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[thetriangletattoo]

out of my system

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[bloodynereid]

hey i was wondering if you could write a warren rojas x reader fic where the reader is an absolute rockstar and what their relationship would be like since they’re two musicians dating one another while living with the six

i love ur writing

tyyy 💕💕💕

Rhythm of Our Love

pairing: warren rojas/rhodes x fem! reader

a/n: hi! tysm for ur request and hopefully I fulfilled it the best I could. also u didn't specify if you wanted fem or gender neutral reader so i kind of just went with fem if that's okay. also this fic kind of ran away from me so I guess you just get to spend 5.3k words falling more in love with warren (I personally like longer fics). oh and there's a lot of billy bashing in this, which wasn't really intentional but yk it happens. oh and btw i hadn't watched the new episodes yet when i wrote this so this is really just mixed with some book events so book spoilers (!!) - reader is kind of like female pete if that makes sense

tw: drug mentions (mescaline, weed, pills), addiction mentions, billy bashing (don't know if that qualifies as a warning lmao), swearing, cigarette smoking, mentions of cheating (billy and camila - not warren + reader)

description: the rise to fame of a band and the love story between the drummer and bassist that accompanies it.

Y/N (bassist for Daisy Jones & The Six): Is this on? Yeah okay right. So where do you want me to start? The beginning. Geez okay let’s start at the beginning then.

You grew up living next to the Dunne brothers and ended up taking up bass after listening to Queen and The Beatles. John Deacon and Paul McCartney made those songs what they were and you were proud to be able to play something similar to them. So it was only natural that you ended up joining the Dunne brothers after Graham accidentally heard you playing one summer night.

Y/N: God I can remember the first time I played with them so clearly. They had become a pretty established band in Hazelwood but Chuck had quit, wanting to go to dental school or some shit like that, so they were going to give the bass part to Eddie, until Graham found me.

Eddie: Y/N was a lifesaver. I would have to play bass if Graham hadn’t gotten her to join. Plus she was one of the best things that could have happened to the band.

It was a chilly night but you rocked up to your neighbor’s garage wearing a pair of flared jeans and a butterfly top. Your bass slung over your shoulder and a cigarette between your lips. 

Warren: Y/N was a total rockstar from the beginning. And the way she carried herself that night, man, she was the most attractive woman I had ever seen.

“So are we ready to get this show on the road? I’ve been working on the sheets that Graham gave me yesterday.” You said as you entered the small room where all the boys were already tuning up and Warren was playing a random rhythm on the drums.

“We’re opening for the Winters in two days. Make sure you aren’t still ‘working’ on those sheets.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You gave him a little salute whilst rolling your eyes which learned a few laughs from the group and a frown from Billy.

“Whatever, let’s just get this going.”

Graham: Billy was an asshole when he first met Y/N. Similar to how he was with Daisy, but he knew we needed her. 

Eddie: Y/N handled Billy better than I think anyone ever has. She met his challenges with blunt sarcasm and humor. Anyone who could deal with his bullshit made an instant friend with me.

Warren: I don’t think she knew how hot I found her at that moment.

Y/N: I knew. I mean I had been harboring a little crush on Warren since middle school. I wanted to impress him and I would say I succeeded.

Warren: She had a crush on me in MIDDLE SCHOOL? If I had known that it would have made things a hell of a lot easier.

Y/N: Fast-forward two days, came the night that changed everything. I mean my first gig was the time we opened for the Winters. My fingers were cramping and I had a horrible backache from the amount of practice I had been doing. On a plus side I got to meet Camila. She was just… incredible. God knows that Billy doesn’t deserve that wonderful woman at all.

You were running on a total of 2 hours of sleep. The past two nights had been spent practicing the pieces over and over again by yourself. And then the days were filled with practice with the boys. The band needed this to be perfect and you understood the weight of that completely. You were a rockstar. You were meant for this. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself as you walked into the performing area, staring wide eyed at the space.

Y/N: All I was thinking was: “You better not fuck this up.” That was the night we also met Karen. Karen Karen, my soon to be best friend. She was the keyboardist for The Winters and let’s just say Graham fell in love at first sight.

Right before we were about to go on stage a sudden crushing feeling started to encompass your chest. You were actually going to do this. Oh fuck.

Warren: I could tell she was having a freakout. I mean if it was my first time playing with a new band AND I had only had 2 days to practice I would have been hyperventilating. So I went up to her.

“What’s your favorite fruit?” That silky voice brought you out of your spiral with the most absurd question that had ever been uttered.

“Uh what?”

“What’s your favorite fruit? Mine personally are strawberries.”

“Oh umm I don’t know, I kind of like Y/F/F (your favorite fruit).”

“Cool, you good?” That was when you realized what he had done. You sent Warren a blinding smile and leaned to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah thanks I owe you one.”

Warren: Call me a sap or whatever but I can still feel that kiss. I treasured that for a long time. Anyways, she was incredible that night. 

Y/N: There was like this electrifying feeling of being on stage and playing to all those people. I wanted to feel like that forever. Maybe it was also pure exhaustion but I swear it felt like I was on a high.

Billy: She played really well, I mean for a person who had two days of practice.

Y/N: We met Rod Reyes after our set. The man was a douchebag but he planted that LA dream in all of us. I was probably too exhausted to have been making decisions of that kind but…

“If you all will have me, I say fuck it let’s go to LA!”

“Let’s go to LA!”

Y/N: None of us stayed for the Camila and Billy drama, so Warren dropped me off last. We smoked weed for a while. We talked about all that weird philosophical shit that you talk about when high. Then I crashed for a few hours.

It was raining buckets. You pulled up in your dad’s car outside of Warren’s house. You had those weirdly unattached parents who really didn’t give a damn about what you did. They already had their hopes pinned on your older brothers so when you asked if you could move to LA, your parents couldn’t have helped you pack up faster.

“Bye dad.”

“Bye sweetheart. Don’t forget your bass.” He gave you an uncomfortable hug before passing your last suitcase filled with small remnants of your life.

“Hey Mr. L/N. I can take that.”

“Thanks Graham.” He quickly put up your few suitcases on the roof and you waved at your dad as he disappeared into the blankets of rain.

“Ready?”

“Definitely.” Warren helped you into the van and you got situated in a comfortable spot. You lit up one of your cigarettes and opened up the pages of your slightly damp book, waiting for a while until finally everything seemed ready to go. Well not everything.

“Got room for one more?” Camila got into the van and sent you a little smile before cosying up next to Billy.

Y/N: That road trip was one of those things that was both horrible and incredible at the same time. But when we got to LA man wow it was like we were transported and then we met Rod Reyes, again. He was such an asshole but at least we finally had some gigs lined up and a house, but calling it that might actually be a bit generous. 

Warren: Graham insisted we kept the haunted room for Karen. And obviously Billy and Camila got a room. Which meant Y/N was either stuck on the couch or rooming with one of us. And… Graham and Eddie already called the bunks.

“This is so fucking unfair! Why does your non-existent girlfriend get a room and I don’t?”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Fuck you Graham. Where the fuck am I meant to sleep then huh?”

“Uh well Eddie and I are sharing the bunks.”

Y/N: It was like a really bad romance movie.

“You have got to be kidding me! Did any of you even think to count the rooms in this house?”

“Guys just shut the fuck up. Y/N you’re going to sleep in Warren’s room and that’s final. You’re all acting like children.”

Y/N: That was also one of the many times that Camila basically acted like our mother, in a good way.

“You know what, fine! I hope you’re happy Graham.” You said as you slammed the door to your new room and unpacked in a furious hurry. 

Warren: There was a king sized bed that took up basically the entirety of our room. Honestly it was one of the worst rooms in the house, but at least it wasn’t haunted! 

Y/N: Warren wanted to take the floor but if you saw that room you would know that the floor basically consisted of like a slab of wood. The closet and the bed took up the entire space and then there was this huge window. It didn’t even have curtains! Whoever designed that room was an idiot. But we didn’t have the money for anything else.

Warren: I tried to be a gentleman about it but like I would never have been able to sleep on the floor and I wasn’t sleeping outside.

Y/N: Not going to lie after that first night I was kind of grateful to Graham. Don’t tell him I said that though. Anyways we played so many gigs and were getting nowhere. And we were slowly running out of money. Oh and Karen did end up joining the band and she got the room.

You were all seated in some random diner with Camila counting out all the money you had gotten from gigs and your little part-time job working at a movie theater. On your side of the table sat Karen, Warren, you and then Eddie.

“Why are we still called the Dunne brothers, anyway?” That ended up sparking up a rather loud discussion of our side of the table against Billy. You rolled your eyes and leaned your head on Warren’s shoulder. You could see his stupid smile as he looked down at you so you just poked him in the ribs and he laughed.

“I for one am for changing the name.” You said as you took a drag of your cigarette, adding to the already thick cloud of smoke that surrounded the band.

“You see, Billy, basically the entire band is against you on this one.”

“No, no. The band name is what gives us credibility if we change it then all of our reputation goes out of the window.”

“Oh our Pittsburgh reputation really? Or maybe the reputation of not being able to get good gigs.” You barked back at the already angry man which made Eddie send you a grateful smile.

Then came the barrage of horrible name ideas, including one from Warren that made you look up at him from his shoulder in confusion and slight disgust.

“Look okay, the seven of us will never agree on the name.” That’s when it came to you.

“What about The Six?”

“Huh?” Everyone turned to you as you sat up and took a sip of Warren’s coffee.

“I mean no offense Camila but you aren’t technically part of the band so there’s six of us. We can be called The Six. The Five is used too much and The Seven sounds like way too many members so how about The Six?”

“You know what, I like it.”

“Me too.”

Y/N: So we had a shiny new band name, my relationship with Warren had gone from band mates to really good friends. And no I don’t mean that in an innuendo way but you get really close to someone you have to share a bed with every night. We had some good nights.

Warren: I always thought that Y/N would end up moving in with Karen after she joined but she didn’t. I think she knew that that room was haunted.

“So who do you think the most attractive person in the band is?” You and Warren were lying on the bed in a drug addled haze after taking some mushrooms he had gotten from one of his hippie friends.

“Huh?” You sluggishly turned to look at his face, finding that his eyes were already on you.

“Who do you think is the most attractive in the band?”

“Hmm I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean Graham and Billy aren’t my type. Eddie is hopelessly in love with Camila-”

“Wait what?”

“Dude are you blind?”

“No? I mean I know Graham likes Karen but she doesn’t like him.”

“That is like the most obvious observation I have ever heard.”

“Hey! So that just leaves… Camila, Karen and me. Wait, is Camila the person who you find most attractive? I’m not judging if she is.”

“I can’t lie she’s really pretty and Karen is absolutely stunning but no not the person I find most attractive.”

“Me?”

“Yes dumbass. Now it’s your turn to answer the question.”

“Oh that’s easy, you obviously.” You smiled bashfully at him as his mischievous smirk grew.

“You are too charming for your own good.”

“I could say the same thing about you.” That was when you both fell silent. Maybe it was the confidence the drugs gave you but you quickly gave him a kiss before backing away.

“You like me back?”

“Obviously you dumbass, I've liked you for ages. Why do you think I’ve been cuddling with you for the past few months? I don’t do that with every single person I know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Y/N: As I said, a really cheesy romance movie. But I found Warren and we fit like puzzle pieces.

Warren: We were high on shrooms when she kissed me. We didn’t do much else that night, other than kissing and then sleeping.

Y/N: I may have loved Warren but we weren’t sleeping together until I knew he was serious. I had seen him with the small amount of groupies that we had. I’m not a jealous woman but that right there boiled my very core.

Warren: I stopped hanging out with the groupies after that night. Y/N became the light of my life, I wasn’t going to ruin the only good thing going for me that wasn’t the band.

Y/N: Then Billy convinced Teddy Price to listen to one of our songs. I have no idea how he did it. The next few months after that song were the most anxiety I had ever experienced but they were also the happiest. I was doing what I loved and I was doing it with the person I loved. Then we got to record the album. 

Karen: Y/N and Warren went official a few weeks before we got the album deal. They were the most obnoxiously cute couple I had ever been around. And they complemented each other incredibly well.

Graham: Honestly I take it as full credit to my genius that those two first got together.

Camila: Oh Y/N and Warren… god they were one of those strangely healthy couples. They were living the life, they had each other, the band and the drugs. They were insanely happy together.

Y/N: We were going to go on tour! That was huge for us and for me. A few days before we went though, Camila told us she was pregnant. They got married that night.

Warren: The wedding? Oh I don’t remember it that much. Mescaline… well it’s a powerful drug.

Y/N: Did Warren tell you we were on mescaline the entire night? Yeah. God, I wish I had been more present in that moment but we truly were having the time of our lives. Camila being pregnant also put things into perspective for us. Protection wasn’t a big thing in the 70s but I had been taking birth control after I read a few books. I wasn’t taking any chances. 

Warren: Yeah we had a deep discussion about that. I think that was one of the many times where I realized how shit it was to be a woman of that time. I supported whatever she wanted to do fully.

Y/N: We went on tour. It was fine. Billy was an asshole but he went off the rails. I mean Warren and I were a bit out of control cause you know… fame. But Billy, he went hard on all the drugs and the groupies.

Warren: We were there to have a good time but I also recognized something in Billy that I never wanted to be. I stayed away from the hard drugs and sure we hung out with groupies but I would never betray Y/N like that.

Y/N: Then Camila arrived, heavily pregnant and she found Billy getting it on with some groupie. Fuck, I really tried to call her but you never want to hurt someone like that you know. Fast forward a few shows and well we found out Camila had given birth. Teddy put Billy in a rehab center. We cut the tour short and that fucked it up with the label. I think it also made me realize how incredibly lucky I was to have found Warren.

Warren: The next few months the band was idle. Y/N and I did a ton of mushrooms and we helped babysit Julia. It was actually really nice and domestic.

Y/N: I was bored out of my mind. I wasn’t suited for an idle lifestyle. When Billy decided to stop being an idiot and rejoined the band, things finally started to look up. And then we all met Daisy Jones.

“Why can’t we just have Karen or Y/N sing this stuff? If you want an edge we have that already.”

“Oh no way, Billy. I don’t sing, I’ll help with backing but that’s it.” You said as you stamped out your cigarette on the tray.

“I’m with Y/N. Plus I agree with Teddy, it will give us a new sound.” Billy stormed out of the room at that leaving you and the rest of the band to chuckle at his dramatics.

Y/N: We were all enraptured with her when she first walked into the studio. She was wearing a button down shirt and no pants. That made one hell of an entrance. And of course, Billy wasn’t pleased.

“Hi nice to meet you Daisy. I’m Y/N.” You said as she walked into the recording studio while Warren’s arm was secured around your shoulders.

“You too. Thank you all for having me.”

“You’re welcome.” Graham answered.

“Okay, let’s get this show on the road.” You and the rest of the band left the room and went into the production booth.

Y/N: She was incredible. Even if she did try to change up Billy’s song. Personally I always liked her version. After that recording session it all kind of blew up. Billy wanted to keep the song as it was and obviously he did that until Daisy showed up to one of our shows at The Whisky. We then headed out to our world tour, The Numbers tour as it was dubbed featuring Daisy Jones.

Warren: We were making money, a ton of money at that. Sold out shows everywhere we went.

Y/N: I’m pretty sure that was the tour that Karen and Graham started hooking up. Warren didn’t believe me, he had his own theories. Like he thought Bones, our lighting guy… *cue you breaking out into laughter*, sorry sorry, but geez yeah Warren was honestly the most clueless guy I had ever met and I loved him for it. Then came the show for Rolling Stone, that was an incredible show but Eddie… that man had basically become my brother at that point. What Billy did was one of the worst things he could have ever done to him.

Eddie: I couldn’t take it anymore so I had to do something.

Y/N: I understood why he smashed that guitar. I would have done the same thing. But my bass was also something I had basically built all by myself. I wasn’t going to hurt my baby.

After all of the drama, you quickly made your way over to Eddie before Jonah Berg came down. A cup of water in hand and a cigarette dangling from your lips. 

“Ed?” You walked up next to your best friend and gave him a little shoulder nudge.

