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I did bring a small mirror to reapply some makeup but prillu should’ve brought my washcloth
#have a cleansing pad tho don’t use it too much sept with primer#personalice#tho maybe should’ve brought fan or something lol#I do have a deodarnt spray but the small mini kind so#other than my armpits prolly not as helpful on forehead lol#wearing sleeveless shirt but sunscreen should be fine#tho wish I#had put on longer socks even if it doesn’t help too much with my bug bites#tho even if sunscreen spray says sweat/water resistant doesn’t#mena that it’ll stop sweating too lol
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21 - Chris Sturniolo
summary: when you recieve a unusual call from chris, you realise he’s got blackout drunk on his 21st birthday. you’re forced to go pick him up and take care of him in his interesting state..
contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!chris, mentions of throwing up (no detail whatsoever), a lot of chaos
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11:36pm
i yawn as i shuffle around in bed, my warm covers wrapped around me as i scroll through instagram,
suddenly my phone starts to ring,
‘incoming call from ‘chrizzzzyy’
i pick up the phone, pressing it to my ear as chris instantly starts,
“you know you’re so beautiful, like soo gorgeous.” he mumbles into the phone, his words slurred.
there’s faint chatter in the background, along with heavy music.
“chris? you okay?” i ask, my eyebrows knitting together with confusion.
“i need you- like how a baby bird needs its mama” he groans, followed by a loud laugh.
i giggle, “chris what is wrong with you!”
the realisation hits.
chris turned 21 today, i couldn’t make it to his party due to work, but for fucks sake, this kid is drunk.
“oh my god- chris you got drunk? i thought you said you wouldn’t!” i say frantically,
“uh factually i am not drunk- i think you’ll find.” he fumbles over his words,
“can you come.” he follows up.
i scoff, “christopher- it is midnight, where are you?”
he pauses for a moment, before i hear him chatter to someone else,
“yo- where am i, my girl wants to know” he mumbles to a friend i assume,
he shortly gets back to me “i’m at home, but i want to be at your home.”
i nod with a small huff, “god, i’ll come get you now, just wait on the curb and don’t go on the road whatever you do.”
he almost giggles, “you sound like my mommy.”
i groan before hanging up,
i heave myself out of bed, knowing i’m about to have to collect my best friend in his state.
i grab my keys and fix my hair before walking downstairs, creaking open the door.
the cold night hair hits me hard, i shiver as i jog up to my car, swinging open the car door.
i instantly speed off down the street.
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10 minutes later i arrive at his street, the pebbles crunch under my tires as i slowly drive to his house.
chris shoots up from his sat position on the side walk, giving me a huge grin.
i pull up beside him, reaching over and opening the door.
“hey baby.” he grins, flopping down in the passenger seat,
“chris.” i warn, reaching over and buckling him in.
“how much have you had to drink?” i ask, looking over at him.
he hesitates before shrugging, “shit- ‘prolly like 20 or something.”
i pause, “20 of what.”
he shrugs again, “couldn’t tell ya sweet cheeks.”
i throw my head back, with a small laugh.
“come- come sit on my lap” he grins, his eyes half shut, patting his lap.
“chris! i am not your girlfriend.” i remind him, his face drops
“you’re- you’re breaking up with me!?” he raises his voice
“we were never dating” i point out, his eyes water.
“are you seriously gonna cry?” i laugh,
he nods with a small pout, “my girl, my one and only is dumping me-“
i lean over the centre console and give him a hug,
i hold back laughs as i pull out my phone, putting it on 0.5x and holding it up.
“tell me what’s wrong chris.” i grin,
“you- you’re breaking up with me!” his words are slurred as he throws a mini tantrum.
“you’re my babe, my hot little babe.” he sighs,
“oh my god chris”. i laugh, putting my phone down and starting the car,
i roll down the windows for him as i attempt to explain that fact that i am NOT his girlfriend, and never had been.
he sits up on his knees and attempts to make a break for it out the window, he sticks his arms and head out the window.
i reach over and grab his shirt, pulling him back in before rolling up the window
“chris! no!”
he mumbles something vaguely before looking over at me,
“we hooking up tonight right?” he blurts out so causally.
“shit i bet you could give me the best-“ he starts but i clamp a hand over his mouth.
“chris.. anything you say tonight you will regret.” i warn him with a smile.
“but- but you’re so pretty!” he protests,
i pull into my driveway, hopping out the car before walking over to chris’s side.
i open the door and he jumps out, stumbling over onto the grass.
“oh no chris.” i sigh, grabbing his underarms and picking him up.
he wraps his legs around my lower back and burys his head into my shoulder.
i carry him up the driveway with small huffs,
i fiddle with my keys before unlocking the door, chris is practically a koala bear, clinging to me as i heave us upstairs.
i finally enter my room before dropping him on the bed.
i switch on the light and take a good look at him,
“like what you seee.” he grins with a stupid lip bite,
he looks white as a sheet, my eyes widen as i grab his hand.
i run him into the bathroom.
“i’m gonna throw up.” he mumbles,
“oh god oh god.” i whine, helping him into the shower.
i stand outside the shower as i frantically try to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of him.
i unbuckle his belt and tug it off, discarding it out the bathroom floor.
i unbutton his shorts for him, guiding them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers.
“look- you get your boxers off and just try not to throw up for another minute.”
he giggles as he tugs his boxers down, i slide the shower curtain across and take a deep breath as i sit on the toilet lid.
he reaches a hand out of the shower curtain, holding his boxers.
“just drop them i’m not touching that.” i groan,
he drops them in the pile of clothes before i hear a small-
“oh shit.”
i reach into the shower and turn it on cold, trying to drown out the sounds of chris..
i hear some deep breaths from behind the curtain,
“y/n!!!! i threw up!!!” he calls out,
“that’s okay! just get clean in the shower for me!” i tell him,
he sounds panicked, “hey, the alcohol is better out then in sweetie.” i tell him,
he laughs in response, “you’re righhhtt!”
i scoff, waiting for him to finish up,
my eyes widen as chris goes silent, “chris! you better not be peeing in my shower i swear to god-“ i start but he cuts me off with a loud giggle.
i throw my head into my hands,
“oopsie daisy’s.” he doesn’t stop laughing.
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after 45 minutes of chris yapping my ear off, i finally got him changed and in my bed.
“and then guess what he said, he said that he was gonna fight me if i didn’t give him my drink, like just admit you’re a alcoholic!” he rambles on about his night.
“lay down for me.” i tell him as he sits on my matress.
he flops down on my mattress, his head hitting the pillow.
i lean over the bed and tug up the covers over him.
i move his hair off his forehead with my hand then place a kiss to his forehead.
he yawns loudly before whining,
“where are you going!”
i scoff, “i’m gonna sleep on the couch chris.”
he huffs, “but we sleep together all the time!”
i roll my eyes, “that’s when there’s no risk of you throwing up on me”
he kicks his legs, “i promise i won’t!”
i hesitate before giving in, jumping into bed beside him.
he smiles stupidly before wrapping his arms around me, tugging me into his side.
i usually wouldn’t let him cuddling me slide, but i guess he’s not gonna remember it tomorrow.
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10:23am
i stir awake, chris’s arms still wrapped right around my waist.
he groans, waking up aswell.
“why am i cuddling you” he laughs tiredly,
“do you remember anything that happened last night?” i ask, sitting up in bed.
“not really.” he smiles, rubbing his eyes.
i reach over him and grab my phone, opening up the camera roll.
“you had a long love confession to me.” i giggle, his face drops.
“what?” he asks panicked, i give him my phone
he presses play, letting the video play outloud.
“you’re breaking up with me!? you’re my babe, my hot little babe”
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Yandere!Tentacle Monster x Fem!Lighthouse keeper! Reader
Damn that title long
Cws: Tentacles are referred to as more than one, reader is a bit of a perv for wanting to bang monsters, consensual somnophilia, excessive cum, cumflation, penetration, the monster is buff ngl 💦, this is supposed to be freaky/kinky :p also reader is morally grey
SFW
You've always loved solitude. Even when you were a young girl in foster care.
Fog, mist, rain, thunder, dark clouds, all of those added to the feeling of being enclosed where no one else was.
You don't like sunny days. Not in an emo way but in a need for a calm, and the blistering sun couldn't bring you that.
Fast forward 20 something years and you struggle to stay at a job because of people. Rude customers, loud kids, lazy coworkers. Hell you got fired from your local grocer because you threw a cabbage at some entitled asshole.
And by some luck, you weren't in cuffs yet. Fate? Prolly lol
You were reading the newspaper one day and saw an ad for a lighthouse keeper. It must have been urgent if it was in the paper 4 times.
The people you met for the job were shady as hell. But they offered to pay good for you to just take care of the lighthouse completely alone for 6 months.
They put you on a boat and shipped your ass out to an island hours away from the mainland.
It had the lighthouse (duh), a cabin for you, a very small forest, and beaches covered in driftwood and seaweed.
It was foggy, cold, and wet with no sun peeking through the clouds.
Perfect.
The people who hired you were eager to get off the island. So immediately after showing you the basics they ran off.
The cabin was old and rustic, with a few holes in the roof that were covered by aged duct tape.
There was an outdoor shower and the place used gas lamps for light.
But you enjoyed it. The solitude.
Now let's skip to two months later.
You got the hang of keeping the light on and keeping it fixed. The stairs definitely worked you out though.
You spent 80% of your time using the small workshop to repair the cabin. It eventually looked slightly livable.
Everything was completely normal
Until that day on the beach.
You were outside your cabin showering.
The outdoor shower didn't exactly have curtains so you were exposed to the beach it faced.
The hot water kept you comfortable in the cold weather and you were relaxed...until you heard a growl.
You assumed it was an animal and looked around when you saw something light purple disappear into the ocean waves.
Coral you thought just coral
You went on with your week like nothing happened but you always felt watched.
It wasn't until one night during a storm you felt it.
A storm had hit the island hard, it was freezing and your shitty blankets did little.
You barely managed to fall asleep when something warm engulfed you, arms and slimy embraces.
You screamed in shock and fear but your unwelcome bedmate held you harder and wouldn't let you move.
It was only after you calmed down that it relaxed.
Light purple skin was what you noticed when looking down. With scales in areas that were slightly darker.
The tentacles were wrapped around your legs tightly, writhing in certain areas.
You got a better look when your holder put you on your back and sat above you.
A humanoid creature with light purple skin and what seemed to be a jellyfish head sat on its actual head. It had no nose and completely white eyes, not to mention a gentle smile.
It cooed at you, dragging it's hands up your stomach and sliding up your bra.
Slimy and warm, that was it's skin.
You normally would have thrashed and kicked, but maybe it was the pheromones the creature left out, or how one tentacle pressed right against your cunt through your damp shorts.
But you moaned when it touched you. A soft, unashamed moan.
The tentacle at your shorts practically tore them off, panties included, and it slid up and down your slit and flicked against your clit.
You watch as it's hand fondled your tits and pinched your nipples, its eyes slightly lidded.
You let your body roam down it's chest and saw it didn't have a cock. It was kinda like a ken doll. But the tentacles must have the same effect as one when you saw white precum drip from the larger tentacles tip.
More tentacles held your arms and legs open while the tentacle squirmed into you, thick and struggling.
There wasn't a part of you it didn't fill. Your stomach bulged slightly as it didn't wait and immediately moved in you, wiggling before pulling out and slamming back in.
The cabin was full of lewd wet noises and your cries, along with the creature chirps and coos while it pet your head that night.
NSFW
There wasn't a second it didn't have a tentacle on or in you.
Despite its main body being in the water there was a tentacle wrapped around your legs that you never found the start of.
It had an iron grip and wouldn't come off unless the creature itself was nearby.
When the tentacle wasn't dormant it would rub against your clit through your pants or would be in you, gently drawing orgasms after orgasms until you begged it to let you breathe.
The creature was never gone for more than a few hours. And when it came back it came with gifts.
Shells, pearls, fish, jewelry it made or rusty jewelery it found on the bottom of the ocean.
You noticed it liked it when you wore the jewelry during sex, mainly due to how much rougher it was.
Then there was the slight fear of getting knocked up.
Every single time you had sex you would try and tell it to pull out but it would just smile and pet your head before cumming in you for the third time that hour. And you loved it.
Sometimes, when you were especially needy, you'd put on more of a show when showering.
Even touching yourself when you knew it was watching. The creature loved it.
You'd see it stand in the water and would beckon you closer, to which you happily obliged.
You'd meet in the water and it would kiss you roughly before lifting your legs around its waist and kept you above the water as it fucked its tentacles deep into you. The water mixing with the (possible) gallons of cum that spilled from you
One of your favorite things was waking up to its coos and growls.
You'd be held tight by its tentacles while it found shoved it's tounge in your cunt, hitting deep spots with its flexible prongs.
Other times it would wake up to you using one of its tentacles, whining when you couldn't get it to stay stiff by itself. It would act asleep and slowly stiffens the tentacle so you could have your fun.
What a perv you are
But then again the sun's gonna blow up one day so :p
It seemed to have infinite stamina and an infinite libido.
It could be the most inconvenient time ever and all you need to do is give it a look before your suspended in the air by your hands while it curls a smaller tentacle around your clit and fucks you with its thick one.
The creature was possessive before you knew it was there, especially when people dropped off your supplies.
But now that your it's? A whole new genre of possessive.
On time you had to keep a straight face while talking to someone cause the mini tentacle was rubbed right against your g-spot while somehow rubbing your clit under your skirt.
It even started biting you hard enough to leave marks.
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☕ PAC: some facts about your next partner
not my usual way of making a pac reading ‘cause this time i'm gonna use the bullet form ^_^
this is a collective reading ! take what resonates and leave what doesn't. i cannot guarantee 100% accuracy. take the pac reading lightly ჱ̒ ー̀֊ー́ )
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𐙚 came from a very rich family or has a wealthy background.
𐙚 they're not into "labels" or jump into a relationship quickly.
𐙚 may possibly have a small circle of friends in their life.
𐙚 an introvert or a quite type , your next partner prefers to be lowkey.
𐙚 has this magnetic charm that makes others feel drawn by them without even trying.
𐙚 mysterious to the point you won't figure them out right away.
𐙚 may prolly be into something artsy stuff.
𐙚 very independent and doesn't like clingy people around them.
𐙚 has a resting b*tch face or rbf look.
𐙚 has a lot of goals in their life they wish to achieved now.
𐙚 is very successful with their career , earns a lot of money from it.
𐙚 you're expected to meet them in some random , unplanned way. a possibility of a friend who will introduce you to this person.
𐙚 may have issues with their family but still has a lot of fond for them.
𐙚 super practical with their things and doesn't tend to overspend.
𐙚 this person is into slow burn romance when it comes to love.
𐙚 it takes time to get to know them 'cause they be hiding something.
𐙚 your next partner has trust issues due to their past.
𐙚 they've gone through a lot which has changed them drastically.
𐙚 knows how to bounce back from whatever the universe has thrown at them.
𐙚 they're worth the effort to go for them so..
𐙚 once they're starting to open up to you , they're all in for the ride.
