#i bet you’re surprised to hear me put those in the same place

[goldensunset]

there are games that i enjoy playing more and there are games i enjoy thinking about more. sometimes the overall story and themes and blorbos are delightful but actually playing it is a little annoying so i just rotate it in my mind instead. sometimes i get absolutely sucked into the gameplay and the world and the experience for dozens or hundreds of hours and i enjoy listening to the soundtrack but it has little to no lasting impact on me as a person bc something in the story just failed to hit and that’s ok. both are good both are beloved. obviously the ideal piece of media is one i both enjoy actively consuming and thinking about but my mindset is that if a piece of media has any single good thing in it it’s a good piece of media. give me literally anything to work with and i’ll extract joy out of it. i’ve literally never played a game i didn’t like btw

#first category includes games like skyward sword and og twewy #for the record i do love both of those games even as actual games i enjoy a diverse variety of gameplay styles #but compared to some other stuff i’ve played yeah it’s not my absolute favorite #but the THEEEEEMES. the stories of those games give me brainworms #the kh mobile games fall into this category (<- has never played them per se but knows enough about em) #(in terms of gameplay i mean) #(also it is true that watching 6 hours of cutscenes isn’t always appealing) #second category is like. hyrule warriors age of calamity and tears of the kingdom #i bet you’re surprised to hear me put those in the same place #neither of them had the best writing in my humblest opinion but MAN did i enjoy playing both of those sooooo much #i got so sucked in they’re both really fun. in completely different ways lol #this is not to say i didn’t get driven crazy by totk’s story but just compared to other games maybe not as much #and that’s ok!! #oh also neo twewy is in this category. they kinda dropped the ball on the writing (even though i do have blorbos from that game) #but it is a really fun and cool game #botw does both things for me. beloved fav game #most perfect piece of media in existence #every pokémon game i’ve played has done both for me #well idk platinum didn’t have a Blorbo so it loses story appeal to me. but it makes me smile a lot i enjoyed playing it #even if it doesn’t like Live In My Brain like the others #i uh. can’t rank most of the kh games bc i haven’t played most of em 🫠 #someday… #twilight princess is hmmmm ok so like the gameplay and music and world experience were PHENOMENAL #midna HARD CARRIED the story is the thing. i didn’t generally like the writing but she alone makes up for it. #in my view it still deserves to be docked points for that but like they did pop off nonetheless #peach rambles #this is the reason i have so much joy in my life btw #it’s because i simultaneously have a very critical eye and i have the ability to put into words exactly what i do and don’t like #AND i have the ability to turn off that part of my brain and optimistically embrace everything in good faith #i give everything the benefit of the doubt and focus on the good

[e-dubbc11]

Chocolate Kisses

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: I bet you can’t guess🤣…fluffy bunnies and unicorns, overworked Billy, maybe a swear word? I’m not sure. Alluding to smexy time 😉

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: Billy’s grouchy, he’s overworked and needs a little break. You’re hoping a little something sweet will lighten his mood.

A/N: I’m sure if you’ve been following me for awhile, you know one of my Billy headcanons is that he has a massive sweet tooth. This little idea popped into my head, figured I’d run with it. I hope you like it 🩵

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

Inside his home office, with his head buried deep in paperwork, Billy groaned and grumbled periodically as he carefully thumbed through the papers on his desk. Glancing from the printed pages to the computer screens, he narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. He was hard at work as always.

The office lights were dim and the warm glow from the desk lamp was easier on his eyes compared to the monitors he constantly stared at for hours on end. The work was just never finished sometimes, it followed him home, and Billy could never leave his work incomplete or what HE felt was incomplete.

That was the perfectionist in him.

The work kept coming in and he was always very busy but he loved it. He loved working, running his own company, and he was proud of the work he was doing. Billy wanted to have a purpose in life after being in the marines and with all of his hard work, life presented him with a great opportunity for himself and for others.

But sometimes you wanted him to slow down and enjoy the little things. You knew Billy had been working hard all day and mentioned he had more to do even after he came home for the evening so as a surprise, you strategically placed a piece of his favorite candy in the top center drawer of his desk. He never could resist those dark chocolate squares with the creamy caramel and a hint of sea salt inside. They were one of his favorites and you couldn’t wait for him to find it.

You could tell how busy he was just by how he answered the phone this afternoon. The tone of his voice was sharp, he gave you short one word responses, which led to a very quick apology when he realized he was taking his frustration out on you.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Billy had said, gently. “Seems like everyone wants an answer from me at the same time, I’m just swamped.”

One corner of your mouth turned up into a half smile and you forgave him immediately. When you’re constantly bombarded with questions that demand answers, it wears on you, and you could only take so much.

You appreciated that Billy recognized he was taking his anger out on you because he didn’t always stop to think about how he was acting. Through trial and error, sometimes he had to learn the hard way about what it means to be in an actual relationship.

“I love you Billy Russo but don’t you dare take your bad day out on me.” You had to tell him on more than one occasion.

Up until he met you, Billy had lived his life the only way he knew how. He had always been in a constant state of survival mode, not knowing what it was like to be cared for and loved by anyone but you were patient with him and he learned quickly but still, he wasn’t perfect. And you didn’t expect him to be but he did need reminders to sneak in some play along with the work.

He continued to growl over the papers on his desk while you crept into his office to put some of your books away when you heard him open the center drawer to his desk. Biting back a smile, you could hear the noise the shiny blue foil paper made while in between his long agile fingers and the slight chuckle that escaped his lips.

You heard the sound of a pen fall onto a stack of papers as he reached for the other side of chocolate wrapper and out of the corner of your eye, you could see the childlike smile stretch across Billy’s lips as he removed the chocolate from its package.

He had finally taken a minute to breathe.

Just from one little square of chocolate, you watched the stress of Billy’s day float away as soon as he took that first bite. Growing up, he was lucky if he even got cheap penny candy at the group home let alone decadent dark chocolate. He savored every bite, tasted every note of that bittersweet chocolate and smooth buttery caramel.

Billy knew what it was like to have nothing. It was why he took such good care of everything he had now…his penthouse, his company, and…you. He knew it could all be taken away just as quickly as he acquired it and his delicious chocolate was no different.

“Was that from you, sweet girl?” Billy asked rhetorically with a wide Cheshire cat smile.

You loved to see the laugh lines around his beautiful onyx colored eyes every time he smiled at you. Nothing made you happier than to see Billy Russo smile.

Gripping your book tightly across your chest and still biting down on your lower lip, you nodded.

“Mmm hmm.” You finally replied. “You seemed like you were having a tough day. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

Billy pushed back away from his desk, tasted the chocolate that remained on his thumb, and slowly walked over to you. His hands cupped your cheeks as he tilted your face up so he could look into your eyes before his lips collided with yours.

The taste of rich cocoa was still fresh on his tongue and the essence of sweet burnt sugar on his lips left you wanting to do nothing BUT taste him over and over again.

“It was a very nice surprise, my love. But chocolate or no chocolate, my day is always better when I come home to you.” Billy purred into your ear.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as butterflies danced around in your stomach. His words made your heart flutter as he quickly pulled you into his chest, stroked your hair with his long nimble fingers, and told you over and over again how much he loved you.

“You always know when I need a break don’t you, y/n.” He said with a warm smile.

After putting your last book away, you snaked your arms around Billy’s neck and pulled his face close so his forehead was touching yours.

“Well Billy…you can be a little bit of a grouch when you’ve done nothing but work for 14 plus hours.” You replied, looking up at him through your long dark lashes.

“You think I work too much, baby?” Billy asked in a serious tone.

You started to nervously play with the buttons on his shirt, the fabric felt cool on the tips of your fingers and when you placed your hand against his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart and all you had wanted to do was to put his fears to rest.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Billy. I just want you to take more breaks, that’s all.” You said in barely more than a whisper and with your eyes locked on his. “Besides…I know you can’t say no to sweets.”

Billy let out a slight chuckle. It made him love you even more because you could make him laugh and the sound of his laughter was music to your ears.

“You know me too well, beautiful. I promise to take more breaks. Now, ya don’t happen to have any more of that chocolate, do ya?” He asked as he licked his bottom lip.

Something about the way he asked for more, the velvet tone to his voice was so smooth and sexy, and his New York accent turned you on no matter what he was talking about.

You traced one finger along his jawline then turned and started to walk away from him toward the office door before your replied, “Tell ya what, lieutenant…if you can catch me, you can have another piece.”

“Are we still talking about chocolate, sweet girl?” Billy asked with a devilish smile.

Looking back over your shoulder, you replied, “Catch me and find out, Mr. Russo.”

And you took off running out of the office with Billy following close behind. He was too fast so he caught you easily, tossed you over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.

“BILLY! Put me down! You can have all the chocolate you want!” You said in between laughs.

Billy gently smacked you on the ass before he replied, “Oh I will my love, but first I’m in the mood for something else that tastes even sweeter than chocolate.”

He loved all things sweet…especially you.

There was something so innocent and pure about the way he reacted to something as small as a piece of chocolate or the toy army man you gave him for his desk to the grander gestures of telling him “I love you” and finding him a first edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray. He loved them all the same.

He treasured them, and kept them as close as he possibly could because they all came from someone who wanted him, who loved him more than anything, and who would never ever leave him.

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[madebyrolo]

Holding me and holding back pt.3

⚘.

She/her

Rafe Cameron x pouge reader

summary: Kook vs pouge still exists on the mainland.

obx master list (find mini series here!)

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ───

As you finished doing your hair Rafe finally arrives back from breakfast.

“Good morning princess” Rafe says as he enters the room with just keys.

“Hey babe, where’s breakfast?” You ask as you place a kiss on his cheek in search of your jewelry.

“Change of plans, had the little altercation with Maybank. Thought we go out mainland.” He says with a guilty smile.

You sigh “What happened?”

“Well I was getting coffee and jj happened to be working in the cafe. I order your signature iced cameral macchiato 3 creamers and when I went to go pick it up jj said “hmm got the same coffee order as y/n. are you wearing her black lace pantees too?” hes lucky i didn’t punch him.”

“Rafe come on we talked about this.”

“How does he know what panties you wear? I bough those for you?” He asked as his tounge swiped his lips.

“Rafe we’ve spent days at the chateau and he just probably saw them with my laundry or something calm down” you say putting on a gold necklace.

“You’re right. beside he couldn’t even get in your pants if he wanted too.” He chuckled as he went into the bathroom.

“Oh and I threw the drink at him.”

“RAFE!”

𐙚 -time skip- 𐙚

You and Rafe are sitting on the ferry, hand in hand with matching outfits he insisted on wearing.

“Remember the time when we went to Charlotte too see The Weeknd?” Rafe said looking at you.

“Yeah it was really fun, though it was hard to cover up to the pouges” you say scrunching your face as the sun hit it.

“Ugh why do they get suspicious of your happiness?” He playful rolled his eyes.

“Maybe it’s the fact that they all work 3 jobs a week to survive and I went on a thousand dollar trip for ‘funsies’ but hashtag idk Rafe.” you blanky stated.

“I bet jj had a lot to say”

“Oh the mouth on that boy- wait Rafe enough with the jj jealousy!l

“Not jealous.” He said not even convincing himself.

“What is it then. Love? Obsession?” You joke

“Okay fine jealously…” he said under his breath

“Aww Rafe Cameron’s a bitch??” You gasp dramatically.

“Okay whatever, besides im on the date with you right now”

“Yeah well now believe it.”you go in for a kiss.

“Oh by the way Sarah is on mainland shopping so she’s gonna meet us for brunch.” Rafe said as He pulled away.

“Wait so I’m official meeting your sister?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Duh you’re my girlfriend”

Hearing him say it had butterflies going crazy in your stomach.

“And you already met my parents, and wheez. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything to Sarah” he said with a small smile.

“You don’t think she’ll like hate me?”

“Why would she hate you?”

“ you know kook, pouge, you practillay started the so called war yourself.”

“Well you're different” Rafe said pushing hair behind your hair.

His comment left you confused, but you just brushed it off.

“Also her and Kiara have some beef. I don’t know what went down but she they don't seem to hide their hatred. ”you say worried.

“And if she hates kie, how do you think she’s gonna react to meeting her bestfriend?” You began hugging yourself in a comforting manner.

“i know how Sarah gets with their drama or whatever, but if you get caught in the crossfire I’ll be there to put it out.” Rafe wrapped a arm around you.

You sat in his embrace trying to save this memory. This is the Rafe you knew.

 ੈ𑁍༘⋆

As you guys exit the ferry, Rafe has a Uber waiting already.

“Okay so we’re doing brunch, then a little sight seeing and shopping. And if all goes well maybe with Sarah.” He said opening the car door falling you in.

“Hopefully with a full stomach it’ll be less intimidating.” You say putting your seatbelt on.

“Giving the fact you both love shopping, and annoying me, the odds may be in your favor.”

“Ha ha very funny” you side eye him.

“In fact I don’t love shopping, you just fueled an addiction.”

“Call me your sugar daddy”

“Oh I will.”

Soon enough you guys arrive to the restaurant.

As you guys enter the restaurant you sit a table. The waiter hands 2 menus, soon asking for a third. You order a waters for now until Sarah arrives.

“So you think we can hit up Victor secret for a new set? Because jj seen my hopefully now old ones” you said with a fake grimace.

“I’ll buy you as many as you want if we can burn all the ones he’s seen.” He said looking through the menu.

“So why today am i meeting Sarah?” you ask Rafe taking a gulp of your water.

“Why not? Besides plans were ruined cause of your friends.” he smirked

His comment pissed you off a bit. You hate when he talks shit about the pouges, your best friends.

“Maybe if you didn't assualt them we wouldn't have a problem.” you scoff

“They don't know a ounce of respect, so why should I?” Rafe crossed his arms

“Because your a good person Rafe” you put down your glass.

“So you're agreeing with me, they terrible people?” he says

“Not even a little bit. I'm just saying be the bigger person.”

“I mean I got the big dick so I pretty much am-”

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom I’ll be right back.” You cut him off, sliding your now empty water glass.

You get up walking around the back to the restroom.

As you wash your hands you pull your phone and check the messages you’ve gotten practically spammed with.

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⌞ Pope hitting the Dougie. ⌝

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9:38am

What does the j stand for: Rafe just threw coffee in my face😍

Kiki do you love me: omg what!?

Johnathan: wow can’t tell if should laugh or ?

What does the j stand for: why is there a or.

Hope 🥺: Since I’m a good person I won’t be laughing in this group chat.

Kiki do you love me: I see him giggling at the table while im working at the wreck.

What does the j stand for: wow okay I see where I stand in this friendship 🕳️ 🚶🏼‍♂️

Johnathan: he did say group chat…

Kiki do you love me: what even happened ?

Hope 🥺: open his mouth ♡ hearted by 2 people

What does the j stand for: to sum it all up I called him a sissy because he had the same coffee order as y/n

Johnathan: LMFAOOO

Kiki do you love me: wow okay that’s kinda funny 😭

Hope 🥺:ohh now I want a iced caramel macchiato

Johnathan: that’s like the most basic order jj. I’m gonna laugh because you yourself in that position.

What does the j stand for: no but like he even got the extra 3 creamers….

Kiki do you love me: y/n has good coffee orders you can’t blame her 🤷🏽‍♀️

Hope 🥺: omg Twinem!!

Johnathan: okay pope has been too funny and it’s only 8am

10:07am

What does the j stand for: I quit before I could get fired 🤞🏼

Johnathan: you lasted 2 months. That’s the longest you held a job!!!

Kiki do you love me: woohh the bear minimum !!

Hope 🥺: how’d you know you would get fired

What does the j stand for: it’s Rafe.

Johnathan: I’m assuming you’re coming over?

What does the j stand for: yes master.

Kiki do you love me: count me and pope in. I’m gonna try to leave early then I’ll pick him up.

What does the j stand for: y/n you in?

Kiki so you love me: is she even alive, she hasn’t texted all morning.

Hope 🥺: so that’s why the birds are singing

Johnathan: you’re killing me pope.

12:34pm

What does the j stand for: y/n wya.

Kiki do you love me: I swear if ur still sleeping…

Hope 🥺: hate to admit it but kinda want you here. Jjs yapping away

Johnathan: #missingyou 🩷🩷

Hope 🥺: #wakeup

💬

God you completely forgot about the pouges.

What do you tell them? This is like your 6th trip to the mainland, they’re gonna start to get suspicious.

Y/n: I had to go with my mom to see my aunt sorry guys :(

Perf.

Hope 🥺: I thought you went last week?

Damn you pope.

Y/n: she’s old pope.

Now that isn’t a lie.

You put your phone away, quickly recollecting yourself in the mirror and heading back out.

As you walk towards the table you see the second blonde Cameron.

Ohh things just got real.

Rafe spots you soon getting up before you can reach the table.

“So Sarah I want you to meet y/n, my girlfriend.” He said with a genuine smile.

He wraps he arm around your waist as she also gets up.

She looks you up and down, analyzing you like an fbi angent.

“Hey Sarah. It’s nice to meet you.” You say breaking the ice. Very cold ice.

“Nice to meet you too y/n” she said reaching her hand out for a handshake.

You took it, her grip somewhat firm but you couldn’t help but notice how aware she was.

“so let’s sit! I’m starving the ferry ride was long!” Rafe said trying to ease the tension.

“Oh the menu looks good” Rafe says examining it thoroughly.

“Rafe we’ve been here before” Sarah say looking up at him through her menu.

The waitress comes up with a notepad before Rafe can argue back.

“Welcome to sunny kitchen, my names Anne I will be your server for today. What can I get started for you?” The waiter said in fake happiness.

“Ice cameral macchito.” You and Sarah both say in unison.

“Oh sorry you go first” Sarah smiles

“Uh ice cameral macchiato with 3 creams” you tell the waitress

“Same for me” Sarah says

“I’ll take an orange juice” Rafe says as the waitress writes it all down.

“Alright I’ll be back with your drinks!”

“Didn’t know you guys had the same coffee order” Rafe spoke up.

“Cameral macchiatos are literally my babies.” You say throwing your head back

“Ugh they’re so good I made our dad buy me whole coffee set up. Expreso machine, the syrups everything.” Sarah agrees

“Ive noticed, I love making rafe make me one. It's like playing barista”

“You force me.” Rafe hits you with the menu

You both giggle at the annoyance of Rafe. So far so good.

“So what are you thinking of getting?” You ask Sarah.

“Hmm maybe like the sunny platter, how about you?”

“Chicken and waffles, they have the best waffles here I swear, there so fluffy.” You smile at her.

Ice starting to melt.

“I think I’m gonna get a salad.” Rafe joked putting the teacher's finger in front of his lips.

You guys all giggle as the waitress comes and drops off your drinks.

“Are you guys ready to order?”

you guys order tator-tots for appetizers and you out in your orders. You guys have been chating away, you and Sarah not had one bad interaction so far.

“Wait so Rafe accidentally knocked on your parent's window thinking it was yours?” Sarah asked completely losing it.

“Yes and it was like 2 am too, he was waiting and my dad went outside and chased him with a bat” you guys are in a laughing fit while Rafe is sitting arms crossed.

“Glad you guys find my trama funny. It was terrifying it was pitch black and all I can hear is his screaming” he said rolling his eyes.

“don’t try sneak out at 2am maybe?” Sarah commented.

“He was wearing all back too, he genuinely looked like he was gonna cause a home invasion!”

The waitress soon brought your plates.

“Here’s the chicken and waffles, sunny platter, and sunny side. Enjoy your meal!”

You all began to dig in, sharing small comments about the food being absolutely amazing.

“Why can’t there be food like this on the banks” you say practically moaning.

“Honestly I would pay for a sunny kitchen franchise” Rafe agreed

“we need to do this more” Sarah smiled at you.

We now have a watered down caramel macchiato. Wooh!! 

Soon you guys are walking around town, window shopping, photo ops, small talk.

You and Sarah and hitting it off, you guys like the same music, clothes, coffee order.

Rafe is glad your guys are getting along and you were too.

“I wanna find a cute sundress, my mom’s forces me to go to church with my grandma and I want to at least look cute before she stuffs me into floral hell.” You say walking into a boutique.

“Get whatever you want, all on me.”’Rafe says planting a kiss on your head.

“I’ll seat here, you girls go crazy.” He says sitting on the small couch.

“Since you’re getting a dress I guess have to get a dress. I don’t wanna be the weirdo who doesn’t get a dress you know?” Sarah jokes are you began flipping through racks.

