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cheriladycl01 · 5 months

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No because that hurt me! Lando Norris x Girlfriend! Reader Part 2

Plot: Lando goes one step too far ...

Credit to purplephantomwolf for the GIF

As you'd promised you'd gone straight back to London, you thrown yourself into your work. You spent the days on the construction sight for the new house you were flipping, overseeing the progress. You spent the evenings in the studio working on more plans for the interior of the house.

But you did miss him, of course you missed him.

He was your person ...

Your guy...

The love of your life.

In the time that you'd come home however, videos had surfaced, many videos had surfaced...

The first was of you and Lando in the club, someone from a table across from the one your friends had been sat in showed how Lando had acted towards you and how his friends had tried to back you up. The next was of you running up to Alex, begging for a lift.

Afterwards, videos were leaked of the rest of Lando's night where he celebrated his win, by dancing with his friends and random girls that were being pulled into the big group. Nothing scandalous but enough to upset the fans who really liked you.

Later on, after the first few videos came out a video came out of Max Fewtrell and him arguing before him and Pietra left. Max actually pushed him a little and lots of hand gestures were flying round, but Lando looked just as angry as Max did.

Normally when you were in London, people knew they'd get content on your Instagram stories of you doing what you do best. People had suggested you to start a YouTube because your live's and reels were so funny that they'd definitely spend the time watching.

But you'd been dark since the argument with Lando and people were getting worried including Lando. So when you posted a titkok with your team, in the trend that AstonMartin did where the camera is up high above and you all do funny things, the media went crazy.

You then posted a video on instagram talking about the new house and the progress that was coming on.

"Hey guys! Y/N here! Just wanted to show you how the latest project is coming on. We've torn down the living room and put all new flooring in, which actually has built in underfloor heating which i think here in the UK is a real money move. We're going to hook it all up to a central network from the hallway as you walk in, which we finally finished the painting for that last week" you pan showing the round the areas you'd been talking about.

You showed you and one of the girls tearing down the kitchen.

Captioned 'Best Part of the Job, Free Rage Room', which is how you'd always referred to the demolition phase of house flipping. People on twitter of course took it out of context and rumors started flying that you and Lando had in fact called it splits, even one of those WAG update pages 'confirming' the breakup from close sources.

You'd found it laughable really, but you knew it would be hurting Lando, and no matter how much he hurt you ... you weren't a bitter person. You didn't want him hurting as well.

You were sat in your studio at your desk, sketching for the garden. The pen was currently in your mouth, sat back debating whether you should reach out to Lando or wait for him to come to you.

It had been three weeks at this point with no communication. You'd spoken to Lando's family, who had talked with you about everything that had happened. Cisca and Adam had apologized for their sons behavior.

As you were about to pick up your phone, caving in to messaging Lando first when you swore you wouldn't on knock on your wooden studio door sounds.

You frown, wondering who on earth would be coming to you at this time of the night. You weren't even open, office hours were long over. It was about 11pm, so your clients knew you weren't taking calls even though you were still here and working with a light on.

You open the door, bolt and latch on for added protection.

"Lando?" you ask seeing the curly haired boy, hoodie up and his eyes looking more tired than you'd ever seen them.

"You want to open up and let me in baby?" he asks softly, a slight crack to his voice.

"I was just about to call you" you admit, unlatching the door so it swings open fully. He stops just under the arch of the door observing you. It was like he was having a small inward debate with himself.

"Gonna cave coz you miss me?" he jokes, testing the waters. He didn't know how you were now that you'd have some time apart. He was hopeful that he could talk to you again and fix what had happened.

"Honestly yeah. I hate you and how much of a hold you have on me" you admit, leaning back into your chair directing him to the sofa.

"I came here, to say I'm sorry and that I was horrible to you. And I know it's not excuse but I want to explain what happened. In full... I think you deserve more than an explanation... but I think you need one for if we are ever going to go back to what we were" he sighs. He leans forward and takes your hand into his.

He explains how, after the race people told him you'd said you were leaving the race track. So he went to the hotel to find you, only for you not to be there, Max came round and said you were probably getting ready with the girls as P had told him you were all gonna meet them there.

"I didn't think this was too out of the ordinary for you, your especially close with P and Lily, and it wouldn't shock me if Kelly and Kika would drag you all into a girl pre-club party in their hotel room..." he laughs knowing that normally you and P would do each other's makeup when Max and her came to race weekends. Or you and Lily would switch outfit's loving to venture into each other's styles.

When he got to the club and no-one had seen you, and Pierre and Charles had come up to him with celebratory shots, he hadn't declined.

"The shots were the start of what slowly just went downhill, I don't think i ever want to drink that much again, I was so happy at the start" he laughs flushing red and the thought of him knocking back shots, which was rare considering he didn't like to drink. He wouldn't be doing it anytime soon that was for sure.

"You deserved to celebrate though baby, don't make it seem like you shouldn't have had a fun night" you admit, both of you were being open and mature adults right now. You were so glad you'd both spent some time apart to think before you fought more, now you were both talking and listening to each other and you couldn't help but think it was beautiful and intimate.

After the three hour mark he was fed up that you hadn't bothered to show up at such an important night for him. Talking to Charles and Pierre who were also drunk, weren't the best influences on suggesting places you could be. All of them being ones his drunk mind could picture vividly, his sober mind would have known his girl would never dream of doing that to him.

"Charles said some things and I know sober me would have known you wouldn't do that, but i was already angry thinking you'd just ditched me. I shouldn't have drunk as much and I know its no excuse... but" he starts and you nod.

"The main thing is you know how you would have acted. Yes you upset me, yes your hurt me because you said some horrible things to me..."

"Yeah, I've heard the video and It wasn't my intention to embarrass you the way I did, especially in front of our friends. I'm so so sorry!" he admits.

The other group, had tried to convince him that maybe you'd just got held up and thats where Oscar, Lily, Max and P had all messaged you.

"Baby, I'm so so sorry that i wasn't there for you after what happened!" he says tears in his eyes. This would forever be one of his biggest regrets in life, not being there for you when you needed him.

"How did you find out?" you gulp, not really wanting to think about what could have happened that night if it wasn't for the Mclaren Mechanics.

"Well, after having a scolding from Oscar, and Max, and Alex, and Zac... the mechanics also threatened to botch my pit stops. So i listened to what they did for you"

"Mmmm it was scary. All i wanted was you" you nod, rubbing a thumb across his hand.

"I'm so so sorry, I promised you that i'd protect you always. And I've failed!" he says with a little snivel and tears brimming his eyes.

"You've not failed, you just made a mistake, there's been some miscommunication and Charles and Pierre didn't help with their boyish meddling but ... we'll get there" you smile before pulling closer to him and nuzzling into his neck breathing in his sent.

"Do you think you'll ever forgive me?" he asks softly pulling you back so he can fully look at you.

"I already have, darling" you smile.

"What did i ever do to deserve you, I don't think i do" he smiles.

"Hmmmm, well I think the historians will argue one day its me who didn't deserve you" you sigh, brushing some of his hair back.

"I doubt that" he scoffs, knowing that when you first started dating, even with your lack of status people still thought you were too kind, too sweet and too innocent for someone as jokey and brash as Lando was seen to be.

"I've never had anyone treat me the way you do, I'm so so in love with you. And I don't ever want the feelings I have when i think of you and see you to stop. I feel like i can do anything when i have you by my side. Why do you think the first person i seeked out was you?" you offer, softly leaning in and placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

You guys, talked more that night. About how you actually had fun helping the Mclaren boys pack up, regardless if you thought Lando had forgotten about you.

A week later and the media had picked up on the sighting the paps had got of both of you. Some fans had seen you both at a restaurant and make posts on it.

The comments bashed you either way, being between saying how silly you were for taking him back or the others saying they were upset you were back. It got to the point where you had to release a statement saying that you and Lando, are grown adults who can talk through the miscommunication and issues you'd experienced and were better for it now.

"I love you so much, and I'm never ever ever acting up like that again" he says as you help him do up his fire suit for the race you were currently at with him.

"I love you too, now go out and get another win for me baby so we can celebrate properly this time" you smile, kissing him before Jon comes forward asking for Lando's presence in the front of the garage.

A/N: I hope you guys think this did the first part justice as so many people requested a Part 2, so I'm really scared that this hasn't done it justice! If you want a rewrite with something better... something longer where its more of a series. Or where it goes the opposite way and it takes her longer to forgive him let me know. I just thought that Y/N and Lando in this one specifically would be the type to maturely talk about things!

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bunnyreaper · 9 months

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𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝖕𝖙 1 — 𝖕𝖙 2 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 wc - 5.7k warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, eventual romance/smut, medium burn? notes - first part of my owner!soap x pet!reader, woohoo! i already regret writing something centered around texting and calling lmao, crying!! the formatting is killing me!! anyway, also on ao3! and if you wanna send a request, pls do! ♥

Lonely girl looking for owner.

Posting on this subreddit again was probably a mistake—but a deep-down part of you clings to the hope that this time will be the time you find someone, the time you get to go home to him.

At least this time, you'll be better at spotting the signs right off the bat—if only you can take off the rose-tinted glasses long enough to take note.

Your inbox is flooded with the usual kinds of messages—unsolicited pictures, low-effort one-sentence wonders, and so-called doms jumping straight to the part where they call you a nasty whore with no actual consideration for the person you are.

You're just about to give up, delete the post, and ignore all chat requests when a message arrives in your inbox.

From: squeakycleanscot

Subject: Lonely guy looking for girl

Hi,

Saw your post and knew I had to message. You sound like everything I'm looking for and more.

I'm a little younger than the age you put on your post, but I think I fit your other requirements. I'm 27, Scottish (yes, with the accent), and in the army, I hope that's a turn-on rather than a turn-off.

When I'm not deployed, I like cosy nights in, preferably with my love by my side. Don't mind a night at the pub either, especially if there's a Celtic match on, not that anywhere near here shows them.

I'm looking for something longer term like you mentioned (would love to collar my girl one day, which is probably ironic considering I'm a wee bit scared of dogs.)

Happy to send a picture if you'd like :)

Hope to hear from you soon,

Johnny.

You reread the message, turning his words over in your mind.

Something about his message has your attention—it at least suggests he has a brain in his head and a heart capable of empathy, and that maybe he's serious.

You begin typing your reply instantly, your fingers moving so fast you have to type and retype so many parts to rid the message of all of the overexcited mistakes.

hi johnny,

scottish?! is it bad im already imagining how your dirty talk will sound?

it's funny, i always wanted to join the army growing up, but it never worked out. maybe it's for the best as now i'm not immune to enjoying a hot man in uniform... which I'm assuming you are ;)

cosy nights in are my favourite too! I'm a bit of a homebody and love being snuggled up more than anything. i have to let you know in advance that you have some stiff competition in the form of my giant teddy bear, barnaby.

i'm looking for something longer term too, or at least not a one night kind of thing—a collar one day would be the dream <;3

if you send a picture, ill send one back, nothing sexy just yet though, if that's okay?

have you met up with someone off here before? just curious about your experiences!

y/n

As soon as the message is sent, the overthinking kicks in—was that too much? Is he going to think you're weird?

You shuffle in bed, turning over between the sheets and trying to flick through other apps as you wait for a reply—otherwise, you'd just be staring at the notifications bar waiting for that silly little robot face to pop up.

Johnny doesn't leave you waiting long, only a few minutes passing from your last message.

Maybe you'll find out sooner rather than later just how my dirty talk sounds ;)

I tried to sneak in before I was old enough, but they caught on. Served since I was 18 though, you'll have a lot of stories ready from me if you're ever willing to listen. Not sure if the uniform is anything like you're thinking though, in my unit it's mostly just t-shirts, tac vests and trousers.

I'll prepare my best snuggling arms for if we ever meet. You should inform Barnaby now about his replacement, mind.

Can't not send a sexy photo though, sorry lass, all my pictures are. I'm sure you understand, lol

Haven't met anyone, had a few conversations but nothing worth pursuing, and had kind of given up until I saw your post.

His message is the perfect mix of sexy, sweet, and sincere—and if that is the essence of the man, you know he's everything you're looking for.

You try not to think too hard about a hot Scottish accent calling you all your favourite names or telling you exactly what to do, or even those stories he has to tell, as the idea is all too exciting.

Reading his message, you instinctively reach out to pat Barnaby when you see he may end up replaced—hopefully the poor bear will understand when he has to vacate the bed for this sexy soldier man.

looking forward to it. can I start putting in requests now for bedtime stories too?

i still wanna see, maybe in your sexy-not-sexy pic?

barnaby will be devastated by the news, and you may have to give him hugs too (but not for too long, or i'll get lonely!!!)

same here, about things not going anywhere... or people turning out to be a bit scary, so you're not allowed to let me down, okay?

Maybe the last part of the message was too much, but your heart is already soaring with unbridled hope—along with that hope comes doubt too.

Each second waiting for a reply drags, and you take to re-reading his messages and clicking on his profile to investigate.

It's largely empty of posts, but there are tons of comments across different communities—including his aforementioned football team, r/Scotland, and eyebleach.

Clearly, he's a softie at heart.

When his next message comes through, it's an Imgur link with a short message.

Here we go, a few months old though now. Don't have anything more recent from work :)

You take a moment or two to steady yourself before you tap the link. While you definitely feel like you and Johnny have already started to click, if he's not your type then it probably won't go anywhere...

It's a situation you've been in before—great conversation, similar interests but no physical attraction, and back then you didn't have the heart to break it off straight away.

You tap the link and are greeted by a full-body shot of a tall, well-built man in tactical clothes. His hair is a neatly trimmed mohawk, and while his face isn't crystal clear, he's clearly fucking handsome. His biceps bulge from the gray tee stretched over his torso, his large hands are covered with gloves and grasping a gun.

Your eyes trail to his long legs, thick thighs encased in camo and strapped with various holsters. All in all, the picture is perfect. You find yourself zooming in desperately to get a better look at his face, the handsome jaw lined with stubble that you can already imagine between your legs. The whole image and every new detail has you squirming in your bed, and cheekily wishing to save the image to your phone.

holyfwucj

holy fuck

Like what you see?

i need a hug from you urgently.

now i feel shy...

It had crossed your mind ever so slightly that Johnny may be out of your league, or that he simply may not be attracted to someone like you, which would be a complete shame. Now you've set eyes on him, you want him even more—want to kneel at those feet and stare up at his hulking figure while he tugs on a leash around your neck.

Hopefully, just like you, he'll be smitten from the first glance.

Scrolling through your camera roll, you decide you don't exactly love any recent photos of yourself. The ones at your last work event have you looking far too corporate, and the only image from your last night out was taking in a bathroom mirror in the local Wetherspoons—neither of which is ideal.

You crawl out from the warmth of your sheets, kneeling on the end of the bed and posing as you point your camera in the mirror that sits across the room and captures you perfectly. Before you start snapping, you adjust your top to make sure too much isn't on display, even though it's strappy and cropped, and definitely a little bit more on the tantalising side as far as your pyjamas go.

Hopefully, Johnny likes the pose and the outfit... and you. You can see your smiling face just to the side of your phone as you press to capture the picture—and when you return to your inbox to send the picture link, a message is waiting for you.

I already know you're gorgeous. Don't leave me hanging, bonnie.

okay. this is me now, all ready for bed!!

Holy fuck yourself.

And I'm assuming that's Barnaby in the background.

If he notices the pose, he doesn't comment on it, instead delighting your heart by commenting on Barnaby instead.

sure is! he's ready for snuggles and sleep.

Can you do me a favour?

That message makes your heart skip because usually when something like that is asked, it's followed with a request for nudes or something sexual—and while that is a large part of something like this, you crave the connection first, crave someone actually sticking around and getting to know you.

depends on what it is!

Tell Barnaby to keep looking after you until I get there, yeah?

does that mean you're coming for me?

One day, if we're both lucky.

seems promising so far, Johnny.

Get some sleep, yeah? Maybe tomorrow night I'll give you a bell.

The idea of this conversation ending is heart-wrenching, but at least sleep will bring you closer to that possible phone call. Hearing his voice, now that will be even more incredible.

how do you expect me to sleep after telling me that? so mean!

Patience, bonnie. Be good for me?

You clench, your thighs squeezing together as arousal rushes through you. It's like he knows exactly how far to go, what buttons to press, what you're looking for.

It's the right kind of commanding, toeing the line perfectly between flirtatious and in charge. A lot of guys you've talked to have rushed it made commands too early, and sent you running. Johnny's words, be good for me? You can't help but want to behave.

okay, but I see how this is going to be :(

Bet you look so fucking good with a pout ;)

now you're just being a cruel tease, Johnny...

Sorry, I'll stop. Sleep, yeah, for me?

cuddling up to barnaby now.

You decide to attach another picture, your eyes screwed shut and cheeks squished as you wrap yourself around the bear and cuddle up under the sheets.

talk tomorrow?

Of course, bonnie, sweet dreams <;3

You lock your phone, your eyes feeling relieved as they adjust to the darkness.

For a brief moment, you just clutch your phone to your chest and recall the picture Johnny had sent, how much you'd love to be wrapped up in his arms tonight.

He's the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep.

-//-

Your dreams are tumultuous, starting off with a nightmare of being chased and chased until your legs give out, only for you to find salvation and safety in a stranger's arms—one who seemed vaguely familiar.

The first thing you do when you wake is roll over to check your phone, elation overtaking you when you see a notification from Johnny already waiting there—already he's blessing you with a good morning message.

Good morning, sweet girl.

Attached under the picture is another image link, and clicking on it brings up an absolutely gorgeous picture of Johnny, lazing in bed. There's just enough light in the room for you to see the brightness of his eyes that you couldn't see before—his mohawk is mussed, and his smile is easy, drawing you in.

He's even more handsome in this up close photo, you can only imagine what he looks like in person, right before you.

morning Johnny <3 how did you sleep?

Like a baby. Yourself?

not the best, but I swear you were in my dream.

Sorry to hear that, but oh already? What did I do?

I mean, it was a bulky guy with a mohawk but he didn't have your name, I think it was meant to be you though.

You recall the safety you felt in the arms of the strange figure, it was serene, and everything you hope to feel when you find the one—hopefully that's Johnny.

My dreams were shite, you didn't show up.

i'll try harder to be there tonight!!

Promise?

promise.

God, he's so fucking sweet. It's hard to imagine he's into all the things you mentioned in your initial post, at least right now. But you're all too familiar with how appearances can be deceiving—you wonder what else your sweet Scot is into.

You peel back the covers and head out into the kitchen, flicking the kettle on mindlessly as you keep your eyes fixated on the screen—not wanting to be even a minute late to answering Johnny's texts, even though it seems there's a natural lull in the conversation.

You return your focus to making your tea, and your thoughts don't drift from Johnny for even a moment, as you ponder ways to keep the conversation going. Admittedly, you have a million and one questions you want, but you don't want to come across too... eager? clingy? Like some serial killer fiending for information?

It's crazy the way your heart yearns for him so soon—and it's crazy the way that you wish he feels the same as you do. You wonder how his day is going, and if he's staring at your phone waiting for your message.

With tea brewed, you set it on the coffee table and flop onto the plush couch, rushing to open the app when a new notification pops up.

What's your plan for the day?

lazy day, binge-watching... texting you? wbu?

I have to work for a bit, but I'll message you when I can.

On a weekend? That's horrible, but I imagine they run a tight ship over there.

You rush to follow up your message with something else.

will you still be able to call tonight?

Aye, give me your number, I'll save it!

