#makes me giggle everytime i see a message from you in my inbox!!

[needydoll-for-you]

What if you were here, hands perfectly tied above your head and your legs forcefully open by a spreader bar. You'd look so pretty like this and with a pink gag to match the ribbons!

You'd feel me gently tracing circles around your nipples, then pinching and twisting them to hear your soft cries. I'd kiss your forehead, cooing about how gorgeous you look.

My hands would go lower and I'd slap your exposed clit again and again until it's all puffy and red. You're a slut for enjoying that so much, look at how wet my hand is! Then comes the numbing cream. I'd apply it on you and then place a vibrator between us. You'd watch me cum as many times as I want while your poor little clit is denied.

And then, when the effect finally wears off, I'd use my mouth to make you cum until you're an overstimulated little mess 💓

what if i were there…well i think you know what would happen then! i would get all desperate and whiny, and beg you to fuck me the moment i saw you!💓

i think i would look pretty in pink! especially with cute ribbons, and the gag muffling my moans. (or my complaining when you rub the numbing cream on my clit and i can’t feel the vibrations!). and it’s unfair how you know what touch would make me squirm! with my nipples this sensitive, pinching them would make me cry out and arch my back, but the kiss and cooing travelling right to my pussy and making me wish i could squeeze my legs together, maybe jerking against the spreader bar, but no use. the spreader bar comes in handy when you start giving my clit a spanking! perfect position, my pussy exposed and leaking down my legs with each slap. that’s how much of a slut i am for a good spanking🫣 ohh and how embarrassed i would be when you show me how wet your hand got after spanking me, my cheeks red, maybe just as red as my pussy, only difference being that my pussy is also wet and puffy. just how i like it cause it makes me so sensitive!

but you know me too well, cause when my eyes lit up when i see the vibrator, obviously needy for an orgasm, you show me the numbing cream in your other hand. i’m sure you enjoy the whining that comes out muffled through the gag and the squirming, trying to get away from the cream, but you simply follow my body, until you have my clit and pussy covered in it. slowly but surely i can feel the numbing cream working, i do forget it for a second when you step closer to me, our bodies touching, my hand reaching out- oh the restraints! whimpering and tugging against them wanting to reach out and touch you, but i only get a kiss on my cheek before you push the vibrator against us. i try to moan through the gag, but it’s soon enough replaced by a whine cause i can barely feel it. “hmph” is all i can get out as i watch you mesmerized as you push yourself against the vibrator. oh how good it must feel judging by your pleased face, i try complaining and grinding my hips against the toy, but you know i can only faintly feel the toy rubbing against me, and the wetness of my own pussy while you get to cum as much as you want. you can see tears forming in my eyes from my own desperation, but you simply wipe them away or kiss them as they roll down my face, my whining getting louder with each of your orgasms, watching your legs shake with every passing orgasm, how you turn the vibrator higher but i still am unable to feel it. “pooooor babyyy” the false pity and smirk only making me pout, trying to beg through the gag, but i know i won’t be able to cum with my clit numbed. but hoping once the cream stop working that you will have mercy on my even more sensitive and swollen clit and let me cum.

but if you do plan on overstimulating me, you should probably keep me tied up with the spreader bar so you can keep sucking on my clit even when my legs start trembling and i keep telling you i can’t cum anymore🤭

(and too bad my hands would be tied up…cause if they weren’t…then i could softly trace your skin, rub over your tits, pinch your nipples…definitelyyyyy kissing them too! can’t miss out on licking over them! and taking the place of the vibrator to suck on your clit!)

[arcane-vagabond]

The Apple of My Eye

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend can't believe you've never gone apple picking...

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Excited Bob, Flirty Bob, Bob.

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: I know this one is a little on the shorter side too, but why force more when it's already so cheesy? Anyway, this is part of my Halloween/Fall one-shot collection! My inbox and requests are always open, so feel free to shoot me a message! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you like my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

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“Are you ready?” Bob asked excitedly from the driver seat. You looked over at him with a small smile, heart warming at the sight of your overly enthusiastic boyfriend. Bob didn’t often show his excitement like this, and you were one of the few people who ever got to see him in this state.

No, you’re boyfriend was a weird mix of shy and confidant, something that worked surprisingly well for him. He was confidant in his abilities, but horribly shy when it came to romance. You had been shocked when the young pilot had approached you one day during a summer day off with your mutual friends. You had always found him attractive, and everyone knew this fact, especially your long-time best friend Natasha. She had been the reason you had been enveloped into the dagger squad to begin with. You weren’t a pilot, but that didn’t seem to matter the more you spent time with the rowdy crew.

Bob had caught your eye almost immediately with the way he would duck his head and blush everytime you so much as looked his way. It was endearing, really. But what really had you falling head over heels for the man was the surprising amount of self-assuredness he had when doing things. Confidence was sexy, after all. And after months of tip-toeing around each other, the squad had worked together to come up with the perfect plan at getting Bob to ask you out. That summer day was one of the best of your entire life.

Now, you smiled softly at your boyfriend of over a year as he buzzed with excitment at the idea of your current date. He had stared at you in disbelief when you told him that you had never been apple picking, and he had decided that that was a misfortune that had to be corrected right away.

“I’m ready, Robby,” you hummed, gathering the basket at your feet. Bob got out of the car and rounded to your side, opening the door so you could get out. He was nothing, if not a gentleman. He offered you his hand, and you took it gratefully, linking your arm with his as he pushed the door closed behind you.

