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I CAN'T LIE TO YOU ✮ LN4

pairing: Lando Norris x bestie!Reader (childhood best friends to lovers) summary: Lando Norris decides to surprise his best friend after being a long time away from home. What she didn't expect was that he had a big secret that he couldn't share with her words: 4.5K - warnings: swearing, suggestive content & not proof read author's notes: I'm back once again! Now you just know I'm a sucker for childhood besties to lovers. Also, I may have already started writing a part two for this one... let me know if you want it!

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The days in England have become more boring with time. Y/N was losing her mind over the repetitive routine that follows the life of a college student. Work, study, beer with close friends and bed. So when her mother invited her for a family dinner, she worried about how excited she got with the event. It wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just her parents and a few of their close friends gathered to catch up over nice food.

Coming home felt way too good. It’s a feeling most college students get when they go back to their hometown, leaving their crappy flat in university to be served with their parents pampering during their quick visit. Y/N was supposed to be back to her place in just a couple of days, but she felt satisfied to be in a different place than the four walls of her house. Not to mention that she was having a good laugh with everyone at the table.

Her mother always takes dinner parties to another level, serving the best food in her special crockery, saved for moments like this. So Y/N packed a nice new outfit; a cute long-sleeved dress that looked perfect with tights and heels. Not that the guests cared about how she was dressed, but it felt nice to look beautiful and all put together for once after months of hoodies and leggings.

As usual, her parents invited the Norris family, as they’ve been the best of friends for the longest time. Not only they lived next to each other for years back when she was younger, all of their kids were really close friends with Y/N. But the spotlight always goes to Lando, who is the same age as her, making them grow up attached to the hip.

They all grew up going to the same school, not to mention that she would always tag along in Lando and his brother’s karting sessions, having the best time watching them drive flawlessly on tracks. He always enjoyed the times when she’d steal her parents cameras so they could make some homemade videos of their time together. Or when they would sit back, watch their dads play golf every Saturday and share candies in the cart.

Y/N and Lando have been inseparable since the age of four, growing up side by side, going through everything together. She was so important to him that, when he joined Formula 1 and had to choose a number to race, he chose the age the two of them had become friends.

“The number four is for my best friend, Y/N. She was the one to suggest it, and the meaning behind it is very cute. Actually, I don’t want to tell you to not spoil anything, but I can only say that it’s very dear to my heart”, Lando said once in an interview during his second season in F1, making every single one of his fans curious about the meaning.

But it’s been a while since the infamous duo had been together. They supported each other from afar; Y/N sometimes joining him for race weekends and Lando coming back to see her on birthdays and weekends in London, while he visited the McLaren factory. But the last time they had been together was four months ago, during summer break, when he dragged her to join him for his crazy trips around the world. When racing and university was back on, they lost a little bit of touch; almost no calls and only a few texting breaks so they wouldn’t fall apart.

A lot happened in those four months. Lando had a new gorgeous girlfriend; a model who everyone had become obsessed with her TikTok videos for beauty tips. They had been seen together a few times around the world, her joining him for the races and a lot of make-outs behind DJ booths at parties. Y/N, on the other hand, was lacking in the dating department. But the friends she made over the past year made everything worthy. After years of pretty much having Lando as her only very close friend, she finally found new people to go out and have fun as a normal 20-year-old.

With that, Y/N and Lando’s friendship got weird. He had been avoiding her for a while, with the excuse of being too busy with racing, but actually not wanting to talk about his personal life with someone who knew him like the palm of her hand. Meanwhile, she was having a good time with her friends to be bothered by anything. But lately, life had become more boring and Y/N felt like having Lando back would bring some more fun into her life again, with all the epic parties and the good times they always managed to happen.

“Only one month left”, she thought, as winter break was approaching, meaning that Lando would finally be free to come home for the holidays.

She was pushed out of her thoughts by Adam Norris, who now seemed interest in Y/N’s life after a long catching up with her dad. “Tell us more about college! Are you having fun? Learning anything special?”, he asked with a kind smile.

“Oh, I’m graduating this spring, so it’s been… rough”, she chuckled. “But everything has been amazing, you know? The internship is so cool and the people are nice as well”.

“I just can’t believe it will all be over soon”, his wife, Cisca, responded. “It feels like it was just yesterday when you joined uni and Lando started his first season in F1. Time really flies, uhm?”

Every mention of his name made Y/N smile like a fool. But lately, it has been accompanied by a ting of pain on her chest. God, she missed him so much.

“What is it that you miss?”, Cisca asked, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. Shit, did she say that out loud?

“I said I missed your pie so much, Cis. You know I have always loved it growing up”, Y/N tried to cover it up by stuffing her mouth with the cheesy pie, trying to keep her thoughts of being spoken out loud. But something caught her by surprise.

“Yeah, mum’s pie is the best in the world, isn’t it?”, a male voice said from behind her, one that she hadn’t heard in person for a while. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was, only to turn around and see Lando standing right behind her tugged into his signature comfortable hoodie, with a giant smile plastered on his face, and a bouquet in his hands. “Surprise!”

Y/N brought her hands up to her mouth, trying not to cry at the sight. She couldn’t believe what was standing in front of her. So she jumped out of her seat and jumped into his arms, not caring about anyone else in the room or the flowers being crumpled up in his hands. Lando buried his nose in her hair, taking in her scent, making him feel at ease for once

“What are you doing here?”, she leaned back, holding his face between her hands. His soft eyes looked down at her, his smile never faltering.

“I thought I could surprise my best girl”, he admitted, digging one of his hands into her hips, making her securely close to him. “I had a break before the end of the season, and it had been so long…”

“Shut up, you idiot. I just want to hug you”, she cut him mid-sentence, burying her face in his neck, making his smile even wider, if that was possible. Everyone on the table laughed at her reaction, but let them have their moment after months without seeing each other. It felt too good to be true.

“I missed you so much”, he whispered in her ear, pressing a small kiss to the top of her head.

“I missed you too. Welcome home, Lan”, she leaned back and kissed his cheek, making it tinted red. Lando was so cute when he blushed. “You brought me flowers! How cute is this?”

She took the giant bouquet filled with red and pink roses out of his hands, bringing it close to her body. “It’s an apology for not being here as much as I should”, he said, making her heart so warm with the thoughtful gift.

“You being here is enough”, she pressed another kiss to his cheek and quickly pulled him for another hug. They just couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Alright, we all know you both really miss each other, but you can catch up after dinner. Food is getting cold and poor Lando must be starving”, her mother cut them off, making Y/N look back at the table, her face burning in embarrassment. He laughed at her behavior and pulled the chair next to her so they could sit together.

Through the whole dinner, Lando told all of his amazing stories traveling the world, leaving all the ‘best friends only’ parts for later, when he would be alone with Y/N. She felt so happy to finally have him by her side, making fun of her table manners, resting his hand on her knee and cracking any bad jokes just to see her roll her eyes. And even though he lived those many adventures, Lando knew life couldn’t get better than having his favourite person in the world back on his side.

“So, Lando, what finally brings you back home?”, Y/N’s father asked, making him shrug.

“You know, the championship could’ve been better and I feel really tired, you know?”, Lando searched for his best friend’s hand under the table, entwining their fingers once they met. Then he looked at her with an adoring smile on his face. “I just need some recharging. Thought I could use some home time before the last few races of the year”.

“You’re always welcomed to recharge in our house if you want to, Lando”, her mother said before the conversation was taken somewhere else once again.

While everyone else chatted, Y/N and Lando updated their phone gallery with new pictures of them. A lot of cute selfies and pictures of their homemade dinner which soon found their place on their Instagrams.

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y/username: always feels good to have my best friend back in the house

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landonorris Besties reunited LFG!

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fanacc1 FINALLY SOME Y/N AND LANDO CONTENT

fanacc2 Wasn’t him dating a model?

↪fanacc3 He is, but Y/N is his childhood best friend

fanacc4 ugh, if i was his gf, i would be so jealous of them together

↪fanacc5 I bet his girlfriend actually hates them

fanacc6 Does this mean more Y/N around the paddock?

The dinner was coming to an end with the delicious sweet treats they prepared for dessert. At that point, Lando and Y/N were just existing at the conversation. He slipped an arm around her shoulder and she found a comfortable spot to lean into him and keep sipping on her wine while they shared a slice of cake. But even though they were quiet, they surely weren’t tired. So as the rest of the adults continued with their chat, they took their glasses of wine to the backyard, just so they could have some alone time.

Lando chuckled when he saw what was still standing strong in her backyard. “You still have our old treehouse?”, he asked and she nodded excitedly. “Wow, it looks so much nicer than before”.

“It’s because I renovated it, you fool. Haven’t I told you?”, she asked, but Lando shook his head. “Oh my… you have to see this! Now it’s a grown up treehouse! Take a look”.

Y/N dragged him to the small construction and made him climb all the way up to the house. It changed a lot with the renovations. Their wall doodles from when they were little kids were preserved by a varnish coat on the wood. She also substituted the old toys for books and her collection of vinyls, making the place look extra cozy. There was even a table for afternoon tea and card games, a TV and a huge futon, with lots of cushions, so they could just lie down and spend the rest of the day hidden from the world.

“What a glow up!”, he joked. “I loved it. This is amazing”, Lando took a place next to the window, where the moonlight invaded the room. Y/N sat next to him and almost immediately pulled out her camera just to capture the moment. And just like old times, they had fun doing a tiny photoshoot together, only to be cut off by his mom, calling them from the ground.

“Are you coming, Lando?”, Cisca asked, making him look over to Y/N, who replied for him.

“I’m not letting him go anywhere, Cisca”, she joked, throwing her arms around Lando, making his mother laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your son”.

“Have fun you two”, they waved at her and sighed after finally being left alone for a proper catching up between best friends. Lando had a satisfied smile on his face and he felt so calm at that moment. He threw both of his arms around his best friend and hugged her tightly.

“Home, at last”, his cheek was pressed on the side of her face, making her giggle with the contact. “I want to know everything going on with you. Just blurt it all out. I owe you this”.

“Oh, nothing great happened”, she shrugged. “Nothing that you didn’t know already. The internship is nice, but it’s coming to an end soon and I’m not sure they’ll keep me with them. And college is almost finished, so that’s kind of bittersweet”.

“I thought you were excited to have a degree”, he said, making her sigh. “Are you not happy about graduating?”

“Of course I am. You more than anyone knows how important this is to me”, she answered. “And I made so many good friends and I’ve been having the best time with them. I know graduating will make us grow apart”.

“Endings aren’t always nice, uhm? But you have to look at the bright side of things”, he started. “You’re finally achieving something great and you managed to have a really good time along the way. Made friends and worked really hard to become the best professional out there. I’m so proud of you!”

Lando has always been her biggest supporter on pursuing her academic path. He remembers all the talks they had about her wanting to master in communications. While he didn’t get to finish school to up his game in racing, he was there for every step his best friend took until enrolling in university. So when they talk about it, he always has that beautiful proud smile on his face, to which Y/N loved seeing.

“Thank you”, she smiled shyly. “And what about you, Mr Worldwide? You’ve been everywhere these past months. How was it?”

“Oh, always amazing”, he beamed. “I got to see so many amazing places around the world. You would’ve loved all the clubs I went to. The DJ booths are amazing. Oh, and the golf courts… breathtaking”.

“Yeah, I saw all the pictures”, Y/N arched her brows and rolled her eyes. “You didn’t even bother on calling, telling me about your adventures”.

“Sorry, I lacked in that department”, he apologized. “Even though everything has been amazing, I’m so tired of this year. I could’ve done better on the track and the last few races have been exhausting. I knew that I needed to recharge before the last two races, so I came back to you”.

“It’s always a pleasure to have you home”, she ran her hand through his curls and smiled. Lando always saw Y/N as his home. She always brings him that sense of familiarity, and her absence in his travels around the world were taking a toll on him.

Not to mention that hiding a big secret from his best friend also wasn’t doing him any good.

“But I’m not here to talk about me. I want to know everything about you”, he poked her side with his index finger and smirked. “Anyone special appeared in your life in the past few months?”

“Please”, she rolled her eyes. “The last time I had a proper hook up was during our summer trip to Bali with that guy on the club”.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad”, he giggled, but Y/N’s face was burning in embarrassment.

“I had a few dates in the past months, but fuck me, they were annoying”, Lando laughed at her statement. “One of them found out you’re my best friend and spent the entire time asking questions about you. And the only guy who was actually decent came in his pants when we were making out in his car. Didn’t even get to touch me”.

“Oh, poor you”, he giggled. “So no boy to be my new best friend? I mean, come on, we need more male energy in this friendship”.

“Sorry, Lan. No boyfriend this time”, she said. “You, on the other hand, started dating this gorgeous model and forgot to tell me about everything.”

And there she said it: the topic Lando had been avoiding the most throughout the whole night. He really didn’t want to talk about it with Y/N, because his big secret had been hiding right there. He knew he couldn’t, and didn’t want to, lie about anything to her. And he also knew that he really needed to vent about this secret with her as well.

Lando turned really quiet, and looked away, avoiding her eyes. “Don’t start now, Y/N. I mean, there’s not much to say, to be fair”, he mumbled.

“Come on, I want to know everything about the woman who stole my bestie’s heart”, she poked him, but Lando didn’t dare to look Y/N in the eyes. “I mean, everybody loves her and she seems sweet. Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together”.

“What do you mean? I’ve seen the Instagram pictures and the gossip pages posting videos of you two kissing in the club. I thought you were becoming a thing”.

“Y/N, don’t push it”, he asked, his voice bargaining on his throat.

“Why don’t you want to tell me about her?”

“Because we’re not together, I told you”, he sighed. “She’s a PR stunt. She’s not my girlfriend, and it’s been consuming me from the inside ever since we started this little thing”.

Lando finally looked her in the eyes and Y/N saw them brimming with tears. As an immediate response, she rested a hand on his arm and waited until he was ready to talk more. He leaned into her touch and the tears started to stream down his face. He’s never one to cry for anything, so the tears meant that it was so much more than he was letting show. Her heart broke at the sight of her best friend.

“Is this why you look more tired than usual?”, Y/N asked and he nodded, making the tears fall harder. “Oh, Lan… Come here”.

She pulled his head to rest on her chest and Lando wrapped his arms around her, needing some sort of comfort. He didn’t say much for a couple of minutes after, feeling his heart aching on his chest. He wanted to talk about everything with Y/N, because he knew she would understand him. He always feels vulnerable and safe enough to talk about anything with his best friend.

“Everything is so fucked up, Y/N”, Lando cried out. “God, I can’t take this fake relationship anymore. Do you know how disgusting it feels to pretend to be in love with someone you’re not? And to lie to everyone, hiding it from my parents. From you. I can’t stand it”

“I’m sure you have a good reason to be doing so”, she said, fingers running through his curls and making him sure that she was right there with him. Y/N felt his fingers clinging tighter onto her. “You’re just doing your job and that’s okay. This won’t last forever”.

“I feel so lonely, you know? I was doing so bad on the last few races and I missed home so much. I missed talking to my dad and hugging my mom. I missed making fun of my sisters and going for a drive with my brother. And I missed you so much. I wish I could just stay here for a long while”.

“Soon you’ll get to be here for as long as you want, baby”, Y/N pressed a kiss on top of his head and Lando sighed in comfort. It ached a little less with her there. “And we’ll get to spend so much time together. You can come over and we’ll have sleepovers. We can take the car, drive around and go clubbing until sunrise. Whatever you want”.

“God, it would be so easy if it was you”, he whispered, still holding onto her as if his life depended on it. What did he mean with that? Just those single words made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. Truth is, while her heart ached for her best friend, she was relieved he’s not in love with someone else. Did he have feelings for her?

“You know, I looked over my so-called girlfriend one night while we were hanging out at the club and I wanted to shout to everyone that it was all an act. She’s like a solid reminder of how lonely I am all the damn time. It’s ridiculous”, he grunted.

“Come on, look at me”, Y/N pulled his face to look up and held his head between her hands. “Lan, you are never alone, okay? Even if you feel like you are, and even if I’m not there physically, you know that I’m always with you. I’m right here”, she rested a hand over his heart, making him smile through his tears. “I've been in your heart since the moment we met”.

“I…”, he started, but couldn’t get to say the rest. After all this time, Lando was afraid that the next move would ruin their friendship forever. But looking her in the eyes, comforting him through this rough time, he knew she felt the same. “I love you, Y/N”.

She was expecting anything. ‘I know’, maybe. That was so much bigger than what she imagined. Lando had said he loved her countless times over the years they’ve known each other; after all, they grew up together, almost like brother and sister. But this time, it was different. Y/N knew it, and Lando knew it too.

Y/N was too stunned to speak, so he continued with his confession. “I always have, you know? And I only hid everything from you because I can’t lie to you. And because I thought you’d never look at me the same way if you found out”.

“Lando, I…” she stopped mid-sentence, trying to catch some air. “Fuck, this is a lot. Just wait a second”.

They giggled together and he leaned his forehead against hers. “It’s okay to not say anything right now. I just dropped a giant bomb on your lap. This wasn’t the way I wanted to confess to you, but I just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore”.

“Are you saying this because you’re emotional? Because I swear to God, if you are, I’m gonna kill you for misleading me”, her eyes were brimming with tears and Lando whipped them away.

“I’m telling you the truth”, he assured. “I think I’ve loved you my entire life. With all the crazy things I’ve experienced in my life, you were the only constant. You’re home, Y/N”.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?”, she asked and he took a deep breath.

“Because I was afraid of losing you. Scared this might ruin our friendship somehow”, he admitted. “You’re the most precious thing in my life. Do you know how scary it is to fall in love with your best friend when you’re just a kid? And then grow up, and those feelings never go away, just getting stronger every day. I just didn’t want to lose you”.

“You weren’t going to lose me, Lan”, her eyes softened at his confession and now he was the one wiping her tears. Y/N brought him back for a hug and even though he didn’t have an answer, deep down he knew she felt the same.

“I’ve loved you since we were four. There’s a reason why I always carry this number with me”, Lando confessed. “God, look what you do to me. I never cry”.

“You only cry for the important things”, she reminded. “That’s why I love you, Lando. I’ve been in love with you for my entire life too, idiot”.

His eyes widened as he looked up to her, who had a smirk plastered on her face. “Can I kiss you?”, Lando asked, but before she could properly shake her head in agreement, he crashed his lips into hers. He needed to be home, and Y/N has always been home for him. It was the most intense kiss they ever had, like years of lingering had finally paid off for both of them.

Lando pulled her closer with a hand on the back of her head. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, smiling into his lips. Then, as if it wasn't enough, he pulled her to sit on lap, making them closer somehow. She slowed down the pace, making the kiss needier and more delicious. Lando even let out a satisfied throaty moan, his heart speeding on his chest. Her touches made him feral, knowing that after years of pinning, he finally had his dream girl.

“Thank you for this”, he whispered against her lips, a wide and satisfied smile on his face. “Thank you for all the years, all the times you've been here for me, to tell me everything is going to be alright.”

“Always, Lan”, she played with the hairs on his nape. “I love you so much”.

“I love you too. So much”, he left one more peck on her lips before hugging her again. “I don't know what I'd do without you”.

“Yeah, me too”.

The story of how they fell in love with each other was long, but beautiful. Lando and Y/N sat in that tree house all night and shared all of those stories with each other. And for a second, he really believed everything was going to work out. After all, if he had Y/N, Lando would be just fine.

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starry-hughes · 5 months

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playing in the snow (jack hughes)

day 6 of star’s ficmas event!

single dad!jack au (jack hughes x reader)

Paisley’s first Christmas and a late Hanukkah were spent in Michigan. Jack wanted her to spend the holidays in Michigan with his family. The three day break from games for Christmas were exciting. You had met everyone in the Hughes family but you hadn’t gotten to experience the holidays with the family.

The flight into Ann Arbor was nice, especially since Paisley slept through most of it. “It’s snowing,” you commented to yourself as you looked out the window. “Paisley’s first Christmas and it’s a white Christmas,” Jack beamed.