You send off your number and don't hear anything from Johnny for a good few hours. You pass the time watching one of your favourite shows, and trying to resist the urge to go scroll down Johnny's profile once more.

The next time a message pops up, it's well past lunch.

Cute profile pic on whatsapp.

Johnny has clearly added your number to his contacts and spied your picture on the app. You blush thinking of him seeing you in that costume—especially after he knows what you're into.

it was Halloween, I swear!!

You make an adorable little kitten, lass.

imagination running wild now? ;)

Aye, but I'm a gent.

hopefully not always...

Oh, you'll see. Talk to you tonight, kitty.

talk to you then <;3

Now you're just itching, waiting for the hours to crawl by for Johnny's workday to end, so you can talk to him again, so you can finally hear his voice.

What will it sound like saying your name? Whispering sweet nothings in your ears?

The hours pass slowly until a different notification lights up your phone as you cuddle into your sheets.

Hey, it's Johnny! Just got home.

You scramble to click on the pop-up, spying his own profile picture in the corner—tapping on it to view it closer.

It's the Johnny you recognise, smiling wide with his arm slung around another man. He looks so ridiculously happy, probably due to the pint in his other hand. The more you look at him, the more you can't believe you're talking to this man, that he wants to talk to you.

You quickly add him to your contacts, putting a heart next to his name, before you return to the chat and begin to type.

i'm not the only one with a cute pfp!!

Three sheets to the wind in that picture, actually.

i can tell <3

Ready to call?

whenever you're ready!

The image of him floods your screen, the screen pulsing as it waits for you to accept. Your fingers tremble as you press the button, and you fall silent as you press the phone to your ear, nerves gripping at your throat.

"Hi, bonnie." His voice drifts from the phone speaker, sweet like honey and warm like sunshine, with that gorgeous accent too.

"Hi." You squeak out, silently cursing at yourself for being so nervous and seemingly unable to speak.

A melodic laugh follows your words, amused but not cruel or mocking. "Are you nervous?" His voice is soothing, his concern and sweet nature evident.

You cradle your burning cheek, feeling the way your blush spreads across your smiling face. "Just a little, can you blame me?"

He's laughing again, and you hear a shuffling noise that suggests he's getting comfortable. "Don't be, I'll look after yer, I promise."

Fuck. You could get used to hearing that. "I really like your voice." You admit, whispering into the phone with a ridiculous grin on your face.

"I like yours too, you sound so sweet."

You drop your voice lower, giggling mischievously. "Only sometimes."

"That's what I like ta hear." The way Johnny's voice dips as he says that has your insides fluttering, but you can only assume he's returning the favour. His tone returns to its usual charming tone as he asks, "How was your lazy day?"

"Well, I kind of spent a fair bit of it distracted, thinking about this important call I was going to have tonight..."

"Oh aye, I should get off the phone so you can wait then."

"Funny. How was yours? What do you even do day to day, anyway?" You ask, voice brimming with curiosity—there are so many things you want to ask, but you imagine his job can be secretive.

"Lots of training, and sometimes paperwork, which is right shite."

"Not when you don't have someone under the desk keeping you company." You laugh, taking the chance to flirt. If you were into Johnny after reading his messages, actually hearing his voice is only making your attraction soar.

A quiet fuck can be heard, as the man on the end of the phone heaves out a breath. "I'll have ta look into getting you clearance if you keep talking like that, lass."

"Glad to be of service, what can I say?" You find yourself in a giggle fit at your own silliness, a mix of nerves and joy at enjoying yourself so much.

"God, I love yer laugh." The deep sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten.

The drug that is Johnny is already so intoxicating.

"I'm so glad you can't see me blushing."

"I'm no'." He sounds so indignant about that. "But I could listen to that laugh all day, really."

If only he could see you pout too. "Now you're just trying to make me blush more."

He chuckles, his voice dropping dangerously flirtatious again. "Maybe I am, nothing you can do about it."

"Now I'm pouting."

"Better not pout in front of me, lass." His suggestive tone makes you shiver.

"Oh, why's that?" You ask, playing coy.

"'Cause I'll just have to start kissing ya, might even nibble on those soft little lips."

You suppress a delighted squeak, already so flustered at even the idea of a kiss. "I'm not hearing a downside."

"No?"

"Nope."

"Might not be gentle with you, though."

"Good thing that I like it rough." The words are out of you before you can reconsider, but they have exactly the effect you intend as you hear Johnny inhale sharply.

"Ach, you and yer wicked mouth."

"You have no idea..."

He lets out a rough exhale, his voice turning gravelly and deep. "Fuck, bonnie."

"Hey, I'm only repaying the favour, I've been squirming desperately pretty much since I picked up the phone."

He whistles approvingly, his voice now teasing and playfully menacing. "Just you wait til I'm really in ya head."

"You're already making good progress." You admit.

"Oh aye?"

You hum contentedly, eyes flickering shut for a moment. "I'll be imagining your voice as I fall asleep tonight."

"I'll just have ta send yer voice notes to drift off to, so I can end up in your dreams again." You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

"Already spoiling me, too."

Fuck, how is it this man seems to know exactly what to say? Everything that comes out of his mouth takes root in your brain and sends your thoughts running wild—it's like he's already in your head, or as if someone made him in a lab.

"I'll spoil ya every day, if you're ever mine."

You groan in frustration, unbelieving that a stranger can be so seemingly perfect. "How are you even single, Johnny?"

"I could ask you the same. Taking everything in me to not ask for an address right now, if I'm being honest." He huffs a laugh.

While the idea is thrilling, you know you should have at least some sense of preservation, and shouldn't blurt out your postcode for this strange man you barely know. "I'm worth the wait, I swear." You whisper your promise.

"I'm sure yer are. But to answer your question, my work keeps me busy a lot, and this lifestyle isn't for everyone." There's a hint of vulnerability to his voice, and you sense such a fact is a sore point in his personal life.

In the fantasy of all of this, you suppose the reality of the situation isn't something you'd stopped to consider. Life for a man in the military was surely so different from a regular 9-5. "I'm guessing that you're away a lot?"

"Aye, sometimes for just a few days, sometimes for months, all depends." His admission is soft, as if you can hear in his tone that he's waiting for you to bolt.

If that's the big 'catch' when it comes to Johnny, you can breathe a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I guess you need someone strong and loyal to hold on and wait for you."

There's a tense silence, something lingering in the air.

"Hard to come by, I've found."

The thought makes your stomach twist in the worst possible way. Johnny, at least on the surface, seems so worthy of love.

You chance the question that's on the tip of your tongue, hoping Johnny doesn't mind your reckless curiosity. "Have... you been cheated on?"

"More than once, gets less surprising over the years." He finishes with a sad laugh, as you can tell he tries to infuse humour into the whole thing.

"That's... horrible."

Being sent away from your home to face gunfire and warfare, all to keep the people back home safe... only to be betrayed by the people back home who love you, who are supposed to wait for you. It's a gut-wrenching thought, and your heart aches for the man.

"A few of the lads here have a similar story."

"So the army, not for the faint of heart, and dating an army man, not for the faint of heart." You sigh, though you don't feel put off by the thought.

"Exactly. That you then? Faint of heart?"

"No. I mean, inside I'm clingy as hell, and I'd miss you like crazy every day until you got back..." Your emotions overtake you, as you imagine a future where you'd have to kiss the man goodbye for maybe months at a time. "But I get the feeling that what we could have would be worth the wait. Hypothetically of course."

At that, Johnny laughs, and his light tone returns. "Don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves, aye."

You don't want to get ahead of yourself, you know you shouldn't, but the way you and Johnny have clicked is unlike anything you've felt before. "But... I have a good feeling."

"I do too, already dreading putting down the phone."

"I'm not planning on it anytime soon, even if I have to be up early tomorrow."

"So do I, alarms set for 4."

You do not envy his lifestyle one bit.

"That's awful! I'm gonna be so cranky tomorrow, I might have to use my lunch break for a nap." You admit, preemptively yawning into your hand.

"You one of those perpetually sleepy girls?"

You nod, even though he can't see it. "The sleepiest."

"Barnaby is a lucky bear, getting to cuddle up to you so much."

You burst out laughing at the hint of envy in his words. "Are you... jealous?"

"For now, but soon the tables will turn." He faked an evil laugh, that only makes you giggle harder.

"Oh, you think you can give better snuggles than him?"

"Oh, I know I can, bonnie. The bear can't wrap his arms around yer, can't whisper sweet things in your ear..." His voice dips back into that seductive, teasing tone. "... Can't trail his hands down to that pretty little pussy."

Once more, you flush with desire, every nerve alight as Johnny's words wash over you—although it seems like almost everything he says has your body reacting. "You have an interesting way of cuddling, Johnny."

"Didnae say I was actually gonna do anything once my hands got down there."

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed."

"When you're in my arms, you wouldn't have a choice, lass." The dark, dominant voice makes you shiver, makes your submissive instincts awaken.

"Oh yeah?"

He hums slowly. "Once you're mine, you leave the choices to me. Johnny knows best, yeah?"

"Johnny knows best." You whisper breathlessly, the words coming out automatically, like they just feel right.

"Steamin' Jesus, can already tell yer gonna be the death of me."

"Can't have that, your family won't get your death in service payout!" You laugh awkwardly, before a sense of guilt rears its head. "Sorry, grim joke."

"I don't mind. You should hear some of the ones my Lt. comes out with, he's a right sick bastard." He chuckles.

"Never want to make light of it and hurt you, though."

"Telling jokes makes it easier hen, you'll be wishing me dead in no time at all."

You gasp, shocked by the prospect. "I'd never!"

"Not even when I deny you from touching yourself for my entire deployment? Months of nothing at all?" The sick grin is evident in his voice.

"You wouldn't, that's so mean. You're too sweet for that."

"Aye, for now, but don't you like a little bit of meanness, if yer into men like me..." The edge to his voice and the truth to your words has you trembling.

"Maybe..." You singsong in response, not wanting to give away just how much you liked the idea of his mean side.

"Bonnie..." He tuts disapprovingly. "Don't play coy."

You shudder out a breath as you squeeze your thighs together for relief. "I just don't want you to bully me too much right now, I'm already soaked."

"Is that right?" He seems delightfully surprised by such a revelation.

"Mhmm."

"I'm fucking rock hard if it helps, think I have been since last night..." You hear him shuffle, and you try not to imagine what's happening on the other end of the line, or how he looks lying in bed with said hardness.

When he groans hungrily down the line, you feel yourself quake once more. "The sight of you on your fucking knees... Christ alive."

You can't help but giggle at your unintended teasing. "It wasn't on purpose, I thought it was cute more than anything."

"Adorable and naughty, could cum just looking at it." He huffs.

"You're just flattering me, besides, I could say the same about your picture."

Every part of you flushes thinking of the first photo he sent, all muscle and alpha male—it's like he was the physical embodiment of dominance, and just looking at him makes you want to kneel.

"You like the military get up?"

"Love it, more than I probably should."

"Oh aye, bet you'd love for me to order you around?" His words are playful, but underpinned with a hint of promise. "All in due time, eh?"

"All in due time. What's your rank, anyway?"

"Sergeant."

"Wait..." You take a deep breath as you consider your question. "Can I ask for your last name or is it too soon?"

"Mactavish."

Johnny Mactavish—you should remember to give that a quick Google search later.

"Sergeant Mactavish." You test the name on your tongue, trying to imagine him at work, following and giving orders.

"Sounds too good when you say it, bonnie." He laughs.

"Thank you, sergeant." Your affectation of the word is entirely intentional, as you attempt to rile him up with the use of his title.

The throaty groan that leaves him is addictive.

"What else do you like to be called?"

"Depends on what you want to call me really, but I like... sir."

"I like it too, will have to remember that for the future, and just torture you with sergeant in the meantime." You can't help but giggle as you flirt.

"Oh don't worry, am keeping score." He growls playfully. "Wait til I get ma hands on you, bonnie."

"You're keeping score?" You gasp, a heady mix of fear and arousal coursing through you almost urges you to be even more of a teasing brat.

"Aye, spanking arm at the ready."

"My pouting lips are ready."

"Won't be the only thing you use them lips for."

Fuck fuck fuck. Not that you hadn't thought about it already, hadn't already let your mind drift to what his cock might look like—whether it matches the size of the man—now you're definitely thinking about it. Fixated on it, craving it.

Some cards are best kept close to your chest so early on, so you change tack and go a different direction with his flirtation. "Yeah, with you in the room, I'd probably be smiling a whole lot."

The two of you continue to chat, you asking what you can about his work as he asks about yours, and you fill him in on the boring world you live in, which seems especially boring in comparison to taking down cartels and traveling the world.

The conversation never stops being easy, the flirtation and innuendo always right there at the tip of your tongues as you tease each other relentlessly—giving as good as you get. All night, you're practically grinding against your duvet as you get lost in Johnny's dulcet tones, and you find yourself just letting him speak for the sake of getting to hear more of his voice.

As Johnny is about to ask you more about your background, you're overcome with a harsh yawn that you desperately try to stifle. Your eyes have been shut for the last hour at least, but with the command Johnny has over your nervous system right now, it's been easy to stay awake.

"Tired, bonnie?" He asks, voice laced with sweet concern.

"Yeah..." Your voice falls quiet, as the thought of ending the call makes your throat constrict. "But I don't wanna stop talking."

"Me either, but av got bad news."

You know what's coming, and you know it isn't remotely anywhere near the end of the world, despite what your heart is telling you right now. "Go on."

"I have to go." Even he sounds sad about such an outcome.

"It's not even that late?" The clock reads 2 am.

"Gotta get a wee bit of sleep before I hit the gym, and then get off ta work. Don't you have work too?"

"Work from home tomorrow, so it's not too bad. Not fair though, I wanna keep talking." You admit quietly. It's too much too soon, but you're overwhelmed, the tide of your emotions crashing over the edges.

"Tell yer what. Next time we call, we can try leaving it on while we sleep."

Your heart flips, as you almost whimper at how cute the gesture is. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?"

"Obviously." There's that gorgeous laugh again. "Is it working?"

"Just a little, but that might be the lack of sleep talking, I might be going slightly insane."

Johnny sighs, and it's clear he's battling to keep a handle on his self-control. "Rest, bonnie, I won't be able to work knowing you're not sleepin'"

You sigh too, accepting your fate. "Okay, just for you."

"Just want what's best for you, you need your sleep."

Your head spins at how utterly sincere he sounds—the care in his voice after such a short amount of time serves to drive you even deeper into this infatuation. "Already?"

"Can't turn it off, am just protective by nature, bonnie. If you were my girl, you'd have a bedtime."

And that makes your cunt clench and your heart soar. "Johnny..." You whine.

"Yeah?"

You hesitate to say what you want to say next, but everything within you is calling out for him, desperate to be in his arms. "Don't make me wait too long to meet you, please."

His laughter is sweet, conveying a sense of understanding more than anything. "I'll try ma best, supposed to be off on Friday."

"5 whole days."

"Sure you don't wanna wait a bit longer?"

You shake your head, mumbling a sound to convey your feelings. "Feels right, don't know how to describe it... do you feel it too?"

Johnny takes a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks. "I do, lass."

"Good." You couldn't even attempt to fight the idiotic grin on your face, or how warm you feel inside and out. "I'll get some sleep, talk soon."

"Goodnight, bonnie. Sweet dreams."

You wait for Johnny to end the call, not wanting to push the button yourself and have his presence fade away. When your screen dims, you resist the urge to text him more, opting instead to put your phone on charge and roll over to Barnaby—wishing it was Johnny instead.

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Fatal Attraction

i’m actually not sure what to say as an excuse rn but i’m sorry to keep you waiting hope you like this one and please leave comments they really help me🥹

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pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Y/N

genre: no idea at all

summary: you were childhood best friends with Fermin which resulted in meeting Pedri since they got close, you couldn’t deny he was dreamy but he had a bad reputation so you try your best to steer clear of him but can you succeed?

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You left uni after your horrible professor finally decided 4 hours were enough for boring you to death. It was nearing 8 pm when you could finally escape. You wondered how you managed to sit for 8 hours straight in high school when you couldn’t even handle a 2 hour class of historical design now. But then again, Fermin was with you for all those times. He was your best friend practically all your life because your families were friends long before you were born so it was natural. Even when he went away to La Masia you never grew apart and you even came to Barcelona to study just so you could be close again. He was you ride or die, literally and you two were the perfect example of a guy and a girl being strictly platonic besties. You viewed him more as a brother than a friend and so when you moved to a new city he made sure you never felt alone. He always invited you to games and hangouts, introduced you to practically everyone around him and even sent you on a few dates over the course of last year but you always struggled to keep a genuine connection with a guy like that. They always seemed too superficial or wanted to use you to get closer to Fermin now that he was in the starting 11. Most of them just wanted sex and that wouldn’t be a problem for you if they just tried a little but no, they always expected it for buying you a 20 euro meal or a drink at the club and it was exhausting you. You also weren’t looking to get married in three months but sometimes, especially when Fermin and his shiny world wasn’t around, you wished there was someone to turn to. You just wanted affection, can’t a girl get affection these days?

Your inner monologue was cut short by the ringing of your phone.

“Hey” you chirped answering it.

“Y/N hi.” as soon as you heard the voice behind the phone you stopped all your movements, you were expecting your best friend to annoy you but it was actually Pedri.

“Um, hi” you answered not understanding why Pedri would be calling you from Fermin’s phone.

“I’m gonna tell you something but promise you won’t get mad” Just that sentence alone made sure you’d get mad.

“Just out with it Pedro.”

“Soo… Fermin’s drunk.” he finally confessed and your eyes went wide, you even checked the time again to see if you lost track of time.

“It’s only 7.45. How?” you were baffled with Fermin’s choices but still had a question needed answering.

“Yeah so it’s actually a funny story-

“Pedro why did you call me? Did something happen to him?”

The thought made your blood run cold.

“No no don’t worry we’re fine. It’s just, we don’t have a ride back.”

“Back from where?”

“Um, sorry yeah just, what’s the address?” he asked clearly talking to someone next to him and as soon as you heard a high pitched female voice you got the gist of the situation.

They went to some girls’ place and now that their business’ was over needed someone to rescue him before the public sees them.

“Just text me the address.” you huffed annoyed, didn’t even let him answer and hung up.

It’s not like you didn’t know the boys were doing this stuff, they were young famous and rich. Of course they had every right to enjoy their life, it’s just…

It’s just whenever Fermin was in a situation like this, it was always with Pedri and it annoyed you. Pedri as a whole annoyed you yes but the fact that he was with a different girl sometimes more times than he actually plays football was unsettling and unnecessary even.

He reminded you of those people on Too Hot To Handle like come on one week without sex couldn’t be that bad. You went without it for… a really long time. And he wasn’t even that good looking to begin with so you could never understand why those girls were throwing themselves at him. Yes his eyes were shining bright whenever he was in a good mood, his jawline was damn near perfect and his smile was contagious but that’s about it. Pedri was not that great, or so Fermin said.

“Who’s that? Is that the infamous Pedri Gonzalez?” you asked Fermin when your eyes caught his at the party currently being thrown at Balde’s house. Fermin brought you because according to him, you really needed to let loose and get some vitamin d (his words not yours).

As soon as his eyes followed yours he immediately pulled you away shaking his head relentlessly.

“Oh no no no no no. No.”

“What?” you asked after looking at Pedri one more time and noticed he was still watching you.

“No, Y/N. Not him, anyone but him. Well, not anyone. I don’t really feel great about Ferran and Gavi would be a little complicated but even they’re okay but not Pedri.”

