something is just really attractive about this okay

High Tensions - Thirteen

This chapter is loooong. And it could be two chapters really but I decided not to prolong your suffering.

You slept in the next morning waking up at around 11am, only to move to the bathroom to lounge around in the bath for another hour.

The whole team had stayed at headquarters until 2am at least, everyone wanting to finish off their case files so they didn’t have to go in this weekend. There was a certain buzz among everyone, it was the first time you’d all get to go the ball together. And you were especially excited to see Reid all dressed up. You might have a small ‘thing’ for guys in tuxes. 

The girls were picking you up at 2pm and you were heading to the hotel, so you started getting your things together, carefully collecting your dress bag when Penelope text you to say that she, JJ and Prentiss were on their way. You headed outside to wait for them all. 

They pulled up minutes later and you climbed into the back seat carefully.

Twenty minutes into the drive your phone buzzed, interrupting your chatter with the girls. 

Spencer, “We’re already at the hotel. Our rooms are next to each other by the way.”

You replied, “Is that by coincidence or by the doing of a certain Doctor I know.”

“I might have asked them to make some amendments to the bookings. It just makes it easier for when you’re texting me later, begging me to come and take you.”

You smirked at your phone. “You still think you can make me ask for it? Spence, you’ve already told me I’m getting it one way or another Sunday night anyway. I think I can wait until then.”

“And what if I’ve changed my mind?” He had to be shitting you right? 

“What’s Emily’s room number? I’ll visit her and fuck her mouth instead.”

“No fucking way Y/N. I’ve not changed my mind at all. The only mouth you’ll be fucking this weekend will be mine. Hopefully later this evening if I have my way, but if not then tomorrow will do and I’ll crown you Queen.”

“Tomorrow will be fine. This Queen needs her crown. And you can kneel before me as a loyal subject.”

“I’ll forever be loyal to you Y/N. And no matter what, you’re still my Queen.”

Awww, that was actually sweet. You smiled, putting your phone away and raising your head, seeing JJ and Penelope looking at you, Emily’s eyes flicking to the rear view mirror. 

“Are you two sexting again?” JJ grinned from her seat. 

“Erm not really.”

“That’s a yes then,” Emily spoke. 

“Y/N? What happens after you two actually do it. Because…. I’m not the only one here who can see that there’s something more going on am I? I mean I’m not even a profiler.” Garcia turned to you, the others nodding in agreement. 

How much did you reveal here. When you hadn’t really revealed that much to Spencer. 

Fuck it. You didn’t get chance for girl chat that often. 

“Okay, so to begin with, it was just about sex. It’s no secret that Reid and I find way other attractive, that was established a while ago thanks to those tequila slammers you poured down our throats.” You glared at Penelope jokingly. 

“But for me at least, there’s definitely more there. We’ve talked but only briefly. And we kinda had a date a few weeks ago. So we’ll see. I hope it goes somewhere else, but I’m a big girl and can cope if it doesn’t.”

The girls seemed satisfied with your answer, them giving the expected squeals and smiles at your admission of actually wanting more. 

You arrived at the hotel thirty minutes later and checked in, texting Spencer that you were here. 

Less than sixty seconds after closing the door, you heard a knock. As expected it was Spencer. With a gift bag. 

“Can I come in for a second?”

“Of course.” You moved aside to let him in, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“So I got you a gift. It’s not another toy though so sorry to disappoint. Open it when I leave okay.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him but agreed. 

“Are you looking forward to the party?” he asked, sitting next to you on the bed. 

“I am. And I’m especially looking forward to seeing you all 007’d up.”

He laughed at you, reaching out and brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Will you dance with me later Spencer? I know that’s not really your thing.”

“Maybe. We’ll see whether you make it to the dance floor or not. If I have my way, you’ll be dragging me back up here after dinner.”

He leant in close, his hand going to the small of your back and his lips connecting with your neck suddenly. 


“Spencer, I need to get ready,” you moaned as his mouth sucked on your collarbone, his tongue tickling you sending warmth straight between your legs. His other hand moved to your thighs, pushing between them dangerously close to the top and began tracing patterns over the inside. Fuck. 

“You sure you don’t just want to stay here? I’ll make it worth your while.” His words breathy on your neck. 

“I’m sure you would but I want my crown tomorrow. And I’ve paid for a dress that looks amazing. I wanna wear it.”

“So wear it whilst I’m doing you then. We can pull it up.”

You laughed and pulled away from his wandering mouth. You really couldn’t wait to feel those lips everywhere tomorrow. 

“Maybe I’ll put it back on for you tomorrow Spencer. Now leave please. I need to make myself presentable.”

He begrudgingly pulled away and stood, heading to your door. 

“Y/N you could go down in a bin bag and still be the most attractive girl in the room. But I’ll leave you alone. For now.”

“Just a second Spence.” You hauled yourself off your bed and walked over to him. Standing up on your tip toes you brushed your lips against his, doing the one thing that you’d been allowed to do all along but so far hadn’t.

He responded immediately, his hands moving to your waist and pulling you close as your hands reached around his neck, tangling in his hair. His mouth began to move against yours, his lips soft and smooth, his kisses sweet and slow. You’d resisted kissing him until now, it was something you adored doing; kissing seeming so much more intimate in some ways than actually having sex with someone, But with only 24 hours to go, you figured it would be okay.

Boy, were you regretting that decision now. Spencer’s hands slipped under the bottom of your t-shirt, warm against the skin of your tummy. His tongue flicked out, swiping slowly across your mouth, requesting access. You both angled your heads, instictively leaning in the opposite direction to the other to allow the kiss to deepen.

Your lips parted and you tongue found his, the tips carressing each others lightly. You could taste a mixture of coffee and mints, the combination unsual but not offensive. You moved your hands to his hair, running your fingers through his locks, messing them even more than they already were. Fuuuuuck, you just wanted to do this forever. You needed to stop. But….Just one thing first. Something you’d been dying to do.

Pulling back, you sucked his bottom lip inbetween yours. Tugging at it slightly with your teeth, hearing him groan against you.

Okay….Stopping now. Definitly stopping now. You broke contact completely, reaching behind him and pulling your door open.

“Bye Reid! Best start getting ready.”

His eyes were glazed slightly as he slowly licked his lips, tracing where yours had been only seconds ago.

“You sure you dont’ just wanna stay here all night?” his voice low and sexy again.

“Sure….Well ninety percent sure at least.” More like fifty/fifty if you were being honest with yourself but he didn’t need to know that.

He sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at you. “I’ll see you soon Y/N.”

You shut the door behindhim, squeezing your eyes shut. Fuck me, the boy was a good kisser. Good with his mouth, which only made you think of one thing.

STOP……24 Hours girl. Queen Tease remember. You’ve got this.

You sat down at the dresser, plugging your curling irons in and got to work.

An hour later your hair and make up was done. Your hair was half up and half down, light curls flowing through it. Your make up was simple but effective. Dark smokey eyes with lashings of mascara to excentuate your lashes, and a light brush of lip gloss. In the mirror you spied the gift bag that Spencer had given you and you moved back to the bed to open it.

Two packages were inside, The first, a small black box which you prised open to find a pair of gorgeus silver earings. Small diamond studs with a trail of tiny silver stars dangling from them. They were beautiful and would go well with your dress tonight. You threaded them through your ears straight away, admiring them in the mirror. How sweet of him.

The next package was soft and tissue wrapped. You unwrapped it, laughing when you saw what it was. A pair of black, lacy french knickers. A note fell from the tissue paper and you recognised Spencer’s handwriting.

“I have no idea what sort of dress you’re wearing, but providing it allows wear these underneath please. When you beg me to peel your dress off you later, I want to see these underneath. If the dress doesn’t allow for lacy things, then don’t wear anything at all!”

The dress you’d chosen wasn’t tight fitting and if Spencer liked lace then he was in for a treat. You’d gone with a shorter dress, one that one was fitted to your waist but then flared out slightly, the skirt made from layers of chiffon. It was a light purple and was one of the more expensive items of clothing you’d purchased. The back of the dress was a sheer lace panel which meant you had to go braless. Luckily the front of the dress had built in support.

You stripped and slipped on the underwear, the material soft against your skin. Turning sideways, you inspected your profile in the mirror, enoying the way they cut across your butt making it look perter than normal. You were tempted to take another photo and send it to the man in the room next door but you knew if you did, you’d never make it to dinner. Instead you continued dressing, completing the look with pair a silver heels. Satisfied with the overall look, you spritzed yourself with perfume, noting that it was fast approaching the time you’d agreed to meet.

Grabbing your evening bag, you opened your door to see Spencer stood there, his hand raised ready to knock on your door.


Spencer in a tux. 

You exited your room quickly, pulling the door shut behind you, knowing you were tempted to pull him into the room and abandon all hope of getting your crown.

“Fuck, Spencer.”

“What?” he asked you, confused.

“You look hot. Like so fucking hot.”

“Really? I feel ridiculous.”

“Well you don’t look it. You look handsome, and gorgeous and just…..ugh.”

He grinned at you, please with your compliment. “You look stunning by the way.”

“Thank you kind sir. And thank you for these. They’re beautiful.” You motioned towards the earings.

“Oh and….” you glanced around, checking that the hallway was empty before lifting the hem of the dress up quckly. “Thanks for these too.”

You spun on the spot, giving him the full 360 degree view of your in the french knickers, his eyes widening at you and a low moan leaving his  lips.

“Ready for dinner?” You smirked at him.

“If we must. I’d much rather be eating something else though Y/N.”

“You can have as much of that as you want tomorrow. Seconds, thirds and even fourths if you want.”

“You bet I want.”

You reached out for his hand and headed down to the elevators with him.

Dinner was amazing. Naturally the BAU were seated at the same table, the wine flowing.

When the plates had been cleared away, the music was turned up and people slowly trickled on to the dance floor.

You were deeply engrossed in a conversation with JJ and Emily, Spencer’s hand carressing your leg under the table out of sight from the others. His fingers kept drifting higher, stroking the edges of the lace on the panties he’d asked you to wear. Luckily you were sat in the corner so people situated at the other tables couldn’t see your dress being moved higher and higher.

His finger slipped under the edge of the lace, not actually touching you anywhere he wasn’t allowed to, but still incredibly close. Yet his face was the picture of calm whilst you were sure yours was becoming increasingly pinker. 

You were right.

“Are you okay Y/N, you look a little flushed,” JJ asked. 

You coughed, clearing your throat. “I’m fine. I could just use a drink is all.” Your wine glass was empty and the waiters hadn’t been round again to replace the empty bottles. 

“Do you need something wet to quench your first Y/N? I know I do.” So close, so fucking close, if you shifted your weight slightly he’d have his hands on you, just where that bullet had been. He smirked. 

