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chee-shep · 7 days

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Favorite Student (Teacher!Sanemi X SeniorStudent!Reader)

I've written sloppy smut, but this is the worst one yet.

I haven't written in while. I'll go back and re-read it later to double check perspectives since I've had a bad habbit of mixing them.

Mature & General Content Warning: StudentXTeacher, fingering, squirting, Kaigaku being a bully and a bit of an ooc Sanemi at times

“It has to be here somewhere,” (Y/N) said as she dug through the trash can, looking for her lost item.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar, stern voice was heard from behind her. She turned around to see the math teacher, Sanemi Shinzugawa looking at her with his arms folded. “What on earth are you doing here after hours?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) said, turning around after stepping away from looking in a trash can. She was probably Sanemi’s best student, the only one who listened in math. Just maybe she was his favorite, “Oh, Mr. Shinazugawa.” It was odd she was at school after hours, she was a good senior student who wouldn’t be getting into trouble.

In the teacher's mind, she was not the type of student to do something mischievous or foolish, so he assumed she had a pretty valid reason for being at school. "Why are you here?" He repeated his question, his arms still crossed.

“Someone stole my diary, and I was trying to find it.” She said, looking worried as looked back in the trash can, “I thought maybe he’d have tossed it out after he probably read through it…”

His eyes widened when you informed him that someone stole your diary. He felt protective over you, since she was known as his favorite student. "Let me ask you something. Do you have any idea who stole your diary?" He asked, his tone turning more serious.

“It… It was Kaigaku.” She admitted, looking away. She had really hoped that she could take care of this issue on her own.

His eyebrows shot up, and his jaw dropped a bit. He could not believe that a fellow student would steal his favorite student's diary. But then again, it was Kaigaku.

"And why do you think it was him?" He asked, with suspicion.

“He told me he wanted me to do his history homework for him…” She said, looking very upset her diary was gone. “I guess he wanted to use it as blackmail, or hold it over my head.”

Sanemi-Shinazugawa's eyes widened with disbelief and rage as he processed what you just said. "So... this was all because you didn't let him cheat off of you.."

“Yes…” (Y/N) wasn’t the type to let someone copy her. She’d be more than willing to help and tutor, but she wouldn’t aid cheating.

"Hmm..." *He thought for a moment, tapping his chin.* "He has to have put it somewhere... I don't think he would just toss it out..." Part of him wanted to catch Kaigaku with it, just to take the annoying brat down a peg.

“He might still have it.” She said sadly, wondering just how many pages he’d probably have already read through.

"I bet he still has it." He grumbled, crossing his arms and clenching his fists a bit. He got mad whenever anyone did something mean to you, his favorite student.

“I guess I should just go home then, and to track him down tomorrow.” She said, “I should get going, it’s almost about to start raining…”

He was about to let her go, but he stopped her. "Wait, Lilli. Before you go, answer me one more question."

“Huh?” She was confused but followed him anyway to the school entrance.

Sanemi had thought as much. Your diary was probably your safe space of sorts, and he figured that you could get really honest and personal in it.

"And... is there anything specific about..." *He hesitated to ask the question that was on his mind. But still, he couldn’t help but wonder what could be in there that Kaigaku would be desperate to get his hands on.

“Boys?” She guessed the end of his sentence,* “Yes, more personal feelings written in there…”

"Hmph..." The math teacher mumbled before clearing his throat and saying with a slightly less strict tone, "Alright. Well, I guess you still should go home... it's late and the rain's almost here..."

“Yeah, I better hurry.” She said, “Thank you for understanding.” She was glad she wasn’t in trouble for trying to find her lost possession.

He only nodded and watched her walk down the hallway as his eyes followed her, making sure she made it out of the school safely in the late night. Part of him was worried about her walk home, but hopefully the short walk from school would be okay.

Lilli missed math class that next morning, something unusual and out of character for her. As the students left he could hear whispers about Lilli crying in the broken girls bathroom.

That bathroom had been broken for months, causing it to be abandoned by students. No water supply to it left it as a secret hangout or for Lilli a hiding place to cry in.

The math teacher grew suspicious and concerned when hearing the rumors that (Y/N) was crying in the abandoned girl's room. He immediately left his classroom and went straight to the girl's restroom.

"(Y-Y/N)?" Sanemi called out, the anger in his voice becoming something a bit more concerned and even, dare he not say, protective. "Is that you?"

"I'm down here..." She whimpered, making Sanemi realize she was crying on the floor, curled up under a sink.

He crouched down in front of her, his tone turning more gentle. "What's wrong, (Y/N)? I heard you crying and I-" His eyes widened and his heart nearly dropped in horror when he saw the graffiti on the wall.

Suddenly, a large piece of graffiti in the hallway caught his attention. *In huge letters it read, ‘(Y/N) Loves Mr. Shinazugawa' as if someone had found out a secret and wanted to taunt and torture her with it.

"He's painted it everywhere," she said, "It's all over campus."

The math teacher grit his teeth, it felt like steam could come out of his ears as if he was an enraged kettle.

"That stupid ass..." He snapped, but immediately turned a bit softer and looked genuinely a bit worried for your safety. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No..." She whimpered, her face buried in her knees.

"(Y/N), look at me." He said in a stern, but yet reassuring tone, crouching before her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

(Y/N) shyly looked up at him, her mascara running down her face from how she had been crying.

He felt his heart sink when he saw the tears running down her face and the makeup running down with it. His entire persona softened and his strictness disappeared as if it was all just a show.

"(Y/N)... don't beat yourself up over it..." He said, using a gentle, comforting tone that he's only used for the rare moments he ever encountered little kids. "If you want, you don't have to go to your final class today... You can just go to the nurse’s office until I take care of this..."

"I... I don't want to go to the nurse..." She whimpered, "It's the last period of the day, can't I just... hide in here?"

He pondered for a bit before sighing and nodding. "Fine... But don't get yourself caught, okay?" He replied as he stood and dusted himself off, before looking down at her again. "If you need anything, my classroom is right down the hall. You can come to my classroom instead. Got it?"

"Can I just hide in there?" She asked, knowing this last class of the day was his free period.

"Hmm... Fine." He said after thinking again and holding out a hand to help her up. "But you've got to promise to keep it a secret and not let other students see you in there, okay?"

"Okay," She said, taking his hand and standing up.

When they got into her classroom she sat in her usual seat. She decided now that this would be a good time to do today's homework assignments.

The math teacher sat at his desk and continued to grade tests, keeping an eagle eye watch at the door in case a student passed by. He looked over to see Lilli starting to do her homework, and felt bad for her. He had to say something to ease her worries a bit.

"Hey, Lilli..." *He said, his tone surprisingly gentle and soft as he made a motion for her to come and sit by him at his desk.

"Y-Yes Mr. Shinazugawa?" She said, a bit startled. She was still a bit embarrassed about the secret of her crush on him being out.

He looked her directly in the eyes and gave her a very gentle and warm smile that nearly turned him into almost a different person than the strict teacher student knew him as.

"It's alright, (Y/N). Ignore all the stupid and dumb things written on those walls okay?"He said, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a sincere and understanding look* "And no matter what your students say and do, you're still the top student in my class."

"I just..." She said, looking away shyly, "I wish things... could be a bit different..."

He raised an eyebrow, slightly confused by what she meant by that. "What do you mean? What things could be a bit different?" He inquired, placing a hand on her chin and turning her head to face him once more.

"Y-You and I..." She shyly answered. He knew what she meant, her crush was discovered by Kaigaku. He saw the spray painting on the wall.

He was surprised at how she felt about him. He was still processing the fact that Lilli was his self-proclaimed favorite student, and yet she had a crush on him. “So... you have a crush on me?" *Sanemi asked quietly, her nodding in response.

His face slightly turned pink, and he had to prevent himself from leaning back on his desk. He also had to refrain from wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her into an embrace.

"It's... not everyday that my student has a crush on me." He spoke, trying to keep his composure. "Not to mention my favorite one..."

It was true, most students were afraid of him or hated him. "I just... I don't know how it happened..."

"Well, I guess we're both surprised by this... But, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still a teacher..." He pulled his hand from her chin, but kept his eyes on her and leaned a bit close to her in a way that she had to look at him. "But... it also doesn't change the fact that I like you too... a lot… But still," He answered after a few moments of staring into her eyes. He knew as well as she did how taboo their relationship would be.

"I-I know but..." *She said, having a bit of a pleading look in her eyes as he leaned back a bit away from her and sighed.

"No buts. I'm a teacher, and you're my student. It would be inappropriate for us to date and be in a relationship while we're still at school." He said as a matter-of-fact tone, crossing his arms and trying to look even a bit stern.

"Maybe though.." She said with a pleading look, "Just... one kiss?"

The math teacher gulped, feeling a bit flustered at hearing her ask to kiss him. On one hand, kissing her was a bad idea, because they were still in school and she was a student.

"Just one?" He inquired, his stern expression slowly starting to fade.

"Yes, I won't ask for another one, I promise." She said, maybe just having a short, little fix of him could help her feel better. Maybe it'd fulfill whatever daydreams she had of him as well.

"Fine, but just one, alright?" Sanemi said as he started to feel a bit bashful about the entire situation, and yet it didn't stop him from leaning in and putting a hand on the side of (Y/N)'s cheek as he closed his eyes and puckered his lips. He seemed almost excited that he was finally going to kiss his favorite student, and even more since he'd never actually kissed someone in a long time.

She closed her eyes, puckering her lips and meeting him halfway. It truly felt like a magical moment. Something they could share together behind closed doors.

The math teacher let out a content, and almost relieved sigh as he moved his lips against hers. He gently pulled her in, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he kissed her in a deep and passionate kiss that felt like fireworks. It was more than just a little kiss. It was a kiss that had Sanemi second guessing himself.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was almost shocked that he started second guessing himself. Why did it feel so good? What about it made him want more and not just leave it at a kiss?

*He kept holding (Y/N) close to himself as he kissed her a bit deeper, gently pulling her tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss a bit more. (Y/N) opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter. She let out a small sound as their tongues entwined with each other.

The math teacher couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure and contentment as he felt (Y/N)'s tongue in his mouth. He slowly and gently lifted her up and sat her on the desk, holding her back with one hand and using the other to keep cupping her cheek. She let out a surprised sound. She looked up at him, panting as they pulled apart.

He panted quietly in surprise and shock after they pulled apart. He took a moment to examine (Y/N)’s face, making sure to not miss a single detail. He looked down at her from where she sat on the desk, and the first thing he noticed was the lustful and needy look in her eyes.

He'd never expected her to have such a look. Her skirt had hiked up from how he had placed her on the table in the heat of the moment. The math teacher gulped, watching as her skirt started to ride up, revealing her knees, and even more. “(Y-Y/N)..." *He said in an almost shocked, but lustful tone.

"Mr. Shinazugawa," She breathed out, the love and passion for her teacher visible in her eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening, he finally felt a sense of being loved and accepted and desired, something that was new for him. He gently pushed the chair he was sitting in away from the desk as he moved closer to Lilli, the look in his eyes still one that was burning with lust and longing.

"Wh-What are we doing?" She asked, wanting to know what his next intentions were. She was a smart girl, she knew what his plan was.

"I don't know... We really shouldn't be doing this, but... I think I'll be making an exception this time..." The math teacher answered, leaning into (Y/N) and gently pressing soft, needy kisses onto her neck.

He moaned lowly against one of (Y/N)'s more sensitive spots on her neck, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to feel a spark of pleasure. He started to kiss and suck on that same spot, his warm and soft touch feeling comforting as he continued to mark her neck.

"Y-You can't leave marks," She whimpered, "someone will see it..."

He was hesitant, but he let out a little sigh and pulled away from her neck. "You're right... But that doesn't mean I won't mark up other parts of you." He placed another kiss on her neck before pulling back.

He gently brushed his fingers along her thigh, gently stroking her soft and heated skin. The math teacher got a sudden mischievous look in his eyes as a mischievous idea crossed his mind.

