#this is ramblings at work on break and doesn’t entirely make sense

[aritany]

Hi. You wrote this masterful prompt:

a compelling dynamic: character A who needs to be asked if they’re ok and will not bring it up first vs character B who needs to be the one to bring up that they aren’t ok and will not respond truthfully if asked

I just realized I resonate with the potential B so much, where is my A so I can ask them if they're OK

you know, anon, the funny thing about this dynamic is that in hindsight it’s such a ridiculously toxic set up that it’s bound to fail. a delicious concept for fiction, sure, but do you want a character A?

i actually didn’t even remember when this was from, and i had to go hunt for the post in question and parse out what i was talking about from the tags. turns out, it was real life, a few years ago, and with space between then and now (and healthier dynamics between) i’ve come to know that loving a character A in real life is messy.

messy: it cannot be your responsibility to constantly read the minds of your loved ones. you can’t be character B and never character A.

messy: if you find yourself living character B’s role, expected to know, expected to know when to ask, at fault if you don’t, at fault if you do ask but you’re too late to not be resented for the time it took you to notice there was something wrong, you will never win. you will never know the rules, and you will never be able to successfully play the game.

messy: be character B for someone once. twice, even. three times, if you love them desperately.

but ask yourself if you ever get to be character A. ask yourself if you’re ever asked if you’re the one who’s not okay. ask yourself if you are given grace for not knowing, not knowing to ask. ask yourself if you’re okay with it.

so you ask: where is your character A?

growing, hopefully

#social dynamics #this is ramblings at work on break and doesn’t entirely make sense #and is almost certainly not what you came here for #but it felt important in some way #anyway: don’t settle #alex talks #not writing #or maybe it is maybe it’s poetry #i’ll figure that out later #asks

[leonw4nter]

She Likes The Way It Feels When He’s Right There

ID!Leon x F!Reader

“Mom, for the last time, I don’t want to go on a date with him!” You emphasize for what seemed like the nth time that night. Inviting Hunnigan over for dinner with your mom causes regret to pool in the depths of your belly; she doesn’t need to be around to hear you and your mom argue over your love life. Work was already stressful and your mom is piling up on that tall tower of things that plague your mind. You keep your head hung low, gaze trained on a piece of quinoa on your plate with your fork poking at it as you feel your attention slipping away, making no effort to rein it back in if it means not hearing your mom ramble on about having kids and settling down with someone.

“Y/N? Y/N.” Your mom’s voice snaps you back to reality, bringing you back down to this godforsaken dinner. “Did you hear what I just said?”

You temporarily shut your eyes, fingers stiffly curling over your fork. Deep breaths, breathe in and out, don’t flip the table over like a crazy person.

“No, I didn’t. I was busy thinking about work,” you grumbled in a low voice.

“I was just saying that he makes a good amount of money, maybe a little more than you do. It’ll be greatly beneficial for you,” she urged you. You love your mom, you really do, but there's a time where she gets a little suffocating for you and still acts as if you’re 13, not 30.

“What are you suggesting, mom? My job is just fine and I don’t need a man to rely on for money or my future or anything at all!” You snap, forgetting that your friend is in the same room as you are right now. Hunnigan comfortingly places a hand at your back, causing you to jump a little bit before relaxing down and taking a forkful of your dinner even if your appetite is almost gone.

“Ma’am,” Hunnigan begins, placing her elbows on the table and interlocking her fingers together. “I think whoever Y/N should get with is entirely up to her– that is, if she wants someone in her life. You may be her mother but you don’t have control over how she lives and besides, she’s a grown woman.”

Your mom shuts up, her lips pressed into a thin, burgundy line. For the first time in what felt like forever, silence befalls over the three of you on the dining table. “I was her age once so I know what she’s going through. I’m just giving her suggestions on how to secure a stable future because that’s what I want for her–”

“Well, mom, surprise: I’m still not going to see him. I’m doing just fine and–”

“Y/N–”

“I’m seeing someone, okay? I have someone else!"

Those words shock everyone, including you, even if you’re quite literally the one who said that. Your mouth moved faster than your mind could move, spouting nonsense in desperation to cut this draining conversation. Hunnigan reaches over for a napkin, blotting her mouth and trying to keep her coughing subtle and quiet after choking on her white wine. Even while dabbing at her mouth and still making an active effort to keep her coughing at a minimum, her eyes are wide and bore right into you with heightened interest.

“Who are you seeing then?” Your mom breaks the silence.

“Leon,” you promptly answered. All of a sudden you’re self-conscious, worried that she’ll sense your fib and call you out. You want to smash that bottle of wine against your head and knock yourself unconscious and wistfully get sent into another existence, going missing until everyone forgets you ever existed. It’s too late to take that back now, you really had to name-drop instead of saying “someone from work”. This is going to be one hell of a dinner and even more one hell of a talk with Hunnigan.

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“Were you being for real?” Hunnigan asked. She has her arms crossed, red glasses placed on her head amongst ebony curls.

“No… we aren’t anything. Just friends,” you regretfully admitted. You rest your head against your desk, cheek in contact with the cold surface.

Hunnigan giggles, grabbing the empty office chair beside you and scoots closer. “Really. ‘Just friends’, my ass. I see the way you look at him– heart eyes and all.”

You close your eyes and groan even louder, burying your face in your hands as you recall that fuck-up from last night. She wasn’t wrong about the heart eyes; you’ve harbored feelings towards that man for years now but you were always too much of a chicken to confess your feelings. Besides, this guy probably has someone in his heart– this fact shouldn’t hurt but it kind of does but who are you to dictate who he should love?

“You’re being so helpful right now, Ingrid. Thanks a lot,” you croaked.

“Why’d you even say his name in the first place? Could’ve gone with Patrick, he and Leon are in the same department.”

Boom. Could’ve said I was seeing Patrick instead… why’d it have to be that man with his stupidly pretty blue eyes and stupidly perfect, pink lips and his stupidly smooth voice and his stupidly charming smile…

“Well– Leon and I are friends, of course he somehow popped up in my mind first! And last night was not one of my brightest moments, okay? People make mistakes!”

Ingrid laughed like it was the funniest joke she’s ever heard, leaning back into the chair and crossing her arms.

“It’s not like your mom’s going to be content with just hearing you date someone. She’s going to ask for proof and probably ask to see him, knowing her.”

“I know! I know, it’s just… imagine going up to Leon and just saying the stupidest thing ever–”

“What stupid thing are you going to say to me?” Leon suddenly chimes in. You shoot up, almost stumbling backwards in the sheer speed you just exhibited. His sudden intrusion causes explosions of pink to burst on your cheeks, eyes to be wide.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” he chuckles. I wish I was a ghost right now. I need to be 6 feet below ground.

“You’ll be in charge of keeping Y/N company the entire afternoon, Kennedy. I’ve got papers at my desk,” Hunnigan explains with a sly smirk. “Catch you later.” Leon throws her a thumbs up and as he turns around, she shoots you a wink. I swear, Hunnigan, I’m so going to throw hands with you!

“Don’t you have work to do?” You ask Leon.

“Nope. Finished them all yesterday,” he replied.

“Briefings?”

“Just came out of the last one earlier.”

“Training the rookies?”

“They don’t have training today.”

“Missions?”

“Won’t be in one as far as I know.”

Fuck he’s going to be with me all day… but didn’t I secretly wish for this…?

“What’s up with all the questions?” Leon asks. “You’re being weird today but then again, it’s not like you’re never weird.”

“Oh shut up.” You exclaim. Despite his joke, you remembered that part of Leon’s job includes being able to read people in terms of their body language which means that he would pick up whenever you were nervous around him. This is not my day.

“Well you’re always busy. It’s just new to see you not doing something,” you retort. You try to adjust your body language, making sure you look a lot less secretive and tense than you were earlier.

“And you’re the one busier than me this time,” he observes, tilting his head to the papers stacked on your desk. “I can help out if you want. They’re just reports right?”

“Um, yeah. I could use the help. That one’s the finished pile, the one beside it is the one that needs checking.”

“On it, ma’am.”

Shit that was kinda hot.

He takes a pencil from your mug and sets it right in front of him before taking a portion of the unfinished stack and placing it on the empty desk beside yours. He distances himself from you, brows furrowed in focus. He gets up and takes off his navy blue blazer, draping it over the back of his chair. If you think that was hot, he also proceeds to roll the sleeves of his crisp, white button-up up until his elbows, veins deliciously adorning his arms. His arms are straining against the fabric, ripples of his muscle bulging beneath. Leon, I swear to God, I’m going to get nothing done if you do my paperwork looking like an absolute snack– no, a 5-star Michelin meal that I can never, ever afford.

“Sight-seeing, I see.”

His voice snaps you from your swirl of diabolical thoughts, grounding you again.

“I wasn’t.”

“Your eyes on my hands told me otherwise.”

“Fuck off! Just do the paperwork!”

He simply smirks and chuckles to himself before really starting on the paperwork, blue eyes focused on the dark ink on paper, occasionally marking things. Lord have mercy, please, I just want to get work done.

Taking a deep breath, you take your own stack of papers and start work; it would be hypocritical if you kept urging Leon to work but you were just busy shamelessly drinking in your friend’s arms. Right. We’re just friends.

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Since two people worked on the papers, you managed to get them done faster than you thought. After dropping them off at your boss’ desk, you head back to your cubicle to get your things ready before clocking out for the day. Leon had already finished getting his things together and changed into black bootcut jeans and a black leather jacket over his white long sleeves, black helmet on the nook of his arm since he rode his bike home.

“You wanna ride?” Leon asks, which causes you to raise your eyebrows and smirk. “On my bike, I meant. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Of course I know what you mean, dumbass. And as much as I want to, I brought my car to work so… I’ll pass for now. Thanks though.”

He nods, before setting his helmet aside, and helping you pack your things even if they aren’t much. “Thanks again.”

“No problem.”

You two walk out of the dark office and make your way out of the building, heading for the parking lot. Just before you get into your car, he speaks up. 

“So… you know how Valentine’s Day is highly commercialized?” he begins.

“Mhm. What about it?” you asked.

“There’s this high-end restaurant downtown and they’ve got good food at the cost of a wallet-decimating bill. They’ve got a discount for couples who dine there and… I was wondering if you’d wanna come along with me as a fake date. It’ll be easy on the pocket with the discount they’re offering.”

Your eyes widen, warmth creeping up from your back and settle at the nape of your neck. It’s not like he’s even asking you out on an actual dinner date, the man just wants to have dinner that’s easy on the pockets… even if he’s out here riding on the latest model of a Ducati but he still asked you out, instead of other women in the agency– women who have fuller hips and better hair than you do. Women who you think have a better chance of catching his eye anyways.

“That sounds nice. Um, yeah sure. I’m free. I’m assuming that this is going to be on the 14th?”

“Yep. So uh… I guess that’s a date then?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

The air turned slightly awkward, you two just standing around awkwardly with gazes either downcast or focused on something else.

“I’ll- I’ll go now, Leon. Um, bye!” you say.

“Uh, bye. Get home safe and goodnight,” he responds.

With a small nod, you get in your car and start it. Buckling your seatbelt, you pull out of your parking spot and drive home. You noticed that Leon stayed behind, making sure he got to see you leave before you catch a quick glimpse of his bike’s lights from your rear-view mirror.

You still felt kind of awkward around Leon especially with last night’s mortifying cover story but luckily his chill demeanor made you feel less on the edge. You thought about all the times he made you feel flustered: when he switched places with you on the sidewalk so he’d be the one on the outer part instead; when he ran to a convenience store to get you pads and new underwear when you bled while at work; see him interacting with one of your coworker’s kids; when he pretended to be your boyfriend when several drunk guys were trying to hit on you at a bar; the endless pet names he’d give you. Sometimes it felt like flirting but you know that Leon likes to joke with anyone; maybe you’re just looking too much into things and this is just a manifestation of your growing feelings for him. It’s hard not to fall for your best friend when he’s more than just good looks and his stupid jokes and beneath those he’s a truly brave man– probably the bravest man you’ve ever met. He’s stupidly selfless; in most situations where you’d probably run away and save yourself, he’d stay behind to finish the job at the cost of his life. He’s still standing firm at the faces of mind-bending horrors, doing this because “if no one does then who will”, as he always said. He probably has someone to fight for that’s why he’s this dedicated, even if he was forced into this kind of work. With a sigh, you turn up the volume on your radio and force all your thoughts to the back of your head; you’ll bring them out again later when you get home, accompanied with a cold beer.

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“So let me get this straight: Leon asked you out for dinner?” Hunnigan’s voice comes out of your laptop.

“Yep.” you respond.

“And you two will go as a fake couple to be able to get that discount because the food is normally expensive.”

“Mhm.”

“Listen, girl. I’ve known Leon longer than you have and it’s not like he’ll just ask random women out to be his fake date.”

“He didn’t ask me to be his fake date, he just asked me to come along with him.”

“Think about it: he could’ve asked anyone. He could’ve asked me or Ashley or Shen Mei but he chose to ask you! This is something!”

“It’s nothing. Besides, I was the only one at the parking lot with him so he asked since I was the nearest.”

“Dude! He was free the whole day! He had plenty of time to look for anyone else but he chose you!”

“He wasn’t exactly free since I had him help me out with reports.”

Hunnigan lets out an exasperated sigh at the other end of the call, probably frustrated that your negative thinking is getting the best of you. The both of you stay silent for a bit, nursing your beer before taking a small sip.

“Well, regardless of whatever he thinks of me, I’m going to enjoy dinner. It wouldn’t hurt to think about it as a friendly get-together, y’know,” you speak up.

