#blue x hacker

[asukamood]

Finch Needs A Raise

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This post is part of the Bad things happen series.

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Flirts x 2 = Mess, the sequel

WARNINGS: Suggestive (Because of Blue and Hacker), referenced sexual activities, referenced violence

Ships: Past Hue (Hacker x Blue [They still act fruity though ahem]), Hinch (Hacker x Finch, in progress at least) and Drueswap (Dream x Blue)

Synopsis: “I... don’t think I wanted to hear any of that.” He could not help but confess aloud, interrupting Hacker’s shouts of ‘Unbelievable!’ at the end of Blue’s tale. Both Devil’s spawns turned toward him in mild surprise like they had just noticed that he has been standing there the whole time.

Hacker was the first to react. “Oh? You are still here Finch?”

“I have been here.” He corrected, the slightest hint of desperation in his voice. “I cannot leave, this is a part of my job.” He continued rambling as the other two looked at each other amused. “W h y?” His voice broke, feeling the little patience he had left crumbling and being stepped on.

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One good thing about being the CEO of Justice Reigns’ partner is that you were allowed anywhere you would like in the headquarters of said organization. If someone ever tried to stop Blue from going somewhere without an apparent reason, like undergoing an experiment in the science division, then another would pull that person away by the elbow, explaining to them just what they had done in a hushed tone.

Blue found it quite amusing how their mildly annoyed eyes would immediately revert to horrified ones once they were told just who he was to Dream. To entertain himself a bit more, he would usually cross his arms in a fake annoyance and raise an irritated eyebrow at the person.

It was enjoyable to see them freak out and apologize profusely for the entire division. He would usually keep said face until he walked away enough to be able to snicker without being noticed.

Not like anyone would have the guts to say anything to him.

So here he was, waltzing through the corridors of the Justice Reigns' dungeons as guards exchange nervous glances with one another at each step Blue takes further into the domain.

He was planning to leave once he had had enough with giving Dream’s subordinates heart attacks but just as he was about to take the exit, his eyes locked onto a familiar face behind bars. He froze, blinking, before walking toward the cells.

He vaguely heard gasps of dread leaving the guards who hurried after him, most definitely to ask him to step back. He could not blame them for that reaction since most of the criminals kept here were extremely dangerous, even life threatening in some cases.

But the one he had just spotted here was nothing short of harmless. In fact, Blue even suspected that there was more chance he would hurt himself instead of the target when trying to punch someone.

“Hacker?” He called and the latter’s eyes lit up, snapping back into focus. The way he looked so dozed off earned just the tiniest tug of worry in Blue’s heart. Though that concern was quickly shoved down when said person’s pupils almost turned into stars when he recognized him before he jumped to his feet to jog to the other.

“Blue! I missed you so—Wait, what are you doing here??” His excitement quickly morphed into confusion as he scanned his wrists searching for any handcuffs. When there were not, he looked up to his eyes again with a blank stare. “... Who did you scam?”

Blue let out a dramatic offended gasp, his expression turning upset. “I did not scam anyone, I am a model citizen, mind you.” The guards who were following him earlier stopped as they watched the scene unfold in utter confusion before they all collectively decided to leave this whole ordeal for Finch to deal with, who was posted somewhere near.

Hacker raised an eyebrow at that but did not comment further onto the matter. “If you didn’t do that then why are you here?” He checked his wrists again. “You don’t look like you’ve been arrested either.”

Blue chuckled. “I rizzed up the head.” He said, the smug look on his face speaking volumes of how proud he was about that. Hacker’s facial expression was tainted by confusion.

“The hea--” Before realization hit him and his jaw was left wide open as he stared incredulously at the man in front of him. “DREAM VON LICHT?!” The shout echoed through the dungeons and several criminals flinched at the sudden noise, turning toward the origin. Finch, who was still posted nearby, winced, a hand covering his ear as he glared daggers into Hacker’s head.

Said person did not seem to notice or care about the attention he was getting, preferring to pass his hands through the bars, ignoring the electrical shock that was sent right through his body before he put his hands on Blue’s shoulders. “ARE YOU FOR REAL? I WAS JOKING LAST TIME!”

Blue laughed at his reaction before swatting his hands away from him, warning him not to injure himself further with the electrical shots. “I wouldn’t be here if I was joking, would I?” His best friend was still processing the information.

Once he finally did, he looked at Blue in a certain way that only the two of them could. “Soo...” He got closer to the bars again as he prolonged the syllable. “How big is he?”

Behind them, Finch’s face lost all colors. He prayed for every god he could think of that surely Blue was not going to answer him, surely, he would get to stay ignorant of that information for the rest of his life.

However, the gods did not look toward him and the only warning he got to prepare himself mentally was his boss’s boyfriend chuckling before a number left his lips. Hacker registered the information before giggling in his hand like a high-school girl talking about her crush before he wiggled his eyebrows at the other causing him to laugh.

“Good to know, although I need to know what happened exactly.” He sat on his cell’s bed with his legs crossed like he was participating in some kind of sleepover. “I want every. Single. Detail.”

Blue tapped his chin in thought. “Hm, sorry baby, you’re going to have to wait for it.”

Hacker let out an offended gasp, eyes wide with betrayal. “WHAT? WHY??” He sounded so genuinely hurt that Finch found himself thinking that they should implement a sort of mental hospital facility for delusional criminals like that, if only to make their job easier.

Blue clicked his tongue before crossing his arms around his chest, looking at the criminal with the kind of look one would expect to see on an adult’s face explaining something obvious to a child. “Because it would feel more satisfying that way, don’t you trust me?”

Hacker pouted before letting out a sigh of defeat. “Fiiiine but at least tell me something interesting, I’ve been dying of boredom here no one talks to meee...” He whined dramatically, slumping onto his bed.

Blue chuckled but acquiesced, nonetheless. “Very well, but let me tell you this, you are so not ready to hear it.”

His interest piqued, Hacker sat up again, having never seemed more concentrated than now.

“S p e a k.”

“Well, do you remember the coworker I told you about last time? Veronica?” Hacker nodded eagerly, seeming hooked to his words.

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After hearing their conversation, Finch was starting to think that the World War II he had suffered through during his childhood in his home universe was not as bad as whatever kind of dystopian dialog between evil (shameless) entities he had the misfortune of witnessing.

“I... don’t think I wanted to hear any of that.” He could not help but confess aloud, interrupting Hacker’s shouts of ‘Unbelievable!’ at the end of Blue’s tale. Both Devil’s spawns turned toward him in mild surprise like they had just noticed that he has been standing there the whole time.

Hacker was the first to react. “Oh? You are still here Finch?”

“I have been here.” He corrected, the slightest hint of desperation in his voice. “I cannot leave, this is a part of my job.” He continued rambling as the other two looked at each other amused. “W h y?” His voice broke, feeling the little patience he had left crumbling and being stepped on.

Blue shrugged, a smile on his face. “Why not?”

“What is wrong with you two?!” He would have felt bad for reacting that way in any normal circumstances but listening to their horrifying conversation must have stripped him of at least half of his remaining lifespan because of how traumatizing it was. As the captain of the Justice Division, he was paid well, so well in fact one could even qualify him as wealthy. However, even if he were to sacrifice his entire salary for therapy, he doubted it would be enough to heal him properly.

“My last name is Chicago, what do you think? It makes sense that my parents were so neglectful man.” Hacker said absently.

Blue scoffed in amusement, letting the sentence ‘isn’t your last name Bradford?’ die on his tongue. “Imagine having parents, couldn’t be me.”

“Why need those when you already have a ‘daddy’?” He snickered at his own joke as he winked at Blue, who choked, his eyes wide with shock. It quickly morphed into laughter though as he wheezed, using the wall as a support to keep him from falling.

Meanwhile, Finch’s face had lost all color, his eyes lifeless as he contemplated everything that happened before leading to this very event. An image of Dream flashed in his mind, and he flinched slightly, expression starting to become a horrified one as he wondered just how he was supposed to face his superior ever again after hearing something like this.

Seeing his reaction, Hacker laughed even harder.

“Oh, come on Finch, you do not need to look so traumatized! It is funny!” If there were no bars between him and Finch, there was no doubt that he would have smacked his back.

“This is torture.” He corrected with the same strangled voice, making both men let out another chuckle.

Blue wiped out a tear that had started to form between his irregular breaths before he calmed down to be able to form a coherent sentence. “By the way, I meant to ask...” He turned toward Hacker again who cocked his head to the side. “How are you back here? I thought you had managed to go out?”

“...” Hacker let out a nervous chuckle.

“... Seriously?” The unimpressed look Blue gave him spurred him into action.

“It’s not my fault if I can’t stop...” He grumbled under his breath. “I’ve been trying to, but it never works I always end up doing it again...”

The other shook his head in amusement. “It’s the gay in you doing that.” He stopped and his smile fell. “Well, as much as I like talking to you it must be time for me to go.”

The other’s smile fell as well, his eyebrows furrowed. “Right, can’t you come see me often?”

“I will try of course but while you are relatively harmless...” He turned to look at another prisoner, the latter having their eyes set onto them all this entire time. “...Most people in that area aren’t.”

Hacker nodded, still seeming quite upset. “Yeah, I get it.”

Blue stared at his sulking expression before sighing, approaching and flicking Hacker’s forehead through the bars. The latter yelped, blinking as he put a hand on the affected area. “I will still try to come by, pook pook. Stop making that face.”

The latter smiled again. “Thank you, cutie pie. It is appreciated.”