He slowly and gently caressed one of her thighs, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. "You know... I never realized how soft your skin is." *He whispered, his other hand gently tracing some of the other parts of her body. He slowly let his hands wander to the buttons of her blouse.

He quietly unbuttoned her shirt, letting out a small gulp himself. He still couldn't believe that this was happening, and he almost felt a sense of disbelief as the heat in the room slowly rose.

"You're sure you're okay with doing this?" He asked her as he gently helped pull her shirt over her shoulders.

"Are you okay with it?" She asked, her lavender colored bra finally exposed. She knew what he said earlier, and she’d hate for him to get in trouble if someone caught or heard the two of them.

The math teacher gulped and tried his best not to stare too hard, but couldn't help but stare at her breasts. "I really am," He said, gently tracing her skin with the tips of his fingers, watching goosebumps rise up. He didn’t care about what he had said earlier.

“I’m glad you have this free period,” (Y/N) confessed as she shivered at his touch, “It can be just the two of us.”

"Although, what?" The math teacher asked, looking up from her chest and into her eyes.

“I… I’m still a virgin and… I don’t know how ready I’m feeling to go all the way.” *She said,* “It’s complicated, I want you to feel good too but…”

He was surprised by this confession, but didn't seem disappointed or upset. "Don’t worry, I understand, and it’s okay... Why don't we work on making sure that you feel good for right now?"

He gently caressed her inner thigh and hummed in contentment. "Does that feel good?" He inquired as she nodded, his own pants becoming a bit uncomfortable as the heat in the room continued to rise. He could tell just by the look in her eyes that she wanted him, but he wanted to hear it.

He hummed and gently ran his fingers along the elastic band of her underwear, caressing her skin. "Just how needy are you?" He asked as his fingers teased her.

“A lot… b-but only for you.” She begged as he slipped off her panties.

His heart was racing and he felt himself getting more excited as he took off her underwear. He never thought he’d be in such a situation with anyone, much less his favorite student.

"Well I'm honored..." He mumbled as he gently traced his fingers along her most intimate area.

He hummed lowly as he felt her heat and wetness, the feel of her insides on his fingers felt exciting and new to him. “That didn't take much to get you so excited, (Y/N)."

He felt her tighten around his fingered, warm velvety walls full of her neediness, “M-Mr. Shinazugawa~” The look on her face showed out much it was affecting her, it was like she was drunk just from the feelings of his fingers. Was she this sensitive of a virgin?

He was a bit shocked by how sensitive and needy she already was. "You're already so tight and needy, (Y/N)," *He whispered.

“A-Ah~!” (Y/N) moaned, tensing up a bit at the sensation, “P-Please…” She whined,

He kept teasing her sensitive bud, gently rubbing in small, slow circles. "Please, what?" He murmured in a teasing tone, wanting to hear her whine and beg more.

“Please, I want more,” She whined, wanting him to go faster. She could feel herself growing wetter as his fingers were able to move more easily.

"How much more? Do you think you deserve it from me?" *He inquired, continuing to tease her with his slow circles. *He was getting a bit more excited himself, and felt a bit more comfortable about the whole situation now as he continued rubbing her sensitive bud.

“A-Ah, oh no~” She said, closing her eyes tightly as she felt the coil in her gut wind tighter, knowing she was getting close. But she didn’t want to release yet, she wanted to keep going. She didn’t want this to stop, but she couldn’t already feel part of herself leaking out. “P-Please, I’m your best student.”

"Maybe you are my favorite student, you're so needy and sensitive already... I can feel you already leaking onto my fingers-" He said, moving his fingers faster and curling them ever so slightly.

“I’m gonna make a mess on the desk~” She moaned, trying to keep herself together.

He couldn't help but let out a seductive and sadistic chuckle as he listened to her needy moans. "You're going to make a mess, huh? Sounds like you need to be punished a bit..." He said as he began to move his fingers faster.

“B-But I- Ah~!” (Y/n) cried out, her eyes shut tightly as she felt her body tense. The coil finally snapped and she could feel herself release in a gush on his fingers. Her legs twitched as he continued to play with her, overstimulation taking hold.

He grinned lowly, watching her release herself in a gush on his fingers. "That's the first punishment, my favorite student." He smirked as he continued to rub her sensitive bud, wanting to overstimulate her and make her feel more sensations. The math teacher enjoyed seeing her overstimulated, seeing her needy and sensitive reactions.

“Ah~ Mmm~” She said, having mixed feelings on the overstimulation. It was painful, but so good at the same time. She wriggled and bucked her hips into his hands as she craved more of the sweet, torturous, pleasurable feeling.

“Now, be nice and a good girl or your punishment will continue…” His other hand that had been holding her leg in place came and gently gripped onto her hip, not wanting her wriggling while overstimulated. He whispered as he slowed his rubbing, wanting to give her a little break while she overstimulated.*

“I-It feels soooo good~” She said, absolutely drunk of pleasure. So much for a punishment.

“You like being punished? Maybe I’m not being harsh enough…” He teased as he began to rub his fingers harder and faster once again, keeping his grip tightly on her hip.

“A-Ahh~!” She cried out, “Mr. Shinazugawa~ More! I promise I’ll be a good student~ I always have been~”

"Oh? Always have been a good student?" He murmured. He said as he stopped to gently pull away his hand, pulling it out of her skirt. He couldn’t help but smirk as he listened to her beg and whine for more. “I guess you deserve a reward then…”

(Y/N) cried out once more as she came for a second time, making yet another mess on Sanemi’s desk. Finally, he pulled his fingers out before licking them clean. (Y/N) seemed to be in too much of a daze as she tried catching her breath.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Sanemi said, figuring she was far too tired to continue any further. But he planned to come back to this later on, and you knew it too.

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 6 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: The slow burn threatens so make Sugar melt, and Bradley can't remember ever feeling this way before.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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"Oh my God," you sighed when you woke up late on Saturday morning. As soon as you opened your eyes, you couldn't stop smiling. Being walked home by Bradley was like a dream you didn't want to wake up from.

His lips had been all over yours, hips pressing you back against the wall outside your apartment door. When you asked him if he wanted to come inside, he groaned, "Of course I want to, Sugar. But can we just... not? Not tonight?"

You nodded in response, and he looked so relieved, you didn't think he meant for you to feel bad about what he said. You thought maybe it was more about him than you.

As you ran your fingertips along his scars, Bradley melted into your hand. "Tell me you'll come back over to the house tomorrow. We can hang out again."

You smiled at him. "Yeah, I'll come back tomorrow."

He nodded slightly, still leaning into your palm. "Text me. I'll walk over and get you. Shouldn't be walking by yourself."

And you were still thinking about what he said the next morning. He wasn't your boyfriend. He would probably never be your boyfriend. So maybe you shouldn't be encouraging him to walk you to and from his frat house all the time, but you had already promised him he could do it again.

"You're an idiot," you told yourself as you climbed out of bed, still wearing his sweatshirt. "He's not a good idea. You should know better." But you were still smiling.

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Bradley was antsy as soon as he woke up. He had too much energy. You'd gotten yourself under his skin somehow, and he felt like he needed to do something about it. He started pacing around his room.

He'd been threatening to kiss you stupid, but you were the one who had managed to turn him into a brainless moron with your lips and your face and your body.

"Dude," he groaned out loud. You had invited him in last night. He knew Janessa was staying with Tyson, so it would have been just the two of you at your apartment. It was an invitation for full steam ahead to getting laid, but he had said no. As if he had a shred of dignity left to protect. Like there was a thread of virtue left inside him.

Why was it so important to him that you didn't think he was a complete fuckboy? He never cared what any of the other girls thought. He never stopped them from writing on his door. He had even once fucked a girl after she told him she just wanted to be able to get her name up there, like riding his dick one time was some sort of prize you could win.

Just thinking about it made him uncomfortable now. He couldn't even remember that girl's name or what she looked like. But he remembered that she brought her own marker.

He collapsed back onto his bed. He had to swallow around the lump in his throat. That was probably how Phoebe had become his safety net. She was there the night his face got busted up. She knew what happened and could have probably guessed why he got into a fight with Chase. She never gave him a hard time about any of it. And she never got mad when he went into a spiral where he started sleeping around more than usual.

And yet, Phoebe got away with not getting mad about the things he did, because she wasn't his girlfriend. Nobody cared about him enough to be that.

Maybe things had started to improve when he started drinking less. The past six months had been better for him, in a lot of ways. He had been taking extra classes to get his GPA up as high as possible. He had actually been enjoying school. But he kept on going along with the easiest girls on campus, the ones who he knew wouldn't give his scars a second glance. The kinds of girls he'd always chosen.

His mom would be disgusted, and he knew it. His dad probably never did this shit. He buried his face in his hands. You were supposed to text him later to let him know when to walk to your place and get you. He needed to tell you he couldn't see you anymore. He needed to stop being around you, starting today. Maybe he could get better, be better, but he'd have to try it with someone else. Because there was no way he could let himself ruin you, drag your reputation down to his level. Jeff had been right. You were too fucking good.

And then he thought about how sweetly you talked to him last night. How well you had kissed him, and how he had pressed you down underneath his body. You trusted him. Trusted him with more than just his ability to get you off.

Then he thought about you in his lap in the library study room. He wouldn't be able to tell you no if you said you wanted him. He was so weak. He had never let himself be interested in any other girl like this before.

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You had finished all of your schoolwork, and it was only mid afternoon. You couldn't text Bradley yet; that would have been as mortifying as when you came apart in his lap. So you tried to take a nap, then you watched a movie. You wanted to text him while you were eating dinner, but then you frowned, because he had been the one initiating texts with you ever since you wrote your number on his pristine door.

"What the hell?" you whispered. What could his problem be? What if he hooked up with someone else last night after he walked you home? You pushed your plate of food to the side, suddenly no longer hungry.

You glared at your phone, not wanting to be the one to make the first move. And just then it lit up with a text from him, and you quickly snatched it up into your hands.

Sugar, I miss you more than I should be allowed to. Tell me to stop.

Your heart was pounding now. Stop? You didn't want him to stop. So maybe he hadn't been with anyone else last night. Maybe he'd just been thinking about you.

You wrote back, You're allowed to miss me all you want, Beer Boy. Or you can walk over and get me. Then you wouldn't have to miss me at all.

You waited for a response but got nothing. You got changed and finished putting on some makeup, and he still hadn't written back. Finally, when you were about to see where Janessa was, he replied.

I'm on my way.

You bit your lip and almost screamed. You put your dishes in the sink and thought about taking a shot of the cheap tequila you and Janessa bought before you turned twenty one. You needed a distraction. But then there was a knock at your door, and you rushed to open it.

Chocolate brown eyes, messy hair tucked under a backwards cap. Smirk that made you feel silly.

"Sugar," he whispered, leaning against the door frame with both hands and examining your face. "Tell me I'm not allowed to miss you."

Fuck that. You reached for the front of his shirt, pulling him toward you, and he released the door frame. "What if I want you to?" you asked him softly.

He groaned as he pulled you against him and kissed you.

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He wanted you. He tried not to. He spent the entire day telling himself no. If you had told him no, he would have been gone immediately. But you were dressed all cute again, and your body was fitted perfectly against his. And you kept giving him a green light.

"Bradley," you gasped when he ran his lips along your ear. "Feel like hanging out here instead of going to the party?" you asked softly.

His cock throbbed for you. He hadn't let himself masturbate all day, and it had been a week since he got laid. You could have him right now if you wanted him. Right here next to your front door. But he was trying so hard to do what he should. Part of him still believed he came here to tell you he couldn't be around you anymore. The other part knew he was full of shit; he came here because he couldn't stay away. He was a fucking mess.

"I signed us up for beer pong," he told you, his voice raspy as you ran your hand along his arm.

You giggled, and he pulled you closer. "I suck at beer pong."

"I don't mind," he promised, taking your hand and leading you out. He listened to you talk as you walked. You asked him questions and wanted to hear what he thought about things, just like you had last night when he took you home. When you stopped at the crosswalk and kissed his scars, it felt nice.

Tyson and Dev waved you both over to the game as soon as you got there. "You guys are up," Tyson said, handing you the ball. "Ladies first."