“It would hurt, Y/N. I know you; you’ll probably get home and blast your greatest heartbreak hits or something,” Hunnigan points out. You bite your lip, not even making an effort to tell her she’s wrong when she’s painfully right– you’d sulk and just berate yourself for being so pathetic with these feelings.

“You know, you should just ask Leon what you are to him. Tell him you’re not happy with all the meaningless flirting if he’s doing that with non-romantic intentions. I’m sure he’d just apologize and beat himself up over it.”

You stay silent for a little longer, thinking about Hunnigan’s words. You’re an agent, for God’s sakes– you‘re supposed to be comfortable with confronting people and you are… just not with Leon but why? What are you so afraid of? For Leon to be distant from you and your friendship fizzling out into nothing? Maybe. Just maybe.

“Yeah. You’re right. Thanks girl, that was really good advice.”

“Hey, no problem. You can always count on me with your boy problems.”

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Several days after that call, you managed to get out of work quite early. There wasn’t much to do since all papers that you and Leon did a few days ago were already good and there weren’t agents under your watch that were on overseas missions so you got off early. Since Leon offered to give you a ride to work on his bike, you didn’t bring your car along so you’ll commute going back home if you were to clock out earlier than him. You looked around for Leon, telling him that you were going to go home early to get yourself ready for the dinner “date” later this evening. You spotted him in the break room with a few other agents, chatting with Patrick.

“Leon, hey. I’ll be heading home now since I don’t have anything else to do. See you later.” You say with a small smile as you peeked around the door frame. Everyone turned from their conversations to look at you, then looked back at him.

“I can send you home, since I’m free too,” he offered. Though your gaze was on him, you could spot other agents with smirks on their faces.

“Yeah, Leon. We can take it from here, you can go out with Y/N. It’s Valentine’s Day too,” Shen Mei adds. She gives the agent beside her a small nudge with her elbow, shooting them a knowing look before shifting her eyes back to you.

“Are you okay with it, Y/N?” Leon asks. Though his voice sounds relaxed, you can see a hint of something that flashed in his eyes that you can’t quite put a finger on.

“Yeah. I’d like that,” you respond.

You swear you see Leon’s face light up when you say yes, instantly moving from where he was and going closer to you. “Let’s go.” he softly says. You don’t miss the ghost of his touch hovering over your waist, causing your heart to relentlessly pound against your ribcage. You bite back a small smile, chewing on the inside of your cheek and hoping that your cheeks don’t turn pink.

Now you two are in the parking lot, standing beside his bike. He hands you your own helmet while he wears his own, offering you his leather jacket, which you take anyways. Protection, he says.

“Hey, I think it’ll be a bit boring if you just head home so why don’t we do some things before dinner?” he suggested, putting his gloves on.

“What things?” You mused.

He averts his gaze for a little bit before continuing on, looking a little shy with his movements. “Maybe a visit to the park would be nice,” he offers in a small voice.

His sudden shyness makes you smile a little, a quiet giggling bubbles from your throat but you take his suggestion nevertheless.

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

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The afternoon was fun; you two went to the park and took nice pictures of the view, though you noticed that Leon’s pictures were mainly of you but you didn’t mind it. You also suggested having ice cream and going to an empty playground, the sight of two adults on the swings and having the time of their lives both silly and wholesome. Of course, he sent you home safe and made sure to come back in 2 hours to pick you up for dinner. This time, he said that he’ll be using his car so that the wind won’t ruin your clothes. Immediately, you dashed to your room and picked out a dress and heels that you’ll wear for the dinner while also planning the make-up look you’re going for and figuring out what hairstyle you’ll be doing. An hour later, you shower and get dressed; the dress you chose hugged your body well, which made you feel a little more confident in yourself. You got your hair styled and your make-up done, opting to do it a little different than you usually do. After getting ready, you sent pictures of yourself to Hunnigan. In response, she sent so many voice messages of encouragement where she’s practically screaming. After a few minutes of waiting, Leon calls to let you know that he’s waiting outside.

You walk out and see him leaning on the hood of his car, an elegant arrangement of flowers on one hand.

“Hey,” you softly say. He turns around and faces you, taking a hand out of his trouser’s pocket. It’s as if his eyes have the moon and stars on them, his face lighting up when he sees you. He lets go of a breath he didn’t know he held, a subtle pinkness dusting his cheeks as he places a hand on your waist and leads you to the passenger side of the car. He walks over to his side and opens up the door, taking his time in staring at you for a little more.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mutters in a low voice that’s something else entirely, his words coming out with a slight rasp.

Now it’s your turn to feel flustered; why wear blusher on your cheeks when you have Leon to keep a blush on your cheeks all night long?

“Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself, you know.”

He turns his attention to the steering wheel before he remembers to give you the bouquet, that dorky smile of his completing his look.

“Here, got you these. Just because this isn’t an actual date doesn’t mean I won’t put effort into it.”

Here we go again with another game of “is he into me or am I just looking into things too much?”.

“Thanks. These look really pretty,” you observe. You noticed that the flowers didn’t make you sneeze or cause your face to itch, much to your surprise.

“I remembered how you have allergies to flowers so I got ones that didn’t trigger an allergic reaction so I’m glad that turned out well.”

Oh. Oh.

Oh boy were you in deep. Leon Scott Kennedy, he’s really more than just a pretty face and dad jokes. He even remembers the little things. Gosh, I’m in deep.

“That’s… that’s really thoughtful of you, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem. So… shall we?”

“We shall.”

He starts the car and drives you two to the restaurant he talked about. During the entire ride, you noticed how his eyes wouldn’t stop flitting from the road and to you. You joked about keeping his eyes in front of him and how they can take their time admiring you during red lights or when you finally get to the dinner. You two sat in comfortable silence, sweet music coming from the radio filling in for the stillness inside the car. He stops at a red light, fingers drumming on the sleek leather of the steering wheel.

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” he suddenly asks.

You nod, turning your head to face him. “What is it?”

“I don’t want this to be a dinner between coworkers or friends.”

His words yank the breath from your chest, the inside of your mouth feeling a little parched. You can hear the thundering of your heart in your ears, drowning out the song on the radio.

“Huh?”

“Does this seem fake to you?”

“Yes– well, no– I mean–”

“I’m going to say it now while we’re not there yet: all this isn’t just for a discount.”

You go silent, thoughts disappearing and trying to piece things together. What does he mean by “does this seem fake” and “all this isn’t just for a discount”?

“What are you trying to tell me, Leon?”

“I heard you and Hunnigan days ago. You like me. I overheard you talking to her about your mom wanting you to see someone and then you blurting out that you were seeing me as a way to escape being set-up with some dude.”

Shit! He heard! I’m going to dive head-first into a cement-mixer right now. Argrhaghrag–

“I knew and heard that, that’s why I didn’t press any further.”

Didn’t press any further? Didn’t press with– Oh. He didn’t press any further when he suddenly piped in with his “what stupid thing are you going to tell me?” question because he already heard all the context he needed. He was just polite by not telling me he heard Every. Single. Thing.

“Listen, Leon. I’m so sorry– I was not thinking when I suddenly blurted that, I hope you don’t feel harassed or anything–”

“I like you, Y/N. That’s why I asked you, you specifically. I could’ve gone to dinner with anyone else but I didn’t.”

He runs a hand through brown locks, soft strands sifted through slender fingers.

“I asked you to dinner under the guise of wanting to take advantage of this day’s commercialization but I lied. There isn’t even a discount, actually. I just want dinner with you. The food really is great but I don’t think it’ll taste as great as eating it with someone I love.”

And to think that you didn’t expect him to ever like you.

“I don’t just want us to be friends, Y/N. Unless you think otherwise, then I’ll respect it.”

You two just sit there in total silence, some 80s romantic song serving as background music for whatever magical moment is happening right now. Leon looks a little more anxious now, sapphires shifting between your eyes and lips.

“I feel the same way too, Leon, and I don’t just want this to be a fake dinner– not ever. I just didn’t think that you’d actually get feelings for me when there’s all those other women in the office,” you shyly admit.

“I’m in love with you and you only, Y/N. They’re not you.”

Those words set off a reaction similar to a factory reset in your mind and suddenly, you don’t have a single thought and you’re not thinking before moving. You lean in from the passenger seat and with a silent prayer that his windows are tinted (highly likely they are), your hand finds its way into his blazer. You bunch the fabric up and draw him in for a kiss, shutting your eyes. You feel him tense up a little bit before he relaxes into your touch, a calloused hand reaching to cup your cheek. The soft smack of lips can be heard inside the car before you pull away, half-lidded eyes staring straight into inky pupils that swallowed all the blue in his eyes. Your gaze is downcast, admiring the glossy smear of your pink lip gloss on his lips.

“I bet I look real good with your kiss,” he rasps with a small smirk.

“I bet you’ll look better without these later,” you hinted while eyeing his suit, giving him a wink.

“Oh?”

This was not how you thought your dinner night would play out but you didn’t mind.

NOTE - Finally done with 3/4 Valentine's fics!!! Personally, I don't think anyone's getting me anything for Valentine's Day but a girlie can continue to dream :') I finally got to see my grades and I'm really happy with how it turned out-- all my grades (except for one subject-- WHICH IS NOT MATH surprisingly) went up by several percent so I hope I get to do the same thing this quarter!!!! Anyways, that's it and thank you for reading this fic!!!!! I <;333333 U

The dividers are made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

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[stairain]

Truth of a Lifetime.

After a long day at work, you want nothing more than to unwind with your best friend, but playing a game of drunk Truth or Dare was definitely not what you had in mind. 

Part 2

Warnings: Sub Spencer, friends to lovers, drinking, dry humping/grinding, cumming in pants, choking, begging. 

WC: 3.5K

You knocked on Spencer’s door and patiently waited outside for him to open up. He didn’t know that you were going to show up, but you had a hard day at work and needed to unwind in the best way you knew how. In your hand was a tote bag that contained a variety of alcoholic drinks.

He opens the door and sees you, smiling brightly. He steps back and holds the door open for you.

“Is there something wrong?”

You look up at him with a tired smile and nod.

“Yes.. People at work have been awfully annoying recently, I don’t know what it is but most of them just lack so much common sense it makes me feel bad for them.”

You continue rambling as you walk through his door and sit down on his couch with the bag next to you. Spencer nods, understanding, and sits down next to you.

“What’s in the bag?”

He looks at you expectantly while he waits for you to say what you brought. You look over at him and reach into the bag, pulling out various bottles of alcohol. You held them all by their caps and set them down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Our favorite.”

His eyes light up when you pull out his favorite brand of whiskey. 

“You are the best, you know that?” He smiles at you and reaches over to grab the bottle. He moves closer to you on the couch.

“How has your day been other than the annoying co-workers?” He looks down at your tired eyes as he twists open the cap.

You grab a bottle of your own and twist the top off, taking a swig before talking.

“Uneventful.. Missed you, if you want me to be honest.”

Spencer blushes slightly at your admission. He looks down for a moment and then nods. 

“Well, I missed you too.” He turns his attention to his own bottle and takes a swig of whiskey, enjoying the burning warmth of it as he slowly swallows.

You notice the blush on his face, but you brush it off. You’ve always had a small crush on him, but it always seemed far fetched that he returned those feelings. You push those thoughts to the side as you take another drink.

He sighs quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment between you two. He looks over at you as you drink, and he gently puts his hand on your knee, brushing it with his thumb.

“You alright? I know that work can be frustrating. If you ever want to talk about it, you know you can always talk to me.”

He looks into your eyes, his heart racing. He’s never been good at this kind of thing, but he would do anything to have you by his side and happy. You shook your head and chuckled lightly. 

“Yeah Spence, I’m alright.. Just need a little bit of a break, you know?”

Your friend nods in understanding.

“Yeah, I think we all need a break sometimes.” He takes another swig of his whiskey and then looks at you again. The look he’s giving you is different from before. His eyes are filled with a strange feeling.. a soft feeling. A feeling he doesn’t feel all the time, almost like.. love. He takes a deep breath as he, or the alcohol, works up the courage to speak.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

You huff out a small laugh at his question and take a small sip. He was always a lightweight, so you weren’t entirely surprised he had asked you that. “I’ve heard it before..” Spencer’s face turns light red at your uninterested response.

“Well, um.. how about.. uh, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and your intelligence is unmatched by anyone else. You’re one of a kind.”

He clears his throat and takes another sip of whiskey, wishing he had just never spoken at all. With every word he felt like he was digging himself a deeper hole to die in. 

You snort and push him by his shoulder.

“You’re such a loser.” You tease him in a lighthearted tone. When you stop laughing, an idea pops into your head and you turn back to him.

“Wanna play a game?”

“What do you have in mind?” The brunet leans back on the couch, his arms folded loosely over his chest as he waits to hear what kind of game you’re talking about.

“You ever played truth or dare?” You lean forward a bit towards him with a smirk on your face. You drop the bottle between your legs and brush a piece of hair out of your face.

Spencer nods and his eyes can’t help but flicker down to the drink between your thighs, he regards it with envy.

“Yeah, back when I was a kid. I don’t remember the last time I played it though. What are the rules?” He asked curiously. He’s a little bit hesitant about this game, but it’s you after all, and he can’t say no to anything you offer.

You roll your eyes and take one more sip from your drink before setting it on the table.

“If I ask you “Truth or Dare” and you say truth, I get to ask you anything I want and you have to answer honestly. And if you say dare, then I get to tell you to do anything, and you have to do it. Ring a bell?”

Spencer nods, his heart fluttering in his chest at the possible implications in your voice. 

“Yeah.. yeah, I understand. Uh, Truth or Dare?”

He smiles at you dorkily, waiting for your reply.

“Truth.” You quietly say, bringing the bottle back up to your lips and sipping. 

