#im getting closer to being done!! slowly making my way to the end of this piece!!!

[jealousmartini]

twin you haven't posted in twelve hours are you good

Hey girl! So I shifted.

Accidentally. But fully this time. Well, Fully-ish because I pussied out of fear. No, fully, actually. Wait wait let me explain.

So get this. I woke up.

But not with my eyes. Just mind, body, and soul slowly becoming aware of her surroundings through the heaviness of sleep if you get what i mean. And it was just too warm and familiar and soft. The bed I mean. Way too comfortable for me to want to open my eyes yet, so they stayed shut, blissfully unaware of the fact this bed is not mine. My senses were slowly yet surely locking in. But my brain was not even fully awake. So I was feeling and being without fully realising what was happening

And then I heard the faint click of what i figured was the front door unlocking. Then opening. Then shutting. Then, locking with a key. I assumed that must've been my brother because he usually escapes into the dead of night to go whatever 23 year old guys do at night. And I heard some thick chunky ass boots stumble to the floor and i wondered when he ever wore boots never mind this dense, his heavy padded footsteps gradually got closer slightly muted by the door being closed.. which was then opened (?). It was a small thing, but it didn't make sense why my brother would need to be in my room at all, nvm at this time of night. But anyway, some shuffling was done. I cocked my brow in suspension, eyes still shut btw, cus what did he just go through my stuff for. And as quickly as he was in, he was out of the room. I made a mental note to confront him in the morning about it.

And then I heard the shower start. From the wrong side of my house... Now I know the anatomy of my house pretty well, so I was confused why I could hear the shower from the west instead of the northeast of my room.

After the shower stopped, i heard the bathroom door open, close, and the same as mine. He took like 3 steps in, and this was when i heard him call my name. He whispered it like a question, i dont think he was sure if i was asleep or not. But it was weird because that's not my name. Well it is, but it's not my name from here. And it's definitely not a name my brother from here knew. And then I realised I knew that voice too, but it was different from what i was expecting. Pretty deeper and rougher than what im used to remembering, and it was definitely NOT my brother's.

And so now I'm frustrated. And kinda nervous. Im laid on my side, the same one as i was on when i first began to wake, but now im slightly tense with frowed brows and all. I'm dealing with so many questions at once like why is the house formatted weirdly? and who the fuck is in my room?? and why the fuck did the bed just dip from behind me???

I literally had a question mark in my head when the voice spoke again. But this time, he was closer. Much closer. I FELT his arm, his muscular arm at that, wrap around my waist and pull my back flush against his BARE NAKED CHEST, and I gasped. I fucking gasped. I swear my heart was about to beat out of my chest. My body jolted forward almost involuntarily at the sudden contact of skin, the feeling on his freshly shower-hot muscular bare chest was making me SWEAT and I heard him mumbled against the back of my neck "Shh don't wake up," and I was thinking "Oh i definitely know who this is" And girl I wasn't fucking planning on it anyway. But I ended up shifting back with my eyes squeezed SHUT like the pussy I am

Because I didn't even expect myself to shift that night. The night after my first day back at college from the Easter break. And now I'm supposed to come in like I wasn't just in another man's bed.

Now i dont have the guts to actually say who this was. Im practically shaking right now for fucks sake. But im sure everyone and their mother on this app who sees my blogs can make an educated guess and get it right first time. And after 8 years of knowing about mha and 6 years of trying to shift there, ladies and gentlemen I think I can officially say I have shifted to mha. It definitely wasn't my main mha dr, some would probably argue it was even better lmfao. I guess the secret to shifting really is just letting go.

[flufflecat]

another day, another few hours spent rendering frightfully detailed tongues

[ennabear]

Gentle/soft sevika… im starving, lord have mercy

^also im the important exam anon! I dont know how i did in that day since the results would take 2 more weeks minimum, but im pretty sure whether it turns out too good or too bad than usual its thanks to you, imma keep you updated! I also think i did good because replaying what you wrote in my brain was just a the best kind of rewards^

IMPORTANT EXAM ANON HAIII!!!! i’m sure you did good hehe idk who you are or what you’re going to school for but i believe that you’re very smart… BUT THANK YOU!!! i’m so honored heheheh 😭 here’s some soft sevika 🤎🤎

everyone always thinks that sevika is aggressive and scary, especially because she can be on occasion. but in reality, you’ve never really seen her that way.

all of sevika’s violence and crimes are done outside of the walls of your shared home, as far away from them as she can manage. most of her killings and fights are done in a dark alleyway in the middle of nowhere, or closer to topside, where although it’s risky to be so close to those stuck ups who’ve never witnessed a crime before, she always gets away with it.

and she never does it out of cold blood. she only lays her hands on someone if they’ve wronged her first.

to you, her hands are the softest thing in the world. well— hand, technically, because she only has one human hand left. but both of them, whether flesh or metal, treat you with the greatest care possible.

late at night, they can be found wrapped around you, either holding you to her chest in a tight snuggle or pinning you to the bed while she snores on top of you. sometimes her metal fingers will trace little shapes into your back, the pointy tips of them making you shiver as she slowly lulls you to sleep.

sometimes she forgoes her mech arm completely, you being the only person she feels comfortable enough to be vulnerable with. still, her human arm will cling to your hips or your waist as you move around the house. whether that means doing chores or washing yourselves up or taking a well deserved afternoon nap on the couch.

sometimes she’ll even cry in front of you if she feels safe enough— which of course she does around you. you’re the only person on the whole planet who knows about her past and the things that still do scare her. like losing you, for example.

her favorite thing in the world is crying with you, although it seems dark. but to her, it’s like she finally feels seen. whether you’re crying over the same thing or just being mutually sad together, she loves to comfort you and feel it back at the same time. neither of you can even stay sad for long, because the other is trying to cheer you up by making you laugh or crack a smile, and it always ends in two teary-eyed giggles bubbling through the room.

[0omillo0]

Oki so Im like searching fics all day long and u said i can request and im never getting enough of ur fics anyways so here luv 💕

Sooo Chan x reader

where maybe reader is already feeling horrible lately. And today smth appens at the studio and chan gets rlly frustrated so he comes home and today yn has been feeling even worse and feels like she can’t even get out of bed but like Chan comes home, not even seeing yns horrible stadium so he lets all the anger out on her wich rlly gives her the last push to like feeling just entirely depressed. Then she is standing crying and totally drained in front of one of the other members door, breaking down totally.

I’ll let the rest up to u, pls make it really really angsty but pls i just need a good lot of comfort at the end ❤️

BANGCHAN X READER

a/n: I’ve already made a vv similar story but I like this one so much better! let me know what you think ♡ also this is for my beloved @hannamoon143 tysm for your request and sorry for the wait!

genre: angst, comfort

The day had already been heavy, dragging you down like you were walking through thick mud. Lately, it seemed every breath took more effort than the last, and today, it had reached a peak. You couldn’t even get out of bed. The weight of everything pressed down on you, making the air feel like it was suffocating. It wasn’t like this was new—this lingering sadness had been with you for days, like a dark cloud refusing to lift.

You curled up deeper into your sheets, staring at the wall. You hadn’t moved in hours, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t done anything but exist in this space of nothingness. The world outside your room felt miles away, unreachable. The only sound you heard was the occasional muffled voices from outside your apartment.

And then there was a slam. You heard the front door being pushed open harder than usual, and you knew Chan was home. The sound of his keys hitting the counter was sharp, followed by a frustrated sigh that cut through the quiet air. You knew that sound—something must’ve gone wrong at the studio. His day hadn’t been any better than yours, apparently.

Your body wanted to get up, wanted to greet him, but you couldn’t. It was like you were glued to the mattress. Even when you heard his footsteps approaching, your body wouldn’t listen.

The door to the bedroom opened, and without looking at him, you knew he was tense. His energy radiated frustration, the kind that made rooms feel smaller, the air thicker.

“God, today was insane,” Chan muttered, not noticing how you barely shifted under the covers. His voice was rough, filled with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. “Everything went wrong. Absolutely everything.”

You bit your lip, the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. Maybe if you said something, anything, it could stop what you knew was coming.

But then he turned, finally looking at you, his eyes glossing over the state you were in. He couldn’t see it—he couldn’t see how you were breaking inside. All he saw was a person not responding, and it made him snap.

“Can you at least say something?!” His voice wasn’t loud, but it cut deep. His frustration had reached its peak, and you were the closest target. “I’ve been dealing with so much today, and you’re just lying there. Not a word, nothing. Are you a fucking emotionless doll??”

You flinched at his tone, at his words. Your chest tightening even more. The tears that had been sitting at the edge of your eyes began to spill over silently.

Chan didn’t notice right away. His anger kept him blind. He sighed. “I’m sorry if I sound harsh, but it’s been such a mess, and I can’t—” His words stumbled to a stop when he saw the way your body shook, the way you were crying silently beneath the covers.

“Y/N?” His voice softened, the frustration vanishing as quickly as it had come. “Hey, hey…” He moved closer, but it was too late. The weight of everything—his words, your own struggles—it all collapsed in on you like a tidal wave.

You sat up slowly, the sobs shaking your frame as you tried to wipe the tears away, but they kept coming. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible through the storm of emotions. “I’m sorry, I didn’t— I just… I can’t…”

Chan’s face fell as he realized what he’d done. “No, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t see it. I was so wrapped up in my own head that I didn’t see how much you were hurting. I’ve made it worse I’m so sorry—“

But his apology couldn’t stop the breaking that was already happening inside you. You needed to escape, to find some sort of relief from the pressure that was crushing you from all sides.

Without saying a word, you slipped out of the bed, your legs unsteady, and you walked toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. Chan’s voice followed you, concern clear in his tone, but you couldn’t stop. Not now.

You found yourself in front of one of the other members’ doors. You didn’t even know how you got there, your vision blurred with tears. Maybe it was instinct, seeking comfort somewhere, anywhere, that wasn’t the suffocating silence of your room or the crushing weight of your mind.

You knocked, barely registering the sound of your own fist against the wood. And then, as if the last string holding you together snapped, your body gave in. You slid down to the floor, your arms wrapping around your knees as the sobs came harder now, uncontrollable, raw.

The door opened, and the blurry shape of someone—was it Felix?—stood there, eyes wide in shock. “Y/N…?” he asked gently, his voice like a balm, but you couldn’t respond. All you could do was cry.

“Hey, hey, what happened?” Felix crouched down beside you, his hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on your shoulder. His touch was warm, comforting in a way that made you feel safe enough to let it all out. “It’s okay, I’m here. You’re not alone.”

His words broke something else in you, but this time, it wasn’t painful. It was a release. The tears kept falling, but his presence kept you grounded, kept you from drowning completely.

Behind you, you heard Chan’s hurried footsteps. He stopped when he saw you on the floor, a mix of guilt and worry etched into his face. “Y/N…” His voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”

Felix looked up at him, a silent exchange passing between them, and Chan knelt down beside you. “I didn’t mean to—” He stopped, choking on his own emotions, before continuing softly, “I should’ve seen that you were hurting. I was selfish.”

You looked up at him, your vision still blurred, but you could see the regret, the hurt in his eyes. And it wasn’t just because he’d had a rough day. It was because he hadn’t been there for you when you needed him most.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again, your voice shaking.

Chan shook his head, reaching out to take your hands in his, his grip gentle, tentative. “No, no, you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who wasn’t paying attention. I love you, and I should’ve been there for you. I’m so so sorry for calling you.. the way I called you. I’m sorry baby”

You shook your head. “Do you think I’m useless?? Am I just a doll to you??”

Chan realised how much his words hurt you. At this point he felt so guilty, his expression softened, his big glossy eyes looking directly at yours. “Y/Nie, my love, I didn’t mean to say those awful things to you. I understand if you’re not going to trust me anymore, but I swear I love you more than anything and I’ll do anything to make it up for you.. for us..”

Felix gave a small nod and stood up, retreating to give the two of you space. Chan pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours, his breath shaky as he spoke, “We’re going to get through this. Together, okay? I’m not leaving you to deal with this alone.”

And for the first time that day, you felt a small sense of relief, a small flicker of hope. It wasn’t going to be easy—these feelings, this heaviness—but you weren’t alone. Chan was with you, and that made all the difference.

As you sat there, held in his arms, the storm inside you slowly began to calm, the cracks in your heart starting to mend, piece by piece.

“I’m here,” Chan whispered again, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always be here.”

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@hannamoon143 @intartaruginha

[gamblersdoll]

“options.”

sum. he likes to play games with you, acting like he big dog, but you can play with him too. trueform! sukuna, fighting to smut, fluff at the end, spitting, deep mating press, (somewhat.)

“whats with the face, woman?” the ancient monster only asks because you aren’t entertaining him, you aren’t throwing tantrums about him not giving you attention. “youre quiet.”

