#im so late to this party im sure someone has done these but here's my silly take
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caughtshrimpin · 4 months ago
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memes.... 2!!!
tbh I missed the opportunity to post these on halloween
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rafesweetie · 7 months ago
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౨ৎ in which you run into rafe’s arms whenever there’s trouble. not that he minds, of course.
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being rafe’s girlfriend meant relying on him for everything. it made him feel wanted, and made you feel safe. so although it went against all your morals as a woman, it just felt right crawling into a cute boy’s muscular arms whenever you needed comfort or help. whether someone made your drink wrong, or a boy was hitting on you, or anything else really, rafe was there to help you out. you’d just grab his hand or pull him aside, and he’d mutter an “i gotcha, kid,” before going to handle it.
he’d assumed you’d be okay going to a friends birthday party. he wasn’t invited, it was a ‘no boys allowed’ kind of party. just gossiping pillow fights and giggles. and these were your friends, if you had any issues you’d sort them out yourself. but, spoiler alert — he was wrong.
rafe was at tannyhill, sitting on the couch on the balcony as he replied to his fathers email about the dumb cross that rafe wanted to sell. it was probably around two hours ago when you left, in your cute dress that he bought you, giving him a big kiss before leaving with a birthday gift in hand. the sun was setting, it wasn’t even that late. so he certainly wasn’t expecting a security alert that the front door was opening, nor your pouty face appearing at the balcony door as you opened it slowly.
your lips were red, matching the unnatural hue on your cheeks. little white lines stained from your eye down to your jaw. your eyelashes were droopy and had little wet drops on them. which leaves him to one conclusion; you were crying.
“..shit,” he mutters under his breath, drawling out the word with parted lips and sighing as you plop yourself down beside him. “what happened, baby?” an arm instantly wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. you instantly cuddle into him, like you always do. right back in your lover’s arms.
“..anna,” you sniffle, voice soft and shaky. “i don’t get it. i don’t get why she’s so nice to everyone except for me. hates me for no reason, rafe, she hates me—“ a quick interruption on his part, quickly shutting you up because you’re not answering the question properly.
he finds it hard to believe that anyone could hate his girl. “what did she do?” he asks, making sure you’re looking him in the eyes so you really understand what he’s asking for. specifics.
“she’s just so rude. said my highlights were way too grown out, said my dress did nothing for my figure and washed out my tan, said that my nail polish was chipping..” you trail off and sniffle. “anything to prove im not perfect, rafe. like duh, i know im not, but she likes to point it out. then she always giggles like it’s just a silly joke,”
“..uh huh,” he hums along. “‘n you know thats not true, right?” he checks, as if it’s obvious.
“well it is true. haven’t gotten my hair done in months, and my nails are chipping, so..”
he sighs. “not that part, kid. c’mon,”
“…that was the only part, rafe,”
“talking about the ‘perfect’ part,” he clarifies. “you know you’re perfect, c’mon, don’t start saying you aren’t,”
“no one’s perfect,” you counter.
“i beg to differ,” he shrugs. “now c’mon, whaddya want me to do about this bitch, huh?” he changes the topic before you argue and he has to assure you more.
“nothing, rafe,”
“nothing?”
“mhm.”
he huffs and leans back on the couch. he knows you. you don’t want him to do nothing about this. “why the hell are you here then, if you don’t want me to do anything?”
“to see my handsome boyfriend ‘n tell him what happened,”
“..right,” he says after a moment. “sure thing, kid. i won’t do anything. whatever you want,” you can tell he’s lying through his teeth.
you smile softly at his agreeable attitude, his voice and touch alone comforting you more than anyone else could. so you cuddle into him more, doe eyes looking out at the sunset overlooking tannyhill, at the american flag waving in the humid wind. you’re perfectly content letting him dry the leftover tears and spending the night with him instead of your little friends.
but you and him both know he’s gonna be making an angry phone call to a certain girl after you leave.
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snoopyana · 1 year ago
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lacuna.
“girl you can call my phone at four in the morning.”
you have a boyfriend. he knew that, you knew that, everyone knew that. but he’s your best friend, who also has a fat crush on you, and for his birthday he had one wish. but wait, who’s at the door..
lee ch. / anton. smut. guys im sorry but another cheating type fic, i js can’t be stopped.
anton was seated on his couch, making weak attempts to focus on the game of uno that he was playing with sohee and wonbin — but his eyes just kept wandering back over to you. the way you sat crisscrossed in one of the multiple beanbags he had thrown around his apartment living room. the way you were gripping your phone as if someone was gonna take it from you. eyes glued onto the screen while your fingers rapidly tapped the screen.
probably texting your boyfriend.
earlier, after singing happy birthday and eating a slice or two of cake, you were quick to hop back into whatever conversation you were having. avoiding any conversation with the others to get back to your phone. that was 30 minutes, and you were still going. the sound of your nails hitting the screen filled the room whenever it got silent.
watching the way your face contorted into one of, annoyance? maybe anger. he couldn’t tell, but his thought would be cut short when sohees’ hand smacked the back of his neck. “anton? it’s been your turn for the last three minutes.” sohee had the smallest smile on his face — he had taken note of where all of the younger boys attention landed.
wide eyed, anton used the palm of his hand to sooth the now red skin of his neck. “my bad..” mumbling under his breath, he threw a card out before turning his attention back to you. the expression on your face now clearly one of discomfort — your fingers still hitting the screen without missing a beat.
what could have you so worked up?
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the glow of your phone screen caused your eyes to strain, but you couldn’t look away. this was too important, if you stopped texting him for even a moment, he’d manage to be even more aggravating than before — him being sungchan.
before you even left that afternoon, you had told him where you were going. it was antons birthday after all, how could you miss his party? but he wasn’t having it. to be more specific, he wasn’t very fond of your attire. it was rather warm, so to suit the weather you had slid on a pair of shorts and one of his hoodies.
it was the shorts that set him off.
before you could even step outside of your house, he was opening his mouth to complain. something along the lines of, “why are they so short?” and “who are you trying to impress??” not wanting to hear his voice any longer than needed, you walked out. sure, it may have not been the best way to deal with the situation, but you would have done anything just so he would close his mouth.
that’s how you ended up here, arguing with him over text on why you’re out so late. your eyes shot up to the time in the corner of your screen — it’s only 9:30. you were forced out of your thoughts when anton stuffed himself into the beanbag. head resting on your shoulder, the gesture caused you to quickly exit your messages with sungchan. opening up a random app in the process.
“you’ve been sitting by yourself all night and barely even said happy birthday.” practically whining into your shoulder, his eyes shifted from your phone to your face. “ ‘m sorry ton, i had to deal with someone.” bringing a hand up to rake through his hair, you finally realized that everyone else had left.
rolling his eyes, antons’ suspicions were confirmed. you were texting sungchan and he was taking up all your attention on his day. a faint pout on his lips, anton didn’t answer — opting to lean his body further into yours. his silence was enough to tell you how he felt, ignored. but could you blame him?
in an effort to make it up to him, you stuffed your phone into the front pocket of your hoodie. “but, you’ve got my full attention now.” and that’s all he needed to hear before he was dragging you into his room. pulling you into the small bedroom, it wasn’t the first time you’d been in here and it definitely wasn’t the last. standing at the end of his bed, anton picked at the skin around his nails.
why was he so nervous to tell you his wish? a wish that’s been fulfilled a multitude of times.
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your shorts were discarded at the foot of his bed, being left in your panties and hoodie. thighs on either side of his own, anton sat up against his headboard. hands roaming under your hoodie — groping at any piece of skin that he could find. while your hands gripped onto the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to yours — deepening the kiss.
this was his wish. he could have been between your legs any day, but today it felt even more special. not just because it was his birthday, but because he knew sungchan was blowing up your phone while he got all you attention. the attention that he craved all day long but was taken from him. the feeling of your phone buzzing on his bed making the male smile against your lips.
pulling away to catch your breath, anton took this as an opportunity to try to rid you of sungchans hoodie — only to be stopped. looking back up at you, desperation in his eyes, anton tilted his head slightly. as if asking ‘why’ without saying a word. instead of giving him an explanation, you tugged at his pants. “i know what you want ton, but i gotta get back soon.” spewing out apology after apology, anton just frowned. his chest tightened with jealousy simply because you were still thinking about someone else that wasn’t him.
that frown quickly fading when the chilled air of his room rushed over his overly sensitive tip. one hand gripping onto your thigh, the other curled up in his sheets, he watched as you simply pushed your panties to the side, sinking down onto him with ease. any hint of jealousy that he once had seemed to poof from existence.
snaking his arms around your waist, anton jerked his hips up. setting a reckless yet weirdly affectionate pace. glancing down at his lap, he expected to see himself disappear in and out of your hole. instead he was meant with that fucking hoodie. covering up everything he wanted to see, reminding him of who you were going to go back to when he was done.
anton, now irritated, put all that negative energy into brutally pounding into you. if he couldn’t see what he was doing, he was definitely going to make sure you both heard it. your nails digging into his shoulders, the sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping together filled any empty space that wasn’t taken up your rather loud moans.
that unmistakable ache in your stomach growing, causing a slight shake in your legs. “gonna make you forget all about him.” his sentence being backed with a groan as he shifted underneath you — unknowingly causing him to find a new angle. the switch making your body spasm. parting your lips with the intention of telling him to slow down, a drawn out whine would make its way out instead.
nipping and sucking on your neck, anton was drowning in the growing need to fuck every thought of sungchan out of your mind. even as your phone rang right next to him. stilling for a moment as you came around him without warning. before he could continue, the sound of his front door opening rang through his apartment.
he locked the door, right?
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note- i love ending my fics abruptly. it was supposed to be longer but i’m legit so sick and exhausted. it’s time to use your imagination and imagine what happens next, also my little snoopy dividers are melting my heart. i love snoopy so much
happy anton day lovebugs.