Blue motioned for Hacker to get closer again and Finch watched with wide eyes as the former suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on the corner of the other’s lips.

“I’ll miss you pookie!” Hacker waved before his hands bent to form a heart. Blue reciprocated the signs before walking away and disappearing around the corner.

“I... I am so confused.” Finch breathed out, making the criminal raise an eyebrow.

“About what?” He cocked his head to the side again, looking genuinely confused.

“What are you two??” Finch vaguely wondered if he should let Dream know about what he had just witnessed. But then again... a flashback of Hacker asking Blue how big the former was enough to halt the idea completely.

Unaware of the internal conflict, Hacker simply replied that they were best friends. “I guess you could say that we are exes too but our feelings for each other are totally platonic. We just flirt with each other because we find that funny. Plus...” He smirked at him. “It gives us inspiration to flirt with you two.”

Finch growled, his middle finger standing up. “Of course, you two would agree on something like that.”

“You’re so mean.” He dramatically sobbed as he faceplanted against his pillow.

Finch left after that, regretting every decision he had made until now.

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"Next"

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This oneshot is a little different from most I've posted, its not the usual concepts I'd say.

Allow me to introduce you to the ✨️Informant au✨️

Basically an au where I merged Blue's old canon occupation with the current canon one, a lot of thought has gone into this I despise anything that opposes canon so I can promise that the au's make-up is as accurate as I could possibly make it.

Without further rambling, I hope you enjoy ✨️

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Sypnosis:It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted.

Word count: 2.2k

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Blue’s head was pounding.

Mere moments- hours ago he was simply on a walk. His bird was resting, he had just finished cleaning his house and found himself staring up at the ceiling, mind blank with nothing to do. He didn’t have anywhere in mind to go to, nor was there really anyone he found himself tempted to b̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ speak to, the silence was irritating but talking to himself felt stupider than he’d like.

After more contemplation, the man decided going for a breath of fresh air wouldn’t hurt anyone, he’d get to go out and walk around, entertaining himself and getting enough of a distraction to shut his brain up temporarily.

The park was oddly empty, much to his dismay, but it wasn’t something he could fix. The sounds of people talking could always be replaced with music, so that was exactly what he did.

What Blue failed to consider was the significance of that emptiness. He didn’t pay as much attention to the shadows moving around as he should have, the rustling of the bushes brushed off simply as just wind.H̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶, h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶i̶s̶t̶e̶n̶e̶d̶.

Lurking, following him not long behind were some old..familiar faces.

Ones he never planned to cross again for sure, but it seemed like life had different plans.

If it didn’t, he would’ve never found himself in this situation at all. Perhaps it was the music in his ears masking the footsteps, o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶i̶s̶a̶s̶s̶o̶c̶i̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ d̶e̶a̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ r̶e̶c̶e̶n̶t̶l̶y̶, but it was too late to do anything by the time he realized who was on his trail.

The moment they noticed he caught onto their plans, they seemed to stop bothering to hide. Blue did little to stop what he knew was soon to follow.

The men were from a gang he had an..unfortunate encounter with some time ago.

That recklessness was mainly what led him to his current predicament, tied to a chair, watched like a prey waiting to be devoured. To say he didn’t know the reason he was there would be a lie, but his body hurt too much to care. They probably drugged him to loosen his tongue again didn’t they?

The brunette didn’t have too much time to ponder about that, his head was clear enough to process the click of the door. The blond in front of him was exactly who he’d expected, it wasn’t much of a surprise he’d rather make a ‘dramatic entrance’ than simply wait for him to wake up, though.

Despite the pain all over him, he noted that was still relatively unharmed. Probably part of the other one’s orders, their deal never truly ended after all.

Neither of them spoke a word as Colton looked into his eyes, all others previously standing around hung left the moment he stepped into the room. Whether they were dismissed or if it was also another part of his orders, Blue didn’t care enough to think about the answer nor did he listen enough to really tell.

Despite not being the leader of this gang, Colton still held power over everyone. As the son of the boss, his words were not to be refused. The members trusted him, those who didn’t faced consequences. It was simply how things worked. It didn’t matter what they thought or wanted, the final say was his.

Nobody was foolish enough to disobey or look for loopholes, until Blue came along, that was. Up until then, he was in ultimate control. The original reason they crossed paths to begin with was quite clear, but in classic fashion, Blue found himself a multitude of loopholes. Unlike most others, he didn’t hesitate in exploiting them, gaining himself complete freedom and safety in exchange for information.

It was a good deal they had, he wouldn’t need to participate in anything and Colton would ensure his safety as long as the other man got the information he wanted. It may have sounded unfair, seeing Blue got protection and had no real ties to the gang. His hands were left clean, c̶l̶e̶a̶n̶ a̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ f̶o̶r̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ w̶h̶o̶ p̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ h̶i̶s̶ b̶r̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ t̶o̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶e̶a̶t̶h̶, and he got complete freedom only in exchange for some intel! Easy for someone like him.

O̶r̶, i̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ g̶o̶o̶d̶ u̶p̶ u̶n̶t̶i̶l̶ t̶h̶e̶ d̶a̶y̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ s̶t̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ r̶e̶s̶p̶o̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶, a̶t̶ l̶e̶a̶s̶t̶. S̶i̶n̶c̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶n̶, t̶h̶e̶y̶'v̶e̶ k̶e̶p̶t̶ t̶a̶b̶s̶ o̶n̶ h̶i̶m̶. H̶e̶ s̶a̶w̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶a̶y̶ p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶e̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ s̶e̶n̶t̶ t̶o̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶ h̶i̶m̶, k̶e̶e̶p̶ t̶r̶a̶c̶k̶ o̶f̶ h̶i̶s̶ a̶c̶t̶i̶v̶i̶t̶y̶, r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ t̶o̶ s̶t̶r̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ d̶e̶t̶e̶r̶m̶i̶n̶e̶d̶ h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ d̶o̶i̶n̶g̶ a̶n̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ e̶n̶d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶.

Their breaths being the only sound in the room made his ears ring, though fortunately it seemed like Colton planned to change that soon. Backing away from him, the other straightened his back without cutting off eye contact, it looked like he still wanted to try uncovering all it was that made up Blue. He always found it funny, the way the other would try to intimidate him by trying to make himself look like an equal, like he could read him similar to a book when they both knew that was something that would never work.

“So” he began, “do you know why you’re here, or do you need someone to spell it out for you?” If the man sounded irritated with him before, it paled in comparison to his current attitude.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to elaborate? It’s been a long time since we met you know, I’m in an awful lot of pain and your lakeys weren’t gentle with me either” Blue drew out. They both knew that was a lie, but it was a natural part of the game they’ve long since known to play.

“Recently, one of our most important spies was discovered,” the blond answered. “She was ambushed by a soldier sent by the Justice Reigns minutes after we had her go out”

“And that links with me how? Did you just want to see me agai-”

Teasing the other in hopes of distracting him was a bad choice, Blue was aware of that. The sounds of a gun being loaded graced his ears, though fear remained dormant. This was merely another intimidation tactic, he was too important to simply kill and it would get too much attention if he disappeared at random, especially now of all times.

“Cut the shit. You are the only person who could have known she was there at all, so tell me, what have you been telling that new boyfriend of yours?” he spat.

Blue raised a brow, feigning confusion before it ‘clicked’ in his head. Colton was only getting angrier as time passed.

“Ah, Dream! No no, you misunderstand really. I didn’t know she was there at all, this is all news to me he must have simply sensed her presence and sent someone, Ink is good at following trails after all” he winked.

“I never told you who it was”

“Even a toddler could make a guess and get it right, there are only two people he would trust with something like this and only a spy can take out another without drawing attention don’t you think?”

With that, Colton went silent, seemingly considering something new. Whenever they spoke, he tended to do this if he felt cornered. When Blue disproved everything he suspected in seconds, all of his defenses fell knowing this was someone he couldn’t play to his will.

Not like others, where simple words got to their heads, made them believe he held them truly dear, that he gave a single damn about them in any form. It was entertaining, an addicting play for the man, but despite how beneficial it was for him, how easy it was the first time, he could never replicate it on Blue.

A shame, he’d have been just as, if not more useful if making him stay was just that easy. Colton didn’t doubt that they’d have gotten along if they both agreed to stay, extraordinary talents simply tend to gravitate to each other eventually.

I̶f̶ t̶h̶e̶ o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ o̶n̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ w̶h̶e̶n̶ h̶e̶ g̶o̶t̶ t̶h̶e̶ c̶h̶a̶n̶c̶e̶, w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ B̶l̶u̶e̶ p̶l̶o̶t̶t̶i̶n̶g̶?̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ w̶a̶s̶ h̶e̶ p̶l̶a̶n̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶a̶d̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ s̶t̶a̶y̶?̶ h̶e̶ c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ l̶e̶f̶t̶ f̶a̶r̶ s̶o̶o̶n̶e̶r̶, h̶e̶ w̶a̶s̶ m̶o̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶a̶n̶ c̶a̶p̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ o̶f̶ e̶n̶d̶i̶n̶g̶ e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶e̶m̶ i̶n̶ a̶ m̶o̶m̶e̶n̶t̶, b̶u̶t̶ s̶o̶ w̶e̶r̶e̶ t̶h̶e̶y̶ a̶b̶l̶e̶ t̶o̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶ h̶i̶s̶ l̶i̶f̶e̶ a̶n̶d̶ s̶i̶l̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ h̶i̶m̶ f̶o̶r̶e̶v̶e̶r̶. A̶ s̶h̶a̶m̶e̶ h̶e̶ s̶e̶e̶m̶e̶d̶ t̶o̶ a̶l̶r̶e̶a̶d̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶o̶u̶n̶t̶ f̶o̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶, i̶n̶v̶o̶l̶v̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶o̶s̶t̶ i̶m̶p̶o̶r̶t̶a̶n̶t̶ f̶i̶g̶u̶r̶e̶ i̶n̶ t̶h̶e̶ m̶u̶l̶t̶i̶v̶e̶r̶s̶e̶.