“Oh hey Y/N.” His voice sounded thick with underlying rage. One that you recognized all too well.

“I’m really fucking sorry.” And you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

Y/N: When you spend a long time around someone you kind of learn their tells. Warren and I were incredibly good at reading each other. And I was just incredibly similar to Eddie, so I knew how to help him… we both have really horrible tempers. Warren and the drugs had been helping but Eddie didn’t have a Warren.

Eddie: What Y/N did after that show… she knew I didn’t want to talk about it. She became my sister at that moment.

Y/N: I think Warren and I should have probably stopped Daisy. But we were sort of mooching off her stash. We promised each other to not go on the hard stuff but I think I was getting addicted.

Warren: Drugs were a normal thing in the 70s and we were having fun! But yeah I was feeling like I was starting to depend on pills.

Y/N: I was getting sloppy with my playing so I knew I needed to start weaning myself off it. We didn’t know much about addiction back then so it was hard to stop but we did the best we could. Well for one thing we didn’t go cold turkey.

Warren: When she told me, I understood her completely, I was feeling the effects of it too. We kind of talked through it a bunch and decided we should probably lay off the heavier psychedelics. Being rockstars meant you were down to have fun but if she wasn’t happy then I was going to try and remedy that.

Eddie: I think after the whole Glasgow thing I saw Y/N become more level headed. The same with Warren. I think they made some decision to get like moderately clean. They were still smoking pot and stuff but stopped with the pills and harder stuff.

Karen: I swear I thought they were either trying to get pregnant or Y/N already was. The fact that after that Rolling Stone interview they suddenly stopped taking anything stronger than weed is probably what made me suspicious.

Y/N: I ended up sitting next to Eddie for most of the flight back, leaving Warren to sleep. I think we were the only two band members that weren’t consulted about Daisy, but I honestly didn’t give a damn. It was nice to have another girl around and… I was probably feeling the withdrawal.

Warren: When we got back to LA, I bought a one-bedroom Gibson.

Y/N: Warren bought a boat and I bought a little house which has a boat dock, it was kind of like a perfect compromise. 

Warren: I kept my boat mostly at Y/N’s house but we occasionally went on little trips. Mostly we drank beers on it and spent nights at the house. Y/N took up sports for some reason but I wasn’t going to complain, she looked hot.

Y/N: Yeah, I took up surfing, boxing and got into soccer. I was still practicing bass daily but without the band getting together much that summer, Warren and I kind of just did whatever. We smoked a lot of weed too. We were moderately clean and we were happy but I think deep down we missed life on the road.

Warren: Neither of us were ones for settling down. That’s probably why Y/N got into sports and I bought that boat. Oh and Eddie was around a lot. At first I thought he was trying to get into Y/N’s pants or something but they have this weird bond that reminded me of how my sisters and I acted.

Eddie: I visited Y/N and Warren A LOT. I don’t think they minded me being there, I basically took up permanent residence in Y/N’s spare bedroom. Y/N and I actually wrote a lot of songs during those days and we both got into surfing. And the LA surf scene was something else but I was itching for the road and they were too. So when the call came in from Graham we were all ready to leave. 

Y/N: We got together in The Rainbow and that’s where everyone just started to talk about everything and what parts they wanted to play. I mean I was already writing my bass lines so I was fine in that department. Warren and I mostly stayed out of the conversation, just smoking and making little jokes.

Graham: I think this was one of the only times that Y/N was completely silent around Billy. I mean Warren and her had always been pretty independent but they seemed like they were in their own little world. Well that was at least until Eddie stepped in.

“Look I don’t want us to turn into some kind of pop group dynamic.”

“You know what I agree with Eddie.”

“Oh so you’re finally going to talk.”

“What the hell?! I didn’t have anything to contribute and was making it easier for you and now you’re getting mad at me for actually pitching in?”

Billy: Y/N and Eddie hated me. I don’t know what I ever did to them but they got on my nerves constantly.

Daisy: Y/N was a spitfire. Eddie and her kind of had this team dynamic that was based on ganging up on Billy. Not that he didn’t deserve it but there was always underlying tension.

Y/N: I never hated Billy. He just wasn’t someone I particularly liked. He thought the world revolved around him and he loved trying to be the boss. He never once listened to my ideas, even if I had been there from basically the beginning. Eddie and I were just getting fed up.

“Okay, everyone just calm down. Billy, Eddie does have a point.” Teddy Price was always the peacemaker in these things. You scoffed and leaned in closer to Warren who had taken to rubbing circles on your arm to calm you.

Y/N: We walked out of there with a new name: Daisy Jones & The Six. I guess you can call that the beginning of the end. While Daisy and Billy went off to compose, the rest of us worked on Aurora together. By the time we were going to play it for Billy I think it sounded pretty incredible but… he hated it. You could see the revulsion on his face but Teddy convinced him to keep it. Oh but Daisy loved it! I knew I liked her for a reason.

Warren: Daisy got on really well with Y/N and I during the entire time we made Aurora. We had that easy way of suggesting things for each other and giving feedback that we all followed.

Daisy: I wish I had a relationship like those two. They respected the other person in a way I had never seen before and they were so hopelessly in love with each other. I knew it was only a short time before they would get married. I was honestly jealous of what they had.

Y/N: I never went to one of Daisy’s infamous parties. Not because I didn’t want to but because I was happier. Which sounds really fucked up cause everyone else wasn’t doing that great around that time. I think the fact that I stopped taking drugs helped A LOT. Warren and I were enjoying life so you know we obviously took the next step. We got married.

Warren: We didn’t tell anyone we were getting married. And no one really knew until the band broke up.

Y/N: We got married in a little chapel on this hill near Long Beach. I refused to do a Vegas wedding even if we were eloping.

Warren: She was insanely beautiful that day. We both showed up in pretty casual wedding clothes.

Y/N: I was wearing a long sleeve all-white prairie dress that I had bought the day we decided to do it. It wasn’t my style at all.

Warren: We spent our honeymoon at our little house. And we didn’t answer the phone for like a solid four days. Good times.

Y/N: The band was freaking out by the time we came back to rehearsals on thursday. They thought we died or something.

Eddie: We thought they went on some kind of bender or disappeared into the horizon with Warren’s boat but no they arrived on thursday with these huge smiles and a new car.

Y/N: We extended the honeymoon after the band broke up. We went to Hawaii with Warren’s boat. I don’t think that was safe but we did it anyway.

Warren: Oh, the car. Did Eddie mention that? Yeah we put some of our money together and bought an Aston Martin. You know the James Bond car.

Y/N: We had some money left over from royalties and stuff so when we pooled it we had just enough to buy that car and start putting some more of it into retirement.

Warren: We still have that car. And we still live in that same house. And Y/N hasn’t made me sell the boat yet so we’re doing pretty good.

Interviewer: So how did the band react to you two getting married?

Y/N: Well, I told Eddie first. He obviously reacted as expected.

Eddie: I was happy for her but mad that she didn’t let me be at the wedding. Y/N made up for it though when she allowed me to officiate their vow renewal.

Graham: I found out a few weeks after the band broke up. I was obviously not doing well after all the Karen drama. But I went up to their house to see them and when I walked inside I saw the rings on their fingers and the rest is history. I got to be Warren’s best man at the vow renewal, I mean it was my entire genius that got them dating in the first place, it was the least they could do.

Karen: I knew when I met up with Y/N and Camila for drinks. She showed us the ring and honestly we were both very shocked.

Camila: I didn’t think she would go through with it but wow I couldn’t imagine a better match. When she asked us to be maids of honor for her wedding, I obviously accepted.

Daisy: I didn’t go to the vow renewal. Being around Billy was going to be a trigger and I knew that. But I still meet up with them a lot. Their kids love being around mine.

Billy: Yeah I was happy for them, sure. Camila told me after they went out for dinner I think.

Y/N and Warren Rojas live in that small house on the coast of LA with their three kids, Lily, Vivienne (Viv for short) and Javier. Y/N went on to be the bassist for many well-known artists like Kate Bush, Billy Idol and even worked with members of the Beatles. They are currently celebrating their 20 year anniversary, which was marked by a vow renewal a few months ago.

this is very much self indulgent - i will be writing a bunch of angst next so prepare yourselves.

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[lovelybrooke]

Omg i Love your platonic yandere spiderwebs stuff. I binged all of them basically the second I left the cinema and I was wondering if I could request something. What would happen if Reader somehow finds out what happened to her Peter (maybe she somehow gets her hands on surveillance footage) and how the spideys all react. If you’ll write this I’ll be forever thankful. I don’t really care if it’s headcanons or a oneshot, do whatever feels right to you. Luv u thanks

For the Multiverse (Yandere Spiderman Across the Spiderverse x reader)

I swear you guys can read my mind. I wanted to go into this in my original concept, but thought it was too much, so I'm exsited to write this.

Check out my other stuff here: Masterlist.

"Peter, are you busy?"

Peter turns, giving you a lazy smile as Mayday coos in her baby carrier. He looks down, patting her on the head, be before looking back at you.

"No kid, what's up?" Your sweating, nervous even under the gaze of the notoriously calm Spiderman. You take a deep breath while picking at your fingernails.

"I-I was just, um wondering if you knew where Miguel is?" Your voice is small and wavering, nearly too quiet for Peter to even hear. He tilts his head, giving you a confused look.

"Yeah, he should be in his office." He lets out an awkward laugh, "...like always."

That does not help your anxiousness, wrapping your arms around your waist to calm your nervous breathing. "Y-yeah, I guess you're right. Stupid question." You whisper the last part, causing Peter to shake his head. He moves closer, raising his hand to pat you on the shoulder, retracting it when you skittishly move away from him, fear swimming in your eyes.

He ignores it, placing his hand back at his side like nothing happened, "It wasn't a stupid question, just...wondering why you were asking?"

You face is to the ground, so he isn't able to fully evaluate your emotions, but he can fairly assume your terrified of him right now. For what reason, he doesn't know, but he can also assume it has something to do with the person you're looking for.

"You wouldn't hide anything from me right." You look up to him with a furrowed brow, your mouth a thin line, "none of you...none of you would lie to me?"

"Of course, not kid." Peter doesn't waste a second. You nod, not looking at him like you knew something was up.

"Okay well, I'm going to find Miguel, thank you." You leave before Peter can say anything. He watches you go, fear rising up through his body as Mayday waves to you from her seat on his chest. Once he's sure you're out of earshot, Peter awkwardly pulls his wrist up, calling Miguel, who answers instantly.

"Miguel, I think they're on to something."

---

"Miguel! Miguel, I want to talk to you."

You don't hear anything for a while, seething in the silence of his dark office. You cross your arms, exhaling loudly as you wait for him to respond.

"You seem angry." Miguel says when his platform finally hits the ground. You scoff, throwing your hands in the air in frustration.

"Oh, really, I seem angry?" You give him a pointed look, frustration rising up in your voice, "Of course I'm fucking angry, Miguel!"

He turns to look at you, his face hard as stone, his gaze cold, "language" is all he says before looking back at his screens.

You let out an airless laugh, your arms falling to your side. You shake your head, staring at the back of his head in confused awe. "So, that's it. We're not going to...I don't know, talk about it?"

"I don't know about what you want to talk about?"

"About you murdering my best friend!" You scream, causing Miguel to finally face you. Your chest heaves up and down, a snarl on your face as you look at him. Miguel doesn't like it, this rage you're displaying. It makes him feel like he hasn't done a good job being your father, and he assumes he hasn't by the look on your face, one of malice and disappointment all rolled into one.

Miguel takes a deep breath, taking a careful step towards you, "It was for the multiverse."

"Oh bullshit!" You yell, pointing towards all his screens, "When has a Spiderman ever had to die for the multiverse?" Miguel closes his eyes, trying to sooth down his own frustration.

"Many times (Y/N)." You don't respond, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth. Miguel can see tears starting to stream down your face, all the frustration he felt washing away and is replaced with guilt.

"Look (Y/N) ...I didn't, I-I didn't want to you find out this way." He says, slowly moving towards you, placing a hand on your back. He can feel your heartbeat, it's erratic.

"If you didn't want to me to find out, why'd you do it." You mumble, leaning into Miguel's touch. He starts to rub your back, hoping to calm you down.

"It was for the multiverse, for you." He says before crouching down to your level, turning you towards him. His face is filled with remorse, even you can see that. But you can't help but be so incredibly angry at him for what he's done.

"He was my friend." You lip quivers as you speak, and Miguel wraps you up in a hug.

"I know." He whispers in your ear as you cry into his shoulder. His grip on you doesn't waver as he refuses to let you go.

---

"(Y/N)? Do you want to talk to us?"

It's Miles now. An hour ago, it was Gwen. Two hours ago, it was Peter. Before Peter was Pavitr, and so far, you haven't heard anything from Hobie, but you assumed he's shown up with one of them.

You don't respond, you were too tired to respond. You bury yourself deeper into your blankets and pillows, closing your eyes in hopes he'd go away.

You don't hear him move, but you assumed he did after a while. As you start to finally fall asleep, you hear whispers from more people outside your door.

The noise starts to get louder, even when you cover your ears with your pillow and groan loudly, hoping they'd catch the hint.

Suddenly, there's banging on your door. You shoot up, some of your blankets coming with you. The banging doesn't stop, even when the others outside beg them too.

"(Y/N) If you don't open up, I will kick your door down." It's Hobie's voice now. He doesn't sound angry, just worried, and you can tell he doesn't want to barge in, but you've been in your room for several hours.

"If you don't open this door soon I'll-" Hobie pauses and you can hear him take a breath, "Please, (Y/N), I-we are worried about you."

You don't respond, simply getting up and sitting down back to your door. You hear Hobie and the others whispering, mainly Pavitr rambling.

"Did you guys know?" You ask, voice drained of emotion. You wish you were stronger; wish you could demand something out of them. But you're just a child, a sad, grieving, child.

You hear Pavitr sigh, "(Y/N), we...we weren't allowed to tell you, you know that." His voice is just as shaky, you feel bad, wishing to step out there and comfort him, but you can't.

"We would've told you...if we could." Gwen adds, getting a hum from Miles. You stare down at your hands, they were shaking. Everything was shaking, you couldn't control it.

You stare back at the door, mainly the lock, questioning if there was anything you could've done. You know the fate of the multiverse isn't in your hands, but maybe there could've been something. You could've been a better friend, a better teammate, something other than the groveling mess you are now.

The sound of the door unlocking is quiet, but none of your friends miss it. Quickly, they move to look at you, you look like a mess, you know it.

"Was it my fault?" You try to steady your breathing "was there anything I could've done?"

They don't respond, you know the answer. You know that it's not that simple.

Pavitr is the first one to come in and hug you, it was warm, just like him. Then it was Miles, and Gwen, and finally Hobie, all wrapping you up in there embrace so you couldn't possibly leave them.

It felt overwhelming, the tears, the emotions, the support. You sobbed as they hugged you tighter, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped back up in your bed.

"We're sorry." You don't know who said it, but you know what they meant by it.

---

"Miguel, did we do the right thing?" Peter asks. Mayday wasn't present, he didn't want her to be here for this conversation.

"Of course, we did." Peter shakes his head.

"You sure? Because I don't know." He pinches the bridge of his nose, staring at Miguel with confusion. "The kid, (Y/N), they didn't seem so happy."

"They wouldn't be happy if they were dead."

Peter lets out a dry laugh, clearly not believing him, "You and I both know their Peter wasn't going to kill them."

Miguel huffs, moving towards Peter with frustration all over him, "If they stayed in their dimension, they would've died."

"So, we had to kill their best friend. That just isn't adding up." Peter yells, just as frustrated.

"If (Y/N) stayed in their dimension, their Peter wouldn't have been able to keep them safe and (Y/N) would've died." He said slowly.

"So, that Peter was an anomaly?" Peter questioned.

"Sure."

"What does sure mean?"

"It means stop questioning my authority." He said coldly. "Now leave, you're being annoying."

It didn't take too long for Peter to leave Miguel's office. Once he was gone, Miguel let out a deep breath, tired from everything that has happened this day.

When Miguel first met your Peter, he didn't expect you. Usually, he's able to expect the unexpected, but you were different.

