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Exchanged clothes [S. R] Bolinus brandaris part. 2

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 4.6k

part 1

summary: a small act of kindness leads to a rather peculiar confession

A/N: Okaay, some people showed interest in a sequel to this and I thought I'd do it, I hope you like it enough. Oh and we are still with baby Spencer, later I will write about the second and third seasons (and as I progress in the series, lol)

taglist: @the-ginger-draws @skievers @c-m-stuff

The days passed, the cases continued, and the level of trust in the friendship between you and Reid only grew. Working at The Behavioral Analysis Unit was complicated and exhausting in many ways, which sometimes made you wonder how he managed to put up with all that, because, although you weren’t an old woman, you did have two years more experience compared to him. It's also not like it was your fault that he was a genius and he went to work for the FBI at an extraordinary age. So every time something happened, you were there for him and he was there for you. The whole team really cared about the two of you (and JJ, the third youngest) while still trusting in your abilities to face challenges. And just like in a family, everyone could also notice the existing tension between you and the doctor, because although, at least on your part, the feelings had been there for a long time, they had become more obvious to the rest since of the trip to Miami.

"Good morning" you had greeted part of the team that day, a few weeks after the trip, more energetic than the others would have expected. Neither Hotch nor Gideon were around, for obvious reasons, so it was only when you passed Reid's desk that you stopped, running your hand affectionately through his hair “Hey, Doc.”

"Hello," he responded immediately. Spencer didn't like it when his hair got messy, but he could take it if it was you, just as he could take your constant hugs or the drawings you sometimes made on his hand when you were bored during meetings. Of everything that happened between you, little managed to bother him, almost as if the interactions he avoided with others were something natural with you around.

Although he had stopped wearing his scarf daily, he still wore it at least once a week as a reminder of how special it was to him, and fortunately that day was the chosen one.

“Do we have a case? Or do I just bury my nose in these reports?” you muttered to the others, but they denied "What of that do you say no to?"

"Today they will be documents" JJ spoke kindly.

"Why do I have so many?"

“Because I passed you some of mine,” Morgan sneered and you gasped, completely offended. You whispered something accusatory in his direction that made Spencer laugh from the next desk, and then he reached over to take just under half the folders.

"I will help you"

"Oh no, no, Reid. It's okay,” you said, your voice softening noticeably, as you placed your hands over his to try to stop him.

"It's nothing, I'll finish them in a jiffy"

"Why don't you ever offer to help me, huh?"

“You manage pretty well on your own,” Spencer teased at your friend, now making you laugh. You still had your hands on his under the excuse of collecting your reports and, perhaps unconsciously, both of you postponed the moment for another few seconds, looking into your eyes with a small smile until he finally managed to keep the material that he had stolen from your desk.

"Thank you," you said, so softly that only he could hear you.

Looking at your coworker had already become something of an obsession. You liked his gestures, how he looked away when he spoke, his nervous ramblings, and the straight hair that he apparently was letting grow, but what you liked the most were his hands. When he was explaining a profile, he always communicated a lot with his body language and honestly, the swaying of his hands, combined with the tranquility in his tone of voice, was very hypnotic to you, as if keeping the attention of others was something inescapable for him, although it was probably easier to keep your attention specifically. Right now, while everyone was minding their own business, you were watching sideways as he ran his middle finger over the printed lines. It made you nervous to see the delicacy with which he moved across the sheet of paper and inevitably your mind traveled to inappropriate corners related to that movement, which embarrassed you to the point of blushing. Thank heavens he was too focused to notice you, so you forced yourself to work on the few reports Reid had let you keep.

The days were very rare when no cases appeared, but you were grateful that they existed because sometimes it was necessary to take a breather. Seeing so many bodies, so much blood and so much inhumanity was something you never quite got used to, although having good teammates in your unit made it more bearable. So that night nothing stopped you from finishing right on time, with a little back pain from sitting all day, but also quite calm.

"I'll see you tomorrow, rest"

"Are you going to your apartment?" Spencer asked, rushing towards you with his coat in hand and the briefcase slung over his shoulder, and you nodded Can you wait for me to go together?”

You looked at him, more confused than you wanted, but you said yes. It's not that you were upset or that you didn't want company, but that you were curious as to why he might have offered to do it.

"Thanks again, for earlier," you said, once both of you were outside. You lived a few streets from the office and you could get there in less than 20 minutes by taking a subway station, which fortunately was the same one he took.

“Okay, they were too many for you. I mean, it's not that I think you can't do the job, you're very capable, it's just that I thought it was too much workload for just you and I… well, I could help you so I did it” with that Reid held up a hand to downplay the matter and smiled at you.

“Why have we never thought about walking to the subway together?”

"I don't know either," he said. You felt a gust of wind hit the both of you so you hugged yourself to try and get some warmth and even though Spencer wasn't the best at reading social cues he managed to figure out what you had and what he needed to do

“Here” he murmured, as he spread the coat and put it on your shoulders.

“Oh no, no, no, Reid. I'm fine"

"In fact, if you don't use it you can catch a cold and although there are very few cases in which there are complications that lead to death, the symptoms last about a week and you can infect several people during the first days, so you not only you would be taking care of yourself but also the rest of the team” he informed you. That made you smile, and you found that behind all his scientific mumbo jumbo, he was trying to take care of you.

"It's a little big on me," you laughed, reaching into the sleeves with some help from him.

“You look pretty” he blurted out from his lips, completely entranced by you “Well, the… the coat. It looks good” he tried to fix, but you laughed at the compliment that you definitely wouldn't pass up.

"Aren't you cold?"

“No, my shirt and vest help,” Spencer replied, showing you the long sleeve of her white shirt. “I also have my scarf, did you forget it?”

"The best choice in all your outfits" you joked, reaching out a hand to feel the soft fabric of the garment and looking at him, with that cute shy smile "What will you do when you get to your apartment?"

“Huh, probably get some sleep. I haven't been resting properly in the past few days."

"Nightmares again?" you sadly asked. Spencer had talked to you superficially about it a few days ago, although you thought that he had suffered from this disease for much longer than he wanted to admit. He didn't answer verbally, he just nodded his head and you thought he didn't want to delve into it “I think I'll spend a while in the bathtub and then I'll sleep. I'm exhausted"

“You close doors and windows before you sleep, right?”

"I do," you assured him.

“Do you also take your cell phone with you to call in case of emergencies?”

"Huh, yeah"

"Good. Take care of yourself” he insisted. Those didn't sound like random recommendations and that puzzled you a bit.

"I do, Reid," you replied softly. When you noticed that the concern in his features did not leave him, you thought it would be prudent to ask him why that was "Are you worried about something?"

"No, it's not that" he hastened to answer. You still had a few blocks to go to get to the subway and only a few passers-by walked the streets, besides you.

“Are they unsub then? Anything in particular that worries you?"

"It's nothing like that. It's just…” he gasped, still unsure to continue, “if I tell you, you'll think it's silly”

"Of course not. Tell me, what is it?" you asked. He was internally debating if he should tell you what he was thinking and he was convinced a little when he felt your hand on his arm, as if prompting him to speak.

“Yesterday I…” he started to say “I had a nightmare. I dreamed when I arrived at the office I found out that something bad had happened to you. And… I don't know, it felt very real and I couldn't get it out of my head” he admitted. You understood that perhaps it was the reason he had wanted to accompany you, as if he feared that someone might stalk you on the way.

“Spence” you murmured gently, as you pulled him a little in your direction to place one hand on his bicep and the other on his forearm “Don't worry, nothing's going to happen to me. My apartment complex has a good security system and I always carry my gun, if something happens on the street, I will know how to deal with it. They're just bad dreams, I have them sometimes too” you said to reassure him. You felt quite comfortable walking in that position and you continued a couple of steps holding him like this, looking for some negative sign from him, but it never came. With the closeness he managed to feel a little less fear, reminding himself that what tormented him were fantasies of his own mind, that if they were analyzed with a little more detail they were an unconscious reflection of how much he feared losing you.

"I told you it would be silly"

"It is not. It's quite sweet, actually,” you smiled, moving your thumb up and down as you smiled at him. In that position your face was at the height of the boy's shoulder and it was enough for him to turn his head to reach your forehead, so he wondered how much you would bother if he left you a kiss there. He wanted to, but held back.

“I just thought I should tell you. For you to be careful"

“Same to you, Reid. You have a rather peculiar ability to get into trouble” you exclaimed accusingly, because in a couple of cases the man had already managed to get on your nerves.

The position turned out to be cozier than you expected and you continued walking the rest of the streets towards the subway in silence. He concentrated on the feeling of your body so close to him and your hands gently holding him, while you lost yourself in thought wondering what you really felt about your coworker and what he felt for you. Spencer would look at you from time to time, analyzing your gestures and enjoying the sight of you wearing his clothes, something he didn't think would affect him the way he did.

“Did you know that railway suicides have a very small percentage in the country's suicide rate?” he told you, while the two of you looked at the subway tracks that you were waiting for. You had had to distance yourself to be able to pay the pennies for the ticket and you had decided to place your hands in the pockets of your borrowed coat, caressing the lining fabric with your fingers.

"I had no idea" you muttered. You were a little surprised that he always had an interesting fact about literally anywhere you were and you loved hearing him tell you “It must be horrible. And very sad"

"Even the government allocates certain resources to pay for psychological therapy for drivers who witness these suicides"

"Well, at least it comforts me to know that part of my taxes ends there," you joked bitterly and the train stopped just as you finished saying it. Reid let you first into the nearly empty car that would take you home, and along the way you continued to talk about less unfortunate things, like the dinner choices you were planning or the TV shows that were likely to be airing when you arrived.

Having those little quiet moments with him made you feel lucky and the laughs he managed to get filled your chest with joy, making you completely forget everything related to work. The voice in the wagon warned that your stop was next and an anticipated sadness invaded you.

“Be…”

"Be careful, I know" you smiled. Since you were already on your feet, so as not to miss your stop, you crouched down to give him a quick goodbye hug “See you tomorrow. Try to sleep and if you have nightmares you can call me, okay?" you muttered. He nodded from his place as he watched you leave towards the platform and leaned out the window to see your figure disappear into the distance.

Neither of you two realized that you had kept his coat until you got home.

As of that night, that coat returned to see the doctor's closet on very few occasions and the purple scarf went on to have joint custody. He had found out that if he loved anything more than wearing the clothes you gave him, it was seeing you wearing them, causing him to come up with totally pathetic excuses to accomplish that.

"It's a bit cold" "Purple matches your clothes" or simply "keep it, it looks better on you than on me"

It soon became a habit. During the cases, when you two were apart, it was a little comforting to have something of him with you and when he came home, he would enjoy breathing in the smell of your perfume impregnated on the fabric.

After a few weeks you realized that, without a doubt, you were so in love with him. And when he realized the same thing, he was completely terrified.

“Reid” you greeted him one morning, catching up with him as he poured himself a coffee and analyzed a piece of bread that had surely been sitting there since the day before. Hugs when seeing him had also become a habit, quite nice from the man’s point of view "I have something for you"

"Again?"

"Oh yeah," you smiled. Lately you had been filling him with small gifts and most of them quite rare, but which he kept suspiciously in his desk drawer. And it's not that he didn't appreciate it, but that he was beginning to feel guilty for receiving so many and not having given you any yet. "Give me your keys," you asked and he obeyed without even questioning you. Once you had them in your hand, you took a strip of colored beads from your pocket that you added as a key ring, while he looked at you with some confusion.

"What's that?"

“My friend asked me to babysit her daughter this weekend and we went crazy with crafts. So I thought I'd do this to you” you muttered. He took a closer look at the keyring and noted that you had included his favorite colors, purple and green, as well as a heart-shaped bead at the end. "I know it looks like a preschool kid's creation and if you're embarrassed to wear it you can throw it away”

"No, I like it. It's pretty,” he smiled, running his long fingers over the beads. Satisfied with the answer, you took out your own keys and proudly showed them to him.

"I have one just like it," you said happily. That was true, only yours was made of pink and blue, and the way you said it completely touched the man.

"You make me think that there is still goodness in this world, you know?" he exclaimed, so sincere and without thinking that he surprised you "I loved it, thank you very much"

"Now that I think about it, it's like one of those friendship bracelets you make at summer camp”

“I never went to a summer camp”

"I don't know why I'm not surprised" you laughed and would have continued the conversation if it hadn't been for Hotch's interruption.

“We've got a case. Conference room in 5”

Sometimes you forgot that the real reason you were there was the criminal profiles and not seeing Spencer Reid every day.

You just woke up one morning and knew you had to tell Spencer how you felt about him. As you said before, Spencer seemed to have a special magnet for trouble and proof of this were the cases in which he had to perform dangerous tasks that you knew no one else could do. When he had to get on that train with Ted Bryar you'd gone crazy and last week when he'd watched that cult boy on Massanutten Mountain threaten Reid with a gun you decided you'd had enough.

He had expressed concern for your well-being on multiple occasions, but what about his? Didn't you have the right to care about him just as much? every time he came back you wanted to throw yourself into his arms and whisper in his ear if he was okay, to maybe leave a kiss or two on his cheeks. But every time he came back you just cheered with the rest of the team and barely had contact with him beyond a squeeze on the shoulder and a sincere: I'm glad you're okay.

So you thought that if you wanted to have that kind of privilege over others the only alternative was to profess your love to him in the hope that he would feel the same way and you could work something out.