“Have you ever… had feelings for me?” Spencer holds his breath, waiting for your answer. This moment is too perfect to ruin, and yet he feels he just did. He stares at you with wide eyes and holds your gaze, hoping for a positive response.

Your eyes widen a bit and you take a longer swig of your drink, you’d need it.

“You know, for someone who didn’t even remember the rules, you’re awfully bold.” You joke and think to yourself before answering “Uh.. I think back when I first met you, I had a small crush on you.”

What a liar you were.

Spencer’s face lights up at your answer, and he laughs. He leans in closer, his face inches away from yours as he holds his breath. “And now?” He whispers, his eyes meeting yours. “Do you still have that small crush?”

You push him away as you feel your nerves rising in your body, with a small laugh, you shake your head in amusement.

“Hey, it’s my turn now.” You did whatever you could to avoid answering the question that was so obviously hung over the both of you. “Truth or Dare, Spence?”

Spencer smiles at the dodge. “Dare.” He leans back in his seat and looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to tell him what you want him to do. He feels butterflies in his stomach whenever he looks into your eyes. Everything you do makes his heart race.

You bite your lip in thought before snapping your neck to look at him. “I dare you to.. Tell me what’s on your mind, Spence.” You’ve known him for so long now, it’d be a crime not noticing something was bothering him.

Spencer takes a moment, considering what you’re asking. Eventually, he decides to be completely honest with you. He takes a deep breath and strains out his words.

“Alright, here it goes…I-I want to kiss you.” His heart pounds in his ribcage as he waits for your response to his admission.

You can’t help but laugh at his confession, not taking it seriously. Instead, you reach out and take his bottle of whiskey out of his hands and place it on the coffee table.

“I think you’ve been drinking too much, Spence.”

His heart falls as you respond. He looks down in disappointment, biting his lip.

“Was my answer that bad?” He sighs and leans back on the couch. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I have had too much.”

“It wasn’t bad, Spence.. I just don’t think you know what you’re saying right now..” You give him a sympathetic look. You really wanted to believe he felt the same way about you, but he’s never said this sober.. you had no other choice but to believe it was just the alcohol talking.

He nods, understanding what you’re saying. He sighs, accepting his fate and wishing he hadn’t been so foolish.

“Well.. I guess I should stop before I say anything else as stupid as that, hm?” He looks down at his feet as a hint of red flushes through his cheeks. He’s too embarrassed to look at you. “How about you? Truth or Dare?”

You sigh and look up at him with a forced smile. You so badly wished he meant what he said, but you knew better. “Dare.”

He smiles at you and sits up straight. Despite his previous rejection, it doesn’t deter his advances towards you. He wanted you so badly he’d do anything it took.

“I dare you.. to kiss me.”

He has a big dumb smile on his face, biting his lip in anticipation. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you furrow your brows for a moment before speaking.

“Spence.. are you sure? Y-You’re drunk.” You could tell he was much more under the influence than you were, or at least, that’s what it seemed like. The last thing you wanted to do was take advantage of him. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m positive. I know what I’m asking for.” He smiles softly at you as he leans over towards you. He brings his mouth close to yours, his heart racing as he waits for you to close the distance and meet him in the middle. 

You swallow nervously before nodding to yourself. You look down to his lips, then up to his glossy eyes, and you lean forward, pressing your soft lips against his.

Spencer sighs softly as the two of you kiss, his liquor soaked lips lingering on yours. He smiles into the kiss, his heart beating heavily in his chest. He pulls away, breathing shallowly as he smiles at you. His face is as red as an apple, and he still can’t believe this is happening.

“Was that alright?”

You lick your bottom lip and nod. “Y-Yeah.. That was, good.” You nervously say before backing away from him and clearing your throat. “Truth or Dare..?”

Spencer nods, smiling thoughtfully.

“Truth.”

His heart is still racing with excitement, and he can’t believe you kissed him. He feels like the luckiest man alive.

“Ask anything. I’ll answer it truthfully, I promise.”

You take a deep breath and bite your lip, not sure if it was a good idea to ask this question.

“What’s.. What’s the weirdest thing you’re into.. like, sexually?”

Spencer blushes and hides his face in his hands as he tries to gather the courage to answer the question. You can’t help but smile at how adorable he was.

“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?” He looks at you through his fingers with a nervous smile, his face burning as he waits for your response. You give him a reassuring nod.

“Yes, Spence. I’ll make you a deal.. you tell me this, and I’ll give you my answer as well..”

The man looks at you for a moment before sighing and brushing his sweaty hair from his face.

“Okay.. but I want you to be honest about your answer as well. No lying.” Spencer clears his throat and his voice lowers as he speaks. “I.. like being choked. Do you find that weird? G-God, I’m sorry..”

You quirk a brow at his answer, and lean forward to place your bottle on the table next to his.

“That’s not weird, Spence. That’s actually really, really hot..” 

He chuckles in disbelief, feeling a rush of excitement run up his hot skin.

“Really? You’re being honest?” Spencer leans in slightly, a smile on his face as he waits for your confirmation that you’re in fact not lying.

You nod and bite your lip, and you think to yourself for a moment before speaking. “So you’re actually into being choked, Spence?”

Spencer nods excitedly. “Yes.. I-I just find it so… liberating. I can’t really explain it, but it’s like, it helps me release the tension I feel sometimes. It’s calming, almost…” He dips his head down to laugh at his lack of coherence. 

“I’ll be honest, I don’t even understand it myself.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks back up at you. 

“Does it turn you on?” Your body moves closer to him as you wait for his answer. His heart races and he fears you can feel just how hard it’s pounding in his chest. 

“Yes.. I have to admit that it does turn me on quite a bit.” Spencer looks down for a moment, his face a bright red as the butterflies in his stomach go wild.

As you take in his answer, you move your body so you’re situated on his lap, and looking down at him. You can feel the half-hard erection he’s been sporting for the past few minutes, and it makes you bite your lip at the feeling. 

“So if I did this..” One of your hands reached out and wrapped firmly around his throat. “How would you feel, Spence?” 

Spencer’s eyes go wide as the blood rushes to his face, and his cock. His body shivers, and his eyes turn into a mixture of shock and pure joy. He nods at you over and over.

“Oh.. y-yeah.. oh god..” His breath catches in his throat and he bites his lip, enjoying the feeling of your hand against his neck. “Re-Really good..” 

The grip you have in his throat tightens at his reaction, and you feel arousal rushing through your body at hearing him moan. There’s a warm pool of slick gathering in your panties, and there’s no doubt he can feel the heat your cunt is radiating for him.

Spencer gasps for air as your grip tightens. His heart beats wildly as his vision gets foggy. The feeling is intoxicating to him.

“M-More.. do it again. Please.” He moans softly. “Harder..” 

At his pleads, you oblige and squeeze him harder, further restricting his airflow. You watch with fascination at the way his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling, and you can feel him harden underneath you. 

Your clothed cunt clenches at the feeling of his hardness under you, and you give a deep roll of your hips down onto him. The friction against your clit made you moan, and you knew you immediately needed more.

Spencer’s breaths become erratic and short as a wave of pure pleasure spreads through his body. He’s almost in a trance-like state due to the lack of air and stimulation of his cock pressed against you, and he shakes his head from side to side in an unspoken refusal to stop.

“D-Don’t stop..” His face is flushed and he has the biggest, stupidest grin on his face. “Harder..”

You drag your pussy over him again and again, the movements of your humping only getting stronger with each moment that passes. It makes his eyes flutter shut in an attempt to not immediately explode right then and there.

“Stay still, love..” You whisper lowly into his ear as your hand slowly squeezes his neck harder. Spencer’s breath hitches at the sound of your voice and your grip slowly tightening. He’s completely helpless under your control, and all this pleasure he feels.. he’s getting closer and closer to the edge.

 “I… I…” He groans softly as you speak, his hands curling into fists as they grip the couch. As you choke him, you’re letting out breathless moans of your own at the tingling feeling you’re granting yourself by grinding down against his throbbing member. It felt so good, it made your head spin. 

“Can I kiss you, Spence?” Your voice is breathy, and your grip loosens slightly as you look into his blissful eyes.

Spencer nods, the breath catching in his throat as his vision gets spotty. His senses are being overwhelmed by a combination of the lack of air and the pleasure. He lets out another groan.

“Y-Yes, please…” He breathes heavily as he waits for you to kiss him. His hips begin to cant up into you, assisting your grinding against him. The feeling it provided made him whimper against your lips. He could feel the way your slippery pussy glided over his pulsing length, he was so hard it was beginning to hurt, but the both of you knew he wouldn’t be lasting long anyways. 

You lean down to press a passionate, lust filled kiss to his lips. You snake your tongue in his mouth and feel him panting for air. The hand around his throat only tightens as you kiss him. Spencer’s hands reach out to grip your hips, and begin to urgently pull you down against his body, so the two of you were desperately humping at each other like nothing else mattered. 

Moan after moan started to pour into your mouth from his, and with the way he’s grinding his pelvis up on you and how he’s needily drawing your body and the drenched fabric of your pants over him, he was already too far gone. 

Your touch and kiss send him over the edge, a wave of pleasure crashing over him like an ocean wave. He breaks the kiss as he grits his teeth to moan loudly and throw his head back. The air is slowly cut off from his lungs, and he struggles to breathe as his vision slowly begins to fade. His mind is in a complete and utter daze, and his only thoughts are of you. He’s in your complete control and at your mercy.

“F-Fuck, oh my- ah.” 

In a final move, you press down your body harder in his lap, and smirk at the feeling of him shooting his cum into his boxers, and soiling the fabric. You could feel the shuddering thrusts of his hips as he poured his release into his clothing. A warm, squishy sensation bloomed over his lap, and it made you smile evilly. 

You lean down to press quick kisses all over his face as you continue to choke him to completion.

Spencer’s muscles go rigid, the tingling sensation in his body is overwhelming. His face is completely red now but his breath begins to come in short gasps as you continue, even despite his release.

“Oh g-god…” He bites his lip, his mind blanking as his body shivers. He’s never enjoyed anything so much in his life. 

You moan against his skin at the noises he makes and your hand gently loosens its grip around him, and you continue to kiss his face to help him through his embarrassingly easy orgasm.

He shudders in your arms, his body slowly going limp. His breathing is heavy as his body is still shaking from you choking him. He stares up at you in a mixture of shock and pure contentment, and he can’t possibly bring himself to speak now. 

You pull away and look down at him with a smile on your face. A hand reaches out to push sweaty strands of hair out of his face and you tuck it behind his ear. 

“How do you feel?”

Spencer’s body starts to calm itself down, but his breath is still shaky. He looks back up at you, his face still red but glowing in the warmth of your touch. He smiles at you as he shakily answers.

“Like my soul left my body. That was.. I don’t even know how to describe it. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Spencer’s eyes meet yours and he takes a deep breath. “It was worth it though. Definitely the best truth I’ve ever answered..” He smirks and bites his lip at his own teasing tone.

You roll your eyes at his comment, for someone who just came in their pants like a pathetic bitch, he was awfully cocky. 

“You're such a loser, Spence.”

Spencer chuckles softly and nods at your response, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into a soft hug. 

“Yeah.. I probably am. But, at least I’m your loser.”

His heart flutters as he looks down at you, still unable to contain his happiness. He’s quiet for a moment before he shoots you a small pout.

“You never told me the weird thing you’re into..” 

Your eyes meet his expecting ones, and you laugh in his face at how eager he looks already, despite his heavy chest, sweaty face, and drenched pants. 

“Calm down, love. Give it a few minutes then maybe I’ll show you.” 

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[maybankswhore]

𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

SUMMARY: you see rafe for the first time since getting together with jj & it doesn’t hurt.

PAIRING(S): jj maybank x fem!reader + a little bit of rafe cameron x fem!reader.

WARNINGS: cursing.

you can read part one here! but it’s not really needed to read for this particular plot. this isn’t proofread & it is a bit long so maybe a dragging on dialogue warning ha.

Things had went really good with you and JJ. It had almost felt like a breath of fresh air , peaceful. He was always kind to you and loving , always making sure to dote on you even when you complained about it— picking you up after every shift at work and learning to braid your hair so you didn’t have to do it because you always whined about it hurting your arms. It was the little things that caused your heart to grow fonder and before you knew it , the two of you became attached at the hip.

Everyone on the island could see the red hearts following you two around wherever you went , always swooning and smiling when they saw you.

JJ had been the happiest he had ever been with you. As cliché as it sounded— he’d go on and on to anyone that asked about you that you literally were the girl of his dreams. He adored everything about you from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed really hard , to the way you always slept with one leg out from under the covers. You were kind , and loving and everything he always swore he’d never get. Most of all— he felt safe.

Today his arm was thrown around you as you and the rest of the Pogue’s stood around the bonfire. Your giggles were contagious to everyone around you as you humored JJ’s antics , finding every joke to be the most funny. Perhaps it was a tad bit annoying , but you really just found JJ’s personality so fun. He always knew how to lighten the mood and make a joke that turned everyone’s day around.

In the middle of JJ leaning down to whisper in your ear , your eye’s flickered over to Sarah when she groaned loudly. “Of course he’s here.”

Your stomach had flipped as you followed her eyes to the side of you. Her brother stood a few feet away from you with his friends , watching you. You were shocked to see him. He usually never came on this side of the island , always rambling on about how ‘disgusting’ it was and ran by Pogue’s. You hadn’t meant to make eye contact with him , but when you did your stomach had began flipping in knots.

“I’m sorry , Y/N/N. I didn’t know he was coming or I would’ve said something.” Sarah apologized. The sound of her voice finally made you break away and look at her , shaking your head with a smile.

“It’s fine , Sarah.”

