you all proved me wrong

Oh by the way. To any followers who aren’t into SnK..... I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to suffer every Saturday until it’s over. My condolences.

I love how the whole squad is all silent and tense after Elias called Sana slave woman. I love how Elias immediately apologises. I love how disapproving the guys are.

I appear to have caused some minor controversy on the Schipperke facebook page… I have been sharing quotes from sources I’ve been reading about schipperkes and it seems people disagree! I’d be happy to be corrected, but nobody can provide a source for their information.

Blattella Germanica

Summary:  A quick fix it fic set in a nebulous future after 6.15 where Emma and Killian have been reunited. A way to reconcile the events of those episodes in a way that doesn’t retread old ground and helps better explain behavior. 

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1600+

Notes:  A belated gift for @gentlesleaze  hopefully this helps make up for some of the salt you received instead. I’m sure I’ll write you something better one day but I hope you like this blurb. 

On AO3

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There was something to be said for reunion sex. Explosive tangles of lips and teeth and limbs. Aggressive clawing and slapping flesh, just all consuming need, I miss you, I love you, I’m so happy you’re back. Saying with her body what she couldn’t put into words, I’m sorry spoken in the rough tug of his hair, forgive me painted in teeth along his neck, I’m with you in the rough slide and rasp of skin on skin.

Afterwards was harder. Sweat drying and breath calming and the words wouldn’t come. Goodnight whispered into her hair, slow measured breaths as he gave into exhaustion. Her ring winking mockingly in the light of the moon through the window.

“I love you.”

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Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  How I desire to be loved. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (362/366)
Discussion on Recent Post on PJ

AKA Answering Ask Time

Ah man sorry for just suddenly disappearing like that guys. Just I had to take a sudden break from tumblr. Anyway – I got several asks over the hours I was not on there… though I did turn it off at one point due to some hate being sent to me, which I will address below. I decided to go ahead and answer all of the asks that are surrounding the situation that happened and the events that happened due to it in this post. Any other questions that are specifically asking about something else (though mentioning a bit of what happened Monday) I’ll answer on their own and appropriately tag them, since I know a few of you were wondering about PJ a bit.

Anyway! On with the show! I hope that with this I can clear up a bit of things as well as give my thoughts on what you have to say about it! And I’ll be going in a random order with the asks… so bear with me! ^^

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✦ —— the lorax sentence starters

