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luveline · 30 days

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if you are looking for spencer and bombshell requests, what about the first time a girl flirts with spencer after they start dating, but bombshell is fully secure because she knows her worth and understands that he’s a catch? if you need more ideas i can squeeze my brain really hard

love ur brain pls keep squeezing it <3 fem!reader

You’re the cheesy girlfriend no one expects you to be. You change your phone contact for Spencer to ‘My Sweet Boyfriend’ with a heart, you hold his hand in stupid places (though you’d done that before, sometimes), you bring him coffee, you fluster when he kisses your cheek no matter your disposition —you're overwhelmed in the honeymoon phase, and everybody’s surprised.

“That’s not very cool of you,” Morgan says, having noticed your ducked head, your smile dripping with a private pleasure and your cheek still shining with Spencer’s quick kiss. He’s gone to find plastic cutlery.

“I’m not that cool when it comes to Spencer,” you say.

“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”

Morgan is as pleased for you both finally getting together as anyone, even if he finds it foreign. It is weird to suddenly be openly in love with each other, and likely stranger for the team to see you in anything that isn’t total calm collection.

“He’s so lovely.”

“Yeah, I know,” Morgan says, more earnest now as he slaps a rolled sandwich down in front of you. “He’s a catch. I asked for no mayonnaise, was I supposed to do that?”

Emily tucks her seat in next to yours. “He’s totally trapped by that secretary again, I hate to tell you.”

You turn around.

“Why would you tell her that?” Morgan asks.

“What?”

You peer out of the office door, where Spencer’s being chatted to by a stunningly attractive secretary. She has dark skin and darker hair, alluring almond eyes that light her sweetheart face with a bright charm. “Oh, she’s getting prettier,” you say.

You’ve got Spencer Reid locked in. Nothing in you doubts that he’s currently infatuated with you. You don’t even care when he laughs at her joke, or when she dips her head bashfully toward him.

“You better go and get your man,” Morgan says.

“What for?”

“She’s flirting hard,” JJ says. She’s only just looked up from her phone. “He’s gonna start blushing.”

As if. You turn back to the table, unwrapping the paper from your sandwich with a happy sigh. Spencer looks so cute when he blushes, his cheeks turn pink and he smiles like he’s being tickled, it’s adorable. If that pretty secretary wants to do the hard work for you, it’s her prerogative. He’s your boyfriend.

“I don’t need to do anything, he’s fine,” you say.

You’re cutting your sandwich in half when you feel a presence behind your back. A familiar hand closes around your shoulder, a voice in your ear, “Thanks for nothing.”

You giggle at his embarrassed tone, turning your face up to his, immediately delighted by his pink-tinged cheeks and neck. “You looked like you were having fun!”

“You’re not gonna pretend to be mad?” he asks, leaning over you to open your sandwich. He pulls out a sad looking tomato and a similarly wilted slice of lettuce and closes it again. “Did you want a drink? I can’t believe you.”

“Spencer, did you want me to come and get you?” you tease.

“It would’ve been nice of you. Drink?”

You laugh again, tugging him down by the wrist. “No, Spencer, I don’t want a drink, just sit down. What was I supposed to do? I’m not gonna pull her off of you.”

“But why?” he asks, nearly not quite pouting. “She asked me if it was too hot in here for me.” He sits in the chair beside you, his hand dropping to the soft inside of your thigh as he leans in imploringly. “If you cared about me at all–”

Everybody laughs, including yourself. He’s clearly joking, and for once nobody on the team mistakes it for ineptitude, which seems to cheer him up. He gives your leg a rather bold squeeze considering who he is and where you are, and again when you gesture for him to lift his face to plant a kiss on the ridge of his jaw. “I do care about you, Spencer. Sorry I wasn’t jealous. Should we try again?”

He turns your face away from your coworkers, eye to eye. “You’re making fun of me.”

His hand trails to your elbow. “No,” you say, your skin tingling under his touch.

“I don’t believe you. And I know you need a drink, they didn’t send your bottle of water. I didn’t manage to find those forks, either.”

He gets up again. He hasn’t so much as glanced at his own food, patting your back in a promise that he’ll return before he edges out of the office and into the station’s bullpen. You take a smug bite of your sandwich. You can’t hide it.

“Told you,” you say once you’ve swallowed. You hadn’t needed to do anything, and you really aren’t worried about other women. “He likes me a lot.”

“Understatement of the year.”

You send Morgan a loving smile. When you glance over your shoulder, Spencer’s taking the long way through the office to the water cooler.

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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dealer!jj giving you the “jj special” which is just free weed and free dick bc he thinks ur so pretty :(

✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🩷

you were in heaven. head in the clouds, high from the best weed this side of the island — with jj on top of you, legs over his shoulders as he goes to town on your pussy.

you could barely open your eyes, so hazed out and taken away by the pleasure. he’s high too, thrusts lazy and yet purposeful— his experience shining through as you clench around him.

“thats the spot, right? iiiiii know, mama. feels real good, dont it?” he coo’s quietly, squeezing at the fat of your hips as he uses you as leverage to fuck.

“i—ugh, mm— mmphh!” you try to respond, tell him you’ve never felt so good in your life, but it’s useless. all that ends up coming out of your mouth are more pornographic moans and whines.

“is that right?” he responds as if you said something anyway, a hand freeing its self so that he could smear a thumb over your pouty bottom lip. “don’t worry ‘bout using that brain babydoll, keep singin’ for me.” he instructs, and you clench hard, more of your arousal squelching out around his base. “god damn, you always get this wet or what?”

as expected, he doesn’t get much response, but shuddering as you feel your orgasm approaching. unable to shut up ever, it’s no shock when jj continues to talk. “just so fuckin’ pretty. would be a crime of me not to smoke you out n’dick you down. that— fuck— that’s that shit you deserve.”

with his words, and that good dick — you’re cumming in record time.

✧ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🩷

#anon #jj maybank prompt #dealer!jj

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mydearzero · 8 months

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helloooo beautiful, ur recent Spence fic sent me feral - can I request a Reid x reader where they’re dating and the non bau!reader gets jealous of JJ getting to spend all this time w Spence at work and spence reassuring her it’s nothing between them. Fluff but if it got smutty then hey ;) thank you gorgeous

Hii! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you enjoy!! I was honestly feeling kinda mushy about this one so adding smut just felt out of place, sorry for that one folks

About a Girl | Spencer Reid x Reader

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You could never be like her. You were at peace with that. So why couldn't you shake the jealous, envious feeling whenever you saw Spencer with JJ?

Contents: NO Y/N, gn!Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, jealousy, comparing yourself to others, insecurity, fluff, non-BAU!reader, bathing together.

1.8K words it's short I know

SSA Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau: Mom, profiler, and one of Spencer's best friends. You looked up to her, in a way. She was successful and respected in her field, something anybody could only wish for. Combined with her sense of humour, personality and undeniable good looks, you were jealous.

It had taken some time for you to admit it to yourself. You liked JJ. She was a good, honest person and a great friend to your boyfriend. But you slowly felt yourself comparing yourself to her increasingly often.

You couldn't live up to it. You weren't like JJ. Somewhere deep inside, the logical part of your brain told you that you didn't have to be. Spencer liked you for who you were. You knew it, yet you couldn't shake the envious feeling anytime her name fell in conversation. You couldn't stop the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever you saw the head of long blonde locks fall backwards in a hearty laugh directed at your boyfriend.

Spencer knew something was wrong. How could he not? It was ingrained into his very being to read you at any given time. He wouldn't understand. You loved him, you did, but these were the types of things he just couldn't seem to grasp. You knew your feelings were irrational in theory. But that didn't mean you didn't still feel them regardless. He'd try to explain them away.

So you didn't tell him. Refused to talk about the simmering bitterness.

It frustrated Spencer. You could tell. He was usually able to read you like the morning paper, thrown carelessly on the lawn. He couldn't be objective in his profiling when it came to you. He knew you were on friendly terms with his best friend, so why would he ever assume that that was the problem?

You didn't blame him, didn't blame anybody but yourself.

It wasn't until a regular Thursday night dinner over at Rossi's that Spencer finally figured it out. The atmosphere was light, wine was flowing, and stories were being shared. Spencer laughed wholeheartedly at one of JJ's tales about Henry's late-night shenanigans. He'd caught your strange, longing gaze directed at JJ. His heart broke at the realisation, putting the pieces together at lightning speed.

You were jealous of his friendship with JJ and beating yourself up for it. He didn't know what to do about it. He could only assure you he loved you, but Spencer knew you��knew that. He knew you were likely aware your worries were unwarranted. Which must only make you feel worse about the feelings you were harbouring. Spencer cursed silently at himself for not realising it earlier.

You met his gaze, giving him a soft, genuine smile. So, the feelings weren't directed at him. It was JJ who was troubling you. He turned to her, seated next to him. You'd insisted on sitting next to Emily, claiming you needed to catch up with her. Were you punishing yourself for feeling the way you did? By making him choose to sit next to JJ?

Spencer excused himself from the table, claiming to feel unwell. You frowned, gathering your things, saying your goodbyes and following Spencer out the door. He didn't speak as his hand met your lower back, guiding you to the passenger side of his car. He held the door as you got in.

The ride to his apartment was silent but not necessarily unpleasant. Spencer's hand reached for yours over the console, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand in a soothing manner.