“Actually Spencer, I do. I’m going to the bar.” Pushing his hand away you stood up, shimmying past the other chairs and out of your corner. 

Instead of going to the bar, you headed to the ladies room, splashing cool water on your face and freshening up some. You heard the sounds of the toilet flushing in one of the cubicles and a few seconds later, Garcia exited. 

“Hey Pretty Lady, you okay?” she asked, washing and then drying her hands. 

“Yep.” You reapplied your lip gloss. 

“The genius is trying to get to you isn’t he?” She raised an eyebrow. 

“How do you know?”

“Well it’s pretty obvious when the hand that’s closest to you has been under the table for most of the evening. I hope he’s not breaking any rules!” She grinned. 

“Technically he’s not Penelope. But damn, I wish he fucking would.”

“So just call it quits, declare him winner and go get some.“ 

“Not tonight. I just…. I need to win.”

You led the way out of the bathroom and back to the ballroom, noticing that the team had got up to dance in your absence, Spencer with them. 

You and Penelope stood at the edge of the dance floor watching them, giggling at Spencer’s clumsy moves. He didn’t look terrible, just self conscious and that made him look a worse dancer than what he actually was. 

Derek spotted you both and strutted over in time with the music. Both hands held out, he reached for you and Penny, taking one of your hands in each of his and kissing Penelope first and then yours. Tugging, he pulled you both on the dance floor. 

You let yourself be tugged and you were soon engulfed into the horde of bodies, dancing and laughing with everyone. 

Even Hotch was having a good time, spinning JJ around and attempting to dip her. You danced for about twenty minutes before the tempo dropped, a slower song coming on. 

Immediately looking around for Spencer, you felt a tap on your shoulder, turning to see one of the interns looking at you. 

“Erm…. I don’t suppose I could have this dance could I?” He looked so sweet and nervous, Daniel; you thought his name was. 

You nodded not wanting to hurt his feelings and placed your hands on his shoulders, moving with him for the song. When it finished, his grip on your waist didn’t loosen and you glanced around looking for Reid. You couldn’t see him. 

“Excuse me Daniel, I er, need a water break.” He released you and you wandered to the edge of the dance floor, not seeing Spencer anywhere. 

There was a balcony area outside, near where the exit was and you tried there, thinking maybe he’d needed some air. 

You were right, you found him leaning on the railing alone. You walked to his side and touched his arm. 

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah. I just….. I don’t know. I didn’t like seeing someone else slow dancing with you. It would have okay it if was Hotch or Rossi, or even Morgan, but I didn’t like watching him with his hands on you.”

You turned to Spencer and took his hands into your own, placing them on your hips. 

“So put your hands on me instead then.” Another slow song had started up inside and you stepped closer to him, linking your arms around his neck. 

“Dance with me?”

He nodded and you slowly began to sway to the music together. In your heels it was easy for you to rest your head on his shoulder and as you did, you heard him sigh. 

“Spencer what’s wrong?” you whispered. Something was bugging him. 

“I just…. I just don’t want this to be over.”

“What to be over?“ 

“This. You and me. After tomorrow, there’s no reason for us to spend as much time with each other, no reason for us to be around each other as much as we have been lately. I don’t want it to go back to normal.”

“Spence, we talked about this though. I thought we were going to go out on an actual date and stuff? ”

“Y/N. I’ve seen the way guys look at you. You can have anyone you wanted. Why would you want to date me?”

“And I’ve seen the way girls look at you too. And it’s not just looks Spencer either. I’ve told you before, I think you’re perfect. And don’t say you’re not. Because what I mean, is that you’re perfect for me.” You pulled away to look up at him, disbelief colouring his eyes still. Why didn’t he get it? 

You tried again. “This isn’t just about sex for me Spencer, and I know it’s not for you either right?“ 


“Do you really think that if it had been me and Morgan or you and Emily left standing at the end of the original bet that it would have been extended?”

He considered your question before answering, “Probably not, no.”

“Garcia and Derek suggested this because they knew we liked each other, we’d told them as much before. But nothing was happening. They gave us an excuse to behave inappropriately towards each other. A reason to spend more time together. A cover for us to actually grow closer, develop a relationship out of this even.”

His eyes flickered at the word relationship. “Is that what we have?" 

You watched his face carefully. "Is that what you want?" 

The feeling of his mouth on yours was your answer. You kissed him back, tasting wine on his lips, moving your mouth against his gently; savouring the feeling. 

You pulled apart a few moments later remembering where you were. Anyone could walk out any second and see. 

"Spence, I’m feeling kinda tired. I think I’m gonna head back to my room.” You stared at him, hoping he’d get the message. He nodded. 

You slipped back through the ball room, making your way back up stairs to your room. A few minutes later, a knock on the door. 

“It’s open,” you called. He entered, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. You both just stood there, staring at each other.

Not saying a word you reached for the zip on the side of your dress, tugging it down and letting the dress fall to the floor leaving you standing in your heels and panties. And nothing else. 

Spencer crossed the room, shrugging out of his jacket as he went and falling to his knees in front of you. Pressing his lips to your tummy, he started peppering you with little butterfly kisses, his hands moving straight to the lace fabric covering your butt. 

He kissed every inch of your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button  earning a gasp from you as the feeling shot straight to your core. 

Dragging his lips upwards, his teeth catching on your skin, he didn’t stop when he got to your breast this time. One hand remaining on your ass, he moved the other to your chest, cupping you and massaging gently. His mouth continued it’s exploration, his tongue circling your pink nipple, latching onto it when he heard the moan that left you. 

Your own hands moved to his head, tangling in his wavy hair. You looked down at him at the same time as he looked up, your eyes meeting. 

Catching your other hard bud between his thumb and forefinger he tugged, sucking hard at the same time, his tongue flicking over it in quick succession. 

“Oh my God,” you whispered, biting down hard on your lip. 

You felt yourself growing wet between your legs as he did it again, tugging and pinching with one hand whilst sucking and flicking with his mouth and tongue, his eyes not moving from yours. 

The hand that was groping your ass moved, pushing between your thighs and rubbing it over your underwear. 

The friction of the lace being rubbed over your clit as he continued to work your nipples was almost unbearable and you let out a long moan. 

“Y/N, these panties are soaked.” Spencer’s words vibrated against your chest, your legs moving apart at the sound of his low breathy voice. It was amazing how different he sounded when he was turned on. 

“Uh huh. Take them off then." 

"In a sec.”

He dragged his hand over the front of the lace, rubbing right where he knew your clit would be. 

“Oh fuck……Oh.”

Your eyes closed as he rubbed faster over your underwear, your head arching back as he bit down gently on your chest. 

“Spencer…….ahhh. Oh shit.” You’d been in the room for less than ten minutes and you were going to come.

He pressed harder, sensing you were close. It was almost painful how turned on you felt. Just when you were ready to let go, he stopped. Withdrawing from you completely. 

“Wait….. Why have you stopped." 

"No reason,” he smirked, licking the tips of his fingers where he’d been touching you through your panties. You thought you were going to die right then and there. 

He stood in front of you tugging at his tie. You helped, starting to undo his shirt as he pulled the tie from around his neck, discarding it on the floor. 

You reached for his belt, unclasping it and before long, he was in the same state of undress that you were, the outline of his dick pressing hard against his shorts. 

You moved your hand to stroke it but he stopped you, gripping your wrist. “Not yet. I’m not gonna be able to last long this time as it is Y/N." 

"So make me come first then.”

“Oh I will.” He tugged you towards the bed, pushing you down gently so that you were flat against it. Moving to your hips he dragged your panties off then placed his hand back between your legs, his fingers skimming straight over your clit and going straight to your entrance. 

“You’re so fucking wet Y/N,” he murmured, his head resting on his other hand as he lay to the side of you, propped up. 

“Yeah well, take it as a compliment Spen…. Oh……Oh fuck.” You didn’t get chance to finish. Instead you felt him push two fingers inside your slit, curling them once inside. 

“Oh jeez Y/N. I can’t wait to put my dick inside here. It’s so warm and tight.”

“So do….. Oh my god… it Spencer.”

“In a second.”

He started pumping with his fingers, his long digits hitting your g spot and causing you to whimper. Your clit was throbbing still, dying to be touched, although from the look on Spencer’s face he knew what you wanted. He just wasn’t going to do it yet. 

Fine. You slid your own hand down your body, finding your hard bundle with your own fingers and starting to rub as Spencer’s hand thrusted against you. 

“Stop it Y/N. That’s my job now.“

"Then fucking do it already,” you whined. 

“In a second.” He curled his fingers again causing your hips to lift off the bed as he pushed them deep inside you before retracting altogether. 

“So…. Mouth or fingers Y/N?” He moved, positioning himself between your knees. 


He laughed, “I told you. Not yet. It’ll be over to soon.”

“I don’t care!" 

"Yes you do. I recall you telling me before that it didn’t matter if I took 30 minutes or 30 seconds as long as I made you come first.”

“Then hurry up and make me come then.” You were getting impatient and he was loving it. 

“I will. Now mouth or fingers?” he asked again. 


“As you wish.” Spreading your legs he lowered his mouth to your centre. Licking a thick stripe up from your slit, he moaned. 

Your hands were gripping the sheets in anticipation and he licked again, starting from your ass all the way up to your clit before sucking on it hard. He began to move his mouth against you, sucking and rolling your throbbing aching clit with his tongue and teeth before pushing his fingers back inside you, resuming his thrusts. 

It was too much, he was too good at this. He flicked his tongue against you quickly, hearing your breathing and gasps quicken as you moaned his name again. 

"Spencer… OH FUCK… Ah… Oh….. ” No longer capable of forming words, you let go, shuddering against his mouth as he licked and fucked you with his hand, your orgasm burning through you. 

You shudders reduced to trembles now, Spencer spoke, “You know, if I were to carry on, chances are you’d have a multiple orgasm.”

“Seriously Reid, shorts off, dick out and inside me now. You can try and give me one with that.” Your head was pounding but you needed him to fuck you properly. 

“Not likely, unless your playing with yourself at the same time Y/N. You know most orgasms come from clitoral stimulation.”

He was right but you tugged his hair hard pulling him up to you and using your feet and legs to push his boxers down. 

“Just fucking put it in okay.” You grinned at him, seeing him do the same as he adjusted himself at your entrance, before slowly pushing inside. You both groaned and he lowered his forehead so that it was resting against yours, capturing your lips in a kiss as you both got used to the sensation. 

“Y/N,” he pulled his lips away. 

“Hmmmmm?” You smoothed his hair back from his face. 

“This feels amazing.” He shifted back onto his arms and started to move inside you, slowly at first but increasing his momentum quickly. 

Lifting your legs, your wrapped them around his waist knowing it made you tighter for him. Slipping your hand back between you, you started to rub at your clit, quickly feeling another orgasm beginning to build as Spencer thrust away inside you. 