Your Peter came to him, asking him to bring you along to Headquarters. Of course, he said no, but that didn't stop Peter from asking over and over again, like something was going to change.

One day, Miguel just felt the urge to ask Layla about you and after much teasing, she gave him all the information on you.

You were a friend of Peter, who, out the goodness of your heart, started helping him with his Spiderman adventures. Simple as that. Other than, of course, you dying when Peter would be away on a mission from HQ, from him.

He couldn't tell Peter about it; it would lead to so many problems later. But he couldn't just ignore it, he couldn't just let you die.

There are so many Peters at HQ, he assumed one being gone wouldn't hurt you. Even so, you made so many new friends. This was your home. He made you happy. And you made him, and so many others, happy.

Miguel knew he did the right thing. He did the right thing for him.

But for the Multiverse, maybe not.

---

A/n: I feel like the dialogue is kind of cringe, sorry.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #spider man across the spider verse #platonic yandere spiderverse #platonic spiderverse #yandere spiderverse #yandere spiderman #spider gwen #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #miles morales

[joshusten]

honeysuckle (guy/honey, redacted audios)

Guy is having not-so-wholesome thoughts about his recently turned roommate-to-lover.

NSFW CONTENT!! (minors dni pls!)

(suggestive, making out, dirty thoughts, implied sexual content at the end)

3.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist]

[cw/notes: idk man guy is horny and theres a lot of horny stuff but it's not SUPER explicit (i think) and plsplsss im asking for feedback bc this is the first time writing something this suggestive hope u enjoy!! OH also as always theres probably grammatical errors and guy might be OOC]

A HUGEEE thank you to the wonderful @slushiepizza for all the amazing suggestions and support throughout writing this fic!! this rlly would not be finished without ur help thank you for ur service in providing quality guy/honey content SHAKING U RN ILY!!!

Guy is a daydreamer.

Ask anyone who knows him, from his grade school teachers to his apartment neighbors, and they can attest that Guy never seems to run out of topics to talk about. Never a dull moment, much less a dull idea to mull over when he’s around.

In fact, his imagination is something he prides himself in. After all, as an aspiring writer, it’s what gives the very soul of all of the stories he wants to share with the world—whether it’s the exciting plot of a potential novel he has been writing (and rewriting) all night throughout the week or an epic fantasy he was able to make up on the top of his head and narrate to the kids by the playground of the middle-school he makes deliveries to.

Guy is a daydreamer. 

And it might be the very trait that would be the root of his current predicament.

Slow hands, languid movements

“Does this feel good, Honey?”

Heavy breaths, sharp gasps

“You can get r-rougher, babe. I can take it…”

Warm bodies, warmer lips

“M-mhm, Guy…”

Fuck. Their lips…

“Guy?”

Fuck.

“Guy!”

Fuck.

“Hello? Earth to Guy? You with us, buddy?”

Shit. Fuck. Fucking shit.

“Wh-wha-what? H-hi! Yeah, of course I am. I am here. On the earth. Present. With you guys,” Guy cleared his throat awkwardly after seeing the unconvinced, deadpan looks on his co-workers' faces. Rosa specifically had her brow raised in suspicion to which Guy responded with a nervous smile. “Uh, what’s up?”

“What’s up,” The woman repeated, “Is your constant staring into space! You almost burned the dough if it weren’t for me keeping an eye on you! I’m used to your head in another world but you’ve barely said a word for the past few hours!” The others nodded in agreement. 

Rosa's hard eyes softened, “Is everything okay with you? Something botherin’ you or what?”

Right. Dough. Pizza. He’s making pizza. He’s kneading dough. The flour clinging to his hands suddenly felt heavier, the scent of basil overwhelmed his nose and the chattering of the customers increased in volume but that meant that everything was starting to make sense. He took in his surroundings, which were quickly clearing up for him, to finally decipher that he was still in Max’s, in the kitchen and it was still his shift.

Definitely not with his recent roommate-to-lover and definitely not in their dimmed bedroom, straddling them on their bed with a delightfully sinful expression painted on their face as his shaky hands slowly creep up between their—

Oh my god.

The very thought of them already leaves Guy's legs feeling like jelly. These daydreams had been a problem for him for quite some time. It wasn't like it was a crime to get all hot and bothered over his partner! Yet, lately, an unexplainable sense of shame builds inside him whenever his mind wanders to more…impure scenarios with them. 

Because despite what anyone might think of him and how he jokes about it, he's a little scared of being intimate with someone—no—with Honey.

Oh fuck, someone asked him a question.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. Just a lil’ tired, I guess.”

And he isn’t lying, really. The fatigue of making pizzas and serving tables was no joke and, with all the very interesting fantasies occupying his mind, his shift slightly just got more difficult to get through than what he was used to. (Thank god he's not on delivery duty right now. He's self-aware enough to know he would get into an accident with his current situation)

His co-workers still looked suspicious but accepted his answer nonetheless, hurriedly going back to their tasks to avoid the wrath of their manager. The man let out a sigh of relief as he resumed his own tasks for the day.

As his grueling shift came closer to an end, he was more than ready to take the apron off and get the absolute fuck out of that kitchen.

—

Guy might actually be the first person in all of Dahlia to dread coming home to an apartment that he shared alongside his (literal!) dream partner who was waiting for him after a long, tiring day at work.

Honey, who was all bundled up in a blanket on the couch, paused the show playing on the T.V. to face their boyfriend and properly greet him, “Hey, welcome home. How’s work?”

“It was shit. Did you eat already?”

He saw them already heading their way to their small kitchen, reaching for something in the refrigerator. “Yeah, I left some for you in the fridge. We can heat it up if you want?”

“Nah, it’s okay. I ate back at the restaurant. What are you watchin’?” But before he could get a reply, Guy’s body stiffened when he felt a light shock from where Honey had suddenly touched his upper arm. 

Light touches.

Heavy panting.

Hot air.

“Oh, f-fuck, Guy. Do that again, hon. Please. Don’t stop, don’t—”

“ —think I didn’t hear you, mister! What do you mean your day was shit?” If Honey had noticed their boyfriend flinching at the mere tap on his shoulder, they didn’t comment on it. 

“U-uhm,” He coughed and shrugged lamely to hide his reaction. “Just the usual stuff.” The man put down all his stuff on the nearby coffee table. “C-can I just lay on your chest for a while? If it’s okay with you.”

Despite Honey’s aloofness, they can recognize when their partner is truly in need (And who could say no when their boyfriend’s usual chaotic self sounds so adorable being shy?) The gentleness in their gaze was enough to calm Guy’s frazzled mind, even just for a bit, before sitting on the sofa and patting on the empty spot beside them, albeit looking quite unsure on how to comfort him.

“C’mere. Do…do you wanna talk about it?"

Guy simply shakes his head before letting himself crash onto the couch and into his beloved's (with the second "e" pronounced!) welcoming arms—or, at least, what welcoming might look on Honey. He can feel the rigidness of their posture, remembering how awkward they can be with physical touch, yet here they are, going out of their comfort zone just to make sure he feels better. 

It makes him guiltier to know why he was acting like this in the first place.

“Can you…talk about your day instead, Honey?” 

They rolled their eyes with a fond smile, “Fine, but don’t think I’m letting go of it that easily, m’kay?” 

As Honey recounts the events of their day (which honestly isn't much), their stiff demeanor eventually relaxed to the point where they were more comfortable with absentmindedly giving affection, unaware that they’d been playing with Guy's hair for the past few minutes. The gentle massages on his scalp were a much-needed distraction for his mind.

That is until he felt a sharp tug from Honey in an attempt to untangle their fingers between his messy locks.

Fistfuls of hair.

Skin on skin.

Arched backs.

"Fuck, keep doin’ that, Honey. Oh–” 

“—shit! Sorry about that. Did I pull too hard?” Honey was already moving their fingers away from his head before Guy quickly (a little too quickly) halted the movement. Guy guided Honey’s hand back to its original place on his head, squeezing ever so slightly.

“No! It's okay, Honey. Just…keep it there.”

Honey gives him a knowing smirk, “You are acting so weird, you know that?”

“Just indulge in a poor man’s wishes, will you?” Guy dramatically lamented, really wanting to avoid the conversation and go back to relaxing and getting some rest. 

“Whatever you say, man,” They replied, resuming from where they left off with their story. 

As much as Guy would love to listen, his focus started wandering elsewhere as his mind drifted to sleep. 

The ticks of the clock, the scent of Honey’s body wash, the number of their eyelashes.

The texture of Honey's soft blanket.

Messy sheets.

Desperate thrusts.

Sweat dripping.

"Oh god, G-Guy, I think–I think I'm g-gonna–"

"--come?"

"H-huh?" Guy hadn't realized how hard he was gripping the throw pillow on his lap. At this point, he’s going to expose himself one way or another if he keeps being out of it. He tried his best to compose himself, hiding his distress behind a laugh. "S-sorry, Honey. Could you repeat that?"

Honey did a face, softly chuckling for a bit, before repeating their question. "I said; 'I'm gonna go buy a gift for Ollie’s birthday tomorrow morning, do you wanna come? It’s your day off tomorrow, right?”

“Uh, y-yeah. Of course. I’d love to, Honey!”

Honey stared for what felt like forever before making a face again, this time, looking like they had just been enlightened by something and letting out a snort that was so adorable, Guy almost forgot why he was avoiding their gaze.

"Pfft– Guy, you—" Honey said through their stifled giggles (that was a tell-tale sign of the belly laughs they only share with him and no one else). They never got to finish the sentence, trying but, ultimately interrupting themselves with their own laughter.

He smiled, happy to see them show this much emotion towards him when to others they tend to be more closed off (albeit, a little confused about what caused it so suddenly). “I'm what, Honey? Hey! I'm what? Do I have something on my face?”

“You’re—pfft!” 

Familiar playful slaps targeted his thighs with a faint sting he’s too far used to. He notices that their smile had their teeth showing, too busy laughing to cover it with their hand like they often do. 

Guy’s crumbling.

He knew his desires were seeping through the cracks and it took all of his willpower to resist tackling them then and there—to feel every inch of their body and give them every last bit of pleasure they rightfully deserved. But he can't. He shouldn't.

So, he opts for a kiss on the cheek instead. 

Something sweet enough to mask how hard his mind was reeling with overly aggressive affection. As he continued with his fleeting, featherlight attacks on Honey's face, his lips felt the smile that their mouth formed (accompanied by an out-of-breath “Guy, that tickles!”) and he found that pulling away was more difficult than he thought.

After a while of innocent pecks and bubbling snorts, Honey raised a hand to wipe a tear from their eye. They were looking directly at him now, eyes soft with their lips slightly parted and panting from laughing too hard.

Lips. Their lips.

“Guy, you good?”

A man can only have so much self-control before he breaks.

The next few moments felt like a blur. A hitched breath, a tightened grip. His lips hungrily meet theirs and the moan he immediately lets out was almost pathetic. But he couldn’t give a damn about anything other than the pleasurable weight grinding down on his crotch. 

They felt so good. Everything felt so fucking good. The spinning in his mind paired with the aching throb of his cock were all too much to handle that he can’t even tell if this was real or if it was the same fantasies that had been torturing him all day.

No. It’s real. It’s all real.

Despite the haze in his surroundings—despite all the noise—the only thing occupying Guy’s thoughts were the whimpers coming out of Honey that were better than anything he could have ever dreamed of. 

“Fuck,” He swore under his breath, the friction against his growing bulge breaking down any sense of sanity he had left. Guy squeezed their thigh a little harsher than intended, making Honey loudly moan out in surprise.

He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into their mouth, lapping up all the sounds he managed to coax out of them. Honey’s hands found their way to his hair, tugging like last time with more intent than before and it dragged out a needy whine from his throat muffled between their lips.

Unfortunately, the breathlessness he was experiencing isn't the same type he feels when he's around Honey and he remembered that humans do, in fact, need oxygen in their system. He pulled away from them for a quick breath, taking pleasure in how they desperately chased his lips with a soft whine, before immediately aiming at their jaw, sucking, licking, and biting skin as it trails down on their neck. 

Honey is quick to respond, their fingers ghosting the hem of his work uniform before sliding them up, keeping his squirming body steady by grabbing his waist with one hand as the other roams to his chest, the shirt riding up with it and they feel his heartbeat speed up against his ribcage.

The sensation leaves Guy lightheaded. He swore he could see stars, especially after their warm palms stroked past a particular spot he didn’t even know he was sensitive to. The action had him writhing under the weight on his lap and Honey’s sudden thrust against his clothed dick brought out a stuttered gasp from him with his hips bucking up involuntarily. 

“Shit, baby,” Honey whispered, the strain in their voice evident as they grind down harder just to hear Guy’s wanton moans one more time. “So fucking needy.”

Hot breaths.

Bare skin.

Intoxicating scents.

This felt like Deja vu.

Guy had seen this before. He dreamt of it so much that it felt like second nature for his body. During nights when his partner hadn’t been home yet and he was feeling oh so, lonely—so desperate. Nights when his imagination had gone truly wild, the same scenario that he had been replaying over and over again. The one where he would have them in a panting mess.

He vividly remembers what goes next. The movement is practiced—etched into his memory. Every bone, every nerve in his system practically has it memorized in its core. 

He pins them on the arm of their sofa, the air is hot and heavy. One final passionate kiss, one final slip of his tongue, one final grind between their legs, and his hands would reach down, down where they needed him the most to—

“A-ah, Guy, w-wait!” 

And just like that, Guy’s mind snaps back to reality. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

“I-it’s okay.”

“No, no, I’m really sorry. I–” He hurries to back away, pushing off his body and sitting upright with an arm’s distance away from an equally disheveled Honey. Fuck, they looked so pretty with their lips swollen like that. His eyes guiltily avoided the abundance of purple marks he wasn't even aware he left on their neck. Shit, focus!  “I don’t know what came over me. I’m–”

“Guy, it’s okay, I like it!” Honey cuts him off, not allowing their boyfriend to give himself to blame for something that didn’t even need his apologies. “I like it a lot. I was just…worried. Ever since you came home you were acting kind of off and I don’t want you to go through with this when I feel like something’s bothering you.”

Honey reaches out to him with concerned eyes, which should probably be an indicator for Guy of how odd he has been acting as of late. Their fingers find his knuckles, gently tracing circles on them as they patiently wait for his response.

Guy never knew his heart could beat faster, given how…intimate their latest activities were, but here he is, out of breath and falling in love all over again.

“I-I know this is kinda weird and I’m being really weird and everything is weird right now but I…uhm. Well, I guess you were right about me being all bark but no bite after all, eh?” He cringes at the way his voice cracked at the end and clears his throat for the nth time today.

“Okay, what I’m trying to get to is that…I've…been thinking about you…in a not-so-wholesome way for a while now. And I know, I know, this isn't new. I've flirted with you before and you already said you were okay with it, even with the raunchier ones but I'm just…"

Guy nervously looks away to the side, his eyes downcast to avoid Honey's curious stare. "This feels like a whole new thing now that we’re actually together and it really means a lot to me. Us. You're actually one of the best things to ever come into my life and I don't want my lack of…keeping it in my pants…to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner."

The deafening silence that followed his vulnerable confession might possibly be one of the worst things he ever had to experience. Then, a sudden giggle tore through the tense atmosphere.

Honey was laughing again.

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh but w-was that the thing that’s been bothering you?”

They moved closer to their boyfriend, that's currently sporting a comically betrayed look on his face. “I've noticed your hard-on already, Guy. And don’t worry, I've been…thinking about you like that too for a while now.”

Guy wished nothing more than to get swallowed by the ground beneath him.

“I–What the fu–YOU—!” Guy sputtered, not quite sure if he should feel relieved or embarrassed at the moment but one thing stuck to his thoughts, Honey felt the same.

“Honeeeey! You can't just say that and—I can’t believe you would—! Oh, you have no idea how much I've been through today!”

“I'm sorry!” But their shit-eating grin says otherwise and Guy can't help not to get mad anymore with that face. “Besides, it was kinda cute seeing you all flustered for once. Serves you right, you brat.”