He was a good dad, hiring you as a nanny when he needed help and her mom left before Paisley was even brought home from the hospital. Jack didn’t exactly plan to fall in love with you but the constant time together, raising his daughter together, it was a recipe to falling in love.

Luke carried the diaper bag as you carried Paisley. Jack rolled your suitcase along with his. Quinn was getting in at the same time from Vancouver and was excited to help with Paisley on the car ride to the Hughes’ household.

You weren’t expecting to find a stocking for yourself on the fireplace. It was filled with candy like the ones for the boys and small gifts. “Jack,” you gritted, “you said your parents weren’t getting me anything.” He grinned, “I lied.” You didn’t mind gifts, you just felt bad that you hadn’t bought anything for them.

“This is the most snow all December,” Ellen commented. The two of you were finishing up the wrapping of Paisley’s gifts. Jack entered the living room with a bundle in his arms. “Look! She fits Lukey’s old baby snowsuit!” He was dressed for the snow, jacket on, a hat and gloves ready. “(Y/N) go get your coat on, Paisley needs to experience her first snow!” Jack instructed.

Within minutes, you were dressed for the snow, wishing you could stay inside with Ellen, somewhere warm. But you were in the yard, attempting to get Paisley accumulated to the snow. Luke had built her a small snowman and Quinn had showed her a snowball. She was simply not amused.

“Here bub,” you offered to let her touch a handful of snow in your hand. “Quinn, throw the snowball at Luke,” you said after Paisley got bored at nervously poking at the snow. “Hey!” Luke shouted before he was hit with the snowball in his chest. A giggle broke out from Paisley.

Jack smiled widely, all he wanted was this moment. Paisley and you sitting in the snow, playing and watching him and his brothers mess around. After a while, Jack plopped himself next to you and Paisley. “Let’s make a snow angel with her,” you said. Ellen took lots of pictures before calling everyone inside.

Everyone had rosy cheeks from the cold and Paisley was being carried around, tucked under Jack’s hoodie he had cut specifically for moments like these, when she wanted to get extra warmth. “I don’t think she liked the snow too much,” you laughed as she happily stuck her pacifier into her mouth. “No, but that’s okay, maybe she will like skating in a year or two,” Jack smiled.

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dizzyjelly · 1 year

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Beautiful Girl

Read part 2 here!

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: you have to go to lunch with your terrible father and Abby comes to the rescue, bringing you back to her house afterwards where you guys kiss.

Cw: homophobia, bad relationship with father, daddy issues ig

You set your phone down, bringing a hand to rub down your face frustratingly as you'd just gotten off of a twenty minute call with your father. A man you weren't very fond of, he'd never been the best. When you were younger, he was always making you cry, and that hadn't changed even though you'd gotten older. Mostly, it just bothered you how He could talk to you the way he did, say the things he said.

You stood to make your way to your kitchen, already dreading lunch with your father later. It wouldn't be the worst, but it'd be the worst. Every time you had to sit down with him, the conversation always went south. It was anything but nice.

Then your phone buzzed, and you let out a guttural annoyed groan as you threw your head back in annoyance. What did he want now? But, much to your surprise, you'd actually gotten a text from someone else. Somebody whose name on your phone put a smile on your face. Abby, your best friend.

'Wanna go thrifting? There's this super cool spot that just opened downtown:))'

As desperately as you'd wanted to say yes, you already had plans, unfortunately. It took nearly every bone in your body to not fake sick and cancel with your dad. But you were better than that.

'Sorry I can't today :/ going to lunch with my dad.'

You responded.

'Oh, you alright?'

Abby would answer, knowing all too well about how terrible your father was.

'I'll be fine. Very unexcited but I'll get through yk'

You'd say, telling nothing but the truth.

'Ok, well just call me if u need anything'

She answered, you let out a light chuckle fondly. It was nice to know there was someone that would always be there for you. Abby never failed to remind you of that.

Eventually it was time for you to head out, which you did reluctantly. You'd worn this dress you bought the other day, and it had already become your favorite item in your wardrobe. You turned up the radio as loud as it could go on your way there, trying your best not to list every worst case scenario in your mind.

Once you arrived, you sat in your car for a good minute or two. Then you'd gotten out, entering the local diner to find your father already waiting for you. He smiled at you before it quickly turned to an uncomfortable grimace as he eyed you up and down. You bit back a scoff and just smiled back.

"Hi, Dad!" You did your best to feign excitement as you went to give him a hug.

"Hey darling, you look... fun." He chuckled awkwardly.

"Thanks I guess." Your voice was plain and unamused.

"No sorry I just- new dress?" He asked.

"Yeah! I got it the other day actually, you like it?" You asked with a smile, excited that he'd noticed.

"Mm, sure." Jesus he was a terrible liar.

"Come on dad, if you've got something to say just say it." You snapped slightly.

"I mean- it's a bit skimpy, no? Listen I just think if you dressed more modestly you'd do a lot better." He brought his hands up defensively as he spoke.

You let out a shock gasp, your brows furrowing. You really shouldn't have pushed. Because now you just felt insulted, and uncomfortable in your own skin. A waitress came and told you to sit anywhere you'd like, you followed your dad as he chose a booth.

Then, the kind lady came back with two menus and glasses of ice water and a smile. You took the menu and the water, gulping down a few sips as the lunch was already going terribly. Your eyes skimmed the menu, deciding on a basic and safe chicken fingers with fries. (Picky eaters rise 👊)

Your dad would order something complex, that you weren't even slightly interested in. He'd ask why you always ordered just chicken and fries, claiming it was boring. You'd respond with the fact that it's something you know you like.

You tried your hardest to avoid talking about yourself while you waited for your food, encouraging him to ramble on about his work and other projects he had in the works. Your efforts failed, because of course he'd find a way to direct things back to you.

"You know, Y/n, there's this guy I work with. He's very nice, fairly good looking. I think you two would get along well." He smiled smugly.

Now you let your eyes roll, a small groan coming from you.

"Dad, how many times do I have to tell you I'm not into guys?" You reminded him, and immediately he shifted in his seat with discomfort.

You'd come out as a teenager, your mother had been confused but was supporting nonetheless. Your father on the other hand, he was beyond angry. It wasn't the first time he'd tried to set you up with a guy, a trend that'd been going on since the day you told them you were gay. He insisted you had no idea what you were talking about.

"Look, I know you think you like girls but- honey I just think you're not like that. I-I know it in my heart." He brought his hand to his chest dramatically.

You let out a small huff through your nose.

"Ok well I know that I in fact do like girls. I don't really care whatever your heart is telling you, because mine only fancies women." You sighed once you finished your small rant.

"Are you kidding me right now?" He spoke aggressively.

He opened his mouth to say more, but was interrupted as your waitress came by with your food. You thanked her and your father just nodded, paying no attention to the plate in front of him as he turned his focus back to you. You swallowed nervously.

"Listen to me girl, I am tired of being embarrassed to tell people about my daughter. My gay daughter. Honestly, it's disappointing. Why can't you just suck it up and be normal? Is it really that hard? For your old man, please." He spoke sweetly towards the end, but the words before shot through your heart like a sharp dagger.

Tears welled in your eyes and you felt extremely hurt. Your chest felt heavy and there was a deep pit growing in your stomach. Your mouth fell open in shock, and you stood as you grabbed your bag furiously and stormed out of the diner.

It took you way longer than it should've to fish your phone from your purse, tears now streaming down your face relentlessly. Your breathing was shaky and erratic as the sound of your phone ringing filled your ear, you waited for Abby to pick up. She answered after about three rings.

"Hey, what's up?" She answered gleefully, but immediately began to worry as she heard how you were barely breathing on the other end of the line.

"Hey, hey what's going on? Talk to me." She spoke fast now, something she always did when she was worries.

"Ugh, it's my s-stupid fucking d-dad." You managed to choke out, harsh sobs interrupting your words, "can you c-come get me pl-please? I'm too w-worked up to drive right now." You hiccuped.

"Of course, can you please just breathe for me? You sound like you're gonna hyperventilate." She let out a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.

After a few failed attempts, you finally got your breathing regulated enough that you could form a sentence. You let out a long sigh of relief, sniffling as you put your phone on speaker to share your location with Abby. She was just getting into her car.

You sat on the phone in silence for a while, the light hum of her radio being the only sound. That and your small breath along with your sniffles. You brought your hand to wipe your tears, which were still pouring out as you couldn't get your fathers words out of your head.

They just played on repeat, disappointment, just be normal, embarrassed. It just hurt, you knew he wasn't fond of your sexuality but that was harsh. He'd never gotten that mean, but now that he had you had no interest in ever going to lunch with him ever again. Or any other meal for that matter. You'd be happy if you never even spoke to him again.

Abby arrived after a short ten minutes, rushing up to where you stood outside the diner. She pulled you into a hug, one of her hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly. The other one went to the back of your head to massage your hair. You melted in her embrace, your tears wetting her shoulder.

"It's ok. I've got you." She whispered, her tone soft.

"Abby," you let out a small whimper, "h-he was just so m-mean." You sniffled, burying your face into the crook of her neck as you searched for comfort from her.

"I know, I know. Don't even worry about that right now." She reassured you, tears forming in her own eyes at how upset he'd made you.

As if things couldn't get any worse, he happened to stumble upon the two of you. And of course he'd jump to conclusions, immediately starting to yell at you.

"Oh, and whose this? Your girlfriend, hm? I mean seriously, you're just gonna flaunt it in public like this?!" He held his hands on his hips.

"Oh my God, Dad, no! Just stop it, I don't care what you think!" You shouted back now, fed up, "just leave me alone, I-I hate you!" And that was the last thing you said before running to Abbys car and getting into the passenger seat.

She stopped him from following you, saying it'd be best if he just left it alone. She told him you'd come around in a day or two, but knew it wasn't really true. Then she made her way to the car, driving off in silence as she worried about you.

Your head turned away from her, and you chewed at your thumbnail as you stared out the window. The tears had stopped but you felt just as hurt, and you weren't entirely sure when you could get those stupid words out of your head. Soon, hopefully. Abby had taken you to her house, since it was closer.

She'd gotten out of the car with a defeated sigh, making her way to open your door for you. You'd muttered a small thank you then followed her inside, taking a seat beside her on the couch. You didn't really think before snuggling into her side, the main reason being that you needed comfort right now.

She was more than happy to give it you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders as her other hand came to hold one of yours. You sniffled slightly, feeling tears well in your eyes once again.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" She asked in a whisper, the feeling of your tears wetting her shirt making her feel nothing but sympathy.

"Not really. He's just such a piece of shit." You cleared your throat.

"Yeah, I know baby I know." She caressed your arm lovingly.

"You know what he said? He told me I was a disappointment" your sobs became more erratic as you repeated his words from earlier, "asked why I couldn't just suck it up and be normal." It honestly physically pained you to say it.

"Fuck," She groaned, "Well he's insane. Y/n you're perfect, there is nothing wrong with you, ok?" She took her hand from yours and brought it to your chin, forcing you to look up at her.

"Ok." You responded with a small nod, although you didn't really believe what she said was true.

It was impossible to keep your eyes locked with her own, instead they focused on her soft chapped lips. They looked unbelievably kissable, but you figured she was straight. You'd only ever know of her relationship with Owen, and she probably didn't even like girls.

Maybe you were dreaming, but you could've sworn she was doing the same. Looking at your lips while licking her own. The words 'she's straight.' playing on repeat in your head. However, they stopped as she leaned forward and brought her lips to your own.

It was better than anything you ever could've imagine. The way she sucked lightly at your bottom lip, keeping a tight grip on your chin. You sighed dreamily into the kiss, bringing your hands to her hair. After a moment you tugged lightly and she let out a breathy moan against your lips. This gave you perfect access to slip your tongue into her mouth.

She tasted fucking amazing. It was only a few minutes until you were full on straddling her, her hands on your hips as he tongue swirled around your own in a way that made you see stars.

Once you'd finally pulled away, you sat in her lap, the two of you catching your breath as your hands rested comfortably at the back of her neck. She smiled up at you, rubbing at your hips.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She spoke breathlessly.

"Really?" You chuckled, "You know I always thought you were straight." You joked.

"Please, with a beautiful girl like you walking around how could I not be into women?" She joked back.

You let out a flustered laugh, your cheeks turning red at the compliment. After a second or so, you let yourself lay on her chest, resting your head on it and smiling as she rubbed your back soothingly.

#abby x y/n #abby x you #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson

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Kiss and Make Up

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN have their first argument. Warning: swearing

YN’s POV: The Take Me Home tour was well underway, I felt so lucky to be able to join the boys on the tour being Louise’s assistant. I’d learnt so much already and it had only just begun. Tonight the boys are playing at LG Arena in Birmingham, they had just finished rehearsing ahead of the evening show so were now free to do as they pleased. In the boy's shared dressing room, Niall was sitting on the arm of the large sofa, that Liam was laying across, strumming random tunes on his guitar and Louis and Zayn were yet to appear. Harry’s arm was draped over my shoulder as we sat as one on the opposite sofa to the two boys. I was scrolling through my Instagram and Twitter as the boys chatted about the tour so far, how they were excited to play in their hometown and just overall how happy they are.

“So..Liam are your Mum and Dad comin’ tonight ‘en..because Birmingham is close to them isn’t it?” Niall asked as he continued to strum his guitar. “Uh yeah they are actually..I dunno if my sisters are though” Liam explained from his position on the sofa “Do I need to warn them about your thing for the boy's sisters Harry?” Liam teased.

I felt Harry chuckle next to me, and the next thing said made my chest tight and my stomach twist “Yeah..once I get bored with YN, I’ll charm yours and win them over”. The three boys laughed but Harry’s arm around you suddenly felt heavy on your shoulder. Was that all I was to him, someone to use until he found better? I couldn’t stay in this room any longer, I needed to get out. I could take a joke, heck I loved the jokes and pranks the boys would pull but this wasn’t funny. I got up without saying a word and stomped towards the door “Where you going?” Harry asked, completely oblivious to what his words had done. I ignored him, not wanting to talk right now and continued to walk out the door and down the corridor heading towards the bathroom at the end of it. The tears were going to spill any second, I felt them in the corners of my eyes making my vision blurry.

“Aww there she is..you alright Tiny?” my brother’s voice startled me. The minute Louis saw the tears streaming down my face, he panicked and pulled me into his chest “What’s wrong? What’s ‘appened?”. “H-h-harry..” I sobbed into his chest, I didn’t get the chance to finish explaining what had happened because Louis left me to go and headed towards the dressing room. I was going to tell him not to but there was no point, once Louis had something in his head he was going to do it regardless. I just carried on heading towards the bathroom to avoid what was about to happen.

Harry’s POV:

YN had just walked out of the dressing room door without answering me when I asked where she was going. “What’s wrong with her?” Liam asked no one in particular. “You know what girls can be like…fine one minute and in a mood the next..hormones or some shit” Niall spoke “Are you gonna go after her?”

“No, she’ll be fine..probably gone to phone her Mum or something” I said “I know she’s been missing her a lot since the tour started” The door flies open and almost hits the wall behind it, and Louis appears. “What the fook ‘ave you done to my sister?” Louis raised his voice at me. At this, the two boys looked at me and matched the same confused look that I had. “Mate..nothi-“ Liam began. “I’m not askin’ you Payno..I’m talkin’ to Harry” “Lou..I-I..I don’t know what you're talking about..she just walked out without saying anything” “Well why the hell was she just sobbing in my arms and all I got out of her was your name?” Louis spoke “Do me a favour..go and find her and sort it out..will ya? ‘cause if you don’t I’m gonna punch you this time” Niall and Liam adverting their eyes back and forth at the seen in front of them.

I got up from the sofa without saying another word and headed towards the door. I didn’t understand what had happened, and how things can change so quickly. One minute we were cuddling on the sofa and now she’s crying because of me. It almost felt impossible to find her in this building, I’d looked in every room almost and no sign of her anywhere. I’d asked Louise if she had seen her and all I got was ‘thought she was with you’, I’d asked the 5SOS boys, who were our opening act, but still no luck. The crew members who were sitting having some lunch in the kitchen hadn’t seen her either. I almost gave up looking until I passed Paul in the corridor, and he told me he saw her going into the small room at the bottom near the toilets. As I approached the room, I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. As I walked in and let the door close behind me, I noticed she was sitting on the red sofa with her knees tucked up in her chest and wiping her eyes with the sleeves of her jumper. The scene broke my heart. My legs took me over to her “Baby..what..why are you crying?”. “Just leave me alone” she mumbled. “No..no..I’m not going anywhere until we talk about this”, I went to wipe a tear that was rolling down her cheek but she swatted my hand away. “YN..Baby please” “Just fook off…you’d rather be with someone else anyway” she spat out. “What are you talking about?” “Once I get bored with YN, I’ll charm yours and win them over..I think that’s what you said” she repeated my words from earlier. “Aww c’mon…that was a joke and you know it” I defended my words. “No..jokes are funny…that was just arrogant” “You’re just being sensitive now” I snapped at her. “YOU JUST DON’T GET IT” she shouted “Nobody ever gets it” she whispered the last part. “THEN FUCKING TELL ME YN…'CAUSE I DON”T COME WITH A CRYSTAL BALL TO KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING..FOR FUCKS SAKE” after raising my voice, I regretted it instantly “I’m sorry..I didn’t mean to shout” She was silent for a few moments until I heard her voice “Do you know how many comments I read every day telling me I’m ugly and fat..o-or how you could do so much better than me…thousands…and when you said that you would move onto someone else once you get bored of me..It made me think maybe they’re right..why would Harry Styles want to be with me, when he could have anyone he wanted” “I don’t want anyone other than you” I spoke “and if I can’t have you then..I don’t see the point” I spoke gently. She sniffed and wiped a stray tear that rolled down her cheek and hit her lip “It really hurt me what you said” “I know..and I’m really sorry baby” I held my arms open for her, and she slowly moved so her head lay on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and moved my fingers up and down her arm in a calming motion. After a few moments, I decided to speak “Baby?”, she lifted her head to look up at me “You’re beautiful…please don’t listen to those comments…they’re just people who don’t have anything better to do than tear people apart”, I dipped my head to meet her lips and moved mine with hers softly. I brought my hand up to the side of her face as the kiss deepened and became a little sloppier. As I was about to move for her to fall on top of me, the door abruptly opened. “Ahh fook...me eyes” Louis's dramatic voice startled us “Right..well I’m glad you’ve made up…but maybe keep the kissing part until later yeah…right well..umm…I’ll leave you to it” and walked back out, closing the door behind him. As I looked back at YN we burst into laughter at what just happened. “I love you” I confessed, leaving a peck on her lips “I love you” she mumbled against my lips.

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soapyghostie · 10 months

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Heyy I love these Sawyer brothers posts👍 can you do a Sawyer brothers and a ventriloquist S/O? Alive Nubbins?🙏

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you like my Sawyer posts. A lot of people tend to love TCM so that’s mostly the asks I get. Moreover, hope you enjoy!

Drayton Sawyer

You have talent hmmmm? That’s nice… Now get back to work! Drayton doesn’t have time for you to do all this voodoo hoodoo: there are chores to be done and food to be caught. Including you. Time for you to put down that doll and come help with chores. You know that every Sawyer has to do their part right?

Whenever you do have free time, you love to practice with your doll. Of course, that’s probably around the end of the day and even then Drayton is still working. He has to cook for the family; he can’t just let you and his brothers starve. However, he secretly loves when you are in the kitchen with him, practicing your ventriloquism. It’s not lonely or boring for him anymore: he can cook and listen to your mini puppet show.

He’ll every once and awhile ask your puppet a question or respond to one of your jokes just for the fun of it. Drayton never really has time for anything fun so he’ll make the most of what he’s got. He finds your jokes amusing, but never laughs at them. He’s not much of a laugher.

Drayton isn’t the one for giving compliments for your information. If you’re looking to receive compliments, you’ve got the wrong audience. Well, since you are his S/O, maybe he’ll give you a compliment or two. It’s not over the top, but it’s better than nothing. Drayton will never tell you this, but he thinks you're super talented and is hoping you keep at it. He thinks, if you showed your talent off to the world, you’d make big bucks.