JJ scoffed. “Like hell it is.” His grip tightened around your shoulders protectively , shooting Rafe glares that was only answered in cocky smirks. “He really has some nerve showing his face here.”

Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you anxiously fell into JJ’s embrace , wrapping your own arm around his waist to settle his nerves. “Let’s not worry about him , alright?”

JJ glanced down at you and studied your face quickly. What was he looking for? He wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was him just being insecure or stupidly jealous , but he knew that Rafe had once been your everything. John B had told him numerous times the stories he’d heard from Sarah and how much you cried over him , how much the two of you would fight. JJ wasn’t an idiot and he knew relationships like that left their mark , but feeling you nuzzle yourself innocently into him while looking up at him with a small smile caused his shoulders to relax slowly. “’m okay. Fine. But he says one wrong things and it’s over—”

Sensing all of his tension melt away , you grinned and stood up as tall as you could to press a kiss to your cheek. You tried to ignore the way Rafe’s eyes burned in the back of your skull. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or uncomfortable— you just didn’t want any drama or conflict. You had avoided it thus far and you wanted to do your best to keep it that way despite Rafe being known as the biggest drama queen on the island.

JJ cheeks blushed that color pink you loved seeing. One that always coated his cheeks after every kiss , even though you had done it so many times before that. The butterflies were still very much alive.

The night went on pretty peacefully. You had drank a little but not enough to be absolutely intoxicated. The six of you had ended up sitting on the logs rather than standing , each pair engrossed in their own conversations. JJ wasn’t too far from you , laughing loudly with Pope and John B. You , Sarah , and Kiara huddled together giggling amongst yourselves.

“John B let me do his makeup the other night.” Sarah confessed with a girlish giggle , her eyes becoming slightly hooded from the drinks she had. Her confession made you and Kiara burst into laughter.

“Please tell me you took a picture of that.” Kiara clapped her knee , doubled over with laughter.

“Sadly I couldn’t. It was a part of the deal.” Sarah sighed sadly. “For my eyes only! Literally. I couldn’t even take a picture and hide it in a folder.”

The pout on her face made you chuckle before pulling out your own phone. You quickly searched for the picture of JJ that you had taken not too long ago , a full face of makeup on. After bugging him for days , JJ had finally given in. “Your man sucks , tell him get like mine.” You teased , giving your phone to them to see the picture of JJ posing proudly.

The picture had sent them over the edge. The expression on JJ’s face as he posed for you , holding out a peace sign and popping out his hip that you had for one of your Instagram pictures.

“Send that to me now.” Kiara snatched the phone away from Sarah to send it to herself. “This is definitely gonna come in handy one day.”

Gasping , you ripped the phone out of her hand before she could press send. “He’d never let me do it again if you did that.” You argued.

Kiara struggled to speak through her laughter. “Yeah right! He’d do anything you’d tell him to.”

“That boys got it bad.” Sarah drawled out , singing the last word softly. Kiara nodded in agreement making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah whatever.” You sighed.

Sarah quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh come on , Y/N. You’ve gotta know he’d get down on all fours and bark if you wanted.”

“Can we actually see that?” Kiara teased. “Please tell him to do that and let me know when so I can get my camera ready.”

“You guys , leave him alone!” Defending JJ , you glanced over at him to check on him. His hands were frailed in the area around him as he told whatever story he was telling passionately , and you couldn’t help but watch him with a smile.

Kiara pretended to throw up. “You guys are so fucking disgusting.”

“I think it’s adorable.” Sarah cooed , making you grin at her. “I never seen you that happy with my brother.” She said while crinkling her nose. The drinks making her tongue loose. The mention of Rafe made your blood run cold , the whole relationship still stinging at a certain part of you. You were over him— completely , but he damaged a big part of you. She must’ve noticed your face fall and her eyes widened in shame. “Oh shit , I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off.

“Yeah don’t be.”

You jumped at the sound of Rafe’s voice booming behind you. Those three words making everyone’s head snap towards him. Before you had a chance to say anything JJ was on his feet , walking right over to you. “The fuck are you doing?”

JJ’s hand wrapped around your bicep and gently helped pull you up , bringing you as close to him as he could. He kept his shoulders square and his jaw up , showing Rafe who was in charge.

Rafe chuckled lowly and put his hands up defensively. “What? Can’t come see my sister?”

“Don’t use me as your excuse , Rafe.” Sarah snapped at him , annoyed her brother was yet again— causing more drama with her friends.

“Yeah we all know you’re here to be some creep and stalk , Y/N.” Kiara snarled towards him. Her hands were in fists at her sides.

Rafe ignored them and discarded them with the roll of his eyes. They flickered to JJ’s attitude , then to his arm on your shoulder then back to your face. He was quiet for a minute as he thought of what to say. Though you could barely meet his eyes. “So that’s why you blocked my number.” Rafe’s nose scrunched at the thought of you with JJ , disgust dripping off his words. “Thought you had better taste than that.”

“You got a problem , man?” JJ’s arm was off of you as fast as it was put there. Bucking up to Rafe who didn’t so much as flinch.

“Let me talk to her.” Was all he said.

“Not gonna happen , Cameron.” JJ laughed bitterly. He made sure to stand in front of you , blocking you away from him.

“Why?” Rafe cocked his head to the side. “Scared that’s all it takes to have her come running back?”

JJ was fast as he lifted his arm but not fast enough for Pope to come to your defense , knowing that was the last thing you wanted. “JJ , bro , calm down.”

Taking in a shaky breath , you grabbed JJ’s shoulder to get his attention. The minute he felt you touch him , he spun around— ignoring Rafe’s existence. “Let’s just go , me and you.”

Nodding with a small smile you slid your arm down to his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I need to talk to Rafe first.” You muttered. JJ’s eyes went wide and immediately shook his head.

“Y/N , no.”

“JJ , yes.” You told him softly. You cupped his cheek gently in hopes it’d calm him down. “We’ll leave right after. We’ll leave.” You emphasized.

Rafe grumbled at the interaction in front of him. Like a child , he held his stomach like he was going to he physically ill from it but you ignored him.

JJ studied your face , scanning it for any sign he needed to worry. But your eyes were soft , and your touch felt genuine. He couldn’t help but sigh and nod , knowing that you needed that closure— and he’d even feel better knowing it was closed.

“If he touches you it’s over with.” JJ muttered before kissing your lips softly , holding it there as a message to Rafe.

When you pulled away , he stepped to the side and Rafe’s attention went to you— a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d come to your senses.”

“Shut up or I’m walking away from you.” You glared at him , walking away in the opposite direction knowing he’d follow. Rafe winked at JJ who flipped him off , and did as you expected.

You crossed your arms as you stood to face him , the sight of him didn’t make your heart clench , it didn’t make your throat close or your head hurt like crazy. Standing in front of you was just Rafe , not the Rafe you had once loved. Not the Rafe you spent months with— years , almost with. A person.

“I need you to know that it’s over you.”

“It’s not—”

“It is.” You cut him off with a shake of your head. “What happened between us means nothing to me anymore and frankly , you mean nothing to me.” Instead of hurt , you felt angry. Angry that he had the nerve to walk up to your group of friends , that he thought it’d be light hearted and quirky and somehow gain your attention once again.

“You don’t mean that.” Rafe shrugged. “You’ve had your fun , okay? We’ll work it out. I forgive you for messing with that dirty little Pogue and you can forgive me about what happened—” He went to move closer but you backed away.

“No.” Firmly standing your ground , you looked him in the eyes. “I don’t forgive you for what happened and believe me I tried that ‘forgive but don’t forget’ bullshit but you don’t deserve for me to forget. You hurt me , Rafe. You really hurt me. I loved you so much and you did time and time again. I loved you and you took advantage of that so honestly— fuck you.” Your pointer finger stared at him accusingly. “Fuck you for wasting my fucking time. This is it. This is the closure and after this I never want to talk to you again.”

Rafe stared at you like you had grown a third head. In all the time he had known you , he had never seen you like this. So bold and outspoken. You weren’t that timid girl who was too afraid to order her own meal at a restaurant anymore. “You don’t love him.” Was all he could say , his tongue poking his cheek. He wouldn’t show it and he wouldn’t say it— but it hurt him more than he thought it would. Maybe he never thought you’d get over him. Maybe he assumed you’d take him right back and blow off whatever guy was occupying your time. Sure it had been a couple months , but you couldn’t have fallen in love. You couldn’t have.

“I–I do.” Though you hadn’t admitted it to JJ just yet , you knew that you did. “And it’s right this time.”

“JJ Maybank?” Rafe said his name like it was the most outlandish thing in the world. “Really?”

“Really , Rafe. He doesn’t cheat on me at every party. He doesn’t laugh at me when I cry because the movie’s sad. He lets me listen to whatever I want in the car and he laughs at my jokes. He likes when I wear that red dress and heels. He loves me for all that I am and never tries to change that.” Everything had seemed to make sense in your head as you explained it to him , saying it out loud like that.

“Y/N—”

“You don’t love me , Rafe. You loved how I loved you.” You told him with your voice going softer. “But I know somewhere inside of you is capable of loving someone the way JJ loves me and when you find her , don’t make out with every girl you see and take lines of their ass.” You laughed , laughed at something that once broke your heart into a million pieces but now it humorous to you. Healed.

Rafe couldn’t find the words to say. His mouth couldn’t even open at that. He just stood there and watched you walk away back into JJ’s arms who instinctively wrapped around you , rubbing up and down the skin. He watched as he kissed you and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck , giggling and blushing like you once did with him.

It was too late to be sorry and he realized that.

You had started over. You began to fall in love all over again and Rafe was old news to you now— and it hurt a little more than he realized it would.

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[maislovebot]

Tbh this is just me rambling about how Atsushi loves eating you out because I love him and I’m sick and have nothing better to do

Today I saw someone say that Atsushi wouldn’t really care for eating you out and all I could think was ‘did we watch the same show??’ and I wrote this out of retaliation LMAO

Atsushi eats, and he eats good. He loves to give you head, there’s something about dipping his tongue between your folds and holding your hips down and eating you out until you go numb and your vision goes white. He also loves to pin you down while he eats you out. He’s not sure why, but something about gripping the crux of your knee and pushing your legs back until your knees are touching your shoulders is so hot to him. When he does this, your cunt is practically on display to him, and just the thought of that drives him insane.

He so badly wants to pin your legs back and eat you out for as long as you can handle, but he knows it’s not realistic. He knows he probably couldn’t dedicate hours of his time to just eating you out, but he can surely try. Just the thought of your thighs clenching around his head while he bends you in half is so hot to him.

These thoughts often bleed into his head during work. Specifically if he’s been doing paperwork all day, his back is sore from the cheap chairs, his brain hurts from staring at a screen all day, and then there’s you, who single handedly manages to make even the mundane more interesting. His thoughts start wholesome, just thinking about finally getting home from work and getting to hold you close on his bed, getting to nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck, then he’s thinking about nuzzling his head between your thighs, and now he’s zoning out with a dumb smile on his face while he thinks about eating you out for as long as you can handle.

Before he knows it, he’s desperate and he gets even more red from Kunikida questioning him as to why he looks so red. Kunikida goes on a short rant about how if he needs a short break, Yosano’s office is right around the corner, but before he’s done Atsushi is running off to the storage closet to take some deep breaths and calm down. He doesn’t want to jerk off at work, so he tries his hardest to get you out of his head, but it obviously doesn’t work. He ends up just suffering for the rest of the day with his head on the desk.

Once he’s finally back from work, he is practically all over you. He’s like your shadow, patiently waiting for you to lay down on the bed, then finally begging to do what he’s been thinking about all day. And he does not give it up. Before you know it, you’re drooling and whining and pulling at his hair while he does exactly what he was dreaming about and pushes your knees up to the sides of your head (with a pillow under you as a sort of brace) as he fucks you with his tongue. He’s forcing his tongue as deep as it can go and tasting you from the inside. He hasn’t even glanced up at you once the entire time, he’s so focused on your taste. Anytime you twitched and tightened your thighs around his head as you got closer to orgasm was like a sense of relief for him. You didn’t even notice the tears beginning to sting your eyes from the sheer overstimulation.

He loved tasting you, but at a certain point he figured he should begin to stimulate your clit, the way you were bucking your hips up and into his face was very telling. He placed his tongue directly on your clit and began to lick stripes up it and you swore you could see stars. Your head turned to the side as the grip on his hair loosened because you didn’t have the strength to grip it anymore. He loved it. Even after you were exhausted and tired, he couldn’t stop. He made sure to get you to come just a few more times to play it safe, and he finally stopped holding onto your thighs for dear life. Once he finally pulled away, he was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

There you were, with your hair disheveled and sweat dripping down your forehead as you breathed heavily. There were small tears bubbling at the corners of your half lidded eyes, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He looked down and saw you twitch every so often from the effects he had on you. There was slick dripping down your thighs and onto the bed, leaving it a stain you both would definitely have to clean up later. He could see small bruises on your thighs from his tight grip on you, and he did feel bad, but a carnal part of him loved the sight. He finally took a look at himself, and he couldn’t help but notice the embarrassing stain on the front of his pants. He didn’t even try to receive any form of stimulation the entire time, and yet he somehow came completely untouched.

He glanced back up at your face, smiling at the way you whispered for him to come closer. He could tell your voice was rubbed raw from the amount of noise he had made, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Wc - 0.8k

This was so hot it started getting hard to type because I was getting that weak feeling I always get across my entire body when I'm super turned on. Just writing this a/n was difficult so I apologize for any spelling errors in advance..:3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bungou stray dogs x you #atsushi nakajima x reader smut #nakajima atsushi #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima x reader #bungou stray dogs atsushi #atsushi x reader #atsushi nakajima

[oddballsducks]

Honestly I think the best way they could have integrated Della into the comics is for her to be a character that only shows up for special issues.

