#that’d be so cool omg

[gio-cosmo]

i know its late but 🤓 + 😶‍🌫️ for the persona ask game? :)

Thanks for asking!! :)

(p4 spoilers below the cut)

Any spin-offs/remakes you want to see:

If they ever made a Strega spinoff……omg. I think I would like. Actually collapse or something. It’d be so amazing. And frankly Strega could REALLY use a spin-off — they deserve to have their storyline be more delved into and explored!! They are such an interesting trio of characters and I think (if done correctly) they could really benefit from a spin-off. At the same time though I could see Atlus potentially like…..not writing their characters well in a spin-off or something….I guess what I’m saying here is that I want Atlus to personally hire ME specifically to make a Strega spin-off! ☺️ LMFAOO all I’m saying is I could put all those hours of analyzing them to good use!! 🙏🙏🙏

ALSO! P4 remake PLEAASEEEEE OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 however. If they do end up remaking p4 they have GOT to step up their game and change some stuff around bc….oh my goodness 😞 I love p4 so so much but some stuff really has to change. The thought of a p4 remake makes me really excited but also really nervous bc ik there’s gonna be some people pushing the “keep it exactly the same don’t change anything at all” rhetoric and I’m like…..no actually they really should change some stuff 😭😭 like. For real. A p4 remake gives Atlus a chance to take a wonderful storyline/characters and really strengthen it by not making the plentiful amount of mistakes they made the first time — like this is seriously a great chance for them. The whole “accept yourself” message sort of fell flat in the original because of how they treated the characters — I think the main issue, in my eyes at least, is that p4 had such a great layout for its characters, but then they’d sideswipe everything at the end or make a joke out of it. It was like I was watching the writers self-sabotage themselves in live action. I really hope they rethink a lot of that stuff if they remake p4, because it’s essential to have the characters actually accept their entire selves when pushing the “accept yourself” message, instead of pushing a lot of stuff under the rug/flat out ignoring it. I could also go into how Naoto’s storyline was NOTTT portrayed well, especially viewing it as a trans guy, but I’ll leave that for another rambling session. Anyways! I adore p4 and would love to see it remade, but they really need to change some things around in order to give it the impact it deserves.

Okay last thing lmfao. So far I’ve really loved the persona spin-off exclusive characters (Sho, Kanami, Labrys, etc.) so I hope they get some sort of spotlight in the future. P1 / P2 remakes would be cool as well! I’ve never gotten the chance to play them so I’d really look forward to that.

Fav Dungeon:

Adachi’s!! They did such a good job with the atmosphere and music…it’s so great. Adachi will always be a favorite antagonist of mine because he’s such an interesting character to observe from an analytical viewpoint, and I think his dungeon does a great job of capturing his overall character!!

This was so fun to answer!! I hope you don’t mind the huge wall of text lol 😭 thanks again for asking :)

[hey-melissa]

Don’t be scared of the dark 🔭💚

listened to pulp musicals and now i’m OBSESSED. can’t wait for episode 4!!!

[rexoroni]

i really really really REALLY loved how every power fit the person so well like yeah give the past radio host a walkie talkie like power that can listen in also aligning with him being a listener, give the clock master the ability to control time, give the zombie the ability to revive the dead, give ldSHADOWlady a shadow like power like that’s SOSO SICKKKK

you can tell a lot of thought was put into these powers and whether they were all decisions from grian or like a group decision they were so cool i loved this ep so bad

[korn-dogz]

Sharing a stage

Summary: you’re in a band opening for Korn when their on tour and sparks start to fly with you and Jonathan

WARNING: drinking, mention of drugs and smoking, smut

This was a request from @niniackerman I hope you enjoy! also this takes place around the time their first album released 

You’ve been playing in this band for a while now, your friends said you were pretty good at guitar but you never thought so. You were good friends with the lead singer Corey, that’s how you got in

It was just a normal day at the recording studio when Corey ran in excitedly “guys! Guess what?!!” He didn’t let anyone answer before he spoke again “Jonathan Davis the lead singer of Korn just called me and asked if we could open for them on their next tour!!” Everyone even you jumped up in excitement, you didn’t believe your band was gonna be this big one day, you couldn’t believe Korn asked your band to open for them!

It had been their US tour so it was gonna be about a month being with Korn, to say you were excited was an understatement, you dreamed about the tour all week, it kept you up thinking of the fun you were gonna have. You practiced hard, you didn’t want the Korn members to think you sucked, you really liked Korn and didn’t want to make a bad impression. When the day came to meet up with the Korn members to rehearse 2 days before their tour; you were so nervous, you forgot how to act, but you pulled yourself together and went to their rehearsal

*cmon, you can do this! Don’t freak out, be normal* you reassured yourself walking into their studio with your bandmates. Corey opened the door and there low and behold was 5 men looking at you guys “hey! Thanks for agreeing to tour with us” Jonathan greeted Corey and you forgot how to speak in that moment, as if he was gonna talk to you “it’s no problem!” Corey said nonchalantly ”this is my guitarist Y/N! My drummer…..” he went on to list everyone but the way Jonathan looked at you when he mentioned your name made your heart skip a beat

Rehearsals went great, you even got to talk to munky and head, they taught you some cool riffs and really got to know them. but the whole time you couldn’t stop thinking about Jonathan, his eyes, the way he twisted his hair in his fingers….your mind lead to a dirty place, but you quickly pushed those thoughts of him away. You entered their studio with the thought of Jonathan and you left the studio with the thought of Jonathan…. You couldn’t stop thinking of Jonathan that enter night, you tossed and turned but the thought of him couldn’t get out your mind

It was finally time to go on tour, Korns manger rented out a huge bus for the two bands to share, you couldn’t believe you get to share a bus with Jonathan, it was a dream come true. Korn was a handful to be around “if you’re gonna tour with us, you gotta learn how to drink” you overheard Reggie say to Corey, it was more then just drinking, smoking, and drugs. You didn’t do drugs but it was a hard thing to refuse when you hung out with them, Jonathan never pressured you though, he was always kind to you, he would ask “how’s your day?” Or “what are you up to?” Simple things like that made you fall for him even harder

On the first day of the tour, your band finished up their set and got off stage, it at intermission at this point so Korn was up in 20 minutes, you walked off stage and one of your staff handed you a water bottle. You sat there, letting your thoughts get the better of you when you feel a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and saw Jonathan standing behind you holding a beer “hey, you did really good out there, I’ve never seen someone play like that before” your face was burning hot “you really think so? I’m flattered… thank you” he smiled warmly as he twisted his hair in his fingers, you two sat there enjoying the moment when you heard his name being called “I have to go, but I’ll see you after my set, bye Y/N” he waved at you and you waved back, you enjoyed his company, even if you two stood im complete silence

Korns set was over and Jonathan came up to you “hey Y/N! How was my set?” He jokingly said, referring back to earlier “it was amazing, you have a truly beautiful singing voice” you wanted to butter him up a bit, just like he did to you, you looked up at him to get a better view and he had a slight tint of red on his face “thank you… it means a lot” he was cute when he was nervous. You two talked for a while until you guys had to go back to the bus for the next city.