“im not going to feed into your bullshit today.” you snark back, your arms limp and fingers padding away at your phone and he quirks an eyebrow up. “im not fucking stupid, ryomen.”

ryomen?

he nodded his head slow, chuckling to lean back and rub his chin. “do you know who yer’ talkin’ to?” he asks, you must have forgotten, had to be. the fuck was your problem? youve always been an obedient pet, sometimes having your days where he can somewhat understand and help you calm your nerves. was it that time again? no, he wouldve smelled it, if not— he wouldve tasted it. “talk.”

“you keep playing with me, always saying how im your favorite mortal,’ yet, you sneak off to other women when youre done with me.” you bring up, but it didnt hurt when you said that. thats what this was about? his harem?

“because i can.” he leans up and closer to you. “because i can do what the fuck i want to, thats what happens when youre a demon— let alone, king.” he reminds, you tend to forget your place when it came to him.

“you do that, then.” you chuckle, you were sick and fucking tired. “but when i find a man who i dont have to worry about ditchin’ me for other women, dont be angry.”

“thats okay, because you wont see another man.” hes starting to get pissed, because youre over-fucking-stepping. how dare you think you can seek out other men? when you had a demon who can give way more than what a mortal man cannot.

why was he even angry about that thought?

“so its okay for you to lie in my face and say im your favorite, but you seek other women? make it make the fuck sense.” because he wasnt making sense. you couldnt put that together, youre his favorite but he ended the night with other people to get him off. was your offerance not enough?

“lie?”he scoffs, grabbing you by your jaw and pulling you close. “no one has deceived you.” he makes his tone deep, eyes staring into yours snd he has a snarl to his lip.

“prove it, you goddamn liar.” you spit in his face, watching his blink slow and hard as he takes a deep breath in. “do something, i fucking dare you.” you growl, watching your fluids drip down his cheek.

he had to be more pissed at the fact you called him a liar than the actual truth, the truth of the matter being he does sleep around, (and excuses it by saying hes the king, so he can) and he hated that you labeled him as such.

his legs slammed against the back of yours, yeah he was furious— his second row of arms holding your hips down and one hand holding your wrists down together. “got really smart with your mouth, brat. thats not good.” he clicks his tongue, his only free hand smacking your cheek. “youve lost your goddamn mind, woman— did you think id let you get away with calling me a deceiver?”

“fuck you.” you moan out, this was pathetic. but who could blame you? imagine having a giant ancient demon drill his cock into you, while you feel the other one growing harder, and having him focus on you.

“think im a liar, mm?” he asks, his face getting closer to yours and he shakes his head in disbelief. “you want me to stop having others serve me the way you do? mm?” he asks so sweet, it shouldn’t be allowed for him to sound this way.. not with him being a dick and drilling his first dick inside. “cmon, little one— answer. say what you want.” you muster up the strength to speak, only for him to knock it down and him to pitifully laugh down to you. “oh, poor baby.. can you not speak? is it too much?” he asks, slowing his hips and slowly pulling away.

“no, its not—“ you try to say, but he spits in your face, and you knew that he was trying to prove a point.

“see how that feels, nasty thing?” he asks, taking his thumb and smearing it against your face. “say what you want, woman.”

“want you to stick with me only—“ you finally get it out, cut off with a moan only for him to coo at you. your hands pat at his chest, or so you thought.. since his belly mouth opens and licks at your palm.

“that what you want, pet? for me to only have you serve me the way you do?” he asked, watching your head nod and he smirks. “and what makes you think you get that privilege?” he wasn’t fucking serious, whats with all these fucking questions?

“because—“ you moan after, how the fuck long was this going to go, man? “because i can take all of you, thats why.” you let him know that, and now hes intrigued.

he laughs a little, licking his canines and grinding his tip deeper. “thats all you had to say, pretty one.” he blurts, his hold on your wrists become different, his hand holding yours. “takin’ it so good, think you can handle another?” you nod, him slowing just a little and pressing the second cock’s tip up to your slit. “you wanna try again?” he makes sure you know what youre saying..

because no mortal woman have ever taken him before..

until he learns the hard, satisfying truth about how you can stretch really well when you’re attracted to someone. the second cock slips in, your teeth grit and a slight stretch can be sometimes uncomfortable. his eyes blow wide, his mouth opening slightly in a gaze. “oh?” he says in a marveled voice. “fuck, hell yeah!” he laughs in a boisterous voice, spitting on your folds for lubrication and thrusting his cocks inside your cunt. “my absolute favorite mortal, for sure. ill eat my own words.” you nod, looking up to the ancient monster that fucks itself into your walls and feel it in your throat. your eyes roll back, him lightly smacking your cheek and forcing you to look up to him. “take all of it, take all of this king cocks.”

—

“you dyin’ on me?” he asks, him leaning back on the bed as you pull your panties up. “no, no, stay the way you are.”

“not dyin’.” you say monotone, pulling them off and feeling his eyes.

“youre still doubting my loyalty to you, are you?” he asks gruff. he scoffs, beckoning his fingers to you. “come.” come you did, literally and sexually only five minutes ago. “why do you doubt?”

“you never said youd stop, but.. should i have a reason to believe you?” you asked, looking up to him and he feels a pang.

why did they way you look at him hurt?

“i did. you just are too naive to see.” he pulls you until him, hearing your yelp and holding you close.

“you didnt though, you never said ‘ill stop whoring myself around,’ or however you want to say it.” you suggest that he calls himself a whore? him? no, he wouldn’t suffice to that.

“the moment you were able to get two of my cocks inside of you, i decided that.” he pointed out what he thought was obvious, but that only occurs in his mind. “and… i suppose when you spat in my face and i didnt decide to eat you.” he sighs, the side of his face staring down at you. “so be proud of that, youre my favorite.”

the feeling of hurt and betrayal leave you, knowing one thing was for sure.

you were his favorite, and he was yours.

[animeshotsh]

I would know | Husk x Child!Reader | Small AngelDust x Child!Reader |

Summary: Your life in hearth was not good and your learned too fast to know when someone its hurting

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death, suicide. HuskxAngel ship too. Grammar mistakes.

Requested

You were never too sure why you ended in hell or how. First, you were just a child, a regular one, you wondered what sins you could have done to end here. Was life not hard enough on you that you did not deserve eternal peace?

Was because of your death? But even that was a mistery to you. You cant remember if you were killed or if you took away your life. Then again, your life was a hell more than what the actual hell was. You would tremble when thinking of it.

Thats why you faked your emotions, the happy smile, the jokes, everything was a mask so no one would think what had happened to you. But one day after one exterminator day you met Charlie the princess of Hell. And she saw you, the Real you, she soon took you under her wings and roof, her dream of redemtion for sinners filled your heart.

So you stayed and met others along the way.

Husk was at first a grummpy sinner. With no Real care of what was happening in the hotel or with the others. However you found him interesting and started to follow him around (letting Vaggie breath alone for once). It was not a suprise Husk was not in for the task of taking care of a child specially one that could move without making a noise.

Some said it must be demonic power but you are sure you mastered this from the time you were alive.

Sneaking behind Husk was now your personal activity. Alastor found it better than the average comedy and would alwasy be around when you were doing it.

So far you had sneaked behind Husk at least 29 times. And over these times you two kind of got close. Husk never had kids when being alive, so he was not sure if you saw him as a father figure or a older brother, whatever it was he made sure you were on the right path. As right it could be in hell, at least he would make sure you were safe outside and inside the hotel.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

He found what happened to you one night. His left ear twitched as movement came, he caught you getting a pissed look from you.

"You are losing your touch kid" he said letting you down "and you should be asleep, the princess will know if you passed your bed time"

"Well, im not tired so lets do something!! We can watch tv all night"

"Alastor said that he would destroy the hotel if there was one single tv in here" Husk reminded them

"Oh right....then teach me to play poke!"

"And why would you like to learn that?" Husk asked looking down on you who was looking away from him

"I dont want to think now, If my mind its in another task...or seeing something...then I dont think"

Husk could hear the sad tone in your voice. He got down to your eye level making you face him.

"And what is it that you dont want to think about?"

You kept your eyes on him then tackled him for a hug. Husk hissed in suprise but stopped when he started to hear your cries. He slowly moved you, making you sit on him so he could wrap his amrs and wings around you.

"Shh kid, no one is going to hurt you in here, im gonna make sure of it"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

After that time Husk and you got closer, others noticed it but said nothing about it. Charlie went "aww" once she saw you being carried by Husk on his shoulders while he serverd drinks.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

You also grow to be close with Angel Dust, at first he too was not too happy about having a kid around but soon your jokes and personality got him. He also loved to see you pranking Husk.

And his little piggy loves you!! He wants to get you one too.

But you soon noted, something was off about Angel. You started to see times when his persona would change, how he would ignore others worries over him and just smile it off.

Oh....that was what you used to do. But you never had to face someone doing it too.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

Of course you went to Husk later on. Him and Angel seemed close so you were 100% sure that Husk would help you.

"You gotta be blunt" Husk said after you explained the situation.

"But...that would hurt him..."

Taking a deep breath Husk faced you.

"Listen kid, people have issues and how they face them its up to them, and how they do it sometimes backfires. Not everybody its going to listen to sweet talk and honey words. You have to be direct and end it there. Its up to them how to act afterwards"

"But...you were not like that to me" you said confused

"Because you are you and Angel its his own persona. You two are different" he responded "listen, i know you want to help him...i want to do it too. Let me try my way and if nothing happens...then we can try yours"

Your eyes got bright with emotion as you nodded.

"Yes!! Lets do it, lets help your boyfriend!!"

Blushing Husk responded "he is not-"

"I see it in the way you look at him" you stated getting a defeated sound from Husk.

[minorlyatfault]

CAN'T YOU TELL I WANT YOU, BABY, YEAH? b. barnes x f!reader

CATEGORY : suggestive. blurb.

𝓢ynopsis: teasing your boyfriend in a barely-there outfit, pushing him to the edge. w& hen he finally snaps, he pulls you into his lap, showing you just how much he's been holding back. nicknames ( doll )

𝓦arnings: not proofread. grammatical errors. ooc. suggestive !! allusions to smut. light teasing, tension, bucky being unhinged in the best way. uh,,, some specific features but im pretty sure it could still count as x reader??? im sorry if i offended anyone.😭

𝓝otes:

001. ALSO FOR MY GIRL, @dntaed !! & @jjsblueberry because she's the reason for kore's brainrot😋😋

002. gotta add marvel to my m. list now... vi this is not you vi this is not you vi this is not you

003. I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING AB THIS BECAUSE I AM AAAAA MINORRRRR💔 but my guidelines DID state that i would write light smut. specifically fade to black.

004. miiiggghhhttt try a different writing style one day idk

you’re pretty sure bucky barnes is going to combust.

he's been stuck on the end of your couch for the last twenty minutes, posture very rigid, hands folded between his knees like he's holding himself together. he hasn't said anything▰hasn't even glanced at you for more than a second. but you can see the way his jaw tightens every time you walk past. the way his shoulders become just a fraction tighter every time your bare legs come into his line of sight.

you act like you don't see. act like you're just scrolling through your phone like, minding your own business. having no clue that your beloved oversized t-shirt & bare feet are systematically loosening up the most tightly wrapped man on the planet.

you dramatically stretch your arms up overhead as you stride by him for the second time. perhaps a bit too… dramatically.

bucky clears his throat, but keeps quiet.

poor thing. he's working so hard to be polite. trying to be kind. he always does.

but that vibranium hand on his leg? yikes. trembling. catching the warm sheen of the lamp like it's cautioning you▰cautioning him▰that it's not made to stay still.

you lean against the back of the couch, allowing your shirt to fall just enough to graze his shoulder. "you okay, buck?" you ask, tone teasing. "you're real quiet tonight."

he breathes slowly through his nose. "i'm good, doll," he says, though it sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

"you sure?" you ask, looking down at him. "you look a little. tense."

“i’m fine,” he says again, but his eyes betray him. they flick to your bare legs, then up to your face▰& stay there. like he’s reminding himself to behave. like he wants to behave. like he needs to behave.

you walk around the couch & plop down next to him, tucking your knees to your chest. the shirt shifts with the movement. his eyes flick down again. brief, like a reflex. like he didn’t mean to.

you push his arm with your foot, gently. "you're not very good at keeping secrets, you know." at least not to you.

he exhales a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "i'm trying not to stare. i don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

you blink. relax. "you're not."

his eyes are guarded now. slow. "this… whatever this is▰you sure?"

you inch closer, voice falling. "bucky. if i didn't want you to see, i wouldn't be sitting here like. well, this.”

he continues to hesitate. naturally he does. this is bucky barnes. whose mind was imprisoned for years. who still second-guesses every desire. every touch.

but when you touch & run your fingers lightly down the smooth vibranium surface of his forearm, something changes. the metal bends under your fingers, obedient & exact. his breath hesitates. hitches.

"it's a very fancy piece of equipment," you whisper. "bet it can do anything…"

he swallows convulsively. "you're playing with fire."

you smile, lips tracing the edge of his jaw. "maybe i'm done playing."

oh, you don't know what you're getting into. or are you?

his metal hand rests on your thigh. soft but unyielding. his flesh hand cradles your cheek, thumb stroking over the skin as if he's committing the curve of you to memory. as if he can't quite believe you exist.

