#take me back to this weekend :((( pleaseeee

[httpiastri]

Can you post your profile pic please 🤍

of course bb 😚

also wanna add the full video because just the screenshot isn't enough…….

the fact that it's pepe he's doing it to makes it so much more special 😭😭

[lux-astrorum]

lying on my bed at 6pm bc it's finally the weekend and the last two weeks have been some bullshit

[yanderefarm]

I NEED. another part of that achilles x sadistic make reader thing PLEASEEEE

cw;; nsft language, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort, suffocation

ok i wanna write this idea i had so im putting it here bc im attaching the actual part 2 to another ask.

this was supposed to be filthy femboy achilles sending you sexy videos. it got away from me bad.

your lovely partner is a hard worker even with his proclivity for perversion he very rarely ignores work to get off. usually you two maintain a healthy balance, work and play and on weekends you get him for the more extreme play, but he's out of town. his father needed him to go take care of somethings in another city a plane ride away leaving you without your lovely boyfriend's company for the time being.

the first few days coming home without him being there was strange. it was strange to not have him on his knees at your feet, or curled up in your arms, or tied to your metal slab. you hadn't even realized how much your life had become entangled with his until he was gone. you still texted him every day but you were really starting to get lonely. i mean... his texts leave something to be desired.

'good morning.'

'good night'

'i had an avocado and banana smoothie for breakfast.'

'im working'

'please don't call me at this time.'

it's bad enough that in person he looks like a lifeless robot sometimes, why does he text like one too? you could get more emotion from an alexa. you've been trying to be understanding because you know he's just that kind of person but it didn't help your loneliness. you were trying to call him at night before he went to bed just to hear his voice.

'please don't call me at this time.'

that message was really starting to piss you off. you couldn't be nice anymore.

'answer your fucking phone or im going to bleed you.'

it took a few minutes, about 10 to be exact, for your phone to ring. you immediately picked it up about to scold him for his lack of communication when you heard his harsh breathing on the other side. you could recognize it as how he usually sounded after something intense.

"chilles? are you ok?" your brow furrowed in worry.

"m okay" his words slurred slightly which usually meant he was fucked out.

"... you wanna try again? maybe this time tell me what bitch you're fucking?" your eye twitched in anger.

"m not-"

"im not stupid. you've been barely talking to me this whole week, you won't answer my calls, and now you sound like you just got your ass pounded. so you wanna try again? one more chance before i start sharpening my knife."

you heard him struggle to take a breath before finally letting out a pathetic little whimper. "m sorry, sir."

you let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through your hair, gripping a handful of it as your anger became overwhelming. here you were being lonely and worried and missing him! and this stupid whore was out in another city running around with some bitch.

".... so. is this another attempt to get your throat slit or do you just.. not... care?" fuck you hated how your voice started to crack at the end.

"i.. i would gladly accept your punishment. i tried to resist for as long as I could."

"you fuckin-! yeah! you poor thing must have been so fucking hard for you to resist that!" you were messing up your hair as you rubbed at your head like you were trying to scrub him from your mind.

"im sorry sir. i know im a disappointment."

"disappointment?! that doesn't even begin to describe it!"

"im... im sorry... i didn't realize you would be so angry." you heard him make a hesitant sound before he spoke again. "we'll be here another week and I'll try to behave until we return."

you dropped your hand from your hair instead rubbing the bridge of your nose. tears were starting to gather in your eyes.

"don't bother coming back here. next time i see you you'd be lucky if i don't actually kill you."

you heard a strangled noise on the other side of the phone.

"no... please please, i know im bad. im the trash beneath your shoes. im disgusting and vile. but please please please" you could hear his voice cracking as he started to quietly cry.

you hated how it pulled at your heart.

"you should have thought about that before you 'couldn't resist'." you heard your own voice sounding rough and raw.

"i... i didn't think a toy would make you this angry i-"

"a what."

"a -a toy? the-the toy i bought..."

".... im gonna fucking murder you. you bought a sex toy??"

"yes-! im sorry. im sorry i knew i shouldn't have. i should have just waited. im sorry."

"you..." you couldn't help but laugh as tears fell down your cheeks. "fuck you're stupid."

"im sorry i know. im sorry."

"shut up. jesus... i thought you were cheating on me moron."

"i would never?? i-??" he sounded so genuinely confused.

"you've been avoiding me all week, chilles. you won't take my calls, you text me like a robot, and when I finally hear your voice you're all... horny."

"ive been very busy... every night ive had to go to different nightclubs for meetings... you always manage to call when im trying to be intimidating and I know i wouldn't be able to compose myself if I heard your voice."

"and tonight? you did it again."

"i... i should have answered but i knew i was misbehaving. .....and it would have been hard to speak."

"what were you doing? don't spare the details. i don't want room for more misunderstanding."

you heard him swallow hard.

"i bought the largest... silicone penis... they had at the store. i used some spare rope to tie a noose to the closet and then i put a chair with the toy in it underneath the noose. you called right when i started..."

"you're such a freak. jesus..." you wiped the last of the tears from your face. you let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into the couch. "you shoulda just answered i would have talked you through it."

"i was embarrassed and ashamed of myself... i knew you would be angry"

"yeah i think being convinced you were cheating on me is much better."

"i would never cheat on you. you're the only thing that holds meaning to me. you are my god, i only continue to exist by your will."

"there you go saying weird shit again."

"i mean it... my whole being is only for you. you're not my soulmate you're the owner of my soul. i wish you would carve me open and live inside my skin only then would i be close enough to you." you heard him whine softly.

"freak. ...i miss you. so much. i guess it's getting to my head not being able to hear you say your weird shit and worship me every day."

"i miss you so deeply... i feel empty and purposeless without you. even sexual gratification was empty..."

"did you finish?"

"yes... im.. im still sitting on it. i just removed the noose so i could talk to you."

"perv. c'mon baby boy drag yourself off that thing. it's bath time."

you heard him shift slightly most likely shivering.

"will you... guide me through bath time?"

"yeah. it'll help me relax too."

"thank you, sir. i love you."

you let out another sigh. you could feel your heart swell at his words spoken so softly with only the slightest of warmth. it was like you were freezing because his slight warmth seeped into your heart and spread through every inch of your body.

"i love you too."

BONUS;;

achilles: i don't really sound like a robot do i?

sadist darling: sorry babe. you're super roboty.

achilles: ive been trying to be sweet and text you everyday....

sadist darling: .... just add 1 emoji babe. it'll do you wonders.

achilles: like this..? ⛓️ good morning ⛓️

sadist darling: .because you're chained to me? is that right?

achilles: yes. 🧎

sadist darling: i take it back no more emojis.

[gracieheartspedro]

I Can See You

PART 3 is HERE!

joel miller x fem! reader

Hi lovers! Sorry this took so long, life got busy and ADHD is a bitch. But here it is! My next post will probably be a different drabble/one-shot. If you have any requests, PLEASE hit me up! I am open to a bunch of different ideas!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ pleaseeee, DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (the reader is 25, Joel is 39), joel is a bad cook, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, pet names, tons of dirty talk.

Outline: She gets invited over for dinner and a movie night? Just a movie, huh?

PART 1 PART 2

“So Joel told me he’s coming over today,” Dad says from across the dining room table as I eat my breakfast, “With Sarah?”

I stop and chew slower, trying to hold back a smirk.

Ever since we fucked in the conference room, I’ve been texting Joel every day. Sometimes it was naughty sexts and other times it was him asking how my day was going and what my weekend plans were.

A couple of days ago, he called me instead of texting, which was odd. He asked if Sarah could come swim in our pool because she wouldn’t stop asking about it. 

So I agreed, telling him that Saturdays were the best day for me. I also told him he had to be around just in case anything happened and I wouldn't be 100% liable for Sarah’s well-being. 

“Yeah, I told her she could come over and swim in the pool. She wanted to practice her backstroke.”

He smiles, “Nice for you to have her over, but are you okay with it just being y’all? I can stay home from this conference so I can entertain Joel.”

I shake my head quickly. Maybe a bit too quickly.

“No dad, it’s fine,” I take a sip of orange juice, “They will only be here for the afternoon. It’s not worth you missing two days in Houston. You need to go.”

He takes my word for it and hurries to finish his breakfast. He should’ve left at 6am, but here we are at 10 and he’s still not left. I texted Joel under the table as soon as he took his plate to the sink. 

Pops is still here. You and Sarah are welcome as soon as he leaves.

I bring my half-finished eggs to the trash, scooping them into bin. 

“Do you need me to leave my credit card?”

I shake my head, “No, it’s fine. Joel is buying us pizza in return of allowing Sarah to use our pool.”

“You better not have told him we needed something in return of using the goddamn pool,” Dad fusses, “He is always welcome to it. God knows you hardly use it.”

I roll your eyes, “No, I didn’t say that to him.”

I actually told him that he could bend me over the kitchen counter in return for using the pool. 

I feel my phone buzz. 

From: Joel Miller

Can’t wait to see you, baby.

–

Dad left, and not even an hour later, Joel pulled up with Sarah in his truck. He was sporting some black swim trunks and gray t-shirt. Sarah giddily got out of the truck, sporting a pink one piece and flip flops. She hurried to the door, where she found me sporting the skimpiest bikini I owned. 

It was a red triangle bikini top and the cheekiest bottoms in my collection. Something very casual. 

Sarah gave me a warm smile, racing into the house and to the back sliding doors. It’s like she knew exactly where to go. Joel took his time grabbing their stuff. I lean against the door frame, taking him in. 

As soon as his eyes met mine, his eyes quickly averted down my body. He creeps closer, slinging his towel over his shoulder. 

“Evil,” He mutters walking pass me, “You can’t be doin’ this around Sarah.”

I smile, shutting the door behind him. He looms over me and I get a whiff of sunscreen. 

“Doing what?” I ask innocently.

He glances into the back yard where Sarah is already getting ready to jump into the pool. He’s making sure she’s not watching.