“Oh wow, I’m the brat in this situation? You…torment me and now you degrade me with such scornful slander?” The man places a hand on his chest melodramatically. “I’m heartbroken, Honey…and still hard!”

"Hm…Well, then," Honey's half-lidded gaze directs itself to Guy's lips. The sultry tone of their voice tickles his brain in the best way possible. "Do you want me to—"

Guy lets out a surprised squeak as his back suddenly hits their sofa with a forceful 'thump!' Their hand is placed on the side of his head, fingers twisting around his curls. The other found its way on his thumping chest, carefully sliding downwards at an antagonizing pace.

"—lend you a hand? After all, I must’ve been quite the headache for you, in more ways than one." 

“Oh no,” Guy started, easily maneuvering their positions to have his partner on their back “No, no, no, you’ve been teasing me for far too long, Honey.”

“Let me," He drags his hips across theirs and he revels in the way Honey chokes on their breath. “Handle this. Is that alright with you, baby?” He wishes he could take a picture of this moment. Seeing them writhe under him was a sight he never wanted to forget.

Honey gulps before their lips form a nervously excited grin. Their pupils are blown wide in anticipation. "You better get to work then, Guy." 

Then, they slowly lean towards Guy to whisper their next words to his burning ears, “And don’t worry about being rough, hon. I can take it.”

Guy is a daydreamer.

But no daydream can ever compare to the reality he's going to be experiencing right now.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted guy #redacted honey #redacted fanfic #suggestive #mdni #sten writes! #wow how long since i last used that tag

[kentumi]

city of angels

kagami taiga x reader

*+:.. b4 u read ... fluffy (?), gn friendly, college au (?), implied height difference between kagami n reader, barely proofread = a lil messy (；ω；)

a/n: waow i've never written something so happy this long before >< sorry if it's a little everywhere.. i'm not the best at writing fluff hu (◞‸◟) i feel like this had the potential to be wayy way way way way better ,, also.. i debated on making this a multi-chapter series? but i'm not sure if it's worth expanding on it so let me know wat u guys think in my inbox (づ_ど)

los angeles.

new home, new beginnings. getting an apartment here definitely wasn't easy and barely made it within your list of "apartment requirements."

a wave of stress comes upon you as you arrive at the tenant's office. here to pick up your keys, you would officially start a new chapter. as you stand in front of the building, you second guess your decision on moving to the big city. in comparison to your previous place, the two heavily contrasted. since the beginning, you always held a fear that you wouldn't become accustomed to your new style of living here. within those fears, one of them stood out the most to you: making new connections.

"alright, just sign here.. and the keys are all yours," the tenant smiles. her smile is warm and welcoming. just what you needed.

"i'm assuming you've been to los angeles before, right?" she asks in attempt to ease your mood. the stress that resided in you could probably be seen from a mile away. however, you were too caught up in making sure that no mistakes were on the final paperwork.

"oh! uh- no, not really.. i decided to move here on a whim to start new and," your voice trails off. then it really sinks in; what kind of decision was it to move to a city that you've never been to before? that you knew barely anything about? you can feel the look she gives you without even turning your attention to her.

"well, i wish you luck on your journey. welcome to the city of angels," she smiles again. this time, her words catch you off guard. your eyes dart straight to her and she has the same warm smile on her face. in that moment, you realize that maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.

"yeah.. yeah! thank you!" you stutter. she drops the keys into your hands, and you're on your way.

"city of angels," you whisper to yourself. "i wonder if it lives up to its name." sure, the tenant herself was already an angel and already served the name right, but what's a city of them if there's only one?

making your way to your flat, you take notice to the athletic center of your complex. basketball, tennis, swim. there's a spot for almost everything. however, that grows out of your concern. the red-headed figure on the basketball court wounds up taking your full attention. several attempts were made to get a glimpse of his face, but the world only worked against you. back turned to you, you were only able to admire the passion in his movements across the court.

swinging the door open, you get a whiff of the freshly painted walls of your flat. your tenant had just been here assuring the final touches, which you had assumed since the kitchen lights had already been on. the empty space fully submerges you into your new reality, and you decide, it's time to get to work.

stumbling down the stairs and back into the parking lot, you make way to the moving truck. struggling to set up the ramp, you became convinced that dealing with the truck's contraptions was harder than trudging your boxes up the stairs.

a half hour passes, and you're whooped already. you've moved about four out of the fifteen boxes and you're also definitely at your limit. the workload had you debating on calling it a day and just sleeping on the floor with a sheet for the night.

"hey, you need some help?" an unfamiliar voice shakes you out of your thoughts.

whipping your head around, you're met with the chest of a stranger. and when you look up, your eyes meet with the eyes of the redhead from the basketball court. for some reason, a shiver makes its way down your spine. what was this feeling? you can tell he's shaken up too, eyes wide and jaw clenched.

he looks a little mean, but you can tell he's soft. his gorgeous face and impressive height held your focus for a little too long. you also take notice to the muscle he packs on his arms. the mystery man you were just admiring was now standing right in front of you offering.. help?

you stumble on your words, "oh! i mean, if you don't mind.." and before you knew it, the box in your hands disappeared.

"i can handle it. carry whatever's easiest," his voice was charming. fierce, yet kind. he was confident in his abilities, but not too arrogant. following that, you let him take over.

"you from around here?" he asks, breaking the silence. the two of you had been focused on not tripping up the stairs with your hands full.

"no, actually. it's my first time in los angeles," you smile to yourself. suddenly, living here didn't sound too bad. not if he was around.

your redheaded assistant exclaims out of shock, exhibiting the same reaction as your tenant but with his own twist, "well, i hope you come to like it here. it's a beautiful city, really."

you nod, and it goes silent again.

"what was your name? i didn't quite catch it before," you needed to know who he was. after all, he was your athletic center crush turned moving assistant.

" 'names taiga. taiga kagami," you can tell he's proud of himself. not in the sense that he was an arrogant loser, but that the journey connected to his name was all worth.

"well, it’s nice to meet you taiga. i'm y/n, and i am very grateful to be having you help me," you smile. it's obvious that your comment flusters him.

"mm," his shoulders are tense and his voice grows quieter than it was before. with that tough look on his face, you'd never think he'd become easily flustered like this.

a few hours pass, and taiga places the rest of your stuff next to the front door, "you need help with anything else?"

"i think i'll be fine," you smile, "thank you again for helping me. i think i would've just given up on moving had you not showed up."

you find it cute the way he scratches the back of his head. a gentle giant, he was. and for a moment, you both steal a glance from one another. he plays it off, acting as if he was observing the room. the room grows silent once more, and you decide it's your turn to break it.

"oh yeah, i've been meaning to ask.. where's your place at? unless you're just here to use the courts," you joke, but he pouts.

"actually, i'm right across from you," it sounds like he takes pride in where he resides. right across from you. what a steal.

the way everything fell into place so perfectly had you starstruck. you couldn't believe that the man, who simply started out as a mystery crush, turned assistant, had now turned into the boy next door. or rather, across the hall.

shock made itself at home on your face. you were speechless, unsure on how to recover from this right in front of him.

"what a coincidence this must be then," you smile, trying to sound like what he just said didn't just send you through the roof. he smiles back, but this time, it feels more welcoming. the former desolation of your empty apartment becomes warm and you feel an invisible pressure lifted off of your shoulders. however, the feeling is all too familiar.

"well, i'll be across the hall if you ever need anything. just ring the doorbell and i'll get to ya," he shoots you another smile, and up and out the door he goes. at first, you debate on stopping him and offering to take him to eat out, but you decide you're not bold enough for that yet.

the evening replays in your mind as you hover over your kitchen counter. his kind nature paired with his athletic abilities topped with his physique had you absolutely whipped. you'd align him with your definition of angelic.

maybe los angeles truly was the city of angels, and taiga just so happened to find his way to you.

#kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket fanfic #kuroko's basketball #kuroko's basketball x reader #kuroko's basketball fanfic #kuroko no basuke #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko no basuke fanfic #knb #knb x reader #knb fanfic #kagami taiga #kagami taiga x reader #kagami taiga fanfic #fanfiction #anime fanfic

[jenniferjareauwife]

It's Just Hard

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: symptoms of depression

word count: 781

summary: you've been feeling down and can't seem to get a hold of your long distance girlfriend and can't talk to her about how you're feeling until she comes to visit

I threw my phone across the room after JJ declined my call again with a short text.

Honey 🍯- Sorry babe. Busy with a case

I pulled my knees up to my chest and tugged at my braid. This wasn't fair. I knew it wasn't her fault that she was so busy with cases but I needed her. I didn't mean to but I broke down crying. All I needed was someone to talk to but I didn't have anyone.

A few days later I texted her late at night, not being able to sleep due to my racing mind.

texas hold 'em 🤠- hey. you up

Honey 🍯- Yeah. Why? What's up?

texas hold 'em 🤠- can't sleep

Honey 🍯- I'm sorry

Honey 🍯- Anything I can do to help?

texas hold 'em 🤠- r u still coming saturday

Honey 🍯- Of course

Honey 🍯- Babe what's wrong?

I wanted to tell her I just needed someone to talk to but I didn't have the guts to. I had never been good at saying what I needed, especially when it came to mental health.

texas hold 'em 🤠- nothing

Honey 🍯- You're sure?

texas hold 'em 🤠- yeah

Honey 🍯- Ok. Well I'm going to sleep, ok?

texas hold 'em 🤠- ok

texas hold 'em 🤠- goodnight i love you

Honey 🍯- I love you too :)

I fell asleep, imagining that she was right next to me.

I picked her up at the airport two days later, hugging her so tight neither of us could breathe. "Baby- too tight." I loosened my grip with a frown but didn't let her see it.

"Sorry."

"It's ok." She put her arm over my shoulders as we made our way to my car. She noticed I was a bit quiet. "Hey...you ok?"

"Yeah. Fine." I cleared my throat and leaned into her a bit more. I could tell she didn't buy it. She was a profiler after all.

She waited until we were home to ask again. We were cuddled up on the couch and she wanted to get up to find the remote but I really just needed hugs from her right now. "Y/n. Are you ok?" The sincerity in her tone made me a bit nervous.

"I..."

"Baby if somethings wrong I need you to tell me, ok? I don't like it when you don't tell me this stuff." She rubbed my thigh slowly, her face mere inches from mine. I leaned forward and tucked my head into her neck, hugging her tightly. She was quick to hug me back.

"It's just hard." I mumbled.

"What's hard?"

"I've just been...really sad recently I guess." I could barely hear myself.

"Sad about what?"

"I don't even know. Just sad."

"Like depressed sad or just sad?"

"I don't know the difference." I snuggled into her even more, wanting to be as close as possible to her. "It's hard to get out of bed though...cause I don't wanna do anything."

"Oh baby...why didn't you tell me earlier my love, I would've come down here earlier."

"Cause you were so busy and I didn't want to bother you."

"You can never bother me hon." I realized she was twisting my hair into a braid as she spoke. I sighed, looking up at her.

"I've never really told anyone about my feelings, you know? I guess I didn't think you'd care."

"I care. I always care. Even cowgirls have feelings, y'know?" I giggled at her joke, tucking my face in her neck again.

"Yeah...I have feelings."

"And it's ok for you to talk about them, I encourage it, ok?" I nodded, knowing she wanted an answer.

"Can we go to bed?" I asked quietly. "I really want to cuddle...properly."

"Does cuddling help you?" She asked, picking me up and taking me to my bedroom.

"Mhm." I got on top of her, using her as my own personal mattress, making her giggle. I had made it known from the start of our relationship that I really liked physical touch, but only with certain people.

"I want you to tell me whenever you're feeling like this, ok? I wanna be here for you." She lightly ran her fingertips up and down my back, kissing my temple as she mumbled her words against my skin. "I don't like to see you sad."

"Well I don't like being sad." She sighed and wrapped her arms around me. "You make it better though."

"I do?" I felt her smile against my temple.

"Mhm."

"I'm glad."

"Thanks for...being here...letting me talk to you. I needed it."

"Of course my love. Anytime."

"I love you...so much."

"I love you so much more."

#x reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #wlw post #lgbtq #jennifer jareau x you

[mayflowers515]

Random Scenario #1: The Living Traffic Light

Just thought of this because these three literally are the colors of a traffic light. I hope you enjoy!

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Crafty: Thank you for deciding to model for me guys!

Bobby: Of course, Crafty!

Kickin: It's no problem really. I'd like to think I make a pretty rad model, so hit me up anytime you want a good-looking fella as your model again, K?

Hoppy: *rolls eyes* Oh, don't get too over your head, Kicks. It's ONE time. And we're just getting started.

Kickin: Aight, whatever. Was just sayin'. Sooo, what's the prompt, princess?

Crafty: I was thinking you guys could tower on top of each other to look like this! *shows them a painting of a traffic light*

Bobby: A traffic light?

Crafty: Mhm! Seeing you guys side by side made me think of that. Do you like it?

Hoppy: I mean... I guess, but did you only decide on that just because of our colors?

Crafty: *looks down shyly* Maybe a little bit- *looks back up quickly* But that's not the only reason! Your traits made me think of each color on a traffic light, too!

Bobby: Ooh, you really think that? How so?

Crafty: Bobby, you remind me of a red light because you always encourage us to stop and think through our feelings.

Bobby: Oh yeah. I see what you mean, Crafty!

Crafty: Kickin, you remind me of a yellow light because you like to take things slow when it comes to finishing things. Okay, maybe that isn't TOO good of a reason, but...

Kickin: Hmm? I can sorta see that. Clever thinking, princess.

Crafty: And Hoppy, you're the definition of a green light! You're always going into life head first and whenever you see a chance to keep going, you take it!

Hoppy: Hey you're right! I am like that aren't I?

Crafty: Mhm! I can't wait to make you guys look like a traffic light. It'll be so cool!

Hoppy: Hold up, are you going to paint us as an actual traffic light?

Crafty: No no... I'm not sure how I would go about that... Maybe I'll at least add something extra to the background though. You know, to make it more thematic...

Kickin: Alright, do what you need. *points at self* This dude's ready to strike a pose!

Hoppy: Okay, I'm green light, so I'm carryin' you guys!

Bobby: Will you be okay trying to lift up both of us, Hoppy?

Hoppy: Don't worry. I can hold you two just fine! Watch!

*Hoppy is gesturing Kickin to put his feet on her hands*

Kickin: U-uh... Y-you sure you got this?

Hoppy: What? Afraid I'm gonna drop you or something?

Kickin: Um, n-no! I DID say I was looking forward to this, wasn't I?

Hoppy: Alright... I believe you. *adds quickly* For now. *lifts Kickin up by his feet*

Kickin: *is a little startled* Woah!

Hoppy: Feeling steady?

Kickin: *processing his position and sighs with relief* Yep. Feelin' steady! Thanks, Hops!

Bobby: Oh, but how am I supposed to get up? I don't think I'll be able to climb up to you guys like this...

Hoppy: Oh, shoot- Didn't think about that. Sorry.

Crafty: I can help you get up there, Bobby. I'll just use my horn!

Bobby: Oh, really?

Crafty: Mhm, at least I can try to... Kickin, get ready to catch her by the feet once she lands!

Kickin: At your service!

Crafty: *slowly levitates Bobby*

Bobby: Ooh, I'm flying!

Crafty: Alright, steady... steady... Almost there...

*levitation starts to wear off, but just in time for Kickin to catch Bobby by her feet*

Bobby: Oof!

Kickin: Gotcha!

Crafty: Phew... That could've ended badly. Are you doing okay up there, Bobby?

Bobby: Mhm! That was a nice ride, Crafty! Thank you!

Crafty: *giggles* It's nothing. ...Okay, now that you guys are in position, time to paint!

Hoppy: Alright, I just need to make sure... How long will I be holding these guys for?

Crafty: Oh, it hopefully shouldn't take too long. Though I do like making the details stand out... so... Well... *blushes a bit* A-actually, it might take a little while... *says quickly* Sorry...

Hoppy: A bit of a challenge then, huh? Okay, I can handle it! Just don't take a SUPER long time and we'll be good.

Crafty: O-okay...

*after some time has passed*

Bobby: Are you guys doing okay down there? It's been a little bit now...