Spencer, for his own part, also had his epiphany and as much as he tried to avoid it he ended up asking Morgan for advice, who was the only person he thought would be suitable to talk about this kind of subject. Surprisingly, Derek behaved discreetly and really gave the doctor valuable elements to understand one of the few sciences in which science was almost obsolete: love.

Going back to recently acquired habits, walking together to the subway was another one of them. Sometimes this was interrupted because he or you stayed longer than the other, but except for those cases it was a regular activity.

So that night, when you two were walking to the station, your mind was immersed in remembering the speech with which you planned to tell your friend.

"You're very quiet today," Reid observed, taking you by surprise. In a few months he had already learned very well some traits that indicated that something was wrong with you.

“Sorry, I… I have a few things on my mind,” you apologized, but Spencer didn't know what to say because he also had his own things on his mind. He was desperately searching for a way to put into words what he felt, but he kept wondering, could that be explained? All attempts at reasoning became useless with you near him, maybe that's why he couldn't think of how to tell you "Reid, I don't think I've ever asked you, but have you ever had a partner?"

"Like… couple?" he asked, trying to make sure you were referring to the same thing he thought.

“I know it sounds weird, but it just… made me curious,” you exclaimed, shrugging and then crossing your arms in an attempt to comfort yourself. Reid fondly watched how your arms were on that purple scarf and felt a little motivated to speak.

“Huh, in that case, yes, something like that. I dated two people when I was in school, but it wasn't anything serious, just a few kisses” he explained to you and you failed to contain your laughter, maybe because of the way he had explained it. Spencer blushed to his ears and smiled reflexively at your smile. "Don't tease!"

"I don't" you defended yourself. Another person walked down the sidewalk and he reached out his arm to move you protectively in front of him, so when you came back to his side you took advantage of the distance between you, to the point where your shoulder brushed against his arm.

"And you?" he asked after a while of silence "Have you had many boyfriends?"

"The truth? not so many. With most of them I lost interest after the first date and the others left me when they found out I was in the academy. Apparently armed women aren't very attractive” you smiled. You had asked about his romantic history, and incidentally talked a bit about yours, only to open the topic and somehow feel that your confession would not be so out of place.

“There are studies that indicate that women take longer to fall in love than men, perhaps that is why you lost interest quickly. For you it takes about 6 or 8 dates to decide if you want something with a person, because you are more selective and better analyze personality traits in men. But they only care that the girls are… well, pretty” he murmured, with a smirk “On average it takes women 134 days to fall in love while men only 88”

“How long have you and I known each other?”

"It must be like... a year and a half now" he exclaimed, mentally doing the math "Why?" he continued legitimately confused. For the genius that he was, Reid was naive at times.

You looked down at him and for a second thought that even with those bags under his eyes and the stubble he hadn't shaved, Spencer was the most handsome man you'd ever met. Not receiving an answer, he looked at you and was surprised to see the sparkle in your eyes.

"Okay, can we stop here for a moment?" you asked. You knew you were probably going to chicken out if you didn't say it right then, even if that closed beauty salon you were standing in front of was an unromantic place. "I need to tell you something”

You had said it with determination, but once you were face to face, your mind went blank. You panicked: how were you going to tell him? What was the right thing to say? What reaction did you expect?

But Spencer, noticing the silence, decided to be the first to speak.

“Noradrenaline is a neurotransmitter that produces excitement and effusivity, increases heartbeat, blood pressure, causing sweating of hands and flushing. High dopamine levels generate a need to be with the person that releases it and is related to serotonin, which generates well-being, optimism, social closeness, and reduces discomfort and anger. Phenylethylamine makes everything more intense, makes us feel more motivated and optimistic and finally, oxytocin is the love hormone par excellence, it occurs when we have a bond of trust with people or when we feel a strong attraction. Sometimes it is also released when we embrace the reason for our affection” he had said that so hastily and waving his hands, that he could only show how nervous he was. He inhaled to catch his lost breath, then finally made eye contact with you, taking a moment before continuing, “What I'm trying to say is…you make me feel all of that. You alter my chemistry in ways I've never thought of and… and I… go all goofy and don't know what to say…”

"Spencer" you interrupted him "You mean you like me?" you asked gently, because you knew that when he started to wander sometimes you needed to bring him back down to earth. Reid looked at you tight-lipped and nodded slowly.

You were silent for a second, trying to process what he had just told you, and he got even more nervous than he was.

“But I think that after all this what I care to know is… if you feel the same way. Or in the worst case, if you think you might feel something like this”

“A total chemical mess for you?” you exclaimed amused. One of your hands went to his and you gently held it, taking a step closer to him. “I'm sorry, Reid. I feel it every time I look at you, that you hug me, every time I give you those silly gifts and see the smile on your face. Everything in you causes me that"

"Are you serious?" he asked, wanting to be completely sure what he was hearing. You laughed and wrapped your free arm around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

“Of course I do. Before you said all that I was racking my brain trying to find a way to tell you how I felt."

“Did you know that this is a phenomenon? There are those who call it the tuning fork effect, which is when two people connect the same idea at the same time, almost as if they had been thinking at the same frequency.”

You chuckled and buried your head in his neck, letting go of his hand so you could hug him properly. He wrapped both arms around your waist and buried his head in your hair, willing to say nothing more for fear of ruining the moment. All the fears you had had were being buried with that contact, because now you had the certainty that what you felt was mutual.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours, just listening to the gentle beating of his heart and enjoying the sense of security that being in the man's arms made you feel.

"I really like you" you broke the silence, with a whisper, making him smile.

"I think the most logical step from here would be to ask you out on a date, no?" he muttered. You pulled away enough to look at him, but still leaving your arms around his shoulders.

“I don't want to have to wait. Let's go for a burger"

"Don't you prefer somewhere more... formal?"

"Leave formal places for proposals, handsome," you said in a playful voice, caressing his cheeks with your extended palm and he made a mental note that this Italian restaurant he was thinking of inviting you to would be the ideal place to ask you to take the next step, when the time was right.

“I still have to take you on at least 6 dates, to be sure”

"Fuck the statistics, I don't need that burger to know I'm in love with you," you said and he grinned from ear to ear.

“I know a place with an excellent health label and organic food, it is a few streets from here”

"I follow you" you answered cheerfully "On one condition"

"Which?"

"Let me hold your hand," you asked softly and Reid wasted no time in fulfilling your wish, leading you to the restaurant that way.

And at the end of the night, when you stole a kiss from him, he couldn't have felt luckier.

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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 1 month

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Four times Simon wanted to kiss you, you're just so irresistible that Simon couldn't wrap it together why he's obsessed with you. The one sided feeling (from his point of view) that he tried to suppress always fail successfully cause what, you're existing and that's enough to make his knees weak. Something about the way your lips moving while talking, or the way they open when eating, and the way your lips are just there. The softness, plump and shape of your lips. Sometimes, your lips are glistening with lip balm, spit and water. Simon never feel this strong urge before and now he's going to take what he needs to claim — your inviting lips

Your Inviting Lips - Simon “Ghost” Riley*Reader

Hello! I hope you don’t mind having the last few words of your req as the title because they’re beautiful! and tyvm for the idea :D 💖

Simon wonders if you know how intoxicating you are.

He will fall to his knees if you chant praises, watching your plump lips move, tongue darts out and give it a swipe, like coating sugar to already juicy cherries.

He’s falling, deep and deeper, to this unknown abyss. Is it a honey trap? Is it worth him to become human? He has no idea.

Will he stop this expedition? No chance.

There’s no map leading him to your heart, so he just watches you from afar, observing how your lips open, take a bite at the strawberry.

If he takes you in his arms right now, and presses his chapped lips to your soft ones, will it taste as sweet as the strawberry? can he derive a hint of the sweetness when his tongue dances with yours?

The smile you wear on your lips, why is it so irresistible? The slight curl at the corner, he wants to caress it with his calloused thumb, hoping that won’t ruin the perfection. The shape of your lips is prettier than any model he sees on those lipstick posters.

He never dreams of reciprocating from you. The one side feeling will last forever, till he sees another man claim those lips that should be his.

Your existence is already enough for him, encouraging him to breathe, subsiding his anger.

Don’t be greedy, Simon tells himself, yet it’s difficult when you keep tugging at his heartstrings and staying oblivious.

Albeit he repeats the sentence as if it’s a motto, the screaming reminding him to make you his in his mind overshadows it when he walks into the room, and spots you having a lip balm in your hand.

“You should quit staring, LT.” Simon hears you chuckles, eyes meeting his through the mirror.

“Curious about how to put on lip balm?”

“Just a bit.”

“Well” With the lip balm in your hand, you stand up and raise an eyebrow at him. “How about you try it yourself?”

His eyes stick on your figure as you sway towards him. Every click of your heels only makes his heart pound harder against his chest.

Taking over the lip balm, and looking back at you, eyes closed and pouting a bit for him to spread the ointment on you.

Not now. Simon restrains the urge as he cradles your face in his palm, and carefully starts his mission.

“Not bad.” You take a glimpse at your pocket mirror.

“Thanks I guess.”

“Don’t you want to learn more?”

“About what?” He’s reading the tag on the lip balm as you ask.

“I’m sure you will be curious about the flavor of it, Sir.”

Snapping his head up in a blink of an eye, he is able to recognize it. The smirk spreading across your glistening lips, just few inches from his masked one.

Without a second thought, he shoves his mask above his nose, and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

He smashes his lips with yours, opening his mouth when you lick at his bottom lip to demand an entrance. Two famished people, finally get the things that are theirs since the start, avariciously drink in each other's essence, absorbing the nutrients deprived for too long.

If there are no barriers between the bodies, it won’t end until the fusion of both hearts.

Pulling back and panting, his spit provides a new layer of protection for your lips.

“How’s the taste, Ghost?”

“Need one more time to make sure.”

Lips touching again, moving at a tender pace this time, Simon realizes why there’s no map indicating the path to your love.

Because he’s already at the location hoarding the treasure.

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guitar hands 🎸✌️- matty healy x reader

summary: You can no longer hide the longing obsession for your best friend matty's hands... word count: 3.8k warnings: 18+ smut, fingering authors note: It's been ages since I've written a fanfiction, so this one might be a bit rusty. I hope you enjoy it, though.❤️ Part 2

"I can't do this anymore!", you gasped as your best friend Matty opened the door.

You walked in quickly as he opened his mouth, to greet you, but you cut him off before he could say anything, leaving him standing in the doorway, staring at you in surprise.

"I will never date anyone ever again!", you turned around, looking at a very confused Matty who was still holding the doorknob in his hands.

You pointed your index finger in the air to emphasize your words, "And this time I really mean it, so don't you dare laughing!", you frowned furiously in his direction, in a way that Matty finds terribly cute. It's a facial expression you often make when you're mad and Matty can't ever hide his little smirk when he sees you like that. But this usually makes you even angrier, which Matty doesn't mind because, obviously, he loves it.

Sometimes he even teases you a little bit to see that fuming, adorable glance of yours. But he always chooses his words carefully to make sure he doesn't hurt you with anything he says.

You threw your black bag in the corner before plopping down on the couch in his living room, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Still frowning, you focused your eyes on the floor in front of you.

He closed the door and slowly made his way over to the couch. His hair was messy and a few strands of his curls hung over his forehead. He looked a bit drowsy, like he'd just woken up from a nap.

"Well... hello, love.", it was finally his turn to speak. His voice sounded low and sleepy.

He rubbed his left eye, before placing the palm of his hand on his cheek, "It's nice to see you...", he continued.

You didn't say anything.

He sat down beside you, admiring you with a big smirk on his face. Suddenly, he seemed less and less tired. You could literally see the sleepiness leaving his body as his smirk grew wider and wider. In his head, he counted down the seconds, well aware that his silly smile was going to drive you nuts in less than five seconds. One, two, three, four...

"What?" you spat at him, turning your head to your right to face him. "Can you please stop doing that?" you asked, finally relaxing the muscles of your forehead.

"Doing what?" he giggled back at you. The "what" sounded more like a "wha". You've always had a weakness for his strong British accent. Hearing Matty talk gave you a weird feeling inside your lower belly, a feeling you've been trying to ignore ever since you first noticed it.

Matty and you had been best friends since year 9. You met him on your first day of school, just a few days after you and your family had moved from New York to Manchester. After the teacher introduced you to the class, Matty offered to give you a tour of the school. You were extremely grateful to have such a friendly classmate as Matty, and the fear of spending every break alone promptly vanished as he never left your side during breaks, welcoming you into his circle of friends.

You must admit you found him attractive, and he became even more appealing over the years. But he never made any moves that could suggest he wanted more than friendship, so you kept convincing yourself that this wasn't what you wanted either. You somewhat accustomed yourself to the idea of never getting closer to him, which made it easier to live with your hidden feelings. It has been ten years now, and sometimes you were so adept at denying your feelings that you even started to believe the lies you told yourself. In the meantime, you also had a few boyfriends and situationships where you completely forgot about your feelings for Matty due to being preoccupied.

Sadly, each of your relationships turned out to be exceedingly toxic, which made it difficult for you to focus on anything else. You constantly worried about not being enough or being too much. Days without arguments and tears were extremely rare, but Matty was always there for you.

"Oh come on, you know what I mean"

He was about to say something again, but you didn't let him.