“You’re gonna have so much fun, Bug. I can’t believe you’ve never gone apple picking before!” He grinned. You giggled at how excited he was, moving your hand down to intertwine your fingers with his. He squeezed your hand lightly, giving you a shy smile. You hoped a day never came where that smile didn’t send a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Minutes later, the two of you were walking through rows of trees, families, friend, and couples milling about around you.

“So,” you drawled, glancing up at him. “How does this work?”

Bob’s eyes lit up, excitedly telling you about everything there was to know, and you watched him with a dreamy expression.

“So, you don’t wanna pick the apples that are already on the ground because those are for the deer and bugs,” he explained, gesturing to the many apples that littered the ground. “And then you wanna pick the apples from the outer branches because they ripen first. Oh! And don’t eat straight from the tree.”

“Why not?” You asked him.

“Because you always wanna wash your fruit first, baby. Who knows what kind of pesticides they use around here,” he replied, wrinkling his nose.

“Makes sense,” you nodded, walking up to one of the trees. “What about these?”

Bob stepped up beside you, inspecting the yellow and red apples. “You planning on doing much baking?”

“Isn’t that why we’re here picking them?” You giggled, earning a soft smile back. “Thought you would want some apple pie.”

“You gonna bake for me, sugar?” He smirked, leaning in. You hummed, brushing your nose against his.

“Would do anything for you, Robby,” you grinned, biting at your bottom lip. Bob blushed, ducking his head down in embarrassment. You let out another giggle, reaching up to pick one of the low hanging apples. Bob glanced up, reaching his hand out to stop you.

“Hold on, now,” he smiled. “There’s a trick to it. You don’t want to pull on the apple, that means it isn’t ready. You wanna find one that you can just twist-”

He gently twisted his hand around the apple, and you heard a quiet snap as the fruit broke free from the branch, his smile just as wide as yours as you looked at one another.

“And pull,” he finished, pulling the apple free and placing it gently into the basket. “You don’t wanna just toss them in either. That can bruise’em and then they’ll all go bad.”

“Look at you, Mr. Smarty-pants!” You teased, causing another blush to crawl up his cheeks. You placed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back to assess the tree in front of you. “Now, let’s get to work! There are apples to be picked and pies with your name on them waiting to be baked!”

The two of you began working your way around the lower branches, plucking and comparing apples as you quickly filled your basket. Bob took one look at you holding the heavy object, and shook his head with a frown. Worldlessly, he took the basket from your hands, replacing it with his other hand. You leaned into him with a smile, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Always the gentleman,” you gushed, and Bob looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow, eyes containing a hint of mischief.

“Always?” He hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear with a smirk. “What about when I do that one thing in the bedroom-”

“Robert Floyd!” You shrieked past a giggle, swatting his shoulder as he chuckled. “You can’t just go around saying things like that! There are children present!”

“You’ve never complained about the things I’ve said before,” he smirked, and now it was your turn to duck your head out of shyness. Bob chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as he pulled you towards the barn where the rest of the crowd was weaving in and out.

“C’mon, sugar,” he laughed. “Let’s go get some cider, yeah?”

You allowed yourself to be led to the barn, smile ever-present on your face as it usually was in the presence of the man next to you.

Yes, Bob could be shy at times, but he was a man who knew what he wanted. And what you didn’t know was that he was confidant in the fact that you were it for him, but he would wait. His mama always told him that patience was a virtue and that good things come to those who wait. He would wait forever if it meant he could keep you by his side.

[muffindaddystyles]

dark academia

Note: This's from my "choose an aesthetic and I'll do a harry writing on it." challenge. It's still open. You can inbox me your favourite ones!!!

P.S: It's kinda sentimental and awfully soft full of fluff gave me a bit sinking feeling :( 

TW MENTIONS OF DEATH.

💛

Blood-Rays of setting sun like a pearl shining upon the ocean slants through the slabs on the oak desk Y/N's sitting at studying for her mid-terms. It's Autumn. The library smells of dry lavenders and every often an aroma of biscuits pooled in butter whiffs under her nose as the librarian sitting infront of the stony fire-place relishing onto the treats petting her cat along.

She's drowned into a baggy london's fog grey coloured sweater tucked into taupe pleated skirts and her hair tressed back into a ribbon.

The world around seems cosy and warm to her as the voices billowed to mere soft hushes of rustling leaves, she almost forgot there are people around her when a pair of strong arms came wrapping around her shoulders hugging her ever tight she was never embraced this goodly before, "oof who're you?" She whispers comically akward as he has her face squished into his neck.

"Oops, wrong timeline, love." Meet Harry. He just came here to meet his girlfriend and just realized that they're not dating yet. He has time traveled to her first year of UNI and she might seems a bit off from all the bustle in her life.

He shies away when she doesn't get him and raises her brows in questioning. He's still in awe that in every era she looked beautiful.

"Mhm . . .uhm should go, take it as a free hug from me!" He spins around quickly to scramble away from her due to the embarrassment he caused to himself and not to let her show how flustered he's in her presence.

"Wait!!" She whisper yells following him and stopping him by putting her hand on his shoulder, "Would you like a cuppa of coffee, tea perhaps?" Books in her arms and a tote bag hanging at side.

"Then you could explain me your free hug policy too." His bunny nose twitched and he nods grinning. He looks so snuggly and warm — and all the words Y/N describes as a patchy cottage in the sandalwood forest.

//

"Ah! the chances of me not dying virgin seems less to me now." She jokes when Harry told her he's her boyfriend in future and her heart did a lil dance of having someone this gorgeous, "You're beautiful, candyeyed." He assures her when she thought there were faults in her that nobody seemed to be attracted to her.

