#I was listening to my playlist on shuffle and that stupid song started playing and 😭

[duusheen]

A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head

When I think of all the years I wanna be with you

Wake up every morning with you in my bed

That's precisely what I plan to do 🎶

#ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 legacy challenge #ts4 screenshots #I AM CRYING 😭 #this is so pretty 🥺 i love my little pixels 😭 #I was listening to my playlist on shuffle and that stupid song started playing and 😭 #pollock legacy #gen4 #jay pollock #miracle holm

[greg-montgomery]

Your love is in trouble

pic by: @masterwords

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: You agreed to go on a date for the first time after breaking up with your boyfriend, Aaron - it’s not going well.

based on this post <3

Warnings: angst ❤️‍🔥 lmfaoo

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Hitting the shuffle button after picking a playlist to keep you company while getting ready turned out to be a huge mistake. You can never know if your and your ex’s song might randomly play, making you cry - just an hour before your first date with another man.

First date: first in every sense of the word. Your first date with this Ryan guy, your first date after him. Him, Aaron Hotchner, your Aaron, the man you had been trying for months now to get over.

You felt embarrassed, using a q-tip to fix your mascara, as the tears started to fill the corners of your eyes. This was a first date, you should have been smiling and dancing to happy songs and giggling while texting your friends about Ryan. Not crying over your ex-boyfriend, again.

The song was still playing and you knew you should have just turn it off, but you hadn’t let yourself listen to it in so long, and deep down you wanted to let yourself drown in your memories of him. No matter how much it hurt.

You stared at Aaron as he put the pizza in the oven. Two years and you still couldn’t get enough of his broad shoulders. As soon as he turned around, you walked straight into his arms and pulled him into a tight hug, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

The romantic song that was playing in the background fit the moment perfectly. You started whispering the lyrics against his skin, meaning every single word.

“This song reminds me of you,” you said. “Of us.”

He didn’t answer immediately, you guessed he was paying attention to the lyrics.

A few moments later he finally spoke. “We should dance to it then.”

Aaron took your hand and gave you a little spin, before pulling you against his body, swinging both of you slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I love you,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, honey.”

“It’s really growing on me,” he said, referring to the song. “We should dance to it on our wedding.”

“Aaron!” you whined, and let your head drop on his chest.

He chuckled and pulled you closer, always loving seeing you flustered.

You would never forgive the two of you for ruining the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to you. You let work schedules and stupid fights get between two people in love.

The sound of a notification from your phone disturbed your thoughts. It was your best friend.

Ready for tonight? :)

You sighed, and dropped the phone on your bed. She was the reason you had agreed to go on that damn date. “You can’t cry over him forever,” “It’s time to move on, my love,” “If you don’t give him a chance, how will you know?”

The fact that you felt pathetic and lonely had also contributed to you saying yes. Maybe Ryan wouldn’t be that bad, after all.

Except he was. Well, maybe not bad. But he wasn’t Aaron and you made the mistake of comparing Ryan to him in every one of his moves.

He didn’t pull out your chair like Aaron always did, he got offended by your sarcastic comments instead of replying with the same energy, he didn’t fight you when you offered to split the bill, and he didn’t insist on driving you home himself. You figured he got mad because you declined his offer to join him for a drink to his place and that was why he didn’t even wait for you to call a taxi.

For some reason, though, you hadn’t called a taxi yet. Instead you were standing outside the restaurant, staring at a contact you hadn’t dared to call in a very long time.

“Honey 🧡”

Okay, maybe it was toxic that you hadn’t changed the name of his contact yet – or that you hadn’t deleted it at all – but you had never claimed to be perfect.

You took a deep breath and called his number, fast, so you wouldn’t have time to think this rationally and change your mind.

Aaron answered your call even faster.

“Hello?”

Your eyes closed at the sound of his deep voice. You had missed him.

“Aaron?”

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is something wrong?”

There were a lot of things you could have said, but talking with him broke your heart all over again, and you started crying; your sobs making it hard for you to speak clearly. “Can you uhm…can you come pick me up, Aaron?”

“Tell me where you are.”

It was impossible for you to stop crying, so there were still tears in your eyes when Aaron arrived and parked his car right in front of you. You got in quickly, doing your best to avoid eye contact.

The car smelled like his cologne; a comforting scent to you, helping you to calm down.

He started the car, without saying a word. You didn’t dare to speak either, but you could tell by the direction of the car, he was driving you home.

“I was on a date,” you finally said.

His knuckles turned white as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. “Did he do anything to you?” he asked, coldly.

“No.”

A deep sigh escaped him, and it was clear that it was a sigh of relief.

“Why did you call me, Y/N?”

“I miss you,” you admitted. “I was crying about you before my date. I am crying now that it’s over. I’m tired.”

Aaron was silent and you felt panic taking over your body. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. Or if there’s someone in your life-”

“There’s no one else,” he cut you off.

You wished you were a profiler like him; to be able to read him and his reactions. Was he angry? Was he annoyed? Was he over you? Closed off Aaron was your least favourite Aaron. You wanted to know him, to understand him.

“Aaron, talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, frustrated.

“How you feel!” you said.

“I’m upset you called.”

“Okay,” you said, softly. “I understand.”

His silence was driving you crazy, so you spoke again. “Thank you for coming even though I upset you.”

“I’ll always come when you call,” he answered. How could he say such sweet words with such a cold tone? You missed the days where he’d call you his love with a voice sweet like honey.

When you finally arrived at your place, Aaron got out of the car first and before you even had the chance to unbuckle your seat belt, he was opening the door for you.

Standing in front of him, you finally looked into his eyes. Yours were shinning with tears still, and you swore Aaron almost said something about it.

“Well…thank you again. And, I’m really sorry for upsetting you. It was immature of me to call you like that. It’s just been hard, you know?”

Aaron simply nodded.

“Okay…goodnight then,” you said, defeated, and turned around.

But as you did, you felt Aaron wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling you back and into his arms.

You let yourself break down completely, your face buried in his chest. His arms tightened around you, and you thought you could stay like that with him forever. It was safe and warm in his embrace, so you cried and sobbed while he rubbed your back in soothing circles.

“Shh…” he said. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’m here.”

“You’re here.”

“I am.”

“Don’t ever leave me again,” you begged him.

“I won’t. I promise, my love,” he promised, and pulled back just enough to finally kiss your lips the way you’d been dying to.

“Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Okay.”

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #hotch #criminal minds #hotch 🪐

[iccyhoon]

OKAY SO LIKEEE..hear me out.. reader suddenly drops by ni-kis house at a stupid late time, basically forcing him out the door to watch the first snow fall and play in the snow with her. They start walking back to his house while sharing earbuds. The song 'snow' by Kim Daniel starts playing on her shuffle playlist, and they have a little moment, confessing that they liked eachother

Okay that was really specific but like...🫠

Ahhhhh! Of course!! You got it!! I love this idea!! It's so cute and simple yet has so much potential!! I won't let you down! Thank you for being the first post on my enha blog!

Snow

PAIRING: Ni-ki x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Cutesy Niki!

WORD COUNT: 814

He heard knocking on the door after he was done brushing his teeth. He was confused so he immediately walked out and looked at the peep hole to see you. He was so confused as he checked his phone. It was currently 2:45 am at night. He opened the door for you as he rubbed his eyes.

"Why are you here?" He said, harsher than expected. "It's about to snow! Let's go watch it together." She said light and whole heartheartedly. He shook his head. "It's late..." He said, trying to reason with you.

You were dressed in fleece leggings, white skirt along with a white puffer jacket. Brown earmuffs to match the brown boots you had on.

He smiled looking at how cutesy you dressed up. "Please Niki?" You asked as he shrugged. "I don't know. It's late." He said yawning immediately after. You pouted and grabbed his coat, his scarf, a beanie, and his winter boots. "Now get these on." You huffed as he shook his head no, sitting on the couch.

You puffed your cheeks. Helping him get dressed as he couldn't help but smile at your reaction. You helped him get ready as you pulled out your phone. "Hurry it's 3 already! First snow starts at 3:15!" You yelled as he covered your mouth, suddenly full of energy. "Shh! My neighbors are gonna kill me..!" He whisper yelled as he chuckled and you giggled.

You guys both laughed as you plugged in your earbuds, playing your winter playlist. He knew winter was your favorite season so he didn't complain as he stuck the right side in his ear.

"So where are we going?" He asked. "To that open field of grass." He looked, he didn't see much grass. He did see patches of frost though. "That's frostbitten grass silly." He said as you sighed, looking at your phone. "Hurry it's 3:05!" She said, pulling on his wrist, forcing him to run. He laughed and you laughed with him.

"We made it!" You said, checking the time, "It's 3:12 am." You said, waiting for the snow as you sat, he sat next to you as he cleared his throat. You guys sat in silence for a minute.

"So I-" You both said at the same time and laughed gently together. "You first." He said. "No you." You said back. "You go." He insisted. "A gentleman knows better to listen to a lady." You told him as he looked around. "Where's the lady?" He joked as you pushed him lightly.

"Kidding, kidding." He said, taking a deep breath. "Listen, y/n." He started off, causing yout heart to pump faster at your nervousness.

Just then, the song changed to Snow by Kim Daniel as he chuckled.

"As I was saying..." He said looking into your eyes, your nose all red from the cold. "I really... really do like you..." He confessed. "For a while now actually. All the little things you do is why I fell in love with you. You may be crazy and come to my house at damn near 3 in the morning just so I can watch the first snowfall with you." He said chuckling, "But that's something I want to keep doing with you..." He said holding your hand. "That's something I want to experience forever alongside you." He confessed as tears rolled down your cheeks.

He was horrified and hugged you. "I'm sorry..." He said gently as you pulled away slightly smiling. "I'm not sad... just really relieved you feel the same way..." You replied, your voice sweet and soft as he sighed of relief.

You guys smiled at each other, knowing your feelings were both reciprocated. As a snowflake fell on Niki's nose.

You immediately smiled and turned to see the snow fall. You were so happy and once the song ended, you leaped out of his arms and went to play in the snow. Niki following you soon after.

You made snowballs and threw them at him as he counter attacked and threw one at you as well. You guys made snowmen and snow angels together and after you were making your 4th snow angel, he just looked at you. Knowing that you were now his.

You walked over to him and smiled. "Thank you Niki." You said sheepishly as he rubbed some snow off your face. "Thank you for dragging me out here tonight." He said, sitting upright, pulling you in for your guys' first kiss.

BONUS!!

Niki woke up cuddled next to you as he texted his group chat.

Niki: Sorry guys, I caught a cold

Wonnie: Oh no, what kind?

Hoonie: What happened this time?

Niki: I'm love sick

Niki has sent a photo

Jay: Really 😐

Woonie: Feel better...

Hoonie: Why are you guys up at 6 am? I'm going ice skating on my day off

Seen

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[vamossainz55]

late night drives in Carlos’s ferarri in Spain 🫶🫶

hi anon <3, thank you so much for the request and sorry for how late and overdue this is. i wrote something really really short so i'll add it below here as a drabble xxx

i hope you enjoy <3

The windows are down and your hand is out, breaking through the wind as you watch the city lights become smaller and smaller. You loved nights like these, driving far from the city and singing along to whatever song was put on shuffle from your playlist. 

Carlos is faintly singing along too, completely missing every key, but somehow you still think his voice sounds amazing. He’s nodding his head along to the beat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he adjusts the lights in the car. 

“You should join a singing competition my love,” You tease him, as you always do whenever he sings. He lets out his typical laugh that makes your insides melt and you shift to give his cheek a kiss. 

“I’ll get kicked out the moment I set foot in that audition room and you know it.” He says, giving you a quick glance before looking back at the road. He’s relaxed, leaning back onto his seat as he watches the road in front of him and you can’t help but take a quick picture. 

“Ay, don’t do that.” He says, instantly fixing his hair with one hand. “I wasn’t ready.” And you’re rolling your eyes, smiling down at your phone. 

“Shush, you look good.” You say letting out a soft and relaxed sigh. You were driving without much of a destination really, hoping to find a nice area in the north of Madrid to park up your car to just sit and talk. It was probably your favorite tradition whenever Carlos took you to Madrid. 

You’re fiddling on your phone, looking through your playlist before a smile creeps on your face, already having an idea as to which song you wanted to queue up next. It’s stupid and you feel giddy when the song you’re currently listening to begins to phase out. 

The song doesn’t even play for three seconds before Carlos is letting out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” he says but he’s looking at you again with pure adoration in his eyes. 

“What? It’s an amazing song,” You laugh softly and he takes one hand off the wheel to put on your thigh, unable to stop the face splitting grin he had. You smile and soon snake your fingers between his. 

You’re both singing along to the song, having played it too many times to not know the lyrics. It’s always the best when the chorus starts playing and you always sing it as loud as you can, not caring how red Carlos got every time. 

No need to ask, he's a smooth operator, you both sing along and you can’t help but laugh. He gives your hand a little squeeze before picking it up to give your knuckles gentle kisses. 

Of course it was nice to date a Formula One driver, with all the exclusive events, traveling, but despite the blitz and the glory, these moments with him were always your favorite. 

The cheer he lets out once the song ends has you laughing and your heart swelling. Sometimes you just loved Carlos so much you felt like your heart was going to burst. 

You really wished these moments could last forever.

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[elliexmylove]

YOU KNOW ONE DIRECTION?

Pairing: Peter Parker x GN reader

Warnings: anxiety, social anxiety

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: you meet spiderman one lonely night and listen to music together, you also meet Peter and become best friends, and maybe more?

Notes: I'm so sorry the ending is rushed but it's 2am and I'm really tired<3

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Sat lonely on the rooftop of your apartments building, music filled your ears, earphones tangled, goosebumps graced your skin from the cold breeze. It was a sad life, no friends, bad relationship with your mum who you lived with, mentally ill, the only thing giving you life at the moment was your dog, Sorren.

Thinking about going back down, lying in bed and watching Netflix or Disney+ was rudely interrupted by a person in red and blue swinging onto the roof.

Oh, spider man.

Thinking he was probably just here to take a break you stayed silent.

"Hey," a weak but friendly voice hesitantly said, voice cracking slightly.

You turned to look at him, unsure if he was talking to you, but realised of course there was no one else he could be talking to.

"Hi," You awkwardly smile, eyes darting from him to the ground.