That night you spent a lot of time thinking of Jonathan, the way he complimented you, he was so cute…. and yet again you find yourself thinking of him in a different manner, you quickly brushed those thoughts away as you tried to get some sleep. The next morning you were pleasantly woken up to Jonathan nudging you awake, you smiled at him as you spoke with a raspy morning voice “morning Jon” he looked at you and said good morning back “um, you overslept and everyone is outside except for you” you got up quickly and accidentally hit your head on the top of the bunk beds “fuck!” Your hands went up to your forehead to feel the damage, it wasn’t anything you just hit your head “you ok?” Jonathan tilted his head “yeah- I’m just uh a bit clumsy..” you were embarrassed that Jonathan had to see that but you pushed through it and got ready to meet everyone outside

You all had breakfast together, and the whole time you couldn’t stop looking over at Jonathan and thinking about this morning. After that it was time to practice before your show in Iowa started, you practiced some riffs before Brian came up to you “hey Y/N! I was wondering if you are seeing anyone right now. I’m asking for someone else” your mind started to think of who that someone could be “no, I’m not seeing anyone right now, but I’m flattered that one of your friends has taken a liking to me” head nodded and went back to his area. You finished up practicing at deciding to have a little drink, you didn’t have a mini freezer on your side so you had to go to the other side to get a beer. You surprisingly didn’t see anyone on the other side, the guy must have gone off somewhere, you went over to the freezer and took out a can of bud light, you opened the can but then you hear Jonathan voice muffled, you press your ear against the door to have a better listen, there was Jonathan and head talking in the other room

Jonathan: thanks for asking them for me…. I couldn’t do it myself

Head: when did you become such a pussy? And plus you just meet them like a week ago, I don’t know if they feel the same about you dude

Jonathan: I’m not a pussy! I just- i- i got stunned when I first saw them…. I felt like i couldn’t speak

Head: damn dude! You’re really head over heels! Hahaha! I can’t wait to tell the rest of the band about this

Jonathan: Jesus…. Just don’t tell Y/N, or I’ll kill you

You heard them approaching the door so you quickly got out the room before they could see you. You couldn’t believe Jonathan has a crush on you…. You just now had to figure out how to return his feelings. You decided that after the concert ended you were gonna tell him how you felt, you only knew him for a week but it feels like you knew him for years. Your set finished and you went off stage, one of the staff handed you some water and you sat down, thinking of what Jonathan said about you when you see Jonathan coming up to you

“Hey Y/N! Your set was amazing you’re really talented…” he smiled and rubbed the back of his neck “hehe thank you Jon” your voice came off more flirty then you meant it to, but he just melted at your voice. It was time for his set and you hung around the side of the stage to watch him, he noticed you and kept on glancing at you every chance he got. He was truly beautiful, cute even; you wanted to kiss him so badly, and now you’re gonna get the chance to. When he got off the stage he ran off into another room in a hurry, you where confused and slowly walked over to the room he was in, you cautiously opened the door and saw Jonathan curled up in a ball sitting on a tiny brown couch “Jonathan? Are you okay?” You walked into the room fully and closed the door behind you “huh? Oh- hi Y/N…. Sorry you have to see me like this…” he sniffed a little before putting his head back down “can I sit down beside you?” He looked up from his knees and nodded. You gently went over to him and sat down, you titled your head towards him and look at him with worried eyes “when shows end I usually go into a room and don’t come out for 20 minutes, it’s because i want time to think I guess….” He sounded sad, you knew what that poor guy had been though “yesterday, when I came up to you after my show, I wanted to talk to you, instead of going to my room” he wanted to talk to you….. you mentally started freaking out as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, he was so cute “wow… that means a lot to me Jonathan” you smiled widely and played with your thumbs nervously, you decided to make the first move when he uncurled himself out of his ball “Jonathan?” He looked over at you with those same eyes “yeah?” This was it, it was now of never “um, can I kiss you?” His eyes widened at your words but he quickly softened them “yeah, I’d love that” you put a hand on his leg and slowly inched yourself towards him

Your lips caught his and you closed your eyes at the sensation, his lips were so soft….. he was perfect. He leaned into you more and he put his hand on your cheek as he deepened the kiss. He started to move his other hand up your waist and it gave you shivers which made you release a quiet whimper, you felt him grin against your lips as his hand made its way further up your chest, but before he could do anything he pulled his hand away and brings it back to his own shirt. He lets go of the kiss to take off his shirt, you’ve seen him on stage with his shirt off but nothing compares to his chest up close “you like it?”he said teasingly “yeah, a lot, I’ve always seen you with your shirt of on stage but.. it’s nothing compared to this” you kissed him harder this time, putting your hands on his hairy chest. He pulled you closer to him and ran his hands through your hair, you broke the kiss and started to kiss his neck, the noises he made when you bit on his sweet spot was so hot…

You made your way down his neck and to his chest, you started to gently lick and bite his nipples as he throws his head back. You kiss your way down his chest and made it to his happy trail, which, is that hottest part of the man. You tugged on the waist band of his purple Adidas tracksuit looking for consent, he nodded his head eagerly, and you pulled down his pants, there you could see his needy cock begging for attention through his boxers, you pressed down on his clothed tip as he let a groan “please… stop teasing me..” you giggled as you slowly pulled down his boxers, his hard dick sprung out and was leaking with pre cum “you’re so excited, just from us two making out?” You chuckled as you held him in your hand “ive- I’ve wanted this for a while now haha..” he was getting impatient with his needy cock in yours hands. You decided it was enough teasing and you ran your tongue from the bottom of his dick to his tip, once you got to the tip you sucked on his tip hard; which made him moan and grab into your hair. You like ether reaction you got out of him so you went further down, his pubes tickled your nose a bit as you gagged a bit on his length

“Shit… You’re so pretty when you gag on me” you smiled around his dick, you didn’t know he was a dirty talker…it made things more fun with him. You started to pick up the pace as you feel him twitch in your mouth “oh fuck.. mhh! I’m so close” he had a tighter grip on your hair then before. To speed up the process you used your free hand to play with his neglected balls, he let out a loud moan as his hand flew to cover his mouth; afraid of someone knocking on the door and ruining your moment ”fuck! Fuck! I-I’m cuming!” He shuttered as he pushed your head all the way down his cock as he came into your mouth. You swallowed all of his seed and took your mouth off of him