Is it the pet name he calls her? She likes it.

"So . . .? You love me then, Harry?" She stirs the tea spoon not meeting his gaze and something hits her hard, swallowing her whole when his sincere voice melted in her ears.

"'Course, love you so much." She frowns taking in the tears at his bayline and it makes her stroke his knuckles, asking him in genuine concern.

"You alright?" He shakes his head sniffling the sentiments back and quickly speaks seeing his hand disappear from under her, "gotta go, bye -bye."

"Will you come to meet me, again?" She rushes and he smiles giving her a flying kiss with puckering lips, "Always candyeyed, always."

//

"You're telling me that my future self wrote letters to me present self?" She gasps with a slack jaw and Harry bobs his head happily, leaning away from the book shelf in her room to walk towards her flopping beside her.

"That's exciting and scary at the same time." She quips with a sigh snuggling to his side and when glances up he's already gazing down at her in utter fondness, "nope, you're gonna do so good." He runs his thumb over her shoulder blades and she almost melted into his touch.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Can I kiss you, my love?" She nods without taking her eyes away from him and they slip shut when Harry cupped the back of her neck bringing her closer to put his plushie mouth on her's and kiss her with reverent that nourishes in his heart everytime he sees her, it'll never die.

When she sees him vanishing she kisses him harder, "don't go this early, will miss you." He showers her in pecks promising her that he'll come to meet her to the day he's alive.

//

"What you mean to say's that I'll die? Is that soon?" Her voice wavers and Harry cuddles her closer to his chest to comfort her. Maybe, it was a bad idea telling her the truth. Indeed it was when soft sniffles and hiccups emitted from her.

"Don't cry baby. It hurts me awful." He sponges lil kisses to the dip of her neck, pinching his breath in his throat to stop himself from crying. He misses her terribly and the bed feels cold without her being in his arms.

"'M just frightened 'n, 'n I don't want to leave you." She sobs. She's a sensitive person. But, who wouldn't cry knowing they'll die early than their 60's or whatever. To divert her attention he shines light upon more beautiful moments.

"We've a gorgeous lil baby boy and he just said his first word! Wanna know what it's?" He chirps and she nods wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater, "Mama!!" It makes her inners bursts. She couldn't fathom in million years that she'd be this lucky.

"He's a mama boy then." She giggles but Harry's silence halts her and it all dawns upon her. Too late as Harry lets out ugly sobs from his lungs and it wells up her eyes too, "'m sure you're gonna a good daddy, Harry." He calms himself cupping her cheeks and tilts his chin to kiss her lips.

"I love you so much. Our baby bambi loves you so much." He lays them back under the blankets cuddling her to him and she smiles wet-ly cheek smushed over his chest as she admires him, "Guess his name?"

"Tove?" She asks with a glint of happiness, "Absolutely! I call him tovie-dovie." Their heartbeats in melancholy and sync.

"Tell him, I love him so much."

"Every day, baby. Every day."

//

She writes letters to their baby boy daily, not letting him think that he'll be forlorn of his mother's love. Special ones for his birthday's and flowers tucked in each envelope with a message of kindness and love.

//

She was bringing her tea from the kitchen to her room when she hears thump of footsteps outside it doesn't startle her anymore. Harry keeps on coming and going many times, his visits are frequent now even if they're for some hours. He teases her that she'll forget about him after meeting the one with her present timeline and she always kisses him affectionately with a murmur, "Doesn't matter all Harry's belongs to me."

The cup falls on the carpet and it leaves the stain but she doesn't care as harry stands infront of her with a boy who looks exactly like her and got mellowness of hazel in his irirses, he looks upto his father at the visible shock they influenced her and Harry just cooes at him.

"C'mon bubba mama's waiting to cuddle ye' up." He pats his head and urges him forward. His smile bright as Y/N hunches on her knees and opens her arms to embrace her darling, "Mama!" He toddles excitedly to her and it made her cry more.

The moment he was in her arms she knew nothing mattered anymore and it was worth dying for this bundle of joy in her arms, "Mama." He again babbles caressing his face against her cheek as she hugged him for dear life.

"Tovie turned two and he time travels too." Harry explains and god knows how much effort harry put in to teleport them together at the same timeline.

"Yes, my love, my dear life 'm your mama. I love you so much bubby." She smacks loud kisses all over his soft baby face and he giggles at the top of his chest stopping her. "Happy birthday, Tovis, how bout we celebrate!?" She just kept on kissing her baby knowing that she wouldn't be able to do it after he'll born.

"Love you mama." The poor bug wanted to say this loud for so long.

"Me to bubby, me too."

Harry swipes them two in a big blankety hug and anoggles them tightly to his chest making them laugh terribly loud, "Me too!!" He squeaks cheekily smothering them in kisses and they think they'll figure out how to find happiness.

[balmasedas]

THE TRUTH.

(SHAWN MENDES).

WARNINGS: ANGST, SWEARING.

WORD COUNT: 2,5K.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Haven't written for a while so it may be shitty. This is my first imagine here, so I hope you enjoy it! Please make me know if you do so, maybe I'll make a part 2. :')

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Thank god for makeup and alcohol. People like you needed it. Well, people in your situation, you deduced, cause it wasn't part of your nature to get extremely drunk. A radical change of plans, a sudden turn in the oceanic currents —you were sure many could relate.

But, then again, how many were secretly dating a superstar? And how many had to bear their lovers being publicly, and falsely, in another relationship? A better question was: How many of them could get through it? You had done it for over almost a year now. Six months of being silent —no, muted. You were a shadow, a secret.