His arm wraps around my waist, grabbing onto my bare ass. I feel very small when I look up at him. His brown eyes bore into mine. 

“You sure are lucky that my Sarah is here, because if she wasn’t,” He pauses, “I’d take you right in front of the window here.”

He gestures to the window right by the front door. 

“But you’d like that wouldn’t you? Show the neighborhood who’s pussy this is.”

His hand rests right above the hem of my bottoms. I bite my lip. He knows what to say to make my brain melt and my words jumble together. But it’s a game.

I needed the chase, it made everything with Joel so much more satisfying and dangerous. 

I contemplate for a moment, before grabbing his chin gingerly.

“Why don’t you order those pizzas, babe?”

-

“Look at this dive, Dad!”

I prop myself up on my lounger chair, watching Sarah dive into the deep end. Joel is meandering around the pool, his skin so beautifully touched by the sun. His tan was deep and seeing it glisten with the water all over his body, was just icing on the cake. 

“Very nice, baby,” He glances my way, noticing I’ve finally risen from my spot. After stuffing myself with pizza, I knew I had to lay out and let my bloated stomach go back to normal. 

I watch him rise from the water, using the steps to make his way over to me. The weight of the water drags his shorts a bit lower and seeing his toned tummy was a sight to behold. 

I look around him to see Sarah swimming laps, making sure she was occupied. He plops down next to me in the other lounger, grabbing his aviator suns from the table between us. 

“What’s your plans while your dad is gone?” He questions, propping his sunglasses on his nose. 

I shrug, leaning towards him to whisper, “Thinkin’ I’ll go across the street and fuck that hot MILF everyone won’t stop talkin’ about.”

He shakes his head, “That poor lady has a name, ya know?”

“It’s like Susan, isn’t it?”

“Lauren.”

I groan, “She even has a hot girl name! God damn!”

He chuckles, “No but seriously, what are you doin’?”

I look over to make sure Sarah couldn’t hear me. I watch her dive into the water again, “No plans. Just hangin’ around.”

He nods, laying back onto the chair, “Why don’t you come over tonight?”

My stomach drops. He asks it so nonchalantly.

“When Sarah is home?”

“She’s going to her grandparents tonight. They are takin’ her to some baseball game.”

So we get to be alone?

“Oh, okay,” I thought for a moment, “So you want me to come over and do what?”

“I don’t know,” He mumbles, “We can watch a movie. I’ll cook.”

If you would’ve asked me a month ago, I never once would have imagined a moment where Joel Miller would even give me the time of day. Now he’s asking to hangout with me outside of work? Spend time with just me? It seemed out of the realm of possibilities.

But I love that the offer stands.

“Sure, I’d love to,” I pause, “As long as the cooking is good. If not, we are ordering out again.”

“Hey,” He grumbles, “Fuck you, I’m an excellent cook.”

It’s like Sarah got superhuman hearing all of a sudden because she quips up.

“Don’t believe him! He burns eggs every morning!”

“Hey, you eat them anyway!”

-

I arrive to the Miller’s around 7PM. I decided to walk again, trying not to tip off any of the neighbors leaving my car parked beside Joel’s truck. I decide for a black hoodie, jean shorts, and Converse. I didn’t bring a bag of things because technically, Joel didn’t say this was a sleepover. I am running on the assumption I am leaving after our… movie night?

I knock quickly, glancing back and forth between Joel’s neighbors. Both are pretty familiar with my dad, so I knew if I was spotted, they would rat me out. 

Joel swings the door open, this time, fully clothed. A casual outfit for Joel, jeans and a light grey t-shirt. 

“Come on in,” He mumbles, “Did you drive?”

I shake my head, “No. Walked. I took shortcuts, too.”

He grabs me quickly, pulling me inside. He glances around outside, making sure no one is outside. 

“I already had Mrs. Adler askin’ why I took Sarah over to your house today,” He says, shutting the door, “Hate when people are in my business.”

“What did you tell her?”

He smirks, “That I was fuckin’ my bosses’ daughter.”

My cheeks get hot. 

“Nah, just that you were givin’ Sarah time in your pool to practice her swimmin’. She stopped with the questions after that.”

I smack his chest, bringing down my hood. I take off my hoodie eventually, sporting a simple white tank top underneath. I toe off my shoes, propping them up by the door.

“We fucked once, so technically we aren’t fuckin’,” I tease, “Unless…”

He starts his way to the kitchen ignoring me.

“You hungry?”

–

Joel was a bad cook, but I wasn’t going to come in with judgment when it’s a free meal and he made it just for me. 

He stares me down from across his small dining room table, waiting for me to say something. We sit in silence for most of the meal. Not uncomfortable silence, just too in our own heads, I guess. I eat the last of my burnt brussel sprouts, trying not to let him read my mind like he usually does.

“You hate it don’t ya?”

I take one more bite, “I’m not a chef by any means either, Joel.”

He laughs, “That’s a good way to put it, little one.”

The nickname makes every hair on my legs stand up. He notices my demeanor change. He stands up, collecting our plates and brings them to the sink. I stand up to begin to help him, but he has other ideas. He stands over me as soon as I get up, his dark brown eyes raking me up and down. He reaches up to my biceps, running his warm hands up and down them. 

“You like it when I call you that?”

“What?” I croak out. I knew what he was talking about, but for some reason I wanted him to keep saying it. 

“Little one,” He whispers, “My little one.”

I swallow hard, “Y-yeah.”

“Gets you all riled up? Makes you think of the first time my face was between your thighs?”

I close my eyes, letting his hand start to run down my face, to my jawline, to my collarbones. I take in his scent. Amberwood, aftershave, and maybe a bit of cigar? It was intoxicating, his scent. 

“J-Joel,” is all I can mutter, “P-Please.”

I open my eyes finally, seeing him smirk, “What baby? What do you want?”

“Do it again,” I mumble, “I want you to do that again.”

His hand travels down to my waist, and with one arm, he hoists me up to the kitchen counter. My jean shorts ride up even more as he positions himself between my legs. 

“I need more than that, little one,” He says, “What exactly are you talkin’ about?”

He was going to make me lay it all out for him. I don’t know why I felt shy again, like I couldn’t say what I needed from him. 

Like before, he looks so tall and big standing over me. His hands feel so strong and his arms so toned. I wanted to jump his bones watching him at the pool earlier, watching him be at ease with no shirt on. His confident stride and stature was so attractive. 

“Speak up,” He demands, “Need you to say it.”

“I need you,” I drag it out, “I need you to eat me out.”

He starts hooking his fingers through my belt loops, lifting me out of my shorts, “What else?”

My mind goes blank for a second. 

“Fuck me?”

“No please?” he taunts.

“P-Please Joel,” I mutter, “Don’t make me beg.”

He chuckles lowly, “Oh I fuckin’ will.”

He doesn’t waste time completely tearing my thong off my body. I lean back, my head resting against the cabinets. The thong gets tossed across the room, now useless after being torn in two. 

He reaches up to bring my head forward, crashing our lips together. Our tongues battle instantly, both of us wanting to be dominant. He was so forceful, but it was everything I needed to be more sure in myself. I reach up, lacing my hands in his hair. 

He pulls away, his breathing fanning my already hot face, “You gonna be good for me, baby? Use those manners?” 

“Of course,” I moan, “P-Please do something.”

He takes off his shirt, his muscles highlighted differently in the low lit kitchen. I couldn’t help but stare as he gets on his knees, his face eye level with my pussy. 

God, I could never get over this view. 

He presses forward, giving my inner thighs kisses and small little love bites. 

He hooks both legs over his shoulders and dives in. He doesn’t start slow, oh no, he goes full starving-man-mode. He starts using his tongue to write the alphabet up and down my slit. When he finds my clit, he wraps his lips around and sucks. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan, “Don’t stop!”

He breaks away, only to put his index and middle finger into his mouth. He watches me as he traces my slit with his fingers, smiling as he sinks them into my hole. When he’s satisfied with my reaction, he finds his way back to my clit.

Between his fingers fucking me and his mouth working magic on my bud, I scream out not able to contain the build up I feel in my stomach. He only increases his speed, the wet lapping sounds only causing me to burst. 

He fucks me through it, as I moan his name over and over again. 

He pulls his fingers out of me, and stands up from his spot. My ass stays half on the counter and half falling off. I am basically only propped up by his leg. 

“Now that I got one out of you, little one,” He suggests, “’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand.”

I was so fucked out of my mind, I’m like jelly in his hands. He shimmies his pants off, his boxers tented by how hard he was. I just smile at the affect I had on him. 

“You okay to stand?”

I giggle, “I don’t think so, sir.”

As soon as I say it, I don’t have to worry about standing anymore. He reaches for my waist and repositions me on the counter. I stare down between us, his hard cock rubs my sensitive slit. 

“You’re so pretty, little one,” I hear him in my daze, but before I can respond, he eases himself into me. I moan out due to the glorious stretch, letting him get fully sheathed inside me. Instead of keeping me on the counter, he hooks his arms under my knees and lifts me up. In my shock, I wrap my arms around him, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. 

He sets a brutal pace, not paying much mind to my groans. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable, it was just so much. 

My mind goes back to what he said, which only gets me more riled up. 

“God, I’m so full,” I moan into his ear, “You’re so good to me.”

I can feel his smile, “Better than you’ll ever have, baby.”

“You’re all I want,” I say absentmindedly, “I’m all yours.”

He props me back on the counter, pulling out of me briefly. He is throwing me around almost like a ragdoll. He lifts me up and spins me so I’m facing away from him. He moves my arms, so I can actually prop myself up on the counter. He lines back up, pushing himself back inside me. From this position, he somehow hits me in different places. He readjusts my body before settling back into a faster pace. With his right hand on my covered tit, his left hand reaches up to my throat. The sounds of slapping are so overstimulating in the best way possible. I couldn’t get enough. 