The look in his eyes, and the groans and gasps that escaped him told you he was close. You squeezed hard, causing his eyes to widen at the sensation of you clenched around him as he drove deep inside you. 

You rubbed frantically ready to come again when Spencer groaned loudly and his hips ground hard against yours. You could feel him releasing himself inside you and you continued rubbing, a second orgasm overtaking your body seconds later. 

He pumped a few more times, more slowly, his face damp with sweat and exertion, before collapsing on top of you.

You lowered your legs back down to the bed and wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face into your neck. 

“Fuck me…. ” he muttered into your neck. 

“You kinda just did,” you giggled, playing with his hair softly. 

He kissed your neck gently. “You know what I mean…..That was just….“ 

"Amazing, brilliant, the best sex of your life? Cos that pretty much sums it up for me” you offered. 

“Really? Even though it didn’t last that long?”

“Yep. You’re amazing Spencer. I’m not going to be able stop looking at your mouth now that I know what you can do with it.”

“Y/N, you’re constantly looking at my mouth anyway.”

So he’d noticed then. You chuckled, “What can I say. You have nice lips. And now I know what they feel like on me. I’m claiming them as my own personal property. Just so you know.”

“You can have them for as long as you want them.” He kissed your neck again, nuzzling against you. 



“Cool. How does forever sound?” you asked him tentatively, suddenly scared. 

He pulled his head away so he could look at you. When he was certain you were being serious he replied, “Sounds perfect.”

“Awesome. Now how long before you’re ready to go again, cos I’ve got a huge tub in the bathroom and I’ve kinda always had a thing about you with wet hair as well.”

He pulled himself away from you, moving off the bed and tugging you with him. 

“My Queen’s wish is her command. 

When the alarm went off the next morning, you were both thoroughly exhausted, having got maybe an hour of sleep at most. 

You ached, but in a good way. You lay there, Spencer’s hand tracing lazy patterns on your bare back. You felt…… Happy. 

The rest of last night had been spent exploring every inch of other bodies, kissing, caressing and sucking every part of each other that you could. The second, third and fourth time Spencer had fucked you had lasted much longer than the first and by 5am you were well and truly orgasmed out. 

In between all of the moaning, you two had talked, laughing and joking together, a constant smile on both of your faces. You really didn’t want to leave this room now. 

You rolled over to face Spencer, a smile on his face when he saw you were awake. He immediately placed his hand on your hip, pulling you close. 

"Good morning,” his voice was croaky from the lack of sleep. 

“It IS a very good morning isn’t it?”

“I still can’t believe we actually did it.”

“And I still can’t believe that it wasn’t a total letdown. We’d built it up for so long.” You smoothed his hair back from his face, before nestling closer to him. 

He laughed. “I’d offer another round, but I genuinely think we’ve broken my dick. I can use other things though.”

“Spencer if you even dare try to touch me again, I think I’ll cry. I feel like I’ve spent all weekend horse back riding. I’m sooo sore. Give it 12 hours at least.”

You leaned in for a kiss, tasting sleep on his lips. 

“What do we tell the others when they ask who won? Because they’ll definitely know something happened,” he asked when he pulled back. 

“Erm well technically neither of us said it. But you WERE the one to touch me somewhere you shouldn’t have first…… But I’m willing to call it a draw.”

“They’re gonna be so pissed.”

“I know.”

“Y/N?” His hands carresed your cheek softly. 


“This isn’t a dream is it?”

“No Spence, it’s not. Although it feels a bit like that to me too. I think it’s the lack of sleep. Shall we go find some coffee?”

“Can you just insert a drip directly into my veins so I don’t have to move?”

You nudged him. “Come on lazy. We can go back to bed later….. To sleep.”

“Among other things?” he raised his eyebrows. 

“We’ll see.”

You showered, changed and entered the breakfast room together, holding hands. 

The rest of the team were already there and when Derek clocked the hand holding, he started clapping, the rest of the team and then the room slowly joining in and cheering. 

You both couldn’t help but blush as you made your way to the teams table, pulling up chairs.

“Soooo?” Derek asked, a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Oh handsome, do you really need to ask. Did you not see the way she walked? Of course they did it. A fair few times I’m guessing.”

You nodded at Derek to clarify and held up four fingers to him, his eyes widening as he whacked Spencer on his back. “My man!" 

"So who won then, Pen?” JJ asked. 

She pulled out her phone, flicking through her apps. 

“Who caved? Cos three people had tonight but with different outcomes.”

You looked at each other before Spencer answered. “It was kinda a draw. We both gave in at the same time." 

"I kinda thought that would happen. Soooo…. ” Penelope chucked an envelope at you. “That’s the original six hundred from the first bet. Share it, have a weekend away or something because I presume you two are now a thing?”

You both nodded, smiling. Penelope squeaked, clapping her hands. “Told you our plan would work,” she directed her comment at Morgan. 

You laughed muttering to Spencer, “Told you…..” He squeezed your hand under the table in response. 

“And I’ve just messaged the winner to come and collect.”

“How much is the prize money anyway?” Emily asked her. 

“Nine thousand, seven hundred.”

Spencer sputtered and you paused, hand mid air. 


“Well it was a hundred dollar buy in. Pretty much every Agent in the building had a go.”

Every agent in the building knew about yours and Spencer sex life. Fantastic. 

You continued on with your breakfast, light chatter filling the silence. You felt a hand grasp you lightly on your shoulder and you turned to see Erin Strauss stood behind you, her hand on Reid’s shoulder as well. 

“I believe I have you two to thank for funding this year’s trip to Aspen. I’m sure Agent Hotchner has already warned you both not to let this impact on your work, although knowing the both of you, I’m certain it won’t. Congratulations, you two make a lovely couple.”

She collected another envelope from Garcia before winking at Rossi, him quickly pushing his chair back and following her out of the room. 

“Strauss?” Everyone was unanimous in their disbelief. 

“Yup. She was one of the first people to get in on it when we opened the pool up. Rossi must have told her about it because I certainly didn’t include her in the email.”

“I knew I should have bet on the draw.” Hotch gave you both a rare grin.

“I still can’t believe either of you lasted as long as you did. You swear last night was the first time you did it?” Derek spoke. 

“First time we did IT yes.”

“Wait….. You’re saying you did something else before? You can’t have? That makes someone else a winner. There were rules guys. Spill.”

“We didn’t break any rules Morgan. Spencer may have found a loophole though that we exploited a few weeks ago.” You smirked at Reid. 

“Okay, I don’t need to hear this. I’m done guys anyway. I’ll meet you all in an hour to drive back.” Aaron pushed back from the table. 

“Well I do need to hear it,” Prentiss leant in, Garcia, Morgan and JJ nodding in agreement. 

“So erm… We said no actual touching, no sex and no self relief right. Well there was a way around it.”

You watched them thinking, desperately trying to work it out until Emily gasped, her hand clasping over her mouth. 

“A Ryan based way?” she asked. 

“Well…. He bought a new one but yes.”

The girl’s jaws dropped, them all looking at Spencer with a new found appreciation. 

Derek took a little while longer to get it. 

“Wait….. You did what….. Kid!” He shook his head, his eyes wide as he stared at Spencer. “Pretty Boy got game.”

“Yup. He definitely does.” You confirmed. “And that’s what I’ve named this one…. Pretty Boy.”

The table erupted with laughter and you leant over, kissing Spencer on the cheek before whispering in his ear. 

“Although the real thing was much better.

Virgin L.H

Originally posted by brokenboy-meets-brokengirl

warning: smut ;)

word count: 2300+

summary: y/n takes nerd!Luke’s virginity on a study date.

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I actually really liked writing this so I hope you guys like it. Don’t forget my requests are open and I respond to all ;)

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I eyed the blue eyed, blonde haired boy in front of me, thinking about all the things he could do with that mouth and with those hands. I wasn’t even listening to what he was saying, I zoned out 10 minutes ago when he started ranting about pi and how it’s important or something like that.

I just can’t get over how the school’s nerd, is this damn attractive. Okay so maybe he’s a little awkward, and maybe he has a stutter but he would have to be one of the cutest and attractive boys I have ever seen. 

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as a thank you to @drcloyd here is part one of your present (your commissioned sapphic short story is coming soon) but since you donated more than was asked, as a thank you here is a one shot about your fave boys daryl and paul

           Paul Jesus Rovia considered himself a man of many talents.

           He could pick any lock, get himself out of any kind of knot, sweet talk his way through most, if not all, situations, and was a master at nearly every kind of martial arts. He was also an artist, musician, and photographer—those last three did him very little in the apocalypse.  Still, he knew he was good at all these things. It didn’t make him arrogant, it just made him smart.

           Once upon a time, Paul was also good at flirting, and getting what he wanted from men, but that skill was slowly diminishing with every passing moment. As it turned out, it was very hard to read Daryl Dixon. Paul had no idea what they were to each other. They had shared one very chaste kiss, so soft that it was barely there altogether, so short that Paul was starting to wonder whether or not he had imagined it altogether.

           It had happened on a run, two weeks ago. They had a close call, and Daryl had done what he always did—get mad. He had pushed Paul up against a tree and yelled at him for what he had done, for taking such a stupid risk, and tension filled the air between them as it had been doing for months. Daryl’s fists in Paul’s jacket, Paul not touching Daryl, since he knew Daryl did not always like to be touched. Then, somehow, they had kissed. It had started with Daryl looking at Paul’s lips, and Paul leaning in slowly, and Daryl’s breathing suddenly the nosiest and most adoring sound in the world. Interestingly Daryl’s nervousness kept Paul steady, it’s what made their kiss so soft. Their lips barely brushed, and yet it sent such a magnificent thrill through Paul, it was more them breathing against each other than anything. Daryl pulled away, and the moment was over, their hands falling to their sides, Paul’s body on fire. They continued on their run as normal, like nothing had happened, and every single day that followed it was still like nothing had happened.

           Except it wasn’t either.

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From Con to Con (Part Thirteen)


Part Twelve

A/N: Switching things up a little with how I put chapters up. Sorry if it looks weird. :/ Anyways, thanks for all the love with the last chapter guys! Been swamped with a new job so I haven’t been able to respond like I would like but I love you all. Yay Rob and Reader! :) 

Warnings: FLUFF and some teasing 

Word Count: 5,423

The smell of chili surrounded your kitchen as you started putting the final touches on your food. You didn’t have to film today so you spent the day running errands and getting food for your apartment which included getting all the ingredients for your meal. Tonight was going to be your first Skype date with Rob and the two of you agreed to eat at the same time so it felt more like a real date. Not quite what either one of you wanted a “first date” to be like but this was the next best thing. You couldn’t wait until you saw him at the next convention. Only a couple more weeks and then we’ll be in the same city again. Then you two could possibly get away from everyone else for some alone time, since no one had given you the chance in Jacksonville.