First off, let’s just establish the unspoken requirements that must be met for Della’s existence:

1. She can’t be dead, because that’s too sad. These stories are for kids, remember!

2. She can’t be around, alive and well, either, because then it wouldn’t make sense for HDL to continue living with Donald if Della is there, and that would mess up the status quo. You can never change the status quo, especially a fact so important as “Donald is the triplets’ guardian.”

3. But she can’t be a bad mother or a bad person either! Again, that would be too sad for a Disney comic!

And that’s the reason Duck comic writers have simply ignored the concept of Della entirely, because it’s practically impossible to meet all these rules at once. They just pretend she doesn’t exist, and never existed in the first place.

And then That Comic happens. The 2014 Dutch Della Duck comic. It provides the story that Della is currently traveling in a rocket so quickly that the last (however old the triplets are, minus a couple of months or so, given they were babies when she left) years have only been 15 minutes to her. She will stay in space for another hour before returning home, not knowing it will actually be a few decades. The triplets don’t tell their mother about her situation for honestly no good reason, but that’s a different post.

This story meets the Della Requirements! Della is a good mom, she is alive, but she also isn’t coming back anytime soon.

But it’s still a pretty sad outcome, in my opinion, because Della is unknowingly stuck in space decades, and she’ll miss her children’s entire lives. She can never show up in stories.

I’ve thought of a better way to fit Della into the comics and meet the Requirements:

Just have her be working all the time as a pilot. She’s flying around between different countries all the time, so she leaves the kids with Donald. She could even be a military pilot, if they want to do that. And she can come back to Duckburg when she’s on leave/a break, and we can have a story with her in it every so often, but not so often she’s a main character. It’s the best compromise, I’m telling you.

She’s alive, she’s a good mom, and Donald still gets to be HDL’s main caregiver.

Anyway I’m tired so this might be worded awkwardly in some places and be rambly.

#duckverse #disney ducks #duck comics #donald duck #della duck #ducktales #disney duckverse #disney duck comics #huey dewey and louie #huey duck #dewey duck #louie duck

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the always amazing @rogerzsteven (new fic drop!) @ebdaydreamer @bidisasterbuckdiaz (new fic drop!) @theotherbuckley @wikiangela @daffi-990 and @tizniz (new fic drop!) Thank you all so much and go check out their works!

Doing this on my lunch break, so dropping this snippet from NFL Buck real quick! Hope ya'll enjoy! All things NFL Buck.

It’s their second date after getting back together, after Eddie had attended his first session of therapy and his mind had been whirling, stuck on one particular question. It took him until the main course was served to finally ask, “When did you know?” Evan pulls his hungry gaze from his steaming plate of lasagna to look at Eddie in confusion, “Um, I told you about this place and their lasagna like a week ago and if I recall you-“ “No, not when you knew what you wanted for dinner. Jesus Christ, we really need to take a closer look at your meal plan with how often good food is on your mind.” Eddie snarks. Buck shrugs, unaffected by Eddie’s bitchy remark, “Well now you know the way to my heart.” Then winks. Flustered at his boyfriend’s shameless flirting, Eddie sputtered and flushed.  “You-Evan-you are just-“ The college quarterback chuckled and reached across the table to take Eddie’s hand, “God you are so easy to rile up, its adorable.” He gives his hand a squeeze three times and ducks his head to meet Eddie’s dropped gaze, “Just tell me what you meant. When did I know what?” Eddie sucks in a breath then pushes it out and puts his entire focus on Evan, “When did you know you were bi-sexual?” His boyfriend’s eyes go slightly wide, but he doesn’t look away and the grip on Eddie’s hand tightens, “What-um, what brought this on?” He asks. “Therapy.” Eddie responded, dropping his voice to a lower volume, “I brought up our date to Frank and he steered the conversation into the whole sexual identity and near the end, he told me I should hear other queer stories and that’ll help give me a better understanding of… well who I am.” “That makes a lot of sense. Seeing and hearing others in the community, helps makes sense of the world and shows that you are not alone.” Evan nods in understanding, “So, it’s not just the when of it all, but how too?” “Yea, yea. But you – you don’t have to tell me any of it. Frank pointed out that no one, not even you, owes me their story. I just… Well, I feel really comfortable and safe with you, and I hope it’s the same with me for you. You know? And I always want to know more about you, and this is a part of it. Also, it’s just so- “ “Hey, hey, hey. Eddie. You’re rambling. Which is my thing.” Buck cuts in, giving Eddie a chance to suck in break in his word spew. The younger man chuckles, “Going give me quite the complex directing all this at me.” “I’m sorry.” Eddie breaths out, gripping Evan’s hand tighter. “No apologies needed. Seriously. I am really honored, because I do feel comfortable and safe with you and I am so fucking ecstatic that you do as well.” ‘I feel like I could give you, my heart.’ Eddie thought but doesn’t voice the words. It’s too soon, he just got Evan back, and he’s just beginning to untangle the mess that was his mind and life. Instead, he says, “Me too.” He eases his grip and begins to play with Buck’s fingers, “So you’ll tell me?”

Getting some backstory of the boys and yes a version of Tommy is a part of it.

Tagging (no pressure): @spotsandsocks @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @hippolotamus @jesuisici33 @try-set-me-on-fire @devirnis @bi-buckrights @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @rainbow-nerdss @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @lemonzestywrites @evanbegins @bi-buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @sunshinediaz @ladydorian05 @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @bucksbiawakening @giddyupbuck @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @bibuckbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @prosperdemeter2 @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @bigfootsmom @911onabc @911-on-abc @smilingbuckley

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #bi buck #gay eddie #coming out story #therapy eddie

[keepingitformyself]

learning to warm cold hands

A/N: i don’t know what this is????? just a bunch of love nonsense because i was in the absolute mood for love (you’ll see). will it make sense? idk. the ending was intentionally made abrupt… hope u like it tho :]

synopsis: two people who love each other belong together. that’s it.

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

genre: fluff?

warnings: none i don’t think…

please do not repost my work anywhere for any reason at all. if you do see this happen to any of my stories, please let me know. thank you x.

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natasha still doesn’t know how to deal with it; being loved.

but every little obstacle she has ever faced in her life has been that she had to deal with it.

sometimes she’s still a bit astonished at the fact that she has an entire family who has her back, a sister who calls just to annoy her, a best friend who defends her, and you who she comes home to, to kiss and to love endlessly.

natasha thinks that in some sense she had always been in love with you. for the amount of time you’d know each other she thought it was so strange that it took so long for you to be together.

you were always there, in plain sight. then one day, the stars decided to align and you were there and she had finally seen the light.

so yes, natasha decides that you were the best thing she’s ever had to deal with. being in love with you? she will own up to it for as much as she can.

she has accepted the scary fact that she must let herself be known. she shall let you unravel her and climb inside her heart and choose to stay. she will deal with the consequences of it later, but she hopes not.

she carries a polaroid of you in her wallet as a reminder of this. it’s there when she opens it to pay for dinner with you, or groceries, or when she sees a bouquet of lillie’s she thinks you’d appreciate.

and when she comes home to your shared apartment you’re there in the kitchen cooking a meal for her.

‘my grandmas recipe. i know you loved them when she came to visit us.’ you say as you stir a pot on the stove. she lets out a laugh through her nose and comes up behind you for a hug.

‘i made it dairy free for you. i know you’re trying to cut that off a little.’ natasha’s heart swells even bigger.

when the food is ready and the table is set and you’ve put the lillie’s in a vase at the center of the table, you will sit together and eat. natasha will listen to you as you tell her about the dish.

how you cried chopping the onions and had to take a break in between, how much you thought about her liking this meal while you made it, and how you specifically only used red and orange peppers because you remember her telling you that ‘green is boring when it comes to vegetables’ and when you’re done with your rambling you’ll reach over the table and kiss her.

she’ll tell you she loves you and you tell her she has onion breath and you’ll both laugh and god being in love is such a beautiful thing.

but everyone has their bad days.

you usually enjoy the rainy weather but it’s that time of the month and it’s effecting your mood swings greatly. natasha offers to go out and buy your favorite snacks and a deli sandwich from the bodega two blocks down.

you decline her offer with a sad smile and hide yourself under the covers of your shared bed. natasha sighs, she knows you better than that. she knows how badly you want all those things but she also knows how much of an inconvenience you feel like when you get like this. she tries to let you know that she’s okay with going out in the rain to make you happier.

you don’t budge, instead you groan into the pillows and hide further into the sheets. ‘i just need to be alone for a while.’ you mutter, a bit annoyed.

with a new determined mindset she decides she’ll give you the space you need. she brushes off all comments you made and grabs her coat before quietly leaving out the front door.

the rain doesn’t bother her one bit. she makes it to the bodega in record timing and orders from the deli. your order leaves her mouth as if she were ordering for herself.

‘can i have teriyaki grilled chicken on a sourdough with three slices of mozzarella and honey mustard, some grilled onions on the side too, can you also toast the bread for about thirty seconds longer? please, thank you.’ she orders for herself and smiles at the man working the grill then sets off on finding your desired snacks.

she’s quick with it, easily acquiring the cucumber lime gatorade you love so much, a payday bar and baked hot cheetos. she pays at the front where her deli order waits and rushes home to you.

she checks her phone on the way only to find it with four missed calls from you. the worst comes to mind and she’s home within two minutes.

she finds you on the couch looking small, her heart drops when she spots the tears that stain your cheeks. ‘i thought you were upset after i told you i wanted space.’ you mumble out. natasha sighs and sets the stuff down. she takes careful steps towards you, afraid you might disappear if she does anything too quickly.

‘no..’ she grasps your cheeks, her thumb brushing along your cheekbones. ‘i just wanted to make you feel better.’ she kisses your forehead. ‘it wasn’t anything to do with me being upset.’

you look down almost in shame. you hate being so sensitive, it makes you worry even more and you feel like an even bigger bother when things like this happen. your mind gets way ahead of your heart and you let things bother you that you know shouldn’t.

natasha notices the wheels turning in your brain. she recognizes the mental battle you’re having with yourself. your shoulders slump a little, she knows you’re tired. you’re biting your lips to keep from saying anything.

‘hey..’ natasha whispers. her heart clenches a little. it’s such a silly thing, all this. the normal you wouldn’t have let anything get this far. she laughs a little at the fact. screw periods.

‘why are you laughing?’ you’re confused and your girlfriend is laughing at you. it makes her laugh a little more and you grow a little impatient.

natasha pulls you in closer. her arms enclose around your waist and her chin rests on your shoulder. ‘i love you, okay?’ she whispers it in your ear.

she hugs you tighter.

‘whatever you’re thinking right now is only half true.’ she tells you. you’re just as confused as ever and you’re about to ask her what she means but then she’s pulling away and grasping your cheeks in her hands.

‘i want to be inconvenienced by you.’ the look in her eyes is as soft as ever. her lips have a slight tremble to them. ‘please bother me, like all the time.’

‘you are the very notion of my existence. i want everything that i do to be for you.’ she says it with that raspy tone in her voice, you know she means everything she’s telling you.

you are putty in her hands at this point, she went out and ordered your favorite comfort meal in the pouring rain…after you told her not to. because she knows you. the intimacy of it all, she knows you and she chooses to stay after the stupid things that come out of being with you.

she notices the slight furrow of your eyebrows, you’re processing what she’s just told you. you never say anything, instead you pull her in and bury your nose into her shoulder. natasha hears your inhale and she holds you even tighter.

she smells like home. like the candle you love to leave on all day, the fabric softener you use to wash her clothes, that perfume you complimented her on your first date.

a silent understanding settles between you both.

you feel the absolute removal of any walls when around each other. you have seen sides of natasha not even her own best friend has seen, or her sister.

she makes the corniest jokes, you always laugh, sometimes snort and that makes you laugh even harder. when you’re having dinner it’s silent. but it’s a good silence. the silence is comfortable and she’s holding your hand while the other is holding her spoon and when either of you talk, it’s listening and you feel like the most heard person in the world.

it all feels so perfectly warm in the bubble you’ve created together. you feel so seperate from the rest of the world in the best ways possible. in the they don’t us like we know us kind of ways.

you pull away to look at her. your heart is cradled in her hands.

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #marvel

[beelmons]

Spencer x ADHD!girlfriend.

"...and that's exactly why The Zodiac, in theory, was more prolific as a mathematician than a serial killer." he finished his sentence as he drew a couple more words and connected lines on his whiteboard. His body turned in your direction, and it made you jump slightly on your spot on the couch.

"You're so right, babe, that makes a lot of sense." you said. Truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. You were having dinner together, and you mentioned Zac Efron on the Bundy movie, things escalated, and he took out his whiteboard, and that's what you remembered happening last.

You loved your boyfriend, and you absolutely adored hearing him ramble about whatever topic he was feeling passionate about. It was one of his most endearing features, and you vowed to yourself you would always be there to listen.

Tinsy problem, sometimes your brain was physically uncapable to keep up with his talking speed, and the second you didn't understand something and you couldn't just interrupt him to clarify it to you, your brain would fly somewhere else. It wasn't because of boredom, his speeches were never dull to you, you were just wired that way, and there was little you could do about it but conceal it from him and try to pretend that you got everything he was sharing with you. At the end, that was your true intention every time.

His arms dropped defeatedly to leave the marker by his coffee table, immediately they traveled back to his chest, crossing them over it. "Okay. What was it this time?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" you frowned in confusion. He noticed your obliviousness and decided to walk in your direction, crouching down in front of the couch.

"You zoned out. I'm curious about what you were thinking about instead of The Zodiac." he smiled.

"You noticed?!" you almost yelled out your question.