"Looking at me like that when I'm mad. It's not funny, Matty! This is a serious situation!"

"A serious situation? Oh, okay. Well, you already said that a few weeks ago, when you came home from your date with that other bloke... Wait, what was his name again?", he paused for a moment as he touched his chin, looking up at the ceiling, pretending to think. After two seconds he gave up, because he really didn't remember the boy's name.

About 10 months ago, your boyfriend of two years broke up with you. It was a tough time for you, but Matty had been incredibly supportive. He let you sleep at his place on nights when you didn't want to be alone, which was almost every night for about a month and a half after the breakup. You cried a lot, and your best friend held you throughout the entire night, calming you down and making sure you had someone to talk to. The two of you shared a few restless nights during which neither of you got much sleep. However, cuddling was nothing new or special since you've been doing this ever since you became close friends. Matty has always craved cuddles from you, especially during movie nights or casual hangouts. You didn't read too much into it, presuming it's a normal thing best mates tend to do, but little did you know that he's been hiding his feelings as well...

When you eventually started to feel a bit better, Matty encouraged you to download some dating apps because he said something like 'the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.' That's also how the singer tried to get over his crush on you. He hooked up with numerous girls over the past years, desperately trying to feel something similar to the affection he feels in your presence, yet each trial remained unsuccessful.

You decided to give his advice a shot, and it was actually an excellent way to distract yourself from your aching heart. Though you didn't have much luck with your dates, you were at least able to get over your ridiculous ex.

"Anyway," he shrugged, "It doesn't matter."

"I don't remember his name either," you said dryly, still not averting your gaze from his face. Matty immediately turned his head to the left, now looking into your eyes as both of you burst into heavy, heartfelt laughter.

"Come here, darling..." he laughed, raising his left arm to pull you into a lovingly sweet hug.

He loved having you around and spending intimate and funny moments like this one with you. Seeing you heartbroken and sad broke his heart into a million little pieces. Lately, he's been struggling a lot with his self-control, not knowing how much longer he'll be able to keep his longing feelings for you a secret.

As you lay in his embrace, head resting on his soft, comfy chest, he snuggled his nose into your freshly washed hair, which smelled like a huge field of spring flowers.

"You wanna tell me what happened?" he mumbled against your head.

You were now completely relaxed, feeling happy in the lovely arms of your friend. "The date was horrible," you laughed, starting to tell your story. "We met up for dinner, and he was talking about himself the whole time! How he goes to the gym every single day... and it was just gym, gym, gym... and then he asked me if I did any sports, and I said no, and then he was talking some kind of bullshit again... but I wasn't even listening anymore at this point," you tittered before continuing, "Then I wanted to order some ice cream for dessert, and then he told me how unhealthy sugar was..." you couldn't stop yourself from laughing.

"No, really?" Matty laughed, still holding you tight. "What did you say then?"

"Nothing. I just grabbed my bag and left."

Matty threw his head back, roaring in laughter. "This is my girl. I'm proud of you," he breathed heavily. "I have ice cream in the freezer. You want some?"

You immediately jumped up at his words. "Yes! Please!"

He got up from the couch, preparing you a bowl of ice cream in the kitchen.

He strolled back to the living room, carrying the cold bowl in his hands. You found yourself lost in your thoughts, admiring his large, delicate fingers. You called them guitar hands, since you've seen plenty of other guitarists having these kinds of hands, but Matty's have been your favourite. The mere thought of his agile fingers touching your neck or thighs caused shivers, leaving your whole body covered with goosebumps. In your dreams, you imagined them slowly unbuttoning your jeans, gently sliding into your panties to...

You briefly shook your head, forcing the end of this forbidden daydream, after staring at Matty like you've just seen a ghost.

"Are you alright?" he questioned, throwing a rather puzzled glance at you.

"Hm...what?" you uttered, shaking your head once again. "Yeah, yes, I'm fine. I was just... nevermind," a slight chuckle left your lips, masking the huge amount of shame you felt.

"Honestly, why was I even mad?" you snickered, trying to change the topic as he handed you your much-needed dessert. "This is just so hilarious. But anyway, I meant what I said earlier. I won't go on any more dates," you licked the spoon delightfully, "I'm done. From now on, I'm going to enjoy my single era alone."

For a very brief moment, a smutty thought crossed Matty's mind as he saw your tongue gliding over the back of the spoon you held in your small, soft hand. He pushed the thought away quickly.

"Whatever makes you happy, love. I'm just glad you're finally over your ex. You were too good for him. You deserve so much more than that," he declared, fantasizing about being the man by your side, knowing you well enough to meet all your unique needs.

"Yes, I know. I don't know what I saw in him," you agreed. "But let's just forget about it, please."

He smiled, pulling you into his arms to place a peck on the side of your head. The Netflix logo popped up on the big flat screen in front of you as Matty turned on the TV. "You wanna stay with me tonight?" he asked his best friend needily, in a romantic, cuddly mood. It had been a long time since your last sleepover, and he was desperate to have you near.

Your right cheek was already pressed against Matty's chest as you were sleepily nestled in his hug, mumbling your answer "Guess you already took that decision for me, didn't you?"

"Yep," he stated, resting his head on yours. Though he couldn't imagine anything better than lying there with the one person he loved, his gracious smile was tinged with melancholy, as he couldn't shake the doubt that you would never reciprocate the depth of his feelings.

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You found yourself waking up alone in the soft embrace of Matty's bed, the night still cloaking the world outside. With a sleepy sigh, you shifted beneath the covers to get up. The door stood slightly ajar and the enchanting sound of a guitar drifted into the moonlit room.

You opened the door, following the echoing noise of music that came from the living room. Matty was sat on the couch with a guitar on his lap, wearing his blue nike sweater. His messy curls tangled all over his forehead, making him look so effortlessly handsome in the gloomy warm light of the fairy lights hanging from the bookshelf.

He was so deeply focused in playing, he didn't even notice you already stood in the living room. Seizing the moment, you took the opportunity to observe him, particularly captivated by the way his hands deftly fingered the chords on the guitar, moving with such grace as if they were dancing in silent harmony with the music.

He looked up to see you standing in front of him, adoring your dozy appearence as he stopped strumming the strings of the guitar.

"Morning, sleepyhead", he greeted you in the usual flirtatious way. "I couldn't sleep. Wanted to work a bit on that new song. Was it too loud?"

"No, it's fine. It sounds good. Can I listen?"

"Course you can. Sit down", he demanded with a grin on his face as he continued playing.

You loved the sound of Matty's new song and even though you tried your best to concentrate on the rythm of the music, you couldn't help yourself from staring at his hands again. The way his fingers nimbly glided over the fretboard, made you think about all the other things these supple hands could do to you. A sinking feeling of guiltful embarassement was spreading inside your stomach. You hated having these lustrous thoughts while sitting in front your best friend.

While you were still submerged in your shameful thoughts, Matty slowly emerged from the trance he typically falls into when he plays the guitar. His gaze drifted over to you, curious about what you were thinking about the new piece. He observed you for a moment until he realized you were absentmindedly fixated on his left hand.

Recalling a similar situation from earlier that day, he recognized the same expression on your face as when he had brought you the bowl of ice cream.

He stopped playing, causing you to look at his eyes as your consciousness returned. "Is anything wrong with my hands?"

"What? No, why?", you raised an eyebrow, snickering nervously. "What could be wrong with your hands?"

"You've been staring at my hands again!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. When did I stare at your hands?"

"Well, just now? And earlier when I gave you the ice-cream?"

"I haven't!"

"You have! And it's not the first time I caught you doing that..."

"I was just wondering which chords you used", you declared, visibly annoyed.

"You're such a bad liar."

"No, it's true!", you tried to defend yourself.

"Ah, so you were staring? "

"I wasn't!", your voice grew louder and louder. You weren't angry at him but at yourself for not being careful enough. What if he finds out about the feelings you'd been trying so hard to hide all these years? What if your friendship ended right now, right here, in this night? The enormous weight of fear and sadness settled like a lump in your throat, making it hard to swallow. You had to swallow though, since you already felt tears coming up that needed to be hidden at all cost. It was impossible for you to gulp without making a noise as the lump of woe was already way too big to be swallowed in secret.

"Gaslighting...", Matty teased in a lighthearted manner instead of being serious or mad. He knew he was right, especially now that you seemed so offended by his question.

"Okay, that's enough. I'll go home", without hesitation you bolted upright from the couch.

Matty immediately reacted by grabbing your wrist with his right hand, while still seated on the couch, holding the neck of the guitar with his left one. You turned around to face him as he was looking deep inside of your eyes. Contrary to your expectation he was still far from being furious. You caught a glimpse of him still holding the D chord as your eyes darted around. His thumb rested on the e string, tightly gripping the guitar's neck.

"It's quarter past midnight. You're not going anywhere", he stated with a slight chuckle, his playful demeanor both infuriating and comforting you. He endeavored to soothe your frayed nerves, but his touch and gaze left you feeling uncomfortably giddy, leaving you unable to think straight. You swallowed hard, meeting his piercing stare.

As Matty's intense gaze locked onto yours, he felt the floodgates of longing burst open within him. No longer did he bother to conceal his desire.

'Now or never', he thought to himself, 'do it, you muppet!'

With another firm grip on your wrist, he summoned up all his courage, guiding you towards him with a sudden movement as he finally crushed his lips onto yours. After years and years of dreaming about this exact moment, it now became reality. And it felt even better than both of you could have ever imagined. Setting the guitar aside, he placed it to his left on the couch, drawing you closer. Pressing you gently against the cushions, he positioned his body on top of yours, eagerly seeking your lips again.

In the next thirty minutes you were having your long awaited make out session, filled with lots of wet and fiery kisses along with tender, passionate touches.

No words required, Matty was overjoyed and now well aware of the fact that you returned what he felt for you. Even though Matty didn't mention a single word, you knew it too.

"I love you so much, baby", he confessed, right before he started to work his way down your neck, placing gentle kisses on your soft skin, "I've been meaning to do this for ages"

"I love you too, Matty", you whispered, still not knowing if you were awake or dreaming.

As he was passionately devouring you, he could feel your body trembling while lust was written all over your face.

"I didn't expect you to have such a dirty mind, though.", he smirked against your neck.

"What do you mean?", your voice was shaking.

"You haven't answered my question yet"

"Which question?"

"Why you're so obsessed with my hands...",

"Matty please...", you whined.

"What?", he asked as his lips were still clung to your neck, "Tell me what you want me to do with my hands"

You gulped as feelings of overwhelming embarrassment came flooding over you again.

He slowly moved his hand from your back over your chest, sliding it down your belly, causing you to shiver even more. He stopped at the button of your jeans, resting his hand on your waist as he peeked up to lock his gaze with yours. With fluttering eyes you glanced down at him, wondering why he stopped. The intense craving for having his fingers inside of you became unbearable.

While Matty was grinning from ear to ear, finding pleasure in torturing you with his teasing touches, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Please, Matty... I...", you stuttered, still not being able to speak properly.

"Tell me, love"

"I...", your words came out as a faint whisper, "I need you. Matty, please..."

"Where?", he whispered back at you.

"Inside me...", you finally gave him the words he wanted to hear, not caring about another wave of shame that was crashing all over you.

Not waisting any more time, he unzipped your jeans, slowly making his way into your slip. By the time his soft fingers reached your clit, you closed your eyes, throwing your head back in deep pleasure. A heavy moan left your mouth, as you were electrified by his heavenly touch that you've been craving so desperately.

"No, no, no, no, no!", he complained, "I want you to look at me."

The inability to move made it impossible for you to follow his command.

He tightened the grip between your legs as he repeated his order, "I said look at me!"

Continuing his teasing game, Matty was about to pull his hand back out of your pants, due to your disobedience, but you immediately stopped him by grabbing his hand to keep it in place. "What are you doing?", you questioned, wanting him to continue what he started.

"Uhm.. pulling my hand out.", he answered casually with a shrug, pretending it wasn't part of his little game. His plan worked out immediately when you looked at him with that cute, furious frown on your face.

"No! Why?", you protested.

Matty leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispered "Because only good girls deserve to be fingered by Matty Healy."

"But..."

"And you aren't one", he gently pecked the skin of your neck again.

"I am", you moaned in response to his soft kisses.

"Don't think so. If you were, you'd do what I say"

"Please Matty stop teasing me now! I can't take it any longer"

"Hmm... seems like someone's being really needy...", he kept on playing with you, "will you be a good girl for me now?"

"Yes, Matty. Yes, I will", you answered impatiently.

"Then look at me.", he said as he carefully put his hand back between your legs and this time you were following his command, being the good girl he asked you to be, though it was definitely not easy for you to keep eye contact with him.

"Now you are being a good girl. I want you to keep looking at me, okay? Will you do that for me, darling?"

You nodded in response, "Hm... yes."

All of a sudden he pushed his middlefinger inside you, causing a loud moan from you.

"That's what you were thinking about when you watched me play guitar, isn't it?", he gently whispered in your ear.

"Maybe...", you admitted between your lusty moans.

"I knew it.", he smirked, "Couldn't quite believe it though..."

"Hmm..", you hummed as he continued his skillful work with his fingers, beaming you into another dimension of reality.

While listening to your ravishing moans he kept on talking, "My best friend is a dirty slut. Unbelievable. But I'd be lying if I said i didn't think about you every time I wanked.", he winked at you with a dirty smile, roughly jabbing another finger inside your dripping wet pussy.