As you go through dress after dress, you feel vibrations coming for your phone. You know it’s the pouges but you refuse to check. You feel bad for ditching them for the Cameron’s and it doesn’t help that you’re dress shopping with Sarah. You were just doing the same with Kie.

“Y/n this would look so good on you!” Sarah said showing you a blue floral bustier sun dress.

“Oh my god that’s so cute!” You say grabbing it.

Soon you guys are both in the dressing room showing your items giving each other a fashion show.

“You think this tops cute” you ask Sarah looking in the mirror.

“Yeah it’s cute and casual, you can wear it anywhere.” She answered.

“What about this skirt?” Sarah asks adjusting the length.

“If you dont get it I will.” You comment.

“Are you girls done it’s been like almost 2 hours?” Rafe yells from the dressing room entrance.

“Rafe if you want us counting your girlfriend, to look cute, you should shut up.” Sarah tells him earning giggles from you.

“We should hurry up though it’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the ferry like last time. It was hard making up an excuse to the pouges.” You say changing back into your regular clothes waiting for Sarah to finish up.

“I don’t understand how you can be friend with them” Sarah tells you leaving the dressing room.

“That’s what Rafe says too. Were like sardines, always together.” You smile to yourself.

“What do they think about you and Rafe?” She asks.

“Uh they don’t actually know.” You say putting your things on the counter.

Soon Rafe takes a notice goes up to the counter to begin to pay. You and Sarah sit on the couch counting your conversation.

“Why haven't you told them?” she asked.

“Because I know they’ll freak. They don’t exactly like the your family let alone any kook. Jj and Rafe were at each other throats all the time and I know you and Kiara have your history.” A flat smile forms on your lips.

“Honestly why do you care what they think? If you’re happy they should accept that”

“I know but we’ve been with each other since diapers, knowing they could throw our entire friendship away just because of a boy doesn’t make it any easier,” you say looking at Rafe.

“Honestly y/n I’ve seen the way you and Rafe have an effect on each other, that’s actual love. I know we’ve just met not even 4 hours ago but you're respectful, caring, and kind, like one of the most genuine persons I’ve known. If the pouges throw you to the side of the road just because of my bother they don’t seem like the perfect people you paint them to be.” She says

“And with Kiara, what happened is she called the cops on my party after I didn’t invite her. I know it was wrong of me but she didn’t have the right to ruin my birthday. I think she was and is a very shellfish person, and if you think that’s the way they would treat you just because you’re in love that makes them all shellfish.” Sarah says with kind eyes.

“If I can be honest with you Sarah, I think you’re right. I’m just scared to admit it. I know it’s wrong for me to say it but sometimes I can’t help but to think if I were to grow up on the other side how different I would be. Me and Pope are the only ones who actually think about our future while the rest think about the moment. They wanna do fun spontaneous things but I want to at least have a safety plan.”

Is what you would’ve said to her. But all that came out of your mouth was

“you don’t know them like I do”

Soon Rafe comes up drowning in shopping bags.

“A little help wouldn’t hurt,” he says trying to balance 10 bags.

You all are sitting in the ferry, you and Rafe are sitting together while Sarah on a different side. Rafe is scrolling on his phone while you’re looking into the harbor.

You get up to find Sarah, you couldn’t let the day end without having one last conversation.

“Hey Sarah” you greet as she looks up from her phone.

“Hey y/n” she smiles

“I just want to say it was spending the day with you. You’re really cool and like the best and worst person to shop with” you both giggle “and I wanna thank you for listening to me, I gunesilly like the advice you gave me. I can admit I’m scared of confronting them and we both have a good idea of what would happen if I do, but I just can’t help but feel torn between these two worlds.” You confess.

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks

“I’m mean we’ve been seeing eachother for like almost 5 months, it’s too soon-”

“Do you love Rafe?” She asks one more time.

“Yes” you sigh “But please don’t say anything-”

“Im not going too. But if you love him you should be with him. It’s not them who are kissing Rafe it’s you.”

“Yeah you’re right. They should be happy for me, I’m always there when jj survives night surfing or when Kiara ‘got her revenge’.” you and Sarah smile

“But if all goes wrong you got Rafe and me. i can agree today has been a wonderful day and if there is more of this in the future.”

“Enough with me, I've heard you have a little thing with Topper huh? Spill!” you asked Sarah who had faint blush on her cheeks.

“Well i guess you can say we're official, Topper’s sweet and kind. He's not like the others who always want more.” she said playing with her fingers.

“Aww you're blushing!”

“Whatever, but sometimes he just feels like, i dont know. Clingy?”

“Oh tell me about it, the first month with Rafe he wouldn't keep his hands off of me, always spamming me with stupid memes” you began blushing.

“But once time passed we got more comfortable, our friendship grew. he was and is my best friend now. Sometimes we fight like friends too but at the end of the day we still have each other”

“I want what you and Rafe have, i hate to admit it but I'm jealous of him. Never repeat those words to anyone.” she pointed her finger at You “You guys are like perfect!” she groaned

“I wouldn't say perfect but maybe with time you and Topper will be your perfect.”

“Yeah but, i dont know. Like he's great and all but-” she made a face no boy would understand but only a girl would.

“You just don't want it with him.” you finish for her.

“Oh god, am I a bad person?” she says laying her head on the ship wall.

“No no, you just know what you want. If you lead him on that's a mess you don't wanna clean up.”

You looked at Sarah and she had a very unfaithful look.

“But you never know, maybe one day you'll feel something that makes sense you know? Like he's the one.”

“With topper?”

“With anyone. I knew it with your brother when he randomly picked me up and surprised me with the perfect date. He got my favorite flowers, went to my favorite dinner, he for everything write and I didn't tell him a thing.”

“So he just knew”

“Yeah, he knew” just as you finished, you turned too see Rafe walking up to you guys.

“There's my girl,” he says placing a kiss on your forehead and handing you a Cherry Coke he got from a vending machine.

“Ugh that is what I mean!” Sarah complains

“Just give it time, you don't have to worry about love right now you're just 16. ‘Got your whole life ahead of you. It can be now, next year, hell even next week.” you sat giving her a hopeful smile.

“What is she whining about now?” Rafe jerks his head towards his sister.

“Boy stuff” Rafe fakes gagged.

You and Sarah shared a small side hug.

You guys sat together the whole ride back

Never in your life, did you expect to be this close to the Camerons.

Sarah was refreshing, she wasn't silently judging, she understood your jokes, she cared about what you had to say, didn't laugh or call you a pussy for showing your emotions. You both were excited for back to school season (for the shopping only though) and even planned study dates. all the guilt washed away.

Sarah was now one of your closest friends, spilling deep secrets, cracking jokes, endless selfies.

Now you guys are in Rafe's truck, he's driving you home with the gifts he got you and your mom (obviously she loves him)

You get out of the truck, Rafe following behind grabbing your bags. Before you shut your door Sarah says goodbye.

“Remember sleepover next weekend alright? Don't let Rafe take you away.” she smiles as you say your goodbyes and shit the door.

Rafe puts the bags in your room also saying his goodbyes and hello to your parents.

You slide into your duvet covers, scrolling through your massages and finally replying to your friends after such a good day, even meeting your new best friend.

Who knows? Maybe next week you and Sarah will be buying matching jewelry. Let's just hope the pouges dont get suspicious.

─── ʚɞ ⋅ ᯓᡣ𐭩 ⋅ ୨୧ ──

Part three :))

Thanks for the love on this story <33

excuse any typos

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[shy-urban-hobbit]

49. Who hurt you? From the angst prompt list if you want to :3c

"Who hurt you?" - Lambden (of course 😁).

Lambert learns that some winters aren't as relaxing as others.

“Who hurt you?”

It was the first year they’d actually made plans to meet in the spring rather than just leaving it to chance when they’d run into each other and Lambert knew he’d failed to hide his surprise. Whilst he and his brothers always left the Keep looking and feeling well fed and well rested, Aiden looked very much the opposite. He should have only left the caravan behind three days ago and yet he looked the same as he had when they’d parted ways. Worse, even. Lambert would have just chalked it up to a bad winter until he noticed the bruises.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Those aren’t nothing Aiden, those are fucking finger marks! So I’ll ask again. Who hurt you?”

Aiden laughed. Actually laughed, “You’re sweet but it’s genuinely nothing. You know how it gets towards the end of winter.”

“No, I don’t.” Lambert had the sinking feeling they were reading from totally different books, nevermind from different pages.

“You know.” Aiden said as if he was trying to prompt a child, “Tensions are high, supplies are low...”

“So these are from your siblings?” Gods. How hard had they grabbed him if the marks were still there after at least three days?

Aiden blinked, his scent turning slightly impatient, “I’m starting to feel like whatever I say is going to be the wrong answer but, yes?” He rubbed at the bruises, suddenly self conscious under Lambert’s scrutiny, “Why are you so worked up about this anyway? It’s not like I haven’t had worse. I bet your brothers have left you with a few decent ones before now too.”

“Not outside of training and nothing like this.” He paused as he thought on what Aiden had said about supplies, letting his eyes move over his body and ignoring Aiden's suggestive smirk as he did, “Aiden, did you get these fighting over food?”

Aiden’s scent shifted to something close to shame, “Guxart rations it out but there’s always the dickheads who think they’re entitled to more than their share. You do what you have to.”

Lambert felt a wave of indignation and sympathy come over him. The winter months were supposed to be a break from fighting for survival. He was resting and enjoying all the perks Kaer Morhen had offer (however few they may be) and every year Aiden was probably worse of then he was on The Path.

“Don’t.” Aiden spat out, eyes turning flinty, “Don’t you dare fucking pity me. I know it’s fucked up, but it is what it is.”

“It shouldn’t be though!” Lambert spat, “You should be going back to somewhere that’s safe and instead, what, Guxart’s letting you beat the shit out of each other fighting over scraps?"

“It’s not his fault!” Aiden yelled, jabbing a finger in Lambert’s chest breathing hard through his nose, “You try looking out for upwards of twenty people when you’re constantly on the move. Good luck knowing exactly how many, it fluctuates every year, throughout the year. Barely staying in one place long enough to do any decent hunting, nowhere to properly store fresh shit where it won’t start turning after a couple of days. I know it’s not a patch on your Keep with your-your green houses and cellars and whatever the fuck else you have up there, but Dyn Marv is my home. And you don’t have the right to look down on it.”

He stormed past Lambert, muttering angrily under his breath and leaving the Wolf stood stunned in the middle of the road.

“Aiden.” He jogged after the other, who seemed determined to put as much distance between them as he could without breaking into a run, “Aiden, hold on a fucking second.”

“What?”

“You were right, I get it. As much as I hate Kaer Morhen...it might be a shit hole, but it’s my shit hole. I just-“

Aiden stopped, turning to look at him, “Just?”

“I worry about you.” Lambert muttered to his boots so quietly Aiden would have missed it if it weren’t for his Witcher hearing.

“Fucking softie.” Aiden teased lightly, leaning slightly and resting his forehead against Lambert’s shoulder, “I survived an entire childhood there, I can survive a few months out of the year. You really don’t need to worry.”

“I know I don’t. If you ever want a proper break though; Cat or no, Vesemir is too noble to toss someone out into the snow and to certain death. Plus, I just might behave myself if I have a friend to play with.”

The last part had the desired affect and Aiden smothered his laughter in Lambert’s armour, “I’ll definitely think about it.”

#the witcher #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #the witcher fanfiction #lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #Lambert

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Ever in our favour

CHAPTER FIVE

[Table of Contents}

Summary: Now having to care for Rue as well, you realize you have to perform to survive Warnings: Canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood and death

“Hey Rue,” You begin, speaking into the cloud of hair ambushing your face, “Are you hurt at all? Do you need some of this medicine?” You feel her shake her head into your chest and acquiesce, tightening your hold on her. “Okay, good.”

“That is good, it looks like we’ll have very little left after this,” Peeta adds in, his fingers gentle across the wound on your back. The pain-numbing part of the medicine was already kicking in, smoothing the glide into something soothing, even.

“So, who all is left?” It was Rue who finally pulled back, looking you in the eyes as she spoke.

“There are eleven of us left. Both of District 1 and 2, District 4’s boy, District 5’s girl, you,” She nods at you, then continues, “Both of us from my district, and both of District 12.” Her eyes dart to Peeta behind you, whose hands still at the same time. Everything pauses for a moment, and you suck in a breath, pushing past the fact that Peeta’s district partner was still around. That woman who had volunteered- the girl who had been set on fire. Everyone was betting on her if not the careers. But- you all have now partnered together. What could they be thinking about that?

“Those poor darlings, all three lining up to be killed together!”

“Maybe if you add all of their scores together it’d make one career?”

“I’d pay to send my tribute to them. I bet whoever gets all three at the same time deserves a prize!”

You shudder involuntarily at the thoughts strewn across your mind, trying your best to block out those irritating Capital accents and brightly coloured bodies. You could feel Peeta hesitate behind you, likely worried he had hurt you. He placed his free hand on your shoulder, and you reached up to take his hand in yours to provide some sort of comfort. You could feel Peeta rub what felt like the same spot as the last two times and begin to wonder if he was just prolonging the time he was allowed to do this.

“What would you do?” Rue asked, and when you finally came back to yourself and looked toward her you could see her eyes locked on Peeta behind you.

“About what, darling?” You whisper, trying to pull her closer. Every single time you laid your eyes on her you’re reminded of how young she is, of how she should be anywhere but here.

“If we ran into Katniss,” She whispers back to you, her eyes flitting briefly to your own before looking back at him. “If he runs into her.”

“I would run,” Peeta announces, his voice hard behind you. He was no longer even pretending to rub the medicine onto your back; he just held your hand on your shoulder, the other pressed completely to your back as if he could drain comfort through it. “I don’t want to fight her.” His voice was quiet, but slowly gained volume until he was talking normally once again. “Of course, I don’t want to fight her. I don’t want to fight anyone. But we all do what needs to be done to survive.” You squeeze his hand and you can hear him choke behind you, finally turning to look at him as he finishes off, “We do what needs to be done to protect the ones we care about.”

“You said that includes me now?” You both snap your heads to look at Rue, who seems almost to curl into herself. “You said you care about me, that you’ll protect me now?” She raises her eyes to Peeta once more, and you almost want to step in between them for how it makes you feel. “So you would protect me? Would you kill someone like you did that District Six boy by the river? Would you kill Katniss to protect me?”

“Katniss would never harm you,” Peeta reassures immediately, scooting forward to sit next to you instead of behind. “Katniss would never put anyone into a position where we’d have to kill her to save you, because she would never harm you.”

“Peeta,” You whisper, watching Rue’s eyes fill with tears.

“You’d be surprised,” She mumbled, her voice wavering with emotions. You tighten your hold on the girl and she curls into your chest. “You think you know somebody until-” She breaks off, crying into your chest. You can do nothing but hold her, smoothing her hair down under your chin and looking back at Peeta with worried eyes. Silence reigns until her cries finally quiet down.

“Yes,” Peeta whispers, finally reaching a hesitant hand out to place against the back of her head. She pulls back enough to look up at him, and you follow her gaze to see Peeta’s face full of confidence and assurance. “I would kill anyone who tried to harm you, Rue. Katniss included.”

“So, eleven left of twenty-four,” Peeta begins, shooting a grin over toward you. The three of you were walking through the forest aimlessly. You held the knife you had in your hand, using it occasionally to pick berries or other herbs you came across. Peeta had a wicked-looking dagger in hand himself, cutting away at any bushes or brambles that blocked your way. It looked eerily similar in the dancing sunlight, almost like the one that had been pressed to your throat near the river. Rue walked silently between or behind the two of you, quietly pointing out different herbs or berries to you whenever they would pass by unseen by your eyes. “That’s not too-”

“Sh,” Rue calls out suddenly, ducking down as if out of instinct. You glance at her, then in the direction she was looking. When you all remained quiet, that’s when you heard it. It almost sounded like a splashing sound, repeated in a broken rhythm every so often. Then you heard the muffled cursing sounds- obviously human- and watched Rue frighten and begin scrambling up a nearby tree. You nod slowly, glad she’s able to take care of herself, as you and Peeta duck down under nearby cover. You keep your eyes peeled in the direction of the sounds, jumping to Peeta and Rue, then back. After a few minutes, it seemed fairly obvious that the sounds weren’t moving so Peeta finally broke the silence surrounding you all and crawled over closer to you. Crouching next to you, he leaned in to whisper while keeping his eyes averted up toward the trees.

“Do we investigate?”

“I’d rather know who it is and where they are. Ignorance will get us killed here.”

“Right,” Peeta agreed easily, looking back up to Rue. He moved away from you, approaching her tree. You could hear the leaves rustling above you, then murmured voices as Peeta likely told Rue the plan. You kept an eye in the direction you knew to be where the person was, listening intently past the rustling and murmurs to hear the continuous splashing and curses. Once Peeta reinstates himself next to you then you feel free to finally move, leading the way through the bushes.

It takes a bit of poking and prodding through, but eventually, you find yourself crouching behind the last row of bushes, peering through the middle to see a boy standing at the river. He had a rather well-carved fishing spear, which he was using to jam into the water and pull back up. Every time he pulled up empty he’d mutter another curse, then move to the side and try again. You and Peeta watch him fish up three nicely-sized fish, and with each one he turned and tossed them into a woven basket set on the ground nearby.

“Steal or?” Peeta’s voice was whispering, trying his best to minimize the noise. Due to this, he was pressed close to your side, his mouth near your ear. You contemplate his question. If you stole it and ran, he’d likely give chase. With that fishing spear, which he seems to wield competently, then he could likely reach you from farther than you’re likely to reach with just your small knife. Likewise, the same if you decided to fight. The best course of action could be a distraction since there are two of you and one of him.

“Why does he need so many fish?” You couldn’t help asking the question before it even crossed your mind, and you tried to think of a reason why, after at least three fish, he still stood there and tried to catch yet another one. “Is he not alone?”

“I don’t see anyone. If he isn’t alone then now would be the best chance we have.”

“I don’t want you to have to kill another tribute.” You felt Peeta’s hand rest against your upper arm, then as he pulls you lean into it, falling against his chest.

“Then I won’t.”

“It can’t be that easy, Peeta.”

“We can just steal it and run, no harm no foul.”

“He’d give chase. If something happened- if either of us were in danger- then you would kill him.” He remained quiet and you sighed, watching the boy catch yet another fish to add to the pile. “You said so yourself earlier.”

“And I meant it,” Peeta mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. “But if you don’t want me to kill him then I won’t.”

“That’s not what I said,” You sighed, leaning your head backwards against his shoulder. “I don’t want you to have to kill him. If it comes down to it, I’d rather you kill him than risk yourself.” You could feel Peeta’s chuckles against your back.

“You’re kinda giving me mixed signals here, Y/N.”

“Well, maybe there’s a way we can steal them without him even noticing.”

“I think he’d notice if his dinner disappeared.”

“Before he noticed.”

You both raised your heads at the same time, studying the boy across the way. An idea pops into your head, and you tense up against Peeta. Slowly he slid his arms around your shoulders, pulling you back more and making it more visible that he was holding you. You couldn’t see his face, but he was tensing slowly too.

“I had a thought.”

“Me too,” You admitted quietly, hesitantly. Peeta waited a moment before leaning down into your ear.

“If we make a spectacle of this then we can gain sponsors. He’s small, and he’ll need to die eventually anyway.” You turn your head toward his, finally meeting his serious eyes.

“I had the same thought, but slightly different.” You bit your lip, leaning close to his ear sensually, “If we played up our relationship, and took him out together, then the sponsors might go crazy for that.” You back up to meet his eyes again, seeing the hesitancy that you felt earlier.

“Do you think you could do that?”

“Can you?”

You both waited for the other pin to drop, but nothing else came to mind. Making a spectacle over killing a boy seemed so heartless, so unthinkable. How would you even go about that? On the other hand, you both were probably already known for your caring nature. If you went against something like that, would they see through the obvious ploy?

“So, what? Go out there and laugh? Joke around with each other?” His eyebrows drew further and further downward, finally shaking his head. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Trade,” You whisper, turning to look at him again. “We could always just go out there, ask for some of the food. Maybe offer something in trade. If he accepts, then we’ll have what we were looking for anyway. If he refuses and tries to attack, then we just fight back- that’s when we’d play up our relationship. How dare he attack the other.”