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timebom · 4 months ago
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thoughts while watching episode 2! ☆
summary: necessary amount of love for jinx, unnecessary amount of child hate lmao
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oh my baby girl i love u it's ok don't be sad please
jinx focused episode let's gooo
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me: omg was that a flash of powder?!
*rewinds*
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me: ...who the fuck is that.
me: oh no. oh no. this kid is important enough to make it to the intro, jinx is going to take care of this child isn't she. that sure is... a choice
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oh no the kid is here
ugh for me personally the only thing worse they could have done is make her pregnant or have a baby. i hate storylines like this im so sorry. it's different when the parent-child relationship is like the main focus or the premise of the show/movie (the mandalorian, the last of us, the walking dead game, silco taking care of powder who's the main character), but when a random ass child shows up years late to the party and needs someone to take care of them and the child character has no previous connection to the audience... i really dislike that in stories im so sorry. leave jinx alone
also, in what world is jinx ready to be a mother figure to anyone lmao she's very much stuck in a child-like state herself half the time. this is not what she needs, we both deserve better
i like the child's design though
honestly, i hope arcane makes me take all that i just said back, but we'll see
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jinx i love you
her voice is so good, the voice acting is sooo good oh my god
does she kinda have a different vibe or is it just me?
honestly thought she would be doing a lot worse than she is. good for her!
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don't get me wrong, i get that from the orphan's point of view jinx just saved her life and she's clearly super strong, what else is she supposed to do than follow
what i'm saying is that i personally do not want jinx to take care of a child right now. i want this to be about the sisters. the fact that i don't like this is on me, the writers can obviously do whatever they want with their story buuut.....
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sevika<3
can't wait for her and jinx to team up
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wait does sevika even know that jinx was the one who killed silco?
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i don't know what's going on with viktor and whatever he's saying here is not helping
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did she though?
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everything viktor does now is so slow. the way he speaks, the way he moves...
im not a jayvik girlie but i imagine that those who are felt rly sad after this scene
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ekko my boy! the biker mouse from mars can speak?
my brother: he really does look like one
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i literally facepalmed and my brother groaned
ekko please ditch this creature you're better on your own
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shut up. you're not cute, you're not funny.
i should probably clarify that heimer is my least favourite character in the show, i kinda have no patience for anything he does 😂
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i literally said DO IT JAYCE out loud
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this made me laugh
same, ekko, same.
can we talk about the way he's holding the cup lol
it's also kinda funny and kinda sad at the same time that this is probably his first time tasting tea
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SHUT UUUUPPPP
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i screamed
vi? nooo, what the hell 😫 i thought it was the bad guys after her but no it's VI? don't hurt jinx like this, don't hurt me like this
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the animation is making me feel like i'm the one who can't breathe damn
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hasn't my girl been through enough?? stooooppp
this looked really cool though
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there's no way those were the only two times he saw her cry
also, she's insane, blinking and getting even closer. i am obsessed with her
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YESSSHHHH
after getting her ass kicked by vi and jinx repeatedly in season 1, i have a feeling this is a battle she's finally going to win 😆
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the whole-body movement she did here, so cute, i love her so much 😭
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GET JINXED OMG!!!!!!!! 💙💙💙💙💙
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holy shit you can always trust arcane with fight scenes
my brother: no one does fight scenes better than arcane.
me: i know right?! that was so good! best scene in season 2 so far!
brother: yep.
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oh wow ok. girl, 1st of all, ew. 2nd of all, that thing was like 80% machine what was there left for you to eat? 3rd of all... this begs the question, what do these people eat, exactly? do they draw the line at cannibalism but everyone else is fair game? huh.
i doubt the people in piltover eat like this
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no, let's not do that<3
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what is he, jesus? this is a bit too much.
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p-e-n-i-s-c-o-r-e · 5 months ago
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Obsession
He has to have you.
Warnings: Lando dies, obsessed!Max, knife usage, kidnapping, cursing, murder, use of Y/N
A/N: Hello! This is my first lil story on here. Im pretty proud of it if I do say so myself. Enjoy please! 😼
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He had been watching her. Ever since Lando brought her to the paddock he'd been hooked. The way her eyes looked in the sunlight. Her smile when she congradulated him on his win. God she was perfect, but she was with Lando. And he hated that. Hated that she wasn't his. Oh he was obsessed. He couldn't help it. He knew what had to be done.
A stench filled the room as her eyes fluttered open. A low tick being all that she could hear.
tick
tick
tick
She couldn't move, her limbs tied to the chair she was sitting in. Where is she? An what is that smell?. A stream of light seeps in as she sees a door open, followed by someone.
"You're awake."
He said, voice rough, like he had just woken up himself. She lifts her head to meet him. Max?
"Max..? Where...-where am I..?"
He chuckled slightly before speaking once more, his dutch accent prominate with his words.
"Don't worry about it liefde. All you need to know is you're mine now."
What? What is he talking about? She thinks. Wheres Lando? Why does it smell so bad in here?
"Where's Lando..?"
She asks, fear etching her voice. Max smiles widely, like hes proud of something.
"I took care of him."
He says, not explaining further.
Four days prior
Max had knocked on Landos door, she was at a party, so he knew this was his time to strike. Lando opened the door, surprised to see the dutchman in front of him
"Max! Whats brought you by mate?"
"Just wanted to chat."
Max says coldly, Lando smiles bright, allowing the dutchman in. Lando takes a seat on the couch, Max following.
"Anything up with redbull?" Lando says, looking at Max.
"Not really, Christians thinking about replacing Checo though. Not sure with who yet."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, something how hes lost his touch, that hes just bringing the team down. Which I can see, we've had to pay alot to repair his car from the constant times hes crashed it."
Lando nods. Understanding. Checos performance at redbull hasn't been the best lately. So maybe retirment could be in the bag for him. Lando decides to change the topic bringing her up.
"Y/n's at a party right now. Won't be back til late. I really love her mate."
Max keeps a stoned face. Not wanting to show his emotions at the moment
"Really?"
"Yeah, Im pretty sure she might be the one. Even got a ring picked out, let me show you"
Lando gets up, walking to his bedroom, the one he shared with her. Max followed him, playing with the knife that was in his pocket. Lando rummages in his dresser, searching for the velvet box that held the ring.
"I really love her mate. I really do. I hope she says yes. I don't know what I'd do it she didnt."
Max listens, twirling the knife around with his fingers, flicking it open as Lando talks. Stab and twist. Stab and twist. The knife connects to Landos side. Stab and twist.
Landos eyes widen, a sharp, burning pain shooting through his body, he grabs onto Max's arm, trying to keep himself upright.
"M-max? Wha..-what..?"
He stutters out, pain steadily running through his body. Max looks at him, a cold look, like he didn't care.
"Sorry mate. Can't let you take her from me."
He states coldly, not a look of guilt swimming in his eyes as he pulled the knife out, sticking it in Landos stomach this time, twisting.
Lando coughs, specks of blood landing on the dresser in front of him, trying to push Max away as he cries out in pain, his hands covering the stab wounds.
"You...-you're fucking insane.."
Lando coughs up. Stepping back, hitting the dresser, his hands covered in blood.
"No..Lando.." He chuckles, walking towards him slowly, "I'm in love."
Landos face twists into a mix of confusion and pain as he holds his hands out to keep Max away.
"Thats..-thats not love. Thats f-fucking obsession."
Lando coughs out more blood, this time splattering onto Max's face. The crazed look on his face intensifying.
"So what?"
Max stabs this knife into Landos stomach again, deeper this time, twisting the knife.
He cries out again, collapsing to his knees from the pain. His eyes wide with disbelief as he coughs from the pain.
Max uses the tip of the knife to lift Landos chin up, forcing him to look Max. He smiles at him, as if he wasn't about to take the young drivers life.
"I'll take good care of her." Max says softly, before sinking the knife into the pulse point of Landos neck.
He tried to protest, his words being cut off by a soft gurgle as blood flows through his airway. He slumps forward, landing on the ground with a soft thud. A trail of blood leaves his mouth, pooling onto the floor, and his body shivers in pain, the life leaving his body.
Max leans back on his heels. Looking down at the body of the man who was his friend and fellow driver. He didn't feel bad.
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bookwhored · 23 days ago
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welcome to the Emily Prentiss scene! are you a writer, blurber (idk if that's a word), and just a general Prentiss lover?
also, if you had any emily headcanons that you'd be willing to share with the class, I wouldn't be opposed 👉👈
well hi there!
im more so of a blurber and hc fanatic. ive written once or twice and gotten some really good feedback, but i dont plan on writing much :3
i am a general prentiss lover, though! im obsessed with emily. her and elle greenaway are my two fav characters of absolutely all time (and yes, im a prentaway shipper.. if that doesn't tell you how desperate and gay i am—)
i am willing to share some of my hcs though, 100%!
⋆˚ 1. emily definitely can and will decide to strap you down at late hours of the night once she returns home from a case. you can expect her to be tired yet so needy. she wakes you up with a whole bunch of kisses, soft praises, and whines. "hi baby, im here–" and definitely "i missed my girl–". she's definitely whimpering the whole time, though. she misses the way you felt. fingering herself to a few polaroids she took of you when you guys have sex (im gonna piggy back off this idea in a sec, just you wait) and the pics you always send her.
^᪲᪲᪲࿐໋2. emily prentiss and her love of cameras. i could definitely see her as someone who usually has a digital camera and a huge, meticulously organized google drive folders. one folder specifically is dedicated to you. she loves taking pictures of you after sex (with consent, because its very sexy). she takes pictures holding your face, hand grasping your hip, your thigh, or your ass. she keeps this for her cases when she's away. its her saving grace. she also really enjoys polaroids. she has a polaroid in her phonecase of you two at a party garcia held. i like to think she has a few mint tins that are filled with polaroids she's taken or you've taken, whether it's in the kitchen or in the bedroom. she loves taking pictures.