You tore your eyes from the gorgeous boy in the other corner of the room and looked at Fermin like he had grown another head.

“I just asked who he is” you defended yourself but Fermin was quick to cut you off.

“It always starts like that, then he’ll come over and charm you into the bed or worse, the restroom and bam! You’re left behind.” the way he described it made you sober up immediately.

“Gross”

“Exactly. So repeat after me. I”

“I”

“Will not”

“Sleep with Pedri”

“Sleep with Pedri” you repeated but was shocked to see Pablo passing by you and say it at the same time as you. Fermin was quick to hit his head and murmured a ‘cabron’ and you chuckled at their fight.

Fermin also lost his serious manner for a second and laughed but pulled himself together soon.

“Look Y/N I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“It’s okay Fermin, it’s not like I wanted to do it anyway. I’ll just steer clear of him.”

You really meant it and tried your best to avoid Pedri at all cost since the first time you’ve met and just kept it pleasant with small hi’s and bye’s but he really had a charming personality and his eyes were like magnets and no matter how hard you tried you’d still find yourself drawn to his eyes whenever you crossed paths.

Fermin saw it too and tried to warn you a few more times but you told him to knock it off because there was no way you’d ever stoop so low, right?

You really did find his behavior with women disgusting, even though he claimed he never indicated anything about a relationship or even a date you obviously knew all those girls were looking for it and were left heartbroken when Pedri shut them off completely after spending the night together. But he was the sweetest talker and it was so easy to fall into his trap, it was so lucky that you didn’t.

You finally arrived at the address Pedri texted you from Fermin’s phone about 20 minutes later and saw them waiting in the lobby of an apartment complex. They both had hoodies with sunglasses, if they were hoping to lay low this was really not it.

Pedri carefully laid Fermin in the backseat and got in the passenger side of your car. You didn’t even answer his hey and turned back to take a look at Fermin.

“Why would you drink this much?”

“Uh, I don’t think he can understand you at the moment” Pedri chimed in.

“And you! Why would you let him do this to himself?” you now pointed a finger at him.

“I wasn’t exactly with him while it happened.” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“Where were you? Oh” you said immediately knowing the answer.

“Did they at least sign NDA’s?” you asked slightly bitter. Although you tried your best to mask it with annoyance for Fermin’s state.

“Yeah yeah, Fernando’s handling it.”

It was the way he was so nonchalant that made your stomach turn. You turned the car on and started driving to Fermin’s place.

“Do you mind me putting on a song?” he asked after an uncomfortable silence and slightly nodded your head. He immediately connected to AUX and put on Bad Bunny.

After a minute Pedri started to silently sing along and you turned your head to his direction.

“You shaved.”

He was shocked you talked to him given the fact that you never did it if you weren’t forced to but quickly turned to look at you and scratched his chin.

“Yeah, it was getting hot.”

You turned your attention back to the road and answered, more to yourself.

“Well I liked it.”

“You did?” he asked with another shocked expression. Pedri sometimes assumed you didn’t even remember his name.

“Yeah well, it looked more mature but given your current state I think the childish look suits you better.” you chuckled and he joined you.

You didn’t even know why you told him you liked his bearded look, I mean you really really did but this was forbidden territory.

“I’m sorry you had to come to get us.” he said after another moment of silence.

“It’s alright. I didn’t have anything else to do and I couldn’t leave Fermin stranded.” you looked back at your best friend sleeping peacefully in the backseat.

“You really care about him.” he also looked back at the blond boy smiling.

“I do. He’s my best friend.”

The ride continued without another word from either of you and you finally pulled up to Fermin’s driveway.

You opened the back door and tried waking Fermin up but Pedri was quicker and got him up putting all his weight on himself and basically carried him in. You opened the door and let them in helping with Fermin’s bag while Pedri carried him upstairs to his room and came back a minute later. You were tidying up Fermin’s living room as he approached you.

“I think he’ll be fine.” he smiled.

“Thank you.” you said without glancing back at him expecting him to go crash in one of the guest rooms but he stayed still, making you realize for the first time in a year you were alone with none other than Pedri. Your body stiffened up and he noticed.

“Are you cold?”

“What?” you turned to him raising a brow.

“You’re shivering.” he motioned his head forward and had a sly smile on his face and your cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment. How could you possibly tell him it was because this was the first time they were alone (if you don’t count passed out Fermin upstairs) You were not cold in the slightest, actually your body was pretty hot.

“Uh yeah it’s chilly.” You tried your best to not look at him without being disrespectful, you didn’t want him to think you were a bitch just that you were his friend’s friend and that’s it.

“Do you need help with anything?” he asked bending down and picking an empty pizza box from the floor.

“No it’s okay, you can just go upstairs and rest.”

“I’m actually just gonna call an uber.”

“Uber?” you asked “You don’t have to do that you can stay here, Fermin wouldn’t mind.” you blabbered on but just as you shut up a voice in your head said maybe that’s not why he’s leaving. It’s still early, he’s not passed out drunk and he probably has many girls lined up waiting for a call.

“Or if you have somewhere to be, it totally cool.” you tried shrugging nonchalantly as if you didn’t care at all but probably failed. This conversation was becoming more and more difficult by the second.

“I have nowhere to be.” Pedri chuckled at your nervousness.

“Then you’re welcome to stay.” you once again turned to him for a second but that turned out to be a mistake on your part because Pedri was intensely watching your every move. Sometimes you wondered how many more people weren’t falling in love with him everyday, he could easily hold a meaningful eye contact every time your eyes met.

“What if we watched something?” he asked. “You love reality tv, right?”

You didn’t know what you were supposed to be more shocked about, the fact that he offered to watch something with you or that he knew your tv watching habits and stood still until you found the courage to speak up.

“Sure, why not?”

That’s how you ended up in this position with him, takeout boxes on the coffee table and sitting closely in the middle of Fermin’s l shaped sofa. Pedri could easily lay on the longer part as he already had his feet on that part but he opted to sit just next to you. Your thighs were centimeters apart and whenever he turned to you to laugh at something a cast member had said you’d feel his hot breath on your face. The setting felt too intimate for two people that were barely considered as friends yet alone one person with a pathetic little crush. You tried to ignore the feeling rising within you and tried your best to focus on the show but it was nearly impossible as Pedri once again made a comment about the sex drive the cast had and held your thigh in the process.

“I mean they have to be faking, this is too much even for me.” he laughed while your eyes were focused on his hand on your leg, you couldn’t even comprehend his comment for a second.

“Oh come on, you couldn’t even last a day there.” you teased having no control of your tongue. The comment was a surprise to both of you.

“You don’t think I can last a week without sex?” he raised an eyebrow smirking at you and you felt the tension in the air shift slightly.

“I don’t think you could last a day.”

“Now you’re being unfair.”

It was your turn to raise a brow being like ‘really?’

“I’m not that bad” he continued to defend himself but you weren’t convinced.

“Come on Pedri, I’ve heard the stories.”

“I’m perfectly capable of not doing anything with any girl for however long I want.” he looked around.

“Just look at us.” he motioned between you two and your eyes immediately turned to his hand still resting on your thigh. He retreated it slowly while awkwardly chucking. Even though you enjoyed the banter, the mention of you two brought back the awkward and painful feeling you had. Maybe he thought you were not hot enough to hit on.

Before you could answer you heard some noises from upstairs and went to check on Fermin. He was now up and in his en-suite crouched on the toilet ready to throw up.

“Y/N” he mumbled quietly and you bent down next to him.

“What did you even drink, my god Fermin you’re unbelievable.” you scolded the boy but this was you trying to be soft. He really shouldn’t put himself in these situations.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked trying to get out of your interrogation but you hesitated to answer.

“I- we were watching tv and had takeout.” you stammered and Fermin looked up at you with confusion.

“Who’s we?”

“Me and Pedri” you bit your lip because you knew what was coming.

“Y/N we’ve talked about this, you need to stay away from him.” Fermin said sounding exhausted both from his state and how many times he had to talk to you about Pedri.

“We’re just friends Fermin, he’s your friend too.” you said trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yeah well I don’t wanna have sex with him.” you shushed him as fast as you could afraid that Pedri would hear it.

“Are you okay now?” you asked as Fermin stood up and washed his face.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Just gonna sleep it off.” he said as you were walking out to give him privacy. Just as you shut the door behind you you were faced with Pedri with a slight smirk on his face.

“Do you wanna have sex with me?”

You were stunned to say the least and couldn’t even muster a word just let out a nervous laugh.

“What?”

“I heard Fermin”

“Look Pedri I don’t know how much you heard but he’s out of his mind and was saying some extremely dumb stuff.” you tried to move past him but he placed a hand gently on your waist to prevent you from running away from this highly embarrassing situation and slowly leaned into your ear to whisper.

“You know Y/N, all you have to do is ask.” you could basically hear the smile he had on as he spoke and hated yourself for not being more calm and being as wet as you are

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ooh not sure about this one really but hope you enjoy loves💖

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thebisexualdogdad · 11 months

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Jason Todd x Male!MMA fighter reader headcanons

*Oliver Stark used as a fancast*

● you're a personal trainer by day and underground mma fighter by night

● meeting Jason at the gym you work at and always checking each other out

● you'll be with one of your clients and smiling at him across the room while he tries to impress you by upping the amount of his weights

● "I noticed you've got a lot of scars, must have a lot of good stories to tell" you say when you finally talk to him for the first time

● "well how about you let me take you out to dinner and tell you some of them"

● while he doesn't exactly lie about how he got his scars he doesn't tell the entire truth about him being a crime fighting vigilante either

● he plays it as he just happens go be at the wrong place at the wrong time a lot

● you guys spend a whole lot of time together at the gym

● competing to see who can lift more

● and run a mile quicker

● sparring until you can't feel your arms anymore

● he's at the gym so much all of your clients know him

● "So how long until I get biceps as big as your boyfriends Y/N?"

● "it takes a lot of dedication to get biceps like these" Jason says flexing proudly

● Jason actually learns a lot of new moves from training with you

● Dick after a fight where they took down twenty bad guys "that was impressive Jason where did you learn that from"

● "Y/N taught me, you should take a few lessons from him maybe you could actually be a good fighter too Grayson"

● "ha ha very funny don't forget who's been doing this longer"

● going on long motorcycle rides with Jason

● you two race throughout Gotham weaving in between cars

● and loser has to pay for dinner

● Jason doesn't do much upkeep of his apartment

● he's got leftovers in his fridge that are so old its created its own ecosystem

● and there's dirty laundry laying all over the floor

● "when was the last time you did a load of laundry?"

● "well considering I haven't worn any underwear in over a week I'm gonna say a while"

● the very first time you went to his place you were surprised by all the books scattered around

● "I didn't take you to be such a bookworm"

● "do I get to keep my bad boy title if I tell you I'm banned from three libraries for not returning books?"

● this leads to a lot of coffee shop dates where you just quietly read next to each other and enjoy one another's company

● Jason goes to all of your fights

● he always gives you a good luck kiss in the locker room, "go out there and kick some ass babe!"

● you win the majority of your matches so there's a lot of celebrating with Jason after at the bar

● but the one time you got the shit beat out of you Jason had to fight the urge to not to murder the guy right there in the ring

● he and your manager carry you back to the locker room and get you cleaned up and Jason is pissed

● "Jay you gotta calm down I've done worse to people in the ring"

● "yeah but those guys aren't my boyfriend"

● your manager "you've got a lot of passion kid you ever think about signing up to fight?"

● "trust me I do enough fighting just not for money"

● your manager "what, are you involved in a gang or something?"

● "something like that"

● Jason thinks you still don't know about his secret identity but you figured it out a long time ago

● you don't say anything because you want him to feel comfortable telling you himself

● whenever that may be

#dc imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x male reader #x male reader #headcanons

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jessjad · 7 months

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A very happy Halloween

Summary: Y/N friend takes her to a Halloweenparty. Not what she wanted to do this evening. And on top of it, she puts Y/N in a costume that's totally out of her comfort zone. But she would've never guessed how this night would end.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Warnings: Annoyance, some body insecuritys, typical Ben (yes, he get's his own warning), Smut: 18+ only!

Word count: 2247

A/N: I had this idea in mind because we all love this grumpy 'ol gramps very much. And I've read so many great storys in the last time. Especially @zepskies awesome little excursion into this world got me inspired. So, do yourself a favor and go check it out here. And since october is almost over and I looove october, the setting was really fitting to me. Like a little halloween treat for you guys. 😊 Let me know what you think.

Y/N had enough. This whole evening was not going as she had planed. Normally by now she would be laying on her couch with a cozy blanket, drinking a warm cider and watching some halloween classics on Netflix. A spooky evening at home, by herself. That's what she had invisioned and now her best friend Caroline had brought her to this lame party for "fun". But it was not fun, it was dragging.

The house was big and fancy. It looked like one of those somenone rich would inherit just for status purposes, but actually noone really stayed there. A lot of empty bedrooms and nothing more. Y/N wasn't quite sure how her friend even got invited to this, but here they were. And not just them, many other people too. Some of them seemd familiar, but Y/N couldn't quiet put her finger on it. Caroline had excused herself ten minutes after they arrived and was now sitting by the improvised bar with a guy in a sausage costume, making out.

Maybe Y/N should just leave. The music was horrible and she hated her own costume. Sitting on the couch alone for what felt like an eternity, it seemed like everyone was staring at her. She downed her drink and started to feel her anxiety fade a little, but Y/N still felt very out there and cought people looking. Coming to this party was basically a last minute thing, so there were not a lot of choices what she could've be wearing. And with Car leading this operation she had almost no say in this. Eventhough she tried, hard.

"I can't wear this, Car." Y/N protested after her first look at the costume her friend had brought with.

"Of course you can! It's THE best costume for you."

The brownhaired woman took it into her own hands and held it infront of Y/N.

"C'mon, Y/N. You love black!"

"But this..." Y/N gestured wildly to the piece of fabric infront of her. "... is a jumpsuit! I don't have the body to be wearing something like this."

"Of course you can! Your curves are just right for this. C'mon, try it on." Caroline hushed her into the bedroom.

"No, no, no, no. YOU have the right curves, Car. You look beautiful in almost everything you wear." And it was true. Y/N loved her friend and she was beautiful. Her Queen Maeve costume looked just right. "I have just a little to much from everything."

"No, you don't. Sometimes I wish I had a little more of you..." and Y/N saw in her friends eyes that she really meant it. "Now, stop trying to talk your way out of it. Get dressed."

The jumpsuit fitted but Y/N still didn't feel comfortable. "I'll have to peel myself completly out of it if I wanna use the bathroom."

"That's not a bad thing, if you don't have to do it yourself." Caroline giggled.

"That's not funny." but Y/N still had to smile. "I don't fell comfortable in this. Can I not just stay at home?"

"We're gonna have fun, Y/N. Why are you fighting this so much?" Car asked. "Is it because of Roy?"

"Caroline..." Y/n didn't wanna talk about her ex, but her friend knew what was actually wrong.

"Why do you still think about what that asshat had to say? He was wrong and did not deserve you. And now..." Caroline squeezed her arms and smiled. "...we will have a really fun night. Let's go."

But this wasn't fun at all. In the corner of her eye she saw a man approaching her. It wasn't the first time this evening, but she really didn't wanna have another weird encounter. Y/N stood up and was about to leave as the guy in the crappy Homelander costume caught up to her.

"Hey, hey... don't leave."

"I need to find my friend, so..." Y/N turned around, but the man grabbed her arm.

"C'mon, don't be like that. It seems like you need someone who can carry some weight and as you see... I'm Homelander. So, why not..."

"No." Y/N cut him off and freed her arm. This was really the worst she heard tonight.

"We're gonna have a really good time..." he made attempts to grab her arm again but didn't get far with it.

"I think she said no." a dark voice came from behind her.

Sighing internally Y/N turned around to face the other man the same way, but as soon as she laid eyes on him, her mind went blank. Tall, broad shoulders and a devilish grin on his handsome face.

"Are... are you really Soldier Boy?" Y/N full attention now on him.

"Ah, man! C'mon, I was making my move here." complained the poor man's Homelander behind them, but the Supe was quick to answer.

"Put your beardsplitter away and fuck off before I forget myself." The look he gave the other man left no room for a protest and seconds later they were alone.

"But to answer your question: Yes, I am." with a charming smile he gave Y/N his full attention now." But for you, it's Ben."

"Oh, wow. I mean... what are you doing here?"

"Looking for some fun... So, you wanna have a drink with me?" Ben was already heading to the bar, so very sure of himself that her hesitance irritated him a little.

"Wait, wait! Just... just to be clear." Y/N gleamed at him and he smiled. "You're really THE Supe?"

Ben saw the hopeful glance in her eyes and he puffed his chest out a little more. "The one and only, yeah."

"That means... you're just like all the others?"

Ben saw the shift in her eyes and it got him a little confused. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, I just know all to well how your kind is. Ruthless, brutal, not caring about us 'normal' people?" Y/N's tone got a little sharper and the awe in her eyes got replaced by a hard look.

"Hang on a minute..." Ben's brows furrowed, but the woman in front of him wasn't done.

"And now all of you don't even care anymore and kill in the middle of the street at broad daylight!"

"I didn't kill anyone!" Ben boomed over her outburst.

Y/N ignored it and kept talking. "You are all so self-assured, you feel like gods and think you are invulnerable. But I'm not falling for that! SO, why would I drink something with you? You didn't even care to ask for my name!"

"Y/N!"

Carolines voice called out for her and before she could respond, her friend was at her side, Mr. Sausage right behind her. Y/N wasn't sure if she was happy or sad about it.

"I was looking for you everywhere!"

"I didn't move in the last hour..." Y/N answered, but Caroline didn't seem to hear it. Ben on the other hand did.

"But I see you already have company. That's good. MIke and I thought it would be fun to have some shots together. C'mon! And your handsome stranger can join us if he wants."

"No, he does not..." Y/N stared hateful at the tall man, but he just grinned and flexed his hands infront of her.

"I would love to join. Or else I need to find somethings else to do."

There was no need for him to explain what that might be. The unspoken threat in his eyes was all it took for Y/N to swallow hard and keep her mouth shut. And within seconds Ben knew he had won.

"Well, that's something we definitely cannot let happen. Right, Y/N?" Car winked at her friend and gave Mr. Sausage a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Let's go." chimed Ben in and laid his arm around Y/N shoulders, but the grip his hand had on her upper arm was just hard enough for her to know that there was no escaping this.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N whispered to Ben.

"Because it's fun, doll." And one look at his face showed Y/N just how much fun he had.

A moment later all four of them were standing at the bar, Ben's arm still securly around Y/N's shoulders. She should've been threatened by it, but in a weird way Y/N felt safe for the first time this evening. Maybe he influenced her mind in some way. After all nobody could really tell what all his powers contained.

"Okay...." Caroline announced and handed out for small glasses. "...now we let this party really getting started.

Four beers and many many shots later Y/N felt herself pressed against the door from the inside of an actually closed bedroom upstairs. Ben was keeping her level with his body whilst his hand roamed her curves and he sucked at the skin on her neck.

She had no idea how or when it happend, but at some point they started to have a really good time. The supe told entertaining storys and made all of them laugh. The alcohol did probably the rest and now here they were. Pressing against eachother and moaning into the other's ear.

"I can't believe this is really happennig." she panthed as she closed her legs around his waist.