"Matty, I... I think I...", you stammered, having difficulties to breathe.

"Yes baby, cum for me, please", he permitted, but you were already collapsing in heated pleasure as you eventually broke the eye contact, letting your head fall onto his chest, gasping for air.

With his free arm, he hugged you, pressing your body tightly to his own. He gave you some time to calm down while you were catching your breath, before he slowly pulled out his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth, so you could lick them clean. "If that was part of your phantasies too...then...", he shook his head with a radiant smile on his face while you seemingly enjoyed sucking your juice from his elegant guitar hands, "...like... who are you? And what have you done to my best friend?"

"Shut up, Healy!", you laughed after letting go of his fingers, "and cuddle me!"

You snuggled yourself into his loving embrace, but Matty had other plans....

"Nah... later, love.", he told you with hungry eyes, "I'm not done with you yet."

Part 2

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helping when you're stressed [nsfw]

simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick, john price, alejandro vargas, rodolfo "rudy" parra, valeria garza, farah karim, keegan p. russ, könig headcanons with gn!reader

— gender-neutral anatomy, gender-neutral nicknames, only used pronouns are you, etc.

summary: my thoughts on how I believe they'd help you with stress. nothing too in-detail tho.

warnings: dirty talk, oral sex, rough sex, different dynamics, mutual masturbation, fingering, stress, sex as stress relief, joi, many more probably.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

Entirely focused on you. Hates to use sex as stress relief for himself, but will gladly do it for you. Most likely, he will go down on you since he loves to not only taste you and make your legs shake around his head. He also loves to watch you from this angle. Always makes sure you're okay every couple of minutes, and doesn't mind being a little suffocated if you can't keep your legs open. Doesn't jerk himself off in the meantime, it just feels wrong to focus on himself while you're all exposed like that. Will definitely stop a couple of times to remind you to breathe, he knows how much you struggle to do it sometimes when you're too lost in the movements of his tongue and mouth over you. "Just like that, love, in and out" as he kisses your inner thighs. Constant eye contact is really important to him, so don't even try to cover or close your eyes on him.

John "Soap" MacTavish:

Probably will make you give him head first, giving you instructions, so you don't have to think about anything. Soft encouragements and his hand on top of your head. Not pulling, not pushing down – just slowly playing with your hair as you take him so well down your throat. Edges himself using your mouth. It takes him ages to finally accept his fate and cum. When he's done, he'll take his sweet time playing with you, caressing and kissing your body until you ask him nicely to finally fuck your brains out.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

My man's a munch, a certified one I might add. I hope we all know it. He's not letting you go before you come at least twice from just his mouth on you. He loves the taste of your cum more than anything, especially on days when you're so upset. Not only that, but he loves to watch you unravel in front of him, slowly losing all that pent-up stress and anxiety. He's obsessed with holding your thighs, most likely wide open for him so he can leave hickeys on them in between your orgasms just to let you calm down a little. Doesn't usually end up inside of you. In most cases, he'll let you cum as many times as you need, get you cleaned up, and escort you to your bed.

John Price:

Definitely watches movies with you while caressing your body the whole time. You're not even sure when exactly his hand spread open your legs wide and dived under your clothes, but you don't mind. Especially because of how good this man is with his hands. Kisses your neck and tells you to just keep watching the TV. Loves to hear your muffled moans and whimpers when he asks you to be quiet because needs to see this scene. "Hush, love... Just for a second, okay?" Loves the feeling of your thighs tightening around his forearm. Easily gets him hard, but he won't let you touch him – it's all about you. He'll remind you how beautiful you are and how well you're doing for him just to see that cute blush on your face. Man's a tease. He'd stop a couple of times to focus on the movie, but never even once did his eyes lied on the damn thing. Watches you squirm and grind your hips against his hand instead.

Alejandro Vargas:

I believe him to be easily carried away. He'll start very slow, taking you to your bedroom, making sure you're comfortable in your position, slowly taking off your clothes, and watching for any signs of discomfort while taking off his own. Kissing your neck and chest, his hand slowly preparing you to take him while the other one helps him support his body over you. But give him a little more time and my man's getting impatient. Kisses getting a little sloppier, the movement of his fingers getting more chaotic, and before you know it – he's grunting over your ear while he's balls deep inside, steady and rough trusts at a medium pace. He definitely whispers to himself in Spanish to stay in control of his pace. One word and he'll slow down or speed up for you, but his main mission is to make you stop thinking about it all. No matter how rough he gets in the end, his words are always soft and praising you. Kisses you every time you get a little too loud not to disturb your neighbors.

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra:

Just lie down and let him do all the work. He'll hold you as close as possible, whispering sweet nothings into your ear with very slow, sensual thrusts that drive you right to the edge pretty easily. Will only speed up if you ask him to. He's too worried he might be too much for you in moments like these, your brain already painfully exhausted with worries. He doesn't want your body to end up like that. Sweet praises in Spanish, but will make sure to repeat them in English if you don't understand. Makes you finish before him. Always slows down right after not to overstimulate you, only speeds up and finishes himself off when you ask him to keep going. If that was enough for you – "Don't you worry about me, amor" and kisses your forehead before taking his time to clean you up.

Valeria Garza:

Any signs of stress or pent-up frustration mean you're not getting out of her hold until you're just a little panting mess, not being able to think about your worries anymore. You can be as loud as you want but don't you dare give her orders, she'll definitely punish you for it. When she sees you struggle for most of your day, you're just her little mindless toy by the evening. She'll basically rip your clothes off of you and make you do exactly as she says just so you don't have to think about anything at all. Times like these make her a little more gentle during sex, will ask you if she's not pushing you too far from time to time. Starts off by telling you how to touch yourself, just a personal little JOI with her lustful eyes all over you. Then, she'll clean you up by using her tongue and mouth, slapping your thighs lightly every time you try to close them.

Farah Karim:

She's such a sweetheart about it. Will ask you if you need anything. Most likely, you'll just end up dry humping on the couch, lips too occupied with making out to actually ask her to take them off. But that's more than enough. She does her best not to get lost in pleasure and focus on you. Her hands roam all over your body, looking for all those most sensitive places. If that doesn't work for you, she might just guide you to the bed, sit down, and ask you to join her. She's a sucker for mutual masturbation, especially if there's a mirror in front of you two. Sometimes grows more vocal than you. Her eyes never leave your body. She looks straight into your eyes when she comes, her thighs trembling and tightening over her wrist but tries so hard to keep them spread for you to keep watching.

König:

Gives you most of the control, since he doesn't trust himself enough to do anything like that. Seeing you so stressed out gets him frustrated to help you, but he doesn't want to be too rough with you, so he'll just nod his head at whatever you want. Will most likely end up with you riding him, thanking him for letting you use him, while he holds your waist and helps you cum first. Loses his breath at the sight of you cumming all over his cock, especially if you make a mess. Will take as many breaks as you need and as many rounds as you truly want. Doesn't get overstimulated easily, so he can truly focus on you. He encourages you to stop thinking about anything other than this moment between you two. He believes allowing you to get rougher might help you to feel better. "Come on, schatz. I'm not made of glass", before guiding your hand to the nape of his neck to allow you to pull his hair.

Keegan P. Russ:

Bends you over the nearest surface, makes sure you're okay with it, and pulls down your pants. He's rough but caring, and will stop whenever you require a break. His dirty talk keeps your mind occupied while he adjusts you to his size and slowly thrusts into you. The longer you go, the faster he gets until you're a babbling mess, not being able to think about anything other than his skilled hands and cock inside of you. Most likely holds your throat, not to choke you, just to feel your pulse and make you slightly dizzy from the pressure. Cumming once isn't enough, you should know better. If you're not loud enough when you cum for the first time, he might get a little upset you're still holding back. "Come on, love. You can do better than that." His aftercare is divine. Makes sure to let you know all he did was for you, helps you in the shower, and most likely – will ask for feedback. He has to know if it was't too much.

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xoxoskai · 4 months

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KAYDENGARETH HEADCANNONS

I like to think their book could've been called God of Misery. Why? I don't know. It just sounds cool.

Gareth has extreme OCD. As children, Killian used to mess with his things, hide them or displace them from their original place which made him develop an obsessiveness with knowing where all his things were kept.

Kayden inhales copious amounts of black coffee in a day. I'm talking 8-9 ventis.

Gareth is blackmailed convinced by Kayden to become his teaching assistant.

Kayden wanted easy access and to have tabs on Gareth the whole time, but it backfires when Gareth organizes his entire schedule, all his coursework and makes additional notes for him to go over.

Kayden is a tie hoarder. Navy blue, scarlet red, violet, turquoise, beige, you name it, he has it.

Asher thinks he's Gareth's inspiration to become a lawyer, but Gareth watched Suits.

Kayden wears suspenders.

Gareth's aim is better than most Heathens, even Jeremy. But he doesn't enjoy hurting people. The accuracy with which he throws a pencil at a teacher flirting with Kayden is impressive.

He's equally good at fleeing situations.

Kayden is the kind of professor who challenges his students to do something ridiculous to get out of writing the final exam. His students think he's cool, but Gareth knows he just hates grading papers.

Gareth's handicap in golf is +1. He has been his grandfather's golfing buddy for ages.

Kayden has a license to fly planes. Don't ask him how he got it though.

Yes, they join the mile high club.

Gareth is extremely good with cheating at card games much to Kayden's chagrin during strip poker.

Kayden is acquaintances by association with Kyle, Gareth's uncle.

Gareth has lost count of the number of times he's caught himself drooling every time Kayden takes his suit jacket off.

Kayden is more flirtatious by nature but sometimes Gareth says suggestive things that make him speechless. Most times, Gareth does it accidentally.

Kayden: *complaining about how his body is aching from sitting in a chair all day* Gareth: I can help you relax if you'd like. Kayden: Gareth: Kayden: Gareth: I have a massage therapist license.

Gareth wears reading glasses because he is a reader by nature. He can read instructions off a shampoo bottle day after day, year after year just to have something to read while he showers.

Kayden has to physically stop himself from reacting and ask for strength from greater forces the first time he sees Gareth pull out gold-rimmed glasses and put them on while he was helping grade assignments. He does fantasize about helping Gareth take the glasses and more off.

Killian is the last of the Heathens to find out about Gareth's involvement with his professor. And it's not in a fun manner.

He catches Kayden being pushy with his older brother, misunderstands and nearly pummels his face in.

He has to be thrown off Kayden who is one second away from rearranging his boyfriend's younger brother's face.

Killian is gaping when he puts two and two together about what is happening.

Before he can make a joke at his expense, Gareth gives him a look that dares him to say something or deal with consequences like never before. Killian stays quiet mostly because he's never seen that murderous look on his brother's face, no matter how far he pushed him.

"You can do better than him" he's telling Kayden as he leaves. "Not in this lifetime, no" Kayden responds, pulling Gareth closer.

Kayden participates in the initiation to pull an uno reverse and chase the green mask down. It makes some of the participants stop and stare in bewilderment.

Gareth is competitive to a fault. Like- I would edit an entire Wikipedia page to win an argument- competitive.

Kayden is not as competitive and doesn't particularly care about winning but he loves egging Gareth on till he gives him a reason to put his tie collection to good use (:

They have been caught in a situation where someone was knocking at the door to Kayden's office, opposite which they were making out.

Gareth watches Kayden roll his sleeves up with hawk eyes and almost groans in torture when he sees the protruding veins.

Once Kayden finds out about Gareth's obsession with watching him undress, he puts on a show every. single. time.

But then Gareth, Gareth with his long, slender fingers and perfectly cleaned, shaped and filed nails, helps undress him one time and Kayden is a goner.

Gareth wears a chain with Kayden's ring around his neck, something Kayden goes feral whenever he looks at. He's pulled Gareth closer with it on multiple occasions.

Kayden puts his hand on Gareth's thigh while driving.

Are Asher and Reina surprised when Gareth brings a boyfriend home? Yes. Do they care about the gender of their son's partner? No.

Even Kayden gets along better with Asher than Killian does.

Kayden is loved by Reina. Like she would adopt him the moment Asher looks away.

Killian never apologizes for what he said but he does ask Gareth if he'd like to go hunting together sometime. It's a truce that Gareth is more than happy to accept.

Kayden takes Gareth out flying to propose when they'd be over the crystal-clear waters and passing through clouds only to realize he forgot to bring the ring with him in his anxiety and haste.

He improvises and proposes to Gareth in bed, rehashing the entire thing making him laugh and accept.

Gareth then reaches into his nightstand and pulls out the ring he was planning to propose with.

"You can just pretend to be surprised tomorrow at your surprise proposal" Gareth is telling him between kisses. "I can pretend to do anything as long as I'm doing it with you."

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Tissues, anyone?

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inbabylontheywept · 4 months

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The first time you realized there was something strange about the new hire was when you learned his age.

In your defense, it’s never been easy to guess the age of an alien. The wrinkles on a trylian might smooth out over time, while for a human, they arrive piecemeal. Apparently, they don’t get their full set until well past their first century, and it’s rare for one to make it past their second.

So they were a young species, and this one in particular was basically a child. Smooth as flimsy, younger than your own youngest. It was rare for someone in engineering to be below seventy, but from what you’d heard, this one was in his thirties.

It stood out to you. Not so much that you spent long moments thinking about it, but enough that it caught your attention.

