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thatgirlstrawberry · 1 year

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Teach Me?

Feb. Requests - 1

In which Spencer asks the reader for help after he buys a keyboard.

Warnings: Smut!!! Fluff, cute/awkward!Spence, making out, oral sex(m), soft dom!Spencer? Hair pulling?, protected piv sex(be safe y’all), lmk if I missed anything!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s breath shook as he dialed Y/N’s number. He bit his lip before inhaling deeply.

The phone rang twice before Y/N’s sweet voice filled his ears. “Hello?”

The man smiled. “H-hi, Y/N! It’s S-Spencer.” He spoke quickly. “Are you busy?” He asked. He knew she was at work at this moment. She worked at the music store across the street from his favorite coffee shop.

They met when she was getting coffee before having to go to work. Spencer insisted on walking her across the street after they’d talked for thirty minutes.

“Uh… not right now. I do have a kid coming in for a lesson in five minutes, though.” She said. Spence could tell she was smiling.

“I uh…” He cleared his throat. “I had a case the other day a-and then I went out and bought a keyboard because of this little boy that I worked with.” He started off. He wondered if he was talking too much, if he should just get to the point. “Uh… and this was an impulse decision because I don’t actually know how to play any musical instruments. I did try to play the trombone in high school but I got made fun of and-“

Y/N giggled quietly. “Spence, did you want me to stop by when I get off of work? I can teach you to play.”

Spencer smiled at her warm tone. “Yes, thank you. I would really appreciate that.” He nodded even though she could see him.

-at the music store-

“Okay, great! How’s your day going so far?” Y/N asked, leaning over the counter. She glanced up at the door when an elderly woman and her husband came in. She shot them a smile and they nodded at her.

Spencer cleared his throat. “I’m good, just doing paperwork today. I’m actually about to head home. How’s your day?” he asked.

Y/N sighed and looked down at the lesson sign up sheet. “Good. Though, I had a fourteen year old scream at me because she couldn’t figure out how to play Twinkle Twinkle little star.” She giggled.

She heard Spencer laugh. “Well I promise I won’t scream at you, Y/N/N.”

Y/N checked her watch and saw a boy and his mother coming in. “That’s good, Spence. Hey, look— I gotta go but I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yes- yeah, I’ll see you tonight.”

She said goodbye and hung up the phone, sliding it in her back pocket, waving at the boy and his mom. “Hey, Kevin! Ready to be a rockstar?”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer sped around his apartment making sure that everything was perfect and neat.

He didn’t have a bench to set in front of his new keyboard so he moved his coffee table into the kitchen and pulled the instrument in front of his couch.

He had also stopped at Y/N’s favorite Italian place and got dinner. He stopped in front of the door when he turned back and realized that this might have been too much.

Before he could scramble around again and unnecessarily move things, there was a knock at the door.

He silently cursed and shut his eyes. He exhaled deeply and opened the door with his eyebrows raised and a smile on his lips. “Y/N, thank you so much again for coming over.” He greeted.

“I couldn’t say no to my favorite guy!” She smiled, walking past him into the apartment. “And I got dinner from your favorite Chinese place.” She smiled nodding down at the brown paper bag in her arms. “I should have called and asked if you had eaten but- oh.” She stopped when she saw the containers from her favorite food place.

Spencer blushed as she turned around. “I- got dinner too.”

Y/N smiled. “Well who says we can’t have Spaghetti and fried rice?”

Spencer subtly admired her as she went to set the bag in the kitchen. “Why is your coffee table in the kitchen?” She giggled.

Spencer followed behind her, scratching the back of his neck. “I needed space for my keyboard, so I put it in front of my couch so we had space.” He finally got a good look at her outfit.

She wore a pair of really tight skinny jeans, that showed off the curve of her ass and hips perfectly and a loose red sweater. Spencer was glad she wasn’t looking at him because then she would have seen him visibly gulp as he gawked at her beautiful curves.

Y/N nodded and laughed. “Okay. Is it okay if we start after we eat? I didn’t get a lunch break because freaking Kevin couldn’t get the keys right.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically.

“Freaking Kevin.” Spencer joked, rolling his eyes as well. “Yeah, let’s eat.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N laughed as she finished her egg roll, looking away from Spencer who had his mouth dropped open in shock as they finished an episode of Hoarders on Netflix.

“She has cat poop in bottles!?” He exclaimed after chewing a meatball. Y/N nodded as she laughed, leaning against his shoulder.

After a moment more of laughter, the two quieted down and looked at each other. She cleared her throat and looked away from him. “Okay, tonight we’re gonna start with the letters that correspond with the keys.” She spoke. “It’s called a staff.”

Spencer nodded along, sitting up on the couch after turning the TV off. She scooted up and sat in the edge of the couch, looking back at Spencer.

“Wow, this has 88 keys.” She whispered with a smile. “Come here.”

Spencer immediately scooted up next to her and gazed at her as she let out a quiet breath. “Okay, start down here.” She smiled, reaching across Spencer to tap the very first key. “This key is A.”

The man held his breath as her arm brushed his chest. She pressed down on the key and began to move her fingers down. “Then, you just keep going down the keys until you stop at G. Then you start over.” She moved her arm back to her side slowly, almost teasingly.

“Uh… w- uh what are the black k-keys?” He asked, already getting flustered at their closeness.

Y/N chuckled. “These are sharps and flats.” She said pushing the black key closest to her. “Basically, it’s the sharp of whatever note to the left of it and a flat to whatever note to the right.”

“S-so if I play…” He pressed his finger down on the A key. “This one,” He pressed the black key to the right of it. “Is A sharp?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “Exactly!” She nodded, placing her hand on his bicep. “Now find… G, play that and then play G sharp.” She instructed.

He hesitantly did as he was told and Y/N hummed. “Perfect.” She smiled.

An hour later, Y/N yawned as she watched Spencer play notes painfully slowly. He noticed this and turned to her. “I’m sorry, are you tired?” He asked.

“Just a little bit it’s okay, I can stay.” She shook her head, her tired eyes betraying her.

Spencer shook his head as well. “No, it’s okay. And you’re working tomorrow.” He smiled. “Go home and get some rest.”

Y/N opened her mouth to object but Spencer raised his eyebrows. “Fine. But I’ll be back over tomorrow night and we’re gonna get down and dirty with this keyboard, okay?”

His heart skipped a beat when she smirked at him. “O-okay.” He nodded.

Y/N got up from the couch and made her way over to the door, Spencer following close behind. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Beethoven.” She winked.

Spencer gulped again, opening the door for her. “See you tomorrow, Y/N/N.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N bit her lip as she walked up the stairs to Spencer’s building. Her hands were sweaty so she kept running them along her gray tank top.

She wore tight black skinny jeans because she had caught Spencer eyeing her body in them the night before. She also wore a pair of black boots that laced up in the front.

When she met Spencer, a crush was born immediately. He walked her across the street to her job when they ran into each other (literally) at the coffee shop.

Now, he was one of her closest friends. But she just goes that they’d turn out to be more.

She approached his door and exhaled deeply as she stopped in front of it. She smiled and knocked on the door quickly.

She heard shuffling inside and a thud followed by a string of what was supposed to be quiet curse words.

“Shit! Fuck, ow! Mother fucking dick sucker!”

Y/N grimaced as she heard a loud sigh and heavy footsteps traveling towards the door.

It swung open and there stood Spence with sopping wet hair. “Y/N/N, hi.” He smiled, panting a bit.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Hey, Spence… what’s… uh what’s going on here?” Her eyes glanced at his dripping hair.

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower. I thought you would be here a little later. But come in!”

Y/N smiled as he stepped aside and she walked into his apartment. It was set up in the exact way it had been last night and she gasped. “Food!” She spun around after spotting a bag from The Cheesecake Factory.

Spencer chuckled. “And cheesecake.”

Y/N laughed. “Oh, I think I love you.” I do love you.

The man smiled and walked forward. She caught his eyes betraying him as they did a quick once over of her body and outfit. She inwardly celebrated and sat down on his couch.

She looked down at the keyboard and pressed a few keys before playing a simple song. It was the Barney theme song. When she was down, she looked up at Spencer. “That’s what you’ll be learning today.”

He chuckled. “We’re getting down and dirty with Barney?”

Y/N laughed out loud and sighed. “Yes, exactly. Now let’s sit and eat and watch another crazy reality show.” She patted the spot next to her and Spencer grabbed the bag of food and brought it over as she grabbed his remote control.

They ended up watching Love Is Blind for an hour and it had Y/N in a rather romantic mood. “She sighed as the second episode ended and looked over at Spencer who had been oddly quiet.

“Spence, are you okay?” She asked, sitting up. He looked down at her, a smile growing on his lips.

“Toni and Andrea are gonna end up getting married. They’re in love with each other.” He told her.

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “Do you think he’ll love her even with the big wart on her forehead?” She asked.

Spencer chuckled. “He’ll love her, wart and all.”

Y/N smiled and giggled. “Thank you for dinner.” She nodded. “I shall now pay you back in musical favors.”

The man nodded and they got situated on the couch when they were sitting, thighs touching— god her thighs.

Spencer thought. He just wanted to spread them open and bury his hea-

“Spencer?” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his particularly dirty thoughts and he cleared his throat. “Now that you’re back on earth, do you remember l- who am I kidding, you remember everything.” She rolled her eyes with a playful smile.

“Yeah-“

“Don’t you dare start bragging Spencer Reid.” She laughed, placing her hands over some of the keys on the keyboard.

Spencer laughed along with her and he watched her hands. “How are you gonna teach me this song?”

Y/N smiled. “I’m gonna play a couple notes, you copy me.”

She bit her lip when he nodded and began playing.

G, G, D, D, E, E, D

Spencer stared at her lips as they parted. When she looked at him, he quickly looked back down at the black and white keys. He shakily played the same pattern that Y/N had.

After he was done, he looked at her smile. “Good.” She said.

Something in the air shifted around them. Spencer’s hear word up. Y/N felt her breath hitch. “So… then you… um you play…”

She played the next 7 notes and looked up at Spencer. “So… you that’s C, C-“

She stopped when she went to play the note again at the same time Spencer did. He stared at her, she stared at him.

His eyes glanced down at her lips and they transformed into magnets. Their lips touched softly for a few seconds until Spencer pulled away. There was a blush on her cheeks and her eyes followed him as she looked away from her.

“I’m sorry. I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He shook his head. “I just… I really like you but I know you don’t like me like that—“

“Spencer—“

“And I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you a-and our time because I-“

“Spence, wait a sec-“

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. I understand if you want to leave.” He shook his head and finally forced himself to look at her. “Why are you smiling?”

Y/N’s grin widened. “Because you’re the smartest man in the world and a behavioral analyst yet you couldn’t tell that I’ve like you since we met.”

Spencer’s eyebrows raised a little. “Wha- you have?”

Y/N hummed and nodded. “Of course I like you. Have you met you?” She giggled.

Spencer smiled. “I… I just thought that I was imagining things-“

“Spencer,” Y/N spoke. He stopped talking. “Can you kiss me again?”

The man let his tongue dart over his lips and he leaned forward again, this time with some passion. His lips tangled with hers and his hands found the sides of her face. She gripped his shoulders and sighed into the kiss.

Spencer’s tongue darted out, pushing at her lips. She opened her mouth a little wider and let his tongue slide into her mouth.

She hummed one of his hands slid from her face to the Sid rod her neck and kept going down, stopping at the curve of her waist.

She was the first one to pull away. “Spence…” She bit her lip as she stared at him damn near panting.

He pulled her back in before sliding both hands down to pull her onto his lap. Her knees separated and now she was straddling him.

Her lips met the corner of his mouth before they trailed down to his jaw. “Do you know *kiss* how *kiss* long I’ve been waiting to *kiss* kiss you like this?” She asked.

Spencer squeezed her hips before they went even lower, resting under her thighs. “Trust me, it’s been the same.” He groaned. “Torture.” He whispered before grabbing her jaw gently and pushing his lips on hers.

Y/N was surprised. She didn’t think Spencer would take that kind of… power. She moaned into his mouth when the hand gripping her jaw fell between them and onto her thigh and he started to rub it softly.

Her hips subconsciously moved as the kisses deepened and sped up. Spencer grouped her hips again, helping them move across his lap.

She felt him grow hard and opened her eyes, pulling away. She lazily smiled at him as he continued to move her against him. “I can feel your friend down there.”

She thought this comment would make him blush and stutter but what he said next shocked her and gave her butterflies.

“And I can feel how wet you are even through these little jeans.”