"you don't have to pretend with me," you breathe. "if you want me, bucky… you can have me."

his eyes lock with yours then▰blue & turbulent & so full of hurtful need. & something else, too. something oh, so gentle. cautious.

"i want you," he says softly. "more than you know."

when he kisses you, it's hesitant at first▰slow, as if he's feeling the water. as if he's afraid to break something. but the instant you react, running your fingers through his hair, he gives in to it. deepens it. allows himself to feel.

his metal hand creeps up your thigh, coming to rest just below the edge of your shirt. & you do. because he's not only the soldier. not only the arm. he's bucky. & he's yours.

& when you pull away to gasp, foreheads together, you whisper, "you gonna show me what else it can do?"

he laughs. low &... fucking hot. "you're making it very hard for me to be a gentleman, doll."

"good," you smile. "i don't need a gentleman. i need you."

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[the-s1lly-corner]

Reader dying in front of them (crp edition 1/?)

I don't want to be silly anymore. I want to be EVIL! Also I've been on a bit of an angst kick lately so uuuuuuuuuh yeah... i make no promises that the other parts will come directly/quickly after this UHUHUHUH usually i try to group multi part stuff together but atp im kinda just trying to slowly work though my writers block so i have. no idea how posts are going to look for a while

Characters: slender, splendor, masky, hoodie, ticci toby

Notes: reader was gn, scenarios range from vague to specific, not s good time, written in a random burst of energy because eeeerm admin is going through one of his hella sleepy patches, reader is a proxy in masky/hoodie/tobys parts, its up in the air whether or not the reader is in on the whole crp thing w/ slender and splendor

CWs: wounds and death, canon typical violence, mercy killing

SLENDERMAN

youre caught in between him and someone rushing to attack him- usually he would be able to pull you out of the way but for one reason or another he wasnt fast enough. for the first time in... god knows how long... someone caught him off guard

and you have to pay for it. the pain is too much for you, blurring your vision. you just know that in an instant the attacker is dead and torn apart on the ground and slenderman is hovering over your body as your life quickly seeps out onto the forest floor together

he doesnt pick you up or hold you- he knows better than that, the act would likely makes things worse. youre already going to die as is, theres no way he can stop the bleeding fast enough... the most hes going to do is grace his tentacles along your face in an attempt to brush away the blood and tears. youre buried somewhere in the forest, near a patch of flowers

SPLENDORMAN

hes distraught, but he doesnt let that stop him from trying to control the situation and prevent it from getting worse. whether it be someone running around with a weapon or a horrible accident thats left you broken on the ground

he wants to hold you- he wants to save you, but youre falling apart right in front of him and hes powerless to stop it. the only thing he can do is try to comfort you as your life comes to an end. he holds you in his arms; his hands absentmindedly try to apply pressure to your wounds... he tears his hands away when you react with pain. theres so many apologies falling from his mouth that it may outpace your blood loss

more than anything hes going to blame himself. he prides himself on being a good guy, someone who can help and overall be a positive impact for people. he takes the loss.... so hard... he will eventually return to his old self... or at least as close to it as he can get given the tragedy- but for a long time hes going to be wearing a mask

MASKY

youre both chasing down people who have gone too deep into the woods. its the middle of the night, and... its too dark for you to see one of them rushing you from the side. the attack on you only lasts for what feels like a few seconds, but the damage done is enough to leave you heaped on the ground

masky doesnt carry first aid with him, and youre both too far off from any help. but thats not going to stop him crushing the skull of whoever stabbed you- followed by picking you up and taking you (a mix of him carrying you and dragging you) some place where you can rest while he comes up with a plan

it... sounds heartless given that hes still at least partially focused on the other targets running around in the night... but its more of a mechanism for himself to keep his mind forward in the face of your condition. he... leaves you to rest and comes back to your corpse

HOODIE

he wasnt there when you were initially injured, but he finds your slumped over form against a tree somewhere in the woods. your head hung forward against your chest, as if you were unconscious but as he gets closer he finds out youre still awake... but if you were fully aware... there was no real way for him to tell

hes seen enough people with bashed in heads to know that youre not going to last, and that there realistically isnt anything he can do. hes as hard to read as ever, if you can still decipher whats happening around you you cant make out how hes feeling

theres nothing he can do to help you, youre likely to be dead by the time he manages to find a way to treat your wounds. so he does the only thing he can think of. he finishes the job, cutting your suffering short for your own sake. its not a decision he makes lightly

TICCI TOBY

when he finds you being overpowered by one of the people you guys were running down in the forest he is livid- panicked but angry beyond belief. he throws one of his hatchets as hes bolting towards the scene and uses the other to finish the job

hes easily one of the more outwardly emotional and gutted ones, and his own state may make things worse for you. hes trying to coax you to keep your eyes open- please respond to his questions, you dont even have to answer them correctly.. just keep talking so he knows youre still here while he tries to rake his brain for anyway to save you

he begins shaking you- lightly at first, before eventually nearly thrashing you- when you stop talking. youre gone, and hes going to live with that for the rest of his life. he... will always think about what could have happened if he stuck with you or came to your aid faster. your loss leaves him more irritable than before and more likely to lash out

[tokischaaaaa]

distraction 🌀

notes!!: inspired by tiktok above ^^

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.1k!!

y/n was 2 hrs into her stream on her twitch channel, she had just begun a poll on her stream to listen to albums she hadn’t had the chance to listen to before.

basically a listening party, and a way for her viewers to input and spread their music taste.

“so admins can yall show what are the albums chats saying i should listen to?”

moments later and a few clicks later, y/n moved the poll to the screen to show her viewers.

options of albums to listen to were:

orquídeas - kali uches

negro swan - blood orange

cowboy carter - beyoncé

late registration - kanye

considering the biggest/ most well known artist was beyoncé and kanye , the polls showed the competition between both albums.

seconds later, the poll ended and cowboy carter by beyoncé had won.

30 minutes later, after gasps, snapping and humming, y/n was 75% done with the album. as she heard the beginning another comentary interlude and got up and stretched, still being visble to chat she jumped once she heard a loud chanting in her head phones.

spaghettii had started playing, y/n got up and started tapping her foot while placing her hands on her hips. she was so distracted that she didn’t hear hamzah come inside their apartment, he was became quickly aware that y/n was streaming due to the blaring light from her monitor.

as the lyrics ‘like a snap of my fingers im thanos!’ was yelled by beyoncé, y/n couldn’t help but start twerking due to the hypnotizing song. she wasn’t showing her junk to the camera but having her backside face the wall.

hamzah on the other hand was having a fun time. he couldn’t help but laugh as y/n kept making faces as she rocked her hips.

soon she got lower and lower, THAT caught hamzahs attention. he began to feel his chest tighten as he his desire to be behind y/n as she was dancing grew stronger.

as the song started to progress and get a little slower instrumental wise, y/n went back to her seat and was quickly made aware of hamzahs presence by chat.

“who’s here chat?” y/n said looking around, her eyes meeting hamzahs.

“you saw all that?” y/n blurted as her face turned red.

“yeah, never knew you had that in you y/n,” hamzah chuckled, walking closer to her monitor.

“mhm, guess you never knew i was apart of the beyhive.” y/n said raising her eyebrows.

“yeah, guess not.” he said, still thinking about y/n’s dancing, getting closer to y/n.

y/n could tell hamzah was feeling dirty, but she had to warn him before he kept talking stupid.

“babe i’m on stream,” y/n said pressing her mute button.

hamzah took her finger off the button, and grinned to her.

“babe i don’t care, plus you was bucking your hips in the air.” hamzah snickered eyeing y/n down, putting his warm hand on her back, slowly inching his fingers under her shirt.

y/n’s back straightened quickly, hamzah grinned shifting his head to the camera.

“how’s the listening party going?”

“good, wait you’ve been watching?”

“yeah, nonifications always on for you babe.” he said giving her cheek a quick peck.

soon y/n’s chat filled with hearts and you and hamzahs ship name.

“bruh, look what you did.” y/n groaned. “i still got like 7 more songs. all chats gonna be doing is asking for this.”

“so, give them what they want.” hamzah smiled putting his bag down and letting his hand on y/n’s back go deeper and grab her ass.

a audible gasp came out of y/n.

“hamzah.” she hissed under her breath, holding onto the mic.

hamzah shrugged in response.

y/n took a deep breath, giving hamzah a playful glare before turning back to her chat. "alright, alright, y'all. let's get back to the music!" she said, trying to regain her composure.

as she clicked to start the next track, the chat was buzzing with excitement and heart emojis. "you two are too cute!" one message read, while another said, "this is the best stream ever!"

y/n couldn't help but smile. despite the unexpected interruption, she loved how supportive her community was. and she couldn't deny that hamzah's presence added a special touch to her streams.

as the next song started playing, y/n leaned back in her chair, letting the music wash over her. she glanced at hamzah, who was now lounging on the couch, watching her with a smirk. she felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of love and amusement.

hamzah, sensing her gaze, winked at her. "you know, i could join you for the rest of the stream. make it a duet," he teased.

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "oh really? you think you can keep up with me and beyoncé?"

"absolutely," hamzah replied, standing up and moving closer to her setup. he pulled up a chair next to her, and the chat went wild with excitement.

"alright, chat, you heard him. hamzah's joining us for the rest of the listening party!" y/n announced, her smile widening as she saw the flood of positive reactions.

hamzah settled next to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "so, what's next on the list?" he asked, peering at the screen.

"let's see," y/n said, scrolling through the remaining tracks. "ah, here we go. this one’s a classic." she clicked play, and the opening notes filled the room.

as the music played, hamzah gently swayed in his seat, occasionally singing along and making y/n laugh with his over-the-top yapping. they shared stories about their favorite songs, playfully debated the best albums, and even took turns reading out the funniest comments from the chat.

at one point, hamzah leaned in closer, his voice soft in her ear. "you know, watching you like this, so happy and in your element... it’s one of my favorite things."

y/n felt her cheeks warm and her heart flutter. "glad you enjoy it as much as i do," she murmured back, giving his hand a squeeze.

as the final track played, they both leaned back, content and relaxed. y/n turned to hamzah, her eyes shining with gratitude and affection. "thanks for joining me tonight. it made this stream extra special."

"anytime, babe," hamzah replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. "you know i'm your biggest fan."

as they wrapped up the stream, y/n felt an overwhelming sense of joy. not just from the music and the wonderful interaction with her chat, but from the simple, beautiful connection she shared with hamzah. it was in moments like these that she felt truly blessed, knowing that they had something extraordinary.

"goodnight, everyone!" y/n called out, waving to the camera as the stream ended. she turned to hamzah, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "now, where were we?"

hamzah grinned, pulling her close. "i believe we were just getting started."

tokischaaaa speaks: idk why but i jus like writing fluff now lol 🤭

[roadkillremi]

Quote 24 smut with billy pleas🩷🩷

I can do that!!!

24. "I wouldn't imagine breaking your underwear rule." (Billy Loomis says this to Sydney Prescott)

Masterlist 300 Event

Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Summary: after a long day of "busy" work Billy wants some company. Reader and Billy are 18+

Warnings : MINORS DNI, smut, p in V, unprotected, Billy kinda pressures?, He has a knife, language, he uses that knife to carve his initial into you, a bit of praise.

You read a book in your room while your music played. You softly hummed to yourself flipping through your book. A soft knock interrupted you, you looked up and walked towards your window. You moved your curtains over to reveal Billy looking into the window. You softly smiled and opened your window.

"Billy. It's 9pm." You leaned towards him. He smiled, "I know. It's more fun this way.". You moved to the side to let him in. He climbed through and looked around. You had music and movie posters on the walls. He always found it interesting to look at them.

"Let me guess you got done at Sydney's and had to go to your secret affair?" You gave him a look. Billy shook his head, "I didn't come from Sydney's.".

"you just came to a losers house for fun?" You tilted your head.

You weren't part of his friend group, and you had no desire to be part of it. You met Billy through Randy Meeks. You were a frequent customer of Bradley's video store. You had a routine, Friday you get food, get a movie, and pass out. Billy seems to figure out your routine and joined you one night. You were scared you were just another girl. You heard the rumors about Christina, you didn't wanna end up like her. So you told him you wouldn't sleep with him, which made him more eager to see you.

He softly smiled at you, "You're not a loser...". You shrugged, "Just a random girl Billy Loomis is visiting.". He looked down, "You're not... Random.". You sighed, "Billy I was joking-".

"I told you I.. I like being around you.".

"So that's why you ignore me at school? It makes total sense." You argued. You shook your head, "I told you im not some... Some-".

"slut?" Billy asked looking at you with a smirk. He stared at your exorcist poster, "I know you're not.".

"What do you want Billy?" You asked softly. He looked at you and slowly scanned your body.

"You."

"I told you I can't ... You're dating Sydney!" You said putting your hands to your face.

"When did you start caring about Sydney?!" Billy scoffed.