“All,” Thrust, “Fucking,” Thrust, “Mine.”

I feel the warmth in my stomach again. It had to be the mixture of him calling me his and the fact that his dick was hitting me in just the right spot. As soon as I hit my tipping point, it’s like he could tell because he slows down, his hand traveling down to my clit again. I fall over the edge, my eyes rolling back into my head as I moan out his name. My entire body is tense until it’s not. I fall forward, but before my head catches the edge of the counter, he holds me up against him. 

“I’m ‘bout to cum,” he groans, still fucking into me, “Want me inside?”

“Cum inside me, Joel,” I beg, hardly able to project my voice. 

I’m at his mercy, as he spills inside of me all the while telling me what I good girl I am. I finally find my footing, as he slips his cock out of me, letting his cum drip down my legs. He releases my body, walking away from me for a moment. I try to get ahold of my bearings, but all I can think is how I never want to stop doing this. I want more. 

I need more. 

“Here, turn to me baby,” He mumbles. I turn around noting the damp rag he has. He gets on one knee, using the rag to clean up his cum off my legs. I’m still very sensitive, so when he gets close to my mound, I jolt. It makes him giggle. 

Post-orgasm clarity started to hit me. I watch him stand up and lay the rag in the kitchen sink next to our plates. He was so fucking beautiful, his body glistening with sweat. He had to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. 

“You okay?”

I wet my lips, “I think I need you to fuck me every day.”

His beautiful smile reappears, “Is that so?”

I nod quickly, “Yes, sir.”

He creeps closer to me, his hand lacing around my waist again. 

“I’m sure that could be arranged,” He leans down and kisses my shoulder blade, “Now, which movie should we watch?”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 • 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄

SUMMARY: Can I please have one where Kylian and reader have an argument, he walks out, she tries to hold back her tears until she goes upstairs into the bathroom and trips over a stair, sprains her ankle, she screams in pain and tries to phone Kylian but no answer, she goes into the kitchen to get an ice pack and goes to sleep until he comes home, he finds her waking up, he admits he fucked up and apologises, he asks her questions on why there’s ice but she says she’s ok until he sees her swollen ankle, takes her to hospital and doesn’t leave her side (I’d love to see comfort Kylian at the end) pleaseeee💕 @megannandrewss (happy birthday 🎂🎂)

Genre: angst, fluff

Warning: broken ankle, arguing (a little), cursing

Pairing: kylian mbappe x f reader

Enjoy

--

The argument you and kylian were having has been going on for the past 30 minutes. It was about kylian not spending enough time with you. He was always away for games and training which you were fine with, but whenever he had a break he’d always spend it with his friends and not with you. At first you brushed it off, but as it kept happening you knew you needed to confront him about it.

It wasn’t going so well.

“Kylian you’re not listening to me!” you yelled. “All I’m asking is for you to spend time with me instead of going out with your friends all the time. That’s all I’m asking.”

“You don’t want me to hangout with my friends? You can’t be serious right now y/n.”

You groaned in frustration. It was like he was missing your point on purpose.

“that’s not what I’m fucking saying!” you sighed. “All I’m asking is for you to take one weekend off for hanging out with your friends and spend it with me. You’ve barely spent any time with me these past few months. I.. I don’t even feel like I’m in a relationship with you anymore. You are never here with me.”

You looked over at kylian as you finished. His jaw was clenched. “Do you want to be in a relationship with me?” kylian asked out of the blue. You frowned.

“Yes! Of course I do! that’s why I’m coming to you and asking you to spend time with me.” Tears started to form in your eyes. You felt sick to your stomach at the thought of not being with him. You love kylian more than anything. You didn’t want to lose him.

Kylian sighed. “I need a minute. I’m afraid I will say something stupid so I’m going to go for a walk.” Before you could say anything to him he grabbed his phone and keys. He walked out of the apartment, closing the door with a slam.

There was no way for you to control the tears from spilling from your eyes once the door shut. You hated how stubborn kylian is. From your 2 years of dating you realized he could never admit when he was wrong. At least not right away.

You wiped your tears as they kept falling from your eyes. Man you fucking hated how sensitive you were. After a couple of minutes of crying you grew exhausted.

You walked over to the stairs. You climbed them so you can get to the bedroom so you could take a nap.

It was a mistake climbing the stairs while crying. As you were Half way up the stairs you managed to miss a step causing you to come down badly on your right ankle.

“FUCK!” you cried out as the pain took over your body.

Through your blurry eyes you looked down at your ankle once you sat down. It was starting to get swollen. You were sure you sprained it or even worse broke it.

You let out a cry when you moved your leg to a better position. It hurt badly, you weren’t even sure if you could get up the stairs anymore.

You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and quickly dialed Kylian number with shaky hands. The phone rung and rung before it went to voicemail. He couldn’t be this pissed to not pick up your calls.

You tried again three more times but the phone went straight to voicemail every time. A fresh wave of tears formed in your eyes as you turned your phone off in defeat.

You weren’t sure if you hate kylian or yourself more right now.

You sat on the stairs for a couple of minutes before you came to realization. You couldn’t stay on these stairs all night. You needed to get up and help yourself since kylian clearly wasn’t.

You scooted yourself down the stairs slowly until you reached the bottom. With your good leg you lifted yourself up until you were standing.

You hopped over to the kitchen for something frozen you could put on your swollen ankle. After looking through the freezer, you found a bag of frozen peas you could use as an ice pack. Shutting the door, you hopped over to the couch that wasn’t to far away and sat down.

You lifted your leg up onto the couch. You wince as you placed the ice on the blazing ankle.

You didn’t notice how you fell asleep five minutes after that due to exhaustion. You managed to sleep for 20 minutes before you woke up to the door being open.

“Bébé.” Kylian called out. You didn’t answer due to the sleep still taking over your body.

“Bébé.” Kylian sighs. “I’m sorry I was being a jerk.” He didn’t notice your ankle as he walked over to the couch and kneeled down to your level. He ran his thumb over your cheek as he looked at your eyes that didn’t meet his. That broke his heart.

“You’ve been crying?” he asked, regret on his face.

All you could do was nod. “je suis désolé mon amour. j'ai merdé ” Kylian leaned in and kissed your cheek multiple times. (I’m sorry my love. I fucked up)

“Kylian it’s fine. Just let it be.”

Kylian nodded. He leans down and kissed your lips this time.

kylian pulled away and stood up. As he looked down your body his eyes landed on your ankle. He frowned.

“Whys there peas on your ankle?” kylian stood up and reached for the frozen vegetable. The swollen red area came into his view causing him to groan.

“I was going up the stairs and a missed a step. Came down pretty bad on my ankle.”

“Chéri why didn’t you tell me.”

“Kylian I tried to” you adjusted yourself the best you could without moving your leg before continuing “but you weren’t answering your phone.”

Guilt washed over kylian. “im so sorry baby.” Kylian cursed himself under his breath, his eyes didn’t leave your ankle.

“maybe we should go see a doctor.”

“its fine. Maybe it’s just a sprain.”

“No.” kylian shook his head. “I’ve seen sprains before, they don’t look like that. We’re going to the doctor ok?”

You nodded softly.

--

It took 15 minutes for kylian to get you in the car and drive you to the hospital. When you arrived they checked you in, inspected your ankle and confirmed that you did in fact break your ankle.

Now you were sitting in one of the rooms with kylian waiting for the doctor to tell you what they were going to next.

The room was silent except for the TV playing quietly on the wall. Although your eyes were glued to the TV, kylian was on you.

He hated how he abandoned you because he was mad you wanted him to spend time with you. He hated how he let you down but not being their when you got hurt. He let his emotions get the best of him and he would do anything to make it up to you.

"Love.”

You turned to kylian. “Yes?”

Kylian got up from his chair and walked over to the bed he sat on the end doing his best to avoid your leg. “What can I do to make it up to you.”

“Make what up to me ky?”

“Make up for being a jerk!”

You sighed. “Kylian-“

“Don’t say I’m not because I am. I owe you now tell me what I can do.”

You looked at the man in front of you. His brown eyes stayed on you as he waited for you to speak.

“Well for starters you can spend time with me.”

Kylian nodded. “Of course. I’ll spend the rest of the week with you. No friends, no nothing. Just you.”

“perfect.” You smiled. “Oh and you can also kiss me because I miss your lips.”

Kylian smirked. “I can definitely do that.” Kylian scooted up the bed and kissed you.

Your hands found the back of his neck, you pulled him in impossibly closer and kissed him deeper.

You were hoping you could kiss kylian for longer but unfortunately for you both the doctor walked in.

You both pulled apart awkwardly as she tried her best not to laugh. You will resume that later but you were happy that you were going to have kylian all to yourself

[aita-polls]

AITA for pretending to get fired when customers get a temper with me?

**I am not the OP and do not claim the statements below to be my own** [Link to Reddit Post]

I am a high schooler with a weekend job at a coffee shop. My coworkers who work weekends are:

James - the owners son, he goes to my school. He's a shift manager but it's not a real formal thing, he's a friendly guy.

Danielle - A college student who sometimes works weekends too.

So sometimes customers will come in and just be angry about such little stuff. Like literally blow up about nothing. I dunno if theyre in a bad mood already and looking for someone to take it out on or what, but it's a lot... Like how sad so your have to be to be a grown-ass man taking your anger out on high school and college kids.

So James and I were joking about having a little fun with them and hopefully getting them off our backs.

So one day I was at work and some guy was having a temper about how we don't make the coffee hot enough... Which I couldn't do a thing about because I gave it to him right out of the machine.

So James came in and was like "sir is there a problem here" and the guy started ranting at him too. So he was just like "OP, this is unacceptable, you're fired."

I started acting real sad, like "no please don't fire me, my family needs the money, I need this job, pleaseeee" and he played up being a hard-ass, telling me to take off my apron and leave.