You had done everything you could. When Shawn had asked if it was ok, you had nodded. You knew that success was part of his dream, and if a little white lie could contribute to that, then... whatever, right? After all you hadn't gone public and it was supposed to be only for a while. Two months top.

But two months turned into three. Your pleasent smiles turned into frowns. Silence turned into screams and discussions with him that drained you completely of energy. "I'm your girlfriend.", "I'm your boyfriend and you should support me.", and yada, yada, yada.

Then Shawn wasn't living with you anymore. He was on tour and you would've been fine with it if you hadn't went through tons of pictures of him passionately kissing Camila, walking hand-to-hand literally everywhere. And you started to wonder if they were even pretending anymore.

Apparently not.

Your first therapy was to dance to music in the apartment that you shared and pretend to not worry about it, but his scent was everywhere. Memories were too hunting, thoughts were too loud and your cries were unstoppable.

A club was the second obvious choice, you decided that night.

The first half of it you were with your friends, and yet you still felt utterly lonely.

The second part, you drank it all, and you felt carelessly free. Everyone was beautiful, everyone was your friend. The lights were pretty, the music was great and you were fucking ecstatic. No Shawn Mendes.

"Two Marg–marga shit ass." you laughed at your own word game. The bartender knew you should call it a night but who was he to deny you more poison? You recieved the drink and struggled to catch the straw with your tongue.

"Here." a hand appeared from your left and helped you take the straw with your mouth. You drank a bit and looked who was the misterious assistent: A guy. He looked older than you, thought the lights and your drunkness forbid you of guessing his age with more precision. You could, though, see his mocking and handsome smile. "You're a mess."

You smirked. "I'm single." Yes, shamelessly flirt, go fuck him and make Shawn pay.

"You are?" Unfortunately, you weren't that drunk. And you went from happy drunk to sad drunk.

"No. I'm not–tsk." you pouted. "I have a boyfriend." your forehead wrinkled "I think."

"What do you mean?"

"He's a celebrity and that shit. Shawn Mendezzz? You know him?" The name rang a bell, apparently. More than it, because the man's posture completely shifted.

"Yeah." he nodded. "And don't get me wrong, you're beautiful, but you aren't his girlfriend. Unlless you're Camila Cabello." that sparked anger inside of you.

"Of courrrrrse not, shtupid!" you poked his chest. Then you proceeded to clumsily reach inside your dress, between your breasts, and took out your phone. The device read your fingerprint and you shoved it in his face. "Look!" you weren't anymore aware of what you were really doing. You just smiled proudly at the photo of you and Shawn kissing in front of a beach sunset. It was your favorite picture. One of the last ones you had taken months ago, when both of you were still happy. "Yeah, Carmela Cabitch is only a– a promo! She's fake and shit!" you went to your inbox and looked for Shawn's chat. "Here! lmao! See?" You showed him his messages, where you talked of the PR stunt, of how he promised it would all be over soon. You were too busy laughing hysterically to notice this guy taking his phone out. "I'm a fucking no one so!" you shrugged, happily. As if you had no choice. He laughed with you and asked for a round of something, that you didn't hear, but when the glass of alcohol was set in front of you, you welcomed it.

He raised his cup towards you, "Cheers for... the truth. May everyone hear it soon."

You giggled and cheered with him. "Whatever dude." you emptied your glass. And you kept drinking and drinking. The man was with you for the rest of the night. He was fun, actually. You had fun.

So much fun that you let him keep your phone until you said goodbye.

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There was a buzz. An annoying and incesant buzz. You had heard it too many times for not being able to recognize it as your own phone but you were too tired to do something about it. Your face was buried in the pillow, you were spread like a starfish on the bed with one leg hanging over the side. Too comfy to move.

You groaned when you had to stretch your arm and reject the person who was calling you non-stop. You thought you had found peace for your headache finally, but the phone started vibrating again. And you were fucking done. Your reached for it and squinted your eyes for the sudden light in your eyes. You thought your sleepy state had fooled you at first and made you see things that weren't there but a few blinks confirmed what was right in front you.

Over 5K twitter notifications.

Over 1K on Instagram.

Hundreds of messages.

Dozens of missed calls from Shawn, your best friend, your mom.

You quickly sat up. You brushed the hair out of your face. You suddenly felt sick and it wasn't because of the hangover. You had a bad feeling cause that didn't happen unless something was really, really wrong.

You went to your messages. Your mom was asking if you were okay, she was worried, "it's not your fault" she stated. Your bestfriend had texted "hmu as soon as you read this.". She had also called you a few times. Then your dad and last, but not least, Shawn. You were extremely anxious. His calls and messages were the most, and he was the one you'd rejected a few minutes ago. If something was wrong, it had too do with him:

"Y/N."

"Y/N pick up."

"R u ok?"

"How could you do this?"

"You fucked up. You fucked us all up."

"Jesus Christ, pick up!"

"What the fuck?" You murmured. Your hand went from your stomach to your mouth. You opened twitter, cause everytime something happened it was there first. 'Shawn Mendes' was trending, 'Camila' too, your fucking name was trending third and in 5th place was the word 'PR'.

You immediatly knew what it was, but how?

You started reading the tweets involving your boyfriend.

"I knew Shawmila was PR!!!1 I called it first but lol, how could Shawn's gf sell him like that. Yikes"

"Y/N was clearly jealous but how can you fucking expose your boyfriend?????? like????? You agreed to it, didn't you?"