"Last I checked her and Tatum teased you." He added. You looked up at him, "Shut the fuck up.". You stood up, he softly smiled.

"See? Sydney's not like you. She cares too much... About herself... she's a push over too. She's always scared and shit. But you... You don't care. You like the dark stuff... Like me...".

"Then break up with her." You crossed your arms. Billy shook his head, "I told you it's difficult, her mom died.".

"I'm aware." You muttered. Billy stepped closer, "I just need you... It was a rough day okay?!" His voice grew more irritated. He sat on the edge of your bed and stared at the wall ahead of him.

"My dad... He's an asshole... You understand that... You're mom left too..." Billy tried to shove his emotions back. You stepped towards him, "I know... I'm sorry...". He hugged your torso burning his face in your stomach. You ran your fingers through his hair, "I'm sorry I fussed at you. I'm just... Worried.".

"I know." He glanced up at you. You looked over at your TV, "Do you wanna watch the exorcist?".

"We watched that last time...".

"it's my favorite." You whisper. He nods, "sure.". You turn on your TV and set up the Exorcist. Once you sat by Billy on your bed you leaned on his shoulder. He'd slowly start kissing your head, then cheek, then neck. You breath a bit heavier and grab his arm.

"What are you doing?" You asked softly. He looked at you, "I'm kissing you.". He then gently kissed you on the lips. You gave in to him leaning into his touch. His hands slid behind your back and he pushed his body towards you more. He positioned you beneath him as he continued to kiss you. His hand moved towards your pajama pants. His fingers wrapped around the elastic, you backed your face away from his.

"Billy..."

"Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of breaking your no underwear rule." He sounded annoyed.

Your stomach noted, he complained about Sydney being the same way in the past. You took a Shakey breath, "No..". He looked up at you, "I want to tell you I'm ready.". His eyes went wide and then he smirked. He kissed you before sliding off your pajama pants.

"That's my girl." He whispered. You grinned, His girl... You grabbed his face pulling him into a kiss. He grunted lowly, he pulled away to examine your face. You gently smiled at him, he sat up unbuttoning his blue shirt. You leaned up slightly on your elbows to watch him. He stared directly in your eyes as he took off his white t-shirt. Your eyes traveled down his slightly toned body. You sat up and took off your shirt as a response. He smirked laying you back down. He trailed his face down your neck. You felt his nose slightly touch your skin. He kissed your collarbone a couple times before biting it. You gasps your hands clinging to your bed. Billy softly chuckled, his laugh vibrating onto your skin.

"Billy.." you softly whispered, he looked up quickly.

"Yes?"

"I..I'm scared.. n-not scared but nervous..". You looked off to the side. Billy smiled, "It's okay. I'll take... Good care of you.". He leaned back down to kiss your collarbone. His hands slid to your hips, "So beautiful" he muttered. He sat up pulling a pocket knife from his back pocket. He flicked it open cutting the sides of your underwear. He threw the piece of fabric to the side. Your eyes widen at the scene, your heart pounded. He started unbuckling his belt and taking off his jeans.

"Gonna take real good care of you..." He whispered. You watched his knife carefully, he glanced up at you and then looked at the knife. He smiled, "Not scared of this old thing are you?". You shook your head, "No." You gave him a small pathetic smile. He leaned closer to your face, "Are you scared of me?". The blade contacted your thigh, you jumped a bit.

"No.". He smirked, "You really are something else" he softly chuckled. He kissed you before returning to his position. He took his boxers off revealing himself to you. You stared down at him unsure of how to respond.

It sprung up against his stomach and was easily 7ish inches. Your eyes widened and you looked up at Billy.

"Don't worry.." he rubbed the tip in-between your folds. "It'll only hurt for a moment." He smiled. He soon thrust himself in, causing a loud gasp. He quickly covered your mouth with his hand.

"Don't wanna wake up your folks now do you?" He whispered. You shook your head no, he smiled and slowly thrusted. You tried to relax your body giving into the feeling. His hand was still planted in your mouth while his other gripped your hip and held his knife. He looked into your eyes showing no sympathy. He breathed heavily sometimes letting out a grunt.

You hand grabbed his wrist to the hand covering your mouth. He grinned down at you, observing you like a piece of art. He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

"I.. wanna.. hear you.." he said in between breaths. Your breathing was jagged and your body was tense. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back. His arms wrapped around you back. He pulled you closer using your position to use you more. Billy groaned watching your face contort.

"so good..." He mumbled watching you. You moaned in response, you reached for his shoulder to grab on for support. A coil twisted in your stomach as you got more intense.

"Let it happen." Billy whispered knowing you were close. Your legs spasmed as you whined. Billy gently laid you back down, "Good girl." He smiled. He took his knife carving a B into your hip. You hissed softly, "What was that?". Billy just smirked and got up putting his clothes back on.

"You're leaving?" You whispered. Billy looked over "We have school tomorrow. But.. I promise I'll break up with Sydney by the end of this week.". You nodded, "okay. Bye Billy..". He leaned down to kiss you, "Bye.".

A week later

"Billy Loomis visited you?"

"Yes.. but I didn't know!"

"Did he mention anything?"

"He.. he mentioned breaking up with Sydney at the end of the week."

"Is that all?"

"He told me not to go to the party... I didn't know why.. well.. I do now."

[skookyumi]

Whose my good girl?

Ran x Sevika

Ran and Sevika hang out after work (not misleading)

MINORS DNI !! NSFW WRITING

WC : 5,021 Contains: Tgirl Sevi , Puppy play

enjoy ~!! __________

Purple and red hues bathed the bar in an almost headache inducing light, bass thrumming through the newly built walls of ‘The last drop’ or as it was referred to now in these new times just ‘The drop’. It was a busy Saturday night and Ran rotated a stary billiard in their hand as they scanned the floor. Sevika should have been here by now, but she had been staying later at the council lately and was reluctant to let Ran tag along. Apparently their steely glares were too much for some of the older ones to handle , nervous that they couldn't determine their next move. 

Now they resided here on the late days , waiting for her to return and deliver news or orders, sometimes just to keep her company.  She had kept her inner circle tight and to the chest, after losing so much during the arcane bullshit she wanted to be sure that the family she had built stayed strong. For themselves and for Zaun. The Chem barrons slowly dissolved into sectors throughout the city to steadily increase wages and living quality through genuine work and opportunities for a cleaner lifestyle. 

Ran stood by her side unwaveringly, after being caught in prison and unable to help until the very end of the Noxus invasion, they wanted her to know she had their devoted commitment. Thieram had full control of the bar now with Lock handling security detail while Ran oversaw most inside transactions in Zaun while Sevika was away. 

They moved to the bar to grab a quick drink, sipping on a gin and tonic while moving to their usual table to observe. Sitting  they leaned back watching lazily, after a while pulling out their little pack to roll a blunt. The noise of the bar was like a subtle buzz in their ears, zoning out until it was time to pop the smoke in their mouth. They toked on it by themselves for a little until Lock came to sit in front of them silently asking for a hit. They gave it to him with no protest, going back to playing with the scratch ball that lay heavy in their hand. Getting lost in the feeling of their augmented right hand rapping harshly against the resin ball. 

“Ran” the creak of Lock's metal jaw made their eyes look up to him. He tossed his head to the side and their eyes followed the movement to see an angry looking man. They had no clue what this bozo’s name was, sitting back with an arm across the chair , they raised a brow “What?”

He was tall, almost reaching lock’s height, but thin as a bean pole. Lithe muscle could be seen there tense in anger Ran assumed, by his half scarred face sneering down at them.

“Sevika said she’d be here by- three fucking hours ago and im done waiting”

Ran raised an eyebrow “ Okay , Bye then “ 

“Are you fucking serious?!” He grabbed their ironed white shirt by the collar, yanking them up. The table clattered at the motion, getting louder when Lock stood all the way up with a growl.

“Dog can’t even make good of her word anymore, turning into Piltie scum so quickly i see” 

“Watch your mouth” lock muttered, iron jaw creaking as he clenched it. 

“She’ll be here, either wait or don't, I don't care” Ran stated giving him a deadpan stare. They could tell their look unnerved him, as peaceful as a baby, being held up like a doll. He didn't relent though , bringing them closer to his face as spittle teased his lips “ I have waited! My time was fucking wasted-” he pulled out a knife and brought it close to their neck “ so what are you going to do about it” 

The bar was getting quieter  and unsettled murmur making its way in the undertone of the music. A few more men stood behind him looking a bit sheepish but standing behind their bendy straw of a leader. 

“Not shit” Ran shrugged, holding the cue ball hard in their hand. 

“You stupid cu-” 

With a strain of their arm muscle Ran cocked it back and brought it forward with fruition, an awful crack sounding as it made contact with the side of his face. The screech he let out made them snicker, taking as much space as they could so as not to be cornered against the table. Lock started beating one of the boys behind him harshly , the whip of his fist against flesh made Rans blood pump. 

Their boots were heavy against the stained hardwood, they watched him struggle back and grab his face as it started to bleed heavily. Snarling he let go , whipping the knife wielding hand towards them , it was sloppy and they easily batted his hand away. Tilting their head a bit as he thrust again , bringing his hand down to slash from above the tip of it slicing their shirt. 

Teetering back they tipped feigning surprise and when he dipped to carve at them again they grabbed his arm using their momentum to bring him down in front of them.  He flailed his arms out now suddenly falling, Ran stood  beside him and when he twisted to regain his footing they kneed him in the head. He groaned loudly clutching his already injured face and when Ran brought their boot up to kick him in the head again , he pinwheeled his arms “No no no i get it please “ 

‘So polite’ they thought, in the earlier days this guy would probably be dead. Alas, this was the turn of a new leaf and Zauns counselor wanted things to be more amicable between Zaunites , which meant less inward violence. They brought their boot down , huffing and reaching for the blunt that still lay between Lock’s lips.  He stood beside them sneering down at the man with one of his buddies unconscious in between his clenched arm “ Like i said , stay -” inhale “go” exhale “ i don't care, but you wont get what you want doing all of this” they waved their metal hand around to his friends and him.

Lock throws his buddy down beside him and Ran watches with a steely gaze as they are both helped up by the others. They don’t say anything as they walk away leaving a younger boy looking nervously up at Ran “ I - I’ll wait here for miss Sevika sir” he says towards them. It was frustrating to see the youngest of them act the most responsible, they let a little amusement show on their face as they smirked “ See that you do, Lock get em some food” they jabbed their metal thumb to the kitchen. He grunted and placed a softer hand on the young one's back and guided him to the back for a warm meal. 

About thirty minutes later Ran felt a hand on their shoulder as they dealt some cards at their table. Looking up their blood warmed seeing a beautiful smiling face looking back down to them. Sevikas docked hair falling gently over her cheek bones, dark bags under her eyes , jaw clenched with some tension. 

“Heard you had some trouble earlier” She starts, slapping their knee lightly. Ran took the hint and scooted over , the heat of Sevikas thigh making them feel at ease. The boy is at the table along with Lock and a few other henchman, Ran pursed their lips and shrugged “Nothing i couldn’t handle” 

“Of course, I expect nothing less” Sevika smirks, her arm falling on the back of the chair , legs spreading widely. Ran pressed against her legs as they grew wide, their own thighs seeking space, once situated Ran introduced the boy. 

They didn't talk for long, he and his ‘crew’ were a group of brothers who lost their parents during the Arcane situation. The older of them wanting to take care of his brothers but only knowing violence to get what he needs. He asked for food and an actual house to live in and Sevika provided him ample amounts of people to go see, letting him know to get with Lock before they left to get food for at least the next week. Ran felt sympathetic, wary at the beating the brothers took, but moving past it quickly as the young boy smiled, small tears in his eyes. 

Sitting there for another hour after he leaves , Ran stretched their arms out with a big yawn. Sevika tilted her head towards them, eyes grazing their body “ Tired?”

“Duh, you took forever”

“Sorry, Meeting ran late again and I had to make stops around Piltover” she grunts, rolling her eyes at the memories. 

“It’s okay, I don't mind,” they said quietly , looking up to her with dark rimmed eyes. 

She stared at them for a moment then back at the table to collect her cards “ Come over? “

“For sure” they nodded

Collecting some of their things, Ran stopped to say their goodbyes to Thier while Sevika stopped to grab some things from her office. Buttoning up their jacket , Ran waited outside for the larger woman. Smirking up at her as she bumped shoulders with them, Ran started walking down the darkening streets, a small chill clinging on the dank winds. The walk to Sevika’s house was comfortably silent, the two of them only sharing looks when a cigar passed back and forth. 

Sevika’s house was smaller, standing closely between two others , the one on the right grown over and broken. Ran nodded to the older woman sitting on her porch with a pipe to the left , She raised a wrinkled hand in response. Sev unlocked the door with a click and a harsh shove of her foot, the old door making its signature groan as the two walked in. Ran kicked off their shoes and immediately flopped onto the sofa as Sev padded into the kitchen. 