He caught his breath as he smiled at you “t-thanks” he put his clothes back on as you recovered from swallowing his cum “anything for you Jon~” you giggled as you helped him put his clothes back on

you two sneakily slipped out the room without anyone getting suspicious, and headed backstage “dude Y/N, where have you’ve been? We’ve been waiting for you” you awkwardly laughed “heh, sorry I got….. lost” you quickly came up with an excuse as you saw Jonathan talking to his band members, you two shared a glance and headed into the tour bus

You and Jonathan sat next to each other on the buses small couches, when he thought no one was listening he leaned in “um so, does this mean we’re dating?” You never did tell him how much you liked him, oh well, you’d save it for another time “yes, it does cutie” you kissed him on the cheek as you heard head gasp “OH MY GOD! THEY JUST KISSED!” You jumped as you didn’t realized head was in front of you the whole time “JONATHAN LIKES Y/N!!!” He was obviously drunk but it was funny to see him jump around and point at the two of you. You laughed as you looked over at Jon who was red as a tomato, he was covering his face, you leaned in close and whispered to him “I really really, do like you Jonathan, I just wanted to say that you make my heart flutter every time I look at you, I wanted to say that before we become serious” you kissed hi earlobe and pulled away going to go tell head yo shut up. You left Jonathan a blushing mess



[d4rkshad0w]

yall ever think cassie comes on here to get ideas for twp cuz that’d be cool. imagine writing your idea for a scene and then seeing something resembling that in the book.

[kimetsu-chan]

Man I wish we could give reactions to comments like on gamejolt D:

[barneysbigstompers]

IM STILL HOOKED ON THIS STUPID STREAMING FANTASY

[feather--fae]

Okay but the emotional journey I went on today when I saw the new wtnv ep in my YouTube subscriptions and saw it’s titled “nv229 final full.” First reaction was oh that’s probably just a mistake, second reaction was oh GOD what if lubelle explained away the whole PODCAST? What if she found out that they’re fictional and made it known that they’re in a podcast and that’s why it’s titled that??? Only to be followed by relief/disappointment when I checked on Spotify and saw that yes, it was a mistake, the episode is in fact totally normal :/

[starved-vyka]

i was exploring this shopping centre and i went to the top floor cause i don’t usually go there but wtf is this

[windwakingwhale]

I love how the concept art was “terrifying monstrosities that will scare the bejeezus outta you” and we got “silly spider robots” either way, they still scare the life out of me. i have the guardian theme set as my alarm so i wake up and run out of my bed every morning. it’s rather efficient.

I thought about the creepy botw guardians concepts and needed to draw ‘em

I have two in the rain because big monsters+ rain it's kinda epic. I'm not even scared of spiders or crabs but this crab is making me uncomfortable.. it's giving me the heebie jeebies. I love the fluffy one he doesn't even need white fur to live in the snow because he's the biggest boy.

[tryingtofindava]

OMG , OMG, Are you an expert in creepypasta, I want to give you my request If you don't mind ... May i've a request for Jeff the killer,ticcy toby , Laughing Jack ( if you write for him ) and eyeless Jack please?!

With sweet fem s/o who don't know they are serial killers and only give them affection (like kisses every day) NSFW

Preatty please, love you baby

── 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭! 𝐒/𝐎

: ̗̀➛Back to Source

INCLUDES: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, and Eyeless Jack.

srry pookie bear not touching the nsfw today :c might come back to this idea later with just NSFW tho >:)

╰┈➤ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

You definitely got his eye when he first saw you, immediately taking in your sweet bubbly aura. (You were definitely on his bucket list of victims after he stalked you for a bit)

But one day, he got a little too cocky and you caught him. And to his surprise you didn’t seem to mind at all when you found this questionable looking stranger stalking around outside your bedroom window.

You’re guys difference in aesthetic in personality is what made you guys hit it off. YOU GUYS ARE THE DEFINITION OF SUNSHINE X MOON.

He thinks you’re too sweet to actually be sweet tbh, but you never fail to prove him wrong.

He’s cocky and arrogant, and the god complex on this man is UNBELIEVABLE… The only reason you’re alive in his head is because he was gracious enough to let you continue with your life. Not that he’d tell you that ofc!!

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course, you’re so handsome!!”

He likes that you agree he’s beautiful for sure. (He fishes for compliments all the time, anything to stroke his ego.)

He’s possessive, and borderline obsessive. You’re his. And that’s that.

He takes you where he wants, when he wants. The woods? Yep. The shitty convenience store toilets? Double yep yep. Anywhere you guys could get caught in general? YUP.

Double life points because you don’t even know he’s a literal serial killer, like, even though all the signs and red flags are there.

When you guys started to date, he did soften up a bit, not as cruel and mean. But only a little bit. He LIVES for the surprise kisses.

Typa guy who’d ask ‘where’s my hug at?’

╰┈➤𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲

This boy THRIVES off how sweet you are, it all works in his favour really. Your house is like his hide out spot, away from his… ‘work’ and honestly just everything.

You’re his safe space. His home.

He does think you’re a bitty dull though, and he often wonders how long his ‘I’m a hunter’ excuse will work.

He’d try his very hardest to keep you a secret from the others, but his Tourette’s to make him tic and stutter put your name and nicknames. Which definitely raises some questions on who this ‘Y/n’ and ‘Schatz’ is.

“A-a-and then he- Y/n- fuh-fuck…”

Please, please, please help him through his episodes and tic attacks. He’ll cherish you forever and ever. (He already did but it’s set in stone now.)

He likes that you’re nice to him, he feels so super duper special that he’s getting love and affection, him! Of all ppl!! (poor boy just needs some loving yall)

He’s ECSTATIC when you guys start to date, he’s not very experienced since he’s only dated Clockwork (my beloved) BUT HE’S A FAST LEARNER AND PICKS UP ON EVERYTHING QUICKLY!! ^^

He was so super shocked when you started giving him little kisses here and there, and it soon becomes a game of who can get the most surprise kisses in a day. (He’s proper pouncing on you to get to ur neck)

╰┈➤ 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤

When you guys first met, it was around 9pm. It was dark outside, the street lamps Turing on one by one. We’re carrying home some grocery bags, and when you bumped into a tall, dark and mysterious man with an eerie mask… you immediately compliment his cosplay.

“Ohhh, cool cosplay!!”

“What…?”

Okiii, so anyways you guys are dating now<3

He’s a sneaky one for sure, out of him, Toby and Jeff, he’s the best at keeping what he does a secret. Not that’d you’d notice either way but… yh.

He’s a possessive bastard like Jeff though, he worries about how sweet you are to everyone, he’d hate if someone were to upset you or even worse, hurt you… (And if they do he’d take care of them for you)

He likes that you don’t question his grey skin, empty eye sockets, the sharp teeth, 3 tongues, and ESPECIALLY the tar dripping from where his eyes should be. Less work for him to make up excuses.