Even though you had planned on talking more with Rob after he asked you out, your friends had not let that happen. It seemed that for the rest of the day, they were doing everything in their power to not let the two of you alone. There wasn’t much opportunity to begin with after Jared and Jensen’s panel with more pictures and autographs for you while Rob had another panel and pictures as well. As soon as Jared and Jensen finished with their autographs, the three of you were whisked to the airport for your flight.

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demurehoseok  asked:


Sin City 4. Thanks for the request! The drabble game is closed, I just really wanted to do this one :)

Jimin had called just to see if his suspicions were correct. A part of him hoped he was true in thinking your bad performance had something to do with Danielle – he wanted to think it was him, and not something else that was worrying you. If it were something else, he obviously didn’t know about it since you didn’t tell him. Jimin told you so many times that you could tell him about your problems – and you never did. That’s why he called. He had no explanation for why his hand was wrapped around his erection ten minutes into the phone call, or for why he was the one that initiated things – again, or for why he was even okay with doing this with someone who worked for him.

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I got reported on facebook for saying that we should stop condoning people being fat. I’m so tired of seeing this bullshit. But Tumblr is even worse. Tumblr has this special breed of snowflakes that are under the assumption that because their feelings get hurt that people have to accept them. Uh no. We don’t. And just because someone disagrees with you does not mean that they think you aren’t worthy as a person so knock that bullshit off. This “Healthy at Any Size” movement is all lies. Here’s some weird things that these people seem to miss.

It’s something like less than 2% of people are overweight because of a medical condition.

Medication can totally make you gain more weight, but it doesn’t make you obese or larger. If you gain some weight because of medication and are suddenly obese then guess what? You were already close to being obese!

There are some people who are just bigger but this big boned thing isn’t real! You may have a bigger frame but it doesn’t make you overweight! It can add a couple of extra pounds to what your average would be but it does not add these 30 plus lbs that people are trying to claim it does.

You just simply are not healthy at any size big or small. Your body needs fat to get through just day to day stuff and having a low fat count can actually really mess with your body. And being obese or bigger is hard on just about every part of your body.

And guess what? Not everyone has to be attracted to you! People can find being fat disgusting just like they can find being too skinny disgusting. Stop trying to make being unhealthy something that is okay! It’s 100% not okay.

When does the stupidity stop?

anonymous asked:

So I've recently figured out that I'm not exactly straight. I've only ever dated guys, but I always thought I just appreciated girls aesthetically?? My weird predicament is that I'm in a really good relationship, like we plan on getting married. So I feel like I'll never know for sure about my sexuality because of how late I figured it out and because I've already "settled down". I don't know what advice you can really give for this, but I really just wanted to vent, I guess??

It okay to vent! Sometimes it’s liberating to put something out there even if you are not expecting anything in response. I can sympathize with your feelings! I’ve always found women attractive but I’ve never been in a romantic relationship with any. I think it’s important to realize that sexual and romantic acts do not validate a sexuality, so you can absolutely be attracted to women and you’re not lesser than anyone else just because you’ve never been able to act on that. It’s good to remind yourself that you don’t need any romantic or sexual interactions and you don’t need to feel guilty or feel that you are missing out because of that. I think it stems from a societal expectation that being attracted to someone means you have to have sexual interactions with them, and you don’t. Once you let that go, you might also let go of expectations you hold for yourself.

anonymous asked:

I'm highkey embarrassed to be asking this but I honestly don't know?? Is it possible to be considered aro and still find romance appealing, just not when you're involved? Like I'm able to get behind, even fangirl about relationships or cutesy romantic gestures, but I can never put myself in that situation without getting really uncomfortable. I don't know if this is just a weird thing I have to get over or if this is some type of aromanticism ¿?

Why yes, anon, it certainly is possible! The only qualifier for being aromantic is if you don’t experience romantic attraction (or only experience it rarely/under specific circumstances). That’s it. It doesn’t have anything to do with your attitude toward romance. And no, it’s not something you have to “get over”, though it’s perfectly okay if your feelings change in the future. To me it sounds like you might be romance averse and romance positive, but that’s entirely for you to decide! (and don’t be embarrassed! We’re here to help you:)) 


Okay, now that I’ve heard a lot of your opinions, I wanted to give you my own thoughts on Wolfstar.

Imagine 11 year old Sirius and Remus show up to school. They each are sorted into Gryffindor and they find that they’re roommates. At first, they’re wary of each other. Sirius, because he has a hard time trusting people - thanks to his family - and Remus, because he has a dangerous secret that he has to keep. But James loves everyone and pulls the two (plus Peter) into his close circle of friends. By the end of the year Sirius and Remus consider each other really close friends.

In their second year, they learn more about each other. Sirius (plus the others) learns Remus’ secret and, instead of trying to kill him and get him kicked out of school like he thought would happen, they started researching how they could become animals so they could support their friend. Remus had never been more touched in his life.

In their third year, they start noticing the attractiveness of others around him. James starts to develop a crush on Lily (which his vehemently denies). Sirius, who has already become so much more comfortable about himself around his friends than he’d ever been in his life, admits that he finds all genders attractive. Remus, on the other hand, seems to be the opposite. Sure, he can see and appreciate when someone is attractive, but he doesn’t seem to feel that same spark that Sirius and James explain. He thinks perhaps it’s because he knows he’s a monster, despite how normal his friends make him feel, he can’t imagine anyone would ever actually fall in love with him.

Fourth year starts and Sirius starts dating around. It’s obvious that he blossomed over the summer, and is one of the more handsome boys in their year (with James not being too far behind). Suddenly he has more attention that he’s ever had before, and you can tell he’s loving it. Remus starts to take notice of this more, and looks at Sirius a little differently. Why are people so attracted to him? Is it really his good looks? Or is it something else? As the year progresses, he silently watches his friend, looking for clues for why everyone flocks to him (and trying to figure out what he can do himself).

It isn’t until Remus has returned to Hogwarts for fifth year that his perspective changes. He hasn’t seen Sirius for a couple of months, and when he does, it’s like seeing the sun on a cloudy day. He’s confused at first, wondering what these strange butterflies in his stomach are - as he’s never experienced them before. It’s several months before he realizes that he has a crush on his best friend - and has likely had one for a long time. It isn’t Sirius’ looks that draw him in (other than acknowledging that he’s attractive he really doesn’t care about that) - it’s everything else. It’s how he makes Remus feel at ease, it’s his jokes, the way he takes extra time to make sure he’s doing okay. It’s the way that sneaks into the hospital wing after the full moon (many times by himself when James is at Quidditch practice) to make sure he was feeling okay or the times when he’d buy Remus something fro Hogsmeade “just because he thought he’d like it”. But Remus keeps this crush to himself.
First of all, he know (he knows) that Sirius is only doing these things because they are friends. His crush is not reciprocated and he refuses to do anything that could jeopardize their effortless friendship. And second of all, how could someone as wonderful as Sirius ever have a crush on Remus, a monster? It’s not even worth a thought, it’s so unbelievable. So, he pushes the feelings down as far as they can go and continued on with life.

In between the summer of fifth and sixth year, Sirius leaves his home and gets a place of his own. He’s torn in between feeling a sense of responsibility he’s never felt before, and feeling that recklessness that every sixteen year old feels when they’re on their own. Because of this, Sirius’ perspective starts to change and he starts doing whatever he wants.

They start their sixth year and it doesn’t take long for the group of boys to see that Sirius is a little out of control. Remus’ heart aches for him, but he vows to be there for him as much as he can as a friend - because that’s what Sirius needs the most right now. However, when Sirius leads Snape to the Whomping Willow, where Remus is waiting down below as a werewolf, everything changes. Remus is hurt that Sirius would use him like that against someone he despises. What if Snape would have gone down? What if Remus would have hurt him? After weeks of not talking to each other (and feeling as though his heart is tearing into two because of it) Remus finally asks Sirius these questions. Sirius’ face immediately goes white as he realizes what the consequences of his actions would have been had his “prank” been successful. He breaks down into tears and it’s one of the few times that Remus sees Sirius cry. Remus holds Sirius as he apologizes profusely through his sobs, begging for his friend’s forgiveness. Remus forgives him, of course he does - how could he not, but he doesn’t forget. This just proves to him that no matter how much he wishes to forget, he will always be a werewolf - a monster.

The second half of their sixth year starts to run more smoothly. Sirius starts to get himself under control. He stops sleeping around with others so much and spends more time with his friends. He continues pranking (he’s a Marauder - how could he stop?) but the pranks are tame and harmless. He goes out of his way to show Remus kindness, grateful that the other boy doesn’t completely hate him. It’s during this time that Sirius starts to look at his friend more closely. His crush on his friends hits him hard and fast. It’s not anything he was expecting to happen, there was no build up. Just one morning he woke up, turned to look over at Remus who was changing his shirt, and thought, “He’s beautiful.” The wave of emotions flooded him so profoundly that he had to rush to the bathroom for refuge, much to the confusion of his other roommates. He tried to push the crush down and pretend like it wasn’t there, but there was no stopping it from pushing through. He hated himself for these feelings and hoped that Remus would never find out. After what he’d done to him earlier that year - after the prank with Snape - how could Remus ever like him more? The monster wasn’t Remus, it was Sirius.

James notices immediately when Sirius starts to crush on Remus. How could he not? He knows Sirius better than he knows anyone - and the way he gets flustered around him is painfully obvious. Being the amazing wingman and friend that he is, he starts to watch Remus - searching for any signs that those feelings may be reciprocated. When he decides that they are (Remus smiles a lot more brightly whenever Sirius is in the room), he starts to try and match the two together. He’s never claimed he was a great match maker - but he didn’t think it would take much. A prompt to compliment each other here, an excuse to leave the two alone together there, the occasional locking in a broom cupboard when the tension got too thick. It was infuriating that nothing seemed to work.

Seventh year started and James was promoted to be Head Boy. He was also Quidditch Captain and his long-time crush, Lily Evans, was finally interested in him in return. He decided that he’d leave his two clueless friends to their own devices. They were perfect for each - he had no doubts they’d see it eventually.

But, as seventh year went on, Remus and Sirius merely danced around each other - nothing ever happened. Not romantically, anyway. They didn’t realize that once they left school - there wouldn’t be another chance.

They graduated and left - knowing there was a war going on, but not understanding just how in the middle of it they’d all be. There was darkness around them; death of their loved ones, their friends, classmates, even the deaths of some of their enemies; corruption filled the halls of the ministry; destruction and chaos at every step you took; and worse of all - fear: fear that you couldn’t trust those you were closest to. 