Kickin: Never been better, BB. *looks down at ground and shudders* Never been better... W-what about you, Hops?

Hoppy: S-still holding up! No worries about me!

Kickin: You sure about that? Looks like you're struggling a bit there.

Bobby: Are you sure you're okay?

Hoppy: Yep, I'm sure! You guys aren't THAT heavy, so I'll be fine~.

Kickin: Hmm, should I REALLY trust that? I mean, your grip does seem a bit shakier than it was earlier. It would be such a shame if you dropped us right about now. *says quietly with a hint of fear* A real shame...

Hoppy: Oh please. You're only saying this because you're worried I might drop you. You'll be just fine, Chicken.

Kickin: *in a playful tone, offended* Heyyy, I'm no chicken! You take that back right now!

Hoppy: But you ARE a chicken aren't you? How am I supposed to take it back when you're right there, huh?

Bobby: *in a playful tone* You guys... Don't try to argue with each other down there or you might just make me fall over! *giggles*

Kickin: Oh no need to worry your little head, BB. That's not happenin' any time soon. Riight, Hopsotch? Right?

Hoppy: Oh, won't you two quit it? Nothing will make me drop you guys! Not now! Not ever! We're all in this together after all!

Crafty: *sighs and speaks to self* You guys really are like a living traffic light, aren't you?

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Got inspired to make this after I saw posts about this trio, and I agree. As a group, they're underrated af

(The two goofballs who share a brain cell meanwhile the friend trying to keep hold of them both; literally these three)

This is the first written scenario I made for the Critters. Please let me know what you guys think!

❤️💛💚

#trafficlighttrio #smiling critters #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #hoppy hopscotch #craftycorn #randomscenario #genderbendfnaftrio

[hugheshugs]

the unknown remedy | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

part four. <- prev part

summary: thomas shuts himself off from everyone for a couple days, resulting in a surprise from you and his friends. you find out one of his secrets and he gets vulnerable, leading you to reassure him that everything'll be okay.

contains/tw: smoking, heightened feelings/anxiety, bren being kinda irritating, thom being a sad boy, vulnerable thom, light mentions of abuse.

pairing: dbf(dad's best friend)!thom x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: i know this took probably over a month so i'll be surprised if anyone's still invested. its bit different from the dbf!thom we know and love but he's got feelings too and i wanted to show them :) hope you guys like it <3 and remember to send me an ask or comment or message me if u wanna be added to the daddy issues taglist !!

six days.

it's been six days since you and thomas last saw each other. you thought he was avoiding you, partly because the morning after you slammed the door in his face you were greeted by a tide pen sitting on the floor right outside your bedroom.

his intentions weren't to make it seem like he was ignoring you but clearly your brain had other plans. you spent the next couple days with heightened anxiety whenever any of your dad's friends came over out of fear of facing him.

you got to know a lot of them pretty well, actually, and you'd even noticed a slight change in your dad's behaviour. he was.. happier. it was a good look on him. spending time with his friends really seemed to change him for the better and you wondered why they hadn't been around throughout your childhood. why did he only find it important for them to come around when thomas moved back?

you tried not to think too much about it, it wasn't very important anyway. you wondered where he's been but kept those thoughts to yourself knowing you'd see him eventually and you'd get the chance to apologize.. if you gained the courage to do do.

and thomas, well, he wasn't having the best time of his life per se. things had been great the first couple of weeks but with a hectic schedule and a busy mind, he found himself crumbling. he felt like he was the base of a mountain carrying the weight of the world on his back.

"i haven't seen bordy in a long time."

your head peaked up at ethan's words, carefully eyeing the bunch who began to share questioning glances.

"... i haven't seen him since like, last week. i don't even think i've heard from him since then," nick realized and you held back a frown. how had you been the one to notice his disappearance before they had? it was the one thought that ached to leave your mind.

"i've been texting him," your dad spoke up and you smiled. of course he'd been.

"he's really stressed. he's got lots going on right now and he doesn't know how to handle it by himself but he refuses to ask for help," he explained with a small scoff at the end. "stubborn son of a bi— uhh, bickle."

you rolled your eyes at his pathetic save, as if you didn't cuss when he wasn't around. the group began pondering upon all the reasons why thomas had been distant, seemingly forgetting the fact that your dad directly told them he was stressed.

it seemed as though this was unlike him no matter how heavy his heart felt. you felt guilty listening to their conversation, obviously his business was probably something he didn't want you knowing.

"why don't we go check on him later?" mackie suggested as he took a sip of his water. "bring some food and have dinner, maybe. who knows if he's been taking care of himself.."

you felt a nauseous pit in your stomach at the thought of how poorly he may have been doing. had he even been able to get out of bed? brush his teeth, remember to drink water? you were frozen in your seat as your mind ran in circles.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea," your dad agreed. "i guess we'll leave when hunter gets home. he should be back in a bit."

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the hood on thomas' head softly brushed against his cheek as he turned towards the sound, tickling his skin. he lightly chuckled to himself when he spotted an innocent squirrel running across the street.

with every inhale of the poison between his fingers, remedy filled his lungs. he sat under the tree outside his house, looking upon the empty road scattered with cars and potholes that the city never seemed to fix—he remembered them from when he was young.

with a rapid heartbeat, smoke fell from his lips and found haven in the cold air of the night, a sight so sore for even his eyes. he hated when he did this, when he resorted to the one thing he told himself he'd never fall victim to.

he watched along as rain began to fall from the clouds above, painful memories causing him to take another puff to ease his mind. it was hard. it was hard to live in michigan without the girl he'd planned a life with.

it was stupid, he knew that. he was never one to be hung up on a girl, especially one he'd left nearly a year ago but the bruises were still fresh in his heart. they were raw, a burning red, and they ached like their motive was to torture him.

he still had the scars scattered upon his body, the words ingrained in his head, the sights tattooed on his eyes. sometimes they became too much.

he was a man with a broken heart, one he didn't think deserved to be fixed. but that couldn't be further from the truth, yet he failed to see it. all he saw were the dark blue days he blindly mistook for a loving red.

his fingers planted on the grass beside him as he lifted himself up, crushing the cigarette beneath his feet before he bent down to pick it up. a few specs of dirt got caught in the grooves of his fingertips, even under his nails a bit. he cringed, flexing his joints at the irking feeling. it was an unhealthy habit and he felt guilty as he disposed of the evidence before walking back into his house.

his first order of business was to get rid of the smell tainting his nose. a shower was due.

the towel hung loosely around his hips as he stepped out of his bathroom, steam following behind him and into his bedroom. he shook his head a bit, droplets of water flying around before he ran a hand through his hair.

a knock on his front door caused him to stop as he pulled his pants up. he thought he was hearing things, giving it a moment before a louder sound filled his ears. he furrowed his eyebrows, unbothered to cover his upper half as he was now distracted by the persistent knocking.

"give me a fucking second," he mumbled to himself, a hand on the railing as he jogged down the stairs.

he twisted the knob and a bittersweet feeling flooded his gut as the breeze clung to his warmth. familiar faces holding bags in each of their hands, all with smiles on their faces is what he was greeted by—and somehow he mustered one after days of feeling numb.

"w-what are you guys doing here?" he asked, feeling a sense of relief.

"we missed you," brendan shrugged as though he should have known. "now, are you gonna let us in orrr.."

"yeah— yeah, c'mon in," he was speechless, really. as he stepped to the side to let all his friends in, an overwhelming amount of emotions flooded his body.

it felt like a stream of minions walking into a room as they kept piling in. finally looking out the door to see if anyone was left, he was face to face with a much smaller figure. you looked at him with your doe eyes, fiddling with your necklace as you felt your heart beating in your head.

you were trying to hide the ice in your veins as his gaze didn't leave you. he saw the goosebumps on your skin and bit the inside of his cheek, encased with worry.

he was quite surprised to see you. if he was being truthful, he barely thought about you since the day he dropped off the tide pen. he'd been so preoccupied that he didn't have even a minute to think about anything that didn't cause him stress.

he noticed the pen in your hand as you remained stuck in your place, like your feet were glued to the ground. the bruise on your face had faded, which he was glad to see as he cleared his throat.

"you can come in," he told you softly. "i'm not gonna eat you."

you bit your lip and gave him a breathy little smile as you looked the other way in nervousness. he didn't know how you were feeling but he could tell it wasn't good.

you were flustered. beads of water rolled down from his hair and onto the exposed skin of his chest. his skin was still a bit red from the hot shower he'd just taken, but the place your mind took you was far from that innocent act.

"are you alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"mhm," you nodded, rolling on the balls of your feet. you stood under the covered part of his porch, a little wet yourself as you'd been pelted by the rain when you were standing behind the large group of boys.

"you're dripping, c'mon, come inside," he finally demanded with a light hold on your arm, pulling you into the house. he closed the door behind him and sighed.

he realized as soon as he saw you that you weren't in any mood to speak. hell, he didn't even think you wanted to be here. but as your dad's best friend it was his responsibility to get you to warm up seeing as you'd come to visit him.

"do you want something new to wear? who let you go out like that? it's raining and you're dressed in a t-shirt," he wondered, your teeth beginning to chatter as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

you were standing out there pretending not to be cold and he knew it.

"well i-i didn't know it was raining," your voice shook. "my dad told me i should be fine."

now he remembered why he'd been so worried about you before. he sighed once more, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen where everyone else was. you felt bile rising in your throat, swallowing it down as thomas approached your dad.

"is it okay if i give her something warm to wear? she's shivering, bren, look at her," he asked almost tiredly, something in his mind resembling alarms beginning to blare.

"yeah, go ahead. y/n, you should have worn something warmer," brendan scolded after replying to thomas.

you frowned. "but you told me i'd be fine."

"you know yourself better than i do, you should have known. now you're going to have to wear something of thom's, don't you—"

"okay, bren chill out," thomas grabbed his shoulder with his free hand, the other still attached to you. "take a breath, now's not the time to get riled up, alright?"

brendan looked at him then you before going back to setting up dinner. "just be quick, we're almost done here."

without another word, thomas led you up to his bedroom. his touch was gentle, so careful that it made you feel fuzzy. your stomach fluttered as you looked down at your clasped hands.

his bedroom was simple, unlike you would have imagined. well, you hadn't really ever imagined it but if you had, this wasn't what it would have looked like. there was almost zero essence of personality within the four walls claiming to be his, but you assumed it was because he was still getting settled in his new home.

"do you wanna sit?" he asked, letting go of you to hand you the hoodie that was on his bed. hesitantly, you grabbed it between your fingers.

"aren't we just going back down?" you asked quietly, looking down at the item in your hands.

"well i thought," he let out a breath. "i thought maybe we could just chill up here for a minute. i need a breath, you know? and i thought maybe you would too."

"oh," was all you were able to say. your eyes met his, emotionless as you felt dazed for a couple moments.

you didn't make a sound as you walked past him and to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on the soft mattress. you held back a gasp at how bouncy and fluffy it was, simply smiling to yourself instead before placing the tide pen down.

thomas, relieved you made yourself comfortable, used the moment to grab a shirt. you turned at the worst second, watching as the muscles of his back flexed while he pulled the shirt onto his body. your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as you quickly looked away and decided to pull his hoodie over your head to distract you. it was too late. the image of the grooves on his back would be fixed in your mind for god knows how long.

the marks on his body intrigued you more than anything else. somehow you hadn't noticed them the last time you saw him, but they weren't fresh. you didn't remember hearing anyone talk about them either. they were probably just from hockey so that might have been why no one was concerned—that was what you told yourself so you wouldn't get in over your head with all the endless possibilities.

you shoved your arms into the hoodie as your head got trapped in the fabric and a pungent scent hit your nose, causing you to make a sound. you quickly brought your head up and took a deep breath while wiping your hair away from your face. you nearly gagged.

"what the heck?!" you exclaimed, every ounce of anxiety or nerves from before completely washing away. "what's that smell?"

you sniffed as thomas walked up to you, his face turning pale. his heart sunk to his stomach while you missed the expression in his eyes, trying to identify the scent. it was then that he realized that he'd given you his hoodie from earlier, when he'd been smoking outside.

"is that.. smoke?" you finally looked at him and noticed his agony. "you smoke?"

"look, i-i know it's gross and i know it's bad but," he fumbled with his words. "please don't tell anyone. i only do it sometimes, when i'm stressed or anxious or, i don't know. sometimes i just need it and i can't stop myself, i—"

"thomas, it's okay," you cut him off, standing up as he ran his hands over his face with a bitter chuckle.

"no, it's not. it's really not," he shook his head. "and don't tell me it is because you're going to go down there and tell them, and i've been trying my best to hide this from everyone for so long—"

"you're rambling, stop," you stopped him again, boldly placing your hands on his neck.

he was forced to look at you as you tilted his head, your thumbs running soft circles along his jawline to calm him down. his eyes softened and he found himself at a loss for words for the second time that night.

how he left himself go like that, he didn't know, and quite frankly he was embarrassed. guilty, even, for speaking like that to you. and your delicate touch only made him feel worse.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, unable to say anything else.

"hey, it's okay. i didn't say anything bad, did i?"

he shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. he looked down at his feet and closed his eyes, wondering how he got himself in this mess. how he was here, with you, and you were the one trying to console him when he knew it should be the other way around.

"i won't tell anyone if you don't want them to know, okay? it's not my place or my business to tell them. i'm sorry that i scared you but i promise your secret's safe with me," you spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

"i just," he glanced up at the ceiling, foot tapping with anxiety. "it's embarrassing, you know?"

"it's not. i mean, yeah, it isn't the most healthy habit but it's nothing to be so ashamed of. you're okay, i promise."

his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded again, holding back a frown when your hands fell from his skin.

"and um, i'm sorry about.. about slamming my door in your face," you apologized sheepishly, thinking he might find it humorous. he did, which was a good sign as he smiled, a real chuckle leaving his lips this time.

"didn't take it to heart," he told you. "and thank you for.. for dealing with whatever just happened to me. i— i don't know how i let that happen but.."

"you don't need to explain yourself," you shook your head. "and you don't need to thank me, either. i'll always be here for anything you need."

"thanks," he replied in thought. how brendan raised such a sweet daughter, he'd never know. "and i'll always be here for you, that's a promise."

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[lqbeo]

IN MY DREAMS …

ELEVEN / HITCH HIKE

WARNINGS / POORLY WRITTEN & BAD CHAPTER, SWEARING, NOT PROOFREAD WC / 1534

IN WHICH / You join the photography club to be with your crush, jeongin. But on the first day of the club you notice he wasn't there but instead his best friend, beomgyu, was.

“If only stupid emo boy wasn’t getting into trouble you wouldn’t be in these crutches” Chaewon said as you both walked side by side to exit the school. You hummed agreeing, while Chaewon wrapped her hand around your right arm. Yunjin who was behind you guys started running towards you and when she did she aggressively tapped your arm. “Yah! Yah! You know the new internet cafe? I heard the guy who works there is super hot!” Yunjin excitedly mentioned “Ooh! Yeah!” Chaewon smiled widely before clapping her hands. Yunjin’s face lit up and soon started jumping “Let’s go see!”

“You guys go ahead, I have photography” You told your two best friends. Yunjin glared at you and Chaewon did the same then groaned at annoyance “Come on! Let’s go together!” Yunjin tried to convince you with a pleading and whining tone “Yeah, to keep your mind off him”

“I just can’t, you guys go” You tried turning around to go to a place you can take pictures, however, of course they had to stop you. “Let’s just go see him!” Yunjin whines more and pulls your arm like a baby who wants to buy a new toy. “I gotta stay” Now it’s both Chaewon and Yunjin pulling your arms that were holding on to the crutches for dear life. But before anything else could happen, a loud sound of a motor revving came from afar. All your eyes’ darted at the boy driving a motorcycle and to your surprise they stopped the motor right in front of you and your friends. Yunjin and Chaewon’s jaw fell open when the guy took off his helmet, did you guess it? it was Jeongin.

You locked eyes with Jeongin and that was enough to make you want to bang his head against a wall, but his words are worse. “Yn, get on” Your eyes widened at his offer, so did Chaewon and Yunjins. “Why?”