𐙚 geez once you got into a rs with them , they're gonna be hella flirty.
𐙚 their love language is words of affirmation , a smooth talker.
𐙚 loves giving tons of compliments to make you feel confident about yourself.
𐙚 the type to surprise you with little things that you may not notice.
𐙚 an example is trying to match with your pfp whilst you're unaware.
𐙚 emotional af 'cause they feel things deeply. once they care , they're gonna care hard.
𐙚 is into aesthetics , trying to look good about themselves 24/7.
𐙚 may into decorating their room or space that suits their taste.
𐙚 possibly into spirituality or at least has a belief on something.
EXTRAS : water , fire , & earth energies , leo , aries , cancer , virgo , capricorn , sun , venus , mercury , saturn , very intuitive or psychic , has daddy vibes / dom , puts faith in the universe , sees things that others don't , knows how to balance their schedule , 4 , 6 , 3 , 2 , E , Z , Y , B , L , 10:10 , 3:33 , 666 , 555 , 4:44 , paris , dove , leaf , heart , anchor.
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𐙚 they're a bit guarded with their emotions at first.
𐙚 doesn't fall in love very easily , is lowkey bad at catching feelings.
𐙚 slow to open up at first but once they do they're gonna act deep.
𐙚 very active online , always stay on trends about what's going on.
𐙚 not into dating apps , you may meet them irl , or through social media. may also try to slide into your dms.
𐙚 may not be into oversharing but once they feel comfortable you'll be shocked about the things they gonna say.
𐙚 your next partner can be the type who asks a lot of questions.
𐙚 super curious to know things , can be a yapper at times.
𐙚 loves to engage in deep convos with others , they're very smart.
𐙚 their mind runs in motions ‘cause they be absorbing a lot of infos.
𐙚 knows how to create jokes or just them acting all witty.
𐙚 an info junkie , gives random facts , trivias , or conspiracy theories.
𐙚 the type who's a workaholic , they be grinding their ass off to work.
𐙚 may have multiple jobs : one main & other a side hustle / freelance.
𐙚 has a perfectionist streak , tends to double-check everything.
𐙚 always going through a glow-up process in their lives.
𐙚 your next partner can be a bit sentimental about their past.
𐙚 example is still keeping their fave hoodie back from high school.
𐙚 lowkey a romantic person but doesn't show it in obvious ways.
𐙚 a detail freak , they be noticing the tiniest things you wouldn't even think of.
𐙚 even though they're serious they still got their playful energy within them.
𐙚 not the most to be open but very loyal once they're in for a rs.
𐙚 has a good relationship with their mother.
𐙚 your next partner is wiser beyond their years.
𐙚 they do vibe checks on others due to how intuitive they are.
𐙚 can read the room and know what's going on.
𐙚 very talented in one area , whether it's art , music , etc.
𐙚 if someone did them dirty they gonna cut them off quickly.
𐙚 the type who is "forgive but never forget" kind of person.
𐙚 faced a lot of heavy situations yet they remained triumph over it.
EXTRAS : water , earth , & air energies , cancer , gemini , virgo , scorpio , moon , mercury , pluto , dealt with heartbreak before , likes to form connections , may take time to rest as a way to recharge their social battery , waiting for their efforts to come into fruition , 4 , 3 , 2 , H , O , J , C , M , 444 , 5:55 , 1:11 , 12:12 , 4:44 , 666 , clover , star , cupid's arrow , eyeglasses , unicorn.
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𐙚 your next partner is giving golden retriever vibes , likes to hug from behind.
𐙚 the kind of person who can light up the room by just being there.
𐙚 can turn any bad day around with their sense of humor.
𐙚 this person is very responsible with whatever they're doing.
𐙚 acts ambitious and is seen as a go-getter for some people.
𐙚 is patient with everything but may tend to miss out on things.
𐙚 the reason : they think that the world runs on their time.
𐙚 your next partner always think before they do something.
𐙚 you can always rely on them when you need help with tasks.
𐙚 this person acts or seen as the “mother” of a whole friend group.
𐙚 someone who's faithful but can be a lil bit sensitive at times.
𐙚 very creative with something that is seen as an inspiration for others.
𐙚 may have a hidden talent like painting , writing , music , etc.
𐙚 there are tons of people who look up to them as their role model.
𐙚 this person could possibly be a psychic or has a good intuition.
𐙚 a sharp thinker that enjoys engaging in deep conversations.
𐙚 smart and isn’t afraid to speak up their mind about a topic.
𐙚 they take no bs from others and remains true to themselves only.
𐙚 knows how to balance their time with work and relationships.
𐙚 your next partner values honesty in communication.
𐙚 always down for trying new things or having some fun with you.
𐙚 a good support buddy for their friends , has a "ride or die" energy.
𐙚 has a knack for seeing the bright side in every difficult situations.
𐙚 this person is into friendly debates that challenges the norms.
𐙚 they're all about that getting the "bag" and they're serious about it.
𐙚 somehow i kept on getting the lyrics "i need a big boy , give me a big boy" lmao.
𐙚 lowkey has simp vibes or a hopeless romantic but they don't show it right away.
𐙚 has a chill energy or simply the type who has that go-with-the-flow attitude.
𐙚 this person can act as your safe place when life gets messy for you.
𐙚 they don't stress themselves over the little things.
EXTRAS : fire , water , earth , air energies , leo , taurus , virgo , cancer , pisces , libra , gemini , sun , saturn , mercury , moon , neptune , venus , very truthful with their words , this person is physically strong , a lover boy / girl at heart , loves the whole ides of romance in general , has a strong spiritual ties with their ancestors , 1 , 2 , 8 , 7 , C , I , V , R , S , 12:12 , 3:33 , 999 , 666 , 777 , music note , monkey , made with love , rose , fairy.
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A/N: I think this is the first time I've ever been so emotional about something I've written 😭 this hit a little too close to home for me
Summary: You help Eddie wash his hair when he can't. | 0.9k words
TW: depression, best friend!reader
“Nooo,” Eddie whines, voice muffled by blankets. “Stop– Seriously!”
Your grip around his ankle only tightens from where you’ve fished it out of his cocoon. You tug, ripping his sock off in the process, until he’s halfway off the couch, clinging onto a cushion like his life depends on it.
“You’re so annoying,” he slumps into a sitting position on the floor, eyes peaking out of the fold in his comforter.
You crouch in front of your best friend. “Yes, but you love me.”
He leans away when you peel the corner of the blanket away. He’s pale, which is typical, but it’s summer and he looks borderline vampirish with how visible his veins are. A palm brushes his bangs back to meet the knot secured to his crown. He bends away from your touch a second time.
“Hair’s greasy,” he mumbles; a weak excuse, like you’d ever care about that.
“I can wash it for you,” you offer seriously.
His lips tilt into a sort of smile and his brows knit together, “What? Like in the sink?”
“If you want?”
He hums, “Prolly uncomfortable.”
“Okay, in the shower then.”
A real smile this time. “If you want to see me naked just say that.”
You punch his shoulder lightly. Normally you’d shove him hard without a second thought, and he’d probably push back equally, but it feels wrong to do so when you know he won’t put up a fight. “You can put swim trunks on.”
“I don’t feel like changing.”
“Okay, then in this.” You pinch the hem of his t-shirt sleeve.
“That’s a little weird.”
“Since when do you care about weird?”
He shrugs half-heartedly, “I guess. If you want.”
In the bathroom, you turn the shower knob, “Hot or cold?”
“Warm.” He’s slumped on the toilet lid in his pajamas, having ditched the duvet in the hall.
“Okay, here.” You whisk the curtain open fully.
He shoots you a look that says, ‘Am I really doing this?’ before stepping into the tub. His eyes widen when you climb in right after him.
“You’re crazy,” he grins and it makes your heart leap. You’ve missed the way his eyes crinkle at the edges and his lashes kiss the tips of his cheeks when he smiles.
“Not as crazy as you.” You hook a finger under his scrunchie, gently working it until his curls spill over his shoulders.
He sighs, eyes drawing shut when you tilt his head back. His clothes are already soaked through, clinging to his slender frame like a second skin. He blocks most of the stream but stray droplets catch your arms where they connect with his head.
“Have you eaten yet?” You ask, massaging shampoo through his hairline. “I could go for some takeout right about now.”
He blinks at you. “I know what you’re doing.”
You crane his head to the side to scrub his nape, “I’m not doing anything. I’m hungry.”
You’re not looking, but you practically feel him roll his eyes.
“So, pizza?”
He knows you only suggest it because it’s his comfort food, but he’s too tired to argue about getting something you both want. Eddie nods into your hand. You thumb his cheek, studying him self-indulgently while his eyes are sealed again.
You work conditioner through his dead ends, tenderly detangling, and sticking spirals of black hair on the shower wall as they are combed out.
Silent tears mingle with the water dripping off his chin. The tremble in his breath gives him away and you acknowledge it with a wordless hug. He reciprocates, squeezing you under the warmth of the showerhead. His nose digs into your collarbone and you trace the knobs on his spine.
This is not the first time you’ve seen him cry, or held him while he did, for that matter. You are well-versed in handling his depressive episodes. Knowing when to push and when not to pry. Knowing when to hold him and when to give him space. And most importantly knowing that most of the time he just needs someone there. Not to talk about it necessarily but to just be with him for a night so he can pretend not to feel like shit for a few hours.
You wrap him in a towel and scour his room for fresh pajamas. There was a time when he’d have been embarrassed to let you see his room in such a state, but you’ve drilled it into his head that you love all of him, even the messier parts.
You change out of damp clothes in his room while he does in the bathroom. A handful of his things are put away while you’re in there, but not enough for him to scold you for doing so.
He meets you back in the living room where he sinks back into his spot in front of the TV. You dial his favorite pizza place before joining him on the couch to brush and braid his hair. He thanks you, though you don’t need it.
With his legs thrown across your lap and half a greasy pie split between your bellies, the hum of a movie soothes you both to sleep. Outside, the world spins on, but for now, here with him, everything feels still.
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Okay, a little change of pace from how the stories have been going but what if Mouse got sick or something? And Ghost starts to worry when he hasn’t heard from her. Just feeling under the weather and would love to see some comfort. Maybe with soup 🍲
So this is a little more angsty than I thought it would be for some reason??? but there is still our good ole ghost comforting his sweet sickly little mouse 🩵
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It started off as a gentle cough, and then your head started to ache, and now your skin is crawling and you feel like you can hardly breathe.
You curl up in the fetal position in your house for the week - an old library with a comfortable couch hidden in the back between the knocked-over bookshelves.
It's getting worse.
You can feel the illness seeping into your bones, and all you want is the comfort of your mother's touch.
Unfortunately, that's not going to happen anytime soon.
Pushing yourself onto your knees, you rummage around through your little backpack, searching for rations, water, anything to fill your aching stomach.
A frustrated groan leaves your lips and you sink further into the couch.
You're trapped. Without food, you won't get better, but you don't have the strength to get up and find food.
A single tear slides down your cheek as you burrow into the couch, trying to fight off the shivers threatening to shake your teeth out of your head.
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"Hey, would'ya relax? M'sure she's fine. Prolly got tired'a seein' yer ugly mug s'all," Soap teases, nudging his Lieutenant's shoulder as they walk through the streets.
Ghost only shakes his head.
Something's not right.
He hasn't seen you in days, bordering on a week, and the little skulls have disappeared as well.
He'd be lying if he said the worry wasn't all but eating him alive.
He knows you're not dead, he can feel it in his bones, but that doesn't change the fact that you've seemingly dropped off the face of the planet without so much as a 'goodbye'.
He's pulled from his thoughts by the sound of weak coughing. Brows drawing together, he steps around Soap and follows the sound, weapon at the ready as he enters the small book shop.
Soap is a half-step behind him, always on his six and scanning the shop.
"Back there," he whispers, nodding to a small movement near the back of the library.
Ghost heads in the direction, pausing when there's another soft weak cough, but this one is followed by an even weaker moan of pain.
Putting his weapon down, Ghost approaches quickly, his heart in his throat when he finally lays his eyes on you.
"Mouse?"
You don't open your eyes, all you do is whine softly.
Soap continues through the library as Ghost rushes to your side, yanking his glove off with his teeth and pressing two fingers to your neck.
Your pulse is quick but strong, and that eases a good portion of his fear. What doesn't, however, is the sticky sweat clinging to your burning hot skin.
"Mouse, wake up. C'mon, look at me."
He shakes your shoulder gently, his frown deepening when you still don't wake up.
Setting his weapon down, he tugs you into his arms to sit you upright, carefully cradling your head the entire time.
"Come on, little one. Don't do this to me," he whispers, patting your cheeks gently.
Another whine falls from your lips and you roll your head to the side, away from him.
It's not much but it's better than nothing.
"Soap!" He barks, darting his eyes to his partner.
"Get me water."
He obeys, sliding a bottle of water over and watching as the skull-faced soldier yanks the cap off.
He tilts your head back and carefully drips some water onto your tongue, watching in satisfaction as you swallow eagerly
He continues this until you've had nearly half the water bottle, then sets it down and presses the back of his hand to your forehead.
Your eyes flutter open, vision blurry and distant for a good long moment.
When your gaze finally focuses, you feel your heart skip a beat.
"Ghost...?"
He nods, cupping your cheek gently.
"M'here, Mouse."
Your face screws up in pain and silent tears stream down your cheeks.
"Don't feel good," you whisper.
He nods, his eyes soft and almost sympathetic.
"I know, little one. It's okay, it'll all be okay."
You curl up into his side, a shaky breath leaving you as your bones and muscles ache.
"Hungry," you murmur, nuzzling your head into his neck subconsciously.
He's taken slightly aback by your bold display of affection, but he makes no move to pull you from him. Instead, he offers you what little comfort he can and slides an arm around your shoulders.
You hum happily, basking in the warmth that seems to follow him around like a shadow.
"I'll see if I can find any food. Somethin' tha'll go down easy," Soap volunteers quietly, waiting for Ghost's nod of approval before leaving the library.
"How long have you been sick?" He asks quietly after a moment, rubbing your arm gently.
You huff out a few laboured breaths - as if it's a strain to even do that.
"Days," you finally groan out.
He fights an internal battle.
Should he bring you back to base where they can properly nurse you back to health? Risk bringing an outsider in?
You've been there once before, but not for your own benefit. Not for something like this.
"Are you feeling any better?" He asks softly, smoothing your hair away from your clammy forehead.
You shake your head before allowing it to fall limply against his shoulder again.
He shifts the two of you slightly, pulling you so that your back is against his chest with your head resting comfortably against him. He tucks his chin on your head, arms wrapping tightly around your torso as you take quick shallow breaths.
"Soap's gonna get you some food. Everything will be okay," he whispers once more.
You hum your acknowledgement softly then immediately lean forward as a coughing fit rips through your body.
Ghost moves with you, one steady hand on your back as you start to heave over the side of the couch.
Luckily for you, with your stomach empty, there's nothing for you to throw up.
When your coughing and gagging subsides, Ghost pulls you into his arms again, shushing you quietly when you whimper into his hold.