☾⋆。𖦹 3. sex @ headquarters. theres definitely been some times when she's in hq, stressed about cases, and definitely also sexually frustrated just because she thought of what you and her did the night before. looking at the pictures didn't help. she goes off in her head, replaying the sexy scenes between you guys, yet it still doesn't get the job done. so she calls you. she sometimes makes up a little lie, like she forgot her lunch at home or forgot a file, or she's sometimes so straight up with you. so you go into hq and straight to her office. you really would also wanna catch up with everyone, but you can't leave your girlfriend horny and hanging alone in her office.
you get into her office and she immediately makes sure her office blinds are closed. once thats done, she puts you under her desk, and she unfastens her pants. you get a birds eye view of the soaked, lacy black underwear she put on this morning. the pair that you loved the most on her. you could smell and feel the arousal radiating from her. without thinking, you quickly tear the underwear off of her out of desperation. and you begin your relentless assault on her dripping pussy. her hand slides under her desk, and she tugs at your hair, pushing you further into her pussy. your nose brushes her clit as you violently eat her out. a simple: "fuck, baby" escapes her lips. you know shes pleased.
︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶
thats all for now :3 i hope you enjoyed anon!
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revvethasmythh · 2 months ago
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i feel a bit like im looking through a glass window.. (just a discussion! im so fascinated by all of the different views of bells hells!) ive never seen the hells as particularly superior or having big egos. the nein were outside of society in their own ways, so there wasnt being above or below anyone because they were nobodies, invisible (and often trying to be).
the hells are inside of society, and theyre a mixed bag of at the bottom and upwards of being noticed but seen as inconsequential to those above them. ashton and laudna can be a bit out there, both too cast aside to not feel a bit vindictive when they do have a moment of being above someone (aka being recognized as the fuckers who squashed luda and then went and smushed The god-eater in their friend).
then (and this is very funny to me, that theyre on the same level in my tier lmao) chet and dorian; mr. master toy-maker himself and the prince of everyones dreams tbh,, its less so for chet, but for dorian power is a bit of a norm. odd and unwieldy as it may seem to him, he wields it nonetheless.
fearne is in a league all her own, shes never been above or below anything, and anyone who thinks theyre above her is in for a surprise cause our witch doesnt give a shit, she was raised by The fate-stitcher. shes a bit like the nein, outside of it all.
then imogen and orym... imogen was isolated for her abilities, mother not in her life, father distanced from her, she knows power. shes resisted it all her life. id argue shes not heady with power, she exactly matches the power she holds right now. and orym? he was a whole ass guard. aside from will and derrig dying, before that he'd been a little cushy. loving mom, loving partner and the family that came with him, stable life within zephrah. he has no use for power or ego, but at this point he'll take what he can get to protect his loved ones.
very little of that seems like they think theyre above anyone, theyre just at the bottom and any amount of rising seems astronomical. also. it should be noted that i usually drink when im watching so maybe some of my chillness and blasé about the crazy shit that happens is influenced by that. i hope this didnt have many typos. if you did read thanks! i hope i worded this coherently and i hope youre having a good day man, all of us could use some good days lately
I appreciate wanting to have a conversation! I will, say i'm not entirely sure what point your getting at? Being above someone, imo, is not necessarily related to whether you are in or out of society. That is an intersectional factor to be considered, sure, but I would weigh raw power as a more applicable currency here. Fearne, for instance, as you pointed out, stands apart from society. She is unlike anything else and is therefore differentiated. But the way in which she stands out is by holding immense power via many different sources to create a single, deeply powerful amalgamated whole. And to be above someone in the context that we're discussing--or, at least, in the way I meant it--was more an effect of how you wield the power that you have. That was my ultimate gripe with the Hells' behavior was that it felt like they were wielding power in a mean-spirited way. Not at all to say the Nein have never done this--all the parties have at some time or another--but the Nein I feel are less predisposed to it, as a group that is perhaps more oriented toward figuring out how to use the power they have (scraped and clawed) their way into earning in a somewhat more thoughtful way (particularly in regard to their late-game/finale/post-canon appearances). Incidentally, this is well displayed in a conversation between Imogen and Caleb from Episode 111:
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"Power is an illusion. [...] I try to earn, earn the gifts I have." The Nein worked very hard to reach a place where this could be the philosophy they embraced, with a lot of growing pains and evolution along the way. But in the beginning they were just broke ass two-bit adventurers running from or for their lives, which is an immensely different place to begin than a group of singular and unique people with a comfortable amount of money, magical items, and wealthy patrons that catapult you into the center of a cosmic conspiracy wherein you only become more powerful and more singular (and more powerful in your singularities, like ingesting titan shards and being imbued with the essence of pure possibility from a holy relic). I can see and appreciate, actually, the perspective of the Hells singularities isolating them nebulously outside of regular society and how that would not place them either above or below anyone (except, as I said, in the context of raw power) but my intent was more to point to how they used what power they had while engaging with others. And I'm not sure the Hells will ever approach it the way Caleb said he did, trying to "earn the gifts [he] has." Many of the Hells, I think, feel they have earned their gifts as a reward for their previous suffering, which is a dangerous way to engage with power. And I think that showed itself in the way they behaved at the end of the episode tonight.
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falling-angelss · 6 months ago
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DMV Struggle
E1 ,, Chapter 2
Chapter 1 can be found here!
All chapters can be found on pinned. :)
Summary: Wesley is finally taking his driving test so he doesn’t have to be a passenger princess anymore ❤️ very short chapter sorry im still thinking of chapter ideas before i get to the main plot chapters 😞
I've never been good at talking to people. At least, in a nonprofessional environment. I’ve always been good at talking to people when it’s a strictly professional approach, but when it comes to just being friendly and developing real connections, it’s like I’ve never spoken to anyone a day in my life. I feel almost like an alien at times. As if I was never meant to belong.
I’ve always felt like an actor in my own life, meant to play a specific role. Almost as if I know who I really am when the curtains close, but I’m told by everyone else a completely different role I have to play. And on top of that, apparently the director forgot to give me a script. I always say the wrong things and make the wrong decisions. I always make a complete fool of myself.
Which is why I often make an effort to distance myself from most. I want to be allowed to make my own script and play my own role sometimes, without anyone else reading my lines to me. I find it easier to live my day to day life alone.
I don’t need a big group of friends to go partying with every night, I don’t need coworkers to gossip with, I don’t need family members to ask me invasive questions every time I see them.
And I especially don’t need a musky blonde-haired skater boy pestering me just about any time I’m in town, but, guess what the director added to this season of “Wesley Just Trying To Live a Normal Life”.
I’m not even sure how he always seems to find me, it’s like he knows my every move. It’s a bit unnerving. Ever since I bumped into him before my job interview a few weeks ago, he’s been swarming me like a vulture and it’s roadkill.
His name is Aurelius Stevens, or “Ari”, as most people call him. He’s actually quite popular around here. We live in a small town where just about everyone knows everyone, and I quickly learned that Aurelius is quite well liked around here. Surprisingly…
However, that especially is what puzzles me. I don’t understand why someone with so many friends, so many people who actually like him, who actually want to hang out with him, would even attempt to spend time with me, an anxiety-ridden ninny who wants nothing more than to mind my own business. Out of anyone else, me?
It’s almost baffling. I wish I understood his motives.
I rush out of my apartment, tying my hair in a ponytail, since I don’t have time to properly style it and I don’t want to be late. I have a scheduled test at the DMV to try to get my driver's license. All of the legal stuff I’ve had to do after moving to America has been exhausting, especially without help from my parents, like I had back home. But… I know I’ll be alright. It’s better to get this all done sooner rather than later.
I start walking down the street, actively rummaging through my bag to make sure I have all the paperwork I may need. I can already feel an ache deep in my stomach… my anxiety always acts up when I’m headed to things like this. And the summer heat isn’t making it any better… I’m so used to the cooler temperatures back home near the sea, I forget how hot it can get here. This isn’t exactly the best time to have a wardrobe made up of almost entirely sweaters, now is it?
The DMV is just a few miles from my apartment, so not a bad walk, but apparently I’m more out of shape than I thought… after only about maybe 15 minutes of jogging, I feel so light-headed I could faint.
I check my watch, hoping that I’m not…
…Yeah. I’m running late. Of course I am, I’m always late.
I sit down on the low concrete wall that surrounds a local park, taking a short break from walking. I’m fighting with myself to decide what I should do next, hoping I can still make it to the DMV in time.
I always underestimate the complexity of doing even the most mundane tasks. If I had just woken up maybe an hour earlier, everything would’ve been fine. I don’t know how I have such poor time management.
Should I call the DMV? Let them know I’ll be late? Or maybe I should see if they can reschedule? Ugh. Or maybe I should pick up the pace a bit, I can still make it, but I think I may be sick if I run any longer. I really have to start working out soon. My legs are already aching, even from only jogging a short distance.
Maybe I should just cancel and do this another day. I’m already having the absolute worst of luck. My hair is a mess, both of my shirts are wrinkled, I was completely out of coffee (and food) this morning, and now that I’m sitting here, I see a toothpaste stain on the collar of my shirt.
Jeez, I really am a mess. I think Dad was right.
I can feel the anxiety and shame welling up inside my chest, like a geyser about to erupt straight out of me.
I can’t let anyone see me like this. What am I thinking? I should just-
Oh gosh. Is that his car?
“Hey!!! Dude!!! Do you need a ride!?”
He pulls up in front of me. I know that beat-up yellow car anywhere, you can spot it from a mile away. Ugh. Why on earth does he always have to show up at the worst times possible? Even worse though, Aurelius isn’t even the one driving. Instead, it’s one of his hooligan buddies who’s behind the wheel.
Gosh, this is embarrassing. My brain is crying out to me, sending signals to the rest of my body, causing me to feel as if I’m about to be mauled by a bear. It’s funny, how our anxiety manifests itself in such a Pavlovian way, as if we’ve been taught to feel such fear since our very first breath.
I realize I’ve gone a few moments too long without responding.
“Oh! Um…”
Do I really want to have these two drive me to the DMV? Would I want these two to drive me anywhere, for that matter? That poor car looks like it could break down at any minute, and with those two driving?