The angry guy started to backtrack, like "It isn't that big of a problem, you don't need to fire her over it. I didn't mean it" and James was like "No, we pride ourselves on the best customer service"

Of course after all that drama I still had my job, we were just acting. And we've done it a couple times, whenever a customer will lose their temper at Danielle or I, James will storm in and "fire" us. And almost every time, the person who had come in angry will apologise and say that they didn't mean it. It's kind of satisfying, making people realize their actions might actually have consequences.

Anyway, I was telling my friends from school about this and a few of them thought it was a mean prank, to let someone go away thinking they'd gotten someone who desperately needs the money fired.

AITA for this joke?

[carmenized-onions]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE DROP THE NEW CHAPTER SOON!!!! (I mean that with a lot of patience and appreciation for writers) I literally look every DAY for the new chapter, I am so excited!!

oh love, I should probably put like a ,,, temp hiatus notice or SOMETHING on my landing now that I think about it, ,, the gaps keep gettin bigger and bigger ;-;

LOTS of life stuff is happening god what's the laundry list . . . Too much to name but to summarize WHY there's not been a new chapter out in a bit:

i haven't had the literal time to write!

i think looking at my version history I've had like a collective,,, 6 hours to write over the course of like? A month? rough. bad. sucks.

Got a new job semi in my field (film), STILL working my old admin job at the same time because I need the money, and on WEEKENDS when I'd USUALLY be working on CK is typically taken up by:

Chores around the house that need doing! I finally moved into an apartment, back with my old roommates innnn August? Yeah August.

DnD, with said Roommates! We play as often as possible, so. Like every weekend. And we yap so sessions are like 4-6 hours on the SHORT end of the spectrum.

And, the most important part, but albeit the newest addition to my life: My mom is doin' chemo right now, and will be for the next few months! Everything kinda gets dropped for that priority, yknow? this is also NOT me asking for pity or condolences BY THE WAY!!! A simple love ya take ya time kiss kiss is plenty, i do not love sorrys, i hate em

this isn't me saying HEY FUCK YOU FOR ASKING !!!!!!! Nor a guilt trip, I swear. I want a new chapter out of me as much as you do!! This is just me explaining, I PROMISE I'm not slacking lol, I'm relatively fast at writing. I think. I just literally have not had the screen time to do so.

which is why I started doing blurbs to sort of help tide you over while i take 10 years!!! is it working? me no know.

DON'T bother checking everyday, is all i should really say haha. I'm a yapper, I told u. Where am I in terms of progress on chap 16,,,, hmm,,, I have no idea. I've been considering making it a two parter because I have no idea how long two scenes are gonna be, we'll see. I'll probably make it 1 chapter because if i do 2 it'll ruin my formatting. my precious formatting

I THINK i'm free this weekend, roommates can't do DnD this weekend, I can't travel because concert tours are destroying the infrastructural integrity of my city all weekend, so,,, I think I'll have time to write? If I have the energy? That's a big if.

Check back in like two weeks minimum, and hopefully something by then? that or someone become my sugar daddy and I'll quit my second job, SIMPLE AS THAT MAN (seriously though, if patreon were viable, I'd do it)

[gockruler]

yes pleaseeee take as many pictures as you want, just make sure they follow me around forever so I never forget you and that night. blackmail me with them so you can do this every weekend and accumulate more and more pictures to use against me! or you could just release them without a care for my feelings, I mean, who gives a fuck what a cunt thinks? ill come crawling back to your fat girl cock soon enough anyway

Oh I'll keep the pictures secret. Only a select few would be allowed to see them. And by "select few" I mean any girl with a cock!!! They'll all see what a pretty fucking rape toy you are!! I'll give them your location too so they can all break in and take you whenever they want! You will serve girlcock. It's your purpose!

[yankstrash]

here to ask for miss meels throwing a hissy fit over the essentials hoodie

YES MA'AM YES MA'AM 🫡

meels sat on gabes bed as he packed for his upcoming roadie

"here baby," gabe said as he reached over and grabbed a bc hockey hoodie, holding it out to his girlfriend. "i've been wearing this all week to get it ready for you while i'm gone this weekend."

amelia looked at gabe, looked at the hoodie, then back at gabe. instead of taking the hoodie from his hands, she held her hand out and grabbed onto the hoodie gabe was currently wearing.

"i want this one." she said and smiled

immediately, gabe shut it down

"nooo no no nope. take this one babe, i've been wearing it just for you to have while i'm gone. here," gabe said, trying to hand amelia the hockey hoodie but she wasn't taking it

"i want this one that you're wearing." she said again, but gabe shook his head.

"WHY?!" amelia blurted out.

"you know why." gabe said bluntly

amelia rolled her eyes as she said, "hun, i promise i'll give it back to you. just please let me borrow it."

"meels, you know you can borrow absolutely any of my sweatshirts, besides this one. this is my favorite and it was expensive and baby i love you but i know if i give you this hoodie i will never ever see it again."

amelias mouth fell agape, "that's not true!!!! i will give it back!"

"really?" gabe asked, giving her a look. "so where's my grey bc hockey hoodie, huh? and my blue ntdp one? and my new york one? and my black champion one?"

amelias eyes darted around, pretending to think.

"they're.. somewhere. i have them, they're just in my room." she said

"uh huh." gabe said

"gabe, pleaseeee let me borrow it. pleaseeeee please please i swear i will give it back to you the second you get home sunday night." amelia pleaded, but gabe continued to shake his head

"GABEEEE!" amelia whined out, throwing her hands down

gabe laughed a bit at her outburst, though meels did not find it funny.

"it's not funny! you're being mean!"

"no i'm not, princess! i'm being reasonable! don't give me the attitude." gabe said

meels crossed her arms at his response

"that's not helping your case, mee mee."

amelia huffed and continued to beg

"gabriel PLEASE! i SWEAR, this hoodie," she said, grabbing a fistful of it, "will be back in your hands by sunday night when you return home and if it isn't i will buy you a new one."

"sureee you will." gabe joked

and cue another eye roll from amelia

time to bring out her best weapon: the puppy eyes

"no, nope cut it out." gabe said as soon as he saw her big brown eyes grow. "meels c'mon, it's not going to work."

but oh, it did. because it always does.

"jesus, FINE!" gabe said, and amelia clapped her hands and cheered.

"but amelia middle/n i swear to god if i don't get this hoodie back the second i get home.."

"you'll get it back bub i promise!!"

and yes, she absolutely did give it back. gabe does not play around with the essentials hoodie.

[paigeishere]

The sister

Mattheo riddle x Ravenclaw!reader

Part two coming soon

Overview: There wasn’t a doubt in anyone’s mind that you weren’t shy. It was just the staple. However when you have a twin sister who’s loud and popular people tend to know who you are. Most don’t pay you and mind you’re just s/n twin sister but others take it upon themselves to use this to tease you. Others is mattheo riddle.

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You just finished herbology and had started walking to the library since you have a free period and you needed to study for the charms test you have today. As you were walking there you saw your sister ahead of you with all her friends. Merlin please pleaseeee don’t notice me, not today you thought as you stared to slow down to put some distance between the two of you.

Sissy come here your sister waved a hand at you. Dammit you shake your hand and point to a open corridor and mouth the words sorry class she shrugged you off and ran to join her friends again.

Finally getting to the library you took a seat. It was mostly empty 2-3 people at each table but nothing you couldn’t handle. Taking out your notes from class and was about too start studying when a guy sat right across from you. You looked up confused and saw Mattheo Riddle, one of your sisters friends. You thought he was just going to ask for the notes you took in potions today but he just sat there smiling at you.

Can I help you?

You’re s/n sister right?

Umm yeah. He then gets up and leaves like nothing happened. Just strolled out. S/n has some weird friends.

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The next day you walk to potions and go to sit at your table that you share with a griffindor named David. He’s a nice guy honestly the only guy I really talk to. He had sandy blonde hair and a brush of freckles across his cheeks and nose. After Mattheo left David had sat down and we had spent the hour together before class. But when David sits down it’s not David it’s Mattheo. Hi s/n sister he looks so happy like you just handed him a baby kitten Hi? You say back Wait what is your real name?

You almost scoff you’ve been in the same year since your both came to hogwarts he is friends with S/n and he doesn’t know your name. Y/n.

Yeah I won’t remember that. What should your nickname be. How about…

Excuse me that’s my spot. It’s David.

Am I meant to care?

Dude just move you have your spot and I’ll have mine nothing has to happen.

No I’m pretty comfortable where I’m at.

Professor Snape intervenes Mr. Sinclair take your seat. Now. David glares at Mattheo then goes to sit in his spot in the back.

At the end of class you start packing up your stuff when David comes up to you. Hey sorry you had to see that.

See what.

Nothing never mind so I was thinking we could maybe hang out this weekend maybe? Like just the two of us.

Like a. Like a date?

Yeah. Like a date.

Oh um yeah totally. I can do that.

Great Meet me in astronomy tower at 7.

Perfect.

Alright I’ve got too go but see you then.

I’ve got a date. You smile to yourself. A date with a cute guy. Wait I’ve never had a date with a guy before. S/n she’ll help you.

As you are about to walk threw the door Mattheo grabs your hand and yanks you right into his chest. He’s gripping your shoulders and looking in your eyes with such intensity it felt like he was burning a hole through you. What did he just ask you? It was less a question and more of a demand.

Why do you care.

Y/n that guy is bad news if he asked what i think he asks you better not go.

Listen I know it’s not my place but all that guy wants is to get in your pants trust me. Please don’t go.

He looks sincere like he’s actually worried for me. But this is David the sweetest guy you know he would just use me for sex.

No. Stop that. I know that look you think he’s different but he’s not. Y/n I just don’t want you to get hurt. Please don’t go please.

Damn you never thought the day would come where Mattheo Riddle was begging you to not go on a date.

I’ll think about but if you would let me go I only have a minute to get to herbology now.