"Ghost... go. Or you get sick."
He chuckles once softly and gives his head a shake, rubbing his thumb over your wrist gently.
"'M'not goin' anywhere, love."
His words bring you a far greater amount of comfort than you thought they would.
You snuggle against him comfortably, trying to match your breathing with the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.
You're not sure when you doze off, but the sound of metal on metal pulls you out of your light sleep.
A groggy wine leaves your lips and you stretch against his chest.
"She's like a kitten more than a mouse," Soap's voice says.
You blink your eyes open a few times, and the blurry eyes of your soldier look right down at you.
"There she is," he murmurs, stroking your warm skin gently.
"Soap brought you some soup, a real delicacy."
You slowly raise your eyes to the other soldier and the small can in his hand.
"S'not quite home-cooked but it'll hafta do for now," the Scot says apologetically.
He hands the can to Ghost, who repositions the two of you once more so that he can spoon-feed you the watery mush more comfortably.
You open your mouth each time he raises the spoon, your eyes half-closed as your weak body aches for more rest.
Eventually, after you've finished almost the whole can, you turn your head away and refuse any more.
"All finished?"
You nod, curling up into his chest once more.
He sets the can down with a heavy sigh and holds you in his arms, resting his chin on top of your head.
It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep cradled against the big man, something that catches Soap off guard.
"Wha're we gonna do with her?" He asks softly.
Ghost only sighs. He's been thinking about that since he found you curled up on the couch.
"Find more food and water for her, and leave your first aid kit. We can't stay here, but we can make her comfortable."
"Yes Sir."
Soap spends a good portion of the night finding more food and supplies, filling the library with as many cans of soup and his own rations as he can. Water bottles are stacked in neat piles, and his first aid kit sits beside them.
The windows have been barricaded and the doors blocked off as much as possible. It's not so much to keep you in, lord knows they have a higher chance of seeing a unicorn. It's to keep others out while you recover.
As the sun begins to rise, Ghost slips you off of his lap and lays you on the couch once more, stroking your hair gently and taking your hand when you reach out for him.
"'ve'gotta go, Mouse. But I'll come check on you, I promise."
You peel your tired, bloodshot eyes open and stare up at him.
"Ghost come back?" You croak.
He nods, cupping your cheek.
He can feel Soap's eyes on him, on the two of you, but he pays it no mind. Not right now.
"I'll come back, always f'you."
You nod your agreement then let your eyes fall closed once more.
Ghost gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, and then he's on his feet, marching past soap and maneuvering his way through the barricades and back onto the street.
Soap comes out a second later, falling into a natural step behind the Lieutenant.
He's abnormally quiet for a few moments, before finally speaking.
"What's goin' on there? With yer mouse?"
Ghost eyes him for a moment, then continues walking silently.
"S'obvious she means somethin' to ya. What's goin' on? You just havin' fun or is there somethin' else to it?"
"Johnny," he warns lowly.
This isn't a conversation he really wants to be having. Not now, not when he hasn't even allowed himself to have these thoughts alone.
"M'jus sayin', you oughta be careful. What do we really know about her?"
In an instant, the Sergeant is pinned against the wall, Ghost's angry eyes glaring up at him.
"What we know is that she's already saved your sorry arse for no personal gain. For no reason other than that she could, she wanted to. What we know is that she's given us crucial intel," He growls.
Soap raises his hands in surrender, but he doesn't back down.
"You don't find that a wee bit suspicious? People don't just help for no reason, Lt."
Maybe, at first it was for no reason, but now it's not that and everyone knows it. He just doesn't want to admit it.
"She can't want to? She can't see that maybe we're not the bad guys?"
Soap shrugs, still seemingly unfazed by the hostility directed towards him. It only proves his point.
"Even if she did, doesn' explain why you feel the need to play Doctor. You're not out doin' that for the rest'a our informants."
Ghost grinds his teeth together and takes a step back, releasing the Scot.
"All m'tryna say is that you've got shit to figure out. And you'd better do it fast. We're makin' good progress. You know it, I know it. It's only a matter of time, now."
He does know. It's been plaguing him for a while.
Every day brings them closer to success, to victory and to peace. Here, at least. And once they've reached it, they're outta here. They'll say a happy farewell to the bombs, guns, and the locals.
And to his little mouse.
He's not sure he'll be able to let you go.
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we pt4 ✧.* tlou
pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader
summary - you and ellie make a promise.
a/n - okay fr my hands hurt i need to take a break but this is the endd (prob) did this need to be stretched out, prolly not but..i did it, lil angst, fluffy tho, wasn't sure how to end it but hope u like it
part 1, part 2, part 3
“texas. that’s still a ways down, isn’t it?” you said, looking down at the annotated map. it was worn out, having been dropped a few times and even dropped in the water but the picture was still clear.
you looked over at ellie at her lack of response. her eyes were laser focused on the road ahead of you, only tearing her eyes away for a second once she heard you call her name. she raised her brows.
"you okay?" you knew the question was one that probably wouldn't be answered honestly, but it was worth asking anyway. she was still shaken up from what happened months ago. being back in the cabin, you barely encountered runners or clickers in the middle of nowhere. she'd started to wonder whether or not it was worth it to drag you from the home you'd already shared together.
"m'fine." ellie scratched her outstretched arm. she'd been driving for hours and you knew she'd barely slept.
"i'd believe that if you weren't zoning out every few seconds." you folded the paper up and tucked it into the console, angling your body to look at her. ellie glanced at you, sensing you were gonna say something. "lemme drive. i know how, a little bit."
"a little bit's not exactly reassuring, peach." she rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times. "just sit back."
"but, you're tired."
"wiiide awake." she stretched the words out like that would reassure you more. her eyes were in fact wide in atttempt to keep herself awake and not swerve off the makeshift dirt road.
"baby." her eyes seemed to soften at the pet name. she let her head hit the head rest, looking at you with a smile. she shook her head as she looked back at the road.
"not gonna let you do it." ellie sung.
"it'd be great! i'd drive, you could take a nap. how's that sound? a nap."
"are you talking to me like i'm a- i'm not a baby."
"but you're-"
"my baby." "my baby" ellie mocked you.
"you're so..i love you."
"i love you too, will you let me drive?"
"you're relentless," ellie eventually pulled over and gave you the reins for a few hours. she didn't go to sleep the first two, still unsure about your driving skills. not that she didn't trust you but learning to drive wasn't exactly a concern amongst people today, so she would get it if you couldn't. but when it was clear you would hold up pretty well, she couldn't resist sleep anymore.
ellie flinched at the sound of a rattling in the car. she looked around to see the car stopped and you in front of the car, checking out something under the hood, probably having no idea what to do. ellie took a moment to breathe, reminding herself that nothing was wrong this time. there hadn't been for months, you were fine.
when she got out of the car, she wore a tired smirk. "you broke it."
"no i didn't." you looked stressed, leaning your hands against the hood as you looked into the mechanics of a vehicle you'd only found days ago. you couldn't even tell what model, these things were practically useless without gas. you bit your lip as you tried for the problem, having no idea how attractive ellie found you like this. "i swear."
"it's alright." ellie wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and kisses your temple and your cheek. "would've ran out of gas anyway. we got it on foot." she rounded the car to grab her backpack and wrap it around her back. she came behind you and moved your arms to put yours on. "unless you wanna rest a while?"
"no, no i took enough naps." you adjusted the straps of your backpack before lacing your fingers with ellie's. "let's go."
you had become grateful of the extra rest being in a car had given you. unfortunately it made it easier to become winded when you'd become used to sitting on your ass.
on the bright side, you were almost to texas. the only scary thing was the uncertainty of being somewhere this new without knowing if you'd find a place like the cabin. and you knew if were anxious, ellie felt worse. "you okay?"
"you keep asking that." ellie as she tried not to look at you, which she loved doing, only not when you were so adamant on getting an answer. she didn't want to tell you she was still scared over what happened months ago. she'd been through worse, but it felt like none of it would compare to losing you. if she lost you, she was done.
"you usually give me some smartass answer. like that one." you jogged down the hill to catch up to her. "like before." you looked at her from the ground.
ellie’s eyes flicked over to you. her eyebrows furrowed as she caught what you meant. this wasn’t before. not when you and her were essentially roommates and she tried to pretend as if she was falling in love with you. no, you were together now. she was trying.
she was pulled out of her thoughts by you tumbling down the grassy hill. “oh my-“ she tried to run down to get catch you but ended up slipping herself.
ellie was in shock as she landed at the end of the hill onto finally flat ground. she was just recovering from the fall, dusting herself off when she heard you laughing. “what?” she asked, completely thrown off guard between what she was already feeling plus the added embarrassment from falling on her ass.
she stared at your carefree expression, allowing herself to let out a laugh of her own. she didn’t exactly find the situation funny, it would be had she not had so much on her mind, but she laughed anyway. she couldn’t help but laugh. after a while, it died down into quietness as you laid in the grass.
ellie looked at your relaxed expression and she was reminded of her fear. “you can’t leave me.” she said quietly. “you can’t leave me o-or do anything stupid to get yourself killed, okay?” she turned to look at you, her eyes pleading.
“ellie.” you scooted closer to her, mirroring her. “i’d never.”
“you swear?” her voice shook with emotions she wanted to push back down. "cause you've scared the fuck out of me before. i hate feeling like that."
“i swear on everything i love.” you pushed her hair behind her ear, your hand cupping her cheek. your eyes were filled with love as you swiped your thumb over her cheekbone. “that includes you y’know.”
“i-i got that.” she chuckled, blinking away tears. she wasn’t a crier but of you made her one to wear her emotions when she hated to.
“you have to swear to me too. no more martyr bullshit. i don’t need you to save me, i need you to be with me.” your words were a harsh reminder that she’d been thinking of what she’d be like if she lost you but not you if you lost her. “swear?”
“i swear.” she leaned up to kiss your nose. “on everything i love, i swear.” she said before laying a soft kiss to your lips, course it didn’t stay that way with both of your emotions on high. ellie pulled away with the need for air. she looked at you with all the affection in your eyes and swollen lips. “let’s get to texas, peach.”
thank you for reading!
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Meowdy Saint! ^^ lolol hello hello o/ hope you are doing good!!
So this masterpiece of a game has been invading my mind with ZERO chill lately which directly translated to me coming up with a TON of questions orz I really didn't realize how many I ended up compiling lol
If you don't feel like answering this many please feel absolutely free to ignore this ask or only answer the ones you like the most, the last thing I want is for you to feel overwhelmed! ^^
ALRIGHT LET'S-A GO
-do Rendacted's memories remain intact when he resets the day or do his wipe too with everyone else's? Also is there an in-universe answer for why he has these glitchy powers or is he just Built Different™?
-if angel made it VERY clear that they would be mad asf and prolly even start hating and leave Ren/[REDACTED] if he were to hurt their friends(or killing people bc this man needs to chill fr), would he listen to them? Bc I know that if he touches Violet, Elanor, Kiara or god forbid Moth I'm personally deleting his kneecaps 🥰
-since it seems to me that Ren/[REDACTED] is only kinda meh at cooking I was wondering if he actually made the not burnt pancakes in day 3 or if he had some store bought ones that he passed off as his own lol
-does he know how to give massages? :00
-during day 1, how did Ren come up with a book on the local flora?? It seems like such a random topic to pick when put on the spot without already having a genuine interest in it lmao
-if I understood correctly Maple should be Jae's dog right?? Did you have a specific breed or age in mind when creating her? I got curious because in my head she automatically popped up as a young australian shepherd to match with Jae's hyperactive dumbass energy lol❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀
-staying on the dog topic lol, in day 1 when angel gets up from the couch to get Ren the inflatable mattress(iirc) and he follows right behind them i immediately thought he acted like a puppy lmao. So would he mind being called 'puppy' as a pet name?
(I am not sure if this⬇️ questions falls under character deaths, if it does I really apologize and absolutely feel free to ignore it ^^)
-from an ask from last year it seems [REDACTED] would ultimately kill angel if there was ultimately not way to enter in their life?? Gotta say I was very taken aback by this, would this still be the case after a year of building more to his character? (Ok I went back to check the ask again but I can't for the life of me find it anymore maybe I dreamt it up idk😭😭 im really sorry if that is the case jdkslajdl)
-uuhh I know there is already a lot in this ask(im seriously sorry orz), but I was wondering if we will eventually get an SFW alphabet for Ren/[REDACTED] for the folks who don't care about the nasty 👉👈
-THIS IS THE LAST THING I PROMISE 👹 will there be a guide to get all the endings? I'm not sure if there is one already and in that case I missed it 100%
Also I find it ironic how the fandom is trying to find out every single aspect of Ren/[REDACTED]'s character the same way he must do with angel lmao
ALRIGHT THATS ALL IM SO SORRY FOR ASKING SO MUCH THE REN BRAINROT HOURS ARE SO REAL IM LOSING BRAINCELLS orz Remember to take care of yourself drink water and take breaks!! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
(Also sorry if some phrases don't make sense, english isn't my first language as I am 🤌 lolol)
✦゜ANSWERED: Under da cut because this got long >:3
-do Rendacted's memories remain intact when he resets the day or do his wipe too with everyone else's? Also is there an in-universe answer for why he has these glitchy powers or is he just Built Different™? Ren's memories remain intact!! I mean... He remembers each time you get a bad end and sometimes says something different... >:3 There is also an in-universe reason as to why he has his abilities — I won't spoil anything, but his real name (along with River's and one other character) have a reeeeally big tell. But what this tell is is for me to know and you to find out >:3
-if angel made it VERY clear that they would be mad asf and prolly even start hating and leave Ren/[REDACTED] if he were to hurt their friends(or killing people bc this man needs to chill fr), would he listen to them? Bc I know that if he touches Violet, Elanor, Kiara or god forbid Moth I'm personally deleting his kneecaps 🥰 Ren (and by extension [REDACTED]) knows not to harm anyone if he knows you won't like it — and even then — he won't actively show that murderous side of him in the first place. To Angel, Ren is just a timid, normal guy.
-since it seems to me that Ren/[REDACTED] is only kinda meh at cooking I was wondering if he actually made the not burnt pancakes in day 3 or if he had some store bought ones that he passed off as his own lol Ren is actually good at cooking, he's just a bit out of touch since he doesn't normally cook for himself! It's normally microwave meals or takeout for him... ^^; And yes, Ren did burn and burn the pancakes in Day 3 — he was distracted by something on his phone :3
Bonus cut Day 3 content: I took out the scene where Ren started to profusely apologise for burning the pancake because he often had to cook when he was younger. Given the dynamic of his family and the environment he grew up in, Ren didn't have much room to make mistakes ;n; I cut this scene out because I felt bad ksgskd So y'all get to have flustered, happy Ren instead!!