The chuckle that he let out, amused and surprised, easied the slight anxiety that you had began to feel. "You do that all the time, I'm pretty familiar with your present-body-absent-mind expression." he clarified.

Your hands flew to your face, covering it with your palms in embarrassment. "I can't believe you have known all along." you mumbled against your own skin "I'm so sorry." you said with a slightly saddened voice.

"Hey," he reached out to grab your hands and guide them away from your face, taking them in his instead "why are you sorry?"

"I really love hearing you talk about things so passionately, I promise." you tried to reassure him. He let out a smaller laugh this time.

"From all the people I've met in my life, you're the only one that's never asked me to stop." his eyes moved to yours. His sight was longing and gentle, his thumbs rubbing at your hands with adoration. Your heart beat erraticly for a second, regardless of the amount of time you had been together, he still made you nervous, he wooed you with his beauty and kindness. "Regardless of how long my ramble is, or the topic. Not even that one time I was telling you about flatulence characteristics and types." he admitted shyly.

You took back your hands and bent forward instead. Your fingers landed on his cheeks and you pulled him closer so you could place a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.

"And we weren't even dating then." you joked "Still, you should have said something."

"It doesn't bother me" he stated "If anything, I'm always amazed with the random, completely unrelated thoughts that pop into your mind during your zoning out. So, tell me, what was it this time?"

Your lips pursed slightly, eyes looking away shyly "I was wondering how faucets work." you admitted and he yet again let out a gentle chuckle.

"I actually know the answer to that one." his eyes narrowed and he turned back to stare at his messy whiteboard, his entire body still crouched before you. "Perhaps if I break it down on modules, and we have a dynamic activity in between, I can keep your attention engaged." he said once he had turned back at you.

"Or we could make out. That keeps me engaged." you mentioned, your hands tangling on his hair.

"Yeah, nevermind, let's do that."

#spencer reid #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid x reader #blurb: spencer #blurb: criminal minds #criminal minds #criminal minds blurbl #spencer reid blurb #spencer blurb #reid blurb #reid x reader #adhd #this one is absolutely self indulgent #i literally just had a 15 minute meeting i didn't listen to a single thing #my coworker noticed and he took notes for me LASKJFALa #autism x adhd bf gf my beloved #how was this 700 words #????????????????????????? #blurb: mine

[oh-theatre]

I wamna hear about timbart

Why thank u I have so much about them I love them bart is my blorbo

Tim always notices when Bart is getting quiet or overstimulated in conversation or other such situations. He offers comfort or grounding, whether it’s a distraction, fidget or removing him from the conversation

Tim is Barts lightning rod, when part gets really in his head and is speeding around or talking too fast or blurring and he’s not really there Tim can ground him (he offers physical touch, if Bart needs/wants it)

Counter: sometimes bart needs to run or pace around and just exhaust himself but tim never leaves, he will sit and watch and wait he’s there for bart

Tim calls Bart goose and lightning bug and Bart calls him Timmy

Bart has a lot of nicknames for Tim actually, most of them funny (Timtam, Timbit, Timothy Chalamet)

Bart is just about the only person who can get tim away from his work, and he’s got a sense for it.

Every time they get spotted in public they make up a different role for Bart in Tim’s life.

personal assistant, chauffeur (does not have a car, should not drive), his chef, bag carrier, etc.

Bart mindlessly fidgets with Tim’s hands and fingers, Tim let’s him

Tim frequently falls asleep on Bart and he does not move, he also makes a point to make sure no one else disturbs Tim

Tim stocks his utility belt with new snacks for Bart every week

Tim will flirt incessantly with Bart on missions and he just short circuits

They!! Wear !! Each others!! clothes!! “Isn’t that Tim’s hoodie?” “Not anymore”

Bart will go all around the world to bring Tim food and when asked about it he lies and says it was just a restaurant in central, Tim knows he’s lying

Bart thinks alot more then he says things out loud, Tim notices this and coaxes his thoughts out

Tim loves Barts hair, he will consistently put his hands in Barts hair sometimes without knowing and Bart just lets him, sometimes he’ll find tiny braids that must have come from tim

Tim gets really quiet after a mission gone badly, he’ll isolate himself or pour himself into work. Bart will sit in silence with him, he can sit still for this, for tim. He waits as long as he needs until Tim reaches out he always doea

They are so smart and often on the same wavelength and on missions rarely do they need to talk they just know what the other is thinking.

Bart is one of the few people who can boss tim around or challenge him without fallout

They listen to eachother ramble and rant fully invested and offering questions. They are autistic and adhd <3

I think it takes a really long time before they kiss. It’s a lot of “we don’t like each other we’re just really close besties, pals even” but then they almost lose each other on a mission or one gets badly hurt and oh no they are so much more then best friends, this is their person, the mere thought of losing the other person makes them completely break

Bart is the type of person to come up with a wild solution to something and Tim lets him try it

They like to be in each other’s presence even if they aren’t talking, sometimes they can’t talk but they want to be in eachothers space. Tim will be reading or studying while Bart lays on him playing a video game

Bart has a warped sense of life and death, and he doesn’t see death as a bad thing but more of an escape (he has trauma from his past (time in the future)) but the thought of losing Tim will send him into a spiral

whenever Tim gets sick or injured (like needs bed rest) bart will stay with him at the manor or in his room at the tower the entire time

bart speaks so many languages and loves to call tim petnames in other languages, tim melts everytime.

they love to cook for eachother and together, alfred has banned them both from the kitchen however

bart loves forehead kisses tim wil cradle his face and its so gentle, tim can feel when bart speeds by him and gives him a kiss it tickles but hes gotten used to the feeling and loves it

Tim hates when Bart gets stuck in the speedforce but hes always the one to bring him back (lightning rod!!!!!!!)

Bart, on multiple occasions, has stood up to Bruce after him and tim have a confrontation.

With that, hes always there to combat everything Bruce has said and uplift tim and reassure him in very plain blunt words that he is enough, and he is a person worth the world

i have so much please keep talking to me about bart allen, timbart, bart allen **bart allen**

#marias mischief #timbart #barttim #bart allen #tim drake #dc comics #impulse #red robin #yj #yj98

[lesbiannancytruther]

hey guys did you miss me i missed you

anyways rising clawing myself out of my grave to complain again because im reminded half of the st fandom is STUPID

i just saw someone say, fully and genuinely, that nancy constantly dismisses robin’s inputs, that that was ALL she did in the past seasons with steve and jonathan, and ultimately she just wants a ‘yes partner’

and honestly it’s kind of beyond me?? how someone can so drastically misinterpret a character and their relationships? how is one just so wrong?

obviously, they brought up ronance’s first meeting, and of course, the age old “she was so mean”, when. no she wasn’t. she was absolutely impatient, and even snappy, she didn’t have much patience for robin’s rambling, but there was never a point where she insulted her or demeaned her. matter of fact? that’s what ROBIN was doing.

of course she didn’t mean to! robin was just questioning her reasoning and rambling to someone who was exhausted, wanted to go alone in the first place, and has been consistently ignored and questioned for her reasoning the entire show.

can you see why, maybe, nancy wasn’t the most receptive to robin’s attempts at honest conversation? or attempts to clear the air? cause nancy genuinely doesn’t have any problems with robin beyond the fact that she’s distracting her from doing what she does best, and that she chose to come along only to call all of her ideas ‘a massive shot in the dark’

and you know, i’d FULLY get it if after this, nancy DIDN’T see the value that robin’s input had and just ignored her and didn’t listen to her, like you’re implying…, but then,… she actively chooses robin to break into a psychiatric ward with her…..? makes her a disguise and everything…??

now, considering robin’s very real tendency to ramble about things that are kinda personal, it makes sense that nancy is like “let me do the talking” and idk, if when robin started talking one of the first things she said to the person they’re trying to convince they’re academic scholars is “my BOOBS hurt” i would also! probably! be a little freaked!

and you know what? cause robin’s idea works…. nancy trusts robin more! learns more about her and her strengths! they high five afterwards did you miss that!!!!!

to the overall claim though that she wants a ‘yes partner’…. idk this is just so weird and tbh, so misogynistic😭 this ENTIRE show nancy has been doubted and questioned and ignored, half of the time she’s slowed down by people that are supposed to care about her because they just assume she’s boy crazy or she’s cheating or they just think she’s wrong!

and idk, it would be weird if nancy didn’t hate that? if at the first sign of someone who admits she’s a genius and sees the value in her input, it softens her?

wanting someone who doesn’t doubt you constantly is not wanting a ‘yes partner’. matter of fact, nancy DOESNT want a yes partner. if robin was a yes partner, nancy wouldn’t have found out half of the shit that she did, because robin provided new insight and handled situations in HER way. robin didn’t blindly agree with everything nancy did, and it only drew nancy closer to her

anti-ronancers i will never understand u fr

#ronance #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

[mayfieldss]

I LOVE your writing so much and I was just wondering if you’d be interested in writing a diego hargreeves x gender neutral reader, where reader is really insecure and doesn’t think they’re good enough for him so diego comforts and reassures them about their relationship with him (sorry if that doesn’t make sense I’m super sleep deprived rn), I totally understand if you don’t wnna write it, have a good day/night :)

I am so sorry this took so long, i kept putting it off bc i was worried it wouldn't be good enough, but it's here now anyway, ily.

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Always - Diego Hargreeves

You couldn't remember when you'd begun to doubt yourself, or your relationship with Diego. It just started, the thoughts of your relationship, lingering and dark, opinions of your worthiness for him, replaying against your mind at late hours of the night.

You loved the man wholeheartedly, the way he made you feel unmatched to any other, but there were things you questioned on days when you sat on social media for too long, or your eyes lingered to someone on the street who was something you were not.

You'd thought about telling him, the concept of confessing your insecurities to Diego a much thought-over topic, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. What if that little voice in your head was right, and what if in discussing such things, Diego agreed, maybe deciding he was better off on his own? But you knew he loved you, he told you continuously, every day before he left for work, every night before you went to sleep. Still, there were other words on your mind that you heard on the same loop. Your own doubts and fears.

You'd managed to suppress how you felt for a while, keeping the thoughts and feelings quiet for you to deal with on your own. However, as time passed, your concerns grew, and the pile of uncertainties in your mind rose until things began to tumble. And when things start breaking down, people begin to notice.

"Hey, something's up with you," Diego pauses the motion removing his jacket, sitting beside you on the couch. "Tell me about it?" His voice is gentle, question not demanding in the slightest, you love him for that, but you can't bring yourself to do what he asks.

"I'm fine Diego, how was your day?"

Diego moves from beside you on the couch, opting to kneel in front of you instead. You know this tactic, the way he gets you to look at him.

"More importantly, how was your day?" He ignores your question entirely, putting it back on you like a pro. Unluckily for Diego, you're just as good at deflecting.

"It was fine, d'you want coffee?" You stand, resting a gentle hand on Diego's shoulder as you move past him to the kitchen. The most efficient way to keep everything packed inside is to not get caught up in his sweet eyes.

"Hey, hey, wait." He's up on his feet now too, following you, and you have to admit, it's annoying how he won't let it go. "Talk to me, baby."

There's no escaping him or this situation you realise because with every lie he sees through you like glass. "What do you want to talk about?" You keep your back to him still, despite feeling yourself giving in. If you don't look at him, perhaps you can hold out a little longer.

"I wanna talk about you, and whatever's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

You scoff, trying your best to seem as though you're busy with coffee, even though it's four o'clock in the afternoon and you are sure as hell you don't need it. "I told you I'm okay, Diego."

"No, you're not." He's persistent. You'll give him that. "You're not smiling like usual. You've stopped doing all your cute, quirky shit, and you won't even look at me."

"What cute, quirky shit?"

You can hear Diego let out a breath from behind you, and you feel his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close to him. "The rambling and the random humming."

You frown, "I don’t ramble."

Diego chuckles, and you can feel the vibrations of it through your back. "Oh, yes, you do. I get you started on something, and you're on it for hours." He takes a breath, and you feel that too. It runs right through you. "And that's not a negative thing, I love it when you ramble, which is why I hate it that you've stopped."

He's getting to you, breaking your walls down with each sweet word, and you have to pull away before the glass breaks. You shuffle yourself out of his arms, even when you feel cold doing so. "You don't like when I ramble, and you don't like it when I hum or fidget-"

"Who told you that?" Diego cuts you off. The frown on his face seems genuinely defensive as if he's ready to fight whoever has spread what he deems to be misinformation.

"Nobody Diego. Nobody told me, I just know."

"What'd you mean, you just know?" He takes a step forward, trying to meet you in the middle. You move back.

"I just know that I'm not good enough for you." It slips out before you can stop it, words hanging in the air like a model plane, suspended from a kids’ bedroom ceiling.

"Who the fuck told you that?" Diego looks utterly confused, though he always is.

"Nobody, it’s just—it's a feeling that I have." It's embarrassing to say aloud, and your body responds by shrinking into itself, one arm folded over your body, the other hand hiding your face. You feel sick, and you can sense the tears burning behind your eyes.

"Baby," You hear Diego move forward, heavy boots clunky angst the floorboards. "Hey, look at me."

"You're a fucking hero Diego, you have superpowers for god’s sake." You refuse to look at him, you can't. "I'm just—me."

"And I love you," Diego reaches to touch you and you move back, turning away. One touch from him and the floodgates will open. You can't put that on him, guilt trip him into staying with you forever.

"Hey, No. Don't do that." Diego captures you in his arms, your back pressed to his chest. "I love you, and you mean more to me than some stupid ability to throw shit. I fucking love you."

You try to hide a sniffle with a deep breath, hands still over your eyes. You think if you keep them there, you can trap the tears inside.

"Hey, are you hearing me?" Diego's voice is soft, gentle and so reassuring that you could get lost in it. "How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? What can I do to make you believe me?"