Well. When the opportunity presents itself, I suppose.
“Yeah, actually. Could you drop me off at the DMV? I have an appointment and,”
I look at my watch. Yikes. “I’m already quite late…”
Aurelius and his friend exchange glances, I see Aurelius say something, but I can’t make it out.
He gestures, indicating me to the back of the car.
Alright. I guess I’m doing this. It’s fine.
I open the back door and hop in, moving some things around so I even have room to sit down. Goodness, I haven’t seen a car this dirty in ages. I think I would pay him to let me clean this thing.
“You’ve met Francis, right?” Aurelius asks me, nudging the man in the driver’s seat to try and get him to introduce himself. He’s a fairly hefty man with long hair and tan skin, he’s probably somewhere around 6’2. In other words, amongst Aurelius’ other friends, this guy sticks out like a sore thumb. I’ve seen him before, but we’ve never formally met.
“Oh, I’m Wesley. Nice to meet you.” I reach out my hand to offer him a handshake. Francis looks me in the eyes and simply says,
“Yeah, I know who you are.”
He doesn’t shake my hand. I’m left looking like a complete imbecile. Maybe I have met him before?
This is so awkward. I take my hand back, placing both my hands in my lap. I’m already regretting this, but at least it’s a short drive.
I’ve finally finished my driving test, and now I’m headed out, about to make my way home. It’s barely evening, and I’m already exhausted and ready to head to bed.
Before I can even begin to start walking, I see Aurelius sitting in his car in the parking lot, playing on a handheld game system. I didn’t ask him to stay and drive me home, so I am a bit surprised at his appearance here.
I walk up to the car and knock on the window, causing Aurelius to jump. He was very focused on that game, I guess.
He rolls down the window to talk to me.
“Hey!!! I, uh, Francis went home but… I thought you might want a ride home?”
“Aurelius, you didn’t have to come get me. How long have you been sitting out here? I was in there for almost two hours.”
“I- Yeah, I know you didn’t ask me to come get you, I just… I thought it would be polite of me to drive you home so you don’t have to walk all that way.”
“I can walk home just fine, you didn’t have to wait for me here. The walk is only a few miles.”
“Dude. I saw how out of breath you were, y’know. Just let me do something nice for you.”
Oh. Well, that’s a little embarrassing.
I fall silent and get into the passenger seat. He and I both know I really do not want to walk home.
We drive for a little while in awkward silence, until Aurelius finally speaks up, cutting the tension.
“So… why are you wearing that sweater in almost 90-degree weather anyways?” He asks me with a smirk, just trying to tease me.
“My entire closet is sweaters like these, what else am I supposed to wear?”
“Seriously? What about like, when you’re just hanging out at home, or with a couple of friends? You don’t have anything besides those fancy-ass sweaters?”
“When I’m at home I just wear my pajamas. Anywhere else I try to dress presentable.”
Aurelius huffs out a silent laugh and pauses for a few moments.
“Well… you do look nice. I like your style. So, I guess it must pay off, right?”
His sudden change of tone… surprises me at first.
“Um… thanks. Yeah, I- I guess so.”
I’m not good at receiving compliments… I can feel myself flushing red. As I go silent, the tension rises once more.
Thankfully, we’re finally at the apartment building. I’m practically ready to jump out of my seat to go up to my apartment and decompress.
Aurelius parks the car.
“Hey, so… uh… I’ll see you around yeah? We should grab dinner or something one day, maybe, or… I dunno, but… we should hang out soon?” there’s an odd sense of nervousness in his words, which is quite unlike him.
“Uh… yeah, I’ll check my calendar. I’m pretty busy this month.” I’m making excuses. I’m not exactly looking to go “hang out” with anyone anytime soon.
“Alright, that’s cool. Uh… yeah. I’ll see you around.”
I exit the car and wave, heading inside. I can feel my face and ears burning red. This whole day was a huge mess of embarrassment after embarrassment.
At least I won’t have to have Aurelius drive me places for too long…
I look down at the papers I’m carrying.
I failed my driving test.
Even if I had passed, it’s not like I even have a car yet, though.
I guess I may have to deal with him at least a little longer, in case I ever need a ride.
(notes; sorry if this chapter is a little all over the place.. again im kinda just writing some world building filler chapters so u get to know the characters before the actual fun part of the plot 😞 cries)
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tehrogueva · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday, Ink Sans (Audio Script)
So i was trying to get this recorded by today, but cant find the time so im gonna share what i wrote on the day and record it later just to have something to show for it!
Props to @0nem0retime and @celestial-scrapyard for the Prompt ideas
Ink sans - @comyet/@myebi
Error Sans - @loverofpiggies
Swap Sans - PopcornPrince/ AU Community
Dream Sans - @jokublog
Prompt: Methods, besides his scarf, Ink uses to remember things. Bonus points if he writes on a smearable surface and has to decode what he originally wrote. He’s having art block, and he forgets his birthday, but seeing his friends inspires him again?
Script below the cut
Ink: Oh, darn it. Why can't I think of what to draw. I hate when this happens. There has to be something, I just need an idea… hmm… Oh! My scarf! I'm sure something on here can give me some inspiration! Hmm, no, no, no idea what that says, hmm oh, what's this… birth… birthday? Wait, am I forgetting someone's birthday? What month is it? IS it Error's birthday! Oh, geese, I hope I didn't miss it. I should make him something! Yeah, that's it! Hmm, what would glitchy like? Hmm… He like undernovella… and chocolate… hmmmmm
Uhh, I got nothing… maybe I could just swing by underfell and steal him some chocolate. No, that's hard enough without getting caught. No, I should really make something. Hmm…. 
Dream: Hey Ink! There you are! Come on, you're going to be late for the party!
Ink: crap already! Ok, one sec, let me just doodle something real quick. And there, ok, let's go!
Error: I can't believe you convinced me to do this.
Blue: Oh come on, it's only one day, he’ll appreciate it.
Error: and why should I care again?
Blue: because you're my friend and I asked nicely. Plus you promised.
Error: *sigh,* ok, fine. I'll be nice to him. But only for today!
*Dream and Ink arrive*
Dream: where here! Now we can get started!
Ink: Error hey!
Error: hello, Ink
Ink: here, I made you this. I know it's just a dumb drawing, but it was really last minute. Hehe, Happy Birthday~
Error: Ink…
Ink: yeah…
Error: You idiot! My birthday was last week. Today is your birthday!
Ink: it is???
Blue: yeah! Of course, it is! 
Dream: this party is for you, silly.
Ink: awwww guys….
Error: *sigh* here… happy birthday or what ever…
Ink: whats this… *gasp* new pens!!! Awww Glitchy you shouldn't have!
Error: dont say i never did anything nice for ya, and its only for today, got it!
Ink: thank you so much! I just wanna hug you!
Error: no… 
Ink: aww come on just a little one.
Error: NO! You know how i am about physical contact!
Ink: just for a second, please. It is my birthday after all!
Error: uygh! Uhhh! Fine!
Ink: heheh!
Error: ok… seconds up… you can get off now…
Ink: just one more second…
Error:... get…. Offf…… NOW!
Ink: almost done….
Error: GOD DAMN IT INK!
Ink: ahahahha! Worth it!
Error: thats it! Your dead!
Ink: haha only if you can catcth me first glitchy!!
Error: oh you… GET BACK HERE!
Ink: uh oh…. Ahh~
Dream: should we do something?
Blue: no, just let them ware themselves out. Besides its fun to watch.
Dream: Blue…
Blue: what?
Dream: *sigh* lets just not let it get out of hand. 
Blue: oh ok. But where is the fun in that.
Dream: Blue!
Blue: ok ok! Dont want to dust him on his birthday.
Ink: haha! So close! Almost got me! Woah! Little help here, guys!!
Error: oh no you dont!
Ink: ahhh!
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astrronomemes · 2 years ago
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ALADDIN: THE KING OF THIEVES STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 1996 Disney film Aladdin: The King of Thieves. change & alter as needed.
“Somebody’s gonna be late for his own wedding!”
“It’s a bachelor party, big boy!”
“This is for the wedding.”
“It belonged to my father.”
“He died a long time ago.”
“[Name], are you getting cold feet?”
“What do I know about families? What if I’m no good at it?”
“If your father were here, he’d be as proud of you as I am.”
“Someone has to keep a cool head, [name].”
“Someone will have no head if this turns out to be another wild goose chase.”
“I can see fine from back here.”
“I’m not gonna cry. I’m not.”
“I thought the earth wasn’t supposed to move until the honeymoon.”
“So this isn’t a bad day for you, really, is it?”
“It must be here somewhere.”
“You have a lot of spirit. And a lot of mouth.”
“Stay out of my way, boy, and you won’t get hurt.”
“That was for ruining my wedding.”
“This is not my fault! This was not built to code!”
“Good luck getting back the catering deposit.”
“Hey, I want to see some resumes on these guys.”
“I am so sorry about all this, [name].”
“With all the other great stuff, why go for this thing?”
“Did someone say ‘treasure’?”
“I see all that has been, and all that will be.”
“Okay, you know all, so tell all.”
“I know what my future is. My future is you.”
“I have no idea where I come from.”
“I don’t think you can help me.”
“My father is alive?”
“What kind of man leaves his son?”
“How can you be so sure?”
“How bad is it?”
“I want to get in, get out, and go home.”
“If you’re talking about spilling my blood... well, I just don’t see that happening.”
“Like it or not, boy, we’re blood.”
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Yes, [name], mercy would be so like you — soft, and weak.”
“A test? That’s not so bad. Maybe it’ll be multiple-choice!”
“Knock ’im dead, kid. Seriously.”
“You would know if [name] was in trouble, wouldn’t you?”
“I thought he’d be back by now.”
“It’s a joke! ...I do that.”
“Thanks for cheering me up.”
“You did your old man proud, [name].”
“I was just trying to stay alive.”
“We never hurt the innocent.”
“That’s just a myth!”