"You okay?" You asked. He'd seemed fine only minutes earlier. He nodded, squeezing your hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" Spencer inquired. You furrowed your brows, confused as to why he'd ask. He was the one that wanted to leave, after all.

"Yeah? I'm fine. Why? Is that why you wanted to go? Because you thought I wasn't?" You'd been having fun exchanging stories with Emily. What had he seen that had made him immediately pack up and leave?

"Yeah... Let's talk when we get home, okay?" He sent a quick look into your eyes, assuring you it was nothing bad. It didn't make the dread building in your stomach any less present.

Spencer parked the car and got the door for you. He usually was a true gentleman, but he was noticeably going out of his way to ensure your comfort.

You walked up to his door and waited for him to unlock it. He took your jacket and hung it on the rack beside his own. You took your shoes off and put them by the door, giving Spencer a peck on his cheek as he passed you into the kitchen.

"Tea?" His voice echoed.

"Yes, please!" You replied, plopping down on the couch and getting comfortable. Spencer was obviously not troubled by the topic he wanted to talk about, so the tension you felt in the car was slowly dissipating.

Spencer walked carefully with the mugs in either hand. He put yours in front of you before sitting down and taking a tentative sip of his own, hissing at the heat.

"You wanted to talk?" You urged, no longer having the patience to wait.

"Yeah... I just noticed something tonight I should've noticed before. I don't know how to change your feelings about it, though. I know you know I love you more than anything. So, I understand you're feeling conflicted, and I'm not mad you kept it to yourself." Spencer started. He was hesitant.

"Kept what to myself, Spence?" Your heart was beating fast, and you cursed your body for overreacting. He obviously wasn't mad or breaking up with you.

"Your feelings about my friendship with JJ," Spencer spoke outright. Your heart dropped, and you couldn't help but feel caught. You closed your eyes and bit the inside of your cheek, turning your head away from him.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Spencer's words were quiet, but you knew there was no use hiding it from him anymore. You nodded in defeat before jumping to your own defence.

"I know it's irrational, okay? I know I have nothing to worry about. I know JJ's just a good friend, and she's happily married to Will, and she has the kids and... And I know you'd never do anything to jeopardise our relationship, and I know you love me, but you spend so much time with her at work, and she has a key to your apartment, and I know it was just to look after your mom while she was here-" You rambled, but Spencer sushed you.

"Hey, hey. I know. I know. There's no need to defend the way you're feeling. Sometimes, feelings can be irrational, and I do spend a lot of time with her. I know that you know, okay? That doesn't make the way that you're feeling any less valid," Spencer assured you.

"I'm so sorry, Spencer. I just- I can't stop it once I start. She's amazing, Spence. And I know you'll say I am, as well. But it's not the same. It'll never be the same. I can't give you what she does."

"And I'm not asking you to. I'm in a relationship with you. She's one of my best friends. Those dynamics offer different things, and I'm okay with that. If you want me to change my dynamic with JJ, I'll work on it. Just tell me what you need, please," Spencer begged.

A singular tear escaped your eye, rolling down your cheek. You wanted to scoff at it. You'd kept it in for so long. You weren't even sure where the bitterness came from nor where it was truly directed.

"I guess I just need the external validation. I know you love me, and I feel it. My head knows you wouldn't let anything get between us. It's just my heart that won't cooperate." Spencer tugged you to his chest, putting a hand in your hair and stroking softly.

"There's no need to apologise. You can't force your body to change how you're feeling, unfortunately. If it was that straightforward, my job would be a whole lot easier, too." Spencer laughed.

A short laugh escaped through your tears. "I know, Spence. I just wish I could shut it off. JJ's a wonderful person. She doesn't deserve this."

"And neither do you. And if it's gonna take some extra effort from me to make your body catch up with your head, I'll gladly put it in. Come on," Spencer got up, taking your hand in his. You trailed behind him as he stalked to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on, waiting for it to get warm before letting the water fill the bathtub. He put a generous amount of aromatic soap into it, letting it bubble.

"Wait here," he urged.

You stared at the grout between the tiles, following the paths it created as you waited for Spencer to return. The sound of the water plummeting into the tub covered any conspicuous noises coming from whatever he was doing. Steam was slowly forming around you, the bathroom filling with the lavender scent of Spencer's favourite soap.

He quickly returned, arms filled with all sorts of products. Candles, snacks, a book and some comfy clothes.

"Why're you still dressed?" He questioned, positioning the candles around the tub and bathroom.

"You said to wait!" You shrugged.

"Well, get on with it!" Spencer laughed, encouraging you to undress.

"Gee, Reid. Someone might almost think you want to see me naked." You winked, tugging your top over your head.

"Oh, I always want to see you naked, but that's not what tonight is about," Spencer assured. He lit a few candles, their light making the bathroom less clinical-looking in an instant.

You remained in your underwear, assuming Spencer would be joining you after his frantic preparations. When he finally had everything arranged how he wanted it, he undressed. You took off your underwear and let him help you into the bath, careful to avoid any candles. He got in behind you, pulling you backwards to settle against his chest.

"I love you," Spencer declared, taking some soap and rubbing your back. The great thing about having a boyfriend with an eidetic memory is that he could remember many massage techniques intended for relaxation. You unwound under his gentle touch.

You stayed in the water until both of you were pruned up. Spencer had read to you, fed you snacks, massaged every part of your body he could think of and made sure you felt loved.

Sure, you weren't like JJ. But she wasn't like you, either. And that was okay. It wouldn't make Spencer love you any less, nor her any more.

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sundrop-writes · 2 months

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if ur taking requests then how about female reader being a bau member and is receiving unwanted attention from the local cops but she cant pick up on social cues very well so it’s extra stressful for her to naviagte

Then enter protective and somewhat jealous jj that tries to protect her and shows her what true love and respect is with soft softdom!jj

I really like this, but I like the idea of it more as a short then a full fic, so... here we go.

JJ Being Protective of You - (Jennifer Jareau x Fem!Autistic!Reader)

Warnings: some harassing behaviour from a random male cop towards the reader; the man uses condescending pet names toward the reader; JJ goes full boss mode; use of the term L/N (as in 'Last Name') to refer to the reader; she reader uses she/her pronouns; the reader experiences a small accidental injury; pre-established relationship. Idk what else. Not proofread.

Paperwork. This is where you thrived. Much like Spencer, you loved a good paper trail.

You were currently in the back room of the police station, going through their old case files, looking at every case from the last forty years that had yet to be digitised. You were looking for previous murders that matched the signature of the killer the team was currently after, since the working theory was that the UnSub had 'taken on' the work of his father or another older figure in his life.

So you had to dig through all the files of unsolved murders and see if you could find a pattern stemming back - to see if you could find more killings that this father might have committed.

It was stuffy and dusty in the file room, but you were finding it to be the kind of work that you did best - your brain churning on all cylinders as you looked through the many files for all the markers in the killings that would have aligned with his killer. You put some files aside and closed the lid on a box, and then moved to a new stack, going to take down a box from 1973 - it was rather heavy and awkward to lift, but you could manage it.

"Oh, little lady, let me help you with that,"

Suddenly, someone appeared beside you, as if out of nowhere, and a second pair of hands began tugging on the box.

"I got it." You grunted out, tugging the box back in your direction, trying to get a better grip on it.

"Trust me, doll, someone like you shouldn't be lugging this crap around on your own." The man's voice argued, becoming slightly strained - angry?

Was he frustrated because it was too heavy for him to lift? Did he feel like he had to help because you looked weak and he was frustrated because of the social obligation?

"It's fine." You assured him, tugging on it again. But - he still wouldn't let go. "I'm stronger than I look, trust me."

That was something that Emily and Derek often joked about. You had used a shovel to break a double welded chain in order to get into a basement when a child was in danger. The police had been arguing about getting a warrant and talking about how they would need heavy duty bolt cutters to get through the chain away, and you were down there in minutes - and from then on, the team all agreed not to mess with you. Especially not in an emergency.

"Sweetie, just let go of it-"

His grip slipped off the box, and it went flying in the opposite direction then, and one of the sharp corners smacked you on the head - a piercing pain went through your whole forehead and and papers came flying out of the box, spilling across the floor and fluttering everywhere.

"Oh my god, ow!" You exclaimed loudly, stepping backward, raising a hand to your forehead toward the throbbing pain. You were alarmed when you felt wetness, and you quickly drew your fingers back and saw blood.

"Oh, goodness. I'm sorry, darlin'." The man appeared in front of you, and soon, completely unprompted, he put his hands on both of your cheeks, trying to lift your head to better inspect the cut. "See, that's why you shouldn't-"

"Don't touch me!" You screamed, reaching up inside of his forearms to shove his hands off you. Your skin was crawling with a terrible, icky itch where his hands had been touching you.

He became slack-jawed with shock at this.

"There's no need to shout." He chuckled. "Calm down."

"Ugh, no!" You shouted back.

You were suddenly feeling terribly trapped in the small, stuffy, dusty room, and though you knew that the papers needed to be cleaned up and you needed to finish your fishing expedition for the trail of murders - you had to leave. You needed air.

You needed JJ.

You shoved past the man and your feet carried you as fast as you could go, frantically looking for that head of blonde hair.

"Listen, babydoll, just calm down-"

"Woah, woah, her name is not babydoll."

That voice. Your hero.