But, that doesn’t stop you from questioning his eating habits…

Always questioning him and lecturing him of he shouldn’t feast on raw ‘animals’. Yeah… you bet your ass he’s not telling you about the cannibal or demon thing. And it’s gonna stay like that.

You’re too sweet and pure to him to be revealed to the horrors that is himself. How he longs to be in a universe with you were he can be normal so you guys could live the white picket fence life style.

But, he doesn’t get that. But at least he gets you all to himself, demon or not.

He’s more stunned by your surprise kisses against his mask, but he does find it adorable, how couldn’t he? The way you lean up on your tippy toes with puckered lips. He can’t help himself but slide his mask up and take you right then and there.

wowee was this long, can u tell I had to get this out of my system:3

[the-laughing-lunatic]

uhhhchhdhfhdhd can you maybe do something with the mercs (all 9 if thats cool, but if not then just sniper and medic!!) with a reader that cant sleep so they just. go to their room and ask if they can cuddle with them

(ofc! This was rlly fun to write, I’ll prolly write for all of them later if yall are interested enough :> thx for requesting!)

Medic and Sniper with a reader asking for cuddles (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Sniper☆

He’s a tad confused when you show up to his camper van

I mean, he’d never turn down cuddling you, that’d be bloody stupid of him

“Why you wanna cuddle with me though, mate? I don’t exactly got the most comfortable sleepin’ conditions.”

“Because it’s you, Mick. If you don’t want to, that's fine.”

“Woah, woah, mate you’re twisting my words. I mean, I’d love that. Uh, come in I guess.”

Bro is so awkward omg- 

Does not know how to initiate physical contact at all so he just kind of stands until you lay down on the bed

The bed in his van is already really small so it forces you two to be even closer

He doesn’t really like being super close, but he likes to have an arm around you to have that connection

Kind of guy that needs noise to sleep, he’d be perfectly content to listen to you ramble about anything as he holds you.

Very light sleeper, def gets up in the middle of the night a few times but he’d be very careful not to disturb your sleep

He really does enjoy holding you and would like to do it more, but will absolutely not unless you ask first

In the morning he’ll fix you coffee and fairy bread to be polite

Really wants to do that again but will absolutely not ask you, way too awkward for that

☆Medic☆

You had gone to Medic’s bedroom to ask him if you two could cuddle…but he wasn’t there

You went to his lab next, where he sat hunched over his desk, frantically scribbling away on some papers. “Ohoho! Hello mein fruend, I didn’t notice you. What do you need?”

“I can’t sleep, can we cuddle?”

“If you wish, you may sit here while I work.”

You’d sit in his lap as he continued to write something or other, with one of his arms wrapped around your waist

It was nice for a bit, he’s big and warm, but it was too uncomfortable to actually try to sleep and you were tired

“Mm, Ludwig, when do you actually go to bed?”

“Ahehe, I think around one or two,” he said sheepishly.

“You think?”

“I normally just pass out at my desk.”

“...okay, we’re going to bed now,” you said, getting off his lap and dragging him to his bed

He’d (begrudgingly) come along after a lot of complaining about how he needed to get the work done

He likes having you lay on top of him, it calms him down to feel the weight of you (he def has a weighted blanket on the rare nights he sleeps in his bed)

Traces your skin and absentmindedly talks about where each of your organs are underneath 

He falls asleep very quickly, you have to take his glasses off and place them on the nightstand (mf wears glasses while he sleeps, they’re crooked as hell)

His grip is so tight even as he sleeps though, you wanna move? Ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.

In the morning bro is always awake before you, no matter how early you get up 

If he’s feeling quirky maybe you’ll get breakfast in bed

(He may put caffeine in your food at dinner so you wont be able to sleep and you’ll cuddle him, until you catch him–)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | two.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by william.franklyn.miller, levizmiller, amitasuman_, and others

y/n — been missing these lads as of late 🫡

dior.n.goodjohn HOW IS EVERYONE YOU WORK WITH SO GORGEOUS ↳ y/n GIRL YOU BETTER BE INCLUDING YOURSELF WHEN YOU SAY THAT

iamcharliebushnell aww these are cute ↳ y/n why ty

levizmiller i miss you too :( ↳ y/n :( can i visit you and ed soon ↳ levizmiller WDYM OF COURSE YOU CAN

calamawy The 30th is right around the corner 👀 Dinner at 5:30? My place? ↳ y/n OH MY GOD YES

matt_lintz WHY DO I STILL HAVE YOUR BLAZER ↳ y/n STOP THATS WHERE ITS BEEN 😭 anyways tell my lover girl i say hi ↳ matt_lintz oi she’s my girl ↳ y/n sharing is caring my friend 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1 I have so many rolls of film to show you ↳ y/n no way so do i ↳ freddycarter1 This is definitely the universe’s way of telling us we have to meet up 😅 That polaroid of Amita and I will remain superior btw ↳ y/n UR WELCOME FOR THE BEST IMAGE EVER, but yes we do. imma be in london soon 🫡

william.franklyn.miller a little birdie told me you’d be photographing a certain someone ↳ y/n definitely not you ↳ william.franklyn.miller in your dreams, darling

iamcharliebushnell can i come over ↳ y/n i’m a couple hundred miles from japan tonight ↳ iamcharliebushnell what (imy) ↳ y/n jk no i’m gonna go to bed (i’ll stay up for fifteen more mins) ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😭 (good)

LUKEY POOKIE SENT A MESSAGE !

lukey pookie

hiiiiiiiiiiiii

↳ HI CHARLIE

lukey pookie

OH OK HI Y/N

↳ WASSUP

lukey pookie

I MISS YOU

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 🙄

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 😾

↳ why

lukey pookie

BECAUSE

anyways

i just realized we never got to go watergliding

↳ sadly :/

lukey pookie

that’s why we should

soon

↳ OMG that’d be cool

but i’m so busy rn 😭

lukey pookie

hey hey that’s okay

i’m sure we’ll find time?

↳ i hope sooo

but yeah i got a lot happening tmrw

lukey pookie

oh??

↳ yeah 😭 gotta prep for more of the filming and i have several photoshoots coming up

lukey pookie

THATS EXCITING THO

↳ YEAH

im just exhausted

lukey pookie

when i see you next i’ll make you your fav tea again

that’s a promise

↳ awww charlie 🥹 you’re too sweet

lukey pookie

only for the best :)

you should sleep now

↳ yuuup

goodnight, c ❤️

lukey pookie

goodnight, y/n ❤️

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[quizzicalwriter]

omg could u do a fic where dallas has been trying to call y/n all day only to find out that she’s sick and he takes care of her

Fever

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas hasn’t seen you all day, so he drops by uninvited. Don’t worry, he’ll take care of you - the best he can, anyway.