“If not you, then who? what are you planning”

Simple, straight forward, plain.

Everything Blue expected from him.

“I’m not planning on anything? Why would I do that?” He shrugged. Well, as much as one could when bound down by ropes.

“The only reason I have kept you alive is because you’re useful, it’s just as easy to find someone else who could do the exact same things you do even better so lying and playing this stupid game of yours is a bad idea. I’ve warned you before and this is the last ti-”

“Except you won’t.”

At being cut off, Colton only paused and glared daggers into the other, seemingly daring him to continue.

“You won’t kill me because you know that it’s not that simple, you know that my death is too inconvenient for you now, too hard to fake”

Silence.

Saying that Blue didn’t enjoy the way the other looked when out of options would be a lie, when control was stripped from him and manipulation failed. Without his two most important defenses, his shield fell apart like a house of cards.

For someone meant to be scary, Blue had grown to find him closer to funny.

He was smart, he’d give him that much, but people weren’t his strong suit. W̶h̶a̶t̶ h̶y̶p̶o̶c̶r̶i̶s̶y̶, i̶t̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶s̶ o̶n̶e̶ t̶o̶ k̶n̶o̶w̶ o̶n̶e̶. Growing up in a gang, pressure to be like this from your only parent to prove yourself worthy enough to take his place does that to a man. Not much to dwell on, though, it was his own fault he succumbed to this. If not, then his sister must have been a saint to not fall to the same fate.

That sweet child- Blue had only crossed Camille twice, but it was enough for him to know this was not the place for her. Well, not like it was fit for any kid her age- but that wasn’t something in his control. She’ll get herself out with some assistance, but he wasn’t needed there.

He wasn't really surprised by the way this encounter transpired, seeing the real head of the group wasn't present made things a lot easier for him. For all he puts up, the one in front of him was quite easy to get to. Although that may just be because of how simple it was to get past his walls, a jaded man but not like those types ever posed any issues.

Blue may have been the first person that came to his mind when trying to discern what gave them away, but it was just as likely he wouldn’t be the last.

They had many enemies who wanted to run them into the ground no matter the cost, anyway.

“If the point of this entire show you’ve put up was to blame me for ratting you out, I’m afraid you worked this hard for nothing. I’m sure you’ve figured I want nothing to do with you anymore?”

The blond’s gaze burned holes into his head once again, but Blue ignored him as he had every other time before.

“If you suspect someone to have done so, you and I both know where you should be looking instead” he carried on, “or maybe, it wasn’t an outer source at all”

“Continue.”

Colton’s voice was demanding, threatening, impatient. If it were anyone else, this conversation would have been long over, but unfortunately it still was not.

“You know, I’ve been hearing things”

The other tapped his foot.

“She could have done that herself. At least, that's what a fool may think. The ones you send to watch me are not as discreet as you want them to be, they are not as dedicated as they want you to believe”

“What are you insinuating”

Another way to say ‘choose your next words carefully before I run your head into the ground’, lovely.

“I simply mean that the one who caused this may be closer to you than you think.”

“Something- someone, has infiltrated us?”

Ah, he didn’t consider that, did he? Blue could laugh if not for the increasing tension.

“All I have to add is instead of accusing me of getting her killed, you should be worrying about whether or not I am next”

Bringing attention to his previous involvement with them was unwise, it put both their lives on the line. The brunette relished watching how the other’s expression fell as he desperately tried to piece together a plan, thinking of every possible suspect. That kind of thing was always left to him, the shorter unable to do that kind of thing very well, hard to blame him when all he knew was to dispose of people on the spot and then think, but oh well.

The distraction finally allowed him to untie the knot positioned right above his hands. Terrible craftsmanship, he must say.

His wrists burned by this point, adding to just how uncomfortable he felt in his body at that moment though for a different reason than usual, for once.

He dug his own grave getting involved with this group of individuals, but he will not let them take him to it.

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No, Camille isn't a canon character. No, she doesn't have much plot relevance, Asuka and I thought Colton needed more to his family dynamic and its beneficial for writing purposes so we decided to have her exist only as a plot device. Noooothing more-

[harveywritings92]

[Soap meets Orphan’s bodyguard and partner Smoke and the two share a drink while watching Ghost and Orphan talk at a pub.]

Soap: Man, Ghost and Orphan have been spending a lot of time together.

Smoke: I don't like it. He is not good enough for Miss Ivy.

Soap: But they seem happy together.

Smoke: He is a bad influence and he is taking advantage of her because she is young and naive..... and delicate.

Soap, looks at him like he’s grown six heads: Delicate? She killed ten men with an 8ball tied to a bungie cord! 

Smoke, choked up: She’s a precious flower.

[applesauce-drawz]

I love my Scrumblios 😔

[colorspoem]

★⇣ˀˀ䕽! 👕🔜 𖡎 ༘⋆ 𑈤𝗲̼Ꮚ Ꮘ𝗈ᩨន𝕥 ᝐ鼺 〰︎٭🍊˚

✼◌⁒ ༚°⸌🩸🧣💻⸍ 𝕷𝕚𝗸ᦕᩨ ✿ ᥰᩚᧉ𝗯𝗹☹︎❡ ꒷ֺ꒦ֹ꒷⁕꫶໋🧩｡⟢ꕤ͝.⭒۟🎺ᝪ!ミ 𝕮𖦹𝗹oᥰᩚʂ Ҩ 𑄹 ^⭒˚ #♥︎ 舞✿𖠣ꊞ..

[starryelem]

least fav dreamswap ship??

I think it’s obvious I hate any romantic ship that involves Bobby but that aside I think I hate Finch and Hacker with Error and Blue coming in close.

[unagidevi]

West x Icterid?

*demonic laughter*

Welcome to my AskBox Elem! I know youve asked before but i didnt expect you to ask about west and icterid when we both havent introduced West yet lmao

West is a shared character of elem and mine. But hes mostly Elems character. Icterid is mine. They are basically a duo.

West has a little brother and Elem says hes a savage but i dont think we've decided on a name yet

Little backstory for newcomers, Icterid is a paintedwings/Fink(FinchxInk) shipchild with West as a Bluecode/Bluetooth(HackerxBlue).

Theres more shipkids of cracked ships we made but im waiting to figure out two of the kids designs and Elem draws and explains the other one.

Just so you know, the shipkids I speak of, these are the ships: swrrormare , lustxdream(still thinking of the name, maybe Cupidsarrow?), Bluetooth/Bluecode and lastly Fink/Paintedwings.

These as mentioned are bluetooth and paintedwings so heres west and icterid!

West is an obsessed bastard and icterid ends up injuring him quite a bit but he always comds running back like the lovestruck bitch he is(no offense)

Icterid and Him ended up getting together but before that, the name Nelson is one of two twins from swrrormare. Nelson and Icterid used to be partnees but Nelson would always ditch the other and leave him alone.

One scene i wrote and talked about with Elem was basically explaining about Icterid being sickly on his birthday and he expected Nelson to keep his word. Visiting and comforting him, but that doesnt end up happening and he finds a picture on instagram of the guy with (Twin 2) at the bar quite a few blocks away. Icterid acted up and then ended up getting a message from Finch saying happy birthday and has a present for him. Now West plays a major part becauss he got Icterid the gift and gave it to Finch to give to Icterid.

Just a bit a building and boom! Nelson and Icterids relationship in a nutshell, then with West and Icterid there relationship slowly builds.

Aswell as, if you guys want me to write a Ao3 story on this entire group i can do it. Just let me know!

[lightasthesun]

Comprehensive Lexicon Guide for First-Time SW Fic Readers:

Flimsi/Flimsiplast = Paper

Flimsiwork/Datawork = Paperwork

Stylus = Pen

Datapad = Tablet

Comlink/Comm = Communication Device/Phone

Binders = Handcuffs

Chronometer = Clock

Spectacles = Eyeglasses

Chrono = Watch

Conservator = Refrigerator

Caf = Coffee

Nerfburger = Hamburger

Blue milk = Milk (literally blue)

Hubba chips = French Fries

Sweet roll = Doughnut

Flatcakes = Pancakes

Tabac = Tobacco

HoloNet = World Wide Web

Holovision/HoloTV = Television

Holodrama/Holovids = Movie/Videos

Holocamera/Holocam = Camera

Holomap = three-dimensional map

Holojournal = Newspaper

Holocube = Picture frame

Holotable = Projector

Holoscanner = X-ray machine

Holojournalist = Reporter

Flatholo/Holograph = Photograph

Sonic Damper = Active Noise Cancellation

Refresher/Fresher= Bathroom

Sonic Bath = Bath

Sanisteam/Sonic shower = Waterless Shower

Hydrospanner = Wrench

Hydro Flask = Water Bottle

Power Cell/Energy Cell = Batteries

Authorization Chip = Decryption key

Datatape = Disk

Datastick = Flash drive

(Personal) Com Code = Phone number

Datachip = SD Card

Synthflesh = Synthetic skin

Glowrod = Flashlight

Sparkstick = Match

Slugthrower = Gun

Slug = Bullet

Vibroblade = a blade that can vibrate at high frequencies, increasing its cutting power and penetrating ability (tactical knife)