Y/N blushed and he smiled. “Well, you are hot as fuck so it’s kinda hard to stay dry when your lips are on me.”

Spencer chuckled and her hands glided over his chest and then his shoulders. She bit her lip and stared at his beautiful, sexy face.

His fingers unbuttoned her jeans as he stared at her. “Is this okay?” He asked softly.

Y/N bit her lip so hard that she almost made herself bleed. “It so okay.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled and pulled down the zipper. “I love you in these jeans.” He told her. She lifted up so he could pull them down.

Y/N nodded and laughed breathlessly as she shimmied out of her pants. “Yeah, I know.” She shrugged. Spencer looked confused but leaned in to kiss her neck. “You might be the behavioral analyst but I so caught you staring at my ass last night.”

Spencer chuckled into her neck and he played with the lace hem of her underwear. He sucked on a spot repeatedly when he noticed how her body reacted.

Y/N moaned and let her hands fall into his curls as her hips resumed movement. “Spence…”

He hummed and licked the spot on her neck.

“Can I… can I do something for you?” She asked, a blush taking over her cheeks.

Spencer pulled his face out of the crook of her neck and looked at her. “What baby?”

Y/N swallowed and bit her lip. “Y’know…” She got off of Spencer’s lap in a swift motion. He grabbed her hips confused but he almost lost his composure when she got of her knees. “Can I?”

Spencer nodded. “Shit, Y/N.” He whispered when she smiled and reached for his belt. He swallowed as she undid it skillfully and placed her hands on his thighs.

Spencer lifted his hips and quickly pulled his pants off leaving him in his boxers. His hard dick pressed against the fabric.

Y/N maintained eye contact with him as she leaned forward and trailed her finger along the waistband of his boxers.

“Shit, Y/N. Don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned. Y/N gave him a look and quickly pulled his boxers down, audibly gasping.

“Holy fucking shit, Spencer.” She glanced up at his face.

Spencer was going to say something but his brain fogged the second he felt her hand wrap around the base of his cock and her lips on the tip.

“Fu- Y/N.” He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to see her lower her head down more, taking more of him into her mouth.

All while her eyes were still on his. Her nails dug into his thighs and he placed his hand on her head. “Fuck, such a good job.” He breathed out.

Y/N moaned around him and shut her eyes as he gripped her hair gently and helped her head go up and down.

She continued to suck for another minute before Spencer pulled her head up softly. She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. “Was that not good? I’m s-“

“No, baby.” Spencer shook his head, moving his hand to her chin and using his thumb to wipe her lips. “I was gonna come but I need you to finish first.”

Y/N blushed and licked her lips. “Me first?” He stood up, looking down at her.

“You first.” He nodded, pulling her off of her knees. “Always.” He kissed her heatedly, gripping her hair again.

She bit her lip as he grabbed her hips pulling her into him. “Do you have a condom?” Y/N asked, pulling away.

Spencer nodded, not being able to resist kissing her again. “Jump.” He whispered between kisses.

Y/N did as he told her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her up with his arms underneath her ass.

He carried her into his bedroom, lips never leaving each other’s. She whined softly when he put her down on his bed and walking away from her. She watched him walked over to his bedside table and opened it, searching around for a moment.

He pulled out a shiny golden packet and stuck it between his teeth. He crawled onto the bed where Y/N was watching him with a smile.

When he hovered over her, she snatched the condom from his teeth and pulled him down into a kiss, unbuttoning his shirt quickly. He let her pull the shirt off of him and thought it was unfair that she was still in her tiny little tank top.

He hummed and reached for her tank top, pulling it up and off as he was pulling away from her lips. Spencer groaned at the sight of her chest and shut his eyes. “You’re so sexy, baby.” He told her.

She bit her lip and tried to hide a smile. He kissed her again before paying attention to her panties. He pressed his fingers against the fabric making Y/N’s breath hitch. “Gotta take these off.” Spencer spoke.

She lifted her hips off of the bed and he pulled them off of her. “Jesus fu- oh my God, you’re so wet.” Spencer mumbled, damn near staring at her core.

He looked up at her. “Are you sure you want to do this? It’s okay if you don’t.” He nodded, his eyes softened.

Y/N smiled and pressed her hand against his cheek. “I’m sure. I want you more than anything.” He but his lip and took the condom back from her, opening it and sliding it on his length.

Spencer smiled and pressed his tip against her entrance, eliciting a gasp from her lips. He pressed his lips against hers as he pushed in slowly. She moaned into his mouth and squeezed his biceps.

This moment felt different. It felt softer, more passionate. Less like lust and more like love.

Spencer groaned into the kiss and pulled away slowly, staring at her closed eyes hoping they would open soon so he could look at her.

“Open your eyes, baby.” He told her quietly. “Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Y/N opened her eyes and met his as he chest heaved. He began to move slowly, sinking all the way into her before pulling out but not all the way.

He loved the way her mouth dropped open and her eyebrows creased. Sweet, sweet sound came from her.

“Fuck— Spencer!” She said closing her eyes again.

He grabbed her jaw. “Uh uh. Eyes open, pretty girl.”

Y/N opened her eyes right back up and bit her lip. “Faster. Please.” She mumbled.

Spencer snapped his hips a little faster. He let a hand come down between them and start rubbing her clit.

“Fuckin- tryin’ to kill me?” She asked breathlessly, through a smile.

Spencer chuckled and rubbed faster. “This feel good, baby?” He asked. She started nodding almost immediately letting out an incoherent word.

“Fuck, Spence— M’close.” She spoke, feeling the tightening in her lower stomach.

“Fuck baby— feel so good. So tight.” He spoke as she uncontrollably clench around him. “Y/N/N, I’m so close baby.”

Y/N let out breathy moans and dug her nails into his back. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby.” He whispered in her ear.

Y/N squeezed around him again before she released. She looked up at him as he kept thrusting into her. “You make me feel so good, baby—“ Spencer nodded as he filled the condom.

Y/N panted and smiled up at him as he squeezed his eyes shut, hips stuttering.

After a moment of silence, Spencer looked down at her with his chest heaving. He pulled out of her slowly and tapped her hip. “Come on.”

Y/N giggled. “Spencer, I don’t think I can fuckin’ stand.”

He smiled at her and pulled her up. He dragged her towards his bathroom and let go of her body when he went to turn on the shower.

Once he was done checking the temperature, he pulled her back to him and stepped inside the shower.

They showered, not speaking but just staying in each other’s presence. Y/N thought it was awkward at first but she settled in when Spencer helped her wash her body.

Hours later, Spencer had given Y/N a tshirt, a pair of his boxers and socks to put on since her clothes were dirty now.

She sat up in his bed, watching him read. Yes, they had talked to each other about the events of the hours before but it was weird.

After a moment, she heard Spencer sigh and he put his book down on his bedside table.

He turned to Y/N and held out his hand, scooting down to lay on his side. She smiled and grabbed his hand, using it to pull herself down to let next to him, cuddling into his side.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He spoke suddenly.

She furrowed her eyebrows and looked up at him. “F-for what?” She asked.

“I… I didn’t want you to feel… I don’t know, rushed?” He sighed. His voice was quiet.

Y/N shook her head. “No, no I didn’t feel rushed.” She told him. “Spencer, do you not understand that I really really like you?” She asked, smiling.

Spencer felt his heart speed up. Y/N had really really liked him. “I really like you, Y/N.” He nodded. “I want to take you out.”

“On a date?” She asked, her grin widening.

“On a date.” He nodded. “We can go out, we can eat, go see a movie and then I can kiss you. And then I can call you when you’re in bed later that night and tell you what a great time I had.”

Y/N giggled and his her face in his chest. “Okay. Take me out then, Spence. I would love that,”

The rest of that night was spent cuddling and talking and watching stupid reality shows until Y/N fell asleep.

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Thank you so much to @f-me-reid for this amazing request!!! I really enjoyed writing this one!

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Roadkill - Aaron Hotchner Imagine

Based around the season 4 episode 23 titled Roadkill! I am going through a rewatch right now and just watched this one!! Also I am trying to stick to the storyline of the episode, but obviously things will be a little different in how they play out 🤩 3.6K

"How do you feel about Oregon?" JJ asks immediately after I pick up on the third ring.

"I have a feeling I would like Oregon a lot more when it isn't 3:00a.m." I tease, sitting up in bed, already knowing whatever she's calling for is going to be bad enough to to call us in this early.

"Can you be in to the office to brief in an hour? Wheels are up around 4:30."

"I'll be there!"

We both get off the phone so we can pack our go bags and get the day started, although earlier for both of us then intended. I manage to take a fast shower by the time I get out my phone is ringing again, this time it's unit leader Aaron Hotchner.

"I assume you've been informed that we have a case and we're meeting shortly." Hotch has his stern, yet tired voice on.

"Yep, showered squeaky clean. I just need some coffee and I will be on my way!" I smile, wringing out the moisture that's still in my hair and put the phone on speaker to set it down on the bathroom counter.

"I actually just made too much, I'm on my way in now. I could bring you coffee." He offers.

I pause in my actions, surprised by the offer. Although I would've been a lot more shocked a couple weeks ago. When I started with the team Hotch was going through a divorce, but in recent weeks there's been a shift in our dynamic and I'm not sure I'm dreaming it up. It all started a couple weeks back when I dropped off some baked goods after a rare long weekend away from work for him and Jack since it was his weekend to have him. They invited me to stay and I spent the rest of the afternoon with the boys. By the end of the night I was calling him by his first name instead of 'Hotch' which was a new development. Ever since it's been small gestures and looks that tell me something is different.

I've been a part of the BAU for a couple years, growing in confidence and skill the more cases I get under my belt. I spent four years in the military as a designated marksman before continuing my training with the FBI, which lead me to the Counterterrorism Division, and then to the BAU.

"That sounds great actually." I grin. Bringing me coffee to work is another new thing. Aaron has been chattier, smiling more, but coffee is a new ball park.

"Alright, I will be in around twenty. Drive safe."

I mutter back a "you too" before we both hang up. As I make my way into the office I'm the first to reach the bullpen, I came a little early once I knew Aaron was going to be in. A traveling mug is sitting on my desk and I take a long sip. It's still hot, and it's exactly how I always make it. It's also the traveling mug he almost always can be seen with. I set my bag down by my desk before climbing up the stairs to Aaron's office.

"Good morning." I knock lightly on his open door, "Thank you for this. It's perfect."

He looks up from the folder in front of him and the frown leaves his face.

"I'm glad."

I take a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk. It'll be fifteen minutes before the rest of the team joins us. Hotch begins to fill me in on some of the details without going too much into it. We still have to brief as a team.

"I don't think I've ever heard of a vehicle being used as the weapon." I surmise.

"It's highly rare. I've never seen a case likely this first hand." Aaron admits and we discuss a few more aspects of the case.

Eventually the rest of the team trickles in and after some light conversation I go back to my desk. Garcia comes in stomping directly to my desk.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Kevin is looking into a working a secret job and I wont even know where he'll be!" She gushes.

"Slow down, he what?" I spin around in my chair. Garcia fills me in on the details of the job and exactly what he had said to her. The worry on her face is permanent.

"Don't worry yet. He hasn't gotten the job, and if he's offered, you don't even know if he'll take it! Lets just wait to worry once we have something to worry about."

Penelope nods agreeing with my words before moving onto Morgan's desk to do the same and I smile and shake my head. JJ pulls us all into the conference room.

"An unsub that kills with his car." Emily states, "I haven't seen that before."

"Neither have the police in Bend, Oregon." JJ replies, displaying pictures on the screen in front of us.

"Two victims in the last twelve days." Hotch adds, "First was hit on a morning jog and the second was a woman stranded after her car broke down."

"Both female victims, but completely different age groups." I speak up, "The first victim was 23 and the second was 43."

"Maybe they aren't connected." Morgan thinks out loud.

JJ pulls up more pictures and explains that both victims were backed over after they were hit. No chance of accident and the same tread marks at both scenes.

"With where these wounds are, the worst of the blow is high on the bodies." I comment looking through the file, "It has to be a truck or SUV to match these wound patterns."

"See if Garcia can follow that. Try tracking makes and models." Aaron directs.

"There should be significant front end damage to the vehicle." Spencer chimes in.

"Unless our unsub is smart enough and skilled enough to cover his tracks." I begin, "Somehow I don't think it'll be as easy as finding a damaged truck."

It's a five hour flight from DC all the way to Bend but thankfully it gives us all the opportunity to rest up again. By the time we land we can go straight to the police station.