Nubbins Sawyer

OMG! You can make that puppet talk?! Surely he can do it too! Takes an animal carcass; takes out all the insides; takes his hand and stuffs it inside the animal carcass, making the animal’s mouth move. Gross…

Besides Nubbins trying to mimic you with his dead animal puppet, he wants you to put on a mini show for him all the time. He loves all your jokes, singing, and anything else you make the puppet do. He thinks you’re magic and, secretly, is trying to find out your tricks for bringing the puppet to life. Spoiler alert! The doll isn’t alive at all Nubbins: you're just really talented.

Nubbins loves participating; he’ll clap, sing, and joke along with you and your puppet. His favorite are the dad jokes; most of the time, he’s telling you those jokes because he’s a pro. He’ll hand it to you that you have some pretty good ones that have made him laugh, but, sorry to say, no one can beat Nubbins in a dad joke contest. Choptop is probably the only one who could rival Nubbins and actually beat him.

He’ll beg you non-stop to teach him ventriloquism. You eventually just give in and teach him. If you were a teacher, Nubbins is not a student you’d want in your classroom: he gets distracted easily and he likes to do his own thing. That is literally what he does with you when you try to teach him ventriloquism: gets distracted with his photographs, doesn’t follow your instructions, and gets frustrated when he doesn’t understand it right away. Yeah, let’s just say he never ended up learning it.

Bubba Sawyer

You are so talented! Wait… your puppet is sooooooo cute!!! Bubba wants to dress your puppet up. Do you have any clothes for your puppet? No? Don’t worry! Bubba is a phenomenal sower and outfit maker. He’ll make your puppet the most perfect outfit. OMG… maybe he can make you, your puppet, and him matching outfits!!! He’s so excited, he’s screaming.

Bubba loves your mini shows. After a long day of work, it’s nice to relax and have fun. Bubba really enjoys when you make your puppet sing: he loves music and your voice is so soothing to him. You’re so focused on your mini puppet show that you don’t even realize Bubba fell asleep.

Bubba will babble compliment after compliment; he needs you to know how perfect and talented you are. After every performance, he’ll jump up off the couch and clap for like five minutes. Then he’ll come running over to you, giving you the biggest hug with so many kisses. He never wants you to think he doesn’t appreciate you and your talent so he’ll shower you in affection to make sure you get the memo.

Bubba likes to take care of your doll. He’ll polish it, dust it, brush its hair, change its clothes: anything to keep it nice and clean. He has your puppet show ready for every time you use it, even if it’s just him watching. You appreciate it a ton. It’s the least he can do for everything you do for him.

#slashers #horror #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dead by deadlight #slasher #dbd killer #drayton sawyer x reader #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #sophi ghostie writes

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andromedagarcia · 8 months

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‘Your mum came by. We had a very nice talk! She left a note for you.’

Surprise that left her blinking a couple of times in awe, unable to find the words. Her mum did… what? Andrómeda knew she was the only one out of the three siblings that lived in New Atlantis, and that her parents missed Hérc and Cass to death, but this was too much. With a strained smile and burning cheeks –she was only able to blush when it came to María and Fernando García–, she grabbed the slate her colleague was handing her and put it in one of the many pockets of her cargo trousers.

‘Thank you, I’ll… listen to it later. I have work to do.’

If the work consisted of boring patrols in the Well and it was an excuse for her to not immediately listen to whatever her mother had to say, nobody had to know.

This was Andro’s least favorite part of the city; the subterranean one.

A place filled with noise and people, most of them living in quite poor conditions. Like Cydonia, but on a different planet. Like Cydonia, if around thirty-five percent of the population was rich and able to live on the surface, while the rest of society didn’t even get to enjoy the rays of sun on their skin.

So, worse than Mars, even, and that was saying something.

Most people in the Well acted as if the Security Officers from the United Colonies didn’t exist. And that was alright with her, honestly, because she sort of also pretended to not be aware of… them. When she was in her nice, fancy apartment in the Mercury Tower, enjoying a cup of Terra Brew coffee. When she spent an amount of money that was, definitely, much more than those people earned in an entire month in a dress. When she went to expensive restaurants with her friends once her shift ended.

It was… uncomfortable, to say the very least. She had tried to get her supervisor to give her anything, any other assignment, but…

‘You recently got injured. The doctor said your rib dislocated and punctured your lung. You are healing nicely but you can’t be on the field yet, Andrómeda.’

And there she was. In the Well. In the year 2330. Stuck in a small planet while there were over 120 systems, 1,700 planets and moons in total.

But some people had it worse.

Like the Martians.

Her dark eyes traveled around Jake’s Bar, in which people were drowning their sorrows in beer, whiskey, or other liquors. There were also a lot of wannabe pilots, weapon specialists and shields engineers, hoping that some captain would give them a place in their crew. She would have to ask Cass, if she required any assistance…

There were also two men, drawing attention to themselves because they were laughing. Laughing out loud, in fact. A sound that wasn’t that popular underground. Most people avoided them, as if they were spreading radiation with that simple gesture, as if they had a deadly illness like the plague had once been on Earth. Her father, a history professor, had taught Andrómeda that much.

No doubt, something had happened to them. Something joyful, exciting. The taller one, a long-haired monster that was certainly over two meters and with muscles like those of a bull, had an arm around the shoulders of the shorter one, also muscular, but leaner. He was saying something, with a deep voice that reverberated in the entirety of the bar, but that Andrómeda still couldn’t hear because of the volume at which Jake kept the music.

His green eyes encountered hers. And they seemed to watch her intently, although the young woman was quite sure he couldn’t quite see her face with the helmet she was sporting, especially not from a certain distance.

Was she supposed to say something? No. She was here to check for criminal activity, for people in danger. She couldn’t simply approach two middle-aged men because they were laughing.

Maybe one of them had just become a dad, or something.

No, he wouldn't be so happy, then. Not if he lived in the Well.

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‘You are going back on the field.’

John Tuala –John for friends, family members and absolutely anyone after a couple of drinks–, leader of the Vanguard in New Atlantis, had called Andrómeda to his office. And there she was, sitting down in a chair, with a straight back and hands over her knees, trying to be the image of good behavior. Something that had made John laugh, but he hadn’t commented on it; there were more important subjects at hand.

‘Really?’ Andrómeda was wary. She didn’t want to get her hopes up and then… it hadn’t been the first time they had considered putting her back out there. But it had never been John to tell her. Usually a nurse, or a doctor, or some low-ranking member that should be answering to her, instead of the other way around…

‘Really. Two reasons: you’re accompanying Diplomat Airi Takahashi in Neon. Be ready to leave in a few days. She will give you the details of her mission, if she so desires, when you get there. Once you land the planet, you will act as her bodyguard. No, better yet, her shadow. Attempts on her life have been made, as you very well know.’

Andrómeda pursed her lips.

Of course she knew.

She had been the one to stop quite a few of them.

And still, she was excited. She liked Airi, a lot. They had quickly become friends, even if what had brought them together was Andrómeda’s work and Airi’s need for protection. But they were like-minded spirits, twin souls, people who were born of the same stardust. She couldn’t wait to see the Diplomat again.

She nodded firmly, for John to continue. If there were any questions about the assignment, she could ask them after he was done. He had, after all, said there were two reasons…

‘We are looking for a man. Goes by Vessel.’ Andrómeda raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. ‘An ex-member of the Crimson Fleet.’

That did it. ‘How do you exactly leave the Crimson Fleet?’ The Martian blurted out.

They hadn’t really become a problem until recently. A few years back, when Andrómeda was a kid, they were nothing but a loose confederation of individual parent captains; now, however, they were more or less an organized entity, that had expanded way beyond Kryx (what used to be their main base), all the way to Sagan, Cheyenne, Lunara and Narion.

‘Apparently, by hiding in between the cargo of a merchant’s ship and making your way to the next port.’

She was impressed (not so much with the tactic itself, but by the fact that a plan as simple as that had worked – and that still nobody, not even the faction he had once belonged to, had managed to find him) but she tried not to show. John, however, saw right through her, laughing as he said his next words:

‘That’s why we need you. You’re one of the best – if someone can bring this man to justice, it’s you.’ He rounded the table, to come closer to her and be able to look her straight in the eye. He did that when he wanted her to really see him, usually when he was asking her to take on a very demanding mission. Andrómeda had been slightly near-sighted when she had first joined the Vanguard; not anymore. She had had eye surgery years ago, but some things never changed. ‘The Crimson Fleet is also looking for him. You have the right to kill those who stand in your way.’

‘I will bring him to justice.’ Andrómeda declared. It was not the first time she had been sent in one of these missions. She had a reputation, and before she had gotten injured, her name was one of the favorites to become John’s second-in-command. She wanted those rumors, those whispers, to start again.

‘I expected no less from you.’ A proud smile, almost like that of a dad, even if John wasn’t much older than her. ‘Of course, if you ever need help…’

‘Can’t trust the Neon City Guard. Maybe the Rangers, but not likely. Safest bet is to try and contact any UC ships that are in orbit.’

‘Exactly. And now,’ John clapped, stretching his neck and back, rotating his shoulders. ‘Enough about work. Want to go get a Terrabrew and catch up?’

#monthlyAU001

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pbandjesse · 3 months

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Happy Valentine's day! Today was a pretty good day overall. I am very much looking forward to sleep. But I had a good day and I feel pretty happy.

I actually went to work today. Which was only mildly difficult. I slept alright last night. My cough was still bad but not as constant. It could come back with force later in the day but for the majority of today I was mostly okay.

I got washed and dressed and tried my best to feel normal. James had packed me a nice little breakfast and some soup for lunch. They leave out the back door and I leave out the front so we said goodbye and headed to work.

I had a nice drive in. I was surprised that there was snow on the ground at camp. But later Heather would show me pictures of her yard and it literally looked like a blizzard it was crazy. It was cold out though and I was happy to be in the office.

I had to print my valentine for James. And I would spend some time working on stuff for workshops. Print outs and such. The day was dragging though and everything I had planned to do I was basically done by 930. Ugh.

Today wasn't all boring though. Eventually I was able to get Alexi and Heather to give me some work. Mostly by volunteering to do things that they were giving me parts of. Like they would ask me to do a part of something and I was like. What if I did more of it? And that filled a lot of time for me which made me feel better.

I did have some bored moments though. So I spent a lot of time on Etsy looking at charms. I am just window shopping. I really don't want to buy anything. But it's still fun to see what's out there in the world.

I would go for a few walks up to the art building. I needed to get my felt I had stored up there and I wanted to borrow the scissors as well. I would get really really cold walking up there and my hands hurt! I was very surprised. But when I got back to the office I warned ho with my soup and watched a video and things were fine.

The afternoon I had some stuff to work on for the CIT program. And some other scheduling stuff. This felt really productive and good. I also attempted to learn origami but I continue to be terrible at it.

Celia came in to feed the animals and it was really nice to see her. She's coming over to make arrangements on Friday. But for now she told me about a possible job she was offered and I really hope she takes it. It's with the parks service and even if it's a 10 month contract it would be so good on her resume.

Alexi brought a pelt from her dad's closet that was going to get thrown out and gave it to me to possibly use for materials. I might see if James wants it as a rug in their room first because it doesn't have much wrong with it. But it's a very cool piece of leather regardless.

I would get lots of compliments on my overalls today. Alexi's mom came in even and thought they were amazing. Made me feel really good. I love these overalls, and only wearing them this time of the year keeps them special.

For the last half hour of the day I mostly just played on my phone. But as soon as I couldn't do that anymore I said goodbye to everyone. And headed to the grocery store.

I wanted to get James a plant for Valentine's Day. I ended up getting two. It was funny seeing all the country guys, of all ages, buying roses and cards. And then me in line with them. Just felt silly. Cute.

I walked in the door moments before James did. I was excited to give them the flowers but we decided to wait for our little dinner to actually exchange things.

James would take the car and went to pick up our half baked pizza. Matthews does a half cooked pie that you finish at home. Which is such a good idea. While James was gone getting that I set up our TV tables with a table cloth and the flowers I got. James also got me flowers and a cube shaped balloon!! We also had candles. I tried to make it all really nice.

James got back and put the pizza in the oven. I also got to try the bread they made than morning and it is such an excellent loaf. Turns out it may have been our oven not being the right temperature the whole time because this was a very good loaf of bread.

I did some moving around of things in the studio while we waited for dinner. And then it was time to eat!

Our pizza was really good. And we talked about our days and then after food we exchanged cards. We had a huge laugh when James almost drew me the same card I drew them and we almost got each other a very similar thing. I had also pointed out earlier that they had very pretty earrings on, and it turns out they had bought them for themselves to get a ring for me (the sale price was based on an order minimum). And the ring they got me is beautiful. I love it so much. It has such a nice weight to it, the engraving goes all the way around the band. It's perfect. They also got me a different cherub hair clip. So now I have two of those! I got James a baby lobster that will be released from a hatchery in the UK, and a penguin (it's a bracelet where you can track a rela penguin). We also wrote each other cards and it was just really special. I love my husband so much.

James also worked really hard to make me chocolate covered pretzels. Which was so kind. And obviously a lot of work! I will have those tomorrow at work. I'm very excited about them.

I started coughing again really badly after dinner. I thought maybe taking a bath would help. James would end up sitting in the bathroom with me while I tried to take a marginally comfortable bath with kettle water. I was hacking and gagging a ton but James kept telling me how beautiful I was still. They are very kind. I am very uncomfortable.

Honestly since then my throat has felt very swollen again. But I'm trying to be gentle with it. We have been watching funny videos since then and just being together and with sweetp and it's been so nice. I feel so much love. I feel so lucky.

I hope we can sleep easy tonight. I hope you are all safe and happy. I love you all. Goodnight!

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Ok now I’m interested in boring guy. Funny little man. Shaking him in a shoe box with holes in its lid so he can breath. I noticed that some of his tagged posts shares a tag w business casual though 👀 bureaucracy as camp?? Elaborate for the peasants please

this is so exciting, okay:

Yes!! He’s definitely an office worker of some sort so he winds up in my business casual tag too sometimes. I think whatever he does, he doesn’t get paid, he just showed up one day and started working.

Bureaucracy as camp! So “camp is an aesthetic style and sensibility that regards something as appealing because of its bad taste and ironic value” (Wikipedia) is what I think of when I say "bureaucracy is camp to me."

Little business men and women dress up in their special Professional outfits and gather in groups to do special Professional things like discuss quarterly reports and client dossiers and market research findings. And they jump through hoops to impress people who’ve never had to do the work they’re doing. And they’re sending emails and memos and attending working lunches and “putting it on the company card.” And they’re all treating it sooooo seriously even though all of that shit sounds completely fake and/or pointless.

It’s that tweet that’s like “‘Business school’ sounds so made up. It’s what a kindergartner would say if you asked them where dads go all day.”

I think that American corporate professionalism and business culture is appealing because it’s lame and beyond ironic.

If you've ever seen any posts on here about resumes or office culture or adult etiquette, you'll probably know that of course officespeak and bureaucratic norms have their place in the world for a reason. They function as a common ground/language that people of different backgrounds can use to get work done cohesively (in addition to functioning as a tool of elitism/racism in a lot of ways). Theoretically though: You dress in suits to show respect for clients, coworkers, and your job. You say things like "circle back" to politely give people time to get their shit together. You participate in certain company activities to be a good sport and to build good will with your teams. And these things are valuable for the purposes they serve!

I'm obsessed with the idea of a guy who naturally and perfectly shapes himself to fit these language tools/norms and does so wholeheartedly because he thinks they're what's real. Rather than seeing norms as signifiers, he places the value on them at face value. He's not dressing in a suit to show respect or to fit in or out of a personal sense of fashion/enjoyment—he's doing it to wear a suit. And it isn't begrudging or thoughtless or anything but straightforward.

And I feel like tech bros and American corporate culture in the wake of what I generally know about 80s economic shifts have adopted this sort of serious idea that the business world is the real world. The Kendall Roy archetype. Patrick Bateman and that guy on the bus someone tweeted about who said he'd never seen American Psycho because he's too busy trading. Those types of guys.

So boring guy is like those guys but less emotionally fraught. He's not doing it for a power trip or a sense of superiority or to feed into his daddy issues (of which he has none). He's doing it just to do it.

And that's extra camp to me. The idea that the business world and anything it produces is real or more valuable than most other things—believing that—is camp to me by the Wikipedia definition. And I absolutely love projecting that onto the most bland guy imaginable.

He's no thoughts, head empty. It doesn't occur to him to have hobbies. You'd have to Sever him to give him anything close to a personality beyond "business" and even then his innie persona would just be like "hmm, I wonder if my outside personality is being as efficient as possible. Probably, since he decided to make me." and "Rewards for productivity? No thanks. I'm just here to work. I try not to keep track of metrics like that."

I also like the Merriam-Webster definition:

1. a. : something so outrageously artificial, affected, inappropriate, or out-of-date as to be considered amusing

#boring guy core #there’s overlap with characters like Colin Robinson and the very real caricatures of business people we see on Succession #any office worker from popular media I've probably osmosed a little bit. 90s stuff especially but like. with less misogyny.#but he’s his own guy. to me.#my precious little snooze fest. he's fun to write about but reading this back i'm like lol. he's living up to his name.

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You are a supervillain who’s in reality much, much more powerful than any of the heroes. Your “Villainous schemes” they stop are, in reality, just small, unimportant parts of a bigger picture that is beyond their comprehension. Today they found out, and it is finally time for you to drop the mask.

“I hate to say it beautiful, but this is the end of our little game.” Mary smirked, taking off her black pillbox hat. She had never been one for masks, enjoying the comfort of wearing an elegant hat instead. After all, a mask was only for the amateurs and she was far out of their league. She tuned to the confused heroes, giving the group a bow. The bow was mainly directed at her enemy Sunshine. The yellow-suited hero just as confused as everyone else in the group.

“Why did you call us here? What scheme are you planning?” Sunshine hissed, her blonde ponytail swaying with the charging of her energy. Already a golden hue was surrounding her palms, making Mary a little excited.

“Oh, come now my sweet Sunshine, no need for hostilities. I haven’t even done anything yet. While I would love to tango with you, I fear that’s beneath me now. Can one of you pour me a glass of wine?” Mary held out her white gloved hand. The villain waiting for someone to pour her a glass of the expensive champagne that rested on her office desk. She could only imagine what the other villains were thinking right now. All of them having heard that, the always scheming Mary had called the heroes on herself. They probably thought she was trying to earn their favor or spread some dirt on another villain. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The heroes all stared at one another. A few cracking a smile at the thought of pouring her a glass of wine. The nerve of this villain. Not only was she wasting their time, she also expected them to perform a degrading task like that? Sunshine went to speak, only for a hero to step forward. Rawfight moving to Mary’s decorated desk, taking the crystal glass and pouring the wine into it. When the wine was almost bubbling out of the glass, he offered it to her.

“Thank you, Herald. Oh, or should I call you that little stupid hero name I gave you? Rawmutt, was it? Rawlight? Oh, Rawfight. Heh, I honestly expected you to get caught. I can’t tell if that says a lot about your ability to blend in or the stupidity of the heroes.” She cackled before sipping from the glass.

“Rawfight. Why would you betray us?” Sunshine went to step forward, only for Jumping Puck to grab her arm, not wanting her to walk into a trap. Before Rawfight could reply, Mary answered for him.

“It’s not a betrayal if he was never on your side. He was always my minion. I loaned him to you so I could keep an eye on your movements. It’s pretty basic villain stuff. As I said, I didn’t expect him to last this long. Good job, Rawfight, you served me well.” She said, pushing a spare empty glass towards her minion, offering him a drink. Rawfight didn’t look at the group of heroes as he poured his drink, celebrating his victory in silence.

“So, you hid a rat in our group? Big deal, is that all? Don’t tell me you brought us here for that purpose alone.” Jumping Puck crossed his arms, trying to figure out what the big plan was. None of this made sense. She gloating like this was a victory, yet she hadn’t won anything.