"You should believe it, doll. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

His rough voice dripped with pleasure and Y/N's body started to shiver. Oh, she had no doubt about that. With her hands carding through his hair she tried to pull him impossibly closer. But when she heard fabric ripping, Y/N started to protest.

"No, Ben! Don't rip it! I need to wear it again in the morning."

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll peel you out of it, bit by bit."

And that he did. It took a little time but eventually he had her infront of him, just in her underwear. Ben let go of her and walked back until his legs hit the mattress. He sat himself down and checked her out, from head to toe. That's when Y/N's mind cleared a little and she started to get nervous. In the jumpsuit her body was fitted snuckly but now, without the support of the fabric, she was reminded of her imperfect body and looked to the floor.

A zipper being opened pulled her eyes back to the man who was sitting on the bed. His stare was lustblown and he had freed his dick to pleasure himself as he watched her. With this sight her core started to clench around nothing.

"C'mere" Ben rasped and Y/N smiled at him.

"Only if it's fair." With a now leisure smile she pointed at herself and than at him.

Ben didn't respond. He only got up and within seconds his suit was laying on the floor. Y/N mouth gaped a little after he was standing before her in his naked glory. Hard muscles, a toned body and a cock that made her mouth water. Y/N knew it was wrong, so wrong, but in this moment she did not care. Ben was palming himself again as he beckoned her over to him and now she followed his order.

With a fast move Y/N found herself on the bed and Ben didn't waist any time to hover over her. His mouth searched hers again with a searing kiss that was raw, intense and just tongue and teeth. They both found their rhythm very fast and Ben explored every inch of Y/N's body. Her head started to swim with all these new sensations and when the supe found her mouth again, she could feel his dick pressing to her core.

"Hurry up!" she moaned and closed her legs around his waist again.

"So eager." Ben chuckled and dragged his cock through her wet folds. "All you women just learned how do open a bottle by yourself and now you're thinking you can order us men around."

"I'm just gonna ignore what you just said."

And with these last words thrusted Ben forward and buried himself in her soft heat. A deep moan escaped Y/N and she felt the slight burn. It was a tight fit and Ben gave her a moment to relax. His hand found her clit and he began to rub slow circles. They kissed again and when Y/N's first orgasm hit, she couldn't keep quiet. Ben observed her and he liked the way she came undone.

When Y/N slowly came down from her high Ben started to move. Slowly at first, but he picked up his speed shortly after. Her hands found his asscheeks and she knead them. She felt so incredibly full and her moans became louder again. The pressure inside of Y/N came back and Ben could sense it. He pushed his hands underneath her hips and lifted her a little.

"Oh god... you're so deep!" she gasped and her arms found their way around his neck.

In this new position it didn't take long for both to climp over the edge. Y/N fell first, even harder and more intense than before. Ben followed just a few seconds later and helt himself still balls deep insight her and spilled his seed to every last drop. The bliss that followed afterwards made her sigh in content. Y/N felt exhausted in a good way. Ben let himself fall beside her.

"I told you I'd make you feel good." he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... whatever." Y/N answered. "With all the alcohol we drank I probably won't remember anything in the morning."

A/N: Aaand, done. 🤭 What do we think? I actually feel this has potential for a miniseries. With some glimpses into Ben's mind, maybe? I mean, they could be an explosive mixture. 🤔

You can check it out here.

@lyarr24

#soldier boy #the boys amazon #fanfiction #jensen ackles #halloween

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freakspectors · 1 year

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OH BOY NEW IDV TEXT BLOG!! Might I request either Wu Chang or Antonio with a selectively mute reader?? (PLATONIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I DO NOT WISH TO DATE THE IDENTITY V)

𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝐻𝒸𝓈 .

A (Separate) Platonic Wu Chang/Violinist x Gender Neutral Reader .

warnings ; none ! only fluff .

authors note ; oh gee , I wonder who this is .. /j anyways this was so cute to receive and I'm really sad I didn't have the time to do it immediately because of SCHOOL .. but here i am !! also this is my first time writing for either of them please don't jump me ;; .... okay okay enough of me read the hcs

𝒲𝓊 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔 | 𝒳𝒾�� 𝐵𝒾'𝒶𝓃 + 𝐹𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝓊𝒿𝒾𝓊 .

✦ The most understanding people ever you don't get it at all.

✦ I like to think that both of them are the type of people to be fine with not talking when they're with someone they're close to.

✦ You could be doing a completely different thing from what either one of them is doing in complete silence. But it's bonding time. You two are being buddies and bonding together. If you get what I'm saying.

✦ They're both really attentive. They can tell when you're uncomfortable and have gone mute because of that.

✦ They both have different styles when comforting you. Xie Bi'an is more calm and reserved, and Fan Wujiu is very .. concerned and daunted. All in all they both want to make sure you're okay.

✦ Xie Bi'an is so sweet oh em gaurd.

✦ He would do anything you ask, getting anything you need, giving you space if you wish for it, everything under the sun. It's almost motherly the way he makes sure you're okay.

✦ Once you start talking again, he makes sure you're okay once more. The last thing he wants is for you to get upset and go mute again. god I love him so much ;;

✦ Wujiu on the other hand .. He means well trust him ;;

✦ He's far more clingy than Bi'an. He'll be with you until you're verbal and comfortable again.

✦ He's the same as Bi'an when it comes to getting you things though. He'll get it with urgency too.

✦ Like if you blink twice he'll be gone and back. It's a little scary.

✦ The type of friend to make harsh jokes but get really upset if someone does the same.

✦ He'll like. Spectate you in silence. Unsettling but gives a sense of comfort. for some reason.

✦ In all seriousness, the both of them truly care about you. They just express it in very .. very different ways.

𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 | 𝒜𝓃𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 .

✦ Okay. first of all I feel like 'Toni would be such a fun friend to have.

✦ Not only that, he'd be such a caring one aaaaghhh ;;;

✦ A simple gesture towards him about how you're uncomfortable in a situation he'll make an excuse to leave with you.

✦ It takes a little asking questions and head nods for him to realize you're non-verbal, but when he gets to that conclusion he's great comforter.

✦ He'll play songs for you, tell stories about his (sour) losses at the casino, etc. He's amazing.

✦ If you want space, he'll give you space. Just call for him if youre verbal again and need something.

✦ Or hit him in the head with a paper airplane. Either way he'll answer.

✦ He'll stare at you dumbfounded if you throw an airplane at him though.

✦ A game or two of charades will have been played before he understands it's a note.

✦ He's an idiot. Just a little. But it's funny so it's okay

✦ But on a serious note, he really doesn't like seeing you upset.

✦ You're one of the closest friends he's had in a while - you're the only person he's had some sort of relationship with in ages, actually.

✦ Because of this , he tries to maintain your happiness and you two's friendship the best he can.

✦ All in all, Antonio is a great friend. Keep him.

@ orpherizz 2023 . do not share or repost .

#⁺˚⋆✩₊ orpherizz works .#identity v #idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #antonio paganini #wu chang #wu chang x reader #antonio paganini x reader #idv fluff #identity v fluff

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nightttdreamers · 3 months

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Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

AAA chapter two is heeeere its mostly silly fun before we actually start the fake dating part hehe pls enjoy (and check it out on ao3 for better formatting pls)

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 2/?

Craig and Kenny strike a deal.

Craig has never been a morning person, but recently, it feels like every force in the world is trying to keep him in bed.

There’s the brief, near blissful moment when he’s just woken up. He can barely hear his alarm, the sleep not quite shaken off yet, unaware of what the day brings. Then, inevitably, his first thought washes over him; Tweek dumped you.

Just knowing that this is going to weigh on him all day is exhausting to think about. He doesn’t waste time wondering what he did wrong or how to best avoid the other anymore. The exhaustion comes from knowing that Tweek’s absence is just something he has to deal with now, every damn day.

Before, the habit of trying to beat his boyfriend to the first ‘good morning’ text motivated him to get up. But lately, he always spends a few minutes letting his alarm ring out, trying to delay his day for as long as possible. But, then his phone begins to buzz to life, and he knows he can’t ignore the real world any more.

On this particular morning, the urge to pull the covers over his head is particularly strong. Not only did he work late last night, but the fact that he looked like an idiot in front of Kenny is also hanging over his head. Craig groans, recalling their bizarre interaction.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” He had asked.

Kenny looked bewildered, a mixture of surprise and concern on his face. But, before Craig could even go back on his question, Kenny replied, “Like, for money?”

Unable to bear the look on the other’s face, Craig turned away, pulling out a pack of Kenny’s usual cigarettes. “No, that would be stupid,” he stammered out. “I’m being stupid, fuck. Here, I can-” He took the magazine that Kenny had been holding and scanned it along with the Camels. Finally, he looked back up at the blonde. “Anything else?”

Kenny’s brows knit together as he looked at Craig. His lips were pursed together, shifting around his face like he was trying to talk without opening his mouth. “No,” he said after some pause, drawing out the word. “That’s it.” Kenny slid a few bills across the counter, not looking away from Craig as he took his items.

Craig thought that if tried to speak again, he would say something even worse than what he already had, so he simply nodded.

Kenny headed towards the door, shooting Craig an awkward glance back just before he left. “Take care of yourself, man.”

Craig rolled over onto his stomach, pressing his face deep into the pillow in an effort to stop his brain from playing the memory over and over again. When that didn’t work, he turned his head to the side, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and finally turning off his alarm.

He squints as the screen lights up, serving as the only light source in his room. There are two notifications from Clyde, one sent around 2AM linking a YouTube video called “BAD DAY Better Watch This 😂 1 Hour Best Funny & Fails” and another sent 20 minutes ago, asking “Tolkien had to make up a test please pLEASE can u drive me today PLEASE?????”

Craig gives the message a thumbs down and ignores the typing bubble that immediately appears (he’ll end up driving Clyde, of course, he just wants to fuck with him first). His next notification is a Snapchat message from “kmck69,” a username he doesn’t recognize until he opens the message.

kmck69: were u being serious b4

kmck69: it is a rlly stupid idea

kmck69: but also im down if ur down

Craig reads the messages, then reads them again just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. As an added measure, he checks the user’s last story and, sure enough, it’s a selfie of Kenny holding a beer, Cartman lurking in the background, with the caption “5 screenshots and i piss in cartmans drink.”

Once Kenny had left last night, Craig had spent the last hour of his shift overthinking every detail of their interaction. He didn’t even know where his bizarre idea had come from, it had just slipped from his mouth before it was fully-formed. Hearing that Tweek was out hanging around with some goth kid infuriated him beyond words or logic. The only coherent thought Craig could form about it was that something had to change. He didn’t want to keep rotting in his bed, head swimming with thoughts about his ex. He just wanted to do something.

Asking Kenny to pretend to be his boyfriend was just the first idea that came to mind.

He hadn’t expected the other to even justify him with a response beyond their uncomfortable conversation. But, apparently, Kenny was mulling it over until nearly 4 in the morning when he texted, which is far more thought than Craig put into it.

It’s a stupid idea. He knows it is, they both know it is. But, it’s something.

spacemancraig: Yeah I’m down

He stares at his screen for a moment, quickly feeling the prickle of anxiety in his chest. It’s useless to sit and wait for a response, so he puts his phone down and pulls himself out of bed. The second he actually rises from his mattress, his phone buzzes to life, and Craig almost drops the device in how quickly he grabs it.

(Clyde) Literally I’m already ready I won’t hold you up I’ll even buy you starbucks or whatever gay shit you like

(Clyde) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

(Clyde) I’m sorry for calling you gay and starbucks gay bro PLEASE don’t make me walk

He sighs, typing out a quick response before he puts the phone down for real.

(Craig) Fine

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Kenny stumbles into Chemistry three minutes after the bell, handing their teacher a crumbled-up excuse note before shuffling to his seat. It’s not uncommon for him to be late, and normally Craig would pay it no mind. However, normally he’s not anxiously waiting for a Snapchat from the other.

Craig can’t take his eyes off him, his notes trailing off as he drowns out the voice of their teacher. He’s not sure whether Kenny’s changed his mind and is brushing him off, or genuinely just oblivious of the holes Craig is staring into the back of his head. The blonde just rummages through his bag and pulls out a few sheets of paper, not even sparing Craig a glance back.

Somehow, in every class he finds himself staring at the back of a blonde’s head. He wonders if he might be the problem.

At first, Kenny just chews on his eraser and passes notes to Kyle sitting beside him. But, after a few minutes of this, he turns and locks eyes with Craig. Before Craig can even try to communicate something quietly across the row separating them, Kenny turns away again, and Craig wants to throw his textbook at the other’s head. Before he can, though, he feels his phone buzz to life in his pocket.

kmck69: we have 2 talk abt it obv

kmck69: do u have work 2nite

Craig rolls his eyes as he reads the messages, unsure as to why Kenny needs to use the least amount of characters possible when he texts.

spacemancraig: No

kmck69: cool well i do

kmck69: im at the bijou from 4 to 12

kmck69: if u want free popcorn tho u can come after 10

kmck69: thats when concession closes so its kinda old but tbh still good

spacemancraig: Yeah I think I’ll pass on the stale popcorn

spacemancraig: But I’ll come by

kmck69: ur loss

kmck69: word tho

kmck69: also cute username lmao

Craig’s face scrunches up as he reads the text, glancing up to look at Kenny. The blonde looks back at him, flashing a smile, and Craig just flips him off in response.

kmck69: ooh rawr ur so scary and mean

kmck69: can u leave me alone im trying 2 learn >:(

He wants to retort that Kenny was the one who started it, but typing that feels incredibly childish. Instead, Craig rolls his eyes and tucks his phone away, looking back up at the lesson.

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There are a lot of points today when Craig’s wondered when his life took a wrong turn. Losing sleep over a conversation with someone he has never really given a shit about, feeling like shit the entire morning waiting on a message from the aforementioned someone, and now, he’s at South Park’s lamest and only movie theater at 10PM on a Thursday.

Maybe it wasn’t just a wrong turn, maybe it’s an eighteen-year downward spiral and he’s just getting closer to rock bottom.

The Bijou is, of course, dead. Craig only goes when they randomly decide to screen something from the Criterion Collection. He and his friends used to hang around the place more often, but then Tolkien got a home theater and every movie started being available to stream, and they didn’t have to secretly spike their slushies in the Black household. Now, the only people that frequent The Bijou are the elderly and his 15 year old sister, for some reason.

He decided to wait until 10PM to go. Not because Kenny made the stale popcorn sound appetizing, but he figured the later he went, the less likely he was to run into someone he knew. He parks his car a few blocks down the street and walks to the theater, hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. The marquee has been defaced, as per usual, and just reads “PENIS” followed by the scrambled extra letters from whatever movie title it once said. How original.

The ticket booth is empty, and when he steps inside, the theater is just as deserted as he expected it to be. Craig isn’t exactly sure of his next move as he lingers by the entrance, looking around. Just walking into the theater without a ticket to look for Kenny feels wrong, but so does just standing around awkwardly. Before he can choose, though, someone speaks behind him.

“I’m sorry, sir. We’re not selling any more tickets to our last screening- Oh, Craig?” Chirps a voice from the concession stand. Craig turns, coming face-to-face with Butters. The other boy smiles at him, far too brightly considering the two of them are not friends. The most they’ve interacted in all of high school is the rare occasion that Craig visits the Bijou, in which he affords Butters a small head nod as a greeting if they meet eyes.

“Hey, Butters,” Craig says. “Is Kenny around?”

Almost comically, Butters cocks his head to the side. “Kenny? I didn’t know you two were friends!”

An abrupt silence comes between them, and Craig just waits for Butters to tell him where his coworker is. However, the blue-eyed boy just looks at him with a quizzical expression on his face, and Craig realizes he’s waiting for a confirmation.

“Uh, sure,” Craig mumbles after a moment. “Friends. Friendly, I guess. So, where is he?”

Butters beams at his answer, starting to wipe the countertop he’s standing behind down as he responds. “That’s so nice. He needs friends who won’t get him into trouble, you know? And he was just talking about you the other day.”

“He was?” Craig asks, but before Butters can elaborate, the two are interrupted.

“Craig!” Shouts Kenny from across the theater. Clad in a button-down, black skinny jeans, a red vest and matching bow-tie, he looks starkly different than he did this morning. The almost formal outfit doesn’t look quite right on him, and Craig realizes he’s never seen Kenny in something that wasn’t two sizes too large. When the blonde arrives at the concession stand, he’s grinning, looking at Craig so excitedly that the dark-haired boy has to turn his face away.

“It’s me, don’t cream your jeans,” Craig says, earning a little snicker from Butters.

“I’ll sure as hell try,” Kenny replies, not sounding nearly as sarcastic as Craig. “I was starting to think you were bailing. It’s late, man.” As he speaks, he lifts himself onto the concession counter and sits, dangling his legs.

Butters frowns, putting his hands on his hips (Craig didn’t know that people did that in real life, but it suits Butters’ cartoonish mannerisms). “Aw, Kenny. I was just wiping that down.”

Kenny rolls his eyes, swinging his legs around to the other side of the counter and hopping off. “Happy?” He asks his coworker, who lets out a little puff of air in response and returns to his cleaning. Kenny shoots Craig a funny look, and Craig feels like he’s missing something. “As you can see, Butters and I take a lot of pride in this establishment.”

“That sounds awfully insincere, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, mostly to himself. “I do take pride in this establishment.”

It’s pretty weird to watch Kenny and Butters interact like this. They’re both oddballs in their social circles, especially Butters, and he can’t help but feel a bit out-of-place talking to them, especially outside of school. Craig absent-mindedly slides his phone from his pocket, checking the screen, just out of habit.

“Got somewhere to be?” Kenny asks, and when Craig looks up, the other is staring right at him, of course. He’s holding one of the soft drink cups, filled to the brim with popcorn.

Craig tucks his phone away. “You were serious about the stale popcorn?”

“It’s just gonna get thrown out,” Kenny says, popping a few kernels in his mouth. “Did you want some?”

Craig narrows his eyes in suspicion, responding with an unsure hum. One time, in the 5th grade, he saw Kenny pick up an earthworm from the sidewalk and swallow it whole. He did it, of course, for five bucks from Clyde, but Craig still doesn’t trust his taste.

Kenny rolls his eyes, opening up the machine to fill another cup. “Don’t be a princess. It’s still good. Right, Butters?” Kenny asks as he slides past his coworker, crossing to Craig’s side of the counter.

“Oh, I don’t like to eat the popcorn much,” Butters replies, attending to the machine once Kenny’s done with it. “I gotta smell it all day, then clean the machine, scrape all the burnt pieces. I used to think movie theater popcorn was one of the yummiest smells, but now it doesn’t really get my tummy rumbling.”

Talking to Butters is weird, Craig thinks. He’s not sure if he’s ever heard anyone else use the phrase ‘tummy rumbling’ in his life. He glances at Kenny, who seems entirely unphased by the other’s weird expressions.

“Yeah, okay,” Kenny says with a small shrug. He hands one of the popcorn cups to Craig, who takes it reluctantly. “I don’t know why I asked him.”

“Not that this isn’t thrilling,” Craig says, turning fully to Kenny. Butters is pretty engaged with his cleaning, but Craig doesn’t need him hearing any part of this conversation, so he speaks low. “Can we talk now?”

Kenny lets out an amused puff of air. “Butters, I’m gonna go do theater checks” he says, not taking his eyes away from Craig. “Craig’s coming with me.”

“You better not just be sneakin’ him into the movie for free, Kenny,” Butters grumbles, but his coworker is already walking away, waving a hand dismissively. Craig spares Butters an awkward glance before following behind Kenny.

“You do that often?” Craig asks.