You blinked past a haze if tears you hadn't even noticed was forming, and saw the pale blue shirt and blonde hair that you knew was her - you ran to stand behind her, grabbing her hand tightly, which she gripped back, grounding you, letting you know that she was right there.

"I'm not sure what kind of slack operation you people run around here, but we are professionals. You are going to refer to her by her full title, Special Agent L/N - or you won't talk to her at all. You won't even look at her. Do you understand me?" JJ barked at him.

The pure authority dripping from her voice made you feel so utterly safe.

"Listen, m'am, I'm not sure-"

"It's not 'm'am', it's Agent." JJ corrected him, now straining through her teeth, absolutely seething. "We are here representing the FBI, trying to catch a very dangerous man to help keep your town safe. We're not just little secretaries skittering around to get you your coffee and clean up after you. Just because we're women, we're not here to wipe your ass!"

You heard a chuckle from behind you, and you thought it was Emily's voice. This was followed by a low whistle - probably Derek.

"Is that clear?" JJ finished off, daring the man to talk back to her.

The man sighed and turned around to leave, finally defeated. This is when JJ turned to you.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her voice much softer now. "Oh my god, what happened to your head?"

"There was... a box..." You mumbled quietly, still feeling shaken up.

"He hit you with a box?" JJ snapped, looking back in the direction he had walked off.

"JJ, please." You begged, quietly, squeezing her hand, directing her attention back to you.

She knew what her priority was right now.

"Come on,"

JJ walked you to the bathroom, and as she was cleaning up the cut with a damp paper towel, she was still huffing hard through her nose, the anger still pumping through her.

"I'm going to find that guy's supervisor, I'm going to put in a report about him, I'm going to-"

"It's okay, JJ." You said, reaching out to run a gentle hand along her lower back. "I'm pretty sure he's not gonna come near me again after what you said."

She let out a snort of laughter, and half her mouth upturned in a smile. You both knew that she could be incredibly intimidating despite her looks, and she always protected you - just one of the many things that had attracted you to her in the first place.

"Yeah, well... nobody comes near my girl and gets away with it."

#sundrop writes #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #jennifer jareau #autistic reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x you

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moremaybank · 9 months

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-͟͟͞☆ jj wakes up to you and your daughter playing makeup together…

warnings pure adorable and domestic fluff, dad!jj, mom!reader

author's note just something soft because i love dad!jj

jj masterlist

The soft morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm and inviting glow into your bedroom. Your daughter is perched happily on your lap, watching curiously as you apply your makeup. Giggles fill the air as you both partake in a game of pretend, each makeup step you perform on yourself is then mimicked on your daughter's face with a clean brush.

"Okay, Mommy," her sweet voice chimes in with wide eyes of excitement. "I want the pink blush!"

You grin at her enthusiasm, and pick up one of your unused brushes to sweep some imaginary pink blush onto her little pinch-able cheeks. She lets out a squeal, followed by a string of little laughs when you pretend to apply the powder.

"That tickles, Mommy!"

When you're finished, you cradle her small head and press two pecks onto either of her cheeks. "You're too cute, my lovely."

JJ, who's still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, shuffles out of bed and walks over to the two of you with a fond smile as he watches this adorable scene unfold. His heart swells with pure adoration, taking in the sight of his love and his cute-as-a-button daughter sharing a special moment together. He burns the memory into his brain, hoping to capture it forever.

"Look at my two beautiful girls," he chimes in. His voice catches your attention, and you turn to him with a loving smile. He crouches down, wanting to be closer to your face.

"Morning, sleepyhead," you greet, shuffling over on the bench-like seat and patting it. "Care to join in on the fun?"

JJ grins and obliges, settling down beside you and in front of your daughter. He wraps his strong arms around you both, and his gaze flickers between the two most important girls in his life.

"What are we doin' here?" JJ asks, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

You hand him an empty brush. "Playing makeup. Every time I finish a step on myself, I pretend to do the same on her."

He hums in acknowledgement as he eagerly joins in on the fun. Your daughter squirms with giggles of delight, her laughter a playful melody that fills the room.

As the routine continues, you feel the warmth of your husband's happiness enveloping you. His true enthusiasm and the way he interacts with your little angel speaks volumes about the kind of father he is, and how much love he has for the family he's always dreamed of having.

After a few more rounds of pretend, your daughter turns her sparkling eyes to JJ. "Daddy, it's your turn now!"

"I don't know, princess. You really think I need makeup?"

Your daughter's face scrunches up in deep thought, her tiny finger prodding against her cheek. "Hmm...maybe just a little bit of blush so you can match with me and Mommy."

JJ pretends to think on it, before nodding along with mock seriousness. "Then, definitely. Can't miss out on an opportunity to be as beautiful as my girls, can I?"

Your daughter beams so widely that you're sure her cheeks are now sore. She picks up one of the brushes you used on her and taps it gently on JJ's face when he leans in. She pulls back and hums in approval. "So pretty, Daddy!"

You look at your husband and daughter as love and laughter warms the room. If your everyday of your future together was like this, getting to watch your husband and daughter share pure moments like these, you'd never want for more.

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moneymaybank · 23 days

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thinking abt loser!jj being so brain dead around u like he can’t even focus cuz ur in a bikini nd shit and just giggling under the sun and then once u two r alone he practically BEGS for it. Like on the verge of tears. Just wanted to share that piece of information 😊😊

Also could I be 🪐 anon? I love ur writing btw pookie ur so talented like!!! 😨😨😨 sorry I’m rambling bye

YES YES YES I LITERALLY LOVE SATURN YES YOU’RE 🪐 ANON YIPEE

oh my goodness i love this topicccc

this really gives me the vibe of smokin with jj one Sunday afternoon, just laying underneath the shade after a long ass day of surfing/swimming and your bodies are all glowy cause you’re still drying up and he just can’t get over how fucking hot you look. sun kissed and soaked, the bikini literally gripping your tits and the curves of your body so perfectly it’s like this image was created so that he can make a fool of himself in front of you.

he can’t even think about it for too long or he’ll legit cum in his shorts. he pretends to listen to whatever shit you’re sayin but you clock it with ease and the second you peek at the boner he very much did not even try to hide, you start to tease him just to see him buck and whine to the point you can literally see his painful print & the cum stains through his shorts🤗

THANK U 🪐 ANON

#♛ melo’s drama #jj maybank #jj maybank brainrot #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you #obx smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic

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sweatervest-obsessed · 4 months

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Heyyy love ur work alot and this is my first time asking u but for ur 500 followers celebration could u do Spencer Reid and childhood friends fem!reader with heavy pining and " it's always been u" at the end hurt/comfort ?

omg slay yes. Done. (accidentally made it gn lmao)

“Oh my god Spence I can’t do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t—I can’t do it.”

“Hey, hey talk to me. What’s going on?”

“It’s all wrong. Everything is all wrong.”

Spencer listened to you ramble as he very calmly moved towards the door, trying not to alert anyone that anything was wrong. Of course, when you’re surrounded by friends and family, and a strong percentage of them are profilers, the statistics of one of them not noticing was very, very, very low.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, trying to calm you down over the phone, while trying to not attract attention.

He was lucky Hotch was the only one to notice him getting up. Spencer was almost lucky enough to have Hotch not notice he was on the phone, but the universe had other plans.

Spencer quickly slipped out the main doors of the church and into the hallway. Hotch was not far behind.

“Y/n. I need you to sit down and breathe okay? Open a window. Get some air—“ Spencer stopped talking when some patrons walked by him, smiling at them and waiting for them to be gone to continue calming you down.

“What’s wrong.”

Spencer turned and faced Hotch. He wasn’t even going to try and lie. There was simply no point in it. “We have a um…..”

Hotch nodded. “How much time do you need?”

“Five minutes max.” Spencer whispered.

The two men silently came to an agreement and one went back into the church while the other bounded up the steps.

Spencer knocked on the door, patiently waiting for you to answer them. He was surprised when you quickly yanked him inside and slammed the door shut so no one would notice it was open. Spencer decided not to point out that slamming doors was not the way to go if you didn’t want to attract attention.

“Want to—-“ Spencer stopped in his tracks. He couldn’t breathe.

You had literally taken Spencer’s breath away. Spencer had always thought that he would see you at the end of the aisle when you both were at your wedding. But even just seeing you now was enough to cause his heart to drop with grief.

You were breathtaking, and you weren’t his.

You and Spencer had known one another since he was five and you were six. Since you were older, you always knew better, even though Spencer was definitely the brains of your little operation.

The very first time Spencer saw you, he proposed to you with a rock, muttering something along the lines of a rock fact and what that rock had been through and eternity.

You said yes.

It was hard to be friends with someone who graduated high school and went to college when they were twelve years old. You knew Spencer wouldn’t forget you, but as the years passed by, it felt like he did. You only found him again on your first day in the FBI Academy.

To say you were shocked when you saw him in your line up the first morning you all had to run a mile in a minute, it didn’t even come close.

You two only got closer when you both were selected for the BAU, which wasn’t even on your radar until Spencer told you about it.

Somewhere down the line, you fell in love with him. With his smile. His brain. His never perfect hair. His facts. His glasses. His messenger bag. All of it. And you fell hard.

It didn’t take a room full of profilers to tell you that it was fairly obvious you love him.

But it didn’t seem to reach across the border with Spencer. He ended up making out with movie stars, falling in love with JJ, dating a woman who he only communicated with on the phone. It was never you.