“Is that all? I’m glad you asked you dad bod wielding menace.” Mary laughed again, sitting on the edge of her desk. “If that were all, I would be a rather boring lady, wouldn’t I? No, I’m here to reveal my declaration of war and my declaration of victory. Oh, where are my manners? Would anyone like a drink? It’s good stuff. Stole it a few weeks back.” She glanced around at all the stern faces, shrugging. “No?”

“No.” Rainfall huffed. The rain themed hero dressed in a slippery blue suit, hiding her body behind its layers. The blue hair that spilled out from the back of her raindrop shaped mask being the only visible part of her.

“So, my gloomy little friend can speak? To think this is the first time we have spoken to each other. How about a handshake?” Mary offered her hand, only to swiftly pull it back when Rainfall tried to push a sharp icicle through it. “Ooh, how cold.”

“Cut the crap. What war?” Puck bounced on the spot, ready to pounce as soon as she revealed her plan.

“How can you have already won? Unless. Those little schemes of yours…” Sunshine’s light dimmed as she made sense of the situation. Mary had played them all, making them run around and stop her petty crimes while she focused on the bigger picture.

“You were always the smart one, beautiful. Which is why you were my favorite. Don’t worry, I’ll happily let you all work for me. I’m nice enough to not hold any grudges over our past relationships. Yes, my little schemes were distractions for my ultimate plan.”

Jumping Puck bounced forward, his mohawk shifting as he flew towards them. The mohawk sticking out of a hole in the mask he wore. Something that Mary thought looked stupid. Despite the speed of his movements, Mary easily dodged him. The villain grabbing his wrist before throwing him through the table. Knocking him out cold.

“Nooo, the champagne.” She shrieked, watching it splash into a mess on the carpet. She shook her head at the loss before turning to the other two. “Before we fight, does anyone have the time?”

The two heroes refused to play into her hand, readying themselves for a battle. Rawfight lifted his sleeve, looking at the time before smiling. “It’s 5:00pm exactly.”

Mary said nothing as she observed the looks of horror on the faces of the heroes. Their phones buzzing with urgent distress calls. Rainfall pulled out her phone, the screen red with emergency alerts.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” She screamed. Rainfall pointed her hand forward, feigning an attack. With her hand outstretched, she sent a burst of water through the fire sprinklers, drenching Mary. As soon as the water reached them, it froze, keeping both her and Rawfight frozen in place.

“That’s a new move. I didn’t know you could do that.” Mary appeared more amazed than annoyed. Not too bothered by her new frozen spot. “To answer your question, I’ve been busy. It took a lot of time to find the addresses of all those politicians. Not to mention organizing a kidnapping and takeover of this scale. That stolen money I got paid off in the end.”

“Even if you have them held hostage, no one’s going to follow you. We will find a way to stop you from taking over.” Sunshine remarked in that infuriatingly heroic way that Mary admired. When Mary noticed Rawfight shiver, she broke the pair out of the ice, able to shatter it with her strength alone.

“It will be hard to sway people at first. I expect a few rebellions and heroic uprisings, but money is king. If I can improve the average person’s life, why would they rebel? To restore the status quo? Please, the average persons is like a toddler. They cry and throw their toys around before being pacified by whatever shiny object I dangle before them. This will be good for all of us.”

“Because no one wants to be ruled by a villain. People deserve to be free and live in peace.” Sunshine gritted her teeth, unsure whether to keep her attention on Mary or respond to the emergency calls.

“Peace has always been at the cost of another’s blood. Look at the most peaceful times in human history. I guarantee you a lot of blood was spilt for that peace. Someone must lose, so others win. So, I think causing the biggest and richest people to lose is a rather fair turn of events.” Mary said, stepping forward. The villain watching the two heroes , prepared for any attacks they threw her way.

“So, you think you’re a savior or something?” Rainfall asked.

“No, peace is simply something that will come from my domination. I care little about peace. I only want to rule over everyone. it’s pure coincidence that peace is needed for the longevity of my leadership. Don’t worry, I will be a fair leader, as long as people bend their knee to me.”

“This is too far. You know I’m going to stop you, don’t you?” Sunshine said, her glow burning bright again, pointing her finger at Mary, preparing for an attack.

“I believe you think you can stop me. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to. The only way of stopping me would be by killing me. I’m afraid you don’t have the guts to do that, Sunshine. Rainfall might. Although, by the time she figures out how to kill me, I fear it will be far too late. Now, run along. Fighting me is pointless when so many hostages are in danger. Don’t worry, when they surrender to me, they will be spared from any harm. I will keep a close eye on them, though.” Mary had thousands trapped beneath her finger. Politicians, military commanders and anyone that might cause a disturbance to her plans. The world would have no one except her to turn to in these dark times. She would be the victor of this war.

Sunshine peeked at her phone. “Fudge.” She cursed. “Come on, Rainfall, we need to save them. Even if we take her down, that won’t save the hostages.”

“Fudge? That’s adorable. You’re right. Even if by some miracle you stopped me. The plan would still go ahead. Now, run along.”

Rainfall pulled the water droplets from the carpet, picking up the shattered glass from the champagne bottle with it. She then sent the glass flinging towards Mary, getting propelled by the water. Mary ducked the glassy wave, grinning. It was clear to Mary that Rainfall had given her a warning shot. Wanting to prove she could kill, even if she had no intention of hitting that attack.

“You keep impressing me, Rainfall. Sunshine better watch out or I might have a new favorite.” Mary kicked Jumping Puck towards the two, letting them carry their knocked-out partner with them. When Sunshine picked Puck up, the group left, being followed out by some mocking singing from Mary.

“You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine….” She taunted as they left. When the heroes were gone, she turned to Rawfight. “I’ve already won. It’s cute they are trying to stop me, though. I wonder how long it will take them to realize I enacted my plan thirty minutes ago. To think delaying emergency broadcasts would give me such an advantage. Guess it hardly matters when they find out. By the time they do, I’ll already be ruling.”

#writing #short stories #writing prompt #novel #story #writer #heroes #villains #supervillains

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0-sen Hayato - Volume 2

This manga is incredibly boring for me to read...but it’s only 4 volumes and it’s Japanese practice so whatevs. It’s vaguely interesting from a historical perspective, but every chapter feels pretty much identical. Also, it’s blatant war propaganda which is gross. Oh well, product of its time~

Chapter 12 & 13

-Two very action heavy chapters. I'm honestly pretty bored by action (more of a story person) so I was struggling to not fall asleep. Basically the gang get ambushed by guerilla fighters and the American's sinister fake medical boat scheme is revealed. Hayato and Ishiki get their revenge.

-We get the first bit of graphic violence in chapter 13 with one American getting his fingers and toes shot off. Still pretty tame (not a lot of blood), but freaks me out just the same. I think stuff with small body parts affects me the most (eyes, ears, fingers, toes, etc. )

Chapter 14

-Hayato and his friends impress everyone by shooting down 5 American planes with their triangular formation. Rival guy is butt hurt. Everyone gets sent on a secret mission and Hayato's daddy is involved. Hayato is excited to see his dad but his dad treats him like just another soldier. The reader knows that deep down inside, his daddy loves him.

-Again, the life and death dogfights are treated like a friendly game of tag lol

Chapter 15

-Hayato and Ishiki don't follow their leader's rules and get stuck in the middle of nowhere without any fuel. Hayato's daddy pretends he doesn't care because "going rogue during a war is unforgivable," but then he reveals his true feelings and cries. Tachibana flies off to help Ishiki and Hayato back to the aircraft carrier.

-Even though I don't really care about war stuff, I can appreciate that this manga is very lovingly drawn. The airplane scenes look very impressive and the characters are very distinct from one another. It's definitely a manga where it doesn't matter that I don't understand what they're saying half the time because the plot is mostly just "pew pew pew Japan banzai!"

Chapter 16

-Some dude dies and they throw him in the ocean (RIP). Hayato blames himself because he disobeyed the rules which led to that guy dying. He gets over this really quickly lol.

-The gang are ordered to go on a mission but they're worried because they have no idea how much firepower the enemy has. They secretly plan to send some men to scope things out using a plane that is forbidden to use.

Chapter 17

-The gang gets shot down by the Americans and fly off in the forbidden plane that contains the soul of some dead guy. I struggle to follow along because all of the planes look the same to me lol.

Chapters 18-19

-The gang sneaks aboard an American ship, eat their food, and dress up like them. Somehow they fool the Americans into thinking that they’re allies despite being a completely different race. Seems legit.

Chapter 20

-This chapter was nice and easy to understand, mostly because it relied on a lot of cliched dialogue. The boys get captured by the Americans and smacked around a bit. Hayato can randomly speak English, I guess (they didn’t stylize the speech bubble or anything, so that part was confusing). In the end they end up blowing up the American’s ship and flying off to freedom. Huzzah! (RIP American soldiers).

Chapter 21

-I swear, the scans just keep getting harder and harder to read. Sometimes the kanji is just a smudgy black blob. I don’t think even a native could read some of the speech bubbles.

-In this chapter Hayato passes out due to an injury yet somehow still manages to land his plane. Ishiki says something about adrenaline or sleep walking. After that the boys fight over who gets to take down “King Satan” (an American plane, I guess?)

Chapter 22

-Hayato continues to be a terrible role model “I know I’ll probably die if I fight in this condition but TOO BAD!”

-The characters have a pretty chill reaction to Ishiki getting blinded and then “dying.” I would expect more grief for a main character, but I guess that’s how you know it’s a fake out.

#0 Sen Hayato #manga #０戦はやと

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survey--s · 2 years

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317.

What was the last game you played?: On my phone, Klondike.

Is there anything going to get released soon that you're looking forward to?: Nah, I don’t really pay attention to things like that anymore. I don’t have any interest in going to the cinema or whatever nowadays, it’s just expensive.

Do you have a fan in the room you're in?: No.

How many candles do you own?: I own loads of those plain tealights and then I just use them in my wax burner. I probably have about 50+ different scents overall.

What's something you wish you liked but you don't? : Socialising.

Do you use a baby voice when talking to animals?: Sometimes yeah, depending on the animals involved.

Would you say your parents put too much pressure on you?: Yeah, especially my dad when I was younger. He was huge on academic achievement but didn’t really appreciate that not everyone wanted to go down the same route in life that he did.

What's for dinner today?: I have no idea yet. It’s not even midday.

Can you fall asleep easily or do you need something to help you sleep?: I don’t struggle to get to sleep in the first place, but if I wake up in the middle of the night then I do find it hard to get back to sleep sometimes.

What do you do when you get bored of sitting in the car a long time while on trips?: Not much. I get carsick really easily so I normally sleep or stare out of the window and listen to music. I can’t read or play on my phone without feeling or being sick.

What game did you play most as a kid?: Imaginary games or board games, mostly.

What's the best thing that's happened today?: I finally got a lie-in, hahah.

What about worst thing?: Nothing bad has happened today, really. I slept in, had breakfast in bed, had a coffee and a shower and watched TV lol.

Do you like the scent of gasoline?: I absolutely love it. I accidentally split some on my shoe the other day when I filled my car up and it smelt amazing, hahah. What's an odd smell you find pleasing?: Well, that one really. Otherwise I’m not really sure.

How often do you visit Bzoink?: Never. I get all my surveys off other Tumblr sites.

Which cell phone network do you use?: I’m with o2.

What's something you've been made fun of for before?: Wearing glasses.

What is something you need to work on?: I don’t really know, but I to be honest, I don’t care enough to really work towards anything new right now, ha.

What movie or show has scared you the most?: The film “The Others” really freaked me out the first time I watched it lol. I think ‘cause it was so quiet and suspenseful and made you use your imagination a lot.

Would you rather have cake or ice cream? or ice cream cake?: Cake or ice-cream cake.

What is your style in clothing and would you like to change it?: Casual and comfortable, I suppose. I normally wear leggings and tunic tops or t-shirts, and maybe dresses occasionally. If I lived in a city or something it would probably be different, though.

Do you like the color yellow?: I do, but I wouldn’t wear yellow clothing..

Have you ever been to a drive in movie?: No, they don’t really exist here - the weather just isn’t set up for them lol.

When were you last in a body of water? (pools count): About two or three weeks ago when I went swimming in the sea.

What dead celebrity would you bring back if possible? why?: I have no idea.

Do you listen to gospel music?: No.

What do you think of Harry Styles? : I don’t really think of him, lol. His music is good enough.

Would you say your personality is naturally outgoing?: Nope, I’m the complete opposite.

Are you currently talking to anyone?: Nope.

What are you craving right now?: Nothing in particular.

What did you last order online?: Cat biscuits, lol. Very exciting, I know.

What's the weather like today? : It’s been absolutely pissing it down all morning. I’m glad I’m not working though we really do need the rain.

Do you know anyone in the military? : No.

Do you consume a lot of caffeine daily?: Normally 1-2 cups of coffee and a couple of cans of Pepsi - maybe an iced coffee as well in summer. I’m not sure if that’s a lot or not? lol.

Would you rather listen to rock or rap music?: Rock.

Have you told anyone you loved them today?: Just the cat lol.

Do you have any songs stuck in your head?: Not at this precise moment, lol.

What were you doing the last time 10am came around?: I was in bed drinking coffee and cuddling Toby cat.

What are you planning on doing a few hours from now?: Uh, I have absolutely no plans for today so whatever I feel like doing.

What's the best gift anyone could give you?: I mean, I’m always happy to get given money of some description.

Where did you get the top you're wearing?: George.

What was the price of gasoline the last time you saw it?: It’s gone down recently, thankfully. It was £1.82 or something last time I filled up.

What's something you have a strong opinion on?: Animal neglect.

Do you like watching scary movies?: No.

Which is closer.. your birthday or Christmas?: My birthday - it’s only two weeks before Christmas, though.

Do you keep your loose change in a piggy bank?: Nah, I pay any money I have into my bank. I never use cash anymore.

Are you planning on getting any tattoos or piercings soon?: Nope.

Do you like your middle name?: Yeah, I prefer it to my first name actually.

#survey #surveys

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maximons · 3 years

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Halloween Visitor

Summary: After a family tragedy, Y/n tries to cheer up her cousin by taking him trick or treating. When they stop by her bully, Wanda Maximoff’s house, the encounter changes the relationship between the two forever.

Word Count: 4,511

Genre: Modern AU, Angst, Fluff

Requested?: No

Warnings: Mentions of death, bullying

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back, and this time with a Halloween enemies to lovers, two faves in one! Happy Halloween, and Happy Reading!

You’re not a huge fan of Halloween.

You don’t hate it or anything. There’s no huge traumatic event that happened which makes you curse the heavens every time the dreaded October 31st date rolls around, no nothing like that. It’s just...there. The day comes and goes and you barely notice it. If you could use one word to describe it, you’d say boring.

You liked it as a child, but since you’re now almost out of high school, the fun days of dressing up and going door to door are over. Now it’s more appropriate for people your age to fuck around both literally and figuratively, party and look over your shoulder all night while you chug down some shitty cheap craft beer. And yeah, still dressing up, but less fun and more try hard.

Since that’s never been your scene, you always spent the night like any other average one.

This year was different though, sadder. Your aunt had just passed away.

You were never super close with her, but you liked her enough that her passing did affect you. She was young, it was sudden. It wasn’t easy on any of your family.

Her husband came over to stay at yours for a week while he worked with your mom to plan everything and get all the technicalities in order. You did your best to stay out of their way.

Your dad was off who knows where, you had a few ideas but you definitely were not about to bring that up, so that just left you and your little cousin.

Nicky is your aunt’s son who came with his dad to stay at your place. You wouldn’t say you’re the best with kids, but you weren’t the worst either, so you enjoyed his company, and you’d say he enjoyed yours too. As best as he could anyway.

He was 9, going on 10 in a few weeks. You couldn’t think of a worse age to lose a parent. Young enough to still have that childlike outlook on the world, but old enough where he’d definitely remember this and leave a pretty nasty scar for years to come. Not like there’s any good age to lose your mother, but still...poor kid.

You’ve grown to care about the boy quite a lot in only the three days you’ve spent with him.

Today was Halloween, and you noticed Nicky was down way more than usual. When you asked him what was wrong, he shared with you that he and his mom would always go trick or treating together.

So you made a vow and broke your yearly tradition of being a potato on Halloween and were gonna take him yourself.

After school, you stopped by your local Spirit Halloween. You knew pickings would be slim the day of, but you managed to luck out. You found a Buzz Lightyear costume that was about his size, he likes Woody better but you hoped this would suffice, and you got a basic skeleton full body suit costume or yourself.

You weren’t sure if his mom dressed up with him or not, but dammit you were gonna give him the full experience.

At around 6:30 it was dark and you were ready to take him out. You got the okay from his dad earlier, so you waved to him and your mom as you walked out the door and got into your car.

“Y/n? Where are we going?” Nicky asked from the passengers seat. He’s tall for his age, it’s fine.

“Well buddy, we can walk around here if you want, but I know where the good stuff is.” You said, causing the boys eyes to light up. “I’m talking full size candy bars.”

“Yeah!?” You smiled at the boy’s excited reaction. You’re pretty sure this is the most you’ve ever seen him smile.

“Oh yeah.” You smiled back. “You ready?” He nodded excitedly as he fastened his seatbelt.

About fifteen minutes later, you arrived at the rich kids neighborhood. You tried to avoid this place for a number of reasons, but anything for Nicky.

You made your way door to door and it was going well. You ran into some cheapskates that gave him the standard fun size candy, but you made up for it by clearing the bowls people just left outside. Nicky was having a blast, and his pillowcase was almost entirely full already. You’d call this a win for sure.

About a half hour later, you noticed Nicky getting tired. He was also eyeing his candy bag, about two seconds away from tearing into it.

“You wanna call it a night, buddy?” You asked him.

“Almost. I wanna hit every house, and we only got one left.” He nodded his head to the big house up the hill with the obnoxiously long driveway. You nodded.

“Alright, lead the way Buzz.” You smiled. “To infinity-!” You started, raising your fist up high.

“And beyond!” He finished and you two zoomed of up the hill. You knew you got looks from the pretentious people around, but you couldn’t care less.

You both stopped when you got to the door, you were out of breath but laughing along with your cousin. After a few moments you two composed yourselves enough for Nicky to ring the doorbell.

And when the door opened, your smile wiped right off your face.

“Well, isn’t this a treat!” That annoying, fake voice rang out.

Wanda Maximoff. One of, if not the, main reason you avoided this neighborhood.

Wanda was the queen bee. The stereotypical head cheerleader, as fake as they come.

You were more than content just ignoring her and her crew all through high school, but for some reason she decided to make you her number one target. You had the awesome idea that if you just didn’t react, she’d leave you alone, but no. If anything that made you an easier target.

You already had to deal with her and her infuriatingly beautiful smile, no matter how fake it was, during school hours. You really didn’t want to deal with it now.

“What’s this, scarface? Little too old to be trick or treating, don’t you think?” She said in that annoying fake-concern voice.

Oh yeah. You had an accident freshman year during gym class playing Volleyball. The ball, which was of course hit by Wanda’s twin brother Pietro, slammed straight into your face, which broke your glasses on impact. Not only were you left without a way to see, the glasses cut a huge gash up the middle of your left eyebrow.

Instead of being halfway decent about it, Wanda resorted to the oh so original nickname, her posse soon following suit.

The only good thing about that incident was it made you switch to contacts, which, according to your best friend Val, took you from a 6 to a solid 9.5.

You chose to ignore Wanda’s remark and turned to Nicky. “Ok, let’s make this quick.” You muttered.

Nicky was confused by your change in attitude, but opted to ignore it. “Trick or treat!” He smiled, holding out the bag. Wanda smiled, probably the most genuine one you’ve ever seen from her, as she grabbed the bowl of candy.

“Well, aren’t you adorable. Buzz is the best.”

“I actually think Woody is cooler.” Nicky replied, happily.

“Well, you’re the expert, so I’ll trust your opinion.” She winked at him as she handed him the candy.

“Ok, let’s go home then, buddy.” You nodded your head back down the driveway, indicating where to go, but Wanda’s voice stopped you before you could.