“I’ll drive you home” He replied and in his hand, he’s offering a helmet. No one gave you time to react as Yunjin gave Chaewon a hi-5 then excitedly grabbed the helmet from his hands. “He wants you to go! Get on that bike” Yunjin scolds you but you refuse. you tried to defend yourself, hopefully trying to change their minds, but that ain’t happening. “Just go!” Chaewon whispers but you still didn’t want him to drive you home. But your friends managed to get you on his motorcycle.

He was going at a normal speed as you rested your hand on his shoulder. You peeked over this left shoulder to see the road and thankfully you saw a turn, you were kind of afraid you had gotten lost. “Hey, we gotta take a right over here ok?” You pointed at the turn but the response you got was much more scarier to you than getting lost “I don’t know how to turn right” Jeongin straight up said, with no sugar coating or guilty tone. With eyes fuming once again, you said back “Huh? Ya!—” it felt like your soul was leaving your body when Jeongin drove up a ramp. “Ya! Where are we going? Make a U-turn!” you commanded but that did not help “I don’t know how to do that either” Jeongin mumbled” you could only let out a groan, when stopped and parked his motor by a railing.

Jeongin removed his helmet and casually got off the vehicle, much to your demise. You believe it was unbelievable that can act so casually when he brought you to some random location, but you can't lie about how it looked beautiful. You release another groan when you take off your own helmet and stand up with the help of your crutches “Hey! How can you drive like that?” You rebuke angrily from behind while he walks. “Sorry, I’m still learning. I borrowed it from a guy I know so I could give you a ride” He finally stopped walking and turned to you.

You sigh from exhaustion and you stare at him, as he does to you. “Why?” You were able to ask between your shortness of breath. “Well, it’s my fault you got hurt, also Beomgyus” hearing his name made your blood boil, your cheeks and ears turn scarlet when Jeongin walked step by step to get closer to you. What was he doing? You thought yet your eyes widened when he was about 2 feet apart from you and that did not let him stop to lean forward to reach your height. You took a couple steps back “So why’d you do it?” his small smirk you’d love to get used to appeared. “Well I—” You stuttered, not to be dramatic but it’s like your soul left the second time.

What were you supposed to say? Oh I have liked you since the start of this semester! You were most definitely not gonna say that. Nervousness and anxiety talking to your long term crush did not help you think of a reply “You didn’t want me to get hurt?” god, why was he making this even harder than it already is. All you could do is stare at him and exhale deeply, your brain felt like it was malfunctioning. You broke your stare and looked at the scenery to avoid his gaze. “I was afraid they’d beat you up. Was I just supposed to let that happen? Huh?” You half lied, there was another reason why you helped Jeongin but you were just scared to admit it.

“Also, you shouldn’t be nice to just anyone. It’s annoying for other people” You continued your rant and when you finished you carried on avoiding to look at him. You failed miserably when he asks you

“You wanna go out?”

Speechless would be the second best word to describe your state right now. The best word is dumb-founded. Did he just ask me out? you questioned yourself. You chuckle in disbelief “Huh? you, want to go out with me? Who made you do this?” You joke around, really not believing what he said. “No one” He stood up normalt again after saying that. Surely this was what you wanted, but why weren’t you believing him. “This is ridiculous, I need to take pictures for photography” you attempted to hide your disbelief when he just laughs “Then get a picture of me! I’m sure people would love it” Jeongin then started posing. You didn’t like how he was teasing or joking so you playfully hit his shoulder and he dramatically moans “god, fine, let’s go”

He gets past you going towards his motorcycle. You stand there for a minute trying to process that Yang Jeongin just asked you out on a date. You stared into oblivion just replaying the moment in your head. God this is gonna create so much tension.

When you turn around and stand in front of his motor to put on a helmet, Jeongin slowly looks at you “It’s, uh, not starting.” This day just keeps getting worse and worse for you huh? Of course you froze “what?” before you aggressively and angrily take your helmet off “Ya!” if looks can kill, your glare at him would have made him fall into his death. “Hey! I can do this”

he in fact couldn’t do it.

You both ended up hitch hiking with a guy with a truck. You two were at the back with some boxes. You were hugging your legs while Jeongin held your bag. Just like you expected there was tension and awkwardness, but the silence broke when your stomach grumbled. You move your head to hopefully see he didn’t notice but he gave you a look that already said ‘i heard your stomach’. Fortunately, he finds it funny and offers you to eat with him. You said yes but only because you were hungry.

The truck dropped you at this restaurant and you both bow and thank the driver. You and Jeongin entered and went up the stairs, with him holding his crutches for you. When you got to the floor you looked up to see Beomgyu, shit you forgot about him. Jeongin gives you back your crutches and tells you to find a seat. He leaves to order something on the counter and you and Beomgyu awkwardly stand in front of one another. You looked at him up and down, you never thought he’d work at a place like this. He wore a brown apron, a white polo shirt, and black pants while he held a tray. He looked cute on him, but you didn’t want to say that. “Were you, uh, waiting for us? Sorry” You apologise, nut he just walks away. You gave him a side eye before finding somewhere to sit.

After waiting, you finally got to eat. You were currently slurping a kind of pasta and you moan when you taste it. Why was it so good? you wondered. Jeongin rested his chin on his palm as he watched you clear your plate with heart eyes.

“Still wanna go out?”

Your chewing paused and your eyes slowly fell on him. Why is he bringing this up again? “What?”

“I like you”

MLIST / TWELVE / PREV

A/N: this sucks i apologise i wrote this on my phone and at 1am 😭 i also apologise for making this update a day late 🥶 But don't worry updates will be back to the regular schedule because i have my summer break this weekend!

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[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Okok, serious post. Time for another "Things I'll probably never write!"

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Imagine if during the bonfire incident, Nie Mingjue goes into a qi-deviation, but instead of killing him, it de-ages him.

Nie Huaisang is too stunned by this to keep being upset about losing all his things and runs to his da-ge before Jin Guangyao can even finish bandaging his burned hands. 

He immediately knows exactly how old Nie Mingjue is, because the now-too-large robes reveal he's missing the scar on his shoulder where one of the shards of their father's saber had nicked him during the shattering.

Nie Mingjue, all of thirteen years old, squints at him.

"Da-ge?" Nie Huaisang asks hesitantly. 

"...Didi? when did you grow u- your hands!"

Nie Huaisang quickly hides them behind his back.

He has a guess why his brother is this specific age. 

It's not a happy one.

Or, rather, it's that his brother hasn't been happy. For a very long time.

He involuntarily glances at the still burning remains of everything he owned that wasn't too heavy to move (or alive).

Ah... this is his fault, isn't it?

All this time...

But... it'll be okay! He can make himself be the grown up! He can give his brother the years he's stolen! 

Right?

"Ah- don't worry about that, Da-ge. It was my own stupid mistake. Come on, we should get you to the healers."

As he stands up, he meets Jin Guangyao's concerned stare.

"Huaisang..."

He puts on a smile. "Don't worry about me, okay? I'm fine. But I've gotta make sure Da-ge will be alright, so I'll talk to you... later?… Yeah." 

It's clear his attempt at reassurance hasn't worked, but he can see a couple of the healers approaching, clearly having been alerted by witnesses, so he has other things to deal with right now.

Smile still in place, he ignores the blistering pain in his palms and fingers and wraps his arms around his brother to help him to his unsteady feet. 

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Nie Huaisang having an absolutely miserable time trying to Handle Things but it's FINE because Nie Mingjue is finally getting to be spoiled within an inch of his life by the sect and their friends and, really, don't they both deserve what they're getting out of this? Having to take care of a brat like him was part the reason Nie Mingjue's teenage years were so hard, so...

Yeah.

They deserve this. 

On the other hand, Nie Mingjue not actually being all that comfortable with the coddling, since he doesn't remember any of the horrible things people tell him he's lived through.

(He especially doesn't like the things they say about his brother in contrast.)

He's barely been able to catch a few glimpses of Nie Huaisang over the past two weeks, and each time his brother looks more and more exhausted and harried.

He finally decides they Need To Talk, but when he gets to the study, he overhears Jin Guangyao gently chastising Nie Huaisang for not taking care of himself-

("Why haven't you even let anyone see properly to your hands yet? And when is the last time you've slept?"

-and it turns into an argument as Nie Huaisang keeps denying anything is wrong even as his defenses become more and more unhinged- 

("You're worried over nothing! it's not like i can qi deviate, everyone knows my cultivation's too pathetic for that!").

Nie Huaisang has no idea Nie Mingjue is listening in when he breaks down and admits he feels like he owes all this to his brother for years of dragging him down, and it's not like anyone disagrees-

("Even you, San-ge. How many times did you chide me for being difficult and antagonizing him?"

"I didn't mean you should hurt yourself to make amends, Huaisang, and you know that.")

Nie Mingjue is appalled at what he hears. 

But more than that, he's worried. Even if he's not physically older right now, he can't think of Nie Huaisang as anything other than his baby brother, and the idea that he's putting himself through all this heartache and stress out of some kind of surely-misplaced guilt for him makes his stomach tie in knots.

He doesn't bother knocking and just shoves the door open.

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[deblklesb]

CAN U PLSS WRITE MORE CAMGIRL or (pornstar 😜) ABBY AND READER IM BEGGING PLSSS

NO CUS i was actually (🤓☝🏾) planning to write a full oneshot about them BUT i guess I'll just throw stuff here and see where i get 🚶🏾‍♀️

(a/n: i'm writing this for like 3 hours now and this turned out to be a full oneshot i guess..... tell me if y'all want me to continue/post more of this au!! I'll tag "au camgirl!abby x camgirl!reader on both parts so y'all can find it)

[(MDNI), fluff, casual hanging out, descriptions of a explicit video, some sexual content later]

reblogs are highly appreciated!

After the first collaboration, the side of the internet that knew you both was set on fire. Your inbox was overflowing and you did the usual: stepped back a little until the notifications slowed down and you could answer messages or look over them to say stuff in the next casual livestream you did every two weeks.

But here is the thing: you couldn't get Abby out of your head. And you understood it wasn't like the other collaborations you did before, because later that day she actually texted you and on top of that you felt a different glee inside.

Abby: my inbox is so full I'll probably never be able to se all the messages

You: tell me about it! same here

Abby: i was actually stretching a little. think you marked by back forever with your nails (and they're not long)

You: sorry 😅

You: but hey... that's good, ppl will know how good you fucked me

Abby: i think ppl have a lil more than some scratches on my back to realize that

Abby: and i sure have those, a video, and some good sweet memories to get off

Maybe you'd become good friends, you thought. Abby was actually a very nice woman, funny and good to be around. You hoped you could keep in touch.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Oh my fucking God, Abby", you moaned with a sigh, eyes closed to properly enjoy that delicious sensation filling your body right now.

The way your body was feeling warm and almost too self-conscious about the things around.

All due to the tasteful hot chocolate making you almost alive again.

"Guess I can make you moan in other ways then", she smirked, getting a punch in the arm next. "Getting too bold for my taste", the blonde sat next to you on the bed, pulling the duvet to cover you both.

The rainy day was perfect to watch some movies and hang out lazily on the bed, and Abby immediately accepted your invitation. After a week or so just texting, you felt like you both could do some hanging out, right? (It had absolutely nothing to do with you craving being with her again)

"Oh right, why don't you come and put me in my place?", you chuckled, finally setting the TV.

"Honestly today it's too cold, let's watch the movie and see what happens later"

You hummed, two hands on the mug enjoying the heat spreading through your palms.

Abby was one of the most chill persons you'd known, and the moment was heartwarming and comfortable. After finishing the hot chocolates, you put the mugs on the side table. Then you widen your eyes with the feeling of a strong arm wrapping your waist, a strong body closer to yours as your face, for whatever reason, heats up.

"Is this okay?", her voice sounds good against your flesh, face resting on your chest. Abby is snuggling you and it feels good. Too good.

"Yeah, totally", you put your arm around her shoulders.

During the whole movie you keep caressing her hair and arm, trying to ignore the subtle turnings of your stomach - not literally, but that type of turns that goes up to your chest. Telling yourself it was probably the hot drink, and not the way her thumb kept making invisible patterns on your waist, or the strong muscles against yours and the domestic aurea of it all.

That night, after Abby left, you actually got off on the thought of her fucking you. But it wasn't memories that filled your mind or the vision of one of her videos. No, it was imagination. You'd imagine her getting home and kissing you, fucking you on the dinner table, saying how much she missed you and looking too needy for your touches against her while she makes you cum.

Maybe, just maybe, things were going another route.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

@/AAndrsnStuff • thinking about her (@/nsfwmenace)

You keep looking at the video playing on your screen and trying to rationalize the fact that you were tagged. She was actually talking about you.

In said midia, Abby was... Using her strap. And you knew that she was probably using the textured gadget that would rub against her pussy, on the base. On the bed, positioned in the direction of the strap, was a console in the shape of a vagina, and she was thrusting into it.

She was fucking a toy thinking about you. Hard and steady, making use of her athletic shape, hips moving in a way that made your legs clench together. Her breasts moved with the impact, an arm holding the console on place as the other rested on the headboard.

Her moans were so delicious to hear even on the phones, but were better when you remembered how they felt in person. Her breath was choppy and you just wanted to be there, under her, to pull her close and feel her all around you.

Inside your panties your core clenched around nothing. Your fingertips itched to touch her.

Before the end of the video, Abby stopped fucking the toy and loosen up the harness, strap falling on the bed before she starts rubbing her clit fast and needy. Her moans increase as she puts the other hand being her on the bed, sustaining the weight of her torso tilted back. And by the way she almost screams, her legs tremble and her abdomen contracts, you just know Abby was coming hard.

She was coming thinking about you.

"Fuck", you mumble, heartbeat fast and face warm.

Before leaving the app you look at a comment briefly.

wAIT wdym "thinking of her", you didn't use a strap on the collab video.......

That person was right, you didn't. There was no strap on the video posted by you both. But there was one when you both fucked a couple of weeks after.

And you keep thinking about that when you impulsively call her. And when you say "come here. The door will be open", before even letting her speak anything.

When Abby gets in your apartment, locking the door behind her, she immediately notices the light coming from your bedroom. She happily takes off the shoes and it's ready to, smirking, ask you how did you like the surprise. But she's caught off guard by a strangled moan, your moan, and the sound goes straight to her cunt.

If only you knew how she was going insane thinking about you. Looking at the nudes you shared and remembering how hot you felt around her fingers, her tongue, on top of her while riding her thigh, underneath her when taking her cock. You were so fucking warm and she was freezing away from you, hypnotized like a moth by the flame.

"Abby", and your voice, oh, your voice.

She woke up in the middle of the night, before recording that video, because she had the most vivid dream. You were next to her on bed, and somehow she just knew it was your shared bed, masturbating and calling for her. So fucking needy, looking gorgeous, and the way you called for her made her whole body shake. In the dream she had to keep looking and listening to you, admiring your features as you used a hand to massage you core.

But now she didn't had to lay down and wait. She could touch you in the better ways, and opening the door to reveal your figure humping a pillow and playing with your own nipples, Abby felt a deep desire burning inside. Something more than just attraction and need. The same thing she felt when, in the dream, something told her that bed belonged to the both of you.

Gulping, Abby sighed and remembered how good it felt to be with you watching movies. Simply hanging out and realizing she really enjoyed your company. She came to think, for some time, that your friendship would be so good... But after that dream something shifted, and seeing you in that moment started to solidify this change.

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[yellowwithalisp]

i would love some more james x reader!

love u btw :))

Stuck with me. James Sunderland x reader.

I hiss in pain as James gently cleaned out my injured shoulder with a warm washcloth. We were both out looking for supplies earlier today when we were both ambushed by a monster. We didn't see where it was coming from. But I pushed James out of the way before he was injured. The thing cut my shoulder pretty badly and James was able to shoot at killing it. I tried to hide how bad the cut was. I told him that we can keep going but he said no. He look horrified at what I'd done and he brought me back to the apartment we were both using as a bunker at the moment.