Warnings: None! Fluff and cute Dallas.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 2.5k

It was an agonizingly hot Friday morning, one where you’d spent the better part of your morning resting your cheek against the cool porcelain of your bathroom sink instead of getting ready. The morning whirled on around you, radio softly humming from your bedroom where you’d begrudgingly slapped at your alarm clock, somehow failing to turn it off but being too tired to do anything other than stagger toward the bathroom.

You somehow managed to take care of your necessities while the weatherman droned on about the lovely temperatures, you groaned in response - either he was lying, or you were getting sick. The thought had crossed your mind yesterday when you’d hardly been able to concentrate as an older woman asked for another cup of coffee, too preoccupied with the overwhelming exhaustion settling heavy in your bones and the pounding headache that’d made its home in the back of your skull - neither of which had faded over the night.

Stubbornness ran deep, and it certainly did in you. So you decided to disregard the nausea settling in your stomach as you got yourself dressed, only dry-heaving once as you started the trek to your workplace. Usually, you’d call Dallas to drive you to and fro - not that you needed him to, it was only a fifteen-minute walk, but he insisted and you weren’t one to deny a free ride. But the thought of getting into a car and breathing in cigarette smoke only soured your stomach more, so you walked alone and clocked in for your shift only five minutes late.

The hours passed, time murky as your brain swelled within your skull, pressing against the confines of bone as you scrawled down another order for coffee and eggs. You’d been halfway into your shift before your manager pulled you aside, concern written over his face as he helped you to sit down. Your manager wasn’t normally kind, a rugged older man from an era where surviving wasn’t the easiest, and it showed on the lines across his face and the look in his eyes. For him to show you kindness worried you somewhat, but the sweltering of your skin underneath your uniform pushed away any other feeling besides exhaustion.

He drove you home, talking your non-listening ear off about things you could do to ease your fever, and how he’d have your coworker cover your shift. You tried to listen, you really did, but the bumps along the road and the scent of passing restaurants readying their ovens for the day filled the air with an aroma that would’ve been pleasant to anyone who wasn’t currently battling the urge to void their stomach of its contents. He reached your house in less than five minutes, something you were sure was due to him not wanting to catch whatever the hell you’d caught. You gave him a brief nod and wave, one he returned with a smile before peeling off back toward the diner.

You fumbled with your keys, managing to unlock your front door after two failed attempts. Thankfully the air conditioning in your house had kicked on, keeping it much cooler than you’d left it only hours prior. You kicked your shoes off, not bothering to make the small walk to your bedroom in favor of the living room couch that seemed to be calling your name. You collapsed onto the cool leather with a groan, your eyes squeezing shut as you willed yourself to sleep.

What you’d forgotten to do was call Dallas, leaving him alone and frustrated as he watched everyone pour out of the diner. He noticed some of your coworkers, all smiling and laughing amongst each other as they piled into their cars as the next shift trudged toward the building. He flicked the built-up ash off the end of his cigarette, contemplating if it was worth it to go inside, figuring you were likely in the restroom or gathering your stuff.

That was until your manager spotted him, the older man’s brow furrowing as he made his way outside and toward the thunderbird that revved to life enough to annoy the living hell out of him - much to Dallas’s pleasure. Dallas waved the hand he had draped out the window, exhaling a lungful of smoke toward the man as he approached the driver's side.

“She’s sick. I drove her home earlier.”

Dallas clicked his tongue against his teeth, lifting his hand to place his cigarette between his lips as he started the car back up. Your manager jumped back onto the curb as Dallas peeled out of the parking lot, half pissed that you hadn’t bothered to call and half worried that you were so sick that you hadn’t had the energy to do so. Deciding to play on the side of caution, he dropped by the gas station on the way, snagging a few items he’d heard helped - or at least he hoped helped.

He parked along the street, not bothering the fix his parking as the front tire scraped against the edge of the sidewalk. With a hefty paper bag of everything he could manage to grab he made his way toward your front door, only to find it locked. He sighed, tilting his head back to look toward your neighboring houses, ensuring nobody was looking at him as he snuck around the side. He’d been with you long enough to know you always kept your bedroom window unlatched, it was always a mixup of whether it was going to be sweltering or freezing in Tulsa, so you kept it unlatched in case you needed it cracked in the night.

After a quick peek into the darkness that shrouded your bedroom, he pressed the glass upward, grimacing at the wall of cold air that smacked into him as he ducked into your window. Your radio softly played, older music hits that you’d usually have turned off when you woke up in the morning. Dallas sighed, closing the window gently behind him, taking a second to shut off your radio before moving through the frigid house.

“Doll?” He called, worry settling like a pit in his lower stomach. “Got you some stuff.”

When you didn’t reply to his call his worry grew deeper. He sped up his steps, nearly knocking over the bag of medicinal supplies he’d snagged as he tossed the paper bag onto your kitchen counter. His worry faded as he entered your living room, finding you draped over the expanse of your couch, arm draped over the side, fingers skimming the carpet below as you slept.

With a quiet laugh, he moved toward you, whispering a greeting as he scooped you into his arms. His scent was something you recognized instinctually, even in your fever-ridden mind. Your hands grasped at his jacket, face skewed up in a small grimace as he carried you down the hall toward your bedroom. It wasn’t often that Dallas was soft with you, he tried, but he was always a rugged man and it showed in his actions and thoughts.

“Real sick, huh?” He asked, voice barely above a murmur as he shifted near your bed, bending at the hip to help you lay down. You only mustered a nod in reply, body burning and mind nearly numb from the steady headache that coursed through your brain.

Your half-opened eyes watched as he kicked his shoes off, jeans following suit before he moved toward you, gently pushing you toward the center of your bed. You grumbled, causing him to stifle a laugh as he moved beside you, wrapping an arm around your middle.

“Grumpy.” He stated, words closer to a taunt than anything. You hadn’t the energy to fire back as you normally would, so you sufficed with a quick swat to his arm. One he laughed at after feigning being hurt, relenting in his attitude with a soft kiss to your temple. “Proving my point, y’know.”

Despite the nausea souring your stomach, you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in your chest at his words. You wanted nothing more than to goof around with him as you normally did, but the most you could muster was a nod and a short-lived smile as you tried to quell your pounding brain with the warmth of his touch.

“Here-“ He huffed out, helping you to turn over. You pouted, your signature move whenever you were forced to do something you didn’t want to do, one that made Dallas roll his eyes. “It’ll help, shut up.”

You were about to complain until his hand slunk underneath your shirt, fingernails gently tracing along your spine. The touch was featherlight, goosebumps following wherever his touch went. An involuntary sigh fell from your lips as you sunk into the mattress, eyes fluttering shut, the only sound besides your breathing being a triumphant laugh from Dallas.