  • ‘ i speak for the trees. ’
  • ‘ we love living this way ’
  • ‘ it’s perfect! ’
  • ‘ did you paint this? ’
  • ‘ wow! what does that even mean? ’
  • ‘ i’d probably marry him on the spot. ’
  • ‘ and it does what? i don’t even know what it does. ’
  • ‘ oh, it hurts, mom. ’
  • ‘ please stop. ’
  • ‘ would you be a dear and go get them for me? ’
  • ‘ you want one, you need to find him. ’
  • ‘ oh, he’s real all right. ’
  • ‘ wait, outside of town? ’
  • ‘ well, here goes another lame saturday. ’
  • ‘ you really think people are stupid enough to buy this? ’
  • ‘ i’m aware it rhymes. ’
  • ‘ no one is supposed to come here. ’
  • ‘ get out of here and leave me alone! ’
  • ‘ well, that’s me. the guy who still cares. i’m here. ’
  • ‘ it’s because of me. ’
  • ‘ sounds ridiculous, but i mean, that’s cool. ’
  • ‘ if somehow your invention ends up a failure instead of a success, oh, it wouldn’t surprise me at all! ’
  • ‘ i’m going to prove you all wrong. ’
  • ‘ with nothing but a completely irrational sense of optimism. ’
  • ‘ so let’s all make my dreams come true. ’
  • ‘ yeah, that’s awesome. ’
  • ‘ no, but that sounds amazing. ’
  • ‘ i’ve got one of these for the cutest little guy I ever saw! ’
  • ‘ i’m going to eat this, but i am highly offended by it. ’
  • ‘ you listen to me, you furry meatloaf. ’
  • ‘ if you’re not gone by the time the sun sets on this valley, all the forces of nature will be unleashed upon you and curse you until the end of your days! ’
  • ‘ well, i would love to tell you, but, sadly, according to the universal wish laws, I cannot. ’
  • ‘ kiss him! kiss him! ’
  • ‘ you’re kissing the cereal again, hon. ’
  • ‘ it is now personal time. i’ll be in my room. ’
  • ‘ don’t go poking around in things you don’t understand or i’ll be your worst nightmare. ’
  • ‘ lots of fun stuff to occupy your short attention span. ’
  • ‘ hey, man? you know, you need to change that door bell. ’
  • ‘ clearly, you missed me a little. right? ’
  • ‘ why aren’t you like other kids, break dancing and wearing bell-bottoms, and playing the Donkey Kongs? ’
  • ‘ because when a guy does something stupid once, well, that’s because he’s a guy. ’
  • ‘ if he does the same stupid thing twice, it’s usually to impress some girl. ’
  • ‘ how nice to see someone so undeterred by things like reality. ’
  • ‘ i didn’t mean you any harm. ’
  • ‘ sleeping is the body’s way of telling other people to go away. ’
  • ‘ okay, i put my lips on those. ’
  • ‘ you’re bringing a guitar? ’
  • ‘ my family was right. ’
  • ‘ i’m playing poker. he’s playing go fish. and i think he’s hungry. ’
  • ‘ i think he’s going to get to that part really soon. ’
  • ‘ you know me, just cruising. putting out the vibe. just me and my thoughts. ’
  • ‘ oh, is this the girl you’re always talking about? ’
  • ‘ there’s my big, suddenly successful son! ’
  • ‘ but you always said i wouldn’t amount to anything, remember? ’
  • ‘ so, who invited the giant, furry peanut? ’
  • ‘ that’s a woman? ’
  • ‘ take that, you stupid tree! ’
  • ‘ give me a reason, shorty. ’
  • ‘ do you think I’m bad? ’
  • ‘ something good finally happens to me, and he just has to come along and rain on my parade. ’
  • ‘ how bad can i be? ’
  • ‘ i’m just following my destiny ’
  • ‘ how bad can this possibly be? ’
  • ‘ you’re a fraud ’
  • ‘ this is really all your fault. you destroyed everything. ’
  • ‘ because unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. it’s not. ’
  • ‘ then make them care. ’
  • ‘ he knows his own name and everything. ’
  • ‘ must have been a misunderstanding. ’
  • ‘ i could just kiss you right now! ’
  • ‘ what do you think you’re doing, kid? ’
  • ‘ let it grow. ’
  • ‘ let it die! ’
  • ‘ you greedy dirt-bag! ’
  • ‘ you done good. ’
  • ‘ by the way, nice mustache. ’
Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back.
Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you.
Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // How I desire to be loved. 
Every guy I went was interested in played me. I hoped you would be different, you were different, for a brief period of time. I placed my trust in you in ways that I had never imagined was possible. You were everything I had ever wanted, but you weren’t different after all and proved me wrong. I gave you everything you wanted and I still wasn’t good enough. You turned out like every other guy I’ve come across and yet to this day you’re the one I haven’t gotten over.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1137 // all i ever wanted was love
I’m not even upset, hurt or angry anymore. I’m just tired. I’m tired of putting in more effort than I receive. I’m tired of holding on for nothing. I’m tired of believing all your lies. I’m tired of you proving me wrong every time. I’m tired of getting my hopes up and being disappointed again.

OMFG, GUYS, I HIT 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS IS SO (excuse my language) FUCKING AMAZING!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I COULDNT HAVE MADE IT HERE WITHOUT YOU GUYS! OML IM CRYING! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I DIDNT THINK I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT HERE AND YOU ALL PROVED ME WRONG! SO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I DINT EVEN EXPECT TO GET 50 FOLLOWERS AND IM GOING TO DIE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU ALL! I HOPE YOUR DAY/ NIGTH IS WONDERFUL! THANK YOU ALL AGAIN! I CAN’T EVEN PUT INTO WORDS HO HAPPY AND EXCITED I AM! THANK YOU ALL AGAIN!

44.6 OF YOU WANTED ME TO OPEN SHIPS, H/C’S AND REQUEST SO BE READY FOR THAT TONIGHT!

if your wondering I'm talking to te’a or @alfred-the-cat-writes  and we’ve been talking for 5 hours and we’re still talking

one to one

 in which a game of odds on takes quite an interesting turn 

Word Count: 800+
Rating: PG-13
I hope you enjoy!

“If you all don’t calm it down one of us is going to end up in hospital by the end of the night you know!” Oli’s voice carried across the Maynard’s apartment, a frown on his face.