"I think it's safe to say our unsub is male." I read over the case file, thinking out loud with Aaron. This is something new too, we often brainstorm together and work well to get the other thinking outside the box.

"I agree." Hotch nods, "Given what we know about aggressive driving and road rage."

"And the fact that men have an unnatural bond with their cars." Emily laughs. JJ chimes in to agree, which turns into Morgan disagreeing before Rossi is also adding to it.

"I think he has to be overcompensating. Why else have a need for a truck that big." I guess.

"Possibly." Spencer comments, "If the unsub is physically defective the car not only gives the power and control he otherwise lacks, but it also serves as a shield."

"A way for him to avoid physical contact?" Hotch asks.

"He wants power and control of his victims." Prentiss shutters, "Female victims. It almost reads like an assault profile."

"I wanna know why he isn't getting personal with it then. If this is how he assaults women, what if there's something that prevents him from going a more traditional route. It's possible he's disabled." I suggest.

Hotch tells Garcia to look into it to see if anything recent could be a trigger and to look at the people surrounding the victims. Morgan and Rossi head to the highway to get a feel for it and see what they can get from it from the second victim's scene. Hotch and I head to where the jogger was hit.

"Not a lot of people jog here. It's a physically demanding hike." The sheriff informs gesturing to the trail.

"Well, she was a triathlete." I remind.

"The assailant drove behind her and ran her down right here." The sheriff walks us in to where the red stained gravel remains.

"She was jogging alone? Any woman would know if a car was following her up the trail. Her intuition would've been driving her crazy. She would get off the trail or call for help."

"What if he was already here waiting." Hotch agrees, taking in the scene, "What if she was the reason he was here and it wasn't random. He was waiting for her specifically."

"That would mean we underestimated him. It wasn't a random attack, it was planned and vindictive.

The team meets back at the station to go over what we've discovered. The second victim's husband comes in and recalls seeing a large black truck parked by their house giving us something. This confirms that he's targeting and stalking specific individuals.

"Ready be done for the night?" Aaron asks, he peeks his head into the conference room that only I occupy at this point. The rest of the team has already gone to the hotel to call it a night, but Aaron was still talking with the husband and I was just pouring over people in the area that raised some of Garcia's flags based on what we know so far.

"I suppose." I close the file I had been reading and rub at my eyes.

"It'll still be there tomorrow." He reminds.

"I know, the sooner the better though." That's something I don't need to remind him on. We both know it all too well. With an unsub this aggressive we know he isn't stopping anytime soon.

The drive to the hotel is short and comfortably quiet. Neither Aaron or myself have the energy to discuss anything as we're going on a fifteen hour day.

"Goodnight, Y/n." Aaron carried my bag in from the car to the foot of my bed in my room, even with multiple reassurances that I could carry it just fine. I give him a soft knowing smile before he leaves for his own room.

The next morning it's discovered that the unsub sabotaged the second victims car in order to strand them. He's very focused and well planned.

"We need to figure out why he's picking these women." Hotch states, "What makes them a target and links them together."

"Road rage, maybe they cut him off at some point?" I question, "Also how does he have the time to stalking these women to know their routines, sabotage a car, park and wait."

"Roughly eight percent of the United States is unemployed." Reid rattles off.

"Including someone who could be disabled and lives off of a pension." I remind from my earlier guess."

"Have Garcia look into it." Hotch states before walking away and I smile.

"Pretty girl is on top of it this case." Morgan teases with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I roll my eyes.

"Maybe it's something to do with her getting the case early and going over it with Hotch before our team briefing." Reid says with his nose already in a new file. I can feel my face turn a shade of red.

"Pretty girl is getting extra credit!" Prentiss joins in happy to tease, even adopting Morgan's typical nickname for me and Penelope.

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I simply got in early and we were both at the office." I take a sip of my coffee, looking for any distraction, reaching out to grab a file for myself to ready through. I'm really glad that I didn't bring Hotch's travel mug in from the hotel, I still have it and I almost used it today. That definitely wouldn't go unnoticed with the people surrounding me.

Thankfully the team lets us move on and were able to brainstorm some more. Unfortunately it doesn't take long for JJ to interrupt to tell us there's been a third victim.

"Impact nearly cut him in two." The sheriff explains.

"Male victim?" I question as we arrive on the scene. The unsub hit him in a parking garage, pinning him between the truck and elevator doors. "He's getting more aggressive."

Cigarettes butts are discovered where the truck was parked in waiting. All of them stripped of the filter showing signs that he's military.

"Guys I think I know what ties the victims together." Reid interrupts, "All of the victims drove two door red coupes."

Garcia was able to look into car accidents that left someone injured enough to the point that he can't kill traditionally. He holds the person responsible for his accident for killing his loved one and his own disability. There's nearly twenty five people to still filter out off of the specifications we gave her.

"Wait you guys I think I found it." I sit up from the most recent file that had red flags, "Ian and Sheila Coakley crashed while driving home from Napa Valley on route 7 around midnight. It appeared their car was run off the road. His wife died at the scene."

"And Ian?" Rossi asks.

"He survived although he suffered a spinal cord injury."

Morgan and Prentiss go to his doctor to verify some information while we try to track down Ian. His house foreclosed after the accident.

"Track the parts for his specific truck. He's been doing his own repairs so they have to be sent somewhere." Rossi suggests to Garcia.

"Rossi gets a gold star!" Garcia sings, "He's having the parts drop shipped, I'm sending you guys the address."

"Hey, what do I get for knowing he would be disabled?" I jest, I called that from the plane.

"Nothing but my love, sugar." Garcia says before hanging up.

"I don't have a gold star, but well done Y/Ln." Aaron nods.

Arriving at the home Ian had been renting we find it empty but lots of surveillance photos of the victims and one other person who hasn't been harmed.

"Send this to Garcia now, we need to know who this is." Rossi hands me the picture. I send it to her and she's able to run his plate from the image.

It doesn't take her long to find him and contact his home, where she finds out that he's out biking with a group doing a thirty mile loop.

"Y/n, you're with me. We'll take the north side, Morgan and Rossi you start south and we'll meet in the middle." I quickly get in the passenger side of the SUV and Aaron takes off.

The biking club that target is in covers a lot of milage as Aaron speeds through the dirt road trying so hard to meet the group before the unsub does. Eventually we're closing in, but unfortunately the black truck is ahead of us and gaining on the bikers faster than we're gaining on him.

"Hold on." Aaron takes a risk by cutting Ian off before he can clip the mass of bicyclists. He does this by driving the front left corner of our car into the back right of his truck.

The airbags go off and were spun around from the impact.

"Y/n." Aaron calls. He says it a second time with more panic when I don't answer.

"I'm okay." I groan. The unsub is attempting to back his truck out of the ditch we're both stuck in to finish his mission. He took a much less impactful hit from our collision. I unclip my seatbelt and swing open my door, shattered glass falling from my lap as I stand up.

"Y/n, wait." Aaron instructs, he pulls hard on his seatbelt. It seems like he's stuck from the accident, but the worry on his face is only for me. I give him a look to say I've got this, while he continues to pull at his jammed seatbelt.

"Ian Coakley." I call out, and the man looks over to me briefly. It registers on his face that I am holding my gun and it's aimed for him, he has tears in his eyes.

"This is for Sheila." he floors it heading straight for the group that's waiting after witnessing the accident.

I plant my feet and aim for the back window of the truck, hoping to hit Ian's shoulder. Enough to stop him in his tracks before can harm anyone else without killing him. I've done enough killing myself over the years, and even with all he's done he's a man suffering with the grief of accidentally killing his wife.

The bullet leaves my gun with a loud crack, shattering the back window of the truck. He swerves but not enough to take him off the road. I let out a breath and fire again, this time sending a bullet into the back of his chair and sending his car off the road again to be stopped by a tree. I let out a huff of exhaustion from the impact leaning against the SUV.

Morgan and Rossi pull up and stop to get out and help Aaron and I after seeing our totaled SUV.

"Go" I wave them to keep driving to the unsub to see if he's ok and they do. Aaron manages to get out of the car finally, I hear Morgan call out to radio in an ambulance.

"He's still alive." Rossi shouts to us referring to Ian, they have him laying down now while applying pressure to his wound. The top of his shoulder which shouldn't be fatal, I sigh in relief.

"Are you okay?" Aaron asks finally rounding the back of the car to join me where I stand, he steadies himself. I nod, finally putting my gun away, feeling how stiff my body is.

Aaron fully ignores my nod, taking my head in his hands and pulling my eyelid open to check for signs of a brain bleed. He wipes at my forehead, pulling back his hand with blood on it. Maybe we were hit harder than I thought. Damn airbags.

"I think you have a concussion-" He states, "and you might need stitches."

The worry on his face is deep. I can feel the guilt radiating off of him, he was the one driving. He's the one that chose to hit the unsub's truck.

"I'm okay!" I reassure him, placing my hands on top of his that still rest on my head. This is crossing a new line. He's never touched my face, and I've never touched his hands like this.

"I shouldn't have done that. It was reckless."

"I'm glad you did." I disagree, "If we had waited any longer he would've been able to get his last victim. There's an entire biking club alive right now because of you."

This reminder seems to help slightly, he looks over my shoulder where the crowd remains. I pull him in for a hug, both of us shaking slightly from the adrenaline. After a while we pull apart, the rest of the team arrives as well as a couple ambulances. One takes Ian away immediately, escorted with two police officers as well.

"It took two shots? You're losing your touch." Morgan teases, thowing an arm around my shoulder that makes me wince a little. My phenomenal aim has always been a touchy subject with him, not liking being second.

"I'm concussed and he was driving fast." I defend, fully knowing how whiny I sound.

"Statically of our entire team Y/n would be the only one likely to have made that shot with the variable speed that Ian Croakley was traveling at." Spencer chimes in.

"I knew you were my favorite for a reason." I grin pulling Spence in for a hug effectively shaking off Morgan's arm.

"Yeah, whatever." Morgan shrugs, ruffling the hair in top of Spencer's head.

"Ma'am, you really need to get looked at." The emt reminds, interrupting our conversation. I leave the group and look over to see Aaron sitting on the back of one of the ambulances. We both finish getting evaluated, thankfully nothing too serious that we have to delay our flight home.

"You were right about the concussion." I grin walking up to Aaron as the sheriff walks off.

"And it would seem the stitches too." He reaches out again, thumb hovering over the threading sticking out of my forehead.

"Yeah, should make fore a pretty badass scar." I tease.

"I'm sure it will." He smiles, a real smile. The Aaron smile that I have seen so rarely, but more frequent lately. The plane ride back home is quiet, everyone drained, Aaron and I just flat out sore. By the time we get back to the BAU, Aaron sends everyone home saying the paperwork can wait for the following day. Everyone clears out and he goes back up to his office.

"Not following your own advice?"I question, walking into his office. I make my way round to his side of the desk and lean back on it. The edge of my thigh just barely meeting the outside of his arm from where he sits.

"Just wrapping up a few things before." He sets down his papers, his eyes raking all the way up me from toe to head, we both pretend I don't notice.

"You know, since I have a concussion they said I need to be under observation. No sleeping, crazy delusions, slipping into comas that sort of thing. You know anyone who wants to stay awake with me?"

"I can think of someone" He smirks, "I can put on a pot of coffee."

I pull out the to go mug he had brought my coffee in a few days ago out of my tote and hold it out to him.

"Take me home Aaron."

AHHHHHHHH i hope yall like this! i haven't written in forever to it was honestly just fun to do! :)

#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n

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kchasm · 24 days

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Ryu Number: Kevin Bacon

Let's be real, this is the obvious ask. The Ryu Number is the Bacon Number for video games, so one of the first questions anyone's going to put out there is whether Kevin Bacon has a Ryu Number.

... Is what I'd like to say, but the fact is, most of the time when I try to explain the concept of a Ryu Number by saying "It's like the Bacon Number, except for Ryu—you know, six degrees of Kevin Bacon?" the response I get is, "What's 'six degrees of Kevin Bacon'?"

Hey, when was the heyday of the Bacon Number, again? Oh, thirty years ago. That doesn't feel good.

Anyway, Kevin Bacon has a Ryu Number of at most 4.

Jimmy Fallon (who I keep confusing with Jimmy Kimmel) has a cameo in Jurassic World.

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This is enough to get him a place as one of the oodles of minifigs you can trot around in Lego Jurassic World. And if you think that's a kind of flimsy foundation to stick a character into a game over, please understand that this is par for the course for the Lego series of games. In Lego Jurassic World alone, you can play as Donald Gennaro, the "Unlucky Bastard" from The Lost World (here called "Unlucky Bystander"), the kid Alan Grant terrorizes at the dig site in Jurassic Park, Steven Spielberg, and Jophery Brown.