Bradley watched you get ready to start the game, smiling softly at him over your shoulder. And you weren't just bad at beer pong, you were terrible. But he didn't mind when you missed three shots in a row, because your little crop top was riding up higher every time you attempted a throw.

When Bradley made his shot again, you groaned and glared at him. "Told you I sucked."

"How are you possibly this bad?" Bradley asked you, taking you by the hips from behind and moving you a foot further away from the edge of the table. "You're good at math! It's like a physics problem." He let his hands linger on your body for a beat as Tyson took his turn.

You turned to look at him. "Huh. I never thought about it that way!" you said, and Bradley grinned, because he had made your eyes light up.

"See, everyone underestimates how smart I actually am," he told you as he squared your hips and let his hands ghost up the soft skin along your sides, making you shiver. "Just get used to the way the ball feels when it leaves your hand, and let it arc down into the cups." Bradley removed his hands once you were in position, and when you took your shot, you managed to get the ball into a cup.

"It's math, Beer Boy!" you told him with a smile. He could still see the fading hickey on your neck whenever you tossed your hair back from your shoulders. When he leaned in and placed his lips there, you moaned softly, and he felt weak. What the fuck was going on? If you were any other girl, he could have had you begging for him, fucked you in his room, and come back down to the party with a clear head.

"Are you guys going to stop feeling each other up and play?" Tyson called from the other end of the table with a grin.

"Sorry, man," Bradley replied, picking up the ping pong ball and tossing it effortlessly into a cup. "Math," he confirmed with a nod.

The match was close, but Dev managed to edge the two of you out on the last cup. "I've never been that good before!" you told Bradley as he led you away from the table as the next opponents were called over.

"You know the secret. Now you'll be unbeatable. Come on, let's get some of the good beers," he said with a smirk, dropping his hat onto your head. He had no idea where Jeff was, and he wanted to keep it that way. The kitchen was empty, and as soon as he had you in there away from the horribly loud music, you had your arms around him.

He took two beers out of the fridge and opened them before picking you up and setting you on the counter. "Warn a girl next time!" you screeched as he jumped up next to you.

"Sorry," he said with a laugh. Bradley couldn't get over you. "You look adorable in my hat."

He watched your cheeks flush pink. "I slept in your sweatshirt last night," you admitted with a smile, but you looked away from him.

Fuck. "Lucky shirt," he muttered, and you turned to look at him, pressing your lips together.

"What's wrong today? You seem... a little hesitant. And you didn't text me as much," you said softly, and Bradley's heart was in his throat. "Not that you need to text me or anything like that, of course," you said, fiddling with your beer before taking a big sip. "I was just, you know.... I like you."

"Sugar." Bradley took the beer from your hand and set it aside. You looked at him tentatively as he leaned toward you and brushed his lips softly against yours. Nobody had ever said that to him before. He'd never be able to stop now. "I like you, too."

You made a soft sound as he wrapped his hand gently around your neck and stroked his thumb along your jaw.

"I'm sure you say that to every girl," you whispered, and his lips touched yours briefly again.

"No, I never say that to any girls. That's the problem."

You laughed softly as his fingers drifted down your back and he gently kissed your neck. "That doesn't sound like a problem to me, Beer Boy."

"Oh, it is. It's a big problem."

"Then how do we solve it?" you asked as he pushed you back until you were lying along the kitchen counter, his hat rolling to the floor.

Bradley watched you reach out to him, and he let you pull him on top of you. "You're smarter than me, Sugar. Might have to rely on you to figure it out. I can only think of ways to make it worse," he whispered, letting his fingers meet the soft skin between your jeans and your shirt.

You reached up and ran your hands through his hair. "Then make it worse," you told him. "Kiss me until I sound so stupid. Touch me until I sound so fucking dumb."

"Jesus," he muttered as his lips crashed against yours, humming softly. You nibbled and licked until he dipped his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. Your fingers were a little rough against his scalp as he pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, and both of his hands were all the way up your shirt.

All the little gasps and moans you made were making him dizzy. You were so sweet, but Bradley already knew you were a little dirty, too. "You're the best combination of everything," he told you, stroking your tits through your bra.

"Oh, God," you moaned into his mouth when he kissed you again. You bucked your hips up against him, and he anchored your body against the counter as his fingertips found your nipple. He teased you there as his tongue found yours, and you whined his name so loudly he was practically seeing stars.

When the door opened and the sounds of the party filtered into the kitchen, Bradley froze.

"Come on, guys! That's where I make my sandwiches!" Tyson yelled. "What the fuck!"

Instead of looking embarrassed this time, you just laughed as Bradley pulled his hands back out of your shirt and sat up.

"Uh... sorry," Bradley said vaguely in Tyson's direction. "Won't happen again."

"I doubt that," Tyson said, glaring at both of you as Bradley helped you down from the counter and picked up his hat.

Bradley laughed when you waved over your shoulder and said, "Bye, Ty!" as Bradley pulled you out of the room.

"He has no right to complain, really. I'm the only one who cleans this fucking house," Bradley muttered. When he tried to lead you back into the living room, you tugged on his hands and he stopped. When he raised an eyebrow in your direction, you nodded toward the stairs.

"Let's go up," you said softly. "Your room is quiet. And I want to be alone with you."

Bradley let you lead him there.

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Bradley let you take control. You paused outside of his door, which still only had the note he had written to you and your phone number on it. "Just the way I like it," you told him before opening it and going inside. The soft glow of the Navy desk lamp warmed the room just like the previous times you had been in here.

Bradley tossed his hat on his desk and ran his fingers along the ends of your hair. "Sugar." His voice was so soft, and his grin was just barely touching his lips. "I shouldn't have you. You're too sweet for me."

You shook your head slightly. "No, I'm not."

"Too sweet for anybody," he told you as his hands found the bare skin of your waist again, and you had to squeeze your thighs together. "I fucking want you so bad though. I don't know what to do."

You traced the long scar along his neck with your fingertips, and his eyes fluttered closed. "I want you too, Bradley." Gently, you kissed the spot where your fingers had been, and he pulled you against him. "I like you. All of you. You call me Sugar, but you're sweet to me."

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against your lips. "I'm different now," he whispered, and while you weren't sure exactly what he meant by that, you nodded your head. He was different than you thought he would be.

Bradley dipped his head down and kissed you, his lips smiling against yours as he worked his hands higher on your waist. He pulled away a little bit and watched your face as he stroked along your curves with his thumbs. "That tickles a little bit," you told him, biting your lip to contain your giggles. But his hands inched a little higher.

"Want me to stop?" he asked, his thumbs finding your bra again just like in the kitchen. You'd worn your nicest underwear and a tight crop top that really had no place even being in your closet. He smiled, waiting for you to answer.

"Don't you dare," you told him, whining as his palms met your breasts, gently squeezing and kneading you through the lace fabric. You expected him to rip your shirt off, but he was taking his time. Somehow you knew this was not exactly the same guy who'd had the names all over his door. This guy was a better version. It felt like he was being better for you.

When your head tipped back, his lips found your neck, sucking and teasing you. Even though you tried to stop, you found yourself grinding your hips against him. He was already starting to get hard, and you knew you were already wet. One of his hands slid down to your butt, slowing your movement.

"Don't rush this. I want to spend the whole night making my smart girl stupid," he told you, and your body shook.

"Fuck," you said, nodding and agreeing with him as both of his hands went to the front of your jeans. He smirked as you steadied yourself with his shoulders.

"One word response. Starting to sound dumb already, baby," he said, teasing your lips with his as he dipped his fingers inside your open zipper.

You could only moan in response as he slid both hands up your body and pulled your shirt over your head. He stared at you like you were beautiful, stroking his hands over all of your newly exposed skin. You expected him to want to fuck you quickly and then get back to the party, but things were never as they seemed with him.

Then his breath hitched as he ran his knuckles along your ribs on your right side, just below your bra.

"You have a tattoo," he growled, immediately dipping his head down to kiss you there. "What does it mean?" he asked, running his tongue along your skin and making you cry out.

"Oh! It's a math equation. Called Euler's Identity," you gasped as he nipped and bit you. "It contains the most important mathematical constants making it the only perfect formula in science," you managed to say with a shaky voice. Because now Bradley was on his knees in front of you, unhooking your bra and sliding it down your arms.

"It sure does look perfect," he told you. He kissed your tattoo again before looking up at your chest and your face. "Never seen anything better." He ran the tip of his nose along the underside of your breast, his fingers never leaving the ink on your flesh. His mouth was all over you, kissing and sucking, leaving your wet nipples exposed to the cool air.

"I should have known you'd have a sexy math tattoo next to your tits," he said, scooping you up as he stood. "You're too fucking good to be true."

You squealed in his arms as he walked across the room. "It's really more of a natural sciences tattoo, if you want to nitpick," you told him with a giggle, as he dropped you onto his bed and pulled his own shirt off. His body was gorgeous.

"Oh no..." he said, shaking his head at you as you scooted back to rest against his pillows, and he yanked your shoes off. "You're sounding too smart again. I must not be doing a very good job."

You tried not to smile, but it was useless. "What are you going to do about it?" you asked, your voice shaking with need as he settled himself between your legs and stretched out over your body.

"This." He pressed his lips to yours, tipping your chin up for better access to your mouth. Then he gently pinched your chin, easing your mouth open so his tongue could meet yours. He felt warm and slippery as he explored your mouth. When he licked your open lips, you whined, grinding your hips up again and clenching around nothing.

"And this." He caressed your tattoo and palmed your breast with his big hand before letting his fingers trail down your body and dip into the elastic of your underwear. He slipped his fingers lower, moaning into your mouth as he eased one digit over your clit and through your wetness.

You were going crazy now. Making unnatural little noises and pulling his hair with your hands. He knew he was making you stupid, and he was looking at you like he loved it.

But he didn't know that your orgasm in the library was the best sex of your life. He didn't know that you'd never been able to cum with any other guy before. He didn't know how much you liked him.

"How does that feel, Sugar?" he asked, swirling his fingers along your clit just like you did to yourself when you were alone.

"Good," you moaned, shaking your head against the pillow.

"What do you want?" He licked your breasts before pulling your nipple between his lips and teasing.

"More," you whined. "You."

He grinned. "Back to one word answers, I see."

He moved so gracefully, sliding your jeans and underwear off and settling between your legs. When he slid a finger along your slit and pressed his knuckle against your pussy, you almost couldn't stand how good it felt. "Bradley," you whined, as he kissed your hips and your belly. Then he slipped his finger into your pussy.

You watched him watching you, and he looked delighted every time your body involuntarily squirmed. He added a second finger, moving them just the right way to get you worked up. When his thumb brushed you again, your back arched off the bed.

"Fuck," he muttered, working his fingers as he guided his body back over yours. "You're making me crazy," he groaned before kissing along your tattoo again. You wrapped your fingers around his wavy hair and watched his tongue glide across your chest. "Do you want me, Sugar?" he asked softly. "Can I have you?"

"Yes."

When he gently removed his fingers from inside you and licked them clean, you moaned and squeezed your thighs together. He was immediately off the bed, and you gasped, missing his warmth and weight immediately. "Where are you going?" you whined, propping yourself up.

"Need to get a condom," he replied, eyes on you as his hands shook opening a new box. "I'm coming back."

When he returned to the bed, you sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. He let you take your time guiding them down his hips and easing his boxers down as well. When you say how big and hard he was, your eyes darted up to his face. You licked your parted lips and he groaned so loudly you squeaked.

"You're huge," you told him. He was going to hurt you. The other guys hadn't been this big.

He must have heard the apprehension in your voice, because he told you, "We can stop," even as he was practically panting.

You wrapped your fingers around him and gently squeezed his velvety warmth. "No. Just go slow?" you asked, running your fingers along his length.

"Anything you want," he gasped.

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Bradley had never been this excited in his life. He wanted you, and you wanted him back. He'd tasted you. He knew how good your skin felt. Now he was about to fuck you.

He was completely sober, and delighted that he would remember all of this. He had never seen anything as gorgeous as your body bathed in lamplight.

