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hi this is it. title is a pun. ENJOYYYYY‼️‼️‼️‼️

Most of my publishes will include music. Music is a HUGE part of writing for me, as it helps me set the tone for my work. If able, please listen as you read!

schlatt x streamer!reader

✰ star shaped ✰

ch. 1 ❛ talk about being roux ❜

you were a whore for him. parasocially, of course.

Spending the past 4 years of your life obsessing over someone online was the most entertainment you could find besides trying to pass your college classes.

You had been a fan for years - literally, since 2020. You weren't there for the start of Schlatt's career, but by God, you wish you could've been. He gave you some inspiration to livestream/vlog stream just for fun. You had seen almost every video as soon as it released, every live, everything. Now, you just wanted to be like the big angry guy you watched videos of on your laptop, but better.

Maybe it was your college aspirations, the lack of support from your family, or something else - no matter what it was, you were here. 5 followers on twitch in.

Despite the lack of viewers, you continued streaming happily. You were meal prepping for the next week of work and school to try and save money. It just so happened to be a good content idea as well.

"So, if you look here," you patiently looked and pointed down at your frying pan, showing the camera and 3 viewers your pov. "- the roux is starting to burn. I'm gonna have to take it off the heat and try to add some more milk to fix the flavor. I don't have any more garlic powder so I can't remake it unfortunately." you frowned as you set the pan on a different eye, gently adding more milk. Your eyes flickered down to the chat on your phone.

"whats a roux"

A heavy sigh left your mouth, you had been at this for 2 hours. Streaming, that is. Now you didn't have the patience to answer questions. Then you saw a notification.

BigGuy is live now! Streaming: fixing my minecraft house

"Alright my friends, I think it's time for me to go." you smiled at the camera and waved. "The roux needs my whole attention, so I'll see you 3 later!" God, you were a terrible liar. You hit end stream pretty abruptly, immediately clicking on the notification.

"Hey guys, thanks for joining in," Schlatt breathed as he sat in his chair, turning side to side. He just looked at his screen blankly for a few minutes, occasionally making comments. TTS hadn't started yet but you were anxious to get your message in first. Anything to get his attention.

"Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-" He was cut off by the normal loud TTS voice.

"hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill" you typed in at light speed. Somehow, someway, the past 5 streams you had made it in as the first TTS donation. Pure luck.

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” he yelled and laughed, opening up his mailbox in the game. It didn't matter that he made fun of you - that was his persona, it didn't mean much. All you cared about was being seen. God, you were obsessed.

It went further than this. You GENUINELY were interested in Schlatt - you didn't even know his name. You were the obsessive, love-at-first-sight type. You still thought about a sweet boy from a coffee shop when you were in your junior year. Once you liked something, you had to have it. Unfortunately, millions of other people felt the same. Yuck. So.. now it was this. You sent donos, dm’ed him, everything you could to kindly, gently, and hopefully get him to put you on his channel. That was the boost you needed. Socially, and egotistically.

The dream: meet schlatt. Didn’t matter if it was in New York, at a meet n greet he would never do, or for media.

You knew you wouldn’t make it big enough to quit your job - you didn’t want to, you just wanted to be able to show the internet your life. You wanted others to find community.

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You continued to watch the stream, he was playing Minecraft, drinking, the usual. Messages were flooding in. Soon enough though, it was 10 pm, and he was about done.

-POV: Schlatt. 7:03 pm-

“Ahh fuck,” he sighed, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “What’s up fuckers? Welcome to the stream, welcome,” he nodded and chuckled as he watched the people and chats flood in. “Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-“ he was cut off by the first TTS donation. It was the same person from the past few streams. Somehow, they managed ro get first dono more than twice in a row. “Lucky fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

“hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill"

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” He yelled and chuckled - rubbing the thin beard on his chin and his mutton chops for comedic effect. He knew a lot of people wanted him, lusted over him, loved him - but he couldn’t help but smile when people gave him a normal compliment. It felt good to be talked to like normal. Normal normal normal. He knew he wasn’t that, but it didn’t matter, being a star always had it’s perks.