“You don’t know what it’s like to have nothing!”
“I thought my family was lost forever.”
“I wanted a father. I still do.”
“[Name] may not understand, but it just wouldn’t work. I don’t belong in his world.”
“Get off that thing before you break your neck!”
“This creep’s got a yellow sheet as long as my arm.”
“You are most definitely [name]’s father.”
“All he needed was a second chance.”
“It’s a slap-on-the-wrist and community-service kind of thing.”
“I thought I could change him. I had to try.”
“You can change my clothes, [name]. You can’t change who I am.”
“There are some wishes that even I can’t make come true.”
“Everything was perfect before he came into my life.”
“It’s the cape talking, isn’t it?”
“I’ve come to say goodbye.”
“We don’t have much time.”
“They can’t catch me.”
“I want him dead or alive.”
“We shall see if [name] wants you in his family now.”
“Keep your hands off my son!”
“I did lose my lunch back there.”
“By then, we’ll be long gone.”
“I’m sorry for what you’ve lost, but you can’t go back now. You know that.”
“I’m not going with you.”
“You ran away from your family!”
“It’s a good day to die.”
“They’re my family. My only family.”
“Frankly, my boy, your actions were most disappointing.”
“What you have done... well, you did it out of love.”
“I know your dad made a lot of bad choices, but that doesn’t mean you have to.”
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Chapter 19
Word count / 2374
This chapter is nothing to shout home about I really hate it but I just wanted some communication with other characters in the story and some female characters other than Carly , hopefully the next few will be better , again I hope it’s okay
Sorry for typos
I HATE THIS CHAPTER HONESTLY
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Matty's POV
"I bet you do"
That was the last thing I messaged George before I stepped into work, it wasn't to busy just yet and I saw my friend Vivian stood behind the counter wiping it down as I entered , I hung my jacket on the hook well Jamie's jacket because I still haven't given it back and make my way over to her "hey there gorgeous", I have nicknames for my friends it's nothing weird. I reach around her to clock myself in then take a second to look around. There's a few older couples in and a guy with dreadlocks sat in the corner he's a regular I see him every time I work so I think today might be a slow easy shift if it stays like this.
Vivian isn't doing much herself continuously cleaning the same spot of the counter "hey I heard if you clean hard enough you can scrub a hole through it" , she just glared at me through her eyelashes and I pull myself up to sit on the counter "what's up with ya?"
"Just Lukas , he's being a nightmare, just being super clingy and needy lately and it's doing my head in dude", she drops the cloth down onto the counter and sighs "like yeh sure he's my boyfriend but like I just need some space you know?". I've never liked Lukas he's always been really overbearing or the complete opposite and just not caring. He's very hot and cold with Viv, no one ever knows how he's going to be. He's a dick in all honesty
"Talk to him then Viv you know use your words man, or you could equally just tell him sling his hook, he's useless", I've had this conversation with Viv multiple times that he's useless but I guess when you love someone it's not that easy just to let them go.
"Did you speak to Lottie, like did you guys get anywhere?", I knew she'd try to change the subject because she doesn't like the idea of leaving him because they've been together on and off since they were 12 he all she's known really.
"Huh?", Lottie was one of the other girls that worked here we were really close and she kinda had a thing for me and she told me the other week that she'd like to try give us a go, we'd spoken a few times since but since I've started speaking to George I haven't spoke to her much. It's not really the best thing I've done, I kind of ghosted her because I wasn't feeling all great about it "oh um yeh, it didn't really go anywhere I wasn't feeling it", Im playing with my hands waiting for her to be annoyed at me, but she's not she just comes over standing next to me
"Did you even try Matt ?", I haven't really tried with anyone in quite sometime , George has been the first person really to make me even want to try, but I've just not felt it you know, I've had one night stands and been with people at parties but I can't say the last time I was really properly interested in anyone.
"Honestly Viv , no , I didn't really want too, like don't get me wrong she's lovely and she's absolutely gorgeous but I just couldn't bring myself to be interested", I know, If I really tried I could have been interested but being with anyone in the last few weeks maybe even months has just been right at the back of my mind. I want to let her know that I'm not totally isolating myself because she'll just get all big sistery on me "I am talking to someone though", a smile immediately finds its way to my lips even at the thought of George and I look at her "there wonderful"
She gets so giddy so fast clapping her hands and smiling "oh my god what's she like Matt", Vivian isn't the most feminine girl I know but she LOVES a bit of gossip and has always been interested in my love life. It's endearing really. "Tell me everything" , we both jump down from the counter and make ourselves coffees , the benefit of working here we get free coffee whenever we like. I scratch the back of my head a little contemplating weather or not I should tell her that it's actually a he not she. It think about it for a second then realise there's no need to hide.
"His name is George , and he just so ...I don't know so amazing" , Viv stops making her coffee just to look at me her mouth basically on the floor, and I'm just smiling at her with the biggest smile on my face
"No way , how have I never known this before, I need to know everything". Just as Viv asks me the store begins to get somewhat busy so we stop making out coffees and push the mugs to the back of the counters for later. Then we turn round to start serving customers. I think there may have been a kids club on tonight because there are a lot of families in just getting drinks and sandwiches, As it gets busier I can feel that all to familiar buzz run through me and my hands start to shake. A small child hands me the money that he'd like to pay with but instead of a note or the correct amount it's change but small change so I have to add it up to make sure it's correct but I count it three times and still feel like it's wrong. Looking over to Vivian for help I notice that she still has a line of people ordering this causes me to panic slightly. I count it one last time and put it through as what I believe it is and hand him the change. I try to busy myself with heating up paninis for a small table in the corner but with my hands shaking I accidentally burn myself on the grill "shitting hell", I slam the grill closed and turn back to Vivian who is now making coffees "I fuckin burned my hand again". I show her my shaking hand and the raging red rash that has already appeared on my hand.
"Matty Jesus , how do you manage that everytime, you gotta calm down lad your shaking". She takes my hand in hers and examines in "it should be okay just go and run it under some cold water and try to calm yourself down a little yeh!?" I nod as she lets me hand drop to my side, I scutter off to bathroom to rinse my hand wincing as the water connects with my hand and a small pain jolts through me . I take a breath through my teeth and force my hand to stay under the water. As I'm stood there rinsing my hand, I catch my reflection in the mirror not to dissimilar to how I've looked the past few days, I look totally done in , my cheeks are quite hollow , my eyes are a deep red and the bags around them are so black it looks like eye shadow and my cheek bones were perturbing a slight bit. I sigh to myself and roll my eyes , how did I let it get this bad I think to myself but than also realise that it's been easier for me doing everything the way I'm doing it now instead of forcing myself to be okay. I take another few seconds to myself and then turn off the tap and make my way back through to the front room. My manger now happens to be stood there god I hate this guy. He eyes me as I walk in. "Where have you been Matthew. You've been gone ten minutes right in the middle of a rush".
I immediately roll my eyes at him hopefully he doesn't notice "it's Matty, and I was rinsing my hand under water, I burnt my hand on the grill". I momentarily show him the burn and then shove my hands into my pockets, staring him down waiting for a reply from him
"Right , anyway back to work please". He walks back through to the office as I stand there awkwardly till he's gone then pull at face behind his back so that Viv can see
"He's a fuckin tool by the way", I get back to work, making coffees for a few more customers and serve them too. I'm really just willing my break to be soon , I've only been in and hour of my 4 and a half hours but I really can't be bothered with this right now. My head is still spinning from the rush ealier but I'm really willing it away and hoping It will just fuck off . After another half hour of this mundane job . My nicer shift manager comes over and tells me I can go for my break it's only 20 minute s but it's the best news of the shift.
I make my way out back and pull my phone out my pocket along with a cigarette and lighter. I light my cigarette and sit down on the steps of the back door and quickly snap George "hiya darlin , how are you doing without me?", I tear through my first cigarette quite quickly and immediately take another one out when George's reply comes through
It makes me smile and a shiver runs through me as I open it , he's just stood there hair wet and water droplet adorning his shoulders and chest "hiya love , I'm alright just out of the shower, how are you?", he can't be looking like this right now he's to gorgeous ,
"I've got a killer headache right now,burnt my hand , I'm a bit shaky and I feel like im on the verge of bloody murder but I'm okay", I feel the need to tell him I'm okay but I feel vulnerable about things and I send another quick message "can you tell me I'll be okay" ,  even asking that send another shiver down my spine because I hate that I already rely so much on George to keep me sane even after such a small period of time but really if he tells me I'll be okay then I'll believe him and it helps. That might not be the best thing for my sanity right now but it's what I need.
He replies not long after with a video message and I hear his soft deep tones coming through my speakers while he's laying there on his bed still top less "love trust me , If your really having a tough time, just know that I believe in you and I know your doing amazing , and you will be okay" , ahhh bless him he really is trying , I can't help but blush at the message I feel somewhat nervous even though he isn't here and my head starts to spin but for a completely different reason and I feel myself falling deeper into the whirlwind that's is George fuckin Daniel.
I send him a quick thank you and tell him I'll talk him later once I've finished and hopefully the rest of my shift goes by smoother. And at the I slide my phone back into my pocket and rise from the step dusting my clothes down before I step back into the store. Once I have come back in the store is a lot emptier and a lot calmer and I come bouncing over to Vivian with more of a spring in my step and jump back to sit up on the counter
The whole front counter area is back to normal, and all that's left to clean up is the kitchen itself and the dinning area, but I just know I'll get kitchen duty as we close in half an hour but we still have to clean for around 2 hours, Viv looks at me now noticing I'm alot calmer than I was. "Alright there stud".
"A little better yeh , it wasn't to busy while I was gone right ?". I hate leaving people on busy shifts but when I was feeling that uptight and needed a breather the break was the only option , "felt like I was about to fizz over for a second there but I'm doing a little better"
"What's up with you lately you've been really skittish Matt ?", I knew she'd ask after my little outburst but I really don't want to talk about it, not now at least because it will just set me off again and I want to stay calm and keep my composure for a little longer than 5 minutes . So with that I shrug , push myself back off the counter and go to starts cleaning tables
"I'm fine Viv", If I start cleaning tables and look like I'm busy out in the dining area I might not get shoved into the kitchen because that would just be the cherry on the cake that’s been this wank day , and I know I’d just walk out and lose yet another job.