“What? Sneak people in?” Kenny replies. He shoots a look back at Butters, making sure he isn’t listening before he continues. “Not all the time. I’m not really into losing this job.”

Right, Craig thinks, Kenny actually needs this job. The thought makes him a bit uncomfortable, that Kenny has to put in the hours at a shitty movie theater to pay for things he actually needs. Meanwhile, Craig works so he can get out of the house and have some spending money.

Kenny glances behind them, then slides a vape out of his pocket and hits it. He turns his head to the side, courteous enough not to blow smoke right at Craig, though not enough to pick a less obnoxious flavor.

“Sorry,” Kenny says, noticing how Craig wrinkles his nose at the scent. “Butters doesn’t like it either, probably because it’d get us in trouble.”

“So you don’t care enough about this job to not vape?” Craig asks.

This time, Kenny blows the cloud right in his face. “Be nice to me, Tucker. I let your sister sneak in here all the time.”

Craig pauses, taking a second to process what Kenny just said. “You what?”

Kenny stops too, poking his head into the closest screening room as he speaks. “Yeah, she comes by a lot. Here, this one’s empty,” he steps into the theater, holding the door open so Craig can follow. It’s a bit odd-looking inside. It’s not often he sees empty theaters with the lights on, especially not clean ones. Kenny takes a seat in a nearby row, throwing his legs over the chairs as he munches on his popcorn. “Don’t worry, no one’s gonna hear us. I cleaned this one an hour ago, and I’ve only had to kick out people who stayed after a movie like, three times, so we’re good.”

Craig takes a seat a few spots away from Kenny, giving the other room to sprawl out. “Why did they stay?”

“Sometimes they just fall asleep. One time there was a couple fucking, though. That was pretty sweet. In that row over there,” Kenny points behind him, a smirk on his face.

Craig blinks and wonders what ever happened to the Kenny he went to elementary school with, the one who rarely spoke except for the occasional dirty joke. Focus, Craig.

“Uh, so about last night,” Craig begins, straightening up a bit in his seat. Kenny mirrors him, showing that he’s listening. “I was just talking without thinking. It is a really fucking dumb idea.”

“But you showed up to talk about it,” Kenny notes.

Craig sighs. “Yeah, I did. Because I’m really fucking dumb. And I’m sick of the sympathy from my dumb friends. And you said you’d be down.” Kenny just looks at him, and Craig finds himself talking just to avoid the awkward silence. “If you’re not anymore though, that’s fine. There’s no pressure or anything.”

“I’m still down,” Kenny says with a small nod. “As long as I’m paid for my time. God, I sound like a hooker.”

“You’re not a hooker,” Craig adds a bit too quickly. “We don’t need to actually do anything, I don’t think.”

“So what do I have to do?”

Craig doesn’t answer for a moment. Apparently, this tells Kenny all he needs to know.

“Oh, so you really didn’t think this through, huh?” Kenny makes an odd clicking sound with his tongue, shaking his head. Craig thinks he’s trying to be funny, but it’s not helping how embarrassing the conversation feels. “Okay, Craig. If you want Tweak to take you back, what do you think would really get him all pissed off and hot and jealous?”

“Hang on-” Craig sits up a bit, raising a hand as Kenny speaks. “I’m not trying to get him back.”

“You’re not?”

Craig opened his mouth, but words couldn’t quite seem to come out. Was he trying to get Tweek back? There were plenty of couples in South Park that broke up only to come back together. In fact, he’d stop getting hopeful when Bebe and Clyde would split, as it was inevitable they’d be sucking face again within a week. But, he’d never thought about that possibility for him and Tweek. They didn’t break up because of a fight or mistake or something stupid. Honestly, Craig still couldn’t quite pin why they had broken up. All he knew is that Tweek didn’t want to be with him anymore. The thought of trying to get his ex to change his mind and take him back hadn’t even occurred to him, and right now, it just sounded pathetic.

“Jeez, I didn’t know that would be such a tough question,” Kenny muses, bringing Craig out of his thoughts. “It’s fine if you want him back, man. I don’t judge.”

“I don’t” Craig says, maybe a bit too assertively as it makes Kenny lean a bit further away from him. “He doesn’t want to be together, whatever. I’m not gonna try to trick him into getting back with me. I just want people to know I’m cool about it.”

Kenny makes a little high-pitched hum, his face scrunching up. He takes another hit of his vape, looking thoughtful as he does so (as thoughtful as someone hitting a neon green cylinder can). “Okay,” he says, blowing out smoke. “We’ll make everyone think we fucked.”

“What the fuck- Kenny,” Craig stammers out, shaking his head as he speaks. “How would we even, who would fall for that? What’s that even gonna do?”

Kenny leans forward again, resting his arms on the arm of the chair and once again being too close to Craig’s personal space. “No, Craig, listen. This is one of my better ideas. If you immediately start dating some dude, everyone’s gonna think it’s a rebound and people know I’m not really the dating type. It’ll be weird, someone’s gonna see through it because I’m not not gonna hook up with someone else. But- if people think we just fucked, they’ll be like, ‘Wow Craig moved on and he doesn’t give a fuck and he’s so cool,’ which is your goal, right?”

Craig stares at Kenny, wide eyed, and Kenny stares right back. It’s impossible to focus on what the blonde is saying with that eager look in his eyes, like some kind of dog waiting for a treat. However, when Craig actually does start to process the idea, he realizes Kenny’s making some good points. Kenny raises his brows, still waiting for a reply. Craig lets out a sigh, looking up at the theater ceiling. “Fuck. That’s- Yeah, that’s a good plan.”

“I know!” Kenny starts drumming his fingers along the side of the seat, and Craig can tell he’s beaming without even looking at him. “I want sixty-five.”

Now, Craig looks back down at Kenny, who is making a face like that wasn’t a ridiculous thing to say. “Bucks? You want sixty-five dollars?”

“Cash,” Kenny adds. The two just stare at each other for a moment because every time Craig looks at Kenny, apparently Kenny’s already looking at him.

“I’ll give you forty,” Craig offers, hoping his tone sounds firm enough to stop any further negotiation.”

“Deal,” Kenny finally leans back in his seat and Craig feels like he can actually breathe again. If they’re gonna do this, he needs to talk with Kenny about personal space. And maybe that god awful vape flavor too. Shit, they’re actually doing it.

Craig nods before his brain fully catches up, like he’s convincing himself this is real life. “Okay, yeah. Deal. Wow.”

Kenny glances over at him. “You good? You can’t back out now. We said deal.”

Craig is still nodding, rubbing his palms on his thighs. “We’re good. I just didn’t really think you’d say yes. I don’t, uh, have much of a plan.”

Kenny puts his hand on Craig’s shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dude. ‘Cause I already have a plan.”

“My head’s not-” he starts, then lets out a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What’s the plan?”

Kenny stands, looking back down at Craig with a grin. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to get people talking about my sex life. And lucky for you, I have just the party to get this rumor started.” Kenny rubs his hand on a chair, then sticks it out for Craig. “You trust me, dude?”

Looking up at the blonde, the sheer dumb confidence on his face, his stupid uniform bowtie, there’s no way Craig should feel at ease. But, he has forty bucks and his reputation on the line, and Kenny might just be the best shot he has at escaping his current hellhole situation. Craig stands, gripping Kenny’s hand.

“Fuck it,” he says. “I trust you, let’s do this.”

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Book full of Memories

Entry Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Warning: talk of an unsub, mention of death, fluff

Summary: This entry is about how you met Spencer.

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Spencer, I tried to write with a quill. The dead goose won. Seems like peace was never an option with these birds.

Anyway, I will now write about how we met. It is quite funny now but at that time I wished the earth would swallow me. I don’t know if you remembered this but I was an unsub in your investigation before I nearly turned into a victim of the actual unsub.

She was an old high school friend of mine. She always liked to torture people and manipulate them. But enough for her she has two life sentences. Now where to start?

You sat in an interrogation room for how long you forgot. You were a murder suspect in three homicides. All ex-partners of you.

You picked at your nails, a nervous tick of yours. One of your fingers began to bleed slightly. You hissed and put it in your mouth to suck on it.

Two men came in. An older gentleman and a broad build, a stern-looking man with a dark skin complexion. The older man held a band-aid in his fingers. “Do you know why you are here?” They said your last name. I nodded hesitantly. “I know how this looks, agents. But I swear to you I haven’t seen these three since I broke up with them in high school.”

The other man fished three photos from a folder and laid them on the table. Your eyes widened in horror and you wanted to puke. And you did in the end. Agent Morgan rushed a bin under you. “I am so sorry. I get a little sensitive around these things. I can’t even see a needle without halfway fainting.” Darek put away the photos immediately.

Both men looked at each other before they looked at the one-way mirror. They nodded and turned to me. “So you mean to tell us you haven’t seen these three men in over a decade?” I nodded. “This will sound very suspicious but I tell you I am not that kind of person. I even cry when one of my plants dies. All three of them cheated on me with the same woman. She was hell in high school and I heard she never got better. She is narcissistic and can’t feel empathy. Not even for her own child.”

I remember we talked for an hour about her. How she manipulated her way through life. I remember I felt you stare at me through the mirror as you evaluated my behaviour. You told me on our first date Darek and David was sorry for the puking. I just laughed and told you to send a sorry back. They were the ones who had to smell that.

After you let me go you investigated her. Not knowing she knew we talked.

A knock was at my door. I opened it and found her standing in front of me with a saccharine smile blasted on her face. I invited her in as she disguised her visit as an apology for what she did in high school. I didn’t realize how dangerous she was.

She was behind me when she stuck me in the head. I just remember everything was black. When I woke up I saw you sitting in the chair, asleep. You sat there at an odd angle. When you woke up I ask you if you were okay. If your back wasn’t hurting. You brushed it off and asked me the same questions.

After this case, we became fast friends and after a year we became a couple. But that is another entry, my love.

I hope you are giggling as I do/did while I write/wrote this. We were never a normal couple from the start.

I love you, Y/N

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Chapter Fifteen: Please Stay | The Centre Cannot Hold: KTH (m)

Chapter characters/pairings: Taehyung x f!reader | AU/Genre: non idol au, angst, smut (see warnings below) see series m.post for fic summary etc.

Rating/Chapter warnings: ⚠️🔞 M - Adults only! 🔞⚠️SMUT (m>f oral, m/f unprotected sex - a little bit rough) After taking 14 chapters for anything to happen - this story will be fairly consistently smutty from here on.

Word count: 5.4K

Note: Sooner than promised 😚 Hope you enjoy! There might even be a smidging of fluff in here (if you squint closely enough) 🙃

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“We really have to stop meeting like this…” Sam sighs theatrically as he saunters to the staircase. He’s trying to sound playful, but he actually feels a little sad for his housemate. Moments ago, he’d been quietly stretching out after his morning run when he heard the telltale sound of someone trying not to be heard, carefully navigating the creaks of the wooden staircase. So you’re really going to do this again? he thought with a joyless smirk. Part of him was tempted to let you carry on so he could see how you’d handle the noisy latches on the door, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Taehyung is a strange sort of housemate, he can be very quiet and serious, but he’s also kind, funny and can be great company when he’s in the mood and Sam has grown fond of him; affection for his friend motivates him to act to intercept you. You’re not running out on him again, definitely not after you two smashed last night, Sam thinks crudely. He’s not a pervert, he wasn’t listening in deliberately, the sounds coming from Taehyung’s room were hard to miss, let alone ignore.

He’s surprised when, with a heavy sigh the culprit gives up stealth and skips down the last few steps, “Uh, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, Hyejin,” Sam mutters, embarrassed, “I thought you were Taehyung’s girl…”

“Do you often hide under staircases to scare her?” Hyejin asks, her eyebrow arching.

Sam rolls his eyes, “No, of course I bloody don’t. The last time she stayed here she skipped out on him.”

“They fucked before?” Hyejin asks, her eyes widening at the prospective gossip.

“No,” Sam says quickly, “They’d just met, she was really drunk, nothing happened between them then…”

Hyejin laughs, “Well it’s happening between them now - why do you think I’m getting out of here? Namjoon is sleeping like a fucking rock and those two are making an early start…” she casts her eyes over his running gear, “You out too?”

He smiles, “I’m just back in,” he says, “But, uh, I think I might get some breakfast out this morning if they’re on round two. Wanna join me?”

Hyejin smiles, “Yeah, I was heading out for coffee,” she groans, touching her tender head, “Let’s leave them to it. Joonie can join us if he ever wakes up.”

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Taehyung wakes up slowly, the dull whoosh of the traffic outside invades his sleeping mind, blending with the crashing waves of his dream… As he rouses himself from his heavy sleep he tries to recall what it was he had been dreaming of, the blue swirl of water still eddying through his mind. There was a boat, you were there… You! Taehyung’s eyes fly open, remembering the night before in an instant. You’re here: your body lies beside his. You’ve turned over to face him in your sleep, swaddling yourself in his sheets, your face at peace in slumber as you push air out of your pouted lips. He can’t control the smile that threatens to split his face in two. Last night was real. Here you are, in his bed and you are all his.

It feels too good to be true… so is it? Taehyung is troubled: he knows you were shy last night, but he knows there’s more to it than that. He recalls your reluctance to dive into things head first with him, how you said you needed time, and his gut twists uncomfortably. After all this time, whatever next move he makes has to keep you close to him. He knows how your mind works now, better than he ever did: thanks to Jihoon’s intervention he knows that over the course of your whole friendship you believed that Taehyung would ever want or love you. Taehyung knows now that he has to reassure you of both: sweeping all that nonsense from your mind and replacing it with him, with his love, his desire and his commitment to you.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, stilling himself: he is resolved, confident that any doubts you have won’t last. Finally, the two of you have found your way back to shore and to each other and he is not giving that up. His smile widens as he recalls how you surrendered yourself to him, giving him your heart and your body. His morning wood twitches against his thigh and he can’t resist reaching over to gently tug at the sheet covering you with a hooked finger. Slowly the material yields to him, sliding over your shoulders and gliding over the smooth expanse of your skin, revealing the pattern of bruises his mouth has painted over your neck. He sucks in a breath as the cotton slips over the swell of your breasts, his cock throbbing uncomfortably.

He clicks his tongue gently, deciding what he ought to do next. You’re so cute, he thinks, and part of him wants to let you sleep peacefully, yet another part of him, the part that twitches as it gets harder, wants to wake you, right now. Ultimately, his lust, so long contained, wins out.

Gently, he runs a finger down your nose, “Good morning, baby…” he says softly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead; you mumble incoherently in response.

“Sleepy, eh?” he teases, kissing the tip of your nose gently, “Tell me you love me…”

With a small yawn, your eyes flutter but don’t open, “Love you, Tae,” you whisper, before sleep pulls you back into its embrace.

“Good girl,” Taehyung grins, with satisfaction, “It’s ok, you can snooze a little longer and then I promise you’ll want to wake up,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss into your hair. Sleep can have you for now, he thinks, but then you’ll be his.

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You wake up to the feeling of a tightening in your core, then you snap fully awake becoming aware of a series of sensations in a defined order: first, the feeling of a something, strong, warm and wet flicking against your clit; second, a face buried in your cunt; third, two strong hands on your thighs, keeping them parted; and four, two broad shoulders beneath your thighs, where your legs are slung over them.

“What the …” you moan at the ceiling, before looking down to see Taehyung eye-fucking you as he delivers a sharp suck to your clit that has you twisting against his face.

“What are you doing?” you moan, rising up on your elbows and staring down at him, you can’t close your legs as he’s lodged between them but you try to push his head away whilst trying to scoot off the pillow he’s placed under your ass.

“Don’t!” he grumbles in annoyance, yanking you back by your thighs to his mouth, “I think it’s obvious that I’m eating you out,” he clarifies with an evil smirk, before returning to sucking and flicking his tongue over your trembling cunt like you are his final meal: your core tightens more and more at the skilled workings of his tongue.

You hear clear noises from the rest of the house and realise it’s now well into the morning and Tae’s housemates and whatever other people that slept over are all definitely awake, definitely moving about and will definitely hear whatever goes down in this room.

“Fuck, you have to stop, Tae - they’ll hear us,” you bite into the heel of you hand to stifle your moans.

He doesn’t even acknowledge you this time, burrowing his tongue into you deeper, the sloppy sounds of him sucking and lapping at you becoming pornographically loud in your embarrassed ears. Yet, when both your hands curl into his hair, you don’t attempt to push him away again. Instead, you lose control, bucking into his face as the tight coil inside you finally snaps and you ride out your high on his face.

He sucks hard at your clit as you come, writhing for him and whimpering his name. You’re overwhelmed, trapped between the ecstasy flowing through you and your aching body, sore from the pounding it took last night and the tight grip he has on you now. When your body relaxes, he eases his ministrations, lapping gently at your quivering folds, soothing you. Eventually, he releases you and in your fucked out state you’re barely aware of his shifting weight around you as he crawls up your body, hovering over you again.

"Good morning…” he breathes again, his hands winding their way into your hair, “Sleep well?”

You manage to croak a weak reply as you feel his hardness press against you as he kisses your throat, his lips tracing your jaw hungrily, his cock twitching against you.

“Tae -” you breathe, “What was that for?”

“Fucking want you...” he whispers, closing the distance between your bodies and using the friction between your thigh and his cock to get himself off, his horniness scrambling the coherence of his thoughts, “Didn’t want you sneaking off again… want you to stay… Stay with me…” His words land like a blow against your heart: it’s a sharp, stabbing feeling of pain and remorse.

“Taehyung, stop a second,” you say firmly and reluctantly he pauses his grinding, looking at you with a mixture of annoyance and irritation.

“What?” he grumbles, his brow furrowing. Even like this, his face sticky with your wetness, his hair mussed and his eyes still puffy from sleep, he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

Fuck it, you think: yes, you know you have to take things slowly but you also have to let this man - whom you’ve lied to for a whole year, and even before that - know how you truly feel, “I’m not going anywhere, baby, I won’t sneak off - I’m yours.”

Taehyung grins euphorically at you, before sinking his mouth to your neck, sucking hard as his hips grind into you like some oversexed animal.

“Taehyung -” you try again, finding your voice, “I don’t…” but your protestations are muffled by his mouth on yours. Seemingly oblivious to, or uncaring about, morning breath, Taehyung kisses you passionately as you taste yourself on his wet lips.

When he breaks from you for air, you try to protest again, "Tae… everyone will hear us,” you say, as though it’s obvious. He laughs, undeterred. To your surprise, but also arousal, he continues to rut against you as he speaks.

“They definitely would’ve heard us last night, and we’re going to be fucking all the time now so they might as well get used to it,” he says sternly, more able to speak now he’s taking care of his throbbing length. He forces his way between your legs and guides his weeping cock to your entrance, raising his eyebrows at you, “Yes?” he growls as, despite his effort at restraint, he slides his tip in. The feel of the stretch reignites the memories of the night before and being split apart on his cock. Now, feeling him inside you again, you just want more; you nod your consent.

“I love you,” he beams and then pushes into you with one strong thrust, drawing a cry from you, “Babe, I own this cunt now,” he declares as he begins thrusting slowly, deep grinding rolls of his hips causing you to tremble as he roughly stimulates your throbbing, raw clit.

He swallows your moans as he kisses you deeply and eagerly. Though Taehyung is possessed with lust, the sight of you beneath him, wide eyed, lips swollen from his kisses, his heart beats for you. Beneath his animalistic desire to claim you is a tenderness he’s never felt before; he pauses to draw your legs apart even further, “Put you legs around my waist,” he growls desperately, “Please… need to be closer to you.”