“Learned this from a girl.” He mumbled out through a yawn, the words causing you to look over your shoulder toward him with a scowl. He returned the look with a joking scorn of his own. “I was sixteen. So jealous.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, scooting closer to him. His thumb brushed against the nape of your neck, fingers smoothing over the curve of your shoulder before trailing his fingertips back down your spine. His touch was soft, so incredibly soft. You’d hardly noticed you were falling asleep until you felt the warmth of your bedsheets pulled over you, followed by a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck.

Hours passed before you woke, at least you gathered it’d been hours due to the moonlight pouring in through your bedroom window and the absence of Dallas beside you. While your headache wasn’t as prominent as it had been earlier, nausea still made itself known in your stomach, seemingly exacerbated by your lack of eating. With a groan you pushed the bedsheets off of yourself, hands wiping the sleep from your eyes as your feet found the cool hardwood floor beneath you.

You’d half expected that Dallas had left, but the thought was wiped from your mind when you’d nearly tripped over his shoes that’d been perched at the end of your bed. As much as you wanted to be irritated over having tripped, you only felt relief over the fact that he’d stayed. The house felt warmer than before, a savory aroma wafting through the air - both most likely Dallas’s doing.

The television sounded from your living room, sports scores echoing down to your bedroom as you walked down the hallway, arms wrapped loosely around your middle. It wasn’t loud enough to be burdensome, roughly the volume you’d keep it whenever you were cooking and didn’t want to miss out on anything. As you rounded the corner into your living area you spotted Dallas in the kitchen, face a perfect picture of focus as he cooked something on your stovetop.

“Hey.” You murmured, causing him to jump. You laughed out an apology as you moved behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you rested your cheek against his back. He was always so warm, it even seemed to help your subtle headache. He reached his hand behind himself to pat your thigh, wordlessly acknowledging you as he continued cooking.

“Got this from the DX, didn’t realize it needed to be cooked.” His voice sounded almost defeated, but by the way the air smelled you gathered he’d done it right. You hummed in reply, placing a short kiss on his back before moving around to inspect his handy work.

“Most food does.” You chided, earning you a grunted-out laugh from Dallas. “It looks good, thank you.”

He gave you a brief smile, leaning over a fraction to grab the now-empty can before handing it to you. Somehow he’d snagged your favorite kind, or at least the type you tolerated the most. You couldn’t remember ever talking about soup with him, but it’d be on par for Dallas to remember something so small.

As if sensing your confusion, he responded with, “Last time you were sick you mentioned liking it. Figured you’d want it, y’know?”

It was sweet, sweet enough to leave you smiling despite the nausea. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, not wanting to kiss his cheek or his lips in case what you had was contagious. He waved you off with feigned annoyance, moving over to your cabinet to grab a bowl before pouring out a serving for you. You peeked over his shoulder, soon taking his place as he moved over to your refrigerator to grab himself something to drink.

Before you could grab the porcelain bowl he’d swooped in front of you, shooting you a dirty look for even having considered carrying a bowl while you were sick. You followed beside him with a scoffed-out laugh, the television soon becoming louder as you both moved to sit down on the same couch you’d passed out on when you’d gotten home.

“Here-“ He muttered, giving you a moment to get yourself comfortable before handing over the bowl along with a water bottle. You gave him a brief smile in return, screwing off the top of the water bottle before downing a few mouthfuls.

You scooted closer to him, legs folded beneath yourself as you spooned some of the still-hot broth into your mouth, eyes glued to the television. He didn’t care enough about being sick to push you away, after all, you’d taken care of him when he’d had the stomach flu for nearly a week, so he let you rest against him as you both watched the game.

“Did you want to go to the doctor?” He asked after a moment, gaze flickering down to you. You thought for a moment before shaking your head, cooling off another spoonful of broth. He sighed, eyes rolling as he returned his attention to the television with a quiet, “Stubborn ass.”

“Expensive.” You retorted through a laugh. “Besides, I probably have the flu or a stomach bug. Don’t want to waste money on it.”

He lifted his hips then, freeing his wallet from his back pocket before plopping the leather down into your lap. You leaned forward, placing your bowl onto the coffee table before fumbling with his wallet. Whenever you’d come into financial trouble, Dallas had always been able to help. You’d never questioned it, knowing that he did risky things for money and to simply survive.

“Dallas-“ You started, finding your words quickly cut off with a hush from Dallas. He looked over to you, hand moving to brush back your hair as he responded with a gentle, “I’ve got it, don’t worry about it.”

That was that, you knew him well enough to know there was no use arguing with him. You were both stubborn, especially when it came to each other. You leaned up onto your knees, pressing a gentle kiss to his jaw before retrieving your bowl, and settling back into his side.

“I’ll pay you back.” You replied, words earning you a gruff laugh as Dallas shook his head.

“Just let me take care of you, doll.”

You relented, chewing at the inside of your cheek as you fought back a smile. You’d find a way to pay him back, maybe not with monetary means, but you’d find a way. For now, you’d savor the feeling of being curled into his side, both of you sucked into a sports game, truly comfortable in each other's presence.

A/N: More fluff!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! Thank you so much for the continued support and love you show me and my work, I appreciate you all so so much!! As always, you can find my work over on AO3 under the username, “Unscriptural.” Thank you again!

[heliads]

Hiya Lisa my love!! I think this may be the first request I’m sending you (omg!?) But I am so excited to do so, and of course for our best boy Jack Wilder <3

Okay this one’s a little silly but I’m thinking Jack Wilder x reader where the reader is part of the Horsemen, but Jack and her don’t exactly get along all too well (enemies/reluctant allies to lovers). I’m thinking they’re sent off together to check out and map a location for the Horsemen’s next big act (maybe a fancy gala! That’d be so fun!), but the whole time they’re just bickering and shooting jabs at each other and the other guys are on comms and are just So Tired™ of their bullshit 😭

amber i love you for this

masterlist

You don’t think you’ve ever seen the magical enigma known professionally as J. Daniel Atlas and familiarly as a pain in all of your asses as stressed as he is right before the start of a new job. The Horsemen are world renowned for their intricate performances and flawless setups, which only serves to increase the pressure on all of you to keep one-upping yourselves every time you appear in the spotlight. Danny has taken it upon himself to make sure that all of you stay perfect, and that responsibility is manifesting itself in the form of a lecture right now.

He’s standing in front of you, eyes wild with the fire of what could be creative genius or perhaps too much coffee, and rattling off a series of questions to make sure you know what you’re doing.

“Where are you going?” He asks first.

You meet his gaze steadily. “The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Specifically the busiest areas during the Met Gala.”

“How are you entering?” Danny queries.

“Two ways. First, as a tourist, to spot the security cameras. Then, I’ll go again at night, to lay some cameras of our own and run some more thorough investigations.”