“What’s the rush?” That annoying tone was back. “Don’t wanna stay and chat?”

You didn’t bother to hold back your eye roll as you turned back to face her. “As much as I would love to, I gotta get him home. Promised his dad we’d be home by eight.”

“His dad, huh?” Wanda asked with a tilt of her head. She looked as though she was trying to piece something together as that annoying smile crept up on her face.

“Yes?” You replied, confused by the question. The smile just got wider as she gave a firm nod.

“Alright then. Happy Halloween, scarface!” You didn’t bother to reply as you walked away. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

Nicky turned to you as you both headed back down the driveway. “What was that?”

“It was nothing.” You shook your head. You weren’t going to bother him with your problems, this was his night. “When you get to high school, try to convince your dad to go for homeschooling.” With that you headed back to your car to head home.

The next morning you were back in school, and you really wish you weren’t. You just knew that Wanda would have something to say about your visit last night.

But oh, it was so much worse than you thought.

You hadn’t even made it to your locker yet when some random football player approached you.

“Never pegged you as the teen mom type, Y/n. Didn’t think any dude would ever wanna hit.” You furrowed your eyebrows and before you could even ask what the hell he was talking about, he was walking away laughing with his buddies. You tried not to think too much of it as you went on your way.

You couldn’t ignore it for long though. You got a few more snide comments and whistles before you finally reached your locker. You put in the combo and opened it, but before you could even put your stuff in, you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n!” You turned our head to see Val practically running towards you. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah?” You replied with a confused chuckle. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because of what’s been going around?” Val replied like it was obvious. You took a moment to go over her words along with the events of this morning in your head. You knew something was up, but you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

“I don’t-”

“Wanda told everyone at her party that you came to her door...with your son.” Your eyes widened at what Val was saying. You were too stunned by the news to say anything, so Val continued. “Carol told me, she’s such a fucking bitch.” Val’s girlfriend, Carol, was the captain of the girl’s basketball team, so of course she’d be invited to the popular rich kid party. You shook your head as you leaned your arm against your locker.

Wanda was always a bitch to you, and you could deal with it normally, but this was too far.

“Y/n?” You heard Val’s voice again after a moment. “You alright?”

You took a deep breath as you made a decision. “Oh I will be.” You muttered as you pushed yourself off the lockers and stormed down the hall.

You vaguely heard Val speeding up to catch up to you along with several more comments thrown your way by your peers but you didn’t care. You just had one thing on your mind.

Soon enough, that dyed red hair came into view. She was chatting it up with her wannabe followers, laughing without a care in the world. One of those wannabes caught sight of you and drew the others attention towards you.

“Hey, scarface!” You hear, you think her name is Hope, shout out. “Help us settle a bet, who’s the father?” Her question sparked giggles amongst her crew, but you didn’t care. Your eyes were locked on Wanda as you marched over. You approached her, landing only a few inches in front of her face.

“Whoa, little too close there-” You cut off her snarky remark when you loudly slammed her open locker shut. Wanda jumped back slightly, and the noise made everyone in the vicinity turn towards you, but you didn’t care.

“What the fuck have you been telling people?” You spoke lowly, almost whispering.

“I-” Wanda hesitated. She never saw this side of you before, you looked absolutely pissed. If looks could kill, she’d be six feet under. And given that you were a little taller and visibly stronger than her, she knows you could probably actually kill her if you wanted to. Still, she had a reputation to uphold, so she stood her ground. “I just told people about our little encounter.” She shrugged, which only pissed you off more.

“And what about it?”

“Look, scarface, if it’s worth anything, I think your son is very very adorable.” Wanda’s confidence came back when she heard her friends laugh. “He looks pretty old though, you must’ve been going at it real young.” She laughed this time along with her posse and a few others in the vicinity. You looked about ready to punch her, but you felt Val’s hand on your shoulder which calmed you down slightly.

You shook your head in disbelief. “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

Wanda was confused by your question but still responded. “What? I know you didn’t want people to know about him, but it was too good to pass up, the people had the right to know.”

“Oh yeah?” You straightened yourself up and took a deep breath. “Well then I guess the people should know the actual truth. Not as juicy, but oh well.”

“What are you-”

You cut Wanda off as you started speaking, this time raising your voice so everyone around will hear. Your eyes still trained on the redhead in front of you. “That son of mine? That’s my little cousin, his name is Nicky. My aunt, his mom was killed only a week ago.” Your statement silenced the whole hall. You watched Wanda’s face drop in horror, and if you weren’t so pissed off, you’d relish in the sight. You weren’t done yet though. “His mom always took him trick or treating, so I took it upon myself to take the poor kid this year.”

You finally tore your eyes from Wanda’s too take in the reactions around you. Some engrossed in the conversation, some hands over mouths, some looking down in shame. You figured you got your point across by now. You turned your attention back to Wanda. “But I guess that isn’t good gossip though, is it?”

She didn’t respond, eyes still wide as she stared at you. You turned back around towards Val, who was looking at you in concern. You nodded, indicating you were alright before you began to walk off. You only got a few steps in before turning back around. “We graduate in only a few months Maximoff, then it’s off to college, then the real world. I suggest you ditch the high school bullshit soon, cause it won’t get you far after we’re done here.” You spoke as you walked backwards.

You decided to throw one last thing out there for good measure before walking away completely. “Oh! Just in case any more rumors about that wanna start, I’m gay as hell. Do with that what you will.” The chatter picked up again after that announcement, but you didn’t stick around for long after.

You never ditched school before, so you figured today was a good day for firsts.

5 Years Later

The rest of your senior year after that was more or less normal. Everyone stopped bugging you about rumors, and no one made a big deal about you being gay, which you were thankful for. To your surprise, Wanda and her posse stopped tormenting you. Granted, you never got an actual apology, but you’d take what you got.

Graduation as soon after, and college went by in the blink of an eye, and now here you were. Sitting in a random coffee shop in New York City, dressed and ready for an interview you had in about an hour. You typed away on your laptop, sipping your coffee, anything to pass the time.

Before you knew it, an hour went by and it was time to head over. You quickly packed your laptop and stood up with your coffee in hand. Only, that didn’t last long as you immediately bumped hard into someone, sending your coffee flying, spilling on your shirt.

“Oh my god!” You heard a startled feminine voice yell out. “I am so so sorry, I should’ve been looking-”

“No, that’s okay, don’t worry about it.” You mumbled out as you stared down at your ruined shirt. You tried to wipe the excess away, but it only did so much. Good thing you had a blazer.

“Y/n?” You heard the voice speak up again, but the mention of your name made you look up. You were surprised to see the face of the girl, now woman, you would never forget.

“No way...” You muttered out, causing a soft chuckle to come out of the woman in question.

“Hi, I...hi.” Wanda stuttered, something you weren’t used to from her. You shook your head and smiled slightly.

“Were you put on this earth just to ruin my days, Maximoff?” You said, but your statement held no malice. The tension broke, and you saw Wanda visibly relax.

You were sure running into your high school bully years later and tell them off was a common fantasy, but if you were being completely honest, you weren’t one to hold grudges. Once you left your high school doors for the last time, you left everything that happened in there behind. You weren’t looking to be best friends with Wanda, she still was fucked up to you, but you weren’t gonna make a scene either.

“It’s just a talent, I guess.” She shrugged, small smile forming on her face as well.

“Fair enough.” You replied. “But yeah, don’t worry about it, accidents happen. I gotta get going though-”

“Let me buy you a new one!” Wanda cut you off abruptly and loudly, drawing the attention of some of the people around you. You furrowed your eyebrows before answering.

“Uh, no that’s okay. I was almost done with it, and I have to-”

“Please?” Wanda seemed desperate, pleading almost. “I just...I really would like to talk to you, if that’s okay?”

You sighed. You knew you should probably just decline and get on with your life, but you couldn’t help but be curious. The woman in front of you seemed different than the insecure mean girl from years ago. What’d you have to lose?

You took the coffee sleeve off the ruined cup and grabbed a pen from your pocket. You quickly scribbled before handing it over. “I really do have to go now, but...shoot me a text.” You gave her a quick smile before leaving the shop.

You didn’t get to see the large smile stuck on Wanda’s face as she stared down at the sleeve.

About two hours later, you were back in your apartment. The interview went as good as it could’ve gone and now you just had to play the waiting game. You collapsed onto your couched and stayed there for a few moments before hearing your phone ding. You reached in your pocket and pulled it out to read the text.

Are you free tomorrow?

It’s Wanda btw

You quickly texted back.

Yeah, I’m free

Coffee tomorrow? Same place?

Sounds good. Noon?

See you then

You tossed your phone on the couch as you laid back down. What a day.

The next day you find yourself back in the coffee shop, this time wearing normal clothes. You arrived a few minutes early, so you were surprised to see Wanda already sitting at a table, two coffees ready to go.

“Hey!” Wanda shouted over as she caught sight of you.

“Hey.” You responded as you walked over. “How’d you know what I like?”

“I might’ve...asked the barista what you ordered after you left.” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at that.

“Someone’s trying to impress me, huh?” You joked.

“Maybe a little.” Wanda shrugged, suddenly getting shy. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me today, you had every reason to tell me to fuck off.”

You laughed at her bluntness. “Yeah, maybe. But I figured, hey I’m not the same person I was in high school, so I shouldn’t assume that you are.”

Wanda smiled, grateful for your openness. “Thank you. And I want to assure you that I’m not that same person.”

“I kind of figured the second you actually apologized for something and called me by my real name. The old Wanda would’ve never.” You said dramatically, which got you a laugh in response.

“I really was bad, wasn’t I?”

“Eh, maybe a little.” You shrugged as you laughed together. “If it’s any consolation though, I’ve had a much better time with this Wanda in only five minutes, then I did with that one in four years.”

“Well, thank you.” Wanda smiled before dropping it after a moment. You could tell she was thinking, so you stayed quiet. “I wanted to apologize, Y/n.”

You figured this was coming, but still weren’t prepared. “Oh, well...it was high school. Things happen.”

“What I did to you though was just...awful. I was so terrible to you, and you did nothing to deserve it. I am sorry. Truly.”

You nodded. You could tell that she was sincere, and while you let go of all of it years ago, you wouldn’t lie and say the apology didn’t feel good. “Thank you Wanda. I appreciate that.”

Wanda gave a small smile and you both went back in a comfortable silence for a moment. “How is he by the way? Your cousin?”

“Nicky?” You asked and she nodded. “He’s good. We talk sometimes still, he’s almost done with his freshman year of high school.”

“Wow, already?”

“Yeah they grow up fast.” You chuckled. “And, y’know along with the normal teenage angst he has to deal with it without his mom, so...he’s handling way better than I ever could.” Wanda nodded, not sure how to respond. After a few moments you changed the subject.

The conversation flowed pretty naturally after that, which surprised you. You left that day with a promise to stay in touch, and that’s what you did.

Before you knew it, a friendship formed between you two. You talked almost everyday, hung out often, it was really nice. If you told yourself five years ago that you’d consider Wanda Maximoff your best friend, you’d probably punch yourself.

But of course, your gay ass had to get feelings.

You always noticed Wanda’s beauty, you weren’t blind, but your hatred of each other stopped any feelings from forming on your end. Now that the animosity turned into friendship, it was only a matter of time. You did a pretty good job of hiding it though. You knew it would fade eventually...you hoped.

Tonight was Halloween, and you stuck to your yearly tradition of nothing. Your roommate and close friend, Natasha, tried to get you to come to a party with her but you opted out, so you now had the whole apartment to yourself.

The night passed by quickly, and your apartment doorbell stopped ringing about an hour ago. You figured it was safe enough to enjoy a movie without interruptions. You turned on one of your favorites and went to go make a microwaveable popcorn bag, when you heard the doorbell ring again.

“You gotta be kidding.” You muttered. You walked over and grabbed the candy bowl before opening the door.

Instead of being faced with children though, you came face to face with Wanda, who was wearing a very revealing skeleton costume.

“Whoa.” You couldn’t help but let out.

“You like it?” Wanda asked, in what you could’ve sworn was a flirty tone.

“I uh...yeah, you look great.” You swallowed, and stepped aside before you could make a bigger fool of yourself. “Come in.” She walked passed you and you closed the door behind her. “What are you doing here this fine Halloween night?”

“I came to see Natasha, she around?” Wanda joked and you playfully roll your eyes.

“Ha Ha.” You responded.

“I actually wanted to tell you something though.”

“In that?” You gestured towards her outfit and she laughed.

“I’m seriousss.” She whined and you chuckled while sitting on the couch.

“Okaaay, okay, sit.” You patted the seat next to you and she followed suit. “What’s up?”

“I...never actually told you why I picked on you so much.”

You raised in eyebrow. “In high school? I thought we were past this, Wan-”

“I know, and we are, but I wanna get it off my chest.” You sighed and nodded, letting her continue. “I picked on you so much because...I was actually really attracted to you.”

Well you didn’t see that coming.

You raised your eyebrows in shock, but didn’t say anything. Wanda continued. “I was young, in denial about my sexuality, so I took it out on you, thinking it would make it go away, but...that’s obviously not how that works. And then...when I spread that horrible rumor... I really did think it was true. And I told everyone because I was insanely jealous.” You continued to stare at her, eyes wide jaw slacked. After a few moments, Wanda began to get anxious. “Please say something?”

“Sorry, it’s just...I...really did not see that coming.” You mumbled. Wanda sighed and began to stand.

“I’m sorry if I just made things weird between us, but it was just eating me alive and I had to tell-”

You stood up and cut Wanda off in the middle of her rant. You grabbed the back of her head gently as you pulled her into a soft kiss, hoping it would relay what you felt. After a few moments, you pulled back and saw her eyes wide. You began to be insecure yourself.

“Oh shit, I...were you just saying that was back then? That doesn’t apply to now does it, oh god I’m sorry-” This time Wanda cut you off as she leaned back in, capturing your lips in a more passionate kiss. You’ve dreamt of kissing Wanda more times than you can count over the years, but nothing compared to the real thing.

You split apart when air became a necessity. You stared into each others eyes, huge smiles plastered on your faces. You were lost in the moment for a while but pulled away slightly, another question on your mind. “Wait, so what’s with the skeleton?”

Wanda smirked. “Well, you were a skeleton that one night and seeing you in it...did thins to me. So I thought I’d return the favor.”

“It was just a morph suit though.” You said in confusion.

“That hugged you really well.” You laughed, unable to believe that she’s been into you this entire time. This felt like a dream come true.

“Well, consider the favor to be returned.” You said as you firmly grabbed Wanda’s hips, pulling her into a deep kiss that made her squeal in surprise, You smirked against her lips as you deepened the kiss further.

Now that you think about it, maybe Halloween wasn’t so boring after all.

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36 Questions to Fall in Love

Summary: When Derek bets Spencer that he cant make someone fall in love with him in a week, he doesn’t expect Spencer to marry the girl the next day

warnings: strangers to lovers, blind dates, betting, talks of: drug use, drug addiction, abusive marriages, rape, sexual assault, abuse, attempted murder, mass shootings, parental death, love confessions, elopements, opposite of slow burn

word count: 8K

A/N: this is based on a request I received a while back about this article

Derek was a betting man, to say the least. He knew Spencer was from Vegas, he also knew Emily couldn’t say no to a challenge and that Rossi had enough money to burn. Betting at work was the best way to have fun when he worked there, and now he can’t stop.

“I’m not saying con a woman into loving you, I’m saying let us find a girl and let’s see if she can fall in love with you, take a week off from work and just spend time wooing her, and in a week, me or Emily will hit on her, if she turns us down for you, then you’ve won.”

Derek explained it like it was simple, and yet the mere thought of being set up with someone was horrifyingly nerve-wracking. But he got Spencer to agree… unbeknown to him that he had another bet going on the side.

You see earlier that day he was invited to Penelope’s apartment, her younger sister was moving in for a little while and they needed a big strong man to help move the boxes. And like Penelope, Y/N was really chatty and overly friendly really fast. It was like he’s always known Y/N Garcia.

She explained to Derek how hard it was in California to find good men who want someone to love them, she’s tired of guys thinking she comes on too fast, she wants someone who wants to settle and have kids and be a dad. Not a Vain narcissist who only cares about what the city can offer him.

“The last guy I went on a date with literally ran when I mentioned I read a New York Times article about 36 questions to make you fall in love… I just want a person to love? Is that really so hard?”

A lightbulb goes off in Derek’s mind, and Penelope almost reads it.

“Spencer.” They both reply with the same cheeky grin.

“I bet you, you could be as insane as you say you are and he’d still be in love with you by the end of the week.” Derek teases, and the way she smiles shows just how interested she is.

—

Woo her.

The words have rattled around in his brain every second of every moment since Derek said he found a girl for him.

She was free on Saturday, all Spencer had to do was tell Derek where she should meet him and all Penelope had to do was not mention to Spencer that she had a sister, it was up to Y/N when Spencer learned that fact.

She’s already there at the restaurant when he arrives, he’s not sure what he was expecting when Derek said he found the perfect girl but it wasn’t this. He was thinking it was going to be a joke, that either no one would show or Derek was hooking him up with some hot blonde who was way out of his league.

She was beautiful in a nice dress, her makeup was stunning and she looked so content sitting there, waiting for him. Starring her ice water with a straw, she wasn’t paying any attention to the room, she barely knew he was there.

“Hi?” He said softly, not wanting to startle her.

“Hi,” she beamed up at him, that same unsure look on her face. Neither of them was expecting anything from the other, but they were pleasantly surprised.

“Spencer Reid,” he says, actually extending a hand to shake her’s because it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

She reaches out her hand, watching him take it and kiss her knuckle softly, she’s so surprised. “Oh, um, Y/N Garcia,” she whispers the name and his eyes go wide.

“Garcia?” He panics a little, sitting down in the booth and facing her as her face drops at his reaction.

“Did he not tell you I’m Penelope’s sister? I knew Derek was up to something,” she looked like it was all too good to be true, upset almost.

“He didn’t, he probably wanted you to tell me, I mean this all so we can get to know each other,” Spencer shrugs it off, interested in seeing why Derek picked her of all people.

“I guess,” she smiled again, “so what do you do?”

“I work with Penelope, I specialize more in psycho-linguistics and geographical profiling.”

She nods in approval, “I’m a high school English teacher.”

Spencer laughs lightly, “what’s that like?”

“Interesting to say the least, especially in California. Every kid there wants to be on TikTok, no one cares about reading any of the books I ask them too,” she just shakes her head. “I’m worried about the next generation.”

“Me too, it’s almost alarming how many kids are unsubs,” he agrees. She’s so easy to talk to, he’s suddenly not nervous anymore and the waiter is coming to take their order.

He never even opened the menu, “what looks good?” He asks Y/N, nervous and she can tell.

“I think I’m going to have the lobster, let’s go all out?” She shrugged again, both of them feeling more adventurous than normal.

“I’ll have that as well,” Spencer smiled, keeping eye contact with only her as she handed the menus back to him.

They ordered sides and appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and fresh bread, it was amazing. They traded small facts about each other, Spencer noticed a lot of Penelope’s quirks in her, she was very friendly and kind and funny. She loved to tease him and make him laugh, his stomach hurt by the time their lobsters came out.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits, putting on her bib and holding the claw cracker in one hand.

“Neither have I, but I think it’s fairly simple you just need to apply the correct amount of pressure,” he demonstrates by picking up the crustacean and cracking it at its weakest point before twisting it open.

He’s surprised he did it, so is she as she copies is movements and struggles a bit. “You got it, come on,” he encourages her as she squeezed so hard her hands shake but the shell does eventually crack.

She smiles like she just won the science fair, overly proud as they stare at each other. Enamoured already by just how cute the other was.

“So, what do you do for fun outside being a fed?” She teases between bites.

“I like to spend my time finding new things, I tend to go to the same spots often but I’m always looking for new places. I like the theatre, the old cemetery is nice, I’m excited for the new phantasmagoria to open this fall,” he explains all his interests as he cracks away at his dinner. “I just like to try and appreciate what’s out there, after everything I see.”