What, you don't know who Jophery Brown is? You know, the guy who gets killed in the opening scene of Jurassic Park. Muldoon goes "Jophery, raise the gate," and everything. And then he dies. Because raptor.

We didn't even know his last name was "Brown" until this game. He was named after his own actor, that's the rank of character we're dealing with here.

... Wait, does this mean we can go straight from Owen Grady to certain baseball games? I've got to think about this. Is "Scientist Phil" allowable as Phil Tippet? Is "Pilot Pat" the same person as Patrick Crowley, who produced Jurassic World and cameoed as a pilot? If Patrick Crowley has an actual pilot's license, does that change the answer?

I am entirely uninterested in answering these questions until the issue is unavoidable!

The version of You Don't Know Jack available for play in The Jackbox Party Pack 5 is You Don't Know Jack: Full Stream, hosted by YDKJ longtimer Cookie Masterson. Depending on this or that, Cookie might just welcome Jimmy Fallon to guest-host one of the questions, which Jimmy is pretty hyped up about. So hyped up, in fact, that he'll refuse to leave afterward, much to Cookie's bemusement. Which makes sense: If you're gonna have Jimmy Fallon cameo in your video game, you're gonna squeeze as much Jimmy Fallon out of Jimmy Fallon as you can.

Dude really is a longtimer, by the way. He's been around since the original You Don't Know Jack, and while he doesn't host the game in You Don't Know Jack Vol. 2, he does get to rush the players through game setup. And the actual host, Buzz Lippman, has the chance to dial out to one of a number of celebrity guests—Kevin Bacon included.

That's an appearance both ways! Counts!

#ryu number #ryu #minecraft #minecraft (bedrock ed.)#owen grady #lego jurassic world #jimmy fallon #the jackbox party pack 5 #cookie masterson #you don't know jack vol. 2 #kevin bacon

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radiance1 · 6 months

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The Justice League try to summon the Ghost King. What exactly they needed from him I'll leave up to you.

Except, the Ghost King doesn't answer their summons. So they try again, then one more time. Still no answer, a few of them recheck the circle for any imperfections that would result in faliure.

They find none.

They try one more time. Still no answer, so they changed their sights to another being.

The Ghost Prince.

Chances are, the Prince could help them in the place of the Ghost King, or get them an audience with the King if they played their cards right.

They expected something more than what they got. Instead of some kind of eldritch entity, in a body that looked almost human, instead of that, they were greeted with a cat.

A cat with glowing white fur, and toxic green eyes. That looked none to amused about being summoned.

Meanwhile, Danny is just thinking about how much shit-that usually involved him dying in one way or another- Kevin could get up to in his absence.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover #ghost prince danny

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otdiaftg · 6 months

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The Raven King - Chapter Nine

Day: Saturday, October 28th Time: 12:33 AM EST

Andrew pushed his tray across the counter for Roland to retrieve when he had a minute and slanted a look at Neil. "Stop hiding. This was your idea; deal with the consequences." "It's not that easy," Neil said. Explaining his discomfort wasn't any easier. Andrew had promised to watch Neil's back until May, but when he made that deal he said Neil's growing reputation could keep him safe the rest of his Fox career. Andrew assumed Neil could graduate from Palmetto as long as Neil played his cards right with Kevin. Neil hadn't yet told him plans had changed, which made it harder to say why tonight was making him unhappy. Finally he fell back on the half-truth he'd given Andrew that summer. "I've never been in a position where I could get to know people. I know I have to let them in if we're going to make it through the season, but it'd be easier if they were just names and faces. How have you stayed so disconnected for so long?" "They're not interesting enough to keep my attention." "Kevin is. So is your brother, apparently." Neil wasn't surprised when Andrew didn't acknowledge either accusation. He pressed on. "What about Renee?" "What about her?" "She's not interesting?" "She's useful." "That's it?" "You expected a different answer?" "Maybe," Neil said, and hesitated when Roland finally showed up. Roland stayed only long enough to get their tray before leaving again. Neil looked back at Andrew and wondered at the cool smile on Andrew's face. He was being mocked, but he wasn't quite sure why yet. "Most everyone is waiting for something to happen with you two. Even Nicky thinks it's inevitable. But Renee promised Allison nothing would come of it. Allison said as much to Seth. Why?" "Does it matter?" Neil gave an uncomfortable shrug. "Yes? No? It should be—it is— irrelevant, but..." He hesitated, but Andrew said nothing, unwilling to make this easy on him. Neil shouldn't be surprised by Andrew's attitude, but he was annoyed regardless. "I'm just trying to understand." "Sometimes you're interesting enough to keep around. Other times you're so astoundingly stupid I can barely stand the sight of you." Neil scowled at him. "Forget it. I'll ask Renee." "You'll have to stop avoiding her first."

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more more more more aftg show bloopers (p 4?? I think?) whoop whoop de fuckin whoop

Neil's actor being a huge Duolingo dork and in the behind the scenes while the other actors are fooling around between takes you can often see him with his head bent and hear the little 'ping!'s coming from his phone

also during late night shoots, as it gets closer to midnight he always has a point where he's like SHIT my Duolingo streak. and then just blocks out everyone while his fingers fly over his screen

(fans make compilations of him proudly showing his Duolingo streak to the camera and the number grows as the seasons progress)

(he definitely is the kinda bitch who cares more about maintaining the streak than actually learning languages)

actually omg while we're on the topic of languages

Kevin's actor tenderly reciting his French lines to Matt's actor and Matt's actor is just smitten. and he goes "say something else, love" and Kevin's actor strokes his cheek while saying another one of his lines and Matt swoons

(then Kevin's actor turns to the camera and goes "I just told him that he's a disappointment and is going to get his ass handed to him by ravens if he doesn't do exactly as I say" and, from the ground, Matt's actor goes "hell yeah you did. talk dirty to me any day of the week you sexy, sexy man")

coach's actor is always swearing to the point where they implement a swear jar...really it's just something for the kids to jokingly rag on him about, but he goes with it, and every so often they'll empty the jar to buy the cast and crew pizza

they're filming outside at night and it's cold and in between takes Matt's Aaron's and Renee's actors are all huddled together for warmth and Matt's actor gets pulled aside to get his makeup touched up and the other two just shriek at the absence of his heat and catch up to him to tuck themselves against him again

Andrew needs to snap his fingers in one scene but everyone finds out that day that his actor doesn't know how to snap so he has a little impromptu snapping lesson and of course it turns into everyone else trying to one-up each other with their snapping abilities

Nicky's actor telling everyone what he's going to steal from set (will literally say"[about Allison's bathrobe] damn that shit soft as hell. Ive been needing a new bathrobe actually. I'm stealing this" or "I'm stealing this lighter/bandana/sunglasses/etc") but because his humor is so dry everyone thinks he's joking. until months later. when the prop department can't find shit

Renee's actress is doing something completely mundane but Neil's and Allison's actors start narrating what she's doing like they're in a nature documentary (always with Australian accents for some reason??)

"and our specimen now reclines herself vertically on a piece of furniture us humans know as 'a desk.' this clearly less-developed creature seems not to understand the purpose of such an object. but given that this is her first time outside her natural habitat (the jungle) her lack of familiarity with modern technology is to be expected"

Renee's actress: *flips them off*

"ah and here we witness one of the most common behaviors of this specimen. specialists have dubbed it 'flipping the bird,' and explain it as a nonverbal expression of affection" "oh fuck off"

photo from another cold night-shoot and it's of Matt's and Dan's actors, she's standing in front of him zipped up in his hoodie, just her head poking out and they're having a conversation with other castmates like it's the most normal thing in the world, looking the very image of the couple they play

so much glorious content from shooting the dorm sleepover scene. the most popular thing to come from it is a picture from after they wrapped where the cast and some members of the crew had moved even closer to each other amid all the blankets and are asleep on top of each other

Andrew's actor will sometimes actually eat the ice cream he's given instead of just pretending to eat it, and halfway through the scene he casually mentions that he's lactose intolerant and sends the crew into a worried frenzy

if you haven't clocked it yet, these bitches are competitive. and one day, one thing led to another, and soon a bunch of the actors are all being filmed having a plank-holding competition. Dan's actress is the first to drop and she gets booed at for it because "you're an ex-stripper where tf is that upper body strength?"

she flips them off and goes to sit on Kevin's actor, hoping to squash his plank, but instead he starts doing push ups with her on his back. she grins

(Rikos actor wins that competition btw. and Neil's actor goes on a rant about "we succumbed to the ENEMY? a RAVEN? your characters would be ashamed of you" (he also lost?))

Allison's actress pretending to do a get-ready-with-me using all the stuff on Allison's vanity

Wymack's actor falling asleep in The Dad Pose™ when they're shooting a scene on the bus. and everybody gathers in to take pictures

when Kevin and Neil get all up in each other's faces their actors will pretend like they're going to kiss each other

not really a blooper but just all the actors for the foxes and the ravens mingling together in between takes and it looks so wrong

give me all the actors constantly taking the piss out of their characters

for ex during a scene where the monsters are in the car on the way to Edens, Nicky's actor looks towards the backseat where everyone is in character and goes wow what a fun crowd we are you'd never believe we're about to hit the club

night shoots are a. struggle. for Dan's actress. and the others love to take videos of her just standing on her mark with the most spaced out expression on her face

Andrew's and Neil's actors are shooting one of their typical intense, deep scenes and after one take, as soon as "cut" is called, Andrew's actor grabs Neil's face and starts serenading him with the song that's been stuck in his head all day

Renee's actress getting scolded for sneaking snacks into her costume

when Nicky's actor messes up a line (and he's the least likely of everyone to do it) he starts spewing Spanish

Andrew's actor constantly teasing his brother and Katelyn's actress whenever they have scenes together

like the two of them will just be talking together in between takes and Andrews actor will be behind the camera recording them and saying shit like "look at that MINYARD RIZZ" (or he'll use their actual last name) "hey btw [Katelyn's actor] I taught him everything he knows"

that scene where the foxes are rushing out of the dorm to check on their destroyed cars and Matt's actor just faceplants (Neil's actor: "wow. the dedication")

in one scene or other Allison's actress is drinking an iced drink and during one take she just keeps calmly shaking the ice around in her cup until one by one everyone cracks

in one scene Allison's actress is wearing sunglasses. and in between takes she lies down and on camera you can see Kevin and Matt's actors whispering trying to figure out whether or not she's sleeping because they can't see her eyes

Aaron's actor always using Neil's actor as a pillow during car scenes because they're always next to each other and they're actually hella tight irl

the kids love to steal any props that coach's actor needs to use (pens clipboards etc) before they start rolling just so they can watch him try to subtly fidget trying to find his prop before they get to the point in the scene where he actually needs it

all the actors just taking pictures together in the most brutal settings on set.

like Neil's makeup has his face all busted and everyone wants a selfie with him. they all have a photoshoot with the trashed cars. they have another one in front of the "happy 19th birthday junior" set. Neil is tied up at The Nest while they change his hair and Jean's and Riko's actors take selfies with him. another photoshoot with Neil handcuffed in the police car. all these settings in terrible scenes and the actors are in front of them with grins and peace signs

they're terrible.

#are y'all bored yet?#aftg #aftgtv #neil josten #kevin day #aaron minyard #matt boyd #andrew minyard #dan wilds #nicky hemmick #allison reynolds #renee walker #david wymack

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The Whore of Babylon

18+ | Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Kevin x reader

Summary: Eddie's friends are Virgins, and His Girlfriend has a Virginity kink

Warnings: lowkey cuck Eddie, sexualization of the reader, teasing, Virgin kink, panty sniffing (mentions of past panty stealing), Eddie teaches the boys how to pleasure a woman, Oral sex (f receiving from all 4), hand jobs, Vaginal sex, condom use, bi Eddie, Bi Jeff, Questioning Gareth (he kisses Eddie in this), spit, multiple orgasms (6), praise and degradation, cum play, Master kink... i really hope i got it all but this one is really dirty

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All her boys came over after a long-awaited game of hellfire. Being separated at different colleges and jobs made it hard to play once a week, it became more like once a month now. They used this time together to party, have a few beers, joints and way too much pizza.

Like clockwork, she moves the empty pizza boxes to the kitchen and wanders back into the main room of the trailer she shared with Eddie. She sits in his lap as the party starts to come to a close, whispering something in his ear as his hands trail up her bare legs and under her skirt.