“Alright, guys, lets get in. Fuck all of you shaming my house. FUCK YOU.” He yelled, furrowing his brows in faux anger.

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3 hours had passed. Schlatt ended up building a new house, opening letters, and getting spammed with donations. God, that felt good. ‘Money, money, money, bitch.’ He thought to himself.

“Alright guys,” he let his tongue swirl in his jaw. “I’m fucking plastered. I’m done for tonight. Hope you enjoyed!” His cheeky smile flooded thousands of screens as he ended the live.

“Motherfucker.. jambo, i’m so fucking tired.” He complained, letting Jambo jump into his lap. His hands grazed over his fur as he headbutted schlatt. He yawned, sipping the last of his glass of whiskey. Jambo jumped down, awaiting their bedtime routine. “Moowwww!” Schlatt looked down at him.

“Alright, alright. I’m not feeding you again though.” Schlatt shut out all the lights in his office, slowly making his way into his bedroom, then his bathroom. He got onto insta when he was done getting ready for bed.

“Shiit, that’s a nice ass car.” He muttered to himself, scrolling. His thumbs grazed the screen hesitantly.

“I wonder..”

Every now and then, he would look at his message requests to see the ridiculous things people sent him. Family photos, death threats, achievements, etc. Every week though, there was the same username. “cookkizkill” managed to catch his eye. She never harassed him. Belittled him. Judged. Spammed. Begged. Nothing. She was overly normal in how she messaged him - and by God, she did it everywhere. Though, no matter what she sent, she said thank you, and wished him the best. Odd. Peculiar. Weird.

“Hmph.” His brows furrowed. He was intrigued. He looked at her messages frequently, never replying. If he replied to one, everyone would expect him to.

He opened the chat request.

cookkizkill

hi handsome! i finally hit 5 twitch followers. yesterday i hit 200 subs on yt. thank you for being a great influence!! i know i wont be huge, but I’m thankful i get a chance to share my life with people. thank you for your stream today! i hope to be on one with you sometime <3

5 minutes ago

[accept request?]

Click.

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hihi, I love your writing for Ted and i wanted to ask if you could write smthn!!

i'm thinking chuckle sandwhich member!reader and she's known the boys for a bit and they get along really well on camera and the podcast, BUT irl, reader and Ted don't get along at ALL. maybe a misunderstanding between the two but like enemies to lovers type dealio? anyways, one of them end up kinda saying something on the pod that alludes to the misunderstanding and the audience doesnt miss it. they talk, makeup, kiss, whatnot.

I hope this makes even an OUNCE of sense. but i'd love to see what you can do with it <33 !!!!!

Oooo I like it! I’ve never been a read or write of enemies to loves but I’d love the chance! This is such a great idea

Ted Nivison || Mic’d Up & Messed Up

Being on Chuckle Sandwich was great. The three of you-Schlatt, Ted, and you—had a dynamic that worked. The audience loved it, you had fun, and overall, it should’ve been perfect.

Except for one thing.

You and Ted? Couldn’t stand each other.

Or at least, that’s how it seemed.

Before all the tension you liked Ted. A lot. The kind of like where your heart skipped a beat when he laughed, where the teasing back and forth felt charged. And you swore he felt the same way until suddenly, he didn’t.

One day, something shifted. The flirtation turned real. Real frustration, real irritation, and before you knew it, you’d gone from stealing glances to barely speaking unless the mics were on.

You never knew why.

But today? Today, you were determined to just keep it together.

Today’s episode was a fan questions episode. Easy. Simple.

…Right?

“Alright,” Schlatt said, scrolling through the submissions. “Here’s one… How do you work with someone you don’t get along with?’”

Ted let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, great topic.”

“Very relatable” you scoff.

Schlatt grinned. “You two are so full of shit.”

You ignored him. “Honestly? Just focus on the job. You don’t have to like someone to work with them.”

Ted hummed. “True. But I’d say communication is important. Without communication there’s nothing…”

Schlatt was practically beaming. “This is the best day of my life.”

Ted exhaled, shaking his head. “Some people are just naturally stubborn.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And some people are just wrong.”