[foxluvrz]

MAJOR YAP SESH AHEAD DONT MIND THIS I JUST WANTED TO PUT IT HEAR MY GOD

10/15/24

YIPPEE DUDE 🦔 decided to create a seating chart for his social studies and math class and before the seating that me n my friend L had always sat up front in thr class cuz theres like two seats at the very front of the class n stuff idk his layouts weird, but he moved EVERYONE ELSE around the room except us so me n her are still seated up front and its silly cuz he usually picks on us and we joke around and what not :3 Also i was literally BETTING in my head that he wasnt gonna move my seat from where i had sat originally and i was right LMAO (hes actually so handsome up closer bro...)

also i might literally idk IMPLODE because we have a four day weekend cuz of conferences on thurs and friday i might actually die without seeing 🦔 or 🐢 😭😭. ive been begging my mom to take a few of my friends and I to an escape room where 🦔 works parttime on fridays at just because i want to see him i dont think my obsession with him has gotten any better especially because of where i sit now ☹️ IM NOT COMPLAINING ABOUT WHERE I SIT NOW THOUGH!! also i like NEED to prove myself to 🦔 in some way i think because my ela teacher mrs W is actually so nice to me and like trusts me and she always has me do stuff she needs help with for her and what not and puts responsibility on me for (i dont mind at all), and same kind of mostly with 🐢, but never 🦔. i mean like i dont see him too much during the day except math n ela and im not super close w him bcz i had 🐢 all of last year and mrs w for study hall last year, but like i just met this man this year but like other girls in my grade have gotten super close to him and it makes me slightly jealous😔 ANYWAYS LIKE 🦔 TAPPED ME ON THE BACK LIKE TWICE TODAY WHICH IDK SCARED THE CRAP OUTTA ME AND I THINK IM OVERANLYZING THIS BUT LIKE once it was with the paper he was holding for the seating chart and honestly he tapped me with that pretty hard and then the second time during ss it was like with his hand because when he was speaking about the seating chart for that class and he got to my seat he was like "hey (my name), i need to talk to you about something in a few minutes" while like touching my back a little bit NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OBVIOUSLY AND HE JUST WANTED TO TALK ABOUT A SPEECH THING IM DOING AND TO TELL ME TO GO TO ANOTHER TEACHER DURING THIS PERIOD BUT LIKE fr im both overreacting AND overyapping but i NEED to yap about this to someone or something like guys.. ALSO BEING UPCLOSE TO THE FRONT OF THE ROOM IS SORTA SCARY BECAUSE HE USES OUR DESK TO LIKE SET HIS EXTRA PAPERS ON AND TO LIKE TAP THEM ON THE DESK TO KEEP EM STRAIGHT AND HE DOES IT KINDS HARD AND IT SCARES ME SO BADLY SOMETIMES. but this mans hands r like rlly hot IM SORRY somebody SEDATE MEEEE PLEASEEEE OH MY LORD. ALSO WHEN HE LIKE CAME LIKE KINDA CLOSE TO LIKE MY NECK TO WHISPER TO ME ABOUT THE SPEECH THING WHEN EVERYONE WAS QUIET AND IT WAS SUPER DARK IN THE ROOM HOLY SHNIDER

[strophaia]

ep5 rewatch

these shacks look fucking miserable to live in god bless. i do not trust that landlord but also i feel like i could take him in a fight

pathetic.............

THE KEY he's remembering that fucked up hell bird that shook him around on flights every day and nearly dropped him several times. where he was raised in hell and strophaia didn't quite get human husbandry that much so he just fed him crack and asbestos and just patted his head and purred soothingly whenever he got a traumatic injury with his brain slime bits sticking out. but he did his best with what he had and for that he should be admired

shingo and mephisto were so fucking mean back then for no reason. they didnt even let him see his darling pogchamp during weekends.... or even just christmas......... fucked up

ichiro when anything ever happens: O_O

"i guess ill ask that guy" help. #fatherlessbychoice #unrequitedparentallove

his voice... i heard his voice........ im pregant by the sound alone. aouuughhh god i love strophaia so much if only there was a way to ever meet him in this- oh god fucking damn it are you kidding. stop fucking crunching why is that everything he ever does is to flap around out of sight and fucking crunch some leftover shit in the flesh halls. now that i think about it the Blood Void Flesh Labirynth walls kinda resemble the hell dimension from akuma kun but if it were the backrooms.... hmmmm....... food for thought

im never gonna think about a fictional character that much ever again the risk is too high. the risk is too fucking high

nvm pregnagt again. the circle is here. strophaia rapidly approaching

is this what attraction feels like. or cuteness aggression. i want to kill him so bad i need to squeeze his adorable little throat so hard ill crush his windpipe and i think ill delete that paragraph on second thought

he finally got that phone call <3

majestic thank u. pleaseee show up at my house this night ill take you over the Entities that want to jumpscare me so bad anytime i open my eyes at night. he can kill me too if he wants

aeshma <3 also theres a type of dragonflies called "aeshna" pretty similiar huh just thought ill point this out. yes i am aware of the other meaning of aeshma i just needed to point the dragonflies out

shingo felt that shit. sensed a disturbance "not that fucking freak again" .

whys he so cunty whys he so cunty whys he so cunty whys he so cunty whys he so cunty whys he so cunty

"how've you been" see he cares .

NOT THAT FUCKING HUG. I know what you are. Im gonna be sick. I'm gonna be SICK. i am going into active labor

ill let him save me anytime 100% out of my way ichiro your fucking loss

whys he so girlypop....

what is he onto . im not listening nor arguing with a being of that caliber whatever you say goregerous <3 can we mary pleaseeee

BURN THE FLUTE THIS IS AN EVIL EVIL ITEM

outstanding performance king slayyyy. my watered are cropped

[lauratheghost]

I'm gonna complain for a while right now 😂

If you don't care about stranger's problems, this is your warning to scroll.

Also if you don't like hearing about dental problems, you should also scroll.

But I'm having literally the most annoying year ever and I need to just vent to strangers on the internet for a minute.

The day before Christmas, I'm just eating a grilled cheese and one of my back molars just breaks out of nowhere. And of course it's a Friday evening and a holiday weekend so I can't call my dentist until Tuesday.

I go in like a week later my dentist is like "yeah I can't fix that. You need to have it pulled." So I'm like "okay that sucks, but whatever."

So I make the apt to have it pulled and it's for like a month later. So in the meantime I just have a broken tooth for a month.

And then it gets infected. So I go on antibiotics. Finally the apt comes and I walk there (after having an anxiety attack pretty much)

And when I get there I'm not even on their schedule. So I go back the next morning to get my tooth pulled.

(Backstory, my dentist is an asshole. He thinks he has "dry humor" but he's actually just rude as hell and so awful and mean.)

He takes photos of my tooth and pulls it up on the screen and then proceeds to call the dental assistants over to come and laugh at the photo with him. 🙃😞

So that was cool.

Then he starts to try to pull the tooth but I can still feel everything- like the novacaine isn't working.

So he gives me more novacaine and waits precisely one minute before trying again. I can still feel it.

The assistant is like "do you think it's because she's on antibiotics" and he's like "no no it should have worked by now. If you can still feel it you need to go to a surgeon and get anesthesia."

So I go home and after like thirty minutes I'm wayyyy more numb then I was at the office. So I think the numbing just took longer because of the antibiotics and he was just inpatient.

I call the surgeon and they say they can see me in September. (It's like January now)

I have a complete meltdown.

Then my sister basically forces me to get another opinion by a different dentist. So I make appointments at this second office. I go there like a week later. These people are so much nicer- the only downside it that its much further away from where I live.

They look at my tooth and I meet the dentist and he's like "it's a shame you didn't come here sooner I could have saved the tooth."

So now I'm even more pissed at my old dentist. And I'm never going back there again.

But anyways, they schedule me to get it pulled like two weeks later.

I go back and they pull it, and it takes less than a minute probably. It was insanely easy and fast. But when the dentist is done he's like "good news and bad news"

And then he tells me that the broken tooth is out, but in the process, the crown on the tooth next to it came off.

So I once again, have another broken tooth now.

They put a temporary crown on it in February but it still aches all the time and isn't comfortable.

And now, on the opposite side of my mouth, I have a cavity somewhere but I can't pinpoint what tooth it is. But I can't eat anything hot or cold now until it's fixed and I swear I'm so sick of my mouth hurting and eating room temp food. 😩

I have an appointment in five days to hopefully fix the cavity, but I'm scared they aren't gonna fix the right tooth. 😭😂

Anywayssssssss

I'm trying to be positive now but first I just wanted to complain. I need to get it outta my system.

This whole ordeal has left me like traumatized though. I'm so scared to eat any food that's remotely hard now. And just being in pain everyday for like five months has really been getting to me. I actually signed up for therapy again over this 😂

I'm probably being dramatic

But pleaseeee let this year get better soon omg. 🙏🤲✨🖤

[hourcat]

sorry if it has already been sent but lancierre and prompt 13 PLEASEEEE

13: Character B calling Character A a term of endearment while they’re messing around and Character A freezes, heart thudding loudly in their chest. “What the hell did you just call me?” they ask, and Character B proceeds to call them that again, saccharine sweet, with a shit-eating grin gracing their lips.

The podium isn’t enough, apparently.

Pierre is barely through the door of Lance’s driver room, race suit half-off and hanging at his hips, when he’s struck. Lance is on him—soaked in champagne, dripping with pride at P2, drunk off his own success as he sucks a biting half-kiss into Pierre’s neck, so warm he’s almost feverish.

“Let me close the fucking door,” Pierre mumbles, but he’s laughing all the same—Lance grumbles something into his skin but obliges, peeling away from the bruise he’s apparently trying to leave behind to kick the door shut. When it clicks shut, he grins smarmily.

“Happy?” So fucking smug. Pierre is reminded, effortlessly, of the time before this: when he was annoyed by Lance to no end, when he was just another driver with too much money and not enough personality—when the first word associated with him was punchable. Things have changed plenty since then.