You were whining his name as he rolled the condom on and got himself ready. He kissed your lips and cheeks, running his nose against yours until you were smiling. Then he whispered, "Sugar," against your lips as he pushed himself inside you.

Your lips were parted and your cheeks were flushed as you grasped his hair tightly with one hand and wrapped the fingers of your other hand in his sheets. He didn't dare move for a few seconds as you got used to the feel of him. You were so wet and tight and perfect, Bradley kind of wished he could just stay inside you like this. But then he started moving, and his own need was building. A few minutes of this and he could tell by the way you were responding to him that you were already close. He'd worked you up and now he wanted to be good for you. He needed to be so good for you so you would stay with him.

So he worked his hips a little faster, filling you all the way and then easing himself out a few inches before filling you again. "Oh God," he grunted next to your ear. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your chest rising with each whimpering breath you took. "You're such a good girl," he told you, moving nice and steady. "Look at me."

Your eyes fluttered open, bright and trusting as he caressed your breasts with his right hand. Moaning louder now, you raised your hips to meet each of his thrusts. "You feel so good," you whispered, voice hitching on the last word. Bradley pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and inhaling all of your little gasps. He pushed his hand lower to tease you, and soon you were shaking beneath him, squeezing his cock with your tight little pussy until he was grunting.

"Oh my God," you whined, shaking your head and pulling his hair as you came. Bradley pressed his lips to your tattoo and whispered your name as his last thrusts drove his own orgasm home.

He was never going to stop touching you. Every inch of your skin that he kissed and caressed was like silk. As he pressed his lips all over your shoulder and collarbone, your grip on his hair started to loosen, and your breathing evened out.

When he started to move, you grabbed onto him, holding him against you. So he wrapped his arms around you and stayed inside you, afraid to speak and break the spell.

Finally, you kissed his forehead and giggled softly. "I can't believe this was better than the library."

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Beer Boy and Sugar.... oh man, they are sweet together.

Big thanks to @mak-32 for helping me along the way. This one's for you, Mak.

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sylvia-forest · 10 months

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[CN] Shaw's Field Date (Part 1)

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't been released in EN yet!⚡

[This date was translated with the help of Google translate!]

✧[Section 1]✧

Shaw's message: "If the old man doesn't grant me leave, I won't be able to come back to celebrate the Qixi Festival." MC: Hm…

Looking at the text on the phone, I let out a long sigh.

During this period, I will be filming a cultural and tourism promotional program about ethnic fashion. Shaw will be accompanying the professor for field research, and both of us was away from Loveland City.

As a result, what should have been a joyous "couples' summer vacation" has now turned into being apart from each other.

We had previously planned to set aside at least two days for Qixi Festival to find a place and have some fun together. However, upon seeing this message…

MC: "It's okay, let's forget about it... Um, will he think I'm being stubborn?" MC: "It's okay, I can't take time off either... Wait, this sentence sounds a bit strange, let's delete it…"

Characters are jumping on the screen, and I keep withdrawing them.

Just as I was considering how to reply, the director nearby called me.

Director: MC, it's possible that we won't be able to film the scenes about Miao Village the day after tomorrow. MC: Huh? Why? Director: We didn't notice before, but just now we sent a drone out, and we realized that on the other side of the mountain, at Cuisong Slope, it seems like some archaeological excavation is taking place. Director: The entire area is full of pits and uneven terrain, it's impossible to capture on camera! MC: How about letting the drone shoot from a different angle? Director: We just tried it, and the results were just okay. The main issue is that Cuisong Slope is right between the bamboo forest and the Miao village, and it's difficult to frame the shot properly…

The director paused, as if he had an idea.

Director: Wait a moment, maybe we should talk to them. It might be possible to ask them to stop work for two days, move the excavators and such away, and then we could manage with the visuals? MC: That could work... I'll try talking to them and see if we can find a compromise.

After making up my mind, I asked the production team to contact the local cultural and tourism bureau. Meanwhile, I set off to meet the archaeological team in person and have a face-to-face discussion.

As soon as I got in the car, my cell phone rang.

MC: Oh, shit!

With this unexpected turn of events, I haven't had a chance to reply to Shaw's message yet!

I hastily pressed the call button, and a low-octave voice came over immediately.

Shaw [on the phone]: I saw you typing for almost two minutes, and then you disappeared. What happened? Shaw: ...you're not mad at my message, are you?

Even though his voice sounded confident, his sentences were subtly probing. I found it amusing and couldn't help but curl my lips into a smile.

MC: I'm not upset at all. I just got caught up with work and couldn't reply to your message right away. Coincidentally, you called just as I was about to respond. Shaw: Fine.

Shaw hummed twice, which could be considered him acknowledging my explanation. At that moment, I heard a burst of noise on his end, as if he was arguing about something.

MC: What happened to you guys? Shaw: Oh nothing, just now a program team called and wanted us to stop work so they could shoot. MC: …..? Shaw: Now the program producer over there says they want to talk face-to-face with us. Tsk tsk, quite arrogant. Your company shouldn't learn from them. Shaw: Old Man Shen wants to take me along. He said we must show that arrogant producer who's in charge when the time comes. Shaw: But if they do stop work, it seems like I might be able to fight for some time off again… MC: ….. MC: …Shaw.

I interrupted Shaw's muttering.

Shaw: What's wrong? MC: I never asked before, where is your field research site? Shaw: Even if I told you, you probably wouldn't know. It's called Cuisong Slope, right next to a Miao village, extremely remote... Why suddenly ask about this? MC: ….

I took a deep breath, signaled the driver to increase the accelerator, and spoke with a smile.

MC: The producer of the program you're about to dismantle… should be me.

✧[Section 2]✧

Shaw: ….. MC: …… Professor Shen: …..

In the afternoon at the archaeological site, there was complete silence. Professor Shen wiped a thin layer of sweat from his forehead and gave a slight cough.

Professor Shen: We originally thought that we encountered some unreasonable program group, but we didn't expect it to be...... MC: It's okay. It might have been a little misunderstanding from the start of our phone conversation, which led to the confusion on your part as well. Professor Shen: Hahaha it's okay.

…There was silence again.

I turned my gaze to Shaw, desperately sending him a "help" signal. He subtly glanced at me and then spoke up.

Shaw: What's so awkward about it? Worst case, you two can pretend not to know each other, and I'll just introduce you again, right?

He gestured with four fingers close together, pointing at Professor Shen, and then pointed at me.

Shaw: This person— is Professor Shen, in charge of the Cuisong Slope archaeological excavation work, and this person is Miss MC, the producer from [MC Company's Name]. Shaw: Is this formal enough?

Professor Shen shook hands with me, and the atmosphere relaxed.

I formally expressed the needs of our program to Professor Shen, and he nodded happily.

Professor Shen: Since you also want to promote the customs and culture here, of course we can cooperate. Professor Shen: You don't need to worry about the duration of the work stoppage. I'll communicate with the team here. Besides…

The old gentleman glanced at Shaw who was at the side, and lowered his voice.

Professor Shen: Some people have asked me for time off multiple times, eager to spend the Qixi Festival with their girlfriends. Now they're finally getting their wish fulfilled.

Shaw: Hello, you two don't think I can't hear you. Shaw: Moreover, when have I taken time off multiple times? Am I the kind of person who can't separate work and personal matters? Among the whole archaeological team, I'm the most dedicated person…

Professor Shen: So, starting from today, the archaeological team is taking a break, and you can continue working. Go be a tour guide for your girlfriend. How about showing some "dedication to the job"?

Professor Shen waved his hand generously, and blocked all Shaw's stubborn words.

I chuckled, took Shaw's hand, and waved towards Professor Shen.

MC: Thank you, Professor Shen, for cooperating with our work and letting us borrow your star student!

Back in the car of the production team, Shaw and I sat side by side in the back seat. He had his arm propped up, looking out the window, but suddenly he turned his head…

Shaw: Why are you staring at me? MC: ...Is my gaze really that noticeable? Shaw: It's obvious from before even getting in the car.

My face flushed, not wanting him to catch on to the uncontainable longing. I coughed awkwardly.

MC [blushes]: It's nothing, I'm just surprised to see you dressed so casually for once, it's a bit unexpected~

The Shaw in front of me now feels completely different from the Shaw in Loveland City.

The Shaw I usually see is always the most conspicuous one in the crowd, but today he's just wearing a simple vest covered with work overall.

The fabric was stained with dirt and mud spots, clearly indicating that he had spent this time in the dirt pits.

I reached out and poked the small cluster of hair tied up with an elastic band at the back of his head. It was a little prickly and a little itchy.

MC: Your hair has gotten longer.

Shaw: I've been so busy, and I didn't want Tony, the local hair stylist, to touch my hair, so I just let it grow.

Shaw shrugged nonchalantly, and my fingers shifted along the tips of his hair. I poked the slightly reddened sunburn on his cheek.

MC: You've gotten tanned as well. Shaw: Yeah, digging in the soil during the peak of summer, it'd be strange if I didn't get tanned.

He paused, and suddenly looked at me suspiciously.

Shaw: Are you…? MC: What? Shaw: …nothing. MC: What "nothing," why stop in the middle of your sentence?!

But no matter how much I pestered him, Shaw refused to speak, and even put on his earphones.

Hmph!

After the car returned to the shooting location, there was still a lot of work that I needed to continue to participate in.

I gave Shaw an apologetic look and then turned to coordinate with my colleagues to wrap up the remaining tasks.

MC: I'm off work, do you want to go to a nearby town to have a good meal tonight?

Shaw [someone feeling jealous]: Who were those guys wearing ethnic clothing just now? MC: Just now?

I froze for a moment before realizing that Shaw was referring to the male models who came to ask me about the filming of the Qixi Festival at the end.

MC: They are the models we hired for the Qixi Festival. Since we are filming an ethnic-themed program, they naturally need to wear ethnic clothing.

Shaw: …..Do you still want to shoot during the festival? MC: Exactly, these are the hardworking laborers. MC: Speaking of which, why did you suddenly ask about them?

Shaw: Nothing much, just... they were dressed so flamboyantly in ethnic attire, and their appearances seemed so mature for their age, it felt a bit strange. MC: ?? Mature? My eye for choosing models shouldn't be that bad, and besides, their ages are similar to yours.

As soon as I said that, Shaw seemed to have been poked by something, and his expression subtly changed.

Shaw: …… Shaw: ……

He opened his mouth, then closed it, and tugged at his dusty work overall.

Shaw: I'm hungry. How about having some local specialty sour soup fish for dinner? MC: - That's a great idea! - Wait, why did you change the subject again?

Seeing Shaw about to walk away, I quickly grabbed his arm and took the opportunity to express my confusion.

MC: Shaw, I have a serious question for you.

MC: Did you got jealous when you saw me talking to the male models?

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⚡ Part 2

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russellsppttemplates · 1 year

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I'm looking out for you (George Russell)

When work pressure starts having a role in your relationship, things get complicated and need to be talked about

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated, and while I'm not actively taking requests, I am writing some blurbs when I can so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: couple fight

You had been enjoying the sun in the balcony on your work break, the time ticking down until you had to go back inside to sit in front of the laptop again and send the documents in. Fast forward to a few hours later, some glitch in the program not working in your favour as you tried to get everything together and right to send in, not even listening to George get home and call for you. "Y/N, I have been calling for you f- oh, you're still working", and you were so focused in making things right that you managed to look at him and smile quickly before looking back at the screen, not noticing his annoyed tone. Finally, you managed to conclude what you were doing, heading to the living room to greet your boyfriend properly, finding him on the sofa, "Hello, my love, how was your day? Sorry I didn't greet you just then, but my laptop messed up something and I couldn't solve it until now", you said as you tried to peck his cheek, noticing his quietness and stiffness, "are you okay? Did something bad happen today?", you asked softly before he looked at you, a stern expression on his features, "It's not like you have to submit it right then, what difference is it going to make if you do it later?", George said without thinking much about it, "you can submit later, you do it later", he concluded as he grabbed his phone and texted something on it. That deadline is important for you.