Plucking a dingy remote from the side table and make their way to a movie Sev and them had not finished yet. Taking nimble fingers they started to undo some of the buckles on their harness, placing a small pistol , knives , and their main swords at the bottom of the coffee table. After a brief moment of dull buzzing Sevika walks around the corner with two drinks in her hands, sitting firmly beside Ran, her warm thigh pressing against their own. 

She offered a neat whiskey and Ran took it without complaining, bringing their knees up and splaying their legs across her lap. They took a second to watch her face as she pulled up her front hair into a small pony. Her brown skin was a bit dry from the cold, but her eyes glistened, vibrant like polished silver. Ran noticed ever since the Arcane her scar shimmered more brightly, sometimes thrumming when she was upset or … invigorated. 

“What?” she barked, mechanical hand falling in their lap as the flesh one brought her own drink to her lips. 

“Nothing” they mused, placing their drink on the coffee table. They idled their hands with Sevikas mech, recently upgraded to a sleeker design. Ran had been adding small details and concealed weapons, something not as intimidating to the council but just as useful. Skimming up her forearm they pushed a small lever, looking down to see if the blade pushed out , it didn't.

Huffing , Ran pursed their lips at sevika “ Why didn’t you tell me about this ? I could have fixed it this morning before you left “

Sevika hummed and shrugged “ I can defend myself without it, it's not a big deal” 

Ran mocked her while reaching under the table for the discarded belt, it held a small tool set they always carried around. Sevika smirked at them, shaking her head minutely, she grabbed the remote before they started . Murmuring about how she didnt want to finish this shit last time, turning on some playlist of hers, before settling down with a cigar in her mouth. 

Working silently, Ran got lost in the motion of the mechanics throwing their head back sometimes , trying to get their hair out of their eyes. Sevika watched on and off , the sounds of metal scraping relaxing her after a long and boring day. She moved her right hand to move Ran’s bangs out of the way, their dark orbs flicking up to her at the movement. They shed a small smile her way, and she huffed out some smoke , her heart picking up at the casual intimacy. 

They went on like that for about an hour until Ran groaned and stretched loudly from their slouched position. Sevika wiggled her metal fingers, rolling her shoulder she flicked the switch and a fine silver blade shot out of the top of her hand. Ran nodded and clapped their hands together “ now you look so cool” 

Sev sent them a look “ I already look cool” 

They smiled sweetly “ To me you do !”

“Always” she growled, flicking the blade back into place. 

“Hmm, I don’t know , sometimes you do look like a little puppy” 

Sevika flicked her head to Ran with an enraged glare “Take that back !”

Ran threw their hands up defensively “ Can’t take back what's true” 

Scoffing Sevika lunged at Ran, easily overtaking them with them half way in her lap. A raspy laugh spilled from their lips as the two of them wrestled. Sevika had the upper hand with her strength, but unknown to many enemies were her tickle spots. Taking their cool metal fingers, Ran dug into Sevikas ribs with raptus tickles. Sev bucks with a yelp and the two of them tumble off the couch, taking the opportunity Ran straddled her side and went for her neck and armpits next. Sevikas barks out a laugh but her face is strained in anger.

Lifting her hip she bucks Ran onto her legs, their breath comes out in a yell. Sevika twists her body to face them, moving them between her legs, the back of their knees resting on her thighs. Ran moves to push away from her but she grabs their wrists quickly, they pout and tilt their head “Bad puppy !” 

“Shut. UP!” Sev growls using her weight to push Ran back to the ground. They wrap their strong legs around her midsection, using their strength to take Sevika by surprise. Whipping their midsection into motion the twist Sevika onto her back, her weight making her huff with exertion. She tries to reach for them but they scoot back onto her crotch, bending back to grab one of the small blades they stuffed under the table. With a swift motion they brought the knife to a lunging Sevika’s chest , she bared her teeth and Ran met her gaze with a small smirk. 

They stared at each other, Ran causally moving the sharp point in circles, touching her chest with soft movements. The warmth of her body making ran release the tension of their limbs and sink into her lap. Sevika watched them with a steely gaze, her pulled lips softening at the change of their posture. They twisted the knife between their fingers before dropping it onto the coffee table.

Not breaking eye contact , bringing their hands up from Sevikas chest to her shoulders, fingers spreading softly against the freshly shaved undercut. Sevikas hands found purchase on their hips, holding them closer to her core , face not telling of her emotion. 

“I just think you’re cute , what's wrong with that?” Ran says gently after a heartbeat.

Sevika rolls her eyes “M’not cute , I’m fierce , terrifying -” 

Ran hovers over her face closely as she mumbles , taking their lips to ghost over her jaw. Their breath curling around the back up her ear, Sevika shivered gripping them a little tighter . Plush lips kissed right under her ear  “ Pretty , Charming , Adorable-” Ran murmured , opening their mouth to bite the junction between her neck and shoulder. 

Sevika hissed grinding her clothed length against Ran “Shut-” she blew a harsh breath through her nose as ran shifted against her in small rotations “-up” it came out breathy and punctuated. Ran took their time creeping up and down the sides of her neck and shoulders “Shh, shh shh , “ Ran hushed her as she opened her mouth to protest more “Let me take care of you” the whispered into her mouth.  Moving to catch her lips with a soft moan from the woman. 

Their tongue dipped into her mouth with ease, they lapped at the back of her teeth as she pulled them closer, arms fully enclosing around them. Sevika’s breath came out labored when Ran broke away from her, their hands sliding under her shirt to pull it off.  While she worked on getting her shirt off Ran bent back working her belt open, hands dipping in the edges to shimmy them off of her legs. Her length lay semi hard in her briefs, Ran could feel their mouth water. 

Looking back up Sevika watched them with a cocky smirk. Squinting their eyes they gave her an incredulous look, popping up to stand above her so quickly she flailed back a little, palms pressed into the carpet as she looked up to them. Sev pushed up to join them but they tutted and wagged a mechanical finger “ Nu’uh , stay “ they ordered , a glimmering finger pointing down to the floor.

Sevika sneered and continued to move, Ran quickly brought their foot to push against her cock harshly. Her shoulders jolted , elbows bowing back with the sudden pressure.  She let out a shaky breath and looked up at them with scalding blown eyes, nose flaring with her deep breaths. Ran cocked their head and sent her a small smile , their foot dividing the pressure evenly as they moved it in an enticing rotation. 

“Good Puppy” they purred, laughing down at her as they felt her length harden with their ministrations. 

She looked so cute down there, eyes averted from their own, an embarrassed flush rising from her nape. Taking her chin into their hand they tilted her face to look up at them as they stepped harder into her. Her brows knitted together deliciously , silver gaze being consumed by the void of her lust. Ran toyed with her, holding her jaw firm , keeping her gaze while they worked her hard length. They took their heel and lowered it to the junction of her balls, grinding gently until sevika produced a heady groan. 

Her eyes closed, mouth gaping in such a beautiful display. Ran let go of her and got on their knees, kneeling between her opened legs they brush their augmented hand against her, smiling as her hips jut against them. They kiss her lips slowly , devouring all the little breaths she gives them while they trace the head of her cock with a cool thumb.  They part from her dipping to her to leave hot kisses and bites down her stomach.  Their breath ghosted over her happy trail , they preened at the shutter Sevika let out pushing harder into the palm of Ran's hand. 

“Ran-” Sev started 

Ran took their hand away from her and frowned “Dogs don't talk Sevi” 

She gritted her teeth in frustration, closing her lips and she looked at them with a questioning stare. 

They smiled , rolling her briefs down her thighs. Her cock bounced as her underwear was removed, Ran wanted to take her into their mouth right there, but more teasing was required.  Taking their flesh hand to her mouth they commanded “ Spit” 

Sevika obeyed quickly, eagerness making her thighs part more. She hissed as their cold metal fingers grabbed the base of her length, taking the spit in the palm to coat the head of her cock. Bringing their pointer finger and thumb together to encircle the top. They moved begrudgingly slow, rotating their wrist minutely, watching Sevi’s face to see which flick got her going. Her thighs started to twitch, nostrils flaring with a small bead of sweat sitting right at the tip of her beautiful nose. Their thumb rubbed up the slit of her head, sending a high whine out of her. A short gasp and a pleading look made Ran’s thighs rub together in restraint “Stop fucking with me” Sevika growled as Ran continued their small circles. 

Ran glowered at her “Bark then” 

She looked at them like they were crazy “ go fuck yourself” 

Ran took their hands off of her, placing their  body on the ground so their head was right above Sevika’s length. Hot breath coasting down the semi wet skin , she groaned leaning back on her elbows. 

“Come on, let's hear it” they pushed, fingers skimming the dark skin of her inner thighs. When they didn't get anything but a malice stare , they took her cock in their hand with a strong grip. 

“Fuck” she hissed as they gripped her hard and kissing the tip of their head. 

“Be a good girl for me and speak ” 

Licking the curve of her head to her tip and suckling the small droll of precum they looked up to her , waiting. Sevika gambled with her brain and her cock, Ran was always pushing her boundaries seeing how much they could get from her. Unfortunately for Sevika , Ran pushed all her buttons well. Their warm tongue kitten licking the bundle of nerves right under the head of her cock , she needed more. Her hips twitched seeking more of their heat, Ran held her hips with firm hands smiling up to her with coy eyes.

Baring her teeth she gripped the shag of the carpet hard , looking away “ ...woof ”

Ran could have squealed with excitement , instead they pouted , leaning over her cock as they angled it straight up. They waited until she decided she was ready to make eye contact, her chest rose unevenly, gaze hazy , unsure and nervous. While watching Ran gathered quite a mouthful for her, sending a rivet of glossy spit from their mouth to her cock. Sev inhaled deeply at the sight , watching as it pooled around Ran’s hand. 

They slowly moved their hand down her shaft, the way they coated her was nearly painful. Sevikas brows were drawn up in tension, Ran’s deft hands weren’t new to her but seemed to take her thoughts away nonetheless. She clenched her jaw tightly to not have it drop in a moan, they looked like a coiled snake between her legs. Lean body curled beneath her , ready to strike out and have her powerless between them.

“I think you can do better than that” they hummed, quickening the pace of their hand “Right?”

Their hand rubbed over her head with a tight grip, Sevika’s head dipped back a long ground vibrating from her chest. 

“Please, for me?” The plea was accompanied  by the  sloppy sounds of their handjob. Sevika didn't say anything, only letting out harsh huffs of air and small whines. Her thighs strained at the urge to buck into their hand, taking her silver eyes she looked back to Ran. When she saw them their fingers wrapped around her base holding it firmly, their mouth a dark rimmed O teasingly above her cock. Their eyebrows raised questioningly, Sevika's veins burned with embarrassment and want. A deep fog wriggled its way through the folds of her brain, a deep sigh released from her  as Ran’s lips coasted her inner thighs. Dark eyelashes curled on ivory cheeks. 

Blinking up to their divine partner, Ran could have sworn a shining halo dropped from the heavens and an angel before them. Sevikas eyes were half lidded, blown wide and wavering, chest stuttering with uneven breaths, mouth agape with dark lips wet from heated licks. She raised her chest, mouth twisting with her inner argument , and when it opened again a small bark left it. 

A shiver flew up Rans spine, their core flexing around nothing as slick pooled into their boxers.

“Perfect” they kissed the head of her cock “ You’re such a good girl, my pretty puppy” 

Wet heat made Sevika shout, throwing her head back in a choked cry elbow shaking with effort trying to keep her steady. Ran likes to close their eyes when sucking her cock, focusing purely on her pleasure and desire, getting lost in her taste. Humming deeply as they heard sevi start to pant, they guided their fist to corporate with their mouth. Filthy sucking from hollowed out cheeks filled the room, the music in the background barely enough to cover sevikas deep groans.

On a sinfully deep round down Rans throat, Sevika had to drop to her elbows , thighs quivering around their form. Heat pooled in her abdomen , balls tightening , urging her to buck up into their mouth. Ran would be disappointed if she did though , she wanted to be … good , for them. She whined instead, sending a pleading gaze towards her lover with flushed cheeks.

Ran opened their eyes and pulled off with a loud pop, chin dripping with their spittle and her precum they smiled “ What is it pup?” they sat up on their need, wrist rolling with a swift pace “ want more?” 

Sevika nodded so quickly, tongue darting from her lips to capture a small bead of sweat. 

Ran started to unbutton their shirt stripping slowly just to watch Sevika drag her fingers into fists. Their binder stuck to them from the sweat of their lust but made the bounce of their breast even more delicious as they stuck to the fabric. Standing they pulled their pants from their waist, kiting their boxers down with it. They snickered down at Sevi as they watched her cock bounce in anticipation. 

Coming back down they rested their knees on either side of her hips. Sev made an attempt to rebalance herself to grab them but Ran placed both their hands on her chest pinning her back down, forcing her back completely to the carpet. “Stay” They canted their hips back , wet vulva seeking the heat of her cock. Once found , Ran grind their pussy against her length, the sensation making them both hiss. They coated her generously as they slid against the pulsing piece, watching sevika as she squirmed dark eyes soaking up the sight of her cock disappearing into their wet folds.

