#i am so sorry about the shit. i made it as a joke but (john mulaney voice) once you write it it stays in the act forever

[d0youc0py]

heyy - 🍄

Can you write something with 141 reacting to the reader going to sleep alone in another room? like just the reader wanting to be alone or they fought. the way you prefer

Hurt/comfort ♥️ your writing is my favorite

Hi! 🍄Thank you so much! I absolutely loved this prompt!

He thought you were being dramatic. Too sensitive. And he made sure to let you know.

“It was just a joke, sweetheart. Nothing more. I’m a light sleeper, you know that.” His voice was careful, yet firm.

Even though he had assured you he hadn’t meant anything by it, here you were, staring at the ceiling as pm turned into am. He had his arm snug around you, tucking you under his chin. Normally this position had you out like a light, but now you were just focusing on trying not to breath too hard.

Earlier that day the two of you were relaxing on the couch when you commented on his yawn.

“You’ve been yawning a lot, Si. Should put you to bed early.” You snickered.

“Your fault.” He yawned again. “Movin around every five second.” His tone was teasing. His fingers even brushed up and down your foot that was resting in his lap. Despite this, your heart dropped. Were you really that uncomfortable to share a bed with?

Laying in bed was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Your side ached from you spending too much time on it. Your nose hadn’t stopped itching and it took everything in your power not to scratch it every five seconds. Even your quieted breathing felt like it was shaking the bed. The guest room was sounding more and more inviting. You’d be able to flip over whenever you wanted. Scratch that nose of yours, all without having to worry about stirring the sleeping giant behind you.

You carefully gripped his arm and squirmed your way out from under it. He woke up halfway, holding his arm up for you.

“Sorry, Si.” You whispered, guilt already tugging at you.

“Don’t even think about it.” He assured in a groan. He watched with curious eyes as you disappeared down the hall, instead of going to the bathroom like he assumed you were. You must be getting water.

One minuted turned into three, then three turned into five. He huffed, rubbing a hand over his face, your side of the bed already growing uncomfortably cold. His socked feet sunk into the plush carpet as he made his way down the hall. The kitchen light wasn’t on, but the guest bedroom that was normally shut was wide open. Even in the darkness he could make out the lump of your body- already asleep.

The realization was instant. And it hurt.

“Sweetheart.” He knocked at the open door. He didn’t feel too bad about waking you up. He needed to. You gasped awake, your head springing up from the pillows. It seemed even your absence kept him awake. “What do I have to say for you to get out of that head of yours?” He hummed, plopping down next to you. He leaned over you, pressing a slow kiss against your forehead.

“I just feel bad knowing I’m constantly waking you up.” You murmured, rubbing at your eyes.

“Sweetheart, waking up to you isn’t something to feel bad about. It’s nice, being woken up just because someone wants to be closer to you. Now we are going to knock it off with all this ‘afraid to wake me up shit’ and go back to our bed, you hear me?”

You did hear him.

“John, enough! I’m tired of arguing with you, I’m ready to go to bed.” You growled. He followed closely behind you towards the bedroom, unbuttoning his white dress shirt.

“Yeah, let’s just go to bed and forget all of this happened.” He mumbled from behind you. You began tugging off your clothes, throwing a glare his way.

“Don’t do that.” You chided, throwing you clothes on top of his in the hamper.

“Do what?” He gruffed back.

“Mumble things under your breath.” You explained. He tsked and rolled his eyes at you. The action caused another flare to ignite in your stomach. He reached into his dresser and pulled out a nightshirt, tugging it over his head. He reached back in and grabbed one for you, holding it out to you expectantly. It was your favorite shirt of his to wear.

“I’m not wearing that.” You spat, turning away from him. You marched to your shared bed and grabbed your pillow, beginning to make your way down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He stopped you. His large frame taking up the whole doorway.

“John”-

“Love.” His voice was calm and you hated it. He should be more upset. Upset that you were upset with him. “Don’t go”-

“Why should I liste”-

“You need to stay in bed with me. That’s where you belong.” He said it as though it was a fact. “I know you’re not too happy with me right now, but you aren’t sleepin away from me tonight, honey. Now let’s go brush our teeth.”

*this is so dramatic*

Johnny had fucked up. He admitted it too. Yet it seemed no matter how many apologies flowed from him- you were determined to put a rift between the two of you. At least that’s how he saw it.

You yawned next to him on the couch, your hand brushing some hair out of your eyes.

“Gettin sleepy?” He hummed. You smiled softly, nodding your head.

“Should probably head to bed.” You yawned, stretching as you stood.

“You remember where it is?” It was a snotty comment. Distasteful. You had been sleeping in the guest bedroom for the past week. He was able to choke down his hatred for it the first few days, but after you referred to it as “your room” all grace had been lost.

“You just can’t help yourself can you?” You growled, not bothering to wait for an answer.

“Just don’t understand why you’re so hell bent on punishing me.” He shouted after you. You stopped, turning on your heels.

“Punishing you?” You snarled. “The only one getting punished in this situation is me John. I know to you I’m being dramatic but I really don’t know how I can trust you after all those shitty things you said to me.”

His chest twisted and his hand scratched at his shirt.

“I don’t know what else to do, sweetheart.” His voice was uncharacteristically soft and it made you feel worse than you already did. “I’ve apologized in more ways than one and I’m still not getting through to you. I’m not saying I’m giving up, I just miss you. I know lashing out at you isn’t the answer.” He sighed rubbing at his face. He was exhausted- that was evident just by looking at him. You were his safe place- his favorite person in the whole world and he hurt you. “I made a mistake saying nasty shite to you, but I hope you remember everything before that. We’ve been together for years and I hoped I’ve showed you just how much I love you in that time.”

By the end of his speech tears were rolling down your cheeks.

“Dammit, Mac.” You huffed. You moved forward quickly, practically flinging yourself at him. He reciprocated immediately, wrapping his arms tight around you with no intention to let you go. He wouldn’t let go till you forgave him.

You woke up to two arms wrapping around you.

“Ky.” You grumbled sleepily.

“You took so much medicine, I didn’t think you’d wake up.” He whispered back. You were sick and the last thing you wanted to do was get Kyle sick. He rubbed his hands over your stomach, the action already lulling you back to sleep.

“I just don’t want to make you sick.” You murmured. He ‘tsked’ at you, pulling you even closer to his warm body. You wished it was easier to stay away from him. He was the perfect temperature for your chilled body and he smelled like vanilla and coffee.

“I’d wear it like a badge of honor.” He smiled against you. You rolled your eyes.

“You just always find a way to make everything romantic don’t you.”

“Well I had to get you to fall for me one way.”

“Are you going to be this cheeky when you get sick?” You hummed.

“I wasn’t planning on it, but challenge accepted.”

#d0youc0py #doyoucopy #cod #cod men #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwf2 #fluff #sfw #angst #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x you #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #captain john price #captain price x y/n #captain price x reader #price x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap x y/n #soap x reader #soap x you #kyle gaz garrick #gaz nation #gaz x reader #gaz x you #price cod #soap cod #ghost cod

[alllgator-blood]

ohhhhg ky god i LOVE how u write shamura's non-binaryness ,,,, sorry if that sounds weird but it's EXACTLY what i think abt my own identity too. i am not a boy or a girl i am just tha darkness between stars and the last beats of a dying heart

(i also love kallamar having 'too much gender' bc ,,, same also KEBEKRYDJSYEJ)

I finished this yesterday but Home Stuff was happening and I couldn't post it, ANYWAY- WOW THE WHOLE TRANSGENDER GANG HAS ARRIVED! And...specifically the pre-injury versions because I just am tired of drawing bandages! I'm actually really happy you liked how I wrote shamura's gender explanation thing because like...I've always gotten euphoria from things that aren't other people, but felt like it was a weird thing to do? I made a joke comic about it forever ago where my gender envy was stuff like john carpenter's the thing, the collector from darkest dungeon, and the mystery flesh pit monster. So having a freaky eldritch spider cult leader be canonically nonbinary and having their gender be respected by the other characters was like a dream come true for me, ESPECIALLy since there's enough wiggle room to make my own interpretation of what they are. If anyone can see themself in the way I write these guys then tbh that's all I could ever hope for, so I'm really grateful you let me know your thoughts!!

My hc's for the family is definitely shamura being voidpunk, kallamar being genderfluid, and leshy is just a Dude. A Funny Little Guy. Idek why I strongly feel like he's transmasc but it's probably the fact I grew up with a transmasc younger brother who's also a little shit lmao--

#cotl #cult of the lamb #shamura #leshy #kallamar

[ell-does-stuff]

MAKING A BIG OL POST OF EVERYTHING I GOTTA SAY ABOUT THE NEW SPOOKY MONTH BECAUSE HOLY SHITTTT THERES A LOT

‼️‼️SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY‼️‼️

THE THIEVES ARE BACK WOOOOOOOO!! IVE MISSED THEM SM

also eepy lila

while gathering images for this ive noticed that the "pile of dexter" as im calling it is staring at the thieves the whole time they're in the attic (specifically fat thief)

is he somehow still alive???? just possessing a pile of dead doll????????

so cool to see the big ass spider get some actual relevance!! def gonna be important next episode for sure

ROSS'S DAD!!!!!!!!

also jaune is so pretty with her hair down like omggg... love to see her being such a supportive friend to lila as well

"are you throwing away dad's stuff mom?" WAAAAAA MY POOR BABYYY IM GONNA CRYYY

HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN HI KEVIN

theyre so me

DEXTERRRRJRJRJRHSHSHDBBDBSB!!+!!!!!(!!

"this cat looks sick im taking it to the vet" BULLSHIT i know what you are. 👁️👁️

DEXTER'S MOM!?!?????!?!?!?!?!!!??? i had no idea she would ever show up like wow i did not expect to see her at all

poor little babies and their lack of parents

ok sorry ik im joking here but MAN this scene made me feel bad 😭😭😭

THE FUCK.

pretty sure this dude is the same guy as the "costume bob" in the last episode??? i felt bad for him last time but here he seems like kind of a pathetic and weird ass man ngl lol

RADFORRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!(!!(;+;!;(;;(;??;(;;!!(+!!++!(++!

HES SUCH A GOD DAMN SILLY NERD MAN LIKEEEEE "he even sounds like he does in the movies!!!!!!" BROOOO I LOVE HIMMMMMMMMMM DJJDGWHDHSHFH

he is EXACTLY how i pictured he would be!! my brain is not gonna shut up about him for the next few days i just know it HAHAHAH

also my caramelpopcorn (thats their ship name right?? or was it candycorn??? i forgor lol) heart is completely full, i loved actually seeing him and kevin canonically interact, they are perfect <3

HES IN THE CANDY CLUB OUTFIRTBD RJSHNF EBDJFBSBDJC EJDUFBEBW DKXN SCUEBFNFBRJSJCJCHDB!!!!(!!!!!;+;(;!!(+!!

"im... uh... like an uncle!!" "i just wanna help the children..." BROO??? feeling kinda bad for frank rn, these are like the only kids he genuinely cares about and hes being turned away from em

ik hes a shady guy but STILL

GREGOR LOOKS SO GOOFY DOING THE DANCE JDBDHSHFHD LIKE WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THATTTTT

also i made this gif myself yall better like it

aaaaaaaaaand dexter's mom is dead.

like son like mother i guess 💀

love how ignacio's door has small little boards on it from when they bashed it with a hammer HAHAHHA

also, looking at the inside of ignacio's house, is that john's family on the little table there???

one of the images in the arg gives a better look at this, but i had no idea it was in IGNACIO'S HOUSE of all places. why does he have that??? and right by the gun too.... what is this silly cult man planning......

(the arg image in question if yall were wondering)

"we understand you" "we're here for you dude" "thank you guys, i just wish things weren't so..." HATZGANG FRIENDSHIP WAAAAA!!!!!

also ROY HAS BEEN THROUGH SHIT MY POOR GUYYYY i wanna hug him mannnn 🥺

IMAGE LIMIT IS KILLING ME SO IM GONNA REBLOG THIS WITH MORE SHIT TO SAY BECAUSE I AM NOT DONE MANNN‼️‼️‼️‼️

#spooky month #sr pelo spooky month #spooky month spoilers #skid #pump #skid and pump #lila spooky month #lila #fat thief #thin thief #kevin #kevin spooky month #dexter erotoph #radford #radford spooky month #father gregor #frank #frank spooky month #jaune #ross's dad #ross's dad spooky month #ignacio #hatzgang #roy spooky month #ross spooky month #robert spooky month #roy #ross #robert

[s1ater]

pay up.

pairings. jj maybank x fem!reader

about. you and jj don’t have the best relationship, but who’s to say that can’t change?

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. i didn’t edit this at all

during the summer at the chateau, you almost never saw jj with a shirt on.

which you couldn’t complain about, especially when he was conducting yard work—or anything that’d make him sweat… anything that’d make his tan skin glow and his muscles flex as he put in the work.

but the only thing was… he was a fucking asshole.

during the first summer of freshman year, jj was still unable to drive, as well as all the other pogues—except you. and because of that, you were responsible for driving jj to and from jobs. it wasn’t your first choice, but in order to keep the chateau up and running, the bills needed to be payed.

“this your daddy’s truck?”

you watched him through the review mirror pull down the tailgate to load up the junky old lawn mower that was almost out of it’s time. he then moved to the passenger door, yanking it open.

“it’s mine.”

“really?” his eyebrows raised in surprised, hopping into the seat while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his white teeshirt. “this piece of shit?”

“i don’t see you with a car, maybank,” you pulled the car into drive, now beginning to make your way back to the cut.

“it’s not by choice,” he rolled his eyes while extending his arm across the seat.

“what, failing your drivers test three times was?”

“shut the fuck up.”

sophomore year didn’t get any better. if anything, that’s when jj reached peaked douche bag and the only thing that came out of his mouth was insults and foul language—all directed toward you.

“you are such a bitch.”

everyone winced, making sounds of booing at jj’s harsh words. you all sat around the campfire, savoring some of the few moments left of summer while discussing school and graduating when you had made a joke on half of you most likely not graduating—hence jj calling you a bitch.

you glanced at him, awkwardly laughing as you tipped your beer back, “relax, it was just a joke.”

“struck a nerve,” pope hummed lowly, snuggling closer into the hammock he sat in as if wiggling away from the obvious tension that suddenly hit each and every one of you just from jj.

“no kidding.”

“i just think how funny it is that y/n always has some dumb shit to say whenever we be hanging out like this,” he raised his hands in defense, shaking his head. “i’m just saying.”

“jj, it’s not that deep,” kie looked at him with narrowed brows, obviously as confused as the rest of you—to which he shuts up and mumbles a sorry, but to her.

not you.

junior year, jj was barely a person to you nor were you to him. you were lucky if he even said a word to you within the week—which really didn’t happen at all unless john b sent him to do so in order to remind you of rent or something that had to do with facilities.

he treated you like you weren’t a person, like you were never there, and you couldn’t tell if that was better or worse than previous years treatment.

probably better… until it seemed you were almost cut off, not only from him but from the whole group.

before, you had an idea of jj; what he did, what he liked, what he found funny, and what the inside jokes were. now, it seemed that you didn’t know him at all, he wasn’t a person you knew, but the rest of the pogues did. they knew all the inside jokes, all his problems, his accomplishments and you didn’t.

“you shouldn’t care, y/n,” pope told you as the two of you hauled equipment to and from a boat for your employers. “jj has been nothing but a dickhead to you, i’d think this would be a blessing on your end.”

“yeah,” you hummed, “but it’s like not only am i cut out of his life, but your guys’ too. i have nothing to contribute when the conversation turns in his direction, y’know? i know nothing about what you guys are talking about sometimes.”

pope sighs. you weren’t wrong. there was many points in times where you’d go completely silent due to the conversation leading to times where all the pogues hung out without you, making it hard for you to communicate—your presence was completely useless at that point.

“yeah, i’m sorry about that,” he scratches the back of his neck, thinking deeply about the situation. there truly was nothing he could do about it at all, but he still felt sympathy for you. “perhaps you could talk to him about it.”