“That’s really nice, I’ve always wanted to go to a phantasmagoria actually, science magic is the best kind of magic,” she says it like it’s nothing, almost embarrassed by the interest.

“Me too, I love magic,” Spencer lights up, “I can actually do some magic, hold on.”

He digs his NA chip out of his pocket, showing it to her quickly before making it disappear and reappear behind her ear and she was so smitten, “how the heck?” She asked as she reached for her own ear, shocked at the fact he could do it.

“Do you always keep a coin on you for that?”

He thinks about it for a second, not knowing if he should tell her or not. “No, I keep this on me for support.”

He places it on the table, she picks it up instead and inspects it carefully, “2 years is a really long time, I’m really proud of you.”

He feels like he falls in love with her in that moment, she places the chip back in his hand and smiles, “it’s not easy to admit nor recover from, it’s something you should be really proud of Spencer.”

“Thank you,” he blushes, “um, is there anything else you want to know about me?”

She bites the inside of her lip as she thinks, “actually I was reading an article the other day that said there are a list of personal questions you can ask someone and by the end of all of them you should be in love with the person.”

He thought it was a good opportunity to take a sip of water, upon hearing the word love he realizes it was a mistake. He chokes lightly, coughing as he puts the glass back down and apologizes.

“Love?” He repeats the word.

“I’m going to be real honest here Spencer, I don’t date to get my heartbroken, I date to find my life partner so if you’re not interested in marriage or kids one day tell me now,” she’s very stern about it and he can tell she’s gotten her hopes up and heart broken before.

“I want that too, I just didn’t expect you to be so upfront about it,” he’s honest, because clearly that’s what she wants from him. “What was on the question list?”

“Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest?” She asks, remembering the questions easily.

“Wow,” he takes a moment to think about it, “alive or dead?”

“Sure, why not,” she shrugs.

“Probably biological Eve,” he comes to the decision rather quickly. “I’ve always been fascinated with the fact all humans can be traced back to one single women. I’m sure she was amazing, it must have been so interesting being the first women on earth.”

“That is the coolest answer anyone has ever given me,” she smiles, “I think I’d be boring and have dinner with Julia Roberts.”

“She’s a very talented actress,” he smiles, recognizing the name from Penelope’s movie nights. “Um, I have an eidetic memory, do you have the list I can just read it once and then we can spit it back and forth easily.”

She looks at him with wide eyes and a growing smile, “yeah hold on.” She takes out her cellphone and pulls up the article before handing it to him.

He reads it quickly and then hands it right back, she was amazed, surely it was a joke? “Would I like to be famous?” He repeats the next question to himself.

“No,” he’s very certain. “I’ve had some encounters with psychopaths who think they are my biggest fans, perfect match or my only rival, and it’s not fun. I’m sure being adored is lovely, but I don’t like the attention if it’s not from a good place.”

“So you want praise but you don’t want a stalker?” She dumbs it down slightly with a smile, “I definitely don’t want to be famous because I don’t like other peoples opinions about me.”

“That’s incredibly fair.”

“Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say?” She asks the next one.

“If it’s for work or my mother, yes,” he answers it completely honestly. “I prefer not to make phone calls, so when I have to make them I typically spend the day before panicking.”

She smiles, “well, if you ever need someone to call tech support and pretend to be you, I am really good on the phone.”

“Like Penelope?”

She nods, “we spent a lot of time talking on the phone when she moved to Virginia for your team.”

“That must have been really hard, I’m surprised she hasn’t mentioned you yet?”

“I’m not really her sister,” she smiles, “I wish I was. I met her during a really abusive relationship and I didn’t feel close to my parents anymore, so my old name didn’t feel right either. Penelope and her brothers were the closest thing I had to family, so I took their name after my divorce.”

“That’s beautiful,” his smile is so soft, she wonders if he feels the same about Penelope.

“What do you consider a perfect day?” She moves on before she can pry into his personal life further, just to pry into his personal life further— in another direction.

“Nobody dies.”

“Even the bad guys?” She squints as she asks it, wondering if that was an appropriate topic for the first date.

“I’m not a fan of the prison system, and I’m really not a very big fan of suicide by cop, let alone lethal injection,” he explained. “Just because you’re a murderer or a psychopath doesn’t mean you have to die too, there is rehabilitation and a way to keep them sane and alive while keeping people safe. I just hate when people die.”

“Me too,” her smile is sad, “my perfect day would be having my parents back, I’d like to show them my degree and go out for ice cream and give them another hug.”

“We should have our perfect days back to back,” his voice is low, he was nervous to say it. “Cause then once you bring them back, I stop people from dying and they can stay forever.”

He sees her heartbreak as the tears well in her eyes, “that would be nice.”

“Um,” he clears his throat and then takes a sip of water. “When was the last time you sang to yourself, or someone else?”

“I was singing in the car on the way here,” she smiles with a sniffle, “I sing a lot actually. I’m always humming or tapping as well, if my mind is wandering then it has to make some kind of noise.”

“What is your favourite thing to hum?” He can’t stop himself from asking it, “I personally do the muppets, duh duh nanana, manamanah.”

She laughs again, and a tear slips out as her eyes close. She hurries to wipe it away, “I often find myself doing the teletubbies song, you know; ‘Tinky-Winky, Dipsy,’” she sings the words before humming the tune to match.

“That’s a good one too,” Spencer is really enthusiastic suddenly, the way he would be with Penelope. He was really comfortable. “If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?”

“Mind, because that’s how you keep a good body. If I can keep the strength and willpower to get up in the mornings and go to work and remember why I love being alive, I’ll be young forever,” she answers like it’s rehearsed.

“I was going to say I’d want my mind too, but the way you said it is a lot more elegant,” he teases. “My mom has Alzheimer's, you were honest about wanting kids and you should know that's genetic. I can also pass on schizophrenia and any other mental illness, like depression, bipolar disorder and most definitely anxiety—

“Spencer,” she reaches across the table for his hand, “breathe, that’s not scary to me. My grandma had it too, I’m not optimal gene-wise either.”

He takes a deep breath, “Sorry.”

“It makes you real to react like that, I don’t mind seeing that side of you. Fake strong men and men who compensate are the worst, in my opinion.”

“Mine too,” he agrees. “I am an anxious worrier, I barely sleep, I’m terrified of the dark, I have PTSD nightmares about my short stay in prison, and I cry a lot when I’m alone.”

“It was a mistake clearly? The prison stay, that is.”

“Yeah,” he nods, moving to the next question. “Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?”

She laughs through her nose at the switch topic change, “well until I was 19 I thought my husband was going to kill me, then I thought maybe it would be myself, now I’m content dying in my sleep when I'm old.”

“It is ever-changing,” he agrees. “I have died before.”

“What did it feel like?”

She doesn’t ask how, she knows he was sober, she knows he’s been to prison, she knows he’s an agent. It wasn’t a surprise. Penelope even almost died once before, it was an unfortunate part of the job.

“Warm.”

“Like soothing warm, like drinking a hot chocolate, or that uncomfortable warm like being in a hot car?”

“Like a hug.”

Her lips purse, she hums a bit. “Yeah, my answer stays the same.”

“Name three things you and your partner appear to have in common.”

“You like to learn,” she smiles again. “You enjoy the mysteries and the horribleness of the world because it keeps you grounded. You love your mom.”

“We love Penelope, our hearts have similar scars, life has been mean to us for no reason,” he adds 3 more for good measure.

“What are you grateful for in life?” She asks the next question.

“I’ve never said this before,” he prefaces, “but found family. If it wasn’t for my team, no matter who was coming and going over the years, anyone who has had my back. Anyone who loves me in any capacity. That’s what I’m grateful for.”

“We’re not even through the first set of questions and I can see why everyone loves you,” she admits. Moving far too fast, doing exactly what Derek wanted from her.

To scare him and see if he still stays.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Spencer stops the questions, “I can’t continue if I can’t tell you this.”

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

“Derek and Emily bet me $20 that I couldn’t get someone to fall in love with me, he wanted to set this up and then hit on you in a week and see if you picked me over him, and it feels like a really shitty thing to do to you. It’s making me feel like you’re an object more than a person and I feel really bad about it.”

She just laughs and he has no idea why. “He bet me that I could be as insane as I am with most of my dates and you’d still want to stay with me after a week.”

“You’re not mad?” He worries, by passing her words and the implications of it all.

“No, did you truly mean how you feel?”

“Yes…”

“Then I accept your apology, you’re really kind Spencer. I believe you when you speak, I trust you,” she explains her reasoning and he settles once more. “You’re the most real man I’ve ever met, I think.”

“Thank you,” he smiles again, reaching out for her hand once more, “do you want to finish these questions?”

“Not really,” she smirks, “I think they were wrong about all 35 of them making you fall in love with someone.”

“How so?”

“It only took me 9.”

It’s so absurd they start to laugh, making eye contact, they feel delirious. His hand in hers, she squeezes it lightly and he never wants to let it go.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“Sure, did you drive?” She asks.

“No, I walked over.”

She gets up from the table and takes his hand once more, “well, are we going to mine or yours?”

“Are you living with Penelope?”

“Yours it is then,” she teases, bumping his shoulder. This was going to be fun.

Spencer pays for their meal and meets her out front, he gets in her passenger seat and gives her the directions. “Do you want to finish the questions on the drive?” He asks.

“Hmm, well, 11 is a long one, if you want to start telling me your life story in graphic detail? Or we can jump to 12 and you can tell me what super ability you’d like to wake up with?”

“Have you ever watched star trek?”

She’s not expecting that, it makes her take a double-take, she laughs lightly, “Yeah, why?”

“Deanna Troi can sense peoples emotions, I think that would really help with my job,” he explains it easily. “And in times like this.”

“I can just tell you,” she offers, pulling into his apartment complex, she can tell why he walked.

“You don’t have to yet, let it simmer,” he smiles softly, he’s not ready for her to make a decision like loving him when she really doesn’t know everything yet. “Come inside?”

She nods, getting out and taking his hand again for the walk inside. His house is green, and it makes sense. There are door wooden bookshelves and the distant smell of old books and spilled coffee, it’s dusty and old and very Spencer.

“Can I tell you some of my story?” She asks as she kicks her shoes off.

“Absolutely,” he follows her lead, “do you want anything, wine, water?”

“Wine would be nice,” she smiles, following him to the kitchen, “you know my favourite place to talk to someone is in the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“It's the heart of the house,” she smiles slightly, “that's what my mom used to say. This is where all the love happens.”

He loves her and he knows it already, she makes him happy and calm and if she’s in the heart of his house she might as well know all of his own heart.

“I was born in Vegas,” Spencer admits, pushing his life story past his lips before she can stop him or else he wouldn’t.

“My mom was a professor, my dad is an attorney, I have always been really smart and not so athletic, I enjoy chess and reading and I had big thick glasses as a child. My mom participated in a murder and my dad covered it up and that ruined their marriage but they blamed it on her schizophrenia when he left. And then I was left to raise her when she was supposed to be raising me. I cared for her until I turned 13, I left her during the weeks and my aunt would make sure she was okay and I would travel back and forth from CalTech and Vegas on the weekends.”

She can see the exhaustion on his face at just remembering it.

“I got my licence at 16, and then I took her car and it was easier. When I was 18 I put her in a sanatarium and sold her house and took a road trip with my friend to Virginia to go to the academy. He didn’t like it after a week and asked me to go with him to New Orleans and I didn’t— I met my mentor and joined the BAU instead. I was kidnapped and drugged by a man with DID… I died and then his personality switched and Tobias brought me back. I had an addiction to Dilaudid for a few months after, then I got sober after visiting Ethan in New Orleans.”

“Was he good to you?”

“Wonderful,” he smiles, “he was my shoulder to cry on for a long time and I didn’t realize how much I needed him in my recovery until we got a case and I had a reason to see him. I missed a plane and ignored my friends to just be with him. He’s the reason I got clean, not anything else… he told me that I was too special to hate myself, and he was right.”

“He was,” she smiles. “He sounds lovely.”

“And then, the first time I saw my mom after putting her in the sanatarium was because she told parts of our case to a man who lost his daughter, and he did a lot of messed up stuff… like he shot my co-worker. She was another special person to me—“

“I’m so sorry.”

He smiles, “she lived, don’t worry. I loved Elle, she was amazing but the bureau didn’t see that. She was a broken toy to them, we all become one eventually. I miss her a lot.”

She walks into his space and wraps her arms around him, giving him a hug as he rests against the counter, she makes no attempt to move back. Holding him in the heart of the house, close to her own. He holds her back just as tight.

“Maeve, she was another person I loved who got shot, she died. I see her sometimes when I sleep, she visits me when I’m in the most need. I’ll always love her, but she’s gone. The only other woman who claims to have loved me was a psychopath who is dead now too, she framed me for murder, had me drugged, kidnapped my mother and the list goes on and it’s not pretty. In prison she had a lot of bad things happen to me, I have scars that will never heal and a part of me was lost but I’m okay now.”

They have a moment of silence in the middle of their stories, she absorbs it while preparing her own, rubbing his back as her cheek stays pressed to his chest.

“I was born in California, my parents were high school sweethearts, they made me at prom. Learned that from the scrapbooks,” she laughs against his chest, “they were great and then they died when I was 14, it was a mass shooting at a mall, and I went to a foster home. I married the oldest son in the home after he groomed me for a few years… I met Penelope when I was 20 and she helped me get divorced and back on my feet and her brothers protected me.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry you relate to loss.”

“It's the one thing that unites us all, really,” Spencer’s voice is barely a whisper. “When you think about it, we’re all born and we all die, the only difference is how we fill the middle.”

They never get to that bottle of wine he mentioned, she pulls back and asks the next question as she drags him to his bedroom. “If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?”

“If I get to have kids.”

She drags him into the room and closes the door, “that was going to be my answer.”

“Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?” He asks as she starts to take her clothes off.

“Sleep beside the love of my life.”

“I’ve never woken up beside the love of my life,” he replies with a soft smile and follows suit, getting undressed down to their underwear before climbing in bed.

“Greatest accomplishment?” She asks as they settle in, laying her cheek on his chest once more.

He takes a moment to think of everything he’s done that has been good, and one really stands out. “there was a case a few years back, we found a bunch of kids who went missing and returned them to their families and gave answers to the families of children who didn’t make it. Days like that feel like a reward.”

“Getting divorced,” she pushes the words out quickly.

“Most valued friendship?” He asks, knowing she doesn’t need to explain herself.

“Penelope.”

“Derek.”

“Most treasured memory?”

“When JJ placed her son in my arms and told me I was his godfather,” his voice is hushed and she knows it’s because he doesn’t want to cry. “It's the closest I’ve gotten to being a father so far.”

“I got an end of the year present when I was first starting out, this girl told me that I was the reason she enjoyed reading again and it was the reason I started teaching, I’ll never forget her. Tammy Brownlee, she graduated in 2009 and we’ve been Facebook friends ever since.”

“Most terrible memory?”

“My parents dying.”

“You’d think mine would be dying right?” He asked, she nodded against his chest, “it was actually being held down by 3 men, getting a sock shoved in my mouth while they beat me.”

She kissed his chest softly, “I’m sorry, I know that feeling. Mind you, he was only 1 man, it’s not a good feeling.”

“If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?”

“If it’s definite; not like a chance or a cancer statistic, if it’s like this is the day you die no ifs and's or butts, then I’d just continue as normal and have 1 really awesome day right before,” she smiles against him. “Make the most of it all.”

“If I was dying a year today, I’d ask you to marry me.”

“Already?” She laughs, thinking he’s kidding.

“You want a nice husband and a kid? I will be good for you as long as I know you, and I’ll have as many kids as you want me to help you make.”

She’s silent as she thinks about it. “What does friendship mean to you?”

“Someone who is there for you even when they don’t want to be, even when it’s hard,” Spencer whispers, thinking about his friends.

“It means hacking the government and voiding a marriage and changing someone's name so they can escape,” Y/N whispers. “don’t tell the feds she did that too.”

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?”

“I crave it and hardly receive it, but I give it out like it’s a sample at costco,” she snickers at the example she gave. “It’s something that people have always admired about me and yet it’s also the thing that scares people away. When I love, I love hard and it’s full and annoying and you will feel suffocated sometimes, but just tell me when and I’ll back off.”

“I don’t know how to ask for what I need,” Spencer whispers. “But I need someone to love me like that.”

“The next one is to alternate 5 good things about each other,” she rests her chin on her hand as she looks up at his face in the darkness, “soft.”

He pauses for a moment, bypassing the easiest one and saying pretty, instead, he says; “you’re honest.”

“You’re very caring,” she replies.

“You see beauty in the world still.”

She smiles at that one, “you make the world beautiful.”

“You are beautiful.”

“And you’re handsome, that’s my 4th,” she keeps track in her head.

“You’re true, to your heart, your promises, everything.”

“And you’re real, you see the world for what it is and you don’t try to change it for the better. You want to make it manageable,” her explanation is the longest one yet. “Was your childhood happy, and do you feel close with your family still?”

“I write to my mom every single day and I drop the notes off weekly, and no,” he doesn’t want to cry, but he feels like he might again. “It was liveable, I made it.”

“Mine was happy until I was 14, then I was alone, I have 1 living aunt and she is strange but I get a card from her every Christmas,” Y/N adds. “I’d like to think your lack of love and my need to fill the world with what I miss from my parents will make a really good family dynamic.”

“Me too.”

“How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?” She asks, “I think I know already, but it’s the next one.”

“She hit me a few years ago because I made her take some medicine, she hit me once when I was a kid too…” he whispers them so that they stay a secret, if they can’t be heard else where then they don’t exist in his mind. “She was a wonderful mother but the worst memories stick out the most now. She’s forgetting everything and all I can remember is how hard it’s been on me, like a bad son.”

“My mom was my best friend, and I still talk to her every day, I bring her and my dad around with me in my necklace,” she pulls the chain on her neck and shows him the little jar. “Mom, Dad, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom and dad.”

He holds it in his hand and tips it gently, “nice to meet you.”

“The next one is weird,” she changed the topic again.

“Make three true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling…" Spencer says it verbatim. “We are both feeling understood.”

“We are both hopeful.”

“We are both falling in love,” Spencer ends the feelings with the most prominent one.

“We are,” she agrees with another smile.

“Finish this,” he insists on moving forward, “I wish I had someone I could share…”

“The rest of my life with,” she whispers this time. “If we become besties, what’s something I should know?”

“I think I’ve told you all the important stuff so far,” Spencer thinks hard, pausing for a moment. “My butt is ticklish?”

It makes her giggle, “that is a good one. My sides and the bottom of my feet are ticklish too.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time, saying things that you might not say to someone you've just met,” Spencer reads the question back from memory, “don’t be afraid to be too honest.”

“I like that you know how I feel but I hate that you’ve been hurt. I like how you listen to me, and I really like how comfortable you make me feel. I’m almost naked in your bed right now and I know you’d never, ever hurt me, and I haven’t felt that in a really long time.”

“I like that you are indulging me in the dream of becoming a husband and a dad one day… most people say it’ll happen but they never picture it. No one has ever said yeah id have your kids. I like that you know what you want and you’re actively looking for it.”

She moves up so she can hold his face in her hands, “only 7 more. Is it working?”

He nods, “my most embarrassing moment is the time I had a wet dream on the work jet.”

She laughs and then covers her mouth in panic, “I’m sorry that’s not funny.”

“It is, it’s fine,” he smiles. “I was dreaming about kissing this actress we helped, she actually did kiss me in the pool, so I guess it was bound to happen.”

She leans in and presses her lips against his, holding his cheeks in her hands his wrap around her waist as he holds her there. She peppers smaller kisses to his lips before pulling back, “we both cried in front of each other already today, so next question.”

“Tell me what you like about me already?”

Her hands trail his chest and down towards his boxers, he’s hard again from just kissing and she smirks, “this is promising.”

His hand on her back unclips her bra, “I love boobs, not even going to lie. They are my weakness.”

She pushes the straps down and tosses her bra aside, pressing her naked chest against his, she moves on. “What, if anything, is too serious to be joked about?”

“Being called insane, saying I'm seeing things, or acting crazy, those are things I don’t like to be told because they make my anxiety worse.”