They also, sort of, haven’t. “So fucking annoying,” Pierre growls, and Lance laughs in his face, clearly entertained with himself. He doesn’t bother replying; instead, the Frenchman gets half a beat to collect himself before Lance returns to the crook of his neck, kisses messy and toothy in ways that make Pierre think, faintly, that this will not be a long-lasting endeavor. The Aston Martin fireproofs aren’t doing anything to hide how turned on he already is.

“Beat you out there,” Lance mumbles, fingers pressing into Pierre’s shoulder as he wrangles them back towards the flattest surface he can find, “means I get what I want—”

“Oh,” Pierre interrupts, “that is what that means?” He grabs at Lance’s jaw, uses a little bit of his frustration at P7 to shove him backwards into the table. “I thought it just meant you are finally catching up in the points.” He tightens his hold. Lance hisses something fierce, irritation darkening his expression for a beat.

“You’re such an asshole,” he grunts, and Pierre is the one who gets to laugh, this time, loud and obnoxious and in his space. “Fuck, Pierre, c’mon—” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Pierre’s fireproofs, tugs impatiently. “’s my turn after last weekend—”

“Mmmm, but you love it, mon chou, non?”

Lance’s face pales. He blinks slowly, mouth hung open just a little. “What the hell did you just call me?” His voice is a shred of a whisper.

Admittedly, the petname hadn’t been intentional by any means—the race is over, Pierre’s brain has all but entirely shut off until the next briefing—but the look on Lance’s face is…amusingly startled. “Mon chou,” he repeats slowly, taking a step closer so that they’re chest-to-chest, one hand flat against his chest. The motion brings color back to his cheeks. “I thought your French was better, Lancelot.”

Lance stares for a long moment—mouth still open, face darkened with blush, chest rising and falling sharply even though Pierre hasn’t even really kissed him. “You—”

“Are you going to ask about it, pretty boy, or am I going to fuck you like you want?” He grinds against Lance’s now-jutted-out hip, relishing in the shaky little sound that it brings. “Your choice, mon chou, I could not care less—”

“Fuck off,” Lance snaps, sense seemingly knocked back into him. He grabs at Pierre’s waist again, tugs at the fireproofs with more success. Pierre chuckles again—but the noise is swallowed quickly, Lance’s mouth hot on his own, the force of it strong enough to click their teeth.

[devinescribe]

Back Stories Aren't Always Pleasant

Ch. 1 of 'Over My Head'

Matsushita Enji × Reader

Reminder, tall plus size!Y/N

And fuck you if you're upset about it

Next Chapter

Slay besties anywho-

Warnings: Swearing, use of the word fat as an insult, and people bullying Y/N for her weight.

Just an FYI, the reason i made Y/N plus sized is because I am also a plus sized girl, and I am tired of Y/N always being skinny. So... yeah, i hope you enjoy!

"I don't... have the energy right now, ok kiddo?" She mumbled, laying in bed, tired after the killer nightshift. She had to go to her second job in 3 hours.

"But momma, pleaseeee," the young boy begged. It wasn't his fault. He didn't understand why she was always so tired. "Enji, I said not now. Please let me rest," she said, a bit more sternly. He looked down in disappointment, and nodded, leaving her room.

He stayed in his room, reading the same book he had already read hundreds of times. He loved it.

But he hated Wednesdays. Wednesdays were when he had to go down to the store. By himself.

She gave him a list, and he would go. When he got back, the change went into the change jar, and he would put the groceries away. Then he would stay alone for a couple more hours. Sometimes the whole night. To which he would eat some cereal, or sometimes nothing at all. He would tuck himself in, and go to bed.

His mother would usually wake him up for school, but there was days she wouldn't. Those days he woke up himself and got ready.

____________

"Hey, wanna go out sometime?" The boy asked. You heard his friends snicker behind him, and shook your head. "You must think I'm really dumb," you sighed, closing your notebook, packing it away in you backpack. "No. I'm serious," he said, trying to grab you. "Don't touch me. And go tell your stupid ass friends that laughing behind you isnt a good idea. Let me guess, they bet you 200¥ you could make the 'fat girl' go out with you and humiliate her? Or maybe it was less then that? Who cares," you said, his face contorting into one of shock.

"What you think this hasnt been done to me before? You think you're special? After the first 3 times, it starts loosing it's charm."

____________

"Mom, are you going out with him again?"

The now teenage boy stood, staring at his mother who was getting ready. She nodded happily, putting her black, softly curled hair in a half up half down style.

"I... never mind," he mumbled, going back to his room. "Hun... I know its a big change for you... but you couldn't always be the only boy in my life," she said jokingly. He wanted to scoff. She was paying more attention to this man than she ever had to him. But he didn't. Instead he pursed his lips together, took a breatj and sighed. "Its ok mom... as long as you're happy," he said. "Oh there's my sweet boy. I promise we'll do something this weekend," she said, kissing the top of his head. He gave a soft smile.

That weekend would never come. He knew that she would have to work, or her new boyfriend wanted to take her out. But he wasn't upset. He was used to it.

_________

You walked down the street, humming happily to yourself.

You had some fabric in a bag as the school uniforms never fit you right. The back was always to short.

On your way, however, you encountered some boys from your school. "Oh great," you mumbled to yourself, keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Maybe they wouldn't notice you.

You were wrong.

"Hey there (L/N)," one of them said. "Fuck off," you said, continuing to keep walking. You were not going to deal with this.

"Oh come on, you know you want me," he teased, grabbing the bag of fabric. "What's this? Gotta make your own clothes because you're to fat to fit in the school uniform?"

You grit your teeth in anger.

"The way my body looks has nothing to do with anything. You are a shallow human being," you insulted, trying to grab the bag away from him. He kept it away from you, making more insulting remarks.

He and his friends kept laughing, throwing it around.

Eventually one of them took the fabric and dumped it on the floor, stomping it into the puddle that had formed from the rain earlier. Your eyes widened.

They left, laughing, as you fished the fabric out. It was muddy, wet, and torn.

This fabric had cost you quite a bit. Not only was it the school approved fabric and color, but the ammount you needed had been a problem for the woman who ran the shop.

You grabbed it and stuffed it into the bag, tears falling down your face.

"Are you ok miss?"

The voice sounded kind and concerned.

"Y-yeah... I'm fine," you responded, quickly drying your tears.

"I saw what they did... I'm sorry I didn't step in," he apologized, kneeling down besides you, helping you grab some of the other items that had fallen out of the bag. "It's alright... I'm used to helping myself," you responded. You didn't dare look at this person. You were embarrassed as it was already. "So am I... maybe not due to the same circumstance, but... I do have to help myself most of the time," he responded.

Silence filled the air.

He picked up a small makeup kit you had and handed it to you. You decided to look at him.

He had dark eyes, that were filled with sincerity. Shaggy black hair that was sort of covering his left eye. You smiled. "I don't think you need this...however if it makes you happy to wear it... then it's a good investment. I know I have no say in what a woman does with herself. Im just saying... you're pretty without it," he said shyly. You could see his cheeks get slightly red.

"Thank you."

__________

The first day of class. You were a bit nervous, but it was your second year of college.

You walked into your Psychology II class, and sat down in an empty desk right at the front.  The professor looked at you skeptically, and turned away. You sighed. He was already making assumptions about you, and he hadn't even heard you speak. He didn't even know your name for God's sake.

You saw someone sit next to you out of the corner of your eyes, but ignored it.

They would most likely move later.

The front row stayed empty besides the two of you.

The professor did role call, and began with the syllabus.

After that he introduced his ultimate goal.

"Psychology is a field in which you can do many things. It is also a field in which many people end up taking their own lives. Ironic, isn't it? The people who study human behavior and how the brain works are most likely to commit suicide. Which is why we do a lot of partner work in my class. You will never have to go through looking at these disturbing cases or anything that might trigger you, alone. So, I will be calling pairs. When I say your name raise your hand. Keep it raised until i call your partner's name. Then go sit by them. These will be your partners for the rest of the year," he stated, getting his clip board.

He began listing off names. You listened for yours.

"(L/N) (Y/N)..."

You raised your hand.

"And Matsushita Enji."

The boy next to you raised his hand.

You heard giggling behind you.

"The freak and the fat girl. How fitting," you heard a voice say.

"You wanna be a psychologist with that mean girl attitude? Might as well tell your patients to go kill themselves at that point," he said to her, looking bored. She looked shocked, and hid her face. You looked over at him for the first time.

Dark eyes

Shaggy black hair

That was completely covering his left eye.

The boy from the street.

"Alright the rest of class can be used to converse with your partners. Next class we will start lessons," the professor said.

You turned to the person next to you.

"You're the boy from the street," you said, barely above a whisper. "So you do remember? And here I thought I'd never see you again," he whispered back, a shy smile on his face.

"I guess it is about time we had a proper introduction, no? Matsushita Enji," he said, sticking his hand out. You shook it with a smile. "(L/N) (Y/N). But please call me by my first name," you said. "Then it's only fair I let you do the same don't you think?"

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#5

hiiii welcome to the fandom babeeee!!

uh so i was wondering if i could have a oneshot with either ron speirs or joe toye pleaseeee... can i have it like something fun because i really need a pick-me-up right now :))

A/N: Hi, thank you so much! I'm sorry that you're going through a rough time, and I hope that it gets easier soon 💕I've never written x reader fanfic before, so I hope that this is okay and I hope you like this! (This is written for the fictional depiction from the show. No disrespect to the real veterans!)

Pull That Trigger

Ron Speirs x Reader

Summary: When Talbert asks for a favor, you're shocked to see the usually confident Ron in a situation where he feels out of his depth

"Of course!" You exclaim at the same time that Ron says, "Absolutely not."

You and Tab both blink, caught off guard. It had seemed like such a simple request: "Can you guys watch Trigger for me this weekend while I take my pass?", and to you, the answer had seemed just as simple and obvious. But not to Ron, apparently.