The love you had for Spencer was palpable but you had no where to put it. So you did what you do best, you diverted your attention. Dated around. Kissed people at bars. Went on boring dates. Until you found someone who was kind, and respectful, and attractive. A distraction that ended up being someone you cared for deeply. Deeply enough to say yes when they proposed.

But now, that you were here, and completely dressed, fully made up, you were having cold feet. You couldn’t do it.

You wanted Spencer to be on the other end of the aisle and he wasn’t. You couldn’t picture anyone else when you looked down the aisle and it was killing you.

You looked up at Spencer, tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes.

Seeing you dressed like that, and not for him, was a stab in the gut. Repeatedly wrenching out his insides. Spencer shoved everything he had ever wanted to say down his throat. “Oh Y/n.” He whispered, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug.

“Talk to me.” Stab.

“What can I do?” Stab.

“How can I fix this.” Right through the heart.

“I-I can’t do it Spence…i don’t love—I’m not going to marry—-“

“Hey hey hey.” He kissed your head. “You are so strong and wonderful and you can—“

You shoved him away. “You’re not listening to me. I’m not—I can’t do it. I don’t love—“

“Yes you do.” Spencer swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. “You wouldn’t have said yes if you didn’t.”

“Yes—-but no. I don’t.” You huffed and cracked your knuckles (a nervous habit you had picked up from a certain SSA Morgan). “Not like that.” You looked down at your attire. “Not like this.”

Spencer stood there, watching as you worked it out. “Why.”

“Why?”

Spencer nodded. “Why aren’t you going through with it.”

You opened your mouth but no sound came out. Nothing. It was as if you had never spoken at all. You felt the words. They were on the tip of your tongue. Literally.

I’m in love with you Spencer Reid.

But they never made it past your lips. So you just looked like a fish out of water, mouth flopping open and closed.

“Y/n?”

“I-I have a reason it’s just…” you closed your eyes. “I love you.”

Spencer exhaled but responded. “I love you too but—-“

“No Spencer.” You cut him off. “I’m in love with you. I have been since you proposed to me with that stupid fucking rock that I still keep on my night stand. It is the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I see when I sleep at night. But I don’t want to see some stupid fossilized sand. I want you. I want to see your eyes every fucking morning. I want to make my espresso in the kitchen and have you tell me about ancient Mayan chiefs drinking it during major celebrations. I want to have someone to talk to about the books I read and the ones I don’t. I want someone to play chess with. I want to be able to lean over and kiss you whenever the fuck I want because I am all you Spencer. I have been yours. And I cannot picture anyone else on the other end of that aisle at my wedding. I can’t go through with it because it’s not you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember and it kills me that you don’t love me the same way. But I cannot get married today because I’m not saying my vows to you. I’m not swearing before our friends and family that I would not only lay down my life for you, but I would stay alive for you.”

Soencer was sure that the ceiling had a leak in it because it felt like he was just run over by a water fall. Completely drenched in your words and soaking them into his skin.

You wiped a tear away and shook your head. “That’s why I’m not getting married. And I get it if you don’t see me the same way but—-“

You had always imagined that Spencer’s lips would taste like, but strawberry chapstick was not one of them. His lips slotted perfectly into yours, with his hand on your cheek, and the other around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

You melted into his touch, made dumb by the fact that his lips were on yours.

Eventually, you needed air. You would have stood there all day with your lips locked with his. But you pulled away ever so slightly, forehead resting on his.

“It’s you.” You felt his lips brush against yours as his spoke, his breathe fanning across your lips. “It’s always been you.”

You smiled and pushed your lips against his.

No matter how the next few minutes of your life played out, it was all going to be okay, as long as you could keep your lips on Spencer’s, and he kept his lips on yours.

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rafesmuse · 2 months

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I have that 3some fic about JJ and Rafe stuck in my head again (it was soo good bub). Thinking about how everyone wants to go again, to make it become a regular occurrence but you and JJ don’t know how to bring it up to rafe, too scared he'll laugh and mock you both (or kill jj with his bare hands). One night you and rafe and messing about and drinking when he tells you he has a surprise for you, 2 minutes later jj shows up at the door

omg thank u so much baby makes me so happy to hear !!!! omfg i LOVEEEEE this and i love ur brain so much. i need them so bad. like can u imagine drunk sex with the both of them. they’re so touchy and needy and all the attention is on you as they explore every part of your body. jj sloppily eating you out as you can feel his moans vibrate on your core and rafe making out with you while massaging your breasts. your head is spinning from all the sensations, feeling like you’re in a dream. the night obviously ends with both of them double penetrating you and using you like their toy as they make themselves cum, causing you to collapse on the bed with your mind all fuzzy <3

#♡ — love letters.#♡ — anon ¡! ❞#this is going into shifting script LMAO #rafe cameron #jj maybank #rafe cameron and jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron smut #jj maybank smut #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron drabble #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x female reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x fem!reader #rafe cameron x female reader

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peachsayshi · 5 months

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actually going crazy over your last post like i wish i could use better words but it’s actually reduced me to soup for brains rn.

OK BUT imagine all that and include….. forced proximity.

like i have this hc ab having him asigned to you during his transition into the jj world, maybe bc ur technique counters his well somehow? (irrelevant to my horny brain, but i also like to imagine a technique similar to the avatar from atla very ambitious ik, which would include blood bending) and the elders want to be really sure he’s not a threat. so here you are the first few months (im ignoring everything bad going on in the manga lmao) with Choso following you around everywhere bc you’re not allowed to have him out of your sight. can you imagine the first few times he caught on to your “heat” and didn’t know what to do with himself? he can barely get away from you long enough to clear his head and it drives him crazy.

anyways, i could go on forever ESPECIALLY ab Choso, but yeah love your writing and i wanted to share what it made me think of <3

(cw: voyeurism; primal/prey (ish?) )

nonnie, please, let's talk about this some more. choso isn't leaving my head today and I feel like I'm about to go insane.

(ps. the details of your technique countering/balancing choso's is such an amazing idea!! I love that!!)

oh, our poor baby boy. he would be positively frazzled in the beginning - he'd struggle to cope, and look visibly distraught. at first you just think it's an inherent strangeness that he has because he's half cursed spirit. but then you start realizing that this reaction doesn't always happen because there are times when he's completely normal and not like he's been plagued with visceral discomfort.

you like choso. you think he's sweet, a little innocent and naive, but kind overall. he never gave you any reason to doubt that but even you can't deny the dark glimmer in his eye when he looks at you. it's a gaze that he shares with no one else. and the expression on his face, cheeks red with a friendly smile, simply counter the danger that swirls in his irises.

it's a look that makes you want to hide like a bunny scampering away from a lone predator.

of course, you have to tell yourself that you're being foolish. shrugging off your ridiculous nerves when you remind yourself that this is choso you're worrying about.

the man can barely hold it together when yuji shows him one of those adorable cat videos that he finds online. there's no reason for you to be so unnerved by him.

and yet, you're you're hyper aware of how small the space is whenever you're forced to share a room together while away on a mission. you notice that choso, is in fact, quite large and takes up plenty of the space. he's all broad shoulders and ripped muscle; obsidian details contrasting against his smooth, pale canvas. you can't turn without him being in your line of sight.

trapped in a cage of four walls.

it's when you're alone with him that you pay attention to how those eyes deepen, sinking further into the depths of peculiar mystery, revealing a puzzle that you can't seem to decipher. it's when you're alone with them where you realize that sometimes his attention will drop to your lips, or to your breasts. it's when you're alone with him when you feel the pulse of adrenaline reverberate across your skin, goosebumps rising with your heart beating wildly as you ponder whether or not to let your guard down.

he slips up once when you're both away. you swear you felt him breathe in the scent of your perfume against your neck, but choso reacted like nothing was out of the ordinary as you spun on your heel to confront him. his discipline strikes with a twitch of his jaw and a clench of his fist, and he simply fibs that he was looking over your shoulder to observe the mission documents on the table.

his cheeks are blushing furiously now, and it twists your stomach into knots.

he can't possibly...

you shake your head, refusing to reduce his behavior to something so simple as a silly crush.

yes, you both spend a lot of time together, but choso is a death painting womb. he isn't even human. there is no way that he could be feeling those kind of feelings. and especially not with you.

but the thought sits in your head until later that evening, when you're standing in the hotel bathroom. there's an ache in your chest that's spreading down between your legs. you've never actually thought about choso in this capacity, and you don't understand why it's making every nerve tingle.

it's bold of you to make the decision and open the shared bathroom door until it was ajar. to then step into the steamy shower, the silhouette of your enticing, captivating curves a print for the wolf to track. and you can't help but wonder as warm droplets trickle over your soft, delicate skin...if he's standing there right now, and observing you patiently from the shadows.

#choso x reader #choso x you #choso imagine #choso smut #> secret mail 💌#NONNIE PLEASE YOU DID NOT HELP MY BRAIN ROT TODAY #sos send help I need this man to mount me

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sykokilljoyy · 2 years

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can i place a request for wroetoshaw/harry? where the troops and their gfs and EVERYONE is out on a night out— and he gets drunk and just becomes so clingy and so so so obsessed and in love with the reader!! & everyone’s making fun or cooing at them LAMAO. i love drunk fluff & i love ur writing

this was such a cute request thank u so much i hope i did it justice

REQUESTS OPEN!!!

blinding lights - wroetoshaw imagine

request: can i place a request for wroetoshaw/harry? where the troops and their gfs and EVERYONE is out on a night out— and he gets drunk and just becomes so clingy and so so so obsessed and in love with the reader!! & everyone’s making fun or cooing at them LAMAO. i love drunk fluff & i love ur writing words: 1662 warnings: alcohol and thats about it!! just fluffy

TLDR: harry & y/n get drunk and clingy.