Finally Ran lifted their hips, grabbing her cock with a semi slick hand , working her head towards their entrance. A long moan left their lips when she breached them, Sevika wanted to tear them to shreds, sink into them so deeply that all they could feel was her. “Fu-ck” they whispered, fully seating themself onto her. 

They breathed together , eyes meeting in extreme intimacy, the total connection she felt with them always felt utterly raw. 

They smirked “ Come on big girl , fuck me” 

Sevika immediately curled her legs up and planted her feet on the ground. Ran hollered being jolted by the sudden motion, but Sev caught them with large hands. She didn’t give them much time to readjust before pulling back and pistoning her hips up. 

“Oh fuck” Ran moaned, face falling in a caustic wail. 

Biting her lip Sevika kept a fast pace, eyes caught in the way Rans tits bounced and the sound of their heats connecting. Their walls clenched around her so beautifully, their whines and moans like the wind in the rain. Soft, refreshing, something so familiar and close to the heart. 

“Harder” they whined some puncheds out ‘Ah , Ah , Ahs ‘

She pulled them off of her completely, their face of shock making her smile. She quickly turned them around and pushed them onto their hands, coaxing their knees open with hers. Sevika almost purred from the way Ran went lax , shoving their ass up and spreading their face and chest flush with the floor. She watched as she reentered them slowly, letting out a shuddering breath as they flexed around her pulsing cock. Apparently they grew impatient as they thrust themselves back onto her.

She was not one to deny, without waiting any longer she pounded into them with harsh grunts. Their fingers clawed at the carpet as her thick cock filled them fully. Her head beating a rhythm into their core, they could do nothing but moan and sing praise. 

“Yesyesyes”

“F-fuck yeah just like that baby”

“So good, Oh - shit , Oh my god sevika”

She was Bent over them now, driving deep into them with her hands on either side of their head.

“Good puppy” they slurred to her , head tilted hair damp on their temples. Sevika groaned lips seeking their shoulders, kissing a scar there before biting down harshly. Ran nearly screamed, pussy clenching around her cock in a way that made her hips stutter. Sevika wanted them to cum on her cock , wanted to feel their ecstasy through her core. Slipping her organic hand below them she searched for the perked bud, circling it shallowly as she pumped into them with slow deep thrust. 

Ran let out a choked sob, then a long deep groan as they fully engulfed her in pulsating intense heat. Sitting back on her haunches she flipped Ran over without dislodging her cock, they whined as she picked their legs up and threw them over her shoulders. Not speaking she pursued her own orgasm, it helped that Ran always took what she gave them, no matter how hard or slow. They let out punctuated moans with every thrust spurring her on with their insatiable desire to be ruined by her. 

By the way her thrust picked up ran could tell she was close , she usually came on their vagina or in their mouth “Cum in me, wanna feel you fill me up” they said in a sultry  groan. 

Sevika had to she her head in over stimulation “Fuck” is all she could whine before the rubber band snapped. She came deeply rooted in ran , shallowly thrusting through her orgasm before laying her sweaty forehead on Rans leg. Gasping as Ran clenched around her “Good fucking girl” 

—-

While washing out Sevika's hair in the shower Ran made a dubious face “what?’ Sev questioned  moving to rub their shoulders with the washcloth. 

“So can i buy you a collar now or-” 

“Stop!!” 

[ifimdreaming]

shower

Luke Hughes x Reader

summary: you and luke are visiting michigan and have a shower together 🤝🤝🤝

word count: 800

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“How bout we stay in and we can just go out tomorrow night…” Luke says as he cuddles in closer to your side and presses his lips firmly against your neck, pecking you over and over, making you giggle in return.

He’s practically holding you down at this point and you've both been in this hotel bed for way too long now.

“Its not like theres never going to be another party, theres basically something going on every night” he convinces himself, and he doesnt see it but you roll your eyes in response.

“But we wont be in michigan every night luke. And your friends miss you. A lot.” you say as you lift the covers off of your bodies, luke dramatically pulling them back over himself as the cold shocks his body.

“Its almost 9pm, if we dont go now were going to end up staying here and falling asleep. Just like yesterday.” you laugh out

“But its warmmm here. And youre nice to cuddle with. And sexy and pretty and beautiful and” 

You cut him off with a kiss and can feel him smiling against your lips.

“It worked” he says with a smirk and you roll your eyes again, this time making sure he is watching you do so

“Ok luke” you say as you begin to sit up, “Im gonna go shower and get ready. You better be out of bed when I come back cuz eddie texted us almost an hour ago now, asking where we were.”

You grab your things and head to the shower, and hear a loud groan of annoyance as you close the washroom door.

You begin to shower and after a few minutes you hear a knock on the door, and luke entering the washroom

“Im getting in k?” he says as you are finishing up washing your hair

“Mhm” you say as you hear him undress, and watch him attentively as he gets in the shower with you

“Oh! look who decided to get out of bed!” 

“Who?!” Luke says as he turns his head and looks around the shower cluelessly, acting as though there is someone else you could possibly be talking about,

“DONT EVEN ACT LIK-” 

He crashes his lips onto yours, not even giving you a chance to finish your sentence. He holds your face in his hands as the kiss deepens. You go to take a step towards him but he walks backwards with your face in his hands so that both of your bodies are immersed by the warm water. 

Luke moves his hands to the sides of your hips as he releases the kiss. You look up at him with a smile and he runs his fingers up and down your arms. the feeling of the water and his hands on you making you never want to leave this hotel room. 

He places a soft kiss on your neck and places gentle kisses around your chest before he moves slowly towards your lips again, and just before you go to grab his face in your hands, he moves his attention from your body to his hair.  

your hands fall to your sides as a result of his sudden movement as he begins running his fingers between his hair and letting the water run over his face, completely disregarding what he was starting 

“Luke. Hughes.” you say annoyedly, knowing he is fully aware of what he is doing to you.

You watch him intently as he just smirks at you and continues rinsing off under the water, 

“You done?” he says reaching for the faucet, about to turn off the shower. Meanwhile, completely ignoring what he just did.

You sigh in defeat and he laughs as you move him out of your way and quickly rinse off before turning off the shower yourself.

“First one to dry off wins!” luke says as he steps out of the tub before you and rushes to grab the towel closest to the shower, the other towel being hung on the back of the washroom door.

“Hey! Youre a cheater!” you exclaim as luke is rubbing himself dry and taunting you by faking handing you his towel

“Sorry, i cant be a cheater its my game…and i win!” he says with a shrug as he wraps his towel around his now dry body.

you are about to curse him out before luke grabs the towel on the door, and delivers it to you with a kiss on the forehead before he leaves the washroom.

“Thank you! And I think I won by default because you’re a cheater Mr Hughes!” you shout out to him in the next room and hear nothing but silence for a few seconds.

“Fineeee, you win.”

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[wambsgansshoelaces]

could you maybe do headcanons on how the succession characters would comfort their partner? it's just being such a shit week and on top of that i finished succession and i am immensely sad💀 it's okay if you can't tho !! thanks <3

I hope your week ends on a good note!!! Thank you for requesting anon, I love u and I hope this makes you feel better :) <3

p.s. I’m so sorry I’m updating slowly :( I promise I’ll get better about it the moment I’m on break, im sick and school is ruing my life :,) enjoy x

comforting you

Kendall

ᝰ he doesn’t need you to say anything, ever

ᝰ he just knows what you need

ᝰ when he comes home and finds you in bed early, he knows you’ve had a difficult day

ᝰ he doesn’t know what happened, but he won’t ask until you’re feeling better

ᝰ he changes out of his work clothes and just gets into bed with you

ᝰ when you don’t say anything either, he pulls you into a cuddle, one hand pressing your head to his chest and the other cupping your hip

ᝰ “hi, ken.”

ᝰ peppers your face in kisses

ᝰ “feeling off?” he asks

ᝰ you nod

ᝰ his fingers go to stroke your jaw

ᝰ “you can talk to me, you know. i want to make it better,” he tells you

ᝰ so you tell him everything

ᝰ whatever the issue was, the next day, he’s found some way to solve it

ᝰ just for you

ᝰ anything for you

Roman

ᝰ he’s not exactly a ‘sit down and talk about feelings’ type of person

ᝰ but he can tell when something’s wrong

ᝰ and he wants nothing more but to make you feel like you’re on top of the world

ᝰ he sees your pouty face when you get home from a grocery run

ᝰ “hey, babe, come look,” he says after he helps with all the bags

ᝰ he’d been at work when you’d left for the store

ᝰ so he’s had some time to figure out what to do for you without making it seem like he’s prying

ᝰ he’ll ask you about what’s bothering you once you’ve relaxed

ᝰ he plops down on the couch, dragging you with him

ᝰ your favorite movie is paused on the tv, waiting to be played

ᝰ “i found an extended version. with bloopers and deleted scenes and everything,” he murmurs

ᝰ the entire movie, his hand is rubbing up and down your back

ᝰ his fingers sometimes creep up your neck, playing gently with your hair

ᝰ the entire thing is extremely soothing

ᝰ you know he knows something’s wrong

ᝰ and you also know he’s going to do everything in his power to fix it

ᝰ and you’re so grateful he just loves you

Shiv

ᝰ the minute you come home from work, exhaustion and misery rolling off of you in waves, she demands to know what’s wrong

ᝰ “is someone bothering you? is it your boss again? because i can get him fired.”

ᝰ you tell her everything

ᝰ she promises to help you with whatever it is that’s causing you trouble

ᝰ she’d tip the earth off it’s axis if you asked

ᝰ and she does as she said she would

ᝰ everything’s somehow resolved in the next hour

ᝰ “come here, i want a kiss,” she tells you

ᝰ you very happily oblige

ᝰ she spends the entire night just spoiling (and worshiping) you

ᝰ the sheets of your bed are tangled between both your legs

ᝰ you’ve never felt more loved

ᝰ she murmurs about how valentine’s day is coming up

ᝰ and tells you to get your nails done and dress pretty day of

ᝰ you don’t really know how you got here

ᝰ but you’re not upset

ᝰ you smile up at the ceiling, delightedly dazed

ᝰ you don’t even remember why you were upset

Tom

ᝰ the two of you are watching your current show, as you do every night, and he notices you’re zoning out

ᝰ he pauses it and looks down at you

ᝰ he dots a couple kisses over your brow

ᝰ “everything okay?”

ᝰ “rough day…”

ᝰ “why didn’t you tell me?”

ᝰ his expression is one of concern now, yet still absolutely laden with affection

ᝰ “i’m sorry, i’m not trying to keeping things from you or anything. i just don’t want to bother you.”

ᝰ “i want you to bother me. say everything that comes into your brain, i want to hear it.”

ᝰ he pulls you closer, palm smoothing over the back of your neck as he sets your head against his chest

ᝰ you tell him about your day, and how you were getting so frustrated

ᝰ frustrated everything was going wrong today, frustrated that the entire week was going wrong

ᝰ he listens intently, stroking your hair the entire time

ᝰ he gives soft “mhms” and “of courses” at your words

ᝰ he peppers warm kisses all over your face

ᝰ he does his best to give you a solution

ᝰ even if what he suggested doesn’t work, he’s sending you flowers to your office for the next week

Greg

ᝰ he’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit

ᝰ he’s a little nervous to ask what’s wrong

ᝰ he’s afraid he won’t know what to do to make you feel better

ᝰ “hey, uh, everything okay?”

ᝰ you shrug

ᝰ “wanna talk about it?”

ᝰ you tell him everything

ᝰ he nods the entire time, his eyes never leaving your face

ᝰ he’s trying to memorize everything you’re saying

ᝰ he doesn’t really have any great solutions

ᝰ and he kind of hates himself for it

ᝰ he wants to help you

ᝰ “hey, how about we go out tonight? take your mind off things.”

ᝰ you spend the night at dinner then wandering through a night market

ᝰ you both talk nonstop

ᝰ he gets you a bunch of trinkets

ᝰ just things that reminds him of you

ᝰ and a bracelet, too

ᝰ`he spends a bit of time fiddling with the clasp, eventually hooking it together and letting it sit on your wrist

ᝰ you don’t take the bracelet off

ᝰ ever

ᝰ at home, he’s worried you’re still upset

ᝰ but you’re not

ᝰ you fall asleep curled up against him, your worries now nonexistent

Stewy

ᝰ he feels what you feel

ᝰ and at this point he can never leave you alone

ᝰ he NEEDS to be with you 24/7

ᝰ so naturally it’s like he’s dying when you come home looking upset

ᝰ “hey, no kiss hello?” he whines

ᝰ that manages to get you to laugh

ᝰ he smiles at your smiling

ᝰ you go over to kiss him and he catches your wrist before you walk off

ᝰ “no, c’mere,” he insists

ᝰ he tugs you into his lap and winds his arms around your waist

ᝰ he sets his chin on your shoulder

ᝰ “why’re you upset?”

ᝰ “oh, it’s nothing, stewy.”