Some happy things happened during this time as well. James and Lily got married. Lily got pregnant and had their first child, Harry. Sirius was named the Godfather, much to his delight. All of them joined Dumbledore’s secret society, The Order of the Phoenix, to try and help combat the darkness with a little bit of light.

Rumors were spread that the werewolves were on the Dark Lord’s side. Many in the order started looking at Remus differently. Was he on their side? Or was he a spy?

James and Sirius tried to defend him. James - because he was a loyal friend, and Sirius - because he couldn’t imagine that his close friend whom he may or may not be slightly in love with could betray them in such a way. Remus, however, decided to just stop coming to the meetings and started pulling away from his friends, rather than have to endure listening to the muttered hateful comments and the whispering. He didn’t want to hurt his friends anymore than he already had with his disease - and as long as he was around, the Order didn’t seem to be able to get much work done. The others were too afraid of Remus. And although it hurt to lose their friendship, he would do what needed to be done, both for him and for them. He did it slow, subtly, not replying to messages when they were sent to him, until everyone, Sirius included, stopped sending messages entirely. 

Sirius, on the other hand, felt torn. He wanted to reach out to Remus, to tell him the truth about his feelings and beg him to stay, but he couldn’t. Not now when it was his family that was out there torturing muggles. He needed to do everything within his power to stop them. After weeks of not hearing from his friend, he started to wonder - were the rumors true? Was that why Remus stopped all contact? He couldn’t bear to think that might be the truth - but he knew it was on everyone’s mind. Why else would he have abandoned his friends in their time of need?

When James asked him to be his secret-keeper, Sirius didn’t feel worthy. He almost said yes - but realized that when the Potters disappeared, Sirius would be the first one they tried to find. He wanted to give Remus’ name, to tell James to ask Remus to do it, but the name got stuck on his tongue. Remus already disappeared, he’d pulled out of their lives. He couldn’t ask him to pull back now - especially if it was only to find that every horrible thing said about him was true. Sirius wouldn’t be able to handle the heartbreak. So, he suggested Peter’s name instead, hoping that he could distract the Dark Lord and his followers long enough to give little Harry a chance.

But then, the unthinkable happened. Peter betrayed them, and Sirius was sent to Azkaban.

When Remus heard the news, his heart stopped. Sirius? Betray his friends? He stormed into Dumbledore’s office up at the school, demanding to know what was going on and why Sirius was being accused of this. He refused to believe the truth. But, the facts were there. Sirius was the secret-keeper, and now the Potters were dead. 

Remus went by the next twelve years feeling as though a piece of him died inside. The man that he loved - and at that point he knew it was love - was truly gone. He felt numb, and tried to go through the motions of his life, wondering if it was even worth it.

Sirius spent those years in Azkaban, vowing to get revenge on Peter, and wondering how he could have ever thought that Remus, sweet Remus whom he loved, could have ever been capable of such a thing.

When Sirius escaped, and the truth came out, Remus felt that part of him that died start to spark again.

For a while, Sirius was on the run, and Remus had no clue where he was or what he was doing. And then, one morning he showed up on his doorstep. Remus immediately let him in and offered him a place to stay. It was both the best thing and the worst thing that could have happened to him. Living together again, it was almost as if they were teenagers, and that they’d never left Hogwarts. But after a moment it would become obvious that time had changed so much, and with it they were no longer the same person. Because of Azkaban, Sirius was a broken man. He’d suffered a trauma that even Remus couldn’t understand. He tried to hard to pretend like he was okay, but Remus saw through his facade. He still loved Sirius, he didn’t think he’d ever stop, but it was clear this man wasn’t the same man he fell in love with back when he was fifteen.

Sirius loved Remus as well, but he knew he was broken - no good. Azkaban had taken away his desire for many things, including sexual contact. So, he continued to ignore those feelings, despite the fact that Remus seemed brighter than ever, even after all of those hard years. 

Sirius left for a time to help Harry, and then was asked to go and live in his old childhood home so the Order could use it as Headquarters. Remus dreaded Sirius’ answer, and he wasn’t surprised when the isolation and imprisonment start messing with his head more. Remus tried to visit often, even stayed with Sirius for a time in Gimmauld Place, but knew there wasn’t anything he could do to cheer the depressed man up.

When Harry was in trouble, and Sirius immediately rushed off to help him, Remus wasn’t far behind. It was almost as if it was fifteen years earlier, and it was James that needed their help. They found Death Eaters in the Ministry, and for the first time in almost fifteen years, Remus saw that spark of the man he fell in love with. Sirius had returned in the fight, with his snarky commentary and protective behavior. He was so mesmerized by the sight, he didn’t realize what had happened until after it was over. On instinct alone, he grabbed Harry, pulling him back from the veil so he didn’t go after him. 

Days later, Remus realized that while he was sad that Sirius was gone, there was a part of him that was happy as well. Because finally, finally, Sirius was free from the prison he’d been forced to live in, and perhaps he could find happiness beyond.

And perhaps, when Remus’ time was up, he and Sirius could start over again.

bisexual lily evans coming out to james potter by just casually working it into conversation that gender isn’t really a factor in who she finds attractive and james’ reaction is a delayed “…oh.” and then he gets quiet for a bit.

lily prods him with her fingers. “you okay? i didn’t scare you off of anything?”

“no! no, sorry, just thinking.”

“about what?” he doesn’t answer, so she keeps talking. “you’re not going to propose that we bring marlene into the bedroom or something, are you, because i’ve heard that enough times.”

james’ eyes go wide. “is that how people react to this sort of thing???”

lily shrugs. “more or less, that’s usually the first thing i have to deal with when someone finds out.”

james goes quiet for a minute again, then takes a deep breath. “so, before i say this next thing, just know that bringing sirius into the bedroom isn’t entirely off the table…”

Fat Fingers part 3: Family

Note: I won’t be posting a lot this week, since I am going skiing. Will probably have this one and another one or two. We’ll see

Word count: 2452

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Language, racism and a lot of other -cisms. Again, do not read if Trump supporter

Originally posted by sincerelydaveed

You had been trying to avoid Daveed for about a week now and it had honestly been really hard. You really liked the guy, but things were a lot more complicated than it seemed with a family like yours. You were pretty sure there was no way in hell that the two of you would make this work.

You were on your way to bed when you received a message from Daveed. “I hope we’ll see each other soon”, which made a sad smile appear on your lips. He was really adorable, in a way. Even with his whole tough- rapper image going on, he was a real softie. It hurt to know that this was destined to fail even before it started.

“Goodnight D.” You decided to answer as you went to bed. You were honestly exhausted after a long day of work and you badly needed sleep. You found yourself unable to fall asleep, though. You worried where this thing with Daveed might lead because it honestly seemed like both of you had intentions of being more than just friends and it worried you in a way. You worried that it would ruin your relationship with your family completely. Even if you did not agree and even if you thought that they were racist, homophobic, bigoted ass hats that you should not care about, you still did and way too much for your own liking.

You were unable to fall asleep for most of that night, tossing and turning, your mind not giving you peace for a single minute. At 5:30, you finally gave up. There was no way in hell you were getting any sleep that night. You texted Daveed to see if he was up because you really wanted company. “You up?” You wrote, as you slipped out of bed and made your way to your kitchen.

You were surprised when you got a message just seconds after leaving the bedroom and honestly just thought you were starting to hear things due to the lack of sleep. However, Daveed had actually been up. If he had not, you would have woken him up. “Yeah. Restless. So why aren’t you asleep?” He texted. You decided to call him instead, as it was a lot easier.

He picked up after just a few seconds. “Hey.” He said, sounding slightly tired. You started to worry that you actually had woken him up.

“Did I wake you up?” You asked, biting your lip slightly. You hoped not.

“Nah. I woke up a couple of hours ago. I can’t sleep.” He admitted.

“Can you come over?” You asked a bit nervously. You really needed to get all of this off your chest. You wanted him, badly. But you also knew that this would never work.

“I… Sure. Why?” He was obviously confused and also sounded sort of worried and you understood. It was probably weird for someone you barely to call you at shit am to get you to come over.

“I just really need to talk to you. I’ll make coffee.” You answered and gave him your address. After hanging up, you felt sort of proud of yourself for actually having the courage to ask him over. If you actually got to talk to him about your worry was another question, though. You were afraid that you would hurt him but also knew that it was important to tell him. Sure, you had only been on one date. But, you just had that thing that you probably will never have again.

After making coffee, you waited for what seemed like ages for Daveed to finally show up. In reality, it had probably just been a couple of minutes. But, you had still managed to overthink everything to a point where you felt your head was about to explode. You had to end this. It would probably hurt both of you, but you felt like you had no other choice. Rather now before it starts. When you heard a knock at the door, you were at the entrance in a heartbeat.

You unlocked your door to reveal a tired-looking Daveed standing in your hallway. He still managed to look really attractive, which annoyed you a bit. You felt like you faded beside him. He could do way better than you, you thought.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He frowned. He seemed really worried about you, which made you smile softly.

“I just really need to get something off my chest.” You tried to calm him down a bit. You closed the door after him and led him to your kitchen, where you handed him a mug filled with warm coffee. Your hands trembled slightly. You knew what you had to do.

“Okay.” There was no sign of anger from making him go to your place at night, which made your heart swoon a little bit. Did he really care that much?

“My famil-“ You began but was cut off by him.    

“I know, Y/N. You worry and I don’t want to put you in a situation where you don’t feel comfortable, so if you don’t want to do this, I get that.” He rambled. He had obviously known that your family had to have some sort of part in you not answering him for some time now.

“Daveed.” You sighed. You wanted to tell him that you could and wanted to this. And you definitely did want to, but you knew that it would never work. There was no way in hell you were going to get away with this without your family knowing.

“No. I understand. Don’t Daveed me.” He was not angry, even if it seemed like he should have been. He probably had every right to be. You could easily tell that he was hurt by this. You really wanted to apologize and fall into his arms and lose yourself to him, but you already knew that this would be doomed from the beginning if you even tried.

“I’m sorry.” It was barely above a whisper. Tears were starting to sting your eyes, as you were pretty sure this was the end. You were almost certain that you would never see him again.

“I know, Y/N.” He clearly understood and was able to see things from your perspective, even if all of this really hurt him. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he sat the mug down on your kitchen table. “It was nice knowing you, it really was.” He mumbled. He left you in the kitchen, standing all on your own. He was out of your apartment in a matter of seconds and that was when the tears really began rolling down your cheeks. You wanted to run after him and tell him that all of this was a mistake and that you wanted to try this out. But, you knew that it was not a possibility. You would rather have him move on and be happy with someone who actually had the courage to take the leap and have something serious with him, even if that meant defying their family. You just were not ready to do that.