Nights out were never boring, especially not with your friends being the way they are. It was never just a few drinks, never just a few rounds, it was always go hard or go home. No matter what, you always had a good time.

So you were confused as to why your legs were jumping, anxiety filling your joints and jolting them up and down whilst they were restless on the car seat of the taxi, pushed up against your friends. Noticing this, your boyfriend, Harry, looked at you softly and placed his hand on your exposed thigh that immediately melted to his touch, halting its movements.

“What’s got you so nervous?” Harry muttered, close to your ear as the back of the taxi was absolutely manic from the excitement of your friends.

“I’m not sure, I just feel so nervous suddenly,” Your breath shook lightly as you patted down the hem of your dress that clung to your body.

“You look so beautiful, darlin’,” Harry spoke softly, earning a blush from you, “Hey, if you get too anxious when we’re there, just tap me and we can go, no questions asked.”

Heart full, you turned to him with a grateful smile, so thankful that he understood the way your brain works. But, you were determined, this night was special and you were lucky to spend it with the most amazing friends.

“Thank you, Harry,” You spoke, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N,” He placed a kiss on your forehead quickly, earning an ‘aw’ from Freya, who sat opposite the pair of you. It wasn’t surprising, Harry didn’t tend to like PDA too much, saying how his whole life is in front of an audience, he likes to keep you special, to himself. Not secret, but private. Freya smiled at you warmly.

It wasn’t long before the black cab pulled up on the curb, a roll of excitement and pre-drinks flooding through everyone like a wave and you all piled out, taking a moment to organise yourself and pay the driver before heading towards the pulsating hum of the club.

Inside was a whirlwind. Powering music hit the walls in every direction, paired with the linger of smoke and radiant, flashing lights bouncing off the skin of gyrating bodies. A thick smell of alcohol clung to the air and you held onto Harry’s hand as he dragged you through the crowds of people.

“Who’s got first round?” Ethan called out once you’d all squeezed into the seats surrounding the booths near the bar, hiding away from the crowds slightly.

Various heckles from the group earned a huff from Ethan as he accepted the loss and headed towards the bar - and so the drinking begun.

It wasn’t long before the bodies were swaying, hysterics breaking out as JJ and Freezy performed plenty of rap songs for the group, giggles from funny stories and anecdotes, and yells of excitement at the arrival of more drinks.

“Y/N, we’re going to the bathroom, wanna come?” Talia shouted in your direction, stumbling as she got from her seat, Freya linked in her arm.

“Sure,” You agreed, head spinning slightly after the shot you took not even a minute beforehand. Pushing out of your seat, you felt a pull of protest from next to you.

“Stay, Y/N,” Harry slurred from his spot on the booth beside yourself, strong arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against his intoxicated side.

Harry wasn’t ever one to stray from a drink, especially not when he’s dared to down a few every so often by his friends, but it always brought this side out of him. Though, usually it was the result of a few bottles at dinner in your flat, his cheeks rosy from the wine and his lips attached to you like they were made to live on your skin, telling you at every possible opportunity how beautiful you looked.

He wasn’t any different now, you’d seen it time and time before, but this time neither of you were in the privacy of your flat, and his brain was too intoxicated to care about his hatred of PDA.

“Harry, I’ll just be a few minutes,” You chuckled, “It’s okay, give Simon a cuddle until I come back.”

Earning a laugh from the tall body beside your boyfriend, he tussled Harry’s hair and opened his arms for a hug jokingly.

“No, I don’t want anyone else,” Harry whined, and your heart melted, the warmth from the alcohol and your boyfriends drunk words softening your chest.

“I’ll stay,” You gave in, gesturing towards your friends to carry on their bathroom trip and snuggling back into Harry’s side.

His grip on you was tight, holding you as close to his body as he could, head fuzzy and blurry as he laughed with his friends.

“Harry, Y/N’s not gonna break, you don’t have to hold her so tight,” Tobi joked, pointing out Harry’s needy grasp on you to the group, to which he huffed in response.

Where he would usually loosen it, letting you go in embarrassment, but tonight was different. He didn’t care who was watching, he just needed to have you close.

As the night went on and the drinks only got stronger, Harry became basically attached to your hip, the both of you using each other’s bodies to keep yourself upright and whilst Josh did his third Tommy T impression of the night, Harry turned and buried his face in your neck.

“The lights are so bright,” He muttered, the words barely intelligible with the mix of being muffled and slurred.

Bringing your hand up to his hair, you ran your fingers through, holding him close, “We can head home if you want.”

“No, no, no,” He shook his head, immediately regretting it as his brain felt like it was spinning in his skull, “You look so happy being here, I just wanna see you smile.”

Blushing, you leant down to place a kiss on his forehead, feeling an overwhelming sweep of love hit you as you looked down at your drunk boyfriend cuddled into your side, using you to shield himself from the lights of the club.

“Aw, look at them!” Talia cooed from next to Simon, pointing out the two of you cuddled up at the corner of the booth. Drawing the attention of the whole group, you covered your face in embarrassment as they all chuckled at how clingy Harry was being. They weren’t used to seeing him as soft as he was with you.

“Shut up,” Harry groaned against your neck, earning nothing but laughter from his peers.

Although he sounded grievous, you could feel his smile against your skin.

“Anymore drinks in you, Harry, and Y/N’s gonna have to cut you off her,” Freya joked, and Harry replied with a simple, yet effective middle finger.

The conversation quickly moved on when a new song started blaring from the speakers, and another round was brought out, disappearing before it even really arrived.

“Am I being too much?” Harry spoke softly from beside you, making you turn towards him worriedly.

“No, no,” You ushered, putting your glass down and placing your hand softly on his burning cheek, “You’re perfect, Harry, why would you think that?”

“I just don’t want to be too full on and make you uncomfortable,” His speech was slurred, but you knew he meant it - as much as he is always loud and boisterous, he always made sure you were comfortable and content, dialling it down a few notches to make sure you were safe.

“You’re just,” He paused, hiccuped, and continued, “I love you so much, and, and I just wanna be near you like, all the time.”

Without even responding, you kissed him, ignoring the bitter taste of alcohol that clung to both of your mouths, “I love you, Harry.”

“I don’t care who sees us, or if anyone makes fun of me, I just love you so much,” His rambling didn’t stop and you saw in his eyes nothing but pure adoration. He was made for you.

It was obvious in so many ways, like the way his hand holds yours so perfectly, the way your bodies fit snug against each other, the way his kiss could cure any ailment you had.

“I wanna go home,” He mumbled, and you could feel in the way his face was heavy against your hand that he was tired.

“We’re gonna head off,” You called as you got to your feet, helping Harry up with you, who stumbled for a moment before stabilising and ushering away the scandalous calls from his friends.

Saying your goodbyes, Harry led you sheepishly through the crowd of people and out into the cold night air, holding you close to his warmth whilst you waited for a taxi.

Once home to his flat, he darted without hesitation to his bed, shimmying his clothes off with you not far behind,

It wasn’t until you were both on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in comfortable silence that the alcohol really hit the two of your, your bodies surging against your skin as the room span around you gently.

“I’m so fucked,” You giggled, turning your head to look at Harry, who was already looking at you softly, “What’s up?”

“You’re so beautiful,” He replied, turning his body towards you, to which you reciprocated, a heavy blush on your cheek.

“You’re perfect, Harry, you really are,” One of your hands came softly to his face, caressing his cheek softly, albeit drunkenly.

“We should sleep, because this is going to suck in the morning,” You spoke gently.

“As long as I’m waking up to you I don’t mind,” He slurred, eyes closed and already giving into sleep.

Pushing yourself closer to him, you rested your head on his chest and got comfortable, accepting the swimming feeling of the alcohol in your bloodstream and sea of calm in your head, falling asleep with a smile on your face.

He was yours, well and truly.

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But imagine that she refuses to drive home with him.

Like she is insisiting on walking home ,because of what he pulled in the bathroom. And he is just driving slowly, next to her walking , telling her to drop the act and get into the f*cking car.

listen. listen. i absolutely ADORE this idea, especially because her little attitude would be like "fuck off," and i thought of it BUT i already wrote the fourth part (and ur gonna enjoy what happens there), so what i'm about to do isn't canon nor an official part (in the series) but i wanted to write this out.

this is purely self-indulgence and a little treat 🥰

!! ❗️NON-OFFICIAL PART TO THE PLAY FAKE SERIES ❗️ !!

You stayed in the bathroom longer than intended.

After cleaning yourself up to the best of your abilities—which was rough, considering your makeup was ruined and your dress is practically wrinkled around your hips—you step out of the small space. You bid a decent farewell to the waitstaff before heading out of the exit, spotting Rafe leaning against his car, hands in his pockets.

"What took you so long?" He says when he sees you; the boyfriend act has since dropped since whatever happened in the bathroom. You can tell he's a bit calmer now; his rage channelled into fucking you. Yet, you still feel the ache between your legs—and a little bit of his cum.