“you’re kidding,” you narrowed your brows, practically dumbfounded at his suggestion. “pope that is the dumbest thing i have ever heard come out of your mouth.”

he smiles, “well, looks like i’m no help.”

senior year. senior year was something strange.

jj was a totally a different person to the point you were wondering whether or not if you were high half the time you saw him.

different person as in he was nice.

it technically started the summer before senior year when things became very pressurized and shitty for you due to your parents. they had a sudden striking interest in your life upon discovery that you were doing rather well for a pogue in school.

you could get out, do something with your life.

it was known since you could remotely process anything that your parents didn’t care. you grew up alone, discovered things alone, taught yourself things that they didn’t, and swore to become a better person than both of them combined—just not to end up like them.

they showed up, multiple times unannounced at the chateau. their presence was… intense to say the least. they had no problem invading or doing things that could cause more problems just to get what they wanted.

and the day they showed up, was also the first day jj had ever touched you with an announce of affection.

you had been in your room, browsing through your computer when yelling begun to echo throughout the home. you took a step out into the hall, crossing paths with john b. who shared the same confused look.

“jj out there by himself?”

“not seeming like it.”

he stood there, shovel in hand as he spoke to a couple, or rather yelled at a couple, “she doesn’t live here!”

“then where is she?”

“right here.”

the couple immediately spun around to face you, your mothers face uplifting as she immediately walked to you, “my baby!”

“you should have stayed inside, i was covering for you.”

that’s what surprised you, the fact that he was covering for you and didn’t even think to give you up. but you supposed everyone in your group knew how crazy your parents were.

“it’s fine, i’ll deal with it,” you marched passed your mother, walking toward their vehicle. they had no choice but to follow you. “what’re you doing here?”

“we’ve come to get you, sweetheart.”

“why?”

and they explained why, only heavily sugar coating it. you were being lied to and it made your body ache in sadness. yeah, you didn’t need your parents, but it still would have been nice to have them and it sucked to be used.

“you okay?” jj stood in the doorway, watching them finally pull out and drive away after half an hour of arguing and seeing you getting practically screamed at in your face.

“yeah,” you looked up at him with confused eyes, wondering why he was even asking. it didn’t help your state with your heart still swelled up with hurt. he could see it, he was familiar with it, and he felt a very heavy wave of emotions consume him once looked down at you.

“you sure?”

“yes.”

he didn’t believe you.

jj stepped out of the doorway, allowing you to step by him and back to your room where you could sulk, but before you could fully close yourself up, he called after you.

“don’t let them get into your head,” you watch his hand grab your shoulder in slow motion before squeezing it, giving you a sympathetic look before passing you by and walking to his room.

you couldn’t get that out of your head. that one simple touch, it’s all you could think about for the next week till he replaced it with another and another and another.

nothing could beat good skin on skin contact, even with no deep meaning behind it.

what the fuck.

he actually talked to you, looked at you, touched you, smiled at you. and none of it made sense. why now?

you weren’t the only one who noticed it either.

“so, jj and you seem to be… good,” pope was careful with his wording, not sure how to take on this matter in the first place.

“yeah,” you said plainly, not knowing how to speak on it either, but not really wanting to speak on it at all; you still couldn’t believe it.

“you guys friends now?”

“i don’t know.”

“did you guys talk or something?”

“jj and i talk?” you scoffed. “i’m sorry but we’re not that resolved.”

“right,” he laughs a little, “maybe he’s having a self-realization period, and has figured out that you’re a lot cooler than he originally thought.”

you laugh lowly, shaking your head, “well, whatever it is, it’s strange, but i guess i can’t complain.”

yeah, you really couldn’t. especially when the small touches turned into something much, much more affectionate.

“you ever… think about leaving this place?”

“all the time,” you stare up at the stars from the hammock you laid in, answering jj’s question without a second thought.

“i mean, not the cut, i mean here, the chateau.”

you narrowed your brows at the question, not understanding the meaning behind this question, if there even was one, “no, why? are you planning on kicking me out?”

he scoffs, shaking his head from across the fire, “no, never. wouldn’t ever do that.”

“doesn’t seem like that sometimes,” you say it but immediately bite your tongue, knowing you shouldn’t have. you had nothing against jj anymore, even as the whole reason for him being so suddenly nice has gone unresolved—you’ve learned to ignore. “or, i mean-“

“i know what you mean.”

it’s silent.

occasions where you and jj are left alone are very frequent, especially ones where the two of you are actually talking. even if you have forgotten about his past hostile attitude, you were still cautious and kept your walls up just in case he dropped his new righteous self at any moment.

jj was very self aware. he knew exactly why you were so hesitant on creating any kind of bond between the two of you, and he understood and he didn’t exactly quite disagree with that.

there was a large amount of time where all he could think about was how much of a shitty person he was to you and he honestly couldn’t forgive himself for that. he wasn’t a good person, he knew that. he just wanted to better himself while he still could.

the silence is interrupted with the sound of shuffling and jj slides into the hammock, right next to you. you’re shocked to say the least to the point you don’t even say a word to disagreement with the daring move.

“i’m sorry.”

a single sentence. a single sentence that make your chest tighten and your whole body freeze in surprise.

“for what?”

“for being such an asshole to you for the past three years,” he mumbles, his eyes darting between star to star, nervously. “i want to be your friend, y/n,” he looks to you and look back at him with your mouth slightly opened. “i want to talk to you without it being weird, i want to be able to look at you without feeling guilty, i want to be able to… touch you.”

inhale.

“i want to be familiar with your name, i want to be able to say it without holding myself back.”

exhale.

“i understand if… you don’t want that, hell i probably wouldn’t, but i realized i caused a large problem and i want to fix it. i want you to know i’m sorry.”

i’m sorry.

crazy. you felt absolutely crazy sitting this close to him, to the point you were sitting on his lap and falling for his apology. after years of living with his hostile environment, of hating him, wanting to punch him in the face, and stay as far as you could away from him—you were giving in after such a simple apology.

“jj?”

“y/n?”

“you owe me if i forgive you.”

his eyes strayed from yours for a minute, thinking, thinking hard on what you mean before looking back to you, nodding slowly, “okay..”

“good,” you nodded, carrying yourself to knees, now scooting to the of the hammock. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

**

“you know you could really get out of here, right?”

“why are you so set on trying to get rid of me lately?” you glance at jj from across the boat where you sat with your feet dangling over the edge, watching the deep blue to sit calmly. “i see, you don’t want to owe me something.”

he rolls his eyes, “yes, but no.” he also watches the water as well. the two of you were supposed to be catching food for dinner but after the past hour becoming repetitive of catching nothing, you decided to give up and just enjoy the sun as it still lowly hung in the sky. “you’re smart, y/n. like pope smart.”

“well now you’re just sweetening me up,” your tone is dry but he can tell your highly amused as you now crawl toward him.

“i’m serious.”

“i know.”

“good.”

it’s quiet now. you both stare at your feet as the cold water kisses the tips of your toes, staying calm with hardly any movement. it was a perfect moment; the now setting sun, the cool weather, his words, the location, everything.

you laid your head against jj’s shoulder, thinking, “jj.”

“yeah?”

“kiss me.”

“what?” you stutters like he doesn’t hear you correctly and his body suddenly tenses.

“you owe me, kiss me.”

he looks stunned once you both fully look at each other. he’s not sure if you’re joking or even pulling one on him just to embarrass him for every past inconvenience between the two of you.

you press your lips against his and to your surprisal he kisses you back with no problem. his hand lightly cups the side of your face as you both continued to move your lips against one another—until you pushed him into the water.

you almost fall in with him too, but you stabilize yourself fast and you can’t help but grin as he resurfaces fast with a just as stunned face when you asked him to kiss you.

“we’re even now, maybank.”

navigation.

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[emilymaxximoff]

Souls Don't Meet on Accident; Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader; Part 3

CW: Language, Light Drinking, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, MDNI 18+

Description: Life sucks lately and your boyfriend Rafe Cameron has done some pretty messed up things. Despite this you still love him and will do anything to help him. As his life continues to crumble you prove that despite all the shit you have to go through, sometimes people are just meant to find each other.

Word Count: 2365

A/N: Listen....... I tried my best. I have never written smut before and it has been a hot second since I have written in general so please for the love of god take it easy on me. I also realized it has been 2 weeks since I posted the last part so this is long overdue. I do like a lot of this one though so it's definitely crucial to the story. If all else fails read like the last paragraph. I did not want to read the smut back so I did not edit this but at this point are we surprised at that lol. Ok that's enough. Love you guys! If you like it feel free to comment and reblog as well!

Part 1 Part 2

The warm light of the fire illuminated your face and you smiled at your friends. The warmth of the fire cut through the chill of the night and a light breeze blew across your face. It had been so long since things had felt this good. Everything just felt right. John B sat with his arm wrapped around Sarah and her head was nuzzled into his chest, trying to hide her cheesy smile at Pope's almost incoherent joke. Pope and Kie sat affectionately close and laughed at Sarah's desperate attempt to hold it together. JJ came up behind you with another beer and sat down next to you.

It was moments like these that made the world feel in balance again. there was nothing to worry about, no reason to be upset. It was true serenity to you.

"I'm surprised you made it." JJ said as he kicked his feet up on the extra logs for the fire.

"So happy to see you too J." you laughed, punching JJ lightly on the arm.

He laughed and responded, "Hey it's not that I'm not happy to see you but I'm surprised you were able to get away from that needy asshole."

"Not funny J." you glared.

"Sorry Y/N. I just can't fathom how he earned even a morsel of your affection. You're too good for him."

"Cut it out JJ. I know it's hard for you guys to understand. I can't explain it but I care about him so just shut up about it. Can we just have a good night? Please?"

You looked at JJ with pleading eyes and his expression immediately softened. JJ sighed and pushed his bleach blonde hair back out of his face.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt." he paused and took a swig of beer before looking back at you. "I really am trying to look out for you."

"I know J but you need to let it go."

"I will, eventually...... Why is Kie's leg draped over Pope's?"

You looked at him and grinned wide. You held back laughter as your friends tipsy actions revealed the secret crush they had on each other. JJ also tried to contain his laughter as he gave you wide eyes in confusion.

"Damn J. You're gonna be the only one alone. Looks like Mr. Player can't pull like he says."

"Oh shut the fuck up. I pull so many bitches and you know it."

You both erupted into laughter causing everyone to look at you. You looked at each other to try to calm down but it only made you laugh harder.

The rest of the night went smoothly as you all sat around the fire and drank beers. As the fire began to die down, running out of fire wood, you knew the peace and serenity of the night would soon come to an end. As you all began to walk up to John B's house you heard your phone go off.

Rafe: Hey baby when are you getting home tonight?

Y/N: I was gonna stay at John B's I'm a little tipsy so I didn't wanna risk driving.

Rafe: Can I come pick you up? I wanna see you tonight.

Y/N: Sure. Is everything ok?

Rafe: Yeah. Be there in 15.

You put your phone back in your pocket and ran to catch up with the group. You anxiously stared at the clock, counting down the minutes until Rafe would come to get you. So many thoughts raced in your mind as you prayed that Rafe was ok and his dad had not lashed out.

You heard the tires of Rafe's truck pull up on the rough gravel of the drive and you bolted out of your seat.

"What's the rush for Y/N?" Pope asked, giving you a confused look.

"Rafe wanted to pick me up so he's here I'm gonna go before he has to come in. I don't want issues." you quickly grabbed your bag off the table and turned to Sarah before you prepared to make a break for the door. "Are you going back to your house or staying here Sarah?"

"I'm staying here Y/N unless you need me. Is he ok?"

"I don't know but I'll be good by myself."

With that statement you ran out the door to go meet Rafe. Your anxiety melted away when you saw Rafe's beaming grin as he leaned against his truck. He started jogging towards you as he held out his arms for you to fall into. You picked your pace up into a jog and met him for a hug. He gently lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he swayed back and forth. He took one hand off your waist to pull your face into his, crashing his lips against yours.

You unwrapped your legs and Rafe gently set you back on the ground, still attaching his lips from yours. You tried to gently pull away but Rafe leaned forward and placed more kisses on your soft lips. You laughed and put your hand on his chest, looking up at him and smiling.

"Someone's in a good mood." you giggled. "I'm guessing that dinner went well."

"It went amazing. I really feel like I had it together and guess what my dad said." he beamed at you.

"What?"

"He said he was proud of me."

"Oh my god! Rafe that's amazing! I'm so happy for you." you said giving him another deep kiss.

Rafe turned and held your hand, leading you towards his truck. He opened the passenger door and helped boost you into the seat. Before he closed the door he turned back to you.

"Y/N, my dad told me you set this up. Thank you."

"Anytime, love."

You smiled back at him as he closed the door and jumped in on the driver side. He put his hand on your thigh and started back to the Cameron residence.

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The second you stepped out of Rafe's truck, his hands were all over you. Rafe slammed you against the door and crashed his lips in to yours, putting one hand against the car door next to you head and the other on your ass, giving it a rough squeeze. You moved your hands to grip the back of his neck and lace your fingers through his hair. He pushed you into the car harder and could feel is erection, pushing through his dress pants. You moaned quietly in his mouth as you felt his hard on push into the soft skin of your stomach.

"Why don't we take this inside baby? I don't want anyone to accidentally hear those pretty moans of yours. They're mine." Rafe said roughly against your lips.

You looked up at him and licked your lips, nodding your head. You could help but bite your lip has he dragged you towards the house. Thankfully you found no one on the way to Rafe's room and the moment the door was closed, you were both all over each other once again. Rafe lifted the hem of your shirt, urging for it to come off and you more than willingly obliged, lifting your arms for him to take it off before he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it off his shoulders. His lips moved down off your lips and onto your neck. He found your pulse and bit it gently before moving down to your breasts as he unclipped your bra and exposed you to him. He left light purple marks all the way down and his hands moved congruently down to unbutton your shorts.

Rafe's fingers slipped down inside your panties and used his middle finger to slip in between your folds. "So wet baby." he cursed.

You moaned louder than you intended to when he massaged your clit in circular motions before he slipped his long finger inside you.

"Mmh... Rafe." you sighed, basking in all the pleasure he caused with such little effort.

"Yeah, baby. Moan for me." Rafe whispered gruffly in your ear as he slipped a second finger in you and pumped them in and out of your cunt.

"Fuck...." you choked out. It was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you and he fucking knew it too but it was your turn to have an effect on him.

You grabbed Rafe's wrist, stopping his motions. He looked at you, confused but it was soon replaced with lust when he saw you looking up at him with your doe eyes. You removed his hand from your pants and brought it up to your mouth and sucked his finger clean of your wetness.

"Fuck Y/N. You're gonna make me cum in my pants." Rafe moaned.

You smiled and took his hand to lead him to his large bed so you could sit him on the edge. His eyes widened as he watched you fall to your knees in front of him and start to slowly unzip his pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the tent created by his hard cock and the thin material and you started to rub him through the thin material.

"Fuck Y/N, please." Rafe moaned loudly, reveling in the friction you caused but wishing there wasn't the material between your hand and his cock.

"Rafe baby, look at me." You said looking up with wide eyes as you bit your lip.

"What baby? What's wrong?" Rafe panted. He groaned when he saw how pretty you looked looking up at him.

"I'm so proud of you today. I also know you had a good day. Let me make it even better baby. Please?" You said giving him a seductive smirk.

"Fuck yes Y/N. Please, please, please." he whimpered.

You then freed his cock from the restricting material of his boxers and slid them off his hips and onto the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick springing up and touching his stomach. You spit on his length and rubbed your hand slowly over the tip before leaning down to put his balls in your mouth. You sucked on them and stroked him while he moaned praises. You licked a stripe up the underside of Rafe's dick and took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin.

Rafe grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and shoved himself to the back of your throat. "Good girl. Your little mouth takes me so good."

He helped you bob your head up and down his cock at a rapid pace. Your hands braced your hands on his strong thighs. You continued to look at him with your doe eyes even when tears formed in your eyes and fell down your face. Rafe looked down at your trembling face and you felt his dick twitch in your mouth before he pulled you off.

"I need in you baby. I need you to ride me till I come in you." Rafe said as he pulled you onto his lap.

You pulled him in for a kiss as you sat down on his lap, facing him and grinding on his hips. You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance before sinking down onto him. You groaned as he filled you up. You had fucked him so many times but every time his pure size left you in awe. When he bottomed out in you, you sat there adjusting to him and you panted into his neck, preparing yourself.

"You're so fucking tight, baby girl if you don't move soon I'm gonna move you myself." Rafe whispered in your ear and you started to bounce up and down on his dick.