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident in your kitchen and you had not talked to Daveed since. You had wanted to text him several times but managed to stay away. You had already hurt him once and did not want to do that ever again. You wanted him to be happy and if that meant that you would be walking around like a zombie with less than 5 hours of sleep at night and tears running down your cheeks as often as every time anything bad happened to you, even if it was just a tiny thing, then that was just going to be what you had to deal with.

You had dinner with your family that night and they had clearly heard about the incident where Garrett had seen you with Daveed. You had not really visited your parents since before the incident, so they, of course, had to bring it up and make everything even worse than it already was, even if it was a long time ago now.

“So, Garrett saw you with a black guy on the street the other day.” Your father started and you knew you were in for a long ride.

“So?” You asked  as you took a sip of wine. You had just started to get over what had happened a little bit, but they clearly were not going to let you do so in peace.

“Don’t ‘so?’ me young lady. What in God’s name were you doing with someone like him?” Your dad seemed really unpleased with you.

You snapped at that. “A guy like him? Really? You and your friends ruin every form of relationship that I have with any person who doesn’t have the same values and views as you. Why does his complexion even matter to you?” You shot back, almost yelling at him. You had had enough. You really liked Daveed and you had to let him go because your family did not approve. You were done with sacrificing your own happiness to stay on good terms with your family, you decided right then and there.

“I will not tolerate you talking to me like this, you brat. I have given you everything you could ever want and this is what I get in return? I don’t want you to see him anymore.” He said sharply with a lifted finger. He was getting angry and even if you knew you were playing a dangerous game, you kept going.

“Well, then find someone else who wants to be subject to your male chauvinistic views, because I can’t deal with this shit anymore. You are bigoted, racist, sexist, and homophobic and you don’t get to tell me what to do with my life. You might be my father, but I never asked you for anything or nor do I want anything from you. He made me happy, but because of you I will never actually be happy!” You yelled. You did not think this was fair. They always managed to ruin everything and got themselves mixed up in your business. Business that did not belong to them.

“Enough!” Your mom finally had enough and slammed her flat hand into the table, making both you and your father stir as she pretty much shouted at the two of you. You were both fuming at that point and you knew that your father was ready to throw you out of the house. “I hate to say this, love. But, if Y/N wants to be with a black, then how can we tell her not to? She is an adult.” She started while looking at her husband, before turning her attention to you. “And you, Y/N. If you date him, we want nothing to do with you and you can’t ever contact us, is that clear? We do not approve of this lifestyle of yours” She said, sounding a lot sharper this time. It definitely was not up for discussion.

“Don’t you get it, mom? It doesn’t even matter! I let him go because it was either that or getting screwed over by my own family. But you know what? I don’t care anymore. I might lose all the people I know for all I care, but I will still have done the right thing. If you don’t start realizing soon, that what you are doing is wrong, I want nothing to do with you.” You started, taking a few deep breaths. This was a lot harder than you thought it would be. “Don’t contact me if you have no intention of realizing that your so called political values are racist and not values or opinions. I want no part in this anymore.” You said, a bit more calmly as you got up. You had no intention of staying under the same roof as your parents for another second.

You were out their front door in less than a minute, not even offering them a goodbye or anything. They had been ruining your life since the beginning and it had gotten to a point where you just could not take it anymore. You were honestly not surprised when tears started streaming down your cheeks for the second time that day. You were pretty sure you had lost Daveed for good, but you really wanted to try to make it up to him, because you honestly really needed him in your life.

You walked through the luke-warm, dark night of Los Angeles as you made your way to the address that Daveed had given you about three weeks ago, when he had tried to get you to come over. You had ignored him because you were scared and that you very much regretted too.

When you got to the building, you were unsure as to what to do. You wanted to see him and have him hold you tight, but you could not know for sure if that was what he wanted too and you obviously worried that it was not. He could have easily managed to move on since you saw him the last time.

You pushed the button beside his name on the street door, which made a small buzzing noise. You felt like you waited forever before someone picked up on the other end. “Yes?” A tired sounding Daveed answered.

“Can I come in?” You asked, your voice sounded much weaker than you intended and the fact that you had been crying a lot was definitely evident. Even if Daveed wanted to ignore that and not let you in, he also promised himself that he would give you another chance if you came around again. He really liked you.

You took a deep breath at the sound of the buzzing and stepped into the stairway. You were not sure what to expect, but honestly just hoped that there was a small chance that Daveed would actually forgive you. You wanted to tell him how sorry you were and you wanted to tell him, that you did not care what your family thought.

You would not be surprised if he did not accept your apology, though. There was a huge possibility that he would not and you knew it. But, you would at least have tried to make it up to him and if it did not help, then you were just going to have to take it from there.

You slowly made your way up the stairs, fearing the worst. You really wanted things to work out with him because you honestly really liked him.

Boyfriend Doyoung
  • i’m so happy i finally got a doyoung request like this is my first one ever , thanks so much for requesting anon !!
  • and also i’ve written this boyfriend! series for almost every member so sorry if the points are just repetitive or it gets really boring
  • okay on to this bunny ~

  • you were at this dinner/gathering you were forced to go to

  • because you could have spent the day home lying in bed but your friends just had to you pull you over
  • and they had this special performance halfway through the dinner
  • you weren’t paying attention at all until you heard the man singing on stage ,
  • and his vocals was so strong and powerful you felt yourself actually listening to the rest of the performance
  • something about him just attracted you
  • after he performed , he came down the stage for some drinks
  • and coincidentally you were getting yourself some drinks too
  • so you took the chance and complimented him
  • “ Your performance was great just now ”
  • “ Oh .. Haha thanks ”
  • “ How long have you been singing ? ”
  • “ A few years now .. I’m Doyoung btw , what bout you ? ”
  • “ Y/N , nice to meet you ”
  • and just like that you spent the rest of the dinner talking to him
  • and y'all actually shared the same interest and your personalities clicked ,
  • so he asked for your number ,
  • with that within two weeks of chatting and meeting up , both of you instantly became close
  • to the point where he introduced his friends to you and they were all comfortable with you too
  • you never actually thought the feelings you had for him were serious and were mainly just admiration ,
  • until one night he rushed down to your house just to cheer you up and give you a hug because you weren’t in the best mood that day
  • your feelings grew even more as he took care of you like no one ever did before
  • doyoung showed subtle signs that he felt the same way too ,
  • but you were always too afraid to ask
  • for example he’d sing and dance for you when you asked him to , while when the other members did he would reject them straight away
  • also , he often made decisions for your own good and wasn’t afraid to sacrifice for you
  • “ are you sure you don’t need to go home tonight ? ”
  • “ it’s fine , i’m sure the boys would understand ”
  • “ thank you so much doyoung ”
  • “ you’re important to me ”
  • the next day you found yourself in his arms , your head lying on his chest
  • you didn’t want to move as you were afraid you would wake him up
  • but as soon as he felt your shifting , he woke up and wanted to pull away ,
  • but you stopped him ,
  • “ stay here doyoung , i feel comfortable like this ”
  • and he’d be speechless as he lays there , his arms around you
  • an hour later he’s still blushing , as he prepares breakfast for you
  • “ about that just now- ”
  • “ i like you doyoung ”
  • “ you … what ? ”
  • “ i like you ”
  • “ i do … too ”
  • so y'all got official like that and as soon as he told the boys about this news , they were all cheering and clapping loudly
  • doyoung would tease you a little from time to time ,
  • and everytime he does he ends up laughing like a small kid with his mouth wide open
  • he’d be into skinship but in public i feel like he’d not get too touchy , as he’s cautious with the people around him
  • and with the boys , they’d make fun of him so he tries to refrain from getting too touchy infront of them
  • that one time he kissed you on cheek infront of them ,
  • and everytime he tried to talk to them they’d make smooching noises with pouty lips
  • for two weeks straight
  • but when you two are alone though ,
  • he hugs you a lot ,
  • and he loves to lie on your shoulder while he backhugs you
  • when you give him surprise kisses ,
  • his eyes would widen and you’d see his face turn red ,
  • but he’s laughing and smiling one moment after
  • jealous doyoung gets really protective
  • his smile would instantly fade and he’d have a straight face on ,
  • “ stay away from MY girl ”
  • as he pulls you away
  • and when you try to calm him down he gets all sweet again
  • “ baby you didn’t have to do that ”
  • “ i was jealous ”
  • “ i’ll always choose you no matter what ”
  • “ i love you so much ”
  • lots of morning cuddles together !!
  • he loves cooking for you , even though sometimes it may turn out as a failure ,
  • it still tasted good to you
  • when you’re sad or upset he tries to cheer you up by making lame jokes and puns ,
  • making silly faces to make you laugh
  • and when he notices that you smile a little , he gets excited like a small boy and would start smiling brightly ,
  • you can’t help but feel better
  • it’s hard to know when he’s feeling sad because he hides it so well ,
  • but when you notice , you interrogate him very seriously and ask him to tell you his problems
  • so he just sighs and pours his heart out to you , while you hold his hand and comfort him
  • the members would love teasing you too ,
  • so you two officially became the ones who were always being teased by them
  • “ Y/N ah , do you know doyoung hyung’s eyebrows move when he sings ? ”
  • “ Ten shut up ”
  • “ haha yes ten .. i do know ”
  • “ by any chance … does yours move when you sing too ? ”
  • “ ten stop it what are you doing ”
  • “ shh doyoung hyung . Y/N sing for me !! ”
  • and when you did , your eyebrows actually moved too ( according to ten )
  • so he ran to the others to tell them right away
  • the next two weeks the boys would wriggle their eyebrows while pretending to sing at the both of you
  • the both of you got so used to it , y'all wouldn’t react at all
  • he loves to go on dates together ,
  • be it a short walk at the park ,
  • or a small dinner at a restaurant ,
  • he never fails to make you smile
  • i’m running out of ideas so i’ll stop here !!
  • i’m so sorry omg
Fallacy [Jungkook]

{{ noun // a mistaken belief, especially one based on unsound argument }}

He’s probably more oblivious than Gilderoy Lockhart.

Fluff. Hogwarts AU. 1,134 words.

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Slytherins may be a lot of things: ambitious, cunning, and intelligent. But no one ever told you how painfully stupidly oblivious they are. Or maybe it can be directed to the entire male population who’s usually unaware in general when it comes to feelings.

But a certain Jeon Jungkook in particular falls under this category.

You would think that after five months of shamelessly flirting with him, he’d say something about it. For god’s sake, how many times do you need to compliment him until he gets the hint? Well, he did say “it’s a date” when you asked about practicing quidditch together earlier today. That has to count for something.

Then again, you heard Jungkook say that to Jimin when he asked about going for butterbeers during the next Hogsmeade weekend.