You don't want to talk to him.

You say nothing in response, making a mental to-do list of all the things you need to do when you get home. It's the only thing keeping you sane right now. Your brain is fuzzy, trying to maul through the details of what happened just moments ago, and you are sure if you are touched wrong right now, you're going to explode and ruin whatever relationship credentials you spent the evening forming.

But, for a bitter, vengeful impulse, you considered saying fuck it all and chew him out right then and there. To let the entire Island Club know what type of selfish and entitled prick Rafe Cameron is, but you remember what's at stakes. Your goals. You weighed them, in cost-benefit, and discovered that it wasn't worth it.

You moved beyond the passenger seat, heading straight for the road.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm walking." You declare, keeping your voice as neutral as possible. You don't know where you are right now, or how you're going to make it back home, but you know this is a direct road to Tannyhill—and from then on, you'll figure out the rest.

Rafe calls out your name but you ignore it, making decent progress down the trek. Your feet are hurting you. It doesn't help that you're wearing heels, walking across uneven sidewalks. Not to mention, you're still a little sore from how Rafe was being back there.

Fucking asshole, you swear in your head, clenching your hands by your side as you hear a car engine roaring from behind. It doesn't take long before the familiar vehicle pulls up by your side, slowing down enough to match your pace.

He rolls down the driver window, watching you stubbornly make your way down the street.

"Get in the car."

"No." Your voice has an edge but is overall monotonic. You won't let him know how pissed off you truly are; how you're fuming underneath, trying to navigate the mixed emotions buried inside. You don't even bother to look at him. "I'm walking home."

"You're going to walk to the other side of the island?" He taunts, in that condescending voice, as if he thought you were dumb. You weren't stupid. "Yeah, fucking right."

"Unlike you, Rafe, I'm pretty fucking able." You snap, glancing over to watch as his face sneers at the insult. You don't care. You let that first string of restraint snap, and you're unwinding slowly but surely. You try to fall back to your neutral tone. "I'm walking home. If I need help, I'll be sure to call someone else. Maybe JJ or Pope."

You knew the blond didn't like either of them; he made his opinions clear in the car ride to Tannyhill earlier. You only said it to rile him up, which, apparently, works as his expression hardens and he parks the car and unlocks the door.

"Get in the car." He commands, his voice commanding the same authority as he did in the bathroom. However, this time, it feels more forged—like a front to keep up. You look away, deciding to speed up. "Jesus Christ."

Your feet are hurting badly now. While deciding to do a short sprint in three-inch heels, you bend down and unclasp them, ready to go bare-feet for the rest of your journey if need be.

You feel his hand grab your arm.

"Drop the fucking act, sweetheart. You're not going to walk all the way back to The Cut. You won't even make it before dawn."

You pull enough strength within you to rip your arm out of his grasp, just like you should've done in the bathroom, and face him.

"You think you have so much power, don't you? That because you're some Kook prince you can tell people what to do? Well, fuck you, Rafe," you announce, each word punctuated with more sharpness than the last. "If I want to walk till dawn, I'll do it. As long as I won't have to get into your stupid car."

Rafe looks at you, not understanding why you are so adamant on walking back. Was it something during the dinner? Was it the bathroom? Is this you trying to gain back whatever control you lost?

He scoffs. "Your little tantrum isn't going to work, Pogue."

It's the name. The nickname of Pogue that rolls off his tongue that just triggers you.

You're pissed.

Having nothing else, you chuck your heels at his chest. It doesn't do much damage, because of your close proximity, but it was enough for him to see your fury. To see that your refusal isn't just a spur of the moment thing, to gain back control, but was an accumulation of everything—enough to comfort you for the rest of the walk.

Rafe's irritation flares. You knew how to push all of his buttons and now, it's pissing him the fuck off. He thought he calmed down a bit, after the bathroom, but you're just trying to rile him up. For some fucking reason. He doesn't doubt that you're going to walk the rest of the path back to The Cut, even if it kills you. You were that stubborn. It took him a whole two hours to convince you to shut down Sailor for half an evening. Imagine you now, at the height of your anger, with nothing but spite for him.

He should just let you. Show you how your stubbornness can lead to stupid decisions. Dire consequences. But you're still in your stupid, fucking short dress. It practically exposed your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes. There's no way in hell he's letting you walk home, in the dark, in that.

So, he did the next best thing.

He comes forward, and with one hand on your waist, he throws you over his shoulders. You barely register it as he man-handles you, grabbing your heels off the ground and marching straight to the passenger side.

"Fucking brat," he mumbles under his breath as he rips opens the door.

"Let go of me!"

He drops you into the leather seat, quickly grabbing the seatbelt and securing you in. You went for the buckle, ready to click the release, only for him to grab your wrists into one hand.

Your heated eyes meet his angry gaze. "Drop the fucking attitude and let me drive you home." He warns in a low voice. "You're not dying under my watch. Not when you still have your half of the bargain to keep up."

You glare at him, saying nothing as he finishes securing you in. When he feels sure that you aren't going to unlock and run off, repeating this cat-and-mouse game, he slams the door closed and walks over to the driver side.

You say nothing for the duration of the ride. You refuse to. Rafe doesn't try to talk to you either, assuming you'll shake off whatever tantrum you're throwing by the next morning. He just needed to get your ass back home to make it there.

When he stops in front of your house, or as close to it as you would allow him, you silently get out of the car and head for the door. You don't bother saying thank you because to you, the waitstaff at the country club deserves more gratitude more than whatever Rafe fucking Cameron thinks he is.

He doesn't care. He pulls out the street the moment your ass leaves his car. You'll be fine, he thought, you always are.

#ask #zya's pf #zya’s play fake series

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princessbrunette · 2 months

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just thinkin about pope n innocent!reader,,, and her calling him daddy while he has her on her lap stuffing her w his fingers :( just thinking…

also, could i please be 📝 anon? :) i loovee ur writing

✧˖°.🩰✧˖°.

pope liked to reward good behaviour. he found positive reinforcement worked well with you, and was happy to use that to his advantage as it kept the two of you content.

if you were to make a good suggestion to the pogues, you were rewarded with something small and quiet as acknowledgement to your deed, like a kiss on the temple or a reassuring smile and nod. if you were to go out of your way to do something kind or helpful, like bringing him food when he’d forgotten to eat — or sewing up his shirt that got ripped on a pogue mission, you’d be rewarded with copious praise and affection, calling you his ‘good girl’ which seemed to be your favourite, melting like putty in his hands each and every time.

now these were things he did naturally, for nothing in return, purely because he wanted to. but it didn’t go unnoticed that the sweeter he was on his girl, the softer and more vulnerable you’d become — stripping you down to your most true self. he wanted you, wanted all of you— so he’d keep going, keep praising to work you out. you were popes favourite thing to study.

when you’d been consistently well behaved through the entire day, even when odds were against you — he’d often help you unwind with your favourite type of reward, having you on his lap with his long skilful fingers deep inside.

“i know, i know. how’s it feel when it rub you like this, hm? can you talk to me?” he used his softest tone on you, not the voice he uses to sark at jj or argue against john b’s outrageous plans. he was his softest, most relaxed with you — and he loved that you brought that out of him.

“i—i like it, m’gonna cum soon.” you wail but it’s muffled into the smooth skin of his shoulder muscle, the plane that had been bearing all of your pleased tears and sounds.

“thats good, bambie. gonna keep rubbing that pretty clit just like this okay?” he lilts his voice gently, tilting his head when you don’t respond, too focused on breathing out heavy breaths against him. he noses at your cheek, craning down to try and get your eyes on him. “okay?” he repeats and you screw your eyes shut, nodding.

“‘kay, daddy.” you release with a held breath. he’s kind of glad your eyes were shut, because it catches him off guard for a second, blinking down at you as he continues to work his fingers inside you, thumb resting over your button.

daddy.

he couldn’t say he was surprised that you were into that kind of thing, infact — jj had in a way predicted it in once when the two of them were out on the boat fishing. something along the lines of “nah dude she’s real sweet. i see why you like ‘er. got the whole innocent, ‘daddy please fuck me’ thing goin’ on, ‘ya know?” now at the time, pope had been too preoccupied with scolding jj over being vulgar about his girl to entertain the conversation, but now it was coming back to him and he realised he was right.

it definitely made sense. bad relationship with your own father which had wound you up in his arms— someone calm, nurturing, enforces gentle rules and guidance, teaches you new stuff. even away at college before he met you he was a magnet to a certain demographic of girl, one who needed a gentle demeanour and occasional firm hand.

he wracks his brain for what to say as he drops a long kiss to your forehead, blinking rapidly as thoughts fire off. he wants to please you, wants to be that for you— and for once he hadn’t done his ample research beforehand to really support you through it. he decides on something simple, trying it out.

“daddies right here, let it go for me, pretty girl.” he’s more of a natural than he realised, and as if he flipped some sort of switch— you gasp, clutching onto him hard as he feels you gush around his fingers in a water-fall like consistency.

you slur a bunch of nonsense against his skin as he shushes you kindly, ears pricking up and heat rising to his face and cock each time the word ‘daddy’ comes out muffled against his shoulder. if daddy was what you needed, daddy was what you’d get. he better get studying.

✧˖°.🩰✧˖°.