You do, you’ll do anything for him; you gasp as he drives even deeper. He feels so good, his thick cock dragging in and out of you rhythmically, his balls slapping against you as he drives to the hilt each time, his pelvis slapping against yours.

You cry out his name, “I love this,” you moan, “I love you inside me.”

“I belong here,” he asserts, “Always.” Taehyung drops his head into the crook of your neck and can barely contain his grin. He hopes you can feel every detail and vein of his cock the way he can feel every ridge of your tight walls as they hug his throbbing length so warmly, so deliciously.

“Fuck babe, you feel too good… Still so fucking tight…” he groans, “Even after I fucked you open already, fucking perfect cunt, you’re made for me, just for me…”

He’s holding you down and his grip hurts you as his pace quickens: like last night, there’s still an edge to Taehyung that surprises you, an uncontrolled desperation and possessiveness that you don’t expect and that unsettles you a little. You push the thoughts away to be dealt with later because, right now, as he claims you, you love it: each one of his deep thrusts and hissed words making you gush. You’re not sure that you want to stop him, it’s academic though, because even if you wanted to you can’t reach him now - he’s lost in the moment and the pleasure he’s getting from using your body. All his blood and his thoughts are in his cock as he drives into you voraciously.

Soon, you feel the tension building in your core again, his body is so close yours that at this angle that he’s grinding against your clit with each hard press of his hips. You whimper as your thighs tighten around him, another orgasm shooting through you; you spasm wildly around his thickness as you moan his name.

The way you moan for him and your pulsing, tightening walls are too much for him. You’re driving Taehyung wild and he drives into you desperately, groaning obscenely, thrusting violently and battering into you as he chases his own release. All you can do is cling to him, eyes watering with overstimulation as you listen to his filthy, garbled words, “never been this hard,” “so fucking tight”, “good girl”, “mine, mine, mine”, as he pounds you.

Under the force of his hammering, the headboard rattles noisily as it collides with the wall. Above you, Taehyung can feel his release approach, his cock full of cum that he can’t wait to fill you with again. The way you stretch around him, barely yielding to his cock is enough to have him seeing stars. As you clench around him, he’s there: he moans your name loudly and gutturally as his cock throbs his cum in thick streams inside you, painting your bruised and battered walls. You continue to spasm around him, drawing out his bliss as his mouth parts and he can only groan his satisfaction as he finishes pulsing cum deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, sweaty and spent, “Good girl,” he praises lazily, “Fuck, you take me so well.”

Keeping his cock in you, he rolls gently, pulling you with him on to your side; he’s sensitive now, but he can’t resist rolling his hips a little as his mouth finds yours again and he kisses you deeply.

Quiet settles around you as you play with his hair, kissing him back tenderly, utterly spent and exhausted. Eventually, you feel his cum leaking out from you as he softens. You gently push him away, gasping at the sting as he slides out of you. He eases himself up on an arm, looking down at you fondly.

Lying on your back, your whole body aches. You feel sore and in pain all over: between your legs feels raw, hot and sticky as the mess you’ve both made continues to seep out of you and you squirm uncomfortably. Taehyung, watching you closely, glancing down to see the mess, and only then notices the purple splotches marking your waist and hips: bruises from last night and this morning in different stages of development. You follow his eyes to see what has transfixed him and he looks back at you, hopelessly.

His expression becomes very hard to read, “I am so sorry,” he says in a small voice, “I can’t believe I did that to you.”

Why do you feel a little relieved at his unease? Is it because all his possessiveness and aggression have frightened you a little? You’re not sure if it is just sex talk or some new, dark side to him you don’t know about… This soft Taehyung reassures you, whatever else is going on, he obviously doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Tae,” you say softly, reaching to push his sweaty hair back from his face, “It’s a few bruises, it doesn’t matter. It was worth it,” he doesn’t look reassured, “I never said stop, how could you know?”

He blushes slightly, “Did you like it?” he asks.

You’re slightly afraid he’s asking for round three, which you are definitely unprepared for, but then you realise as you search his face that he is in fact just seeking reassurance. You’re on familiar ground now, back to the old friendship you used to have and you find comforting him as easy as breathing, “Of course I did! Who wouldn’t?” you laugh.

And there it is, that bright, boxy smile that makes you swoon, his face splitting in two, yet you know what complete joy looks like on Taehyung and this isn’t it, “Go on,” you say, eyebrow cocked.

“What?” he asks, ruffling a hand through his messy hair.

“Ask whatever it is you want to ask but are either embarrassed or nervous to, I can’t work out which,” you sigh.

He laughs, “I’d forgotten how well you read me,” he looks sad for a moment, but recovers when he realises that you’re his now, that there’s nothing left to miss or mourn. Everything you took from him you’ve returned with interest; now he has you again and your heart. He takes a breath, “This is a pathetic thing to ask, I know, but this is real, isn’t it? You’re not going to abandon me again?”

Maintaining doubts about him now becomes impossible. In two simple questions, Taehyung has shifted responsibility to you: it is for you to reassure him now and convince him of the truth of your feelings. You turn on your side now so you’re face to face and gently kiss him, just a peck, but the contact is warm and full of feeling: you feel him relax a little.

“It is real, and I won’t abandon you,” Taehyung beams and you want to give him more, “You have no idea how long I’ve loved you for, Tae. I’ve tried to stop, even after we stopped speaking but it wouldn’t. It was like fighting against the tide… I am so sorry that I’ve been such a coward and so stupid…”

You draw a breath, and then another shuddering one follows as tears suddenly rise and overspill, “I wasn’t just stupid, I was cruel, I put my feelings before yours and acted like yours didn’t matter at all,” you confess between shaky breaths, “I am so ashamed, Tae, and I am so fucking sorry…”

“Stop it,” he says, his eyes filling to see you so upset, pulling you closer to him again, soothing you, “You don’t have to apologise anymore,” he says firmly and reassuringly, his warmth somehow in his voice, “I’m the stupid fuck who was in love with you without realising it! You have no idea how much I fucking love you -” Taehyung interrupts his own sentence as he crashes him mouth into yours as though he can push all of the love in him into you.

When he finally pulls back, breathless, he strokes your face. He looks so seriously at you that your stomach tenses a little, “No more tears. No more sadness. We’re going to be so fucking happy, babe. We’re perfect together.”

You smile gently, “I hope so, but right now we just fucking stink together - I feel so filthy… May I shower, please?”

He nods lazily, “What’s mine is yours. The blue towels are clean,” he smiles as you reach for his tee, apparently still embarrassed to be naked in front of him when he’s not inside you, “I’ll go after you. I’ll get some of my clothes ready for us then we can head out for breakfast.”

You’re already halfway to the en-suite and look back, “Why out?”

He grins, “You think you’ll survive Sam and Joon talking about what we’ve been doing?” You blush and nod shyly before getting in the shower, knowing he has a point.

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Taehyung strips the sheets off the bed, admiring the filth but also noticing some more blood. Rolling the sheets up, he pushes the door to the en-suite open slightly, asking if he can come in. Though you agree he notice how you try to cover as much of your body as you can. Smirking, he dumps the sheets in the laundry hamper beside the sink and glances at you through the mirror; he can’t miss how carefully you are cleaning yourself through the steam and the wince of pain in your face: his grin falls as he realises he should’ve held back more and chastises himself.

Returning to his bedroom, leaving the door open to release the steam, the distinct, musky scent of sex fills his nose, making him smile again; still he cracks the window wider open, aware there’s a need to freshen the room. He’s not in a frat house anymore and though he doesn’t care if his housemates hear you two, he doesn’t need to make a show of getting laid: you’re not a conquest, your his girlfriend. No, that’s not right, he thinks, he’s had girlfriends before, this isn’t like that… You’re something different, you’re his love.

His heart throbs as he picks out clothes for you to wear, choosing his softest shorts for you. Possessively, he also picks a hoodie he wore recently, so all you’ll smell is him. He finds your underwear from where he flung it in haste last night; he realises there’s no way you can put your knickers back on, especially with your dried wetness and his saliva covering them: he stuffs them to the back of a drawer to keep, and grabs some of his boxers for you. As he folds the clothes neatly at the end of the bed ready for you he wonders if this is what it’s going to be like for you two, this easy domesticity: Will it be this easy? This natural?

He is broken from his reverie when he feels your warm, damp arms circle his bare waist. He feels you press gently against his back, wrapped in his towel; he intertwines his fingers with yours as your lips ghost his shoulder blades, kissing over the faint scratch marks you left last night.

“It’s your turn, gorgeous,” you say, pressing your lips between his shoulder blades and his heart thumps. Yes, he thinks, it’s going to be this easy, this natural. He smiles as you gently pull away from him and smile glowingly at the little pile of clothes he’s left for you. “For me?” you ask, obviously touched, and he nods fondly at you.

Now in front of him, you kiss the tip of his nose and he smells the minty freshness of your breath, making him realise how badly he needs that shower. He knows, as filthy as he is, he could take you again right now: he has never felt like this before, has never needed anyone with the kind of desperation he feels for you.

Feeling you hold him, seeing you so relaxed with him after all the nerves of last night only confirms to him that this was always meant to be. It feels like the time that has passed since you cut him out has disappeared and that easy, deep friendship is as strong as it ever was, stronger, in fact. He knows this is it now: this is your future together.

“Taehyung?” you ask, pulling him from his reverie, “I really do love you.”

He stares into your eyes to see the sincerity there, “Funny,” he grins, “I was thinking the same thing.”

As he gets in the shower and soaps himself, he watches you through the fogged up glass and thinks about how good you look as you put on his clothes; he wonders how long you’ll manage to keep them on.

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On Taehyung’s bed in his clothes, you sit cross-legged to ease your aching folds. Reclining against his headboard slightly, you read your phone messages and reply to them in order of urgency. You deal with Ellie first she’s freaking out because you’re not home. You message her on your group chat as that saves you from needing to deal with Minho and Aera who have text you separately, also freaking out thanks to Ellie spreading panic. You notice that Jihoon is oddly conspicuous by his silence; you decide you’ll deal with him later, wanting to know exactly what he said to Taehyung. You text Jessi next, who’s still at her fuckbuddy’s, side-stepping her questions about whether or not you slept with Taehyung: you realise you need to get home before she does and breaks the news for you.

Taehyung emerges from the shower moments later, and you apologise as you explain that you need to get home and talk to Ellie, explaining the situation with Jessi. You know he’ll understand that you’d rather tell your closest friends about you and Taehyung in your own way.

“Why can’t I come though?” Taehyung whines as he dresses.

“Please, try to understand,” you say patiently, “They’re very hostile because of what’s happened between us and I want to sort that out before you see them.”

“I can handle it,” he frowns, rubbing your thigh as he sits beside you, “Don’t you think I can?”

“Taehyung,” you explain, “The point is that you shouldn’t have to handle it. I’m more to blame than you for what happened and I need them to know that we’re leaving that behind us. These are the people I love most in the world and need them to play nicely with you because, well, because I do…” you trail off, blushing slightly.

Taehyung grins, his hand travelling further up your thigh under the loose material of his shorts; he leans over you, nipping your ear lobe before he says softly into the shell of your ear, “Why’s that baby? Why do they have to play nice with me?”

You shudder and turn to face him, trying to distract him with a kiss. For a moment, he gives into you, but then pulls back with a maddening grin, “Tsk tsk, I thought we were being honest now…” he reprimands playfully.

You blush all the more, “Fine,” you huff, “I need them to be good to you because you’re important to me.”

He smirks, his hand moving to cup your heat through his boxers that you’re wearing, which makes him hornier than he’d expected, “I’m just important?” he asks in faux-disappointment as he squeezes gently.

You slap his hand away, “Oh no you don’t,” you frown, “I am too sore for any more shenanigans from you!”

“Shenanigans?” He teases as you blush again.

“Piss off,” you grump with a small giggle, getting up as your phone pings, “My Uber is here. I’ll call you later?”

Taehyung grabs your hand, “No,” he says, more forcefully than he intends, “You can’t just leave! When will I see you again?”

“Calm down,” you say gently, prizing your hand free from his grip, “I can come back over later, if you want?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “I’d rather come to yours,” he doesn’t miss that you seem uncomfortable at the prospect and he knows that Ellie is unlikely to be as forgiving as either of you would hope.

“Everyone is coming over for dinner,” you admit honestly, “Is that going to be ok?” He nods, while you think, “Hey, Jessi is super close with Hyejin - should we invite her and Namjoon too, so you have another person there - would that help?”

He smiles at your thoughtfulness, watching as you gather your stuff, “No, I don’t think Hyejin complaining about the sound of us fucking will help anything,” he grins, watching you falter as you get flustered. He reminds you that you need to send him your new address as he follows you down the stairs; he kisses you again at the door, his grip on you lingering; it hurts him to watch you leave.

He exhales deeply as he shuts the door behind you, resting his head against the wood as his heart races with an odd mix of excitement and trepidation: he knows you’re his, but your friends have never liked the intensity of your friendship. Now, after everything you two have been through, will they really accept him as your boyfriend?

Taehyung knows he has to have some faith in you and tries to quell his anxious thoughts. His stomach rumbling, he heads to the kitchen where Namjoon leans against the sink, an unreadable expression on his face, clearly waiting for Taehyung.

“Morning,” Taehyung intones with a cheer he doesn’t feel, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“It would be,” Namjoon says, “If Sam hadn’t ducked out with my girlfriend for breakfast, leaving you and me to start cleaning this place up. He knows the cleaner won’t come ’til later this week, the sly bastard.”

Taehyung groans, “Fucking Sam,” he complains.

“Actually, not fucking Sam, fucking you,” Namjoon corrects, “It was you trying to break your fucking bed this morning that drove them from the house,” he explains.

“Ah,” Taehyung blushes, “Sorry about that.”

“You should be! I really don’t need to hear you groaning as an alarm call,” Namjoon complains, before his face softens, “…So, you and her, eh? It finally happened?”

Taehyung smiles and nods, “We’re together now. she’s my girlfriend,” the embarrassment he feels at the slightly childish phrase is washed away by the happiness of the truth of it.

He’s surprised, but pleased, to find Namjoon moving forward to enclose him in a bear hug, “So happy for you, man. About damn time!”

Taehyung realises he can cope with cleaning when its soundtracked by Namjoon’s enthusiasm, “I knew she had feelings for you when she turned up here out of her mind with worry for you that time… you two are gonna be great together,” he calls from the kitchen where he’s swilling out the beer bottles.

In the utility room, sweeping up the washing powder you two spilled, Taehyung laughs joyfully.

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With your clothes from last night tucked inside your coat, balled up under your arm, you enter your house carefully, shutting the door behind you. You’re grateful you have an entrance hall, hoping you can creep unnoticed to your room to change before you face Ellie.

Your foot barely touches the first stair when you hear footsteps behind you. You hesitate, but before you can fully turn, Ellie’s loud voice startles you.

“You fucking fucked Kim Taehyung?”

Stood in the doorway that leads to the kitchen and diner space, Ellie, with an apron on, gently bats a rolling pin in the palm of her flour-covered hand. On either side she is flanked by Minho and Aera who look aghast.

“I think you better come into the kitchen,” she says firmly, “We obviously have a lot to talk about.”

Your palms sweat and your heart races, feeling like your parents have just caught you sneaking in, “Sure, I’ll just put my stuff in my room and I’ll be with you,” you say with false cheer, jogging up the stairs.

You throw things on to your bed, shutting your door behind you. For a moment you consider changing, but as you pull the hoodie up, the scent of Taehyung embraces you and you change your mind, feeling comforted by it. Instead, you brush your teeth again, having only been able to use your finger at his, pausing between brushstrokes to send a series of furious text messages: yes, this conversation has to happen but there’s no way you’re having it alone.

<<< Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Sixteen >>>

Author Note: All thoughts and feedback are welcome and appreciated ☺️

#taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #bts smut #taehyung x you #taehyung fluff #v fanfic #bangtanwhq #btswritersclub #no minors please

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jenctworld · 1 year

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Study group

Nct dream x fem reader

Fluff, angst,(potential smut in later chapters)

Warnings: Panik attacks, kidnapping

Chapter 1/?

It was supposed to be a fun trip with the study group you joined just a few days ago. Nobody could have known how badly it would end.

You were surprised at how quiet the bus got once you entered. But soon enough everyone started chatting again. You weren’t even supposed to come on this trip, your mom just got you to join this study group this week. So this was basically your first time meeting these people. You did recognise a few of these faces from school but none personally. Except Chenle, he was in your class in elementary school. The two of you were pretty close back then and you still like him. He’s nice and pretty funny. You walked towards him hoping the seat next to him was still available. But when you got there the was a backpack blocking the seat. Still you cleared your throat to catch his attention and asked ,,is this seat tak-“ ,,Hey Jisung! I’m over here!!” in that moment a tall, icy blonde boy stumbled inside the bus and continued to clumsily make his way towards Chenle. You didn’t need an answer after that. Seating yourself a row behind Chenle and that tall boy. Just when the doors of the bus closed themselve, a brunette boy got himself through them in the last moment but his huge backpack got stuck between the doors. You felt bad for laughing but he looked so cute trying his best to free himself. In the end the bus driver freed him and the boy walked down the aisle towards you. You were confused and flustered by the eye contact before you realised the seat next to you was the last free one. You took your backpack between your feet to make space for him. ,,Hey! I’m Heachan” he said cheerfully, taking your hand in his and shaking it plenty. You laughed and answered ,,Hallo, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you” he gave you a big smile and put his earphones in. This calmed you down and you also tried to relax during the long drive. During the gas stops you got to meet a lot of people. They all seemed to be nice but you liked Chenles friend group the most. You liked their Humor a lot. Sitting next to them while eating some snacks laughing at some crazy stories from heachan or listening to Mark being teased was the best thing about this trip so far.As soon as all of you entered the bus again, you noticed something was off. And you were right just seconds after trying to warn the others your own eyes as well as everyone else’s closed themselve. When you woke up everything was dark. You tried not to panic, telling yourself this must be sum kind of sick joke. After calming down a bit y/n decided to try and get out of this situation. Your senses still weren’t all that great from whatever knocked you out. But you tried your best to feel around with your bare feet as your arms were strapped to your back. Your felt nothing. Already thinking you were in an empty room, you tried again this time noticing something on your right. It was warm so trying to recognise what it was you continued feeling around. The object suddenly flinched, this scared you real bad and your response to that was to kick as hard as you could. ,,OWW” your brain tried to process the sound and soon enough you finally recognised the voice ,,Heachan?! What happened??” ,,You kicked me! In the fucking stomach” you couldn’t believe this was important for him right now ,, not that you idiot, where are we? Is this some kind of prank?? It’s not funny!” He seemed to finally get what you were talking about ,,why would I know? I’m laying here next to you, am I not?” You realised how serious this actually was, and begann panicking. Screaming, crying, throwing up. Heachan didn’t say anything. After you were done the room got quiet for a few minutes, until Heachan brabbelt something under his breath ,,didn’t even say sorry…”. Thank you for reading !!😻 I haven’t updated since like six months. I know it’s a cliché but I’ve actually been in a psych ward 💀💀 but I’m much better now☝️😼

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Retired Geraskier at Corvo Bianco, with Trans!Ciri x Cerys comes to visit; a sappy love story 🥰

Early spring always makes Jaskier’s smiles brighten. Geralt watches the sun stay for longer and his husbands energy return. Winter usually makes his bard docile, snuggly, it is almost like he hibernates. Which is funny, because whenever he cracks the joke about how Jaskier really is a bear, he gets bit. Among other things.