“Act like we’re not looking to fight?”

“I mean, we’re not.” He raised an eyebrow toward you and you sigh, looking away. “Could just go back to plan A. Steal and run.”

“Plan B, fight and make a spectacle,” Peeta continues as if listing off options. You decide to finish it.

“Plan C, ask for a trade.”

“They all seem plausible. Could even do them all. C, A, B.”

“Plan cab. Perfect.” The sarcasm was evident in your tone, but you felt Peeta shrug against you. You sigh again, looking back at him.

“I can ask-”

“You’re not going there alone.” He stares into your eyes for a few moments, and you could hear a cheer coming from the boy a bit away from you. You both look over to see him hauling up a huge fish, watching it flop back and forth. The boy almost loses grip on his spear from the effort of the fish, but eventually lands it on the grass next to his woven basket. You use this opportunity, pushing to stand and exiting the brush. He doesn’t notice you when you exit, nor does he notice as you begin to approach. Even standing ten feet away he seems too enamoured with the fish he had caught- one of those piranha mutts that had followed you and Peeta down the river. “Excuse me?”

  The boy jumps up quickly, trying to swing his spear to face you, however he hadn’t anticipated the spear still being stuck to the fish. His hands slip and he loses grip on his spear, the wooden stick waving slightly in the air before remaining upright, still stuck in the giant fish on the ground. “Who are you? Don’t come any closer!”

“Don’t worry,” You heard Peeta behind you, and turn to see him only a step behind you. You take a step back to stand next to him, taking his hand in yours. He smiles briefly at you before looking imploringly toward the boy. “We’re not here to kill you. We’ll leave all that to the careers but-”

“Go away then!” The boy yanks his spear out finally, taking a step back and aiming the sharp bit toward you.

“But,” You continue, glancing down at his basket and then back to him, “We’re hungry. We’re not good at fishing like you. We could offer you something in trade-”

“No!” The boy yelled out, jabbing the spear toward you. He was still a good few feet back, but he was trying his best to look intimidating. “These fish are mine! I need them!”

“All of them?” Peeta asks, attempting a small step forward with his free hand held out in submission, “Toby, listen. Just a few. Three, that’s all.”

“Get back!” Toby lunges forward and you pull Peeta quickly back by his hand, though Toby still ended up nowhere near him. You took a breath, looking around the area quickly. Looking back at Toby, you see him doing the same.

“We can trade-”

“Get back or I’ll send my friends after you!” You hesitate at that, watching Peeta immediately scan the area more thoroughly.

“Friends?”

“The careers! I’ll send them after you!”

“You’re friends with the careers? Which one?” As Peeta speaks his eyes are constantly scanning around the two of you, even turning around to watch your back.

“With the- with…” The boy trails off, the tip of his spear dipping before he realizes it. Lifting it back toward you, he growls out, “It doesn’t matter! They’ll let me in with this haul of food and then they’ll protect me. From you!”

“Do you really think the careers need food?” You remember back to the previous Hunger Games you were forced to watch. Anyone who managed to capture the cornucopia had almost an endless supply of food. “They have all they need, they’re not going to want-”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“Look Toby,” Peeta begins again, locking eyes with the boy and trying that small step forward again. “We just want to make a deal. You can fish up more, we’ll leave and you won’t have to see us again.”

It looked as if Peeta’s words finally struck something in Toby as the boy paused, looking at the two of you with a peculiar look. You were hesitant, trying to pull Peeta back toward you but he wouldn’t listen, instead taking a step to the side to half-block your form. When Toby finally speaks he’s quiet, as if only just speaking to himself. “No, you’re right. If you leave I won’t see you again. You’ll be watching and waiting to ambush me and I won’t see you coming.” There was silence, a stillness that lasted for much too long. Then, action.

Toby had lunged forward again, this time far enough to possibly stab through Peeta. Peeta had, instead, let go of your hand and dodged to the side, shouldering Toby to knock him down. He caught himself and turned to face Peeta, and you finally were able to spur yourself into action. The knife that had been in your hand this whole time- you had practically forgotten about it, like an extension of your arm- slid into a firmer grip as you raised it up.

“Peeta!” You call out loudly, shooting a desperate look over to him. You could see the recognition in his eyes, how you were playing it up for the cameras before you finally lock back on Toby and pounced toward him. “Get away from him!” Toby didn’t anticipate your actions, scrambling to swing his spear toward you. By the time he managed to aim it in your direction, you were close enough that his long spear was practically useless. You swiped your knife against his arms, his chest, anything you could reach. He kept pushing against you, eventually managing to kick a foot out and trip you backwards.

You gain your bearings in time to see Toby standing above you, spear aimed at your throat. You hear your name called, then watch as Peeta full-body tackles Toby to the side. You sit up quickly, seeing the two of them wrestle around on the ground nearby the river. This was coming alarmingly close to what had happened earlier, and you weren’t willing to let Peeta fall into the river again. You jumped up as quickly as you could, walking over to watch the wrestling. Toby finally drops his spear to the side to grab both hands on Peeta, attempting to push him off. That was your chance.

“Don’t you dare hurt my love!” You reach down and snatch the spear, watching as it seems neither boy had heard your shout. You aim, then wait for the right moment, which was difficult with Peeta wrestling on top of him. Toby manages to free a hand, throwing a punch across Peeta’s face. Certainly not the worst he’s been hurt, but you call out anyway. “Peeta!” You reach forward to place a hand on his shoulder, and he immediately jumps back off of Toby. You step forward, placing the tip of the spear against his throat.

Your face falls. This was it, the moment you would have to kill someone on purpose. Sure, you had done it once before on accident. But- this was cold blood. Damn it all. “I’m sorry,” You couldn’t help but whisper as you pressed it in deeper.

“Y/N,” You heard whispered behind you, Peeta placing his hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to-”

“He hurt you Peeta,” You interrupted, emotion colouring your voice. You didn’t even have to try and conjure them by thinking something else, you didn’t want to be in this situation in the first place. Tears began springing to your eyes. “He said it himself, he could follow us and ambush us when we don’t notice.”

“I can do it, Y/N, just give me the spear,” Peeta continues in a quiet voice, walking up behind you and reaching his arms around your form. His arms followed yours, and if this were some other time or some other universe it might be him showing you how to do something, telling you to follow his movements. But here, right now, he was trying to take the spear from you to kill the boy himself.

Toby lay there, frightened and wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights. You gulp, raising the spear up slowly. You acted as if you were handing the spear to him, but you watched Toby carefully. His eyes flicked to the spear, to your legs, then back up to you. When you lifted the spear enough, Toby threw out a kick. You had been expecting it, having firmed your stance, but Peeta hadn’t. Peeta was tripped, falling backwards away from you, and you tightened your hold on the spear and drove it downward.

The image of the spear piercing his throat would stay locked in your mind forever. The blood pooled around the stick, the gurgling sound as he tried to breathe. You covered your mouth and backed away, tears falling from your eyes. Turning, panicking, you search for Peeta. He was mid-stand as you turn, standing and rushing to take you into his arms. He pulls you against his chest, petting your hair. “Sh, it’ll be okay.”

“I did it, I killed him.” Your statement was proven by the sound of a cannon in the air, making you visibly flinch.

“Y/N,” Peeta spoke your name softly, and then you could feel him take a deep breath. He was bracing himself. He slowly pulled you back, ducking his head to meet your eyes. “Did you-” He bit his lip, and you would’ve tried to help him along if you knew what he was trying to ask. “Did you call me love earlier?” You widened your eyes for the show, eyes darting around anywhere but at him.

“I-I-”

“Do you love me?” You take a deep breath, meeting his eyes. You slowly raise your hands to cup his cheeks, talking low so it felt like it was only for him, though loud enough for whatever bugs were around to hear.

“Of course I love you Peeta. More than the Capital loves their tributes.” He smiles wide and bright, then pulls you forward.

Oh. He was kissing you. This certainly wasn’t your first kiss- having had that back in the cave (or wherever you had been during those memories you don’t have)- but it certainly wasn’t a kiss to scoff at. He had taken hold of your cheeks and pulled you close, kissing as if this was the last chance he would get. It was intense, and even if you knew he was just playing this up for the cameras, you decided to enjoy it anyway. He certainly seemed to be.

“Gross,” You hear next to you, and you break apart with a gasp, turning to look. Rue stood there next to you, trying to hold back a grin and she looks between you and Peeta. You glance briefly to meet Peeta’s eyes before finally turning and running toward Rue.

“Oh, Rue! I’m so glad you’re safe!” You call out, falling to your knees to hug her close to yourself. You turn your head to bury in her hair, whispering softly, “We were playing it up for the sponsors. They’re watching.” Backing up, you place your hands on either side of her own face. It felt almost as if you were in your mother’s place, looking down at the eyes of innocence. Rue’s face fell instantly, and you worried for a moment that you had done something wrong.

“Oh, Y/N!” Rue jumped forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders, but talking almost louder than necessary. “I was so worried when he jabbed that spear at you! Don’t ever leave me again!” You felt Rue bury her head in your neck, then felt vibrations shake her body. Was she laughing?

“We have a good haul, at least,” Peeta calls out, walking over in front of you and dropping the basket. “We should probably take this somewhere else to cook, but we finally have food for Rue.”

“Good,” You respond, nodding up toward him. “I was worried.” Rue pulled back, wiping her face as if wiping away tears- though you saw nothing glistening on her cheeks.

“Did you grab that- that really big one? It was huge!”

“Yeah,” You began instead, looking up at Peeta, then over to Rue, “I don’t know exactly how healthy those things would be for us. Those were the mutts that were chasing Peeta and me earlier.”

“Oh-”

“It’s fine though, there’s plenty enough here for us. Honestly, if there were any more I think it’d just go to waste. Would spoil before we could get to it.”

“You’re right though,” You stood, taking Rue’s hand. You watch Peeta lean down, picking up the basket and wielding the fishing spear in his other hand. “We should find someplace else to cook those.”

#peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark #gender neutral reader #tribute reader #rue hunger games #rue barnette #oc: toby #the hunger games #fanfiction #also posted on archive of our own #ever in our favour #in the arena

[miraclesabound]

Homestead

Summary: Death comes to collect her evening appointments on August 29th. Also available on AO3.

Pairing: Bill/Frank (The Last of Us)

Note: This idea of Death from “The Sandman” coming to take Bill and Frank “home” occurred to me, and when I mentioned it to @blueeyesatnight, she did the tumblr chat version of flailing her arms in glee/fury and told me I had to do it. If you have complaints, she deserves at least partial blame.

Warnings: Death, suicide, mention of war crimes, spoilers for episode 3 of course.

Tags: @blueeyesatnight, @oonajaeadira, @joelmillerscoffeemug, @flightlessangelwings, @writeforfandoms, @morpheus-helm​

Death will admit, if asked, that she’s slightly surprised to be coming back to Lincoln, Massachusetts after all this time. The last time she was here, there was only one remaining life in the town - the others had either succumbed to the cordyceps outbreak or been murdered by those FEDRA jackboots. (Jackboots, she thinks to herself - what a perfect but horrific word for those thugs.) She’d expected to returned for the last Lincoln citizen quickly, but it’s been twenty years now. She’d figured he must have moved on.

Instead, she’s charmed to see that while the town is quiet, it’s been maintained. There are no streetlights to fight the dark of night, but she can see clearly - someone has continued to pour love into this place.

As she approaches the house where her appointment is, she can feel the presences of two hearts - not just one. This part she’d known about - it’s her first double pick-up in some time.

Bill and Frank are in their bedroom, lying curled in each other’s arms. Their eyes are fluttering shut, but Bill notices the stranger in their room first. “...I dunno who you are, but you’re too late,” he slurs, the drugs already slowing his heart.

“Actually, I pride myself on my punctuality, Bill,” Death says. “Do you know me?”

That wave of recognition that she sees so often appears on Bill’s face. “Oh...I see.” He looks briefly panicked. “Are you here just for me?”

Death shakes her head. “I’m here for you both.”

Bill starts to sit up, and Frank groans at his side: “Babe, don’t let go, you promised...”

“I’m not letting go.” Bill helps Frank sit as well so he can see their guest. “A friend is here.”

Frank has the same epiphany Bill does when he looks in Death’s eyes, but in contrast to Bill, he smiles at her. “Ma’am, it’s good of you to come make a personal visit of it.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Death says. “Your town, your house, all of it - it’s lovely.”

“We did our best with it,” Frank tells her. His expression falls slightly. “I...don’t suppose we could see it one last time?”

“Of course,” Death says. “Follow me.” It doesn’t occur to Bill and Frank until they’re down the stairs that neither of them are having trouble walking.

--

It’s a beautiful night, and the three of them take their time walking back and forth on Main Street. The guys ask if Joel and Tess are ok, and while they’re saddened by hearing of Tess’s passing, Death tells them the truth - that Tess went bravely, and that Joel isn’t due in her ledger for a good long time.

The boutique door is still open, and while Frank and Bill are happy to stay in their wedding suits, Frank insists that Death try something on for herself. She agrees, knowing that this isn’t a delaying tactic on his or Bill’s part. Several items catch her eye, but the one that truly calls to her is an old black top hat. Frank chuckles when she puts it on - it looks absolutely fetching on top of her curls.

However, the expedition must draw to an end, and it’s actually Bill who suggests that they should be moving along. “I told you I was satisfied,” he says when Frank asks him. “And besides, we’ve left the note for Joel. He’ll know what to do.”

The group walks to the fence, passing through it without having to activate the switch. Bill takes a last look behind him. “It really was something,” he admits. “I hope someone else can make a home out of it.”

“I’ll bet they do,” Death says. “Come here, you two.” Bill and Frank take each other’s hands, and then she wraps them in her mighty wings.

#the last of us #the last of us spoilers #the sandman #death of the endless #bill x frank #bill and frank #bill and frank tlou

[tangerinesunflowerlove]

Cinnamon girl

Synopsis : We once were together, kind of. But there's nothing left. My "goodbye forever" letter.

Genre : Angst

Warnings : slight nsfw references but very very subtle

Word count : 1,04 k

Published : May 2023

A/N : Inspired by the song Cinnamon Girl – Lana del Rey and by the argument between Laurie and Jo (just a sentence) in Little Women (2019’s film adaptation) -> Careful if you click on the link, you might be spoiled

I was at a bakery today. I was trying to decide which pastry I should buy when a cinnamon roll caught my eye. The light brown delicacy was as big as my fist and the sugar icing was dripping from the sides. The ground cinnamon on top shined like glitters under the artificial lights of the place.

I couldn’t help but be reminded of you, of your cinnamon chapstick and its taste on my teeth after your kisses. And when I thought this feeling of nostalgia couldn’t get deeper in my throat, I heard your laughter.

I first thought I was imagining it but I think I might be hated by the gods above. Because when I turned my head towards the sound, I saw you. You just walked in. You were glowing. You looked sun-kissed even though it was raining all week.

You didn’t notice me. Or if you did, you acted like you didn’t. You were smiling. Your cheekbones have never been this high, the dimples in your cheek were deeper than ever and your eyes were surrounded by friendly lines. You were looking at him like he was your entire world, like I once was.

While your eyes were filled with hearts, mine were filled with tears. My mind was flooded with memories of you. Of the softness of your skin, the heat of your body, the plumpness of your lips against mine.

I had to get out of here. So I ran, like always. I kept my head low as I was heading toward the door. Did you hear the bell ring when I exited the place ?

Back at home, I mechanically pulled paper and a pen out of my desk’s drawer. Now I’m writing you this letter. I know that you will never read it. I will never send it. I just have to write down my feelings. There’s things I want to say to you but I’ll just let you live.

Do you remember how we met ? I do. It is as clear as the sky on this day. I was in the park, reading, when you asked me the name of my book. Surprised, I answered hesitantly. We started talking like we hadn’t just met. I saw your gaze drop to my lips frequently, and I did the same. I ended up in your house, in your arms and that’s how my most wonderful nightmare started.

Through rose-colored glasses, we spend night after night together. Soon these sleepless times became morning, then lunch. And without noticing, I spent all my free time with you, in the cocoon that was your house.

Do you remember this one night, when we talked about my past ? I told you that if you hold me without hurting me, you’ll be the first who ever did. This night, you promised me you’ll never hurt me and I heard by the delicacy of your kiss on my head that you only wanted to love me.

Until this perfect little glass that separated us from the outside world shattered. You wanted more and too quickly. You wanted to call me yours, to scream it to the world. I wasn’t ready, I couldn’t put a label on us. Did we absolutely have to put a name on us ? I regret these times, when everything was perfect and simple.

What do you remember most about you and me ? I bet that at the top of all those memories, there’s this dreadful day, our last argument, our last conversation and your last words to me. I remember them too, very well. You told me, word for word :

“You can’t just show up at my door when you won’t let me put a toe in your house. You can’t just kiss me and act like we don’t know each other when you’re out. I love you, you know I’ll never hurt you purposely but I can’t be the only one trying to make whatever we have work. We can’t sneak out and share moments in a closet and then go on like nothing happened, not anymore. I’m tired of acting like I don’t know you. I want to take you out, to pick you up when you need, to put my hand on your waist, to kiss you anytime and anywhere. I want the world to know that I love you.

I stopped eating strawberries because you didn’t like the taste on my lips when we kissed. I stopped smoking because the smell made you want to throw up. I gave up everything you didn’t like, and I’m happy I did. But I need to know where we are going, what this relationship is. I can't go on without telling you this.”

And I just stood there, wordless, not knowing what to do. I left and you didn’t chase after me.

I know I was wrong. I kept you at arms length but out of the way of my heart. Close enough to let you graze me but also far enough for me to not get attached and hurt.

Do you regret meeting me ? I hurt you, badly. I truly am sorry. But if I could do it again, I’ll meet you. You showed me what it was like to be loved unconditionally, healthily.

Time will heal everything there is to heal. While waiting for it to do that, I can now just look at you from afar. I truly wish you happiness because that’s what love makes you do, you taught it to me.

I know it's too late to say it but I love you. I do, I sincerely do but deep down, we both know I’m not the one, not your one and only. We don’t want the same things in life. I miss you. I think a part of me always will. But thank you for everything you taught me, thank you for everything you are.

The flames are consuming the paper. Each word is erased, one by one. While watching the letter burn, I can now just hope that my feelings burn at the same time. I wonder if it’s better to have an ice-cold heart or ashes of it.

#angst prompt #sad #lana del rey #cinnamon girl #argument #x reader #oneshot #gender neutral reader #angst #breakup #heartbreak #short story #gn reader #reader insert #angst romance

[blondrichclosetwitch]

This was yesterday’s day time list takeaways:

Leave the key here

I should have just turned around and ran

Love you like a lap dog

I'll be watching for you, too

I'll be watching you

I'll sing the same old song, hear me call your name

Once I had a little game 11:11

I liked to crawl back into my brain

I think you know the game I mean

I mean the game called 'Go Insane'

Now you should try this little game

Release control, we're breaking through

I think this place is full of spies

Sorry I missed you I had a secret meeting in the basement of my brain 11:11

See my name on the wall

My kind of town, chicago is

She waits

Silently

Patiently

For the key to his mind

Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin' pussy

Bow down, pray to God, hopin' that he's listenin'

I'm a ghost In these killing fields

Let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman

Screams in the dark, evil lurks

Activate my hate

Some say the game is all corrupt and fucked in this shit

I try to deny, but you see the pills in my eyes

I tell her that I'm high, but she don't seem surprised

anxiety at a stoplight

Hard to think, easy to cry, that's how I know something's not right

I learned I was a Liar; one more time around might do it 11:36 (paying attention to 11:36 will teach you a lot about what went down)

I bet you, she's the one

Who helped you, come undone

She's changed you, in every way

We surrender, lose control

So now you, lived a mystery

You stumble, before you fall

Won't be the last time

it's on her way

The red light

Somebody's got to pay

Those changes she put you through

We surrender, lose control

Love's a viper, steals your soul

“I mean what I write.”