You tried your best to keep a fast pace but you need Rafe's help to keep up. He really did have the stamina of a race horse. His nails dug into your back as he picked you up and slammed you back down. You could feel him deep in your stomach, repeatedly hitting your cervix. You could feel your release building and you brought your hand down to rub fast circles on your clit.

"Rafe I'm so fucking close please." you cried.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my dick."

With those sweet words you came and fell into Rafe's strong chest, hands clinging onto his biceps for any type of support. Rafe groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you came. This catapulted him into his own release, coating your insides in a thick white coating. Before slowly pulling out of you and looking at both your juices running down your thighs.

"I love you Rafe."

"I love you more Y/N." he said, smiling into your shoulder.

He helped you hobble to the bathroom and wash up. Before starting a shower for you both to take.

"Hey Y/N can you go grab some sweat pants for me for when we get out?" Rafe asked you sweetly.

"Only if I can steal my favorite shirt." you replied with a sly smile.

Rafe rolled his eyes and smiled at you "Fine only cause I love you. It's in the top left drawer."

You walked back in his room and grabbed a pair of black sweat pants for Rafe then went to the top left drawer to grab his dark green shirt you absolutely loved. It was soft and smelled like Rafe and fell to just the right place on your thighs. You rummaged through the drawer struggling to find it when you suddenly felt a new sensation your hand. You pulled a soft velvet box from the drawer. Your eyes were wide as you looked around before opening it, curious as to what it was. You gasped as you saw the most beautiful ring you had ever seen nestled in the box.

Everything was starting to come together. Everything Ward and Sarah said. The heirloom. The way Rafe was trying so hard to get his shit together.

"Y/N? What's taking so long?"

You turned around to see Rafe standing in the bathroom door way.

Shit.

#rafe fic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx x reader #rafe outer banks #obx fic #obx #rafe fanfiction #rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x you

[callsignfate]

Laswell x Chaotic Wife Pt. 4

( Hinting to 18 topics so Viewer discretion is advised. I also added some ghostsoap because I can. I also 100% believe Laswell is a top so I wrote that in as well. Enjoy)

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Laswell: Are you okay?

R/N: What do you mean?

Laswell: You haven't done anything today. I mean that in the way of your not hurt, bleeding, or injured in some way.

R/N: I'm sad.

Laswell: Oh- why?

R/N: I asked Ghost if he was okay and he said no!

Laswell: ... he's never okay.

R/N: No, but then I asked him if he'd want to sit and read with me so I made him tea and we sat and read for hours quietly.

Laswell: ...okay?

R/N: THEN HE SAID THANK YOU AND I APPRECIATE YOU.

Laswell: Oh.. I almost forgot about your daddy issues. C'mere love.

R/N: I wanna be his friend and appreciate him so hard!

Laswell *hugging R/N*: ... You do that.

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R/N: When you yell 'John', I notice Price always knows you mean him and not Soap...how?

Kate: Because Soap is Soap, you call him Soap.

R/N: I call him Soap because there is already another John.

Kate: Call him Johnny?

R/N: That's a reserved right I don't have.

Kate: Ghost calls him that..

R/N: Exactly. It's a privilege.

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R/N: Hey, Ghost.

Ghost: What?

R/N: Wanna hear a joke?

Ghost: Sure.

R/N: Why can't you play chess anymore?

Ghost: I don't know, why?

R/N: You don't have a queen.

Kate: Jesus-

Ghost: C'mhere you fuckin'-

R/N: KATE!

Kate: YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN!

R/N: IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Kate: THAT DOESN'T INCLUDE STUPIDITY

*Price sipping his tea as he watches Gaz and Ghost chase R/N for the joke*

Price: I need a vacation, I didn't want kids.

Kate: Suffer. You chose them.

Price: It's your wife starting this shit.

Kate: *Sigh* ..yea not my problem she's not at our house.

Price: KATE.

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R/N: Kate!

Kate: Oh fuck-

R/N slamming the door open so hard that it bounces back and slams back into R/N*

R/N:

*Kate trying to stifle a laugh*

Kate: Yes?

R/N: YOU WATCHED THE LAST SEASON WITHOUT ME?

Kate: I NEEDED SOMETHING TO WATCH WHILE I WAS AWAY

R/N: ..this is worse than divorce.

Kate: Oh my God.

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Ghost: I didn't sign up for this old man.

Price: Yea, well, I need Gaz for this.

Ghost: ..and Laswell?

Price: Sadly.

*Soap and R/N screaming Scotland forever while watching Outlander*

Ghost: ...Can't you watch them? I can go.

Price: You've got this.

*Ghost watches the door close as he looks back and watches R/N and Soap with a Sigh*

Ghost: After everything I've lived through.. and this is going to kill me..

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*Kate working peacefully on paperwork*

R/N: Hello!

Kate: What are you doing here?!

Kate's coworker who escorted R/N to her office.: Uh- sorry. She was questioned by the FBI for trying to build a bomb with someone named.. Soap?

R/N: Soap was teaching me, we only got caught because he Google where to get everything.

Kate: YOU WERE TRYING TO DO WHAT?!

R/N: ...Nothing?

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Kate: Why do you blush when I try to kiss you? We've been married for years.

R/N: That doesn't mean I can't still find you intimidatingly beautiful.

Kate: ...

R/N: I also struggle with intimacy.

Kate: There it is.

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Ghost: Open up dammit.

R/N: Soap maybe we should-

Soap: It started when my dad-

Ghost: NOT LIKE THAT.

R/N: Wanna compare daddy issues?

Kate: OPEN THE DOOR.

R/N: ...oh shit.

Soap: I'm not scared of laswell.

R/N: I am- she has handcuffs and rope.

Ghost: So do I Johnny.

Soap: We should open the door-

R/N: Yea..

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R/N: You look- uhm- sore.

Soap: Shouldn't have locked them out..

R/N: yea..

Soap: ...You look ..tired.

R/N: Shut up.

Soap: Could she- Is she-...

R/N: She can.. and she is..

Gaz: Look the two bottoms of the group.

Soap: 10 seconds to run?

R/N: I give him three.

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#kate laswell #cod laswell #kate laswell x reader #laswell cod #laswell #call of duty laswell #kate laswell x fem!reader #laswell mw2

[tainoidiot]

Rogues x Rogue!Reader headcanons

Maybe the reader was friends with them ( and also had a crush of course) when they were sane, and stuff happened and now they're a new rogue and met each other again at Arkham asylum!

I love how this took me forever to fucking post. (Also look I learned how to add color ooOoooOo)

Rogues x Rogue!reader finding eachother in Arkham.

Jervis Tetch

You used to work alongside him before he went.. mad.

You both were pretty close, friends even. Took lunches together, laughed at inside jokes, Hell it was a real Jim and Pam relationship!

Of course, you hadn't told your friend everything about your life. By day you were a secretly pining coworker of his, but as soon as you clocked out..? You turned to a life of crime.

It was thrilling! It was a revolt from society! (Because we do live in one) It was you having the time of your life. Still, you wished you could've told your friend.

When the news broke out about his crimes, you were only half shocked. The city does fucked shit to its citizens.

Time passed, you never really saw him. Besides a warning on the tv, that's about as close as you guys got... till the GCPD fucked your shit up.

Because of your latest stint, GCPD thought it'd be best to get you some help. Hoping to change your ways.. jk they sent your ass to the Arkham Asylum.

After finally getting settled in, you made your way to the common area. You were bored out of your mind, unsure how to deal with being here. Should you read? Color? Craft? Sit there and look pretty?

Last one sounds good. You took a seat, the lunch table seating wasn't too uncomfortable. It's not like you'd be here for a while anyway. Remembering this, you decided to take in the various characters of the Asylum. Killer Croc playing chess with the Riddler, Harley Quinn learning how to embroider her clothes, The Mad Hatter reading a-

Holy shit, it's him. Jervis!

"My my, look what the gcpd dragged in." You laughed, walking toward him. His eyes glance up, not recognizing you. "Please go away, I'm reading right now." He grumbled, turning a page. "Wow, I would've figured you'd be more excited to see your old coworker." You teased. Jervis placed the book down, looking at you fully now. He got up and laughed, holding you tight in his arms. "You're here! Oh my goodness.. wait how are you in here? You must tell me everything!" Jervis dragged you to sit on his lap, telling him about your adventures as gothams newest villain. With every time he looked at you, your heart grew more and more. You never wanted him to look at you any different again. Perhaps he'd like a sidekick?

Johnathan Crane

Your relationship with him was.. complicated.

University work was tough, but so were you. Him not so much. You often found him in his office squeezing the shit out of a stress ball.

Being that John was a nerd man of intelligence, you could only imagine how many migraines he got grading tests and preparing assignments for his students.

You made his life easier though, buying him lunch and talking about the students.

"I'm sorry, he asked what?" You laughed, almost spitting out your food. "He genuinely asked me why he couldn't pick up the specimen tube with TONGS. As in the utensil for grabbing salads!" His laugh was infectious, you had to admit it. You could listen to him for hours, God this crush was unbearable.

One night you were awoken to your phone buzzing, a call from Johnathan? This late? Nothing good happens after 2 am.. maybe you should leave it.

Besides, if it was so important he'd call again.. which he did.

The call consisted of breathy rambles which were kinda hot, to which you asked what was happening. "Listen. You probably won't hear from me again, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I hope we see eachother again." And then he hung up. No answers, and you were left with more questions.

You became a gotham Rogue, looking for your lost friend in any possible scenario. It wasn't till you saw a broadcast on TV about the Batman finally putting the Scarecrow in handcuffs, charting him off to Arkham. Horrible as it was, he was finally in one place. Time to get arrested!

Fairly quick, they scoop you up and shove you into a cell. That was easy, All you had to do was blow up an apartment complex. What? They're rich, they'll be fine! You take a quick look at the people around you in cells. Poison Ivy, some dude, Johnathan Crane WAIT-

Wow.. it's him. After all these years, he looks different. His hair is longer and unruly, and the dark circles under his eyes have gotten bigger. What a cutie. "Professor Crane!" You yell, hoping to get a laugh out of him. His eyes shot up, looked around, then saw you. Johnathans eyes got as wider than saucers, and you swore you saw his lip curl into a smile if only for a second. Did he miss you? Was he happy to see you? God, all you wanted was to run into him and hold him close. You'll have to wait for recreation time.

Edward Nygma

You had met him at a support group for individuals with trauma. No matter what it was, if you had to get it off your chest and couldn't afford a therapist you went there.

Was it the shit coffee? The stale donuts? The odd smell in the air you're pretty sure was from the carpets? You weren't really comfortable here.

It wasn't until you had a group activity had you actually said something to him. He was fiddling around with a pen and paper, nervously bouncing his leg.

You sat next to him, sipping your water as he wrote. Curious, you tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Sorry! Looks like you were deep in that.. whatever it is you're writing." For some reason, Ed didn't snap at you. He didn't tell you to leave, or fuck off. "It's a puzzle I'm designing."

As Ed explained the ins and outs of the puzzle, you couldn't help but notice how cute it was. You had never met a man so focused.

So you kept in touch with him. A text now and then, meeting up for dinner or lunches, a shoulder to cry on. You were there, it didn't bother you.

However, things changed after he had not texted or called after an entire week has passed. You were scared, so you rushed to his place as quickly as possible.

You slammed your fist onto the door, panicking as you could almost feel the echo it gave off. "Ed? It's me.. Please open the door, I'm worried!" No answer.

"Was it something I said..?" Just like that, you noticed a green glow coming from the door. That's odd.. you grabbed the doorknob and turned, surprised at how easily it opened for you.

From the walls to the floor were papers upon papers of different symbols and mechanical equations. "What the fuck?" You whispered, going further and further into the studio. The green glow, as it turns out, was a large neon sign in the shape of a question mark.

What Ed didn't realize was long before he changed career paths, as did you. So this entire change, though surprising, wasn't beyond you.

There's no telling where he was now, so maybe that chapter of your life closed.

Except that wasn't totally true. The cops thought you were a part of this, as your fingerprints had been found in the area. Dammit, into the Asylum you go..

A few days into your stay, you hear some commotion in the common area. Yelling, no, ARGUING. "I am the smartest man in this room! You fucking idiots wouldn't know what I'm trying to get through your thick skulls!" That voice..

Oh my God it's Edward. And he's changed. Once the crowd dies down, you hop over to his side and tap his shoulder. "I'm WORKING." Ed growled, looking at you as he prepares an insult. But he doesn't. His gaze softens "Its.. you?"

"Yeah.. can we talk?"

Harleen Quinzel

You and Harleen were the best of friends.

Inseparable, and that's the way you liked it.

All you wanted to do was spend time with her. Needless to say, you had a massive crush on her.

How could you tell her about your life of crime though? Would she understand? Would she pull away? It scared you, you didn't ever want to lose her.

However, your worst fear would come true in the form of a clown.

It wasn't long till she'd stop answering your texts, which broke your heart even further.

It was late. 2 A.M to be exact. You couldn't sleep due to the sirens, but you swore there were more than usual.

Nothing good happens after 2 AM. You should just go to bed and sleep it off.. okay a peek outside the window wouldn't hurt. As you stared out the window, you realized it was much more than sirens. It was so much worse. The Joker had invaded your neighborhood, and was doing his usual shit. What an amateur, smiley faces everywhere. We get it, you're a clown.. wait a second. Under the sirens and blaring weapons, you swore you heard a familiar voice. But it couldn't be, could it? You get your gear on and decide to investigate, sneaking around behind the shadows.

It's confirmed. Harleen, now going under the name Harley, was partnered up with the Joker.

And by partnered up, He was frenching her right then and there.

You held back hot tears as you tried to run, but alas, you're a known criminal in a crime scene.

Of course you're taken into custody and eventually thrown into the local Asylum.

While everyone is supposed to be asleep, you found a way to escape your cell and roam around. God this place is dilapidated, we really need more funding.

As you walked the cold empty halls, you could hear two things. Guards playing poker and.. was that sniffling? Crying? Hm.. wouldn't hurt to see who it was. Further investigation led you to a bright blonde wailing into a pillow, occasionally snotting up her tissues. Poor thing. "Psst, hey." You whispered, the blonde stopping to wipe her eyes and look around. "Over here." You replied, waving at her.

The blonde gasps, as do you. She's covered in bruises and cuts, most looking man-made. "Oh my god.. You're here." She cried. Wait a second.. "Harley? Holy shit what happened to you?" You asked, attempting to break the lock as quietly as possible to comfort her. Harley just shrugs, not sure how to answer "Oh you know.. Puddin' got a little mad one day." She attempted to get out, but this just made her cry harder.

After successfully breaking in, you rush to her side. Holding her close and wiping tears away. "Hey its okay.. I got you now. You're safe.." you whispered into her ear.

Pamela Isley

Ah, STEM classes. The ones that tests a students will to live, with the right professor of course.

Why anyone takes this major is beyond me, but hey you didn't mind. The exams were awful, but you had a friend at least.

Pamela Isley. Pammy. Always has her nose in a flower and her head in an equation. A brilliant woman. God you adored this woman.

Pam was quiet, sure. But when she was with you she want on and on about everything.

"You know, when I'm with you.. it's like I can tell you anything." Pam told you as you both sat next to eachother in the campus rec room. You blushed, taking her hand as you smiled. "I feel the same way." You both came to an understanding. But you hadn't told her everything, like what you did after 7 pm.

After she had told you she would be meeting with a professor on who knows what, you just brushed it off as help with a certain question or maybe an upcoming assignment. But afterward, she stopped texting. Completely. You were upset, sure. But if something happened to her? You could never forgive yourself.

You were getting ready for your night on the town, when you noticed something odd growing on your windowsill. Is that.. a Lily? You gently take the petals into your hand, it reminded you of your old.. ahem.. friend.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." You heard from behind you, causing you to jump and turn in fear. The voice came from a young woman, smiling at you with admiration and a bit of fear. "Oh, what? Don't you recognize your old friend?" She cooed into your ear.

"Pam?" You whispered, taking her hand. Before she could get a reply in, GCPD bust down your door and arrest you both on the spot. Apparently just before, Pam had murdered a local businessman because of the harm his buildings construction did to the native plant life in the city.

"How long have you been in crime?" She asked you, sitting across from you in the dining hall.

"I could ask the same for you, Ivy." You teased, taking her hand.