Birds are returning with the warmer winds, there are little buds breaking out on the branches on the trees surrounding Corvo Bianco. The mud is still everywhere and there is still frost in the early mornings, but the promise hangs in the air.

Any day, their very own little sparrow will come visit them. As soon as the Skellige seas allows them passage, Ciri and Cerys will join them for a few weeks, before they are to travel onwards. Geralt is… nervous.

They had sent a letter ahead when they arrived at port, promising to bring Jaskier one of the new fancy hats he has been talking about. His hair has streaks of grey now, at long last considering how old he actually is, and he is torn between hiding it or wearing it like a crown.

Time pass differently now when they are retired, but Geralt thinks it suits them. Ciri and Cerys finding each other had been no surprise, and their handfasting had been beautiful. Witchers not crying is absolute bullshit when not one but five Witchers stood by, bawling their eyes out with snotty noses.

Vesemir would have been proud.

Jaskier seems to notice the carriage first, pulling him along by the hand and down out into the courtyard.

It is drawn by a bay mare, tail held high from the ruckus made by the geese and peacocks running out of the way.

When the door to the carriage opens, Jaskier gasps and clasps his chest, leaning into Geralt. Which is good, because Geralt’s head is spinning and he desperately needs an anchor to reality.

Ciri has her hair let down, she jumps out quickly and turns to help Cerys - who has a baby bump.

Cerys climbs down easily enough, despite Ciri’s fussing.

When Ciri finally turns to look at her fathers, she holds a protective arm around Cerys back, chin sticking out stubbornly.

“Hello.” She says a little hesitant, as if assessing their reaction.

“Oh you silly child, come here!”

It’s like a dam broke, and Ciri falls forward into both of their arms, and Geralt finally finds it in himself to move, to wrap around his tiny family.

“It’s mine” Ciri whispers and Geralt laughs. Jaskier disentangles himself to greet Cerys, and coo over their grandchild. Well, as much as he is allowed. Cerys never needed Ciri’s protection, she got teeth and claws of her own.

Geralt holds Ciri tightly, breathing her in.

“I didn’t dare believe we could.” She whispers. “Being who I am, I mean. We tried for so long.”

Oh yeah, here comes the waterworks. Geralt feels himself tearing up, and he laugh sobs into her shoulder.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, cub.”

“Geralt, you old sap, you are going to make me cry too!” Jaskier complains, but he is smiling too.

When finally they let go, and while wiping his tears, Geralt approaches Cerys. She is a woman grown now, wearing her own battle scars and laugh lines. Cerys of Skellige, his daughter in law.

The bump is not very big yet, but clearly there. She allows him too a hug, a short, tight one. She never was a hugger, but she keeps her arm around Geralt’s back.

“We only realized on the boat ride over. I have never been sea sick a day in my life, but I guess I finally know what it’s like.” She says with that crooked smile of hers.

They make small talk as they step inside. There are a thousand questions he wants to ask, but most of all, he wants to be there.

“Will you manage a boat ride back to Skellige before the baby is due?” Jaskier asks finally, after they have withdrawn to the patio to bask in the setting evening sun.

Ciri grimaces, and Cerys frowns.

“Oh dear, I seem to have breached a sensitive topic. Forgive me.” Jaskier amends quickly.

Both women look at each other, taking hold of each others hands.

“We have haven’t decided on anything yet. It depends on how it progresses from here, I suppose.” Ciri says, squeezing Cery’s hand, who smiles back at her.

“Our new Major Domo still lives in the village. We have a house free, if you wish for your own place to stay. You know you are both welcome here for as long as you wish.” Geralt says carefully, and Jaskier beams at him. The laugh lines in the corner of his eyes make Geralt infinitely fond.

“We will…. Talk about it.” Cerys says, surprising them all, resting a hand over her round stomach. Their child. Geralt’s…. grand child. “We will see what the future brings.”

Retirement is not what Geralt expected. A husband something right out of his dreams. A child? A grandchild? Had it been one of Jaskier’s songs, Geralt would call him a romantic fool.

But here he is, at Corvo Bianco with his bard, his daughter with her child in her arms.

#the witcher #geraskier #trans!ciri #ciri x cerys #geralt of rivia #jaskier #retired Geralt #silver fox Jaskier #tooth rotting fluff #fluffy #because I want #badass cerys #mixing medias like no tomorrow because I can #dapanda writes

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Smooth Water

Wipeout - Chapter 2

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hey guys! Here is part two for you, hope you enjoy! I love getting feedback, it’s what helps keep me motivated, so please let me know what you guys think! Also just a side note, a few of my tags for my taglist weren’t working so if you see this and you were supposed to be tagged but you weren’t I am so sorry! Hope you enjoy, love you guys xx

Warnings: Slight angst

Summary: Tom takes you surfing and you vent

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Tom arrived at your house at exactly 10 am to find you were still struggling to pull your hair into a braid. Currently you were seated in front of your mirror with a hair tie hanging out of your mouth while you tried to work your baby hairs into the braid. Tom was seated on your bed, laughing while he watched your struggle.

“Why don’t you come here and let me help” he smirked as you started undoing your braid for the third time since he’d arrived.

“I got it, I got it,” you insisted, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s tight enough, I don’t want the hair tie to fall out.”

“Let me help,” he pushed himself off the bed and grabbed your shoulders, “Come sit for a second.”

You sighed and let him pull you away, “Fine.”

Tom sat back down and patted the spot between his legs. You sat in between them and crossed your legs with a small, annoyed huff.

“I can’t believe you’re the one making us late,” he chuckled as he started braiding your hair.

“Well I was expecting you to be late,” you rolled your eyes.

“So sorry to throw you off,” he hummed, “Your hair smells nice.”

“Yeah it’s called a shower, you should try one sometime.”

“Really? I haven’t heard of that before, maybe you can show me,” he teased.

“Why don’t you just ask Jade to show you?” you snapped, your face flushing at your sudden outburst.

“Jade?” he frowned, “Why would I ask Jade for anything?”

“I don’t know, you two were all over each other last night,” you bit your cheek nervously while you waited for him to reply.

“What are you talking about? You weren’t even with me last night,” he knit his brows in confusion.

“I saw you guys making out on Adrien’s story,” you confessed.

Tom suddenly burst into laughter, his head falling forward against your back, “You thought I was making out with Jade?!”

Your stomach started to bubble with anger again, “I saw it with my own two eyes Tom.”

“But I wasn’t making out with her,” he wiped his eyes and fell back onto the bed in a fit of laughter, “We were playing spin the bottle and hers landed on me, I let her give me a little peck but that’s it. I would never make out with Jade, I can’t fucking stand her.”

Once again your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, “Oh.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d actually make out with Jade, of all people on the planet,” he held his stomach, seeming unable to calm himself from his laughing fit.

“It’s not funny Tom,” you scoffed.

“No, it’s fucking hilarious,” he grabbed your shoulders as he sat back up, “Obviously I would never make out with Jade Flower, she’s fucking awful to you, I would never do that to you,” he squeezed you affectionately before his hands returned to your hair.

“Don’t call me Flower,” you glanced down at your hands, “You mean it? You really wouldn’t go for her?”

“Of course not. I can hardly stand to be around her, and I know it would hurt you, I could never do that,” he assured you with a big smile, “I can’t believe you thought I would though, that’s fucking mad.”

“It’s not funny Tom, I was really upset about it,” you admitted.

“Is that why you didn’t come out last night?” he questioned.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you seemed upset, I didn’t want to be pushy though,” he hummed, “I’m sorry. You can always talk to me about that sort of thing though, I mean the first part of friends with benefits is friends after all. I care about you and making sure you're happy and comfortable, you know?”

You thought about what Grace had said, about you possibly starting to want something more with Tom. Truthfully you weren’t sure if she was right or not. Sometimes you could picture something more with him, in moments like this, but then you remembered who he was. It was just like Grace had said, Tom would never commit. He prided himself on never catching feelings, for anyone, the way he cared about you would never move beyond platonic.

You cared about him in the platonic sense too, and you valued the friendship you had with him above most others. He was one of the only people, besides Grace, that you’d really grown close to since moving to town. Catching feelings for him could ruin that, and then of course there was the issue of him not really being boyfriend material. Tom was nearsighted and pleasure seeking. He didn’t have a plan for the future, and he rarely did anything that wouldn’t grant him immediate gratification. You had a plan for your life, and Tom’s impulsivity would never fit into that as anything more than a friend.

“Thank you Tom, I appreciate it a lot,” you glanced over your shoulder at him, “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You’re welcome Flower,” he grabbed your face and pressed a loud, dramatic kiss to your cheek, “And it’s alright, I’d feel the same way in your shoes.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “I take it back, I’m still mad at you.”

“Come on, it’s cute,” he chuckled lightly, “I brought that pink surfboard you like, does that put me back in your good graces?”

“I don’t know, how’s the braid turning out?”

“Pretty good, it would be better if you sat still.”

“Me?” you gaped, “You’re the one that’s having a laughing fit.”

“Well I’m done now, so sit still,” he ordered.

“Bossy,” you commented.

“Just a bit,” he smirked as he pulled your hair back, “I’m almost done.”

“Thank you for doing that, I can never get it tight enough when I do it myself,” you sighed, “You wouldn’t believe how much harder it is to braid your own hair.”

“I’ll make sure it’s nice and snug. You won’t be polluting the seas on my watch,” he chuckled as he wrapped a hair tie around the bottom of your braid, tugging against it to make sure it was nice and snug, “There, does that feel like it will stay?”

You shook your head back and forth a few times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

“Fantastic,” he hopped off the bed and plucked your bag from the ground as he went pacing towards the front door, “You know you always over pack, you really just need a towel.”

“I only bring the necessities,” you retorted as he pushed open the door.

He peeked inside the bag while you locked up, “I’ve got sunscreen and zinc in the car, and water. You’ve got a whole second swimsuit, and a first aid kit.”

“I need the second swimsuit in case I lose part of mine, and I’m only bringing the first aid kit because I know you don’t keep one in your car, which you’re should,” you scoffed as he tossed your bag into the back seat of his old, beat up, two door, yellow Jeep Wrangler.

“In all my years of surfing I have never seen someone lose any piece of their swimsuit, but I’ll concede on the first aid kit, I should probably keep one in my car.”

“Ha,” you smiled smugly as you slid into the car. Tom always kept the doors and the top off, and although he always assured you it was perfectly safe it still made you uneasy. You always took the middle seat in an effort to keep yourself a little safer.

“I was thinking we could head to that little beach up north,” Tom placed his hand over your thigh as he pulled into the street, “I don’t really wanna run into any of the kiddos today, you know, keep it just you and I.”

“That’s fine with me,” you agreed, “I like the smaller waves anyway.”

“Fantastic, it gets a little tiring getting swarmed everywhere I go,” he squeezed your leg, “You know, local celebrity and all.”

You had to roll your eyes at the comment. The surf shack where Tom worked, Aqua Life, offered children’s surfing classes during the summer, which Tom and Harrison taught together. When he first told you he was one of the surf instructors you were puzzled, he didn’t strike you as the kind of person who’d enjoy working with kids, but he actually did great with them. You knew he was a good teacher, he’d taught you to surf after all, but he was always so gentle and encouraging with the kids. The kids adored him too, sometimes when you were out on the beach together they would come flocking over, eager to say hi or show him whatever new trick they’d learned. Tom indulged them every time and always ended up apologizing to you later, but you’d always found it too endearing to be annoyed.

“I think it’s cute when they come up to you,” you smiled, “Even though you never get as excited when I learn a new trick.”

“Would you like me to get up and cheer for you after every successful run?” he laughed.

You nodded, “Yeah I would actually, I’d find that very encouraging.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I’ll make sure I do today,” he promised.

“You should have from the beginning, it’s not very ethical to play favorites with your students.”

“You wouldn’t have a problem with it if you were the favorite,” he glanced over at you with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” you feigned offense, “I’m sleeping with you, that should bump me into first on principle.”

“Sorry darling, Paddy’s still my favorite,” he shrugged, “You’re a close second though.”

You rolled your eyes, “I should have known, he’s way better at surfing than I am.”

“He’s had a lot more practice, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Tom squeezed one of your legs, “You’re much better than most of the other 13 year olds I teach.”

“Just most?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean some of those kids are really good, and if we’re being honest you’re pop up could still use a little work.”

“What’s wrong with my pop up?” you frowned and knit your brows in confusion.

“It’s just a little wobbly sometimes. I think you’re still bringing both feet up at the same time instead of your back foot first,” he explained,

“I bring my back foot first,” you defended, “And I’m not wobbly either.”

“You can say that now but I’ve seen you wobble with my own two eyes.”

“Okay well I’ve seen you wobbling up there too then,” you accused.

He glanced over at you again with a big, cocky smile, “Darling I never, ever wobble.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of innuendo?” you glared at him.

He laughed and shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess if you think it is. I don’t know what for though.”

“Well I don’t know, but you had that look on your face.”

“What look?” he questioned.

“Whenever you say some stupid pick up line or make some kind of flirty comment you think is just hilarious you get this cocky little smirk on your face. Then you open your mouth and say something stupid like ‘I like your boobs’,” you mocked his voice and to the best of your ability, it was a poor imitation but it made him laugh.

“That is not stupid,” he feinged offense through his laughter, “That’s important information that you need to know.”

“It is stupid, I already know you like my boobs, everybody does, they’re boobs,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yes but I like them in a far deeper and more intellectual way than anyone else ever will.”

“That was so stupid” you choked on your own words as you devolved into laughter.

He squeezed your leg again while you laughed beside him, “I love your laugh.”

Heat rose in your cheeks suddenly, “Thank you.”

“It’s really warm,” he pulled onto the long gravel road that led to the beach, “Your laugh I mean, not the weather. It’s just like… Inviting, and contagious.”

“Thank you Tom, that means a lot,” you nibbled your bottom lip before continuing, “Actually I’ve always been sort of insecure about my laugh. I’ve always thought it was kind of loud, and obnoxious.”

“Not a chance,” he tossed his arm over your shoulders and pressed a loud kiss to the side of your cheek, “You’ve got the cutest, most reasonably volumed laugh I’ve ever heard.”

“Well when you aren’t doing that cocky little smirk you’ve got a really nice smile Tommy.”

“But the cocky little smirk isn’t cute?” he chuckled.

“I think that’s more hot than it is cute.”

“I’ll take it,” he finally pulled into the large sandy parking lot. You were happy to see it was totally deserted for the time being, “I’ll get the boards.”

He pulled off his shirt as he climbed onto the side of the Jeep, leaving in him only some swim trunks and the small coconut bead necklace you’d never seen him without. You picked up the shirt and crammed it into your bag along with the baggy shirt you’d thrown on over your swimsuit. He passed his board down to you as he unstrapped them from the top of the car, and you couldn’t help but gawk a bit. Something about him on the water or him with his board always turned you on, you liked how excited and passionate he got.

Tom glanced back at you with the intention of passing the second board to you, but his lips drew to a smirk when he noticed you were staring, “You know we don’t have to go straight to the water,” he hummed as you took the smaller, pink board from him. He jumped down from the side of the Jeep and grazed your stomach with the back of his hand.

“I came to surf Holland,” you slipped the board under your arm and sauntered away towards the beach.

Tom followed after you with a playful smile, “You wouldn’t even know how to surf if it weren't for me.”

“Grace could have taught me.”

“But she didn’t,” he reached forward and pinched your butt, making you jump and squeal.

“Asshole,” you glared over your shoulder at him while he laughed.

“Oh shove it, you love me,” he winked.

“You wish,” you scoffed as you set your things down by a large piece of driftwood, “Ready?”

“Not yet, we need some Zinka,” he reminded as he wiped two thick stripes of pink sunscreen under your eyes before doing the same to himself, “Now we’re ready, and we look adorable.”

You smiled, “You got pink this time?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I thought you’d like to match the board.”

“You thought correctly,” you held the board up to your cheek, “What do you think?”

“Well I think you look cute, but the light pink would have matched better, I think they stopped making it though…” he pursed his lips, “I don’t know, maybe I can pick some up when I go to Hawaii.”

You laughed lightly, “I hope that’s like the only souvenir you bring back, just a little bottle of Zinka.”

“It won’t be the only thing, but that’s the only thing I’ll bring back for you.”

“A shot glass?” you raised a brow, “Come on Tom.”

“You better bring me back something better than that,” you poked his chest and started walking towards the water. The sand was starting to burn your feet and you were eager to get into the cool water.

“I’ll bring you back something good,” he promised, “A shot glass or something.”

“Oh you’re right, I know you prefer body shots,” he winked, “Do you have some specific souvenir in mind?”

“You don’t actually need to get me anything Tom,” you curled your toes as the water washed up over your feet. The contrast of temperatures made you shiver.

“I’m gonna get you something, I’m sure I’ll see something you’ll like while I’m there,” he smiled while he watched you wade through the water, continuing to jump and shiver while you tried to adjust to the cold water, “It’s just water (y/n).”

“It’s cold,” you whined, “And it’s hot outside, my body doesn’t know what to do.”

“You’ll adjust,” he promised, “Or you could get a wetsuit, then you wouldn’t have to worry about losing your swimsuit either.”

“Wetsuits are super expensive, and not nearly as cute,” you motioned to yourself as an example.

“Well you’ve got me there, the bikini is definitely easier to get off too,” he smirked and attempted to grab the edge of your bikini bottoms, frowning when you swatted his hand away.

“You’re a perv.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting surprised,” he smiled cheekily.

You shoved him and he shoved you back, causing you to stumble a few steps. You responded by hitting him in the butt with your board. He jumped in surprise but started laughing with you. He then grabbed your board and tried to pull it from your hands. The board leash around your ankle ended up pulling you towards him too. You stumbled and squealed, waving your arms to try and catch yourself before you fell into the water. Tom dropped both of your boards and was just barely about to catch you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled lightly, “I forgot about the leash.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you, but thanks,” you attempted to stand but he dipped you back further, until the water was grazing your upper thighs and butt, “Tom I swear if you drop me I am gonna kill you.”

“I’m not gonna drop you,” he promised, “I just want a little kiss before I let you up, I think that’s more than fair payment for catching you.”

“I don’t have to pay you back, you pushed me!” you squealed again and grabbed his shoulders as he dipped you even further, “Fine, fine, just let me up.”

He helped you back up and grabbed your waist with both hands. His fingers sank into your soft skin while he leaned in towards you. Tom’s lips tasted like cheap piña colada chapstick and moved so perfectly with yours that you wondered why you’d put up any protest about kissing him. You smiled as he pulled you flush against him, one of his hands slowly sneaking up your torso. He was more than a good kisser, and the things he could do with his lips had made you weak in the knees more times than you could count.

One of your hands slipped up into his hair while he gently nibbled on your bottom lip. Happily you opened your mouth for him and brushed your tongue against his. Just as you were starting to get lost in the kiss you felt the leash tugging at your ankle again as your board drifted away from you. It was an unfortunate reminder that you were standing in the middle of an ocean, and even though the beach was deserted, it was still public.

“Tom,” you pulled away from him just as his hand slipped up over one of your breasts, “I think that was good enough for a thank you kiss.”

He nodded and licked his lips, “More than good enough darling, you’ve got the most phenomenal lips,” his thumb grazed your bottom lip before he stepped away to fetch his own board, “But we can get back to that later.”

You nodded in agreement as you plucked your board up and shoved it under your arm, “Yeah, you’ll get cranky if we miss all the good waves.”