This was usually the boy's queue to get going.

“Seriously?” Gareth complains for the group as they all groan, “we’re having fun, do we really have to leave just so you two can fuck all night instead?”

“Awe, are the virgins jealous?” She teases Gareth, Jeff and Kev with a pout.

“No…” he’s defensive but his cheeks and neck heat up a cute shade of pink which lets her know he’s lying.

She looks at Eddie, carefully, talking to him with her eyes, “you really want to?” Eddie knows exactly what she means, and she nods. “okay… should you tell them or should I?”

“Tell uth what?” Jeff asks, his adorable lisp making her smile.

She loved all of them, they were all her best friends before they introduced her to Eddie. Being in the same grade, she grew up with these 3 boys, they were her best friends, she knew more about them than anyone else, they were her boys.

It wasn’t her fault that she fell for Eddie, and none of them held it against her… It was just really hard for them to know that she was getting railed by the dungeon master most nights while they were all virgins, and slightly pining for her. She knew they were, she always did, but the feelings weren’t fully reciprocated. She loved them, she thought they were all handsome and sweet in their own ways, but Eddie was the love of her life.

She thought they’d get girlfriends, or boyfriends even, at some point… but the older they got, the longer they waited and it was getting embarrassing at this point. They all talked about how hard it was being a virgin in their 20s while Eddie always made being a sex god look so easy.

Time and time again, Eddie told them they just needed to break the seal. They just needed to let loose and sleep with someone, then it wouldn’t be as scary… then maybe they’d find something more. Since meeting Y/N, he was always insisting that making love was better than random hookups, making the boys jealous even further.

“Well,” she looks at Eddie and then back to the boys, focusing mostly on Gareth as he had it the worst for her. “What if you let me take your virginities?”

They’re silent. For the first time ever, none of the boys have any words.

“I think I broke them,” she whispers to Eddie, making him laugh.

“She’s not kidding,” Eddie adds, “she’s talked about this for the last 2 years… we just didn’t think it would ever come to this.”

“I thought there would be no way we’d all hit 21 and I’d still be the only one of us having sex,” she tries to cover up the truth he just spilled.

“and…” he wants her to tell them. “Go on, share with them how much of a dirty whore you can be.”

She shifts in his lap, anxiously fighting the heat in her stomach as it grows and feeling just how hard he was under her. He was thinking about all his friends taking turns with his girl, how hot it would be to see them try to ruin her but all she wants is for him to show them how it’s done…

“I have this dream,” she starts softly, avoiding the boy's eye contact as they all gather around her, sitting on the floor in front of Eddies lazy boy, looking up at her in awe, it felt like storytime. Gareth on her right, Jeff on her left, and Kevin smack dab in the middle. He didn’t know it yet, but he had the best seat in the house.

“Go on,” Eddie encourages her even more.

“I really like the thought of taking someone's virginity, and so seeing as Eddie was already deflowered when I got him i didn’t get to really experience it… but there’s something so satisfying about watching a man lose it all for you, being the first person he slips into… ruining him for everyone else—

“She’s good at that part,” he warns them.

She shrugs, proud of herself. “I really love Eddie, you guys need to know that, this is just a kink for me and if you don’t want to ruin the friendship, I get it. But the offer stands, for any or all of you.”

“Yes!” Gareth is the first to offer, sitting on his knees and moving in closer. “Please?”

She giggles, “what about you two?”

Jeff nods, unable to find any words to say and Kevin mumbles, “uh-ye—mhmm.”

“Good,” she smirks and sits on Eddie, reverse cowgirl, back to his chest and legs spread. “Now, time for the ground rules, boys.”

They all nod, moving in even closer to her, all sprouting cute little bulges in their jeans and silently fighting their way to be first in line to fuck her.

She puts out her hand and Eddie fishes a box of condoms out from the side pocket of his chair, placing them in her palm. “First things first, you’re all wearing raincoats. I only plan on making you god-fathers in the future. Distant, future at that.”

It makes them all laugh, which makes her feel a little more at ease. The last thing she wanted was to completely ruin their friendships.

“Second, no kissing on the mouth,” she looks right at Kevin, more than once he’s gotten drunk and tried to kiss her, always ashamed after but she never held it against him. He was a flirty, cuddly drunk, hes also tried to kiss Jeff.

“No affectionate pet names either, you are not allowed to get attached to me, this is a dirty one off and then I expect you to take what you’ve learned and apply it out there in the real world,” she explained carefully. “Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Gareth answers and the other two nod, following his lead as always.

With her legs spread already, she leans back against eddies chest and lets him lift her skirt up, showing off his girl like he just popped the hood on a Ferrari.

“Third rule,” Eddie speaks this time, voice deep and low, something only she’s really heard. His hand ghosts over her panties, “if she says stop, you stop. I doubt you three will last long enough to get crazy with her, but it has to be said.”

“Obviously, man,” Jeff understands, reaching out to place his hand on her ankle and feel up her soft skin.

“We’re going to treat her like treasure,” Kevin adds, staring right at the wet patch forming in her pink panties. “Long awaited, ever so rewarding, treasure.”

Eddie groans in her ear, nibbling at the lobe gently. His free hand snakes up her chest and palms at her breast, while the other works tiny circles over her clothed clit, “should I give them a run down on what you like?”

She nods, melted into his touch, “teach ‘em how it’s done.”

“Lift,” he instructs and she moves her feet to rest on the seat, beside his knees as she lifts her hips up, giving him the opportunity to push her panties to her knees before she sat down on his lap again. “Boys, would you mind?”

They rush to help them come off the rest of the way and then fight for who gets to hold them, “hey,” Eddie calls their attention back to her.

“Gareth,” she delegates, “you can have them."

He takes them from Kevin and holds them to his face, breathing in her scent while his other hand palmed over his jeans, he groaned, “sweet Jesus.”

“He’s the only one who hasn’t stolen a pair yet,” she teases.

The other two look embarrassed immediately. “How?”

“I know what I leave here,” she smirks. “So when I come back and my panties aren’t in his drawer anymore, but you were in his room last, then I know. But I don’t mind.”

Eddies ring-covered hand has been cupped around her cunt the whole time, not letting them get a look at the goods while they acted like this. “You guys ready to learn or what?”

They straighten back up, desperate for the show to begin.

With two fingers he spreads her pussy lips apart, “this my friends, is a pussy of epic proportions. Juicy, delicious, she can take a beating and always comes back wanting more… for me, at least.”

It was only slightly embarrassing, but the way the boys drooled over her made her feel better than ever. It was so fucking nice to be desired like this. She felt like a centrefold in playboy and it was actually really, really nice.

Eddie kisses her cheek gently as she leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder. “Who did you want to go first?” He whispers.

“Gareth,” she all but moans his name.

“You heard her, scoot,” he instructs the boys out of the way so that Gareth can sit right in front of her. He crawls over on his knees, resting his hands on her knees and soothing them down her thighs.

“Gare-bear, can you show the class where the clit is, please?” Eddie asks, using his nickname as a way to remind him who was in charge.

He looks puzzled, causing Eddie to suck his teeth, “how do you plan on pleasing a woman if you don’t know what that is?”

“I—

“Save it,” Eddie pushes him back and stands up with Y/N in his arms. He slams her down on the chair and gets on his knees with the other boys.

“Strip,” he instructs her and she misses no time ripping off her tank top, pushing her skirt to the floor and flinging her bra halfway across the room before she sat back down on the lazy boy and spread her legs for him.

The boys all groan, it’s a symphony of pleasure that she’s been secretly dying to hear since they all hit puberty.

Eddie spreads her pussy open once more and places his index finger right on her clit, “this right here, this is the clit. She’s sometimes hidden under the hood, kinda like foreskin, but she’s 10 times more sensitive than the head of your cock and she’ll never disappoint you if you pay attention to her.”

Y/N can’t help but moans as he applies more pressure and mores his finger around in circles. He dips down to her whole, gathering up her wetness with the pads of his forefingers and rubbing it into her clit. It feels so good, being touched and being watched, she can’t help her back as it arches or the sounds that leave her whorish little mouth.

“Holy shit,” Gareth can barely breathe. “That’s it?”

“No,” Eddie smirks at him first and then moves in closer to Y/N. “It helps the most, but that’s not all you need.” His lips collide with her inner thigh as he kisses towards her centre. “It’s about attention to detail, you can’t just go from 0 to 4th gear and expect to win the race, you need to rev her up a bit, work the gears and then fuck her into overdrive.”

“Please,” she begs, gripping the armrest of the chair like her life depended on it, feeling emptier than ever before.

“See,” Eddie chuckles against her skin, kissing her underwear line, edging impossibly close to eating her out when he knew he was supposed to let Gareth go first.

He can’t help himself, he takes one long lick, spreading his whole tongue along her cunt, he was addicted to her taste. He moans against her, tongue deep inside while the tip of his nose budged at her clit. She gripped his hair, moaning at how good it was but she pulled him away anyway, “baby, come on.”

“Sorry,” he looked up at he with lust-blown eyes, face already covered in her. “I had to get the first lick, but at least you know what to do now, Gare.”

Gareth couldn’t believe he was next, he let Eddie move out of the way and then got impossibly close to her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her right to the edge, “ready?”

She nods, not expecting him to go in just as hard as Eddie, but if she knew anything about Gareth, he was competitive. Especially as Eddie’s back-up singer. He was a quick learner, she’ll give him that, because the second his mouth is on her, he’s sucking on her clit like his life depends on it.

She runs her fingers through his short, curly hair, it’s so soft and she’s not used to something this short to hold onto, but she likes it. She grinds her hips along with his movements, letting him know just how good he feels on her. “I’m— I’m so, fuck, close already…”

Gareth peaks up at her, dragging his tongue over her in a serpentine motion, never breaking eye contact. She cups his face, holding him closer as his tongue flicks back and forth over her clit and then he stops, “can I finger you?”

She nods, “fuck yeah, you can, Mr. Drummer.”

He smirks and then slips his two middle fingers into his own mouth, he swirls his tongue around them in preparation. When they’re wet enough, he teases her hole with a smirk, shaking his head at how fucking insane this felt and overjoyed to finally be there. He’s gentile at first, watching his fingers go in and out of her slowly as he soaked it all in. It was really happening.

“Curl them,” Eddie gives him a tip from the sideline, “feel that spongey texture? Thats her g-spot, so when you hit that and her clit at the same time, it’ll make her tremble.”

He listens well, curing his fingers and returning his tongue to her clit. He pumps into her with quick, short thrusts, making an absolute mess as she finally came on his fingers with a shout.

Eddie clapped, “‘atta boy!! See fellas, that’s how it’s done.”

Gareth pulls out with a grin, “that was so fucking cool,” he muses before shoving his fingers in his mouth and licking them clean.

She runs her fingers through his sweaty hair again, smiling at him as she sits up, “oh, my god, dude. The ladies are going to love you.”

“You think?” His eyes gleam with pride.

“Absolutely,” she ruffles his hair and then pats his cheek, “but it’s Jeff's turn now…”

“Really?” He perks up, looking at her with big eyes, “for…”

“I don’t plan on sending you boys out into the world without a lesson,” she calls him over with a wink. “Come get a taste.”

“Let me just,” he turns away, putting his fingers in his mouth and popping out his retainer. He places the slobbery thing on the coffee table and then makes his way over. “Can I take my shirt off?”

She nods, “of course, you guys can do whatever, get comfortable.”

He pulls his shirt off so quickly and moves in closer to her. He’s ripped, buffer than she remembered with the sexiest dusting of chest hair. He takes a softer approach, he kisses her thighs and caresses her skin with his cheek, possibly making up for his rough, calloused fingers.

He was so gentile, even with his tongue. He listened to Eddie's words from before, paying attention to her clit while his pointer finger swirled around the cum gathering at her hole, using it as lube when he eventually pushed the digit inside of her. He curls it slightly, rubbing the interesting texture with curiosity, making her thighs twitch.

“Christ,” she wants to toss her head back more, arch her back higher, but she’s trapped in the uncomfortable, brown suede recliner she’s been fucked in too many times already.

“Hold on a sec? I just wanna lie down,” she explains as she pets Jeffs cheek, assuring him it’s not an issue with him. “I’m uncomfortable up here.”

He nods and helps her to the carpet, not noticing Eddie had run out to his bedroom to get some pillows and blankets, “here, put them under her for leverage.”

The boys listened well, they moved the table out of the way and laid down the blanket first and then got her all comfortable. They wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly.