“Oh c’mon Oli, don’t be a buzz kill just cause you suck at odds on. Go on then,” Jack grinned from across the room, pointing the mouth of his beer bottle towards the table. You sighed, knowing that Oli attempting to do a backflip off the kitchen table was only going to end in a lot of pain. You almost felt bad for him, but then you remembered that he got cocky and gave the odds 1 to 10, and the feeling faded.

“Yeah, c’mon Oli!” Joe called out from beside you as Oli threw him a look, stepping onto one of the chairs. The slightly-drunk boy next to you had slowly been inching his way closer to you all night- an all-too-common drunk habit of his nowadays- and was so close now that you were practically on top of each other. His cheeks were flushed red, a grin on his face as he watched his friend begin to climb onto the table. There was just something about him sitting there, bottle in one hand, hair messy, glasses slightly askew, completely relaxed that made you never want to look away. Which was also, on the other hand, torturous, because you were both still in those awkward last stages of friendship before it either ends, or a relationship begins. 

You hadn’t realized you were staring at him until you heard a loud bang, signaling that Oli’s backflip had in fact gone about how you’d expected. You tried to stand up from the couch, but you were halted by a pair of strong arms around your waist.

“Noooo, stay,” said a raspy voice in your ear. It was hard to hear over the laughter of the others, but it sent chills down your spine nonetheless.

“The night isn’t going to be as fun if Oli’s died now will it. Let me up Joe.” He sighed, giving you a pout before moving his arms away slowly as you pushed yourself up off the couch. You made your way over to Oli slowly, who was still cradling his knee, rocking back and forth on the hardwood.

“Are you alright bud?” You crouched down close to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah I’m fine. Fuck this game,” he grumbled, slowly getting up with your help. You lead him back to the living room, plopping back down next to Joe, who wrapped his arm around your waist again. You cuddled into his neck and he sighed lightly, obviously content.

“Josh, odds on you see off the rest of that,” Conor grinned, nodding towards the drink on the table.

“1 to 5,” Josh grinned, picking up the glass. They counted down, and ended up blurting out different numbers. Josh frowned a bit at that, then downed the rest of it anyways, making everyone laugh. 

The night was dwindling down, and you were a bit sleepy by now, so you cuddled up against Joe a little more, watching the game of FIFA that had just started between Caspar and Mikey. Your buzz was fading, but you were still content to sit there and relax. Joe’s finger was tracing patterns against your arm as he pulled you closer.

“Get a room you two,” muttered Jack, sipping his beer with a little eye roll.

“Not my fault you can’t pull,” Joe responded, shooting him a little look. It was your turn to roll your eyes- they bickered like teenage sisters sometimes.

“Last I heard you weren’t pulling either.”

You felt Joe stiffen at that, Jack obviously hitting a nerve. He seemed to notice too and smiled a little, almost jeering at the boy next to you. 

“Am I wrong?” Jack asked innocently. He was a bit of an ass when he was drunk, but you had all gotten used to it. “How about this. Prove me wrong. Odds on you kiss her, right here, right now.”

You froze, as did everyone else in the room. Caspar even paused the FIFA game. You felt Joe’s hand grab onto yours and he looked at you, asking for permission. Your stomach was fluttering like it never had before, but you shrugged casually in assurance.

“1 to 1.” Joe’s voice was strong and calm. The boys erupted into cheers, a few even raising their glasses as he turned to you, sliding his hand onto your cheek and pulling your lips to his. He was warm and soft, and somehow familiar and you moved as close as you could get to him, wanting more. The sound of the boys didn’t even reach your ears, you were lost in him, as you always hoped to be. 

You weren’t sure how long it lasted, but it wasn’t long enough. When you separated, his blue eyes were looking right into yours, his cheeks bright red, and the widest smile you’d seen in a while on his lips. You couldn’t help it. You pulled him closer to you again, happier than you had been in a long time, chuckling at the cheers of ‘it’s about time’ that floated towards your ears.


I hope you all enjoyed this! I love love love feedback so let me know what you think, and leave me some requests on what I should write next here -> x

“’And so the night sets upon me again,’

“the Host hums, stretching his arms as he sits up in his chair. ‘I had a lovely day today, answering your questions. I am very happy that I now have 102 of my lovely Readers here with me. I never thought this many people would care about what I had to say, but here all of you are, proving me wrong. I’m glad you’re all here, and I’m glad I started talking to you all. I hope you all have lovely nights/days. And with that said, I must say goodnight, dear Readers. Goodnight.’“

So my friend is really interested in homestuck, but he says he's too ugly to cosplay as Dirk Strider.