"I know it was fake, but Shawn was better with Camila than a snake like Y/N. #Facts"

And the tweets got worst and worst, but not a million of them could prepare you to see your pictures all over twitter. Your photos kissing Shawn, him with your family. The screenshots of your texts. His and your intimacy violated by the world. The insults did nothing in comparision of the pain you felt then.

In the middle of desperation, you started wondering what did you do wrong, if anything could compromise your privacy the night before and suddenly everything came back: The man. The man stole your shit straight from your phone. You were so stupid, so drunk you didn't noticed.

Your hand went from your core to your face. You sprinted to the bathroom and emptied everything from your stomach on the toilet.

You were there for a few minutes, lying on the floor, crying, to weak to get up. Your phone started buzzing again, and you were ready to ignore it again when you remembered: "Shawn." you got up so fast you almost tripped. You put on a hoodie and pants over your pijama, went to the living room and dialed Shawn's number. You had to talk to him. You needed to explain yourself desperately.

"Please, pick up, pick up, pick up." you mumbled while searching your shoes. Suddenly, a ringing echoed in your apartment. And not any ringing, Shawn's. It was Shawn's tone for your calls.

You turned your head and there he was: Coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water. You would've jumped to his arms, it would've been normal if it wasn't for his face. You've never seen like that. You wish you never did.

"Shawn I–" you started but he stopped you midsentence.

"Had to take a flight all the way from Japan just to be here." he offered you the water and you drank it, with the pill that luckily would help with the headache. He observed you in silence. You felt little under his eyes, painfully ashamed of what was happening. You couldn't stop the tears from flowing again and sobbing with the glass still in your mouth. "Don't, please. You'll choke."

He gently took the glass away from you and you covered your face.

"I'm so sorry. I–I–"

"You what? Y/N" any hopes of discussing with calmness dissapeared when he raised his voice. You couldn't hold in your sadness and he couldn't hide hise anger. "Do you know what this means?! For all of us?!" you crossed your arms over your stomach.

"I saw it."

"You saw it? They're destroying you. Look." Shawn turned the TV on and did a quick zapping over most of the news channel. Half of them focused on Shawn and Camila's stunt, half of them focused on you. You tensed your jaw and looked at an empty point on the floor. Shawn said something else, but you couldn't focuse on his words as you recalled what started it all.

"How much more can I be destroyed?" you whispered. Shawn turned the TV off and looked at you, somewhere between concerned and taken aback.

"What?"

"Yeah, you heard well. What's a bit more of pain? I mean, everybody is hating me but at least they know who I am, right?" Shawn scrubbed his face and you could practically see the words inside his mind: Not again. But weren't you telling the truth? You wouldn't be in that situation if it wasn't for the contract extending that long. If Shawn had the decency to not push you to a side, you wouldn't have gotten drunk and the secret wouldn't be out.

"We already went through this!"

"No we didn't!" you screamed. Shawn stared at you speechless "We didn't talk it out! You just avoided it, and avoided it until I wasn't part of the picture anymore." At this point your face was drenched in tears. The sobs were painful but, at the same time, you felt free. You had contain your anguish for too long.

"You know I had no choice!"

"Yes you did!" you poked his chest with anger "You had the choice of calling me, of reaching out to me! You were travelling the world with Camila and I suddenly didn't existed. The contract said you had to pretend to be with her, not stop loving me."

"I never stopped loving you, what the hell are you talking about? I kept in touch with you."

You laughed. For the first time you laughed, but it wasn't filled with joy. You were frustrated, furious. You advanced a few steps and stood before him, chest to chest.

"You bet?" you asked low "Pick up your phone, Shawn." no movement. "Pick up you god damn phone. You'll find my fucking texts, my fucking calls and only fucking me caring for us."

"I forgot to call you a few times. That. Was. It."

"That was it." you repeat, nodding with your head, as you finally understand. "Then this is it."

Shawn blinked a few times.

"What?" he mumbled. Your eyes got teary, his too. You don't have to watch it anymore as you strode to your bedroom.

You grabbed a suitcase from your closet and started throwing some clothes in it. Shawn called your name a few times and stopped at that door.

"What are you doing?" he asked. You knew his tones enough to guess that he's scared.

"Going to my mom's. We're done." you laughed and corrected yourself "I'm done."

"What? No, no, no. This isn't over. If anything I should be the one quitting, you fucked this all by selling me." you turned abruptly, but your voice wasn't strong or determined. If it was even possible, something else shattered inside of you. You knew he was affected by happened, but never did you imagined that he'd believe what they were saying.

"You really think I am capable of hurting you on purpose?" you choked out a sob. Tears started falling again.

What he didn't said was enough. You slowly nodded.

"Y/N" he murmured, when you grabbed the suitcase and passed beside him. You walked to the door and his voice, again, this time did stop you. "Y/N, stay. Let's talk. Please."

You vaguely dried the tears on your face with your hand and turned around. It took all of your strength to look at him.and talk: "I was drunk. Was it my fault? Maybe. I don't know. Maybe I should've not drown myself in alcohol. But there were two people in this relationship. I tried to talk to you and you just didn't listen. You just didn't—" Shawn was crying now. His jaw was locked, his hands tugging tightly his hair. You wished you could erase that image from your head.

"Please, Y/N. Shit! I'm so sorry. We can work this out. I believe you, baby, but don't go. I beg."