I just been fantasizing

Spank me slap me choke me bite me I can give a fuck about what your wifey sayin

Ghost arrives at its bitter end

I hit the city

Givin' him paranoia

I can't imagine what you might try

Guess you one of my vices

Betrayed by the one who says she loves you by the one who says she needs you above all other men

I’m exposed

High On a cloud where you are

Ronan—sobfest

Starve without your skeleton key

I do not want what I have got

Speak at once while taking turns

Hate your enemies

Save, save your friends

Find, find your place

Speak, speak the truth

It's not like I can feel you still 12:12

“waves

That close

On a world

That will never return again” (the biggest gasp)

I love you too

was the king of my nights

And the darkness with the radio playin' low

The secrets that we shared

The years rolled out, I found myself alone

Surrounded by strangers I thought were my friends

It took all I own

Guess I lost my way

Oh, there were so many roads

The echoes slow, and there she stands 12:31

Cause if you want to hurt me

You're doing really well my dear

Now every one of us was made to suffer

Every one of us was made to weep

But we've been hurting one another

And now the pain has cut too deep

So take me from the wreckage

Save me from the blast

I can't keep on walking on broken glass (again with the broken glass)

Coke measuring, yes my dear shits official, the kids, the dog, everybody dying, no lying

I spit phrases that’ll thrill you you’re nobody ‘til somebody kills you

[ressjeon]

game over | jjk (m)

🎮 pairing: jungkook x reader

🎮 summary: you might not be a gamer but that won't stop your competitive side from wanting to defeat your boyfriend in this new game that you're both currently obsessing with. it's just a matter of time until one of you gives up but Jungkook can’t help wondering if it will be you or him.

🎮 rating: 18+

🎮 genre/au: streamer/gamer!au, established relationship, fluff, smut (pwp?)

🎮 word count: 5k

🎮 warnings/content: edging/orgasm control, masturbation, praise kink, hair pulling, semi-clothed sex?, fellatio, slight rimming, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (through hearing), use of lube (jk’s big that’s why), switch dynamics 

a/n: surprise ig lmao i didn’t mean for it to be jaykay but @knjsnoona​ sent me something months ago and that became an inspo for this 💀. thank you to my big sissy @hisunshiine​ for this cute banner (where i pestered her a lot 🤣). this is for the Bangtan DLC: A Streamer BTS Collab hosted by the sweetest @joonminshua​ & @kookskingdom​ 💗

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You look so beautiful from where he is, face full of concentration on the game in front of you that he can’t help but coo at how cute you are.

Jungkook’s currently preparing snacks for both of you since he just finished his streaming. It’s been hours since he did and you’ve been hounding him to turn over the console to you so he finally let you take over. It’s also because you keep insisting that he should give you more time with the console seeing as you’re at a disadvantage because you’re not a gamer like him.

“i really have no talent in this” you huff in frustration but it just made him smile.

He’s still quite touched that you’re trying to engage yourself in one of his hobbies as a way for you to get to know him better and deepen your relationship with him. The same scrunch on your eyebrows is still on like before and Jungkook grins as he comes nearer to you, placing the bowl of snacks on the table but you never even spared it a glance.

“baby, come eat”

“stop distracting me!”

Jungkook just chuckles as he sits beside you and you wonder what he's planning next. You two have been on this competitive streak on who can win the most rounds while betting on who’ll give in first. Whoever loses will not only pay for all the dates but will also do all the chores so that's why you've been doing your best to compete against your skilled boyfriend.

When Jungkook first met you, he didn't think that you’d have a competitive side when it comes to gaming because you have never been interested in it. He didn’t mind it at all because you have a lot of other hobbies that occupy a lot of your time too. But after you started dating, you soon expressed interest in his hobby, trying your best to learn it despite telling Jungkook how hard it is.

It isn't that you're lazy to do all the chores or you lack money to pay for all the dates. You're more than happy to do those things for Jungkook because you love him and you both divide all the housework and fees every time. You care more about your gaming skills because you’re still not confident with it, sure you’ve been practicing but unlike Jungkook who’s very gifted in everything that he does, you're a bit of the opposite.

This is why now you’ve been putting all your focus on the screen in front of you. No distractions so far but Jungkook’s half-naked body. You won't falter though even when he’s now using your other weakness aside from him.

Food.

You're a bit hungry from trying to interrupt him earlier but you can’t just leave this ongoing match. The food combo with his bare chest is already straying your thoughts away from the game and Jungkook currently acts like you didn’t tease the shit out of him earlier, that's why you’ve been very suspicious. He’s quite clever on ways to get back at you which usually results in you not realizing what’s happening until he already tricked you into doing whatever he planned.

This whole thing started when Jungkook started paying less attention to you than usual. You’ve always supported him with his hobby especially since he’s a streamer as well, with constant online schedules where he’s barely off from his PC and when the times that he is, he’s on-call planning gaming strategies with his close friends who are in the same league as him.

You let him be most of the time since he still gives you time when he can. Though sometimes, it just annoys you that he still chooses to play when you wanna go out to have outdoor dates with him. So then you decide to do the same, ignoring him when he tries to spend time with you, giving him the excuse that you need to finish the book you’re reading because the next instalment is coming up.

Jungkook then suggested doing this challenge to solve this growing distance between the two of you. He noticed when you started acting differently towards him and he’s been feeling scared that it’ll only get worse which is why he’s giving you more attention in the scope of this competition between the two of you. He hopes that this bonding will fix this situation, a small one, yes, but he doesn’t care how dramatic he’s been.

.

“...shit..” a surprising moan comes out from you when you flick your swollen bud, startling yourself at how aroused you are already when you're supposed to seduce Jungkook while he’s currently on another match with his friends.

It isn't one of the sounds that you intentionally make to distract him, hoping that he’ll turn his head towards you when you moan his name. It’s a genuine one from you trying to relieve yourself when your boyfriend's too busy to do so.

Here you are currently lying on your back on Jungkook's bed, both of your legs propped up on your chest though now you're struggling to balance them when they’re starting to cramp. You don’t change your position though, closing your eyes while you continue pumping your fingers inside your walls, alternating from scissoring them and going deeper to find that sweet spot but your fingers are just different from the long and thick ones that Jungkook has.

"fuck baby..so swollen.. can see how wet it is from here”

Your eyes open after hearing his slurred words, turning your head to the side to catch him finally looking in your direction from his gaming chair. His eyes are hooded, looking hungrily at your folds that you’re starting to question if you’ve only been hearing things earlier because of the pleasure. Your plan is to only turn him on with your moans but your random position somehow accidentally gave him a very delicious view of your cunt.

“want some?” you breathlessly ask him, fingers collecting your wetness before extending your arm at him as an invitation. Your playful tone and the little quirk that appeared on your lips snap him out of his trance, adjusting himself as he sits up to compose himself.

“nice try babe” Jungkook retracts with a chuckle, shaking his head while poking the insides of his cheek, a smirk plastered on his lips as he faces back to his computer screen. You're sneaky but it's hard for Jungkook to resist you, he's already hard from hearing you moan his name which didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.

You huff in return, initially a little annoyed at him resisting you when you're basically naked while touching yourself on his bed. The smug smile on his face reminds you that you're still in this bet and you're annoyed how you almost forgot about it.

Fine, you’ll try another way.

One where he’ll surely regret putting you in this misery.

That may be dramatic but your mind’s only focused on your next task as you approach him in his gaming chair. You’re only wearing Jungkook’s button-up shirt and nothing else, barely wearing anything actually since this game between you started. You both have tried many ways to distract one another, mainly through seducing one another but no one has given up yet.

And you’re about to change that.

Jungkook’s attention shifts from his screen towards you who’s now kneeling in front of him. You’re looking at him mischievously, eyes lingering at his hard on before looking back at his anticipated face.

Fuck. He’s been reminding himself to never forget this damn bet that now he’s starting to regret suggesting before. He can never resist you and he’s been trying his best to not give in even if all he wants to do is fuck your brains out for being so sexy like this.

“..jungkookie..”

You purr while running your hands on his thick thighs that have your essence still between your fingers and he flinches when you rub them. A smile appears on your lips when his eyes remain on your fingers before turning back to the screen, now unfocused. He doesn’t answer you still and so you start palming his already hardening bulge, coaxing a grunt from him which he had to cover up when one of his teammates asks.

Jungkook’s still not looking at you, he can’t though he should’ve stopped the moment your ministrations are starting to affect him. He’s not sure if you’re still annoyed at him for ignoring you but he didn’t answer earlier because he’s skeptical that his friends will hear him moaning out loud just in case you do something. He shouldn't have done that because now you’re gripping his hard length already, it’s been aching since he heard your delicious moans earlier.

That’s why he’s not stopping you when you begin tugging at the waistband of his sweats, cursing at himself for not wearing anything under which causes the grin on your face to widen. His cock almost slaps your face after you pull down his sweats, giggling when he tries to lift his hips up to remove it fully but you insist on keeping it on him halfway.

You hum, wrapping your hands around his twitching length while observing his labouring breaths before you start pumping him slowly. He takes a sharp inhale when your thumb circles his leaking tip, his hips bucking into your hand which makes you laugh at his eagerness. You were going to tease him further, waiting for him to beg or even just a whimper but you beat him to it when you lower your head down and finally wrap your mouth around his cock.

A small groan comes out from him, throwing his head back as he closes his eyes.

“don’t turn off your mic kookie” you tut when you catch what he’s about to do.

Jungkook whispers out a “fuck” before his hand leaves the switch from his headset, bringing it back to the keyboard to continue his game. You’re surprised that he followed your instructions but it could just be because of his desperation to get off. Well, he’s been a good boy so far but you couldn’t just let him get away from ignoring you for so long..

You swallow him deeper until his tip reaches the back of your throat, making him moan out loud to the mic. That makes you smile around his cock after coming back up because his friends surely know what he's in right now. His other hand comes down before he pulls it back when you pinch his thigh, a warning for him to not touch you yet.

“yeah my girl’s blowing me rn, fuck off”

Jungkook responds without shame, proud even so you continue bobbing your head up and down, your tongue keeps swirling on the underside of his dick when you hear the commotion on the other side of his mic after his moans become louder. Hearing his friends’ comments about how lucky he is to have you warms your heart and it almost makes you forget about your plan for him.

“j-just focus on the game, i've been doing my part!" he pleads to his teammates desperately. "i can’t lose this one—shit”

One of your hands cups his tightening balls and Jungkook swears that he could cum right then. He's been itching to grasp your head or touch you anywhere but your piercing eyes looking straight at him are stopping him from doing so. He knows that look and judging with the way your touches have been rougher on him, you're not gonna let him cum anytime soon.

“breathe baby”

You chuckle at Jungkook's current state, noticing how tense he's been since you started playing with him. It's so adorable seeing him trying his best to not cum while playing the game when you've edged him for a while now. He's all sweaty from holding himself to not give up and beg, not even caring that his friends are hearing all of his moans and yours too.

“babe—y/n..please” he takes a deep breath with each word, mouthing the last one when he feels himself nearing the edge for the nth time. Jungkook lost count on how many times you stopped him from cumming, his sole focus is to try and win this round. You’re definitely not making this easier but there's no way he'll lose from this early on, not even because of you.

But his chances are gone now that you’ve unbuttoned the shirt that you're wearing, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Your nipples are perked already and all he wants right now is to squeeze those inviting breasts of yours.

You hear the final click from Jungkook's mouse and he is smiling in relief that his team won this round before throwing his head back as he grips the sidearms of his gaming chair.

He's almost there..fuckfuck but suddenly your mouth and hands leave him, prompting him to whine pathetically, hips bucking up in the air with the lost sensation. He won the game but you still didn't let him cum. No reward from you unlike he expected so now he knows he really fucked up ignoring you earlier.

“well done kookie and congrats boys”

You smirk on Jungkook’s mic while you caress his face, pushing away his hair that's sticking into his forehead, ignoring his needy eyes trying to catch yours until he releases a whimper.

Taehyung: what the fuck you little shit!

Jimin: damn that was so hot..

“yeah, yeah i'm the luckiest. i gotta go”

Jungkook immediately turns off the PC before turning to you but you're faster than him as you walk away from his gaming area, pulling off what you're wearing completely. Your fully naked body taunts him as you walk towards your own bedroom.

“baby, you're really going to leave me with blue balls?”

He whines, calling out to you desperately but you ignore him. You almost gave in earlier when he did those puppy eyes again that's why you blasted instantly. You usually can resist him but needy Jungkook is different. That side of him makes you weak that all you can think of is to do whatever he asks so that's why you're staying away from him for now.

.

Jungkook had been trying to corner you since you left him but you’ve been very good at avoiding him at all cost. Focusing on the matches helped but after many rounds, his crotch is aching more and more. So he relieved himself a little, intentionally touching his cock outside your room so you can clearly hear him begging for you but you didn't even budge. He’s hoping that you’d come out and punish him at least but you didn’t even say anything from behind the door.

He did everything already, deciding on luring you with your favourite food instead but you still won't come out.

But he’s going to make you. He’s always loved a challenge and you’re aware of that so you should be ready.

You’ve succeeded in avoiding Jungkook by staying in your own room for the majority of yesterday but today you have to go out and restock your mini-fridge. The both of you could’ve shared a room since you’re together anyways but the two of you decided to have individual rooms since you both have many hobbies and needed more space. Jungkook has his gaming, art and sports paraphernalia with the several teams he’s in while you have the same amount of things from your music equipment plus your room’s kind of like a mini dance studio too since you’ve installed glass mirrors on one side of the wall.

Taking a bath on your own seems weird because you’re so used to Jungkook joining you. Though it takes too long for you both to finish every shower session for obvious reasons, you enjoy his company and you lowkey miss it a bit today, almost calling him in earlier to join you. Screw this silly bet but you’ve come this far and still won’t lose to him. And besides, you’re starting to enjoy gaming, perhaps you’ll finally join him in his hobby.

You were almost done with your morning routine and you just finished shaving your crotch area in preparation for the beach day you planned with the girls this weekend when you hear the sound of another match starting on the screen.

the fuck!

Running towards the edge of your bed, you grab your gaming console immediately, ignoring that you’re only wearing a thin sports bra as you're instantly on your stomach to continue the game that you almost missed. There's only one culprit here and you aren't sure how he managed to get in quietly to sabotage your tournament without you hearing him. He couldn’t possibly use the spare key just for this…right?

Jungkook instantly leaves your room as soon as he starts the game on your screen, giddy at how your reaction is going to be. He was trying to contain his laugh but couldn't stop them after hearing you scream in frustration. Jungkook meant for you to miss it not only because of the bet but because he’s getting a bit worried about how you're seriously taking this competition between you two. He barely sees you around the house anymore even though you both have never left since this whole thing started.

You both were very prepared for it, shopping for groceries and other necessities beforehand and even informing your friends that you’ll be doing something important this week. This surprised Jungkook because you actually cancelled going out with your friends which you never do unless it’s necessary. So this is actually a big deal to you just like it is to him. 

Jungkook opened the door expecting to see you in your annoyed face, focusing on the screen to maintain your streak. He plans to tease how you’re gonna finally lose against him.

But the sight that welcomed him made him stop in his tracks.

You're half-naked on your bed. Only in your pastel criss crossed sports bra and he can clearly see your juicy ass from where he’s standing. Like he's being hypnotized by your body, he starts walking closer to you until he reaches the edge of the bed.

You feel the mattress dip from someone sitting behind you yet you never acknowledge Jungkook. You're still pissed at him for practically cheating on this bet. The agreement was to only distract each other, not something like where you could've potentially lost the tournament if you weren't fast enough.

“baby..”

He starts but you brush him aside. You didn't even mean to play half-naked but you had no other choice because you had no time to put on the rest of your clothes. It’s getting warmer already so you've put all your t-shirts and long sleeves that you could've worn in the laundry. You only have your summer clothes so the timing is working in Jungkook’s favour like it always is.

You’re only left with your sports bra because you were thinking of doing small exercises outside as a break before resuming the game. It isn’t healthy that you’ve been spending most of your time playing on-screen indoors but Jungkook just has to cut your plans short for today.

“so sexy..” he whispers mindlessly, hands starting to roam around the globes of your ass.

You’ve been trying to ignore how his touches are affecting you, focusing solely on the game on the screen and you’re still annoyed at him. The problem is, it’s been 2 days since the last time you fucked each other and you’ve been needing a proper orgasm that only Jungkook can give.

His face comes nearer to your body, hovering over you that you suddenly feel his breath on your bare skin. Jungkook’s hands continue to caress your ass cheeks, admiring your curves in his hands. You haven’t said a word yet but your labouring breaths are giving him a sign that you’re getting riled up.

After a while of his constant teasing, you’re getting impatient for him to do something but you don’t want to be obvious. You can’t just give him a reason to tease you more but Jungkook can read already read you like an open book.

“gonna give up baby?” you taunt him, in hopes of getting what you want but he only hums, both hands sliding up your body, cupping both of your breasts firmly through your bra.

Jungkook continues nosing your skin, breathing in the scent of the soap that he bought for you. It’s his favourite and it became yours too after the first time you used it. He traces your entire body softly and you start to quiver, unconsciously leaning to Jungkook and he smirks against your skin.

“i love your ass..”

You feel him move back and then you hear a bottle cap opening so you wiggle your ass out, eager for him to just do anything at this point. You’re being needy now but before you can even look back at him for a bit, Jungkook’s other hand suddenly grips your hips to steady your moving body.

“but i love your pussy more” he licks a stripe on your newly shaved cunt, lingering on your clit a little to suck it while his hands are busy on something else. It must be the lube that you have on your nightstand because you both have been using it for quickies. You do get wet fast but your boyfriend’s big so foreplay takes a bit longer, that’s why sex has been many times better with the lube.

“Kook..this isn’t p-part of the rules-ohh” a loud moan leaves your mouth when he traces his lube-coated fingers around your outer folds, causing you to hiss at the cold and sticky sensation. Jungkook starts mouthing both of your asscheeks while he spreads his fingers around your cunt until he grazes your swollen clit and starts rubbing it.

What he does next makes your breath hitch, almost missing a hit on your opponent.

Jungkook’s mouth reaches your ass, his tongue dragging from your wet folds to your puckered hole. He prods on it a few times, your hips jerking back to him in response. You whine for him to continue but he chuckles as his mouth leaves you, still teasing by not putting his fingers inside your pussy.

“jungkook..” you whine once again, pushing your ass back to him but he grips your hips tightly for you to stay still. “next time...” he murmurs, pecking your asscheeks and you huff because he’s still teasing.

The game’s almost halfway but you’re torn on where to put your attention. Jungkook knows your body like the back of his hands with how long the both of you have been dating so it’s no surprise when he knows just how to make you squirm under his touch. 

"my baby's getting better at this..i'm proud of you"

Jungkook truly is, you didn’t miss any shot and you’ve been hitting your opponents with precision despite his distractions so now he’s going to show you how proud he is.

"time for your reward babe"

He brings down his sweats and strokes his hard dick with the hand that was fondling your cunt, his wet fingers coated by the lube and your essence making him gasp as he guides his swollen tip to your soaked entrance before he pushes in.

“ohmyfuckk” you moan loudly at the intrusion, his cock stretching you out deliciously that your walls are clenching erratically around him. Jungkook loves doing this to you because he knows you love the feeling of it, being full without his fingers preparing you. He used to hesitate in your early months of dating, the caring person he is, always making sure that you're comfortable at all times.

A deep thrust brings you back currently as Jungkook reaches to the hilt, hips stopping for a moment to relish the familiar feeling of your tightness around him. He tosses his head back while caressing your hips lovingly before he looks down at your arching back.

“see? i didn’t need to prep you love, your pussy's so used to my dick anyways” you hate how he manages to sound romantic despite his filthy words but it gets you going every single time.

“..fuck..” you groan as Jungkook starts moving his hips, slowly at first and the loud squelches echoing around the room are mixing with the sounds from the TV. He loves it, loves hearing how wet you get for him, his beautiful girlfriend acing his hobby at the moment.

One of Jungkook’s hands grabs your criss-cross straps, using them as leverage as he increases the speed of his hips. Your body’s been bouncing back and forth as he guides you to meet his thrusts. You’re grateful as this supports your body because you’ve been slowly going delirious despite doing your best to focus on the game. You take a deep breath and are going back on track when Jungkook delivers a sharp thrust, hitting that spot that makes your vision hazy with all the pleasure you’re already in.

“p-please..shit..” Jungkook smiles after hearing your needy whine, his own moans not missing to match yours. Fuck, since he feels you tightening around him, he keeps hitting the same spot until your body seems to decline on the bed, your head dropping with your moans getting louder.

Jungkook looks up at the screen and notices how you’re losing focus so he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls them up when you almost get hit by your opponent.