Enough that you kept looking.

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The second time you realized there was something strange about the new hire was when you mentioned the latest ship to get lost mid voyage. He’d looked up at you with those disturbing, forward facing eyes - predator's eyes - and you saw something like dread shine out. A strange dread though, not one you recognized. Not a self-preservation but something deeper and harder and far more desparate.

Then he’d rambled off more details about it than you knew yourself. The ship number, the crew, the last maintenance it had. The most likely cause of failure - improper upkeep of the cooling fins.

Afterwards, he did this every time there was an accident. It was like he’d been waiting for you to bring it up, and now that you had he could finally share this secret obsession with you. It worried you sometimes: There was clearly something lost in the abyss that he couldn’t help gazing after.

(But even then, you knew better than to ask.)

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You didn’t mean to find the third realization.

You’d stopped by his workstation to ask him a question about the b-dot in the ship’s klystron messenger. He’d left his computer open, and more importantly, his browsing data. You didn’t have to search it to see the ship he’d been looking up. It was a standard freight hauler, carrying ice back and forth between stations back in the Sol system.

You saw the repair history for the ship at that moment, and it still didn’t click. Improvements to the hull. Upgrades on the b-dot sensor. A full rework of the cooling fins.

It wasn’t until a few days later, when you found yourself looking up the same ship again, scratching at that mild curiosity, that you connected the dots.

The service history, the repairs, the destinations - those were all red herrings. It was the face of that ship’s captain that you recognized. The same face as your coworkers, but somehow even younger. Lighter. Shining and joyful and weightless.

Family.

You kept it secret because it felt secret but you never forgot. Long after that job, long after that ship was slag waiting to get recycled, you still remembered that final epiphany. And perhaps more important, you remembered that desparate, dreadful look back when you mentioned the first lost ship.

#hfy #flash fiction #this is like 500 words tops #very short #this is my second 60 hour week in a row #and im starting to get why people do meth #i am so tired #but i still wanted to do this

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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Family Vacation

dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Summary:

You end up on a family vacation and your dad's best friend tagged along. When he finally makes his move, you couldn't be more ready.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, reader is commando, age gap (both adults), reader is 20+, p in v creampie, dbf!Santi, forbidden relationship, risky sex, semi-public sex, public sex, sneaky sex.

Word Count: 1.5k

The story about how you started sleeping with your dad’s best friend is a simple one. Santiago Garcia was obsessed with you. He finally decided he’d had enough during your family vacation that he’d been invited to join you all at a beach house rental for the week. You’d made a habit of wearing nothing but a skirt and a tank top for most of the week; opting out of panties the majority of the time, and leaving your bra in your hamper in the early morning and late evenings.

Until that vacation, he’d managed to avoid making any real moves on you, despite the stolen glances and obvious tension that had been building between you both for months. When Santi would come over to your dad’s for dinner some nights, he would sometimes brush against you ‘accidentally’ in tight spaces, not making an effort to hide his erection. You weren’t innocent either. Oftentimes you would sit inappropriately close to him during football Sunday. It was too much for you both though, being in that beach house together for an entire week. The feelings you’d both been repressing were surfacing quickly, and neither of you were going to try and stop it.

The first time he had you was after breakfast on the second day of the vacation. Your family took off to go do various activities while you fell “inexplicably ill”. Was it the sushi from last night? Or was it a stomach bug? It didn’t matter, Santi had caught on to your little lie and made his own excuse to hang back.

“You know, you’re not very convincing.” Santi said, putting a hand on the other side of your head in the hallway right by your room.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you were being playful, giving him a coy smirk.

“Of course you don’t.” He leaned in and started kissing you roughly, pained guilt clear with every pass of his lips over yours.

No matter how guilty he felt, he couldn’t resist the teasing anymore. You were too deliciously tantalizing to him, a forbidden fruit, and he wanted you more than he could bear. One of his large hands cupped your cheek, pulling you in deeper. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt just before splaying your hands over his abdomen. He groaned into you, entangling his tongue with yours. You felt his erection prodding against your leg.

“No one has to know Santi. I’m ready for you, always.” You stared at his eyes longingly, “did you know I never wear panties?”

He gave you a smirk with his lips pressed together tightly. He always got a little grumpy when you teased him, despite it being one of his favorite things you did. You always had this cute look in your eye when you thought you were being sly.

“Oh I know. You know I know. I see the way you look at me hermosa, when you bend down and no one else is looking. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

“Who said I’m trying to be sneaky?”

Oops, too sassy.

Santi had you face down in the bed, skirt bunched up around your waist within minutes while he filled you with his thick cock. He was leaning over you, large hand on the back of your head while he fucked into you relentlessly. You were crying and drooling, begging for him to go harder and fill you up.

“Your dad know what a little whore you are? Hm?” He said before leaving a harsh smack against your ass cheek.

Santi came inside of you, not even bothering to make sure you were on the pill, which, thankfully you were. That night at dinner, he was sitting next to you, and sticking his fingers between your legs at the dining table. No one else seemed to notice when he started teasing your clit, and you were forced to keep a straight face in front of everyone there.

He didn’t finish you off either…of course he didn’t. He wanted to make sure you were good and needy when you had to take care of yourself later that night. He could hear you from the other side of the wall where he was sleeping, making your small little whining whimpers until you were gasping and satisfied; as satisfied as you could be with your own hands versus his.

It went on like that for a good portion of the week. Santi would take you wherever and whenever he could. You left the panties off permanently now, just so he could have his way with you at any given moment. And oh he did.

By the fourth day of the trip, your poor cunt was sore and swollen, but it didn’t stop Santi from stealing a moment with you at the dryer. He’d just come back from golf with your father, who was heading for a shower, and Santi was coming in behind you while you were switching over the laundry. Half of your body was in the dryer when one of his hands trekked over your rear.

“Been thinking about you all day sweetheart.” He said, quickly pulling down his pants and sliding your skirt up. “What the hell are those?”

You’d worn panties, knowing your father would be coming back with Santi. You didn’t want to risk being bent over when your dad might see you without something to cover yourself. Santi grumbled and hooked a single finger in the band of your panties, right over your ass cheek.

“What the fuck are you wearing these for? You all done with me? Hm?” He squeezed the meat of your thigh.

“N-no I just didn’t want my dad to notice by accident.” You tried to turn and face him, but you were stuck in the dryer still, and he wasn’t letting you move.

“So you’re wanting to act like a fuckin’ prude all of a sudden hermosa? Get these fucking…”

Santi used both hands to tug on the fabric. He grunted and you felt them tear, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool air. He didn’t wait any longer before dragging the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, soaking it in your juices and then thrusting into you full to the hilt. You dropped your hands onto the clean clothes in front of you for stability. Santi was merciless on your hole, pounding into you with vigor while your cries filled the barrel of the dryer.

“Can’t believe you wore panties, don’t wanna see you wearing those again.”

It wasn’t a request, and you weren’t going to argue with the man who made you gush over his fat cock within minutes of stuffing himself into you.

It was impossible to comply when you were swimming in the pool at midnight though. Your family had gone to bed and Santi was in the hot tub. You had to wear bikini bottoms, despite his orders to not wear panties. You couldn’t very well swim naked around your family. You made your way to join him once you were sure everyone was fast asleep. You straddled yourself on either side of his thighs.

He hummed, looking you up and down, “so needy aren’t you? Didn’t you get enough earlier?” He teased while squeezing your hips.

You leaned into him. He reached both hands up to your back, pulling your chest into his face and placing a kiss on your sternum. He moaned into you before turning his eyes up to meet with yours. You felt him pull his swim trunks down his thighs before undoing the string on your bottoms.

“What are you going to say if your dad comes down here, hm?” Santi’s hands returned to your hips to guide you over his cock.

You lowered yourself on him, immediately feeling your cunt clench over his girth.

“Gonna tell him whatever you want, Santi.”

A rumble rolled through his chest while you started riding him. Something about the water made it feel even better. He was hitting you so deep you started to feel weak almost immediately. You rocked into him, again, to which he pulled the fabric of your bikini top aside to suck on your nipple.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” he said between his teeth while he clenched them over your peaked breast. “So goddamn wet too.”

“Been thinking about you since earlier Santi…wanted you so bad.”

Santi didn’t last long and neither did you. He was filling you once again with hot cum while you became a trembling mess in your own orgasm. That night Santi kissed you and asked you to sit with him in the tub for a little while longer. You both had agreed that you wouldn’t catch feelings, but it would seem that was becoming more and more difficult as the week went on. When the vacation was over, and it was time for Santi to go back to his own house, you were feeling a small pang in your chest whenever he crossed your mind. You damned yourself for it. You actually missed him.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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was the one who suggested the shy sunghoon fic I LOVE ITTTTTTTT ITS SAUR CUTE

can i also request a ni-ki x yn fic kinda like influenced irl

so yn is older (months older theyre still both the same age) and ni-ki always teases how yn is a clingy person and is a baby thst wants attention even though hes older and yn tries stopping to be clingy w him and suddenly ni-ki backtracks and talk about how he secretly likes it

TYYYYY LOVE YOUR WORKS

i'm so obsessed with him HDNSLN

pairing: niki x male!8th member!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff/comfort word count: 667

includes: briefly mentioned idol activities, didn't want this to be too angsty so it's just a small misunderstanding, niki's hair looks so soft, barely based on this video

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so glad you liked the sunghoon fic :)) i hope you enjoy this one too <33

requests open !! read my rules first

niki lays sprawled out on the mattress as you prepare to begin filming. you watch heeseung and sunghoon drag another mattress away from the stack as you curl up next to him from where he’s laying. niki smiles, resting his hand on your back.

“cute,” jay teases.

“the maknaes are cuddling.” jungwon chuckles. you ignore their comments in favor of moving even closer to niki, hiding your face in his neck. he laughs, tugging you even closer.

“you’re so cute, hyung,” niki smiles as he playfully pokes your cheek. “you’re always so clingy.” you swat his hand away as you shift away from him slightly to give him more space.

filming only takes a few hours, but you still avoid touching niki too much for the rest of the day. you shove your hands into your pockets instead of grabbing his hand as you’re driven back to the dorms. you don’t notice the way niki watches as you silently stand up and take your turn to shower instead of playing a few rounds of a random game with him and pressing a kiss against his forehead before leaving.

it isn’t long after your shower before niki quietly enters your room. you silently watch as he walks over to the side of your bed and sits next to you. you shift your computer to sit in between you, giving him more access to the screen, though his gaze remains fully on you.

niki doesn’t break eye contact - even when you turn to face him. he fidgets with his fingers in his lap - as if contemplating something. “what?” he doesn’t reply; instead shaking his head. you decide not to push the topic, returning your attention to the drama playing in front of you.

after a few more minutes, niki slowly begins shifting towards you. he moves so your knees touch. then, he leans his head on your shoulder. when you still don’t react, he finally lays down fully in your lap. a small smile spreads across your face when he reaches over to grab your hand before resting it on his head. you take the cue, slowly twisting his soft strands between your fingers and gently scratching your nails against his scalp.

niki lets out a content sigh, nuzzling closer to you. the drama remains long forgotten in the background as you allow yourself to fully focus on him. his eyes flutter closed as he further relaxes against you. you’re about to close your computer to let him sleep in peace when he speaks.

“you didn’t come find me.” niki’s voice is quiet. you almost have to lean in to hear him clearly. “after your shower. you always come sit with me and we cuddle or game or watch a drama together. you didn’t come today.”

”i’m sorry. i thought you didn’t like it.”

“i do.” niki shifts a little to look up at you. he pauses for a second before speaking again. “is it because of what i said earlier?”

“you said it was clingy. i thought you wanted space.”

“it’s not that, it’s just…” he sighs. you push his bangs back behind his ears, giving him time to answer. his voice is even quieter when he does. “i like you. a lot. and sometimes i get embarrassed about the other’s teasing us so i started joining in. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.” niki momentarily pulls your hand away from his hair to press a kiss against your knuckles. you smile, squeezing his hand before he lets go. “maybe i should ignore you more often,” you tease. “i like you coming to me for cuddles.” you pretend not to notice the way niki sulks from his position on your lap. you stifle a small chuckle, coaxing him to lay on a pillow instead so you can curl up behind him. “are you comfortable?”

“always.” niki smiles when you lean forwards to press a kiss against his shoulder, nuzzling further against his body. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

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noskipnotability · 1 month

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GRAHAM COXON IS GOD

ive recently been obsessed w him so who else would i ask for fics if not you??

I was thinking like he works at a record store and ur a regular and u always chat and hes got a bit of a thing for u so he invites u to one of his gigs as he recently started to play some stuff and u have a great time and yeah !! Idfk dont put me in charge of thinking of the concept im out of inspiration

TOOTH ROTTING. TEETH FALLING OUT.

Anyway i loved ur liam fic ur amaze i hope all ur exams go alright!!

-⛄️

first, I’m sorry for being gone for a while, I got into a bit of a writing slump, but I’m back!! second, thank you and they went great!! lastly, this is a great rec don’t underestimate yourself I hope you like it. I’m happy to see you again ⛄️ much love, jay xx

It started one summer afternoon. You were out with your friends, taking in the rare sun with the brightest of smiles on your faces. While walking down the boardwalk, you had spotted this small record shop. It took a bit of persistence, but they had agreed to look around to escape the heat.