-does he know how to give massages? :00 If that was one of Angel's interests or desires, then sure!! ^^
-during day 1, how did Ren come up with a book on the local flora?? It seems like such a random topic to pick when put on the spot without already having a genuine interest in it lmao Someone else likes flora too, and it sure would be funny if Ren (eventually) starts to mimic certain traits and interests of the person you have the highest affinity/relationship points with in order to make himself look more appealing… >:3c
-if I understood correctly Maple should be Jae's dog right?? Did you have a specific breed or age in mind when creating her? I got curious because in my head she automatically popped up as a young australian shepherd to match with Jae's hyperactive dumbass energy lol❀⸜(˶´ ˘ `˶)⸝❀ It was mentioned in Jae's lore post (I'll link it here once I find it), but Maple is a Labrador! (Leon would be Jae's Australian Shepherd hehe) In my mind, Maple is only 2 or 3 years old, but that wouldn't really fit the official timeframe... ^^; Jae adopted Maple during high school so he wouldn't feel lonely at home, and it's been over 6+ years since then.... hgdshjg
-staying on the dog topic lol, in day 1 when angel gets up from the couch to get Ren the inflatable mattress(iirc) and he follows right behind them i immediately thought he acted like a puppy lmao. So would he mind being called 'puppy' as a pet name? Angel affectionately calls Ren a puppy during the scene in Day 1 where they meet up after work, so that nickname definitely could work!
-from an ask from last year it seems [REDACTED] would ultimately kill angel if there was ultimately not way to enter in their life?? Gotta say I was very taken aback by this, would this still be the case after a year of building more to his character? (Ok I went back to check the ask again but I can't for the life of me find it anymore maybe I dreamt it up idk😭😭 im really sorry if that is the case jdkslajdl) aaa I think you might be mistaking that ask for something else? ;v; [REDACTED] would NEVER harm Angel in any capacity, and they're a very patient person. Even if it took decades for Angel to fall in love with him, they'll wait.
-uuhh I know there is already a lot in this ask(im seriously sorry orz), but I was wondering if we will eventually get an SFW alphabet for Ren/[REDACTED] for the folks who don't care about the nasty 👉👈 You're fine!! And I'm open to doing that! I'll add it to my list hehe
-THIS IS THE LAST THING I PROMISE 👹 will there be a guide to get all the endings? I'm not sure if there is one already and in that case I missed it 100% I've shared a spreadsheet that lists all the available choices, the points you earn from each of them, and the endings you can get — however it's only available on Discord and I don't really want to share it outside of the server and potentially put it in the hands of minors. Sorry!!
Also I find it ironic how the fandom is trying to find out every single aspect of Ren/[REDACTED]'s character the same way he must do with angel lmao Hehe >:3 There's a loooot of lore that won't ever be mentioned in the game (since it doesn't seem fitting/I don't see a reason to), so I'm happy to provide it here!
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bee 5
desc: modern azriel AU bestfriends>lovers (fem reader)
warnings: smut with eris oops, alcohol/drug addiction/abuse (pills, cocaine), angst, vomiting, bit of adolescent fluff, (im literally so tired I prolly forgot warnings)
other parts can be found on my azriel masterlist
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I groaned loudly as I rolled over in bed, my eyes feeling near crusted shut. My head pounded from the previous nights activities and there was a knot of dread forming in my stomach thinking about what had happened with Azriel lastnight. Kat had been so wrong, it was a fucking disaster.
"I'm coming!" I call out, the knock at the door had woken me. What time even was it? I opened my mouth in surprise when I was greeted by a delivery man, he was holding a massive bouquet of red and white roses wrapped in paper. "Um, I think you have the wrong spot..." I trailed off, awkwardly scratching my arm as I looked blankly at the flowers.
"No," he double checked the address just in case. "Nope, this is the address... There's no name.. But it's definitely this address," he extends the bouquet out, waiting for me to take the flowers.
"Um, thanks," I said quietly, my eyebrows drawing slightly together as I hesitantly took the bouquet. He only nods and turns back around down the hall, I closed the front door and shook my head, padding back into the kitchen. I stuck my nose into the flowers inhaling the sweet scent deeply, my phone chimed on the counter and I set the flowers down, picking it up, I squinted at the unknown number on the screen.
i figured flowers for your name sweetheart?
who is this?
incredibly charming red head from the club last night, best dressed, devilishly handsome... ring any bells?
how the hell did you get my phone number and my address?
i have my ways
you're not making me feel any better
i'm a powerful man princess, i take it the flowers weren't enough for your name?
I shook my head in disbelief staring down at my phone, who did this man think he was anyway? I bit my lip, retrieving a vase from the cabinet and putting the flowers in some water, I left the wrapping on the counter and padded over to Azriels door. I knocked twice, no answer. I looked down and checked my phone again to check his location and my gut wrenched at the address, his little round picture sitting there on the map of an address I knew well from having to retrieve him at odd hours of the night many times. Cecilles house?
Cecille was forty something, married, looked like a retired model... And had been the bane of my existence for eight months when her and Azriel were fucking last year. Azriel had eventually got bored with her, had talked a ton of shit about her after the fact. He had said that she was psycho, her husband was psycho, he had said that she was obsessed with him after the first time they fucked, and now there he was. Back at her house. And he had spent the night? That's what kissing me had done to him? Sent him back there, I groaned in frustration, my cheeks hot with anger and embarrassment. I felt so dumb for actually believing I would ever have a chance with him. I should have never kissed him.
I chewed on the inside of my lip, my finger hovering over the other conversation. Who gives a fuck what Az thinks anyway? He doesn't want me, clearly doesn't want me if hes with her after we kissed. After he fucking got me off in the back alleyway of Galaxy fucking night club. I made myself a nice coffee while I tried to think of something witty to say, he was so damn smooth and way fucking out of my league. I felt like an idiot.
its y/n. and if youre expecting me to send you flowers in exchange for your name now its not happening.
I smirked to myself as I sent the message I would play his little game with him. Why not? What did I have to lose? My feelings were obviously out in the open now, Azriel should know how I felt about him, I mean I had kissed him. Only a moment later he read it and began typing. I knew his name, Azriel had told me angrily last night that it was Eris, his cocaine dealer. It explained the fancy clothes and all of the jewelry, I thought he must be pretty high up though, with the way he presented himself. He looked like a damn king pin. Probably dangerous, but I didnt care. Not now.
i don't need flowers y/n, how about a date tonight instead? picture it. just you, me, and my massive cock floating on my yacht, dancing under the stars in the harbor.
I almost spit out my coffee at that one, my heart started pounding in my chest at the image that flashed in my mind of him fucking me on a yacht.
you have a yacht? and i can't haha i have work. plus i don't even know you, ill end up on the bottom of the ocean.
never that, but you might feel like it when im done with you. and i sure do princess, ill pay you double of whatever youd make tonight if you call out and come with me.
Again, who the fuck did this guy think he was? Pay me to go on a date with him?! How was I even supposed to respond to that.
im not a sugar baby
i didnt say you were.
you implied it.
i didnt, where do you work sweetie?
maybe you should find out the same way you got my phone number and my address. surprised you didnt know my name too.
i knew your name, i wanted to make you tell me. so what do you say, call out of work for me?
Arrogant insufferable sexy bastard.
sorry, you and your cock will have to duet under the stars tonight.
-
Azriel was currently nodding off in Cecilles apartment feeling like he had hit complete rock bottom. It didnt matter how numb his mind was, didnt matter how high he was, how fucked up he was, he knew this wasnt right.
She was dancing, still in the same silk robe she had worn yesterday, a martini in her hand. "Dance with me Azzy," she twirls, looking down at him, he just shook his head, trying to remember how to form words. So fucked up.
"Im good," he stood up, somehow making his way to the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him. He nearly fell onto the counter but he caught himself and hunched over, pressing his forehead to the cool marble of the counter. He wished Bee was there, he needed the comfort of her taking care of him like she had done so many times over the years when he pushed his body too far. He felt bile rise to his throat and he soon emptied the contents of his stomach into her pristine sink, he groaned at the sight, feeling like he'd throw up again at the smell alone.
Azriel stumbled back, his head spinning and he gripped the counter, his vision fuzzy. He was panicking a little bit, sweating, his heart pounding. His eyes focused in and out as he tried to look at himself in the mirror, pale, sweaty, cold, hot, everything at the same time. He splashed cold water on his face and rinsed his mouth under the faucet. Cecille had been feeding him Xanax since he had got there and mixed with coke and a 3 day drinking bender... Mixed with her fucking vibe and her house with pictures of her ugly ass husband plastered everywhere and her annoying fucking Chihuahua barking every five minutes.... He had to get the fuck out of here. He pulled out his phone, the screen nearly doubling in his hand.
Cassian, he would call Cass. Rhys wouldn't approve of his state right now, he might even pull him off the event which was only days away now. The three of them had been friends since their adolescent years, Rhys had naturally always been the leader, considering he came from money. Rhys was nineteen when he bought the shop and opened it. He was obviously the boss, a natural leader, Cass the loud, hilarious, boisterous one who was their piercer and certified gym bro, and Az, himself, the quiet, mysterious, artistic one with enough trauma for all three of them, and the shops star artist.
He pressed his phone to the side of his face, the ringing echoed in his head before Cassian answered. "Az, what? Im kinda busy over here," he asked, and by his tone, Azriel could tell he was with a woman.
"I need you to come get me at Cecilles," is all that Azriel managed to get out.
"What? Now? Are you good? You don't sound-"
"Now Cass."
"Alright, hang tight," was the only thing Cass said before the phone went silent again and Azriel shoved it in his pocket before he stumbled out the door. He needed food, and a shower, he smelled like death. He heard Cecille ask where he was going but he ignored her and left her in her house, knowing that she wouldn't follow him out when she was practically naked. He walked the best that he could, but he was visibly fucked up and ended up on a bench near the end of her street. He thought a zyn or a cigarette would help him but he didnt have either, he knew Cass at least would have weed.
Cassians SUV finally bellowed down the street, coming to a screeching halt when he stopped in front of Azriel. "You look like a homeless crack head Az, what the fuck," Cass rolled his window down to say, Azriel grimaced, making his way into the passenger seat of Cassians truck. He knew he looked bad, and he knew Cass said it from a place of love, but it didnt mean that it didnt sting a little.
They drove toward the diner for long silent minutes, Cass had insisted the first thing he needed to do was eat before anything else. He wanted to see Bee though, he had to apologize for the way he treated her. For putting his hands on her.
"I think Im at rock bottom Cass," Azriel muttered when Cassian finally pulled into a parking spot. Cass turned, raising his eyebrows inquisitively. "I fucking choked out Bee last night for talking to my coke dealer in the club, Its 4pm and Im still drunk, and Ive been drunk three, maybe four days straight, just did coke out of a 45 year old woman's asshole and then threw up her sink, and to top all that off she's been feeding me xans since I got there last night," when he heard it all out loud, Azriel had to admit it sounded horrible.
"Damn Az," it wasnt often that Cassian was lost for words, but he didnt know what to say, that or he was afraid to say it.
"I know," he responds, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I gotta eat I need to sober up, I need to apologize," he didnt say to who, but he knew Cass would know who he was talking about.
"You gotta cut back, slowly. I can't have you turning into a shut in again and getting all paranoid and shit and its starting to look like its heading in that direction," Cass was rambling now, Azriels head was spinning as he tried to grasp each word, he pressed his palms into his eyes. "I know- I know you don't like... Facilities... But maybe you need to try outpatient, Az this shits starting to get concerning and I can't watch this shit anymore bro its like.. Bees been in love with you for years right there watching you fuck off and the second you realize you love her back it's like your world is crumbling Az youre fucking spiraling man Im worried, I don't want you to fucking kill yourself fucking around with all this shit. You're stronger than this, fuck just tell her how you feel, stop fucking around and just be better Az, I know you, I know this isn't you," Cass wasnt holding back anymore, Azriel had lifted his head, staring near blankly at him. "Don't look at me like that, I pay attention, doesn't take an idiot to see what's going on, plus Kats big ass mouth helped put the pieces together."
"I could be the best version of myself and I still wouldn't deserve her," he said, and he knew to Cassian that it would sound like an excuse, but it was the only thing that made sense to say.
"Not true Azriel, just do better," he knew for Cassian, it probably was just that simple. "You got a lot positive going for you. Stop letting all this bs drag you down. Cut back Az, seriously. You need to pull your head out of your ass and get your shit together for this event coming up. It's a big deal for the shop and if Rhys saw you like this he'd pull you off of it completely and probably give it to Riley because hes the only one who's remotely close to as good as you." Cass paused for a minute, sighing softly because he knew how much that probably hurt Azriel, but he too knew it was true, nothing about the way he had been behaving was okay. The hole he was digging himself into. And though Rhys dabbled from time to time in their heavier partying years, he never approved of the extent of Azriels habit of coping with substances. "We're gonna go in here, eat, and then I'll take you home to shower."
"Thanks Cass." Azriel said as he tried to swallow down the bile that was rising in his throat. Cutting back was easier said than done.
Rock, fucking, bottom.
-
It had only been a few hours into my shift when Eris strode in, my eyes narrowed, my mouth popping open slightly in surprise. Though, I shouldn't have been surprised, he had figured out my address after all, and my phone number. His eyes were fixed on me, and he was smiling, heading straight for the bar.
"Hello beautiful," he flashes me an almost too white grin as he takes a seat on one of the barstools.
"This is starting to get creepy," I raised an eyebrow trying to keep my tone even, I didnt exactly want him to know his very presence sent my stomach flipping. I slid some menus, our eyes locking, he only chuckled quietly, placing his hand on the menus to stop them from sliding off of the bar.
"You should be flattered, I don't go to all this trouble normally, you're special though. I can tell," his lips twitched and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was almost sure he had used this line many times.
"Yeah yeah, are you going to order something?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He was gorgeous... Too arrogant, too rich, out of my league completely. I wouldn't know the first thing to do with a man like this.
"Just an old fashioned with the most expensive bourbon you have," he flashed his smile again, I wanted to roll my eyes but I was almost stunned by my attraction to him.
"No food?" I ask, but I realize by the expression that flashes across his face that it was a stupid question. Of course he wouldn't eat somewhere like Murphys. He probably dined at Michelin star restaurants, we barely had three stars on google.
"I like to dine in... Different types of places, this is a bit... Casual for me," he struggled for the right words, probably trying not to offend me. Little did he know I couldn't care less, I knew it wasnt exactly the nicest place it was a dingy bar overrun with college students and old people. He looked straight out of a Tom Ford ad, of course he wouldn't eat here.
"Im sure," I said and went to grab the step stool so I could reach the top shelf. I made his drink and tried my best not to shake, I could feel his eyes burning into me. "That must be nice," I added an orange twist to finish the drink.
"I suppose a drink will suffice for my name, if its good, and you're off to a good start with just the twist, I can't stand cherries," he added the last part on as an after thought and took a sip, I waited expectantly. "I see they have you back there for a reason," he smirked, I only snorted, giving in to the desire to roll my eyes. "Eris," he finally tells me his name, even though I already knew, I smiled triumphantly.
"Eris," I repeated and I noticed a fire light in his eyes at the sound of his name leaving my lips. "That's cute," I added and it was his turn to snort.