Danny takes a step closer. His hands are steepled together, making him the perfect picture of a plotting supervillain from one of those bad action movies Merritt keeps playing. “What, specifically, are you looking for?”

You want to roll your eyes, but you learned a long time ago that showing any sort of emotion except for intensity in front of Daniel Atlas during his mad planning sessions is only asking for trouble. So, you keep your cool, or you try to, at least. “The normal stuff. Alcoves and closets where we can hide. Areas with low security presence. Entrances and exits. Janitors. Extra uniforms. That sort of thing.”

Daniel nods once, the only sign that you’re not outright bombing his little pop quiz. “And who is going with you on this reconnaissance mission?”

This time, you can’t disguise your sigh of disgust. “I’m taking a stubborn child.”

Danny gives you a cool stare. “Try again.”

You give him a look, but Daniel is prone to winning staring contests, especially when he’s in this sort of mood, so you cut your losses and give in. “Fine. I’m taking Jack.”

To your side, someone starts clapping. “Perfect response!”

You and Daniel both turn in unison to see your recon partner applauding your sarcastic answer from his chair a few paces away. His feet are kicked up on the table in front of him, and although he had been aimlessly scrolling through his phone this entire time, he’s put the device down temporarily so he can remind you just how strong a bond the two of you share. Which is to say, in no uncertain terms, none at all.

Daniel glances back at you. “You’re not going to let the two of you working together be a problem, will you?”

You fold your arms across his chest, affronted. “I won’t. You might want to double-check with my so-called partner, though. Who, by the way, is free to answer any of these questions on his own. I don’t see why I’m the one who has to know everything while he gets off easy. Aren’t we sharing this responsibility? And by extension, this interrogation?”

Jack just flashes you a thousand-watt smile. “You seemed to have it covered, sweetheart. Besides, I just like hearing the sound of your lovely voice.”

You flip him off. He blows you a kiss, then does the same. Daniel looks ready to burst a blood vessel. “Focus, you two. I want no slip ups. We’re stealing the show of the Met Gala. If we make a mistake, I think Anna Wintour will personally kill us.”

“She’s going to do that anyway,” Jack muses, “We’re interrupting her little fashion show. God forbid someone focuses on us instead of all the celebrities who aren’t even dressing to theme. If I had that money, I could do way better, is all I’m saying.”

You shoot him a perplexed look. “Since when have you paid attention to the Met Gala outfits? Last time I tried talking about it, you told me that was all absurdist nonsense.”

“Maybe I was just talking about you,” Jack answers vaguely. “I’m allowed to, like, develop interests.”

You toss him a glare, then turn back to Daniel, who for some reason looks somewhat entertained. “Can we go back to the plan, please?”

Danny straightens up. “Yes, I’d like that. I’ve briefed both of you on the entrances and exits I need you to scout out–”

“Too many times,” Jack cuts in. He’s not wrong. Danny’s been over this every hour on the hour since you got the call to stage your own show at one of the most famous fashion opportunities of the year.

Daniel, however, seems to think that he hasn’t mentioned the details enough. Now Jack is on the receiving end of not just your glare but Daniel’s as well. “As I was saying,” Danny continues smoothly, “You’ll get in and get out. Try not to move too quickly, you don’t want to attract attention, but don’t linger too long, either.”

“We’ll be fine,” you assure him. “Not our first rodeo.”

Danny nods hesitantly. “I know. Just your first rodeo together in a while.”

That’s no big secret. You and Jack may both be Horsemen, but that certainly doesn’t mean you have to like each other. In fact, you couldn’t be farther from it. You’re not enemies, so to speak, an enemy is the FBI or the CIA, but referring to whatever exists between you as friendship is stretching the truth. You’re more like uncertain, unhappy allies. You’ll work together so long as you get paid and stay in the spotlight while you’re at it, but you’re not likely to grab drinks after a show together.

However, the Horsemen come first above any personal squabble. Always. That’s the one thing you and Jack can agree on. What you’re working on is bigger than the two of you, it’s bigger than all of you. To most of the world, you are magic. No rift between teammates is worth damaging that ideal.

That’s why Jack straightens up at last, and dons an expression verging on solemnity. “We’ll do our part, Danny. No need to worry.”

“There had better not be,” Daniel comments, but he backs off after that, and leaves to track down Merritt to deliver a similar speech.

Now alone, Jack’s familiar cavalier attitude comes back in a flash. “Can’t wait for our little date tomorrow, L/N,” he tells you.

You roll your eyes. “It’s going to be so much fun.”

The next morning, you and Jack wait your turn in the entrance queue at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You’re both disguised with baseball caps pulled low over your heads, then paired with sunglasses, and you each have fake IDs in your pockets just in case. It’s surprisingly easy to get around undetected; although the Horsemen are famous the world over, no one expects to see them outside of one of your performances. It makes no sense to spot one of you in a coffee shop or in line ahead of you, so their minds just glance over you as if you were never there at all.

It’s certainly convenient. You could always go to an outside source for intel, but if there’s one lesson you’ve learned throughout your time, it’s to never trust anyone outside of your immediate circle. There are always people who’ll sell off your secrets, or debunkers frothing at the mouth to show how you do what you do.

No, it’s best to keep everything under wraps, even if it makes disguises necessary. There’s a brief moment of panic in which the security guard checking Jack’s bag lingers on his face a little longer than usual, but he’s waved through soon enough and then you’re able to wander further into the museum.

A voice crackles over your earpiece. “What was that about?” Danny, paranoid as always.

Jack shrugs, directing his voice towards you so no one will suspect he’s talking to anyone else. “Probably just a newbie convinced they’ll catch a would-be robber by checking my hand sanitizer close enough. They didn’t plant any bugs, we’re good. Most likely, she was just captivated by my exceedingly good looks and got distracted.”

You scoff. “Or maybe she was just fascinated by your hideousness and wanted a better look.”

Jack clutches a hand to his heart, feigning agony. “My hideousness?” Y/N, I’m hurt.”

“Good,” you smile saccharinely at him.

Daniel sighs in a gust of static over your earpiece. “Focus, you two. Please.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Jack says. “We’ll get to work.”

You and Jack slip through the exhibits, pretending to examine paintings in sculptures when, in reality, you’re looking harder at the security features in each room. The Horsemen already have a rough plan in mind for how you’re going to enter and exit, but the security presence could change which specific entrance you use.

When you loiter a little too long near one oil painting of two nobles dancing at a lavish ball, Jack doubles back to your side. “Everything alright? We haven’t been noticed yet, have we?”

You shake your head, snapping yourself back to reality. “No, we’re fine. Just looking. I love this year’s theme for the gala. If I had an actual invitation, I would have worn something like the dress in this painting. I would want to, at least. Of course, that would only happen if we weren’t breaking in, but. Yeah. That’s what I would do.”