Behind you, they laughed and kept telling the story from the other night after you'd left. Though, you weren't really listening; your eyes scoured the rows and rows of records, pulling some out to inspect and the occasional one to take home.

The fan beats down on your group, cooling your skin revealed by your tank top and shorts. You had a flannel wrapped around your waist from early that morning when it was far windier and the breeze chilled you a bit too much.

From the moment you stepped in, you could feel his eyes on you. It burned your skin despite the air pushed out to you, traveled down wherever he could get his eyes on, not hidden by your clothes. But, it mostly kept on your face.

You'd only caught a glimpse of his black frames and old band shirt. You were scared to look over, that if you did he might stop watching and you strangely enjoyed the attention he was providing you with.

One of your friends groaned, causing you to look up to them, "God! Mi said to be there ages ago, can we hurry up!"

It wasn't a question, more of an order. You look down to one of your favourite records and two you wanted to check out in your hands. Sighing, you tell them to go ahead and that you'd be there shortly, they rushed out the shop and left you and the few other people only.

You loved them to death, but sometimes you needed a breather from how intense they were. It was all party, no silence, so now that they were gone you felt like you could breathe easy again.

His eyes were on you again. You assumed he looked away to your friends as they left, but now the burn had returned. Not in a way that hurt, no, it was softer than the sun had been that day. It was more like the spring, a reminder of what you loved, the not-too-hot weather, flowers blooming their saturated colours, the air less polluted by the smoke.

You make your way from the last row, your eyes glued to your shoes as you walked. One foot in front of the other, you whispered in your head.

He swallows the lump in his throat as you place the three records as gently as someone would their newborn onto the surface. His hand shakes nervously behind the till, you notice when you finally look up, but choose to ignore it.

His hair is a messy dark brown that just barely covers the tops of his ears. His eyes are a matching dark brown that shine richly in the sunlight. Intoxicating, they are. You feel yourself falling at the sight, though you don't realise it now. A small smile graces his sweet face, one that finds itself on your own unknowingly. His glasses are pushed up his face by his cheeks and you feel an itch to correct them, but restrain yourself because he was a complete stranger and it'd be incredibly weird to do so.

His voice is quiet and he stutters slightly, like he was uncomfortable with his words. "Is this all?"

Your smile raises a bit higher as you nod. He pulls a bag from his side, the shop's logo on the front, and carefully placed the records inside to not damage them. You see him hesitate before he speaks up again, "You've got good taste." He gestures to your favourite which sat on the top, "Did you hear their new album? It was brilliant, y'know, I think it's their best work so far."

Your impressive collection was built from many different stores, but you'd never thought you had heard a worker speak with such a passionate tone before. You laugh softly but agree, "Yeah, they've really progressed as a band. But I think I like this one the best, still. It's nostalgic, my dad would always play it for me."

He raises his eyebrows as he considers your words then nods slightly, "I get that, it's still really good," he chuckles a bit awkwardly, "To each their own, I suppose."

You walk out the shop a few minutes later, the need to get to Miles' house for the party ever present. You were sure to be hammered with questions of what took so long, but the enticing nature of the man, who you now knew was Graham, eased the interrogation you knew you'd receive. It was also then, that you decided you would have to come back, at least for a chance to talk with him, not disrupted.

—

Just the next weekend you returned, Graham was sitting around the shop, on break. His head jumped up at the opened door rang its bell and his face lit up at the sight of you walking in. When you turned to his direction he tried his best to make it seem as if he was minding his own business, but it was clear as day to you that he was watching. It made you smile stupidly at the thought of him being infatuated with you as you were with him.

In all honesty, you definitely didn't need more records right now and definitely didn't have the money for it. You hoped to look around and maybe sneak in a chat or two with him while you browsed.

Your hands flicked between each row as before, this time with less focus. You almost wanted to laugh at how obvious it was when he slowly but surely made his way over to you. He was quiet and shy, but so sweet.

Every joke you told made him laugh that addicting sound and every time you flirted his cheeks would flush and he would turn away and hide. Your own had gained a reddish tint that you wore proudly. You wanted him to know.

He stood slightly taller than you but he leant down a bit when he pretended to scour through the vinyls, keeping his hands busy so he could listen closer.

After that day, you felt a need deep within your heart to keep coming back. Two short interactions had wormed their way into your routine and every weekend you would stop by to see Graham. You could swear half of your paycheck each week went to buying music, but you had to admit it was worth it.

You weren't the only one who'd felt changed. No, Graham was happier, more energetic. He felt like himself again.

There was no longer this slump of repetition that drained him. Instead, it seemed like someone had finally taken off a broken record and replaced it with a new. The songs flowed easily, the sound eloquent and boisterous. He kept putting the needle back to the start at the end of each week just so he could hear your part again.

The band had noticed. How could they not?

Each time they met up, Graham was brimming with excitement to practice or write, he seemed more in tune with them than ever before. Usually, he'd stay more out of the way, but he wanted more now. It's why he was awaiting your arrival that Saturday.

The clouds hovered over the sky and a light rain drizzled the air during the surprisingly warm summer. Tomorrow, they would play a small gig at their local pub. Of course, they knew not many people would show up, but they were still jumping out of their seats to actually play a show. It was the first they managed to book in a while. Graham had been practicing with all the free time he had after he formed this plan. The plan that fell into action at the ring of the bell.

Your coat was covered in darkened spots from the drops and your hair a bit more frizzy at the humidity, but you still took his breath away. Literally. His lungs emptied of air as he tried refilling them and now backing out of his plan. His heart beat out of his chest, he could hear the loud rhythm echo through his body and it felt like it bounced off the walls.

His hands fiddled with the hem of his battered, striped shirt as he approached your smirking and gorgeous face. It grew as he called your name in a greeting, he pulled you into a somewhat awkward hug and placed a quick peck to your cheek.

The both of you walked, side by side, down the aisles with your bodies brushing and fear of the other turning away dancing around. His laugh was calming from your joke and he cleared his throat, the question on the tip of his tongue. You looked curiously up at him and he almost melted right then.

"Would you want to... see my band play tomorrow night?"

His voice was quiet and you overly aware of how much your answer would mean to him, but the shock still hit you into asking, "You're in a band?"

Graham's eyebrows knit together and he has to stop and think for a second, had he really not told you? His jaw slacks and he struggles over his next words, "Well—Yeah, I am. It's not anything big, but it'd mean a lot if you came," he shrugs turning away in the way you had grown to admire, "You obviously don't have to! I-I'm just saying, I would appreciate it!"

You snicker despite your previous shock still lingering. Looking back, it should have been clear, but it somehow sweeped over your head during conversation. You nod and wave him off, "I'll go. Just tell me the time and place—I'll be there, Gra."

—

You left early to get to the pub before the gig started so you could come and meet the band, but traffic was a lot worse than you had prepared for, leaving you to barely arrive before they came onstage. You were panting to catch your breath as you joined the small crowd around the stage, standing near the back.

Cheers erupt as they make their way on the stage, everyone excited for some music to start. A blonde man with blue eyes takes his place at the microphone, he was pretty but in an overly confident way, Damon if you remembered his name right. The bassist and drummer, who you knew as Alex and Dave, found their own places. And finally, Graham makes his way out. His hair is disheveled in a crazily attractive look and his glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are flushed in the heat of the pub. You notice right away as he scans the crowd, waving your arm to catch his attention.

When Graham locks eyes with you, a involuntary sigh falls from his lips in relief. After not seeing you back stage, he was scared you bailed on him. He really felt this was his only chance to impress you, maybe even win you over. If only he wasn’t to blind to see how you already were.

There is no warning and the first song starts blasting through the speakers. You become entranced with how he moves. His hand gliding on the fretboard, him strumming practically perfectly, his look of absolute concentration, his smooth voice coming through his own microphone that still managed to sound beautifully shy. You’re jumping around with some group of girls that dragged you with them when they saw you alone. It’s hot in the small pub, but you’re so high off the energy and happiness, nothing else matters but you and him.

#graham coxon #graham coxon x reader #blur #blur band

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ooo-yeah-baby · 1 year

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ok awesome thank you :)) could i please request a moody spurgeon x reader from AWAE (s2 era) where he’s lovesick and obsessed with the reader and is sure she’s his future wife? they’re friends, but not super close, and she says she’s not ready for marriage yet because she wants to go to queen’s college. so he forcibly kisses her and someone sees, leading both her and his parents to force them to marry. feel free to change any details if you’d like! thank you so so much ❤️

Lovely

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send asks, Yandere themes, forced kiss, forced marriage, vixen shaming, I don't know, it's long. I don't really like it after the Mrs. Linde part, I did season 3 Moody cuz the banjo was convenient. Thank you for the ask!!

You sound lovely!" Y/N spouted as the last string on Moodys banjo rung out.

"You're lovely- err I mean... thank you." He stuttered, blush running to his cheeks.

He truly thought she was lovely. The way her hair swayed as she moved. The way her laugh sounded as it filled a room. The color of her eyes and the way they sparkled when the light hit them just right. The way she spoke, especially when she was answering a question.

Y/N laughed a bit at his mess up.

"Why, thank you, Moody."

During class Moody would find his eyes wandering over to Y/Ns seat across the room. Sometimes he'd miss whole lessons, whole class days even, just staring at her.

Moody may not have been the smartest but he had a wild imagination. He'd imagined Y/N in a beautiful wedding dress with a lace veil and a bouquet of wild flowers. Of course, he'd be wearing a hand-me-down suit from his parents. Maybe with something new added, like a small embroidery from his mother, or some cufflinks, who knows? She'd smile at him with a tint of blush on her cheeks as she walked with her father down the isle and he'd feel his heart pump a million beats a second and then-

The school day would end and he'd have to watch her walk away.

But during lunch she'd always sit and listen to him play his banjo before going to eat with the other girls. She was practically his during that time.

"Y/N," Moody began one day while putting his Banjo down. "Would you like to eat with me today?" He asked, fidgeting with his fingers.

She just smiled and nodded before running off to get her lunch.

After that she began eating with him a few days out of the week. She'd grab her lunch and sit and listen to him play and laugh and talk with him. Moody felt content for a while.

Only for a while.

Then he got the idea that Y/N had fallen for him like he had fallen for her. Why wouldn't she? It just makes sense. They were practically already courting one another in his eyes.

He thought she stared at him like he was the only boy in the world. He thought she smiled brighter when she was with him. He thought she loved him.

He needed her to love him.

Finally, while sitting with Y/N in the school house during lunch, he croaked up the courage to say something.

"Y/N, will you marry me?" His eyes shut and his hands balled into clenched fists.

Y/N was just about to take a bite of a 🍐 and stopped in her tracks at his request. Thankfully no one had heard Moodys proposal.

"What?" Y/N asked, putting the fruit down.

"W-will you marry me?" He reiterated. Y/N took a moment to reprocess the situation.

After what felt like ages to Moody she finally began to show somewhat of a reaction. Her head began shaking and she began speaking.

"No. I'm sorry Moody." She looked down at her dress and fiddled with the hem of it. Moodys face flushed with a bright red color.

"Why not?" He pressed.

"It's nothing against you, Moody. It's just, well... we haven't even really courted, and Ill be leaving for Queens College soon and-" She thought for a moment, "I suppose I see you as more of a friend too, Moody." Every word she spoke dripped with her discomfort. She looked down and started cleaning up her lunch basket. Moody felt betrayed. What were they doing if not courting one another? And she sees him as more of a friend? Then why does she look at him like that? Being married won't stop her from going to college. Moody would never dream of holding her back. He just wanted to love her and for her to love him. To spend the rest of their lives together and grow old together. "I'm hardly ready for marriage any wa-!" Moodys hand reach behind Y/Ns head and he pulled her face in to his, practically clashing teeth with each other. Y/N pushed against him, moving her hands up to his chest, pressing as hard as she could and finally disconnecting their lips.

Moody fell back to the floor with heavy breath and Y/N stared down at him furiously.

This whole fiasco definitely did not go unnoticed by the class. Y/Ns face turned beat red, either from embarrassment, rage, or a mix of both, as she looked around the class at the other students ogling at her.

She quickly stood up and gave Moody a swift kick in his shin before collecting her things and running out of the school house.

Moodys hand reached up to one of the desk tables for support as he pulled himself up, noticing the many groups whispering about the incident. He felt a lump grow in his throat that he tried to swallow back while fixing his clothes, then he ran out of the school house, like Y/N had previously.

If something were to happen in Avonlea the whole town would know about it. Whether from word of mouth or Mrs. Rachel Linde going around spreading the good, bad, and nasty news. Of course Y/Ns parents heard about what had happened from Mrs. Linde who had heard it from a group of students passing by her home. She immediately scurried herself over to the L/N little farm and shared her thoughts on the matter.

"Well hello, Mrs. Linde." Y/Ns mother said as she opened her front door. Rachel came barging in the second she saw the door move.

"Mrs. L/N." She greeted, already in the parlor of the white walled house. "I assume you've heard of..." she looked around for somewhere to place her hat and coat, spying the rack by the front door, then continued; "Your daughters little fiasco at the school house." She placed her hat and coat on the rack and moved to sit in one of the chairs in the parlor.

Mrs. L/N took a seat across from Rachel and pushed out the rinkles of her dress.

"No, what has she done now?" Her brows furrowed. Her daughter had never been apart of any of Rachel's rumors and it was discontenting to see it happening now.