“focus”

You shriek at the slight pain on your scalp but you do your best to nod, gripping the controller hard and moving your fingers back as you concentrate on the game once again.

"there, good girl, the best baby" his praise made you clamp around him tighter and Jungkook's lips quirk, knowing very well how much you love hearing him compliment you like this.

It isn't long until you're nearing your end, your legs shaking at the intensity of Jungkook's thrust. You know he's close too, his cock twitching inside you so you start pushing back to meet his thrusts. His other hand snakes between your legs, rubbing your swollen bud as his pace begins to turn sloppy.

Your fingers move frantically, hitting the last member of your rival team in time for the coil breaking in your lower abdomen, closing your eyes shut after seeing the “victory” displayed on the TV screen.

“yesss–ugh” you scream as you reach your climax, dragging your words and slurring more curses as you ride out your high, your upper body flopping to the bed with your one hand dangling on the bed, trying to grip the console to prevent it from dropping to the floor.

“fuck..fuck..baby” Jungkook groans as he reaches his, both hands leaving their previous spot to grip your hips tightly. He sounds so fucking hot, his deep and raspy voice adding to his hurried pounding is making your mind hazier.

“hmm..so good” you moan wantonly, intense pleasure coursing through your whole body. You're helping your boyfriend in riding out his orgasm by moaning more for him, Jungkook does love it when you can't keep quiet while he's fucking you.

“game over y/n” he exclaims breathlessly, his hips rolling slowly while still spilling himself inside you. 

“and i..won” you grin in daze at the warm feeling of his cum, body still quivering even post orgasm as you turn on your lovely boyfriend's amused face.

“congrats babe” Jungkook smiles while biting his lower lip, his eyes still blown out as they meet your playful ones. He turns your body over to face him before leaning closer as he situates his body between your legs without pulling out.

“but you still lost” you tease, running out of breath. The double meaning made you smile in satisfaction. Finally, this bet between you is done and you even won against your skilled gamer boyfriend? now that’s something you can brag about to your girls at your meetup.

“don't care, i can't resist you”

“i know”

“ride me on my next stream?” he pouts, his eyes cutely begging at you.

“you sure you can handle it?” you bit your lip, intentionally clenching around his cock and he hisses.

“doesn't matter since i’ll have your pussy either way..mhmm i love you” Jungkook keeps peppering you with kisses before slowly pulling out, his eyes fixing on the cum oozing out from your sensitive cunt. 

“mhm love y’too..i’m sore” you whine, your eyes slowly dropping paired with a yawn after. You’re truly exhausted with the whole gaming ordeal and the mind-blowing, satisfying sex with your boyfriend. You feel sore everywhere, especially your arms and shoulders that are aching from his brutal fucking but you loved it. Sex has been always great but they've been quick these days because of how occupied the both of you are.

Jungkook finds how adorable you look with how you're suddenly getting sleepy. It’s still endearing to him how you usually get sleepy after showering because it’s the opposite for him. You truly don’t know why you do get sleepy, you just feel light and relaxed that it dozes you off. Add that Jungkook always tires you while showering, you just wanna lay down and sleep. Naps after a shower are the best ones, the only ones that make you feel fully rested after waking up.

“i didn't really care if you win you know” he admits fondly, scrunching his nose as he nuzzles your neck.

“is that so?” you respond sleepily, a small smile appearing on your pretty lips. “yeah, I love spoiling you”, he mumbles against your sweaty skin.

You mutter something of a “love you” as a response, the hand running through his hair is slowing down, letting Jungkook know that you’re on a brink of sleep.

“go to sleep now, we’ll have a picnic date later when you wake up” he smiles affectionately before kissing you on the cheek and you hum delightedly, closing your eyes for a deep slumber.

Jungkook looks at your sleeping figure before closing the door quietly, texting his friends proudly that you won the bet between you both. All he gets as replies are playful threats of stealing you from him and he scoffs, teasing his friends at the possibility of them watching you play instead.

e/n: it’s been years since i’ve actually played on PC so that’s why i didn’t specify any game on this one nor did i include any technicalities. also this genre’s not my forte so sowy if it didn’t live up to your taste 😬

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook imagines #bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bangtan #bangtan smut #bts fanfiction #bts au #gamer jungkook

[kylespencersgirlfriend]

hear me out: interning with luke

interning with luke

luke cooper x gn!reader warnings: me being a hoe for enemies to lovers and writing over 1k words for a character with 3 mins of screen time, one mention of porn but no detail word count: 1,284 (the fact that this is one of my longest fics LMFAO) a/n: i kind of love writing for characters like luke with little to no screen time because there's a lot more room for imagination. anyways, lemme know what you think of this :) also, i know this episode is meant to take place at the end of summer, but we're going to pretend it's at the beginning for this

-i see your "interning with luke" and raise you "initially luke was the office's only intern, but given that he's terrible at his job and michael doesn't want to fire him, he brings on a second intern instead, and you end up getting stuck with all of the work luke fails to do, so you dislike him, but he eventually wins you over"

-go fish

-michael puts out ads for a new assistant since he can't bring himself to fire luke

-you haven't had any luck finding a summer job, so you apply for the position

-the interview goes really well, and michael tells you that you can start monday

-monday morning, erin texts you everyone's coffee orders

-you get up early so you can grab them on your way to work, and everyone's relieved to see that you didn't mess anything up

-"thank god," darryl says after taking a sip of his coffee "it's not decaf."

-andy makes a comment about you already being better than the "other assistant"

-michael had mentioned during the interview that they already had another assistant, and you were glad you had someone to split the work with

-but based off everyone's comments about him you're not so sure you're going to enjoy working with him so much anymore

-after a couple minutes luke strolls in

-late of course

-and you figure he's the other assistant you've heard such good things about

-"hey so, no one ever texted me the coffee orders, so i didn't get anything" he says

-"oh thats okay, y/n got them today" erin tells him

-"who?"

-michael comes out of his office and greets both you and luke

-"so, luke, y/n is actually our new assistant.. our, new new assistant, because, y'know, the workload was just too much for one person, i didn't want to put that pressure on you"

-"oh... cool."

-at first luke sees you being there as an excuse for him to do even less work than before

-"did you send those samples out luke?" "actually y/n was already headed to the post office anyway, so they did it instead"

-you despise him

-you're bending over backwards to do this job the best that you can while he just sits back and watches

-he honestly doesn't even realize it, he's just happy you're doing all the work for him

-everyone in the office LOVES you and hates luke

-they're pushing for michael to fire him and just keep you

-the crew asks you what you two think of each other

-you: "he's the worst. all he does is play cookie clicker or watch porn or whatever on michael's computer all day, and i get stuck doing work that's supposed to be split between two people. i bet he gets paid more than me, too, since he's michael's nephew."

-luke: "the other assistant? yeah, they're cool, i guess. i dunno, i've never really talked to them."

-after about two weeks of you two interning together but hardly interacting, michael sends you two to the store to pick up supplies for one of his random office parties

-and that's really the first time the two of you have been alone together

-so he starts trying to make conversation with you and you are not having it

-and that's the first time it occurs to him that you might not like him

-so from then on he starts putting more effort into talking to you

-he walks you to your car after work

-he helps you carry stuff to and from the warehouse

-he sits with you during your lunch break

-it gets to the point where he spends more time talking to you than pretending to do work

-like before he would at least try to look busy but now its totally obvious he's only showing up to talk to you

-think season one jim and pam except you're super annoyed instead of smitten

-one day you two have to accompany michael on a trip to new york

-him and erin go in one car, which means you're stuck with luke in his

-for over two hours.

-you spend a couple minutes in silence

-"do you mind if i put music on?" he asks

-"no, i don't care" you reply, not looking up from your phone

-"ok cool, i'm just gonna put my playlist on"

-you don't respond until the music actually comes on

-it's your favorite song

-you look up "you listen to this?"

-"yeah, this is actually my favorite band, why? do you not like it, because i can change it if-"

-"no no, they're actually my favorite band too"

-"really?"

-"yeah, this is my favorite song by them"

-"mine too!"

-you chuckle "you wanna listen to this other band after? they have the same vibe, but they're so underrated"

-"yeah totally!"

-the rest of the car ride goes super fast

-the entire time you guys talk about music and movies and your jobs and whatever else comes up

-once you get to new york the crew asks you both about the ride

-you: "the car ride was actually... fun. which is surprising, considering i just spent two hours and fifteen minutes in a confined space with luke and... didn't totally hate it."

-luke: "i had a good time in the car. y/n is actually really fun to talk to. plus they have good music taste."

-so after that you and luke gradually get closer

-you and him definitely give each other the jim look™ when something crazy happens

-you know the one

-he offers to start driving you to and from work

-"i just thought, y'know, we could save gas money, and it's better for the environment"

-you agree

-after one long day you lean back into the passenger seat of his car and close your eyes

-he turns to look at you

-"you okay?"

-you open your eyes and face him "no, i'm beat" you chuckle "i can't even imagine how tired i look right now"

-he smiles a little and turns away as he starts driving "no, you don't look tired. you look really cute"

-"wish i could say the same for you"

-"hey!"

-you laugh "i'm kidding, i'm kidding! the 'i-dont-own-a-hairbrush' look really suits you"

-he laughs "you think so?"

-"yeah," you reach over and ruffle his hair "all bets are off if you comb this mess"

-"i'll keep it in mind"

-the rest of the drive is spent in comfortable silence with slight blushes on both of your faces

-he parks in front of your house

-"well, this is me. see you monday" you say

-you turn to open the car door, but before you can luke grabs your upper arm and pulls you in for a kiss

-it's short and sweet before he pulls away

-he pauses for a moment "i'm sorry y/n, i don't know why i did that, i wasn't thinking-"

-you cut him off by pressing your lips to his again

-after that day you go on a couple dates before you make it official

-because of you he actually starts trying at work

-like wow... your power

-he doesn't want to get fired since working together lets him spend time with you

-the entire office knows you're dating

-like they don't know

-but they know

-they gossip about it at lunch

-"the interns are so cute together" "you don't even know if they're dating for sure" "luke has actually started putting effort in at work... if that's not y/n's influence i don't know what it is"

-when michael finds out he will take credit for your entire relationship because if he hadn't hired you then you and luke wouldn't have met

#luke cooper #x reader #imagine #headcanons #fluff #the office

[tommyhardyx]

Inadequate

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader Word Count: 1.8K Request: Anon: Hi I love you writing and I was wondering if I could get a Tommy imagine where the reader is his wife in season one? And Tommy being tommy keeps everything a secret from her and the only way she finds out is through Ada and Poll. Once discovering that Tommy has been lying to her she makes a call like Lizzie in season 5 about possibly divorcing him. She doesn’t want Tommy to know she called but someone snitches. Tommy confronting the reader and telling her that a divorce will never happen. Just lots of angst but fluff at the end??? Sorry this is such a long request!! Warnings: angst, swearing Note: I'm sorry it's taken me a bit to get this one done but I really hope you enjoy it!

When Esme came into the family you thought it would mean you would have someone to keep you company, someone who you could spend your days with rather than being alone like you are now.

But no, of course not. Immediately Tommy put her to work in the betting shop, giving her a job he doesn’t even trust his own wife with.

Another day spent at home, spending your hours watching Finn whenever he’s not out running through the streets of Small Heath or whatever it is he gets up to, having tea with Polly and waiting for Tommy to come home at night.

It wasn’t always like this, in the beginning you and Tommy were happy, he would talk about his ambition to build a legitimate company to pull all of you out of this place and give you and any children you have in the future a better life.

But these days it doesn’t feel like that, and while you know your husband has never been an open book you find it harder and harder to read him each day as if he doesn’t want you to understand him like you once did.

After getting Finn to bed you slip into your own, though you know you won’t be able to sleep until your husband joins you on his side of the mattress.

Eventually you hear the familiar footsteps coming up the stairs, and you watch as he steps into the room and strips off his clothes.

“How was your day?” you ask as Tommy slips into bed beside you, your hand moving to slip into yours as you shift closer to him.

“Fine,” he mutters, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Yours?”

“Alright,” you say softly, watching his features as he closes his eyes, still so on edge even here with you. You swear you used to relax him. “What… do you want to talk about your day?”

He sighs, turning his face to look at you, those blue eyes watching you so carefully.

“There’s nothing to talk about, let’s just get some sleep hm?”

You hear the finality in his voice and know not to press him on the issue.

Biting your lip you nod and pull your hand away from his.

“Okay, goodnight Tom.”

The following morning Tommy is already gone when you wake up, though when you make your way down to the kitchen you find Polly there still sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea.

“Morning Pol,” you mutter, moving across the kitchen to find a clean teacup and join her at the table.

“Good morning,” she mutters, her irritation clear.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, hoping that for once someone will share what’s going on with you and not dismiss you.

“That bloody husband of yours. Trying to take on fucking Billy Kimber. I’m surprised you’re not worried about it,” she says and your brow draws into a frown.

“Billy Kimber? Tommy has business with him?”

Polly looks at you in surprise, and you find yourself shrinking into your chair under her gaze.

“He hasn’t told you?”

“Told me what?”

Polly’s expression is hard to decipher, and the thought crosses your mind that she’s thinking the same things you think about yourself, that you’re not a real member of this family.

“I’ll talk to him,” she decides, leaving you at the table alone as she lets herself into the betting shop.

The Garrison is busy that evening as you step inside, people everywhere with pints in their hands as they talk loudly in small groups.

Someone almost spills a drink on you, his face screwed up in a scowl as he begins to tell you to watch where you’re going but quickly his face falls when he recognises you.

“I’m sorry Mrs Shelby, no harm done right?”

The effect your husband has on the people around you doesn’t hit you until the moments like this and you just nod and set out of his way.

“It’s alright,” you assure him and continue on your way through the pub.

The news that Tommy Shelby’s wife is in the building and you try to ignore the stares as you make your way to the bar in search of your husband.

You find him leaning against the counter, a smile you haven’t seen in months plastered on his face as he speaks with the barmaid, Grace you’re sure her name is.

Tommy looks up as you approach, surprised by your appearance there and by the horrified look on your face.

Before he can speak, or reach out to grab your arm you’re already heading for the door. Humiliation burns your cheeks as people turn to watch you leave with your husband staring after you.

You’re halfway down the street when you turn, and your heart sinks further when you realise Tommy hasn’t followed you.

He doesn’t care. He’d rather take that blonde barmaid to bed than come after me.

At the house, you go straight for the phone, hands shaking as you make a phone call you never thought you’d have to make. The call to end your marriage.

When you wake later in the night Tommy still hasn’t come to bed.

That’s when the feeling that your marriage is actually over begins to settle in, the realisation that even after watching you run out of The Garrison completely humiliated he doesn’t care enough to come home to you.

You don’t try to stop when the tears slip down your cheeks, the knowledge that the man who promised to love you for the rest of your lives no longer wants anything to do with you opening a pit in your stomach.

The tears keep falling and you don’t try to stop them, giving yourself permission to cry, not worried about Tommy hearing because he’s not coming home.

You’re not sure how long has passed but eventually the tears are gone, your throat is sore and scratchy and you decide to go downstairs in search of water.

Downstairs the house is dark, dim light coming in through the windows illuminating the figure sitting at the kitchen table.

“Tommy?” you ask into the dark.

He turns towards you, blowing smoke into the air between you.

“I heard you’re planning on leaving me,” he says, the accusation clear in his voice.

You tuck your robe around you tighter, crossing your arms over your chest, and refuse to look weak as he stares you down.

“Is that why you’re home so late? Been out celebrating getting rid of your boring wife?”

His face is hard to make out in the dim light, so when he speaks you’re surprised by the genuine confusion in his tone.

“Why would I be celebrating?”

“Because you don’t love me anymore.”

Neither of you speak in the immediate wake of those words, the words that have been building up for months now with every dismissal and every late night and every lie he’s been keeping from you.

When he doesn’t speak you swallow, stepping away from where he sits at the table.

“You don’t tell me anything about work or about you. Even Polly was surprised when she mentioned Kimber and I had no idea what she was talking about. You’re never here, you won’t let me work or just help you with anything. I sit here at home and I raise your little brother and what I get in return is finding you flirting with the fucking barmaid!”

Rarely do you ever raise your voice, especially not at Tommy, and as the anger in your words begins to fade you find yourself worried about his reaction.

He stands slowly, his steps measured and sure as he crosses the room to you. His hands find your waist and he pulls you in close to his body. And you know you shouldn’t but you allow it, because no matter how angry and inadequate you feel you still crave the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms.

“Of course I love you.”

You want to melt into him at the sound of those words, let him kiss you and tell you everything is alright but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s a ‘but’ coming.

“I’m sorry I’ve been distant,” he mutters as he presses his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry I’ve made you feel so unloved. I just want to keep you safe.”

You sigh, resting a hand against his cheek.

“What about what I want Tom? I want to work in the betting shop, I want to be included and feel like I’m a part of this family for once,” you tell him.

This close to him you can see the sadness on his face as he leans in to press his lips to your cheek.

“Okay. You can do all of those things sweetheart. All of it. I’ll get Pol to go through things in the betting shop with you,” he says, his lips against yours. “We’re having a family meeting in the morning, I want you there.”

You nod, rubbing your nose along his.

“That’s all I want, to be a part of this family. To help you,” you mutter, kissing him softly.

He nods, his hands gripping your robe a little tighter.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” he whispers against your lips.

You nod, pulling back slightly to look properly at his face.

“Have you been fucking her? Grace.”

You’re not sure you want to know the answer but you have to ask the question, you have to know the answer so it’s not always in the back of your mind.

“What? Of course I haven’t,” he says, his fingers finding your chin and tilting it up to look him in the eye when you look down. “You are my wife. There’s no one else for me.”

Nodding, you rest your head on his shoulder allowing him to hold you against him properly as you slip your arms around him, your fingers gripping his shirt.

“I love you y/n,” he says against your hair.

Fresh tears slip down your cheeks as you cling to him, secure for the first time in months that your husband loves you the way you love him.

“I never meant for you to feel like this, I’m sorry.”

You nod against him, gripping onto him tight, not ever wanting to let him go.

“I love you too Tommy.”

The following morning you sit at the long table in the betting shop, Polly on one side of you and John on the other.

Tommy stands at the head of the table, and you can’t help the thrill you feel as he begins the family meeting. Finally allowed to sit in and listen to the business of the day.

Beside you Polly squeezes your hand, smiling at you when you turn to look at her. John nudges you on your other side, a brotherly grin on his lips as he puts an arm around the back of your chair.

“Finally decided to let her into the meetings, aye Tommy?” he asks, his fingers squeezing your shoulder gently.

“Yes, well she is a member of this family. It shouldn’t have taken me so long.”

@retromafia @lauren-raines-x @lizyshores @misselsbells06

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder #peaky blinders x reader #Tommy shelby #Tommy Shelby x reader #Tommy shelby imagine #Tommy shelby fanfic

[seita]

— miscommunication | m.

pairing: matsukawa/f!reader

wordcount: 4.860

genre: smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

cw: camboy!mastukawa, established relationship.

tags: masturbation (m.), dirty talk, cam sex, daddy kink, pet names, praise kink, soft!mattsun, fingering, cock riding, big dicked mattsun, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of the word cunny.

note: repost from my other blog!

+ summary: your highschool sweetheart makes a lot of money as a camboy. however, when you start watching his streams, things he says instills insecurity within you.

The second you met Issei Matsukawa, you knew that you were going to fall completely, irrevocably in love with him. There was just something about him; he was sweet, kind, attentive, and strong – among other things.

Since you knew him in high school, word swirled around that when he was older he would be a dream man. They were right.

You have no idea how your little puppy dog crush managed to catch his attention, but you were happy about whatever you did.

When he graduated, he learned he could make money off of his body. He was tall, over 6 feet tall, and fit with a dominant personality and sweet voice that made you want to do anything he asked.

It started off with him simply selling nudes and short videos of him simply stroking his cock. You were both baffled by how much people paid for a 15 second clip of him jerking off – not even finishing.

He had sat you down one night and asked how you felt about everything. You would never tell him he couldn’t do something. Especially because it was his body. Besides, it’s not like it really bothered you.

It didn’t take him long to evolve, creating a camming account that quickly blew up due to his good looks and dominant charisma. The spare bedroom, which had previously been a simple study room, had been turned into a studio for him to film in.