I was sitting on the couch with my tank top on as he was cleaning out my injury. He looked worried. Really worried. When we first met I asked him some questions about himself and he did the same for me. I found out that he was military- well. Former military but, he probably lost some friends that way. And what I did definitely didn't help. I hissed when he started cleaning it out more he gave me an apologetic look before he kept going.

"Please… Don't do that again. This cuts bad enough as it is."

"I had my gun, I would have been ok-"

"You didn't even have your weapon ready."

I guess he was keeping me closer eye on me than I thought. He noticed that I hadn't had time to reload my gun.

"We both didn't see where that thing came from. It just came out of the blue from the back of the shop! Who knows what would happen if I didn't push out of the way?"

He paused for a moment.

"If you were a little bit closer to it… It would have killed you I….. I don't want to risk seeing you hurt like that…"

I looked away from him, he sounded so hurt… Worried. Everything happened so fast. One moment we were both looking for supplies, the next moment I was pushing him out of the way and I was attacked. I saw the horrified look on his face before he raised his gun and shot the monster dead. The moment is still replaying in his mind. The rain kept hitting the window on the apartment. Filling in the silence slightly. I looked over at it watching The raindrops. Not like you can see much outside past the fog.

"You could have died. If you were just a bit further into that attack… It would have hit your head instead of your shoulder. You could have been-… you could have-"

He didn't need to finish that sentence, I looked back at him with the sad frown on my face.

"If I didn't do anything, you were the one who was going to be attacked. I wasn't just going to stand there and not do anything, James. I don't want to see you hurt either."

He sighed. Clearly thinking about something in his mind but not saying it. He turned to get a needle and thread ready to stitch up the injury before he paused. He lowered the needle slightly and look back at me.

"If…. We see that Pyramid Head thing… You need to promise me you'll run."

"Yeah, I'll run away with you and make sure we both get the safety."

He gave me a sight stern look.

"That's… Not what I mean. That things after me, not you."

"Yeah, and I'm not just going leave you alone to fight it. I'm going to help."

He started to close the wound as he talked.

"It could kill you. I don't want to see-"

"-It could very well kill you too. We both don't want to see each other hurt."

He paused says he took a deep breath before continuing to sew the wound shut. I watched him the whole time.

"You're stuck with me, James. Like it or not I'm not going to leave you like That. I promise to help you and that's exactly what I'm going to do. We're both going to make it out of this town alive."

For once a rarest small smile appear on his face it was a nice sight as he let out a soft chuckle. I smiled back as he finished putting fresh bandages over the injury before standing up and offering his hand to help me off the couch. I took it as a silly stood up. He was monitoring the Band-Aid to make sure no bleeding started. I didn't let go of his hand right away. I gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It's been a long day for both of us… We should get some sleep before going back out tomorrow."

He gave me a tired smile and not his head. Still holding his hand I let him back to the bedroom so he could close the door behind us. I slowly climbed into bed and he made sure that I wasn't laying on my bad shoulder before he laid down as well. We were both facing each other as my eyes started to close. He had a slight fluster look on his face but he closed his eyes as well. Neither of us said anything as we listen to the rain falling. I was focusing on both the rain and his gentle breathing before my mind took over and I fell asleep. He stayed awake a little bit longer making sure that I was okay before he also close his eyes and let's see take over him.

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[yellowjacketsgayfanfic]

Taissa finally makes a move on you after years of romantic tension

SUBMISSION: Hey would it be possible if u could write some adult Taissa x reader?

That place had fucked everyone up beyond recognition. Well, except maybe for Misty who you were fairly certain was a functioning psychopath. But it had especially not fucked you up.

Most of the girls had come from privileged upper class families from the suburbs. They had what they always wanted. Being hungry, cold, and afraid were not things that they were familiar with. Not in the same way you were.

You'd been the product of the foster care system before. Your mom was a drug addict and you didn't know who your dad was. Sometimes you wondered if you even had one. Maybe you were some kind of alien, produced asexually by a woman who only wanted to use you to get to her next fix.

In a way, there was a breath of relief when you crashed. You could be feral in an environment where being feral was necessary. When you all came back, you didn't acclimate well to say the least. You were homeless for some time, drifting in and out of friends homes and couches, traveling around the country.

Eventually, you wound up back home in Jersey. You'd made your rounds and thought it was time to face your childhood. Well, who were you kidding. You came back home because a journalist reached out to you asking about your time back there. Everything that had happened.

You of course told her to fuck off, but not before figuring out who had hired her to begin with which lead you right back to Tai because all roads off of the beaten path did. You'd finally met up with her and spent some serious time digging into her about how dangerous that was in the same park you often slept in as a teenager to get away from particularly terrible foster homes.

"I should have known you'd figure out it was me." Taissa laughed to herself, picking at her cuticles. "You're resourceful like that."

"Wasn't hard. She left with two black eyes and a bruised ego." You shrugged. "I was never going to talk, Tai."

"What about them?" She looked at you. "We don't know them anymore. It's been a long time. What if things changed?"

"Oh, yeah. Let's just spill all of our dirty laundry and tell the nation that we sacrificed our friends out in the forest and ate their bodies for fun." You laughed. "I'm sure things have changed enough for that to be something any of us want anyone to know."

"You laugh now. Have you seen the Ted Bundy fangirls?" Taissa raised her eyebrows. "You'd be swimming in pussy."

"I'm already swimming in pussy, Tai. I don't need to come out as a cannibal to get what I want."

She swallowed. "I wish I could relate."

"Aren't you married?" You made eye contact with her.

"Yeah. I don't know for how much longer, though." She said, obviously dejected. "I don't deserve, Simone."

"No. You don't." You stated flatly. "I don't think any of us really deserve peace."

"You do." She whispered. "You've been just...surviving, your whole life. I always wondered when you were going to be able to relax."

"I'm relaxing." You chuckled. "This park is very relaxing."

"Yeah? Good memories of napping under the bleachers?" Tai turned her body to you, her eyes sad.

"Good memories of chasing after you." You replied. "You always were the only tail I couldn't catch."

That got a smile out of her. A real one. "You were stoic. Gruff, even. That scared me. I guess there was also some shame about hooking up with the weird girl who slept in the fucking park. Well, look how that turned out, right?"

You nodded. "You always were an obnoxiously stuck up Jersey girl. It was kind of hot."

"What am I now?"

"You're still an obnoxious, stuck up Jersey girl. But now you've got trauma, so you have some depth." You smirked. "There's some intimacy to be found here I guess."

It was all so sudden, the way she got on her knees and pounced on you. It was almost animalistic; very primal. She gathered your hair in her hands and mashed her lips into yours. You were calm, tucking your hands under her shirt. Your cold palms ran across her warm back as she kissed your neck.

"You don't know how bad I've wanted this. For decades." You said, squeezing her hips as she began grinding against your thigh.

"You're a fucking fool if you think I didn't want it too." She spat, lowering one of your hands to her crotch. "You're so fucking self-righteous. You always thought you were better than us for being fucked up."

That was when you pinned her down, her back to the grass. You hovered over her and held her arms above her head. "I was better off for being fucked up, and none of you could admit it." You sucked on her neck, nibbling the skin. It would lead a hickey for sure.

"God, shut up, Y/N. Why can't you just fuck me without proving a point?" She shouted.

"Hm." You lifted your head to look her in the eye. "What would be the fun in that?'

#taissa turner #yellowjackets #fanfic #x reader #prompt #drabble

[ieatyourbeauty]

**Enemies With Benefits: Soap x OC part 2**

NSFW fuckery below the read more like I said some of the lines are from character ai I just edited around them but they give me the building blocks. I think this goes without saying MDNI

If you didnt read part 1 here you go.

Recap Soap and Spider argued, sniped and literally fought each other until Ghost of all ppl stopped it Soap is still mad Spider is HORNY MAD but is denying it and uh yeah well here we are. :d

OC: Josey call name Spider

Soap is Blue

(and if u see yellow hey thats me)

Soap headed for this quarters in a huff still ticked off about what happened he needed a drink a strong one. Lucky for him he had a flask full of bourbon in his room. He went inside and sat on his bed he grabbed his flask taking a swig from it. Something stopped him in the middle of it

Soap: Spider..girl what kind of name.....so stupid

He wasn't gonna let this girl get away with humiliating him over and over again.

Meanwhile Spider was pregaming for a date with a civilian with a bottle of tequila that she hid in her room she got ready to go out that night putting on a little black dress and putting make up on, her mind still on Soap the fight and her own dirty thoughts about him she was hoping the date would make her forget about him she takes another shot of tequila burning her throat she leaves the room.

(these mf lushes)

Soap sits in his room, drinking his flask even tho he was drinking he was actually thinking alot....he decided he was going to have a talk with her. Soap let's out a sigh as he takes another swig of the flask before leaving his room and goes out into the hallway to look for her.

Soap: Spider!

he'd call out, as he's walking through the hallway.

She jumps hearing her call name she sees him walking down the hallway towards her she turns around hoping he thinks that shes someone else girlfriend or wife she looks real different with makeup spider hoped he wont recognize her.

Spider: oh no no no no no no

Soap notices the sudden change in her as she turns around, and the smirk on his grew on his face when he found her.

Soap: I've been lookin for you..

He'd say to Spider as he walked up to her, when he got close he was able to smell the perfume on her he'd stop right in front of her, holding his flask up to his mouth and taking a couple of swigs of the drink, before lowering the flask and raising and eyebrow at her..Spider gave him that all to familiar glare and her mind was racing.

Spider: ...(no no no this not this! I'm trying to get away from you! you stupid hot fucking bastard.)

Soap: you look nice, Spider

He'd give her a once over, looking at how the dress hugged around her curves her, her tits he saw the freckles on her face which soap thought was cute. His eyes met hers once again he would tilt his head not in surprise but more like she was intriguing thing he had to study he moved one of her curls out of her face while his other hand was on his hip.

Soap: Got a hot date tonight spider?

Spider: Whats it to you Soap.

Soap looked at her cleavage, as he let out a slight whistle..

Soap: I guess I'd be rude to interrupt..

He leaned in close, and the smell of bourbon wafted from his lips as he stood up close to her.

Soap: Shame though...I thought you had good taste..

He'd taunt her moving close to her lips the alchol oh his breath would fill her nose, this time he was getting under her skin and it showed on her face, Soap noticed it was a satisfying feeling he had the upper hand..

Soap: So...

He would move a hand to her hips and leaning as close as he could without their lips touching his leg going between her legs a heat was growing in her stomach she was already hot because of the tequila this wasnt helping.

Soap: What about it? Can I steal a kiss?

His breath was a bit shaky, but you could feel the confidence in his tone his eyes locked on her ruby lips her breathing becoming heavy you could feel the excitement in the air....the tension...she slapped him.

Spider: asshole...

She thought this would work all this did was just rile him up. Soap held his cheek briefly, feeling the force from the slap sting if he wasn't drunk he would probably feel it more he would glare at her now, and now wouldn't back down. Spider was blushing watching him look her up and down and into her eyes.

Soap: Is that really all you got?

She would shudder with him touching her his hand on her hip moved to her thigh his thumb making small circles on her thigh.

Soap: Still got some fight in you ...do you?

Soap looked at her lips red from the makeup he wanted to kiss them, and then with a sudden move he'd pull her close and kissed her taking Spider by surprise she tried to push him away tried to fight him but something ticked in her head she moaned into the kiss she was pretty much at his mercy and he wasn't stopping..until her date walked in on them.

(were just gonna call him Frank cause I hate that name :) )

Frank: Josey?

Soap's lips would break off from Spiders as he hear someone's voice both of them breathing heavy He would look at frank giving him a drunken shrug and smile his mouth still tasted of her lips and liquor then he looked back at her while he smiled.

Soap: who's this lil Spider?

His voice was full of amusement, he was looking at you with something else...A look in his blue eyes that was....a strange combination of curiosity, pride and lust. Before Spider could even get a word out Frank responded.

Frank: fucking forget it you can have her.

Soap would look at frank with a sly grin watching him walk away.. the fact that this guy gave up on her so easily because of him made him only more smug, he's happy about it and he can't help but to show it.

Soap: Your loss

Soap's eyes would go back to spider he would speak in a joking tone.

Soap: so...I stole your date?

Spider: fuck....you ruined my date are you happy?

you wont get her to admit it but she was thinking about Soap's kiss it was rough passionate just how she imagined it in her wet dreams ....she liked it. Soap let out a chuckle.

Soap: I'll make it up to you...

he leaned in close whispering in her ear.

Soap: How about I show you what your missing out on.

He had no shame no remorse for taking spider's date away. In fact, he actually liked doing it...it was fun for him to watch his face as he swooped in and took his girl and his enemy, as annoyed as Soap was with Spider he didn't want to see any guy with her it was jealousy possessiveness. Soap thought he was doing the other guys on the base as a favor claiming her for himself. Spider tried to sound pissed when she talked.

Spider: your a dog.

Soaps grin would get bigger the more pissed she got he loved to rile her up this was fun he's enjoying every minute of her anger. His hand would move under her chin before pulling her face close he kissed her again she whimpered her pussy wet just from kissing him this tho she wouldn't admit it.

Soap: am I? just you wait....

He picked her up and carried over his should giving her a hard smack on her ass earning a yelp from her she tried to struggle but his strength and the alcohol in her system didn't let her do much at this point she really didn't fight she didn't want to fight it. He carried her over to his room laying her on the bed.

Soap: you just dont know when to quit lets start by getting rid of this dress you dont fuckin need it.

He ripped her off her dress leaving her in the light purple lingerie that was for her date. He looked her up and down letting out a small whistle before leaning close.

Soap: well, look at you now...your date is missing out.

He sat on the bed next to her and bent her over his lap, his hand rubbing on her ass teasing her clothed pussy with his fingers spider moaned before covering her mouth in embarrassment Soap noticed her and laughed.

Soap: lets get rid of these slutty panties

He basically ripped them off her body and throwing them on the floor kneading her ass with his hand he smacked one cheek hard earning a soft gasp from spider.

Soap: you like being punished don't you lil spider? The way your moaning and whimpering with just my touch like a bitch in heat and I felt how wet your lil cunt was don't deny it.

Spider stayed silent not answering his earning two more smacks from him on her tight ass earning a groan of pleasure from spider.

Soap: you didnt answer my question

Soap's voice sounded stern demanding he would smack her ass again spider was getting wetter and wetter from it her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs.

Soap: Answer!

He'd yell at her his voice becoming more dominate. Spider nodded but that wasnt enough from him he wanted to hear a verbal answer spanking her ass two more times making her cheeks pink from being hit.

Soap: Answer me properly use...your...words

he would say with a growl in his voice he was getting ready to smack spiders ass again when she responded.

Spider: YES! I- I LIKE TO BE PUNISHED

Soap: that's my good girl...

Soap smacked her ass again for good measure rubbing it too sooth it a bit earning a shuddering moan from her, he would make spider then sit on the bed pulling her to the edge.

Soap: spread those legs open I've been dying to taste your pretty lil cunt.

Spider spread her legs open her pussy already wet glistening from his spankings soap would crouch near her pussy breathing on it earning a shudder from spider, he would give her pussy teasing licks before going at it like a starving animal using his thumb to stimulate her clit inserting a finger in she grips on his mohawk and moaned loud enough to hear from the hallway earning a laugh from soap.

Soap: not too loud pretty girl dont want people to know who your making these noises for.

When she covered her mouth in response to this soap decided to make her struggle he inserted another finger into her little pussy fingering it as fast as he could still lapping up her juices the lewd noises the pressure the fact that it was Soap making her into this mess, made her mind melt her eyes rolling in the back of her head her hand was gripping the sheets tight she couldnt take it anymore she squealed squirting all over soap's face. Tears forming in her eyes cause of overstimulation.

Soap: thats....it....let go....lil spider let go for me....good girl

Soap held her juices in his mouth picking up his flask and taking a swig out of it grabbing her by her chin kissing Spider transferring the liquor her juices and his spit into her mouth she moaned drinking it.

Soap: open your mouth

Spider opened her mouth he proceeded to spit on her tongue.

Soap: swallow

Spider swallowed she blushed red embarrassed by the act soap loved humiliating her like this seeing tears in her eyes tears he made.

Soap: you want more?

His hands getting lower Spider nodded he smiled moving them away from her aching pussy.