Rangefinder = Rifle scope

Turbolaser = Cannon

Ion pike/Vibropike = Spear

Electro Staff = Stun baton

Blaster = Pistol/Rifle

Stun Blaster = similar to a Taser

Landspeeder/Airspeeder/Speeder = Car

Turbolift = Elevator

Slideramp = Escalator

Starfighter = Fighter jet

Rotorcraft = Helicopter

Hoverpack/Jetpack= Jet pack

Speeder Bike = Motorcycle

Skylane = Traffic lane

Railspeeder/Hovertrain = Train

Power Chair/Hoverchair= Wheelchair

Windscreen = Windshield

Podracing = Car racing

Dejarik = Chess

Sabacc = Poker and Blackjack combined

Galactic Rebels = Combat simulator

B'shingh = Dungeons and dragons

Jizz = Jazz music

Wailer = Singer (ie. Jizz Wailer)

Cantina = Bar or Pup

Para Sailing = Paragliding

Aurebesh = Alphabet

Credits = Money

Sleeping Pallet = Bedroll

Naming Day = Birthday

Youngling = Child

Galactic Basic Standard/ Basic = English

Medkit/Medpac = First aid kit

Hypo = Syringe

Medic/Healer = Doctor

Medcenter = Hospital

Bactapatch = Bandaid

Nanoweave = Fabric

Transparisteel = Glass

Plastifoam = Packing material

Durasteel = Steel

Plasteel = Plastic

Duracrete = Concrete

Slicer = Hacker (slicing = hacking)

Identikit = Passport

Minder = Therapist

Synthleather = Vinyl

Viewport = Window

Cooling Unit = Air-conditioning

Honeydarter = Bee

Slythmonger = Drugdealer

Spice = Drugs

Stimpill = Caffeine pill

Power Socket = Plug

Cutters = Scissors

Cycle = Day

Standard Cycle = 24h

Standard Week = 5 days

Standard Month = 35 standard days

Standard Year = approx. ten months

Tenday = literally ten days

Cigarras/Smokes = Cigarettes

Click = Kilometer or 'a moment'

Parsec = a unit of distance

Tweezers/Clanker/tin head/tinnie = Droid

Separatist = Seppie

Promise Ring = Wedding Ring

Body Glove = Jumpsuit

Slicksuit = Wet suit

Civvies = Civilian clothing

Carbonite = a metal alloy used to freeze a person in a state of hibernation

Hyperdrive = device that allows a starship to travel faster than lightspeed

Moisture vaporator = device that can extract water from the air, commonly used on tatooine

Glareshades = Sunglasses

Gasser = Gas Oven

Repulsorlift = technology that can create an anti-gravity field and is used for levitating heavy objects

Heating unit = Heater

Utility Droid = Roomba

Sunbonnet = a Clone trooper helmet

Bad Batcher = a defective Clone Trooper

Banthabrain = birdbrain/ a stupid person

Bantha fodder = waste of space/nonsense

Blast! = word of exclamation

Blasted! = s.o in anger or annoyance

Blaster-brained = dimwitted

Blaster fodder = cannon fodder

Blast off = Piss off

Brainless = Stupid

Bug/Bugger = used to refer to Geonosians

Forceforsaken = godforsaken

Full of Poodoo = full of shit

Poodoo = Shit

Kriff = Fuck

Jedi scum = derogatory term for jedi

Kark = derogatory expletive

Larty = LAAT/i gunship

Laserbrain = insult

Meat droid = derogatory term for Clone Troopers

Redrobes = Palpatines guard

Rookie/Shinie = newly recruited Trooper

Scum = insult to refer to bounty hunters/rebels

Sharpie = Sharp-witted

Sithspawn/Sithspit/Hellspawn! = expletive

Sleemo = Slimeball

Son of a bantha = insult

Wizard! = Cool

Spaced = dead

Hutt-spawn = Bastard

Karabast = exclamation of dismay

Stang = Crap

Buckethead/Bucketbrain = derogatory term for Stormtroopers

Bucket = Helmet

Nat-born = Natural Born

Roger Roger = affirmative/copy that

Droid poppers = EMP grenade

Sitrep = short for situation report

Backwater Planet = any planet that isn't part of the core system

Holocron = device that can project a three-dimensional image of a person/object and is used for communication or entertainment.

Kessel Run = a risky Operation. Commonly used as a metaphor in impossible situations.

Thermal Detonator= device that can create a powerful explosion like a grenade or bomb

Ray Shield/Energy Shield = creates a (protective) barrier

Rebreather = device that allows a person to breathe underwater or in toxic environments

Phrases:

Wild goose chase = wild bantha chase

That's bantha shit = that's bullshit

As slippery as a greased Dug = untrustworthy

Credit for your thoughts = penny for your thoughts

Cut the poodoo = cut the crap

to get your gills in a twist = get upset about something

Holy mother of meteors = holy mother of god

Oh my skies/ Oh my stars = exclamation of surprise

Stars' end! = exclamation of disbelief

What in the blue blazes = exclamation

When Geonosis freezes over/When it snows on tatooine = extremely unlikely

Who pissed in your power supply = who pissed you off

Blast it = damn it

By the maker = exclamation of surprise

Great karking Dragon = expression of disbelief

Lothcat got your tongue = equivalent of 'cat got your tongue?'

Sod it = expression of frustration

[lovegalor333]

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

woman crush wednesday (paige x reader) (next part)

summary: paige is asked who her celebrity crush is on instagram live and you’re pleasantly surprised when she responds with your name

content warnings: none!

inspired by this request from @rizzlerbuckets 🌟

“You have to see this, Y/N.” Your best friend exclaimed as she joined you in your kitchen where you were making dinner for the both of you.

You glance up from the stove to see her phone in her hand outstretched in your direction. There’s a video playing and from what you can see, it’s a screen recording of an Instagram live. The are two girls in the frame and they look like they’re in a dorm room.

“What is this? Who are they?” You ask confused, turning your attention back to the steak you were frying in a pan.

“They’re basketball players, just watch.” She insists, pushing her phone closer to your face.

You turn your gaze to the video and do as your best friend says. You watch the girls on screen as they read through the comments they were getting. They would laugh every now and then and you found yourself entranced by the blonde and the way her eyes scrunched at the sides when she smiled.

Your best friend turns up the volume of her phone and watches you closely with raised brows.

“OK OK! This is a good question whos your celebrity crush?” The girl with the braids directs to her friend next to her.

The blonde girl ponders for all of three seconds, “This is easy.” She grins and you’re expecting the usual response of one of the many famous men that most girls pine over. Channing Tatum, Michael B Jordan, Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Vinnie Hacker, Jude Bellingham and you’re not sure why your best friend wanted you to watch this so bad. Until you hear her answer and it’s none of the names you imagined, it’s not even a man. It’s you.

“She’s bad bad.” The blonde continues, “And she sings. What more could you ask for?”

“Damn OK, someones down bad.” Her friend teases, “Y/N, if you’re watching this, let my girl Paige here take you on a date.” You laugh because you imagined the girls never would have thought you’d actually watch this video but, little do they know, your best is chronically online and sees everything that’s posted about you. Of course, she picks and chooses what she shares with you but you’re secretly glad this video made it through her vetting process.

“How old is this girl?” You ask cautiously before making any further comments.

“I’ll Google!” Your best friend chimes, tapping away at her phone. “Twenty two.” She clarifies, the same age as you.

“And she’s still in college?” You ask.

“It says here she was injured for the majority of two seasons so she was eligible to redshirt. She goes to University of Connecticut.” Your best friend explains, probably reading through Wikipedia.

You and your best friend discuss Paige over dinner, scrolling through her various social media accounts. Now you knew her age, you had no problem voicing how you felt about her. “She’s hot.” You say as her most recent TikTok plays on a loop.

Not only was she blonde, which was historically your type, but she had the most beautiful blue eyes that could draw you in, even through a screen. She played basketball, so of course she was tall but the way she carried herself so confidently and purposeful had you in a chokehold. Her muscular body, that she had no problem showing off, had your heart rate spiking each time she flexed her biceps in videos that now flooded your For You Page.

“Well, you know where Connecticut isn’t far from? New York.” Your best friend says, “And where are we? NEW YORK!” She triumphs as if you hadn’t already been able to come to that conclusion yourself.

“I’m messaging her.” You announce, opening Instagram and searching for Paiges name.

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know, something flirty.” You reply, fingers hovering over your keyboard as you think.

“Picture of your mommy milkers?” Your best friend says and you laugh at her suggestion, “No! Not yet, anyway.”

You type out a message before deleting it and you finally land on,

heard you wanted to take me on a date?

Paige is quick to reply, you’ve barely put your phone down before it pings.

hahah you saw the live?

im embarrassed

dont be, im flattered

and wondering where you’re taking me

You cringe at your boldness but the send the message anyway. Paige was hot and she clearly thought you were too so what was the harm in having some fun?

are you busy right now?

wow, you don’t waste any time

not for the date darling, call me

Paige sends you her number and you press call, anxiously waiting for her to answer. When she does, her voice is smoky and sweet and your brows raise at her tone and you excuse yourself to your bedroom, leaving your best friend grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.