He made good money, becoming one of the top creators on the platform. Things were going very well for a long time, you never really watched his streams either in real life or on the phone. His occupation wasn’t really something you ever thought too much about – he kept everything mostly to himself, never really talked to you about it or anything of the sort.

But one day, you got curious. As any normal girlfriend would.

You sat in your shared bed, the lights dimmed with your phone in your hands. As you tuned in to his stream, you were greeted with a familiar sight. The studio was exactly the same as always and your boyfriend was more than familiar – but it still felt so surreal. Like you were an outside looking in, despite the fact that he was just down the hall from you.

You had spent a little while procrastinating, debating on whether you really should watch it or not. Issei had never told you that you couldn’t watch. But he never really encouraged you to either. Truthfully, his career behind that door was sort of a mystery to you.

Due to your back and forth dilemma with yourself, the stream was already well in progress by the time you started watching.

His body was a familiar sight – but it was different seeing it from an outside perspective. Right now, you weren’t his girlfriend. You were a viewer.

His fingers, adorned in metal rings, were wrapped around his thick cock. It made your mouth go dry at the sight. His cock was so pretty, long and thick with a blushing red head that glistened under the ring lights from the dripping precum.

Your gaze fell to the comments, seeing people complimenting him – as could be expected. After all, these were people who were paying for the privilege of watching him stroke his cock.

‘Your cock is so big!’

‘I’d cry trying to take it but I’d still thank you.’

‘His hands look like my favorite necklace.’

A strange feeling settled in your chest as you read all these people’s thoughts on your boyfriend. They gushed about how perfect he was, how amazing his cock was, how much they’d die to be stuffed full by him.

He grinned and laughed, giving flirtatious comments in response to them.

“Yeah? You think you could take my cock?” he chuckles, breath shuddering as he squeezed his length, “I don’t think you could handle it.”

“Ah, I bet you’d be such a good little girl for me,” he whispers, eyes lidded, “You’d cry and take my cock like you’re supposed to, huh?”

As he says these dirty things, the tips continue to rise. The words are familiar as they fall from his lips because they’re things you’re used to hearing.

You’re not sure how to feel knowing he’s talking to these nobodies the same way he talks to you so you click out of the app before the feeling becomes too much. You place your phone down and sigh, feeling your heart ache in jealousy as you replay the recycled words you’d heard him say night after night to you.

You know it’s stupid to feel jealous; it’s his job. He talks that way so he can make money. But it still instills you with an unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. It almost felt like everything he said and did to you wasn’t as special as you thought it was – because he just turned around to say the exact same things to faceless nobodies who paid him.

Issei is the only man you’d ever dated. He was your first boyfriend, your first kiss, and he was the one to take your virginity. You’d never even held hands with anyone else.

But you know he had fucked around a lot before the two of you got together, when you were just a shy, pining little girl for him. Of course he had, there was no way a man like him wouldn’t have girls all over him, feral for the opportunity to sit down on his cock and make him fall in love with her. After all, he’d made a job out of it.

It was never something that made you insecure. Issei never did anything that made you question his feelings or loyalty to you. So jealousy and possessiveness wasn’t a feeling you were familiar with. And you weren’t quite fond of it, you were learning.

You wanted to storm into the studio and sit on his cock, make all of his viewers see that his cock was all yours and they only had the privilege of watching him — put them in their place.

You sat with the negative feelings for the entire night. He finished his stream and took a shower, helped you cook dinner, and you sat on the couch with him as you watched a couple movies together.

He didn’t notice anything different in your demeanor. You weren’t mad at him so you had no reason to be passive aggressive.

But when you crawled into bed that night and laid beside him, tucked against his body, you thought back to all those women who were probably touching themselves to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect cock and pretty words.

You frowned and tossed your leg over his waist. He looked up from his phone in surprise, a brow raised before he smiled.

“Can I help you with something, babygirl?” he placed his free hand on your bare thigh, stroking the skin gently.

“I wanna ride you,” you demand softly, making him laugh.

“Since when are you so bold?” he teases, locking his phone before tossing it to the side. You pout and push the band of his sweats down to pull his cock free. He reaches out and grabs your wrist with his eyes narrowed, “I think you know better than that, pretty girl. Is that how you ask Daddy for his cock?”

You shrink a bit under his gaze and lower your head, “N-No Daddy…I’m sorry…”

He smiled, “It’s okay, baby. Why don’t you ask politely, hm?”

You swallow thickly and nod, “C-Can I ride your cock, Daddy?”

He licks his lips and relaxes against the pillows with a sigh, “Go ahead and get me hard then, pretty baby.”

It wasn’t a difficult task, just the fact you were so eager for him was enough to have him getting harder by the second. You eagerly spit on his length, using it so aide in the slick movements of your hand as you jerked him off.

“That’s a good girl, fuck,” he breathes, body trembling as he stroke him with practiced ease, “Lift up, sweet girl.”

You do as you’re told, sitting up on your knees, keeping your hand wrapped around his length. He bats your hand away and you pout, but he pays no mind as he instead decides to strip you. He pulls the thin nightshirt you were wearing, dropping it off the side of the bed before sitting up properly to eagerly wrap his lips around your pert nipple.

You whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair as he circles the bud with his tongue. He pulls away for a second, nipping your breast before breathing out, “Are you wet, babygirl?”

You nod, “Yes, please Daddy…I want your cock.”

He clicks his tongue, “You know better than that. Let me see your pretty cunt, hm?”

Your pout deepens but you do as you’re asked and sit between his thighs, pulling your panties off before handing them to him. He hums, thumbing the material to see how wet it is before tossing them away. He looks expectantly at you and you immediately let your legs fall apart.

“Let Daddy see,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around his cock as you reach between your legs to spread your folds apart.

A couple years ago, you would have never been able to do something so lewd. You always felt so embarrassed when he wanted to look at your pussy but you eventually learned how turned on it made him. You still felt shy but you enjoyed the way his cock throbbed when you let him look.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he whispers, grabbing your arms to tug you back into his lap properly, “Fuck, you are wet.”

Your cunt is pressed against the underside of his cock. It’s hot and throbbing against your clit, an addictive feeling that makes you grind against him. He groans, head falling back as you move along, coating him in your juices.

“Can I have your cock now Daddy, please?” you whine but he shakes his head, making you whine.

He pulls you against his chest and slips his hand between your legs, leaning up to press his lips against yours. His fingers circle your clit before prodding your little hole, slipping two inside easily. It stings but it’s a feeling you’ve learned to accept eagerly.

“Let Daddy stretch you out,” he whispers against your lips. You start grinding against his fingers, fucking yourself on the pretty digits as he curses, “Fuck, ride my fingers, pretty girl. Just like that.”

“Daddy…” you sob, head dropping against his shoulder as he curls his fingers, tapping your sweet spot. The stimulation makes you gush and you sob, clenching around him before you reach down to find your clit, “Y-You’re gonna make me cum…”

“I sure am, sweet girl,” he coos, choosing that moment to mercilessly fuck his fingers into your poor little cunt, abusing that tender little spot inside that has you creaming and dripping down his wrist.

A mantra of ‘daddy’ falls from your lips as you cum hard, trembling and sobbing against him as he fucks you through the high. He slows but doesn’t stop until you’re begging him to.

His hand is soaked in your cum and he can’t resist popping his two fingers in his mouth to taste. You suddenly remember the first time he ever did that, the way you squealed indignantly and hid your face in the pillow out of shame. He’d laughed and spent 20 minutes explaining how much he loved it and how he wanted to eat you out so bad now that he got a little taste of your sweet cum.

Before you could fully come down from your high, you reach beneath you and take his cock in your hand. He opens his mouth to speak, probably to stop you or scold you, but before he can, you’re sinking down onto his length. It burns as usual but the fiery pit of jealousy still burns bright and you want him to think of you too. You know it’s silly because there’s no way he’s thinking of faceless girls who comment on his streams but you still feel like you need to lay claim to him.

He’s your boyfriend.

“Jesus, baby,” he moans, his eyes rolling back in his head as you immediately begin bouncing on his cock, “What has you so riled up?”

“You’re mine, right, Daddy?” you pant.

He grips your waist, aiding in your movements as you fuck him like a toy, “Fuck yeah baby. Daddy is all yours. My cock’s all yours.”

You grin at his admission, feeling satisfied. That was all you needed to hear.

He looks at you, having no idea what this behavior was all about. But he had no complaints in the end.

Despite the negative feeling watching his stream had caused you, you continued to watch them. The outcome is always the same; you wind up ending the night staking your claim and making him remind you that he is yours. And he remained more or less ignorant to your behavior.

The night things take a turn is when you tune in to find him in his usual position, fucking his cock into his fist. He’s panting, more of a growl than anything, and muttering things you’d never quite heard before.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” he grunts, teeth gritted as he watched the comments, “I don’t give a shit about a good girl. I want a bratty little girl I can let some steam off on, put her back in her place.”

He grins as the comments fly by, viewers pleading to be that girl for him. Telling him they’d be perfect for him, the best sub he could ever dream of.

“I don’t think you could handle it,” he threatens with a narrowed gaze, “You’d let me slap you around? Let me treat you like filthy little whore? How pathetic.”

You gasp at the harsh, degrading words. Issei had never spoken like that before, it was strange to hear it. You find yourself being thankful you weren’t on the receiving end of that language because you were sure you’d probably end up crying.

“Yeah,” he chuckles again, “I’m sure you’d be such a pretty little brat for me.”

You sit back, his words fluttering around inside your head.

What did he mean he had steam to blow off? Why would he be unsatisfied? Is it because you were too…easy? You never fought him, he always whispered praise and sweet words to you. He’d never called you a name like that before. Is that what he wanted? To call you a dirty slut instead of his sweet girl?

Insecurity festered within you. In fact, you barely even noticed the fact you’d started pulling away. You didn’t consciously realize you were questioning yourself – doubting his attraction to you.

He was at a loss, baffled by your seemingly sudden rejection of him. It was almost as if you kept shying away from him when he tried to touch you – you had never denied him like that. You avoided his gaze in bed, choosing to cling to the bed sheets instead of burying yourself in his chest like you usually do.

Things progressively began to feel more awkward for him. He wasn’t sure if you felt it too, but he started feeling more apprehensive about touching you because he thought you didn’t want him to.

When he stopped trying anything with you, you started to feel even worse. Every insecurity you felt festered more and more until you felt like you were holding back tears just by looking at him. You were convinced, especially now that he crawled into bed with his back to you instead of peppering your face with kisses and slipping his hand down your panties so he could make you cum before bed, that you were no longer what he wanted.

Another night, you were sat curled up in bed. Issei hadn’t even told you he was going to start streaming – the only clue you had was the solid click of the studio door.

So you sat there, curled up in bed, leaning against the headboard with your phone in your hand as you watched him grin at the camera. He read the comments, slowly palming himself over his sweats – one of your favorite pairs that you’d seen him wear.

“I seem tense?” he mused, reading a comment, “I guess so. My cock’s been hard for days,” he tosses his head back and laughs but you can tell it’s not as genuine as it could be.

Guilt eats at you, knowing that you were the reason he was so tense – he wasn’t coming to you to get off anymore.

“Hmm,” he sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. You track the way his tongue slips over his bottom lip and his cock twitches visibly beneath the fabric of his pants, making him grunt, “No, I don’t have anyone to take care of my cock,” his words make you shrink in on yourself, tears pricking at your eyes, “Oh, you wanna take care of it, huh? Come here then.”

Something about his words has you jumping to your feet.

The only time you’d ever stepped foot in his studio beyond to clean it every once in a while. Otherwise, it was completely his space that he took care of. So to stand in front of the door, located at the very end of the hall, was strange. Especially since you could hear his muffled voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, you twist the knob and push the door open. Issei jumps from where he’s on the bed, leans forward and hits a button on the keyboard to mute himself before looking at you in confusion.

“What’re you doin’ in here?” his tone was almost curt and for a moment you second guess yourself. He watches you shift awkwardly on your feet and his gaze immediately softens, “Baby, what is it?”

The pet name makes you look up, tears stinging your eyes at the tender look in his eyes. His gaze flashes to the computer for a second before moving back to you.

“I just…” you pause, tugging awkwardly at your oversized t-shirt before blinking your tears away, “Am I…still what you want?”

He blinks, confused for a second before cocking his head. You can see the wheels turning in his head and you can tell the exact moment he realizes what you mean. Clicking his tongue, he holds his hand out, “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like this? Because you thought I didn’t like you anymore?”

You look in confusion at his outstretched hand and take a step forward, “I-I thought…maybe you felt I was too easy a-and you wanted someone brattier.”

He laughs, a genuine one, and you can see his eyes light up when you finally place your hand in his. In the blink of an eye, he’s tugged you into his lap, making you squeal before he’s silencing you with a kiss.

“I think I would go insane with a brat,” he chuckles, “Besides, I love you exactly how you are, my sweet girl, hm?”

You shift where you sit, feeling his cock is still hard beneath you and you bite your lip, “I really missed you.”

“God, I thought you’d never say that,” he whispers, brushing his lips against yours, “Let me just turn the stream off and I’ll make everything up to you, hm?”

You stop him before he can, however, shaking your head, “I…”

He notices the bashful look in your eyes and groans, “Is that how it is, baby? You want everyone to see who owns my cock?”

You eagerly nod and he hisses as you grind your hips against his cock. He leans around you and taps the button again, unmuting himself.

Neither of you waits even a second longer. He holds your hips up, letting you pull his cock free from the confines of his pants as he yanks your shirt over your head, laughing at the way it messes up your hair.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he coos, cupping your breasts, “Prettiest fuckin’ tits, huh, baby?”

You whimper, wrapping your fist around his cock, giving him a few squeezes to make him shudder. You can feel his precum drooling from the head, leaking down to meet your fist so you can stroke it into his skin.

“You’re so hard, Daddy,” you breathe, making him groan as he nods his head, “‘M sorry…”

“Don’t worry at all, pretty baby,” he huffs, thumbing at your nipples as he looks down to watch how you stroke him.

“Can I have your cock, Daddy?” you ask, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

He nods, unable to formulate words. It feels like it had been months since he had last properly felt your slick little cunt around his fat cock. His eyes are lidded, biting his lip as he watches you sit up to slip your panties aside. Neither of you think twice about even looking at the chat to read comments.

Right now, this is about the two of you – about showing everyone that Issei does have someone there to take care of his cock every night. Someone who he adores. And anyone with eyes can see how enamored he is with you.

As you position yourself above his cock, he narrows his eyes at you and with a firm grip to your waist, tosses you onto the bed beside him.

“Daddy!” you squeal, bouncing on the mattress, “Why–”

“You know better than that, babygirl,” he huffs, manhandling you with ease into the position he wants, “Silly of you to think I’d let you take me without prep, hm?”

You purse your lips in a pout but don’t offer a rebuttal, making him laugh as he knows he won. He spreads your legs and knees between them, making a show of stripping himself. As you look to the side, you can see that the two of you are in perfect view of the camera.

You had thought you were going to feel self-conscious with so many people watching you but instead, you feel confident.

Once the both of you are completely bare, he shifts down the bed before laying on his stomach between your spread legs. His large hands cup the underside of your thighs and push them upwards, reveling your glistening little cunt to his view.

“Fuck,” he huffs, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart, “I missed this perfect little cunny, you have no idea. So fuckin’ pretty for me.”

“Please, Daddy,” you whine, tangling your fingers in his curls. The gaze he gives you let you know exactly what he wants and you flush as you whisper, “Please eat my cunt.”

“That’s my good girl,” he sighs, leaning forward to run his tongue between your folds – collecting your slick on his tongue with a groan before swallowing, “So fuckin’ sweet.”

Once he gets that first taste, he wastes no time on going in. His tongue prods at your entrance, making you sigh at the little stretch that it gives before he leans up and finds your clit. His tongue is hot and wet against the sensitive bud, making your whole body twitch at the sensation. When his thumb finds your clit, he pulls the hood back and before you can even blink, his tongue is attacking the sensitive little bud beneath.

You squeal and instinctively kick out, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. He laughs, wrapping his lips around your clit and you sob at the feeling.

“D-Daddy, please!” you whine, “I-It’s too much!”

He hums and finally pulls back, returning his tongue to your little hole. His hand abandons its hold around your thigh in favor of finding your entrance. You hold your breath, looking down to watch as he sinks two fingers in – biting his lip as he keeps his own gaze on the way your little cunt swallows them down.

You spasm where you lay, the feeling of him just barely missing your g-spot nearly painful. You know he’s not doing this to make you feel good but you still can’t help but whine.

“What is it, baby?” he whispers, giving your hard little clit a sweet kiss before his eyes flick up to find yours. “You want Daddy to make you cum before you take my cock?”

You desperately nod, “Yes, please Daddy?”

“Fuck, anything for you, my sweet girl,” he doesn’t waste a second in wrapping his lips around your clit, crooking his fingers expertly to find your sweet spot,

The way Issei can drive you to the edge, to orgasm, is almost terrifying. It takes very little for you to feel your body tensing up. The lewd, slick sounds of his fingers stuffing your cunt along with the way you can see his tongue working over the cute little bud of your clit has you flying over.

Your back arches in the most beautiful way that he loves as you cum with a soft whine of ‘daddy’.

When you finally start pushing him away, he comes up panting. Catching any of your stray slick off of his chin before licking the pad of his thumb clean.

“Pl-Please, Daddy,” you whine, reaching out to wrap your hand around his cock, “C-Can you put it in now?”

“Fuck,” he groans, letting you direct his cockhead to your entrance, which was still spasming in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Yeah, pretty baby, ‘s all yours.”

“All mine?” you giggle, gasping as he begins to press into your tender cunt.

“My cock’s all yours, fuck,” he groans, making sure the viewers can catch what he says.

It makes you flush and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. The change in closeness makes his cock sink even deeper inside you and you moan in his ear as he quickly bottoms out.

Usually, he takes his time and lets you adjust. But this time, both of you are so needy for each other that you can’t resist grinding your hips up to rock yourself against his cock. He hisses, taking the hint quickly and easily.

He pulls his hips back only to swiftly roll them forward again, sheathing his cock back into your spasming little cunt. His eyes are locked on his cock and the way your pussy swallows him over and over again – he can’t sink all the way in but you take most of him and he loves the sight of it.

Your precious little cunt creams so beautifully around him, coating him in translucent, milky white every time he pulls out. You’re moaning and whimpering for him so beautifully that it makes his hips falter every once in a while.

“Daddy!” you squeal, finally releasing your hold around his neck, “Please, make me cum again!”

“Yeah, baby? You need Daddy to make this pretty pussy cum?” he huffs, moaning when you nod and eagerly spread yourself open for him by hooking your arms around your knees and pulling them back.

He rests his hand on your pelvic bone, stretching his thumb down to circle at your twitching, excited little clit as he continues to stuff your cunt nice and full. You claw and cling to the sheets desperately and he can’t help but cup your bouncing breasts with his free hand.

“C’mon, pretty baby, cum for me,” he huffs, licking his lips as you gush around his cock, “Lemme feel this pretty cunny cum.”

You sob for him, back arching as you cling to his arm as he continues to grope and tease your tit. He feels your pussy clench desperately around him as you finally cum.

“That’s a good girl!” he praises, “That’s it, just like that. Keep cummin’ for me, I’m almost there.”

“Please, Daddy, gimme your cum!” you cry, your nails biting into his skin but neither of you notice as he reaches his high as well.

His balls throb and he groans, his body slumping over yours as he gives a few more, lazy thrusts of his hips as he spilled his cum into your vulnerable cunt.

The both of you finally fall still, panting and sharing soft kisses as he smiles and whispers promises of love. The sound of donation chimes on his computer finally draws you out of it and he sits up, pulling out of you.

He bites his lip, his cock twitching at the sight of your cunt drooling a mixture of yours and his cum before he moves to the end of the bed.

He doesn’t even spare a glance at the comments or donation total before turning the stream off. When it’s officially just the two of you, he crawls closer to you and pulls you into his arms with a side, giving the top of your head a kiss.

You know that you’re going to have to talk more about everything, but you both know that can wait at least until morning.

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Ok here's a concept dad spencer always bringing the baby to sleep with them even if she's not crying. And the reader disapproving because she knows that's the start of a bad habit.

this is 🥺the sweetest thing in the world. big man + tiny baby.

wc: just under 1k cw: spencer reid x fem!reader

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“You’re encouraging a bad habit, you know,” you sighed as Spencer peeled back the comforter from his side of the bed. For the severalth time that week, with your baby tucked securely in one of his arms, her space-themed sleep onesie matching his pajama bottoms. 