"Cute?" He asked, blinking at me a few times and I just smirked back at him. "I assure you princess, I'm far from cute," his voice dropped just the slightest, making my stomach churn deliciously. "Not too busy. Are you sure you don't want to come out for a late night boat ride with me?"
I bit my lip, considering, could it hurt anything? A relaxing night on the water, handsome sexy man, maybe I'd even get laid.
"I'll see what I can do," I finally decided, and his eyes lit up, looking over me hungrily, I blushed underneath his intense gaze.
"You won't regret it, beautiful," he licked his lip, slowly dragging his finger around the top of his glass, my stomach flipped, my cheeks turning bright red.
"Yeah, we'll see about that."
-
"Who are the flowers from?" Cassian had been dying to ask the question ever since they had arrived at Azriels apartment. He had noticed Azriels reaction when he first saw them and Cass' response was to remove the vase from sight all together and put them away in Bees room before Azriel sent the vase smashing to the wall. Since then, Azriel had showered and calmed down and they were watching Dude, Where's my Car? and were about 4 spliffs deep, Cass' question left him tense all over again.
"How the fuck am I supposed to know who they are from? Do I look like I receive flowers?" Azriel snapped, his tone biting as he turned to glare at Cassian.
"Hey man, Im sorry. I was just curious," Cass threw his hands up in defense, his eyes drifting back to the tv screen. Az shouldn't have been angry at him for asking, but his phone was only burning more of a hole in his pocket now, he had been desperately fighting the urge to check Bees location when he got home and saw the flowers on the counter. He had also desperately fought the urge to inspect them to try and figure out who they were from, though the expensive looking extra bouquet made him wonder if she had given Eris her number in the bar. He cursed himself for not interrupting them sooner.
"It's cool, just on edge," Azriel responded after a long few moments of silence. Bee was at work, she was definitely at work so it couldnt hurt just to check. He slid his phone from his pocket tapping on her name and then more and then... His gut wrenched, his grip on his phone tightening as he stared. Not at work, in the fucking harbor? "She's fucking Eris," Az growled, the words had just slipped out of Azriels mouth, he couldn't help himself. He had met Eris there for fucking blow so many times, fucking entertained his tool ass while he showed off his fucking big ass boat, Azriel had stepped foot on that boat. And now Bee was on that boat probably fucking him.
"Like Irish mob boss looking coke dealer Eris?" Cass' head snapped toward him, his nose crinkling slightly. "That doesn't really seem like Bees' type."
"Do you know any other Eris, you idiot?" Azriel was on his feet now, pacing, trying to come up with any sort of plan in his head that could remedy the absolute disaster that was currently happening. "I have to fucking go over there Cass- I could fucking kill that motherfucker. What is she thinking?" he was rambling, still pacing back and forth across the living room.
"Calm down Az," Cass started, sitting up a little straighter. "You can't go there. She's grown Azriel, she can make her own decisions. You really fucked up this time. You need to take this as a sign to get your head out of your fucking ass and maybe tell her how you feel instead of trying to dull it out with drugs." Cassians tone had had gotten sharper, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his friend. "I think you should get some sleep," he knew his friend needed it, and he did too. "I'll stay on the couch tonight, make sure you don't do anything stupid."
Azriel was seething, but after a long moment of consideration and his body screaming at him for sleep after not having any real rest in days, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he retreated to his room.
-
"So please tell me what the deal is with you and why youre wasting your time with a man like Azriel, you deserve the world on a string, and he can't even get clean for you?" Eris had been dancing around the subject of whether or not I was single all night, I knew he was only wondering about the way that Azriel had dragged me out of Galaxy.
We had in fact danced under the moonlight. I had to admit, his boat was pretty special. I was sipping on a glass of champagne that was from a bottle I had never seen before, and probably cost more than all of my bills for the month put together. Eris had put me in some fancy dress as soon as we arrived, which he assured me belonged only to him and that it was mine now if I wanted to keep it. I had just tried to ignore the fact that he probably kept a whole closet of these things for nights just like this one.
"Hes not my boyfriend," I said, feeling tense now, I had been enjoying the rest of our evening so much until he had to bring Azriel into it. Eris was standing on the deck, his shirt open, pale abdominal muscles gleaming in the moon light, his hair ruffled with the sea breeze and he tipped his head back to sip his champagne his eyes landing back on me. I squirmed underneath his gaze, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow up, taking a few more steps toward me and he leaned on the railing. He looked like he was straight out of a steamy romance movie, I contemplated my choices and wondered who the hell I thought I was coming out here.
"Hes been my best friend since I was nine years old," I explained, rubbing my thumb against the champagne flute, my cheeks reddening under Eris' intense curious gaze.
"Oh," he repeated, but this time less inquisitive and more understanding, maybe even disappointed. "I see," he says carefully and takes a few more steps before he joins me, taking a seat so close that his cologne filled my nostrils, tickling my nose and making me shiver slightly. He smirked, sliding his arm around the back of the couch, my heart pounded in my chest. "Ive heard that one before," he says, almost his tone almost sounding bored. "Obviously in love, both too cowardly to take the leap, left with absolutely nothing. Tragic," He leaned back a bit, I could feel the heat of his arm on the back of the sofa, my blood heated, my mouth popping open in surprise.
"It's not even like that you don't-" I don't even get to finish before he was cutting me off again, I had noticed he liked to do that a lot. His presence commanded attention.
"I can show you, princess," he leaned closer, his nose almost touching mine, my breath caught, my mouth going dry. "That there is other things, much more exciting things," his eyes were dark, swimming with lust as he stared into mine. "Would you like that?" he asked, his voice sounding gravelly and he tilted my chin up, our eyes boring into each others. Is he seducing me?
"I-" I started but he shook his head, pressing his thumb on my lips to stop me from speaking. Is it working? My throbbing pussy said yes. And Az... Doesn't want me. Him going back to Cecille after knowing how I feel about him... It said enough.
"Im not afraid to say what I want," Eris' eyes drifted down for a brief second before landing back on mine, despite the chill in the night air being on the ocean, my entire body felt like it was on fire. "And I want to fuck you under the stars right here, right now, like you deserve," he licked his lips, drawing his head back again to get a good look at me.
"Okay," I croaked out, almost pathetically, he chuckled, grinning triumphantly before he crashed his lips to mine. I gasped softly at the feeling, but wasted no time kissing him back, he was hungry, needy in a way different than Azriel. There was no spark, no soul crushing connection like my kiss with Azriel... But it was fucking hot. Eris was fucking hot, and I needed him to fuck me.
"That's it," he whispers against my now open mouth before he slid his tongue past my lips. He pulled up the silky fabric of the short dress and yanked me on top of him so that I was straddling his lap, his fingers dug into my thighs. I moaned softly at the feeling of his hard cock between us, feeling absolutely desperate for him. My fingers slid over his stomach, feeling the taut muscles and I undid his expensive looking belt, and freed him from his pants, gasping as his hard pink cock slapped his stomach. I watched him roll a condom onto himself with wide eyes, my mouth watering at the sight.
Eris slammed our lips together again, and lifted my hips up his fingers digging into my skin, I knew it would leave bruises. He growled at me to put it in, which I hastily obliged moving my panties to the side for him and guiding his cock to my slick opening.
I cried out when he pulled me back down, sinking deliciously onto his cock. I tossed my head back as he fucked up into me, his fingers still squeezing my hips to guide me to bounce up and down on his cock. "That's it princess," he grunted, his cock slamming into me deeply with each bounce. In a second he had flipped me over to hang over the edge of the couch, cursing under his breath at the sight of my ass bared to him. He was slamming into me again within seconds, his thrusts becoming more sloppy as he got closer and closer. I whimpered, arching my back for him, gripping onto the side of the couch desperately as he fucked me. I moaned softly, my pussy throbbing with each delicious thrust. I huffed softly when he finished, collapsing next to me on the couch after he pulled me up. I couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he was done.
"Thanks for tonight," I finally breathed after a long few moments of silence, playing with the hem of my dress I lifted my eyes to look at him.
"Anytime, truly princess," he smirked before discarding the condom. I had half expected a man of his caliber to notice that I didnt cum. They never did. I sighed softly, ruffling my fingers through my hair.
"I really should be getting home, I have exams to study for in the morning," I swallowed, checking the time on my phone, my face paled as I noticed four new messages from Azriel.
what the fuck are you doing bee?
i told you to stay away from him
so youre just gonna ignore me?
just come home bro
I swallowed the lump in my throat, suddenly feeling guilty I locked my phone. "Now, I have to go now please," I managed and Eris' face twisted in confusion and annoyance, but he didnt protest.
"Come on then."
-
"Bee get up, we're going," Azriel insisted, a look of determination on his face.
"Az no, it's going to be embarrassing," she whispered, her eyes welling up with tears again, "and I already ruined my makeup," she smoothed out her prom dress, staring ahead of her, silent tears running down her cheeks. Azriel winced, he hated when she cried.
"Come on, it can't be that embarrassing to go with me," he smirked, taking a seat next to her on her front step. It was his senior prom, and he had very much been looking forward to fucking his date, Viola, captain of the cheerleading team, at the end of the night.
All of that had changed when he had left his house to pick her up and saw Bee, crying across the street on her front steps. He had warned her about Jax, he had told her it was a bad idea to go to prom with him. She had just wanted to go so bad, and he cursed himself now for letting his dick get in the way and not just asking her if she wanted to go with him as soon as he found out Jax had asked her. Apparently, he had decided last minute that he didnt want to go with Bee, which meant she couldn't go at all because she wasnt a senior.
"You know that's not what I meant," she gave him a dirty look but cracked the tiniest smile at the sight of his. He grinned lazily, glad she wasnt crying anymore and he poked her side.
"Az," she giggled softly, squirming away from him, her eyes met his finally, a big smile spreading across her face.
"There we go," he chuckled softly. "That's my Bee."
-
a/n: just a little bump in the road tehe, sorry about the wait my loves im truly a busy ass person tysm for all the support. comment if you'd like to be added to the tag list. also proof read this so fast cus im so sleepy tell me if you see mistakes.
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Puddles
Summary: rainy days with Spencer Reid
Pairings: Spencer Reid x GN!reader
Warnings: language, Just lots of fluff and sum angst in between, Spencer’s random love for jello, fire(for a candle), reader has a nightmare about Spencer dying, mentions of firearms, use of babe, prolly more.
A/N: I’m in love with MGG and me nd him have the same initials so it means he likes me back😍. Not Proofread!
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It sounded liked pebbles were hitting the windows, the rain was coming down hard. The day had a tranquil calm to it. A Beatles record played softly on the record player.
Spencer sat curled in a sweater on the couch, you know he stole from you but he denied, reading an old book you would never be able to comprehend. Fresh tea sat steaming on the coffee table, made about five minutes ago by you.
Leaning forward and curling his fingers around the cup, Spencer raised the tea to his lips and drank.
You couldn’t help feeling the urge to do something, despite the weather.
“Spence, you wanna do something?” You asked, sitting next to him.
Spencer shut his book and set it on the table next to his tea, he faced you giving his full attention. “Like what?” He asked, curious to your antics.
“A couple things.” You responded with a smirk. Spencer raised his eyebrow. “You’re taking vacation time, right?”
Spencer nodded his head urging you to continue. Thunder crackled from above, shaking the entire building.
“Ok, put on some boots and a jacket.” You smiled from ear to ear now.
You both took a minute to pull yourselves together, Spencer looked like he was prepared for an avalanche which you found amusing. You grabbed Spencer’s left hand with your right and pulled him down the steps of your apartment building.
Once you came outside you just had to admire the sounds and the sight in front of you. The rain poured violently but the air was warm so the water cooled your skin soothingly. You decided to ditch your coat in the entrance of the building. Traffic seemed to have forgotten to exist, only able to hear the cars passing a few blocks over.
The open road was littered with puddles. You grinned like a child and ran over to the biggest puddle you could spot and start splashing. You started laughing, lost in the moment.
Spencer stood at the sidewalk just admiring how beautiful and care free you look. He couldn’t help the smile on his face even if he wanted to. You were soaking wet yet you seemed oblivious to it.
“Come on! Join me!” You yelled at your boyfriend, well aware of his staring.
Spencer walked over to you and you grabbed both his bands in yours and you started jumping around in the puddles together. You both looked like idiots no doubt, but neither of you could find it in you to care.
A few times people with umbrellas walked past and looked at the two of you strangely. You were laughing so hard that you fell over, cursing on your way down, Spencer laughed loudly and helped you up.
After about a hour of your fooling around, you both decided to go inside. You changed out of your soggy clothes, while Spencer took a shower you cleaned up the living room area. You decided to grab two plastic spoons off the counter and some Jello cups from the fridge for you and Spencer’s lunch.
Spencer eventually emerged from the shower, his hair was dripping as he ran a comb through it. He walked over to the couch.
Spotting the treat on the table Spencer’s eyes light up, “Jello! my favorite!”
You laughed at his fascination for the gelatin. Spencer sat down and plucked one of the cups from its spot along with a spoon. Peeling the plastic off both items, Spencer then dug in and practically inhaled the orange Jello. You had grabbed a variety of colors, except for green jello which Spencer refused to eat.
Grabbing a candle off a shelf, you walk over to one of the window sills where you keep matches. You pull a match from the box and light the wick of the candle letting a cinnamon fragrance fill the air.
You sit next down next to your lanky boyfriend, much like earlier, though this time you reach and grab yourself a jello and spoon. Once you and Spencer are both done chowing down on the colorful desserts you both sit in a peaceful silence.
“Want to build a blanket fort?” Spencer asks with a childish glint in his eyes.
“Is that even a question?” You respond, smiling.
Without saying a word, you both start grabbing supplies. Spencer grabbed dozens of blankets and quilts you both kept in your shared bedroom. You grabbed several pillows to cushion the area as well as books off the living room bookshelf. Working as a team, you both start pinning blankets down with the thick books.
After what you would estimate 20 minutes, you had a comfortable looking fort for you to cuddle in. Spencer went and grabbed snacks while you settled in and decided what to watch. You found an old Disney movie and waited for Spencer’s return.
Returning from the kitchen, arms full of snacks and juices, Spencer struggled to carry everything over to the little set up you two created. You got up and grabbed some things from his arms, helping him set things down and organize the tiny mess that had been created.
You and Spencer then settled in, you lied with his head on your chest and watched the movie. You grabbed a Capris Sun from the coffee table which you had moved earlier on.
During the film, you and Spence would have side conversations and make jokes. You played with his hair enjoying the moment.
Before you knew it, the movie was over. Spencer fetched the remote and put on some old black and white silent film. You went back and forth saying what you thought the characters were, making horrible British accents in the process.
The movie hadn’t even finished before Spencer fell asleep, you shortly after. You were just about to be completely token over by sleep when you felt Spencer wrap his arms around you. You snuggled yourself further into his chest, consumed by him and the sweet bliss of sleep.
Your dreams weren’t as pleasant as the day, you had a nightmare about Spencer.
In your “dream” you were placing a freshly made bowl of Jello in the fridge. Shutting the fridge after, you head to the sink to wash the dishes. A knock on the door unfocuses you from your tasks.