Reaching for your phone resting on the concrete ground, you turn the volume down slightly, if he tries to talk to you again.

He points to the ground with his finger in a questioning manner, asking if it's okay to sit and you nod. Once sat, you two just stare at the city in front of you, in silence for at least five minutes.

"What're you listening to?" He questions,

"Uh well my Playlist is on shuffle and a song just finished, lemme check what's playing now."

Your phone lights up revealing your home screen and song that is about to start.

"Transgender by Crystal castles."

"Oh, I haven't heard of that." He pauses, "I'll have to listen to it now." Even with the mask you can tell he seems to be smiling,

"You can now if you'd like, I'm not sure what music you listen to so you may not like it,"

you regret saying anything at all, feeling stupid.

"Yeah sure!"

"I'll take most of my mask off but leave it covering my face,"

"I can just take the earphones out-"

"No no, I like them, it makes music better."

You smile and hand him one half of them, anxiety fills you a little, a lot of people haven't liked your music taste, you wish he'd come when you were listening to a playlist with other songs you know other people like, but this was the Playlist you listen to when sad or feeling empty.

With a sigh you relax a little, it's just music. But then you remember it's spider man and it comes back, you have just been talking to spider man. It makes you feel sick.

He probably thinks you're weird, and-

"Huh," he says, and you turn your head to look at him,

"It's not what I would usually listen to but it's cool."

"What music do you listen to?"

"Have you heard of One direction?" He seems to sheepishly grin,

Excitement takes over your anxiety. One Direction was your childhood, you still listen to it mainly for the nostalgia, but it's just great music.

"Yeah?" He says seeing the look on your face,

You nod with a smile, "who hasn't?"

Unlocking your phone, spotify appears,

"Which one?" You look to him,

"Kiss you?"

You turn your head back to your phone, typing and then playing it.

The familiar music starts playing and happiness causes a little grin on your face,

Oh I just wanna take you anywhere you like we could could go out any day any night

Spider man begins humming along to it, suddenly you feel comfortable around him, this is honestly the first time you've been happy around anyone but yourself for a while.

His head bounces to the song and you fight the urge to sing along.

"Do you think I should take the earphones out for this song?"

"Yeah,"

You pull it out of your phone and the music gets a little louder, setting the earphones aside you turn the volume up,

So tell me girl if every time we touch, you get this kind of rush, lemme say yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah if you don't wanna take it slow and you just wanna take me home

He starts singing to it and you laugh,

"Hey!"

"I'm not laughing at your singing," you grin,

"And let me kiss you!" You sing, probably regretting it as you lie in bed tonight.

For the rest of the song you just hum along, having fun for the first time in a long time. And with spider man of all people.

Just as one thing starts playing sirens sound somewhere nearby,

"Aw man," he says

"This was really really fun, but I gotta go," He pulls the rest of his mask over the back of his head,

"Bye spidey,"

He smiles at the nickname under his mask, then shoots a web to a building, swinging from that to another.

You're left by yourself again, Sighing you get up, stare at the city for a second and start walking back down to your apartment, earphones now back and playing the rest of 1D's songs until you get there.

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Sorren's tail starts wagging as you walk into your bedroom, his head still lying on his paws, the room was dark, the moon and city lights lighting it up enough to see, a large window taking up basically the whole wall was placed on the right side, your double bed with comfy blankets placed in the same corner.

Sitting on the bed sorren shuffles so his head can be on your lap, your laptop's screen was still illuminated from before you left, after a large sigh you paid attention to sorren.

"Who's a good boy, did you miss me? Hm?"

He shuffles around excitedly while staying in the same spot, you rub the sides of his head a little roughly but not hurting him. He was no small dog but he loved taking up as much space on your bed as he could.

The lights were beautiful in the city as you stared at it through your window, sorren had fallen asleep in the time you sat on your bed doing nothing. It was well past twelve, you should go to sleep, a buzz broke your empty thoughts and your phone turned off as it went flat. Yet another reason to go to sleep, so in doing so the day came much quicker than you'd like.

The sun shone on you, squinting your eyes open, the dread of the day filled you, all that had to be done was school and grocery shopping, not that bad, but it was hard enough getting out of bed.

Sorren realised you had woken up and started whining from happiness, tail wagging at an alarming rate and licking around his snout as he made his way up the bed to you, a grin grew on your face as you welcomed him.

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Arriving at school the weather had turned into clouds and light rain, the best kind. Immediate dread came as you saw all of the students around, social anxiety was not fun, you stuff your hands into your pockets and your demeanour is slouched, eyes not meeting anyone.

Your head filled with thoughts of judgement, you tried to distract yourself with the thought of sorren and how you would see him at the end of the day. Heart racing you walked past people.

A particular person seemed to be staring at you, he had curly brown hair and brown eyes, breathing became difficult and sorren was no longer enough to make you feel better.

"Hi," the boy said as you walked past him,

"Hi." You tried your best to smile.

Once sat in your seat for class you calmed down a little, leg bouncing as the teacher began to speak.

After a while he asked if anyone could answer the question, you thought you knew the answer but feared it was wrong so didn't say anything, someone else said the answer and was right, you were also right and annoyed for not speaking up.

Mind drifting you accidently zone out for the most of class, and before you knew it the time for lunch had come. Everyone walked out including you to the cafeteria.

Upon arriving you got food and saw a table with only one other person sitting there, you knew she was rather quiet so figured it was perfect.

"Is it okay if I sit here?"

She looked up from her phone,

"Go for it."

With that being said you sat down, grabbing a book from your bag, with horror you saw the cover had been bent in half from the position it must have been in the bag. Bending it back the other way it helped but still a crease line and stuck out a bit.

"Hey,"

The boy that stared at you earlier was now standing next to you,

"Hello,"

"Is it okay if I sit with you?"

A flash of panic ran through you but you told yourself to stop overreacting,

"Yeah sure."

He smiled in return,

"I'm Peter,"

He said once sat down, "I'm Y/n," you said and looked back down to your book,

"Aw no its bent huh," you looked to him not used to people saying more than five words to you, "Yeah, I should've placed it more carefully in my bag,"

"Is it a good book?" He continues,

You look up again, this time just with your eyes, "Mhm."

"What's it about?" He was trying to hold a conversation with you, though he realised it wasn't quite as easy as last night on the rooftop, when he saw you today he recognised you and was excited you were in the same school as him.

"It's kinda hard to explain." You didn't leave much room for the conversation to continue, you don't really mean to but it always happens, you never know what to say.

"Okay." He smiled, he really wanted to get to know you but could see maybe now wasn't the best time, so he would try again later.

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Once school finished you walked to the supermarket, it was a bit of a walk but you didn't mind.

You opened notes and checked the grocery list, the stand of baskets was next to the entry so you grabbed one and walked into the vegetables area, which was colder than expected so you pulled your hoodie over your head.

In spotting lettuce it got placed into the basket, carrots were more expensive that you'd like but you put them into the basket as well. Walking down the cereal aisle you got cornflakes and in the refrigerator got milk.

After a while everything you needed was in the basket but deciding you wanted some snacks you walked to the aisle, a familiar person was already in the snack section, Peter.

Stopping where candy was you looked at the options, probably going to be there for a while considering the indecisive person you were.

Peter noticed you and smiled, "Hi,"

"Oh hi," you smiled back, you picked up a bag of maltesers, still wanting one other thing,

"Oh you're so right," he said before getting maltesers as well, you exhaled with your nose and smiled as a reply while still looking,

He then got some gummy snakes, "Hey do wanna hang out and eat candy?" He knew you'd most likely say no and was kinda scared for your reply, who asks a stranger to eat candy with them? He awkwardly smiles and awaits your answer.

You didn't really know what to do, in all honesty the urge to say yes was overtaking saying no, it would be so awkward though, you haven't hung out with anyone in so long.

"Yeah uh sure,"

He smiled happily, and you decided to just quickly grab some chips, you two walked down the aisle to the checkout together.

You were actually really excited to be hanging out with someone, he seemed really nice too, but you couldn't ignore your anxiety either.

You thought about asking to hang out at your apartment but felt stupid because who invites a stranger to hang out there?

It ended up being the park where you ate candy and talked, well talked as best you could, but you had to admit you really enjoyed it and was excited the whole time, always worrying about what to say or do, but he was really nice and it made you feel better.

You wondered whether you just made a friend.

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By the end of the day you piled the groceries on the bench and took your unfinished snacks to your bedroom, where sorren happily awaited you, your mum was out, so you played with him in the lounge.

Once you were tired out you decided to go to the roof again, only this time you weren't all that sad. Bringing your tote bag with the remaining chips and candy turned out to be a good idea, because spiderman was once again on the rooftop ten minutes after you got there.

The truth is he saw you and wanted to spend more time with you, he thought you were really cool.

"Well hello there," you smiled, "Hi,"

"Can I sit?"

"Mhm."

You seemed a lot more relaxed than last time. "Want any snacks?" You offered, "what have you got?"

You got the chips and maltesers, "God, I love maltesers,"

"Glad to be of service."

He lifted his mask just above his mouth, by now you were looking at the tall buildings around you, he pulled his mask back down.

"Thanks." You smiled a little in response,

"Wanna ask some random questions for fun?" You felt a little childish, but it's a good way to get to know someone.

"Sure, just as long as you don't try ask who I am," he bumps his shoulder into yours,

"Okay. I know this is the most basic question I could ask but it has to be done. What's your favourite colour?"

"Hm," he contemplates,

"Red."

"How did I guess?" He smiles under the mask, "you?"

"It's gotta be dark green, though I love so many more."

You cross your legs, "Favourite movie?" He asks.

This goes on for quite some time before he has to leave. You haven't felt this happy for quite a while, both Peter and Spiderman were so easy to like, you just worry if they actually like you.

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Four months went by, Peter and you became quite good friends, you didn't see spiderman that often but most times when you were on the rooftop he would be there a while later.

Anxiety still was a problem wherever you went but Peter made you feel a lot better when he was around, you were supposed to go to his house after school for a movie night, your biggest worry of that is if he picks a terrible movie, you didn't mind star wars but the old ones were pretty boring.

Upon meeting his aunt May you realised she was really nice, and you wouldn't be lying if you said you had a tiny crush that you annoy Peter with on purpose all the time.

School was over and done with, now getting prepared to go to Peter's your alarm went off telling you it was five p.m,

"Gonna miss you" sorren gets a good belly rub before you go. "See you soon puppy."

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You knock on the door and it opens almost instantly, Peter stands there with a grin on his face, "Hi"

"Hey," you walk in, "Hi May,"

She smiles, "Hi Y/n."

Peter drags you to the kitchen to make popcorn, you lean against the bench while waiting for the microwave,

"Wait, is that a new Lego set?" It was sitting on the table, "Yeah me and Ned built it yesterday."

You walk over to it, "Oh my gosh nice, you think you could stand building one with me?"

"Yes." Peter said a little too quickly and eagerly, making you laugh, the microwave beeped and he got the popcorn, putting it in a bowl and carrying it to the couch. You followed with the candy, putting it between you two on the couch.

"What movie have you got in mind?" You ask,

"I always choose them, you can tonight."

"Wait really? Hah nice."

You use the remote to look through disney+, "d'you want Pixar or Disney?" You question, but in your mind you've already made the decision.

"Pixar?" He looks to you, "good answer."

Ten minutes later you chose finding nemo, not having watched it in a long time you really enjoyed it, the popcorn was gone in the first twenty minutes. After eating half of the candy you both got comfortable, Peter was lying half back on the couch, his back in the corner of it, and you lay down on him slightly.

Sadly the movie ended, you didn't want to leave but even though you knew your relationship with your mum was terrible she would want you home very soon. Peter didn't want you to leave either,

"Hey d'you wanna stay the night? Like a sleepover?" He was hopeful, "thank you but I better go home,"

"Okay, well I'll see you tomorrow?"

"It's Saturday tomorrow Pete," his heart burst at the nickname and he struggled not to smile, "Oh right, uhm well would it be okay if I came over?"

"You know I'd love that but she'll be home all day."

"Okayy,"

You walk to pick up your bag, Peter quickly makes his way over to the door and gives you a hug before you leave. The feeling of happiness leaves you giddy, and so happy he's your friend.

May was in her room so you didn't say bye, but much to your disappointment you did to Peter,

"Bye I'll see you later okay?"

"Okay Bye." He smiled as you walked out the door.

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The day drifted away while you stayed in bed, you messaged Peter a little and watched a movie for a bit, but as the day dragged on into 5pm you grew to be really hungry.

Telling Peter of your starvation he was horrified, telling you to go eat, and you did. Peeling the blankets back and standing made you a bit lightheaded for a second.

In the kitchen pasta was boiling in a pot and you grated cheese, Sorren sitting right beside you, tail wagging and looking hopeful. Cheese melted and other ingredients added, the pasta was complete and put into a bowl.

The sun set while you sat at the table eating until you were very full, a blue and red suited superhero swung across some buildings as you chewed your last mouthful.

Sorren made a loud sigh curling up on his bed, you rinsed your bowl and put it into the dishwasher.

After doing nothing all day you were exhausted and collapsed on your bed, the thought of hanging out with Peter tomorrow excited you, a little rush of happiness and excitement made you smile.

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Your shoe fought with you as you struggled to put it on, your beloved converse betrayed you like this almost every time. Tying them into a double knot you were ready to go, Sorren had gone with your mum to a dog park somewhere so he wasn't there desperate to go with you.

You took the elevator down the building, beginning your walk to meet Peter once you got to the bottom, a cool breeze felt nice at first until you got a little cold and started to have an earache.

Peter stood in front of a park bench, near the supermarket where you planned to buy food and go to the park again.

"Hey," he smiled widely once he saw you,

"Hi," you smiled back,

"Ready to go in?"

"Yeah." The two of you walked together,

"Peter I'm so tired," you drawled, "I've been walking for ages,"

He got behind you to push your back making you laugh, once you were outside the doors you stumbled to make him stop,

"Okay okay thank you."

The automatic doors opened, it was cooler inside, and also very busy, grabbing your phone from your back pocket the time said 12:04, you panicked a little, that was one of the busiest times you could be here, there were so many people.

Peter noticed your quiet panic and held your hand, the gesture made you feel better, the two of you walked to get snacks, hand in hand.