#gotham rogues #batman #jervis tetch #edward nygma #headcanon #johnathan crane #jervis tetch x reader #johnathan crane x reader #edward nygma x reader #harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #pamela isley #poison ivy

[sarahs-secrets2]

Hours in Silence (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader) 18+࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

This was purely inspired by like half of a Drake song LOL, I wanted to originally do this for Graves but felt too similar to my first series so I thought I would try my hand with Ghost!! (Yes I'm writing a Ghost drabble to a Drake song, trust me I know how corny it is LMFAO, I am insane, let me live thank you)

Also, this is my first time writing for Ghost pls don't judge LOL

Based on the first bit of Hours in Silence

gn! (I use the word “heat” once) (no use of Y/N), mentions of a Dear John letter (if you don't know it's a letter usually sent to military members when the s/o wants to break up)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: some NSFW, light smut, slight OOC (don't kill me pls), cursing, pet names (if I forgot something pls lmk)

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Leave your phone, come to mine You'll catch a hand in due time I think, think that I Could fuck the idea of him outta your mind You said he rap, he ain't signed, that ain't a good sign Change your mind, good conversation and some rosé wine Unless there's some other things you gotta mind You're my baby, ayy, ayy The smoke got me talkin' in Dutch A pill in Ibiza, so what? She leanin' on me, I'm her crutch She creamin' on me, I'm her crush

Distracted was putting it lightly. Your mind was racing, and it wasn't because of the mission. You sat on some far enough away hill covered by trees gazing through a sniper scope. Your mind kept going back to the Dear John letter you had received before packing up to stake out some warehouse.

You hadn't told anyone on 141, it didn't seem too important at the time, but now alone waiting for a signal your mind wandered to the letter. 

“I’m sorry but we’re done,”  

It’s all you needed to read to get the message. It was shit. What a waste of time you thought to yourself. 

“You there, hello? Is there any movement?” the low voice cut through your thoughts

“No movement yet L.T.”, fuck you weren't even paying attention. 

“I need you focused up there Sergeant, don’t go falling asleep on me”, Ghost was stern but thoughtful, he could tell he was losing you up there.

You and Ghost had somewhat of a complicated relationship. You jokingly flirted with him to get him nervous and he always deflected trying to maintain focus on the mission at hand. You both equally got under each other's skin.  

Ghost, prior to the Dear John, was aware of your relationship, which he respected. He never pushed, hence the ignoring of your attempted flirting. Somewhere down the line, he hinted at how the “jokes” of flirting became very real. He wasn't sure if this was something he had made up in his head and he was feeling a certain way towards you. 

Your mind immediately went back to your shitty Dear John, as you were readjusting your position hoping to catch a better view. 

“Sarge, why do I see movement but you’re not calling it”, you were caught now, no excuse would cover this up. 

“Sorry, L.T. my view wasn't clear I was adjusting”

“Come down, I'm sending a different sniper up, I can’t trust you in this state of mind”

That one stung. It wasn't your fault… maybe it was. You should've told him about the letter, it could've explained everything but you didn't want to be seen as weak. With a heavily bruised ego, you packed up and swapped places with some rookie who shot you a sympathetic look.  

Ghost sent you back to the base, it was bad. Usually, you would stick around and finish the mission but you could tell Ghost didn't want you anywhere near it tonight. Throwing the door to your room open you slammed your bag on the bed, cursing under your breath.

Stripping from the uniform, you changed into shorts and some random t-shirt, you just needed a break after a shitty night. Closing the dresser drawers, a knock on the door caused you to jump. 

“Who is it?” you knew it was Ghost, you knew you were in trouble, easier to play dumb though.

“Open up,” always to the point Ghost was.

Your bare feet padded over to the door slowly opening it, as Ghost used his body to push the rest of it open. 

“What the fuck was tonight?” 

“I don't know”, you felt like you were a shell of yourself, his tone was unsettling. He had every right to be upset but the weight of everything was a bit too heavy for you to attempt to explain. 

“You know”, he read you too well, Ghost’s eyes started searching your room for a sign of why you were so out of it. He landed on the nightstand with the torn envelope and letter sitting where you had left them before the mission. 

“What’s this”, he was walking towards the letter.

“It’s nothing, stop”, attempting to block his path to the letter, which failed as he pushed past you. The height difference was working in his favor yet again. 

Ghost picked up the Dear John, you watched as his eyes scanned the paper. He was reading more of it than you had. 

“Ghost, put it down please”, basically pleading with him at this point. 

“You should've told me”, despite having his mask on, you could see the shift in his eyes. 

“Yeah I know, I didn't want to be a burden though”, it felt awkward to be discussing your breakup with your Lieutenant, it was uncharted territory for the both of you. 

“This was a distraction tonight, I can’t have that with soldiers in the field, understood?”

“Yes sir, it won't happen again, I’m sorry again”, apologies spilling out, it was embarrassing. 

“Dear John’s are shit”, he tossed the letter down, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tell me about it, ha”, you tried to laugh it off as you sat on the bed looking up at Ghost as he sauntered towards you. The air was heavy and something had shifted between the two of you. 

“You know, if you ever need a distraction when we aren't on the field I can help you with that”, Ghost looked down at you on the bed. 

“Ghost…”

“Call me Simon, please”, your breath hitched when he said this. 

“Simon, what are you talking about”,

He bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’m saying, I think that I could fuck the idea of him outta your mind”,

You freeze becoming hyper-aware of what was happening, a cough escapes your lips as you try to catch your breath. 

“I need you focused Sergeant”, 

“ I don't know”, you were struggling to grasp the concept being presented to you. 

“I’ll be your crutch, lean on me it's okay”, as he said this, his hands grabbed yours pulling you up off the bed, and close to him. You felt wobbly as you placed your hands on his chest to find some balance. 

“Go ahead”, he was motioning to his cloth skeleton mask that covered his face. Your hands slowly crept toward his face, stopping at the base of his neck. You rolled the mask in between your fingers debating on what your next move was. 

“It’s alright, I'll tell you when”, Simon encouraged you as you slowly pulled in up, “That's enough, right there”, he had you stop it just so his jaw and lips were exposed.

Simon leans forward pulling you into him, a slight gasp separates your lips as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing back feverishly. 

Still connected, Ghost pushed you slowly back onto the bed, as he hovered over top of you. 

“Still distracted?” It was a taunting question.

“Hard to say Lieutenant”, Ghost took this as a challenge as he slipped off your shorts leaving you in just underwear. Immediately you pulled him back into a kiss as he pushed his clothed cock up against your heat. 

As you both continued, a pair of footsteps was heard in the hallway, causing you to jump up. 

“You have to go”, the idea of someone catching you and Ghost was tempting but not worth the repercussions. 

Simon connected his lips to your neck as he mumbled into you, “So soon? My love we are just getting started”.

“We can’t risk getting caught Simon, think about it please”, you were hoping he would catch the hint that you weren't done with him. You were up out of the bed searching for your shorts which had been tossed across the room. 

“I see, well whenever you're ready to pick this up, come to mine”, Ghost, now out of the bed, was adjusting his hard-on. You gave a small wave as he sauntered out of the room, wondering if what had happened was even real. 

You walked towards the nightstand picking it up the Dear John and tossing it in the trash, you had found yourself a new distraction.

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Eep writing for Ghost as a Graves girly is hard! Hope yall enjoyed!

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #Spotify

[ellaenchanting]

Hypnovember 2023 Day 2: Brain Drain

I have committed Our Flag Means Death fanfiction! I am so sorry. Stede/Ed, Ed/Izzy, somehow happy poly and happy metamours making a lovely vee. Takes place in some AU season 2 where the last arc of the season never happened. Izzy is living his best happy masochist life.

Author knows fuck all about ships.

Izzy had gotten much more comfortable spending time with his shipmates since the Calypso's birthday incident.

There was nothing like a round of torture to bring a crew together, he thought.

Tonight the whole group had gathered in the galley under the ship, laughing and chatting long past when they usually went into their quarters for the evening. The sea had been calm that day and the mood was social. Everyone seemed quite relaxed.

Only two members were missing.

Oluwande looked up from his cuddle pile with Jim and Archie. He seemed to have read Izzy's mind. "Hey," he called out to the gathered group, "Has anyone seen the captains this evening?"

"No!" a few people responded.

"Thank God," snarked Black Pete. "Blackbeard...well Ed has been freaking me out. Yelled at me earlier about trimming the sails and you KNOW I keep them the trimmest, babe," he said to his partner Lucius.

"Yeah, he snarled at me when I told him 'hello' earlier," said Archie. "Like this!" She contorted her face into a frankly over-the-top grimace. "Made me nearly jump out of my skin. I may have heard him yell at some seagulls too? Or dolphins?"

Roach looked worried. "Neither captain has come down for dinner, yet," he said.

"Perhaps they are...occupied in the captain's quarters," speculated Izzy.

"Oh? Feeling left out, are you?" joked Frenchie, the little shit. Izzy tactfully ignored him.

Roach replied, still concerned. "Captain Stede will usually come down and request provisions in advance if they're having a long night alone," said Roach. "Thinks he's being sneaky, says they need extra energy 'for planning raids.'"

"My room is below theirs. Trust me, they've not been buggering today," piped up Wee John. "Unless they've learned to be much more quiet about it."

"Maybe they've gotten into a spat and someone's gotten pushed off the ship," spat Lucius. "That'll happen with him, you know."

"OK, that's enough," said Izzy, trying to regain control over the situation as everyone began to talk at once. "You're like gossipy fishwives, all of you. I'll go check on the captains. Make sure Bonnet's not running the ship into a cliff or something."

Izzy climbed up the stairs and started to look around the ship. Ed and Stede weren't in the captain's quarters (being quiet for once). There was no sign of them on the deck. He even craned his neck up to the bird's nest and checked. No captains there.

He finally spotted them at the back of the ship- on a little bit of the stern mostly hidden from view. They were both sitting facing out at the ocean. From a distance, Izzy could see Stede's arm was bent around Ed's shoulder, his hand occasionally reaching up to rock Ed's drooped head into slow, almost imperceptible little circles. Aside from the rocking, Ed's body was remarkably still. It was a huge change from the tense, coiled menace that Ed's frame had carried earlier in the day. Now, he looked almost like a puppet with his strings cut, only responding to Stede's guidance. His arms rested gently besides his legs, lax and pliant.

Izzy could hear Bonnett speaking in a low, soothing voice near Ed's ear but he was too far to make out any words.

Ed had mentioned mesmerism to Izzy before. It was one of the many upperclass daliances that Bonnet had introduced him to- one of those many trifling hobbies that Izzy would never begin to understand the appeal of. Izzy even knew that Bonnet had used his skills on Ed previously. His captain confided that Bonnett's fancy mesmerism routine had helped him find quiet during his not-infrequent emotional storms, that it evened out his seemingly uncontrollable highs and lows. In Izzy's mind, he had pictured the whole thing looking quite comical- Bonnett with wiggly fingers staring daggers into Ed's eyes (maybe with rays), Edward swooning and fainting away in response like a lady whose corset was too tight.

This was quieter than what he had pictured. Gentle. Intimate, even. As he looked over at the scene, he had the sudden feeling that perhaps he shouldn't intrude.

He began to walk away when Stede turned his head and look directly at him. Izzy froze for a moment, unsure what to do. Stede quietly waved him over to where the couple was sitting.

As Izzy approached, he began to get a closer look at Ed's face. His eyes were closed and his face relaxed. His chest slowly rose and fell with each breath. As he come closer, he noticed Ed's eyes were making little flickers underneath his eyelids like he was dreaming.

Izzy wondered what dreams were happening below those lids.

Ed's brows furrowed a bit as Izzy came closer, picking up the noise.

Stede stroked a reassuring hand through his hair. He spoke in his ear, this time loud enough so Izzy could hear: "Shhhhhhh sweetness. It's OK. Relax. You're not in charge right now, remember? Just rest."

Ed's expression immediately cleared. He let held breath with a sigh.

"Izzy's here," Stede continued. "He and I are going to have a chat for a bit. But you don't have to pay attention to that right now, ok? Just drift. Why don't you see how deep you can count yourself down for me while we talk? I'll be right here. I'll touch your leg when it's time for you to listen to me again, ok?"

Ed gave a slight, dreamy nod. His lips barely moved as he began to count silently.

Seemingly satisfied, Stede gestured for Izzy to sit and moved over closer to him.

Izzy sat down, still staring at Ed's lax face. Somehow that by itself was just fascinating. Ed seemed so vulnerable and bare right now. Izzy wasn't sure if he should feel honored or spooked.

"He had a bad day," Stede said gently, nodding over to their entranced boyfriend. "You know how he gets. He needed out of his head for a bit."

Izzy DID understand how Ed got- probably more than his dandyish captain ever would. Hopefully more that Stede ever would, he corrected himself. Ed had certainly told his other boyfriend at least a bit about the hurricane that had been his and Izzy's relationship in the past. When times were bad, they had only known how to take their energy out on each other. They bit and snarled and scratched at one another just to drown out all the noise inside. Izzy had always assumed Ed had NEEDED all of that- needed to hurt and make Izzy suffer the same way that Izzy needed to hurt and suffer for him. That's how they worked. That's who they were together.

Since arriving on the Revenge, though, Izzy had seen more and more of the hidden soft side of Blackbeard. The side that enjoyed fancy clothes and fine foods. The side that kissed Stede's cheek sweetly when he didn't think anyone else was looking. The side that, even now, sat loose and drifting and unguarded while his two boyfriends stayed by him and had a chat.

"Can he hear us?" Izzy asked Stede, curiously.

Stede smiled. "He can hear us, he's just..focused elsewhere right now. Mesmerism's not a magic spell, it's more like- a nice version of where Ed's brain goes when he's navigating. Or how he is when he's trying to sniff out a storm."

Izzy was familiar with his captain's tendency to tune everything out while trying to read the sea. He pictured the absolute, unshakeable concentration of his focused gaze. "Only with nice, clear skies?"

Stede nodded. "Only with nice clear skies." He looked fondly at Ed's dreaming face. "No rain. Nothing to worry about right now." He had dropped into a lighter, dreamy tone- and for a moment, Izzy wasn't sure if he was still speaking to Ed or Izzy or even somehow mesmerizing himself.

Izzy had seen many things in his travels. He once heard a street charlatan talk about mesmerism- saying mesmerism somehow balanced out a person's magnetic forces (y'know- whatever magnetic forces were). He wasn't one for all of Stede's little tricks but- he did understand about needing balance.

Izzy had initially misunderstood Ed's relationship to Stede. He worried that the gentleman pirate would make Ed weak. That he would seduce him away. That he would try to turn the great Blackbeard into one of Stede's fancy little gentleman friends. Izzy had been terrified there would be nothing left of the Ed that he loved after Stede was through.

But Ed was still Izzy's Ed, even now. He could still fight and outwit and outmaneuver anyone else on the sea. He would still protect his crew with all the fierceness of his notorious reputation. He and Izzy could still lose themselves in each other- in their old married couple bickering, in their fighting and fucking, in their indulgences of Ed's sadism and Izzy's corresponding masochism. It just- felt more controlled now. Izzy no longer wondered if Ed actually hated him or if he was just looking for someone convenient to break. He no longer worried that Blackbeard would maim him so badly that he couldn't look after the crew. Even when Ed hurt him now- and he WOULD still hurt him, Stede didn't magic that part away- Izzy was always rewarded with a kiss and some praise afterwards. "That's so good, Izzy. You did so well for me," he would say. Edward seemed so much stronger in these moments now- able to control his own fierceness and use it as a weapon- but also to hold Izzy as he fell apart for him.

Izzy looked over at Ed's quiet countenance- so different than before. It was otherworldy seeing him this serene and distant. He had a sudden desire to protect this version of Ed- Stede's gentle Ed. To keep him safe. A mad, possessive impulse made it to Izzy's mouth before he could stop it.

"Can I touch him?" he asked. "Like this?"

Stede looked surprised. "By touch, do you mean....?"

"His face, Bonnet" Izzy replied, snarkily. "Or his hand or something. His hair. Not going to wank him off on the deck, now am I?"

Stede bit back a laugh. He leaned over to gently touch Ed's leg.

Ed reacted with an almost imperceptible startle before gently settling- serene like the moon going back behind a cloud.

"Shhh- that's OK, love, you can stay relaxed. Good," Stede soothed. "Izzy was wondering if he could touch you while you're in trance. Would that be OK?"

Ed took a moment to respond, as though the words were reaching him from a great distance. Then he nodded his assent.

Stede smiled back at Izzy, reassuringly. Izzy took a breath- then reached over to slowly stroke Ed's hair.