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Okay, today happened a thing to Ara and her friends, so I’d like to write something about it: just stop with these lies. People love each other in many ways. I talk a lot with my friends online, I’m also very expansive with them, this doesn’t imply there’s a “loving” desire or a “romantic” feeling. I have a boyfriend, and so has Ara, a real relationship based on love and attraction. Kindly joking with friends doesn’t mean there’s an ulterior motive for acting like this. These accusations are really disrespectful; behind a blog there is a person, not a character on which to make up stories. I hope this could be understandable, because I’m pretty angry right now.

february thirteenth

summary: after a trip around the world, emma returns home to storybrooke, unprepared to be suddenly entwined in killian jones’ life thanks to ruby’s constant meddling, and her dad’s insistence that killian is off limits.

word count: ~12,000

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Ruby Lucas is by definition a meddler.

She’s the reason Emma works at Granny’s, she’s the reason Killian sits in the corner booth alone every morning at 7:00, and she’s the reason Emma holds an unending grudge regarding the morning of February thirteenth.

But that’s not how the story starts.

It starts with Emma Nolan driving through Storybrooke, Maine and bumping into Killian Jones on the sidewalk outside of Granny’s Diner not fifteen minutes into her forced stop in the tiny town.

Actually, the story starts a long time before that, during a time where Emma was dating a Class A asshole named Neal, but that’s less important.

Killian’s carrying a paper cup filled with steaming hot coffee when she bumps into him and the only reason she knows is because it splashes straight out of the cup and onto her favorite sweater.

“Oh, bloody hell,” he immediately blurts out. “I am so, so sorry, love.”

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anonymous asked:

can i request damian getting jealous about someone else getting close to jon?

You can! But if you decide to request something for the next 48 hours, it will have to be with a word. Okay? Here you go!

Damian has no reason to feel jealous. He knows that Jon doesn’t belong to him. He knows that Jon is rather​…Attractive.

Absolutely no reason.

And yet.

And yet Damian can feel a snarl forming on his lips as that harlot moved closer to Jon, laughing that coy laugh and trailing her fingers up Jon’s arms.

Damian’s grinding his teeth into dust.

Today was supposed to be their day. One where it’s supposed to be only Jon and him.

How could Jon let her intrude?

Another annoying, high pitched giggle, Damian loses it.

He storms over there with a glare worthy of the Joker. Grabs Jon and pulls him behind him, eyes flashing as he snarls, “He’s mine. Get your own.”

He leaves, dragging Jon by the arm with him before she can respond.

“Damian? What was that about?”

Jon sounds confused.

Damian snorts as he recalls the red blush on Jon’s cheeks. He probably is.

“It’s our day, Jon. I’m not about to let some girl interrupt.” Damian retorts.

He’s pointedly ignoring the way his heart beats faster as Jon smiles.

“Okay. Hey, wanna go play a game?”


As the turn and walk away, Damian’s hand gripping Jon’s, he sends a deadly smirk to the girl from before.

She flees to her friends, and Damian keeps on walking.

queen-and-colfer  asked:

Hi, love your blog, I'm a big Desus shipper and I was thinking that at some point Daryl (or maybe Tara) is going to kill Dwight, and I'm worried about this girl Shery cos she looks kind of attracted to Daryl. What do you think about her and her future, also Dwight?

Thank you!  Okay first of all, Dwight’s character.  I don’t know how familiar you are with the comics, and I don’t want to give any huge spoilers, but I will say Dwight undergoes a pretty long character arc within them.  I am truly not worried about him dying anytime soon, unless the producers just decide to for the shock value or something and have another character play out his role.  Sherry and Dwight likely won’t work out, but I really don’t worry about her and Daryl being together.  I guess it’s possible(??) but given that we’ve had two other women express varying levels of interest in him and he’s never returned it, I don’t worry much about Sherry.  I don’t want to spoil her comic fate though I will say she doesn’t have any other relationships other Dwight in them (and I guess Negan since she’s one of his “wives”).

I’ve read Daryl as gay from very early in the show and I’ve seen nothing to deter me from that belief.  On the contrary, the things I’ve seen have only convinced me moreso.  At this point, 8 seasons in, it would be kind of weird for him to suddenly show interest in a lady since he’s had multiple opportunities in the past and was totally disinterested.  Could he maybe be ace?  I think it’s POSSIBLE, but it doesn’t fit with how repressed Daryl acts imo, with his insecurities about his masculinity, with his affinity for the LGBT folks of Alexandria and Hilltop, with the hints we’ve gotten that at some point, he will find someone to settle down with and face himself or his fears or whatever Denise was going to say when she was arrowed…for me that is more befitting of gay Daryl.  So yeah I don’t worry.

(and FYI this isn’t anti carol/daryl or beth/daryl or sherry/daryl, I’m fine with whatever people ship, this is just what I see).

anonymous asked:

Okay this is a question about sex. It's weird so I'm sorry, I just don't know anyone else I can ask this? So I'm a lesbian and I'm not sexually attracted men at all. Sex with men is soul-numbing, HOWEVER, two men together really turns me on. More than any other pairing. Is that even kind of normal? Lol WHATS WRONG WITH ME

Oh, I love this question so much, and I’m so excited to try to answer it, because it’s something I’ve thought about a lot!

First of all, it’s entirely possible that people can find some things attractive or erotic with no rational explanation. And that’s ok! My rule of thumb is this: as long as we don’t harm one another with our sexual preferences or behavior, we shouldn’t have to justify what turns us on. 

That being said, I do think there are reasons why I personally find m/m sex/pairings especially erotic. Some info about me, for context: I don’t endorse the gender binary, but I don’t have any dysphoria about being anatomically female. Physically, I’m attracted to male, female, and androgynous traits, although I tend to lean more asexual or demisexual, as I have a hard time actually establishing sexual attraction with individual people in person. Romantically, I probably lean more lesbian, mostly because I find traditional “alpha male” personalities to be threatening, false, and overall distasteful.

This last bit is probably the most relevant to our conversation. I find traditional masculinity threatening. I have a hard time wrapping my mind around discrete gender categories. And while I believe that some people must actually be cisgender heterosexuals, I think a lot of people are not, and that many more people would identify differently if it were more socially and culturally acceptable. If someone has reached sexual maturity without developing the ability to consider this notion and be respectful of it, they are inherently unattractive to me. 

I don’t know if this fully explains my attraction to m/m pairings, but it has to be related. I find people on the lgbtq+ spectrum to be less threatening, particularly men. Even queer men who present as extremely dominant are less threatening to me than straight men, because their orientation presupposes an acceptance of sex, gender, and preference diversity. 

Obviously, this isn’t always the case. Lgbtq+ humans are as flawed as anyone, with just as much potential to be ignorant assholes as any cishet person. But I feel safe under the lgbtq+ banner in a way that I never have in cishet spaces and communities. I’ve been underestimated, objectified, ignored, or flatout harrassed by too many cishet men to find them sexy. When I see a m/m pairing, or I think about two men having sex, I see people I’d feel safe talking to, or hanging out with, or walking home with late at night.

To me, safe is sexy.

Again, this is just my attempt to rationalize something that may not have or need any justification. I’m a very specific type of human, as we all are. What applies to me may not apply to you, or to anyone else, and that’s ok! But I thought it might be helpful for you to hear my thoughts.

I’d love to hear yours.

Andy Biersack Imagine (I suck at titles lol)

“You and Andy would be so cute together!”

“Oh please, not again…” You chuckle lightly. Your friend had been trying to sit you and Andy up for weeks now. Andy had been one of your friends for a few years now and you wouldn’t do anything to change that.

“Oh come on! Y/N, I just feel the connection when you tell me you guys hang out, or every picture I see of you two! You can see the sparks and I swear I’m not the only one.”

“Everyone picks on me about it, but they know I never saw Andy like that.”

“Really? Not ever? Not once did you wonder what it would be like to have Andy as your boyfriend.”

“I…. well, like once or twice, but it wasn’t necessarily my fault, I had some weird dreams and I would woke up and wonder but, technically no.”

“That’s not what it sounds like.” You sigh.

“Seriously Y/N, its okay to admit you feel something with Andy, I’m not saying it because I’m judging you, Andy is a smoking hot babe, there, I said it. We all know Andy is really attractive.”

You knew this, all this information she was saying was just a repeat of the lecture she gave you about every 2 weeks.

“I know he is, he is attractive and the girl that he decides to go with is going to be one lucky girl, listen Y/F/N. You tell me the same stuff every time we have this talk about Andy. You tell me it’s okay to admit I feel something, I tell you that no matter what, Andy will always be my friend and that my past relationships ruined the friendship I had with them because when I didn’t feel the same, shit got awkward. You tell me that it’s different with Andy, that Andy wouldn’t make you feel awkward and I tell you it’s not that simple to face a guy that confessed his whole love for you and to call them friend again, you tell me that I have to feel something and give me examples, like when Andy took me to prom because I had no one, like when Andy hugs me a lot, or does little favors for me. It’s all just friendly stuff.” You finish your little rant and took a deep breathe. You were hoping you didn’t sound that rude, it just got tiring to have to keep repeating yourself.

“Y/N, I’m not trying to force you into a relationship with Andy, I’m just telling you what I know. When I say Andy isn’t the guy to make things awkward, I don’t mean if you tried a relationship and things didn’t work. Andy clearly likes you, but he’s not going to make a move because he doesn’t want to hurt you because he cares and loves you. It’s really sweet. He knows you better than I do, and I’m your best friend. He knows that all your previous relationships went sour and you felt like you couldn’t speak to them afterwards being it was too awkward, and that’s why Andy wants to make sure you’re ready. He doesn’t want to lose you because things get awkward. He is such a sweet guy and I just wish you would see just how much he does for you, the look he gives you, and stop being clueless. Don’t forcefully push away feelings, because that’s straight up unhealthy. Now, you don’t have to listen to me, but just think back to all the stuff he does for you, think about your connection with him. I understand it’s scary to risk losing such an amazing friend for a relationship, especially when you have such a perfect connection with them, but you just need to know it’s okay.”

You sit there, processing the words she just told you. Unlike all the other times she had talked to you, it was like something in her speech registered in your brain because you didn’t feel a need to deny what she just said. Unlike any other time she had spoken to you about Andy, it really made you think about Andy.

“Hello, you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m just….”

“Thinking what I said because you finally realized I’m right? Nah, just kidding about the being right part. But for real, you are thinking about it, right?”

“Yeah, I mean…. Kind of. I don’t know. I really don’t. Listen, now that you put it that way… I wouldn’t mind being with someone like Andy, I mean… he’s perfection. But what the hell on world do you think he likes me for?”

She laughs. “You’re kidding. You’re seriously asking me why he likes you? Oh Y/N, you are really overthinking now.”


“THINK ABOUT IT. I’m pretty sure Andy would take a bullet for you if it came down to it, that’s love Y/N.”

“I guess.”