It's something silly for some, but for you it would be everything to do it at the right time and not wait like your colleagues wanted to do, knowing how those things worked especially when it came to get more job offers and establish yourself in your new job market, "I need to send it still, and then I'll be done", you tried to approach the situation calmly, "it's always this document, or this deadline that needs to be met. Everyone wants something to do with your work", he said and you felt the need to defend yourself, "I'm finally happy in a job that I love. Yes, I need to prove myself but I'm proud of myself for the fact that I have responsibilities and that people seek me for help and advice on something", you gulped, not enjoying the tone the conversion was taking, "would it hurt if you just stopped a little? Slowed down?", he forwarded and it hurt you. More than he'd ever understand apparently, the words leaving your mouth as you tried to stop the tears leaving your eyes, "I don't care if you're the best driver of the best team out there! In this household our dreams and ambitions should be equally important!", you stated, "I don't ask that you change your routine because of mine", you took a deep breath, seeing that your boyfriend did not want to say anything else, "if you'll excuse me", you said before leaving the living room and heading back to the office, checking over the submission you were making before sending it in and closing the laptop for the day.

Sitting in the bedroom, you heard George in the kitchen, probably making something to eat, before you decided to go and have a shower, wanting to go to sleep and forget about this awful day, putting on your pyjamas after drying your body just in time for George to head upstairs. Despite having made the promise at the beggining of your relationship that you'd never go to bed mad at eachother, you voiced your feelings when George sat on the mattress, "I'm not mad at what you said, but I'm sad and disappointed that you think like that", before turning to face him, "can we talk about this tomorrow?", he asked, "sure", you said, "I love you", he finished as you were turning your back to him, fluffing your pillow before attempting to fall asleep.

The next morning was strange for George. He didn't have you in bed to greet with kisses, and when he went down in hopes to make a coffee and bring it to you in the office, he did not find you anywhere in the house, assuming you had decided to go and work at the company's office. He drove to Brackley and got on with his day, managing to forget the nagging feeling on his head and at the pit of his stomach for a bit and focusing on the tasks ahead of him.

"Are you okay, George?", he heard Toto ask him at the end of the last meeting, noticing then that they were the only ones left in the room, "just some stuff at home, sorry", he honestly said, knowing by now he wouldn't get anywhere without being honest, "whatever it is, you two will work it out together", he winked before leaving him with a pat on the back. Yeah, that's what he was going to do when he got home. Talk to you so he could understand why it happened like that, hoping you too had some time to think about it.

He got home early on, deciding on making some lunch for the two of you while he waited for you to get home, wanting you to have something to eat later, but your car only arrived a few hours later than he expected, the sound of the door that connected the garage to the rest of the house alerting him of your presence inside, making him head to the kitchen to greet you, "hi, I made food earlier, there's some on the fridge if you want", your boyfriend offered while you shook your head, "hey, I had some food with Louise, I'm not hungry, thanks though", you stated simply.

It was weird for you to talk to him like that, to not go over to him and kiss his cheek or enjoy his cuddles but you still couldn't shake the feeling. Was your work really less in his perspective? And if so, how could you work it out with that information? Could you live in a relationship where you knew you weren't valued and, at any time, could get a comment like that? That's not something you were going to out up with... This was George. Your boyfriend who you had moved in with two years ago, and who you were pretty sure was the one for your life. Things are never easy, but they definitely don't have to be like this.

"I wanted to talk to you, actually", George began, catching your attention, "about this whole thing, I don't like this between us", he gestured to the invisible barrier between you, "I don't like it either, but I won't stay where things are like this", you defended yourself, preparing for the worst, "Darling, I don't want to be like this either. Can we work this out?", he said, making you sigh.

"I never did anything wrong, at least in my view, and I didn't like the words you gave me. What I was doing was important, it matters to me. And while I'm not asking that it matters to you, I'm wondering if you can support me. Or stay neutral about it", you mused back, genuinely concerned you wouldn't be able to get to where you were before in your relationship, "I will never ask that of you. I just wanted you to see that you're doing it a lot. Always working. It's here, it's outside the house, it's at the races. I don't even know how to help you anymore", he confessed and, in the heat of the moment, all of the words seemed to go out of the window, as well as some rationality, "I have to make this for myself, George, not all of us get to have things at the snap of fingers", you said and immediately wanted to take it back. He worked hard for what he achieves, just like you, so you were nor being fair with him either considering why you were fighting in the first place. As he was about to answer you, his phone rang, Aleix's name showing up on the screen as he excused himself to pick it up after it kept ringing, rubbing his temples before turning to you, "Aleix has some tests for me to do, and the medical team can't do them any other day. I have to leave in 10 minutes", he looked at his watch, "and I need to get ready. I'm sorry.", he said honestly, "no worries, go and do that. I'll be here when you come back", you said, spurring in him some confidence that maybe it wasn't all lost.

You had watched an episode of your favourite show when you hear the gravel outside, wondering who had gotten in the driveway. Maybe one of your friends? Family perhaps? But after they opened the garage, you knew it was George, and a quick check over the clock allowed to figure something was amiss.

"Didn't you have a training session?", you asked him, seeing him in his workout gear still, face flushed when he got to the living room, "I had to leave, and come back here. To you, and to talk to you. Because you don't deserve what I said to you. I'm sorry. I said things in the heat of the moment after a really long day. It's not an excuse, but it is me being honest", he said, "there isn't a day where I'm not proud of what you do and what you achieve. I'm always telling people how proud I am of you and all of your achievements, and in no way, shape or form do I believe that you should stop what you're doing to benefit me. If anything, I'm worried for you. I don't want you to overwork yourself. I want you to take time for yourself, and do things that you like, spend time with people you love", he gulped, looking at your eyes briefly in hopes that he still was one of those people, "of course we are both successful people in this house, each of us on our own way", he tried to hold your hand in his, regretting his move and backing his hand away, "I would never want you to behave differently for your work, but I want you to be happy and healthy and not overworked, that's all", he tried to gather any thoughts he had left.

Taking a big breath, your hand reached out for his, "I want to make a good impression, George, and I really need to have things all ready and on time. I'm sorry I didn't deal with it better too. We both said things we didn't mean, I guess", you looked into his eyes, looking to reassure him and get some reassurance from him, "I will find a way to manage it better", you proposed, "and I'll respect that, while still making sure you don't overrun yourself", he winked as his hand moved away from yours to cup your face, "I'm only looking out for you, I'm sorry that it came out in such a tone".

#george russell imagine #george russell × reader #george russell fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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violent--delights--violent--ends · 10 months

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Persuasion | Hero FT Fanfic

Chapter 4

WC | 667

Jessica pov

We get our food and have a general conversation. Kristen doesn't say much because she's too busy texting Stella.

"I still can't believe you play video games, let alone Assassin's Creed and Mortal Kombat; that's awesome! We should play sometime," he says excitedly.

"That would be cool! You'd probably kick my ass, though," I laugh.

"I hate to break up this fun fest, but you know we have that thing in the morning; maybe we should be heading home," Kristen says, and then I remember I promised to go with Lindsay tomorrow.

"Oh yeah!"

Today has been pretty perfect, and it's ending; I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed.

"Jess?" Hero says.

"Oh, sorry, what did you say?"

"Can I borrow your phone? I need to get an Uber back to the hotel since my friend didn't show up."

"Yeah, sure; wait, you don't have yours?" I ask while unlocking mine and then handing it to him.

"I forgot it in my room."

A couple of minutes go by, and he hands it back. "Thanks. Hopefully, I don't get a crazy fan," he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We can stay just to make sure," I offer, clearly trying to make up a reason to get more time with him.

"I don't wanna hold you guys back, and I'll be fine."

"Okay," I say, trying to hide the disappointment from my face as I pull away from the table. "Can I at least get a hug?" I ask nervously.

"Yeah, of course," he smiles, then leans down and hugs me.

Hero pov

It's been two weeks, and she hasn't texted me. Why hasn't she? Why do I care?

Come on; you know why; who are you trying to fool?

I push the thought back, focusing on the main objective of the fact that she's a fan, and I always told myself I wouldn't get interested in a fan because I wouldn't be sure if it were because of me or my fame.

Don't be stupid. You already knew that it didn't stop you before. "shut up," I mumble to myself.

She seems different, though, like there's just something about her. I can't seem to put my finger on it.

Maybe it's the fact that-- "I said shut up" I groan

I'm used to girls being excited around me, which she was at first, but after talking to her, I don't know; I just felt comfortable.

Like I had known her all my life. That sounds nuts, though, like that's something you hear in chick flicks, and honestly, the wheelchair is a concern that isn't a problem, but what it encompasses, can I handle that?

Not to mention how the media would be on her. Wow, Tiffin, you're getting ahead of yourself; it's only been one conversation.

Not to mention what she would think of you if she found out..

"Hero!?...earth to Hero," I blink to see Jo waving her hand in front of my face; I didn't even hear her come in.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"They want you on set. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking," I say, getting up and running my hands through my hair.

"Who is she?"

"What are you talking about?"

Jo rolls her eyes. The perk of working with someone so closely: they pick up on your cues.

"I know that look," she stands in front of me.

"I just gave this girl my number and nothing...it's no big deal," I shrug.

"Did you do that thing again?" I look at her, confused. "That dumb thing where you put your number in their phone hoping they'll find it? I remember when you did that to me, I almost slapped you," she says, laughing.

"No, I told her, didn't I?" I rub the back of my neck

"Knowing you, you didn't, which is madness, so no wonder you haven't heard anything. Just text her later. Problem solved; now let's go!" She says, pushing me towards the door.

#kristen stewart #kstew #afternators #herofiennestiffin #hero fiennes tiffin #hero ft #heroft #wattpadstories #wattapad #aftermovie #Spotify

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fatimaah · 8 days

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What a pretty day-

with so much left to say

What am I to do at school now? The lessons are over and I'm sitting in girls' locker room surrounded by stupid 8graders not knowing where to go.

It's noisy outside. Some little guys are playing football as I sit on the bench feeling soft wind swinging my hijab, I love the weather rn. My friends are at that stupid rehearsal. Honestly I want then to have a perfect 25th of May and create sweet memories (especially girlies that are dancing w their crushes) but I wish they weren't busy with all the rehearsals and everything. Especially assy and frz, they both look tired and are barely paying attention. At least kmll cares about cooking day and everything.

Well... for me, cooking day and a picnic is all that will remain from school since I'm not taking part in prom and photoshoot. So I really wish we will do it. It would be sad if we didn't do that, I hope it means something for others as well. AND I HOPE THEY WON'T BUY FUCKING KFC HAHA (I know they won't)

Oh this the last time I'm staying after classes. Tomorrow they will all be busy again and I'll be left alone in this fucking school. Not everything is that bad tho....at least the sun is up right?

Uuuugghh I could be at home rn (I'd probably be helping my mom with lunch preparation but still....)

This spring breathe is so... soothing

maybe I'll read something....or talk to someone or find any other way of killing the boredom.

edit:

This bitch really made us stay after lessons for an hour and then line up on the school yard just to tell us NINE WORDS? HELLO? she could text us at school group or something I was literally so mad at her. Had an urge to lock her in our basement and force her to listen to her very own speech until she faints from starvation. SHE IS SUPER ANNOYING I CAN'T EVEN-

and plus, after that, even if I was already pissed of loneliness and annoyment MY FUCKING BROTHER went missing for 30 minutes and I waited for him ready to shoot myself because why should I wait for this MENTALLY DISABLED SHRIMP to go home when I could just call a taxi and go without him. I swear, I just wanted to catch a taxi and go home but I knew my mom would be like OmG aLL aLonE HoW cOulD yOu, GivE mE yoUr pHone . So I waited, trying to look normal tho I felt this awful lump in my throat and urge to MURDER.

literally such a bad day.

And now I just realized how I'm missing out on a lot because I don't even have group photos with my friends. I don't even remember when was the last time all five of us were like laughing and everything.... probably that day at the dance club.