The rest of the shift goes swimmingly , I do get a little shaky from time to time but I push it away and try to forget about it, it’s a struggle sometimes when I don’t know what causes it but I really have to do it, the last hour seems to tick away so slowly each minute feeling like a decade. Ten minutes before my shift ends I just give up with whatever I’m doing and try to procrastinate until my shift is over.
When my shift finally ends I clock out instantly, say goodbye to Viv and grab my jacket from the hook, stepping outside I light another cigarette and trudge the short distance home. I pull out my phone connecting my headphones and stick on some slayer and I see my last message from George “I hope you have an easier second half of your shift ay x” after that I reply with just a picture of myself smiling with a short message saying “yooo , finally finished ffs x”
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Born leaders + Jamil discovered that Yuu is a girl?
I know I definitely did Malleus but here are the others! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Riddle Rosehearts 
• "W-what?"
• I'd feel like the time that he gets to know is much later than Ace and Deuce
• And I can see him being angry at them because of it
• In truth he's angry with himself he didn't notice before 
• But he'll be a bit awkward 
• a blushy baby <3
• Still just trying to compute your not a boy he was sure you were
• "So...have you been well...?"
• He's a bit fidgety but after you tell him not much has changed and you still want to be his friend
• He lightens up
• He's not going to admit he has feelings for you
• He's going to rationalize this as just being excited of the new challenge
• Yeah, that's it
• So he totally is justified when he is using his unique magic to rectify the students
• Inappropriate comments? Rude gestures? Having genuinely nice pictures to fawn over?
• "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD! And I'm confiscating this..."
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Leona Kingscholar 
• "Finally the sheep sheds their wool."
• Don't sleep on Leona!!
• Those lion senses sniffed you out in the garden 
• He keeps acting tough with you around your friends but he knows
• He honestly always treated you differently just not openly
• He let's you sleep in his room during Azuls seige on Ramshackle 
• Now since your no longer hiding it he doesn't either
• And while we know he treats ladies more politely 
• It's on a more comfortable level with you
• So while typically he wouldn't ever invite a women to his bed 
• He has no qualms scooping you up and carrying you away
• It's one of the less violent ways he scares off students from being anywhere near you 
• "Oi prefect, lay with me."
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Azul Ashengrotto
• "W-what?! I-is this a thing that's often done on land?!"
• He's shocked 
• reeling back the confidence for someone succinct and docile
• He's not openly jumping at a deal to screw people over especially if they're close to you
• But after that he's probably even worse 
• He finds that he so much more efficient when you're an incentive
• And not to mention the business opportunities 
• Paying for pictures, him getting pictures of you, selling some and then keeping the best ones for himself
• He's shy when you talk directly to him 
• You're just so precious
• I can see him trying to spoil you from afar 
• "I-im just...building rapor with her, yup. It has nothing to do with how she complimented me."
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Kalim Al Asim
• "Okay!"
• His friendly party nature doesn't change
• He doesn't stop with his hospitality 
• And if you didn't know any better you'd say he's clingier
• Feeding you more when you start trying to leave
• Or having a really long display before he's like:
• "Oh its so late why don't you stay until tomorrow!"
• Using his magic carpet to abduct you from whatever your doing
• Or getting you swept up in whatever activity he's enraptured himself in
• He knows by now he isn't the only one after you 
• And he knows he's not the smartest
• But he knows that everyone loves fun 
• And in turn you'll like him
• "Ne (Y/n)-san come ride with me to see the Scarabia moon!"
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Jamil Viper
• "How'd I miss this?!"
• He's angry at himself
• how'd he nor notice!!!
• He'll mostly dwell on it for a little while 
• Thinking of the possibility of Kalim wanting to pursue you 
• But ultimately he knows they'll either refuse or scare you off
• If he doesn't decide to take you as one of many wives
• He'll mostly not make too big a deal about it
• Unless he starts to see the way Kalim misses on cues or doesn't realize when others a flirting with you
• He may not be able to take the dorm from Kalim 
• But he can surely take you 
• But if push comes to shove he'll partner up 
• With Azul? no way
• Kalim or really anybody he deems to be easy enough to control 
• "(Y/n) can you look me in my eyes and tell me you want to leave."
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Vil Shoeinheit 
• "Im sorry (Y/n). I've made the mistake of including you with the potatoes.."
• All he means is if he knew you were a girl sooner he would have forced you to cultivate your feminine wiles sooner
• Watch out Epel your the next victim of his dance mom craze
• He's going to send Rook or whatever unlucky student he influences to retrieve you
• Makeup, face masks, facial routine, wardrobe change
• You name it he's doing it
• And he'll say this all to train you 
• But he's honestly just enjoying you relying on him 
• Whether your into it or not your not you're not going to stop someone who's willing to pamper you
• And he loves to pamper you 
• Loves you having to answer to him
• In a way I can see him making you match his level of beauty so that you have no reason to deny him on the grounds of being imbalanced in your relationship
• "Strut! Did I say walk funny like those potatoes (Y/n)!" 
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Idia Shroud 
• "Y-your a-a g-girl?!"
• Flustered and thrown off 
• Finds out while watching on one of the multiple cameras he has trained on you throughout the day
• Mini panic attack before finally getting over it
• Finds himself getting incredibly upset with anybody with immediate contact with you 
• Or even worse is actually able to talk to you
• He'll kick himself as many times as he wants 'but youre just too hot to talk to!!!'
• When he is forced to talk to you he's patting himself on the back after his initial blushy shock
• But when he gets the gumption to have Ortho invite you to play some games 
• He's both thrilled and horrified 
• But should some no-good npc distracts you with something else
• He's enraged and he pulls out all the stops
• "So this NPC feels like he's won (Y/n)? Think again because I'm the boss here!?"
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shiemori-writes · 2 years ago
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If your still doing requests, How would Cater, Kalim, Malleus and Jamil be like when their s/o gifts them a portrait of themselves that s/o painted?
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✰—" because every artist need's a muse!"
the prefect decides to gift their lovely s/o a portrait!! how will the boys react?
characs: cater, kalim, malleus and jamil <3
includes: sfw, fluff, pining, pre-established relationship, and ofc, gender neutral reader as per usual!
notes: this was pretty fun to write! thanks for the request nonnie~! (also yes thats malleus' username) (he was using speech to text and it was too late to change it khehehe)
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♡︎CATER DIAMOND♡︎
Growing up, he never really wouldve thought he'd have someone..Let alone a partner, care for him like you do, and now after he's seen how you see him? Heh, he might as well have fallen for you all over again.
Sheeesh you got him feeling all mushy inside mc! youre gonna be the death of him, you're too cute you know that?
He's uncharacteristically careful, quiet even for a few moments, wide eyed as he observes the little strokes and splashes of color you added, whether it be the emerald green you carefully painted for his eyes, the lovely ginger locks you gingerly (heh) painted across the canvas, or even just his smile, not the smile that he put up with everyone but the smile that he puts with you.
Once he's done observing though, he'd smile, he'd smile real big at you, the type of smile that never failed to make your heart flutter
Thanks you by tackling you into a hug, peppering kisses all over your face despite your giggly protests
He definitely posts it on magicam bring all ooey-gooey
(yk those couple posts? Yeah)
heh, after all! he has such a lovely s/o and he absolutely wants to brag about it
If you hear ace gagging in the background ignore him smh (maidenless behaviour)
He has the painting in his room now, a silent reminder that you'll always be here for him, and he greatly appreciates it <3
"—Hey, (name)-san, thanks, alright? no really,- I-..I really appreciate this, kay? You made cay-cays heart melt y'know!! You're the most cutest sweetest s/o ever!!! Hehe!! I'll post this later but..For now, I'll reward you with my affection!!!"
☀︎︎KALIM AL-ASIM☀︎︎
You decided to give it to your sunshine of a boyfriend once you were both done with classes, casually showing him the portrait inside your locker wh- OH GOD IS HE CRYING??? KALIMM-
Bros literally SWOONING (rook who?)
HIS BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY, ELEGANT GORGEOUS, LOVE OF HIS LIFE, HIS OTHER HA- ok you get the point
HIS?!?! HIS S/O PAINTED HIM?!🥺🥺🥺🥺 BWKDJAJD (NAMEEEEE) HE LOVES YOU SO SO MUCH!!!
Literally squeels and scream like a little kid on christmas when you gave him the portrait, guy fell in love with you all over again please his hearts doing jumps and he feels all mushy and just <33 his,,, his pwetty s/o 👉👈 painted him🥺
Thanks you by giving you lots of kisses!!! literally smothers u in his affection and hugs the life out of you (FLOYD WH-)
He immediately hangs it on his bedroom wall, gushing about you to jamil (help him)
it definitely cheers him up in his bad days!!
Like he could be doing the most mundane things and randomly think about your portrait, and hes smiling all lovesick all over again
Seriously, at this point jamil's heavily considering into moving into a different dorm because all Kalim will talk about for the rest of the week or so is prefect this, prefect that, blegh dear sevens jamil is TIRED
But anyways, kalim loves it, and love you even mooreee!!! He also hosts a party in your honor (jamil stopped him from doing anything more grand)
(I love him so much omg)
"—AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH (NAMEE)!!! I LOVE IT!!! *SNIFF* YOU PAINTED ME SO WELL TOOOO!!!! I love love love you!!!! I'll make sure to hang this in my room hehe!! oh and by the way!! im hosting a party later for you!! eh? what do you mean its not necessary? Only the best for my dearest jewel!!!"
ꨄ︎MALLEUS DRACONIAꨄ︎
this man, oh my sevens where do I even start? He already praises the ground you walk on, so boy-oh-boy does this work wonders for him! (sebek crying in the background is normal)
You guys were at your normal hang outs, gazing at the stars as Malleus held you close, talking about whatever is on both of your minds when you realized the portrait you did for him!!