“Noted,” she smiles. “I talk to myself a lot so get ready for that.”

“Okay,” he smiles, she’s way too easy to be real.

“I don’t want to mention my last husband from here on out, I think if I get married again I will never tell anyone I have a first husband,” she’s firm in her words.

“Technically, Y/N Garcia has never had a husband,” he reminds her.

Her face lights up at the realization, “you’re right.”

“If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?” Spencer asks.

“I regret not screaming at my ex before I disappeared but I wanted to live.”

He hums, understanding how it feels. “There isn’t anyone in specific I’ve wanted to tell this to, but I wanted to kill people when I was in prison. It made me really angry being in there and I let myself dream about killing people who hurt me and then I almost did kill someone.”

“Remember what you said about bad guys?” She whispers a helpful tip, “even the worst people deserve to have a chance at life. And you’re not hardly as bad as the worst people you’ve met.”

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Thank you.”

“This place burns down, what’s one thing you’d run back inside for? Outside of people and animals…” she asks the 3rd last question.

“The book Maeve gave me.”

“The girlfriend who died?” She confirms, and he nods. “If my place with Penelope burned down, I just want my necklace and I don’t take it off that often.”

“The next question is interesting,” Spencer thinks about it, “Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing, and why?”

“I’m glad I wasn’t at the mall with my parents, if I saw them get shot it would hurt more,” she whispers. “I’m sorry you had to see Maeve die like that.”

“In a way, I’m glad I saw Maeve get shot, otherwise I wouldn’t have believed it. She never felt real to me and then she was dead…”

She just hums, “Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it,” she whispers the last question.

“Also, ask your partner to reflect to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen,” Spencer adds in the second half.

“I need to find a place to stay now that I’m here, I don’t want to keep living with Penelope. As much as I love her, I want my own place,” Y/N admits.

“I think I’m in love with this girl that I just met and I don’t know if it’s too soon to ask her to look for a house with me?” Spencer pretends to sigh, “she’s super cool and I think we’d make some nice kids. I would love some advice.”

“Has she told you she loves you yet?” She teases.

Spencer shakes his head. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Spencer,” she replies, leaning in one more time to kiss him.

It’s deeper this time, she breathes him in and rests her forehead against his as she breathes between them.

“How did that work?” She whispers, truly amazed at how easy it was.

He shrugs, “it’s a good questionnaire.”

“You were really honest, your heart is really pure and I would like to get to know you more, but I feel like I know everything?” She shakes her head while she talks, overthinking all the things she has learned, “I don’t even know what could be left?”

“My birthday is October 28th?” He whispers, “we have a lot to discover yet.”

—

When she doesn’t come home in the morning, Penelope knows she’s at Reid’s house. She just doesn’t expect to walk in and find them naked in Reid’s bed, out cold and cuddled together with their clothes all over the room.

It looks like something happened. If only she knew the truth.

“Oh my god?” Penelope’s voice wakes them up and Spencer scrambles to make sure they are covered by his blankets.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N shouts as she wakes up.

“I came to see if you were okay. I expected one of you to be on the couch, I didn’t think it went this good?”

“We just slept in the same bed, I promise,” Spencer turned bright red as he panicked, “we just got to know each other and talked all night, in what we normally sleep in.”

“Uh-huh,” Penelope smirks, “so I take it the 36 questions worked?”

“Perhaps,” Y/N smirks back at her sister.

“Do you use it on many people?”

“No one has made it past the first question,” she smiles at him instead, kissing his cheek as Penelope watches.

“That’s my queue to go, um… yeah, wow, I didn’t see this happening so fast,” Penelope is shocked but in the best way.

She leaves just as fast as she arrived and Y/N settles back into Spencer the second she closes the bedroom door. “You know, if she’s not going to believe us we might as well do it? If you accidentally get me pregnant then we can move fast and no one will question it.”

He laughs, “accidentally, is the key word there.”

“My parents made me at prom after crushing on each other for 2 years… I think knowing each other for 2 days isn’t the weirdest way to start a family?”

“Honestly,” Spencer lets out a sigh and her happy mood drops to a more serious one. “I was a little worried that we’d wake up this morning and you’d change your mind.”

“Why?”

“In the heat of the moment, learning everything about each other and saying I love you was really exhilarating, but I have a hard time believing it,” he admits, “not many people mean it, or stay around after they tell me they love me.”

She cuddles back into the crook of his neck and holds him as tightly as possible, wrapping a leg around him for optimal coverage, “I am staying right here, because I love you, Spencer.”

“Okay,” he whispers. Sounding like he still doesn’t believe it.

“I love you because you’re honest, you want what I want and you’re truly kind. You’re friends with my sister, you’re smart, you would make a great dad, you won't hurt me, you are really nice to cuddle with, and I know you mean it when you say you love me because it’s not a word you use lightly.”

“Are you my girlfriend now?” He wonders aloud, “cause if you really want to have a kid, I have my mom's old wedding ring in my closet, and I would rather be married to you before we do that?”

“Okay,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she hides her face in his neck, “the courthouse is literally just down the road?”

“We can get breakfast together after?” Spencer adds, rubbing her back as they plan, he wasn’t scared anymore.

“Penelope will kill me if she’s not there, can we have her as our witness?” Y/N finally sits up to look at him, pulling away to sit on the bed, still shirtless.

His smile while he tries to keep eye contact with her is so funny, she giggles a little as she hides her nipples behind her palms and cups her boobs.

“I’m pretty sure she’s still in my living room,” Spencer giggles, “Penelope!?”

She comes back in then, “yes?”

“We’re going to the courthouse to get married, wanna come?” Y/N asks with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes!” She cheers, “I’ll go get you a dress!”

And then she’s off again, this time actually leaving Spencer’s apartment. “What if we don’t tell Derek, and let him hit on me next week anyway?

“Then you can say ‘sorry I have a husband,’ and he’ll body slam me to the floor,” Spencer laughs nervously, “the whole team is going to be so pissed they missed my wedding…”

She frowns, “send out a mass text, tell them to meet us at the court house, it’s their day off right?”

“You’re right,” he smiles.

This was going to be interesting.

—

Walking out of the courthouse, hand in hand, she’s in a white dress, he’s in a suit he’d probably wear to work, Penelope is crying and the whole team is waiting outside for them.

At the bottom of the courthouse steps, they all clap and cheer, throwing rice at them like an old movie, Spencer’s smiling so hard his cheeks are burning. Y/N introduces herself to everyone, hugged over and over by everyone she should have met 15 years ago.

Derek is tapping his foot, waiting for Spencer to come and hug him, “what the fuck?” He asks as Spencer steps into his space, wrapping his arms around him and shaking his back and forth.

“Nice try, I’ll give you $20 as a thank you,” Spencer teases as he pulls away. “She is perfect.”

JJ and Will are busy talking to Y/N when he turns around, Mike and Henry not far behind them. Spencer walks over and wraps Henry up in his arms, the kid was growing way too fast, Spencer loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

“Y/N, this is my godson,” Spencer introduces them, “Henry, this is Y/N.”

She gives him a big hug too, “do you have any cousins, Henry?”

“No, but I was 8 when Michael was born,” he smiles, “and I’m getting old enough to be a good babysitter?”

Spencer laughed, messing up Henry’s hair quickly with a smile, “I’m sure by the time you’re a cousin you’ll be great.”

They take a group photo outside, Spencer and Y/N in the middle, everyone was smiling. It was the first time all of them had been in a photo together, the entirety of Spencer’s found family. Now they were Y/N’s too.

She hyphenated her last name, Y/N Garcia-Reid, and their kids would share the same one. He was not only about became a father thanks to Y/N, but Penelope would also become an Aunt once more. It was like a gift that kept on giving, seeing Spencer and Y/N create a little family of their own.

—

She cried her eyes out when she met Diana. She wasn’t expecting to be so emotional, but then Diana was lucid and very welcoming and sweet.

“It’s going to be a pleasure having you as my daughter,” Diana smiles, thinking it was just a nice thing to say.

Y/N cries and holds her so tight Diana almost can’t breathe but she lets her hold her as long as she needs to, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome?”

“I haven’t had someone to call mom since I was 14,” Y/N whispers, “if that’s okay?”

Diana hugs her just a little too tight in response, “you can call me mom whenever you want.”

“Just until you become a grandma,” she whispers again as she pulls back and Diana’s attention snaps to Spencer.

“Are you trying?”

He nods, “we want kids, we’re not getting any younger.”

Diana wraps him up in a hug and he almost falls off his chair at the sheer force of it, she was so happy for him. She knew this was all he’s ever wanted; because he would be good at it, he had all this love in his heart, and he wanted to show his father how easy it is to stay.

“You’re going to be a great dad, Spencer,” she holds his cheeks as she pulls away, “I’m proud of you.”

He cried. It’s all he’s wanted from her, and now he has everything right here in this room.

—

When they find out they’re pregnant after the first try, it’s really funny to them. It was all working so well, it was a little too much for them at first. They were looking for a house, she was looking for a permanent teaching job but Spencer convinced her to wait until after the baby is born to go back.

They name her Morgan Garcia-Reid as a thank you for Derek’s little bet, and before she’s even 6 months old they’re pregnant again. By the time they have 4 kids under 5 they take a break and just enjoy their little family.

To think Derek gave them 7 days to fall in love… and then they lived happily ever after.

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awakeshedreams · 3 years

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sugar and spice ( 1 )

pairing : resident bad boy!jjk x model student!reader

setting : highschool!au x stepbrother!au

summary :

a messy highschool!au x stepbrother!au where model student reader who has quite a few dirty little secrets sees her world take an unexpected turn when her mother comes home one day with an engagement announcement, to the father of none other than the school's resident bad boy.... Jeon Jungkook.

genre : smut, for laughs, kinda pornish, slow burn with collosaly overwhelming sexual tension

rating: soft m ( for now ) due to adult content

warnings : unconventional relationship of sexual nature, tropes and clichès, teenagers partaking in porn-esque activities, made up things with made up people happening in a made up world, don't like don't read XD

wordcount : 2.3K

a/n : i've been fighting in a long standing war and I have lost. the man known as jeon jungkook had his foot on my neck for years and today, I have finally submitted to my fate and surrendered to his reign.

yes. after a hundred years, i'm writing again. specifically, writing for bts. particularly, writing for jungkook. its been a long time coming.

life just took over and I transitioned into an adult and kind of grew out of the state of mind I was in before. but. sigh. jeon jungkook has been tormenting me the whole time. it was only a matter of time before i relapsed honestly.

so here I am again. in mind, body and spirit, a different person from who I was before but still the same in the sense that with the way bts have my whole heart, jk will always be the demon in the corner of my room that I invite to bed for a cuddle even though it's (probably really) not good for me.

do not misconstrue. I love him more than I can say. but. sigh. he has me in a chokehold, loves. please try to understand where I'm coming from.

anyways, enough with this ranting. you all came here for the nitty gritty so let me not hold you hostage with my dilemma rambling any longer. here's to the first bts fic i've posted in literal years. introducing- sugar and spice.

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Unless they told someone, no one would have been able to guess it.

At school they were complete strangers.

She was the nice head girl with a clean record, all smiles and straight A’s. He was the mysterious bad boy with a track record, all tatted up with bruised knuckles.

She wore plaid skirts with neat pleads in them and pastel sweaters with bows at the collar. He wore jeans with rips in them and leather jackets with studs.

They couldn't have been any more different.

As far as anyone was concerned, they existed on two extreme ends of a vast spectrum.

What they didn't know was that they shared a dirty little secret.

You were a girl with many dirty secrets.

For instance, you used to sell nudes online. It was a side hustle you did.

Not because you needed money.

Your mom was a renowned doctor so there was more than enough of that in your life.

Not because you needed validation from people online either.

Even without the constant compliments and the praises you knew you were visually blessed with a pretty face and a nice body too.

All things considered, you simply thought you had a nice pair of tits and you took pictures of them sometimes.

Posting the shots you snapped online came much later when you heard about this website where people were getting paid crazy money for posting racy things.

‘It’s just so degrading…’ It was one of your friends, June, who sneered, pretty nose scrunched up. She fixed her long ponytail and rolled her brown eyes while looking in the mirror at her locker. ‘Who would do such a thing, am I right?’

She said this, but June was the girl who has slept with more boys than she could count on her two hands. And those were the ones she told you about.

Like every other time, you said nothing. Even when it carried on to lunch with the rest.

‘Pretty desperate if you ask me.’ Mei the stellar track runner shrugged casually as she stretched her limbs like routine.

‘Where are their parents?’ Nina the library nerd shook her head in disapproval as she fixed her glasses so it sat right on the bridge of her nose.

‘Um… I don’t think it’s … appropriate… to talk about ….’ Kiko the one who always carried a cross and bible around mumbled into her sleeve.

All your friends spoke of it in derision and repulsion of course. This was a school for proper children so they were proper girls. At least they were supposed to be.

Regardless the conversation sparked a curiosity in you.

So you made an account and uploaded your first picture. Nothing bizarre. Just your tits in a pretty lace bra.

You made sure to keep your face out of the frame because that was the smart thing to do and you were nothing if not the smartest student in school.

In all honesty, you weren’t expecting anything out of it. In fact, in between work with student council and tutoring your juniors with finals right around the corner, you even forgot about it for an entire month.

It was by a complete whim that you decided to open the app while you’d been unwinding at your desk following a tedious day at school.

To say you were amused by the response you found waiting for you would have be a grave understatement.

You were staring at the four figure digit that now sat in your bank account.

Reading through the comment section was even more interesting.

There were all sorts of people there who had all sorts of things to say. Ranging from honestly sweet to downright dirty.

You had never been brought to tears laughing in her life before until then.

It was just so funny to see people misbehave and lose their minds over a pair of tits.

From then on it just sort of became a thing.

But that wasn't the worse of your secrets.

You were making a name for yourself on the crude web months later.

The next step was naturally to move from making taking pictures to making videos. Since you was already in too deep you didn’t see why not.

So you upgraded and opened another account. An amateur one where your touched yourself for an audience.

You were no prude.

You might have never been touched by a boy before but you had touched yourself plenty times. Stress and frustration came hand in hand with being head girl. Since you couldn’t quite vent it out at the annoying troublemakers at school, this was your second best option.

Third was watching porn, but that was mostly when you were extremely bored.

But that wasn’t where that little endeavor ended.

Later on it became a lot more risqué.

It all started when your mom hit you with a marriage announcement.

She met a guy on her business trip who she really liked and she was convinced he was the one.

Your mom had a tragic history of being a bad judge of character.

You’ve had this conversation at least five times since you became old enough to understand that boys and girls who were just friends didn’t kiss and sleep with each other.

Most times, it felt like she was doing it because she thought you needed a dad around.

You might have once, when you were younger and your mom was too busy with work to be there. But she worked from home these days and you were soo busy with school to worry about things like that.

This time it was like she was doing it for her. You were glad.

Your mom looked genuinely happy when she spoke about this guy.

Who were you to get in the way?

She spent almost the whole weekend in the kitchen. It was the longest you’ve seen her in there in your entire life.

She was excited for the dinner on Sunday.

Mr Jeon was the name of the chosen man.

He was coming over with his kid. A son, his only family. His wife passed away years ago.

You wore the dress your mom picked out for you, something cream in color and off the shoulders that brushed your knees. She looked pretty in her champagne dress. It was different from the office slacks and loose blouses you were used to seeing her in.

You stood by her at the door while the guests came through.

Lifting your head from a polite bow, you found herself staring straight into an achingly familiar pair of glinting dark eyes and went completely still.

‘Sweetie,' Your mother said sounding delighted, a soft hand on your stiff shoulder. 'This is Mr Jeon and his son Jungkook.’

Ah. Fuck.

‘Jeon dear, this is my daughter. Isn’t she lovely?’

Dinner was a mild affair, with small talk and the occasional clinking of cutlery on fine china.

From the outside looking in, you probably looked the picture perfect family already.

Only if no-one looked close enough.

Arms crossed, tongue in cheek. Your discomfort could be detected from miles away.

The two adults were oblivious.

The dark eyed boy with the slightest wave to his nape touching, brow grazing, ear covering onyx hair sat across you though; he took note of this with a passing glance and wordlessly returned to his food.

Jeon Jungkook had a countenance that betrayed his reputation.

Even though you’ve never talked, you knew plenty about him and you were sure he knew a lot about you too.

You went to the same school.

Dressed as he was in a crisp white dress shirt buttoned at the wrist and dark tailored pants with a fine belt on, it might have been hard to tell what kind of person he really was.

You lifted her gaze from your plate to look study him wordlessly, idly twisting the noodles with your fork.

People either called him the black sheep or the dark cloud but for you, Jeon Jungkook was the school’s resident lone wolf.

He smoked in the secluded areas on campus, sometimes playing his guitar. Beat up people who got on his nerves, sometimes using his guitar. Slept in class the rare times he was there, many times on his guitar.

Being his senior, you had never seen any of any of that for yourself. But you received plenty reports weekly to come to a sound conclusion.

There was no way people hated him enough to join hands in solidarity and make this all up.

It was quite the contrary actually. He had an alarming number of fans.

On the surface level you couldn’t see why. Most times you saw him, he looked bored out his mind and honestly, intimidating.

Maybe it was the tattoos. Or the ripped skinny jeans. Or the leather jackets with studs.

Maybe it was the domineering height and fit frame and structured face.

Maybe it was the intense dark eyes or the silky ruffled hair.

Even then, you failed to see the irresistible appeal in him. All those things that made him up only added to his unapproachable aura.

Bottom line was, he was bad news.

You didn’t want to be a spoil sport.

But how much of a thug your mom’s boyfriend’s son was shouldn’t be something that would make her like him less.

They were both their own people. Right ?

It was just that you just didn’t want her to be shocked and devastated if something happened later. When it happened.

Yet it seemed the serious conversation would have to wait.

After dinner your mom suggested you head to the living room to chat over wine and cheese.

You stayed back to do take out the dishes.

Earlier, your mom had stood to do it instead at first.

‘Don’t bother with that, dear.’ She reached for the plates in your hands. ‘Let me do it.’

‘It’s okay, mom.’ You smiled a little. ‘This is your night. I’ll meet you in the living room.’

'Sweetie...' Your mom looked close to tears. ‘But there’s so much of it…’

‘Jungkook,’ his father's voice had cut through the moment. He was a serious man in a crisp suit with a stoic countenance. His voice was just naturally authoritarian without him trying ‘Give her a hand.’

Jungkook stood, almost robotically.

‘It’s fine.’ You said. Politely. Nicely. Tightly. ‘I can handle this much.’

You left without another word.

That had been moments ago and now you were done with cleaning.

You stood at living room entrance for a while, taking in the scene.

The two adults were exchanging moon eyes and whispering in each other’s ears at the love seat.

Jungkook was sitting on a solo seat, but he was on his phone, completely unbothered by what was happening.

Your mom seemed to think it was the perfect time to pull out the photo album right then and there upon seeing you.

It was embarrassing but at least you knew you didn’t have to worry about the pictures spreading at school.

Jungkook was looking, picking up a picture occasionally to rove over, but he wasn’t the type to do that.

He also wasn’t the type to stare but you felt his glance shifting to you and lingering multiple times.

Once, you caught his eyes and he just stared at you across the coffee table wordlessly with a curious tilt to his head, idly flipping a picture of you dressed as a knight in glitter shining armor for Halloween at eight in his hands.

Honestly, it was starting to get annoying.

But you endured. For your mom’s sake.

Your alarm went off at exactly ten.

As subtly as you could, you excused yourself with an apology to the guests, saying you weren't really feeling well.

In hindsight you probably should have used a better excuse.

Your mom was notorious when it came to worrying, especially when it comes to your health.

Also, you probably should’ve locked the door before undressing just for good measure since people were over.

But in the moment, you were too busy setting your camera up where you were kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed to be concerned about that.

That day you were testing out a new toy.

Distractedly, you took note of a couple of people asking you if that was your boyfriend’s shirt you had lifted over your tits.

You ignored them.