"Noo there are kids on the swings," you said once at the park, "Pete go push them off,"

"What? No way that's so mean!"

"I wasn't being serious." You mumbled,

"I know." He pushed his shoulder into yours, smiling.

You ate some of the food you bought and talked, the kids got off of the swings, and that didn't go unnoticed by you,

"Quick now's our chance!" You run towards the swings, Peter grabs the food and runs with you.

"Hey Pete, could you please push me?" You could swing yourself but it's fun when other people push you.

"How high?"

"Really high,"

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you went higher, you couldn't control your laughter, the butterflies got too much for you,

"Okay wait wait wait I wanna stop," you laugh but panic a little, once you slowed down Peter grabbed your waist until you stopped completely, and even though you weren't high in the air anymore you got butterflies again.

Peter then got on the other swing, looking at you expectantly, innocence on his face,

"You want me to push you, huh?"

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Another five months went by, you were sitting at the table with Peter and May eating Chinese at their house.

"It's like Sorren is obsessed with Peter or something," you laugh, Peter had finally come to your apartment and met him.

"He almost crushed me!"

"Exactly, he loves you."

May smiled and got up, collecting the rubbish to put into the bin,

"Alright my little munchkins I'm off to bed, gotta be in early, don't stay up too late."

You cringed at the word munchkins, she did it on purpose of course.

"Night Aunt May."

"Night May."

"Wanna maybe stay the night?" Peter's eyes glistened with hope,

"Of course I would,"

"Okay uhm I have some pyjamas you can use,"

"Cool i'll get changed," you smile standing up and messing with the top of his hair.

Once changed you collapsed onto his bed, you used to sleep on the spare mattress but now it's normal just to share the bed.

The two of you continued to talk until 12am, laughing quietly in the light from the lamp in his bedside table,

you could feel his gentle breath on your face, minty from brushing his teeth earlier. You heated up a little realising how close your faces were, you couldn't deny the crush you'd developed on your best friend though you tried to the best of your ability.

He noticed you'd quietened down, a very light redness on your cheeks, this made him go a little red now also realising your closeness. His eyes glanced towards your lips involuntarily, you did as well.

He leaned in slightly, lips ghosting over yours.

You leaned in ever so slightly, ending in a kiss, he exhaled through his nose.

An alarm broke the two of you apart with a jolt, the alarm was to let the both of you know it was time to sleep.

You cleared your throat as he turned it off, not knowing what to do you quickly said "uhm I'm just gonna go sleep on the couch,"

"Wait-"

"We'll talk in the morning!" You walked out with your pillow, there were already blankets on the couch.

Morning came, and your phone woke you, your mum was calling and in your sleepiness you still remembered you didn't ask for permission to stay the night.

You squint your eyes to see the time, 6:07am.

"Hello?" You croak out groggily,

"Where are you?"

"I stayed at Peters,"

She obviously wasn't that happy but only said,

"It's a school day, come home right now and get ready please."

She hung up,

Oh shit, it is a school day

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Peter woke up later, he got up rubbing his eyes and walked to the couch, you weren't there.

He checked his phone and saw you messaged saying sorry you had to leave.

You made your way to school as fast as possible, with only five minutes to spare.

By lunch you were pretty tired, you shut your locker and saw Peter down the hall slightly shutting his as well, when he noticed you he began walking towards you.

Remembering about last you were a little awkward,

"Hi," He smiled making you a little more at ease,

"Hey Parker,"

"Listen I know now's not the best time but I cannot focus, so can we please talk?"

"Alright mister." You smile,

Peter looks around, he takes your hand and leads you to a storage closet.

"Really?"

"What?"

"A storage closet?" You bite back smile,

"I thought it might be nice to have a little privacy, sorry it doesn't meet your standards." He teases,

"Listen about the uhm, kiss,"

Anxiety swirled in your stomach but you calmed down, it's Peter, it's fine.

"I'm so sorry I should have asked! Maybe you didn't even want to and I was dumb and stupid and-"

"Wait wait no it's okay I uhm, I wanted to I promise I just, I don't know I really like you and was scared you regretted it and-"

"You like me?" You looked up at him, he had love and adoration in his eyes,

"yeah," You shyly smiled,

"I love you so much," he whispered, your mouth fell open slightly

"oh my god did I really just say that out loud,"

"Yeah, you did Pete," you laughed

"Would it be okay to kiss you right now?"

"Hm, yeah that checks out with me."

He leaned in almost instantly, kissing you, and after a minute the bell rang,

You broke the kiss, "Gotta go,"

"Noo," he leaned back in, his lips moving slowly against yours, "stay in the dark and dingy closet with me." He mumbled against your mouth, and you continued for a minute.

"Excuse me, isn't it a bit weird to be making out with my best friend?"

"Hm, no, I think it's pretty good actually." He mumbled against your lips, the two of you didn't stop until you heard the second bell a good five minutes later, "Pete we've really got to go now,"

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes suddenly lighting up,

"You know, now that I think about it maybe it is a little weird to do this with your best friend,"

You looked at him,

"Would it be less weird if it was your boyfriend?"

"Hm, you might be onto something,"

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Do you maybe wanna go on a date?"

"Sounds pretty nice to me." You smile.

In class you feel giddy, you can't really believe what just happened, and neither can Peter, but he really did love you.

You met him as spiderman

And You fell in love with him as Peter

<3

#peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #spiderman #imagines #peter parker angst #marvel imagine #fluffy #tom holland #tasm peter parker #spiderman fluff #one direction #marvel #oneshot

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 1: Obligatory CBAT Post (even though it’s a little late)

SCP 173 X GN!Reader. I do not specify what you have between your legs only that you get penetrated <3

[Warnings: literally everything, CBAT, exhibitionism, creampie, odd sex/kinda rough sex? Ecto dick. MINORS DNI]

[AN: I have, honest to goodness, never hated a piece of my writing this much before. Happy Kinktober! 1154 words <3]

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A part of you wants to kill the person who greenlit a test of this caliber. You can feel your insides shrivel up as SCP 173 inches towards you with the pulsing of the strobe light. You take in a sharp breath through your nose, slowly exhaling it past your lips as you shift uncomfortably on the makeshift ‘bed’ the research department has so graciously gifted to you and your rebar ridden ‘lover’. 

Could you really call them that? The thought swirls and swivels around in your head as you think back to last year, when you were just a person with a number and no further purpose. See an eldritch being of terror in the morning, chug coffee around noon and talk with some sink that’s actually made from instant noodles but it’s supposedly smarter than Tesla! It was standard, status quo for you until SCP 173 came into your life and made you theirs and theirs alone. 

It’s admittedly a little embarrassing thinking back to the day that the two of you first slept with each other. In fact, MTF unit Nine Tailed Fox wasn’t sure how to go about the situation themselves, with SCP 173 buried deep inside of you, your legs spread wide open moaning for the entire site to hear while the corpses, of who you considered your coworkers, grew colder and colder on the floor, you really managed to stump them! In fact, they received word from Dr. Gears, COG himself, to just “let the two of you finish. It would be good for research.” Which leads to now, a situation you actually find quite positive, but still awkward due to the fact you know the researchers and their interns are listening and watching (though they pretend to grant you privacy). 

You get fucked by a freaky statue for research. That is the terms of your service. Admittedly, it’s rather pleasant. SCP 173 has moved onto the mindset of viewing you as their ‘mate’, or something adjacent to that, and they somewhat obey your words. If you don’t want them to crack the necks of people just checking in, then they sometimes abide by your wishes. They’re actually super sweet when they want to be, but your relationship took a year of growth to reach the comfort it is now. 

In short, you know that they won’t hurt you. However, you might hurt the stupid researcher who decided to suggest this kind of test for your weekly visit with them. The strobe light is hooked up to a playlist that gets played on shuffle. The lights flicker and pulse with the beats in the music, and sometimes it works to your favor. You learned that SCP 173 actually enjoys listening to music while they rail you, and you assume it’s because they enjoy the way the lights change as they bend you down and slam your ass against their waist to take their cock deeper and deeper. You’ve learned that they like to play with their size this way as well. 

Today’s song is something so out of pocket that you’re certain you’re going to combust. It started off almost normally, something that was a little bearable but still off for the acts you were going to commit. The first few seconds were a bit cheesy, like an old Super Mario load up screen, but then it happened. 

SCP 173’s cold, stone hands pressed your thighs apart as you laid waiting for them on the bed. The lights dimmed and shifted with those same cheesy sounds and you closed your eyes in anticipation. You’d already prepped for their size, knowing you would not be able to take it without the warmup. SCP 173 was terribly impatient some days, and this felt like one of them. You took in a deep breath as the bulbous head of SCP 173’s cock pressed against your hole. They listened to the music and seemed to wait for it to shift before pushing deeply into you. 

Your lips fell open while your nails gripped onto the sheets as they hilted inside of you. You squeezed tightly around them and gasped. “Oh fuck!” You hissed, trying to tune out that gods awful music that connected to the strobe light, 

SCP 173 seemed to enjoy it. Their gaze, despite their lack of discernible eyes, bore into you. And they pulled their hips back before thrusting back in, shallow, but in time with the music. Could you even really call it music? It sounded like a clown falling down the stairs, growing more and more depressed with its choices in life. The way that SCP 173 pushed into you indicated that they were very much keeping in time with the music. 

Your hole burned. This was unlike ANY other time that they had slept with you. While you were more than lubricated due to the vast amount of precum weeping from SCP 173’s engorged tip, but that doesn’t mean it feels pleasurable! You almost wanted to laugh at the absolute absurdity of the situation. Your legs were still splayed wide open as they thrusted in, out, in, out, in, in, in, in, and swiiiiiirl. You began counting the seconds and minutes to when it would be over. Sometimes the roll of their hips was nice, but then it was immediately screwed over by the awkward thrusting. 

You looked up at your lover and felt heat rush to your cheeks. They seemed to more than enjoy it. They were so focused on the way that their cock pushed deep into your hole alongside the music. Did they make ecto-balls? You could feel them as they smacked into your ass, round, full of cum and ready to stuff your hole. You mentally came to the conclusion that they would be the only one getting off tonight. The depressed clown honk isn’t really doing it for you, nor is the weird drums, rhythm, or really, anything about it!

“173,” you groaned as you watched their cock disappear inside of you, leaving a slight bulge before they continued on. “Gods, just cum already-!” You sneered. The more conscious part of you could hear researchers scribbling away on their silly clipboards, noting subject agitation and whatnot. You wondered if the song was about to taper off. It had nearly been three minutes of a new personal hell. 

SCP 173 pushed forward a few more times, of course still matching the rhythm before finally rolling their hips deep against you. They never spoke, it was more of a mental thing whenever they connected with you this deeply, but you swore you could hear them moan and practically scream as they came. Their thick cock twitched deep inside of you as they filled you up to the brim, not wanting a single drop to escape from your weeping hole as they lightly thrusted forward, still very much in tune with that damn song. 

#kinktober 2022 #scp 173 x reader #scp 173 headcanon #scp x reader #minors dni #cbat

[msmargaretmurry]

rules: tag 9 people you want to get to know better or who are just your friends who you always tag on these things wait who said that. i was tagged by @vivathewilddog

last song: "the absence of god" by rilo kiley. when i was at a wonder years show last month, "it's a hit" came on one of the between-sets playlists, which obviously made me want to listen to the entirety of more adventurous, which i then went home and did, and then my favorite tracks from the album migrated over to my metro playlist, which i was listening to on shuffle on my way home from work today and that was the last song that played before i got back to my apartment.

last show: i am going to interpret this as last music show, since there's a tv question right below this, and concerts are more interesting. i saw vienna teng at a tiny coffeeshop this past weekend! it was lovely! she's so good!!! also last month i went to two wonder years shows in a row and lost my voice for several days. they're also so good!!!

currently watching: i'm watching 911, abbott elementary, and bob's burgers loosely as they air (usually within a few days of the new episode dropping), and i'm watching ted lasso but i'm a few episodes behind, because apple tv logged me out of tasha's account and it's a pain in the ass to log back in. i am very slowly working my way through succession and just finished season one. also, because sometimes you need to put on a gimmicky procedural from the mid-late '00s and let it totally smooth out your brain, i've been watching the mentalist to unwind before bed. it is such a stupid little copaganda show and it makes my brain feel so smooth.

currently reading: i just finished the member of the wedding by carson mccullers, which is the book for this weekend's book club meeting and i'm excited to discuss it with my pals! and i just started the dead romantics by ashley poston, which i can tell is going to grate on me a little, stylistically, but i'm soldiering on because i'm trying to give more contemporary romances a shot. i am also still slowly working my way through the home team: fathers, sons, and hockey by roy macgregor — i read a chapter every week or so, it usually makes me cry, etc etc.

current obsession: god i guess it's still. fuckin rat boy. ratthew. tkachuckles cheese himself. and his big dumb german boyfrienemy. also i know it's been over half a year but i'm still obsessed with the hum goes on forever. also obsessed with playing old jimmy eat world songs on the guitar, with making silly little beverages with the office keurig as afternoon treats, and with maggie’s and my current main chatfic, which will never leave the gchats but sustains me nonetheless. OH also obsessed with that one cidery, iykyk, i wanna go baaaaaaaaack

i'm tagging @hopetorun @bropunzeling @leapyeap @drysdaales @birdcage @thecroissantgirl @bakingblues @slightly @devantesmithpelly if y'all want to! 💖

[projectray12]

tagged by @bobthedragon2 to list 5 songs i'm currently torturing myself with (thank u for the tag u better listen to at least one of these)

i listen to shit music on repeat for weeks at a time so here we go

Wayfaring Stranger by Betsy & Jesse Lee - we recently watched No Evil for the first time and fell in love with this rendition, gods it's such a pretty song and good scene.

Found God in a Tomato by Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - okay i know this sounds stupid but also this has very quickly rocketed to one of our favorite songs and it's got variance that makes it easy to listen to on repeat.

graffiti by SAMAHTA (ft. Melody Federer) - idk this is just catchy and new in our playlist, so it's usually the first i play when starting a shuffle.

Curses by The Crane Wives - GOOD SONG GOOD SONG GOOD SONG (i just keep coming back to it, we really love this song gods)

Blue Bird by ivycomb & Moka (ft. YonKaGor) - absurdly catchy and we really like both the singer's voices, so this one just keeps coming back for months now.

tagging @scramblingcretch >:3, @thatrandomgaloffthestreet >:3, @dogcommunion (you always listen to good music), @little-klng (i'm curious :o !), and @zeck143 (show me the snake or bug music!!)

none of y'all have to! but it'd be fun to see what my fwends are listening to!!