“No I’m not,” he pouted, climbing under the covers after carefully putting her down. “Besides, this little pumpkin isn’t capable of having bad habits.” He ruffled the wispy hairs on her head, earning a high giggle as she squirmed under the sheets between the two of you.

“I’m not talking about her,” you laughed, “I’m talking about you.” Spencer took offense to that.

“I do not have a bad habit,” he gasped, covering her tiny ears with his hands. He couldn’t let her hear those words and believe he was doing something wrong by having her by his side. “She wanted to sleep here. She was crying.” 

“Oh, really? She wanted to?” you raised your brows, leaning your face into his to challenge him. You bet that he couldn’t tell you that again while looking you in the eyes. “Or did you sneak into her room, steal her from her crib and bring her here because you wanted to?”

Spencer, a man of six feet of height, got impossibly small under your all-knowing stare. He sank deeper into the bed, drawing the plush white duvet up to his chin and hiding until all you could see were his eyes. Large, pouty, and full of guilt. 

“I knew it.”

“Come on! She’s only gonna stay this small for so long,” he reasoned. To make his (adorable) case, he grasped one of her legs and gave it a little wiggle, showing you how tiny she still was. And then both of them were giving you an undeniable set of puppy eyes, begging to let her stay. 

“Spencer Walter Reid, you cannot keep pulling her out of her own bed,” you sighed. Your actions said something else as you put one hand over her warm belly and hugged her closer. “One of you is going to take it really hard when she gets old and we can’t do this anymore.”

And though you meant Spencer, truthfully it could be either of them. While Spencer was thoroughly (and overly) attached, so was she. 

She’d notice if he wasn’t home for a day, and cry all the time until she saw his face. If he couldn’t make it happen by picking up a video call, then you’d have to hold up photos of him to trick her into thinking he was there.When he was home, she’d follow him everywhere. Crawling right alongside him while he was folding laundry, curiously peering into the basket, or sitting on the kitchen counter and being his sous-chef (sneaking cheerios from the box) while he cooked (prepared bowls of cereal). 

But Spencer got her accustomed to one habit already, and it was the root of the attachment issue. 

She discovered that, on the nights he was home, he would always be the one to come comfort her when she cried in the middle of the night. (For two reasons: one, he didn’t even have the willpower to try the ‘cry it out’ method, and two, to make up for all the three-a.m’s you’d have to do this while he was gone). 

You were convinced she started timing herself to only cry when he was home. Maybe even fibbed it, a little (a trait she surely learned from him) because as soon as he came to see if she needed anything – a bottle, a diaper change – she’d stop. She’d gotten her end goal the moment he walked into her room, which was just to have him there. 

He’d stay with her as long as she wanted, which would be all night long. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep in her rocking chair and waking up with back pain, he found it was easier just to bring her into your bed. And she loved it. 

Spencer warmed even more as he watched you play with her, tapping softly on her belly with your fingertips. “See how much you love this?” he smiled, feeling like his case was made on why she should always sleep next to you.  

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy, eventually,” you mumbled, sticking your bottom lip out as you focused on her getting drowsier.

As much as you did love having her with you, you had to be the voice of reason. He was setting a precedent of caving in and you knew it would eventually become a problem right around the time she turned into a toddler. You could picture the tantrums now, and picture him giving in to every little whim of hers, with you ending up as the one who has to say no all the time.  

“Nuh-uh.” He scooped her up and placed her on your chest so you could cradle her. “When she gets older, I’ll stop,” he promised, pressing a kiss onto your temple. 

You chuckled lowly, rolling onto your side with the baby on her back next to you. “No, you won’t.” There’s no way he’d ever be able to resist giving her anything she wanted.  It was cute that he believed he’d even be capable of that.

“Okay, I won’t,” he laughed and shuffled closer, pushing himself flush against your side. He held you the same way you held her, stretching his arm so it spanned over your waist and stopped just over her belly, both of you tucked safely under him. Big spoon, little spoon, littlest spoon. “Is that so bad?” 

Closing your eyes, you hummed playfully as you pretended to think it over. For the severalth time that week, you melted into the bed, wrapped up in the warmth of your little family as you nodded off to sleep. “No,” you sighed, a smile ghosting it’s way across your face, “I guess it’s not.”

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[write-orflight]

The Fraction of Innocence.

**Gif Not Mine**

Anon Requested: 10, 16, and 25 for the smutty prompts thing!!!

10: “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you donna do about it?’

16: “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

25: “she may be all lollipops and candy bars, but I bet behind closed doors she’s hand cuffs and gags.”

Pairings: SpencerXReader

Rating: M, (This is very explicit.)

Words: 4K

Warnings: NSFW!!! 18+ (Dom!Spencer, BDSM overtones, sexual conduct, fingering, bondage, etc.)

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Spencer thinks Y/N is an innocent, naive girl until a case reveals her extracurricular activities. 

Spencer had been back from jail for 2 months when he first met her. 

At first he didn’t think anything of her, other than the faint smell of vanilla and daisy as she walked past him in the bullpen and the bright smile that seemed to take up half her face. She was carrying files close to her chest like a schoolgirl late to class and the skirt of her white dress bellowed softly behind her as she made her way to Emily’s office.  

“Who is that?” He had asked. 

Luke looked up to where Spencer’s gaze was. “Oh, that’s Y/N, she's a tech analyst helping Penelope out right now. She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”  

It doesn’t take Spencer long after that to decide he, in fact, does not like you. There was nothing wrong with you. Luke was right, you were sweet, almost sickeningly so. It was like you had no concept of reality. You lived in this world of all sunshine and good things despite the horror that crossed your screen daily. And while Penelope was the same, she at the very least knew how bad the world could be and chose to see the good in it. You didn’t, it was like you’d never had a single bad thing happen to you. And Spencer, who had been dealt the bad hand so many times in life hated that. 

It also didn’t help that you were gorgeous too. You looked like an artist sculpted you himself to make the perfect woman. Real People weren’t supposed to look like that. Real people were supposed to have flaws and blisters. Real people were supposed to look tired so early in the morning not fully awake and smiling while handing everyone in the office a coffee. He didn’t understand how you could be real.   

“Here you go, Spencer. Americano lots of sugar.” You said, placing the coffee on his desk. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles. 

“We have a case, by the way.” You giggle, going off to hand Luke his coffee before walking away to the conference room. Spencer was barely able to keep his eye roll at bay. 

Luke sees that and laughs, clapping Spencer on the back. “Come on, kid. Play nice.” 

“She’s giggling about a murder case.” Spencer grumbles before following him into the conference room. 

“3 women have been murdered in Queens. Judging by the scars, they were all bound and strangled before finally being dumped in an alley.” Garcia says, as she goes through the slides, showing the crime scenes. “Police need our help finding the connection between these three women because right now, it looks like there is none.” 

“I’d say.” Tara speaks up. “We have a waitress/student, a doctor, and a paralegal. All living in different areas of the city with virtually no reason to interact.” 

Spencer looks down at his file, examining the picture when he notices something. Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you clear your throat.  

“Umm, Emily?” You say from your seat right across from Spencer. Emily looks up inquisitively at you. “I think I know what connects them.” 

“What’s that, Y/N?” Emily asks, raising a brow at her.  

You clear your throat again. “Victim #2, Rebecca Belfront, has a Padlock collar necklace on in her second picture. That’s typically used to indicate she’s a submissive with a committed dominant partner. But she wasn’t wearing it when her body was found which makes me think that that relationship recently ended. That made me look at the marks on their arms. While there are some new ones from the murders, they all have faded marks around the wrist and body as well. Leads me to believe the bounding was er-... consensual. We should probably look into New York’s BDSM scene.” You close, smiling awkwardly. 

Spencer looks at you in shock. He, of course, had come to the same conclusion you did and had been about to say that but he, at least, knew why he knew that. Why did you know that? 

Emily hummed thoughtfully. “It’s worth looking into. Do you mind coming to NY with us? Your insight might be needed.” 

You look kind of shocked at that but nod. “Of course, whatever I can do to help.” You say, softly. 

“Great, Wheels up in 30.” She says, getting up, effectively ending the meet. Spencer watches you speed after her, files in hand to ask some more questions. Spencer’s walking back to his desk when Luke catches up with him. 

“Y/N has a dark side. Who knew?” He says, smirking. 

“Probably not.” Spencer muses. “She could’ve just known that. I mean, I  just know stuff sometimes too.” 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Her body language gave her away. She was flushing and stuttering sure, but she was confident in what she was saying. Almost as if, she was speaking from experience.” Luke laughs. “She may be all lollipops and candy bars here, but I bet behind closed doors, she’s handcuffs and gags.”  

Spencer hums. “Maybe.” He says looking up to watch you walk back across the catwalk from Prentiss’ office. Luke was right though, your body language did give you completely away that you were talking from experience. Spencer couldn’t help but wonder just how much. 

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When you arrive in New York, You head straight from the jet to the Police Station in Queens. You fiddle with your thumbs a bit, you are nervous. 

“You ok?” Spencer says, from his spot in front of the bulletin board he was setting up. You were supposed to be helping him but you knew Spencer was particular about some things so you let him do it. In fact, there were a lot of things you’d let Spencer do. With you, to you, you weren’t picky. The man was gorgeous enough to make you nervous. With his lean muscles, long, fluffy hair, and large hands, he looked like something that walked right out of a wet dream of yours. Which sometimes, he was just that. You weren’t stupid though, you knew Spencer didn’t think of you that way. In fact, you didn’t think Spencer thought of you in any way. He seemed to ignore you anyway he could. 

You look up from your laptop. “Oh yea, I’m fine. I’m just...nervous. I’ve never been in the field.” 

“Chances are you won’t be, Emily will probably keep you in the Station if she can help it.” Spencer provides. 

“I know, it’s just-- you know what I mean.” You say, Spencer nods before returning to the bulletin board. You stand to look at the map with him. “So, from what I was able to find there’s only 3 BDSM clubs in Queens but there’s only one in the middle of where the three women were found. Place called Cat’s Cradle.” 

Spencer hums. “How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.” You look up at the man, recognizing the quote.  

“There is love enough in this world for everybody, if people will just look.” You say back, shrugging. 

“You read Vonnegut?” He asks. 

“You said that like you’re more surprised that I can read than what I read being Vonnegut.” You say, Spencer shrugs not even denying it. God, he was such a dick sometimes. A hot dick, but a dick nonetheless. 

The two of you turn when you hear a knock at the door to see the lead detective coming in to check on you guys. “Just wanted to see how things were coming along. Also see if you guys needed anything?” Though he only directed the question at you with a sly smirk on his face. Men were so obvious sometimes. 

“Nope, we’re fine.” You smile although you didn’t want to. “We’ve narrowed down to a couple BDSM clubs so hopefully we’ll catch our guy soon.” 

“Wait, you think these girls were…” He trails off. You nod, knowing what he was thinking. “Well, it probably serves them right.” 

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“Listen, I know what kind of girls go into those kinds of clubs. If they want to be sexual deviants, they can’t be surprised when shit like this happens to them.” He gestures to the board. 

“Actually more women are into Dominant/Submissive as well as BDSM relationships than you would think, statistically 85%.” Spencer cuts him off. “These clubs are just commonplace for them to meet like minded people just like you would do in any other club and they should be put on trial after their deaths for trusting the wrong person. If you don’t mind, we’d like to get back to work, Detective.” He says, turning back towards the board. The man nods and leaves shortly after that. 

“Thank you.” You say, softly. 

“What for?” Spencer asks. 

“Come on, I work with profilers and I’m not stupid. I know you guys know about me so thank you for defending me just now.” 

“I wasn’t defending you.” Spencer says. “He was making inappropriate comments about victims and we don’t need that outdated way of thinking working on this case. Besides…” He says, eyes flickering down to your lips and back to your eyes. “You’re not the only one with… unconventional extracurriculars.” He turns and walks out after that leaving you watching after him. 

What? 

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 After delivering the profile, you find the Unsub, a man named Ivan Parke. The only thing left to do was find the best way to snuff him out. When the team is discussing the next best course of action. It’s then Luke comes up with the idea. 

“We should send Y/N undercover.” He says. “She knows the profile and knows the most about the scene.” 

Emily nods. “Is that something you’re comfortable with, Y/N.” 

You look up. “Oh, um yea. I’d have to find a different outfit but you have to send someone with me.” You say, everyone looks at you confused so you sigh and explain yourself. “If you send me into a club like this, in a foreign place with no Dom, the Unsub isn’t going to be my only worry. Someone’s going to have to play my dominant.”   

“I’ll do it.” Spencer speaks up. Your eyes widened, you were not expecting Spencer to agree to it, you assumed you’d be stuck with Luke. Now you’re going to have to spend the night with the man you’d been crushing on since you started working with the BAU as his submissive. Like that wasn’t a dream come true. 

“Great.” Emily says, dismissing everyone and handing you an expense credit card for an outfit. You take it and leave immediately, ignoring the sly look Spencer gives you. 

You ended with a short, low-cut black leather dress with tank-like sleeves that showed off your curves and left very little to the imagination. As well as a clear pair of platform heels. You pulled your hair back into a sleek ponytail and you topped the look with your own personal leather choker with a large circle knob in the center. It was one of your favorite pieces to wear though you never really got a chance to wear it unless you were going to clubs, which you didn’t do as often these days. It was an expensive piece sure, but so worth it when you got to wear it. You were doing your makeup a little darker then you usually do in the bathroom when Spencer comes in. 

“Is this how you typically look on the weekends?” He asks, standing behind you in the mirror. You look up to look him in the eyes through it. 

“If I have the time.” You shrug. 

“It’s very different. You’re very different from how I thought you were.” 

“And how did you think I was, Spencer?”

“Naive...innocent.”   

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have assumed anything about me.” You say, turning towards the man. 

“Maybe you’re right… That’s an expensive piece.” He points out pointing to your choker. “Emily’s going to have fun explaining that at the next budgetary hearing.” 

“I didn’t buy it today.” You explain. “It’s mine.” 

Spencer hums for a moment before lifting his hand to turn your jaw, examining the piece. You can’t help the way your breath hitches at the contact. Spencer was already so close to you and now he was touching you, it was already starting to be too much. Soon, Spencer is hooking two fingers into the circle knob of your choker and he yanks it. Involuntarily, a whimper falls from your lips, prompting a smirk from the man across from you. 

“Tonight’s going to be fun.” He says before leaving you in the bathroom in a state of shock. 

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 After getting your comms set up by Luke, who tried to avert his eyes from your frame as much as possible, you and Spencer walk into the Cat’s Cradle. Typically you didn’t like the club scene, but you sometimes liked to venture out when looking for a new partner. Cat’s Cradle was definitely different than the other places you had been. Sure it still had the private rooms and the main stage where a scene was happening in front of you but it was a lot more laid back than the ones you went to in DC. Spencer was really enjoying his role too. Probably hamming it up too much because he knew there was a part of you that actually wanted him to. In the end, finding Ivan Parke was easy. He took the bait almost instantly and you were arresting him just as fast. 

“Great work tonight guys.” Emily says, when you reach the hotel lobby. “Jet’s leaving at 7AM so make sure to get some rest.” She says, dismissing you. 

Now begged a tricky situation because you had almost forgotten you and Spencer were rooming together. As you walked back to the room together the air was thick but both of you were silent. The tension had been building between the two of you since he yanked your choker in the station bathroom. You knew it was a matter of time. The dam had to break. 

“You can shower first.” Spencer says. You nod, taking off your choker and grabbing clothes before taking solace in the bathroom. You wanted Spencer and you knew you needed to expedite this. After a much needed shower, you change into your pajama shorts and tank combo. Spencer steps into the shower almost as soon as you leave it. It’s then that you think of the perfect plan. You lay on the bed and spread your legs before slipping a hand down your shorts. You tease yourself at first, rubbing your clit through your underwear while you thought about the events of the night. How Spencer had been so authoritative. How his hand slid to the small of your back and sometimes ghosted your ass as the two of you walked around the club. How he had been so close in the bathroom. The way he yanked you closer. A small moan escaped you as you slid your hand in your underwear. Soon you hear the bathroom door open. Spencer stops short, watching you before leaning on the frame. 

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer. “Are you gonna to do something about it?” 

“Should I? Instead of telling me what you want you decide to act like a brat and do this.” 

Spencer moves closer to the bed but doesn’t do anything, just continues to watch you so you decide to give him a show. Moaning loudly as you slide a digit inside of you. Spencer looks at you with hooded eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. 

“I think you’re going to give me what I want.” You say, smirking. 

“And why’s that?” He says. 

“You’re already weak.” You say. 

“I’m weak, pretty girl?” He asks, incredulously. Before you know it, he’s ripping your hand out of your pants and crowding in the space between your legs forcing you to sit up and look at him. “You’re in here touching yourself to the thought of me like a horny teenager and I’m the one who’s weak? Ok.”  He sits back and pulls you by your hips to sit on top of his lap, your legs straddling one of his thighs. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh, ok?” He tells you, starting to move your hips. You moan, nodding your head as the friction makes its way through your core. Spencer lifts your shirt off you and smirks when his eyes land on your bare breast. He leans forward to catch your left nipple in his mouth. Your back arches as you grind harder against his thigh. Your hands fly up to start unbuttoning his shirt when he stops you. 

“Did I say you could touch yet, princess?”  He asks. 

“N-No, sir.” You stutter. 

“Then keep your hands to yourself.” He says, putting your hands back to your side. He does indulge you by taking his shirt off himself. But that doesn’t help you keep your hands to yourself. You saw the lean muscle and craved to mark it up with your nails. Your hands go up to touch him again but he stops you. 

“If I have to ask you again, I’m going to tie you up, Princess. Just be good, baby.” 

You were already close before but now with Spencer’s hands and mouth everywhere and constant friction on your sex it was damn near pushing you off the edge. 

“I’m gonna come.” You tell him, he grips your hips tighter, lifting his leg slightly so he was only rubbing against your clit. That makes you moan out loudly. 

“Go ahead, Princess. Cum for me.” He says, and that was all you needed to fall right over the edge. Your legs shake and convulse as Spencer grips your hips help you ride it out.  Soon you come down panting and he’s kissing into your neck. He pulls back and grips your jaw. 

“Still think I’m weak, Princess?”  He asks. 

You knew it was unwise. In fact, you tried to stop yourself before you did it but it was too late. You reared your hand back and slapped Spencer across the cheek. Not hard enough to be seen as anything malicious but sharp enough to throw him off, like he couldn’t believe you had done it.  

“Yes I do.” You say looking him in the eyes after. Something like a switch went off because there was no other way to describe the look he gave you other than feral and fully primitive. He pushes you off him. 

“Get on your hands and knees, now.” He says, menacingly. You scramble and run to get into the position. Once in, Spencer forces your knees further apart. He angrily takes his belt off his pants before fashioning them into a makeshift cuff and pulling your wrist so they’re tied behind your back, leaving you face down into the mattress. He slides your shorts and underwear off in one go. You yelp loudly when the first slap comes to your behind. When the second and third slap comes, you try to squeeze your legs together to get some form of friction but Spencer forces your knees further apart. You moan out when you feel a digit slide against your folds. You try to push back on it but Spencer holds your hips in place. 

“P-Please.” you stutter. 

“What do you want, Princess?” He says, sliding a second digit inside you making you cry out more. 

“Please, fuck me, Spencer.” You say, and you really didn’t have to ask twice because almost as soon as you ask Spencer’s hands leave you to finish unbuckling his pants. There’s a brief moment of calm, so calm that you almost think Spencer wasn’t going to give you what you want but that calm is interrupted by Spencer slamming into, no warning. You scream out but that’s only rewarded with your head being shoved more into the mattress to muffle your cries. Spencer’s hands are pulling on your cuffs so he is almost impossibly deep inside you. You moans start to get louder and louder. Suddenly, Spencer is pulling you up so you’re both sitting up, your back against his chest. One of his hands slides to grip around your neck while the other is moving to circle your clit. The hand around your neck tilts your jaw back so you’re looking up at the man behind you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good. Open your mouth, Princess.” He orders, which you do instantly sticking your tongue out. Spencer leans forward and spits into your waiting mouth before locking his mouth with yours. His hand squeezes your neck tighter as you moan into his mouth as he starts fucking you faster, his dick hitting your g-spot almost every thrust. It’s not long before you’re just babbling, not even able to string a coherent sentence together. 