You smiled with a certain nostalgia. Your memories were holding you in, hope had it's role too. But was there really hope for you both? If he really loved you, you both wouldn't be standing there. If he really loved you, he would've taken five minutes of his day to talk to you. Your heart was aching, and you've had enough. It was the fact that he evidently didn't love you that made you took a step out.

You slowly closed the door, but not before hearing his now-loud cries. "Goodbye, Shawn."

[aguecheek]

Yo, I took your quiz and I loved it!! The question about who deserved better wrecked me!!! It was so good and Romeo and Juliet did deserve so much better and that isn’t a take I see enough. I got the found family trope and it was very accurate except I’m pretty close with my mom and sister and always have been. Familial love is my jam though like since I understood what it was I wanted it for me and any kids I would have. The shape of it has changed a bit but I yearn for it rather desperately. That is the main reason I project found family onto literally everyone because I believe that everyone deserves that unconditional love. Everytime I think about it for more than like a minute I start to tear up so I’m now going to talk about how much I adored your Percy/Carter fic!!! The instant connection was brilliant and a trope I adore. The neurodivergent club!!!! ❤️❤️ Also describing Frank as the lactose intolerant cousin was great and his reaction was beautiful! I love how they each kept explaining away increasingly weird shit because this is my mortal boyfriend. I agree that the both being magical or whatever trope is tragically and chronically underused but I love it every time. Sadie just straight up saying she lost her clothes and boomerang by dropping them down the toilet was hilarious and made me laugh out loud. The running joke or gag or whatever with not going into the other’s territory was amusing as all get out too. I have been grinning and giggling since finishing the fic and would look crazy too anyone else but it was so sweet and well written. Also Carter’s and Percy’s mirrored faith that their relationship would survive the revelation of gods and monsters was so very beautiful and heartwarming. This fic had such a gratifying ending and while I would adore any additions to the ‘verse with my whole heart the current content doesn’t feel incomplete to me. Anyway long story short I love you and your content a lot and look forward to seeing anything new!!! PS - I’m writing this at 6:30 in the morning on hour like 18 of being up so sorry if it is a little too rambling or incoherent. I just have lots of emotions when tired and not a lot of filter!! :) -🖤🤍💜

Im sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this!! ive just been leaving it in my inbox because it makes me happy kjabhfjkbhvksjbc thanks so much for all your kind words!!! im so glad u enjoyed the uquiz, romeo and juliet deserved so much better, and found family goes SO HARD its such a good trope. Thank you so much for reading it!!!! I am so so passionate about the autistic carter and sadie headcanon i know im just projecting but also the coding is THERE. neurodivergent club!!!!!!!!!! djfbvajdfbh i am so so glad that you enjoyed it so much, it was a super self-indulgent write so i never expected it to get the love it did, but it seriously makes me so happy to hear from people who enjoyed it. thank you so so so much for your kind message and for sticking around, it really means the world :))

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hope you’re still doing this, alluther for otp questions please !

I have other OTP question requests in my inbox that were asked before this but I saw some Alluther backlash lately and I???? Love them a lot?????? So I will do them first!

Which one sexts like a straight white boy?

I may sound like a broken record but listen, can anyone see Luther texting like a straight white boy? Anyone? Especially with Allison, like, he is so soft with her! Always!

Maybe with Diego he would bicker via text or playfully insult him (like ‘already eaten some raw eggs today?’ - ‘idk, have you watched some good nature documentaries lately?’) but with Allison it’s more like:

Luther: “Hey Allison, I know you’re probably asleep right now because of the different time zones, but I just thought about you and wanted to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman on this earth. I am so glad out of everyone out there - all the people who are better than me - you still chose me. I love you.”

And this just happens all the time. No matter if they just saw each other, or were having a phone call a few minutes prior - or even had a skype convo, because sometimes this relationship feels more long distance than anything else and it’s tearing Allison up inside - Luther willl just casually text Allison and just make her fall in love with him all over.

To get back to the original question: I believe Allison could text like a straight white boy, but I don’t think she does it when she’s texting with Luther - because Luther’s texts are just so wholesome, she could never ‘ruin’ that by trying to sext like that. Also, she probably has had her fair share of creepy guys trying to get laid by contacting her like that and most of the time, she doesn’t have any urge to replicate their messages.

(And if we talk about general sexting….do you think they would sext? In my opinion, maybe they’d start with some texts back and forth, slowly building up to…something, but eventually, they’d probably switch to calling each other. Simply because it’s easier for Allison to take control that way, and it’s more of a reassurance for Luther that what he’s saying is working for Allison, that he’s not miserably failing at another thing he doesn’t have any experience with.

Also they simply miss each other’s voices, okay?).

Which one cried during a fucking disney movie?

Both. Luther cries easily and he’s an ugly crier. Allison, on the other hand, is an actress, she can mask her feelings fairly well.

If she wanted to, she could seem totally untouched by whatever’s happening on screen and surely there had been a time - not long ago - where she would’ve perfected her stony/bored expression and carefully guarded any of her emotions, not letting them slip out, but around Luther?

She’s safe around Luther, she can be herself around him. Always could. So why shouldn’t she let go? Why not let her tears flow freely as the princess finds her prince on screen, fights for her right to be happy?

Why not glance over at Luther and Claire, cuddled up with Claire halfway asleep, head on Luther’s chest, Luther quietly talking to her about his favourite parts of the movie, about the pretty dress the princess is wearing, about her bravery and how he admires that.

Why not take in that sight, the two of them looking like a little family - the family Allison always wished for - and letting some more tears escape?

Why not accept the tissues Luther offers to her with a grateful smile instead of wiping them away with her shirt sleeve, pretending they were never there.