"Oh, uh --"

"Why not?" You ask.

Ron shifts. It's not easy to make him uncomfortable, but under the weight of Tab's confused look and your squinting, it suddenly feels like a spotlight has been shone in his face. "I'm just not really a dog person."

"You don't like dogs?"

"No! Dogs are fine. They just . . . don't like me."

"It's fine," Tab assures you, standing to go. "I can always ask someone else. I just thought, because you guys are the most responsible in the company and all --"

"Yeah," Ron agrees a little too eagerly. "Luz likes Trigger. Or Shifty. He likes dogs. Or --"

"We'll watch Trigger for you." When you feel Ron's eyes widen in disbelief, you amend the statement. "I'll watch Trigger for you."

Tab visibly relaxes. "Thanks, (Y/N). You're a lifesaver."

Yeah, you think, refusing to look at Ron, who's staring at you like you just sprouted a second head. At least someone thinks so.

--

Ron hadn't been kidding when he said that dogs didn't like him. When Tab stops by the house that you, Ron, and some of the other officers have been sharing to drop off Trigger, the dog is all over you, barking and offering you playful kisses. When he spots Ron standing behind you, he runs to him, sniffs his boots, and then proceeds to come back to you, ignoring your boyfriend.

Ron only raises his eyebrows at you. See? I told you so.

"Thanks again for doing this (Y/N)," Tab says. He sends a glance behind you at Ron. "And uh, sorry, Speirs."

You had been worried that Trigger might sulk when Talbert left, but he's an unstoppable ball of energy. He's racing around the house inspecting everything, and jumping all over you in between that and trying to climb onto the couch. It's nice to see the dog enjoying himself so much. You can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

Ron, on the other hand, has never looked more out of his depth. Suddenly the man who can walk into a room and make everyone fall silent with his presence looks like an awkward partygoer, standing in the corner of the room shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying to figure out what to do with his hands.

When you're seated on the floor with Trigger sprawled out in front of you, he finally seats himself on the edge of the couch, looking ready to run for the hills at a moments notice.

"I didn't know you liked dogs," he says.

Your smile falters, and for a second, he's worried that he's said something wrong.

"I have one, back home," you explain. "Not the same type of dog, but he's just as excitable. I miss seeing him everyday."

"I didn't know that." Not for the first time that evening, he finds himself feeling out of his depth.

You only shrug. "We've never really talked about it, or anything." There's a beat before you realize, "We're not really the couple that talks about our feelings."

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57 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#4

A World Without Color Is A World Without You

Eugene Roe x reader

A/N: What's up y'all?! @brassknucklespeirs and I have been talking about soulmate aus, and now they're living rent free in my brain. I had a wild day at school, and using those feeling to create angst was strangely therapeutic, I won't lie. I hope you enjoy this, and my requests are always open if you have something specific you would like to see! (As always, this is written for the fictional depictions from the show -- absolutely no disrespect to the real-life veterans!) 💕🕊️

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST! The usual HBOwar stuff: war, guns, injury, blood, language. I also didn't really proof read this, so take that for what it's worth.

"So is it like, a cultural thing?" George asks. In between his shivering, he gives you a sideways glance, watching you tense up as you continue staring straight ahead through the darkness, watching the line. He shrugs. "I've just always wondered."

"About what?"

He shrugs again. "Well, back in Toccoa, I kinda thought maybe you were just shy. But I know that's not true; you're pretty chatty after a few drinks. I remember reading somewhere once, before the war, maybe back in school, that in some cultures it's rude, or even taboo."

On your other side, Joe huffs. The cool air in front of him clouds up with what little warmth he can muster. "George, I'm sure if she wanted to talk about it, she woulda told ya by now."

"Yeah, Luz," you agree. "If I knew what the hell you were talking about, I probably could have answered you twelve different times."

The radioman knocks his shoulder against your own. "Awe, come on (Y/N). My brain is frozen -- gimme a break."

"Okay. I'll answer if you actually ask the question."

"Okay." Luz nods. For someone who was so eager to find answers a moment before, he seems unsure of himself when you give him permission to ask. He stops looking at you and trains his own eyes on the line, voice softening when he asks, "Why do you never look anyone in the eye?"

There it is.

Toye reaches behind you to smack Luz on the back of his helmet.

"Ow!"

"You can't just ask that!" Joe reprimands. "Besides, you could probably just figure it out from context."

Joe is right. It seems like most people should have figured it out by now. Maybe then you wouldn't have so many sweet-talking replacements sauntering up to you with calls of, "Hey, Shy Girl, you found your man yet, or are you playin' hard to get?" or "Baby, I bet I could be the one to make you see color."

Because that's the thing: your world has always been shades of black and white, and it will remain that way until you look into the eyes of your soulmate. The first color you ever see will be the color of their eyes, and then -- according to everything you've heard your friends and family describe -- the rest of the world will follow as a whole universe of color is revealed to you. But therein lies several problems for you.

Problem one: you didn't find your soulmate back at home before the war. Which, you initially thought, might be okay. Maybe you would meet them after. Or during, some of your more romantic-minded friends told you dreamily before you shipped out.

Which made problem two all too real to you: if you meet your soulmate and then they die, the world will go back to being black and white.

The realization had hit you like a punch in the gut. Everyone else seemed to think it was tragically romantic, but not you. You had always known the world as shades of plainness and shadow. How could you stand it, if you discovered the beauty of the world, only to then have it stripped away from you? And worse, how could you stand to lose the person that you loved -- that you were destined to be with? Something that was all too possible in the middle of a war.

So you made a decision. A hard one, but one that seemed necessary -- you wouldn't look a stranger in the eye again until after the war.

Under the blanket of night, huddled together with your friends for warmth, you tell them exactly that. No one can tell if the slight shake in your voice is from emotion or from the cold, and no one calls it into question. You've never told anyone before. You're not sure how they might react.

Joe pats your knee. He's not a man of words, but his action says it all.

"I'm sorry," Luz whispers. "I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay," you reassure him, trying to smile, more for yourself than for him. To lighten the mood, you decide to do what he would do if he weren't in an awkward position -- you crack a joke. "Why does it matter, Luz? You worried we might be soulmates?"

Taken off guard, he laughs. "I won't lie, (Y/N), the thought has occurred to me."

It had taken a lot of strength to tell them your secret. Now though, they know -- secrets rarely feel so heavy when there's someone who can help you carry them. Your burden reduced, you turn towards him in the darkness. "Well, let's find out."

"What?" Out of reflex, he turns to you.

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62 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#3

*sheepishly pops head around the door frame*

hiii darling, it’s me again hehe

I hope you’re well and have had a great day!!!

So I read your Bill fic where he comes in all protective and calling the reader “my girl” and I LOVED IT!! And it got me thinking, if you had the time and didn’t mind, I would love love loveeeee to have like a protective one shot fic of a lad of your choice (I mean we both know who my fave man is but it is completely up to you as I love them all and it’s truly whoever you feel you want to write for and who fits the ideas in your mind)

I just love the idea of a man seeing his girl in a pickle and knowing shes a strong, individual badass who’s literally here fighting a war and can absolutely sort it herself but definitely being the guy who’s like “nah she’s my girl, if I’m around she doesn’t need to bother handling it herself cause I got her always” I just swoon every time (and if it involves just a littleeeee bit of jealousy too then wow that’s jsut *chefs kiss*)

Hiii babe! I'm glad that you liked that fic, because I honestly had a lot of fun writing it 💕

The way that I became OBSESSED with this prompt after opening my notifications is unreal, truly. Omg, I love this idea. And since I know you like Speirs, I knew I had to write it for him 😉 I really hope you like it, and thank you for trusting me enough to write it! 😌

Ares and Athena

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Me? Making up battles for the sake of my own plot? Absolutely. This doesn't really take place between or during any particular episode, so if you're looking for accuracy, this ain't it lol. This is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- absolutely no disrespect to the real life veterans!

Warnings: war, mild language, sexism, the inevitable typos that come with writing and uploading a fic in the middle of the night

This is Ron's favorite part of being in combat. The adrenaline that floods him when put into a high stress situation would make other men dizzy and unsure, but if anything, it heightens his every sensation and makes the world simple and clear-cut. Only a chosen other few would understand how he feels, and luckily, you're one of them. That's probably why you work so well together.

His heart swells when he spots you and a few E Company men in a small clearing up ahead. He stops his men behind him and calls out the challenge. "Flash!"

"Thunder!" You and your men respond, wheeling around to face him. Even beneath your cam cream and the grime that's smudged on your face, he can make out the relief that comes over you.

Relief is hard to find in a situation like this. The Germans have everyone in a frenzy, running wild, heading the wrong way, causing companies to split up as they try to reach their objective. Ron himself has a handful of his own men from Dog Company, as well as one from Able and two from Baker, and it looks like you and the Easy boys didn't fair much better in trying to stay together; he sees Bull and Liebgott, as well as Luz with his radio, and someone he only vaguely remembers from Fox Company -- a replacement, probably, based on his young looking face.

The men who know you also lose a bit of their tension. Having you and Ron together is like being led by Ares and Athena -- two fearless gods of war who seem untouchable in any battle.

"Afternoon, Lieutenant," he greets you when you unite in the clearing. "I assume that you've also had some trouble reaching our objective?"

You nod back in the direction from which you and the Easy men just came. "Kraut tanks have a strong defense along the tree line in the eastern part of the woods. We encountered a whole nest of snipers that sent us all scattering, and only a few of us managed to stay together. What about you?"

"Same story on the western tree line." Ron motions off to the left, where the trees start to thin out a bit. Beyond them, you can almost see where the greenery comes to a sudden stop, guarding the edge of a wide field. "Our objective is across that field, but we'd be totally exposed to the tanks on both sides if we tried to cross it."

A frown pulls at the corners of your mouth as you glance at the handful of men around you. "That just might be a chance we have to take."