"Oh its a doosy." Her finger pointed at Mrs. L/N. "I heard the boys talking. Today, in front of the whole class she caused a spectacle." She had a short huff before continuing again. "You know I'm not one to gossip, but as your friend I thought you needed to know. If your daughter is truly becoming a vixen then you have every right to know. Knock the devil out of her before it's too late-"

"Please, just tell me what happened, Mrs. Linde." Your mother pleaded, slightly irked by Rachel's coarse language and accusations at her daughter.

"Yes, well, I was sitting on my porch moments ago when I heard the Andrews and Sloane boy talking. According to them, your daughter was locking lips with that Moody Spurgeon boy in the middle of class. For everyone to see. Apparently they both ran out of the school house around noon together and haven't been back since. Took their things and all."

Mrs. L/N was shocked to say the least.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to have a word with my daughter. Thank you for informing me, Mrs. Linde." She stood up and ushers for Rachel to do so as well, which Rachel did oblige but she couldn't help herself from shoving her opinion in the mix, again.

"You know, with how many people saw this fiasco, you might as well marry her off to that boy. It's the only chance she'll have at finding a husband under the circumstances. Word travels fast and no one is going to want a girl who's been throwing herself at men left and right."

"Of course, Rachel." Mrs. L/N sighed. "I suppose that's our only option." Her hand moved to her temple and attempted to rub out her forming migraine.

"Well. Keep me in on the loop." Rachel added before grabbing her things and leaving, more than likely to go spread the word to every end of Avonlea.

About an hour after Mrs. Linde left Y/N, returned home. Mrs. L/N had already discussed the incident and what they needed to do with Mr. L/N and the two were waiting for their lovely, possibly a vixen, daughter to return home. The second y/n walked in the door they dragged her back out and ventured to the Spurgeon home.

"I don't know what happened, Y/N, but this is unacceptable. No doubt Rachel's gone and told all of Avonlea by now." Her mother chattered.

"It's not my fault!"

Mrs. L/N scoffed in response.

"Well, there isn't much we can do about it now. Your fault or not, it happened. And now you're becoming a laughing stock. We'll have to fix this somehow, with the Spurgeon family."

They arrived at the house, Y/N begrudgingly stepping up to the porch with her family. They were invited in and the parents went to discuss matters.

Y/N remained standing by the door as Moody stared at her, eyes filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he mumbled. He wasnt actually sorry but he didnt exactly know what else to say.

"Sorry wont fix this, Moody. You were supposed to be my friend. Now my reputation is ruined. I'll have to leave the island to get married with the way Mrs. Linde has been reacting." Y/N huffed in response.

Meanwhile, in the other room;

"My son kissed your daughter. He told us everything. He will take responsibility. Whatever you think is best." Mrs. Spurgeon assured.

"Well I'd like to believe my daughter had no hand but I was her age once too." Mrs. L/N shook her head. "I suggest we give the two what they want and settle it that way. It's easier on us and easier on them."

Mrs. Spurgeon nodded in response and the two treked back to the front room.

"You two will marry." Mrs. L/N said, an unwarranted smile plastered her face.

"What?" The two kids said in unison, one clearly more excited about it than the other.

"It makes the most sense." Mrs. Spurgeon added.

"Makes the most sense?" Y/N stepped up. "How does that make any sense?"

"Bite your tongue, dear." Her mother warned. "It's not likely that you'll he able to find anyone else now is it?" Her mother continued to press. "Clearly you must enjoy Moodys presence in some capacity or you wouldn't have been near him to begin with. This is our final decision."

"But Queens College!" Y/N huffed. "I'm taking the entrance exam soon!"

"You can still go!" Moody chimed in. A scowl crept to Y/Ns' face but Moody pressed on, taking a step forward to continue his soon to be ramble. "I-I would never hold you back. You can go to Queens College and Ill go to college too and then we can be married after we both graduate."

"Very good, Moody." His mother congratulated. "That's what we'll do."

And with that, the two were engaged. It was all over Avonlea. Y/N had her reputation back and Moody had her, although Y/N tried tirelessly to break the engagement.

#moody spurgeon #awae fanfic #awae s1 #awae imagine #awae season 2 #anne with an e #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Dear Silver,

First, please don't tell others of the content of this letter, I want it to be just between us. Second, I know we don't talk much, but I hope you could be honest with me, you know, human to human. Why are Sebek, Lilia, and Malleus acting so weird?

Lilia has offered to kill for me like five times, and I haven't really noticed him offering that to anyone else (thank God). Plus I walked in on Sebek calling a bunch of students worthless humans, and then when I was offended he fell prostrate on the floor and begged for my forgiveness. Like, I gave him it, and then he just ignored the people he was insulting? Like I was the only one who's opinion mattered? And Malleus has straight up offered me, a magicless commoner, to be his co-ruler. Like, I know I'm his first friend, but I don't think Briar Valley's citizens would be impressed.

So I just want to know, is this a fae thing? Could you explain why I'm the only one they act like this to? Like what makes me more special than everyone else?

Thank you!

Reader

(Reader is in their world. Feel free to throw this letter out or respond with any length you desire. A completely oblivious reader is just so funny to me, because I know that's how I'd react.)

(also I love your writing and I hope you have a nice day! :) )

This made me laugh. The (not so) small hints to some of my works and more... just pure comedy material! XD

Also, this letter is longer so it's a “write your heart out” one.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, religion, stalking, death, murder, obsession, obsessive themes, power imbalance, blood, violence

Silver-Not a “fae thing”

Hearing someone knock on the door of Ramshackle you went up from the couch. In the night it had suddenly began to rain which made you sleep in the entrance hall to see over the buckets and when you needed to empty them, a timer waking you up every two hours. Just what would you do for a small spark of magic so you could fix this? Finally reaching the front door you opened it just as you looked down on yourself. Good lord, you looked even worse than how the ghosts must have looked before they died. To your surprise it wasn't the usual face of a Heartslabyul student. Riddle sometimes send one over as a servant so that you “could live up to your standards”. The color of his hair immediately gave away who he was. Just what did he want from you? And whY wAs HE KNEELING??! Holding out a letter like you had seen knights hold out a sword to their queen in historical dramas you were finally saying goodbye to your sanity. Just why the heck was Diasomnia always so weird when sketching was about you? Taking it you gave him a smile before excusing yourself with “I need to look after the buckets and if the cealing stopped to dropping with water.” Closing it you were trying to shake off the feeling of someone still drilling holes into your head. Wait a second... did you just see Lilias face for a moment in a hole in the cealing??!

Dear Overseer,

I am apologizing for our behavior. I swear that we always had good intentions in mind! It is not a “fae thing”. We decided to make sure that everything would go well as long as you stood here with us. All we are trying to do is making you as comfortable as possible. Never would we have ever imagined that our actions would be seen as weird or something like that. But dear Overseer, is this a test? Are you trying to find out if a simple letter would shake the foundation of my belief? You are of course our dear Overseer. The gentle gaze that watches over the world it created. Of course we would behave differently towards you.

But there have also been other things you are curious about. My fathers offer as a example. I am aware that he could be a bit off-putting with such a thing. He is just concerned. There have been many individuals who dared to try to usurp your throne and make themselves the highest being in our world. Because of that, my father has become rather extreme with his measure when it's to whom to end and whom not to. I have to say, although I understand your side I also understand his. Let all the sinners that dared to attack your divinity be cleaned off of this world. I shall help if the situation ever arises. I promise you that.

Sebek has done that! Oh dear Overseer, please forgive him! H can be someone very hard to work with but at the same time I have to ask for your forgiveness! He and I grew up and I know that deep down he cares for everyone. I'm happy to hear that he made up for his rude behavior. Just begging for forgiveness was a bit weak though. He should have begged for forgiveness and sworn to be yours for all eternity. I will never understand how he is able to call himself a true follower.

My master has already asked you that? I thought he would give himself a but more time. You see, he was always so nervous whenever the topic of you becoming our dear ruler came up. We all care about you without limits so don't worry about anything.

I do have to admit though, that I am jealous. They all have so much to offer to you whilst I can only write you this letter. I am not such a great general that I can promise you neverending punishment for the heretics neither am I of royal descent, able to give you a life in luxury. I am just a simple human. But I promise that I would do anything for you. Tell me whenever you need something and you shall have it. Just please, grace me with a glimpse of yours. I am aware that to you I am nothong more than vermin. Let me at least serve you with my life.

Sincerely yours,

Silver

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere silver x reader #yandere silver #tw: yandere #tw: religion #tw: stalking #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: obsession #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: power imbalance #tw: blood #tw: violence

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Ever since you published “bear” I’ve been a little too obsessed with the idea of bottle feeding little!E. I was wondering if you could write something delving deeper into the subject?? I just love your little!E fics sm 😭😭☪️

thank you friend !!! i hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

untitled | little!elvis x cg!reader

warnings: age regression, little space, slight angst

wc: 668

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it was a slow day for the two of you. elvis had woken up a little more moodier than usual, eventually slipping into his little headspace and clinging to you while you did things around the house. you didn't mind of course. however, today it was different. he refused to feed himself and could barely bring himself to change out of his pajamas. he hadn't even said much to you. when he did speak, he wasn't saying much of anything. his words were more like demands.

you finished cleaning up in his room only to be greeted by elvis sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs, picking at nothing on his pants. you frowned and walked down to him, sitting next to him. "what's going on?"

"i don't know." he muttered, refusing to look at you.

"you don't have to hide anything from me." you reassured, placing a hand on his knee. "it's okay to feel the way that you do, i don't mind."

"embarrassed." he finally looked over at you, his blue eyes slightly glossy. "'m weird."

you let out a gasp. "don't say that! you are not weird. you're my baby, i love you."

the corner of his lips perked up at the sound of you calling him your baby. he felt himself get a little more comfortable, less uneasy about himself and the headspace he was in. the farther he slipped, the more shy and embarrassed he felt about being little. he was definitely in a much more younger headspace than usual and you could tell, elvis was just too shy to admit it to you. it was a good thing you could read him well.

"how about this-" you stood up and stepped down the bottom step you were sitting on and got in front of him, looking down at him. "let's get you a bottle and in your jammies, then we can head up to bed and just lay down for awhile. does that sound okay to you?"

he gave you a small 'mhm' in return and got up slowly, heading back to his room.

you had experimentally bought a bottle for elvis one day, unsure of how little he'd get in the future. you'd bought him sippy cups as he was a clumsy, overexcited little sometimes and tended to make messes often. this would be only the second time you'd use the bottle. the first time you used it, he was extremely hesitant but eventually found comfort in it. you warmed up some milk for him, shaking it onto your hand to check the temperature before going upstairs.

elvis was sitting on the side of the bed, kicking his legs back and forth as he waited for you. his blue, silk pajamas sat beside him. he looked at you then back at the clothes as his way of trying to hint at needing help. you nodded and set the bottle on his bedside table before carefully helping him into his jammies and back onto the bed. picking the bottle back up, you laid beside him and let him curl up to you as you placed the tip of the bottle between his lips. you ran your fingers through his hair as he happily drank away, relaxing and having all his troubles go away. you adored how peaceful he looked, you lived for little moments like this. his lashes began to flutter as he slowly stopped drinking from the small bottle, falling asleep on your shoulder.

as you took it away from him, a small whine escaped from his lips. "want more." he mumbled tiredly.

"baby, you were falling asleep." you chuckled.

"more." he said again. you sighed and brought the bottle back to his lips, only for the cycle to repeat as he began to softly snore against you. you took the bottle away again slowly, hoping he was actually asleep this time and breathing a sigh of relief when you fully took it away from him, letting him sleep peacefully.

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#elvis x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 1 year

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I’ve always been a fan of your hxh fics and I reread them all the time (it’s my default obsession) but when I found out you watched the walking dead?? And wrote the most scrumptious fics about it??? You reignited that spiral and now I’m rewatching it, and spiraling down the hole again and rereading and realizing I really love how you characterize the characters (does that make sense?) i feel like it’s so realistic or believable how are you so good? I love it so much, you’re amazing, be proud <3

SCREAMIN AND CRYIN ... thank you so very much ... i had a blast working on those stories. sometimes it's fun to write about a puppet created by a god or a charismatic mass murdering thief, other times, you just need to write about some Fella from georgia. variety is the spice of life.

i'm about halfway through the final season and i'm contemplating rewatching it from the start. i've enjoyed watching it over the past few months, i always considered it a highlight of my day. i became super attached to the characters. that's why i really tried to do them justice!! i was Staring at everyone's body language and trying to memorize their speech patterns. my goal was that i want the reader to be able to hear the character's voice in their head while reading the dialogue. i fine tuned a lot of the dialogue with that in mind.

fun fact: the daryl fic pinpoint actually has one of my favorite exchanges that i've ever written. and i've... ahem... written a lot. this one just makes me lose my mind whenever i remember it.

“It’s always ‘Miss Social Butterfly’, ‘Miss Goodie Two-Shoes’… what if I’m a Mrs?”

Daryl thinks his heart may have temporarily stopped. “Don’t see no ring.”

“It’s dark in here, Daryl.”

“Mean before this,” he rolls his eyes. He tells his stupid heart to calm down. There’s no way you’re married, you would’ve mentioned that ages ago. You’re just messing with him. You have to be. That’s your modus operandi.

He can practically hear the petulant pout in your voice when you speak next.

“Is it so hard to imagine? I’m an absolute delight.”