Now listen a second. 
You all need to help me prove he’s wrong and he could

actually

make 

a great Dirk because

fuck look at him.

Ok now please, do what you want, but help andreaharumonia’s self esteem explode because he thinks he’s ugly.
Thank you for your help :v



I Can See The Light

Anthony Ramos x Reader
Words: 752
Request: 
anon: another part to broadway please? i absolutely love love love your writing! 
anon: are you planning on doing a part five of the broadway series??

let me tell you, i wasn’t planning on doing another part to the broadway series. but you know what? it’s christmas time and i’ve been super lazy when it comes to writing lately, so i thought i would give you all a little gift from you to me!

enjoy my friends! requests are open and i’m gonna be getting back onto writing now. it just took me a little while to adjust.

also, i’m nearly at 900 followers which is insane! i thought when i started i would get like 100 followers and that would be it… you all proved me wrong and i’m so happy.

Broadway
Richard Rodgers
Clean Up
Time Off

Masterlist

Originally posted by gravitywon

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“Anthony! Can you get in here?”

Anthony reappeared from the bathroom, pushing a piece of hair out of his eyes. “You called?” He asked, smiling goofily.

You held up the star, pouting slightly. “I’m too short to reach the top of the tree,” You said quietly, handing it to him. Anthony rolled his eyes, placing the star on the top of the tree with ease.

“I thought we weren’t decorating for Christmas for another few weeks. I mean, it is only November.”

“Ant, it’s twelve days until Christmas begins! Now that you’re not doing anything, we can relax and do fun stuff like this. Now, pass me that tinsel, will you?” You said, picking up a box of lights and smiling happily.

“I mean, you’re right. But come on babe… do we really need to be this festive?” Anthony asked, looking around at your shared apartment that was now covered in multitudes of tinsel and lights.

“Of course we do! Christmas has been my favourite holiday since I was a kid. I’m not going to drop it because we moved in together,” You said, giggling quietly. You grabbed a spare pair of tinsel, wrapping it around Anthony’s neck loosely. “There. Now you fit right in.”

“I’m relieved,” Anthony said, laughing quietly. “You know… this gives me an idea. I’ll be right back.” Anthony disappeared to your room, coming back out with his guitar a few minutes later. He sat down on the couch, starting to play around with the strings and singing softly.

You continued to decorate the tree, plugging in the lights and sighing happily. “It’s beautiful,” You said quietly, looking back at Anthony.

“Nice…” Anthony mumbled, concentrating on his guitar.

“Babe, can’t you take at least some interest in what I’m doing? I thought you’d enjoy it if I made the house look more like a home.”

“Just, let me finish this. Can you go leave?” Anthony mumbled.

Your eyes widened. “Wait, what? Ant… Anthony. I’m not just going to-“

“I said just let me finish this and then we can talk!” Anthony exclaimed, looking up from his guitar. You frowned slightly, letting out a soft sigh.

“I’m going to work…” You mumbled, grabbing your bag and heading out the door. Anthony quickly put down his guitar, following you out the door.

“Babe, you told me you hate the coffee house. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just… when you get an idea, you have to act on it quickly so that-“

“Anthony, I’m going to work,” You repeated, pressing the button for the elevator and waiting. Anthony put a gentle hand on your shoulder, biting his lip.

“Please stay,” He whispered, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hand. You yanked your hand away, going into the elevator when it opened.

“I’ll be back around five. I hope you finish whatever you’re working on,” You mumbled, watching Anthony’s face fall as the doors closed.

A few hours later, you returned to the apartment while rubbing your eyes tiredly. Business had been slow since Anthony had stopped coming in, meaning they had to cut down. You were lucky enough that you hadn’t been fired, but less people meant longer shifts and more exhaustion for you.

You opened the door, your eyes widening when you saw that Anthony had finished the decorating. You looked around for him, raising your eyebrow when he wasn’t in sight. “Ant?” You exclaimed, looking around. You noticed movement on the couch, smiling when seeing he was fast asleep.