You and Paige chatted for longer than you realise and you find yourself giggling like a teenager at her words. It’s almost midnight when Paiges words become softer and slower, “It’s late. I should let you go.” You say not wanting to keep her up.

“Or you could stay on the phone and sing me to sleep.” She quips, earning another giggle from you.

“Let’s save that for another time. When I’m actually there and you can feel my breath on your neck.” You drawl.

You hear a sharp in take of breath, “Don’t play.” Paige says lowly.

“Goodnight Paige.” You giggle, satisfied with her flustered response.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊✧˚ · .

a/n: just a short one but this was actually really fun to write! hope u enjoy 💋 vinnie hacker mention because p is never escaping that 😭

[leth-writes]

Yandere! Batfam x Poor! Hacker! Reader

The first thing you noticed when you approached your apartment, arms laden with groceries, was the sleek, black car parked in front. This was unusual; you were in a neighborhood where a car like this would get its tires stolen.

As you entered the lobby, you spotted the elderly lady that lived upstairs. 

She was shaking like a leaf, face teary and pale, and her whispy hair was hanging loosely around her face like she had been running her hand through it.

“Oh dear, oh no!” She sobbed upon spotting you.

“What's wrong, Mrs. Lark?” You asked, concerned.

“There's someone upstairs… He came in that fancy car looking for you!”

It felt like ice down your spine. You couldn't believe it; who would be looking for you?

You handed her the groceries and bounded up the stairs two at a time, stopping on your floor and bending over, gasping for air.

Who could possibly be looking for you? Who was waiting for you? Was it the elusive new owner, who you still hadn't met?

You opened the unlocked door slowly, attempting to soundlessly slip in without notice. You failed.

Sitting in your one armchair was a young man, maybe 19, leaning back with his legs loosely crossed. His arms were laid upon the armrests. and cold, icey blue eyes were locked onto you. His midnight blue suit was without crease, and his leather shoes looked out of place on your dark, scuffed wooden floors. His short, dark hair floated lightly around his starkly pale face, with eyes lined in eyebags a deep, dark purple. 

“So you're our mysterious thief.” He droned, head tilted to the side slightly, and eyes narrowed.

It was Timothy Drake, young CEO of Wayne Industries and the brightest mind in the city. You'd forgotten about him in your hunger-induced stupor.

“I'm sorry…” you intoned, head lowered.

“You could at least have the decency to look the man you've been stealing from in the eye when you apologize.” He said, mouth pulled into a frown.

You met his eyes, and the world shifted to the left.

Your eyes widened in shock. You could see it in the corner of your eye, the grey threads that signified your soul family, with the inner most one, hooked around your pinky, slowly turning glacial blue, the same color as Tim's eyes. He looked shocked, glancing from the thin thread connecting your pinky and his right index to you. He slowly stood up, face still slack in surprised.

“I-I…” He stuttered, one hand limply raising in your direction.

You took off running,hearing him swear faintly in response. That was your second mistake.

[heartsforvin]

could you write a blurb or something about reader getting their nails done and giving vinnie little back scratches?? i think this is so cute omg 🤭

NEW SET

this is sooo cute , thank you for the request !!

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: cussing, use of pet names, pure fluff

summary: vinnie’s favorite thing is when you get a new set of fresh nails

currently, you were at the nail salon getting a new set of nails. you had told vinnie you had errands to run and not to wait up for him, but that you did have a surprise when you get back to the house.

vinnie absolutely loved when you got your nails done. he loved when you’d offer him back scratches or torun your hands through his hair.

you had gotten a baby blue color this time, switching it up from the usual gems you’d get on your nails.

once you were done with your appointment, you paid and left to head back to yours and vinnie’s shared apartment.

“baby i’m home,” you yelled for your boyfriend as you entered the home. “hi hera.” you greet the cat, scratching behind her ear.

he was right where you thought he would be — in his streaming room, playing video games with his friends while on stream.

you pop into the view of the camera and watch as the chat moves faster, saying hi to you and asking how you’re doing.

whispering in vinnies ear, that’s his cue to end the stream. he tells everyone he’ll be back soon, and tells his friends goodbye before turning everything off.

“missed you pretty girl.” vinnie says as he hugs you tight before kissing your head.

you chuckle and pull away from him. “i was only gone a few hours, baby.”

vinnie sighs dramatically and pulls the two of you out of his streaming room and into your shared bedroom.

hera follows behind and you close the door behind her. it’s about early afternoon, none of you have any other plans, so the two of you decide to relax for a bit.

“spiderman?” vinnie asks as he holds up the amazing spiderman two dvd.

you laugh, expecting nothing less from the boy. the wide smile on his face makes you smile back as you say, “of course.”

vinnie puts the movie in and quickly climbs back into bed with you and hera.

he takes off his sweatshirt to get comfortable and pulls you against him, hera coming up to snuggle between the two of you.

the movie starts and the two of you lay there entangled with each other. about a half hour in, hera moves and vinnie is now laying on his side.

you roll over and see that he has in fact fallen asleep. smiling to yourself, you turn the tv down a bit before rolling over to face vinnie’s back.

you lie there, scratching his back lightly as you hold your hand on your head.

“mhm,” you smile when you hear a small moan leave vinnie’s mouth. “new set?” he asks.

you lean up and kiss his shoulder, seeing that his eyes are now open. “like ‘em?” you ask, showing vinnie your new nails.

he nods and lays his head down on the pillow. “again.” is all he says before he melts into the feeling of your nails on his back.

you’re not going too rough but not too light, just enough to where it feels nice against his skin.

it’s vinnie’s favorite thing, well one of his favorites. he loved the feeling of your nails against his skin.

you make your way to his hair, running your fingers through it before moving back down to his back.

“holy shit baby, has it always felt this relaxing?” you chuckle at his question, shrugging your shoulders.

you trace shapes mindlessly on his skin, making him make another small noise again.

“do that again.” he tells you after you moved your nails up and down his back.

you could tell he was smiling without even having to see him. you loved these cute, intimate moments with your boy. sweet kisses, relaxing touches, and so much love.

vinnie absolutely loved when you got your nails done.

this was so cute 🥹 i loved writing it, thank you for the request again !!!

tags: @cosmicanakin , @anqeliclust , @native2princess , @slvthrs , @sturnioloshacker , @bernelflo , @visualbutterflysworld , @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom , @kriissy4gov , @0strawberrysorbet0 , @laylasbunbunny , @khxna , @hallecarey1 , @kayleighh , @supabhad , @defnotayonna , @violet0182 , @leqonsluv3r , @eddieslut69 , @jpg3

[asukamood]

First date (b-day special)

***

Happy birthday to my pookie!!

This year I have come bearing sweet Hue moment as a gift, I hope you enjoy!

***

Warnings: Implied eating disorder (anorexia), suggestive content (no smut or lime happening don’t worry but this is Blue and Hacker so really it’s to be expected), very brief mention of a psych ward and toxic relationships.

Synopsis: Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

***

This whole thing started off in such a stupid way.

It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon and quite a lonely one inside of the local 7/11.

A man in his early 20s stood behind the counter covered by the staff uniform, phone in hand and scrolling. He pushed his blond hair out of his eyes with his hand and took the opportunity to check if someone had entered the store yet.

Once again, he was disappointed by how empty the store was, his only company being his phone and the light drumming of the rain against the window.

He sighed, glaring at the battery icon in the right-hand corner of the screen that informed him of his phone’s low battery. His phone was about to turn off, leaving him all alone and bored once again.

He tucked his phone in his pocket while cursing out his coworker Sophie. He liked her but God was it annoying when she skipped her shift because of the weather. If they were together, at least he would have had someone to talk to.

He leaned on the counter and looked at the ceiling.

He was so bored.

To the point where he felt like actually doing some work and seeing if all the spare items were stocked properly. The mental image frightened him so much that chills ran down his spine.

He did not want to become a model employee yet.

Just as he was about to fall for the impulse urges to be productive, the bell signaling the entrance of a new customer rang, barely noticeable due to the heavy rain all over the windows.

He straightened up, looking to the exit just in time to see a brown-haired man around his age walking in, closing his umbrella in the entrance. Said customer looked back to him once he noticed Hacker staring and the latter’s jaw almost dropped to the floor.

He had never seen such a pretty blue in someone’s eyes, it looked as clear as the ocean’s surface, bright and wrinkling in the sunlight which was a nice contrast to the current weather.

The pretty stranger's eyes contracted at the edges as his lips twitched upward in a smile before finally closing as he waved in Hacker’s direction as a hello. Hacker waved back mechanically, still wondering if he was hallucinating an attractive guy walking in because of the boredom.

Not to mention that the weather was absolutely terrible, who would ever want to go buy some groceries at this time?

He followed him with his eyes, seeing him pick up myriad items off the shelves and occasionally putting them back up with a grimace when faced with the price tag. He did not look like he was short on money but then again, even some the richest of men must raise an eyebrow when a product’s price is way higher than it used to be.

Eventually, the customer appeared right in front of him, invading his vision. Hacker almost yelped but managed to hold himself back, stretching his lips in a smile instead.

He hoped that he did not look stupid.

It would be a real shame to appear so unappealing in front of the prettiest person he has ever seen, not counting himself of course.

“Hello!” He welcomed him warmly, the other reciprocating the gesture. “Would that be all?” he gestured toward the items he just put down.

The other nodded. As he scanned everything, Hacker was trying to think about how he should approach this. He had never flirted with a customer before, but he was bored enough to at the moment and the fact that man was quite attractive was not quite helping.