ᝰ “bullshit.”

ᝰ you spill

ᝰ he rubs circles into your hip bone

ᝰ “i’d be upset, too,” he admits

ᝰ he kisses all up your neck

ᝰ “but we don’t have to think about that all now. can we just spend some time together? i promise, though, if you’re still having problems i’ll gladly fuck up many lives for you.”

ᝰ you laugh, making him laugh

ᝰ you spend the rest of the night just sitting there talking to him

ᝰ he even lets you put his hair into pigtails with your hair ties

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

Fights and Disagreements - a lyra and grayson fic

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disclaimer: it is VERY long. i wanted it to be shorter but it ended up being long like all of my other fics, even longer actually, and im sorry if you wanted a short read. ill try and make shorter fics from now on but i just love writing long pieces of work im sorry 😭😭

LYRA:

Lyra knew the words to describe Grayson. Patient, sweet, and protective, even if others didn’t see it. But at the moment, none of those things applied to him.

A week ago, Lyra had confronted Grayson about the fact that she thought he worked too much and rarely had time to spend on himself, let alone her, and he took her thoughts into consideration. He told her that he would to try to cut back on hours. Well, days went by with no change except for the excuse that “work was busy at the moment”, and Lyra started to get impatient. She’d confronted him again on the 6th day of no change, except with 0% patience and a disturbing amount of pettiness. Long story short, it had ended in a fight.

Lyra rounded the kitchen table and turned away from Grayson, words flying out of her mouth as she threw her hands up in the air.

“No change! That’s what I got from you Grayson! God, could you not be selfish for one fucking day in your life?!” She screamed, whirling around as she did. A flicker of anger entered Graysons usually calm eyes as he paced over to her, his hair messy from the amount of times he had ran his hands through it.

“I’m being fucking selfish? You haven’t even stopped to consider that maybe I’m working this hard because I’m actually fucking busy!” He shouted back. Lyra was taken aback. She had never heard Grayson shout that loud, let alone barely shout, and he didn’t seem to noticed when her back hit the kitchen island. Instead, he walked closer, his chest heaving. “Work has been stressful enough, Lyra, and I don’t need it fucking up my home life too!” With that last sentence, Grayson threw his hands up in the air, and a breath caught in Lyra’s throat as she did something she never thought she’d ever do in Graysons vicinity. She flinched, throwing her arms over her head. Once she realized she’d done it, her eyes widened and she slowly put her arms back to her side. Looking up, she saw Graysons wide eyes and shocked expression, as he’d stopped yelling.

“Lyra-“ He tried to say, guilt etching his features, before Lyra cut him off.

“Get out.” She said, her voice barely a whisper. She didn’t know where out was, but she just wanted him somewhere away from her right now. And she really didn’t want to cry in front of him, or go to sleep in the same bed as him. Grayson stayed silent for a few moments, before speaking again.

“Lyra, what?” He says, his tone confused. He tries to speak again, before Lyra cuts him off again.

“Get. Out.” She said, her voice quiet again but brimming with intensity. Grayson held her gaze for about 5 seconds, a swarm of emotions stuck on his face, before suddenly stomping off. Lyra wouldn’t let a single tear fall until she heard that door close, and once she did, she slid to the floor, sobs racking her chest. Her eyes caught her phone on the island table, and, without thinking, she pulled herself up, and dialed a number. The line was ringing for about 4 seconds, until the girl on the other end of the line picked up.

“Hello?” Avery said. Lyra swallowed, before speaking.

“I changed my mind. I think I will be able to be apart of your girls hang out night.”

GRAYSON:

The only thing that Grayson had on him as he stormed out of the house that he and Lyra had moved into was his phone and car keys, which could only do so much. Anger almost took hold of him, until he had remembered the way Lyra flinched when he raised his arms, and all that anger had been smothered by drowning guilt. Did she think that he would hurt her? Allow himself to lay even a single finger on her? The truth was, Grayson never would. But still, she thought that in a fit of anger, he would. Grayson was disgusted with himself. He tried to think back to the argument, tried to think back to where it all went wrong, but all he could hear was Lyra calling him “fucking selfish”, and that anger rose again.

Grayson pulled open his car door, sat inside, and slammed it shut, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway without thinking of where he was really going. Maybe he could book a hotel. Or just stay at a cafe/restaurant for a bit and figure things out later. But instead, his hand found his phone, and without thinking, he texted the groupchat with him and his brothers in it. No words, but instead, 3 numbers.

911.

LYRA:

When Lyra knocked on the door of Libby’s little house that she and Nash lived in, she knew how she looked. She could barely see herself in the reflection of some of her glass flower pots, and what she saw was a sniffling girl with red eyes and mascara streaks running down her cheeks. When Libby opened the door with Max and Avery by her side, her grin was smothered.

“Lyra..” Libby said, her voice soft. She looked like she was going to continue as she searched Lyra’s face with concern, but Lyra interrupted, wiping her eyes with her hand as she spoke with the most normality she could muster up.

“So, can we watch that movie you guys were talking about?”

Lyra had been watching some random romcom for 20 minutes, meanwhile her mind had been preoccupied on something else. On the fight. She was going to continue to watch-but-not-watch the movie, when Max stood up and paused it.

“OkayIcan’ttakethisanymore.” She rushed out in one breath as she stood up and turned to Lyra, her hands on her hips. “What the fax happened to you?” Lyra looked down when Avery and Libby looked at her expectantly. She could beat around the bush, but she wasn’t in the mood for it.

“I got in a bad fight with Grayson.” Lyra mumbled, wiping her cheeks that still had some mascara smudged on them. She wanted to leave it at that, but the expectant look on the girls’ faces didn’t falter even once.

“And? What did he do?” Avery asked her. Lyra sighed, before explaining what happened start to finish.

“Cheezits, he sucks. Should I punch him in his cheekbones the next time I see him?” Max immediately asked as soon as she stopped explaining. The question was so sudden and unexpected that Lyra choked out a laugh sob, before speaking.

“No need, Max. It’s not all his fault. I mean, I acted rashly and just went straight to screaming but..” Lyra’s brow furrowed as she recalled the fight. “He barely even tried to hear me out. Does he know that I’ve barely even seen him this past month?” Emotion creeped into Lyra’s voice, before she shook her head and picked at her nails. Libby took her hand in hers and smiled at Lyra softly.

“I know that fights with spouses are hard, but I promise you, you will look back on this moment and see something to learn from, even if you weren’t much in the wrong.” Libby said, gently. Lyra smiled softly at her, but her heart still felt heavy. She loved Grayson. So. Damn. Much. And it felt like stabbing pins in her chest to be away from him for this reason. But maybe some space to clear her head was good.

“I actually don’t really want to talk about this,” Lyra said, smiling softly. “But can we continue watching the movie?” Max barely waited for her to finish her sentence before she took off towards the kitchen.

“Snacks time!” She cheered.

GRAYSON:

By the time Grayson had shown up at the front gates of Hawthorne House, all his brothers were there already. He had heard that Nash was staying there because Libby wanted to have a girls night, but Jameson and Xander had probably came in the time it took for him to drive there. Grayson walked in the front gates with an eerily empty feeling inside him to be away from Lyra. Already he could feel a pit in his stomach, just thinking about going home to a possible empty house. To sleeping alone, without her body wrapped around his. What did it matter that he was angry? He hurt her, and in doing so hurt himself too. His thoughts were interrupted by Xander speeding down the halls and hurling himself at Grayson. Luckily they were on carpeted floor, otherwise Grayson would have gotten some sort of head trauma.

“Thereeee is my darlingggg brothe- oh.” Xander said, starting with a yodeling sing-song voice before returning to his normal tone as he studied Grayson’s face. “You’re looking a little rough there, Gray.” A little rough was an understatement. Not only was Grayson working himself to the bone and getting no sleep, which was why he had such vicious under eyes, but he was also exhausted from his fight with Lyra. His hair was a mess, and Grayson was sure he looked like one too.

“Anyways,” Xander said, shaking off the awkwardness of the moment before with a grin. “The festivities are in the Great Room.”

Grayson successfully managed to wipe off the remaining bit of whipped cream on his shoulder, which was caused by Jameson, who was ruthless with the amount of pies he threw, as he raised a brow at Xander.

“Were the pies really necessary, Xan?” Grayson asked him. Xander grinned before nodding, shoving another spoon in his 3rd pie so far. Grayson felt more at ease than he had hours before, but the fight dawned on him again and suddenly the empty feeling came again. Nash leaned forward, capturing Graysons gaze with his own.

“Now it’s time to tell us what’s goin’ on, Gray. You didn’t call this 911 for no reason. Last time you did, it was because you were hurting,” Nash drawled, flicking a speck of whipped cream off his arm before meeting Graysons eyes again. “You hurting again?” Grayson wanted to say no. Wanted to come up with some fake problem. But then the memory of Lyra throwing her arms up over her head hits him again, and, without meaning to, Grayson placed his hands over his face, covering his eyes. It was a pain he’d never experienced before, that kind of heart break where you wish you could go back in time and change your actions. If he shouted less loudly. If he actually took consideration to her words and took a break, even if his job needed him. If he would finally do the right thing. He wanted nothing more than to melt into Lyra’s skin, to hold her soft hair in his hands, to fall asleep with her in his arms.

But some things were easier said than done.

Suddenly, two hands were prying the ones off his face, and Grayson found himself face to face with Jameson.

“What is it? Something to do with Lyra? Did your poor PI finally break and quit?” Jameson asked him, taunting Grayson for the fact that he tended to have 0 patience when it came to Zabrowski. At the mention of Lyra’s name, Grayson lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from coming. Luckily, he had been able to turn off his ability to cry since he was little, lest the old man saw him.

“So it is Lyra.” Jameson said again, raising a brow. Grayson opened his eyes, looked back up at Jameson, and that’s when the words started flowing out of his mouth.

Grayson closed his mouth, finally done explaining, and his brothers stayed silent for a few moments. That was, until Jameson decided to speak.

“Maybe we should start a go fund me for Lyra.” He said, narrowing his eyes at Grayson. Nash elbowed him and sent him a warning look, before turning to Grayson.

“I’m not gonna lie Gray, you thoroughly fucked up,” Nash drawled, the words still somehow coming out brotherly. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right. You can stay for a few hours more, or for the night, whatever pleases ya, but you should get back to try and apologize, even if you weren’t fully in the wrong.” Jameson made a face at that last part.

“So, are we lying to him now?” Jameson said. Nash looked like he was about to throttle him, but Grayson just snorted. Honestly, he needed the humour after this depressingly serious night.

“Ooh!” Xander suddenly butted in, a grin on his face. “If you’re staying the night, then that means we can have a movie marathon!” A ghost of a smile touched Graysons face, but he shook his head.

“I’ll stay for maybe another 30 minutes, but afterwards I should be getting back. I’ve been here for long enough, and I think I’m ready to talk things out with Lyra.” He said. He felt almost giddy at the thought of being able to come face to face with her again, even though she’ll probably hate him for hurting her. Nash nodded, before speaking.

“You do that,” He said, with a smile. “And you have to stay and help us clean up the mess we made with the pies anyway.” Grayson smiled back, his heart feeling significantly lighter.

LYRA:

Lyra said goodbye to the girls before getting in her car and driving off. But then she thought about coming home to an empty house and her heart twinged with sadness again. Would Grayson come home some time in the night? Would he sleep on the couch and be gone in the morning? Or would he stay somewhere else for the night? Lyra didn’t know.

She parked in the driveway of her house, before getting out of the car and unlocking her front door. She stepped inside, listening for any movement or sounds, and felt disappointed when she didn’t hear any. Going to her room, well, hers and Graysons room, she stripped off her clothes and put on her pjs, exhaustion slowing her movements. Going to her vanity, she brushed through her hair, and that’s when she heard it. The front door opening.

Lyra’s heart jolted, both with surprise and excitement to see Grayson again tonight, until she remembered that she was supposed to be mad at him. She sat down at the vanity and took off all her jewelry, ignoring Graysons pursues around the house for her. When he stepped into the bedroom, Lyra had to hold herself back from turning to face him. She just continued to take off her necklaces, taking longer than she should and setting them on her jewelry holder neatly. Grayson just stared at her from behind, before finally speaking.

“I’m sorry.” He said. That almost broke the floodgates, and Lyra had to hold herself back from jumping into his arms and letting him carry her to bed. She needed him to first recognize what he’d done, and then maybe there would be time for jumping in his arms.

“What for?” Lyra said, pettiness and anger tinging her tone. Grayson came beside her chair and knelt to his knees, and although Lyra knew it was so that he could get to her height, there was still a part of her that thought he was getting on his knees to beg. There was still a part of her that felt giddy at the thought.

“I’m sorry for not taking time off from work when you asked. I’m sorry for ignoring your suggestions when you first came to me about them. I’m sorry for ever letting you think I would hurt you. I will never hurt you Lyra, and I will not ever let today happen again.” He said. Lyra froze. She’d expected an apology, but she hadn’t expected… that. The truth was, she didn’t think that Grayson would actually hurt her on purpose. She thought that in a fit of anger, his thrown-in-the-air arms would hit her and he wouldn’t notice. It was what he said that hurt her more. She still didn’t look at him, but finally spoke.