You kneeled next to him, shaking him gently. “Anthony? I’m home,” You said quietly, smiling when he opened his eyes.

“(Y/N)?” He mumbled sleepily, sitting up slowly. “I’m sorry…”

“You decorated,” You stated, hugging him tightly. “Apology accepted.”

“I also finished the thing I was working on earlier. I’m sorry I was so snappy, but it’s really important to me. You’re going to love it, I promise,” Anthony said, picking up the guitar that was leaning against one of the other couches. You sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I can see the light…” Anthony sang softly. You smiled as the song went on, sighing happily.

“That was beautiful. I’m sorry I was so grumpy with you earlier. Christmas means a lot to me… it’s all I really have left of my childhood. I thought you were disregarding it completely. I guess I was wrong,” You said, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Anthony Ramos.”

“And I love you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

100 Followers!!!

//Holy smokes! When I created this account on December 31, 2016, I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know if it’d be a hit or a miss, if I’d make any friends at all or if anyone would even want to roleplay with Kazran, a rather obscure character. But you all proved me wrong! I love each and every one of you and I’m so grateful that many of you interact with me on a regular basis. I have so much fun writing with you all. I’d like to point out a few people in particular who I’m particularly fond of— @artinmyhistory/@thepurplequill, @videofaciempraeteriti, @ploppythespaceship/@ltbroccoli, @thelibraryismytardis@inevitableeleven, & @agentsuzyi-missingfromduty! Thank you all for existing. You’re all so cool— even those of you who I’ve not named here— and I want you to feel free to message me anytime, be it to discuss characters and plots, or just to chat ooc! Thank you all! x 

Pay Up

Thank you SO much to @camilltolstrup for MY FIRST-EVER REQUEST! I’m so excited to do it! Her request was:

“Hi! Can you maybe do one where reader and Reid are in a relationship and are teasing each other until the other one surrenders? Like innocent touches and stuff. And then the winner gets to choose something the loser is going to do? P.S. I LOVE YOUR WRITING! <33″

Soooooo, here goes nothing, @camilltolstrup, I hope it lives up to your expectations!

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“There is absolutely no way I’ll ever surrender, Y/N!” Spence said, crossing his hands over his chest.

You insisted that you could drive him crazy with the smallest of gestures. You didn’t need sex to drive him insane. He was going down.

You decided to raise the stakes. “I bet you that I can get you to wave the white flag in a week,” you said, mirroring his stance, with your hands across your chest.

The look of disbelief in his eyes made you all the more determined. “What do I get if I win?” he said, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

You rubbed your chin between your thumb and forefinger, deep in thought, “How about, if you win, I’ll get a shirt made that says ‘Star Trek is better than Star Wars’ and wear it for a week,” his eyes widened, “but if I win, I’ll have a shirt made for you that says ‘Star Wars is better than Star Trek’ and you have to wear it for a week?”

You knew you had him. You were both geeks; you both loved Star Wars and Star Trek, but he insisted Star Trek was better and you insisted Star Wars was better.

“Y/N,” he smirked, “you absolutely have yourself a deal. Prepare to lose.”

                                          ——————————–

The next day was Sunday, so you both had off from work. Thankfully, you hadn’t been called in for a case. You had decided the night before to have breakfast in bed the next day, so while Spence was sleeping in, you got up and went to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon and toast with coffee to drink. As you put the salt and pepper shakers on the tray, about to walk inside to wake your boyfriend, you had an idea. He loved sugar. He loved salt. But he hated mixing sweet and savory. That’s why he couldn’t stand chocolate-covered pretzels. He was a weird one; but that’s why you loved him. Before going inside, you poured the salt out of the salt shaker and replaced it with sugar, hoping he’d pour it on his eggs without noticing. You put salt in the sugar container for good measure. You also decided to change your clothes. Instead of the sweatpants and tank top you had fallen asleep in, you changed into the same boy shorts and flannel shirt, his shirt, that drove him nuts. Just a little icing on the cake.

Newly changed and ready to get him to bow to your almighty power, you headed inside to wake him up.

“Breakfast is ready, babe,” you whispered softly. “Time to wake up.” 

He tossed and turned, stretching out and pushing himself up on the bed. He leaned over to give you a kiss, “Thanks, Y/N, this looks delicious.” His eyes were barely open, as he hadn’t had his coffee yet, and he put “sugar” in his coffee and “salt” on his eggs without even looking. 