Like Allison doesn’t have any weaknesses.

Like Allison isn’t human.

Who put a goddamned fork in the microwave?

I would like to think that out of all the siblings, Allison and Luther are the Mum and Dad friends, respectively, but honestly, all of them have big dumbass energy.

I don’t think Allison even knows putting the fork in the microwave is a thing (I didn’t know before this ask game, actually!), so she probably wouldn’t give into temptation but when Luther does it and films the result, she totally watches it.

She’s mostly amused but still pretends to be mad at Luther for ruining the microwave.

(She gives him the cold shoulder for about 5 minutes before Luther scoops her up and tickles her and she’s a happy, giggling mess.

Allison, laughing loudly while Luther kisses her temple: “I am STILL mad.”

Luther: “So you want me to stop?”

Allison, pulling him close: “I didn’t say that!”)

Who does the silly hands-over-the-eyes “Guess who” thing?

Both!

Oh my god, totally both of them!

They’re so adorable! Just- Allison reaching up, going onto her tiptoes to reach Luther’s face, settling her hands over Luther’s eyes gently, pressing herself into Luther’s back to get close enough to whisper: “Guess who, baby?”

(Diego has watched this multiple times and everytime -without fail - Luther’s whole face lights up and he just says, in the most lovestruck voice ever: “Allison.”)

(At that point, Allison usually slides next to Luther, one arm still around him, and kisses his cheek).

When Luther does it, it’s less smooth and more so eager. He doesn’t even wait for her to answer, he just spins her around, hands framing her face and then they stare at each other like dumbasses before Five fake coughs to get them to maybe not widely smile at each other right in front of their salad.

Who puts their cold hands/feet on their partner?

Allison.

We have - well, I have talked about how Luther has problems with temperature regulation, but I feel like he would be less obnoxious about it?

Like, Allison feels more like the type to purposefully walk up to Luther and stick her ice cold hands down Luther’s sweater or sneak them under his shirt and press them against his back/stomach.

Luther hardly notices because he’s cold all the time anyway, but he still yelps because he’s a bit self-conscious about certain body parts. He relaxes when he hears Allison giggle tho. Allison is allowed to touch.

(Not to derail a wholesome post but I can totally see Allison doing that for the first time and Luther reflexively juts his elbow out and breaks her nose or gives her a black eye. He is terribly sorry and spoils her for a whole week, but Allison has had worse injuries due to training before. If she wanted to, she could even rumour the pain away, but she doesn’t do that anymore. Instead, she allows Luther to gently kiss the swollen parts of her face and stroke her hair while apologizing yet again).

Who had that embarassing Reality TV marathon?

Both.

Allison knows half the celebs on those shows and Luther loves listening to her talk about them, like:

“I know her from a gala, she did coke in the backroom while I was doing my make up. Seemed nice.”

“She was the one with the dickhead of a boyfriend I told you about. Seems like she finally left him. Good for her.”

“I like her.” - “Her? No, no, trust me. She’s a real bitch.”

(Sorry that Hollywood sounds so depressing, lmao, I’m just saying, Allison probably saw some shit).

But, lbr, Luther would do anything just to be close to Allison, be in the same room as her and be able to listen to her talk. He is very, very smitten with her.

(Additionally, Allison probably gets drunk on wine, lounging around in her sweat pants and throwing popcorn at the screen, the alcohol making her giggly and cuddly and it’s- it’s just very cute).

Who laughs more during sex?

Allison.

(Watch me really monopolizing on how soft and cute Allison is, askajsj).

Allison is ticklish and Allison is a person who just smiles and giggles and laughs when she’s happy and Luther makes her happy, so why not?

So please just imagine Allison on the bed with Luther on top of her, kissing along her neck while Allison laughs quietly, carding her hands through his hair and laughing even harder when Luther leans up to kiss her nose. Imagine Allison still giggling while wrapping his legs around Luther, arms around his neck, pressing kisses to his cheeks and his eyelids and his temples.

“I love you,” said with so much warmth and a visible smile in her voice.

“I love you so much.”

WHO IS THE LITTLE SPOON?

There is no little spoon. It’s cuddle anarchy as they decide to sleep face to face like complete mad men. Luther’s mouth pressed to Allison’s hairline, Allison with her arm around Luther’s waist.

(They always sleep in the same bed when Allison is in town, even when they had a fight. Even when it was a bad fight. They’ll sleep back to back, trying not to touch and still pressing their backs together. Eventually finding their way into each other’s arms after all, because they can’t stay mad at each other for long and they both know that they belong together.

Knew it since they were kids).

[jetandthebennies]

Into You (8/?)

Summary- Where Tom is kind enough to share his new ideas for you little game.

AN- Just gonna try and do one more chapter, who knows it may turn out good and then if it’s alright I might carry this series on, simply because it’s my favourite one I’ve written so far.

ALSO please don’t be scared to talk to me! I love getting random messages and stuff! And please inbox me if you wanna be in the tags for this series OR my permanent tag or I’ll forget to add you.

PART SEVEN  REQUESTS  PROMPTS

You hadn’t heard anything from Tom. Not a text, phone call or some indirect comment to the press. Nothing, and to be honest that’s what made you want his attention yet again. You didn’t like being throw away, whilst he was clearly enjoying his time with his new ‘chick’.

Yet at the same time you didn’t care he was with someone else, because he always came running back to you. Plus, it was brilliant watching him practically burning with jealousy whilst watching you leave with someone else. Of course, you’d much rather be leaving with him too, but for now Darren would do...