You realize you’re rambling and try to cut yourself off, but you’ve already been going on for a while. You wait for Jack to tease you, but instead, the corner of his lips tugs up in a soft half-smile. “It would look good,” he admits, “You would. Maybe we should petition Danny to let us dress up. We could recreate the painting.”

He swoops closer, placing one hand on your waist and taking yours with the other, spinning you into a waltz just like in the painting. Jack pulls you close in an exaggerated dip just like in the painting, one that takes you a little too near the painting. One of the security guards surges across the room to tell you two to move away again. Jack lets you up, then exaggeratedly apologizing, slapping the guy on the back as a gesture of camaraderie. As the guard walks away, you can see the tracer he’s planted, one that will give you two much-needed information on the paths each guard takes on their shift.

“Nice one,” you breathe.

“Yeah,” Jack says, but he’s still looking at you, as if mentally cataloging each and every place his hands had been just moments before. “I am nice.”

You swat him on the shoulder, and he winks. Rather than give that an answer, you head to the next exhibit. The two of you tag the next few guards you come across, noting janitor’s closets and fire exits while you’re at it. 

It’s easy to settle into a rhythm. You go from room to room, you snipe at each other, you get the job done. Jack passes a sculpture of a nude woman and suggests that be the costume you wear to the Gala, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively; you tell him that you’ll do it only when he’s got biceps the size of the Greek hero statue next to it.

Eventually, you only have one tag left. This one, though, will be the most difficult. The chief security guard has access to the central security station of the museum; by bugging him, you can get the passcode to the main room, which would be a significant help. The only problem is that you’ll have to get close enough to talk to the guy, and he looks far more suspicious of everyone around him than any of the other guards.

You volunteer to do it, and weave your way over to the guard in charge. It takes a heady dose of flirting, but you’re able to get the job done eventually. You do have to shell out a fake phone number, but he’ll only find out the number isn’t yours later that night. No harm, no foul.

Or, not according to you, at least. When you walk back over to Jack, though, your partner in crime has his arms folded tight across his chest, and he looks more annoyed than you’ve seen him all day. At last, something has managed to pierce his armor of sarcastic, joking indifference, but you’re not sure what.

“He seems nice,” Jack says, voice unnaturally calm, “Maybe you do want to take him out on a date after this, like you said.”

You laugh. “We both know that was an act, Wilder. No need to get jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he insists, “I have nothing to be jealous of.”

“Nothing?” You ask, one brow raised. “So you wouldn’t mind if I went back and gave him my real number?”

Jack slings an arm around your shoulder in a pretense of affection, but it feels more like he’s pinning you to him, making sure you can’t go back and do as threatened. “That would be ridiculous. It would ruin our whole act.”

You grin. “What act?”

“That we’re here on a date of our own, obviously,” Jack says.

“We haven’t done anything of the sort the whole time we were here,” you point out. “It makes more sense for him to think we’re just friends.”

“Then we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Jack suggests, and although you do notice the glint in his eyes when he says it, you’re still not expecting him to lean forward and kiss you. The kiss is– startling, yes, but not bad, not at all, and when he finally breaks away and looks triumphantly over at the guard who’d been flirting with you, you get the feeling that Jack thought so too.

“I think we should do this all the time,” Jack whispers to you. “Maybe we should ask Danny to change our assignments around.”

“Actually,” a voice crackles over your earpieces, “I’d rather neither of you ever spoke to me again. If I have to think about you two making out one more time, I’ll pour bleach directly into my brain.”

You slap a hand over your mouth to stop from laughing. “Oh, no. Daniel, how long have our comms been on?”

“The whole time,” your showman says, “I hated all of it, thank you for asking.”

Jack snorts. “And you didn’t remind us to turn off our mics?”

“Merritt wanted to see if you’d actually commit enough to do it,” Danny says, sounding supremely unhappy. “Now we’re both traumatized. Just get your asses back here and never bring this up again.”

This time, you can’t hide your laugh. “Alright, we will. Try to stay away from the bleach in the meantime.”

“I make no promises,” Danny grumbles, sending you and Jack into a wave of laughter again.

Jack reaches up to switch off his own earpiece, then does the same for you, gently brushing the side of your face with his hand while he’s at it. “Well,” he says slowly, “We might as well make the most of our time right now, hadn’t we? I’d hate for our ticket money to go to waste.”

You grin. “Quit the theatrics and kiss me.”

Jack Wilder doesn’t usually do as told. This time, though, he makes an exception.

requested by @hiya-itsamber, i hope you enjoy!

now you see me tags: @mayfieldss

[aphroditeinthesea]

DATING TRAVIS HCS PLEASEEEEEEEE

(also, your 'he says im pretty in his clothes' one was so good!! <33 my manz deserves more appreciation frfr)

“ no matter what u do, i’m gonna steal ur heart ”

aka dating travis stoll

i accidentally did this as fem!reader but i just realized u didn’t specify sorry!!

this also might seem short but i cut out part of it bc it seemed random

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- if travis had a crush, i just know he would try to impress her with something so dumb

- he would do like an overly extravagant prank

- and be like “this has to work”

- and she would barely notice

- and he would just be stuck with cleaning duty

- here’s the thing though

- she would totally like him back

- but he has like no idea

- live laugh love travis stoll but he’s so dumb

- so she would like try to get a note to him during the campfire

- one of those “will u go out with me yes or no”

- and it’s getting passed

- once he gets it, he’s like flabbergasted

- so he circles yes and makes it into a paper airplane

- throws it

- it lands in the fire

- and they just stare at each other like 👁️👁️

- so just before curfew, he runs up to her like “yes omg alfhjdjsfjh”

- (in actual words, he’s like “yeah, that’d be cool”)

- omg he would plan that first date like it was a warplan

- she would figure that they would do something in camp bc yk the rules

- do you really think he even realizes there’s rules?

- suddenly they’re sneaking into an expensive restaurant in nyc

- causing a ruckus

- and then running out

- nothing says romance like dining and dashing ❤️

- back to not breaking the law

- gifts!!!

- he would so steal so many cute things for his gf

- and she’s like “this must’ve been so expensive??”

- and he’s like “yeah it must’ve”

- a diamond ring and she’s all “travis wtf”

- and he’s like “it’s a family heirloom (not mine though)”

- he also seems like he would always have to have a hand on her at all times

- either arm around her shoulders or waist

- or ass

- anyways he’s like the kinda guy to be absolutely obsessed with his gf

- like finding any reason to bring her up

- i just feel like he would always try to include his gf in pranks yk

- like connor would be like “we should do xyz”

- and then travis is like “actually y/n could help bc yada yada”

- she actually has just a few more brain cells than them so they don’t get in trouble when she helps

- well not as much trouble as they usually are

- im gonna cut myself off here bc i could go on forever