Literally mid way of you talking you stopped bc of that and just went like :O !!!
(Malleus found it ridiculously adorable, he wants to kiss u stupid rn)
Curious to what revelation you had just witnessed, he watched as you grab something from your bag carefully
"My my,? What's this child of man? Fufufu~ I was not aware you would be bold enough t—!!!"
His teasing remark was caught in his throat once he saw your bashful grin at the painting of what seems to be,,...him..?
You handed him the painting as he carefully examined it, the details of his features that you took great notice of, his eyes, his horns..
You cleared your throat and explained yourself when you saw noticed how quiet he was, cheeks flushed
Breaking him out of his reverie, he finally processed your explanation and flashed you the most sweetest, sincere smile that made your heart go crazy bc he was so cute rn oml
He quietly pulled you closer, engulfing you in the most gentle hug ever, treating you like fragile porcelain as he inhaled your scent, chuckling a response to your gracious gift
"—my my, child of- no, (name), for once you have me speechless...You truly are full of surprises arent you,? Well..Anyways, I sincerely thank you, dearest. Your affections have reached me and I hope you know I plan on returning them ten fold. I love you, (name)."
᯾JAMIL VIPER᯾
Its no secret that you and Jamil are busy people, after all he was the vice housewarden and you were a prefect
Regardless of your busy schedule, you would always reassure him that no matter how busy you two would get, you'd always be there for him, whether it be through sticky notes, or little cute texts to get him going, he would cherish them all, but..
all of that pailed in comparison to what you had just given him now
He stared at the painting you had given him in awe, wide eyed and cheek flushed as he stroked every detail of the piece, from his golden ornaments to his eyes..or the way his smile was painted, you never missed a single detail about him and..and..and god you were just so, so amazing
He's definitely quiet for a long time, but once he's out of his thoughts he immediately smiled, a small curve on his lips as his cheeks was painted with a lovely red, gazing at you with the most fondest look he's ever given.
Pulls you close to him as he mutters a quiet 'thank you', trailing kisses around your neck as he buries his flustered face in the crook of your neck, he loved you very much
He hung up the painting a little while after, admiring the little detail's you had painted on him.
"—ya hayati..Thank you..I really appreciate it," he mutters out, voice gentle as he trails a kiss on your forehead, chuckling at how flustered you were, too. "Love you.." He said, voice laced with fondness as he held you closer, feeling your warmth.
"-Say, (name), there's a feast later in Scarabia..Mind joining? I'll cook your favorite, alright?"
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end notes: hi hi!! sorry this took so long nonnie </3 hope you like it!!! My favorite parts to write was definitely jamil lol! i think it showed but anyways, thanks for requesting!
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bordysbae · 2 years ago
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can you do something where the reader is this introverted person and isolates herself from crowds so one day while she’s out studying in the corner she like looks up and sees the whole team staring at her, talking and she gets really uncomfortable and you can just make the rest up. with anyone really is fine
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“study date”
brendan brisson x reader
word count: 0.6k
i kinda hate this and i’m sorry that it wasn’t exactly like the request? idk my mind has been so all over the place lately, so i apologize if this is bad or doesn’t make sense lol
you’ve never been the type of person to go to every and any party possible, it just isn’t your thing. yes, you go to a party every so often, but your form of social events is going to sports games. you’re more on the introverted side, so hanging with your friends at a sports event where you don’t really need a full social battery is more up your alley.
so of course attending umich, a school full of sports, was a great opportunity to make some friends with similar interests as you. during fall you went to lots of football games, and now that it’s winter you go to a lot of basketball and hockey games. you couldn’t lie, the michigan ice hockey team was very attractive, so of course you knew all of them since you’d done your stalking, but they didn’t necessarily know you. until now.
as you’re sat in the corner of the quiet library, you hear a group of people not too many tables away from you loudly whispering at each other. you can’t hear what they’re saying, but it seems as if they’re trying to get someone to do something.
you slowly glance up to see who’s being annoyingly loud, and your eyes are met with a group of michigan hockey players, and they’re looking at you. you instantly look back down and a blush creeps upon your cheeks. you hide your face with your hair, and continue writing down your world lit notes. a few moments go by, and your peace is disturbed as someone places their hands on the table.
you glance up from your notebook and you’re met with the boys from earlier. your cheeks become hot, and your heart rate begins to increase. “um, hi?” you say softly, honestly a little nervous. these guys are like royalty on campus, what could they want from you?
“hi, our friend brendan here thinks you’re pretty and was too much of a wuss to come talk to you, so we brought him over here.” a boy who you know as thomas bordeleau says, as he steps aside to show you brendan. he’s then revealed and you see him standing next to dylan duke, who has his hand on brendan’s shoulder. brendan’s cheeks are a slight pinkish color, and he has a small smile plastered on his face.
“oh wow, i uh, don’t really know what to say?” you say very awkwardly, trying not to freak out that they’re talking you.
“no worries, brendan likes to talk so i’m sure he can help you out with that!” one of the other boys says. suddenly all of the other guys leave you two alone, and you shyly gesture for brendan to sit in the seat across from you. he plops down in the chair, and you both awkwardly smile. “it’s nice to meet you brendan, i’m y/n!” you break the ice, acting as if you don’t already know who he is.
“im sorry if this whole thing is weird. its just that i saw you in my english class yesterday and i thought you were really pretty, and then i saw you in the library just now and— sorry,” he chuckles nervously, stopping his ramble.
you blush at his words, “you’re too sweet! and you aren’t so bad yourself” you say slightly calmer than before, using the fact that brendan is also nervous as a way to calm yourself.
“would you maybe like to go out on a date sometime? maybe we can go on a study date for english?” he says shyly.
“i would love that.”
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lonelychicago · 2 years ago
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seven sentence sunday
tagged by @lostinabuddiehaze @buddierights @rogerzsteven @spotsandsocks @elvensorceress and @monsterrae1 thanks for the tags, loves!
this is for my prince buck au!
Eddie would not recommend that anyone fall in love with a prince. It is, objectively speaking, a terrible idea. It can only end in heartbreak and it’s not worth it.
Except it totally is, of course.
But it's so stupid, feeling the way he does, because the first thing Eddie learns about Buck is that he's going to marry someone someday— preferably a nice girl, from a wealthy family and good reputation. It’s the first thing that Queen Margaret told him when she hired Eddie to protect his son— or more like, to make sure her son doesn't get in trouble.
Eddie thought it'd be perfect. The job pays extremely well, he's far away from his parents and he can give Chris a comfortable, nice life.
Except, is not easy to be the personal bodyguard of one Evan Buckley.
The guy is reckless, pulling stupid stunt after other to mostly piss off his parents. He's too cocky for his own good, stubborn to a fault and he makes Eddie's job harder than it needs to be.
Evan Buckley is a pain in his ass, if he's being completely honest.
And yet… Eddie went and fell in love with him.
Eddie's never been the type to ask very many questions; he tends to stay quiet and observe, and he's good at it. But when it comes to Buck… he can’t. The prince just has this talent to push Eddie’s buttons in the most infuriating, intoxicating way.
Their first meeting hadn't been the best— not at all like Eddie picture it would go the first time he met a prince.
The thing is, Evan Buckley isn’t every other prince in the world. Other princes would have had Eddie punished, when they first met, because it was not, by any standard, a good meeting. It was the end of a long day of talking to all of the people forming the security staff of the Bukingham palace. He found a lot of stupid little mistakes that could potentially cost the royal family's safety and Eddie was just in a sour mood. So of course Buck came in making demands to go to this stupid party with zero time to plan anything.
Eddie told him right then and there that if he wasn't willing to treat him with a modicum of respect, Eddie wouldn't respect him. (It was an incredibly stupid thing to say to a prince, by the way. He definitely doesn't recommend doing that.)
He remembers how Buck opened and closed his mouth twice before leaving without another word.
The next day, he apologized. "I'm sorry about yesterday. It was— I just— I'm always here, you know? And if I'm not, I'm always with my parents or where my parents tell me to go." Buck had explained to him, surprisingly open and honest. "And I know you must be thinking I'm a spoiled brat… I just needed one day to go out and breathe, I guess."
And in that moment, Eddie had felt a connection to the prince. This sort of kinship. Because even if the situations weren't the same, Eddie could understand where the guy was coming from. He remembered how it felt when he was just a stupid teenager and got his high school girlfriend knocked up. Eddie's parents had been relentless and overbearing— Eddie could understand what Buck was saying it's all.
tagging: (im sure im late and idk who's done it already so feel free to ignore me) @bekkachaos @fatedbuck @loveyourownsmiilee @swiftiebuckleys @the-likesofus @wheelsupin-five @maygrantgf and whoever else wants to do it!
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mxchellesworld · 4 years ago
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Discuss!
Spencer Reid x Reader
Synopsis; Where the team discusses the question ‘do you kiss after head’, you find out Spencer has too little experience to answer the question so you help him out
Warnings; smut, oral (male receiving), sub!spencer, praise, slight degradation 
a/n; LMAO im so sorry for disappearing again life has been actually kicking my ass but anyways lately i’ve been thinking about subby early season spence so here we go,, hope you enjoy!
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Another Friday night and the team was out bar crawling after an easy case. But this time all members were there as it reached 11pm which was rare. Usually Hotch and JJ would have been home by 10:30 and Spencer wouldn’t have been there at all. But there was something light in the air which had all parties concerned sitting packed in a booth, laughing after each sip of their drinks. 
Since it wasn’t your first rodeo together you knew how the night went. It started off with Rossi offering to buy the first few rounds, always whiskey but he made an exception for Penelope. Then again who would deny her anything. 
Once the drinks were flowing and lips got a little loose, the questions would start popping in at the top of your heads. However these were not your run of the mill, ‘hows so and so doing?’ ‘done your taxes yet?’ oh no. The name of the game was discuss where you would all think of a question which would help you dig just a tiny bit deeper into your coworkers sex lives. 