Thankfully, it seemed like the other was as eager to talk as he was since he was the first one to try and strike up a conversation.

“I saw you staring at me while I was running my errands.” He started, making Hacker sweat drop, oops, he has been found. “May I ask why?”

He did not look too weirded out yet, Hacker might as well try. “Can you blame me? It is not every day that you get to meet such beauty.” The cashier was expecting the other to turn away, weirded out but instead, his smile only widened.

“You’re not too bad yourself, what’s your name?” This must be the luckiest day of Hacker’s life. He tried not to let his excitement show as he responded.

“I’m Hacker, and who might you be?”

“You can call me Blue.” He leaned onto the counter, his chin resting on top of his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hacker.”

“Oh please, the pleasure is mine.” He was internally freaking out, WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?! “I have the tendency to take my friends out for dinner to get to know them better, I hope it doesn’t bother you if I were to continue that tradition with you?”

“Not at all.” As if he was aware of Hacker’s inner turmoil, the slightest glint of amusement shone in his eyes.

Now that he had a view up close, Hacker realized that he had been wrong to assume that his eyes were as clear as the ocean’s surface. It would be more accurate to describe them as the unexplored depths of the sea, dark and mysterious but so fascinating.

All his secrets were nicely concealed within those blue barriers, no one having yet to explore all the treasures that were hidden below the surface.

He would never be too arrogant as to claim he would be the first one to open the first chest but nevertheless, that sea was one beautiful sight he could not wait to see up close.

“I would love to know all the details about our meeting, you wouldn’t mind if I were to ask for your number, would you?”

“Not at all!” Then they exchanged their phones, the two of them saving their numbers in the other’s phone. Once they were done, all articles Blue had brought were scanned.

They gave each other their phones back. Hacker then glanced at the computer screen in front of him. “That would be $20.76, would you like to play by card or cash?”

“Cash.” Blue handed him $30 before leaning in and planting a small kiss on Hacker’s cheek. “You can keep the money.” He winked, already walking away.

The other brought his hand where Blue kissed him, his face flushing a bright red.

It had stopped raining, the sun shining on the Earth wrapped in a rainbow scarf.

Needless to say, Hacker screamed his lungs out in his pillow that day when he came back home.

***

As calm and collected as Blue looked when he agreed to go out with that cute cashier, no part of that façade showed his real emotions. He had done his research on the guy once he was back home, and so far, nothing has backed up any hint of him being aggressive.

Even if his records in a psych ward was something he was going to have to investigate later.

From all the evidence he had collected so far, it seems like hanging out with him for a while was of no danger to him.

Which pleased him more than he had expected it to.

He did pique his interest, but he did not think he would be so eager to spend some time with him.

Perhaps he would not be so lonely if he managed to befriend him.

Before he could spiral down into some unpleasant thoughts, his phone’s screen lit up, ringing to signal that someone was calling him. As usual, he jumped onto the device.

He could not help but hope that whoever it was, they would be willing to talk to him, even if it were just a few minutes. He was so lonely bored.

… He also hoped that it was not another scammer trying to sell him shady services.

As funny as it was to mess with them, it was different from talking to a friend.

He wondered how Error was doing now.

He looked down at the device and his eyes widened as he read “Hacker” on the screen. A pleasant surprise for once, he hoped it would continue down that path.

He picked up the phone.

“Hello?” The other one tentatively greeted him. “Can you hear me?”

“I can, yes.” He hoped he did not sound too eager to continue the call. “Do you need anything?”

“Oh, thank goodness!” Hacker laughed and Blue suddenly noticed that he had not heard another person sound so happy in his presence, albeit they were in a call, in a long time. “I almost thought that you gave me a fake number there, I would have felt so betrayed.”

Blue shook his head in amusement. “Is this really the type of person you think I am? I am quite hurt by that assumption.”

“Sorry sorry, it’s just that you never know what people could be plotting.” That sounds like a problem that I do not have, was what Blue wanted to say. He refrained though.

“I get it. You did not answer my question though, do you need anything?” A sound that Blue interpreted as Hacker facepalming at the other end of the line.

“Goodness me, I almost forgot why I called you in the first place. Yeah, are you free this Saturday? I’ve heard a new restaurant opened near my place; do you want to check it out with me?” Blue hummed to make it seem like he was not dying to say yes immediately.

As far as his knowledge went, he had no plan for that day.

“Yes, I’m free.”

“Perfect!” The other sounded pleased, the briefest silence overtaking the call as he got on the move. “Do you want me to come pick you up?”

Blue tapped his chin in thought before answering. “Sure, I’ll see you there at the plaza then?” An affirmative noise came from the other side.

“Sounds good to me! Before we go, do you follow a special diet like being vegetarian or so?” Blue’s eyes narrowed before he shook his head, his usual face fading back in.

“No, I’m fine with anything.”

“Oh good, I don’t want to offend but I’ve personally never understood people being picky with food. If it is edible, I would devour it without much thought.” Blue chuckled, he had found quite the glutton has he not?

***

Saturday, 6 P.M.

‘Hey!

I’m on the road now, are you still up for our date?

Last chance to withdraw!!!!”

Blue smiled at his phone, replacing a rebellious strand of hair that got out of control because of a certain wind current. It was not particularly cold today nor was it hot, just the perfect temperature Blue liked to walk around in. He vaguely wondered if Hacker would be willing to take a stroll with him once they were done.

Well, he always had the possibility to force him to if it came to it.

Though, it would be much more enjoyable for both of them if the other was willing to do it.

It was already nighttime by now and the sky was cleared of bothersome clouds, letting the soft light of the moon rain down the entire place.

A beautiful evening, to make it simple.

‘It is not every day you get the chance to go out with such a cutie, in what world would I withdraw? I will keep waiting for you 😉'

‘Aww 😍

I will be with you in a minute then!’

‘Looking forward to seeing your handsome face again😘’

Now that he was not answering anymore, Blue decided to kill the time by looking at his surroundings.

Some carved pumpkins had been placed here and there in some areas, usually accompanied by some bat stickers stuck to the walls behind them. Lights to Halloween’s colors have been hung between the buildings, switching colors every few seconds.

The famous spooky day was soon to begin. The thought put a small smile on his face as every Halloween the kids of the neighborhood would come out of their houses disguised as various monsters, holding adorable little pumpkin bags.

They often knock on his door to ask for sweets and it made for quite the cute sight to see them looking so excited by being given sweets.

A little girl disguised as a princess once asked him if he were the Prince Charming she had been looking for, it must have been his best Halloween yet.

“Uh, excuse me?” A voice suddenly snapped him out of his trance as he looked to the side, noticing a woman with flushed cheeks standing a few inches away from him. Oh no.

“Yes? Is there something that you need?”

God, please do not make that woman flirt with me I am begging--

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I saw you just standing there and uh...” She chuckled nervously and Blue was wondering just how long it would take for Hacker to arrive. “Can I... have your number?”

Hopeful eyes. Ouch.

Blue opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a single sound out, he felt a hand wrap itself around his wrist as he was yanked back. “Sorry girl!” Hacker’s familiar voice echoed behind him as he was suddenly spun around. “I called dibs first!”

A blink and Hacker was suddenly dragging him away by the wrist under the woman’s shocked gaze. That was one way to get rid of the problem.

A few seconds later, Blue found himself sitting in Hacker’s car, his security belt already sticking him in place. “Well, hello there.”

“General Kenobi.” Blue blinked awkwardly.

“I beg your pardon?” It was Hacker’s turn to be confused.

“What? Wait, that was not a reference to Star Wars?” Blue hesitantly shook his head and he could swear that the way Hacker’s face dropped was so prominent it could be audible.

“Oh.” To avoid saying too much, he turned on the engine, the car starting to let out muffled noises that vaguely resembled laughter. “Let’s pretend that this never happened.”

Blue laughed. “Sounds good, thank you for rescuing me from that awkward position.”

“Don’t mention it, I couldn’t possibly let a random person steal my dear date, right?” He put emphasis on the word dear, making an exaggerated face of hopelessness. That brought a few snickers out of Blue, who wondered when the last time someone made him laugh was.

“Though, I can’t really blame that girl.” He looked Blue up and down, a smirk twitching on his lips. “You make it hard for people not to want to take you on a date.”

“Oh, you little flirt.” Blue leaned back on his seat and looked at Hacker too. “But I can’t say that the way you’re dressed isn’t making me feel some kind of thing.”

A pointed look from the other and they both started laughing again.

Blue missed having someone to talk to.

***

“Hmm...” Hacker hummed as he tapped his chin in thought, the menu kept open in front of him thanks to the support of his hand. “It’s been ages since I’ve last been to a restaurant, I forgot how many dishes there could be.”

“I can say the same.” Blue frowned as he looked at the menu, he could not see the list of ingredients and most importantly the calories anywhere, and just getting a salad might seem disrespectful. “What are you going to order?”

Hacker shrugged. “Most likely the same thing as you, or I could just wing it.”

“If you go with the first one, I’m afraid we might be staying here longer than any of us planned.” Hacker understood.

“Got it, give me a minute.” He closed his eyes and lifted his finger, as if doing something important for the entire world, before putting it down on the menu. Blue simply watched him, silently praying it would not be anything too disastrous for his weight.

“I guess we are getting...” Hacker squinted at the menu.

“... whatever this is supposed to be, I don’t think it’s possible for any normal human to pronounce that name.” Blue did not even notice it being on the menu, but he supposed there was not much harm in trying new things.