“You gonna come for me, Princess?” He asks. You nod, moaning loudly. At this point, you knew there was no way the person in the room next to you guys didn’t hear you. You could only hope that it wasn’t one of the team. “Go ahead for me, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock.” After that, it doesn’t take long before you’re falling over the edge, shaking all the while. Spencer fucks you through it before tightening his grip on your hips to bend you back forwards so your face is back on the mattress. He fucks you hard and fast before falling over the edge himself, moaning your name. 

The two of you say nothing as he unties you. When he does, you instantly flop down on your back, breathing heavily. Spencer wordlessly gets up and goes to the bathroom. For a moment you think he’s just leaving you like this, that you were foolish to think Spencer cared anything about you but in that moment he comes back with a wet cloth and ointment. He says nothing as he wipes between your legs before tossing the towel aside. You watch him with a smirk on your face as he rubs the ointment on the red marks the red cuffs made on you. 

He looks you in the eye. “What, Y/N?” 

“What happened to Princess?” You say, Spencer just looks at you with a bored expression which only makes you smile more. “Now’s probably a good time for you to ask me to dinner.” 

Spencer chuckles lightly at that. “You don’t want to go to dinner with me.” 

“I’m almost positive I do. Why would you say that?” You ask. 

Spencer looks you in the eyes at that moment. “I’m not-Y/N, I’m not like you.” 

“Like me?” 

“I’m not able to be cheery and smiley. I can’t float into rooms. I can’t be happy like you are, too much has happened to me. You deserve someone happy.” 

“Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eyes. “You are not broken. You can be happy, it’s going to take time sure but I’m willing to be with you through that. If you want that.” You say. 

Spencer nods. “Ok, Y/N.” he smiles. 

“So….?” 

He rolls his eyes at that. “What’re you doing next sunday?” 

You smile, brightly. “Absolutely nothing.”    

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I have a request please. Could you do Liam de Lioncourt and a s/o he deeply loved but thought died, only for them to bump into each other a century later b/c surprise: they got turned into a vampire! He thought they died in one of those accidents where you can’t find a body but it’s still reasonable to assume the person died. Maybe they couldn’t find him and that’s why they didn’t tell him once they realized they were turned? Or they also thought he was dead?

Gif from here

Liam’s eyes frantically registers the multiple pictures on his Instagram feed as he rapidly scrolls down, a look of pure boredom settled on his face as nothing seems to spark any in interest in him. 

“Liam! Liam!” He looks up from his phone just as he hears Polly’s voice, the ghost girl giving him one of her usual teasing grins as she sits down at his table. “Did you hear? There’s a new hot vampire around school!”

“... yeah, I heard.” He looks back at his phone without even blinking, clearly not wanting to engage in this type of conversation.

Polly frowns as she sees his reaction, slowly sulking into her seat as she gives out a pout. “I thought you’d like to get to know ‘em.”

“Because they’re hot or because they’re a vampire?” He rolls his eyes in annoyance, his finger continuing to scroll down as he speaks. “Either way, they’re shallow reasons, and I’m not interested in seeing anyone.”

Polly gives out a long sigh, plopping her head into her hands. “You’re never going to date anyone again, are you?”

He slightly stiffens up at those words, flashes of past memories coming through his mind. “... no, I’m not.”

“Why not?” Polly stays silent for a few seconds, waiting for his answer, only for her to give out another sigh when he stubbornly refuses to. “What was her name anyway? I bet you that vampire chick is a thousand times greater than she ever was as a human.”

His orbs flicker at her, glaring. “Shut up.”

“Jeez, fine, sorry.” She straightens her back, trying to put a little distance between them after that clear hostility, then she gives out a teasing grin. “What was her name, though? Seriously, I’m curious.”

A groan comes out of Liam’s throat, his purple eyes squinting once more at the ghost girl. “... (Y/N).”

Polly blinks a few times, as if she were suprised. “Well, that’s ironic.”

He quirks an eyebrow at her; he doesn’t have time for her cryptic words. “What is?”

“That’s the hot vampire’s name too.” She snorts, an idea passing through her mind. “Maybe they’re the same person.”

“Yeah, right.” Liam shakes his head, a bitter taste coming to his mouth as he remembers your last day together. “Because dead people tend to reappear after a century-”

“Liam? Liam, is that you?”

He freezes as soon as he hear your voice, the familiar tone shaking him to his core. He slowly turn his head towards you, his eyes widening as he realizes that you’re really standing just a few metres away, only this time with much paler skin than before.

“... (Y/N)?” He rapidly adjusts his glasses on his nose to get a better view of you, standing up so he can approach you. “I... I thought you were dead!”

Polly gives out a not-so-subtle gasp from her place, a set of words coming out of her words. “No shit! It’s really her?”

“I thought you were dead!” You stare blankfully back at him, both of you sharing a dumbfounded look. “I thought the villagers killed you!”

“I thought they killed you! But...” He frowns, confusion taking over his features. “You’re... a vampire... now?”

“Oh, yeah!” You look down at your body, showing off your pale hands. “A guy found me just as I was about to die. He turned me just in time.”

You jump up when he gently grabs your hands in his, his fingers already brushing against your skin to make sure you’re not an illusion.

“I can’t believe you’re here...” His lips stretch into a sad smile, his orbs looking right into yours. “I thought I lost you forever...”

You manage to smile back, a sad look in your eyes. “Liam, if I had known you were still here, I would have gone to you right away.”

He shakes his head, simply bringing your hands to his face so he can press his lips against your skin.

“You’re here now.” His smile turns into a genuine one, his eyes now filled with a light of pure interest for you. “That’s all that matters.”

None of you noticed the looks of pure shock from your classmates as they watch Liam kiss the back of your hand, more than a few already whispering to each other. Polly simply grins from her place as she films the two of you, having the intention of sending this to all of her friends, maybe even the whole school.

Liam’s lips turn into a frown once he notices the whispers of shock around him, his head slowly turning towards his ghost friend. “Polly...”

“Dude, this is awesome! Re-meeting the love of your life after a century? A miracle! I gotta film this for safe-keeping!”

“Turn off your phone right now!”

You give out a chuckle at the two of you fighting, Liam trying to snatch Polly’s phone out of her hands so he can delete its content. He changed; you did too... but your heart sure as hell didn’t stop its feelings for him.

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HIIII it's 3 am and i'm trying to sleep but brain went brr with ideas n shit and oh well- thing is ; i was wondering if i could make my first request? (smth simple if u want to, no need to be very long or anything + pls don't rush nd take ur time AND don't feel pressured to actually do my request :] ! ) maybe smth ab faceless art streamer! y/n [they/them]?? (if u could add that the reader is like an indie game dev or works for smth like that u'd be sosososososo cool omg) with maybe quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki and/or jack?? idk brain did the storming and its all messy hsdnshhfjsjz (btw! i know it's a lot of CCs so feel free to remove some or do the ones ur only comfy with !!! take care nd stay safe !!! luv ya <3 (/p))

AS SOMEONE WHO LIKES TO GAME DESIGN, CHARACTER, AND PLOT DESIGN YOU BET I CAN MAKE THE READER AND INDIE GAME DEV (and aaaa ty for adding jack!!! I think he's really neat and not enough people acknowledge him :))!!)

Multiple x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pairings: quackity, tommy, dream, ranboo, niki, jack manifold (separate) x indie game dev!artist!y/n

pronouns: they/them

other information on the reader:

. faceless

. knows how to code

. artist

. streams them drawing video game characters

. minor

. makes indie / horror games

form: headcanons

genre: platonic, fluff(??)

warnings: horror games / horror mods, ranboo enderwalk lore in his section

abbreviations: y/n -> your name

quackity

okay let's get the obvious out of the way; definitely going to be the type of person that's like "I'm going to play this game first after you're finished" yk? playfully ofc, n playfully fight with anyone who says the same thing (*cough* Wilbur, tommy, dream *cough*)

he probably wouldn't be on your art streams often – he doesn't really enjoy watching people draw, but he would want to see the finished pics

he would happily be on voice chat with you while you're drawing though!! :D

would be proud to answer any questions you have about character / scene / etc designs!!

"quackity!! so for this character – check your dms for a current picture – would red or purple antenna be better? also, two or four antenna?"

"*gasp* you're asking me?? 🥺" /j

"y'know what, nevermind, chat wh-"

"NO WAIT WAIT"

"so what do you think?"

also, if you do end up sending him the finished pics of the art he will hype you tf up !!!!

would try to get you make joke games – not like actually, it's just an ongoing bit between you two!

if you make a game for him – or give him a sneak peek of a game before anyone else he's going to freak out!! and he won't really know what to say bc putting feelings into words is hard

if y'all ever meet up and you're fine w hugs he's gonna give you a huge hug, hoping that makes up for the lack of words to describe how just,, proud of you he is bc he really really is!!

you're not even in your 20s yet and you can make video games, or help with them?? not to mention how creative you are with the characters and story line??? he's amazed by you

might actually cry /pos if you base a character off of him

like let's say a part of a puzzle is to get a rubber duck and place it into a pond to get the next hint or thing you need – only when he plays it on stream, he doesn't know anything about the game, so you're watching and waiting for him to get there

when he does get there – he finds out the duck has a beanie and has a white ring appear around it that flashes to life before fading out after picking it up, signifying it was the right thing to get

at first he doesn't really notice the ring, "oh! that animation is different than normal" he notes, but mainly focuses on the beanie, comparing it to himself before he glances at chat to see them freaking out over the planet duck reference

then he's just talking about it, shocked of course but flattered, and then you type in chat "you helped me a ton with things I couldn't decide during this game, I couldn't not add you! :)" everyone's just :(((( !!! /pos

overall supportive n proud, maybe a bit loud about games in progress, but just a really nice guy in general :)

tommy

he is ABSOLUTELY loud about your games in progress!! if you don't want something said you have to tell that to him before telling him or else he's going to brag about how cool it is the next time he streams

"chat!! chat, y/n is making this new game and they told me that one of the outfits you can collect for the player is going to be based off me!- right!! that sounds pog!!"

if he ever accidentally let's anything slip on stream that he was supposed to say, everyone who's a fan of you is just like "wow! suddenly! I cannot hear anymore!", sometimes they're like that even if it was okay to say

the just like being surprised :)

as for art streams, he'll try his best to tune in but obviously won't be there all the time! he's usually very active in chat too! likes being on call with you while you do art streams if you let him!

he once convinced you to make a texture pack and a shader (meant for both to be active at the same time), the fans loved it and a lot of them use it more often than the original!!

tommy however, not to much, proud of you bc that must've been a ton of work!! but at some time it slipped his mind that you make indie and horror games; I think we all know he doesn't do well with horror games

so you liking horror and such made the textures look more ominous and just make it look like and area you don't want to be in, and the spook goes up even more with the shader!! it's darker than usual, there's unusual fog, the portals look too dangerous now, so on and so forth yk

so,, tommy didn't use the texture pack for long;;

if you ever raid him after you're done streaming and he has a question, he's literally just gonna ask you on stream

"y/n raid? oh! are they still here?" when you confirm you're in chat, he continues "great! okay I had a question about your new game that's going to be available soon and how to download it-"

fans love how casual you guys are about game information, like you had to teach him how to export a game character he made on the website you usually make yours on (it was for a fun stream) and it was just a simple back and forth but everyone's like omg :((( omg them :((

also if you're the type of person to go insane over tiny details in other games, he will absolutely tease you for it

like you can just be going on and on about how this game had a sentence at the start that had a backhanded meaning by the end and he's just gonna call you a nerd (genuinely thinks is cool how much of the small things you notice in games though)

dream

COMPLAINING ABOUT CODING AND HOW HARD IT IS 🤝🤝

and if you took other coding classes hoping that I'd help with video game coding he'd just listen to you talk about it

"I actually took robotics for a while before because the school didn't have any video game coding classes and I was hoping it'd help either way" "oh?" "it,, it didn't help, it's so hard to code robots and considering how fast I caught onto video game code you think it'd be easier to understand the robot code" "yeah, that sounds reasonable" "NOPE,, WHY R THEY SO DIFFERENT I ALMOST FAILED" "D:"

fanartists like those moments, if one of those talks happen expect a bit of fanart of just dream and you chilling while you talk and he listens, the art always gives off comfy vibes n it's just cute :)

offering him to play a semi-rough draft of the demo so that he could see if it's good or what you needed to do to make it more enticing for the player

power duo fr fr o/

people like comparing y'all to hackers sometimes bc y'all know how to code???

you play into the bit with the fans though and honestly it's so fun !!!

fans: omg,, hackers (affectionate),,,

you next time you stream: hacker voice; I'm in

AND THEY GOT SHOCKED??? LIKE THEY FORGOT YOU CAN SEE THE STUFF THEY POST????

wouldn't be able to watch your art streams for long because he would get side tracked, the streams are just too under stimulating for his brain to focus on, but he'd hang around as long as he could though :)

would be glad to be on call with you while you're doing an art stream – though if he has is game sounds on you may occasionally have to repeat a question that was aimed at him

you're also in his streams when you can :)

also, you like sending donations to communicate rather than chat

one stream dream turned off his donos because you wouldn't stop giving him money 💀

being friends with such a popular creator and being a game creator yourself has it's downs as well

nothing thats too hard to deal with – the most common one is actually kinda funny – some people will slide in your dms acting like they're dream and just got locked out of his account, trying to get you to make them a game

like ??? do they think that dream would mssg you over Twitter or insta?? he has your phone number bro ,😭

also!!! when dream plays through new games you made he complements the small things and complements how hard something must've been to code :)

and I'm ngl, he kinda sucks with every game he plays at first but he's a quick learner so dw :)

would be glad to help if you're having a difficult time choosing between things too! except he'll answer right away without any teasing

"dreammm" "y/nnnn" "for this area should I do like shattered stone walls or mossy stone walls like with vines n stuff?" "depends on the vibe you want, shattered stone would give it a dangerous and uneasy undertone and mossy stone would be more of ominous, if that makes sense?" "oh! okay, thank youuu!!"

ofc if you didn't have a specific vibe or couldn't choose which was better he would just give a straight up answer so you didn't stress out trying to choose one \o/

would absolutely like being a guest in a drawing stream, he isn't the best at art or character design but it's fun to see him try

maybe you both plus some friends do a "drawing Minecraft mobs from memory" stream? ,, with that the thing is; his would mostly be relatively accurate if you could understand wtf he was drawing 😭

dream may or may or have some of your art as his phone homescreen, he loves your style so much :(( /pos

ranboo

first off; he's incredibly impressed!! like!!! you made this game?? this playable game, completely from scratch??? how??

also you may or may not have made a small Minecraft mod for him to tryout on stream,, little gift from you to both chat n ranboo 🤲

its literally all based off his lore,, if you get close to obsidian and crying obsidian fallen down from Undertale starts playing, if you splash water on yourself 1) you get hurt 2) your screen blacks out and when it comes back, your in a different place than before, some things art taken, maybe a few extra things are added

and there's a 50% chance that when you go into your "enderwalk" state (the blackout) you blow something up, so there may or may not be an explosion somewhere nearby, you also have a 20% chance of building something small in you enderwalk state :)

he found it so incredibly cool!!! chat was crying while complementing you while ranboo thanked you and complemented you over n over again

he won't shut up about how cool the mod is for several weeks, maybe even a few months, it's just so cool!!

will absolutely use it as a comeback if you let him; "oh? you got first place? well y/n made me a really really cool mod, so who's the actual winner here?"

will absolutely play every single game you come out with – it doesn't matter if it's his style or not – and he thoroughly enjoys all of the games as well

as for art streams, he will absolutely try to tune in every time he can!! active in chat and donos!!

doesn't really like being in art streams – like in call is fine but actually drawing? not really, he just doesn't love drawing in front of a ton of people

but will join an art stream if you ask

will listen to you rant about whatever, even if he doesn't understand it! like will listen to you go on and on about how well a game set up the atmosphere or maybe talking about how difficult coding is, and he'll converse back with you but won't really understand yk?

"ranboo I just played a really cool game do you wanna hear about it?" "yeah yeah- of course!!" "ok so like, the atmosphere was so well put together- like it was a horror game and I didn't even see the monster but the vibe was so well put together that it was still unnerving!!" "that's awesome! how did the atmosphere get set up the best and when you saw the monster, was it scarier?"

yk what I mean? like engages in convo so you don't feel bad about talking so much, plus shows his interest without the constant "hm?" "cool" etc a lot of people do and even though he does talk more than the acknowledgment sounds many people make he also manages to almost never sidetrack you and when he does it's on accident :)

if your way of learning is teaching then he'll gladly be the person you teach it to if you want! most likely won't use the information therefore his brain won't retain it but that's not on you, and the whole reason is so you can learn, not him, so! ^^

will make sure to take care of yourself, and he has a through way of telling if you have or not bc he's known you for long enough to know that even if you try to hide it a little bit of your tired voice shows so he knows if you've been sleeping like you should

also friends with you on discord, where you have your Spotify attached,, you like listening to music while you work on things that aren't sound related and if it's active later than it should be he's going to confront you

overall wholesome mixed in with a little pain bc both of you are like "ah yes, lore <3" and like to see fans cry /lh

niki

I feel like this is expected but if you need to get extra motivation she would probably be your go-to

she hypes you up but like, in a sweet and quiet kinda way, where as everyone else here would probably be relatively loud ;;

honored to be on an art stream if you invite her :')

and would absolutely watch your art streams when she can :D hypes you up in chat

also compliments, tons of compliments!

might call you a prodigy? bc you're so young but can already make games?? and make income off of them?? and do really good art??? and so much more??? like tell me that's not prodigy energy,

if you make a video game character based off her she might cry,, like in a positive way obviously but like at the same time :(( no don't cry!!

I say might bc it's dependant on how she feels that day yk? like she might just have the almost-cry wobble to her voice or she might actually, if that makes sense?

she genuinely loves your art style!! even if it's pointy and kinda creepy she really likes it!!

yk the "awww (name) :(" /pos she does sometimes? 100% does that with you

there are a few compilations of just "aww y/nnn" on YouTube and all the comments on those videos are just crying over y'all /pos

would be happy to help if you're stuck between some options in a game, but would feel kinda bad bc it's your game, you're supposed to be the one choosing the stuff

assure her that it's okay n stuff n she'll be ok tho !

I can't decide if she would play your games or not

bc on one hand she's a huge supporter of you and your work and would like to experience it first hand

but on the other hand she isn't the best with scry games,,

so maybe she'd do both? maybe she'd react on stream to a playthrough, maybe your playthrough? or maybe she would only play some of your games? I haven't decided so up to you I suppose!

jack manifold

genuinely amazed by your talent and will make it quite clear!!

can and will go on tangents about you on stream if someone brings it up

everyone is so :(( <333 /pos bc of it

will play the games you've made as soon as he can

if there are different games that line up in a story he'll make sure to play them in order :)

people also sometimes compare you two to hackers bc you code a ton and he kinda looks like a hacker

difference here is that both of you play into the bit, it's tons of fun!!

listen, I know he doesn't draw much but I am a firm believer that he will doodle his favorite character(s) from your games after he's done playing them

like after he plays a game of yours then expect a small doodle in your texts :)

you compiled a bunch of these doodles into one picture and made it you phone background and he only found out after y'all met irl and it caught the corner of his eye and he registered "oh hey wait that looks familiar"

he found out while recording the vlog n when editing, the editor was like "hey let's leave this in, it'd be funny if the fans knew right?" ,, the fans were crying for two weeks,, /pos

and speaking of drawings; he would like to be on a drawing stream with you, thinks it's be tons of fun!! :D

and he's usually free to call while your streaming and doesn't mind so if you wanna talk to him while drawing just call :)

and he will watch the streams he can make it to!! he may leave a bit early but he stays for the majority of it

if you make a character based off of him he's going to constantly thank you and brag about how cool you are anywhere he can

"hello manifolders, if you haven't done it already go download (game name)! I'm there!" with a ss of his character from the game and he'll reply to the tweet on his alt to talk more about the game and how much he really liked it :)

another that'll help you were you need it! he'll make it into a joke before anything else, but he'll get to the point

taglist (sorry i forgot to do it on the past two): @cvsmixplant // @l0ver0fj0y // @youngstarfishdinosaur

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