Speaking of Darren, you haven’t had a moment peace from him, he was constantly by your side and never seemed to get your message that you wanted to be alone for a bit. He had been glued to your side since the last time you’d seen Tom, and as nice as he was, everytime you saw him you couldn’t help but think how much you’d rather it was Tom instead.

That’s why you loved days like these. Days when you’d be locked away in your trailer until you were needed on set. Playing music a little too loudly, dancing around in some shorts and a vest top, making food and singing into the wooden spoon you’d been stirring the mac and cheese with.

You were finally alone, and it was bliss. You didn’t have to worry about looking over your back to see if the paps were following, which they usually were. You didn’t have to think about impressing people, the only person you had to see today was Sean so he could practice your hair for a scene tomorrow. The only thing you had to do was run lines, and that was completely fine.

“Okay ladies, now let’s get in-”

“Good moves.”

“Holy shit!”

To say the voice startled you would be an understatement, it scared the shit out of you. You didn’t know how long they had been there, how they got in (as you never heard footsteps) or who the hell it was. 

Placing a hand over you chest, you could practically feel your heart threatening to jump out, and you turned to face the intruder. You weren’t really surprised when you came face to face with Tom, his lips in a slight smirk and his eyes glistening. 

You could feel his eyes wandering your choice of outfit, the bralette showing your stomach. But with him temporarily distracted at some of our exposed skin, you took the opportunity to admire him, after all it had been so long since you’d seen him natural. Without the fancy suits, his hair all done and cameras constantly surrounding him. Sure, there were multiple pictures from his time in New York, but nothing could beat the real thing standing in front of you.

His hair was in small curls, obviously not gelled back like it usually was, and you couldn’t help but remember the days when you two used to sit in front of the television, watching FRIENDS and how you used to run your hands through them. 

He was wearing some sort of grey joggers, which you hated to say, but he looked pretty damn good in them, and the navy t-shirt he was wearing was far too tight. Not that you were really complaining though, it showed out the defined muscles you knew he had underneath.

“My eyes are up here.”

You looked up to see him smiling slightly, and if you had focused harder, you probably would’ve noticed the slight blush on his cheeks. But you instead turned your back to him, stirring your lunch which was still on the hob.

“But so is the rest of your face so I’d rather not look.”

You picked up the spoon which you’d placed on the counter just before Tom  had decided to give you a heart attack. As you decided the cheesy goodness was finally done, after waiting for what felt like forever, you poured it into a  bowl and reached for a fork. When you turned to go and sit on the couch, you saw Tom had taken your previous spot.

If it was anyone else, you wouldn’t of cared that much. But it was Tom and you knew that he sat there on purpose, because he could tell that’s where you were sitting as the cushions were all rumpled. Plus you always sat on the far right of the sofa, even without knowing, it’s just where you felt comfiest. So he figured that if he sat there, you’d have to sit next to him. You didn’t though, you plopped down in the middle, crossing your legs and focusing on the TV, trying to ignore Tom’s stare on your face.

It was a good twenty minutes before Tom finally decided to something, and you almost thanked him. As good of an actress you were, it was hard to look like you were interested in car adverts when you couldn’t even technically drive in this country.

He reached forward, towards the coffee table, and grabbed the TV remote, turning it off. Then sat back watching you as you tried to look angry.

“Hey, asshole, I was watching-”

“No you weren’t.”

You sighed, placing your now empty bowl where the remote was just a few moments ago, and rubbing your eyes finally turning to him.

“No I wasn’t,”

He wore a proud smile on his face, getting you to admit your lie, which used to take him hours to get out of you, but whatever that was then this is now.

“Why are you here anyway?”

Tom clapped his hands together loudly, making a sound that bounced throughout your trailer and scaring you a little. 

“I want rules.”

“Excuse me?”

He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends slightly. You could tell by the way he was fiddling with the loose thread on cushion that was in his lap that he was pretty nervous. Which was unusual of him because he always came off as a quite confident person.

“Rules, for the game I suggested.”

A small blush didn’t go unnoticed by Tom when he brought up that night at the BAFTAS, and your eyes instantly going to your lap, trying to forget how good h looked that night.

“What ‘game’ is this?”

“A jealousy game let’s say.”

Clearing your throat, you got the courage to look up at him, and was surprised to see there was no ghost of a smirk or any hint he was taking the piss. He being deadly serious, and the look gave you a small butterflies.

“Okay, what rules.”

“First one to admit they’re jealous, or miss the other, lose. We have three months and if nothing happens we say goodbye to everything we used to be-”

That made your heart skip a beat. Say goodbye to everything we used to be, that meant forgetting everything. All the memories you treasure, all that time you spent with him. The late nights and early mornings, being cooped up together away from the rest of the world. All gone.

“And we tell no one-”

Just when you opened your mouth, Tom seemed to know exactly what you were going to say, and jumped in before you could.

“Including Sean, I know what you two are like, and what he’s like. The whole of LA would know in a matter of minutes.”

A small giggle escaped your lips, and a chuckle left his. And suddenly you wanted what you had so recklessly let go. 

Him.

You wanted him to be yours again, but he wasn’t, and that was your own fault you knew it. But this could be your chance to get him back.

“What does the winner get?”

“Anything.”

You didn’t need much more convincing, so you once again acted recklessly without thinking, only this time it could work in your favour.

“I think we have a deal.”

“Get ready to lose, Y/L/N.”

“Oh please, we both know you’re the biggest loser here.”

I just realised how alike this series is to a book I did on Wattpad about Sebastian Stan, oh well...

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