“No, you know. You know Andy would do, hell he already does, anything to make sure you’re okay and happy. Isn’t that right? How many “bad days” have you had since you met Andy versus how many you had before?”

“I mean, a lot. He’s certainly changed me for the better, I’ve never really felt sad when he’s with me. He’s always made me feel like… someone cares. Someone cares for me. I feel important, wanted by Andy.”

“Exactly, that’s love Y/N, and you know it.”

“I gu- I…. I know.”

“Yep. Just think about that next time you two talk, okay? He’s just waiting for you to give him the sign that you’re mentally and physically ready for this, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something and ruin his chance. He’s waiting for the perfect time.”

“And I’m guessing I’ll know when.”

“Of course, it’s up to you. I gotta go, but just give yourself some time to think, alright? Love ya.”

“Mhmm, love ya too Y/F/N. See you later.”

You hang up and think about the conversation you just had. It was like she had knocked a hole into these walls you had built up about anything more than a friendship with Andy. You started to realize that maybe, just maybe she was right. You were nervous, you weren’t going to lie. Your past relationships were kind of shitty and it made you wonder if you even wanted one. But with Andy, you knew you could trust him, you knew you could be with him for the rest of your life and be happy. That’s when it clicked. You could be with Andy for your life and be okay with that. You were be delighted to spend your life with him. It’d be a nice adventure.

Speaking of the devil, your phone began ringing again and sure enough, it was Andy. You press the green answer button.


“Hey Y/N.”

“Hey Andy, you’re just the person I needed to hear from.” You chuckle and suddenly you feel nervous, nervous? You had never felt that with Andy.

“Really? What’s up?”

“Oh nothing bad, I just… really wanted to talk to you.”

“Awh, well I’m free today, how about we go get something to eat? I’m straving.”

“Yeah, that sounds great, what at?”

“How about Claire’s diner, I meet you there in 20?”

“Sounds great, see you then.”

“See you.”

You hang up and get up quickly. You throw on a tank top and flannel, keeping on the jeans you had on and slipping on your shoes and head out the door.

20 minutes pass, you get to the diner early and pick out a booth in the back. You figured if you were going to bring up this whole thing to Andy, you wanted to in privacy.

For the first time in the years you known Andy, this was probably the most nervous you been. You had no idea what to say or how to say it. It was like waiting for the doctor to call your name out, nerve wrecking.

You hear the bell chime and see the tall and lanky boy looking around. You wave as he looks in your direction and he smiles, walking over to you.

“Hello love.” He sing songs, giving you a small hug before sitting across from you.

“Hey lanky.” You chuckle.

He smiles. “So, how was your day so far?”

You look down at your menu. “Pretty good, talked to Y/F/N for a while on the phone, you know she goes on and on.”

“She’s the one that always thinks we’re dating right? Comments all the kissy face and heart emojis on our pictures?” He chuckles and you force one.

“Yeah, that’s her. She’s determined that we’re soulmates.” You realize that you say it a little too jokingly and regret it.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you’re okay.” He jokes back, smirking.

“Okay? I’m the queen and you know it.” You strike a royal pose and he laughs.

“You’re not too bad yourself.” He shakes his head. “I’m a king, I could be the king to your queen, if ya know what I mean.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh, shaking your head.

“How do you always make things sound so wrong?”

The waiter comes by and collects your orders and goes back, leaving you and Andy. You decide to keep hinting through Y/F/N, hoping he gets the hint.

“But seriously, she said we’re destined for each other. Every phone call I get….”

“She must like me then, we’ve only met a few times though.” He laughs, taking a sip of his drink.

“She knows ‘em when she sees ‘em, that’s how she met her boyfriend Damien. I remember when they first met, she told me “He’s the one for me, I know it. Just wait and see, this will be my longest relationship yet.” And almost 5 years later, they still are happy than ever. I’m waiting for him to propose to her anyday now.”

“Awh, that’s sweet. That’s honestly relationship goals right there.”

“Right? She’s amazing and in a way, I trust her with what she says, I mean, she hasn’t been wrong about things like that yet.”

“Really? So you think we might actually be soulmates?”

You shrug, suddenly your nervousness went away and you had this weird confidence.

“I don’t know, what about you?”

“I think we totally could be. I mean we’re both pretty damn awesome.” You laugh.

“No but seriously….”

“You’d be an amazing boyfriend.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, smiling. “If you spoiled her like you do me, of course.”

He chuckles. “I don’t spoil you, I just give you what you deserve.”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t deserve any of it. I don’t deserve having such an amazing person like you in my life, I got pretty damn lucky.”

“But Y/N, I AM the lucky one. Having someone like you in my life….”

You can’t help but smile and look down. Your orders arrive and you both take a break from talking to eat, afterwards, you both start walking out together. You get to his car and turn towards him.

“So, about our conversation…. Does your friend know something?”


He sighs but smiles. “The way you described her talking about us, it sounds a lot like what I’ve told my friends, you sure she doesn’t talk to them?” You chuckle.

“Wait, so you actually talk about me to them?”

“Of course, you’re beautiful, lovely, sweet, funny, cute. They’ve been waiting months for me to make the first move and I’ve been too damn nervous, and plus I knew you were always iffy about relationships and I didn’t want to risk anything until I knew you wanted it, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I know you do easily. But Y/N, now all my cards are on the table. Yes, I’ve liked you for some time now, and I’ve waited months to tell you, but if you’re not feeling it now, understand that I will wait for you as long as you need, I’ll always be here for you waiting because… I know that I want to be with you. And I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes because I’m confessing my feelings to you. I just simply want you to know that I want you to take your time and I don’t want you to feel weird around me. I’m pretty sure you knew I felt something towards you all these weeks, but…. Yeah. I’m… I’m not sure what to say now, but there. You know everything now.”

You were speechless, but not in a bad way. You didn’t have those weird feelings like you did when everyone else confessed they liked you. Andy’s made you feel… different.

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him tightly. He seemed shocked by your action but quickly hugged back.

“I appreciate you telling me because I wanted to and…. I don’t know, I kept telling myself that I didn’t want to ruin anything with you because…. Well it’s happened too many time before. But now… I’m willing to give us a chance because I have a strong feeling that this is what I want, I’m pretty confident that you are who I want to spend my life with. I have basically for the past few years and… I don’t know. I love you a lot.” You laugh at the last part and so does Andy.

You connect eyes and you quickly press your lips to his, his hands grip your waist and you smile. It felt right, nothing felt wrong and everything seemed to go in bullet time. After pulling away, Andy presses a kiss to your hair.

“So we’re official, eh?” He jokes.

“Yep, can’t wait until y/f/n hears about this.”

“Same with the guys. You want a ride home, girlfriend?” You laugh and smile.

“Sure, let’s go, boyfriend.”


This is probably the longest imagine I’ve made, it’s about 2,300 words and I totally didn’t mean for it to be but I got really carried away. xD I hope you all like though, feedback is appreciated.

Feelings about the Izetta Finale



-The battle scenes were super intense and COOL AF, lots of fun to watch even as I was SCREAMING at the TV “SHE BETTER NOT DIE I S2G”

-The continuation of the scene from ep. 11 on the mountain was SO EMOTIONAL.


-Okay, ALL of the scenes where Finé is v. emotional and crying about her wife GUTTED me.  It was almost too much, I didn’t bargain for lesbian tears on this level, guys.  But it definitely cements how strong their emotional attachment is, so I guess that’s something?  Even though I can really only take so much in the way of sad lesbians ;0;

-Bianca is always insanely attractive and her black suit was not fair.

-I was v. mad before the end scene we get, I thought she had died.  I know that was the point, to scare the ever-loving shit out of us, but like damn.  Ya’ll are gonna give me a queer heart attack.

-Slightly sad we didn’t get a kiss or that the ending scene wasn’t a little more sweepingly romantic.  But that wasn’t super likely in the first place.  AND we do still get a lot of romantic scenes in other episodes (EP 11!!). The conversation with Izetta and Sophie is pretty clear as well, they’re actively talking about their attachments to the people they love.  So.   The show has really only built on the connection between Izetta and Finé, and the writers build HEAVILY on it.  There’s no hint of any other love interest for either Izetta or Finé, which is AWESOME. AND THEY DIDN’T DIE.  So like I can always hope for it to be more gay, but it ended a lot more positively than I expected.  (let me have my gay trash, it’s all I got)  I think it’s still so heavily implied (is it really only implied?  More like basically canon with plausible deniability only for assholes) it would be VERY difficult for someone to claim they’re just gals being pals.  I mean, an asshole could still claim “LOL THEY’RE NOT GAY” maybe, but it would b a huge stretch at this point.

-Sucks a little that our only on-screen gay kiss is v creepy and violent and about the villain character weh.  



-UM.  Is that corgi Dorothée or one of Dorothée’s corgi descendants?  Because if it’s Dorothée  THAT IS A VERY OLD AND VERY SPRY CORGI.

-My wife and I SCREAMED so loud when we saw Izetta and her lil red hair and dumb naruto shoes that our roommate came out to see if we were okay and if any of the characters had died because we warned him we were going to be watching a v emotional and gay finale.  

-So like.  Is it implied that Finé lives at the cottage most of the time when she can?  Does she just visit frequently?  I refuse to believe she visits infrequently absolutely not.  She has a suitcase?  This was three years later, maybe now she’ll have even more time there since the war is done and stuff?  I JUST NEED TO KNOW HOW MUCH TIME SHE GETS TO SPEND LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HER WIFE I KNOW SHE’S A HEAD OF STATE AND HAS WORK TO DO BUT THEY DESERVE TIME TO B HAPPY LESBIANS THEY’VE DONE SO MUCH.

-I don’t, unfortunately, think we’ll get another season and another chance at seeing them be even more gay together.  They’ve removed Izetta’s reason to be involved in conflict since magic is now not a thing anymore.   And since the whole thing was set during the war and the war is over, I don’t think there would be anything to go on.  I think any scenes implying future conflict is just to display that hey war will always happen, there will always be other wars and stuff.

-I do like the way they’ve arranged everything, though, it makes sense.  Izetta has to be hidden, like the rest of the world can’t know she’s still alive.  And I love the dialogue we get where Izetta knows that Finé, as a head of state, has to make decisions that look out for the safety of the entire country, not just one person. So Izetta will have to live separately to a) ensure her safety and b) allow Finé to govern since there will b times she has a lot of shit to do. So the way the ending deals with everything makes sense.  And cool that Izetta is understanding of that?  Doesn’t hold that against Finé?  Finé also understands that she’s asked a lot of Izetta and never expects her to do all the stuff she did and like?  The separation of the lil cottage in the woods will allow them to have a relationship without the wellbeing of the state being involved in it anymore?  THIS RELATIONSHIP IS SO HEALTHY MY GOD.