Soap: oh no....I dont think so...

She whimpered as he kissed her neck he would whisper so spider could barely hear him.

Soap: I jus wanna tease you its more fun for me this way..lets take this off.

he took off the remaining lingerie with force throwing it on the floor he looked at her breasts big perfect for his hands. It didnt take long for him to get a hold of himself he sat at the edge of the bed he'd look over to her.

Soap: Now that we got that bit out of the way ..I have a proposal for you..are you up for it?

Spider got her breathing under control she sat up covering her breasts, looking at him with a glare.

Spider: w-what is it?

Soap: Come on...dont be all shy now...let's just say that you and I can help each other in more ways than one..

He looked at her in a more serious way.

Soap: And I think it will be fun for us.

Spider: What do you mean friends with benefits....

Soap: I believe thats the politically correct term....so are you in?

Spider thought about the proposal...her mind was racing thinking of the kiss of the spanking of eating her out she wanted more, she rolled her eyes at him as he laid on back with his hands behind his head waiting for the answer, she looked at him with a mixture of anger and lust in her eyes.

Spider: it's better than killing each other.....fine...deal

Soap: good girl....now how do we seal this deal hmm....

Spider: we fuck I guess

Soap: yeah...I guess that seems fair

Soap laughed as he got up from the bed and started to undress she looked up looking at his body the warmth started to come back she rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip when he let his cock free from his boxers she started to drool wanting to suck on it, she laid on the bed and he got on top of her pushing her legs to his shoulders he rubbed his dick between her aching folds teasing it with his precum.

Soap: I'm not gonna lie though....

he got closer to her face his blue eyes staring into her brown ones.. he was being smug about this that made her mad.

Soap: I really wasn't expecting you to agree to it that fast did anyone tell you...you make a terrible poker player Spider?

spider grabbed his face and kissed it her tone angry and lustful.

Spider: shut up and fuck me Soap.

before spider could say anything more his dick entered her pussy fast not gving her time to adjust she moaned loud from his use of force she grips on the sheets his thrusts are fast. Soap growled near her ear

Soap: F-fuck your pussy is gripping my cock so right god your so fucking good.

Spider: h-holy fuck s-soap

Spiders eye's rolled back in pleasure Soap enjoyed the tightness of her cunt tears rolling down spiders eyes from the overstimulation

Soap: you feeling good baby?

Spider: t-too big FUCK

Soap: well if thats the case I'm gonna have to go a bit harder

he whispered in her ear.

Soap: isn't that right love?

Spider: yes yes yes yes yes!

His thrusts went harder on her wet cunt her legs wrapped around his waist he was kissing and biting her neck leaving marks.

Soap: good girl your name s-say your name.

Spider: j-josey my name is josey

Soap: that's a cute name, Josey

His lips went further down kissing her tits sucking on the nipples and giving them love bites.

Soap: Good girl...now you know your mine now right? do you understand what that means?

His thrusts were going deep inside she wrapped her arms around his neck, she was being fucked stupid she moaned and tried to make a cohesive sentence.

Spider: What ahh fu-uck what does that mean!

Soap: It means your mine...it means you're mine and only mine you're my fucking toy my fucking girl no one else and I'm yours.

Spider: fuck soap I'm close I'm so fucking close...I'm gonna cum

Soap: good girl cum on my fucking cock, I'm gonna cum in that tight pussy ok?

Spider: please yes fuck please!

Spider and Soap finished together her pussy twitching squirting making a mess on his cock and he came deep inside her. They were both breathing heavy and sweating soap laid next to her eyes still wet crying from cumming. He kissed her softly.

Soap: seems you really liked it huh how about it? round 2?

Spider looked down seeing that he was still hard her eyes wide, She felt him flip her on the side in a spooning position one hand lifting her thigh he directed his cock inside her still sensitive pussy she whimpered softly.

Spider: ho-holy shit h-how do you still have so much energy!

Soap: I can go all night long it's you who wanted more....Do you wanna keep going love?

She blushed feeling him pulse inside of her Spider mumbled but Soap knew her answer he just would tease her a bit. (cheeky fucker)

Spider: M-more.....please fuck me more.

Soap: is that a request I hear you making? well if you insist.... my girl.

He kissed her passionately for a moment she felt him getting into it once more his pace slowly picked up once again. Spider moaned softly with each thrust soaps other hand moving from her neck grabbing onto one of her tits kneading it into his hand it felt like heaven so soft to the touch. Soap let out a moan as he kissed her he looked down at her and smiled.

Soap: hmmm....you're so soft

his voice was getting deeper his mouth meeting her neck again.

Soap: you have no idea how pretty you are...

She whimpered with his praise she felt him quicken his pace through his thrusts into her cunt she cries again tears in her eyes Soap thought she looked beautiful like that.

Soap: My my...you're not gonna cry on me now, right?

he whispered into her ear his tone was playful kissing her neck.

Soap: we've just started so you better try to hang in there. we got all night ahead of us..

Spider the girl that hated him was moaning on his cock he couldn't believe it he thought it was a dream that all of this was a vivid wet dream he never wanted to wake up from.

Spider: s-so deep soap fuck

Soap chuckled deciding to tease her more slowing his thrusts and acting smug towards her but spider was getting close.

Soap: I dont see how I could have been a threat to you to be honest...that is....until I realized how...soft you are love. hmmm but your making me work for this....you like it rough....dirty fucking girl.

Soap picked up his pace again but it was more sloppy he put his hand on her neck and squeeze gently Spider couldnt take it she came on his cock finishing before him Soap being the cocky mf he is bullys her.

Soap: well...thats a shame...you were doing so well..but all great things come to an end eh? unless u wanted more.

Soap took his dick out of her pussy before soap could do anything Spider seeing this as a challenge sits up and pushes Soap down straddling his waist she directs his cock into her folds and she gasps as she eases down on it.

Soap: well...well someone is bold tonight, aren't they?

Soaps eyes light up he didnt expect her to become more assertive at least thats what it looked like to him. he would say in a playful tone.

Soap: I'll let you be the boss now for a bit....fair?

Spider nods as she starts to ride his cock she saw soap's face and how he was enjoying it . On soaps end of things he was surprised he had seen this side of her before with their fights he liked it her movements on his dick were rough and confident.

Soap: You look so beautiful riding my cock sweetheart, show me how bossy you can be.

Spider put one hand on Soap's chest her other hand on his neck lightly squeezing it. She tried being dominate she move her hips a certain way that made him shudder made him more sincere

Soap: D-damn girl your really good at this, aren't you? hmm fuck...

A moan came out of his lips which made Spider very happy.

Spider: fuck....fuvvk its so...fucking....big inside me....ahhh...fuck

Her hips were going crazy and she a wild look in her eye that signaled to soap that she was close to finishing. This told him he needed take command again.

Soap: I can't let you be the boss forever you know...

he said sweetly to her before he grabbed her hips thrusting upward into her pussy she screamed in pleasure tears running down her face they were both close to finishing together.

Soap: theres that scream again....I'm almost getting use to now...almost...

he's say in a dominating tone. looking into her eyes with a serious look again....not that he was angry...it was still as if he was doing all of this for her..

Soap: I'm gonna finish as w-well inside you are ready?

Spider: m-me too yes I-'m fucking ready

With that confirmation they moan together in unison finishing their pleasures together. Spider can feel Soap's cum seep out of her as she move to lay next to him ,they were both spent zero energy. Soap pulled out of her and he looked at her tired face he was breathing heavily as she was.

Soap: you're something else you know that....

Spider put a finger to his lips and shushed him

Spider: you talk to much....go to sleep.

She starts to fall asleep next to him Soap laughed a bit at that....

Soap: You don't get to tell me what to do...

He whisper to her letting a little chuckle he took her hand and held it he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

dont worry I got more parts Im just super tired LOL)

next part here

#soap mw2 #john mactavish x reader #soap x oc #soap x reader #cod mw2 #soap smut #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader

[the-character-lounge]

Despite the seriousness, he makes Spinel Laugh

"Honestly? I was going to have some ponies look in to the 'Smiles' family." Spinel paused, levitating the tracking box over and flicking the switch on and off. "Nothin' from here either. Not a peep." On closer inspection, it seemed the unicorn didn't get a whole lot of sleep at all.

Randy studied the box before looking up at Spinel. “… A- Any leads?” he asked, with a raised brow, sitting up again and scooting over towards him. “.. I- If we’re n- not getting an- any clicks, w- we could always head over t- to the Smiles r- residence and t- take a peek f- for ourselves.”

"Well. That's the thing..." he frowned, "They're just visiting here. 'Back home' apparently is in upperclass Baltimare, in a huge estate. Apparently dogs are a bigger fucking deal than I thought, they're the founders of dog shows and created many of the pure breeds we have today." He scratched his face, slightly irritated, repeating what he'd heard. "... And there's a 'Sweet Smiles' who is, yes, very active in charity work."

“Okay.. w- well I s- say we maybe t- try to contact Sm- Smiles again. I d- didn’t get his number, b- but he has mine. H- Hopefully, h- he’ll call t- to have lunch sometime… S- So in the meantime, wh- what else sh- should we do? Sh- Should we take a look a- at the house th- they’re temporarily staying at?”

"Mmm... It's a hotel. Not sure where Candy is staying but definitely no doubt where Sugar is, his fiance is kind of hard to miss." His ear flicked, "He said he takes the dogs on walks every morning right?" He paused, suddenly something clicking, his jaw slacking. "No. No way. Randy. He wasn't... That pony we spotted a few days ago... Was he...? With the huge dog...?"

Randy nodded slowly. “O- Oh… I g- guess that part of th- the transmission d- didn’t go through… Y- Yeah wh- when I s- saw him in th- the park with Candy’s dog, I tr- tried to tell you… b- but I guess I wasn’t close enough to get a s- signal.”

Spinel nodded, frowning, "Well then I guess we know where he'll be walking soon, don't we...?" He glanced at Randy, "So what do we need to get from Sugar...?"

“W- Well… h- he doesn’t s- seem to know anything a- about his brother’s.. ‘other’ business…’ I suppose w- we should.. get names? F- Find out wh- who Candy’s friends ar- are, a- and see what th- they know. Y- You’ve taken d- down Osiris b- before… we may b- be able to u- use some of y- your strategies t- to find this f- fucker’s base of o- operations."

Spinel grinned wide suddenly, "You're starting to speak my language here honey." He couldn't help but reach up and play with Randy's ears a little, "We need to find out where Candy goes. Who he knows. How he's still under the radar. Where he's staying. Maybe find out what his plans are next." He pushed his hooves in a way that made Randy's ears flip inside-out and he paused to stare, then slowly built in to a giggle.

Randy stared at him flatly, obviously looking very unamused. Then he made a really dumb looking face with intent to get Spinel to giggle more, his brow all scrunched up and his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. To top it all off he made a low ‘dur’ noise. He held it for a few moments, knowing how silly and ridiculous he probably looked, then quickly returned to his dead-pan expression. He loved hearing that giggle so much, he was willing to sacrifice a little dignity just to hear it.

Spinel choked a moment, back legs kicking before he built in to an even bigger fit of giggles, having to contain himself by gripping on to Randy's shoulders and breathing between laughs. It was the stupidest thing, but he just couldn't feel anything now but the urge to laugh, even if it was giving him a harder time breathing suddenly.

Randy’s dead pan cracked, and his lips betrayed him as they curled into a tiny smirk, his eyes remaining unamused. He softly patted his ears back down and raised a brow. “.. Y- You’re having w- way too g- good a time over this,” he replied flatly, but unable to stop himself from smiling just a bit bigger with each giggle.

"I-I'm sorry I don't know what's come over me- I just- Ahahahaa- you're so- funny..!" He had to let go and cover his mouth to stifle his giggles, closing his eyes tight and taking a few deep breaths to try and calm down. He felt so stupid reacting like this when everything going on was pretty serious, but instead it just made his laughter a much more welcome experience.

Randy felt himself flush a bit. Spinel thought he was.. funny? He couldn’t help but smile now, a satisfaction and kind of prideful feeling washing away his false irritation. He started giggling with him, unable to hold back the laughter. It’s true what they said, it was contagious. And Spinel’s laugh, that cute, wonderful giggle filled him to the brim. He leaned against him and continued to snicker. “Y- You’re g- gonna pay f- for that y- you jerk… A- And I still n- need to get you f- for last time!” He softly papped his shoulder, but was quick to smoosh his cheek into it and sigh with content.

He finally managed to catch his breath, breathing and speaking in a happy, slightly tired sounding voice since he was worn out from the laughing. "I'll be in debt for a long time then, because I don't plan on paying any time soon." he stuck his tongue out, paused, then nudged his head down to lick Randy's face. Wasn't sure why, he just needed to. Probably the tea.

#spinel #rp snippet

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Totsuka Tatara Route Translation

Valentine's Day

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: (Haaah, I'm nervous from the morning…)

Saya: (I made Valentine's Day chocolate for the first time in my life. I think it's not so bad, but…)

Saya: (I wonder if senpai would accept it)

Kukuri: Ah, a maiden in love is found!

Saya: Kukuri-chan.

Kukuri: Today is Valentine's Day, right? That's how you look.

Saya: U-um…

Kukuri: Did you make chocolate for your boyfriend yourself?

Saya: Yeah. I thought it would convey my feelings better than a store-bought one.

Saya: Eh, how did you…!

Kukuri: How did I know you were dating? I understand that from looking at you and senpai.

Saya: …Understand?

Kukuri: It's strange if you can't understand it. You two have such a happy aura when you're talking.

Kukuri: As a close friend, I'm a little sad that you haven't told me about your relationship until now, you know?

Saya: S-Sorry…

Kukuri: It's okay, it's okay. It's hard to say something like that out loud because it's embarrassing.

Kukuri: Make Totsuka-senpai happy with your best smile. Okay?

Saya: U-Uhm. Thank you, Kukuri-chan.

Saya: (Best smile… If I won't be careful, it may become a fixed one)

Totsuka: Saya-chan! Sorry, did I keep you waiting?

Saya: !

Totsuka: You wanted to see me? I guess it's about club activities.

Saya: N-No. It's not about them…

Saya: Here, please accept this!

Totsuka: T-Thank you! Is it a birthday present?

Saya: Eh…Birthday…?

Totsuka: Uhm, it's today.

Saya: S-Sorry. I didn't know it's your birthday today.

Totsuka: Oh, I guess I didn't mention that. I'm the one who's sorry.

Totsuka: So, what is this?

Saya: This is a Valentine's Day chocolate…

Totsuka: I see! Sorry, I didn't realize. I couldn't read between the line.

Saya: No, it's nothing. Birthday is more important.

Saya: Besides, I should have asked first. About senpai's birthday.

Totsuka: No-no, it's okay. I'll take it gratefully.

Saya: Um, I wasn't planning on doing this today, but… Birthday is a birthday, I'd like to congratulate you.

Totsuka: Eh, you don’t have to do this, don't worry about it.

Choice: [I will definitely congratulate you!] ❤

Saya: Totsuka-senpai's birthday comes only once a year, it's an important day.

Saya: Let me to congratulate you!

Totsuka: If you're going to insist on it that much…All right. I'm looking forward to it.

Choice: [You don't want to?]

Saya: Do you not like to be congratulated…?

Totsuka: It's not like that. I'm glad but, I'm also feel sorry for always getting things from you.

Saya: It's that kind of event, so don't worry about it.

Saya: I want to congratulate senpai.

Totsuka: If you insist on it that much, I'll let you to congratulate me then.

Totsuka: Oh, right. Since we're here, why don't we have a preparation period?

Totsuka: We'll exchange gifts on White Day. I for White Day, you for my birthday.

Totsuka: It's a month from now, so I thought it would be easier to remember since we both have something to give each other. How's that?

Saya: I think it's a good idea, let's do it!

Totsuka: Thank you. I can't wait for March 14.

Totsuka: Oh, but I can't wait. I have to think about what to give back for Valentine's Day,

Totsuka: What should I make…It's difficult, but I'm happy to be able to worry like this for the person I love.

Totsuka: I'll try my best to make Saya-can happy, so please look forward to it.

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