Maybe if you were all sober then you’d avoid thinking of each other in such positions, pun intended, yet in this state your prying minds were open and your stomachs were ready to grow abs from bending over in laughter. 
You raised the margarita glass up clinking it with a fork to get the tables attention. Everyone including Aaron had a smile on their face, ready to hear the intrusive question for the night. 
“Ok my fellow profilers, doctor, and tech genius,” you added pointing at Spencer then Pen, “Do you kiss your partner after they give you head? Discuss!” you finished in your most formal voice. 
Right as you took a swig of your drink the mixed responses of yes and no filled your small space. 
“Why wouldn’t you? You guys especially, if someones willingly trying to swallow then you damn well owe them a kiss,” Emily finished earning nods and ‘exactly’s from JJ, Pen, and yourself. 
“Ok but thats weird. I just can’t explain it but its a no go for me,” Morgan finished. This only gained him a scoff and raised voices, “Hotch man help me out here,” he said looking over to the man hiding his smirk behind the amber liquid. 
“I have to agree with the ladies here Derek,” he said curtly. 
The girls yelped and hooted at Hotch for siding with them while Morgan sat with his arms crossed being the singular person left out as even Rossi agreed. Meanwhile you noticed the presence next to you had shrunk back and wasn’t too active in the conversation. 
“So Spence do you kiss your partner after they,” you trailed off shaking your fist by your cheek and poking your tongue in the side. 
He coughed as he instantly sat up quicker. Even under the dim lights of the bar you could still see the blush creeping up from his neck to his ears and the slightest tint on his cheeks. 
“Oh I uh- I never-” he said looking anywhere but your eyes. 
“You don’t kiss them?” you said raising your brows. 
“No! I-i mean yes. I would I think b-but I haven’t had the chance to actually partake in such.. activities,” he finished finally taking a look into your eyes. 
You could tell he was waiting for you to laugh in his face for being so inexperienced but you felt far from it. If anything you wished you could be the one to show him things. 
That sweet boy had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it. Maybe it was his naivety considering how exceptionally smart he was. Or maybe it was the cute sweater vests he wore and now he nervously tucked his hair behind his ears. All you knew was that you wanted Spencer Reid and tonight was your night to make it happen. 
You hummed taking in the information, “Well that’s not a bad thing Spence. Everything takes time,” you said putting your hand on his arm for comfort and giving him a smile. 
Going to turn back to face the table you almost didn’t hear Spencer go to speak again, “Do you?” 
Got him.
“Why don’t you find out pretty boy,” you said with a wink as you downed the rest of your marg. In the corner of your eye you could see Spencer shifting in his seat, subtly moving his bag to cover the slowly growing tent in his slacks. 
As the night went by you couldn’t help but really give him a show. You had popped open a button or two on the long sleeve you had on, since it was getting stuffy in the booth. Though when you leaned forward and jutted your chest out, the soft inhale of a breath from the man next to you was just serving as motivation to get bolder. 
For the last hour you called it quits on the alcohol and drank a few glasses of water before you drove home. Spencer had been uncharacteristically quiet ever since your little interactions. 
The team had all gotten up to say their goodbyes. Rossi going by and giving everyone a kiss on each cheek. Derek having to quite literally rangle Penelope from talking to passing by groups on their way out. Then there were two. 
You turned to the side where Spencer was nursing on his coke, “Hey pretty boy, it’s late, let me give you a ride home,” you said grabbing your belongings. 
“Y-yeah ok. Thanks Y/n,” he said getting up. You’d noticed how he still had the burnt orange bag over his crotch. He couldn’t still be hard could he? Well you’d love to find out. 
As gentlemanly as he was, Spencer opened the door for you to exit the building first. The whip of fresh night air cooling on your exposed chest and legs under your skirt. 
You unlocked your car and stepped in, Spencer waiting to hear the little beep signaling his side was open. As he sat down you heard him let out a little whimper. Your head shot over to look at him, you could tell from the flush on his cheeks he didn’t mean to let the noise out. 
Holding in your chuckle you started the ignition and pulled out of the lot, “Can I put on some music?” 
“Yeah I don’t mind,” he said looking over at you with his lips in a line. If it was anyone else, they’d probably think he was uncomfortable but you loved his tiny awkward smiles. 
The ride to his apartment was mostly silent besides a rare quip from Spencer about paper work or fact about an older building you had passed by. It fascinated you to no end hearing him talk. Spencer was a hand speaker, meaning he always used his hands waving them around and making gestures. The pale digits had you captivated. Probably a driving hazard but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. 
You pulled up into one of the visitor spots and put the car in park. You looked over to see Spencer almost contemplating something. You’d seen the look on his face before when he was looking over puzzles. 
“Somethin on your mind Doc?” you said with a small smile. As cute as he looked when he was nervous, you’d never want him to feel uncomfortable around you. 
“Would you-,” he cleared his throat, “Wo- Would you maybe want to c-come inside?” 
“Of course Spence I’d love to,” you finished with a reassuring nod. 
As he led you upstairs you were giddy with anticipation. So what if nothing happened. He was your friend first and you were glad he was letting you into his personal space. Even if you wanted nothing more than to have him writhi-
“Y/n?” 
The door closing snapped you out of your thoughts. You didn’t even realize you were in his living room. The dark green walls and shelves bursting with books put a grin on your face, “Sorry Doc, just caught up in my thoughts. What did you say hun?” 
His brows practically raised to his hairline from hearing the pet name. While he was used to the names coming from Garcia they took a whole different light coming from your lips. 
“I was asking if you wanted water or something,” he said fiddling with the keys in his hands. Eyes darting everywhere but your face so you wouldn’t be able to see the flush rising on his cheeks. 
“No I’m fine thanks for asking though,” you said taking a seat on the worn leather couch. 
You reached for the tv remote making a face at Spencer to ask for permission. He nodded and you settled back turning on an old sitcom that played late at night. 
As the episode ended you both sat in silence. Again you didn’t mind but you could practically hear the cogs moving in Spencer’s brain. 
You were about to speak when he cut you off before you could even get a word out, “What did you mean by ‘why don’t you find out’.”
Gaining confidence you moved closer to where he was on the couch, slow enough for him to stop you in case he wanted to back out. 
“Well you have options pretty boy,” you said moving a leg to straddle him. Your hands instinctively going to his brown locks. You could’ve sworn you heard a little moan leave his chapped lips. Noted. 
“W-what are the options,” lust blown eyes looked up to yours. 
“One, you can put that mouth to good use on me,” you said trailing your finger over his bottom lip, “and let me cum over that pretty face.” 
His eyes shut hearing your words and you weren’t having it, “Nuh uh eyes on me honey,” instantly they were back on yours. 
“Or number two. I can suck you off and let you cum down my throat, but,” you paused making sure to roll your hips on his growing length, “ you have to give me a nice big smooch after.” 
The hands on your hips pulled you closer as he bucked his hips into you as you finished the sentence. It was clear which option was preferred. 
You moved to slide down in between his legs. You let your hands trail down his clothed thighs, causing him to jump. 
“Tsk such a needy boy,” you said mockingly, “Am I not going fast enough baby?”
“Please Y/n,” he all but whimpered. It was like music to your ears. 
Your hands went to his belt, looking up in his eyes for a final sign of permission. Once he nodded you quickly undid it and he lifted his hips to help get his pants down. You palmed him over his boxers, feeling the wet patch where he was already leaking pre cum. 
“Is this all for me Spence? Does the thought of my lips around you make you this hard,” you said taking him out of the striped confines. 
“Oh god please just,” he cut himself off. You could see his hands curling fists besides his legs. 
“Please what baby? I can’t give you anything unless you ask.” Your hands continued their task of leisurely stroking his length. 
“Fuck please put your mouth on me,” he rushed out, hips bucking to prove his point. 
The answer was good enough for you so you wasted no time in leaning forward and taking him in your mouth. Both of you let out content sighs as you tried to take him further. 
You looked up to see him with his head leaned back, eyes scrunched closes in pleasure. 
You pulled off with a pop, letting your hand work him over. “Better keep those pretty eyes on me before I decide you can’t finish.”
He looked down with a flash of worry, that was quickly replaced by a loud moan as you spit down on his cock before taking him in your mouth again. 
For a germaphobe, Spencer loved how nasty it was. He was thanking god or whatever higher being there was for giving him his eidetic memory because the sight below him was something he’d never wanna forget. 
Your eyes were teary and you had spit dribbling down your chin but he wanted nothing more than to give you more than just a kiss after you finished. Or well after he finishes. 
You could tell he was close by the way he was throbbing on your tongue. Again taking him out of your mouth you used both hands to jerk him off. 
“You’re doing such a good job baby. So good for me. You wanna cum in my mouth pretty boy?”
“God Y/n I’m so close please please please,” he whimpered out. 
“Cum for me baby, be my good boy Spence,”  you said before taking him down your throat. He was big, not girthy but long and it was a struggle but you’d be damned if you didn’t try to take him all. 
Hollowing your cheeks you bobbed your head quickly, egging on his release further. His hands finally found a place in the back of your head. Pushing you down further as he came. 
“F-fuck Y/n I’m gonna”
His moans and whines were a symphony of sounds you’d have on repeat in your head forever. 
You swallowed the salty release but before you could even wipe your lips you were being pulled up by Spencer placing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss, his hands gripped the sides of your face not wanting to let you go. 
The need for air made you both pull back. You looked at one another, chests heaving and looking like you ran a marathon. 
Then a sad look came across his face. 
“Spencer what’s wrong?” 
“You didn’t get any pleasure,” he said looking like a hurt puppy. Oh your sweet boy. 
“It’s ok baby, I can take care of myself,” you tried to shrug off.
He was quick to push you back on the couch, taking the spot you were previously in. His warm lips trailing down your exposed thighs. 
“I wanna do it, but only if you kiss me after.” 
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