You were expecting Spencer. ‘He must have forgot his key, again’, you thought to yourself. You smile and open the door, ready for the embrace. Instead your met with two rather sad looking faces belonging to JJ and Morgan.
“I’m so sorry-“ JJ began, but you cut her off.
“Where’s Spence?” Your smile had became a nervous one, in denial of the obvious news. Your ears started ringing.
“During the case we were working, the unsub…Spencer confronted… pulled his firearm…” Derek explained the events but you drowned most of it out.
You couldn’t take it anymore, you curled in a ball on the floor and sobbed. The pair rushed towards but you heard Spencer calling your name, suddenly you woke up.
Opening your eyes you exactly who you wanted. You tackled him in a hug and started crying. He held onto you, startled, but ready to comfort. He rubbed your back soothingly and rocked you both back and forth gently.
Regaining control of yourself, you take in the state of your shared apartment. The living room looked like it had been perfectly cleaned all except for where you slept. You smelt burning pancakes.
“Hey, babe?” You ask, still being held by your still very worried boyfriend.
Spencer pulled away so he could look at you.
“Breakfast is burning.”
Spencer seemed alarmed at the realization and ran towards the Kitchen. You decided to get up and go brush your teeth while Spencer handled that fiasco.
You still thought about your nightmare, it was too real. You spat toothpaste in the sink and rinsed your mouth before returning to the living room.
You folded the blanket you slept with and put the pillow on the sofa. Spencer appeared about 15 minutes later, sitting next to you.
“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” Spencer didn’t want to pry information out of you, but he also didn’t want you to bottle your feelings.
“You got shot,” you teared up. “JJ and Derek came here to tell me you were-“ you choked on a gasp.
Spencer pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back soothingly, “Shhh. It was a nightmare. I’m still here.”
You listened to his words and his heart beating. You knew obviously it was just a dream, but you couldn’t get over the realness of it. How it was possible for an unsub to take him from you.
Shutting your eyes, you forced all the negative thoughts out of your head. You took a few deep breaths and regained your composure.
Spencer pulled away from you, “Pancakes are a tad burnt, but there’s eggs, bacon, toast.”
Your stomach growled hearing the different names. Both of you chuckled at the noise. You leant forward and gave Spencer a kiss, “Mmm. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Spencer replied against your lips.
You walked together over to the kitchen still smelling of smoke. You grab two plates and hand Spencer his, you both go to work of filling the dishes with food.
After grabbing both your fills and beverages, you sit opposite of each other at the table. You both eat and discuss the plans of the days to come. Discussing what books to read, what vinyls to purchase, etc. You knew in that moment you didn’t care about what could happen, simply what was happening in the present.
* .♡ *:・゚✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ * .♡ *:・゚✧ ⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆
A/N: I’m back frm the dead nd this has been in the drafts for awhile. Also idk wtf happened with this bc it started as something supposed to be wholesome but then I got stoned nd added angst ig 😭
#criminal minds#bau team#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#matthew gray gubler#mgg x reader#spencer reid angst#fluff
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GORTASH NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
hmm honestly feel like it depends on if hes feeling u or not. if he was just trying to catch a nut hes rude af. like before he leaves he'll throw a wet rag at u. and he used cold water to get it wet 🥲 BUTTTT if he really does like u i think he'll prolly run a bath for u both or something. i can see him washing ur hair/body for u 🥺
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
his chest duhhh lol thats why he walks around with his titties out. i think hes got a really good upper body in general. like shoulders/arms/chest. and i feel like hes an ass man. yes that means all booties ALL. he likes to spank, bite, and leave marks all over it. omggg the type to smack or pinch ur ass in public LMAO
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
yall already know im a firm believer that this man cums bucketfuls. he'll have u sitting there like "damn why is it still going" LMFAO almost exclusively wants to cum inside. to the point to where its hard to convince him not to. he wants to breed u sooo bad 😭😭
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
*NONCON MENTION* it gets him concerningly hard when u tell him no but let him do it anyway. like i dont think he would ever AGGRESSIVELY force u to do anything hence the "let him", but something about being able to change ur mind/overpower u does something to him *NONCON MENTION OVER*
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
well. i think hes an expert when it comes to pleasing himself (which is typically thru penetration, so for my AFABs if yall can finish vaginally just know he do be laying pipe 🤤) but he didnt really grow up caring about his sexual partners much lol. i do think he wants to please you though, like badly. thats the only reason hes willing to let u offer some guidance when it comes to giving oral/fingering u.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
mating press yall. like when he hooks ur legs over his shoulders and basically folds u like a lawn chair lol. also likes doggy though so he can pull ur hair and leave welts on ur ass lol.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
hes wayyyy too intense to be goofy at any moment while u guys are fuckin LMAO. like this man loves sex and gives his ALL. he puts his mf game face on and locks IN baby 😹😹
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
YESSSSSS !!!!! YES !!!!! this man is SO hairy EVERYWHERE !!!! the same texture as the hair on his head. im about to faint yall catch me
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
uhh. i can see him being kind of romantic on special occasions. but like i said hes pretty intense usually and to me that doesnt leave much room for romance lol. especially since he can be so mean too
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
yeah. like all the time. hes a hornball so if ur not around as an alternative he WILL be jizzing into his hand. omfg if yall are like, ever distanced from each other he will want to send nasty ass letters back and forth to keep him satisfied until u get back LMAO god forbid they ever end up at the wrong place
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
his office. will fuck on every surface and up against every wall. everyone else is afraid to touch anything in there 😭
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
he likes when u seem weaker than him, either in the sense that he has a physical or mental advantage over u. dont let anyone else treat u like that tho or he'll think ur a pussy lol
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
^^ as i mentioned letting other ppl have the same power over u as he does is a turn off. so if ur like me u got to grow a backbone or get the boot 🥾🤾♀️ 😭😭 anyway. i dont think he'll be willing to do anything that makes him feel "lesser" or more submissive. i mean u could probably trick him into doing it if u make him think its his idea or something LMAO
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
i genuinely think he eventually gains an affinity for giving ??? he likes the sounds u make and the way u pull his hair. so yeah, gives lots of kisses and will mutter a lot of praises while down there too. dont get me wrong though u better be giving back too 😹😹
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
rough as fuckkkk bro. doesnt ever like to be gentle. sex just brings out a lot of aggression in him. u will be sore and bruised after. if u convince him to chill out he'll be a pouty baby about it
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
anywhere and everywhere possible. i dont think its a goal of his to be seen by others while doing it but i also dont think he cares so that doesnt really stop him
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he'll try to get u to do all kinds of fucked up shit. including shit that is probably lowkey dangerous 😹😹 hes pretty sadistic so get ready gurl
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
15-20 mins max shawty lmao sorry 😹😹 and since he wants to act like a wild ape ur prolly not getting a round 2 since he wore himself out. but if u didnt get off in time he'll use his hand to help u finish even if hes sleepy 😴
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
will tease u at random times throughout the day by saying some absolutely horrendous shit in ur ear while ur in public and then acting like nothing happened. but usually doesnt want to waste much time before the act, so he might tease just enough to get u ready. nothing more though
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
heavy grunter and breather. will only moan occasionally if its really hitting right 😹😹 if u do get him to moan i can see it being decently loud. its like a reward
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
very high libido man........ prepare ur hole 🪦
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
sometimes he can stay awake long enough for aftercare but other times itll have to come after a power nap 😭 youll be like "bae how was it" and turn around to see him completely unconscious. snoring and everythang
#enver gortash#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate#enver gortash x tav#enver gortash x reader#x reader#headcanons#my headcanons#bg3 gortash#lord enver gortash
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The Last Straw [ZCL] (M)
Description: Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).
(This was requested!! Thank you for the request and I'll respond to the ask with this link <3)
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Content Warnings: Explicit (protected) sex, I have a thing for Chenle saying pretty girl so excuse that in almost all of my Chenle fics rip me, Chenle is just perfect okay but also sassy
Word Count: 3,742
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. Cockblocker!Jaemin because he's a mess)
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(also I made a moodboard for this one instead of using gif and i think the moodboards are so much more fun so I'll prolly make these from now on! Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos!)
“Respectfully, if you don’t knock that off, I’m gonna swat you upside the head.” You give Jaemin a pointed look from your spot on Chenle’s couch. “You’re just mad that he beat you again.”
“He cheated.” Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest, returning your glare with ease. “No way he’s actually that good at this shit.”
“I think I’m pretty good at everything, honestly.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the cushion and resting his arms along the top, fingertips brushing your shoulder.
You and Chenle have been best friends for years. Longer than he’s known Jaemin, that’s for sure. No way would you take Jaemin’s side over Chenle’s, even if he so happened to be in the wrong.
You look at him with a smile, which he returns, brow quirking in response. Jaemin grimaces at the two of you.
“At least let me leave before you start making out.” He scrunches up his nose. “Disgusting.”
The tips of your ears burn as your attention shoots over to Jaemin. At the same time, Chenle launches a throw pillow in his direction, leaning forward as if he’s about to stand up. Jaemin holds his hands up in mock surrender as he swats it away.
“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, running his fingers through his faded pink hair. “And don’t have too much fun by yourselves.”
When the door closes behind him, it leaves you and Chenle in awkward silence. You can’t lie and say you’d never thought about kissing him, but not recently. If ‘recently’ is only the past few days. There’s something about the general confidence Chenle has that makes you curious.
“Um.” Chenle clears his throat, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Wanna pick something to watch? I’ll make popcorn.”
“Absolutely.” You give an exaggerated nod, lunging forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.
You think everything will go back to normal after he returns with a bowl. He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders again and shifting until he’s pressed comfortably against you. This isn’t abnormal, but for some reason, it has your heart racing much faster than it should.
The show plays for maybe two minutes before he clears his throat. You think nothing of it until he does it again, pulling your attention to his face. The lights inside the house are off, but the sun is resting just above the horizon, painting an orange glow on his skin.
“What’s wrong with you?” you ask. “Do you need some water? You haven’t even had any popcorn yet.”
He blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes even flutter across your face.
“This is weird. What’s going on?” You frown at him.
“Have you ever thought about it?” He quirks an eyebrow.
You chuckle. “Thought about what?”
“Nevermind. Forget it.” He shakes his head, leaning back with a slight pout to his lips.
“No, tell me.” You gently smack his chest. “Don’t do that.”
“Fine. Just remember you made me say this,” he grumbles, sitting up again. He’s only inches away from you like this. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”
“I mean…yeah.” You shrug. “We’re around each other all the time. I’ve literally seen you kiss people before. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, you know?”
“Why haven’t you asked?”
“Asked what?” You laugh before you stop yourself. “To kiss you? Are you insane?”
“You just said you wanted to,” he points out, shifting closer. “Why wonder when you can know for real?”
“You want to?” Your eyes widen as they dart down to his lips unintentionally.
You watch his pupils dilate, his eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he nods. He’s so close to you, you feel his short, choppy breaths. What the hell are you doing? This is the last thing that should happen—in no world is Chenle kissing you a good idea. You’ll fall into a rabbit hole and probably accidentally admit how you want more than that.
No way in hell you’re going to stop him when he’s looking at you like that, though. He hesitates, meeting your gaze one last time, a thousand questions moving from his mind to yours. There’s only one you need to answer, and you do. Slowly, you nod.
The initial brush has sparks igniting along your skin, and you instinctively grip onto the sleeve of his T-shirt. Usually, he’d tease you for something like that. He’d say something about how you’re trying to strip him down, but he doesn’t seem to have any other thought besides kissing you right now. This is the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.
When he really kisses you, his full lips pressing gently against yours, you swear electricity courses through the two of you, the sparks enough to make you gasp. You’d imagined this plenty of times, but never did you think it could be like this.
He sighs, bringing his hand up to weave it through your hair. You push yourself closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.
The second his tongue runs across your bottom lip, you let out a short, quiet moan. Instead of taking a moment to tease you about it, he uses the opening. The two of you battle for dominance, but when his thumb rubs against your scalp, you know you’re no match for him.
Everything around you heats up, and as much as you hate to deny it, you feel your panties dampen. Your body tingles with excitement as he guides your back down against the couch, finding the spot between your legs he fits in perfectly. No matter what, you don’t dare open your eyes or pull away right now. If this is a dream, you sure as hell don’t want to wake from it.
As he settles on top of you, you gasp when you feel him semi-hard through his shorts. Before you can psych yourself out of it, you reach for the hem of his shirt and start sliding it up. He takes the hint, pulling away to tug the fabric over his head. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to admire him before his lips are on yours again.
“I was almost all the way home when I—what the fuck?” A familiar voice from the doorway has Chenle launching away from you.
The trance is broken, the moment is gone, and all you’re left with is burning cheeks and instant shame under Jaemin’s scrutiny.
Chenle scrambles for his shirt, and instead of putting it back on, he puts it over his lap in a poor attempt to hide his arousal. You can’t bring yourself to sit up, your palms still flat on your face.
“I didn’t know you guys actually did that.” Jaemin grins, placing his hands on his hips and smiling widely. “Good job, buddy.”
“We don’t.” Chenle rolls his eyes. “What did you even need?’
“I left my jacket here.” Jaemin points over to the kitchen, where it’s draped over one of the dining room chairs.
“Okay…so how about you grab it…and you go?” Chenle glances up to the ceiling, as if he’s asking for strength, and then blinks rapidly at Jaemin. “Like, now.”
You still haven’t moved, only spreading your fingers apart to look at Chenle.
“Right. Yeah, duh.” Jaemin rushes to get it, not acknowledging either of you again until he’s at the door. He stops, reaching into his pocket for his wallet before he tosses something at Chenle. “Make sure you’re safe! Bye!”
He leaves, and when you finally get the courage to look up, Chenle has his head in his palm. A condom is about a foot in front of him, sending another wave of embarrassment to your face.
“So…” Chenle trails off. “Maybe we should rewind the show.”
Disappointment flutters around your heart. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gulp and grab the remote. Regardless of how much you wish you could yell at Jaemin for interrupting, the urge to continue doesn’t subside.
“(Y/N).” He sighs, brows furrowing. “I need to tell you something.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to do that again.” He leans his head back on the couch, and this time, you pay close attention to the expanse of his neck. The two of you don’t hide things from each other, so nothing is off limits—you’ve heard all about the things he likes, and neck kisses are one of his weaknesses. Your mouth waters at the thought of it.
“Me too.”
“But I need you to know it’s not just…it’s not all I want.” He closes his eyes, cringing at his own words.
Your brain doesn’t compute what he means at first—you assume something completely different. “Are you saying you want to have sex?”
His attention shoots to you. “No! Well, yeah, but that’s not what I meant by that. I have feelings for you, dumbass."
“For me?” You snort, half-choking on a laugh until you realize he’s serious. “Why?”
“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen yourself? Met yourself? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but if you even try to repeat that to anyone I will vehemently deny it until the day I die.”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Your brain whirls at the sight of him, and your entire body yearns to be close to his again.
“It’s the truth. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I’ve never had the courage to say anything.” Chenle chews the inside of his cheek, pondering. The thought of Chenle’s confidence wavering when it comes to you has your heart tumbling in your chest.