Perhaps it's my fault cuz I'm mostly sitting with firuza and sleeping during lessons.... honestly I would love to sit with them as well but all of them already go in pairs and I don't wanna be the one who's always like CaN I siT wiTh YoU? I don't wanna be clingy but I know I'll regret not being energetic for last five days of school. It just feels like, idk, like they're already having fun at the waltz rehearsals and they don't seem so encouraged about things, especially frzn and assy. That's sad. If it was allowed to dance w the boys I'd dance too just to spend some quality time w the gurls during rehearsals...

Do I really believe we will keep in touch with them after school? For some time yes sure but for long turn.... maybe there's a little bit of chance I'll still talk to kmll but I'm worried that as the time goes, frzn and assy will just stop responding to my messages. It's wrong to think so...but I'm already loosing connection with them. How can I be sure about any connection after school.

History repeats itself...will it all end up in redbridge way..or is it me being out of touch and distancing myself again (I don't do it on purpose I don't even know how this happens all the time)

Okay I'm being a drama queen, it's not that bad but I just wish we spent more time together but I don't wanna be clingy and awkward and over energetic or attention seeking or- UUUGHH

just sleep already Fatimah, u did ur Arabic and Quran studies and u decorated a memory notebook....u just need some sleep.

Probably. Most probably 🥱

May 20, 2024

#thoughts

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rareslikespastelpink · 7 months

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If I can't even initiate a romantic relationship then it'll never happen. I'm not saying I'll be single forever because I won't, just that I complicate the whole thing even before it becomes a thing.

I realized the way I was acting toward him was stupid and so I guess I was just trying to stop and find a time/way to ask for a hug or talk to him.

But at the end it seemed like he was sick of my shit, probably has been for awhile. I don't know. But when he ran up the stairs and wouldn't look in my direction I took it as he didn't want to be bothered and so I just decided to go with it.

I figured out the reason I have a problem initiating is because I don't know why, but the work environment seems to make me nervous and my brain seems to be nervous about people seeing. Even though it really doesn't matter. My brain is just weird when it comes to these things it seems.

After work will do just fine, but I messed up that anyways. Oh and the times he came to the caferia when I was on break, pretty sure he was going outside for a walk? I don't think so. I have no idea.

Basically my brain continued to question if he still wanted me. I kind of realized today or awhile ago that he still did. But oh well doesn't matter now. X.X

I think I should just leave him alone for a bit. Just give him space. I don't want to disrespect peoples' boundaries. I see it as if a person is mad at me, I give them space and when they feel better they might talk to me or they may never talk to me and that's okay.

Regardless, it's no big deal. I wasn't mad, I'm still not mad. I'm also not going to be mean to myself about it either. It is what it is. I can't go back and change anything it already happened. All I can do is just learn to stay out of my head.

The other thing is I've pushed and pushed to the point not even I know how to make it happen.

I was more so trying to pretend like none of that happened and just try again. Yeah, but oh well. I just conveyed it poorly and stupidly.

Eh I'll forget all about this by tomorrow, but I'll still give space to him.

Anyways I'll just focus on packing my room. I'm a dingdong. Tis' all.

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yaaay-propellerhat · 11 months

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Day 7 (Almost)

Trump has been pacing for the past few hours. He's starting to get tired, rubbing at his face and holding back yawns.

Cucurucho is still asleep.

Trump groans. "I guess it makes sense. It was pretty late when you fell asleep. It's probably going to be the middle of the night when you wake up, too. I guess I was just...hoping you'd wake up early? But it's really late and I'm really tired. I wanna go to bed."

He climbs up onto the desk to look at Cucurucho again. "I feel bad for letting you wake up alone," he says after a bit. "But you might still want to be alone when you wake up, and I really want to sleep with my siblings."

Cucurucho doesn't respond. Trump has gotten used to that.

He pokes at the bruise on his wrist as he thinks. It's been a few days and it looks really nasty now, huge and ugly and purple and wrapped entirely around his tiny arm like a cuff.

"I'll leave you a note," he says, finally. "Just in case you wake up scared."

He grabs a piece of paper and starts to write.

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"Hi, Cucurucho! I'm probably still in bed with my siblings right now, so here's what happened while you were gone:

I cleaned you and your office

Some human tried to get in but I stopped them

I booby-trapped your door (if you want to undo it, just pull the wires off the battery.)

"I'll come back after I wake up to check on you. I hope you slept well!

"-Love, Trump.

"P.S. - Jeremy messaged you on the internet on Day 1. He wants to talk but I told him to wait a week and one day. So you don't have to worry about that until tomorrow but I thought you should know. Don't stress about it! It turns out he's really nice.

"P.P.S. - I'm still really mad at you by the way."

Trump folds the letter into thirds and draws a picture on the other side of Cucurucho, looking generously cute like a teddy bear, asleep in a bed. The sun is coming out. In big letters he writes "Welcome Back!"

When he's done, he props it up on the desk so that it's the first thing Cucurucho will see. He grabs the blanket from the bed again, tucking it in loosely around Cucurucho's legs.

"Alright," he says. "That's about it."

He climbs up onto Cucurucho's lap to kiss him on the cheek. "See you soon," he says. "And please be okay so that I can be mad at you. And also because I love you, but mostly the mad thing."

He gives Cucurucho a last little wave and turns off the light on his way out.

...

The green light blinks out three hours later.

#yaoiverse #new feelings; same hurt #standalone don’t rb #roooll credits!!!

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ask-lmanburg · 2 years

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[Tommy busts open the door to Wilburs office, nerf gun in hand]

Wilburrr!

No!

[He drops out of his chair and rolls under his desk]

There's no point in hiding, Mr. President!

[Tommy rapidly begins to shoot at the space under the desk]

[Wilbur pulls out a sword in a feeble attempt to block the bullets]

You bastard!

Don't blame me, blame the chatter that gave me a gun.

[Tommy continues to shoot, a few bullets being blocked by the sword]

You can't have a shield, that's not fair!

You have a fucking gun!

It's not gonna do any damage! You're hiding behind a sword, what if you chop up all my bullets?

Nothing is being chopped??

But consider, it could happen.

[The last few bullets hit Wilbur before the gun is empty]

Aw, I'm out! I will say, though, this is the best thing chats ever given me. I think I'll make this a regular thing!

I'll cry.

Over fake bullets?

I have work to do!

Fine then, every other day!

Anyway.

[He swipes the bullets under his desk, hiding them.]

How’s Tubbo?

Oh, he's out of it. Alright enough, but he's convinced he's perfectly fine when he can't even walk. He's also mad you called him delusional.

Did I call him delusional?

I don't know, I wasn't there. All I know is he's very dedicated to escaping bedrest.

He should be fine to move around a bit tomorrow, just keep an eye on him, okay?

Yeah, I know. I'm gonna make sure he doesn't die again.

… Are you blaming yourself?

What?

For what happened to Tubbo. Do you blame yourself?

No, no, I don't. I don't, I just don't want him to go and die if I have a chance of stopping it.

Oh. Come lie on the floor with me Tommy. Let’s talk about this.

[Tommy drops to the floor]

Why is lying on the floor part of this?

It’s better to talk when we’re on the same level and I think it’s gonna take me a while to get up.

Yeah, that's fair. I see your point here.

Anyway, Tommy, there’s shit in this shitty, shitty world that you just… can’t stop. Life and death is one of those things. Especially not this shit, this is my responsibility.

That's fucking stupid. And not fair. There should at least be something people can do.

Nope. Not really man. Nothing I want you or Tubbo to do, at least. I have lives to spare. You two don’t.

You better not get yourself killed next or we're all gonna be fucked.

It’ll be fine. You’d be in charge.

In what world would that be fine?

It’d only be like… a day at most. I knock of respawn pretty fast. Besides, you’re better than you think you are.

Either way, I would not have a good time. I'd probably have more fun doing math.

Twenty four hours, Tommy. That’s it.

That's twenty four too many. How about you just try your best to not die? That way this can be a worst case scenario thing.

It’d be really fucking funny if I died tomorrow though.

Don't go predicting it! Man, I'm getting up, your floor sucks.

[Tommy stands up, stretching his arms]

I don't know how you're so comfortable there for so long.

I can’t get up Tommy.

Do you need help? I can heave you up with my incredible strength!

No, no, I’ll be fine. Just let me sit here for a bit.

Okay? Have fun, don't merge with the floor! I'm gonna go now but I'll see you later.

Bye Tommy.

#public speaking #aiming the vlog gun

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spencersgfwrites · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: a new family: help:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

authors note: this is from john's pov btw

Sherlock doesn't leave my mind all day as I work. I worry about what he is doing , and hope he isn't getting back into drugs, if not for the sake of his health, for Rosie because I know she looks up to him. While I'm still mad at him for not caring about a knife being held to Rosie's throat, I feel more remorse at what I said. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get the image of his face when I said it out of my face. His eyes were so hurt, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get him to trust me again. It took him years to fully trust me, and even then sometimes I would wonder if he full trusted me.

"Hey John!" I hear someone say, and I am shaken out of my trance.

"Oh, hello Louis. What's up?" I say, noticing he looks rather worried.

"I know this is a really big favor, but can you cover my shift tonight? My mum got hurt pretty badly and she lives in America so I need to fly out to see her. The shifts from 5 to 10:30." Louis says. I really want to get home to Rosie and check up on Sherlock, but my conscience get's the better of me.

"Sure. But you owe me one!" I say, cracking a smile.

"Okay, thanks buddy!" Louis says, and claps me on my back. I wince a bit, but not enough for him to notice. I quickly sent a text to Rosie: be home late, eat dinner without me. Love you. I see the time is 4:36, so she should be out of school for a while now.

When I get home that night I see all the lights are off so I decide not to turn any on. I go into my bedroom and don't even change into pajamas, I'm so tired. I just lay down and go to sleep, not even thinking to turn on the light.

I open my eyes and see the sun shining through the windows. I groan, and sit up. I look at my bedside table and see there's a note there. I read it and find out that apparently Rosie left to see Sherlock. Well that's good. I go downstairs and make coffee, not bothering to eat. I decide to work on my blog a bit. I update it on Sherlock and my most recent case, but of course leave out the bit about me calling him a freak and him leaving. I hope it's not my last blog post.

When I finish I look at the clock and notice it's already a bit past noon. It's weird Rosie isn't home by now, but I don't think much of it as I know she's a responsible kid, and if she's at Sherlock's she's safe. I look in the fridge, wondering what to make for dinner tonight when I realise we have almost no food. Well, I might as well go grocery shopping I suppose.

The grocery shopping trip goes very uneventfully. When I get home and Rosie still isn't home and she hasn't texted me back at all I really start to worry. I remind myself I'm probably being paranoid. I mean, what are the chances my kid gets kidnapped. I decide that if she's not home by tomorrow morning then I'll see if she's at Sherlock's. And then if she's not there I'll at least have Sherlock to help me. Or at least I think he will help me. I mean, I know he does really care about Rosie. I go to bed early, without even eating dinner. I fall asleep after lots of turning and readjusting.

When I wake up in the morning I get out of bed and walk straight over to Rosie's room. My heart and stomach drop when I see she's not there. I go into what Rosie calls "Panicked Dad Mode" and call her cellphone an impressive amount of times. When she doesn't answer I hurriedly put on clothing and slip on shoes. I grab my keys and go outside to hail a cab. On the way to 221B I check my phone every 3 seconds to see if Rosie has texted my back, and she never does. When the cab stops I get out and take a shaky breath, hoping when I go inside Sherlock and Rosie will be there and everything would be okay.

Of course, that's not what happened. When I walk in Mrs Hudson spots me and comes over. "Hello John! Here to see Sherlock?" She says, clearly happy to see me.

"Yes. Well, kind of. Has Rosie been here recently?" I ask, hopeful.

"No, not since you were here last. Why?" Mrs Hudson says. My heart sinks.

"Oh no reason. I'm going to go up and see Sherlock now." I say, dodging the question. I walk up the stairs, and realize that there is a distinct possibility Sherlock just won't answer the door. I take and deep breath and knock.

❤ part 5: wrong

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ghostinyourbuilding · 2 years

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July 14th, Thursday. 20.42pm. Good night, ghost.