#ray speaks #good beats #heehoo #friend #tag meme

[alba8688]

Chapter 10

Word count:1691

"I like you."

"Y-you like me like.like me like me?"Eddie's eyes lit up like Christmas lights and the biggest smile grew on his pretty face.

"Yes,I like you dummy."I told him in a cute voice

Eddie's smile grew bigger and he slowly got closer to me,his eyes on my lips ,his hand cupping my cheek.

"I wish I could kiss you ." He whispered

"Me too ."I replied .

What he did next surprised me. He closed the small gap that we had his lips brushing mine.

But it wasn't like any other kiss. I couldn't feel his lips on mine, just that tingling sensation again and cold .

I groaned, making Eddie chuckled .

"I know sweetheart." He whispers

I rolled my eyes and walked over to my speaker to play some music to break the tension of me wanting to pounce on my ghost crush .

"What are you doing sweetheart?" Eddie asked

"Putting on some music." I tell him pressing shuffle on my playlist

Play "Amazed"Lonestar

The intro to the song starts and Eddie immediately rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"No,no,no,no i'm not listening to that."but i didn't let him finish his tantrum and shoot my shot by grabbing his hand which i did and it surprised when my hand touched his but like before i couldnt feel him only that tingling sensation and the cold of his hand on mine.

It was scary that i was able to touch his hand because i was never able too .

"This is my favorite song."I tell Eddie, wrapping my arms around his neck.How was I touching him ? Without going through him?

I couldn’t feel him but I wasn’t going through him.It was really scaring me now .

"Its country i don't like country music sweetheart."he pouts

"Just listen to it, I promise you'll love it ."

"Fine only for you ." he shakes his head knowing damn well he can't say no to me.

No ones pov

Eddie wasn't lying when he told Aria he didn't like country music. He hated it so much but he didn't know what it was about her that he would tolerate anything for her.

Aria and Eddie slow dance to the song just contemplating each other but wanting to kiss each other bad but they knew damn well they couldn't .Eddie wanted to wrapped his arms around Arias waist to be able to feel her body in his he wanted to kiss every curve of her body.He wanted to taste her he wanted to make her his but it wasn't possible.

He wished he was able to wake up from whatever sleep he was going through. He wanted to wake up and come running to find Aria in the apartment and finally be able to kiss her to feel her lips on his to feel the way their tongue explored each other's mouth .

Eddie wanted all of this but he knew there was no way possible unless for some miracle he would wake up,

Aria and Eddie don't know for how long they were slow dancing the song was on repeat and Aria didn't even bother changing it because she didn't want to ruin this moment they were having she was afraid that one day Eddie would disappear and never come back or her worst fear that he wouldn't wake up.

Eddie had noticed the song was in repeat since the second time it played again but he didn't care because he got to spend this beautiful moment with Aria.He wanted to spend as much time possible with her because he could feel himself fading away slowly and he was going to do whatever he could to spend the rest of whatever life he had on him with her.His last breath he wanted to be with her ,He wasn't going to tell her because he didn't want to make her sad but he felt that he was slowly fading away and at first it scared him but now it didn't not that much because at least he was wanted by someone.care by someone.He wish he had met her before he done anything stupid before he tried to take his life away .But either way he was happy he had met her .He didn't care they weren't able to go out in public as a real couple or be intimate with each other all he care right now was this moment right now .The more Eddie listen to the song while slow dancing with Aria the more the lyrics hit him hard like a cannonball hitting their target but in a good way, because he realized how hard he had fallen for Aria in these shorts months that he has gotten to know her.He never thought he could feel this way for anyone again after what happened with Chrissy but tonight he open his heart to Aria and tonight Aria open her heart to Eddie letting each other in.

They gave their heart to each completely it wasnt by making love, jus by those looks that they were giving to each other was enough for both of them the way Eddie looked at her like she was the most precious gem in the world.the way Aria smile at Eddie the way her eyes would never leave his sight, that connection they were feeling it was something they had never felt before in there life not even with chrissy and jason this was different way different feeling.

That night when they both lay down in bed next to each other the moment that Aria closed her eyes and had fallen asleep Eddie whispered to her something he thought he was never going to say again.

"I love you."and that night for the first time in two years Eddie was able to sleep to dream and in his dream he was with Aria together living there happily ever after.

The next morning Aria woke up to her phone ringing. She reached over to her bedside table to grab it and answered, her eyes still closed feeling sleepy for the late night Eddie and her had.

"Hello."she rasped

"Babe, what the hell did you do to Gareth?"Claire asks from the other side of the phone.

Yeah Gareth had called Robin and told her that he felt bad for kissing Aria he thought he made her feel uncomfortable.He told her everything the way she jumped off his legs well that's what he thinks.

"Good Morning to you too." Aria said sleepily, finally opening her eyes and turning to her side thinking Eddie would be by her side but he wasn't.

Aria and Claire stayed talking for a few minutes more. Aria tried explaining to her friend that she was fine and that she wasn't mad at Gareth for touching her butt.

That's what Gareth was worried about after Aria had cleared everything she hung up and went back to sleep until she was abruptly woken up by banging on her door.

She opened her eyes again and checked on her side to see if Eddie was next to her but he wasn't and she found it weird but she didn't pay too much attention to it.

The banging on her door continued so she decided to get up not caring that she was still in pjs she rushed down the stairs to open the door. That's when she heard the panicked voice of Dustin Henderson on her door at 10 am.

She opened her door and there he was in tears Dustin Henderson ,he rushed inside as soon as Aria opened the door and started pacing around the apartment looking around for something that he couldn't find.

"Dustin what's wrong?"Aria asked worriedly because she felt her heart beating faster then she felt a sharp pain in her chest like a bad feeling and she didn't want to think wrong she didn't want to think what she was thinking but the way Dustin was acting she knew it was something bad.

"Where is he?"Dustin asked Aria, looking around the apartment. He went into the restroom upstairs to her room then came back downstairs and checked the kitchen.

"Where is who ?"Aria almost choked on her words. She knew who he was talking about .But how did he know?

"Eddie."Dustin choked on his words "i know you talk to him i know you see him ,i thought i was going crazy when i saw his reflection in the mirror the other night i know i wasn't stupid when you use to tell me things that only Eddie knew.please tell me you have seen him?"he broke at the end.

"I saw him last night b-but he wasn't in bed with me this morning."Aria stuttured she tried her best to keep her composure.

"In bed ?"Dustin looked at Aria with a hint of a smile on his face

"Yes."she blushed"he likes me and i like him."she says shyly"i-i know it sounds stupid Dustin how can i like someone that i haven't even met in person just his ghost or whatever he is but i'm deadly serious i care about him alot more than i ever have for anyone."Aria couldn't take it anymore and started crying she felt there was something wrong she knew there was something wrong but she didn't want to accept it .

"I know."was all Dustin said before he broke down .He knew Eddie really liked Aria because he would never let anyone touch her sweetheart let alone sleep in a bed with a girl.

"What's going on?"aria gulped

"His heartbeat is really low this morning t-the doctors say he doesn't have much left,'Dustin continued talking but Aria didn't hear anything anymore since he said his heartbeat is really low.

She ran to her closet leaving Dustin in the living room .She got whatever shirt and jeans and put it on. She didn't even bother putting makeup on.

"Let's go."Aria told Dustin and they both headed to the hospital hoping they got there in time.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #stranger things #ghost story #love #hawkins #lovers #ghost love story

[tmnt22]

Truth or dare (BayverseLeoxReader)

*Leonardo’s walkie-talkie sounds*

Leo already knows it’s you, because all of his brothers were in the lair.

“Y/N?”

*your voice sounded kind of distorted*

“Heeeeey!”

He was glad to hear that nothing was wrong, that you just wanted to say hi.

Since he didn’t have a phone, he got you a walkie-talkie so you could just call him at anytime if something was wrong.

But lately, just sometimes, you called him just to talk to him, you guys became really close.

“Heeeeey!”

He responded with your same vibe.

“What can I help you with?”

You giggled silently to yourself at the dirty thoughts that you made with that phrase brought to mind. You’ve been crushing on him for the past month, but never actually made any kind of move. You didn’t want to disrespect him. Sometimes you even thought that it would be impossible for a lot of reasons, but hey you couldn’t control that. You liked him and enjoyed spending time with him.

“How’s it going Leo? And so, there’s this stupid ikea table that I’ve been trying to put together, right? And everything was going fine till I-“

You were interrupted

“What’s uuuup Y/N??” Mikey, his brother exclaimed through the other side of the walkie-talkie

“Hiiii, what’s up Mikey?”

“Nothing much, hey, you should tell Leo to stop being on our shells to train harder-“

Mikey was interrupted by an annoyed Leo

“Shut up Mikey, ugh, sorry for that...go on”

You giggled

“So everything was fine till I just read in the box that I need two persons to lift it up”

“I’m afraid I can’t help you, I’m a turtle”

Did he really just say that? You thought to yourself and tried not to laugh

“Stop it Leo, oh my god, that’s the worst pun you’ve said this week”

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes”

“Okay, see ya!”

You knew very well that when he meant 20 minutes it could be 10 or 25 mins, no in between. So you fixed your half up messy bun and your side curtain bangs a little bit and waited, while listening to one of your playlists, until you heard a knock on the transparent doors of your terrace. Since you lived in an attic he didn’t need to worry much about being seen. Also, it was 2 am.

“Heeeey” you whispered as you opened the doors.

“Heeeey” he whispered a little bit louder.

At this point it was your thing to greet eachother saying ‘hey’ in the same vibe as the other, everytime.

As soon as you closed the doors back, you two started talking normally again.

“So, show me that ikea table” he said with a ‘surprise me’ smirk

You placed one of your side bangs behind your ear and showed him the upside down table. You kneeled down and right after, he did the same.

“So what do you think?”

“It’s huge, how did you even get this up here??”

“Oh, a random guy from the building helped me”

“You could have called me you know?”

“I did and you didn’t answer, you were probably on patrol”

“...Touché”

You giggled

“So I grab this end and you grab the oth-“

“Nope, I’ll do it, I don’t want you hurting your back”

“...Alright I’ll play some music then”

As you grabbed your phone, you looked at his biceps flex and how easy it was for him to lift the whole thing, you just press the shuffle button and left the phone at the ground.

“Here, done” he said as he straightened back up

“Thank you Leo, you’re the best!” You said as you placed a hand on his forearm.

He loved when you said things like that to him. It just felt good and boosted his confidence coming from you. He always felt a pleasant tension when you are around. Lately he was thinking about that, and the fact that he probably liked you...but he tried to forget about it since you most definitely didn’t like him back and sometimes those feelings will come and go. So he was chill about it but he wanted to spend time with you nevertheless. You guys had a lot in common after all, and he found it easy to talk to you about anything.

🎶Take my breath away- theme from top gun🎶 starts playing

“I love this song!” You gasped as you started to playback the song, dancing while you checked the table. As you looked down on it your bangs kept getting out of your ears.

“Did you do something to your hair?”

Oh, you were so excited about him noticing that.

“Oh yes, well I just got side bangs the rest of my hair is pretty much the same” you explained as you took off your bun to show him your whole hair.

“Oh! And it’s softer now, I got a keratin treatment, here feel it” you said as you grabbed one of his wrists to guide his hand to your hair.

“A what?”

He said trying to hide the fact that he always wanted to touch your hair.

“Soft, isn’t it?”

“Very”

He said with a smile, which made you smile even more.

You were so confident today, you had a new hairstyle, your hair was soft, you had a new table and one of your favorite songs was playing.

🎶take my breath away..🎶

“You know, I can’t believe the first time I get to see your apartment it’s because of an ikea table” he smirked.

You laughed.

“What did you imagine your first time would be like?” You quickly realized how that sounded like, as he gave you a quiet look with furrowed eyebrows and a smile.

“I- I mean your first time here” you giggled awkwardly and blushed.

🎶turning and returning to some secret place to hide🎶

“Well, definitely not an ikea table. I have to say your place is exactly how I pictured it” he said confidently.

“Really? And what did you picture exactly?” You asked cynically.

“I consider you a simple girl with some intensity, so I just pictured a very minimalistic apartment with neon signs or led lights or something” he sat down on the ground with his legs crossed, leaning back on his arms.

“Intensity?”

“Yeah, like..you are calm but something tells me that sh*t goes down if you get pissed off”

“Oh my god, how do you know that, you’ve never seen me mad?”

“I always had a feeling in my gut that you’re probably like that, but you’re right, I can’t picture you being really angry though”

🎶Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say my love🎶

“Oh speaking of led lights, stay right here I’ll be right back”

You went for your led lights remote, when you had it, you came back to where he was sitting at with a big smile and sat in front of him on the ground.

🎶take my breath away🎶

“Ready??”

“Born ready” he winked with a warm smirk.

You turned all the lights on, to his surprise they were all over the living room, even behind the tv. The lights automatically turned on in the color that you had last which was pink.

“Oh, hold on.”

You said as you changed the lights to a dark blue color.

“There we go! That’s more appropriate since you’re here”

You smiled and caught yourself just starring at him looking at the blue lights with that smile of his. That stupid smile. His eye color mixed with the neon and his jawline was more prominent under these lights, his neck and his shoulders too.

🎶watching I keep waiting still anticipating love🎶

“Heeey that’s my color!”

he smiled and looked down back at you, catching you off guard. You just starred at his eyes without saying a word, just giving him a smile.

He gave you a sweet smile back.

At that moment your world froze.

🎶through the hourglass I saw you, in time you slipped away, when the mirror crashed I called you, and turned to hear you say🎶

~if only for today I am unafraid~ he mouthed to the song.

You giggled

“Hey Leo..”

“Mmh?”

“Wanna play truth or dare?”

“Just you and me?”

“Yep”

“Sure then”

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“What was your second impression of me? Because the first one was pretty bad” he giggled as he looked down.

You smiled and looked up, thinking about your answer.

“So, remember that time I visited the lair and you didn’t know I was visiting so you were just singing that part of the song rump shaker that says “since you got the body of the year, come and get the award, it’s like long sharp sword” hahahaha in your room and as soon as you saw me you turned the song off, well that was my second impression of you” you laughed.