Jeff crawled back between her legs, and Kev sat awkwardly beside her, watching and feeling only a slight bit left out. As soon as Jeff began to continue, she reached over for Kevin to hold his and bring it to her boob, “you can play with them…”

“Yeah?” He gets down lover, laying on his side so he can palm one boob and kiss the other. With a small boost in confidence, he takes her nipple in his mouth and moans around her. She knew he’d love that.

His hair was sweaty from simply watching, but that didn’t stop her from petting his curls. She simply loved touching. She was always so touch starved, she’s cuddled with all of them more than once, she’s had sleepovers with them and hugged them randomly just for closeness… this was so, so much better.

Gareth is watching it all with a hand on his cock, still shaking his head at how fucking insane this all is, but not wanting to change a single thing. All he wondered was if he was going to be the first to slip inside of her or not, he didn’t want to get too carried away in his thoughts, but his hand felt so good as he watched on.

Eddie reached out and placed his hand on Gareth’s shoulder, making him jump slightly. “Man, I can’t believe you got her…”

Eddie smirks, “I know, right?”

She’s completely lost in the moment, not listening in the slightest as she cums a second time for Jeff and Kevin basically pushes him away so he can have his turn. But when Jeff kneels beside her, she reaches for his belt and starts to unbuckle it. They get him out of his pants and boxers and suddenly it’s only the two of them who are naked.

She strokes his hard cock, he’s slimmer than Eddie but definitely longer. It was so impressive. Cut, tip glistening and balls full. Even Eddie’s jaw dropped when he saw it. “dude…”

“What?”

Gareth’s eyes are wide, Kev looks up at him, face covered in pussy juice already. “Holy shit, man?”

“What?!” He gets self-conscious.

“They’re jealous,” she smirks up at him. “I know Eddie is cause he isn’t cut…”

“Oh,” Jeff thinks nothing of it.

“But size doesn’t matter,” she reaffirms. “If you know what you’re doing anything can work.”

“Anything?” Kev wonders, innocently.

She nods, “wanna show me what you’ve got?”

He sits up on his knees and starts to unbutton his jeans quickly, he was chubby and soft, hairy tummy leading down his happy trail to a decent sized, girthy, cock standing tall around his untamed pubic hair.

“Babe, where are the condoms?” She asks Eddie, “Kev can go first, give him one.”

“Fuck,” Gareth mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed.

She peers past Kev to look at him, “you got to make me cum already, give him a chance. My clit is so sensitive right now, I need something more… but you come here,” she points to her other side, jerking Jeff off still on the other side again.

Kevin gets gloved up and lines up with her, feeling up her thighs nervously, she looks up at him with kind eyes, “ready, Kev?”

He nods, “I’m sorry in advance if I’m not good…”

“Take your time, enjoy it, I will too,” she assures him with a smile that grows dark. “Come on, big boy, fuck me.”

When he slips in slowly with a groan, “oh my god…”

Eddie smirks, “one down.”

“Fuck,” she whimpers as he bottoms out, the stretch was nice and feeling him against her, between her legs, was just as wonderful.

Laying on her back, completely, she turns to Gareth with a smile, he was watching her boobs giggle as Kev began to thrust. “Take these off,” she taps on Gareth’s jean-clad thigh.

He gets out of his jeans as quickly as possible, tossing his shirt away while he’s at it.

She tries to watch, but paying attention was hard when Kev’s thrusts started to pick up, “Oh, I knew you’d be cute…” she compliments him as her back arches, she moans, gripping her breast again, “shit…”

“What?” He blushes.

Jeff laughs, stroking his own cock now as she put her attention on Gareth. “She thinks you’re tiny,” he attempts to tease him.

“No,” she smacks Jeff’s thigh and moans again. “Shit, Kev, right there…”

They all turn their attention to Kevin, not expecting him to do as well as he was. He was the Bass player after all, always the forgotten one. But he fucked her with a passion, he had rhythm and power and he knew what he was doing. “more… more, please?”

Gareth reaches a hand out to rub her clit, helping Kev along as he focuses on keeping his cool. He bit his lip, eyes closed as he kept going, he wanted her to cum first and then he’d let himself go, like a true gentleman. “Oh, fuck,” she reaches out for Jeff’s hand and pulls him closer, shoving his face into her tits as a silent instruction to suck.

He was good with his mouth, covering her breasts in hickies as she chased her next orgasm. She honestly had no clue what number she was on at this point, and she didn’t care as she felt Kevin stutter and still inside of her as he filled the condom with a grunt. His grip on her knees tightened, “fuuuck….”

She giggled, proud of her buddy. The other two get antsy, they silently fight with each other with pointed looks back and forth, both wanting to be next. “Boys…” Eddie finally speaks up, “let Kevin pull out before you kill each other.”

She laughs again, “Jeff, do you mind if Gareth goes next?”

He shakes his head, “I guess not…”

“I’m just saving the best for last,” she runs her hand over his thigh gently with a wink.

Kevin pulled out, laughing to himself at how fucking wild it was that he just fucked his best friend, no longer a virgin. She sits up between them, accepting a glass of water from Eddie and taking a few sips as the boys exchange places. Kev sits beside her again, only in his boxers now. He pulls her into a quick side hug and kisses her sweaty forehead. “Thank you.”

She laughs, “you’re welcome, buddy.”

Gareth rolled a condom on with haste, waiting not so patiently for her to finish her water and pick a new position, “this is fucking wild… like, am I dreaming?”

Eddie laughs again, “it’s about fucking time this happened. She’s wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“Shut up,” she glares at him.

“Even before I knew about her virginity kink, she has a soft spot for you, Gare-Bear,” Eddie can’t help himself, it was fun for him to rub it in that he won her in the end.

“You’re lying,” Gareth doesn’t believe it anyway. “You had years to fuck me before we even introduced you to him?” He points at Eddie.

“I think you’re cute, okay? And I know you’ll make a girl very happy one day… that being said, you wanna fuck me or not?” She wasn’t interested in explaining her long-gone childhood crush right now.

She handed the glass to Eddie, “be nice, please…”

He snarled at her but then leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, breathing her in and kissing her with a passion, marking his territory for all the boys to remember.

She pushes him back with a smile, “you’ll get your turn.”

“And then forever?”

She nods, “now let me get back to it.”

“Okay,” he puts his free hand up in defence as he backed away, “have fun…”

She sits in Gareth’s lap, hovering over his cock with her hands resting on his shoulders. “Figured you’d like this view better…”

She gets to watch his face, up close and personal, as he slips inside of her for the first time. She gets to watch his pupils dilate, his breath hitch and his body quiver. “Oh my god…”

She kisses his cheek and down his neck as she started to ride him. As she picked up the pace, Gareth struggled to keep his eyes open, swallowed up by the pleasure of her fucking herself on his cock. His hands rested on her hips and slowly migrated to her ass, he squeezed her cheeks firmly and then slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp.

“I can’t believe you held out on me all these years,” he groans, tossing his head back to get his hair out of his eyes, “if I knew you were such a dirty whore deep down I would’ve offered to fuck you years ago…”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” she teases, knowing if she pushed him hard enough he would snap, just like Eddie. “I was waiting to be corrupted, I think we both were…”

He holds her still, not letting her move and so she whines, wanting more of him. “You’re right,” he stares at her lips, “you have corrupted me.”

She smirks, “now show me what you’ve learned.”

He sits up on his knees, holding her lover back with both hands so he stayed inside of her, “pillows, now,” he makes Jeff hand them both over, he stacks them for Gareth and then he rests her lower back on them. When he starts thrusting again, he smiles while watching her tits jiggle, “good god… oh, fuck, I’m never going to be the same.”

“Good, huh?” Eddie whispers in his ear, making Gareth's eyes flutter, turned on more than ever before. “Nothing is quite as good as her tight little pussy and her perfect tits, look at how she’s laid out for you, buddy…”

Gareth groans, “fuck, I wish I could kiss her,” he lets his true feelings out. “Not doing anything with my mouth is fuckin weird… shit,” he’s having the time of his life fucking her into the blanket-covered carpet, “and I’m talking too much, right?”

Eddie smirks, “she said you can’t kiss her, but nothing about me…” he places a kiss on Gareth’s bare shoulder and along his neck as he moaned. “I always thought you’d be soft…”

Jeff and Kevin look at each other in shock and awe, they knew Eddie was bi, and so is Jeff… but Gareth has never said a word about the subject. He was pining so hard for Y/N and competing toe-to-toe with Eddie for so long, he must’ve built up some attraction to him, too.

The sight of her boyfriend making out with her best friend as said friend fucks her is a scene, unlike anything her wildest dreams could conjure up. She grips her breasts and grinds back against his cock, moaning with each thrust when Eddie’s hand comes down to rub her clit.

Gareth swats his hand out of the way and bites his lip quickly, letting it go when Eddie yelped, “right now, she’s mine.”

Eddie goes to fight back but Y/N’s guttural moan granted her all of his attention, “fuck, Gare… please, please?”

He rubs her clit and fucks her faster, hunching over her he balances with one hand on the ground beside her hip, giving him the perfect leverage to suck on her tits at the same time. And she was in heaven. Her hands came up to scratch his back, digging in deep as Gareth pounded her into the carpet and made her scream.

Her back arches even further as she cums, her nails dig so deep into him he yelps, but it feels so good mixed with how tight she got around his cock just then. “Fuck,” he groans, “take it, take it! Fuck, that’s it, oh man, cum on my cock like a—fuck, like a good little whore…” he’s shaking as he tries to hold off, fucking her through her orgasm before he even dares reach his own.

He drops against her chest and ruts into her faster, he buries his face into her neck and covers her in kisses and praise, “oh, fuck, thank you. Thank you,” he kisses both her cheeks and her forehead. “I can’t fucking believe that just happened.”

She cups his face and giggles as she looks up at him, all fucked out with rosy cheeks down to his chest and sweaty hair, “believe it or not, but you’re still inside of me.”

“Oh, oh, sorry,” he sits up on his knees and goes to pull out slowly with a shutter. “Sweet christ almighty…”

Eddie giggles as he watches, “she gets real creamy around 4 orgasms.”

Jeff was practically on the verge of exploding he was so hard, that the head of his cock was dripping as he ignored it.

She sits back up as soon as she’s calmed down enough to move again, “holy shit…”

Gareth is a blushing mess, unable to even look at her but she pulls him into a hug and kisses his cheek. “You did wonderfully.”

He kisses the top of her head, resting his cheek against her hair with a smile, “that was awesome.”

She laughs and turns to the last virgin in the room, “it was… but, Jeffery, you’re up.”

He anxiously nods, taking a condom from Eddie and rolling it over his own length. “H-how d’you—

“What would you like?” She cuts him off, crawling over to him with a sweet smile, “just, go easy on me?”

He nods, feverishly, “yeah, yeah, um…” he takes a second to think, “missionary is good, I guess?”

She laughs and pulls him in for a hug, resting her weight on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around his buff shoulders, “thank god… I’m so fucked out I don’t think I could ride you if you paid me.”

“Do you want more water?” Jeff worries as he rubs her back, “or a snack? I think you still have those two-bite brownies left… you know the good ones from KFC? I saw them in the fridge earlier.”

It makes her giggle, “I’m okay, very, very okay,” she pulls away from him with a smirk, “Eddie’s record with me in one night is 9 currently, this is nothing.”

He awkwardly laughs, “nine? Seriously?” The other boys laugh, too, watching on as Jeff gets the most affection from her.

She nods, very proud, “wanna bring me to number 5 now?”

He nods, “are you ready?”

“Absolutely,” she gives him all the consent in the world with that and her beautiful smile.

He lays her back gently, spreading her legs and getting between them, finally. He takes a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, hoping this memory lasted a very long time after it inevitably ended.

He slips in slowly, going inch by inch and letting her adjust, but also fascinated with the view of her taking his length. He angles her hips up, stealing the pillows back and shoving them under her, “how are you still so fucking tight?”

Eddie’s dark chuckle makes her head turn to him, she almost forgot he was there, so blissed out from being passed around their friends all night. “Isn’t she fucking fantastic.”

He’s been slowly stripping himself from his clothes with each round, leaving him in just his checkered, red, boxers. He palmed himself gently every so often, hearing her cum so much and having nothing to do with it made his cock twitch, but nothing got him off quite like being alone with her.

Jeff starts to pick up the pace, thrusting into her again and again as she laid there and took it with pride. Arms laid flat on the carpet, Jeff held her hips and manhandled her on and off his cock like she was nothing, it was quite the sight to see. All the boys were quite amazed.