“Sounds good to me.” Coincidentally, a waiter happened to pass near them and took their order on the whim.

However, the waiter’s departure suddenly brought a new kind of silence to befall their table. The awkward kind this time, as both realized that they had never actually been on a date and had no idea what subjects could be brought up or not.

Not to mention, any relationship they have entertained before was nothing short of destructive, so nothing to mimic.

Blue was looking away, fiddling with his fingers nervously on his lap while Hacker was tapping on the table’s napkin, frowning as he tried to come up with something to say.

At that moment, he wished that he could just go back to how he was ten seconds ago. He was so talkative and had so many things to say, where did that go??

Blue was not quite any better in that area. He did remember what he wanted to say and if not that, he had Hacker’s interests all figured out so it would not have been an arduous task to come up with something to say.

The problem was he did not know if he should say them.

He had prepared himself for any kind of reaction the other would have due to his words, but he was clearly not prepared for his own brain to betray him.

And the longer the silence was prolonged, the harder it was to think.

“... I wonder how many times I would prick my finger while trying to sew something.” Hacker muttered at one point, only realizing he had thought aloud when Blue’s attention shot back to him, his eyes wide.

He panicked. “Ah sorry, I was just--”

“You want to learn how to sew?” Hacker blinked in surprise, he sounded excited when he asked that question.

“You can say that.” He confirmed, nodding. “I’m often short on money but at the same time I want to wear nice clothes you know, what better solution than to knit your clothes yourself?”

Blue nodded enthusiastically. “I have enough to live comfortably but handmade clothes just feel better than the normal ones and I do relate to the money problems, living off a teacher’s job can be quite the tough nut to crack at times.”

Hacker’s eyes widened. “Wait, you’re a teacher?”

Blue laughed at his bewildered expression. “A yoga teacher to be precise, why do you look so surprised?”

“I thought you were like, a model or something. There’s no way no one tried to hire you as one, especially with that face.”

“You flatter me.” He brought his hands back on top of the table, far more at ease now that they were talking. “If I didn’t meet you at your job, I probably would have made the same assumption.”

Pink started to dust Hacker’s cheeks, beaming. “You’re too kind. I’m actually kind of curious now, would you mind it if I were to crash once in a while in your class?”

“Oh no, I would be far from complaining to have such an eye-candy in my class.” He winked. “No, because seriously, most of my students are tasteless Karens and it is a real torture to my poor vision.” He sighed dramatically, taking a sip from the cup of water the waiter left in their wake.

“And don’t even get me started on the pain it is to my ears.” He waved his hand in the air as if he were chasing unpleasant visions away from his sight. “Though, if you were to show up, I guarantee that things would get way more interesting. I am quite certain my eyesight increased by 0.5 point just by looking at your face.”

Hacker snorted, leaning back onto his chair. “I might check it out then, what is the price of your services though?”

“Well, I can give you a discount, you should consider yourself lucky, I only give those to pretty people. Or...” He leaned onto the table a little more, smirking. “You could pay me another way, if you get what I’m on about.”

Hacker raised an amused eyebrow. “Well, if you take that kind of payment, I would be more than happy to oblige.”

They both laughed, the waiter soon returned with their order.

As they started to dig in, Hacker decided that from this day on, spouting out random bullshit was a very valid, and arguably the best, flirting tactic there was.

Later that night, they were together.

(In the dating kind of way, I know what you are thinking.)

[rubra-wav]

I had this interesting scenario where Vox one day becomes exhausted from his rivalry with Alastor after realizing that the one-sided interactions were becoming old. He later meets the reader (who can also be a part of the hotel) who starts hacking into Voxtech's database to troll the company for shits and giggles. This catches Vox's attention and he's pissed about it. You can do what you want for the rest but they continue to have this rivalry to the point where it's very well known around hell. From an outside perspective, there is just back-and-forth angry banter but there are moments where they're just;

Reader: *appears on screen* Hey Box head, guess who found some good blackmail with your name on it- Vox: *Is so close to having a breakdown, he had a bad week.* Reader: Oh shit- did something happen, are you okay? 😰

They hate each other but they don't hate hate each other. This can be taken as platonic or romantic. I sent this request to someone else but I wanted to share anyway.

Vox x troll/hacker reader: Why So Blue? (Oneshot/concept version)

Why So Blue fic Masterlist

A/N me when I get to write Vox getting utterly humiliated by a troll-y hacker demon 🫶

I changed about the order of stuff as things happen a bit and took creative liberties with this one - sorry if it's really different then the thought you originally had.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, THIS WAS FROM THE LAST TIME THEY WERE OPEN)

Update: This was really well-received, and several people have requested a part 2. I've decided that I will be writing it properly from the start in a proper chapter kind of way rather than in this format so it makes continuity kind of work better rather then the drabbl-y format used here.

Cw: SFW, romantic, enemy's to lovers type beat, references to one-sided radiostatic, also references to staticmoth, mildly suggestive in one part 💀, gn reader, mostly light-hearted - idk if it qualifies as quite hurt/comfort lmao

- It was just a normal morning for Vox when you first showed up.

- As usual, he booted up for the day, got changed out of his casual clothes, and made his morning coffee.

- As he walked into his computer room, absentmindedly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone, he sits down in his desk.

- Then promptly spits out his mouthful.

- When he finally looks up at the screens around him, he's mortified to see a muted video of himself passionately (and very drunkly) singing and dancing horribly from last night while he was out with Valentino and Velvette.

- Posted on Sinstagram from his own account.

- Hundreds of comments flooded in underneath it; laughing, saying it's cute, complimenting his singing, and talking about the caption underneath with curiosity.

- The caption reads; 'For someone who talks so big about being ahead technologically, it was awfully easy to hack old Boxy here LMAO'

- Vox flips out instantly.

- It doesn't take long to take down the post, change all of his details, and post an official apology for his lack of professionalism with a hypnotising message to forget the whole incident occurred at all. He also does a massive comb over for any other breaches and changes all of his systems to be even more impenetrable to a potional attack.

- He calms down, and the incident fades away to the back of his mind.

- But then it happens again.

- Another morning, an employee is rushing into his studio as he wakes up properly, telling him this time that someone is somehow broadcasting Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' to the entirety of hell at 6 am, interrupting every one of the scheduled programs.

- There's a message in big letters on the bottom of every screen in hell, under the god forsaken video and song playing, saying, "What is love~? - U" Underneath them.

- And that's how it starts, the infuriating thorn in Vox's side that is 'U'. No matter how hard he tries, you're constantly undermining his efforts to keep you out of the system and tormenting him in ways that aren't necessarily malignant but are extremely damaging to his image as the overlord of technology.

- For some reason, he's the only Vee you seem hellbent on coming after as well. Vel finds your pranks funny or cute when they don't inconvenience her, and Valentino just likes to prod Vox into getting angrier further.

- He just cannot work out what your motivations are at all. Is it truly that you just want to piss him off? He doesn't understand why someone with such clear skills would simply use them to taunt him and leave him messages to unveil as he undoes whatever you do.

- It vexes him even farther when these messages from you that you leave for him to decode start to sound borderline flirtatious, which makes him feel all the more humiliated.

- He is a grown demon, skilled businessman and entrepreneur, an overlord, and yet you insist upon calling him things like Box, Boxbabe, Boxbitch, and even babygirl of all things for some goddamn reason.

- The back and forth goes on for months, and 'U' quickly becomes a long lasting meme, several people, much to Vox's horror, shipping you two together and even partaking in ship wars as to whether Vox x 'U' is better then Vox x Val.

- Theres one day where Vox quickly puts his phone down after reading a rather concerning expert from what is certainly explicit fanfiction between the two of you, even him deciding that that's enough internet for today while just sitting staring off into space silently for a solid 10 seconds.

- Vox's sleepless nights pouring over his code to try and keep out your attacks, him glitching out whenever he finds infuriating messages left by you, etc. Begin to become routine and he just anticipates the consistent blows to his pride you give him at every turn.

- A weird, unconscious part of him deep down begins to enjoy your rivalry, almost wanting to see what punches you pull out next to disarm his constant losing battle to keep you out, but it gets squashed down the second he becomes aware of it.

- The rivalry is always at arms length, but sometimes he has to stop himself from replying with the same vaguely flirtatious tone you take on whenever he experiences a small win against you.

- He fights to make sure he doesn't have any potential of getting too into it.

- Things take a different turn, though, with the double blow of Alastor coming back and his on-off relationship with Valentino once again going up in flames.

- After stopping his usual monitoring of all things going on in hell online and in real life as picked up by his cameras, he presses his face into his hands with a long, exhausted groan as he fights crying.

- All the people he was actually interested in were as unrequited as per usual. He always tried so hard with Alastor, but as always, he never got anything but met with the clear reminder they would never be anything more.

- And, of course, any potential of anything more happening with Val was completely off the table. It would be stupid to even think about anything real with him.

- He shut his eyes, putting his screen on the desk in front of him.

- Was he just not worth it? Was that it?

- He startled when he heard the familiar crackle of the speakers coming to life around him. It was rare he ever heard your voice coming through his speakers, you usually preferring to just leave messages, however you decided to surprise him tonight apparently.

- Your blurred out face appears on the screens, only showing the lower half of your grinning face.

- "Oh Boooooxybooooy! I found some world-shattering cringey shit you did 2 months back, i-" You begin singing out, before stopping, seeing by his expression.

- Vox was trembling, looking as if he was about fall apart at any second. His monitor was dulled, red eyes half lidded with pixelated bags forming under them, his bottom lip slightly quivering around his sharp teeth.