Woohoo, I am about to download dating apps again. I am tired of the men I'm talking to currently and also I feel like I've been giving shit men way too many chances so that's probably why I'm bored of them.

Oh, I'm at my sister's house because I'm gonna see Allan tomorrow, he lives pretty close. I should also stop by Letty's house before that to see if she still lives there, we lost contact and she was such a good friend.

As for tonight I'll just get high, watch catfish and chill since I finally have some free time for myself.

As for tonight's biggest losers:

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Officially closing the current circle of men

Men come and go, and (fortunately) all but one of the men I've been talking about are a definite go for me.

Sad scumbag

I met Pedro yesterday and he's so fucking pathetic. He paid for everything but I still am mad as hell I wasted a bus pass on such a sad creature. He's ugly, short, legitimately fucking stupid (dude didn't know where Guyana was, didn't know India has more than one language and kept referring to Mads Mikkelsen as Michael Mikkelsen), broke and such a socially inept fuck. I mean, dude could barely speak English. I got there at like 5 and wanted to leave at 10 if the date was nice but I left at 7ish because he was such a disappointing excuse of a human. I was already underwhelmed with his dumbass when he said 'brutalism was too colourful' and he decided it was a good idea to ask me if I had any fetishes... Dude??? Who the fuck are you? It's like he was trying to be as desperate, pathetic and sad as he possibly could. I just said I had to go and left. I'm so mad at this fucker for the audacity of his existence that I didn't even block him, I'm just gonna happily watch him continue to desperately send me 'hello???' on whatsapp to no fucking answer. Wasted my damn time.

Mark

I really liked Mark. He's a cool guy. Even though he moved to a different state temporarily I've been nice and talked to him and all that. But the thing is - he's being SO shady. He doesn't talk anymore and that's fine, people lose interest when they go away. But I'm such a vengeful dramatic cunt, and he knows that. He's absolutely not gonna ghost me and walk away without his feelings hurt.

So I'm making the executive decision of hitting Nobody (his previous roommate who forced him to move out) and fucking around with him. I'm not thaaat interested in Nobody because he's short as fuck, but I'm not opposed to pulling such a bitch ass move. I'm also certain Nobody isn't gonna reject me because the dude was literally claiming his life was over because 'I chose Mark over him'. I told Mark multiple times that I was vengeful and that he'd better be straightforward with me, so now that's what he gets. Like, I'll send him a message asking if he still wants to talk tonight and he legitimately has until the few days it'll take for me to find Nobody on Tinder to be straight up or his chances of coming back south, his friendship and his chances with me will be ruined :) hope he's smart.

Otto

Otto ruined everything for himself. A few posts back I said I wouldn't mind possibly getting into a relationship with him in the future but he fucked that up so severely it's fucking insane. Not only he has been like a fucking barnacle but he also keeps açtıng like I'm a therapist and it's annoying the shit out of me. I don't give a shit about men's problems, much less the men I don't feel much towards. I have been so short and dry but I think I need to just fucking ghost his ass so he'll stop bothering me. In any case, that's it for me and him.

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As for any other dudes they're probably too irrelevant to mention or I already gave them the boot. The only one I'm giving a chance still is Timo, I wanna meet him sometime this weekend, but low expectations because this batch was cursed.

In conclusion: gonna redownload Tinder and meet new dudes for the next round of complaining.

#diary entry

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imaginingmanyfandoms · 3 years

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Paul's Lullaby | part two

It had been a few days since your attack on the beach. Since then, Paul really didn't like when you were home alone. Or walking to work alone. Or anywhere alone really. It didn't have to be with him, but he needed to know he, or someone he trusted could get to you in time.

He was worried that the leech had caught your scent, and would come back. Sam didn't think so, Sam was under the impression that this person was actually testing their lines, and he wouldn't let the same mistake happen again. You were still waiting for Paul to tell you the whole truth, but you were being patient, as he had been with you. It was clear that whatever it was, was hard for him to say.

Your couch was permanently occupied by Paul, who picked you up from work to drive you home. And if he couldn't make it, he'd send one of the pack, or one of the imprints to pick you up and bring you to Emily's house.

You were cautiously optimistic about where things were going with Paul. There was still some trust issues, but you were working on it together. And no matter how much Embry or Jared talked about Paul's anger issues, you didn't really see it.

Currently, you were at Emily's, sitting on the couch and trying to stay awake until Paul got there. He made you feel safe.

"Have you seen this?" Emily asked holding a newspaper. There were missing people all over Seattle. It's what had Paul working overtime. He was pulling more than his fair share, and you knew that had to do with you. But you didn't understand what.

"Is anyone ever going to tell me what's going on?" you asked, but your tone was light, joking. Emily laughed, and sat by your legs on the couch.

"Paul really is taking his time, huh?" She gave you a sad smile. "He's doing that for your benefit."

"I know, I know," you said. "I'm just really confused. I swear the scenarios I'm making up in my head must be worse."

"Probably," she said. You both laughed this time.

"Well he better snap to it."

"I'm heading to bed," Emily said, patting your leg over the thin blanket. "You okay out here?"

"Yeah, thanks Em. Goodnight," you said.

"Goodnight."

"Wake up honey."

Paul was gently shaking your arm. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, trying to wake you up as nicely as possible. Jared laughed in the background at how soft Paul was around you, but quickly said his goodbyes as he took the night patrol. It takes a tough guy to make fun of someone and then rush out the door. But Paul didn't care.

"Paul?" you asked, finally coming to. "What time is it?"

"Late, it's very late."

"Take me home," you said, holding your arms out to him.

"I like you when you're sleepy, you're very nice." Paul picked you up, and said a quick goodbye to Sam as you closed your eyes again. It made Sam smile.

Paul carried you to his pick up truck, and got you settled into the passenger seat. He even did up your seat belt. You woke up a little more, but your squirming and stretching was the cutest thing to him. He was so enamoured with you. He didn't really care how long it took until you trusted him. Or even if you never wanted to be with him, he didn't care. As long as he got to be around you, he would be fine.

"Let's watch a movie tonight," you said, yawning right after.

"I don't think you'll be able to stay awake," he said, smiling.

"Can we try?"

"How about we watch something tomorrow, after work?"

"Okay," you said, closing your eyes again. "Tomorrow."

You fell back asleep before you got home. Paul was driving slowly, and the cool air was filtering in through his open window. He was listening to some folk band, and the whole thing just lulled you to sleep.

When he parked the truck, he did everything he could to get you into your room without waking you up, and he was pretty successful. But as he was tucking you into bed, you woke up a little. He moved to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

"Goodnight Paul," you said, not letting go of his wrist.

"Goodnight honey," he said, daring to lean down and kiss your forehead. You made a happy sound as you rolled over, getting comfortable in bed.

Paul would've done anything in the world to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep. But he was happy just to be here.

So, Paul went back to the couch. And got as comfortable as he could, and fell asleep, reminding himself that you were safest when he was here. And that he was doing a good job protecting you.

The next morning went better than most mornings. You woke up in a good mood, and decided to make breakfast for Paul. He'd been working so hard to protect you, that he deserved at least a fraction of that devotion back.

You made the lot, pancakes and eggs. A small fruit salad and a plate of bacon. While the pot of coffee finished, Paul wandered into the kitchen stretching.

"Mmm," he groaned, "something smells good."

"I made you breakfast," you said, a smile on your face.

Paul was in love with you, that much he knew for sure. And today he got his first sign that maybe you were at least starting to fall for him too. It was a good day.

"Eat up," you said. "I have to work in a few hours."

"You're going to eat too, right?" he asked.

"Of course I am," you said, stopping before you left the room. You turned on the radio against the wall. It was some band you'd never heard of, but it was nice enough. Paul was already filling his plate, but you went to pour two coffees. "Cream, sugar?"

"Just black," he said, mouthful of food. "Just come sit."

"All right," you said. "But for the record I wanted the coffee."

You chose the chair beside him, instead of across from him, and he took note of that but didn't say anything. You smiled at him, and he smiled back, like he always did.

Breakfast was relatively quiet, you made small talk about what was going on that day, but mostly you just enjoyed the silence. It didn't feel awkward, it felt right. It felt comfortable. When you were done, Paul wasn't. So you carried your plate to the sink, and rubbed your hand across his back as you passed. His breath hitched slightly, and it made you smile, thinking about how different Paul was.

Maybe it was time you cut him a little slack.

When he finished, Paul helped you clean up. And even shooed you away to get ready for work while he did the dishes.

"Thank you," he said, as you walked back down the hallway. He wiped his hands on a dishcloth and dropped it back on the counter. He leaned back, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he is.

"Thank you for being here," you said, suddenly self conscience under his intent stare at you. You pulled your sweater sleeves over your hands, keeping the fabric pinched between your fingers.

"I uh, packed up the rest of the fruit salad. I thought you might like to have it at work." Paul had one of your Tupperware containers sitting on the counter.

"And the bacon?"

He looked guilty. "I ate it."

"It's okay!" you said, laughing at his face. "It was made to be eaten."

He drove you to work, and although you missed to walk, you knew you'd get back to it eventually. When he dropped you off, you hesitated to leave. Paul sat patiently, giving you a moment to collect yourself.

"I want the truth tonight," you said.

"Honey..."

"Just, think about it from my perspective. I have no idea what it is I should be scared of, I have no idea where you work or why you're gone all the time. I'm worried about you, and I'm scared."

"I'm scared too." Paul took a deep breath. "I'm scared that something will happen to you. But mostly I'm scared that if you know the truth you'll be scared of me."

"I wouldn't."

"You don't know that," he said, he looked terrified. "You hated me earlier this month. Couldn't even look at me throughout high school and I am so embarrassed about that. And it's going to be even more embarrassing when I tell you everything because then you'll know that we didn't make eye contact from two years attending the same school."

"I'm sure we made eye contact," you said.

"No." He looked at you, and you could see the pain in his eyes. "We didn't." The look on his face made you hurt. It made your heart deflate, and you would've done anything to see him smile again.

You unclicked your seat belt, but didn't move as it sprang back into place. It didn't feel right to leave the air like this.

The heat he gave off seemed to float right into your space, and there was something about his presence that made you feel more settled than you had in a long time. You wanted to touch him, so you leaned across the middle seat, and placed a tender kiss against his cheek.

"Just think about it," you said, sliding back towards the door and starting to get out. You didn't want to leave him feeling sad, but you had to get to work.

"Have a good shift," he said, watching you leave. He hated watching you walk away.

"You too."

Work had been horrible. Your boss was kind of a jerk, and waiting tables had really lost it's appeal. You'd been serving tables in La Push's best diner, but when the new owners took over, it quickly began to lose it's charm. You wanted to buy it when they were selling, but coming right out of high school you didn't have that kind of cash.

You just felt kind of miserable, so when you saw Jared and Kim waiting for you outside, you just felt annoyed. You were under the impression you and Paul had made plans.

"Hey," Kim said, smiling from the passenger seat. You got in behind Jared. "Don't worry. Paul said another hour, tops."

"Can you guys just take me home? I had a long day and I just want to relax," you asked, pulling your upper body between Jared and Kim's seats.

"I don't know, Y/N," Jared said, making a worried face. "I don't think Paul would like that."

"C'mon Jared," you said. "I'll lock the doors, and I'll call you if I get nervous."

"Jared, she wants to go home." Kim smiled at you. You really liked her.

He rolled his eyes and started the car. "When he freaks out on me, I'm throwing you both under the bus."

"He won't get mad at us," you said, "he said himself. An hour tops."

Jared and Kim were actually really great travel companions. Kim always made sure you were included in conversation, and Jared was not afraid to sing at the top of his lungs which was hilarious. They really cheered you up.

And of course, they waited until you were in your house to pull away.

Inside, you were tired, and cold. And you had wanted to spend some time with Paul. But he said an hour, and you figured we wouldn't lie about that. It wasn't too late that you couldn't give him some of the patience that he had given you.

So you spent the time bringing out some blankets, and pillows. When that was done you made some popcorn and fresh lemonade.