Eddie crawls over and reaches for her hand, holding it gently and caressing her with his thumb. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world, being treated like a queen by her 4 favourite boys while simultaneously quadrupling her body count.

Jeff reaches out his hand, “spit,” he instructs Eddie and he does just that. Spitting in his hand so he can bring it to Y/N’s swollen clit for some added glide. His once gentle demeanour now gone, lust overtook him. He was getting carried away, “are you close?”

She whined, “ye-yeah.”

Eddie brushes some sweaty hairs off her face, watching her eyes roll back as yet another orgasm built in her stomach and exploded through her veins in glorious waves of euphoria.

“Jeff, oh my god,” she reaches out for him, running her fingers over his abs each time he thrusts back in. “Please, please?”

“Let go, princess,” Eddie encourages her. “Show him how much tighter you get when you cum.”

“Show me,” his grip tightens and his rhythm changes. The desperation in his voice is what sends her over the edge more than anything.

She gives him what he was searching for, she cums with a gasp as he stills inside of her, deeper than ever, she can feel him fill the condom. He grunts, “holy fucking shit.”

She wants to moan but she’s lost her voice, cumming so hard her eyes water while her body spasms. “Holy…” he wipes his brow with a sigh, “fuck.”

He pulls out and helps her into a sitting position, carrying on the tradition of kissing her forehead before passing her on to the next one.

Only this time, it was Thee One.

“Eddie,” she reaches out for him, crawling away from Jeff and right into eddies lap.

“Hi, my baby,” he pets her face gently, “how’re you feeling?”

She takes a deep breath and smiled at him, her body felt like an overcooked spaghetti noodle so she clung to him like her life depended on it, “I’m really good now… how are my boys?”

“Amazing,” Kevin answers, barely still awake as he watches from the couch, all cuddled up with a blanket.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic,” Gareth adds, rolling a joint, sitting in the corner in his boxers.

“What they said,” Jeff, points, cleaning himself up and looking for his clothes in the mess they’ve all left behind.

“Good,” she rests her chin against Eddie’s shoulder with a sigh. “You guys staying here tonight?”

They all hum in agreement, “cool,” she gives them a weak thumbs up and wraps herself back around Eddie, “take me to bed, lover.”

“Yes, princess,” he smacks her asscheek lightly, standing up with her and then picking her up bridal style. “Lock the door and turn out the lights, fellas.”

He brings her back to his room and lays her down on his bed gently. Immediately he places his hands on her cheeks, “be honest, bedtime or my turn?”

She giggles as she sits up a bit, holding his face in her hands, too. “It’s time to show them who I really belong to.”

He growls as he leans in for a kiss, biting her bottom lip instead and holding it between his teeth until he pulls away, “do you really belong to me, though?”

She doesn’t know where he’s going with this, but she’s excited nonetheless. She just nods, getting lost in the darkness of his eyes.

“That little show in there proved otherwise… you reminded me of someone, actually. You’re no longer a princess, you’re a queen.”

“What kind of queen does the things I just did?” She wonders, still having no idea where he was going with this.

“Semiramis, The Whore of Babylon… ” he shrugs, slightly embarrassed whenever he goes full nerd in the bedroom. “Although, she is Nimrod's wife, so I guess that makes me,” he points at himself with a look of confusion, simply trying to make her laugh some more.

She knew this trick. The more she laughed, the more it proved she was truly ready, willing and up for another round, the last thing he wanted was for her to say yes and not truly mean it.

“My Nimrod,” she caresses his cheek, pushing his hair back and behind his ear, “I told you it’s an affectionate nickname.”

He smiles, shaking his head, “it’s a good thing I love you.”

“If you didn’t, I have 3 other suitors,” she teases him. “And they’re waiting for one last show.”

“Is that so,” he gets up, playful as ever, and makes his way towards the door. “I see how it is…”

“Where are you going?” She calls after him, but he doesn’t answer. “Don’t make me fuck Gareth again!”

“I’m coming!” He shouts but all she can hear is the sound of him rushing around, “Gareth, sit down!” “I am?” Followed by laughter. But he comes back, with pillows tucked under his arm, the condom box gripped between his teeth and her glass of water in the other hand.

He hands her the water, tosses the pillows on the bed, takes a condom from the box and slams his door shut. “I’m ready when you are,” he says as he rolls on the condom.

She takes one big gulp of water and sets the glass down on the night table. She sits back down on the mattress with a bounce, “ready.”

“Up,” he gets her onto her knees and then spins his finger, making her turn around. He gets on the bed behind her, chest flush against her back, he wraps one hand around her chest to steady her and uses the other to slip inside. She sits down on his cock with a gasp, this was her favourite position with him.

She could toss her head back against his shoulder, to the side, while he pressed kisses to her skin and whispered dirty things in her ear. He could feel up her breasts and rub her clit all while fucking her from behind. Dirty enough to make god frown, but good enough to contemplate going to hell for a lifetime of sex with him.

“You looked so hot out there,” his words are hot against her ear, his bottom lip trails along the lobe. “What a charitable queen letting the lowly townsmen fuck you…”

“Look at me now,” she breaths out, trying to stay composed but too fucked out to care at the same time. “I’m— fuck, I’m fucking the banished one now.”

“And why am I banished?” He grips her hair tighter, pulling her head to the side and making her look at him.

“Fuck,” she moans, grinding with his movements, she places her hand over his, trying to make him play with her clit more. “cause—oh sweet christ! Cause you fuck so good!”

“Thats right,” he pushes her down against the mattress, ass up, he slaps and grabs at her cheeks while fucking into her with more force. “Let them know how good.”

With each short, hard thrust, she gets louder and louder, shouting obscenities and nonsense, “louder baby, or you don’t get to cum.”

She always listens, putting on the best show for the rest of them, wondering in the back of her mind if they’ve taken it upon themselves to get off to the noise, or if they were too drained from earlier.

He uses her hair like a leash, gripping it around his fist and pulling her face from the mattress, “don’t be shy, we already know you’re a whore.”

With each thrust, she moans, whimpers and cries out for more. “Ooh myy goOd,” she starts to tremble as the tip of his cock knocks against her cervix, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Please?”

“What was that?” He slaps her ass, “I couldn’t hear you?”

“Please!! Make me cum!! I need you, please, master!” She pulls out all the tricks, pushes all his buttons and relishes in the reward of pleasure.

He pulls out, flips her over and slams right back into her, watching her beautiful, bruise ridden tits bounce with the motions, “let go, princess,” he gives her the go-ahead, rubbing her clit for assurance, and she tightened around him as a result.

“That’s it,” he gets more erratic near the end, “fuck, yeah, take it!”

She screams while she cums and he fucks her right through it. Gripping the sheets, eyes screwed closed, she almost blacks out from how powerful the release was.

Now tighter than ever, Eddie thrusts into her only a little bit longer before he’s a goner too. He drops down against her, kissing her neck gently while he ruts into her, moaning with each snap of his hips. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him so impossibly close to her body, that she never wanted to let him go now.

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses the top of his head, still riding out their highs together. “I love you so fucking much, baby,” he reminds her.

“My love for you only got stronger today,” she assured him. “It was so hot having you show me off… I like when people know I’m yours.”

He hums, kissing her neck again before propping himself up on his elbow. She brushes his hair behind his ear so he can see her better, smiling at each other with so, so much love and affection in their eyes. “Forever.”

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hiii, can I request something for Dominic like? just whatever idrc, ill be happy with everything

✶ number one fan — dominic fike x reader

SUMMARY: you're supporting your boyfriend while he performs on stage

WARNINGS: simp dom idk i love him

A/N: SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTING FOR DOM!!!! he is my pinoy king BAHAHA hope u enjoy this one <3

the tour was coming to an end. almost three months of traveling with your boyfriend and his crew.

tonight was his last night to perform and the first night you won’t be watching his performance behind the corner and with the crowd.

“are you sure you wanna watch there? i don’t want you getting hurt,” he said, curls covering his eyes as he double-checked his laces.

you smile softly before putting on your lipstick. “i’ll be fine, i promise.” he stands up from the couch and wraps his arms around your waist, placing kisses on your neck.

you hum as he kisses you before he captures your newly painted lips for a kiss. you pull away quickly, a hand on his cheek, frowning when you see your lipstick smudged on and over his lips.

“dom, why’d you do that!” you act like you were upset but a smile was tugging at your lips as you wiped the stain off his face.

he proceeds to reach for your lips but you avoid it, making him laugh as you try your best to keep him away from your lips.

“baby, just—just let me have at least a part of you for everyone to see when i’m on stage.” he said, in between laughs. suddenly, he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close to him.

he was peppering kisses all over your neck and jaw while he tickled you. “okay, okay! fine, i will please stop!” you managed to say in between giggles then he placed one last peck on your lips.

his hands were still on your waist and yours were now wrapped around his neck. you give in and kiss him longer than he did earlier.

when you felt his tongue in your mouth you pulled away, making him groan. you pulled him closer than you two already were and kissed his jaw down to his neck, purposely leaving a kiss mark on his neck that would be visible while he performed. you bite the skin gently before pulling away from him.

“there you go.” your arms are now on his shoulders and face him in front of the mirror before reapplying your lipstick.

dominic wiped off the stained lipstick on his face but kept the one you had left on his neck, treating it like an accessory.

during the concert, you had the best time of your life. some fans recognized you and took photos with you, you were able to see how your boyfriend’s music helped people and were able to connect with them through it.

it warmed your heart.

especially at this moment with the crowd singing along with him.

when the song ended, he was looking around the venue, his curls getting into his view.

despite the number of people there, his eyes still found its way to you. his energy immediately changed when he saw you, even smiling when you blew him a kiss from where you were standing.

he runs a hand through his hair, getting the curls away then walks back to the microphone.

“alright so for this next one, i made this song with my friend kevin which my girlfriend, y/n loves so much. i dedicate this to her. i love you, thank you for making everything feel so secure and for everything you've done in the past years." dominic says, smiling widely at you before he starts playing the chords on his guitar.

the fans screamed after he spoke and started playing the song.

you felt like the only person in the venue, locking eyes with dominic despite him being far from where you were sat yet he continued singing the song to you.

once the song ended, he mentioned you once again. "that was peach, thank you everyone—i love my girlfriend."

#dominic fike #dominic fike x reader #dominic fike x you #elliot euphoria #dominic fike imagines #dominic fike fanfic #savi's works ✶

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𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑦.

PAIRING: s10!carlgallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: creep men, sexual harrassment, swearing GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: nice 2 know ya by sylendanna WORD COUNT: 631 REQUESTED: yes

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you didn’t really go out all that often, you are what they call a homebody, but you had a hard time telling carl no so that’s how you ended up sitting in his lap in the alibi. with a coke in hand, kevin only just remembered you weren’t old enough to drink.

carl's arms wrapped around your waist as he talked to the locals about random shit, you didn’t pay too much attention to it as you leaned into his touch, your head pressed against his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns over his with a dreamy smile on your lips.

“oh to be young and in love!” kevin smiles at the two of you before walking away taking someone's drink order down.

carl turned back and smiled down at you, lightly tapping your thigh, “i gotta go piss,” he whispered into your ear like it was some secret, making you giggle as you slid off of his lap watching him quickly make his way into the men’s bathroom.

shaking your head to yourself, turning your attention to the cherries in your drink, stirring them around with your straw. your leg bouncing, waiting impatiently for him to get back, social anxiety slowly creeping back in on you whilst you were alone.

“well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a voice speaks beside you, a little too close for comfort, so you turned your head around in it’s direction.

“a pretty little thing that’s taken, so fuck off.” you voice back, normally you wouldn’t be this rude, but in all honesty you just wanted to be left alone, especially by this piece of shit.

“ooh she's feisty!”

“dude, so not cool leave her alone or get out of my bar!” kevin sternly stated, as he pointed to the door, the guy continued spewing disgusting things in your ear which just made you get up to get carl and go, but as soon as you stood he grabbed a handful of your ass.

which made you forcefully push him away from you, clearly violated you wrapped your arms around yourself as you back away from him. it was a blur as carl protectively pushed you behind him, then grabbed the man up by the collar, punching him repeatedly until he had him on the floor.

tommy let him get his hits in before pulling carl off of the beaten man who was now barely conscious.

ripping himself out of tommy’s grip, pointing at the bloodied creep who was barely sitting up on the floor, “i will kill you if you even think to look at her again, do i make myself clear?” carl shouts at him, the guy frantically nods then runs out of the building.

carl's breath ragged as adrenaline ran through him, his fists still clenched as he eyed everyone around him realising the whole building had gone silent, it didn’t take long for everyone to go back to normal, drinking and playing pool, but all he was concerned about was you.

turning back around, pulling you into his arms making sure he was gentle with you, “i'm so sorry, sweetheart.” his words were soft as he held you, tears stung your eyes. but you were just glad he was with you.

he backed away just enough for his shaky hands to be pressed to your cheeks, giving you a small smile making one of your own appear.