“You know what this means?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.
“Hm?”
“Your mom is going to be so excited.” You bite back a smile, but it breaks through anyway when you see him glare at you, narrowing his eyes.
“Why would you bring my mom up right now? Are you trying to make me go soft?” His words send heat to your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to tap them to snap yourself out of it.
“You’re still hard after Jaemin came in here like that?” You push his shoulder.
“I was on top of you, dude. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get this thing down, and hopefully, it’ll be with you and not my hand.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you decide is good with me.”
Leaving Chenle to his hand is the last thing you’d even think about doing right now. You don’t want to move too quickly, but when he looks away from you briefly, you use that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He gulps and shifts beneath you, immediately gripping your waist.
“And now you’re on top of me,” he mutters. “I’m gonna have so many dreams about this.”
Before your nerves can overtake you, you dip your head down until you're mere centimeters from him. He wasn’t lying about how hard he is, his bulge pressing beautifully against you. At this point, you curse yourself for wearing denim shorts. You’d be feeling it so much more if you were in something softer.
“You should know,” he says, right hand trailing up to cup your cheek. “We can take this slow if you want. I don’t want to rush you. Everything needs to be done right.”
“Kiss me, dumbass.”
He grins softly, only for a moment before his beautiful mouth is on yours again, working magic you’re sure only he’s capable of. You live for the sounds the two of you make, your lips moving together in harmony as if you’re made for each other.
At this point, you think you just may be.
You sit still on top of him, not quite wanting to elevate things yet, and he doesn’t push you. He lets you take everything at your own pace. Eventually, your tongues meet again, but you don’t fight him this time. You allow him to explore your mouth, sighing at how skilled he is at it. When he pulls away, his teeth gently digging into your bottom lip to tug it, you groan, your hips finally moving on their own accord. His smug look quickly fades as his breath shudders. You grind down on him, his hardness gliding along your clit through way too many sets of fabric.
“Chenle,” you groan. “I need you.”
“Patience, pretty girl,” he hums, moving along to your rhythm. “Need you to keep going, okay? Don’t stop.”
You didn’t intend to. Instead of waiting for his next move, your lips connect with his neck, nipping and licking along the skin you know is sensitive. You feel his soft moan before you hear it, and something inside of you snaps.
“Damn it, Chenle, I need more.”
“Do you?” His gaze darkens when he meets yours, fingers still weaved in your hair.
“I need you.”
He wets his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he nods. “We should go to my room.”
Doing your best to keep grinding down on him, you reach down to the bottom of your T-shirt, making quick work of it so it can join Chenle’s on the couch. He stares at you, attention everywhere.
“I lied,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “I don’t like you. I’m in love with you. Let me take you to my room.”
The confession sends you reeling for half a second, and then you’re sliding off his lap to allow him to get up. You’re already weak at the knees thinking of all the things about to happen between the two of you, but you don’t dare say anything else as he bends to grab Jaemin’s condom from the ground, intertwines your fingers, and practically drags you toward his bedroom.
Right when you step foot through the threshold, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. His lips work harshly on yours, leaving you to whine into him. Without wasting another second, his fingers pop the button on your shorts, and he pushes them down your thighs. They slide to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost get self-conscious at the way he’s looking at you, but his hand starts ghosting along your inner thighs.
“I wonder how wet you are.” His voice is dangerously low, sending all sorts of shivers up your spine.
“Why don’t you feel and find out?” you taunt him, rocking your hips toward him.
With one quick movement, he unclasps your bra, leaving your top half bare as his head dips down. He nips at the flesh, and you swear you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he swirls along it. He tweaks the other, and a moan escapes you before you can even try to hold it back.
“How about I make you cum on my face?” he mumbles, nipping as his mouth trails downward.
Then he’s on his knees in front of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a man like Chenle on his knees for you. His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he glances up at you.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
You nod, but it’s not enough for him.
“Say it out loud,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”
“It’s more than okay. Please do something.” Your head thuds against the wood of the door.
He smirks, tugging your panties down to the floor. Hoisting your leg up on his shoulder, he leans forward to lick a broad stripe up your core. You’re not sure where to grab, but you can’t find anything to hold onto except for the door handle.
Pausing, he reaches upward, guiding one of your hands to his hair. You take the hint, grasping onto him for support. Your one leg keeping you standing is already shaking, and when his tongue prods at your slit, you shudder.
His nose nudges your clit, and you push him further between your legs.
He pulls away, mouth shining with your arousal. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy. I could fucking eat you forever.” And just like that, he returns to his ministrations, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking it with his tongue.
You cry out his name like a mantra, grinding into his face while he doesn’t dare let up for even a moment. Knots form in your stomach—the kind that have your hips bucking wildly—and suddenly, the repeated ‘Chenle’s escaping your mouth start to taste so, so sweet.
And then you crumble, hardly able to stay afloat. He slows down, helping you ride out your high before placing one last kiss on your clit and standing up.
His lips meet yours, and the taste of you doesn’t do a thing to bother you when you’re so dazed from your orgasm. He moves down to the sensitive spot by your ear, and you gasp, tightening your grip on him.
“Chenle.” You pull him up to look at you. “I love you, too.”
His breathing shutters as he spins you around, mouths connected harshly, and walks you back toward his bed. The glow of the sun has faded, the night sky surrounding the two of you in delicate, gentle silver light as he lowers you onto his mattress.
He pauses, eyes trailing over your body slowly, as if in appreciation. Neither of you moves until his hands move down to his sweatpants. You’re barely able to see him as he grabs the condom from his pocket and before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. He steps closer to you, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.
“Are you sure?” he whispers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
You sit up and take the condom from him. Once you rip the wrapper open, he gulps, watching as you reach down. A small sound escapes him when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it a few times.
“Yes,” you say. “I’m sure.”
You roll it on him. He barely gives you enough time to finish with it before he crushes his mouth to yours with every ounce of feeling he has.
Scooting back on his bed, he climbs on to join you, stopping only when he hovers over you. His face is so close to yours, you almost moan at how swollen his lips are. He lines himself up with your entrance, making sure to brush against your clit a couple times.
And then he’s pushing inside you, stretching you slowly while he waits for your reaction. Your eyes roll and you lift your hips to get him deeper. He pauses, nuzzling against your shoulder, shuddering breaths fanning across your skin.
You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you adjust to the way he fits. He starts slow, pulling out only a bit to push back in. You weave your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement as he picks up his pace. His hips roll against yours, each thrust pulling sounds from you.
“God,” he mumbles, running his tongue along your collarbone.
“Kiss me,” you say, tugging at him. “Please.”
His lips are on your seconds later, surprisingly gentle. Your heart thuds in your chest. He swallows every moan, reaching up to intertwine intertwine your fingers together. With your hand pinned next to your head, you get lost in his rhythm. Everything around you is unbearably hot, skin sticking to skin while sounds of your wetness fills the room with each of his movements. Your brain whirls and you swear you’re going crazy the longer he’s inside you.
The pleasure is so intense, you doubt you’ve ever felt this way before. Your body shakes from his movements, and you do your best to match him. You feel knots forming in your stomach, but you don’t want it to be over yet, you want to be in this bed with him forever while he makes love to you.
He shifts closer, and you cry out when he slides right into your spot. His mouth rests against yours, gazes locked as he repeats the action over and over.
Releasing your hand, he reaches between the two of you, fingers connecting with your clit. You’re unashamed of your loud moan, especially as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Arching into him, you grip his shoulders.
He curses, face contorting in ecstasy as you clench around him like a vice. With a low groan, he snaps his hips into yours, sucking in a breath as he reaches his climax. He pants, setting his forehead on yours with his eyes closed.
“Good fucking God,” he mutters. “You’re amazing.”
Your mind is so shattered and overwhelmed, you can’t do anything but giggle. He’s shocked for a moment, but he joins you, kissing you once more before gently pulling out of you. You slump into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan.
“I’ll be right back,” Chenle tells you, rolling off of the bed to dispose of the condom.
Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your skin, but not even that can wipe the smile off your face. When he returns, he finds his place next to you, and regardless of the heat, he pulls you to his chest.
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm.”
“Holy shit, I fucked you dumb.” He laughs, squeezing you.
You give him the best glare you’re able to muster, but it must not be that great, because his smile doesn’t fade.
“So.” Brushing your hair behind your ear, he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think we should go out on a date. Or something.”
“Right now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.
“No, not right now.” He shakes his head. “Soon, though. Like tomorrow.”
You grin, nodding. “I want that.”
“Good. Me too.” Chenle cradles you closer to him.
Grabbing the small blanket folded at the foot of his bed, he brings it up to cover both of you and hums when you throw your arm around him.
“I love you,” he says, voice so soft it’s almost lost in the night.
“I love you, too,” you reply with ease.
With his steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you have no problem falling asleep in his grasp.
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this sounds a lil weird prolly, but could you do a reader x jake fic where has a wet dream abt reader and she heard him groan and through something was wrong, only to find him semi-asleep with his hand on his dick, and he thinks she’s a part of his dream so he kissed her and they end up fcking, after that they fall asleep together and when they wake up he’s got Like a shocked kitten expression like ‘ Damn, that wasn't just a dream!’
Bae it's not weird!! It's mouth and 🐱 watering 🤭🤭
Also, this wasn't proofread sooooo if you see any mistakes, no you didn't.
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Jake has been tossing and turning for most of the night. You don't know why, can't understand what's happening. All you know is that he doesn't let you sleep.
You sigh, turning to him. You try to sleep, closing your eyes, beginning to drift into dreams when you hear him groan.
The sound is full of pain, frustration, and it shakes you awake. You study him, worried that maybe something is wrong. Instead, you watch Jake as he lies on his back, one of his hands moving to his cock as it tents under his loincloth.
He murmurs something unintelligible, his cock twitching, and you can feel something primal in you make you clench your thighs together.
“Jake,” you say softly, propping yourself up on an elbow. “Jake.”
You place a hand on his face, cupping his cheek, and his eyes flutter open. Barely.
“Mm,” he groans. “C'mere, baby.”
He grabs you and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling his hips. You gasp softly. “Jake—”
“I've been thinkin' 'bout you all day,” he says, sleepy eyes meeting yours before he kisses your jaw, your neck. “Wanna be inside you so bad, girl.”
You can feel your cheeks grow hot, your pussy throbbing as his hard cock presses against your folds through your loincloth and his.
“'s that why you can't sleep?” you question, his hands falling to your hips and grinding you against him.
“Mhmm,” he replies, groggy. “Need you so much.” He removes your loincloth and pushes his aside, revealing his hard, quivering cock.
He leads your hips onto his, allowing him to sink into you. Your pussy stretches around his girth, velvet walls warm and throbbing as he slides all the way to your cervix.
You mewl softly, putting your hands on his chest for support. Your nails dig into the muscles under his skin, thighs trembling on either side of his as you shudder.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Oh, I've needed this pussy so bad, baby.”
You gasp as he bucks his hips up, the thick head of his cock bruising your cervix. You slowly rock yourself up and down on him, your cunt tight around him.
“Jake,” you say softly, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers dig into your hips. He licks his lips, his eyes dark with lust and lidded.
“What d'you need, girl?” he asks, one of his hands crawling to your back and pushing you down so that he can bury his face in your breasts.
“Fuck me,” you beg quietly. “Want y'to fuck me, please.”
Jake chuckles, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples before biting it gently. “I'll fuck you, love. Just relax f'r me, yeah?”
“Okay,” you breathe. You relax your body, your cunt softening around his cock, allowing him to slide in and out of you with ease.
He lifts your hips slightly before he starts rutting into you, pulling you down to him to meet each thrust. You gasp, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“Atta girl,” Jake says, kissing your breasts, your slick dripping out of you and coating his cock, his balls, his hips. It's everywhere. You're soaked, your pussy squelching in the silent atmosphere.
“Look at you,” he chuckles, glancing between your bodies to see how he fucks you. “Taking me so well. Made just for me, hm?”
“Yes!” you gasp. “Oh, 'm yours! Y'know I am, Jake!”
He smiles, kissing your neck, dragging his teeth over your jaw. “You know what I like you t'call me, baby.”
“Daddy,” you whimper, the pleasure snaking in your lower stomach, crawling across your skin. “Daddy, please!”
“Much better,” Jake says, his hands moving to your ass, kneading the delicate flesh. He guides you up and down, the sound of your skin slapping on his sending shivers up your spine.
You press your chest to his, tucking your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck. “Daddy,” you whine. “'s so good. Please, I-I wanna come.”
“I know, sweet,” he replies. “And you're gonna come. I promise.”
You dig your teeth into the skin of his shoulder, making him grunt. “Daddy,” you say against him. “Daddy!”
“I'm gonna fill you up,” he promises. “Gonna put my cum so deep inside you that you'll get to have my baby.”
“Please!” you mewl, your cunt tight around him. Your ears are ringing, your body trembling on top of him. “Please, gimme a baby, Daddy! Please!”
One of Jake's enormous hands moves from your ass to the back of your neck. He pushes your face to his, trapping your mouth in a messy kiss. You moan against him, hips stuttering as you feel the pleasure in you grow and spread, dangerously close to the edge.
He bites your lower lip, his sharp canines digging into the soft skin, sending shivers through you.
“Please,” you say against his mouth. “Please, 'm so close, Daddy. Please!”
“Come for daddy, angel,” he encourages, kissing your jaw, your neck, licking over your racing pulse. “Come all over me, yeah? You think you can do that, hon'? Hm?”
“Mhmm!” you reply, nodding, feeling your orgasm building up low in you. “Fuck, fuck! Daddy!” You come on his cock, shuddering and mewling, the pleasure gripping at your every nerve and making you see stars. Your mind goes blank for a second, no thoughts, no sensations beyond the ecstasy of your release.
And then you feel Jake come inside you, his load spilling deep in your pussy. You gasp, nails digging into his skin as he bites your shoulder. He grunts against your skin, feeling his seed spill out of your stuffed cunt and drip down his cock, to his balls.
“There you go,” Jake says, kissing your forehead. “Did so well f'r me, love. You always do.”
“Mm,” you say, sleep taking over you, your eyes fluttering shut.
You fall asleep on top of Jake, his cock still inside you. He drifts into dreams not long after you.
The next morning, Jake wakes up, his mind reeling from the wet dream. He hasn't had such an intense dream in...well, ever. But when he opens his eyes and finds you on top of him, your neck littered in hickeys, your lips swollen from kisses, and his cock still inside you, he realizes it wasn't only a dream.
He chuckles softly. It was a dream come true.
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┊DRUNKEN NIGHT IN YOUR ARMS┊˚✧
┊ONE SHOT┊NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER┊
Chuuya birthday special, attempt on fluff (prolly failed womp womp), 838 words, unedited
warnings: ooc(?), cringe :3, alcohol, Chuuya being drunk-ish, cuddling, so much cringe I would be ashamed of this in the future
(a/n): This is the first work I publish on Tumblr help... Didn't know what I was doing tbh js winging it w a few ideas from my readers on Quotev
Birthdays weren't celebrated in the Port Mafia.