- "What the- fuck- ....are you alright?" You asked unsurely.

- Vox finally snapped out of it, realising that you were here witnessing him in a way that was very much not something he wanted you of all people to see him in. His mask slid back on, but it was hardly convincing.

- "Of course it is. What the fuck do you wa-ant. I've got shit to do." He inwardly cursed as his voice glitched slightly. God fucking dammit why did you have to show up.

- He watched your lips on your mostly blurred out face slightly curl as you hummed, clearly not buying it.

- "You wanna stop with the lying bullshit and tell me the truth, Boxhead?" You somewhat chided him, your hand coming into sight as you leaned your cheek onto it. Vox let out a growling sound, going to spit some vitriol at you, but was cut off as you absentmindedly made your next comment.

"Felt you once again have a fit about the radio demon going online. Lights in my house and the houses out my windows started flashing and shit. Is it hi-" your brows shot up and eyes widened, this hidden behind the censorship as you watched Vox, leader of the Vees, your rival, let out a shuddering breath and actually start crying comically pixilated tears right before your eyes.

- Vox's claws gripped into his desk as he grit his teeth as he let out a gasping breath he fought to stifle. He was so goddamn exhausted that he just couldn't be assed to keep it all up anymore. It wasn't like you hadn't seen rather unsavoury things he'd been trying to hide anyways.

- "No shit it's about Alastor. It's always about him. Does it get you off knowing I can't get with the guy I have always wanted no matter how hard I try? There. Are you fucking happy now?" His voice cracks as he snarls the words out at you.

- You let out a long humming sound, as if thinking. "I mean, not really. I'd only be happy if you were this upset over me, not some old hazbin radio announcer who fell off years ago." You shrug with a slightly sad smile.

- Vox squinted at you, confused.

- "I mean, come on, I'm your rival too. Why neglect me so much in all this?" You press your bottom lip out in mock sadness, tone mocking again. Your words are true despite the joking tone however, it did bother you that he always seemed so much more ready to go running after the most obviously aroace man you think you had seen in your entire fucking life.

- Vox couldn't believe what he was hearing, hot embarrassment caused his monitor to start heating up a bit, painting animated flush over his cheeks. "Oh, stop taking the piss, U. Fuck off." He scoffed, rolling his eyes, looking to the side in irritation.

- You chuckle at him, shaking your head and causing the thing blurring your face to shake with it. "Is it really that hard to believe I'm into what we have going on here?" Your voice is still lined with the usual tone you take on with him, but much less so.

- Vox looks back at your blurred, smiling face incredulously. "Yes." He growled, blinking his tears away as he regained his composure a bit.

- You sigh heavily, rolling your eyes. "Ooookay, well, once you're done riding the coattails of a man who will never want you, come hit me up, Boxhead." You say through smiling lips, before abruptly pressing 'hang up' on the call so he didn't have time to actually respond.

- Vox sat in bewildered silence, not able to react properly as his brain felt as if it was working on low resolution comprehending what you just said.

- His face heated up the more he thought about it, heart beginning to hammer in his chest as he laughed in disbelief. No way. No fucking way.

- But you had said it.

- Despite his usual pessimistic nature, he allowed himself to actually believe it, chuckling.

- He looked over to his phone as a notification sound rang out to see a photo of himself presumably just now; flustered, eyes wide in disbelief and unfocused while staring off into space, a crooked grin on his face.

- It was captioned as follows; 'POV: local pathetic radio simp finds out other rival actually wants him'

- "FUCK." He yelled out in embarrassment, knocking out several of his monitors with a surge of electricity.

I loved writing this sm omfggg.

There's definitely part 2 potential to this one, but it would have to be in a while w all the other stuff I'm gonna get to first.

Masterlist

[harveywritings92]

Soap: You know, I really think we should try a non-violent approach to solve this.

Orphan: I agree. Except replace “non” with “extremely,” and include the phrase “blood murder explosion extraordinaire.”

Ghost: I like it, let’s go wit’ that.

[nemesyaaa]

here's a list of obx au's that i think of often and that I hope can help with writer's block bc i will never write them :)))

rafe cameron : lawyer!rafe, sadistict!gladiator!rafe, joker!rafe, momma’s boy!rafe, grim reaper!rafe, blade runner!rafe, sniper!mask!rafe, blue beard!rafe, older!creepy!taxi driver!rafe, purge!leader!rafe,...

jj maybanks : graffiti artist!jj, stuntman!jj, urbex!youtuber!jj, pervy!video club x!coworker!jj, bad!teacher!jj, theatre!student!jj, pickpocket!jj, butler!jj, con artist!jj, depressed!rich!drug addict!jj, creepy! obssessed!fan!jj...

pope heyward : scientist!pope, zookeeper!pope, video game!store!manager!pope, doctor!pope, dark!plastic surgeon!pope, strict!class president!pope, marine scientist!pope, nerdy!detective!pope, mathlete!pope, aerospace!engineer!pope, geek!hacker!pope, pervy!computer scientist!pope, cult!scientist!leader!pope…

john b : pool!lifeguard!john b, music store!manager!john b, firefighter!john b, old!guitarist!john b, gravedigger!john b, dog sitter!john b, sadistic!dom!john b, drug sitter!john b, con artist!john b, animal rescue!john b, banker!john b....

reader: muse!reader, dentist!reader, circus performer!reader, academic!weapon!reader, goofy!loser!reader, art!student!reader, brothel!reader, fashion designer!reader, nurse!reader, pet store!reader, famous podcast!reader, fortune!teller!reader, swan!reader, veterinarian!reader, vigilante!reader, wedding!planner!reader, stand up comic!reader, sailor!reader, cosplayer!reader, sex shop worker!reader, hairstylist!reader, pin up galore!reader, activist!reader….

fantasy female!reader :succubus!reader, wish!granting!genie!reader, tiny!fairy!princess!reader, whimsigoth!witch!reader, egyptian!goddess!reader, cursed!angel!reader…

done ! you can use freely, i don't care about credits but i would like to read and support your work, so tag me anywhere, or tell me<3333 hope it helps 😁

[sunnylands-world]

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Pairing: Vinnie hacker x fem reader

Summary: you become needy and your boyfriend won't deny you no matter what he's doing

Word Count: 699

Warning: thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, kinda sub reader and Dom Vinnie if you squint

A/n: I had deleted this but I don't remember why so here it is again lol

You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.

Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational

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Curled up in Vinnie's bed, you watched him play his game, but the dull ache between your thighs had not gone away since he seated himself. You are aware that he was live on something, but you were uncertain about what, not that it was important to you at the time.

He hasn't looked back at you since he told you he would be playing the game. He wore a pink sweater and black shorts while making minor comments to the fans or whatever. You made an effort not to disturb him while he was playing, but you had no idea how much time it would take or if he was aware of your desire for him at that moment.

You wiggled a bit and pressed your face against his pillow with a frustrated grunt. His blanket was tucked between your thighs and you unconsciously moved around, rubbing yourself against it. It wasn't helping, especially since you were aware of his close proximity.

He was chewing the inside of his cheek while his headphones rested on his dirty blonde hair. His lips were puckered slightly, and his nose piercing glowed in the blue lighting.

"Vin," you whined, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Vinnie" You yelled a little louder, Vinnie's eyes wandered for a moment before he asked someone to hold on. He pushed from the table, pulled his headphones down until they rested on his neck, and turned to you.

"Yes, baby," he said sweetly as he smiled and looked towards you.

Vinnie wasn't stupid. He knew you like the back of his hand, so it didn't take long to understand what was happening.

He returned his gaze to yours, this time with a lustful look, tilting his head while smirking. He gestured at you in a beckoning manner and asked you to come over.

You stood and walked towards him, his shirt falling just above your mid-thigh. You waited impatiently for anything he would give you.

He didn't say a word, but tapped his thigh. You looked puzzled, but still sat.

He lifted his headphones, leaning towards your ear, as he whispered,

"Move".

You did what he said, rocking against him, in need of friction of any kind. You bite your lip, feeling your clit have just the appropriate amount of pressure to get you off.

He returned his attention to the game and announced his return to everyone. You moved shamelessly in his lap while he played, and he occasionally rested his hand on the fat of your ass, giving you a slight squeeze or leaning forward to whisper praises in your ear.

"Good girl."

"That's it baby, get it nice and wet for me."

"Just like that."

"My pretty girl is so needy for me, isn't she?"

And you nodded, biting your lip even harder, tasting the metallic flavor of blood as you try to suppress the need to be loud for him, like you usually are.

The wetness in your panties probably left a patch on his shorts, and it seemed to only heighten your pleasure doing something like this while everyone or anyone could have heard you if you made noise.

You began to feel your stomach knot. You leaned forward, kissing and sucking at your boyfriend's neck grounding yourself in the security of coming undone in his lap.

His unoccupied hand sneaked in between your bodies to touch your swollen clit, and he rubbed circles on the throbbing bud, assisting you in getting closer. You used all your will power to not cry out.

"Let go baby. I know you wanna cum for me," He whispered, noticing your starting to tighten on his fingers as he snuck them into your clenching pussy and that was all it took for you to unravel, trembling against him.

You quickened your pace and bite down on the flesh of his neck to hold in the sound, as the intense feeling made you feel limp.

He lightly tapped your ass, encouraging you to look up, and he simply nodded towards the three screens. As you looked back, you came to the realization...

You had just came on a live stream where you were visible to everyone...

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