All you do is shake your head. it doesn't make sense to do so, but right now words aren't your strong point. Diego kisses the back of your head, then your neck, and your shoulder. He's trying to make you laugh, smile, say something, and you know it.

"If it's between the both of us, I think I'm the one that doesn't deserve you, okay?" You sniffle again, a breathy chuckle passing through your lips. "Don't you laugh at that baby, I'm being serious."

You know he is, and even if you find it hard to believe, it does make you feel better. "I'm sorry."

"No, don't you do that either." Diego turns you around, pulling you in for a hug. "No apologising."

You hug him back because it's all you can think of to do, and you find your spirits lifting, even despite your doubts.

"I need you to make me a promise," Diego gives you a squeeze, words muttered into your hair.

"Okay."

He pulls back, just enough so that he can see your face as he takes it in his hands. "You promise me that if you ever feel like that again, you come to me. We'll talk it out, and every time I'll tell you just how many people I would kill for you."

He smiles and you try to mimic the expression. The honesty in his voice silences the racing of your mind for the minute, and you feel comfortable with yourself again.

"Now give me a kiss."

You laugh at that but do as he says before he brings you in for another hug, squeezing you so tight you can hardly breathe. It feels great, losing your breath over him, and you'll happily do it again and again, knowing that he feels the same.

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◈ Housecat — Author’s Note ◈

ଘ(˶╹̆ ▿╹̆˵)੭່ﾟ Read Housecat here!!

(づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ Read Alea Iacta Est here!!

Sndksnsajaja thank you so much to everyone who read my work!! Your feedback means the world to me and I hope you all suffered from enjoyed my yandere version of the Regrator

This post is just me sharing my Yandere! Pantalone headcanons, my characterization of his darling, the creative details in both fics, and bonus content from the rough drafts. I hope you all don’t mind this behind-the-scenes look into my work :>

“Your entire life has been a gilded cage. The gods refuse to grant your greatest wish, and so you have resigned yourself to the will of destiny. But what happens when the red string of fate is severed and replaced with the silver chains of the Regrator?” (AO3 Summary)

⬩Introduction⬩

♡ First of all, I must give credit to @bye-bye-sunbird and @ddarker-dreams for inspiring me with these posts from their blogs!! I rlly liked the idea of Pantalone pursuing a darling who grew up with everything he wanted but couldn’t have. By claiming her, he achieves what was previously unattainable to him and gains control over the divine ψ(｀∇´)ψ

♡ I was originally going to write a single fic from the darling’s perspective, but the word count for i. scarlet quartz convinced me to split the story into two fics. Which, in turn, enabled me to incorporate Pantalone’s POV and more facets of his character!! While Housecat focuses on his charming manipulative side, Alea Iacta Est reveals the full extent of his ambition and cruelty :>

♡ Before I continue rambling, I want to say a big thank you again to @diodellet for another peer review!! Aside from providing feedback, she motivated me with her brainrot <3

⬩Pantalone⬩

♡ My version of Pantalone is a possessive and manipulative yandere. He likes to refer to his darling by “my [nickname]” and dress her up in his choice of clothing and jewelry. He is extremely cruel and ambitious in pursuit of his desires, so he will stop at nothing to own his Kitty darling completely.

♡ Wealth and authority aside, he mainly utilizes his intelligence, social skills, and friendly facade to manipulate how others perceive him. In taking note of his target’s wants and weaknesses, he presents himself as someone who can fulfill those wishes.

♡ This is the reason why Pantalone gives Kitty quality time and words of affirmation more often than material gifts. He knows that she wants something which wealth and prestige cannot buy, so he adjusts his love languages accordingly. He also consistently includes her in conversations, stands up for her, and makes time for her unlike Kitty’s other relationships.

♡ Given his character design and backstory, I think Pantalone indulges in his newfound wealth but remains mentally affected by poverty. The easiest way to set him off is to express ingratitude towards his luxurious gifts as shown in ii. fool’s gold. I wanted to depict his wealth as “different” from that of high society, in the sense that his extravagance is only limited to his preferences. He doesn’t follow trends or feel the need to prove himself to aristocracy, because he is already confident and superior in terms of authoritative power.

♡ Askdnkdendkw I hope you all liked his soft moments in vi. noctilucous jade and vi. diabolic waltz. I hc that he dislikes being seen without his material riches or “perfect” appearance, so when he is forced to be genuine and vulnerable around his darling?? It was a nice break from his deception and cruelty (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)

⬩Kitty Darling⬩

♡ Once again, in order to feed my love for docile darlings and twisted happy endings, I put myself through the pain of giving Darling her own detailed personality and backstory. To start, I made her a cat-hybrid for the housecat/ stray cat theme and because it was cute to write about her feline features. That is all  ^•ﻌ•^

♡ Kitty grew up with the privileges of high society, but it is that same upbringing which makes her lonely, insecure, codependent, and resigned to her fate. I chose fashion and dance as her aristocratic interests, since they align with her desire for attention and participation. Given her internal conflict, it is inevitable that she falls for Pantalone before his proposal.

♡ My own name and appearance for Kitty &lt;3

⬩Other Characters⬩

♡ 赖 Lài family – Hahaha so here is the source of Darling’s issues!! Because of work and favoritism, she grew up ignored and babied by her parents. They did the bare minimum in raising her and only recognized her potential as a link to other important families. As a result, her sister also looks down on Kitty and is bitter about her lack of productivity. Their surname ironically means “depend on; trust in; rely on."

♡ Chairman 金 Jin – I wrote him to be someone whom Pantalone would view as a worthy challenge given their opposite upbringings. Symbolism-wise, his surname means “gold” to contrast with Pantalone’s silver accessories. His Dendro Vision foreshadows how his downfall is caused by his association to Kitty (Pyro Vision).

♡ Kitty’s brother and friends – These characters do care about her, but they can’t prioritize Kitty over their own responsibilities. This enables Pantalone to take full advantage over her loneliness and self-esteem, because he is the only person who actively seeks her company and sets aside his work for her.

⬩Literary Motifs⬩

♡ Housecat/ stray cat – At this point, the parallels don’t need to be explained. Kitty is the housecat, a pampered child who doesn’t know any practical skills beyond what is expected of her in high society. On the other hand, Pantalone is the stray cat whose destitute past made him cunning and self-sufficient.

♡ Red string of fate – Given his view of the gods, Pantalone probably scoffs at beliefs pertaining to destined/ forbidden love. Even if his darling or destiny refuses him, he will get what he wants through his own ambition. I'm also simply fond of that motif :>

♡ Fire – Sooo Kitty’s Pyro Vision was chosen to represent her codependence on others. Her Vision is her only source of self-esteem, being the only object which she was able to attain on her own. Alas, its warmth and light cannot compare to what Pantalone provides for her~ On that note, I’ll point out a narrative detail repeated in i. scarlet quartz, v. shivada jade, and v. the die is cast:: When Pantalone opens the door, he brings “warm light” into Kitty’s dark world.

♡ Love and contracts – Yeahh so Pantalone and Kitty are both cynical towards the concept of love. Similar to the former, Kitty views love as a give-and-take contract and refuses to use that word. So her “I love you” in the ending marks her complete descent into Stockholm Syndrome </3

⬩Chapter Titles⬩

♡ Jewels – For the most part, I referred to Genshin lore and irl symbolism. The jewels chosen with the most consideration were Smaragdus Jadeite, Shivada Jade, and Electro Crystal due to their lore, symbolism, and function respectively.

♡ Figures of speech – I didn’t know what else to use for Pantalone’s section dividers, so I just name-dropped a bunch of motifs or phrases lol. The last title vi. diabolic waltz is the title of the Kuroshitsuji ost which I described as the orchestral music for the dance scenes.

⬩Deleted Scenes⬩

♡ Fun fact, Kitty’s old life used to be angstier!! Originally, the distance with her friends was because Yinji was Chairman Lai’s mistress. (Cue a more dramatic reveal during the wedding) I scrapped that idea for the “too busy to hang out” tension in order to put more focus on Pantalone and worsen Kitty’s anxieties over being “more of a pet than a wife.”

♡ Pantalone adopts the stray cat from Yujing Terrace. I didn’t find the time to write that, sadly, plus I didn’t want to risk a “Pantalone dislikes cats” from Genshin canon lol. But yeahhh for now, the cat currently lives a comfortable life in the Regrator’s Liyue estate.

♡ I entertained the thought of writing a crossover with my Yandere! Capitano fic Herbarium, but I scrapped that idea because it didn’t contribute much to the story. Additionally, an interaction between Kitty and Damsel felt forced, given their conflicting personalities and the latter’s asocial nature.

⬩My Favorite Scenes⬩

First Kiss, Wedding Night, and “Stress Relief”

♡ Ansksnajaajahw I DIED writing those scenes. Compared to Capitano’s chivalry and comfort in Herbarium, Pantalone is more greedy and passionate with his physical affection. He strikes me as the type to take pride in tainting and overwhelming his darling during intimacy~ Honestly, I was just rlly thirsty for him and I think it shows in the sexual tension throughout Housecat  (〃▽〃)

Aftercare Scene ft. Hand-holding

♡ I’m quite happy with this scene!! I wanted to cool down from the wedding night with fluff aaand it became a rare glimpse into Pantalone’s vulnerable side. Yes, it was necessary for me to add that final dash of dark spice~ That bitey ending was inspired by a scene from the manga “The Villainess and the Demon Knight.”

Pantalone Says No to Baby Trapping

♡ Honestly, this scene was quite self-indulgent. Aside from the Fatui’s ongoing mission, I tried to rationalize my Pantalone’s “I don’t want kids yet” speech with the fact that Kitty actually wants children due to her lack of wifely responsibilities. Hopefully, the scene played out well?? I was afraid that it would turn off some readers, but I hope it provided some dark wholesomeness and reverse-psychology-esque manipulation. And hahaha Pantalone’s greedy last line—

Diabolic Waltz: Reprise

♡ *sobs* Pantalone being vulnerable with his darling again……realizing that she has truly given herself up to him……comfortable enough to let his hair down and have fun dancing, because there is no crowd of partygoers to judge them…….just the stars watching them……Pantalone allowing himself to be genuine and to say “I love you” for realsies skdwkfwewnkww

♡ But yeahhh I’m rlly happy with how I ended the fic. Aside from the last waltz being a direct contrast to the beginning of Housecat, I wanted to show how Kitty isn’t the only one who is acting “differently” in this scene. I just wanted to see Pantalone all happy and victorious. And so they lived happily ever after ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

⬩Pantalone x Kitty Playlist⬩

Songs which motivated me throughout the writing process. Istg why are these so perfect for Pantalone and Kitty’s story  ˭̡̞(◞˃ᆺ˂)◞

♡ Diabolic Waltz — Kuroshitsuji ost

♡ Tricologe by Niru Kajitsu ft. flower

♡ il by Anna Evans golden folks

♡ Gensou no Kyrie — Dance with Devils song

♡ The Slightly Chipped Full Moon — Kuroshitsuji II ost cover by Lollia

♡

Aajsndjedj but yeahh that’s all for the twisted tale of the Regrator and his darling!! I was concerned about cramming too many ideas into this fic, but aahh I rlly wanted to exhaust all of my brainrot. And so we ended up with 15.8k words of my blood and tears~

I hope that more readers will enjoy Housecat and Alea Iacta Est. Do share your reactions and feedback with me—it truly warms my heart when you compliment my work!! Same goes for brainrot bc your keysmashes and suffering are a delight to read ლ(｀∀´ლ)

#pantalone #yandere pantalone #yandere pantalone x reader #pantalone x reader #yandere genshin #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #yandere fatui harbingers #tw: yandere #fem reader #jessamine-writing

[luimagines]

I usually do this to Enno, but I’m coming after you today, Pinky. It’s a songfic (“Volví a Nacer” by Carlos Vives). Im too lazy to type out the entire song, so.. go ahead and listen to it where I typed the first line if you want. Enjoy :)

Warning: long ask

The chain was walking through Four’s hyrule when they fell through something that almost looked like a portal, but clearly wasn’t. It was actually a large minish gate that managed to shrink the entire traveling party, including you. The initial reaction of some of the group was to assume it was an attack of some kind, but the Smithy explained what happened. You listen as he rambles excitedly about the minish and how they’ve helped him on his adventures.

He trails off when he sees the decorations set up around the minish town, “Oh… oh no. Of all the days to be brought here, why now?”

“What’s wrong, Smithy?” The rancher asks.

Four is just about to reply when some of the minish, chittering with glee, start placing flower crowns on everyone’s heads.

“No.” He tells the gathering of minish firmly, “we’re not participating. Find someone else, please.”

The minish turn to each other and shrug. They don’t seem to much care. In the next moment, they’ve taken the rancher and run off with him.

Four sighs, “this is the ‘Festival of Candor.’ It’s a yearly event to help keep the magic that preserves them working. They sometimes will drag random people they sense are guarding a deep secret and force them to… sing about it.”

Warriors eyes him incredulously, “are you serious?”

“As the grave,” Four replies.

You feel a pit drop in your stomach. What if they make you sing about the growing crush you have on Twilight? Oh, who are you kidding? It’s well beyond the point of a crush now. What if they make you admit to being in love with him?! Through song?! Yeah… no thanks.

Twilight reappears suddenly. He’s on a stage holding a microphone of sorts and looking down at the crowd like he really doesn’t want to be there. Suddenly, one of the minish (who’s now speaking a language people other than Four can understand?) points at you and orders Twilight to sing about you. It comes with a cautionary warning, “sing only the truth, or else the entire town will be destroyed.”