“Oh shell... I was hoping you wouldn’t have noticed that or at least forgot about it” he cringed.

“I actually thought that was kinda cute, because in my first impression of you I thought you were kind of intimidating and that you would never trust me or something like that”

“Hah, well at the beginning I didn’t trust you at all I’ll be honest, but now I’ll admit I do and I also find it very easy to talk to you”

That warmed your heart but you couldn’t show it.

“Okay my turn, truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Mmmm..I dare you to..play a song that you would dedicate to me!”

“Fair enough, may I use your phone ma’am?”

“Indeed, sir”

🎶Horns- bryce fox🎶 starts playing

“Truth or dare?”

He puts your phone on the floor and the tension becomes stronger, you two had very strong personalities and loved to get challenged or teased.

“Dare”

You winked at him and he felt half of his confidence disappear.

🎶Cause the air she feeds me is damned🎶

“I dare you to do ground combat with me”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Nope”

“Alright let me just put my hair up”

You did your half up bun again preparing to lose every-single-combat, for obvious reasons.

He uncrossed his legs and sat on his knees as you did the same.

“Ready?” He bows

“I think so?”

You bowed, and grabbed the belt he had in his chest, which made you feel butterflies in your stomach for reasons that you didn’t even know. Instead of grabbing your t-shirt he just layed his hand on your shoulder. He didn’t use his other hand, to make it easier for you.

“Don’t go easy on me” he teased.

You made your first move which he quickly reacted and made it it’s own, so he won by using your own push to his advantage by pulling you to the same direction as your push, which made you fall on your face, not very hard because he was not going to actually combat with you. He placed your arm against your back gently.

“I won”

“No shit Leo, what a surprise” you laughed as you got up from the floor.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare”

“Hah, big mistake Leonardo” you smirked.

🎶she got two little horns and they get me a little bit...🎶

“I dare you to do a lap dance”

“Beg your pardon?” He lifts one of his eyebrows

“You heard me”

you knew he was not gonna do this. You just wanted to try to make him nervous.

“Y/N, you know I can’t- I don’t even know how”

“Why can’t you?” You kept teasing.

“Because I don’t know how?”

“Oh, wanna learn?”

“I-...” he blushed and looked down with a shy smirk, like if he was keeping words to himself.

“I don’t think so, truth then” he said as he tried to gain back his composure.

🎶Truth be told I don’t mind🎶

You smiled, that’s what you wanted him to say.

“Are you nervous?”

“Yes.”

“Why do I make you nervous then?”

“...”

“You don’t make me nervous at all and you can only ask one question, sweetheart. Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“What do you want from me?”

“...dare.”

“I dare you to tell me why you’re teasing me.”

🎶Got her heels stompin’ down my throat🎶

“...”

why is it so hard to just say it? You didn’t think that he would actually ask you and you had no plan B so you just giggled and blushed, thinking about your answer.

“Not so playful now huh?” He teased with a smirk

“Fuck Leo, you got me, um well I-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer that”

“Truth or dare then”

“Truth”

“What do you want from me?”

He giggled.

“Using my own strategies against me huh? I want a lot of things from you, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

“...”

Fuck...he caught you again, you didn’t know what to ask.

“What do you think I want from you then”

“Ground combat lessons?” He said with teasing smile, showing his teeth.

“Truth or dare Y/N” he became serious.

🎶she gets everything she wants🎶

“Dare.”

“I dare you to make a fucking move before I make a move” he demanded as he made strong eye contact.

You didn’t hesitate and immediately sat on his lap and waited there for a second, just to look at his features from up close.

“Can I take your mask off?”

He nods and lets you untie his blue mask.

When you take it off his features were way more noticeable and his eyes became brighter, you liked him even more without the mask.

You decide to not say anything and just caress his face. Your hand was shaking a little bit because you couldn’t believe you were this close to him. You never thought he would want you this close to him.

His eyes looked from your lips to your eyes back and forth.

You layed one of your hands on his plastron and you could feel his heart racing then grabbed one of his hands and placed it in the left side of your chest so he could feel that you were feeling the same way. You collected all the confidence that you’ve never had and kissed him. You kissed him. And most importantly he kissed you back.

Leo felt free for one second. He wanted to kiss you but didn’t know how, and he’d never want to admit that he didn’t have the balls to do so. The thought of being rejected by you and how awkward the whole situation afterwards had a part of him screaming ‘what the hell are you doing Leo?’ But how could he waste an opportunity like this with the girl he has been crushing on? His brothers weren’t around and it wasn’t very late yet, just him and Y/N.

The kiss began to heat up, it became more passionate and kind of sloppy since he has never kissed anyone before, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

“Y/N..s-stop, w-wait” he tried to whisper through the passionate makeout session.

“Give me a second” he giggled breathlessly.

Unconsciously, since you were on his lap, some friction happened, which made him feel his shell tightening.

“Why?” You whispered back, as you said that, you quickly sat up and down, trying to change your position a little bit after being in the same one for a couple of minutes, to make yourself more comfortable but when you sat back down you noticed something hard, and then you put the pieces together.

“Oh”

You whispered trying to hide the fact that you just made him hard. You didn’t think you could do that, at least not that easily.

“I apologize I didn’t mean t-“ he whispered again as he looked at you but the sexual tension was so strong that he was about to pull you in into another kiss.

*tmnt ringtone*

“Seriously?... Hello??”

“Hey Leo, how long till you come back??”

You recognized that voice, it was Donatello.

“Um..soon. Why? Did something happened?”

As he was talking you decided to tease him even more and quietly kissed his neck, at some moments you stopped just so you could exhale in the same spot that you just kissed. That made him roll his eyes and bit the inside of his cheeks, to keep himself together.

“Listen Donnie, you guys can have the night off”

*Really?! Booyah! Wait are you coming back tonight then?*

“See ya later donnie..”

Leo hang up and ran his fingers through your hair and lift your head up to meet his gaze.

“You better not have left a hickey on me”

“..oops”

“Fuck it, I’ll worry about that later”

You bit your lower lip and smiled, it was only 4:30 am and you were going to have him all for you, until the sun goes up.

Hope you liked my first fanfic! And thank you to @leosgirl82 for proofreading this! Since English is not my first language. 🐢

#tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #bayverse leo #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt #bayverse #bayverse raph #bayverse turtles #bayverse donnie #bayverse michelangelo #leo bayverse #bayverse x reader #tmnt headcanons

[its-me-im-coraline]

Little Puppet // Ethan Torchio, Damiano David

words // 4261, i have never written this much in one go my whole life, holy shit

warnings // smut, degradation, sub!reader, name calling (ya know, slut and stuff like that), threesome, oral, no explicit mention of protection, but obvi that's not how it should go in real life, anyways.... thats all i can think right now. has not been proofread

pairing // Ethan Torchio x F!Reader x Damiano David (leaning more to Ethan)

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. im going with female reader cause that's how it was requested. here's the smut playlist, def listen to it when you get to the smut part, or the whole time, whatever you want. thanks to anyone who adds songs to the playlist 💘

i feel like i cpupve made it kinkier but at 1 am and with over 4000 words i was a little tired to do that.

request // yes, here

summary // Ethan can not stop thinking of sharing his fwb with his bandmate, Damiano. A thought sparked from a random drunk conversation he had with his best friend will end up with them both pleasing Reader to tears

Experimenting in the bedroom was nothing unusual for Ethan and Y/N. The two had known each other for quite a while, overtaken by attraction but neither was ready for a relationship. Instead the pair opted for a slightly different compromise, one that had no name, no label, for now. While neither had the intention of an actual romantic partnership, it never stopped them from being loving and affectionate towards each other. Neither would ever have to leave before the morning comes.

Thus, as the light shone through his bedroom window, Ethan opened up his eyes, looking at the person laying by his side. Such a beauty, the shy rays of sun laying over the features Ethan so many times observed. It was common to do this in the morning, it would calm him down, especially on the very busy days.

“Anything particular you are thinking of while staring at me, Ethan?” There was no hesitation, no grogginess coming from Y/N’s voice, Ethan realised how he was not the only one awake previously.

“Well, I am, but I am not sure you could handle it,” he responded, smirking down at the laying figure, leaving a few kisses before finishing his reply, “plus, it is too early in the morning for such sinful thoughts.”

“Mhm, as if our endeavours last night were holy,” Y/N laughed, kissing Ethan back, as his lips crushed into hers.

“Well, you were certainly calling god if I recall correctly, cucciola, no?”

Maybe what made this situation not be awkward was exactly the fact that the two were friends. They thrived from the friendly banter, never missed an opportunity to mess with each other. It was just how they were and it worked perfectly to their benefit.

“I can tell it is troubling you, Edgar. You want to tell me what’s going on?”

"It's nothing amore let's just get ready. I'm quite hungry if you must know," he mumbled on her neck, trailing kisses all the way to her lips before abandoning the bed.

“Come on,” he called, ushering the girl to follow him.

Their feet were bare, no clothing no nothing -at least until Y/N pulled a few pieces of clothing for them both to wear- as they walked into the bathroom to start their day. They stood right next to each other as they washed their teeth, washed their faces, fixed their hair and so on and so forth.

“Isn’t that shirt too small for you, dolcezza,” commented Ethan, laughing at his own joke and poking Y/N’s side.

“Eh, well, I can take it off,” she suggested, pulling at the hem of his shirt that she was wearing. That only resulted in a laugh from the tall man, him shuffling her hair and walking out of the bathroom, putting distance between him and Y/N’s complaining about messing up her hair.

After that everything moved quite quickly. Y/N left the cosy home and went to her own house, leaving Ethan with his bandmates to work on their upcoming stuff. She knew how much it meant to him, but she also knew how stressful this career was to him. She always had something small to do to make his days even a little bit more relaxing, of course one of them being their nocturnal activities.

By the time night got around the drummer was sitting at the side of the pool, next to a small table, a beer in his hand as music played in the background. Everyone was doing their own thing: Victoria was swimming, Thomas was preoccupied with a cigarette and his phone and Damiano was sitting on the other side of the previously mentioned table having a conversation with Ethan. It started with speaking about small things before the subject turned more serious.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Damiano had, very early on, caught on his friend’s emotion, he was not very sure that Ethan was aware of his own feelings. It had become a little stupid in the frontman’s mind.

“I am not sure, Dami. She’s great, she is, and we are really close friends but… I don’t know…” Clueless as ever, thought the older man.

“Well, if anything at least you guys have a fucking amazing sex life, everyone can hear,” he laughed out, semi teasing his friend but kind of revaling a piece of information no one had had the heart to tell the tall man.

It caught him by surprise. He was never shy about his sex life, and truth be told he and Y/N never hid their predicament… He simply never thought they were being that loud; maybe that’s exactly the reason he had not understood the others could hear, the reason as to why they were so loud. “Mhm, didn't think you could,” he responded and took a drag of his cigarette.

Damiano copied his action, inhaling his own smoke and releasing it before he decided to say exactly what he was thinking. “Don’t worry about it. I personally don’t mind it, it’s kind of… entertaining.”

If Ethan was surprised before then now he was shocked and blushing. Of course, it was not in his nature to show it, and make this feeling obvious, but he surely had thoughts running through his head now. “So, what? You jack off to us having sex, though about a threesome? What is it?”

“Maybe a bit of both,” said Damiano, looking down at his beer. He was a bit ashamed but at the same time he could not keep his mouth shut, the alcohol overtaking his proper ability to keep some thoughts to himself. “I have to be honest, the noises she makes, they kill me, man.”

Everyone could see the gears in Ethan’s mind turn. On the one hand contemplating his friend’s confession and on the other thinking of all the ways he could punish Y/N for being as loud as she was.“So, if I asked you to join, you’d be in?”

Now it was the frontman’s turn to get shocked and blush, but he certainly could not lie. He would be more than into it, considering the many times he has thought of that, each and every one of them leading to him either taking a cold shower or taking care of himself hoping that it’d be Y/N instead. “Yes, I suppose I would…”

The conversation stayed at that, neither of the two men knowing exactly what to say or do at the time being. Instead they opted to wait it out, see when the proper time comes to bring it up again before deciding on what to do. And that day came soon, sooner than either anticipated.

Y/N had been especially bratty -just maybe two days after the conversation occurred- pushing Ethan to his limit with the teasing, the innuendos and the clothes she was wearing. It was the perfect occasion. A little punishment was in store and the tall man knew exactly how to execute it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ethan’s voice was stern, not nearly close to a yell but authoritative nonetheless, the stoic expression on his face never failing to let Y/N know exactly what he was thinking of: she was going to be fucked, both literally and figuratively, but she was surely into that.

“Such a little slut,” he voiced, pulling the girl to his body, their faces almost touching and their breaths mixing together. A whine left her lips but Ethan was quick to shut it with his words, “you were not complaining when you acted like one, cucciola. In front of everybody as well. Did you see how Dami was looking at you? I’m sure you flashed him at least once all night.”

The girl shivered at what her friend was suggesting, a tingling feeling was taking over her pussy, legs already ready to fail her.

“Maybe he could help me punish you.” These words almost send Y/N in a frenzy. Her eyes widened and her lips parted, an obvious gasp escaping her lips, causing a deep laugh from Ethan.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” She simply nodded her head, mind racing to all the possible outcomes of tonight.

“I need your words, dolcezza. I need your explicit consent to this,” he whispered, holding Y/N’s face in his hands, leaving a kiss just next to her lips.

She softly responded with a yes, voice trembling and low, unable to come out properly. She had gotten probably a little too excited.

“Be a doll and just sit there, yeah. I’m going to go call Damiano. I’m sure he is dying to see how desperate you are to have both of us.” With that the man left the room, presumably going to call his friend over.

When Damiano walked into the room Y/N was violently taken out of her thoughts, the man’s energy overtaking the whole room, his temperament easing any possible worry the girl could have for this situation.

“I’m here dolcezza,” called Damiano, sitting next to her on the bed with the biggest shit eating grin he could possibly have.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami. She’ll be cocky within minutes, we don’t want that.” Always the stern dom he is, Ethan asserted himself over both people in the people. He did not need many words or strong actions to show them who is in charge, a look and his tone were enough to let that be known.

Damiano looked down, in a similar fashion from a few days prior, only this time he was not really shy, more like a puppy that just got yelled at.