His fearsome Blackbeard smiled in return to the gesture- giving a happy little murmur. He slightly leaned his head in. Just like an affectionate kitten, Izzy thought.

"Good," soothed Bonnet at Ed. "I bet that feels nice."

Izzy grinned too, feeling oddly proud to be trusted with this quiet moment. He and Ed had never been conventional. Maybe it was OK that Ed and Stede weren't either. Maybe it was ok that their relationships were so different- that they saw such different aspects of the same person.

Maybe it was all ok.

Maybe it all balanced.

They sat quietly for a long moment on the deck, letting the peace of the atmosphere soothe them.

Gradually Stede stirred. "Izzy- I forgot to ask: Did the men send you? Were they looking for us?"

"There's no emergency, they were just curious where you were," replied Izzy.

Stede nodded. "We should probably get back, then. Or at least get off deck. Love," he said, moving his voice back into that hypnotic tone. He touched Ed's leg to refocus him. "Are you ready to come up out of trance for me?"

Ed took a deep breath and nodded.

"Good, I'll count to 5 then. It's just to guide you- I know you know how to come up at your own pace. Bring back any of this peace and calm that you want with you, ok?"

Stede started counting- his voice slowly gaining energy as he reminded Ed to connect back with his body and helped him reorient to the ship. It all didn't seem particularly magical to Izzy- but then again he rarely tried to understand Bonnet's ways anyway. Ed finally blinked his eyes open when Stede reached 5.

He blinked a few more times, adjusting. Then, his gaze lost it's bleariness as he looked adoringly up at Stede.

"Hi, there," said Stede, smiling gently. "Back with us, love?"

"Mmmmph mostly," said Ed, scritching his beard and stretching to rouse himself. He looked over at Izzy as though reminding himself he was there and smiled. "Heya, Izz!" Ed leaned up to kiss him.

Izzy grinned into their kiss. "Heya, Captain. Didn't want to interrupt your little daydream session. Crew was just looking for you."

"Ah, we missed dinner!" exclaimed Stede. "I should have asked Roach for..."

"Provisions for planning raids, I heard," smirked Izzy. "Yes, we're all very snowed by your clever euphemisms."

"Fuck provisions, I could eat a horse," said Ed. He practically bounced up and put an arm around both of his boyfriends. "C'mon, let's get some grub!"

Helpless to his whims as always, both of his partners joyfully followed him to dinner.

Fanfic is new to me so would love some thoughts! Also this is unbeta'd so will love you forever if you would point out spelling/grammar mistakes or if there's unclear writing. I'm considering posting this to AO3 but- don't want to embarrass myself in front of the REAL fanfic writers, you know? Feedback welcomed!

Tagging @mentat101posts and @thekinkycocktailclub .If you want to be tagged in these, just lmk!

Tagging @darthkyra @linnybeenaughty @pearlqueensposts @thiskenisftm @deeperforme because they wanted OFMD hypnokink and I blame/thank you for the inspiration to actually get this down!

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #fanfiction? #Our Flag means death #Gentlebeard #Compersion #hypnosis is romantic #because I say so

[googoobabajogwick]

A John Thanksgiving.

Words: 3176

John Wick x sibling! reader

Summary: Helen really wants John to invite some family over for Thanksgiving dinner with her family. Hard part is John doesn’t have any family, but he does have you and that’s the closest thing he’s got.

Warnings: weed smoking lol

John and Helen had been married for two years now. He had never been happier. Everything felt so perfect, so normal, so domestic. His wife knew little about his life before her but she still knew he was an ex assassin. It had taken a while for him to tell her but how could he not when they were planning their wedding.

Helen took it much better than expected, though she was mad he waited six months before the wedding. Her family, they were very judgemental. No matter how hard he tried John didn’t feel like he could be good enough in their eyes. He didn’t really care but family was important for her so he tried.

Thanksgiving was coming up and this year the two of them decided to host again. Last year, her family had made remarks on the lack of family on John’s side but he shut them down by saying they were busy. That was a lie. He didn’t have any family, not any he’d like them to meet at least. Yet Helen had asked once more,

“Are you sure? No friends or family you’d want to invite over?” She was careful with her words, John was a solitary man but he thought for her.

“I suppose there may be two people I could invite..” he scratched at his beard.

The way her eyes lit up made his heart soar. There was no way he could get out of this one.

That led him to where he was now. Old ass notebook with numbers important to him in it laid on his worktable. He hadn’t needed it since he retired but some people were in it he thought he’d ask. Those two people were you and Marcus. His two ‘best friends’ as Helen had put it after he explained your relationship.

Marcus was John’s first choice as he had met Helen at their wedding. He’d said yes the minute the words left the ex assassins mouth. A thanksgiving dinner at the wicks house? Now that was just too hard to pass up. The sniper asked his friend if he planned to invite anyone else and when he tossed the idea of inviting you, Marcus busted out with laughter.

“That’s a great idea!”

So here he was, dialing your number on his old rotary phone. It rang and rang to the point he thought you weren’t going to answer. He did feel a bit disappointed, it would be nice to see you and Helen would love to meet you again. Right as he was going to hang up when he heard you answer.

“Oh my God am I dreaming? Fuck you asshole! It’s been so long you haven’t called in months!” You shouted over the phone though he knew you were playing.

“Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy.” He grimaced over the phone, “I, uh, Helen wanted me to ask if you’d like to come to our thanksgiving dinner this year.”

John could hear you as you shuffled around on the phone and then the sound of papers being flipped. He rolled his eyes. You weren’t doing anything, he knew it. His foot tapped as you made him more and more impatient. He knew if you could see him you’d have a shit eating grin on your face.

“Hmmmmmmm.” You exaggerated,” I guess I could come. A little upset that it’s Helen who wants me to come and not even my own big brother though.”

The two of you weren’t brother and sister. He was starting to regret asking you. You were ten years younger than him, a baby found outside in the alleyway. People always made jokes that you two were like siblings and it was true. You teased him like crazy and he kept you out of trouble. When you were ten and he was twenty you’d bug him like an annoying little sister.

John’s punishments when he’d mess up or do something that pissed off The Director, were to help the younger kids learn to fight and shoot guns. You of course were a part of that group and although you annoyed the shit out of him, he was always softer with you. Even when you were fifteen and bit his leg.

“Please be normal. Her family doesn’t know, they are a bit-“ Pretentious, egotistical, snobby, stupid fucking assholes, “Judgy?” He was trying to be nice.

“HA! Me? Not normal, yeah right. See you on turkey day Johnny!”

You hung up and John stood there for a moment. This was a big mistake. Any other day he wouldn’t care. If it was a normal dinner that would be fine but he was really starting to think of the consequences of inviting you to a holiday dinner with Helen’s family. He took a deep breath.

Shit.

Helen, of course, was ecstatic to hear you were coming. You’d met her once and it was at their wedding. She thought you were hilarious and fun but her favorite part was when you’d share stupid stories about her husband. It was nice to hear about his youth as he was very private, only sharing what he thought was necessary.

She herself wished her family wasn’t so rude but she had hope that they would soften up someday. The long haired woman was hard at work in the kitchen with John as her helper. He was a very sweet husband who demanded she let him help. If she asked he would do it all himself. He kissed her cheek as he moved to get the turkey out of the oven.

Marcus was the first one to show up and was leaning against the kitchen island with a glass of wine in his hand. People were starting to arrive. John was thankful his mentor was good with people, already charming multiple of Helen’s female relatives. Everyone was intrigued by him, their in-laws' mysterious friend..

Then he heard it. John and Marcus locked eyes with each other. His friend smirked as your booming bass approached his home. Helen looked up wondering what that noise was but based on her husband’s face she knew exactly who it was. He should have invited Jimmy.

Before he knew it you were letting yourself in. Dressed in a sports jersey, sweatpants and a huge oversized zip up hoodie you called out for him.

“Hello! Jonathan, I'm here the party can officially start!” You belted out while shutting the door behind you.

When you turned to greet him you saw everyone staring at you. They were dressed in suits and dresses. Your mouth was agape. You were always super expressive and sometimes it got you in trouble. About to ask if you were in the wrong house John and Helen ran to greet you.

She was shocked as you grabbed her shoulders and left two big kisses on both cheeks. Then you hugged John hello while also scolding him for not telling you there was a specific attire, not that you cared. They introduced you to everyone before you found Marcus. He looked dashing as ever and you told him so.

Things were going very well so far. Helen’s family questioned you about your profession, finding it very odd when you told them you were a doctor. They believed a doctor would hold themselves to higher standards but you just laughed it off because you were the best of the best.

You didn’t get to see much of John as he was busy following his wife around, hosting the holiday. Your elbow hit Marcus’s arm. He looked at you and chuckled knowing exactly what you were hinting at. Your old friend looked so uncomfortable, not that anyone but you and the man next to you could tell. He leaned down so you could hear him.

“Like a lost puppy, look at him..” He shook his head and smirked.

“I want to say it’s sickening but, I actually find it pretty endearing. She’s a very nice woman.” You watched them.

“That she is, sweet too.” He agreed.

The two of you continued to catch up until the socializing became too much. You excused yourself and went out back to smoke. There would be no way you’d get through this without it. Although you hadn’t ever been to their house you made yourself at home. The cool breeze was welcoming compared to the stuffiness inside. You pulled the pre rolled joint out of your pocket and right as you were about to light it you heard someone clear their throat.

It was Helen. You felt a bit bad because you did pull out drugs on her property but she surprised you by sitting down across from you. She seemed a bit stressed but still smiled at you. You almost had the wind knocked out of you when she asked if you would share. In a way you felt guilty like you were a bad influence on the good kid but she was older than you and you were always told to respect your elders.

You lit the joint, taking the first hit and then handed it to her. She took a small hit and started coughing. You handed her your water and she took a sip before laughing. Your hand brought the joint up to your lip to take another inhale. This was top of the line shit, you hoped she would know that. The warm fuzzy feeling started to settle in your mind and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“God, I haven’t smoked in years!” She sounded excited.

The two of you spent the next few minutes in silence just passing the rolled joint back and forth. Half way through it though you started talking. Like weed tended to do, you talked about life and all that jazz until the topic of John came up. She told you she was so happy you came and that she knows he’s happy as well.

You were surprised he hadn’t followed her out here. Helen explained to you that as much as she loved her family she hated that they were so rude about her husband to him himself and her. Next year they wouldn’t host, she had enough of all the tension and how everyone getting along was all fake. You agreed with her and finished the joint.

“Tell me something about him that no one else knows.” She giggled behind her hand.

Helen felt like a teenage girl gossiping about her crush but she had to ask. You brought your finger up to rub at your chin as you thought. What’s something you could say that would shock her or embarrass John. You thought long and hard before the lightbulb went off in your head.

“John can dance. Specifically ballet.”

“No way.”

“Yeah way, he had to wear a tutu!”

“No I didn’t.” You jumped at the sound of his voice.

Damn how quiet he could be.

“I invite you to my house and you get my wife high?” John questions.

“You want some? I have another.” You went to pull it out but he put his hand out to let you know he was okay.

“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy John.” She chastised him and you almost spit your drink out.

“Yeah John.”

“I came out here to tell you the food is almost ready, not to be ganged up on.”

The two of you laughed before Helen got up to go back inside saying she should probably go inside. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into the house. You giggled while lighting up the second joint and he continued to stare at her.

“Did she just call you a fuddy-duddy?”

“Yes. Why what would you have said? Actually-“

“Lame, loser, boring…”

“-I don’t want to hear it.” You snickered and kept hitting the joint.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he let out a sigh. John needed the fresh air, though it might not be so fresh with you here smoking but it was better than in the house. He thanked you for coming and you reminded him that you were always only a phone call away, to which he responded that he knew.

It was nice seeing you, John thought to himself. For how annoying and crazy you could be, he’s glad he did it, and that Helen had pushed him too. He forgot how well you two got along even if he’d only seen you interact once. Meanwhile you were smacked. Maybe you shouldn’t have had that second one. You seemed to overdo it a lot.

Something about the way John was looking at you made you start giggling. When he gave you a confused look you just laughed harder. You were almost laying on the chair as you cackled. It was definitely the weed but you couldn’t breathe from how hard you were laughing. You flicked the roach at him but he dodged it.

“What are you laughing at?” His deadpanned voice made you laugh even harder, which seemed impossible.

“You. Man you’re making me laugh, go back inside! Your lover awaits you!”

John realized he wasn’t going to get anything of substance out of the conversation and got up to leave but not without a small chuckle. You were always so weird but you were still right. He knew Helen was waiting for him and that food was ready by now. You were still laughing as your friend told you to come in for food.

“Give me a minute!” You shooed him away.

*

The air in the house felt almost hot as it greeted you when you came inside. Everyone was sitting at the table staring at you as you made your way to your seat next to Marcus. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow. Jeez, Helen wasn’t joking. Her family did seem judgemental.

“And where were you?” One of the family members asked.

“I went for a walk.” Is all you said even if you wanted to jump over the table and strangle them.

“Smells like it…” Marcus snorted into his glass.

You gave him a light smack and started to fill your plate. The talk of people filled the table but all you could focus on was how good the food was. God damn, Helen was an amazing cook, you don’t think you’ve ever eaten something so good. You thought about how to everyone else you looked more like a hungry dog

devouring your food but you didn’t care.

When you looked up you were correct. Everyone was staring at you. Some in disgust, some in awe and some in confusion. If you looked closer you’d probably see John’s temple twitch at your actions. With slow movements you kept your eye on everyone while still shoving food into your mouth. Helen hid her smile behind her hand.

“What?” You asked with a mouth full of food.

“You say you’re a doctor?” One of the men asked.

You took a big sip of your wine, your mouth was starting to feel dry.

“Yup. One of the best, actually.” Pride, that’s what you felt.

“That’s hard to believe…”

You don’t know who said it but John noticed the way you gripped your knife in your hand. This needed to end now or you’d end it in ways he didn’t want to think about at a nice Thanksgiving dinner with his wife. You stared at the man, almost snarling at him.

“Well, believe what you want but I’ll let you know that I’ve been watching you all night. The way you move your arm I can tell your shoulder hurts you. Is it a torn rotator cuff? I’m willing to bet money on it. Also that your doctor sucks.” Your grip on the knife tightened at the idea of a good time.

“Why you little-“

“Okay! Okay! Let’s just eat. The food is great, let's just focus on the food.” John’s worried voice filled your ears.

The statement was directed more at you, not Helen’s family member. With a slight grumble you let go of the chokehold on your knife and began eating again. Just like that, the whole conversation never happened as you went back into your dream of amazing, sweet and savory food.

*

The night had ended and almost everyone had left. Marcus left right after dinner saying he had something to attend to. It was just you, John and Helen, and also her parents. You were laying on their couch before you realized that you should get going as well. Your bed was calling your name.

As you were getting ready her mother and father walked up to you. You were putting your coat on. Your face did not hide your confusion as to why they were approaching you. Was it because you threatened their nephew at dinner? Not your fault the man had to challenge your skills.

“So, you and John? You’re siblings?” The mom asked.

“Yes, he’s my big brother. He was in charge of me when we were younger.” You smiled.

“In charge?” The father trailed off.

John could feel your schemes in his bones and found you just in time to hear the conversation.

“No blood relation. She’s adopted.” Leave it to John to ruin everything.

“Um you were too! We had a very big family! That was poor.” John just whacked you upside the head when they looked away.

You rubbed the sore spot while grumbling. Asshole.

The parents looked at John and smiled at him and he had to take a second to believe he wasn’t seeing things. Helen’s parents always kept a distance and never, ever smiled at him. Not even at their wedding. It almost scared him.

“We had no idea you were a self made millionaire Jonathan. All while taking care of a sibling. Good job.” Her father put his hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

John just stood there with his mouth agape. Helen’s parents liked to pretend that he didn’t even exist and now they were smiling and praising him. After a few seconds he shut his mouth and nodded his head. Her parents went to talk to say their goodbyes and left you and him alone.

“Ah Jonathan you have to learn how to work those people. Rich folks, they love any story that fits their narrative. Poor orphan self made millionaire? How inspiring.” You mocked.

John let out a deep chuckle. You were always good at getting people to like you, even if you were annoying and crass. It made sense, you were very smart. You yawned and gave him a hug before he pulled away to open the door for you. You’d already said goodbye to Helen but you called out one more farewell and stepped outside.

“I better be coming back next year.” You laughed when John shut the door in your face.