——————

A quick glance at Four confirms for Twilight that it could actually happen. He swallows nervously. It seems he has no choice — he’ll have to sing. His brain starts to rush to come up with a way out of this dilemma. How can he do this without directly telling you how he feels?

As usual, he comes up with a solution quickly. He’s bilingual! Hyrule isn’t the only country that Ordon borders, so he speaks a second language that he’s never heard anyone else from the group speaking. Since you seem to also be from a hyrule, he’s pretty sure this will work. He picks a song — one that he frequently thinks of when he thinks of you — and begins to sing.

——————

“Puedo no roncar por las mañanas. Puedo trabajar de sol a sol.”

You blink in confusion. Is he… singing in Spanish? And you know this song. You definitely know this song. But… what?

Surely it couldn’t mean…

But as you watch him sing, he’s clearly singing to you. And he’s getting really into it. Like he means every word. But you don’t think he knows you speak Spanish, since he’s never given you any indication of romantic feelings before — not that you were observant enough to pick up on anyway.

——————

Twilight isn’t sure what possesses him to do this, but at some point during the song he gets down off the stage and comes over to you. He just wanted to be closer to you, he thinks. And the look of confusion on your face is funny. But as the final notes of the song fade away, he finds himself standing in your personal space as he looks down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow and look up at him, suddenly speaking the language he’d been convinced no one else present but him knew a moment ago, “¿Me amas? ¿En serio?”

He breaks. He’s a blushing, stuttering mess. All his bravado and confidence — that had had him dancing around the square and flirting hard enough to make you almost lose your composure and swoon — is suddenly gone. He is a Link, after all, you suppose.

“Rancher?” You gently call his name.

“I- yeah. ‘Spose there’s no point in hidin’ it now that I just spent the last couple of minutes singing about it, huh? I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

He pauses momentarily, “do uh.. do you feel the same? If not I’m perfectly happy to just keep being frie—“

He’s cut off by you getting up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Yes.”

You swear his smile could light an entire room by itself with the way he lights up. He then lifts you up by your waist and spins you around before pulling you close to kiss you. Like something out of a movie.

- Glitter ✨

GLITTER

NO

AAAAHAHHHHHHHH

MY HEART

MY SOUL

MY LIFE

THIS WAS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE

IF FOUR WAS EXPLAINING THE CONCEPT OF THE FESTIVAL WHY DID NOT HELP TWILIGHT AS HE WAS BEING KIDNAPPED?!

HELLO?!?!?! TEAM!?!?!? THEY JUST WATCHED!?!?!?

#pinky replies #anon stories #my second hand embarrassment hit me like a truck #but I know that if it was me #I wouldn't hesitate to sing along or dance to it #no matter how much I would have wanted to keep it secret DX #someone remind me to put this on the masterlist please

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

[AO3] [1] Can’t Be

“They refuse to speak,” comes a voice, inhumanly steady and wiped clean. Monotone, glazed. French. “Every question has fallen flat, and I cannot stand the silence any longer—tu sais ça.”

Sense of frustrated obligation palpable, the report pulls a startling growl from his chest. He understands that thanks to the unforeseen obstinacy of their newest captive, they’ve made themselves his problem. It wasn’t supposed to be his burden, but since concern was slow to escalate until all other resources were exhausted and the others had failed to tease out what they wanted, Talon turned to their failsafe.

Reaper has long invested in a theory that everyone holds onto something with the power to break them—it’s only a matter of finding it. You’re a nameless, stubborn plaything to him, and your sense of bravery will not go unpunished.

+

Since your capture, there’s been a revolving door of figures entering the confined space, applying different tactics and varying degrees of violence. You’ve heard rambling, mealy soliloquies about how no one wants to hurt you but would if you don’t respond and have been threatened more times than you can keep track of; how can you consider them credible if you can’t even commit them to memory? All have demanded compliance, wanting you to reveal answers to questions you largely don’t understand. The few that you comprehend, you refuse with bitter silence, communicating your defiance and animosity without a single spoken word.

While the others have been unsuccessful, they’ve spared you from Reaper, who never fails an interrogation.

Without looking, you feel the weight of his being as he enters the cell. You lose sense of the fluorescent tremor of overhanging lights, the soundproof isolation of concrete, and the feeling of being deep underground. Instead, you begin to consider everything he can do to you, but it still does not feel like it’s worth giving in.

You’d rather feel the pain of self-discipline than regret. You won’t reveal what you know.

Still, you have to work hard to imagine Reaper not losing patience and resorting to the insistency of a loaded shotgun, something you assume the increasing probability of as his questions cease, collapsing into a single command. “Speak.”

“Go fuck yourself,” the words drop out of your mouth, irrepressible after hours of the same questions on rotation while being deprived of privacy. You can’t take them back, and it almost feels good until he gives a strangled laugh.

The room suffers an unbearable shift, something you’re still capable of gauging from the one spot you’ve channelled all your focus into—those standing in the ungraspable outer edges of your vision shiver in terror and anticipation.

“Oh, désolé,” goes a flat, cold voice with predictive insight, knowing as well as you do that the words will have a consequence; this is the one detail you take in before you are backhanded with so much force that you feel a cut rupture inside your cheek.

Unceremoniously, you spit out what you can, then break concentration with the floor to survey all the faces looking down at you. A string of bloodied saliva runs from your lip, and Reaper’s hand falls dead at his side.

One of the others makes the mistake of speaking out of turn, “Who are you?” Musclebound, dressed entirely in black combat gear. A nameless agent of Talon who has never witnessed anyone do something so brave—so stupid.

It’s just another question that doesn’t register, especially when you finally face Reaper as he looms above you. It’s then, and not a moment sooner, when he smothers the agent’s curiosity, jamming a shotgun against the asker’s temple and commanding everyone to exit the cell. It’s a point of non-negotiation, and he has the kind of ostentatious credentials to clear out the limited space without the slightest suggestion of transient interference.

With everyone gone in a matter of seconds, the voice Reaper uses is different. It’s no longer frayed and harsh—but soft.

“I knew you,” he says.

His whole being shifts inwardly, passing through an instantaneous metamorphosis. You are afforded no time to process the meaning. Though you want to call him a liar or demand an explanation, he kneels before you, and his presence consumes you; you stare at his mask and let it take you apart.

“Gabriel,” your whisper on the edge of audibility tastes of blood, “please help me.”

Reaper flinches at the name, or maybe the plea attached to it, raising his hands to pull his hood back. There is a woundedness to his posture.

“I knew him.”

It aches to hear him say this—as if he’s trying to assure you—and you don’t know why it pains you as much as it does until he works his mask off, revealing features of a face you will never forget. Aged, distressed, and profoundly familiar. No flash burn traces of the explosion or twisted, necrotic skin. Far from corpse-like, but not flushed with life either, every bit as animate as he shouldn’t be.

One hand cradles his mask while the other reaches toward you, a chrome nail protruding from his glove dusts your trembling jaw. It is monstrously hypnotic.

“You knew me,” he says quietly but firmly.

You expect Reaper’s affectionate touch to repulse you, and when it doesn’t, your trance-like state continues. The sharp end continues to cross your flesh, and you cannot deny how desperate you are to feel something dead live once more. His gesture steals you away into hazy memory recollection where everything that comes to mind is alike only in common indefiniteness. Even with thought reduced to a reluctant crawl, you remember things you’ve lost that have gone nameless with intention. How Gabriel looked in the doorframe, coming and going. His secret, satisfied sigh after the first sip of coffee in the mornings. How he’d shed his sweater and dive into bed with you, warming your cold hands.

He pulls it all out of you.

You want to press your face against his chest and cry, feel his chin over your scalp, and his arms fold around you. Some comfort for all the hurt and everything you had been healing and running from. But you couldn’t do that.

You couldn’t do anything.

“I lost him,” you mutter, voice wavering in refusal and leaving you uncertain if you’ve vocalized anything at all. Each word tastes like blood from being backhanded, but the stinging in your mouth reduces to a dull throb amidst the rest. You remain softly aghast with your heartbeat pounding in your throat and ears and wrists, amplified in the soundproof concrete undercroft. “No one comes back from where he went.”

You can’t be Gabriel because I’ve been to his gravesite. I’ve seen the epitaph, brought him flowers, and put my hands into the soil. That was undeniably real.

Reaper’s unmasked gaze pushes you further into the idea of encounters that were once so sharp, clear, and vivid—into a saturation of life you lost. As his face dares to move closer, he distorts your straining senses, wearing a crown of fluorescent light that misshapes his smouldering outline—close enough as if he intended to kiss you.

You were warned profusely that if he caught you, that would be the end. You were prepared for that eventuality, but nothing could have prepared you for this.

The brain has a gating mechanism, recognizing the most severe sensation and blocking everything else out. Similarly, your brain decided the shock of seeing Gabriel’s face behind the mask was above the threshold, the critical point. You could no longer register the helplessness from being held captive, the wound in your cheek or the claw trailing over your jaw.

Your heart stops—or feels like it—and falling forward into him, you black out.

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[freeuselandonorris]

hello freeuselandonorris! i’ve asked you for writing advice/ideas a couple of times (POV decisions and something in Nov, can’t remember exactly what it was), and i find your advice so helpful (/srs) so i hope it’s not annoying i’m asking again lol.

i find i can only write when i have extreme motivation, like an idea literally possesses my brain and the words almost write themselves - gonna out myself here, the last thing i wrote was the water inflation fic i appropriated from you; it just took over my mind and i wrote/edited it in like two days (though the speed is for sure because the entire plot was essentially your idea lol).

basically, i have lots of ideas but it’s hard for me to actually think of scenes in specific, and then i just end up not writing at all. do you have a method for coming up with a progression of a specific scene?

i am doing a horrible job of explaining my q lol so for example, my current wip involves interview panels/youtube collabs etc, but i’m finding it hard to write those because it’s so different from anything i’ve tried writing before. what do you do in those kinds of cases?

sorry for the ramble and if this makes no sense, love u 😭

hiiii lovely anon (or semi-anon lmao) you are not annoying in the SLIGHTEST, i love talking about stuff like this and it makes me really fucking happy to know that my self-indulgent rambling about writing is occasionally helpful to read ❤️

SO. i have two pieces of advice on this one, speaking from my own experience because for a very long time i was also like this and would write in fits and starts and felt very like i had to ~wait for the muses to bless me~. it’s actually something i was taught at a writing course i took years ago now and it sounds so blah and obvious when you first read it but if you stick with it, it works. BRIEF DAILY SESSIONS.

aka, you write a tiny little bit every day. if you can’t commit to every day, say five days a week (but every day is better). i do NOT mean write 1000 words a day or spend three hours doing it or freak yourself out or beat yourself up or abandon your social life or your responsibilities! the idea is you just pick a time that feels feasible (i started off with 15 minutes a day and i think this works well) and you commit to doing that every day. it doesn’t have to be anything good. it can be 15 minutes of you describing lando’s eyelashes in minute detail. it can be 15 minutes of notes for a plotline. it can be 15 minutes of dialogue you KNOW is shit and wooden and will be getting deleted the minute you get to the edit stage. doesn’t matter. just do your 15 minutes.

what this does is it breaks the hold your brain has on this idea of “oh no i have to be INSPIRED before i can possibly think of writing”. at my course they compared it to musicians practising scales, or athletes doing training. we could think of it like drivers doing their sim runs. they don’t just turn up on a race weekend and expect to be great, they have to keep their eye in.

side note: it’ll feel horrible at first, you’ll hate it and resent it and everything you write will feel awful. stick with it. if you miss a day, it doesn’t matter, you haven’t failed, just start again tomorrow. if you miss a week, you haven’t failed, start again tomorrow.

this is more of a long-term thing, so for your specific piece and the issue you mention about progressing a scene, the way i get around this is to start by writing the bit(s) i CAN imagine. so for instance here, you’d write one interview scene, or one youtube collab scene. even if it’s just a little bit of dialogue, or a couple of paragraphs of like, oh i can see oscar rolling his eyes and lando sees it and gets annoyed but he can’t say anything because there are cameras on them… or whatever. just write that bit. then leave a blank space in the gdoc and write the next bit. don’t worry about the order or anything.

once you’ve written all the little bits you can think of, read them through and you might be able to see links between them, like — oh that bit could follow on from this bit up here, or these two bits could kind of go together. reorganise stuff a bit, chop it up, get rid of anything that doesn’t work (copy it into another document called ‘cutting room floor’ if you don’t want to fully get rid).

THEN write yourself some notes. go through your bits and bobs and in between them, just write stuff like [SOMEHOW THEY GET FROM THE FILMING TO THE HOTEL ROOM???]. don’t just write [SOMETHING HAPPENS HERE], you need to give yourself little breadcrumbs to follow. so like there you go, okay, so they need to be in a car or a lift or some sort of transitional space (you see these crop up a lot in my fics — lifts, hallways in hotels, the backs of taxis). or if they’ve started off talking about one thing and you want them talking about this other thing by the end of the scene, write [THEY CONTINUE TALKING ABOUT LUNCH UNTIL IT GETS AWKWARD AND THEN THEY SOMEHOW END UP TALKING ABOUT OSCAR’S CHILDHOOD]. okay, so it got awkward. how did it get awkward? write that bit. what happens after it’s awkward? does lando double down or try to gloss over it? write that bit. how does oscar react to that? write that bit. etc.

in essence, don’t try to see the entire thing at once because you’ll paralyse yourself. give yourself a direction to aim in, and a place to start, and then just focus on the next bit until you get from A to B.

and if all else fails, find a nice pithy line to end the scene on, use an asterisk scene break and start again somewhere else 🤷

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG i really hope i didn’t bore the hell out of everyone afkjeskfjkldsj but yes THANK YOU AGAIN and i hope this is useful in some way!! you can do it i know ittttt

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