“Why don’t you get undressed Damiano, our little puppet over here can not wait to see what you have to offer.” The man mentioned smirked, his confidence reappearing in a second before obliging to his friend’s request.

He decided to play it dirty, going slow, surely attempting to give the little puppet a show. His hands moved slowly, pulling his shirt up and over his head before traveling from his chest to his waist in a seductive way, stopping for just a moment, making sure Y/N’s eyes were right on his own before removing his belt and opening up his pants. In the meanwhile, Ethan had moved Y/N to be sitting on her knees on the floor, in front of the undressing man, eye level with his pants’ zipper.

“Help Damiano, amore. It seems he’s struggling with his pants and you are right where you need to.” She shivered at his words but followed the orders, slowly unbuttoning his pants, her face having moved a little too close -not that it was not welcome- pulling them down and simply gawking at the view in front of her.

She went to move, to please, but her dominating best friend seemed to have other plans.”Not yet, puppet. Come on. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, but we all know how much a cock shucking slut you are. You’ll get his dick but you have more work to do.”

Damiano opposed his friend, already feeling desperate to get whatever he could from the girl below him, dying to feel her lips around his cock, oh and her tongue, oh that tongue he had seen plenty of times devouring ice cream cones in the most pornographic way possible. Sometimes he wished she was in one.

“I think it’s a good start to a punishment, Ethan. She can suck my cocka and then just simply not get it fucking her, yet.” His plan had some practicality to it, knowing very well how much she’d be dying to have a dick buried deep inside her after getting a feel in her mouth.

“I’ll allow it,” said Ethan, starting the process of undressing himself, and looking around the room for anything that could bring more pleasure to everyone involved.

“Well, what are you waiting for, cucciola. Go on, show him how well you blow whistles.” With that the girl wasted no time, pulling Damiano’s boxers down, taking them off him with his help and getting to work. It started off simple, a few pumps at first to get him even harder than he already was (he’d really bet that any man could get hard in seconds seeing her on her knees in front of him, it was a divine view). Her hand was going slowly, her focus on the man’s face, looking up at him all innocently, making sure that his own eyes were on her.

“I am looking at you, dolcezza, don’t worry,” confirmed the man, as if reading her mind.

So, she continued, entirely encouraged to show her best self, to be a good girl for the two men in front of her. Moving on, her hand stayed pumping the man’s cock for a second before her tongue came onto the mix, licking all the way up the curve, a very thick vein getting special attention and then the head. It was already leaking pre-cum, the girl’s antiques driving Damiano insane by the second -and she had not even started blowing him yet. With a push to her head by the singer Y/N really took his cock into her mouth, starting with the head, sucking and bobbing her head a bit, still moving her skilled fingers up and down, with every bob taking more and more of the length reaching a point where she had taken it all. She paused in that place for a second, relaxing her throat, Damiano’s cock resting deep inside her mouth, before she moved in need of breath. The same pattern repeated itself a few more times before the pace got quicker, following the music that was now playing from Ethan’s speaker.

It did not take long for the older man to cum, unexpectedly, in Y/N’s mouth, some delicious sounds leaving her lips and sending vibrations all through his cock, intensifying his orgasm.

“I could have never thought she’s that good, Ethan. Why have you been hoarding her this whole time?” He laughed, all in one breath and blown completely out of his mind.

“Exactly because I know how good she is. But tonight she has been plenty bad, although she’s trying to act all innocent now.”

“I’m a good girl daddy, see?” She questioned, tongue out, showing evidence of her swallowing predicaments, “I took all of it.”

Ethan smiled, looking down to his friend, his big hand holding her jaw and spitting in her mouth as it stayed open. Swallowing that down as well Y/N showed it to the two men, waiting impatiently for the next orders.

No orders came for the time being, Ethan sitting himself on the bed, back resting on the bed frame, opening his legs and motioning for her to sit between them. She clearly obliged, knowing very well that her punishment was already going to be overwhelming but oh so pleasurable and she wanted nothing more.

In all honesty the drummer was played to her needs every time, the punishments being always the outcome she hoped for (except few occasions when she had gotten Ethan so much she ended up edged on for over a week as a punishment, and although the orgasm was spectacular, the wait was torture). Ethan knew it and he was not opposed to it, instead working with the girl’s deviousness.

As she sat between his thighs, back on his chest and palms resting right on his thighs, Ethan used his calves and feet to keep Y/N’s legs spread open, thankful she was wearing a dress and panties that he could easily replace any time he wanted. He prompted Damiano to move between both their legs, face aligned with her pussy, the frontman practically salivating at the sight in front of him.

She had anticipated this night, having bought a cheap but utterly sexy lingerie set online, wearing said lingerie in an attempt to drive Ethan crazy. It was black, with little orange flowers here and there, some lace with mesh material surrounding her pussy, back piece doing little to cover her ass cheeks. Damiano was currently dying at the, almost, disappearance of the fabric due to the wetness leaving absolutely nothing hidden -not that the material could hide much anyway. He moved up, face just a hair’s distance from the wetness, just about to leave a kiss but the other man had different plans.

“Don’t be so eager, Dami, you’ll get what you want in a bit,” he said, palms massaging the girl’s boobs, kisses being left on her neck. “I think she’s overdressed.”

Damiano agreed to the statement, sharing just one simple look with Ethan, reaping the panties apart, her pussy now fully exposed. The singer looked up to his friend once again, a nod of approval being more than enough to shoot the man into action.

His lips swiftly found her clit, not much effort for the skilled man, sucking and kissing the sensitive bud, tongue lapping the juices of her pussy taking advantage of the wetness to stimulate her clit. Y/N’s head fell back, on the drummer’s shoulder, the man taking advantage of the angle and leaving kisses and marks on her neck, one hand always on her chest, the other currently choking her. She moaned so beautifully in his ear, making him harder than he thought he could get, surprised at how well he held himself together.

Damiano kept eating the girl out, fingers starting to dive into her pussy one at a time. He got up to four, said pussy taking them in wonderfully, practically swallowing them within the velvety confines. “I’ve experienced nothing hotter in my life, dolcezza. This pussy is scrumptious, could eat it for days,” he, himself thrusting on the bed, already having gotten hard again, craving some friction. His mouth was leaving wet kisses to her thigh and his fingers were deep inside her, going in and out, Ethan adding his own fingers, playing with her clit edging her closer and closer to the edge.

All the telltales were there: the shaking, the loudness, the closed eyes… She was ready to cum, but it was not something Ethan could allow yet. He stopped his actions, placing a hand on his band mate’s head, said man getting the memo and pausing as well. “You really thought you’d come this easy, amore? Oh no! You have been acting like a desperate slut all day, flashing Damiano and now letting him taste you, knowing it drives me crazy. You have been very naughty,” he explained before shuffling her off his body, moving to stand up.

Y/N could not help but whine, the sound only enabling the two men. “I think she’s been naughty again. Didn’t you say you’d be a good girl, puppet?” She simply nodded head looking down, but not before seeing the look on Damiano’s face. “I think some spanking would put our puppet in place.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, already moving Y/N to bend over the bed, her legs wobbly from her previously denied orgasm. “Count for Damiano, dolcezza,” said the man, leaving a kiss on her back and then starting his actions.

“One.”

Although her words were what was asked of her Damiano was not satisfied, giving her one of his own and speaking up. “Say thank you, puppy, don’t be rude.”

Another spank, “three, thank you,” she followed the orders, jumping forward with every slap on her skin.

As she reached ten it got harder to count. Damiano had started fingering her again, opting to pause his actions after every few thrusts, slamming his palms on her ass cheeks or pussy. It’d be a lie if Y/N said this wasn’t enjoyable-after all she could not stop moaning loudly, but the redness of her ass would disagree.

“Why don’t you keep quiet, puppy? These noises of yours are what got you here. You can’t hide how much you like this, can you, slut?”

For the second time that night, Y/N was on the verge of cumming all over Damiano’s fingers, unable to speak yet again.

“Use,” spank, “your,” spank, “words,” spank.

“I can’t hide, daddy,” she responded, this time leaving an almost screaming moan, eyes rolling all the way to the back of her head, once again almost falling apart.

Before she had the chance Damiano stopped, hands retracting from the girl and into his mouth, tasting her on his lips.

“I think you can take at least one more, puppet. Can you?” Ethan, had been quite distanced this whole time, deciding to let his friend get a taste of his sex partner, but deciding this was the best moment to do his thing.

Y/N nodded in confirmation, letting out a simple “green,” to let Ethan know she was not stopping just yet.

“Beautiful, puppy! You have been doing so good for us, taking your punishment so well, but we are not done yet.” A buzz sound is what concerned the girl, eyes widening at the toy.

It was a small remote virator, imitating sucking on the clit. The drummer placed the girl over his knees, stuffing the toy between his leg and her clit, shocking the sensitive bud. “I think you can take a few more spanks,” said the man, landing one at the expanse of her thigh, the skin giggling at the contact.

“Damiano, count,” ordered the assertive man, seeing his friend kneel in front of Y/N, kissing her and then doing as he was told.

“I think we were left on twenty-three. Twenty four,” he began, counting all the way to forty before the ordeal was over.

The whole time Y/N was shaking, just about to fall off the edge, asking for permission to cum but her wishes were not granted just yet. She was exhausted, overstimulated, frustrated, and now unable to move on her own. But, oh man did she need more. The two men were more than willing to assist her.

“You are doing so well, dolcezza,” praised Damiano, thinking of what to do next.

“Why don’t you get up, puppet. I think it’s time you get what you want.”

At that, her head perked up, already jumping from Ethan’s lap (almost falling while doing so) eager to be fucked and to finally orgasm. “I want you on all fours. You suck me off, Dami can fuck your pussy. I’m sure you’d love that.” She nodded, moving to be in all fours as Ethan stood on his knees on top of the bed, Damiano following suit and placing himself behind Y/N.

“Agh,” he groaned, “sei così bagnata, bambina,” he commented, collecting all the wetness on his cock before pushing inside her.

The action and the moans it emitted caused vibrations to Ethan, making him groan in pleasure, Y/N’s talent to shuck not wavering now. “You like this a lot, puppet, don’t you? Being fucked by my best friend while sucking my cock, huh? You like that?”

She could only hum in response, holes being filled to the brim so pleasurably. It was all better than she expected, more overwhelming, so she could not keep it anymore. She released Ethan’s cock, screaming loudly as her release finally overtook her, Damiano groaning in contentment. He pulled out of her afterwards, jacking himself off a bit before coating her back in his own cum.

Now the only one left unsatisfied was Ethan. His pleasure was cut short for the girl’s release, and although he was not mad, he certainly wanted to feel her.

“Can you handle one more for me, cucciola? You did such a good job so far but I need to feel you.” Y/N nodded and changed her position, this time her legs were in the air, soon to be wrapped around the drummer, eyes half closed in bliss.

“Such a good girl for me,” Ethan praised one more time before he started his rhythm slamming into her. This time it did not take long for both of them to reach their highs, the man riding out both of them and after taking a second to breathe he pulled out, falling right next to her.

“Are you ok?” This time the concerned man was Damiano, a bottle of water already in his hands and ready to give it to the girl.

“Mhm… Thank you,” she mumbled, voice almost a whisper but the smile was hard to miss.

“I think I should leave,” said the front man and he went to get dressed, abandoning the room, leaving only Ethan and Y/N in it.

Ethan got up quickly, looking around for a cloth as he got to the bathroom and wet it with some warm water. Coming back, he used it to clean Y/N up; her back from Damiano’s cum, her face from the cum and her dried up juices and her pussy from the left over wetness, a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in his other hand.

“Come one, dolcezza, you did so good. You’ll go to sleep in just a second. Come one, help me get you dressed,” he voiced and started leaving kisses on her face.

“You took both of us wonderfully, thank you.” Another hum as a response.

Ethan realized how at this point she had fallen asleep, fucked out and exhausted, he did not expect her to stay awake.

“I only wish I could tell you this when you’re awake… I think I’m in love with you."

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[lucywrites02]

From the bottom of my heart Ch. 1

Main Masterlist | FTBOMH masterlist

A/N: I am a nerd and because the reader is a scientist I can show off my knowledge a little bit lol. Italics are lyrics

Pairing: (he/they) Loki x gn! reader

Word count: 1.4k

Series Summary: You love romance and everything that is connected to love. Loki has become your good friend who quickly developed a crush on you. The trickster tries to ask you out and fails every time. Because of his shy nature the god cannot find a good way to do it and his low self-esteem doesn’t help either. And so he decides to try and win your affection by using various Midgardian courting methods, hoping to succeed.

Chapter summary: Loki finally realizes that the feelings he has for you are stronger than friendship. It's surprising how the god doesn't even mind, but it's hard to believe you would ever feel the same. It's worth a try though, isn't it?

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There were some perks of working after hours. The most important one was being able to listen to music as loud as you could without anyone batting an eye. Plus dancing. You could dance around the room like crazy because you were the only person who was still working at this ungodly hour. You preferred being alone because it always allowed you to go at your own peace instead of having to put up with your coworkers. They weren’t bad and you liked working with them- you were just more productive when no soul could interrupt you. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, although you tend to get lost in your work when no one else is there to remind you to take breaks and completely forget that time exists. And that was bad. 

Well, that's what you get when you decide to get into biochemistry and your boss is one of the Avengers. 

Most of the crew left two hours ago and the people who stayed were the ones in MedBay. You had a lot of respect for those guys. They were one of the best people in this building and you loved to interact with them. 

You put your favorite playlist on shuffle. The first song started playing and you swayed your hips to the soft beats. Music was definitely the best thing that humanity has come up with. The way your body reacted to it was something magical. It’s fascinating how our brains can catch those sounds and produce hormones that will either make you happy or sad, depending on the music you listen to. Completely losing yourself in the moment, you ignored the world around you and swayed your hips to the soft beat. You hummed along and manually backed up the date you updated today. You don’t trust the auto save. It was better to click some buttons by yourself than to lose months of work because of a stupid error.

The longer your song played the louder you sang along. You didn’t think your voice was beautiful, but it was bearable and that's all that mattered.