Helen came up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“She’s definitely coming back next year.”

He smiled.

“Yeah. She is.”

#john wick #john wick x reader #John wick fanfic #Helen Wick x John Wick

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.11 - Sanitarium

Warnings: lol the usual 

Guys also i kindaaaaa forgot to mention that Y/n and John agreed to just be friends oops sorry but now you know!!!

Y/Ns outfit: https://www.tumblr.com/gnrbitch/719360471671734272/yns-outfit-for-pt11?source=share

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Pt2 of Day 12, 1986

It was currently 11:10 of the night as Y/n and John walked their way to this party John had been non stop talking about. 

To her surprise, Duff and Mandy never came back home. So Y/n left a note for her brother, telling him she was ‘sleeping over’ at Johns, which wasn’t really a lie, she was gonna crash at his place after the party anyways. 

“You keep talking about this party, what’s so special about it?“ Y/n asked John.

She looked around to where they were heading, and they were getting frighteningly close to the hell house, Y/n prayed that this party wasn’t gonna be there. 

“Its a metal mania party, a band named Metallica” John said 

“Metallica? Holy shit I know them!” Y/n exclaimed as she turned to look at him. 

John turned to look at her, surprised “You know them?”

Y/n corrected herself, “No not like i know them know them, but i know their music, they’re fucken sick” 

John hummed, “Oh right, hey look we’re here!” 

Y/n looked to the house John was motioning to, almost shitting herself as she saw that it was two houses down from the Hell House. She could only hope the guys wouldn’t be there. 

John took her by the hand as he guided her into the house, heavy music blasting through her ears, the smell of beer filling her nose. I wonder what else they have in here, she wondered. 

She quickly lost sight of John, internally cursing him out for leaving her alone. 

Y/n tried to be as sneaky as she can, scanning the room to see if she could catch a glimpse of any of the five men she was trying to avoid. Specifically Slash and Duff, no explanation needed. 

She finally felt safe enough to go wander around, maybe she could find the girl with the blue pills, then her night would go much smoother. 

She roughly made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from a concerningly dirty cooler and practically chugged it. The girl repeated this motion with three more beers. 

Hearing one of her favorite songs come on, she bopped her head and mumbled to herself “Fucken love rem” 

“Me too” said a voice next to her

Caught off guard, she looked to the person standing next to her, the girl smiled and responded “They’re a great fucken band. Surprised to hear them playing here” 

The long haired man chuckled “Almost had to fight someone to play them” 

Y/n laughed and raised her eyebrows “Jesus you must love them” 

And when she said that, she realized who the fuck she was talking to, Cliff fucken Burton. Okay, she thought, keep it cool. 

“Hell yea I do” Cliff smiled, “Plus this is my party, I could play whatever I want!”

Y/n laughed once again, “You’re in the band right?” she asked 

“Well yes I am” He drunkenly said, his smile remaining on his face 

“I fucken love your band dude, Ride The Lightning is my shit” Y/n said as she cracked open a beer, offering it to him. 

“Why thank you, for the compliment and the beer” He said

“Well of course my good sir” She answered as she was now opening herself a beer. 

“You’re pretty cool girl with no name” Cliff said smiling at her

“Thank you, Cliff” She looked at him, putting a little emphasis on his name, “My name is Y/n by the way, though girl with no name sounds sick”  

Cliff laughed at her comment “Wow, look at me, already being recognized” He joked as he pretended to wipe away a tear. 

Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes, “Seems like your song is over, Cliff, what's next on the menu?” 

And just as Cliff could answer, Iron Maiden started to blast through the house, Cliff widened his eyes and laughed, “Well I guess that” 

Y/n laughed as she heard a familiar voice in the distance, looking over her shoulder, she saw her brothers gold locks heading towards the kitchen. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. She thought. 

Looking back at Cliff, she asked “Do you wanna go sit down or something?” 

Cliff smiled “I’m so glad you said that, my fucken legs hurt” 

“Alright then, lets go” she said as she grabbed her beer and walked out of the kitchen, turning her head to see Cliff following closely behind. 

They sat down on a couch which was quite literally in the middle of the room, and Y/n hoped that with as many people as there were, she wouldn’t be spotted by her brother. 

As they sat down, she saw John and some dude talking (they were also sitting on the couch). 

John noticed her and smiled, “Lars, this is my friend Y/n” he said pointing at her, Lars turning around to look at her. 

“I’m Lars, You guys know each other? Wait are you guys dating?” Lars said with his little danish accent. He spoke very quickly, Y/n noted. 

“No not dating, just friends” Y/n said 

Lars smirked at her, “Well in that case-” 

“Don’t start pulling your moves on Y/n Lars” Cliff said as he looked back to the girl “I’m saving you, he’s a bit of a fucken chatterbox” 

“Hey- Cliff! I heard that! Why are you always trying to-” Lars started as John cut him off 

“Lars what was it that you were telling me about? Some chick you met in New York?” John said, giving Y/n a ‘Thank me later’ look as Lars put his attention back on John. 

Y/n smiled at him as she turned her attention back to Cliff, “How was opening for Ozzy?” She asked, feeling a bit drunk

“It was so fucken cool, greatest time of my life” Cliff said as he smiled, laying back on the couch. 

Y/n smiled along with him, she really couldn’t believe that she was right here, talking to Cliff on this old dirty couch, what fucken luck. 

She turned her head to look at the crowd, and right when she was going to turn back to Cliff, she had to do a double take to see if her mind was fucking with her. But it wasn’t, Slash was staring at her as he stood behind Steven (Stevens back was facing Y/n, just for a little clarity), his eyes burning as they looked back and forth to her and Cliff. 

“Shit” Y/n said aloud

“Whats wrong?” Cliff asked her, his eyes following to where Y/n was looking. 

The pair on the couch looked at eachother again 

“Boyfriend?” Cliff asked 

Y/n sighed “Nope”

“Ex boyfriend?“ 

“Nope”

“I don’t believe you” Cliff sang to her as he smiled 

Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “You should, theres nothing going on” 

“So why is he coming over?” Cliff told her, nodding her head towards the curly headed man approaching them. 

Y/n looked ahead, seeing Slash walking over to her and Cliff. Shit the girl thought. 

Cliff smiled at her before looking at Slash, “Hey man” 

Slash nodded his head at him before looking at Y/n, “The fuck are you doing here?” He asked 

Y/n rolled her eyes “Don’t start Slash” 

Slash looked at Cliff and smirked, “Don’t waste your time on her, she not worth it” 

“Well i wasn-” Cliff said, being cut off by Y/n scoffing and walking away. 

Y/n pushed her way through the crowd, her frustration flowing through her body as she felt her throat closing up. 

Making it to the hallway, she felt someone roughly grab her arm and pull her into a room. Hearing the sound of the door close, this someone turned on the lights. 

Y/n’s face turned angry at the sight of the curly head in front of her. 

“Fuck you Slash” Y/n said to him, turning around to leave. But Slash quickly closed the door back up. 

Y/n scoffed as she looked to him “What? What the fuck do you want” she said, impatiently. 

Slash stared at her, no words coming out of his mouth. 

“You drag me in here and say fucking nothing” Y/n said, narrowing her eyes at him. 

“I fucken hate you Slash” Y/n said “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Stop fucken tormenting me” 

“Is that really how you feel?” Slash said, smirk on his face. 

“Yea, it is. I don’t know what kind of sickly obsession you have over me, but you have to leave me the fuck alone.” Y/n said, staring right into his eyes 

Slash could laugh, “I don’t really think thats what you want me to do”

Y/n could slap him, anger rushing through her body she said, “It is. Leave me alone. Everything you and I did meant nothing to me.” And Y/n meant it, this was just supposed to be some fun little thing between her and Slash, but he turned it into something fucken ugly. 

“What the fuck do you mean it meant nothing?” Now Slash was the one becoming angry. 

“Figure it out yourself dumbass” Y/n said as she finally made her way out the bathroom, walking to the living room. 

She stopped at the couch she was on earlier, seeing John she spoke up, “Hey, I’m leaving” 

“You’re leaving? Do you want me to go with you?” John asked her 

“No its cool, its not far” Y/n said as she hugged him, “I’ll catch you later alright? Call me when you get home” 

“Okay, get home safe” He said, sending her a little smile. 

Y/n returned the smile, walking out of the house she came across Cliff. 

“Leaving already?” He asked her 

“Yea, gotta get home, it was cool meeting you” She smiled at him 

Cliff drunkly smiled at her “It was cool meeting you too” He said as he bought her into a hug. 

Y/ns smile remained on her face as their embrace ended, “Bye Cliff” she said as she finally left the premises (they were outside, like on the lawn or something). 

The girls smile faded as she made her way home, tears filling her eyes at the anger she felt towards Slash. Fucken asshole.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes as she walked down the streets of Sunset Blvd, wanting to get to Duffs place already. 

Y/n felt someone following her, her head turned to look over her shoulder. She sighed and closed her eyes as she continued to walk, recognizing the silhouette behind her. 

“Y/n” The man called, Y/n gave no response as she began to walk faster. 

“Y/n i swear to god” The voice called to her again. And again, Y/n didn’t say anything. 

Y/n was close to her destination, if she could get to Duffs place fast enough, she could lock the doors. 

And Y/n almost ran to get to the door, and just before she closed it, Slash’s hand slammed against it, opening it back up. He made his way inside and closed the door as Y/n walked towards their room.

“Y/n” He said 

“I don’t wanna talk to you Slash” The girl said as she began to take her jacket off, looking for her pajamas. 

Slash sighed, “Look im sorry” 

Y/n scoffed, “Like thats gonna fix anything” 

“I know its not, but i really am sorry” Slash said, his voice becoming gental 

“Okay” Y/n said, pushing him away as she tried to make her way into her bathroom. 

“Y/n comon just hear me out, look we can make this work” He said 

“Make what work?” She asked, turning back around to look at him 

“This” he motioned between them 

“I- I don’t know. Slash” The girl sighed

“Just give it a chance, look I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow” He desperately said 

“I can’t tomorrow, i’m already hanging with Duff” She said, trying to make an excuse

“Lets go during the night” He quickly responded 

“Fine.” The girl said, turning around and walking to the bathroom, closing the door. 

“Yes!” she heard Slash say from outside the bathroom, the walls were very thin here. 

“Better be a good fucken date Slash” Y/n mumbled to herself.   

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LOL i feel like this chapter isnt good.

Anyways I literallyyyyy forgot Y/n was supposed to be 16 LMFAO omg 😭. But im changing her age shes now freshly 18 yasss. Gonna go back and change her age in the other chapters LOL. Hope you guys enjoyed though!!!! till next time xxgnrbitch

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We pull the tail, now we see who bites.

Robin of Loxley/ The Hood X Fem!reader.

Summary: Robin got injured during a chase to get some coins for the commoners, so Y/N offers to heal his wounds if she gets something else in return from him. ;)

A/N: Hey y’all! This is going to probably be my first post because I have a Josh Hutcherson image in my drafts but I got too lazy to finish this, so this is going to be short and sweet. I just watched the Robin Hood 2018 adaptation for the 2nd time, and it’s great! Besides my Pookie Taron Egerton is in it so who could ask for more?? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy and I highly suggest you watch the movie. ( It’s on Spectrum for free. :] ) Btw hopefully I can get that Josh Hutcherson image done soon.

Contains: Kissing, 50% dom/sub reader and 50% dom/sub Rob, mentions of sex, injuries.

Wc: 1.2k

( Btw sorry if this picture is bad, just ignore John and pretend it's you lol. )

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, groan from him coming upstairs, making a shiver run down your spine. When Robin was back in Arabia and you had to fight him, hit you ended up sparing his life, but your mercy to him didn’t do much as you still got captured and was set sail in a boat with him for 3 weeks. Surprisingly, you too starting talking and some would even call you " friends " .

You decide to go upstairs to see what Rob was groaning about, and there you saw him, shirtless, his toned torso on display. In nothing but his pants with a wet, bloody rag resting on his massive thigh where he been impaled. You had to close your eyes for a second, trying to push the weird desire you had for him to the back of your mind.

" I wasn’t joking when I said the treasury itself was a hard target. " You say, slowly walking toward him, this made him look up from his leg to look at you. He decides to ignore your statement and press his rag into his thigh further, making him hiss through gritted teeth. You decide to go grab your medical supplies you used whenever you two got hurt. You always had wanted to be a nurse, but ever since the Sherif of Nottingham drafted you, things changed. But I guess it’s pretty useful to know how to properly treat somebody’s wounds.

" Hey! " You heard Rob say from across the room, " Where are you goin- "

"I'm getting my medical supplies, dumbass. " You say back with a bit of an attitude, not wanting to be told where you’re going or what you’re doing when all you trying to do is help. " Oh, sorry, love. Carry on. " He said, making you turn your head to see a light smile adorning his features.

As much as you sometimes hated Robin's attitude and sarcasm, you just can’t help yourself to be mad at him. It’s almost like you're drawn under a spell that will keep you from ever getting into any sort of confrontation.

You finally got all your medical supplies and you headed to the small table that he sat in on. Letting the supplies fall from your hands, you organized it quickly, while Rob eyed you carefully the whole time.

Once you got everything ready and set up the way you wanted it, you took one more look at his thigh. ' Shit. ' You thought, his cut is too deep to get a good look at what’s going on, so you’re gonna have to find a way to ask him to take his pants off. " The cuts- uhm. " You stutter, " Your gonna have to take your pants off if you want me to get a good look at it and fix it. " you were looking everywhere except his face, not wanting him to see your blush-coated cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel his gaze burning a hole into the side of your head.

[ I am currently editing this, and right here is my stopping point. If the story shifts or changes I’m sorry, I will fix it soon. ]

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you give me a kiss? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he’s impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

~

" Mkay, done. " You say as you wrap up his leg and stand up straight, pretty of yourself.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

it felt amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so

You are setting up traps for Robin to shoot at later, when all of a sudden you hear a loud, low, groan from him, making a shiver run down your spine. You decide to go upstairs to see Rob, shirtless, only in his pants, with a wet bloody rag on his thigh where he got impaled. You tried your best not to say anything weird or out of pocket when you approached him.

" Do you want me to patch you up? " You decide to say, trying hard to only stare at his injury and nothing else.

" Yes, please. " He said, panting. You tried your best to hide it, but he noticed when you clenched your thighs together at his low voice and the state he was in right now.

" Hmm. If I fix up your thigh, will you kiss me? " You say before continuing, " I’ve always wondered if your a good kisser or not. "

He let out a small chuckle when his eyes kept flicking down to your lips. Then he finally spoke up and said, " Sure, love. " You blushed at the pet name. " Maybe I’ll give you something more than just a kiss. " He winked, making you roll your eyes at his audacity to be this flirty when he was just a few minutes ago screaming because he got impaled.

" Fine, let me get my stuff.. " You say, heading away to get your medical supplies while Rob just watch you leave with a smile on his lips.

" Well, here’s the kiss that you wanted. " He said as he grabbed your arms, lightly pulling you in before his lips collided with yours.

It feels amazing, and you wanted to be immersed in this feeling forever. You didn’t know what to do, but you were able to make room by spreading his thighs wider so you get closer to him, which made him moan into your mouth. You smiled into the kiss, knowing it could be any moment when John could walk upstairs and see you two start to make out like teenagers, you didn’t care. You just wanted to feel Rob, you wanted his weight on top of you, you wanted him to pin you against the wall and fuck you till your legs went numb and you were cockdrunk.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer and you felt his buldge in his pants grow. You let go of his lips for air and you almost whined at the loss of contact.

" Sorry, love. I don’t want us to get caught. " Rob said with a frown. You cupped his cheek with your hand and kiss him again softly before saying. " It’s fine, we can continue later. "

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#taron egerton smut #taron egerton sex #taron egerton fanfiction #fanfic

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Blood and sand - Chapter Fifteen

“Only one can win the Games.”

And no one had yet. “I know, sir.”

“You’re throwing away your life.”

No, no, damn it, no. “You can change it. It’s your rules! You could make it different,” said Luke.

A pause. Hastur went entirely still, a billowing ocean frozen as a portrait. “Not anymore.”

Written for the @malevolentmadnessmixup. Art by @aktrashpanda.

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Chapter Fifteen: John

Luke felt like a whole new person as he exited the stairs.

They deposited him in the hallway, not in the arena, and he was grateful. He didn’t want to see anybody just yet.