“Obviously, I mean I can’t show off if the waves are shit,” he winked, “But speaking of doing things later, next week is Adrien’s birthday.”

“Oh, is he having a party or something?” you hummed.

He nodded and dropped his board into the water, “Yeah, he’s gonna have a little bonfire next Friday, but he wants to do it in Cannon so it’s a little closer to his hometown. I don’t know if you’d want to go with me, but I’ll drive if you want to go, it’s like an hour away.”

You pondered his proposition while you two started to paddle out, “Well I work until 7, but I could go after.”

“Great,” he beamed at you, “Grace is going to be out of town right?” his eyes wandered your figure while he spoke, “After the party I could spend the night if you wanted.”

“Yeah she’s got that concert,” your cheeks flushed and your heart fluttered at the insinuation, “I get kind of freaked out when I’m home alone, so if you wanted to stay over that’d be perfect.”

“Fantastic,” he beamed at you, “I’m looking forward to it darling.”

“Me too,” you cleared your throat and dragged your eyes back to the water, “Do you care if I take the first wave?”

He shook his head, “Be my guest Flower.”

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gamergirlboy · 4 months

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January 2024 Game Diary

Dredge

Alan Wake’s American Nightmare

Fishing Vacation

Quantum Break

Nightmare Frames

Dredge

Dredge is a game I picked up in the winter sale of last year as part of the indie game kick that I’ve been on. I saw “horror” and “fishing” and was like yeah, that’s for me. I did like it quite a bit but I found the story bits a little… underwhelming. It wasn’t bad, just pretty typical for anyone who likes “ocean is full of horrors” type media. The NPCs are all foreboding with their talk of “things happening at night” and whatnot, and I was like cool, stuff happens, yeah it’s a horror game (I’ve played so much survival horror over the past few hours so I may be a bit desensitized). I did like the ship customizing a lot, and the drawings of all the fish I found were delightful. I also enjoyed plundering shipwrecks for treasure, although most of what I found was the same junk over and over. That did make the relics I found that much more exciting, so maybe that’s not a terrible thing. Stellar Basin was easily my favorite section, although it took me some time to figure out what I was meant to do, mostly because I didn’t figure out how ship upgrades worked until I had spent a few hours wandering around with the standard engine. The glowing fish and algae combined with the large creature looming underneath kept me intrigued enough to power through until I figured out how to keep the creature from attacking me. Overall I would say I liked it! It’s a neat little game that could’ve used more content, but for the price I would say it’s worth it if you’re looking for cozy horror. 7/10

Alan Wake’s American Nightmare

I became a bit of an Alan Wake superfan last year around February when I decided to play the first Alan Wake game on the assumption that the game was kind of bad but funny. I streamed it in discord to my friends and we enjoyed the dated expressions of the characters and the low budget Twin Peaks experience that the town of Bright Falls provided. It ended up having more points in its favor than I expected - it takes place in the Pacific Northwest - which works so well for me in terms of horror -, the characters are genuinely lovable and funny (Barry, not Alan really he is a bit of an asshole), and exploding the darkness with the flashlight was satisfying if not a bit tedious after a few hours. So I played this game, then Alan Wake 2, then Control… and now I love the Remedyverse, the universe that connects all these games.

THIS game kind of sucks, but because this company apparently owns my ass now I played it anyway. It is short, and the premise of the game is you’re basically playing a monster of the week groundhog’s day episode. As someone who has watched X-Files, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Supernatural, I consider this trope tried and true. Alan Wake wakes up in Arizona and has to figure out how to defeat Mr. Scratch and escape the loop. Every character in the loop is a conventionally hot woman, one of which is hypnotized and actually tries to fuck Alan. It’s pretty crude and sexist, but unsurprising from an older game. It does manage to encapsulate the Remedy charm despite its shortcomings, with television sets and projectors spread out throughout the levels showing snuff films of Mr. Scratch himself committing evil deeds while negging Alan. This was easily my favorite part, and you can see how Remedy had begun experimenting with live-action film in video games long before Control and Alan Wake 2 came out. I think if you absolutely love the Remedyverse this game is worth playing, especially because you can pick it up for a few bucks in a sale. Is it a masterpiece? Absolutely not, but I don’t regret playing it. 5/10

Fishing Vacation

I bought this game for the same reason I bought Dredge - it was tagged as fishing and horror on steam. It was also $1.99, and somehow even shorter than AWAN. I had a good time playing this for the 2 hours it took me to get 4 out of 5 of the endings, but it really is a bite-sized game. In the style of a very simple gameboy advance game, you and a childhood friend of yours go to visit a fishing cabin that you used to visit as children. You go fishing. Weird things happen. Whether you find the three keys hidden in the lake and open the basement up or not changes the ending. It’s cute, it’s an alright game. If you feel like playing something a little weird for 20 minutes to an hour I’d say go for it. I don’t even feel comfortable giving it a rating because of its shortness, but I will say playing shorter games has been nice because it allows me to appreciate the tiny studios that produce them. There is a special type of creativity behind these microgames that I can appreciate. I played Iron Lung last year and while this game isn’t quite as good, I did enjoy the creepiness in the same medium I experienced games in as a young child.

Nightmare Frames

I am new to point & click games. Last year I finished my very first p&c game, “The Excavation of Hob’s Barrow”, and I bought this game immediately after because I was craving more. This one did not disappoint me - the second time around anyway. I started playing it immediately after Hob’s but lost interest due to how different it was. A few months later I picked it up again when I was bored and found that it was actually a pretty solid game. I like p&c puzzles and these did not disappoint. The story is better than I expected, the character development is solid, and the visuals work well for me. It takes place in 1980s Hollywood, and funny enough you are playing as a writer named Alan who has become disillusioned with his career as a horror writer and craves fame. He resents the work he has done despite being beloved by many of the people he encounters. He wants more, and that desire ultimately leads him down a dark path. Would recommend to horror p&c fans, 8/10!

Quantum Break

This game is also kind of sort of in the Remedyverse (Remedy no longer owns the rights). I realized I had a code for it on my Humble account and figured if I already own it, I might as well give it a shot. It is an action game, with episodes of a real TV show slotted between each chapter. It’s kind of fun! It is very weird! I like the parkour, I like the romance between Jack and Beth, and the fact that it is a video game that feels exactly like a 2010s cop drama (I’m thinking of Bones) is neat. The episodes were well done for a video game for sure, but they did not especially capture me. I wanted to keep playing the game! The shooting and time powers Jack has were what I was enjoying, and I didn’t want to stop doing that to watch what was happening in the background. Also the graphics are more impressive than you’d expect. It really feels like Xbox put more stock into this than they should’ve (I could not get over how expensive looking this game is), because I really cannot fathom who this game was actually made for besides freaks like me who want to soak up every drop of the Remedyverse, but I liked it for what it is. I think because it’s so weird - the random Night Springs episodes for example, or the fact that it feels so much like you’re in a tv show - feels like it would not really appeal to the average gamer. It seems like a game that wants to be a lot of things.

I would not spend $40 on it, but I would say it’s worth playing if you love all things Remedy. 6.5/10

#remedy #dredge #alan wake #fishing vacation #quantum break #nightmare frames #horror games #game recs

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zep-writings · 2 years

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I keep on missing you

ONE SHOT.

Summary: Long time best friend with Chris, you realized he meant more than that to you a long time ago but you never expected him to show up to your door just because he missed you.

Warnings: Talk of not feeling good enough.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader.

Notes: I do not own any of the characters present in this story. I do realize Chris is a real person and therefore everything said in there is pure fiction.

I loved writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

I know I haven’t posted in a while and that’s why I thought sharing this one shot would be great. Let me know what you think.

Chris Evans Masterlist || Main Masterlist.

It was late when there was knock on your door and you were half asleep on your couch, a warm blanket laid over you as the snow fell outside your window. You jumped slightly, your heart speeding up in your chest and you stood up to go open the door, yawning and rubbing your sleepy eyes. Chris’s face appeared in front of you, he looked tired, his blue eyes heavy with sleep and he looked like he hadn't slept in a while. You hadn't seen him in a few months because he was in Atlanta filming the last Avengers movie and even if you spoke very often, you truly had missed him.

You and Chris had met a few years back when he had moved back to Sudbury and Scott, his little brother and one of your closest friends, had introduced you. Chris and you had become fast friends, quickly growing pretty close, but truth be told you hadn't expected to start having feeling for the man and you certainly weren’t expecting to see him in front of you when you thought he was still working in Atlanta.

"Chris? What are you doing here?" you asked in surprise but happy to see him.

"I flew back early; we wrapped this morning and I wanted to come home. " The actor explained as you stepped to the side to let him in, yawning again.

"I kinda of guessed, but I meant here here, like at my place. Don't you want to be home? Sleeping?"

You know how much Chris loved Dodger and he was probably here so late just to pick up his pooch but you were surprise he didn't want to sleep first. You were sure he could wait a day to see his beloved companion.

"I wanted to see you, I missed you." Chris admitted, dropping his bag and pulling you into a hug.

You were taken a little by surprise once again but quickly curled up against his chest, closing you eyes as your heart quickened in your chest. A part of you hated the fact that you were in love with one of your best friends because you knew he would never see you that way. What you didn't know, however, was that Chris actually felt the exact same way for you as you did for him. He thought you were smart, beautiful, funny and had the best heart and it only took a few weeks for him to fall for you after he had met you. He closed his eyes, his arms wrapped around you and rested his chin against the top of your head. You were so much smaller than he was but somehow you two fitted perfectly together.

"I really missed you, a lot." Chris repeated in a whisper, his voice warm, making your heart skip a beat.

"I miss you too, and so did Dodger, but you could've gone home first to get some sleep, you know. It's not like Dodger or me are going anywhere." You told him, raising your head to look at him. Even tired he was freaking handsome, and those damn baby blue eyes always did their trick on you.

"If you don't want to see me you can just tell me, you know," Chris teased, a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Stop talking shit, will you?"

As you were about to add something, Dodger entered the room, letting out a loud yap when he noticed Chris and you wondered how he hadn't showed up earlier.

"Hey bubba!" Chris pulled away from you and squatted down to pet his dog who jumped on him, his tail wagging like crazy. The pooch furiously tried to lick his face, making Chris let out a genuine happy laugh, one of those ones you loved to hear.

"He missed you a lot." You smiled softly as for the next few minutes you watched Dodger go crazy over his human dad.

By the time the pooch finally calmed down Chris was out of breath, but he looked up at you to give you one those damn smile that made you die a little bit inside every time.

"What would you do to me if I never gave you your dog back?" You asked, pulling you sweater, actually one of Chris's sweaters, tighter around your neck, a small smirk on your face.

"I guess I'd have to come live here then." Chris shrugged as he pushed himself back up. "I'm not sure it would be a good thing for you."

Chris winked at you, you cheek turning red as you spoke. "I think you're the one who could not tolerate living with me."

"Do you have anything more stupid to say?" Chris rolled his eyes at you. "You’re literally the easiest person to be around, I would be with you every day if I could."

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it almost immediately and shood your head. What the hell was happening? Of course, Chris was nice, but he was almost never acting like this with you. Was he flirting? You had seen him flirt before and it sure looked like it was exactly what he was doing now. You weren't sure now to react or what to do, it wasn't like Chris was into you… Was it?

You pulled out of your thoughts when Chris dropped on the couch and yawned very loudly once again as Dodger curled by his side.

"You know you're gonna end up falling asleep on my couch if you stay here."

Chris shrugged leaning against the back of your couch. "Your couch is comfy. But I can crash in your spare room."

"Oh, so now you're inviting yourself to stay?" You chuckled, staring at Chris who was clearly struggling to stay awake. "And let me remind you that I don't have a bed in my spare because you and idiot brother broke it last time you were drunk. "

"Oh right. I forgot about that. I’m still gonna buy you a new bed, I promise." Chris looked at you for a second. "Well, I guess I'll call a cab then."

You shook your head as you knew there was no way he was going to make it home that night. Firstly because you would never let him head home when you were that tired and secondly because he probably wouldn’t even be able to make it outside. You let out a small chuckle and extended your hand to the actor.

"Come on big shot, you can sleep in my bed."

Chris looked at you for a moment, examining your face to make sure you were really okay with that before he grabbed your hand and you helped him up.

"Did I ever tell you that you're the best?" Chris gestured Dodger to follow you both as you made your way to your bedroom by the end of the hallway.

"How much did you have to drink on you flight back home exactly? Because you’re talking a lot of shit right now." You knew he wasn’t drunk, you’d seen Chris drunk tons of times but it was the only way it made any sense.

"I didn't have anything to drink, I'm being serious y/n." Chris turned to look at you.

"Well, I think your cabin wasn't pressurized correctly then or you're losing your head." You lifted your hand to touch his forehead to check if he had any fever and Chris rolled his eyes, catching your hand to bring it back down.

"Will you just shut up and take the damned compliment." Chris sighed, shaking his head before he let out a chuckle. "You’re unbelievable."

"Hey, be careful or you're gonna sleep outside Evans." You warned him, a small smile still spread on you lips.

"Like you could do that."

"Don't try your luck." You stuck out your tongue at him and he could help but laugh.

You made your way to the small en-suite to change into your pajamas, you quickly brushed your teeth and washed your face before heading back to the room where Chris was standing there, awkwardly, in nothing else than his boxer. Your breath caught in your chest, your eyes stopping on his body for a second. Damn he was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and you felt yourself blush even more, opening your mouth to say something but no words came out.

"Like what you see?" Chris snorted, looking proud of himself.

"Shut up!" You grabbed your pillow and threw it at him but he grabbed it easily, laughing loudly and setting it back down on the bed. "Get your ass in the bed and go to sleep you goof!"

Chris dropped on the bed and slipped under the cover as you did the same on your side. it was cold but you were very aware of the heat coming from Chris's body next to you. Just stop thinking about him that way, you idiot, you thought. Chris was teasing you, you knew that, but he seemed to realize that maybe he was pushing it a little.

"Are you sure you're okay with me sleeping here?" Chris rolled to his side to look at you and you offered him a warm smile.

"I'm sure. As long as you stop saying so much bullshit."

"I'm not talking bullshit and to be fair, you were staring."

"It's not my fault if you parade shirtless looking like that." You pointed to his torso.

"So you think I look hot?" Chris raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk on his lips, as he slipped closer to you, his face dangerously close to yours.

"I never said that." You whispered; your eyes stuck in his.

"I don't think you need to say anything, you're drooling." Chris bit down on his lip to refrain a laugh and as he came even closer, you put your hand on his face and gently pushed him away.

"Shut up!"

But he was right, seeing him so close, shirtless, after so long of seeing him only through a screen and knowing how much you missed him, you just wanted to curl up against him. For a second, a part of you even considered telling him how you felt, but just the thought of it made your stomach tightened. No. No, you couldn’t risk losing him, never. You turned around looking at the ceiling as felt Dodger settling down by your Chris's feet. Soon enough, silence fell over the room as both of your breathing slowed down, but you could still hear your heart beat way too fast in your chest. Slowly, you laid your hand by your side, closing your eyes until you felt Chris's hand brush against yours. Your breath caught in your chest, feeling his eyes on you. His fingers slowly grazed again your hand before he intertwined his to yours.

What was he doing? You were close, you hugged, you talked about almost everything, but this was a first and you weren't sure what to do or say. Was he trying to make you understand something? First the flirting and now this.

"Chris..." You finally managed to whisper and slowly you turned your head to look at him.

There was something new in his eyes, something you had never seen before and the way he was looking at you at that moment made your heart feel so full. His gaze was warm, loving and for a moment you almost felt like you were the most amazing thing in the world. You bit down your lip and suddenly felt very overwhelmed and scared of what could happen. You pulled away and stood from the bed, passing your hand through your hair as Chris pushed himself to rest on his elbow.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Chris asked you, frowning.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I... I just need a drink, I'll be right back."

You walked out of your room, hearing Chris call out your name as you made your way to the kitchen. You bent over the counter, grabbing the edge in your hands and closed your eyes to take a deep shaky breath. How could this happen? Why were you feeling so lost about having Chris back home? You really wished you could forget your feelings because you truly didn't know how to deal with it.

"Y/n?"

You jumped at Chris's voice and turned around to saw him standing there, thankfully having put a shirt back on.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I said anything that upset you. I just, I missed you and I was only..."

Without thinking, you had made your way toward Chris, and you crashed your lips against his cutting him out. It took a second for Chris to realize what was happening before his hands dropped to your hips, pulling you closer to his body. When you finally realized what you were doing, you pulled away, taking a few steps back and bringing your hand to your mouth.

"I... I'm sorry... I don't know why I did that."

"Shut up and just kiss me." Chris cut you off, grabbing your free hand and pulling you back towards him and he pressed his lips to yours, slipping his other hand into your neck.

You put your hands against his chest and pushed him a little. "Wait, what... What's happening?"

"Well, I was about to kiss you again, but it doesn't look like you want me to so..." Chris frowned, confused and you opened you mouth but no words came out. "Look y/n, I... I like you, I've liked you for a while now. I just never thought you felt the same, but you kissed me."

"Chris..." You muttered, your cheeks feeling red.

"No, no, it's fine. I understand." Chris stepped back even more, running his hand on his face.

"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for a long time, Chris. I never said anything because, well because it's you and I'm just... I'm just a nobody and I never thought you could feel..."

"Wow, hey, no! Never ever say that again you're not a nobody! You’re amazing y/n." Chris cut you off, raising his hands, gently grabbing your face and making you look at him. "And I've been in love with you for a long time too. Now, can you please stop talking so I can kiss you? Because I really want to..."

You nodded slowly, looking at his lips for a second before he pressed them gently to yours. This kiss was different, slow, tender and sweet as you locked your arms around Chris's neck, pulling your bodies closer together and deepening the kiss. Somehow it felt normal almost like it was meant to be, like you two belonged together and it made your heart feel so full. You never real had any luck when it came to relationship, your last one had been a complete disaster and had left you completely and utterly heartbroken but with Chris you knew it would be different.

Slowly, Chris pulled away from you as you caught your breath, his forehead resting against your and he gently stroked your cheek, a smile spread on his lips.

"This is even better than I imagined..." You muttered and you clearly saw Chris's smile turn into a proud smirk. "Don't even." You added, pointing at him making him chuckle.

"Oh, come on, you knew I would say something the moment you said that." Chris snorted, dropping a small kiss on your lips. "But it is better than I imagined it too to be honest. Like a lot better."

You chuckled and shook your head as Chris let out a loud yawn.

"Come on, let's go to bed. We can do that as much as we want tomorrow but right now you need your sleep."

"Good idea."

Chris pulled on your hand, linking his fingers with you and he led you to your bedroom where he settled back under the cover. As soon as you did the same on your side, he pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and you closed your eyes.

"Good night." You whispered, kissing his bearded jaw and letting out a content and happy sigh.

"Night beautiful."

Barely a few seconds later Chris's breath had slowed down and you knew he was fast asleep. You took a few minutes to look at him his relaxed face and you couldn’t help but smile. You still had no clue how you got lucky enough to have him feel the same way about you that you did about him and a part of you wondered if you weren’t actually dreaming. All of Chris's exes were beautiful, smart and successful women which is why you never thought he would ever be interested in you. You were successful but you didn't think you were half as beautiful or smart as those women. But somehow, by some kind of luck, here you were, wrapped in the arm of your best friend and the man you loved so deeply. Slowly, you drifted to sleep curled up against your man, feeling happy and relaxed.

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