#📝 anon #pope heyward prompt #deer!reader

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erwinsvow · 2 months

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Sorry babe but my brain isn’t shutting off… a very original rafe and jj love triangle is plaguing my mind

I’m thinking the midsummers drama is about kook reader

Maybe she’s new to town like family moved to obx cause her dad became partners with ward which gave Rafe easier access to you than jj but how can you not immediately be charmed by him when Sarah brings you around to meet her friends??

- 💓

stop cuz this is where the real fucking tea is. it’s so obvious they both want u and they’re getting fucking jealous of the other… can easily imagine falling for rafe he’s so mean!!! sometimes barely gives u any attention and when he does he’s always like pushing you against a wall and making out with you or like honest to god fingering you in the bathroom w his family and ur family next door. then he pockets ur panties and sends you back out there without them. he’s such a menace but it’s so hard to stay away from him 😣sometimes he’s real sweet n obviously spoils you like crazy!! parades you around his friends, gives you rules to follow which you always do (like no drinking without his permission/talking to strangers etc). rafe is so territorial and possessive so to him you’re his already. however he never made anything official… which is where jj comes in.

it’s like when rafe makes you sad or ignores you for work or business or whatever you just go spend time with sarah, not knowing many people here but getting friendly with her since you’re over at tannyhill a bunch! she takes you out with her friends who are so different than what you expected! n rafe is always warning you about the wrong side of the island and those dirty pogues you need to stay away from.. but they’re not mean at all! they’re nothing like what he said, so sweet and inviting and funny. they’re all nice but jj is the nicest of course.

and jj i mean he’s a player so he can’t help his reaction to a new pretty girl hanging around his friends, getting along with everyone being awfully friendly and sweet for a kook. he thinks you must have a crush on him too, with the way you flounder around in your tiny sundresses and teeny bikinis at the beach. it’s not long before he’s taking you off on early morning surf lessons (and he loves to sleep in, so this means something), ditching smoke seshs with his friends to come sit with you on the beach or something, ignoring the fact that he has 100% seen you hanging round with rafe cameron recently when he’s making out with you and you’re crawling into his lap in the back of the Twinkie.

i so forgot about midsummers!!!!! yes it would be so juicy, seeing you all dolled up in a short dress, obviously you accompany rafe but when he stalks off to go have “serious, proactive conversations” you find jayj and get real tipsy over glasses of champagne with him. rafe sees red and jj is just screaming at him to let you make your own choice. at midsummers there was beef n tension n chasing but they wouldn’t start swinging just yet.

and you, i mean there’s nothing better than having the attention of a boy you really like but TWO. ur probably going crazy but you don’t realize how impacted rafe n jj are, literally butting heads and almost fist fighting everytime they see each other or see you with the other. you’ll be out at lunch with rafe playing footsie under the table, whining because he left you again to do work while he’s trying to apologize when you see jj—and start waving. jj of course comes to the table and gets comfortable, probably eats something off of rafe’s plate. you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and when you get back there’s definitely broken glasses and thrown silverware.

similarly when you’re on the beach with jj, if you see rafes truck pull up you go to say hi, and jj follows behind you, HATING the way rafe’s staring at your practically naked body in a tiny bikini because you are his girl, and he says as much.

“stop being a creep and starin’ at my girl, cameron. go find someone else to bother.” and you look back at jj, smiling all dopey because he just called you his.

“your girl? that’s real funny. she’s my girl, right babe?” and then you look at rafe, face burning with embarrassment. they start bickering back and forth while you stand there looking at both of them and feeling your head spin. this is when they finally start throwing punches, both of them rustling in the sand and ending up with bruises n black eyes.

you’d finally throw in the towel and start crying (typical shea reader insert 🙄) n of course they blame each other but then feel terrible, awkwardly scratching the back of their head while you sob about how i hate fighting!! i don’t wanna fight i love you both why can’t we just be happy together!!

jj n rafe lock eyes. they can clearlyyyyy tell what you need right now to feel better. so obviously they throw you into rafe’s truck, drive to a secluded part of the shore, and take turns fucking you on the bed of his truck <3 lol

#yeahhhhh. um #📮 asks #love u babyyyy u have the best ideas have an amazing night bae🩵😇#💓 anon #rafe cameron #jj maybank

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coolaboutlucy · 4 months

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𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 / 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨 | 𝙚. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨

pairing: ellie williams x afab!black!reader

tags: told from readers pov and ellies pov, alternates between third person and first person, sorta angsty, fluff at the start, basically ur dina lol, jj isnt here tho, one use of y/n, one description of reader (just hair?? i think that’s it), ellie has ALOT of inner turmoil, reader lowkey knows that tho, great music/artists (not to toot my own horn but the songs and artists mentioned are BANGERS!!!!), sorta canon typical universe, mentions of abby and tommy (not really any actual involvement in the story.. well, sorta ig), ellie refers to reader as ‘she’, and i think thats it!!

a/n: lowkey thinking abt making a part two but everytime i start a series i always end up stopping at the second chapter. 😭 anyways, ill get to finishing those other requests diligently! 😇🙏 also ignore the fact i added hella tags, its prolly like random stuff but just trust me bro its in here!!!

Ellie was acting weird. Like, really weird. After Tommy had come and gone, something shifted inside of her. Like he’d altered her brain chemistry in some strange way. She was much quieter and she was biting her nails — a habit she’d picked up whenever she was thinking or nervous. You stand in the kitchen cleaning up some dishes as a Lauryn Hill vinyl plays softly. Ellie didn’t know much about your music taste but god, did she love it. She loved lots of things about you, your cooking, learning about your culture, how you helped her broaden her outlook on the world with the lessons instilled into you by your parents and grandparents. It was something she valued above all else. You found yourself humming along to the tune of the music and occasionally mumbling the lyrics. The stairs creaked as she walked down them rather slowly. The sound of the record player being on made her wonder what you were up to. She picks up the sleeve the vinyl had been in and she reads it. “‘The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill’? You’re always listenin’ to this record. It must be your favorite then, I presume.”

She walked over to you while you were drying off a plate. “It’s a classic, Ellie. Who doesn’t like this album?” You ask as a small smile creeps onto your face. She’d always made you smile, but it now just seemed like she was trying to deter you from the fact that something had obviously been going on in her mind. She leans against the counter, looking over her shoulder at the setting sun. She hadn’t said anything as she alternates between looking at the sunset, you washing the dishes and nodding her head to the beat of the songs playing. Once the dishes have been washed, you rummage through the cabinets for a small candle. It was one Ellie liked. It smelled like some sweet citrus scent and the label had been rubbed off. You reach into a drawer and pull out a box of matches. You strike it until it burns and you light each wick, then putting the match out.

Then, you stop the record and put it back in its sleeve. “I should get you another vinyl. Who else do you listen to?” Ellie asks as she steps behind you. You shrug. “In the old world, I listened to a lot of music. I had a Walkman but yknow, someone stole it.” “That sucks. I had a Walkman aswell at some point. Never saw it again.” She pushes her hands into the pockets of her worn jeans and you nod in response. You let out a little yawn. “I think I’ll go to sleep soon.” You mumble to yourself as you turn to Ellie. “Yknow, for my birthday, you could get me like a.. New Edition one if you could find it.” You suggest with a smile. “You got it, babe. I’ll search as hard as I can.” She smiled softly and kissed your cheek. You return the kiss and begin walking up the stairs.

You head for the bathroom to shower. The water never got as hot as you preferred but you couldn’t complain. At least you’d been getting some water. The water was lukewarm. Your clothes had been discarded on the floor. You step into the shower and your mind begins racing. You were there the entire time Tommy had been talking to Ellie. You’d opened the door to him. You watched him limp into the dining room. You let him in! You were starting to think that wasn’t a good idea as you washed your body. Ellie tended to rethink her actions and doubt herself a lot. You couldnt like, literally see inside of her mind, but you knew she had lots of inner turmoil. Killing people and the undead coupled with trauma definitely wasn’t an easy task to balance. You could see it in her. But she was addicted to that sense of justice. She felt compelled to protect the ones she loved even if it meant it was self destructive.

As you exited the shower, you found Ellie sitting on your shared bed awake. “Ellie, are you not tired?” You ask softly as you dress yourself. “No, well, yeah. I was just.. waitin’ for you.” You nod in response. You wore a pair of shorts and a shirt with some faded graphic that appeared to be from some Mortal Kombat game. You sat next to her and you grabbed her hand gently. Your thumb runs over her knuckles. “Yknow you can talk to me. I’ll listen, Ellie. I’m here for you.” She mumbled a soft ‘I know’ before she leaned her head against your shoulder. The moonlight shines through the windows, gently illuminating your features and Ellie’s. You could hear the windchimes outside swaying with the wind. “Cmon, let’s get some rest.” You suggested as you walked over to your side of the bed. You knew Ellie had a hard time sleeping most nights, and some days it was visible on her face. You just wanted her to sleep for one night. In a way, you knew why she couldn’t sleep. Maybe because she wanted to protect you from whatever may stumble in here while you’re in your most vulnerable state, or maybe because her self-decapitating thoughts were eating her alive. You laid in the bed, facing Ellie as she settled in the bed.