Paul should've been there any second. So you just spent some time tidying up the place. You saw some fabric poking out from under on the blankets, and you yanked on it, pulling out one of Paul's shirts. You laughed. Because it seemed rare to even see him in a shirt.

You pulled your shirt over your head, and put on his instead. Your shorts were hidden by his baggy shirt, even baggier on your small frame.

Twigs snapped outside the window, and you gasped. You knew you locked the door, but decided on checking the windows too. Just so you could say that you did. They were all locked. When you walked back into the living room, Paul was standing there - jaw clenched tight just like his fists were. But you could see the restraint. You could tell he was actively calming himself. You took a step closer.

"Don't," he said, voice cracking. He closed his eyes, hating the way you stop dead in your tracks. He didn't want to scare you. "I told you that I didn't want you here alone for a reason."

"I was so tired after work," you explained. "I wanted to sit on the couch and watch a movie like normal people do."

"I am trying to make things as normal as possible for you," he said, the anger was already washed away, but it wasn't gone. Not entirely. "You just have to trust me."

"How can I trust you when you don't trust me?" you said, voice starting to raise with unavoidable frustration.

"You think that I don't trust you?"

"I'm not allowed to be by myself, how else would you like me to interpret that?" You felt tears brimming at your eyes, the confrontation bringing out your anxiety.

"If we're going to fight, I need you to take three steps back."

"For what?"

"Your safety."

"What does that mean?" you shouted. "Are you scared you'll hit me?"

"I would never hit you," he shouted back. "How could you even think that?"

"I don't want to argue," you said, quietly. "I'm sorry I shouted."

He saw the sad look in your eyes, and could've kicked himself for driving you to this. He nodded, prying his eyes away from your sad ones to look anywhere else. He looked at your shirt, for the first time, and even though he was angry with you, he loved the sight. It calmed him down knowing it was you, in his shirt, a couple feet away.

He held his hand out, palm up for you to take. You did, and he guided you, as if you were dancing - not fighting, to the couch. You sat beside him, and he kept your hand in his.

"I need you to really listen to me," he said, his eyes glossing over with the realization that if he loses you, he'd never be whole again. "For now, I need you to follow all my rules. Even when they seem excessive, or dumb. And in return I will explain everything. And I won't keep any secrets from you."

"I can do that," you said. "If you're always honest with me, I'll be honest with you."

"Okay, tomorrow I'll explain everything. You're off, right?"

"Yeah," you said, shuffling over so you could lean your head against Paul's shoulder. "Can we watch our movie now?"

He put an arm around you, and you fit to him. Like you were always meant to be there. Well, technically, you were.

"Yeah, honey. We can watch a movie now."

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Better than any candy

Hope you're still somewhat feeling the spooky season but I mean, mgg would approve.. right?🎃 (and Spencer probably too) also: this gif💘 Don't we just love him?

description: sadly, your BAU Halloween party is cancelled.. you have an idea to save the genius's favorite day though

pairing: Spencer Reid x (gn) baureader (except for the costume of a female movie character)

content: fluffety fluff

warnings: mentions of food, insecurities, the occasional swear word

wordcount: 1.7k ish

>> if ya like ma' work, rebloggin' don't hurt <<

"What do you mean, the party's blown?!" The doctor shouted in high-pitched disbelief.

"I know sugarpie, I am so sorry.. I know how much you were looking forward to it. But it's just.. Kevin surprised me with this romantic trip totally out of the blue and, I just couldn't say no." Penelope tried to explain herself, guilt clearly visible in her features.

"You're not mad though, are you?" her Bambi eyes working at full force to relieve herself of the weight on her conscience.

"No, of course not.. it's just.. I've already gotten a costume and we all could have spent some time together" the caramel-haired genius lamented as his eyes landed on another one of his co-workers.

"But maybe we could just meet at Rossi's place then?" eyes growing all hopeful.

"Oh, nu-uh my young friend. I truly am sorry to disappoint you but a night full of tasteless gory costumes and annoying kids begging for candy at my doorstep? No, thanks. I'll be out of town visiting an old friend at a jazz bar."

With a declining gesture, David made his way back into his office leaving Reid sitting all pouting in the bullpen. An adorable frown resting on his forehead.

You observed all of this closely from afar while pretending to read through a file. Well, if you're favorite genius is feeling so bummed out about his precious Halloween night being taken away from him.. you guess you'll know exactly what to do about this. A cheeky smile crept onto your lips.

// later that day //

"Hey Spence.. got any Plan B going on for the night of all nights tomorrow?" you chimed, clearly with some mischief traceable in your tone.

“N-no, not really, actually.. I really was looking forward to spending it at Garcia’s. What about you, y/n?”

“Hm, no, me neither” your gaze wandered through the room as if looking for something as you continued to reveal your ‘spontaneous’ plan.

“But you know what? Why don’t we just hang out together? Grab some food, watch a scary horror movie.. after all, we can’t just cancel Halloween altogether, right?”

You had to bite your cheeks at the adorable way the genius’s face lit up in excitement, stopping yourself from grinning like a total dork.

“Yeah, that, um.. that sounds like an amazing plan B, actually” Spencer nodded in agreement as his gaze dropped down to his own desk again, seemingly concentrating on his work.

Well then, let’s bring this on.

// the next evening //

You went through all the bullet points of your huge checklist (once again). Pumpkins, gourds, jack-o-lanterns, spiderwebs, bats, red fairy lights, ghosts - check.

Pumpkin spice muffins, black fruit punch, snacks - check. Spooky Halloween playlist, DVDs - check.

And last but not least, you eyed your outfit in the mirror once again. Your hair styled in a mid-part, eyes all dolly and adorned by spider lashes, bluish-toned makeup, and stitches painted all over your face and arms to enhance the fact that you’re sewn together.

This should do it, you smiled. Still not able to shake off the nervousness in your whole body when thinking about your plans for tonight.

Once more you looked at your phone rereading Spencer’s adorably confused text he last sent you:

“I’m on my way. I just don’t get why you told me to wear my costume.. Aren't we staying at your place?”

You were eager to reply of course.. yet, you didn’t want to spoil the surprise either. You just hoped he actually did what you had told him.. otherwise, this would be kind of weird.

A knocking at your door brought you back from your thoughts.

Heart beating loud in your chest, you went to open it, only to find a (thank god) costumed Spencer Reid at the other side of the threshold, greeting you with an insecure smile. The latter grew wide in pleasant surprise as soon as he noticed your own masquerade.

"Wow y/n.. your costume, I mean - you look awesome. Sally.. what a great idea!"

"Thanks, Spence" you giggled shyly, "You don't look too bad yourself, Doctor" trying to wink at him somewhat flirtily considering the wordplay since he was dressed up as the doctor from doctor who - obviously.

As you further opened the door to let the doc get a good glimpse at your apartment you could basically hear his jaw drop.

His eyes slowly took in all you had prepared for tonight - from the blinking fairy lights all the way to the carved pumpkins and the decorations.

"Um, is anyone else coming as well, or..?"

"Nope. Just you & I" your stomach bubbly at your choice of words, "I know it's a little too much but-"

"What?! It's amazing! Seriously, y/n.. this is without exaggeration the coolest thing anyone's ever done" Spencer reassured you enthusiastically.

"Well, I'm glad you like it, Spence."

"Wait. So.. you did all of this just for me, though? But y/n.. why?"

Oh boy.

"Why wouldn't I? I mean.. we've all been looking forward to the party at Garcia's and I-I just couldn't stand seeing you so bummed out about it."

The stone in your stomach grew bigger as you felt yourself getting timid but you weren't gonna let that happen again, not tonight.

"And also.. because you deserve it, Spence. All of this. Besides,.. there's nothing quite as adorable as seeing your face light up when you're talking about Halloween." You felt the blood rushing to your cheeks, only the bluish-toned makeup keeping your feelings from being fully exposed.

This time he was the one looking down shyly, a cute chuckle escaping his throat.

"Well, then I don't know how to thank you. This is easily the nicest thing anyone will probably ever do for me, y/n."

If you didn't know any better you'd suspect the gleam in his hazel eyes to be forming tears but you shook off the idea and blamed it on the fairy lights instead.

"Oh, don’t be silly, doc, it wasn’t that big of a deal” - you clearly handle emotional moments well. “Better go crazy on the buffet before we're running out of black cat cookies." Your hand playfully punched his chest as you grabbed one of the treats and delightfully bit of its head.

"Alright, alright.." he couldn't help but laugh at your dramatic gesture. "Whatever the Queen of Halloween demands."

"Should we then maybe compare how much you actually nailed your outfit?" Spencer questioned, as he picked out Nightmare Before Christmas from the stack of DVDs on the living room table, his gorgeous grin warming your whole body from the inside out.

"I'd love to, Spence."

Thank God, no scary movie. I'm freaked out enough, already.

As you were sitting next to each other on the couch, a good while into the movie, you occasionally exchanged shy glances and soft smiles, your bodies close to each other yet never allowing to touch. The lack of it almost driving you insane.

This got even worse when the actual Sally started singing about her insecurity regarding Jack's feelings towards her.

God, y/n, get it together. This is a children's movie, for fuck’s sake.

But somehow, this was just the last push you needed. Suddenly, you felt your body scooting just a little closer to Spencer, placing your head on his shoulder as casual as possible.

"Is this okay?"

"Uh-yeah.. sure" his raspy voice gave slightly irritated consent. You observed his hand fidgeting on his lap a couple of times before he moved to put his arm around you. This unfamiliar contact between the two of you made the thoughts spin in your head.

"You know what, Spence?" you looked up at him from the side, gaining his full attention, "I kinda was relieved when I heard that Garcia had to cancel", - earning a confused frown at this point - "because the only one I really wanted to spend this night with is sitting right next to me."

The confusion on his features was replaced by eyes wide in astonishment and his cheeks blushing in a beautiful pink hue.

His eyes this time, however, didn't leave your own anymore - and neither did yours.

You knew that he knew now. The twinkle in his eyes let you know.

"Y/n.." he carefully took your hand into his like it might break otherwise and intertwined your fingers, still looking for words. You squeezed his hand gently for reassurance, thumb stroking its back.

"Spencer Reid”, a slight tremor rushing over his whole figure at the sound of his name - “I think I'm in love with you."

You weren't even sure you heard the words coming out of your own mouth, your voice just above a whisper. But not even your makeup could cover up the truth any longer, it was all out in the open now.

Mere inches away from each other's faces, you tried to search his expression for some kind of signal. But before you could start to regret your previous move Spencer was already the one to take the leap and latch his lips onto yours ever so gently.

Nothing could have prepared you for how soft his lips felt against your own - not even the countless scenarios in which you've imagined just that.

He let go of you for a moment, leaving you all dizzy with his taste on your lips. The soft and loving gaze you were met with not helping to come back to reality either.

"Well, as for me, I know for a fact I'm utterly in love with you too, y/n" his shy confession almost made you tear up, never had you actually believed you'd hear him say these words.

So you did the only thing keeping you from crying - you tangled your hands inside his hair and pulled him in to put your endorphins to good use.

This mission, however, was put to an abrupt end as the doorbell brought you back to the world around you - trick or treaters.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot about this part of the tradition for some reason.. at least I'd say we're well prepared. That's of course, only if you're fine with giving away some of our limited treats" your gaze wandered over to the still pretty stacked table.

He laughed heartily at your question. "Y/n, I still stand by how I appreciate all your efforts for tonight but don't worry. What I got today, was much better than any candy." He sealed this line by a courtly kiss of your hand, the look in his eyes the most heart melting sight you've ever laid eyes on.

"I couldn't agree more, doc."

A silly beam adorned your features as you both got up to collect the candy you were giving the kids.

This all truly just happened. Damnit. It hit you that you really gotta remember to thank Garcia about a thousand times when she gets back from her trip.

You gave Spencer a quick peck on the cheek just when you realized his amused grin.

"What?"

"Oh, um, nothing.. but I guess we should rewind the movie a little afterwards.. for some reason we're already into the credits. I guess we missed some of it."

Oh well, you were more than pleased with the fact that fake Sally managed to capture his attention tonight better than the real one.

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