Because you were so caught up in the moment you didn't hear when someone opened the door to your lab. You completely forgot that Loki was supposed to pay you a visit later that night and go over your newest results of his and Thor’s blood tests. You’ve been doing a lot of research about Asgardian and Jötun immune systems and the gods were very helpful and willing to share their knowledge with you. Your team really appreciated it and loved it when the princes came over. That’s actually how you and Loki first met.

Speaking of Loki.

The god called your name, but you couldn’t hear them over the music. He considered just walking up to you and tickling your sides to scare you, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself. Even though Loki loved to hear that little squeak you made when their fingers made contact with your ribs, they didn’t want to ruin the moment. You always felt embarrassed when someone caught you dancing, but Loki joined your shenanigans so many times you stopped caring after some time. That was one of many things you liked about the god of mischief; he never wanted you to  feel bad about yourself or your interests. The song changed to Frank Sinatra’s ‘Something Stupid” and the trickster couldn’t help himself and made his way to you. 

I know I stand in line

Until you think you have the time

To spend an evening with me

And if we go someplace to dance

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me

Their steps had that excited bounce in them. Loki noticed that it has been happening a lot lately. But only when you were around.

The god has had that weird feeling for some time when they hung out with you. At first you met every two days only for research purposes, but your kindness and friendly nature broke Loki’s serious facade, helping him to open up. Which they did. It took some time, but they really did open up. 

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

I can see it in your eyes

That you despise the same old lies

The lyrics of the song struck Loki like Thor’s lightning. Was he truly this oblivious about their feelings for you? 

"Loki!" You called your friend's name, almost dropping the syringe you had in your left hand. "I didn't hear you come in. You scared me." Laughing at your own clumsiness, you turned the volume down and gestured to the trickster to come closer. "You won't believe what I found!" 

"Is it about the research?" Loki asked, fiddling awkwardly with the hem of their shirt. Your head was still bobbing to the music. It was adorable.

"Yes!" You said, enthusiastically. "I compared your cells with Thor’s and found out that your cells regenerate 2 times faster than his!" You opened the first file, showing your friend a diagram you made. Loki was academically smart, but it was a challenge to keep up with you when your excitement took over. "Not only that, but your adenosine triphosphate molecules can store more chemical energy than regular ATP! This is a huge discovery, Lok-" You stopped mid sentence, embarrassed by your monologue. "I'm sorry… I just got too excited." 

You picked at your hands, hoping Loki won’t laugh at you for that. You knew he would never do that, but the fear of being judged was too strong. Thankfully, the god put one of their arms around your shoulder and gave you a genuine smile.

“Never apologize for being smart, darling.” The trickster said, gently hugging you to their side. “I love listening to you, so please, never apologize for that.”

You looked up at Loki and your eyes locked together. You stayed silent for a moment- the only sound filling the room was Sinatra’s angelic voice. 

I practice every day

To find some clever lines to say

To make the meaning come through

But then I think I'll wait

Until the evening gets late

And I'm alone with you

The lyrics of the song suddenly had a brand new meaning for Loki. It was surprisingly accurate, considering how desperate the god has been to spend some time alone with you those past few weeks. He didn’t quite understand why it was so important for him. Until now.

The time is right, your perfume fills my head

The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

Love. Loki loved you. It was clear now. How stupid they were for not realizing it earlier! Oh norns, he really was clueless. It explained everything; the way Loki’s heart was beating faster every time you were around. Or how they stuttered when your conversation turned a little bit too flirty. 

The trickster has read many stories about love- how falling in love was like being struck by lightning and how the world seemed to be more colorful. But Loki didn’t feel that. He felt calm. The world was still the same- nothing changed. And yet your eyes seemed to shine brighter in this lightning. He never noticed it before. 

The silence between you wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. 

“I made a short animation for the diagram,” you whispered, not trusting your voice enough to speak normally. “I could show you if you’d like.”

“Yes!” The god answered a little too loud and loosened their grip on your shoulder. “I would- I would love to.”

You clapped your hands and opened another file. You explained everything as the animation went and Loki couldn’t help, but to admire how beautiful your voice sounded. The god listened to your every word, although their mind was trying to come up with a good way to tell you about his feelings. 

Loki knew a lot about you- which book you reread once every two months. He knows your favorite happy love song, favorite sad love song. Your comfort movie and the movie you can’t watch ever again because it made you too emotional. The god knew a lot so how hard could it be?

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

"I love you"

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[cacoetheswriting]

for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

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The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?” 

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

~~

“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

~~

The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined. 

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his. 

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

~~

Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking. 

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment. 

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace. 

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play. 

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling. 

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

~~

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around. 

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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Ciao! can I please request headcanons for the bayverse turtles with a gender neutral S/O where they’re hanging out one day and they have music playing on shuffle, but then the reader suddenly starts crying because they used to listen to that song all the time when they were little and it just hit them right in the childhood? Comfort ensues 👉🏽👈🏽 please. and thank you.

Hey!

Thanks for the request! This took a little while because it’s my first one and I wanted it to be nice UwU and I enjoyed playing around with the bois being comforting since I’ve never really done that before. Hope you enjoy 💙♥️🧡💜💚 @sleeplessdreamer14

Leonardo

You’re laying on the couch reading while Leo’s doing katas about ten feet away. Every now and again you’ll look up at him, smiling as his practiced movements resemble a dance. Mikey left some playlist running in the background on his boombox before disappearing to make food, and normally music with lyrics makes it difficult for you to read but you were only really half paying attention to the book. You almost enjoy watching Leo practice more anyway.

The music barely distracts you, at least until you hear that… familiar intro. The rest of the world kind of fades away as the song takes you back years.

Nostalgia clogs your senses, eyes watering before you know it and a lump forming in the back of your throat as you try to hold back from crying. You close the book in your lap and let the music fill your senses. It’s been a while since you’ve heard this one. Memories resurface and you try to simply blink away the tears, but it’s inevitable, they fill your eyes until your vision is watery.

“Hey,” you look up to see Leo sitting down next to you, his eyes filled with concern but voice gentle and comforting as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s dumb, but… this song just… takes me back,” you respond quietly. “I used to listen to it a lot when I was younger.”

You wipe your eyes with your free hand just as Leo takes your other hand in his. His warm, strong, big hand in yours makes the tears easier to swallow. You squeeze his palm reassuringly and he moves a little closer to you before you continue talking.

“It reminds me of the places I used to go and the friends I used to have, feels like a lifetime ago, when things were less… complicated.”

Leo perfectly understands the wish for things to be easy, and he understands how it feels to not want to carry responsibilities. He knows what it’s like to have a weight on your shoulders. And so, instead of telling you it’s dumb or offering simple platitudes, he presses a kiss to your knuckles and nods in understanding.

“I miss it,” you say simply.

“If it’s any consolation,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re here now.”

You look up at him with watery eyes but you’re wearing a crooked smile at his remark. The song still plays on in the background but right now you’re more focused on the way the terrapin kisses your forehead and buries his face in your hair. You feel his inhale taking in your scent and you smile against his collarbone, relaxing against him.

Yeah, you still miss your old friends and family, when things were easy and you bore less of the world on your shoulders. But for now you have him, and really, what else do you need?

Raphael

Raph’s got his workout playlist on while you sit next to him, bantering back and forth with him as he does his routine. The music is a surprisingly varied mix, you didn’t expect to hear the couple of 80s pop and early 2000’s girl band songs that you did. You teased him a little about it at first but it was all well meaning.

You don’t really notice what song is playing until about halfway through the first verse. You know this song too well. It’s been a long time since you last heard it, though, and maybe that’s why it affects you the way it does now. Raph had been saying something, but his voice kind of fades away as your focus shifts to the music and the memories it brings back.

Flashes of your childhood flit past your mind’s eye. The good, the bad, the in between, and all the other things you thought you had forgotten about. You don’t even realize there’s tears in your eyes until they’re falling, running hot trails down your cheeks and it’s too late to try and hold them back.

“Hey, hey baby, what’s wrong?” Raph must have noticed you go quiet since now he’s kneeling in front of you with so much concern on his face. “You okay? ‘S it somethin’ I said?”

“No! No no no,” you’re quick to reassure him and he relaxes, but only minutely since it’s clear you’re still upset. “I-It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“‘Ey, don’t say that, whatever it is, it ain’t stupid,” his hand sets itself gently on your knee.

“I just used to listen to this song as a kid a lot, takes me back.”

He’s sat down in front of you now, cross-legged just as you are so your knees are touching his, “That ain’t stupid.”

His hand brushes away the tears from one side of your face, your own hand coming up to dry the other side before you lean into his warm touch. The way his hand cups your cheek comforts you immensely.

“Feels stupid to cry over it.”

But he knows what it’s like to miss the innocence lost with age, so he pinches your cheek lightly and playfully in disagreement, bringing a smile to your face even as you push his hand away.

“I can turn it off if ya want,” he offers gently, and you hesitate before shaking your head no.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine,” you respond.

“Whatever ya say, shorty.”

And with that you two are right back to your usual lighthearted teasing. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before he goes back to working out, the memories fading away to make room for the new ones you make with him. He makes sure to remember exactly what song it is, though, and you don’t consciously pick up on this fact but you never actually hear it from any of his playlists again after that moment.

Donatello

You two often sit in peaceful quiet. Donnie will work on his projects, you sitting there on your phone or working on your own stuff, occasionally handing him various tools when he needs them. He’s often got something going on in the background, usually podcasts or heavy music when he’s alone, but always soft music when you’re around so he doesn’t miss if you say something to him. Like now, with him under the truck fixing something and you sitting cross-legged a few feet away playing a puzzle game on your phone. You’re waiting patiently for him to be done. Bed time for you two was about an hour ago now but you know how important this fix is for him and that it should really be done tonight. So you don’t press the issue but you are ready to sleep.

You don’t often notice the music he’s got playing unless it’s a song you really like or dislike, it’s just some shuffled Spotify playlist that he thinks fits the vibe of today. But you notice immediately when that song starts playing. It’s so familiar to you, after listening to it so much in the past, that it would be shameful not to recognize it now.

Your vision goes blurry as your focus shifts away from your current self. You’re reminded of the past, the radio in your old house, your parents, the way they always had the same station playing in the house and in the car and at cookouts. You’ve heard this song so much now that it immediately throws you back into the past. It happens so fast you might as well have whiplash, but you just get misty eyed instead.

Your bottom lip trembles, warm lines running down your cheeks soon after and Donnie notices quickly that something is up when you don’t respond to his request for the torx screwdriver. He slides out from under the truck but you don’t even notice at first. The music has all but consumed you now.

“Y/N? Darling, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, a large hand gently on your bicep pulling you back to reality.

You look up at him but realize that it’s a little hard to see him with the way the tears have pooled. He can’t help but think that, even though he hates hates hates seeing you upset, that those tears make your eyes glisten so beautifully under the lights.

His other hand not on your arm comes up to brush the tears away as he repeats the question now that he’s got your focus.

“I used to listen to this song a lot as a kid,” you supply an answer softly, gaze falling from his. “Just makes me sad… I dunno why, I guess it just kinda hit me. Sorry.”

“No, no, dove, don’t apologize,” he says. “I understand and you’re alright, I’ve got you here, now.”

His sugar sweet words and oh so gentle hands comfort you. You offer a watery smile before moving into his arms, letting him wrap his arms around you. You return the hug the best you can with his shell in the way, face tucked into the crook of his shoulder, and he can feel the way more tears fall from your eyes and onto his skin. He doesn’t mind though, he simply holds you. He enjoys just holding you even if he’s never admitted it out loud before. He likes knowing he can be there for you.

And he may not fully understand how your memories attached to this song make you upset, but he understands the pain and will do anything to make you feel better.

His hands run over your back, soothing trails on your shoulder blades over your shirt. Then he’s reaching for a remote he set nearby to turn the radio off. He doesn’t even need to ask you anything to know when you want his hands back on you.

“You’re the best,” you say when your gaze has fully refocused and the tears have calmed.

“No, actually, I think that’s you,” he responds, before pressing a kiss to your hair and deciding to bring you to bed, putting off the truck repairs for grumpy morning-Donnie in favor of treating you like a queen now.

Michelangelo

You and Mikey will play a video game together quietly with music on in the background. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest and watch him play, but in times like this, when the week has been rough and you both need some quiet down time, you lay on opposite ends of the couch with your legs tangled together playing a multi-player game that relaxes both of you. Tonight it’s Minecraft, and though you both like the music of the game, you’d both agreed on having a playlist on too.

You’re mining out a coal deposit in the game when you hear that song come on the background. Mikey notices faster than any of his other brothers would that something is off. He can practically smell how the air around you sours.

Childhood memories flood back to you as you recognize every line of the song as it plays, pulling you back and away from the now. Good memories give you life vests in the flood, bad memories tie weights to your ankles. You’ve paused in the game, your character just staring at the block wall. People, places, events, all of it suddenly overwhelms you as the music plays.

Mikey is on you in seconds though, throwing himself into your arms as soon as he notices that there’s an issue. You’ve got a lap-full of buff turtle man pulling you back into the present.

“Babycakes, you smell grump, what’s wrong?” He says while littering chaste kisses across your face.

He doesn’t even give you the time to get truly upset, let alone start crying, as he’s so in-tune to your emotions that he’s always right there to comfort you.

“I’m okay, baby,” you responds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Just… thinking about childhood stuff. This song reminded me of it.”

“This song?” He says, suddenly jumping up.

You don’t know where he’s going but can see the humor practically dripping off of him. He storms up to the boombox, blatantly glaring at it. While watching him poke the speaker a few times like he’s threatening one of the many criminals he often fights, you can’t help but smile. He’s so lovely, and always knows how to make you laugh.

“You!” He snaps at the machine like it’s sentient, the same song still playing. “What’d you say to my girl, huh? Punk? Wanna act like a tough guy now? Too late, fella.”

You laugh as he jabs his finger at the skip song button and it changes to something different. You like this song, Hopeless by Khalid, Mikey likes it too. His attention is recaptured when you laugh at his antics. He smiles at you before making his way back over to the couch, crawling easily back into your arms as you continue giggling.

He kisses you before booping your nose, “Don’t be sad about the past, cherry tomato, we got the whole future ahead of us.”

“Cherry tomato?”

“Yeah,” he says, offering no further explanation as he relaxes on top of you with his controller, easily shifting back into the game.