For the first time in his life, he had what felt like a major plan. This was far more concrete than escape into the Dreamlands and find a way to bring back Parker. This was specific. This was detailed.

He refused to believe it was out of reach. It could be done. All he had to do was get the adults who’d been kind to him to agree.

Though there was also the problem of Arthur.

Arthur couldn’t see. He couldn’t fight like this. Did he have magic? He’d used some occasionally, rarely, but generally had fought more like a cornered dog than anything else, all teeth and desperation.

This was going to be tricky.

Luke stepped aside for larger warriors who marched by, hoofs stomping and claws grasping. He peeked in the dining room, but none of his adults were there.

He went to the dorms; not there, either. Hm. He stood and thought.

The medical wing. Maybe. Luke made his way down the hall toward it.

What do you know? All four of them were in there.

Arthur had a black eye. John sort of hovered by him, robes torn, black ichor staining them. Oscar lay flat on one of the little beds, holding an ice pack to his face. Dennis lurked in the corner, looking disgruntled and bloody; stitches lined his cheek.

Luke looked around. “What happened?”

And all four of them looked caught.

“Luke?” said Arthur, sitting up, and evidently unaware of the many, many black tentacles hovering around him, as though to protect him from the world.

Luke frowned. He crossed his arms, stern as Parker with a witness. “No one was bleeding when I left.”

“Shit,” Dennis replied.

Arthur sighed. “I have no fucking idea,” he said, and lay back down.

Then John decided to answer. “That one,” said John, pointing at Oscar, “is here illicitly.”

“I am not,” said Oscar.

“And that one,” said John, pointing at Dennis, “is fucking pissed about it.” Arthur snorted. John snorted. They shared a deeply inappropriate laugh, a sound somehow so intimate it made Luke feel like he was eavesdropping on something.

“So?” said Luke.

Oscar sighed. “So we’ve discussed it, and I must leave by morning. I’m sorry, son.”

Discussed it seemed to be code for we all beat on each other until we got tired. Damn it. Part of his plan was about to walk out the door. “I need some teaching before you go. Please.”

And Oscar sat up.

Several of the nurse-things immediately swarmed him, hovering and translucent, but he waved away whatever they said with his hand and his attitude. “Happy to,” he said.

Luke looked. Oscar was exhausted, tapped out; he had more than a few bruises, and hadn't even addressed them. Luke frowned. “It can wait a bit.”

“Nonsense,” said Oscar.

“Did you all fight, or something?” said Luke.

“Or something,” muttered Arthur, and he and John laughed again at nothing.

Well, whatever. Inside jokes weren’t meant to be understood. “Thank you, sir.”

“Of course, son,” said Oscar. “It’s why I’m here.”

“To hell with you,” muttered Dennis, and scowled as they both walked out.

#

Luke explained the plan as he healed Oscar.

Oscar had doubts about the plan as he was healed.

“You’re only going to get one shot at this,” Oscar said. “And it’s risky. If someone’s got some kind of resistance…”

“That’s where John comes in.”

Oscar looked thoughtful. “And Arthur?”

“I don’t… know what to do about Arthur.”

“No one does right now. Normally, being blinded would be enough to get him excused from the Games; it’s not entertaining for you-know-who. However, it wasn’t an injury. He was blind already when he came in here, and the arena won’t let him go.”

“He wouldn’t leave, anyway,” said Luke.

“You’re right. You’ve got the breadth of him.”

Luke doubled down on the plan. “This has to work. It will. Have faith, sir.”

Oscar laughed as if surprised. “From the mouths of babes… All right. All right, son. I’ll help as I can before leaving.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Oscar turned and put his hands on Luke’s shoulders. “May the blessing of light be on you—light without and light within,” he said softly, eyes closed as if praying it, as if willing it. “May the blessing of the rain be on you; may it beat upon your spirit and wash it fair and clean, and leave there a shining pool where the blue and Heaven shines, and sometimes a star. And may the blessing of the earth be on you, soft under your feet as you pass along the roads, soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day, and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it. May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly, up and off and on its way to God. And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly. Amen.”

Luke found himself tearing up and wasn’t even sure why. What Oscar prayed to may or may not be real, may or may not hear him; but Oscar’s care and Oscar’s faith were very real, and there was a preciousness to both. He felt blessed. Watched. Maybe even cared for. Every little bit helped. “Thank you,” Luke whispered.

Oscar patted his back. “Of course. Let’s talk about this spell of yours.”

#

Luke returned to the medical ward alone.

Arthur was asleep, snoring lightly—almost a cute sound, sort of buzzing—while John stood over him, hovering, his many tentacles in the air.

Luke couldn’t help making comparisons. Hastur was symmetrical, beautiful and horrible, perfect to look at and absolutely maddening. John was just… a mess. His sides were not symmetrical. He stood hunched, angling, most of his face (if he had one) hidden in his robe, golden eyes gleaming in its gloom. He was so wide he almost seemed round; tentacles poked through his hole-ridden robe all over, as if those were the only limbs he had.

All the eyes fixed on Luke.

Luke swallowed. “John?”

“Yes.” The growl… it was Hastur’s, only not room-rumbling.

For Parker. “I have a plan for what to do at the end of the games.”

“Here’s my plan: you can go to hell,” said John.

Wow.

“You took me from him,” John snarled in Hastur’s voice but not Hastur’s voice, and the more John spoke, the more Luke knew he would be able to tell them apart. “We weren’t ready. I was hidden in him, damn you! Do you know what we had to do to make that work?”

“No, sir, I don’t,” said Luke. “And I’m sorry it happened, but it had to. Please listen. I have a plan. That, and I know what you are.”

John stared. The gold of his eyes flickered and darkened, like a fire burning down to embers. “Do you?” he said, low.

Luke felt a little insane being so honest. “Yes. You’re the missing piece of—”

Luke didn’t even see John move.

Suddenly, he was grabbed. He slammed into the wall, pressed against it, wind knocked out of him.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” John snarled, all monster, and his mouth didn’t fit right—saliva slid between his teeth and to the floor, hissing, burning into the tiles.

Luke shook. Fear briefly stole his words. If this went well (and it had to), he never wanted to fight anyone again after this. “Okay,” he agreed. “Okay, I won’t. I promise.”

John changed. Something about his form trembled, shifted, and Luke suddenly got the impression he was… embarrassed? He dropped Luke. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Not used to… being able to act.”

What a weird thing to say. Luke still shook, but he stood. “I understand.”

“No, you don’t,” John snapped.

Except he did. “I do, though,” said Luke. “Everything is different for me. I’m on my own, and I’ve got weird magic powers, and my brother is still dead, and it’s all different.”

That shouldn’t have worked, yet John seemed stunned. His mismatched tentacles drooped. “I heard you telling Arthur. You’re here for Parker.”

For Parker. Parker’s resurrection was not guaranteed. Still, it was an opening. It was… vulnerable. For just this moment, John was listening, and Luke dared not let that slip by. “Sir, no one is meant to win this contest.”

John raised his tentacles, and magic bloomed. Suddenly, the sounds of this room—shouts outside, footsteps, medical drips and running faucets—all dimmed. “Explain that.”

Such a growl. It would be scarier if Luke hadn’t heard Hastur’s first. “He never meant anyone to win. Not really. It’s why they’re always bringing in new warriors. There can’t be a last one standing, then. Hastur wants to die here.”

John stared. He looked like a statue of himself, frozen.

“I know a way we can win,” said Luke.

“He wants to…” John stammered.

Luke waited.

John exhaled shakily. “You mean you can win,” he said with more suspicion than Luke had ever heard in his life. “Arthur needs this. If I have to rip your fucking head off to ensure he gets it, I will.”

Yikes. “Nobody wins if I die,” Luke dared, because it was true. “The plan requires my magic. If I’m out of the picture, they’ll just bring in more warriors forever, and there’ll never be an end.”

John shuddered. “Arthur needs this.”

“He needs to be freed.” Luke clenched his fists, trying so hard to sound grown. “If we win, and it goes how I think… that Charlie Dowd guy will be freed, too.” He couldn’t be sure of that, and yet he was sure. If the games were done, Hastur wouldn’t need Dowd anymore. And if this were Luke’s new job (or whatever they were calling it), surely Luke could ask for that favor. He could try, anyway.

John, fortunately, seemed to be buying what Luke was selling. “He’d be free,” he murmured, thoughtfully.

“Yes,” said Luke. “But I need your help.”

John sighed. He turned his round, uneven body to look at Arthur.

“I don’t know how he can fight,” Luke said softly.

“I’ll take care of Arthur,” said John.

“I mean… since he’s blind,” said Luke.

“I fucking said I’ll take care of him!” John growled.

Yikes and yikes. “Yes, sir.”

John studied him. “Why did you do this to me?”

Oh. “Gave you a… a body?”

“Yes. Pulling me out of him. Ripping me away. Why?”

“To save his life.”

John hunched. “I was hurting him?” he said in a shockingly small voice.

Luke gentled his tone “Yes,” he said.

John drooped. “Fuck,” he said.

“You’re not hurting him now,” said Luke quickly.

John looked at him. “You’re a fucking weird kid.”

Luke looked down, years of self-preservation kicking in. “Yes, sir.”

John didn’t apologize. He returned to Arthur, hovering again.

Luke got the weirdest feeling that had actually been a compliment. John was very strange. “Don’t you want to hear the plan?”

“When Arthur is awake.” John’s tentacle-tips touched Arthur’s face.

Arthur made a sound and pushed at them, stubborn even in his sleep.

John made a pleased sound. “Arthur will wake soon. Then we will have your plan.”

“I’ll go get some food,” Luke said because he needed to get away, and made up for it by bringing back enough for all three of them.

#

The god called Lilith came for Oscar in the morning. It was very early, barely dawn, but Luke followed Oscar out because he wanted to see.

It didn’t really explain anything.

The woman was beautiful; from here, she looked almost human, with long dark hair, and softly violent skin, and eyes that gleamed silver. Something about the way she stood was so strange, just beside her blindingly white chariot and its enormous winged-lions. She stood, he realized, like saints he’d seen around Catholic churches—somehow inhuman, above human, and held her hand out over the sand, palm down.

Oscar knelt and looked up at her with such intensity, with a look Luke could not for the life of him name, but knew he’d never seen its ilk before. It felt intimate. It felt private. His cheeks heated.

This god—this Lilith, who’d come to fetch her weird priest—looked directly at Luke for one moment. Luke startled. Her face was that face—the face of the weirdo guy who’d gotten Luke into all this. It was narrower, the lips fuller, but unquestionably the same.

Utterly confused, Luke stared.

She seemed to find that funny, and laughed, and—

Bells-pealing-bright-dancing-sharp-white-ephemeral…

Luke came to on his hands and knees and shook his head. They were gone; the weird flying chariot and its lions were gone, along with her, and her priest.

Weird. So very weird. And the way Oscar had looked at her… Luke really couldn’t put a word to it. It was an agony, of sorts, but it was ecstasy, too, and so hungry, and so determined, and Luke would never forget it.

The suns were barely risen, and Luke decided to go back to bed. He wouldn’t be talking about this. He wasn’t sure what he’d seen, but he knew at least that some of it was meant only for them.

[chapter sixteen] [masterpost]

#malevolent #malevolent au #malevolent fic #arthur lester #john doe #dennis collins #luke yang #kiy malevolent #malevolent madness mixup #blood and sand fic #kayne malevolent #oscar malevolent

[pandoraslove]

Rumor Had It

Finn Shelby x Reader (Part 5)

Warnings: Blood, Slight Angst, Fluff

Later that evening y/n and Freddie broke out into a small argument about her using his gun to shoot Dereck. She knew it was a little irresponsible and dangerous but she couldn’t find a part of her that cared. Dereck was a thorn at her side, that she possibly already took care of, hopefully. She never wanted to be bothered by him again.

She walked home that night after Freddie and Ada left. Finn tried to accompany her to her house but she told him she’d be fine and that there was no need. She made a quick stop at a fabric store that was surprisingly still open, for her. Her parents were good friends with the owner of the fabric shop. She picked up a couple of yards of black and gold. It wasn’t too late, by the time she got back home, so she figure she could start on her knew project. It was simple dress she’d be making, If she stayed up late she’d be able to finish it. And that’s exactly what she did. She only got an hour of sleep that night, the dress was simple but elegant.

The majority of the dress was black, it reached just below her knees. it had gold trimming and golden flowers made out of the gold fabric and gold thread. That day she stayed home and waited until later in the day to start getting ready for dinner with Freddie. She was finished getting ready at five. she waited and then it was 7:59... She was sitting on her bed waiting for a knock on the door to alert her, but one did not come. Not until nearly 8:30. She walked towards the door expecting Freddie but finding Finn. Her body deflated slightly. 

“Not happy to see me?” He jokes. She gives him a sympathetic smile. 

“I’ve been expecting Freddie...” She tells. 

“Ah, Well... Polly asked me to come get you, she prepared a shit ton of dinner,” He tell her. 

The two people who knew had forgotten...

She puts on a happy smile and nods, following him out the door, but she couldn’t help the slight pain in her chest. 

“Are you alright?” Finn asks, she was silently walking next to him. She didn’t want to celebrate her birthday in the first place so why does she care if they had forgotten...

“Yeah... Yeah, sorry, I’m just a little tired, I didn’t get much sleep last night.” 

“How come?” Finn inquired. 

“I stayed up making a dress,” She tells him. 

“Did you finish it?” 

“well, I am wearing it, so I’d say yes.” 

“You look beautiful, by the way, darling, I don’t think I’ve told you.” Y/n smiles up at him, blushing slightly. 

they walk into the house and as y/n walked in, she finds everyone standing in front of the door. Karl and Freddie were in front, the latter helping the young boy hold a small cake with 2 candles on it. She stopped in her tracks and smiled as he walked towards her a little saying a small happy birthday. Finn had his hand on the small of her back. Her eyes were watery, causing Freddie to grab the cake from Karl and whisper something in her ear. She crouched down to his level as he wrapped his small arms around her neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Y/n melted at the gesture and stood up with Karl in her arms. 

“Thank you,” She says sincerely to everyone, “truly, this...” She couldn’t find the words to explain it.  

“You are apart of our family now, we couldn’t let your first birthday with us pass without us doing something.” Ada says. Karl gives y/n another kiss on the cheek. 

“You are so sweet Karl, I’m guessing you’ve made that cake all by yourself, little man?” Karl giggles and nods confidently. 

“Careful, Finn, Karl here is going steal your girl.” John jokes. Freddie turns to him and glares, everyone laughs. 

“Your girl, eh?” Y/n asks softly, nudging his side slightly. 

“Only if you’ll allow it...” He says staring directly into her eyes. 

“should I or should I not?” She jokingly thinks aloud. 

“Absolutely NOT. Separate. Right now. You are a child, I will have none of that!” Freddie yells causing y/n to laugh as he gestured to her and Finn. 

“I’m 17, nearly an adult, I should be allowed to date, it’s not like I haven’t already,” She says mumbling the last part. 

“No.” Freddie say sitting on one end of the table. Karl sat next to her, Finn on her other side, Freddie glared at him slightly, Ada sat next to Karl, Freddie next to her. 

“OI! If you get to be married to a Shelby, I should at least be able to date one.” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Freddie, come on, look at them. Imagine how adorable my children will be.” 

“Children?! What bloody Children?!” Freddie exaggerates. Polly, Ada, and Esme all watched the spectacle giggling. The guys sipped at their whiskey chuckling and watched it all as well. 

“My future children.” Y/n says calmly, sipping at Finn’s whiskey she took. 

“I will lock you up.” 

“No!” Karl yells glaring at his father. everyone knew that the 4 year old was most likely taking the entire thing seriously when they saw how serious his expression was. 

“See, Karl will protect me.” Y/n says while Karl still glares at his father, causing everyone to laugh. 

As the night went on they all laughed and enjoyed the night. Yes, Y/n knew she had to get up early and go to her first day at work at the boutique but she disregarded it. She would be fine. She was leaning on Finn’s shoulder listening to John and Arthur bicker about nonsense. Today was perfect 

Later that night, Finn was able to convince y/n to stay the night. The boutique being closer to his house convincing her since that meant she’d be able to get in little bit more sleep in. She’d borrowed some of the clothes Ada left to sleep in and woke up early the next morning. Eager for her first day. She didn’t wake Finn, although he did steer awake when she got out of bed. She walked down stair, wearing the dress from the night before and said good morning to everyone before walking out the door. 