“So, you’ll change?” She asked him.

“Yes.” The words flying off his tongue. Lyra felt satisfied by how fast the answer came. Finally turning to look at him, she raised a brow at him, a mild look of anger still on her face.

“I hope you at least missed me on your workaholic month.” She said, raising a brow at him to answer. He stood straighter, his pupils growing larger once she met his gaze.

“I did.” This answer came just as quick as the last, almost like he had been waiting, dying to finally talk to her. Then, he picked her up off the chair and hugged her, holding her tight in his arms. “So damn much.” Lyra’s heart fluttered as Grayson wrapped his arms around her lower back and held her close, digging his head into the space between her neck and shoulders. Lyra was quick to return the hug, squeezing her eyes shut as she melted onto him, her feet dangling in the air.

Some moments didn’t require any words. Sometimes, all you could do was hold each other and breathe.

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[amyispxnk]

My Kind of Woman

Chapter 5: Collide

Series Masterlist || Previous Chapter

Series summary - Your song captivates Joel the second he hears you that night in Jackson, but he struggles to work up the courage to confess his feelings. With some (very heavy) encouragement from Ellie and Tommy, you two get closer and closer until he finally thinks he’s ready.

Chapter summary - Joel makes up for the time he stood you up.

A/N: just wanted to say a big thank you for the support on this series so far! love u all<3

also im so excited for this chapter because they’re finally starting to (officially) like eachother guysss ahh

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: fluff, a few dirty thoughts (because what is this fic without them), slight language

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Also this chapter has a song..!

The next week, you have another lighter schedule - two patrols and three nights at the Tipsy Bison. Unfortunately though, your first patrol is on Monday morning at the ass-crack of dawn, and Joel can definitely tell that you’re not a morning person from it.

“So today we’re heading out to-” he begins, and you cut him off.

“I know, Joel.” You sigh heavily, getting annoyed just from that in your grumpy state. He doesn’t take it personally though, quickly deducing what’s wrong.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” He chuckles, and you just nod, taking another large swig of your coffee before screwing the lid back on and going over to May, your mare, to prep her for the patrol.

He does the same, keeping conversation light and just asking about your supplies and whatnot, still receiving a little attitude from you despite his efforts, before the two of you exit Jackson’s gates once more.

After almost an hour of riding, the sun is close to being fully risen and you find yourself watching it with awe. You never really took the time to watch the sun rise, but it really was beautiful, especially out here with no distractions or pollution to ruin the view of it.

“It’s so pretty.” You find yourself commenting, and Joel looks over at you, seeing the view which you’re talking about.

“I guess. I can think of something prettier, though.” He murmurs, staring directly at you. You turn to face him and realise what he’s done, smiling shyly before averting your gaze once more.

“So, where’s that music store you were talking about last time?” You ask.

“It ain’t this way, so I don’t think we could go today. We could try go on Thursday’s patrol, though. ‘S just a little ways past that town we cleared.” Joel replies, to which you nod.

“Guess we’ll go then.”

That morning’s patrol is fairly quick and quiet, a few straggling runners dotted around the outlook you two end up at, and nothing more.

You get back to Jackson just before lunchtime and return your horses and weapons. You’re tending to May, giving her a treat and combing her mane, when Joel enters the stables.

“Hey.” He says, voice gruff and nervous, almost.

“Hey,” you smile, turning to face him, “what’s up?”

“Nothin’, just.. It’s lunchtime.”

You nod slowly, a little confused. He picks up on this and sighs.

“Wanted to ask if you.. if you wanted to come over for lunch. Ellie’ll be there too… Thought it might be nice.” He mumbles, not able to meet your eye as he braces himself for rejection.

“That sounds great! I’d have to get changed and stuff, so I could be over in maybe.. Half an hour?” You say, smile wider now, and he finally looks back up at you, trying to hide his surprise.

“Yeah- yeah. That sounds good. See you then.” He says, giving you a wry smile before leaving you in the stables, hurrying back home to get everything ready for you. It was a last minute decision, and he was honestly already regretting it, but he just wanted to spend more time with you. Even though the two of you had just spent almost 4 hours together, he needed more.

Ellie’s surprised to see him in such a rush, and to see him in the kitchen actually cooking something for once.

“Dude.. what are you doing?” She laughs as she watches him pull out a pot and almost throw open the fridge door.

“I invited her over for lunch. Dunno what I was thinking.” He grumbles, squeezing his eyes together and pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation when Ellie cheers and whoops excessively.

“You finally did it! Oh my god. It only took you 10 years.” She smirks, sitting at the island and watching him grab the most random ingredients, as if they’ll make something good when he puts them together. Her brows furrow before pity floods her system, and she gets up with a deep sigh.

“Okay, what are you actually doing..?” She says, rounding the island and coming to his side.

“I don’t.. I don’t know,” he sighs, “this is gonna be shit.”

“Not if I can help it.” She says, determined to not let this fail. “Just.. gimme 20 minutes and I can make something good.”

“You want any help, or-”

“No! You have to go get ready for your date!” She says abruptly, cutting him off and grinning slyly when he starts going red at her words.

“It’s not a date.. She’s just coming over for lunch. You’re gonna be here anyway…” He mutters, turning and going upstairs to get ready nonetheless.

“You keep telling yourself that, old man.” She smirks, getting herself busy with the cooking.

20 minutes later, Joel comes downstairs freshly shaved and changed into some better clothes than the ones he wore for patrol.

Ellie lets out a low whistle when she sees him. “Wowwww, you actually look half-decent for once. Well done.” She teases, to which he just rolls his eyes.

“What’d you make? Actually looks half-decent.” He smirks as he comes to see what Ellie’s cooked up.

“I made this spaghetti for us, and it looks more than decent to me, thank you very much.”

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Just breathe.

You keep repeating that in your mind as you walk down the street to Joel’s home. Overthinking, as always, but trying to quell your thoughts when you reach his front porch and make your way up the steps. You clench your fists, taking a deep breath before raising your hand and knocking on the door. It’s opened surprisingly quickly by a very eager Ellie, ushering you inside and informing you that Joel’s just finishing up in the kitchen. You start up some conversation with Ellie as the two of you sit at the table, waiting for Joel. He approaches with the food and your breath catches in your throat when you see him.

He looks fucking beautiful.

He’s wearing a different shirt, one you’ve never seen him in before. It’s a deep green, with the sleeves rolled up just past his forearms and exposing even more skin which you try your hardest not to salivate over, and it’s tucked into his jeans. The jeans are criminally tight on him and you quickly avert your gaze when you catch yourself almost eyeing his bulge, finally meeting his eyes.

“Joel. Hi.” You breathe, and he gives you an equally flustered greeting.

You had just changed into one of your better sweaters and some jeans. Both of them hugged your body perfectly, showing off your curves. The sweater was off-shoulder so it showed off your collarbones as well.

You guessed the outfit was a good choice when Joel’s brain visibly short-circuits at the sight of you, and he blinks a few times before he even realises you’ve said something to him, greeting you back and setting the food down.

“Ohh, damn it. You know what I just remembered? Dina actually wanted to see me like… now. So I guess I’m gonna have to leave you guys here. So sorry.” Ellie smirks, clearly not guilty in the slightest as she gets up from the table and makes her way to the front door.

“Have a nice lunch, you two.”

Joel looks like a deer in headlights, still standing by the table as Ellie leaves, the door swinging shut and leaving the two of you in silence.

“I’m gonna just.. grab some forks.” He mumbles, and you nod, watching him leave and trying not to focus on how good his ass looks in those jeans.

After giving himself a silent pep talk in the kitchen, he returns with the forks and sits across from you at the table.

At first, the conversation is a little slow. Mundane topics like what else have you been up to and the weather’s been looking good recently but eventually, you get into a flow, moving from topic to topic, laughing together and having a really good time.

“This has been great, Joel. Thank you.” You say after helping him clean everything up, much to his protest - ‘you’re my guest, shouldn’t be cleanin’ up’ - but you insisted.

“Pleasure’s mine.” He smiles softly, willing himself to not get lost in your eyes again, averting his gaze quickly.

“Um.. you don’t have to leave just yet.” He starts, and you turn back to face him.

“Got a few guitars upstairs, if you wanted to play… I know we didn’t really get to last time.” He offers shyly, and you can’t hide your grin this time. You’re finally getting to hear Joel play.

“I’d like that.” You say, and he nods, going upstairs to grab them.

He comes back and hands you one, the two of you sitting down in the living room as you strum a little.

“So, what d’you wanna play?” He asks after a minute of letting you get acquainted with the guitar.

“I actually wanted to hear you play first… If that’s okay! It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna-”

“Nah. Figure I owe it to ya.” He says, thinking of a song and taking a deep breath before starting to play. It’s a little bit of a bold choice, but he figures he could play it off if you don’t receive it well.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You’re barely waking

And I’m tangled up in you

You’re stunned into silence as his deep voice cuts through the air, positively transfixed by it and his skilful playing. You’re so entranced that you barely realise the lyrics of the song, but when you do, your eyes go even wider.

But I’m open, you’re closed

Where I follow, you’ll go

I worry I won’t see your face

Light up again

Surely he doesn’t mean it. He just chose a random song. He hasn’t made the same association with it that you have. It’s just a random song.

Even the best fall down sometime

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find

You and I collide

You listen quietly as he plays all the way til the end of the song, admiring how he plays, as lost in the music as you find yourself becoming.

You finally find

You and I collide

A final strum rings through the air as he looks up at you, meeting your wide eyes with his own, hoping that you understood what he meant from the song.

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re interrupted by the front door swinging open.

The moment is lost, and you blink quickly, standing up as two voices come from the front door.

“Yeah, we can just go to the gara- oh. Hey.” Ellie says bashfully, realising she’s probably just interrupted something.

“We’re just going to my place. Sorry.” She chuckles, walking through the living room with Dina, to whom you offer a small wave. Dina’s a nice girl, you know her from the school.

As the back door closes, you look back at Joel.

“I should probably get going.” You say, offering him a small smile.

He just nods, clearing his throat to fill the silence.

“I knew you’d be good at guitar.” You comment, and he smiles back at you this time.

“Thanks, sweetheart. You want me to walk you home?” He asks as the two of you walk to the front door.

“That’s okay. I’ll see you on Thursday?” You ask as red taints your cheeks once more from that name.

“Yep. See you then.”

“Thank you for this. Bye, Joel.” You say, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, something you’d decided to do before you could think about it too hard, before opening the front door and leaving him once again stunned, frozen in place on the other side.

You exhale shakily, taking a second to calm your nerves before heading back home.

Thank you sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

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[porcelainbluedove]

ur chris fics FEED ME (I’ve been unhealthily obsessed with that man🤗), and I was wondering if you could do a x reader where she’s just as nerdy/dorky as him. Like maybe she gets super flustered around him and he thinks it’s adorable. 😋

Match his freak? yeah okay match his geek? THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT BABY.

Content: Dom!Chris, Sub!Reader. Fluffy-ish for the most part, nerdy bullshit (coming from a nerd), Sleeper-build!Chris AND Perv!Chris for this one bcus.. duh!

- Thinking about how Chris meeting his nerdy match would have him crushing within minutes of talking.

- Yapping to eachother about a videogame you both play and he's staring at you in awe as you show him your collection of rare/ledgendary items... lowkey jealous but more impressed.

- When you guys sit close and touch shoulders while gaming and he sees you get nervous and squirmy he, at first is confused and worried he's making you uncomfortable... but when you don't move away from him and actually scoot closer.. he finally gets the memo

- how about how he fantasizes about making you flustered because your blushy face and nervous mannerisms are kinda making him hard?

- Him growing bolder as you start making move on him too, if you hadnt made the first moves he probably.. never would've done anything.. even at gun point ( haha.. )

- when the tension gets too dense and he decides to sit behind you one day while gaming on your bed, he notices just how much your squirming while almost fully in his lap by now. he leans to whisper to you- knowing you'll fuck up and die in the game.

- "Y'know.. you're squirming isn't helping me here.."

- you fuck up. and die. immediately. you huff and turn your head to face him- making a bratty retort out of frustration... not realizing what you had said till half way through when your tone changed from mad to quiet and drifted off.

- " Well.. if you weren't breathing down my neck and pointing out the fact im horny from just sitting near you.. maybe i wouldnt have.. fucked... up.......uh-oh-"

- He looks at you with a baffled but smug expression as he switches the game to single player- setting his controller down. you go wide eyed as you think he's going to leave and stop being friends with you. only to find yourself pressed into his chest as his hands rest on the insides of your thighs.

- "Aw.. if you'd said so earlier i could've fixed this a lot sooner, babe.."

- This is how you ended up on your stomach on your bed in the Prone-Bone position getting slowly fucked while he forces you to try to not die in your game... let's just say you died 12+ times.