He’s quick to go from one thing to another, but you can tell he’s truly there for you when he continues to lay his head on you, announcing that he’s coming to find you in-game. Every now and again he presses a little kiss to your stomach or chest, wherever his lips meet in that moment. Your confusing and bittersweet past is left buried under your love for your beautiful, caring, protective terrapin.

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[collecting-stories]

Here (In Your Arms) - John B Routledge

Request: hi this is my first time requesting so hopefully i’m doing this right haha 😅 could u write something with friends to lovers with john b? and maybe he gets jealous and that’s how the confession happens? i love ur writing ❤️

A/N: Don’t know why but Here (In Your Arms) popped into my head while I was writing this 😭😭

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John B commanded the sort of attention that was subtle. It was as if you didn’t even realize you were giving it in the first place. He just lived in your head on a constant cycle and when you didn’t think about him for too long it was like the entire universe pulled you back to him. Whatever it was, it never felt requited. You doubted that he ever thought of you as much as you thought of him. Or even half as much.  

“I love this song,” you muttered, taking your foot off the dash and turning up the volume. The cassette player in the old VW bus had an aux hanging out of it, Kiara’s tape deck converter left from the last time she was in the bus with John B. You’d taken command of the radio, plugging your phone in and turning on shuffle. Your playlists weren’t as carefully curated as Kiara’s or Pope’s and JJ usually bitched about your music but none of them were there this morning while you and John B took a drive together.  

“How old is this song?” John B asked, looking over at you as you sang a little off key. He had woken you up early in the morning, texting and asking if you were up for a sunrise surf and promising to let you play whatever music you wanted on the drive down the coast to a more secluded part of the island. You always set your phone to Do Not Disturb on the weekends but John B was the constant exception to that.  

“It’s like...early aughts. It’s a great song.” You replied, leaning over the arm rest so you could sing to him, “I like, where we are, when we drive, in your car...”

John B laughed, pushing you away from him as he kept his eyes on the road. “Kelce listen to this shit with you?” He asked, unable to avoid the topic for long.  

You hadn’t been around much lately and both of you knew why. On John B’s end, all he knew was that you had started dating a kook, Kelce, as a matter of fact. On your end, you knew what it really was, a distraction...a way to convince yourself that you didn’t have feelings for your best friend. That your whole world didn’t revolve around John B. Dating Kelce was easy, a way to distance yourself from the thing that you couldn’t have. But the more time you spent on the eight, the less time you spent with John B, and the more he felt like he was losing the only thing that had been keeping his head above the water since his father’s disappearance. It was that fact alone that had made him text you, hoping you would answer and happy when you did. But he couldn’t ignore your relationship status forever, not even for the entirety of the drive, it seemed.  

“No,” you replied, glaring at him as you crossed your arms over your chest, “Kelce does not listen to this with me and it’s not shit.”  

“Hey, I know that...just wasn’t sure he did.” John B said, pulling the car onto a dirt path. “What kind of stuff does he listen to?”

“Why do you care JB?” You asked.

“I’m just asking...you know, wanna make sure my friends’ are happy.” He replied, the smile on his face so fake that it had you frowning in return.  

“How about we don’t talk about me and Kelce and we just surf?” You knew what this was. Lately, it was all John B did when the two of you hung out. He constantly picked at Kelce when you were around, saying shit about him and his friends just to irritate you.  

“I just don’t get why you’re dating him,” John B said, getting out of the car and starting to untie the boards. “I mean, you guys have nothing in common.”

You came around to his side of the bus to help, “we do too.”  

“Come on, he’s rich-”

“And what?” You snapped, cutting him off, “I can’t possibly date someone who has money because I don’t? Its so totally unbelievable that anyone on the eight would be interested in me?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He argued.

“It is what you meant!” You replied, “I’m sorry that I’m not tripping over myself to hang out with you every hour of the day anymore but I'm allowed to be happy, whether you are or not.” John B clenched his fists, jaw tensing as he glared at you. The weight of your words sunk in for both of you and you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before opening them, “JB, I didn’t mean-” You tried to say but he pushed passed you, walking down the path to the beach and leaving you with the bus and the boards.  

You stood there at the bus for a while, leaning against the driver’s door and trying to think about what you were going to say to him. There was a lot you wanted to say and a lot that you weren’t entirely sure would go over well if you did say. You had only started dating Kelce to get your mind off of John B but somehow it felt like it only made you think of him more. You took the keys off the driver’s seat where John B had left them and headed down to the beach, leaving the boards still tied to the top of the bus.  

John B was sitting on the beach, not too far away from the trail. You dropped down in the sand beside him. “I didn’t come out here to argue with you JB, you’re my best friend and I just wanted us to hang out like we used to.”

“I don’t think we can.” He admitted, pulling his knees up and resting his arms across them. “Look, I’m not trying to screw anything up with us or with you and Kelce it’s just...every time I even think of you and him together it makes my blood boil. And not cause of some stupid kook v. pogue thing but because you aren’t supposed to be with him.” John B tried to explain, “you’re supposed to be with me.”

“What?”  

“You and me...I mean...it’s not crazy.”

“I didn’t mean that I thought it was.” You replied, “I just...never really thought you thought there was an us, like that at least.”  

“I just thought we’d, I don’t know...figure it out? Get together.” John B said, shrugging, “I didn’t think you’d just like...”

“You just thought I’d wait for you to decide you liked me?”

“No, no...” John B sighed, looking over at you, “maybe.”

“I don’t, like Kelce. He asked me out and he’s a nice guy but...I don’t like him.”  

“So...”

You let out a breath, looking out at the ocean and then back at John B. “We’re a mess.” You joked, “you know, normal people probably don’t fuck stuff up this much.”

“Yeah, well...I don’t think we’ve ever been normal,” he laughed, “at least, you haven’t.”

“John B!” You shoved him, laughing when he pushed you back. “Stop, I don’t want sand in my hair!”  

“You’re about to go surf, you dipshit.” He joked wrestling you to the ground and making sure that he pushed your hair into the sand on purpose. As you looked up at him, his expression changed, “I don’t want us to pretend this never happened when we leave today...I don’t think I could handle it if you went back to Kelce.”

“I don’t plan to.” You promised.

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Wilbur soot- your new boyfriend

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A/n I’m really like this one so hope you guys do too

~ Wilbur soot - Your New Boyfriend  (OFFICIAL VIDEO)

10,400,000 views

Wow. That's a hell of a lot of views. My friend Wilbur just realised his new song yesterday and it's doing so well I'm so proud of him, I know he worked really hard on this song and filming the music video which he roped me into helping with. I have listened to it about a million times that I know every chord off by heart even though I don't play music its just ingrained in my head now.

I felt like listening to it when I got up this morning while I brushed my teeth and washed my face so that's what I did. This time I really listened to the lyrics and I really took them in instead of it just becoming a blur and I had a realisation that may be really stupid.

Me and Wilbur have been friends since we were 17 when we went to college and had always kind of flirted with each other because thats just the type of friendship we had, a lot of people thought we were dating but we never officially moved past being friends even though at some points I wanted to. When we finished college we both went to different universities but they weren't far from  one another so we often used to see one another but of course life was different. By different I mean I got a boyfriend which meant that the flirting stopped and the connection between us kind of crumbled but we reconnected a few years later which brings us to pretty recently. Just a few months ago I broke up with the before mentioned boyfriend because he cheated on me and overall became not a great guy.

You see now I have put my brain to listening to lyrics I can't help but wonder even just a little bit if the song is about me. Now I know that sounds very narcissistic and self centred but the story just seems to match so well and yes the song is meant to be comical and satirical but there is something in my brain telling me that there is a slight real life influence there.

Now I'm really nervous because I'm going to Wilbur's place in a few hours and I don't know if I can just forget about this because of course it can be nothing and just a coincidence but that chance that it is something is really bugging me. Wilbur is definitely going to notice if I act weird which is what I'm really worried about because I don't want to have to talk about it.

Another predicament that I have now subjected myself to is the slight feelings I have for Wilbur which feels so wrong because it's not been that long since I broke up with my last boyfriend but I can't help it. Wilbur was there from the moment we broke up and helped me get over it and doing that while we rebuilt our friendship just made our connection grow deeper and give it a new meaning to me. It's not something new either just because if the closeness there was many times in the past that I had feeling for Wilbur but just never did anything about it because I always felt like he never felt the same. Wilbur had always been the first one to say that we weren't dating when people asked or suspected something.

I wanted to look nice for when I went to Wilbur's because most of the time especially recently he has seen me crying or just looking like a mess. I decided to wear my black acid wash mom jeans and a cute crop top that a friend made for me because she loves fashion and felt that I needed a new look after my breakup. To complete the look I even put on a little bit of makeup but not a whole lot because I have never been one to wear loads of makeup and I styled my hair which I may have cut since the last time I saw Wilbur because I felt the need to just get rid of some of it but it was still cute.

It got to 1:30 and I got my shoes on to begin my walk to Wilbur's place which isn't that bad once you get used to it which I am by now but I always have to be listening to something to stop the noise of the traffic driving me crazy. As usual my everyday playlist went on shuffle but of course it had to do me dirty by playing jubilee line which don't get me wrong is a great song and I love it  but right now I don't need to be reminded of the war going on in my brain in fact I'm trying to forget about it until I get there at least. My playlist really was being a bit of a bitch today because every few songs it would play one of Wilbur's songs just after I had forgotten about things from the last song.

By 2pm I was just down the road from Wilbur's house and my hands were starting to get a bit clammy from the nerves building in my body, despite this I had to go in because I did not walk all this way to back out and go all the way back home. I got to the door and rang the doorbell then waiting for a figure to appear and open it, this didn't take long so before I knew it Wilbur was right in front of me giving me a big bear hug which he is so good at.

He welcomed me in and dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom so that we don't annoy his roommates. Like always the two of us sat on the floor because we are just those types of people although it did start when we were in college and we used to do homework and revision together, those were the good old times when we had no issues in our friendship. He grabbed something from under his bed and put it in between the two of us, it was a monopoly board which is just so typical of Wilbur.

"Come on you can't tell me you don't want to play like we used to all the time" he said

"You're right I'm not going to say that so let's bring it on I may have practiced a few times so prepare to lose" I joked

He shook his head at me and we set up the game both prepared to try and absolutely destroy one another. This didn't go to plan because I quickly made some bad decisions which put me in a very bad place to the point that if I were to land on any square that Wilbur owned I would be out the game but I still had hope. I was right to have hope because the game quickly turned around because I made it past go without landing on any of Wilbur's squares however he had didn't have that luck and landed on pretty much every square of mine and having to give me a large chunk of his money. The game soon ended when Wilbur couldn't recover from the hit of the last round and quickly ran out of money and I became victorious.

"Yes I told you I'd been practicing" I said

"What is that the 4th time you've beat me out of all the times we played" Wilbur tormented

"Oh shut up and let me have this" I said

"Ok ok but next time I'm for sure going to beat you" he said

After that we just kind of laid down next to each other looking at the ceiling as it if were the sky Which really reminded me of one of my favourite memories that I have. One night after the both of us had finished our last exams at uni I went to meet Wilbur and we walked around London during the dead of night and then laid down on a grass patch to stare at the starts which were unusually visible for the city sky. Nothing particularly special happened just the thrill of being done with uni and galavanting around the city when it felt like we shouldn't be out made it so memorable.

I was quickly dragged out of my memory when something brushed against my hand and stayed in contact with my pinky finger, I tilted my head to see what was going on which would of been pretty obvious but Wilbur's hand was right next to mine with our pinky's overlapping. This made my heart start thumping and my forgotten thoughts from earlier come to the forefront of my brain yet again. It's the most ridiculous thing that I'm so caught up on it and too scared to say anything out of fear of ruining my reconciled friendship when I know that no matter what I say nothing will change between us because it hasn't before even when we kissed that time.

Flashback

The bottle stopped spinning with one end pointed at me and the other at Wilbur. Oh shit. This can't happen it really can't. What if this changes everything and things become awkward? I can't live without Wilbur I spend all my spare time with him and even time when I should be revising or doing homework.

I'm never going to forgive myself if I do this and it changes our friendship but at the same time I have to do it or that will make me look like a loser and will probably fuel the rumours that the two of us are secretly dating although doing it isn't going to help that much either. I could see the same dilemma going through Wilbur's mind but we gave each other a look and went for it.

The both of us leant in letting our lips meet gently to start with before some of the other guys pushed out heads closer together. I won't lie the kiss was nice and felt like along time coming really with the amount that the two of us harmlessly flirt but it also didn't feel like there was the right meaning behind it. You could tell that we were both worried about changing the friendship and so there was no real meaning behind the kiss.

End of flashback

Now that was a terrifying day. This felt different though there was no one willing us on and there has been no pressure on us to date for years now that it is just natural and not forced which made it feel all the more special. I decided to just go for it and if it goes wrong then oh well at least I tried and can never wonder what my life would be like if I'd of just followed my heart.

I laced our pinky's together fully making sure my grip was tight enough that Wilbur got the message which he responded to quickly by moving his hand out of mine for a split second before grabbing hold of my whole hand and lacing all of our fingers together. He squeezed my hand turning his head to look me directly in the eyes which made my neves spike for a second before I got control again and stared back at him. I couldn't help but let out a small nervous laugh which I noticed causes a small smile on Wilbur's face.

"You know your face is just so pretty" he said

"Is this you trying to say something? I questioned

"Maybe but it depends on if you want to hear it" he said

"I definitely want to hear it" I replied

"Well if it wasn't obvious by now I have some feeling for you and honestly I have on and off for ages but I get if its too soon" he said

"It's not too soon and in fact the timing couldn't be better" I said

We exchange no more words for the time being and instead sat up leaving into kiss each other for the second time in our lives but it was definitely different this time. This time there was true feelings behind it that weren't nerves they were true feelings of adoration and even maybe just a little bit of love but it's too soon to tell that yet. He needed no encourage this time to deepen the kiss instead he put all of his energy into it from the start to show how much he really meant what he was saying. The two of us pulled apart after what felt like an eternity but in reality it was no more than 20 seconds.

"Wow just wow" I said

"That about sums it up" Wilbur said

"I have to ask because its been bugging me is your new boyfriend about me?" I asked

"Yeah it is I'm surprised you didn't realise sooner how may time of you heard it" he joked

"But lets forget that can I be your new boyfriend?" He asked

"Of course you can but you might need to write a new song" I said

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