Couldn’t a girl own an oversized tee without getting any flack?

Trivial comments like that aside, a good majority of the audience are fawning over how wet you were and how perfect you bouncing tits look being played with.

Your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut.

You were sitting there, knees raised to your chest and legs splayed, your gushing pussy in full display where the toy was stuffed deep into her tightness, vibrating pleasantly.

‘I’m close…’ you mumbled throatily, squeezing your tits and pinching your stiff nipples in between your moving fingers. You moved your hips move faster, feeling the toy buzz against fluttering walls. You took a hand off one of your tits to rub at your engorged clit. ‘Fuckfuckfuck…’

Deep in your high, you didn’t hear the door open and close with a foreboding click.

You only heard your name being called by a deep, smooth voice through the heady haze.

Instantly you stilled.

When you snapped your head to look over her shoulder Jungkook was there, hands in his pockets, leaning against your doorframe with his sleeves drawn up to his elbows, muscle roped, inked skin on full display.

When he tilted his head to the side a little, appraisively, you dared to say as a quaking chill ran down your spine and your entire body felt like it was about to burst into flames, a bit of his hair fell over his face.

His eyes were like two black in the dark as he took you in, dragging his gaze up and down your exposed body languidly.

In the back of your mind, you wished the ground would part and swallow you whole.

‘Your mom,' he starts, capturing your attention wholly, dark gaze finally flickering to your face, his voice suddenly lower, hoarser. ‘She sent me over to check on you.’

It took you a moment to realize where you were, who you were, who he was.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dropped over your head.

Jeon Jungkook, the school's resident trouble maker, soon to be your step brother, just walked in on you fingering yourself in in front of a recording camera.

Well. Yeah.

You gulped.

You were royally fucked.

depending on the response I get I might ( most probably will ) delete this. not because I'm ashamed of my work. because I'm embarrassed of myself. I really swore to never write again and here I am. sigh. yes, I have seen my previous works and noticed just how terrible they were and this is a big reason why. so sorry for putting you through that. a million apologies.

also, that's right. I have adopted a new style which might not be to everyone's liking. another reason why.

anyways, if you liked this filth ( i know it seems mild but I can tell you it's very likely gonna get worse ) please idk uh... fuck this isn't ao3. hm.

like and drop by in the ask box if you liked it and want to see more. it makes me happy. its like serotonin fuel to me.

have a nice day. see you next time ( maybe ). stay fresh. yeah. 💜💜.

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jaaneedo3 · 2 years

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Love and Other Dogs: Part 4

Paring: singledad!chrisevans x femalereader

Warnings: some angst? Mentions of sex, assumed to be unprotected. Period talk.

OFC: Alice, as your best friend. It seemed easier. That’s laziness on my part

It’s been about a month since you had gone to the Evans’ for dinner. A month since you had spent the night with Chris. In that month not much has changed. Chris and Ollie had gone to new student orientation. He felt a little better about letting Ollie go to school, Ollie on the other hand was more than excited. You still meet every Saturday at the park and go to lunch. Ollie absolutely loved Hank just like you had told Chris he would. The paparazzi had died down a good bit. You guys were boring, you did the same thing every Saturday. Park, lunch, go your separate ways. What they had failed to pick up on was the more time you were spending with Chris and Ollie at their house. Afternoons together, dinners, movie nights, camp outs in the backyard. You and Chris would steal kisses whenever Ollie wasn’t looking. You guys weren’t rushing into anything. You hadn’t even been on a proper date. You guys were taking things nice and slow. You may have been with each other a time or two more. Once in the pool late at night after you put Ollie to bed. You guys had enjoyed a nice glass of wine and one thing led to another. Maybe once in the kitchen. Ollie had just gone down for a nap and you were helping Chris clean up from lunch tension had been building all day. Little touches, whispered comments, anything to drive him crazy. He had finally had it once Ollie was asleep. Dodger was happy to finish the grilled cheese that ended up on the floor. Maybe three more times, like now in the shower together. It started off very innocent, but there was just something intoxicating about the other that drove you both nuts. Chris’ hand over your mouth to help keep you quiet, trying not to wake the sleeping boy down the hall. Once finished and actually clean you laid in bed your head on Chris’ chest. You tried not to make a habit of staying the night. You didn’t want to sleep too late and be there when Ollie got up in the morning, but the boys would be away for a week and you were gonna dog sit Dodger. So Ollie knew you were spending the night, just in the guest room and not in his dad’s. You guys hadn’t explained anything to him yet and you guys weren’t really sure what there was to explain to him.

“I can’t believe you guys are gonna be gone for a week.” You whispered tracing shapes into his chest. He absentmindedly ran his fingers up and down your bare back. “It’ll fly and then we’ll be home for Ollie’s birthday! You’ll get to meet my family and I’ll get to meet Alice!” You were quiet. You were terrified to meet his family, mostly because you didn’t know what you guys were. Dating? Friends with benefits? It was kinda confusing. You would be introduced as a friend, but it felt like more than that to you. “Don’t be nervous, they’re gonna love you!” He kissed your head. You sat up, wrapping the blanket around you. Chris gave you a questioning look. “What’s up bubba?” He tucked some hair behind your ear.

“What is this?” You motioned between you two, not looking up to meet his stare. He was silent. “I’m not trying to rush anything.” You finally looked up at him. “I just am feeling all these feelings and I want to be on the same page as you so that neither one of us is ahead of the other.” You played with the blanket not looking at him again. “I’m meeting your family next week.” He was still quiet. “I’m sorry this was silly.” You waved it off going to get up and get dressed. Before you could get out of bed Chris caught your wrist and pulled you into him. He held you for a moment playing with your hair.

“I think I really like you. A lot. Ollie is in love with you. I want to do this right, I want to take you out when we get back. On a real date, with grown up foods. Not grilled cheese or nuggets.” He chuckled, making you laugh too. “Oliver would love to spend the night at Grandma’s or Uncle Scott’s. We can go out after his birthday and figure this all out” you nodded your head in agreement. “Okay.” Chris brought your face to his and gave you a sweet kiss that gave you butterflies. “You should get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you.” You pecked him on the lips again. You both settled into bed, wrapped up in each other. Chris was out pretty quickly. Soft snores coming from him. You however couldn’t sleep. Thinking about them being gone, across the country, for a week had your stomach in knots. Meeting his family made you feel sick with nerves. You laid there and really tried to fall asleep. Turning one way then the other. Trying your best not to wake Chris. He did pull you closer a few times to try and get you to stop moving. You would whisper sorry and he would be back asleep. After two hours of not being able to sleep you wiggled out of his grasp, got dressed as quietly as possible and slipped out of the room making your way to the kitchen. Dodger’s head perked up as you came down the stairs. “It’s just me.” You whispered. He laid his head back down and let his tail wag. It was 3:00 am. The boys would be up at 5:00 to get ready to leave by 6:00. You quietly got a pot of coffee together. Pouring yourself a nice big cup once it was done.

“Come on bub, let's sit outside.” You called you Dodger who was more than happy to keep you company. You sat on the patio enjoying the cool morning air. It was gonna be hot today, one of the last weeks of summer and every day was supposed to be a hot one.

“I think me and you will be spending a lot of time in the pool this week.” You looked at Dodger who looked like he'd jump in the pool now if you let him. The two of you sat and just enjoyed the fresh air. Taking a deep breath and blowing it out slowly you stood up and headed into the house Dodger trailing behind. “Let’s make the boys some pancakes!” You whispered to the dog. You quietly moved about the kitchen whipping up some chocolate chip pancakes and frying up some bacon. You heard the shower turn on signaling it’s 5:00 and Chris was up getting ready. You washed some fruit and started to plate their food when Chris came down with a very sleepy Ollie in his arms.

“Good morning sleepy head.” You brushed Ollie’s hair back.

“It’s still dark out.” He buried his head into Chris’ chest. You chuckled, scratching up and down his back. Chris sat Ollie on the island cutting up his pancakes. You smiled at Chris handing him a cup of coffee. “Thank you.” He leaned against the counter and sipped it. You chuckled at Ollie who was trying to eat a piece of bacon but falling asleep while doing so.

“Where’d you go?” Chris whispered watching Ollie.

“I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t want to wake you.” You whispered back. Ollie was asleep sitting up with a piece of bacon in his hand. You set your coffee down and went to reach for him. Chris stopping you, pulling you back, his lips finding yours for a quick, but sweet kiss. You smiled at him, rubbing your noses together before giving him another quick kiss.

“Come here sweet boy.” You took Ollie’s bacon from his hand and picked him up, holding him close to you. He snuggled in, going back to sleep.

“Thanks for breakfast.” He said his mouth full of food. “What do you have planned for the week?”

“Hhhm, I promised Dodger lots of pool time.” You chuckled as Dodger perked up. “If it’s okay I’ll invite Alice over to swim too”

“Oh course!” Chris cleaned up his plate, “oh put those in a baggie for him, he’ll be hungry.” You stopped Chris from eating Ollie’s pancakes. Chris pouted but followed your instructions. “Where’s your breakfast?” Chris looked around. “Oh, I’m not too hungry. My stomach is uneasy. I think I’m nervous for you guys to go.” You tried to smile but your lip quivered.

“Oh, bubba.” Chris pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You sniffled, wiping the few stray tears away. “We’ve just seen each other everyday for like the last month. It's gonna be so weird.” You pulled Ollie closer to you.

“We’ll FaceTime everyday.” Chris wiped another tear away. “A week will fly!” You nodded.

“I’m also gonna pick up some stuff for his party and get the cake ordered and pick up the food.” You glanced at the clock on the wall, 5:45. The car to take them to the airport would be there in 15 minutes. “You don’t have to do any of that.” Chris shook his head. “No. I know. I just need something to fill my time.” You shrugged. “Is he going in his pj’s? The car will be here soon.” Chris nodded, finishing his coffee “I think he’ll be more comfy on the plane that way.” Chris rinsed his mug and put it in the dishwasher and went to go grab their bags.

“Time to wake up sweet baby.” You whispered in Ollie’s ear, kissing his head a few times trying to wake him up. He shook his head, holding onto you tighter. You kissed all over his cheek, into his shoulder, tickling his sides. Giggles erupted from him as he wiggled around. You stopped and sat him on the counter. He gave a big stretch and rubbed his eyes with a sleepy smile on his face.

“Mornin’.” He said playing with your necklace.

“Excited to go to California?” You brushed his hair out of his face. Ollie looked up at you with tears in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. “I wanna stay wiff you.” The tears began rolling down his cheeks. Your own tears threatened to fall again.

“Oh bubba, you’ll have so much fun with dad and uncle Robby, and aunt Scarlet and everyone else.” You wiped his tears, brushing a few of your own away so he didn’t see.

“I wanna stay here.” He cried harder hugging you. You held him, letting him cry. Telling him it was gonna be okay and that he would have so much fun.

“Hey what’s the matter?” Chris asked softly, returning to the kitchen with their bags. Both you and Ollie were crying.

“I’m sorry.” You said to Chris who just pulled you both to him. “He’s having trouble leaving.”

“I wa-wanna stay wiff Y/N” Ollie hiccuped.

“Come here.” Chris said softly, trying to take Ollie.

“Noo!” Ollie flailed his arms around trying to keep Chris away crying harder.

“Hey hey hey.” You whispered into his ear. “It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” You rocked him back and forth. Chris’ phone rang, you knew it was the driver letting him know it was time to go.

“Bubba, you have to go with daddy, everyone is so excited to see you and daddy told me he’s gonna take you to Disneyland.” He shook his head no. He had stopped crying but didn’t want to let go of you. “Want me to walk you to the car and buckle you in?” He nodded, his face buried in the crook of your neck. “I have chocolate chip pancakes for you.” You grabbed the baggie off the counter. “Daddy tried to eat them but I stopped him.” He sat up taking the bag from you. “That’s my big boy.” You smiled, putting him in his car seat and buckled him in.

“Your gonna have so much fun, bring me and Dodger back some Mickey ears okay?” You stroked his cheek. He nodded munching away on the pancakes. You kissed his cheek and went to shut the door.

“Wait!” Ollie called after you.

“What’s up buttercup?” You asked with a smile.

“I wub you.” Ollie gave a big cheesy grin, chocolate all over his mouth. Your mouth slightly fell open. “I love you too” you smiled at him. Kissing his cheek a few more times making him laugh. It was true you did love him. With your whole heart. You said goodbye again successfully being able to shut the door this time. You turned around still a little shocked and nervous about how Chris was gonna react.

“You okay?” Chris asked, rubbing your arms. You nodded. “I told you he loved you.” He pulled you into a hug. “You heard?” You looked up at him. He smiled with a nod.

“You handled that so well.” Chris let out a relieved sigh rubbing your back, not letting you go just yet. “Did I? I cried.” You laughed at yourself. “I really don’t know what’s got me so emotional”

“It’s us Evans men getting you all worked up.” He beamed. Rolling your eyes you gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You better get going, you're gonna be late. Please let me know when you land.” He nodded, hugging you again, kissing your head. Finally letting each other go he climbed in next to Ollie and you watched them drive away.

‘Pull yourself together.’ You thought, running your hands over your face.

You and Dodger headed back in. You wanted to clean up the kitchen, nap, and then you would be ready to swim.

“Maybe we’ll leave the cleaning up for later?” You looked at Dodger then back at the mess in the kitchen. “Yeah we’ll do this later, let’s go take a nap!” You headed up the stairs Dodger followed closely behind. Climbing into Chris’ bed you got comfy, Dodger would normally lay at the foot of the bed, but today he made himself nice and comfortable right up against you. You played with his soft ears until you both fell asleep.

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You were woken up by your phone ringing, knowing the sun was now coming in through the window. You kept your eyes closed and patted around the bed for your phone. Finding it you peaked at it through squinted eyes. A FaceTime from Chris probably telling you they had landed.

“Y/N!” Ollie came into the picture. “We are swafe on the gwound!” You smiled relieved they made it safely.

“How was the plane ride?” You asked, adjusting yourself so both you and Dodger were in frame. “Dodger!” Ollie shouted, making Dodger bark in response. “It was good, I swept.” The small boy shrugged. “We’re in the car now to go to the hotel.”

“When is daddy taking you to Disneyland?” You asked “Daddy?” He looked over at Chris. “Yeah bub?” Chris looked up from the papers he was reading a large smile spreading across his face once he saw you and Dodger. “Hey.”

“Hi. When are you and this sweet boy going to Disneyland?” Chris flipped through some papers, “Wednesday.”

“Oooh that’s gonna be so fun! You’ll bring us Mickey ears back, right?” You asked Ollie. He nodded excitedly. “Want to see our room?” He asked, pointing the phone out the window to show you they were at the hotel. “I would love to see!”

“Okay bubba, can I hold the phone while I carry you in? There’s a crowd. I wanna cover you up.” Chris took the phone, setting it on the seat for a moment. There was rustling on their end as Chris undid Ollie’s buckles and picked him up. Chris picked the phone up and your two boys came back into view, only now Ollie was covered with his Dino blanket. Chris winked at you and blew you a kiss, you blew one back.

As soon as the car door was opened you could hear the screams and shouts. People asking for selfies, and autographs, high-fives. Choruses of ‘I love you’ and ‘Marry me’. You were upside down on the phone as Chris just held it like normal by his side as he walked by everyone into the hotel. You caught a glimpse of two as his hand swayed back and forth. There were tons of people. Fans and paparazzi, signs and cameras, questions flying a mile a minute. You could have sworn you heard your name once or twice. Chris ignored them all. Ollie stayed covered andthe phone stayed by his side till they were safe in their room.

“Ready?” Ollie asked free from his cover. “So ready!” The little boy bounced around. There was a nicely sized bathroom, a small wannabe living room with a decent TV, a small kitchen, and a separate room that had a king size bed.

“Daddy and I are gonna have a sleepober.” Ollie tried climbing up the bed but couldn’t quite get up there without Chris’ help. They stretched out on the bed and the three of you talked for a bit longer before Chris was needed for work things.

“Bye boys.” You smiled at them. “Byyyeeee” Chris and Ollie chimed together, Ollie giving kisses to the camera. This boy was gonna make your heart explode. You gave kisses back, and hung up. You laid in bed for a little longer, Dodger’s head resting on your stomach, you scrolled through instagram, finally returning to social media, not that you’ve posted anything but you’ve been silently creeping on all the platforms. Liking something here or there. You had gained a lot of followers since the media found out about you hanging out with Chris and Ollie. Your DM’s were still full of unopened messages that you had no intentions of opening. You still were very unsure of how they even found your socials, they didn’t even know your name. They were a scary powerful source. You sighed, locking your phone and giving Dodger some love.

“What do you think? Some lunch then pool?” Dodger’s tail started to wag. “Alright let’s go!” You both papped down the stairs. You got Dodger his lunch, you ate cold leftovers from take out last night, cleaning the kitchen in between bites. Propping your phone up to FaceTime Alice.

“Hey!” She answered the phone. “That’s not your kitchen.” You laughed at how observant she was. “No, I’m at Chris’.” She was up to date on everything that happened between you too and was more than excited to get to meet them next week. “I’m dog sitting Dodger, remember?”

“Oh oh oh, right! So are you calling to invite me over to swim?” Her smile grew. “I am, please bring wine!” You both laughed. Plans were made, you hung up and went to get ready. You had picked Dodger up a new life vest that was a shark. Giggling at the dog you snapped a picture for Chris and sent it, just as a text from Alice came through saying she was here.

“Ready to meet Alice?” You ruffled his fur and tan down the steps. Opening the door there stood your best friend, two bottles of wine in her hands.

“Let’s paarrtayy!” She shouted, making you laugh. “You’re such a goof” you pulled her in and you guys headed to the pool. Dodger wasted no time and hopped in. “He really does love the pool.” She chuckled. You grabbed two wine glasses and an assortment of cheeses, meats, crackers, and fruits. All store bought, still in their own packaging, you weren’t taking the time to make anything fancy. You guys poured some wine, ate some cheese and crackers, and just floated around the pool for a bit catching up, listening to music.

“I’m starving.” Alice said, you guys were now soaking up the sun drying off. “And I have to pee.” She scrunched up her face not wanting to move.

“What do you want to eat? I can order food.” You said and gave her directions to the bathroom.

“Something greasy, like cheese fries and pizza.” She said a little too excitedly, making you laugh. “With extra cheese on the pizza.”

“And light sauce.” You said with her, making her laugh and roll her eyes. Alice scurried off to the bathroom and you got busy ordering from your favorite local pizza place.

“Hey do you have a tampon?” Alice asked, coming back outside. “Aunt Flo snuck up on me” she rolled her eyes. Your eyebrows knitted together realizing that you didn’t have any, “no, I don’t. I’ve not needed them here.”

“You might want to get some, you know how we’re synced.” She looked through her purse for any kind of period product. “Ha!” She shouted excitedly holding up two tampons and a pad. “I’m gonna shower, I’m ready to relax and eat greasy food.” You nodded “Food is ordered, tampons added to the shopping list for tomorrow!” You added it to your shopping list, she was right you would be getting it either tonight or tomorrow and would need them. You cleaned up the wine and cheese and picked up Dodger’s life jacket that was drying in the sun.

“Come on bub, let’s get you some dinner!” Dodger hopped up beating you to the kitchen waiting at his bowl. You chuckled at him waiting tail going a mile a minute. “Such a good boy.” You sat his bowl in front of him and gave him the signal he could eat. Trash in the trash can, wine glasses in the dishwasher, you headed upstairs for a quick shower to wash off the chlorine before the food got here. You rummaged through Chris’ drawers for sweats and a shirt, just wanting to be able to smell his scent. You were really missing them. You took a quick snap and sent it to him

‘Looking good (;’ He texted back, then came a picture of him and Ollie at a late lunch making silly faces.The doorbell rang, quickly responding with a bunch of heart eye emojis and went to get your food. Alice beat you there. Closing the door as you made it down the last step.

“My treat!” She smiled.

You guys spent the rest of the night on the couch watching movies and eating very greasy, very delicious foods. You guys even ended up falling asleep on the couch. Dodger between you.

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