Damn woman, playing mind games with him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were flirting with him. That isn’t possible, though. Absolutely not. You’re just a coy little thing. You offered to propose to Maggie yourself if Glenn kept beating around the bush (Daryl almost choked on his drink when overhearing this). Being playful with your friends is like second nature to you.

“Mhm, no doubtin’ it. When’s it gonna be your turn at the altar, then?”

“This Saturday, if the weather’s nice,” you reply without missing a beat. “You’re welcome to attend. Formal wear is required, of course. And presents. I want an espresso machine, but will settle for a Keurig.”

“Who’s the unlucky man?” Daryl asks, as if he wouldn’t trade anything under the moon and stars to be the one you promise yourself to til death do you part.

“Jesus.”

This gets a laugh from him that he has to cover with his hand. “Jesus?”

“According to Hershel, the church is Jesus’ bride, so yeah. I’m going for a literal interpretation here.”

#i'll never be able to top this. it's my magnum opus #sweet asks #answered #Anonymous

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xoxoskai · 1 year

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In honor of Throttled’s three-year anniversary, here are some Slade family head cannons!

Noah does the cooking in the house.

Maya’s responsibility is to read out the recipe he’s making.

Noah always participates in Maya’s vlogs when she asks and threatens asks everyone else with him to do it as well.

Maya realizes she gained 10K followers overnight when she posted an Instagram story with Noah walking around shirtless behind her in the frame.

Shirtless Noah is then banned in the household.

Maya’s parents favor Noah over both Santiago and Maya, and Noah never stops flaunting it.

Noah watches soap operas with his mother-in-law and does not stop talking about the plotline for days.

Whenever they fight, Maya retaliates by wearing Santiago’s number again.

Noah’s equivalent to sleeping on the couch during fights is hanging at Santi’s place till he gets kicked out to go “make up with his wife”

Occasionally, Maya is the third wheel in Noah and Santiago’s bromance.

After retiring, Noah only comes back to Bandini as Team Principal after James Mitchell retires from the post.

Having Liam and Sophie as neighbors means lots of joint dinner parties, festival celebrations, emergency midnight crisis contacts and accidental witnessing of things like -

Noah and Maya witnessing Liam and Sophie trampoline jumping into their pool from the roof.

Liam and Sophie watching Noah discuss the latest soap opera in heavy detail over barbeque with a full outline of the characters, plot twists and the villains (Sophie doesn’t know but Liam asks about the channel and the time it airs after dinner).

Because of his issues with his parents, Maya is first anxious to tell Noah that she’s pregnant.

Noah bursts into tears with happiness when she does tell him though.

Maya’s cravings make Noah a professional chef who sometimes races.

Noah tries to stop Maya from travelling with him and only allows her to do it till her second trimester.

Maya never tells Noah, but she thinks he looks hot carrying a baby bag filled with essentials.

Noah is on the podium when Maya’s water breaks.

Maya is carried by Noah to the car with Santi and Jax clearing out the way.

The two hours Maya is in labor are the most excruciating of his entire life and he hates that he agreed to let her be present at the race where so many things could have gone wrong.

Noah cries when the Doctor tells him his wife and son are both in good condition. Noah cries harder when he holds Marko for the first time.

Marko has the most loving and doting parents in the world, the best grandparents and the coolest uncle.

Marko develops a love for racing at a very early age.

Unlike his own father, Noah lets Marko take it at his own pace. He is proud of his son and even more proud that they love the same sport, but he does not want to be controlling and obsessive.

Maya loves setting up playdates with Sophie’s twins the moment she finds out about Marko’s little crush.

Initially, Marko chooses his mother’s birthday date as his car number.

He is offered a contract from Bandini at the age of 20. Noah takes a backseat from being the Team Principal, becomes a strategist instead.

Tio Santi is his go-to person for everything. When his parents come off as overbearing? Sleepover at Tio Santi’s. Love advice for a girl’s he crushed on his whole life? Tio Santi. How to bail him from trouble without letting his parents know? Tio Santi.

Marko is a vivid reader after he borrows Stephen King's books from Liam one time. He also takes suggestions from Sophie about the romance books her daughter is currently into.

When Maya finally conceives their daughter, Noah nearly passes out from hearing the news.

When Baby Slade is born, no one loves and dotes on her like Marko does. Whatever she wants, she will get.

A 12-year age difference means Marko is very protective of her.

Baby Slade is fawned over by her father and spoiled rotten by both the Slade men.

When she starts pre-school, Noah is a rare father in the hordes of mothers trying to get his wailing daughter to go inside.

Noah does not notice all the women fanning themselves when his daughter rushes into his arms but Maya having already witnessed this during Marko’s preschool does after which Papa Slade is banned never to pick his daughter up alone.

Maya sings her daughter to sleep in spanish most nights.

Baby Slade follows everything her older brother does -

Starts writing with her left hand because “Koko” does.

Wants her hair styled like Koko’s.

Wants to race as well as Koko (cue heartbroken Noah).

When her date for prom does not show up, Marko flies in on the eve of a Grand Prix to take her and flies her out for his race later the next day.

The older she gets, the more she teases her brother about his one-sided love.

They are openly proud of each other’s achievements; he posts about the school awards she’s won on his stories, and she always keeps tracks of her big brother’s races.

Maya loves how they are as close as Santi and her.

Her first boyfriend has to be escorted out of their home, sniffing and on the verge of tears, by an apologetic Maya thanks to the Slade men drilling him incessantly.

After which Noah and Marko have to earn the youngest Slade's affection back and ask for forgiveness not less than a hundred times.

Tio Santi is her favorite adult and like her older brother, she loves calling him her superhero.

Both Slade siblings are fluent in atleast 3 languages. Their motto is - Spanish, sexy and Slade.

No matter how old they get, Noah still calls Marko “monkey” and his daughter “princess”

No matter how old they get, the Slade children never not love how involved, cherished and loved their parents make them feel.

No matter how old they get, Noah and Maya still dance in the kitchen to soft music with dimmed lights constantly reminding each other how loved they are and how there is no other place they’d rather be.

THIS WAS A LOT LONGER THAN I PLANNED FOR IT TO BE AND BY THE END OF IT I DIDN’T PLAN TO GET SO EMOTIONAL. THIS SERIES MEANS SO MUCH TO ME AND I LOVE ALL THE CHARACTERS SO MUCH THAT IT IS OVERWHELMING AT TIMES

#the dirty air #dirty air series #throttled #noah slade #maya alatorre #santiago alatorre #markoslade #chloe carter #collided #redeemed #wrecked #liam zander #sophiemitchell #jax kingston #elena gonzalez #lauren asher

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gribblehusband · 10 months

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Alright it's currently 2:40 in the night, finally managed to go through the playlist fully and first; fuck dude amazing music, some of them I already knew but most were new too me. Thank you for introducing me to such amazing music I love them.

Banger after banger after banger, amazing.

Second I do have some (a lie, it's a lot) music that I want to know more why their there/ want more information of, for whatever reason;

4æm, rain of blood, DEATHBODY, Alpha desperation march, Hello I love you, fruiting bodies,

run rabbit run, call me little sunshine, bad bad things, MACARON, cemetary girl, bridezilla, saccharine, against pollution, west country dream, choke, cop car, haunt the cartoon heart, am I being followed...?,

Grendel's mother, the fox wedding (when I heard this one my jaw DROPPED, it took me so off guard, but still a banger), guillotine

TURNING INTO THE TBH CREATURE READING THIS ASK YES I WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO ELABORATE ON THESE SONGS. ELATED EVEN. im glad you enjoyed what was on the playlist though! im well aware my music taste is eclectic and also everywhere at once. i never left my vocaloid phase ever, its simply aged with me. the amount of tmg songs on the playlist is because one of my qpps is REALLY into their music and gave me some recs. some music they recced me isnt on spotify alas.

this is gonna be a long one with A LOT of rambling so im gonna put it under cut.

4æm - this one is one of the songs that are a mix of just vibes and “i have the craziest amv in my head” for it. it makes me think of meeting someone walking down the sidewalk in the dead of night and it changing you irreparably. epic kaon behavior.

rain of blood - another one where its vibes, but specifically post chapter 20. i dont want to spoil what happens but a BIG thing happens for the mcs character development and their view on murder. more like post chapter 25 because i have a few filler chapters planned.

DEATHBODY - this ones a song that makes me think of the mc, specifically surrounding their obsession with dying and being killed that gets kind of worse after an incident sometimes after chapter 25. i have it planned out but not written LOL oops. some lyrics i especially like are “icicles of a medial at unease, please just pull me together and repair me. old thoughts floating above a new horizon. something i’ll never doubt; i know im rotten.” and “all this time, i felt that my time would arrive. that it can’t last forever; i’ve been decaying. moldy scaffolding, ritual strangling. no matter what i try, i seem to stay alive.”

alpha desperation march - this one is definitely early kaon and was added to the playlist when i was writing the early chapters! specifically the lyrics “im coming in. try and stop me. push furniture in front the door. it only gives me something to push against.” and “see im perfectly aware. of where our love stands. but the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand.” make me think of him. especially push furniture in front of the door one because hes always pushing and pushing, whether it be boundaries or literal doors. theres no stopping him when theres something he wants.

hello, i love you - OKAY THIS ONES FUNNY. while this would usually be considered a kaon song because of the obsessive and sugary sweet lyrics and the general i will literally never leave you alone ever-ness of it, i associate it more with vos for reasons unknown. vos, at specifically, his most down bad. he has enough control over himself to not act like this but he is just as stubborn as kaon and is more likely to lock you in a room with him until you talk to him if he really wants your attention. whereas kaon would probably go sulk somewhere. vos is pushy and very intense.

fruiting bodies - another mc song! more specifically a post chapter 20 mc song. theres a lot of imagery with a seed being planted and its roots filling them from the inside out. which is kind of fungal.

run rabbit run - VOS SONG. just a straight up vos song, it reminds me a lot of him. there are a lot of things that make me think of vos, foxes being one of them. is it a little worrying a fox betraying and hunting a rabbit is a vos song? maybe. dont worry about it too much. if he hunts the mc i can promise theyre both a little too into it LMFAO

call me little sunshine - okay so this is a kaon AND vos song. little sunshine is supposed to be lucifer because lucifer means light bringer. basically you will never be alone because you have the two most down bad murderers obsessed with you who will come to your every beck and call (within reason) amen

bad bad things - OKAY I CAN SEE HOW THIS SONG WOULD BE NERVE WRACKING TO RUN INTO. its not a kaon or vos song dw. thats all i will say. the part specifically that ive latched onto in my brain is the “so i looked into your eyes and i saw the reflection or a coward you and i hate very much. and then i grabbed the knife and let the blood out of your throat and smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull.” if that means anything

MACARON - mc song. another cannibalism banger on the playlist. they wanna be eaten so bad it makes them look stupid.

cemetary girl - admittedly theres no deeper meaning here i just like the vibes and its fun to write to!

bridezilla - this ones a mc song and their weird little view on what a wedding with kaon and vos would be like. theyre just as absolutely odd as those two. casey would literally black out if he went to their wedding and they tongue kissed the priest. shelby would record it.

saccharine- another vos song. he doesnt want to get so obsessed with the mc but he absolutely does. the similarities between the mc and vos have been touched upon from kaons early pov chapter, but vos sees them as a weaker version of himself. he doesnt want to hurt them (too badly), which is new for him because most people he meets he cant wait to tear them apart. there are a few exceptions to that rule, and the fact a sweet little human is one of them confounds him.

against pollution - a chapter 20 mc song thats all i will say

west country dream - another early chapters kaon song. it was added to the playlist when i first started writing and my qpp read the first few chapter and said. this song makes me think of them. i agreed and the rest is history! onto the playlist it went

choke - okay so am i allowed to just say “vos is into choking” and leave it at that? LMAOLMAO

cop car - another early kaon song that i added. if its the mountain goats my qpp added it but the mitski was my doing. this song just makes me think of how kaon thinks about the mc in the first few chapters!

haunt, the cartoon heart - a kaon song! just his obsessiveness and the adoration for the mc he has later on in the fic. i can see him singing this to them if im being honest and i do entertain myself by imagining it LOL. the end where “i think you scared her” i imagine as vos criticizing his usual heavy handed approach.

am i being followed…? - honestly theres nothing deep her i just like listening to this one while i write and the general vibes of the song! i just really like the artist too HSJSHS

grendel’s mother - this is one i added due to my qpps recommendation and another where i dont have any reasons besides vibes 😭

guillotine - THIS ONES ACTUALLY THE SOMG I LISTENED TO FOR HOURS NONSTOP AS I WROTE CHAPTER 22. so i cant say much other than the title for that chapter will be “the secrets you tell me, i’ll take to my grave. there’s bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway.” its a kaon song too.

the fox’s wedding - okay this ones a banger but the lyrics do come at you like a brick to the face. its not as bad as the other songs in the series its in which is saying something. this song is an mc song though. cannibalism? check. horniness? check. falling in love with a vengeful fox spirit? kaon and vos arent that but they are crazy asses so. id say somewhat check. other things i shant say…. check.

also some songs that i have on my youtube playlist arent on spotify so if you want to check them out! theyre both tmg songs. but ezekial 7 and the permanent efficacy of grace and emerging!

actually heres a link to zekey 7 because i used this specific version to write chapters 7 and 8 hehe

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