“yeah, just wanna go home,”

and you did.

spending the night in the gallagher home trying to find ways to make it up to him even with the amount of reassurance he gave you, you persisted and he gave in. you made him ice his bruised knuckles, both cooking dinner for everyone, spending the rest of the night cuddling and kissing in his bed.

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It’s while you’re playing with dinosaurs on the floor that something comes crashing into your grand fight seen. You boggle a moment, caught off guard by the sleek white train that’s now knocked onto its side thanks to your mighty Tyrantrum. But you pick it up, and glance around the room to see who lost their toy.

All the other children are playing on their own. You can see a gaggle playing house, the father loudly scolding the “dog” for peeing in the house, thus sending the rest of the “family” into heaps of giggles. There are a few reading, buried in blankets and pillows as they smile at their picture books. And then there’s a lone boy, stood over by the corner, away from most everyone.

He stares at you, eyes flickering between your face and the train you hold. His smile is tight and looks painful.

You stand, and stride over to him. The boy jumps, head ducking away from your returned stare, only to jolt once more when you offer him the train back.

“Here!” You chirp, happy to have helped. “Your cool train ran into my Tyrantrum and had a big crash! But I’m super cool and smart, so I was able to fix it!”

Shaky hands take the train from you, and your grin wavers at the sight of the boy slowly turning a deep pink. You grow a little nervous, especially with his silence.

“Um, okay!” You say, false cheeriness lacing your words. “Bye!”

You race back to your own toys, shouting at Kevin when he tries to steal your Aerodactyl.

You don’t talk with the boy again, but whenever you glance his way, you can see him staring at you still. Weird! But you try not to mind it.

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You’re outside today, which is always super fun. You get to dig your hands into the dirt, piling it up into castles and towers that your imagination can fill with wizards and royalty to have drama amongst themselves. You’re so lost in your little dirt world that you almost don’t notice the shadow that falls over you.

You do notice, though, and glance up to see that same boy. His smile is still tight, but he’s holding something behind his back, the toe of his foot tracing shapes in the dirt.

“Hi!” You greet. “Whatcha got there?”

The boy flushes, but shows you what he’s holding. A small Venipede squirms around in his grip, barely bigger than his hands, so that means-!

“A baby!” You squeal, shocking the boy as you immediately begin to coo at the bug. “Hello! Hello! You’re so cute!”

The boy wobbles on his feet, but eventually sets the Venipede down for you to pet. The bug chitters and whines, leaning into your dirty palms. It makes you squirm with happiness, and you look up to thank the boy for showing you his find, only to see he’s gone.

“Oh.” You say, a little disappointed. But you don’t stay that way for long, as the boy soon runs up, skidding to a stop before you with his hands behind his back once more. “Oh! Yay! You’re back!”

The boy gives a jerking nod, then shoves his hands forward. You tumble back some, surprised to see the small white flower he clutches. It smells sweet, despite being so small.

“For me?” You ask breathily. The boy nods again, so pink you’re worried he’s given himself a fever. But you take the flower from him, smiling as he curls in on himself, fiddling with his own fingers. “Thank you!”

You plant a kiss to his cheek.

“Now we’re married!” You chirp.

The boy faints.

“Oh no!”

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You eye the man in the kitchen, chattering away with his brother as they fight over what’s for dinner. Sometimes you miss how cute and shy he used to be, but at the same time, it’s nice to see him grow into someone confident and happy.

Sighing, you close the book on the Venipede entry, safely encasing the tiny white flower pressed between the pages to be looked at another time.

#emmet x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #thinking about childhood romance #lmao #be kid. give bug to kid you like. panic.

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie.

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie.

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed.

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera.

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass.

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me.

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then.

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of.

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course.

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes.

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez.

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal.

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?”

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know?

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here.

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

#and that's that #Apparently we've got a bonus day though that I forgot existed #so that's nice #Or not for anyone that was excited to not see these on your dash lol #tumblr live #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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Fluent Freshman - Part 23

There were a few reasons that Andrew and Neil could not get past reception to go see FF or get updates on his current condition.

The first reason was that visiting hours were long over by the time they had arrived a little after midnight.

The second reason was that hospitals, in general, don’t just give out information on their patients to any random person that walks in and asks for an update on their condition. They are ESPECIALLY hesitant to give out updates on patients when the people who are asking can’t give you anything other than a first name, general description, and the reason that the patient is in the hospital.

Somehow “Completely average looking guy with the last name Smith who was stabbed in the stomach” is not enough for the receptionist to go off of.

“There are multiple people here that fit that description. I would need at least a first and last name before I could even begin to start seeing if you were someone who we even could give updates to. No, I will not continue to play your fun little game of guess the first name.” She says when Andrew opens his mouth to start listing off names alphabetically again.

So now Andrew and Neil found themselves under the watchful eye of a security guard as they sat in the back corner of the front reception area.

“I can’t believe we still don’t know what Smith’s first name is.” Neil says his face is buried in his hands as he and Andrew sit in the uncomfortable chairs trying to figure out where to go from here.

“I think she knows exactly who we want to see.” Andrew scowls towards the receptionist who, long used to the ire of the public, pays him no mind. Andrew just refused to believe that there were that many brown haired, brown eyed, average height and weight guys who had suffered a stab wound to the stomach that would have been admitted in the last two hours.

“I just hope they actually are looking after him and that no one went and forgot about him in an hallway somewhere.” Neil says hands sliding up into his hair to grip.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Andrew dismisses despite knowing that Wymack had ABSOLUTELY forgotten FF at a stadium once during the period where FF had been low presence to keep his family from bothering him.

The U-turn he had pulled had definitely been illegal when FF called and asked where the bus was when they had been on the road for five minutes. Wymack had felt terrible about it but FF had just seemed relieved that the bus had come back for him.

Wymack.

Andrew pulls out his phone and dials a familiar number. Wymack, reliable as always, picks up on the fourth ring with the sound of cursing as he got the phone up to his ear. “What.” He asks and Andrew can hear the sounds of driving and Kevin’s infamously train-like snoring in the background.

“What’s Smith first name. You know it.” Andrew demands.

“Classified.” Wymack clips back immediately.

“I need to know it so that we can get updates.” Andrew hisses.

“He isn’t interested in people knowing it and you wouldn’t be able to get updates anyways.” Wymack dismisses.

“We want to be able to head back to see him.” Neil tries.

“Visiting hours are long over Josten. You know that I’m not settling that bet that you little fuckers have floating around about this.” Wymack responds back.

Andrew grits his teeth and then forces himself to relax his jaw, “It’s not about the bet.” Andrew shuts his eyes in irritation.

That stupid bet.

The betting culture within the Palmetto State Foxes Exy team that Reynold’s had cultivated held strong even after her graduation with the remaining Foxes. The Bet had started when one of the other freshmen had mentioned that it was funny that FF went around like Cher or Madonna. The realization that none of them knew FF’s first name was one that had them placing bets on a multitude of things. Things like: “Do you wanna bet it’s a super normal boring name?”, “Do you wanna bet that it’s a weird foreign name?”, and “Is FF intentionally not giving it out to people or since he goes by his last name normally he has no idea that anything is amiss?” Had lower pools since you were betting on a spectrum. The bet with the highest pool is: “What is FF’s first name”.

Wymack had categorically refused to answer it and all other attempts to discover FF’s first name had been met with frustration. There was a solemn agreement that no one could just go and outright ask him since that would ruin all of the fun. Andrew had agreed to not ask when the team had collectively filled his freezer with ice cream cake and he was a man of his word.

The general belief (after the revelation of his major and the number of languages FF spoke) was that FF’s name was just not easy to pronounce for English speakers.

Andrew hadn’t participated but he know that the Foxes do have a running list of names they know it’s not. (Greg, Will, Smith (again), Matt, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nathaniel, Jack, Beyonce (Sheena’s drunken guess), Nicholas, John, Fred, Garfield, Frank, Alfred, Augustus, Adam, etc. (Andrew had been trying to guess with the receptionist for a while))

“You’re coming here aren’t you? We can get updates when you get them.” Neil says.

“He’s in emergency surgery right now and will remain there for the next few hours most likely. There’s not going to be any updates hopefully.” Wymack says with a sigh loud enough that they can hear it over Kevin’s snoring.

“Surgery? He needs surgery?” Neil asks sounding surprised s if FF hadn’t been stabbed to the hilt into his stomach with one of Andrew’s knives. He’s about to give Neil some shit for the question before remembering that if there was any person who would think that a stab wound to the stomach wouldn’t necessitate surgery it would be Neil “I’m Fine” Josten.

“Yes Josten, he needs surgery. They have to stitch up his stomach and the surgeons are also going to be dealing with some of the ulcers that were ruptured by the knife.” Wymack explains likely coming to the same conclusion that Andrew had on Neil’s stupid question. “They were a bit worried about him bleeding out but he stabilized before the surgery.” Wymack sighs.

“I’m going the hospital since I’m Smith’s medical proxy. If anything goes wrong with the surgery I want to be there so I can make an informed decision on his care.” Wymack says and… Andrew figured there’d be surgery but to hear it and the possibility that something could go wrong, that the last thing FF had said to him had been something non-sensical about “Gracie Hart wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. I’m Cheryl at best.”as he’d started succumbing to all the blood loss. “If you could stick around long enough for me to drop Kevin off with you I would appreciate it.” Wymack says.

“What if he needs a blood transfusion?” Andrew says.

“Smith is AB-, it’s the second easiest blood type to transfuse into. Go home Andrew.” Wymack repeats.

Andrew works his jaw irritated that there didn’t seem to be a path to getting his way.

“We’ll stay here until you get here.” Andrew agrees, “But you’ll get an update before we leave.” He adds.

Wymack sighs, “Fair enough.” He says before hanging up.

It’s 45 minutes of waiting and tossing a few more name possibilities at the receptionist who seems more amused than anything at their continued attempts to guess their friend’s first name (Neil goes through the entire list of names that he’s gone by and none of them get the thumbs up).

Wymack comes through the doors with a half awake Kevin Day following his steps. “I have another favor to ask you.” Wymack says instead of any form of greeting.

“I’m not going to leave Kevin in the car overnight again. It was just that one time.” Andrew says with a roll of his eyes and honestly he’d been punished enough listening to Kevin bitch, moan, and sneeze for the following week while talking about all the supplements he was taking.

“Not that,” Wymack pauses, “I have two favors to ask you. First don’t do that. Second, would you be able to pick up Smith’s grandma from the airport tomorrow?” He asks.

Andrew blinks.

“She’s coming here?” He asks.

“I updated her on my way here. She booked a flight and will be arriving around noon tomorrow.” Wymack says and Andrew doesn’t know why he’s confused by this. FF’s grandma got him two still warm pies to cheer him up on Thanksgiving.

He’d stabbed that woman’s grandson.

“I’ll pick her up.” He agrees.

Shorter one today

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The requests to be added to the tag list keep being spread out across a few different areas. If I missed you please just ask again in the replies I promise I just missed you.

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you didn’t get a notification there might be something switched around in your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

#Fluent Freshman AU #Might be taking a bit of a break after this post #I wanna figure out the overarching joke of the next part #So FF is under the knife getting stitched up so he doesn't make an in person appearance this chapter #Kevin is coming along with Wymack because he wants to figure out the recovery time and PT FF will need #They were planning on having him be the starting Dealer next season #Honestly he can't BELIEVE that Romero would fuck up his line-up like this #Yes Kevin is aware that he is not the Captain #FF never lets anyone forget who the Captain is #It's Captain Neil #Neil and Andrew try to become close to the receptionist so she will release FF's first name #But god they are both super bad at small talk #Andrew and Neil: So...busy day?#Receptionist: Actually considering the fact its Black Friday it wasn't that bad #Neil: Is it...is it that dangerous? (Thinking about FF this morning)#Receptionist: I've seen body builders get their thigh bones snapped in half by exhausted stay at home moms for a blender you tell me #Neil: Anyone from the (location) Target?#Receptionist: Oh that was a bloodbath didn't you see the news?#The misconception that FF is a cool badass guy continues to grow throughout the Foxes #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG Fic #FF - Pt 23

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