You knew that, but a little something for Chuuya won't hurt.
“What’s this?�� Chuuya asked, staring at the white box with a loose lid that you placed on his lap. It was a fairly large one, decorated with a red ribbon on top.
“Open it,” you smile, taking a seat next to him.
Chuuya had just returned home, after a long day. The first thing greeting him was you knocking on his door and pulling him over to sit on the couch, before handing a giant box to him.
“Is there a bomb in here or..?”
You bit back the urge to laugh. “No, why would I put a bomb in there?”
“I was kiddin’,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, a small smile on his face. He tugged off the ribbon, gently opening the lid, curious on what's inside.
“Ta-da! Happy birthday, Chu!”
Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, jolting in surprise when the box suddenly moved.
Inside the box was a puppy. A golden retriever to be specific. The puppy was staring up at Chuuya, tail wagging slightly.
“[Name]...” Chuuya called, voice trailing off.
“Hm?” your expression drops for a moment, wondering if you've done anything wrong.
Jokes on you, you did quite the opposite, he loved it. “Thank you,” he mutters, looking adoringly at the pup, gently patting the head.
They say alcohol reveals one's truest feelings.
You guess that it’s true, with Chuuya mumbling off whatever went through his mind.
Hours passed, the clock ticking just after midnight. Chuuya opened a good bottle of Romanée-conti in celebration, though, just a glass down and he's more than a little tipsy.
Intoxicated, Chuuya was leaning over a balcony railing, ranting off. The topic ranges from reminiscence of the past few years, to musings about how much he loves you. The truest thoughts spill easily from his tongue while he's under the influence.
You, of course, remained sober, listening to every single word leaving his mouth.
You noticed he was getting too tipsy, a soft flush appearing on his cheek, barely noticeable under the faint moonlight. So, with care, you started to lead him back inside, holding his hand and guiding him towards the couch, before heading towards the kitchen.
“Here you go,” you hand him a glass of cold water, hoping to help get him a bit sober. Chuuya’s low tolerance for alcohol always ends up as a challenge for both of you, but it wasn't something you couldn’t manage.
Chuuya took the glass, drinking it down in one go. The whole world is still spinning, but at least his mind is a little less foggier. He'll get a killer hangover in the morning, though he's leaving that as tomorrow’s problem.
Covered in darkness, the room basked in a soft type of atmosphere. The puppy was content with his new home, sleeping comfortably on a bed you bought along with you.
You sit besides him, putting away the glass into the coffee table in front of the couch, only to feel a weight leaning on your shoulder. Soft music played quietly in the background, just some background noise while enjoying each other's company.
You moved your positions so that you were leaning on the arm rest, Chuuya laying on top of you, face buried on your chest. The two of you ended up in this position, cuddling up against each other under the influence of alcohol.
“Chuuya,” you whisper, a soft smile tilting your tone. Your fingers carding through his red hair, entwined within the soft locks and lightly tugging at the loose knots.
“Mmm?” he let out a small hum in reply, tiredly glancing at you with loving eyes. He was relaxed, at the moment, indulging himself into the comfort of your warm embrace, simply existing in the moment. An arm around his waist, resting in his back, the other tangled in his hair.
You shift your position a bit, placing your chin on top of his head before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, in which he smiled at. “Are you comfortable?” you ask, burying your face on top of his head. The light scent of wine and cologne meeting your senses.
“Mhm,” he answers, voice slurred and muffled against the fabric of your shirt.
You let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. “Good to hear,”
Chuuya remained silent, only leaning into the touch with a content smile, staring at you. Your hold on him was comforting, he could just fall asleep right there. He probably will, anyway.
He could feel the warmth from your body, like a radiator. Chuuya snuggled closer, yearning to be as close as possible to you. You two fit like two pieces of a puzzle, it felt right.
“[Name],” he muttered, leaning up enough that you could fully see his face, mesmerizing eyes staring at your own.
“Yes, Chu?” you reply, all your attention to him.
“Thank you,”
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So, Ghost is touch starved.
It’s obvious. His skin is covered, if not in his gear than in the full black monstrosity that would give any other person a heatstroke in five minutes. The most Soap himself had seen of his skin was when he’d occasionally roll them up while sparring.
And boy, did Soap’s mouth water each time. But that train of thought wasn’t on his agenda. No, something more interesting has been happening.
The most Ghost has ever touched Soap was the casual pushes, resting his hand on his shoulder momentarily before jerking away, bumping into him. Once, he put his hand on Soap’s knee to stop it’s bouncing during a meeting. Soap had choked on his spit and, embarrassingly, started hacking up a lung in the middle of the meeting. He still flushes at the thought of it.
Soap tried to return it, giving small touches that were casual enough they wouldn’t be looked too much into it, and simple enough that it didn’t push Ghost’s boundaries. Throwing a light punch to his shoulder, playful smacks when they were both just a little tipsy, shoving the length of his thigh against the others when they sat together. Small things.
Recently, though, Soap has reason to believe that Ghost is maybe testing his own boundaries. It started on the field. Soap had been running the trainees, cackling as he watched them struggle to run their laps, shouting out mocking words of discouragement. Ghost had slunk up beside him at one point, the only sign he was warm being his rolled up sleeves that had just the tiniest bit of sweat on them.
They stood there for a while together, Ghost just watching, Soap having the time of his life. He ran them till they dropped. It wasn’t until the last one gave up, plopping on the grass, that Ghost quietly raised a fist up. Soap just stared at it blankly for a second, sending a questioning glance to the taller man. Ghost rolled his eyes, forcibly grabbing Soap’s arm with his other hand, lifting it up. Soap got the idea and molded his fingers into a fist. Ghost knocked their fists together, and their forearms for a split second slid together.
Ghost stood there for a second, staring blankly down at his own arm. Then, swiveled on his feet and walked away. Soap himself was staring at his fist, still in the air, and tracing the skin with his eyes where Ghost’s admittedly clamming forearm had brushed. He felt the smile tugging at his cheeks, even as he yelled at the recruits to hit the showers.
The next time was much more extreme - Like Ghost had decided to dial it up to 100 before even breaching 50. Perhaps it had been because Ghost just got back from a mission, a hard one, Soap heard. Lost a couple of the younger soldiers in a mine. Got the intel they needed, took out the guys, but the win was dimmed by the loss.
Ghost had approached him first, Soap initially believing he needed some space. He always went a little quiet after these missions, more so than usual at least. Soap just looked up at him, a little wide eyed but still a bit somber. “Ghost-.” He began, but was cut off when the older man reached out, pulling Soap towards him via his shoulder. Soap grunted a little as he was all but slammed into Ghost. “What.” Soap could feel Ghost’s arms wrap around him, his masked face resting against Soap’s. Slowly, as though not to startle him, Soap wrapped his own arms around Ghost.
There they stood, in the middle of an empty hall, just holding each other. Then, Ghost patted his shoulder, pulled back, and walked away. Prolly takin’ a shower, Soap thought, still reeling from the sudden hug. Then, he got a little giddy. A hug! He did a little shimmy, his whole body wriggling with the sudden overflow of affection. Then, stopped. Smiling. Turned around and made his way back to his room, trying not to show how eager he was. God forbid he clicked his heels, did a little skip, even though that’s exactly how his heart felt.
It was like that little hug dialed up everything between them. Short, casual touches became longer, warmer. On the helicopter, Ghost would rest his hand on Soap’s thigh and Soap would let his head rest on the taller’s shoulder. In the mess hall, they’d sit next to each other, knees bumping and arms pressed against each other. Soap would rest his arm on Ghost’s shoulder, struggling a bit with the height difference, laughing and telling jokes, and the most important thing is Ghost would let him. Even joke around back, telling his god awful puns that made Soap stare at him with disappointment. Each look from Soap made Ghost’s shoulders shake a little with unspilled laughter.
And then, one night. Soap was alone in his room. He sat on his bed, boots tucked together neatly on the floor at the edge. He was taking apart one of his guns, methodically cleaning it. His head was empty, simply waiting for the urge to sleep. There was a quiet knock at his door. Soap tilted his head, setting the pulled apart gun on the nightstand. “C’mon in,” He called, muscles too sore for him to be bothered to stand.
Slowly, the door creaked upon. It was dark in the room, the only light being from the moon, but Soap could make out the hulking shape of the Lieutenant. “Aye, LT, how can ah help ya?” Soap smiled, patting the spot next to him, half-jokingly. He didn’t really expect Ghost to come over, sitting next to him. Both were dressed casually, ready for bed - It was the dead of night and both should’ve been asleep hours ago.
Ghost sighed, one ungloved hand dragging over his masked face. “Ghost-,” Soap began only to get cut off.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Ghost interjected, not looking at Soap.
A small squeak left Soap at his words and he could swear he saw the tiniest bit of a flex between Ghost’s mask, a bloody smile.
“Dinnae know what yah mean,” Soap flushed, holding his head up. Ghost actually chuckled at that and then, opened his arms. Soap tilted his head like a confused puppy.
“C’mon. I know you want to,” Ghost said smugly, flexing his hands like he was trying to convince a dog to come towards him. Oh well; Be given an inch, take a mile, that’s the kind of guy Soap was. And so, he didn’t hesitate.
Almost throwing himself, Soap leaped into Ghost’s arm. The force threw them both back on the bed, Ghost’s arms coming to wrap around him. There was a soft sigh, relieved, from Ghost. Soap smiled, his face resting on the broad chest of Ghost. Their legs slowly tangled together, Soap drifting slowly to the side. “Knew yae liked meh.”
“Hush, Johnny.” But there was a thumb rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder and he couldn’t help the small laugh that left him, before his eyes began to drift shut.
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nah cuz i jus thought of smth..
kaulitz twins(together headcannons or full fic the amount of fucks i give are not even close to one) when their bf asks if they love him jus out of the blue like they could just be sitting down together and he jus asks the question not even lookin at em😪✌🏾
and ofc they finna be like duh why tf is wrong with u😀 this mf prolly says nvm and tries to shove it off as if its nothing like bro🧍🏾
HA not me thinking of tom panicking and heading to his phone deleting every contact(he ain't cheating or anything hes jus mad worried)😔🤞🏾
NO AND BILL THINKING HES NOT LOVING ENOUGH STOPPPPP ugh😞😞
u can add more if u wish man🥲🥲
KAULITZ TWINS X READER: LOVE
I WAS GNA MAKE THIS SAD BUT I FEEL LIKE I'VE DONE TOO MANY SAD THINGS RECENTLY
"Ah, here we go!"
Bill grinned excitedly as Tom placed a plate of pancakes infront of him, drenched in maple syrup and a slab of butter on top. Tom smiled at his brother, then at you as he placed your own plate of food infront of you.
"You better eat that. Do you know how long it took to make?" Tom joked, sitting down next to you as he took a sip of his orange juice, gagging slightly as he nearly spit back into his cup. "Bill what the fuck! I told you no pulp!" he chocked, coughing as he shivered dramatically.
Bill rolled his eyes as he stabbed at his pancake, glancing at Tom with an annoyed look. "There's nothing wrong with pulp,'ya baby." he muttered, laughing quietly as he watched Tom gag, face all scrunched up. "Pulp is nasty as fuck! Right, M/N?" Tom asked, looking at you with a quirked eyebrow. Bill also looked over, biting into a strawberry.
"I don't mind it." You shrugged, giggling as Tom's jaw dropped, hanging low. Bill let out a triumphic laugh, taking a big gulp of his own orange juice. "I can't believe you betrayed me like this.." Tom sniffled, dramatically wiping away a fake tear from his eye.
The room was filled with the occasional "mmh.." when one of you tasted something good, or the clatter of glasses when you would put your orange juice down. The occasional scrape of the forks against the plates would sound commonly. It was..nice. The silence was comfortable, or at least for the twins.
For you? It seemed weird and strange. You felt as if..as if it was empty in here. You knew they were at ease, everything was fine but you just couldn't help but ask..
"Do you guys love me?"
You asked quietly, taking another bite of your food after stabbing it with your fork. Ah, now the table was uncomfortably quiet. Tom's hand stopped in mid air where he was going to take a bite of his bacon and Bill looked up from his plate, looking at you with concern.
"What?" Tom asked quietly, feeling his heartbeat pick up and his hands become suddenly too sweaty to hold his fork. He glanced over to Bill, but Bills eyes stayed on you, his mouth open yet no words could come through. You shrugged, glancing at both of then before taking another sip of your orange juice.
"Eh, 's nothing." You respond, taking the last bite of food and smiling as your taste buds rejoiced in the flavour. Really, Tom was a fantastic cook! Too bad most of the pancakes he flipped landed on the ceiling...
"Want me to take anything back to the kitchen?" You asked, grabbing your empty plate and utensils. They could only shake their head, Bill forcing a small "No thanks, babe." You nodded and headed off to the kitchen, placing the items in the sink. You turned the water on, grabbed the sponge, and whistled to yourself as you began to scrub the crumbs and sticky syrup off.
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As soon as you left, Bill turned to Tom quickly, eyes big and wide. "Did you do something?" he whispered, poking his older twin in the shoulder with his fork. Tom hissed in response, swatting Bills hand away. "Why do you think I did something? What did you do?"
Bill immediately shook his head from side to side, becoming defensive. "I didn't do jack shit!" The air between them was quiet, before Bill asked under his breath, "Did you like, text someone else..?"
Tom's heart dropped, his legs felt numb and his phone in his pocket felt 10 times more heavy. "I mean.. I didn't text them." he said sheepishly, rubbing the bath of his neck. Bill raised an eyebrow, scorching over closer. "Who's 'them'?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Tom hesitantly pulled out his phone, going to his contact list. Bill gasped jokingly, scrolling through what seemed to be hundreds of people. "Holy shit.." he giggled, not being able to contain himself. He yelped as his brother hit him rather harshly on the arm. "Help me out here, Bill. He's my boyfriend too."
Bill sighed, resting his head on Tom's shoulder as they scrolled through each contact.
"Who's Stacy?" Bill asked, saying one of the many contacts that had a girls name.
"I dunno, some girl from a concert." Tom responded, clicking on her contact. There was no profile picture, no notes, nothing.
"Yeah...no. Delete her."
And so Tom did. Girl after girl. To the point where he only had around 20 contacts left.
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You hummed a song under your voice as you placed your now clean dishes back onto the dish rack to dry. Drying off your hands, you walked back to the dining room. You smiled softly at the twins, taking their plates aswell as their cups and utensils with you. Before yo could walk through the doorway, Bill yelped a small "Wait!"
You turned on your heel, looking at him with confused eyes as you leaned against the doorway, clinking your nails against the plates. "...Yes?" you ask slowly, smiling softly as you saw how he turned slightly red, leaning towards Tom. Tom sighed, looking up at you from his seat as he fidgeted with his dreads.
"I just..you know we love you so fuckin' much, right..?" he questioned quietly. You chuckled quietly, it was cute how they seemed slightly worried and almost cautious to ask the question.
"Yes, of course I do." You answer, flashing a grin that they quickly returned, smiles identical.
It was the happiest you've ever seen them.
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