Yessssss. You thought to yourself, placing a fried egg and two slices of bacon on one of your toast pieces. The sandwich method was the best way to eat it. You slowly sipped your coffee as he lifted his own to his lips, taking a small sip. Nothing. He probably hasn’t tasted it yet. He breaks off a piece of egg and brings it to his mouth. After chewing twice, he practically gags, immediately swigging down half of his coffee, trying to wash out the taste.

“Oh, it’s on, Y/N!” he avowed, taking the napkin to his tongue, desperately wanting to be rid of the taste in his mouth. “That was low, messing with my breakfast.”

You snorted. “Bring it, baby!”

                                       ——————————–

Throughout the rest of the week, you both did your damnedest to drive the other crazy. He messed with your alarm for work, making you late. You hated being late. You volleyed back with messing with the folders on his desk and slightly changing the height of his chair. Just enough that it would mess with him, but not so much that he would notice immediately.

When he finally figured out that you’d screwed around with his chair, he just took his forefinger and middle finger, pointing them at his own eyes and then at you. Hotch just shook his head, smiling at your absurdity. The rest of the team seemed to have a pool going on about who would cave first.

Emily just looked at Reid, “Reid, you know you’re going down right? Pretty much everyone thinks you’ll be the one to cave.”

His mouth dropped open, feigning hurt, “I’m going to prove you all wrong. And whoever had money on me, be prepared to win big, because it’s happening. Why do all of you think Y/N will win, anyway?”

Derek turned around in his chair, “Easy, Pretty Boy, I think she’s gonna win, because at the end of the day, all she has to do is look at you in that sickly sweet way she does, and you turn into putty. It’s been that way since day one.”

JJ and Emily just laughed and nodded their heads. Hotch leaned out of his office and pointed at Reid, “You’re definitely going to lose.”

“That means that either Rossi or Garcia thinks I’ll win.” Spencer said, combing his hands through his hair. “Well, tomorrow we’ll know.

“Yea, that I’m gonna win,” you said pumping your hands in the air.

                                 ————————————–

After a long week at work, the team decided to go out for dinner on Saturday, the last night of your bet with Spence. You wore a pair of leather pants with a suede strip down the sides and a red off-the-shoulder top with your trademarked converse. Everyone sat down at the table and placed their orders when Spence rested his hand on your back. Oh, you knew where this was going, but anything you could do would be too dirty to do in front of the rest of the team.

Before the appetizers came, Spence followed the length of your spine up to your head and began massaging your scalp. Oh no. It was the little touches that drove you nuts. He knew that; and he was continuing on as if this wasn’t his master plan all along. Sexy bastard.

The entrees arrived and between bites of food and laughing with your family, Spencer’s hand glided down to the small of your back. He finished up his meal and began applying the slightest amount of pressure to the dimple at the base of your spine. Fuck. You were beginning to squirm. Through your peripherals you could see the slightest smirk beginning to form on his face.

It was that touch, that slight pressure that drove you wild. The chills started traveling up your spine and you couldn’t form words anymore. All you could focus on was the glorious sensation he was creating. The team’s voices melded together and the pressure intensified in the best way.

“I give!” you blurted out. “I give up, you win, but for the love of God stop what you’re doing, it’s driving me nuts.”

Spencer’s hands raised in victory. “As I said, I win.” He leaned back in his chair with a smug smile on his face. “So who had money on me?”

Garcia just smiled wide, “That’d be me! Pay up, everyone!”

As everyone reached into their wallets to settle the bet with Garcia, you just stared at her open-mouthed. “Garcia, you bet against me? How could you?” You weren’t actually hurt, just surprised. Garcia was probably your best friend, other than Spence of course.

“I remember you telling me about that thing he does to your back that drives you crazy and I figured he’d resort to that to get what he wanted,” she said laughing. 

“The glory of the win,” you said, as you looked toward your boyfriend. Even with his smug little smile and cocky posture, you couldn’t remain made at him. But wearing that shirt was going to suck.

Derek just stared at Spencer, confused, which only made Spencer smile wider. “That’s not fair! Babygirl had insider information!”

“You’re outta luck, Derek,” you said, burying your head in your hands. “And so am I, I can’t believe I have to wear a shirt proclaiming Star Trek is better than Star Wars.”

Spencer’s smile couldn’t possibly get any bigger.