In one hand held her switchblade (she went to sleep holding it most nights.) She looks at you with a tired smile as one of her hands comes up to gently caress your face. “When this is all over, ‘m gonna give you the whole goddamn world.” She mumbled as she leaned forward to give you a soft peck. “I’d do the same for you. I’d get you everything you could possibly ever want.” Moments like these were your favorite moments to have with Ellie. Her words of affirmation, love and even her promises were all you could ever think about whenever you couldn’t sleep. You knew she meant everything she said because of the sincerity in her voice. You smiled to yourself. Ellie saw you and she smiled too. You turn to her. “Ellie?” “Yeah?” “Don’t leave me. Not ever. I can’t lose you, I still have so much to show you.” There was this kind of.. expression on her face. Uncertainty. Worry. Compassion. Her response was small, as if she wasn’t sure if she’d ever abide by this unspoken promise to you. “I won’t.” You smiled softly before you got a little closer to her, holding her in your arms as you drift off into sleep.

(Ellie’s POV now lol)

She was so close. Holding me as if she’d never let go. Thoughts were too much. My mind is racing. I keep seeing him. Tommy did something to me. I couldn’t just.. leave my girlfriend. The one who’s been with me through thick and thin. A woman like this wasn’t easy to come by, especially during an apocalypse. The moonlight was always my favorite light to see her under. She’d been glowing, god, she was beautiful, ethereal even. The way her braids sprawl over the pillow, her soft breathing, the soft thumps of her heart were all I would’ve needed in a perfect world. The draft coming through the window gave my goosebumps. We’d been laying here for a few minutes. It was amazing how fast she could fall asleep. The switchblade I hold has a reflection from the moons light. I see myself in the blades reflection. I look away.

Something inside of me screams ‘Go get her. Go kill Abby. Finish the job like Tommy suggested.’ Slowly, I slide out of the bed. Standing in the middle of the room, I realize that there are some windows open. Shuddering, I go to close them. I made sure to keep my footsteps light so the floor didn’t creak. After closing the windows upstairs, I go into the room my art was stationed in. There was a box under my desk containing my journal. I know she never looked through it because I didn’t want her to and she respected that. I flip through the pages of it, looking back at my entries. There’s an entry in my journal. ‘Sometimes, I hear people talking. They tell me to do bad things. I know I shouldn’t. But how do I ignore a voice so loud? I should tell (Y/N). I can’t tell her. I don’t want to ruin this for her. She seems.. happier when she’s not constantly running for her life.’ The note was next to a few sketches of her and moths I’d roughly sketched. I was tired of the voices. I return the journal and walk downstairs to close the rest of the windows downstairs. I stop infront of my guitar.

I sit down, strumming a few cords before I stop. ‘Go get her. Go kill Abby. Kill Abby. Show her what pain feels like. She killed Joel. Finish the job.’ The voice was repeating. It was driving me insane. The voices came after we left Seattle. I want the cycle to end. Nothing ends if I just ask it to. That’s in some.. nonexistent world. My skin crawls with this need. Not the kind I feel when I look at her and her beautiful face and body. It was bloodlust. A vicious cycle never ends, that’s what makes it so vicious. This is the continuation of a cycle I can't break. “I have to do this.” I mumble. I move mindlessly as I gather my things and get ready. I have to kill Abby. I feel like my only purpose in life is to protect, sacrifice, and suffer in silence. Killing Abby seems like.. my magnum opus right now. She tells me that ‘violence isn’t the answer’ and to ‘control my urges’ but I can’t. As I stand in the kitchen, putting the last of my things into my backpack, the stairs creak. She’s awake. Fuck. She wasn’t supposed to wake up. God, don’t look at me. Don’t do this to me, I need to do this— “Ellie? What’re you doing?” Her voice makes me freeze in place. I don’t move. I stare at her. Her tired eyes. The longing in her eyes for some sorta.. normality in her life. Our life isn’t normal and has never been normal. Was anything normal in this life? Who knows. Nobody knows. Matter of fact, I don’t know.

#Spotify #wlfabby #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female!readed #reader insert #ellie williams x black!reader

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dmercer91 · 1 year

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ebug’s sister, dm91

part one / part two / part three

we're gonna ignore the drastic hair change and the fact that the people in pictures 2 and 3 look absolutely nothing alike despite being twins in the au

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blakefriarr_

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blakefriarr_: my brother's an ubug, episode 3! birthday edition!

jj was not actually the ebug for tonight's game, he's just a huge suck and he got me devs tickets for my (our) birthday cause he LOVESSSSS MEEEEE

he was gonna get me a mercer jersey and then i apparently offended him by drawing dicks on the printed pdf of his 10 commandments

i can't not provide context for these photos, it's my brand. so buckle up.

one is me after unwrapping the gift my dad got for jj and accidentally put my name on. yes that is fire. yes this was our father telling jj to go get an actual job. yes i laughed. yes i kept it.

the next two capture jj and i's entire relationship visually, and they are me wanting to drink out of a much too heavy, glass bottle without using my hands. jj was incredibly concerned for his safety as well as the condition the floor would be in after i inevitably dropped the bottle and got glass everywhere. however, that did not happen because i am actually god himself. next.

dawson looks very displeased with whatever he is looking at (they were winning?????? the puck was in the o zone?????? hisch had the puck?????? idek. maybe he's got digestive issues)

the boys are having a pre faceoff chat. dawson is eating his gloves.

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jj.friar31: i want that torch back

→ blakefriarr_: tough shit james

→ drayanewman: HIS NAME IS JAMES?!?!?!?!?

user6543456: dawson eating his gloves just like jack

→ user93456: will ny is the original sporting goods eater

dawson1417: happy birthday <3 hope you had a good night

→ blakefriarr_: this comment squished my heart like a pimple in the best way

→ dawson1417: you're welcome? 😭

→ blakefriarr_: thank you, handsome <3

→ dawson1417: i understand the pimple comment. good lord.

dawson1417: now that we're done being cute i do NOT have DIGESTIVE ISSUES???

→ blakefriarr_: it's nothing to be ashamed of, daws. just a tummy ache :(

→ dawson1417: i did not have a tummy ache i am a grown man

→ blakefriarr_: shit ur right my bad you've got functional dyspepsia

→ dawson1417: i've got WHAT

user230237: this is so chaotic

user098765: i love that everyone just goes with this

dawson1417: final comment i promise but why is your shirt half see through

→ blakefriarr_: why ISN'T your shirt half see through 🤨

→ blakefriarr_: lemme have a look

→ jj.friar31: this is why you didn't get a jersey

→ blakefriarr_: @/dawson1417 can i have a jersey

→ dawson1417: @/blakefriarr_ i will get you one from every theme night as long as they've got my number on them

→ jj.friar31: you're a TRAITOR, dawson.

njdevils: happy birthday, blake!

→ jj.friar31: happy birthday blake AND JJ. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOO. I'M THE EBUG!!! I'M MORE SPECIAL

→ blakefriarr_: i wouldn't say more special but you're definitely a different flavour of special

→ blakefriarr_: also technically your birthday was yesterday so stop acting like a colossal piss baby

→ jackhughes: huh

→ blakefriarr_: i REALLY did not want out of there bro i was hanging on for dear life

→ jackhughes: oh shit i thought dad had mad game

→ quinnhughes: then they wouldn't be twins ?

→ blakefriarr_: oh my god one of them has a brain cell

→ quinnhughes: glad i could be of service, congrats on being whatever age it is that you are

lhughes_06: i was gonna say happy birthday and then you said i had less braincells than quinn.

→ blakefriarr_: correction- i said quinn had one (1) braincell. therefore implying that you have none <3

lhughes_06: happy birthday jj

→ blakefriarr_: and you WONDER why i like quinn better

jackhughes: you were born on this day 🎉 jj wasn't, i guess. but happy birthday to him

jj.friar31: @/blakefriarr_ thanks for pissing off 2/3 of the hughes' i needed that

→ blakefriarr_: you're welcome it was your birthday gift

→ blakefriarr_: but just cause i'm butthurt i'll leave you with the thought that ellen would probably like me better

nicohischier: happy birthday to you and jj, thank you for calling me something normal

→ blakefriarr_: kinda weird that you don't find cap normal do you have something to share with the class

→ nicohischier: no i am 24 and i do not attend class

dougieham: i would never in a million years have thought you two were twins before your first post i actually just assumed you'd hid behind him until you got to meet us and that there was no correlation

→ blakefriarr_: is it cause i am really cool and he is just jj

→ dougieham: no.

→ dougieham: well actually sort of

→ blakefriarr_: aw thanks dougie

→ dougieham: i said sort of

ryangraves27: my head made it into this one

→ blakefriarr_: i can't tell what tone of voice this was meant to be read in

→ blakefriarr_: like are you sad?? thrilled?? terrified?? should i crop you out next time?? emote please

→ ryangraves27: i think i will not

→ blakefriarr_: this comment made me call my therapist

→ jj.friar31: thanks man she needed this

→ blakefriarr_: remember when both of the gifts had my name on them and nobody was shocked and the first one was money and things i was actually interested in and the second one was a propane torch that nobody will ever use unironically (remember which one was meant for you?)

→ jj.friar31: while ur on the phone with her can you make me an appointment too

→ blakefriarr_: she made it right before mine in case you need more time.

→ jesperbratt: you're joking about the gift thing... right?

→ blakefriarr_: they paid his college tuition

→ jj.friar31: they paid for part of your car

→ blakefriarr_: i drive an '11 civic and the check engine light has been on for a year and a half

→ jj.friar31: they pay for your apartment

→ blakefriarr_: we live together???

→ jj.friar31: that is definitely a point

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#ebug’s sister series !#dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

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