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Y/n was saddened when she noticed her first work day was over. She enjoyed all of it, the women she met were incredibly kind and she already started to love everything there. She was excited to tell Freddie and Finn all about her day but she decided to go home and change first. She grabbed the first thing she could find which was a soft long sleeve dress. 

As she was walking out the door she noticed a small note on the floor that she must have missed as she walked in. Her heart sped up as she read it. Her steps were faster as she walked to where she was hoping everyone was. As she entered #6 Watery Lane, she looked around and only noticed one person missing. Freddie. Polly noticed her slightly panicked state. 

“Is everything okay?” Polly asks. 

“Where’s Freddie?” She asks. 

“He went to grab a bottle of whiskey from the Garrison, why?” Finn answers. Y/n ran out the door and straight for the garrison, as fast as her heals could take her. the contents of the note kept replaying in her head. ‘It was his gun you shot me with, It’s his head.’ As she reached the Garrison she saw Derrick holding a pistol and pointing it at Freddie. Freddie was simply standing there holding onto the bottle of whiskey. Derrick’s finger drew closer and closer to the trigger and without thinking she took off her shoes and ran towards them. right as Derrick was going to shoot y/n threw herself on top of him and a shot rang out.

She was still breathing, she was still on top of Derrick, and she could still hear Freddie call out to her. There was blood dripping from her arms she could feel it. Derrick watched wide eyed. She took the gun from his hands and stood up, her good arm helping her up. She turned to Freddie to make sure he was alright and then walked towards him, disregarding the blood flowing out of the cut on her arm. She could see Thomas, Arthur, John, and Finn making their way toward them. Derrick was still on the ground as he had fallen on top of a piece of sharp rock knocking the air out of him. 

“you’re bleeding-“ Freddie starts but is interrupted by y/n hitting him repeatedly with her good arm.

“what the bloody hell was that?” she yells.

“what?” he asks trying to deflect her hits.

“why did you just stand there and do nothing? why didn’t you use your gun? why didn’t you do something?! you could have been shot!” Her voice was wavering as tears flowed down her cheeks, from the pain in her arm or the fear she had felt of nearly losing her brother again, she did not know.

“he’s a kid…”

“He could have killed you!” she yells.

The brothers were now in closer range. Arthur and John were dealing with Derrick, while Thomas and Finn walked toward Freddie and y/n.

“You’re bleeding.” Finn says grabbing her arm causing her to hiss slightly as he applies pressure to stop it from bleeding any more, the bullet luckily only grazed her arm, but it was deep. 

Y/n didn’t take her stare off of Freddie. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Freddie says, beginning to walk away. Y/n didn’t follow him. instead she scoffed loudly and walked into the Garrison, Finn following close behind her. She asked Grace to hand her a bottle of whiskey and a clean rag. She drenched the clean rag in the liquor and wrapped around the cut with the drenched rag tying it with a knot. It was obvious it burned by how her eyes shutting tightly and leaning her head back on the booth she had sat herself at. Freddie had followed them in and tried to take the bottle of whiskey away from her but she pulled it away and glared up at him. 

Freddie sighs, “Why are you being so childish?” 

“Childish? ChILDiSh?! Fuck you.” She says. Arthur and John were just walking in with Polly, Ada, and Karl, Thomas was sitting across from her, and Finn was next to her. 

“Jesus Christ, What happened to you?” Polly asks when she sees the rag that was slowly turning red. 

“Nothing, Polly, I’m fine.” 

“You’re bleeding, y/n.” Ada says. 

“Yes. I know.” 

“She took a bullet for me...” Freddie says. 

“What?!” Ada and Polly say. 

“and she’s taking that as an excuse to act childish.” Freddie mutters. 

“YOU stood there. you stood in front of a loaded gun as if you had nothing to lose, Freddie. What if I had done that?... You would have left Karl and Ada alone? Don’t even think of me, but your wife and kid...” 

“I’m sorry,” He says sincerely finally seeing how serious it all had been. Finally seeing how badly this could have all ended. And as if her body knew she didn’t have anything left to say, the effect of the adrenaline from her being shot was leaving her body quickly. the graze was deep, but there was no bullet stuck inside of it. Maybe she was exaggerating but her body began to feel slightly weaker than before. She sighed deeply, nodded her head and laid onto Finn. 

“She’s losing blood, Let’s get her home so we can stitch her up.” Polly says. Everyone nodded and y/n began to stand up. She could walk but they were slow movement. Finn wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her walk. As they were walking she took a misstep and lost her balance causing her to nearly fall, Finn picked her up, his arm under her knees and one under her back. 

“I’ve got you, love.” He whispered, not paying any mind to the blood getting on his shirt. Y/n allowed herself to relax slightly, feeling safe in his hold, she could hear Ada and Freddie behind her murmuring loud enough that she could hear. 

“I don’t know how I should feel about that...” Freddie mutters to Ada. 

“He’s a good boy and she’s a good girl, I think you should let them be.” Ada murmurs nonchalantly. 

“Why is Uncle Finn carrying Aunt Y/n?” Karl asks loudly. 

“She’s just tired, Karl.” Freddie reassures him. Y/n smiles into Finn’s chest. Once they got back to the house Finn sat y/n down on the sofa and then went upstairs to change. Freddie took this time to apologize once again. He earned one last scolding but ultimately y/n’s forgiveness which was all he wanted. 

Ada was the one to stitch y/n up. Once she was done everyone settled, the sun was barely setting. Freddie, Ada, and Karl left to go home after y/n reassured them over and over that she was fine, and Thomas, John, and Arthur all went back to the Garrison or somewhere else. Polly had gone to her room a little while earlier, so it was only Finn and y/n. 

“You’re a bloody idiot.” Finn whispers. He had his arms wrapped around her, her head on his chest. 

y/n breathes out a laugh, “maybe...” 

“But... you’re my bloody idiot, darling.” He says, She lift her head up slightly and looks at him, he was so close. He nudged her nose with his and then kisses her gently. She sighs into it and kisses him back, her good arm coming up to put her hand on his cheek. The kiss was slow, sweet, and full of passion.

Too caught up in the moment they failed to realize Finn’s older brothers had all returned until Arthur yells, “Make sure to use protection!” while walking up the stairs, Thomas behind him smirking. 

Y/n laughed and pulled away, shaking her head and leaning it on Finn’s chin.

He kisses her forehead and says, “Come on, Let’s get some rest.”

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #PEAKY FOOKIN BLINDERS #Peaky Blinders #PEAKY FUCKING BLINDERS #finn shelby #finn shelby x reader #fanfics #shelby family #John Shelby #polly grey #polly gray #Ada Thorne #Freddie Thorne #Arthur Shelby #the garrison #whiskey #cute

[boilingheart]

i know its not quite the same scenario as navy seal, but ive highkey avoided ever talking about or publicly enjoying poly pirates content for the same kind of reason, but instead bc it involves shipping jay and chip.

like. yes, i know many people (including the jerboys) interpret them as having a more sibling-esque bond. I fully acknowledge it and I can even agree w it!* but i hate how it has been made that any other interpretation is not only wrong but also bad.

idk man like. i just hate how it feels like enjoying any dynamic of poly-pirates outside of fnc is wrong-- bc at that point, what is the point?

*i personally tend to see the two as very close, but the specifics of whether that closeness is platonic/familial or romantic depends on interpretation (whether of the individual, author, etc). they're two people who've found connection and safety in each other and also enjoy ribbing the other for jokes- what specific type of connection that is can vary for me, yknow? the type isnt the Core of their dynamic to me

(sorry the asterisk part got so long i just want to properly explain myself and dump a bit fjkdsjf)

Oh yeah, I'm 1000% with you on this. I mentioned navyseal cause that's my personal guilty pleasure that I am highkey obsessed with but had to keep it on the downlow after twitter decided it was just as bad as inc*st apparently (as someone who is very very deeply uncomfortable and revolted by that type of stuff in genuine, that shit pissed me off!!!), but this absolutely applies to Chip and Jay and polypirates as a whole. Hell, when I first started the show and didn't really have much fandom influence in my first 30 something episodes I was actually way more of a poly enjoyer

Anyways, as a whole I do sincerely think Chip and Jay work better as a platonic bond, I like this interpretation of their relationship better than romantic, but that doesn't necessarily make the ship bad or wrong you know? Literally ditto to everything you said in your asterisk I couldn't word it better myself.

Like bruh it really felt like these characters are stuck being bitchless fr LOL that whole twitter debacle made it feel like the only CORRECT ships were fnc and pistolwhip (as if fnc doesn't Also have some of the same dynamics listed in navyseal and chip/jay!! (although im certainly keeping my mouth shut further on that since people have started gunning to convince people fnc is a Bad Boring Ship, Actually, and it's better platonic (unrelated to the wlw vs mlm take that just happened there, big disclaimer (I spend too much time on twitter can u tell... there's so many shipwars there for no reason...))) anyways yeah there was just too many people trying to police these ships and instead of just being NORMAL and saying "oh X isn't my cup of tea I enjoy a familial/platonic bond between them instead" they start bending over backwards to prove that ACTUALLY it's PROBLEMATIC, SEE? And sourcing the boys' opinions on it doesn't Wholly matter to ships (unless it's in regards to boundaries, in which it Absolutely Matters) cause Bizly regularly dunks on fnc and that hasn't changed anything

This got very long winded sorry LOL I've been holding onto this irritation for a while now, it's one of the reasons why I'm trying to move away from twitter and come back to tumblr tbh. It is simply fandom culture to ship, and while I love fnc to absolute death as my main ship here, it's nice to explore some variety yk? navyseal has CRAZY potential cause of their parallels and their journey of self discovery and how much they deeply care for each other, polypirates is just a lot of fun altogether cause of all their personalities and that shared strong bond, then you have swordfish, fish² and chips, caspian/chip, marshall john/gillion, like, multishipping is FUN dude. Unless it's GENUINELY problematic or Actual Proshipping like twitter Claimed, I don't see the big idea. There is such thing as "Don't like, don't read". There is such thing as muting/blocking words and curating your own experience. You don't have to put down others because their enjoyment of something clashes with your personal interpretation of it. It's fandom bro!!!

#bheart talks #answered #shit man even typing this out i get nervous hitting post but man i KNOW im not wrong

[lastweeksshirttonight]

April is here and so is more looking back at the past ten seasons of Last Week Tonight. Wooo!

I'm going to aim to have Last Lee Tonight posted every week on Thursdays. Work is always a wrench in my plans but I'm pretty sure I can keep up that pace. They'll let me leave at some point right? hahaha help.

Now that the admin notes are out of the way, let's get cracking.

Last Lee Tonight (wherein John waited three episodes to dump music knowledge on us and honestly I'm impressed he waited that long) Season One, Episode Three

(original air date: 5/11/2014) Major topics covered: global warming; campaign finance and 2014 Senate political ads; Russia/Ukraine tensions

"History was made this week. ...Technically, history is made every week, that's kind of how history works."

We are still in that unique transitory period where John's team has figured out that longform segments are probably the way to go... but aren't really sure how to best utilize the rest of their show's time. The first two episodes were marked contrasts to each other structurally and were easier to compare. This third episode is all over the place, rushing through the first small segment on football, before covering a wide array of information and sources on Russian actions in around 8 minutes, which then gets us to our first main segment about ten minutes in. You can tell that the writers are still really trying to work out how to best structure their strange new show.

We start the episode talking about the first openly gay player in the NFL, Michael Sam, something I swear happened both earlier than and later than 2014. I fucking love that ESPN completely ignored the player in question's sexuality and just talked stats and genericisms. SPORTS!

We don't spend long there, as we move straight into discussing the present Ukranian/Russian tensions, first through the lens of Eurovision. I am truly shocked that John hasn't covered Eurovision every damn year, because it's the kind of overly theatrical camp nonsense he adores. We get a very Daily Show-esque bit where John grabs a paper way on the other side of his desk to quote Russia's entry, and it makes me sad that the audience barely registers it as a joke.

Also shit Conchita Wurst won Eurovision nearly ten years ago. I feel so fucking old.

Russia also recently annexed Crimea at the time, and John briefly covers the struggles Putin will have with the annexation. Putin is busy minting a two-pound commemorative coin over his 'victory', so we get a fake commercial for the "Worthless Desolate Landmass Commemorative Coin". This feels very much like a Bugle bit, complete with the satirical underpinning of acknowledging that Russia will actively make Crimeans' lives worse. And obviously Putin shirtless on a horse.

(I know that continually mentioning other things John has done that line up with these LWT bits probably seems a bit harsh or uncharitable, but LWT was clearly still trying to find a voice that wasn't cribbed from the two productions John was most associated with - to say nothing of the gigantic shadow The Colbert Report cast over every talking-head show in its wake. There's a lot of what I'd consider essential LWT that's been completely missing from these early episodes, from the common running gags of being a furry and shitting on his appearance, to a more unhinged level of social disruption and trolling, to even some of his linguistic choices - and that honestly makes sense. John has said multiple times that no one on the show had any idea what they were doing at this point, so why not pull from things that worked before?)

The first major story starts 10 minutes in, and regards campaign finance. The FEC has allowed bitcoin contributions to campaigns and jesus christ kill me now

Sorry. Campaign finance just innately pisses me off, and John gets me by basically saying "what else is left" while listing off all the campaign finance fuckery of the past few years at that time. I wish 2023 Me and 2023 John did not have to see what else was left.

John's joke about cribbing band names from the Kentucky Derby is gold. Tag yourself I'm California Chrome.

We get our first delightfully off impression of the series from John in this section - it's the rich evil Southern gentleman voice, in the form of Mitch McConnell threatening to kill people with a shovel over his love of coal. No amount of context will help me explain that better.

John also confirms that Mitch McConnell is not a homegrown Kentucky girl like his then-competitor, Alison Lundergan Grimes, by noting that "Politifact rates that true". I laughed so hard at that I had to pause. Please bring that gag back.

The Kentucky piece is overall worth watching, as it hits how campaign finance has influenced political advertising in ways directly detrimental to statewide and nationwide issues of import. The only part of this on YouTube is the capper, where John makes the most over-the-top and morally repugnant ads he can possibly think of. Trigger warning for gory violence including disembowelment, implied animal cruelty, and old man and middle-aged nudity. (Required note from this blog: it is not John Oliver nude. Fucking weirdoes, the lot of you [/j]) Link is here bc the video is, quite reasonably, age-restricted.

We now move to our very first "How Is This Still A Thing?", with the subject "Dressing Up as Other Races". Honestly no notes here, this segment came out the gate strong and basically in the same format it retains in the current day. (Seriously stop using other cultures as a costume.)

Finally, with five minutes left, we get to the segment Wikipedia thinks is the main one, on climate change. (The pacing of LWT Season One is a rollercoaster.) Global warming in 2014 threatens everything, yet 1 in 4 Americans think it doesn't exist. I would like to travel through time to scream at them and John thinks even talking about that kind of stat is fucking pointless. Bill Nye is brought on to have a statistically representative debate on the topic, which involves a random fuckload of people being on stage at once. I love the chaos but this is a very slim bit.

This was the weirdest episode to watch so far, I think. They took the lessons of the last episode and did attempt to apply them, but we aren't quite at the sweet spot of LWT pacing and structure yet. We'll get there eventually, I'm sure.

Random notes:

Lee obviously focuses on important things corner: After the absolute banger that was "red check pattern" last week, we return to neutral blue shirt and bubble-patterned navy tie. The unique tie elevates this to a 8/10 look, but one thing I cannot wait to get to is his "bold outfit choice" era of shit like silver suit and blue check shirt.

John describing bitcoin as something only "heroin dealers and assassins" use makes me yearn for the innocent time of 2014, when people were not trying to sell me every goddamn coin and ape doodle and metaverse on earth.

The YouTube team for this episode truly had no idea what to clip for this one. Their main segment doesn't have an authorized clip, and I don't know why they decided to take a 5 minute segment and make two clips out of it, an abbreviated version and a full version.

Speaking of weird shit on the LWT YouTube, have this 45 second bit of HBO selling the fuck out of their new show and John being obviously uncomfortable with it. However, in this clip he is, and I say this with a minimal amount of bias, hot as fuck. ("I'm no one's idea of a photogenic human being" SHUT UP MATE MY GOD)

I found this ad on their YouTube as well, which was very fun. Back when we expected some actual timely news discussion on LWT!

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