Behind you, the man from Fox company scoffs. Your men roll their eyes at him, but Ron is surprised that you ignore him, choosing instead to pull our your map and begin unfolding it.

"If we want to make our objective in time to link up with everyone else, we're going to have to go back the way we came," the man says. "We can skirt the sniper, swing wide around the tanks, and make it to the other side of the field without the Germans ever seeing us."

"Snipers," you say without looking up from the map.

The F Company man blinks. "What?"

"Snipers, plural," you correct, turning back to look at him. "There's a whole nest of them. This forest is like their playground. Trying to sneak around them is like throwing a rock into a hornets nest and then hoping that they don't chase you." You gesture to the limited amount of men following you. "You saw how well that worked out when we found them by accident."

The man is undeterred. "I'm sure with some proper leadership we could make it through just fine."

Ron stiffens, but before he can gauge your reaction and react appropriately, Liebgott has smacked the man on the back of the head with just enough force to make the man reach up to touch it on reflex, even though his helmet probably protected him from any serious damage.

"The only way we'd stand a chance against them is if we had Shifty Powers with us," Liebgott snaps. "Which we don't. So why don't you shut up and stop questioning our Lieutenant?"

Even though you're still looking at your map, Ron doesn't miss the small smile that flickers across your lips. It makes him feel . . . strange, somehow, but he can't really place a finger on why.

The problem is that your relationship isn't exactly a secret -- it's just that you've chosen not to tell anyone about it. (The only person who either of you have told was Lipton, and that was only because he caught Ron kissing you on the forehead one night when you were all billeted in the same house. As far as he knows, Lip hasn't told anyone.)

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#2

Hiya lovely!! Could I please put in a self-indulgent request for a Lieb oneshot (or hcs, whichever you'd prefer!) where he always has to be close to or touching his S/O, whether in little ways or big? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

I have a personal headcanon that his main love language is Physical Touch so he's big on PDA & having his S/O close to him brings him a lot of comfort, whereas having them far away feels empty 😅

Thank you so much in advance!! 💖💖💖

Touch Me, Love Me, Can't Get Enough

(5 times during the war that Liebgott wants to hold you and 1 time after)

Joseph Liebgott x reader

A/N: Aly, bestie, the way that this request had me giggling and twirling my hair and kicking my feet the second I read it!!! I absolutely love this headcanon, and I'm so honored that you asked me to write it 🥹 I had waaayy too many ideas, so I decided to go with a 5 times +1 time fic for this one. I hope that you like this 💕🕊️ (As always, this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!)

Warnings: angst, discussions of concentration camps, depictions of war

I

It's one of those things that you don't notice until someone points it out. In this case, the someone is Sobel and pointing it out is him huffing that "Private Liebgott has no sense of personal space" when he passes the two of you heading back to barracks one night after coming back from a weekend pass. You're suddenly hyper-aware of the way that your arms bump into his every now and then as you walk due to your close proximity. You've both been drinking, though, so it's not like you really have all your cognitive functions about you; occasionally bumping into one another is like a tether making sure that neither of you falls over or wanders off. Sobel's criticism is easy to brush off.

Other people's comments? Not so much.

"It's hot as hell in here," Skip complains, using his sleeve to mop the sheen of sweat off his face. "Glad they're not takin' us to the Pacific; this heat is all I can stand."

Malarkey shoots a glare to someone passing by who jostles him as he slaps down his next card. "Speak for yourself."

"What? You tellin' me you like it this warm? Five minutes ago you were talkin' about how happy you'll be when we get off this boat."

"I meant them." Malarkey nods towards you and Liebgott. You both look up from your cards, confused. "I know that you guys have to constantly be touching each other or whatever, but how can you stand it when it's this hot?"

Constantly touching each other? What's that supposed to mean? You're just playing cards to pass the time while the boat chugs towards England, and you're sitting next to your friend . . . whose left arm is pressed up against your right. Sure, you could blame the closeness on the crowdedness of the boat, but Malarkey and Muck are sitting across from the two of you, and they have space between them.

At the same time that you start to lean away, Liebgott shifts beside you, wrapping his left arm around you and pulling you into his side. He fixes Malarkey with a cool look. "And what of it?"

You try to keep your expression cool as well, but you're having to concentrate on it. The oppressive heat from the boat is what's making it hard, you want to tell yourself, despite the fluttering feeling in your stomach at this close contact -- which is even closer than usual.

The Oregon boy shakes his head and slaps down another card. "Enjoy the heat stroke, I guess."

His point is proven, but Liebgott doesn't move his arm from around your shoulders. Instead, he smiles at you. Not his usual smirk that he throws around when he's pulled one over on someone; this smile is soft and warm.

Well, if you're going to help prove a point, you might as well commit to it. You smile back and lean further into his embrace.

II

"Flash!"

"Thunder!"

You lower your gun and squint through the darkness as a figure emerges from the bushes in front of you. If one good thing came out of all of those night marches that Sobel sent Easy Company on back in training, it's that you could recognize the silhouettes of your fellow soldiers in a heartbeat, even in the worst lighting. Your heart thrums when you realize who's coming towards you.

"Joey!" You really shouldn't put your gun down, not now that you're on the ground and in the midst of chaos, but you throw both arms around him. He does the same. He smells like the war -- that cologne that war produces that's a mixture of fuel from the C-47s, the sweat of excitement, and the faint smell of his shampoo that still lingers in his hair.

He melts into your touch. At some point between the boat ride and the news that you would be jumping into France, you two had decided to make it official, even though in some ways, you had always been a couple. Joe has been more open with the ways that he initiates physical contact with you since then. In a way, you can't really blame him; he comes from a big, affectionate family. Being away from their love and warmth has been harder for him than most people realize. It's like he craves physical touch. Good thing that you like his affection.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, still holding you tight.

"I'm fine. Are you?"

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77 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

can I maybe request intelligence officer x ron speirs?? this is like my favorite idea rn....love your work! <33

People-Watching vs People Watching

Ron Speirs x reader

A/N: Anon, thank you so much for the compliment, and thank you so much for trusting me to write this idea -- I had a lot of fun with it (mainly because I'm like halfway through with Fierce Valor and got to sprinkle in more Speirs facts hehehe). This doesn't really take place between or during any episode, and the mission referred to later in the story is made up. So if anyone is looking for historical accuracy, this isn't it lol. (The usual disclaimer: this is written for the fictional depiction from the show -- no disrespect to the real life veterans!) And I hope you enjoy, Anon, because intelligence officer x Speirs is SUCH a good concept 🕊️💖

Warnings: war, blood, guns, drinking, the usual HBOWar things

From across the pub, Ron can hear you laugh politely at something one of the other officers has just said. Reason dictates that he could take his drink and cross the room to join the crowd, but he keeps holding himself back. Instead, he takes another sip of his drink.

"Funny, I should have known that you would be a pensive drunk. But part of me hoped that you would be a loud, fun one instead." Across the table from him, Nixon smirks before taking a sip of his own drink.

Ron sits up a little straighter. "I'm not drunk."

"No, I know. I don't expect anyone will ever see the day that Ron Speirs lets down his guard in that way. I just meant that everyone else with a drink in their hand seems happy, but you don't."

There are arguments that Ron could make in response to that. But how to explain to someone as laid-back and extroverted as Lewis Nixon that he, Ron, is more of a reserved introvert who prefers people-watching to people watching? It's just his nature.

Across the pub, the group laughs again. Nixon's eyes flicker between it and Ron. "Oooh. Okay."

"What?"

Nixon leans back in his chair with a smile.

"What?"

"The new intelligence officer," Nixon says. "(Y/N). It's her, isn't it?"

Ron is thankful that, even with the alcohol that's starting to warm him from inside, he's always been good at keeping his emotions off his face, and that he's not prone to blushing. He's able to keep it cool when he asks, "What are you talking about?"

The captain in front of him just laughs. "Oh come on, Speirs. I'm an intelligence officer. It's my job to notice things. Don't deny it," he adds quickly. "Liking someone is nothing to be embarrassed about. Have you spoken to her?"

"No," Ron admits. He's not shy around girls. He's flirted before. But there's a war going on. And you're a fellow officer. There are probably rules against fraternization, and he would rather not find out what the consequence of breaking those rules is. So when Ron says he hasn't spoken to you, it's not because he's afraid to do it, but because he doesn't trust his heart not to betray him and convince him to put something above his duties in the war. Duties which, he reminds himself, he worked very hard for.

Not to mention the gnawing thought at the back of his mind that keeps telling him that he won't even survive the war.

A crease forms between Nixon's eyebrows as he mulls over Ron's short answer. "Well, are you planning to?"

"I would imagine that I'll have to speak to her at some point, as a fellow officer."

"Well, as a fellow intelligence officer, I talk to her all the time." His smile is cheeky. Even though he's inebriated -- but then again, when is he not? -- anyone could see the wheels turning in his mind as he forms a plan. "You want me to find out more about her, see if she likes anyone? You know, like a wingman?"

Ron almost scoffs. Studying at an all boys military school growing up deprived him of certain childhood experiences, but from what he heard his older sisters say about crushes and public school drama, this seems a bit like some silly high school romance idea.

"Gathering intelligence on a fellow intelligence officer," he muses instead. "That doesn't seem too smart, somehow."

Nixon twists his glass in his hand, eyebrows drawn as he looks towards you across the pub. "Don't worry, Ron. I'll figure something out."

Sometimes it's easier not to argue with someone who's drunk. Sometimes it's easier to let them think that they've won, and then be grateful in the morning when it becomes clear that they've forgotten everything from the night before.

"Sure thing." Ron downs the rest of his glass and stands, offering Nixon a nod before he heads off across the pub, straight for the door.

But behind him, a slow smile has started to creep across Nixon's face as he watches his fellow officer go. If Ron thought that he would get out of this with ease, he was sorely mistaken; it doesn't pay to underestimate Lewis Nixon when he sets his mind to something.

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