Schlatt burst out laughing. “Alright, next question before you two actually start throwing hands.”

The episode moved on, but you could feel the weight of it still lingering. And you knew the comments were gonna eat that moment alive.

After recording, Schlatt left first, leaving you and Ted alone in the studio.

You exhaled sharply. “Okay. What the hell was that?”

Ted crossed his arms. “You tell me.”

“You were the one being passive-aggressive!”

Ted scoffed. “Me? You literally called me naturally difficult!”

“Because you are!”

Ted huffed a dry laugh. “You’ve been weird with me for months.”

“You started acting different first!”

“No, you did!”

Silence. Staring. The tension was unbearable.

Then Ted exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Jesus Christ. This is so fucking stupid.”

You hesitated. “What is?”

“This!” He gestured between you. “I don’t even know why we started hating each other.”

You paused. Because, yeah. Neither did you.

“…Oh,” you muttered.

Ted sighed. “Yeah. Oh.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Fuck it.” Ted’s gaze locked onto yours. “Months ago, I heard you talking to Schlatt. You said I was ‘arrogant as hell and impossible to work with.’”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“I heard you,” he insisted. “So don’t act like—”

“Oh, my God, Ted.” You groaned, rubbing your face. “That wasn’t about you.”

Ted blinked. “What?”

“I was talking about my ex. Schlatt asked why we broke up, and I said he was arrogant and impossible to work with.”

Ted’s expression shifted. “You’re serious?”

“Yes! Why would I lie about that?”

Ted was silent. Processing. Then He let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Jesus Christ. We’ve been at each other’s throats for months over that?”

“Apparently.”

Another pause.

Ted’s eyes flickered over you, the usual smirk tugging at his lips. But this time, there was something else behind it.

“So…” he mused, voice lower now. “That means you don’t actually hate me?”

Your breath caught slightly. “No.”

Ted hummed. “Huh.”

The air shifted. The frustration, the tension—it was still there, but now it felt different.

You crossed your arms. “Why do you sound disappointed?”

Ted took a step closer. “Maybe I liked it better when you had a reason to pay attention to me.”

Your pulse jumped. “Ted.”

His smirk widened. “What?”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you’re cute when you’re mad.”

Your heart was pounding now, and you knew he could tell.

Ted’s gaze flickered between your eyes and your lips. “You know… before all this bullshit, I actually liked you.”

Your breath hitched. “Yeah?”

He hummed. “Mhm. Thought maybe you felt the same way. But then you started treating me like an asshole, so I figured I was just being stupid.”

“You were being stupid.”

Ted raised a brow.

You took a step closer. “Because I liked you too.”

Ted’s smirk faltered just slightly then returned, sharper. “Oh.”

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t hesitant. It was months of tension finally snapping. His hands found your waist, your fingers curled into his hoodie, and fuck, this was so much better than you ever expected.

When you finally pulled away, you were breathless. “Shit.”

Ted smirked. “Yeah.”

He tilted his head. “So… we just gonna leave it at that, or—”

You rolled your eyes. “I mean, I’d like this to keep going. Turn into something more.”

His grin widened. “Cool. I’m picking you up Friday.” Ted smirked. “I was right about you liking me, wasn’t I?”

You huffed, shaking your head. “God, I hate you.”

Ted leaned in, lips barely brushing against yours. “No, you don’t.”

And yeah. Maybe he had a point.

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KEANU REEVES as John Wick JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 (2023) Dir. Chad Stahelski

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The Silent Duke

─────── · · A Smosh Bridgerton/Historical AU

Pairing: Duke!Spencer Agnew x F!Reader (no use of sher/her pronouns)

─ · · SUMMARY: Your parents say you must marry by the end of the season (much to your horror) but what happens when a mysterious gentleman appears, what difference will that make of your marriage outlook when sparks fly and yet you are being paired with another- the mystery-mans best friend out of all people!

─ · · TAGS: bridgerton alternative universe, historical au, old-fashioned society, talks of marriage, hopeless-romantic reader, jealous!Spencer, fluff, angst, drama

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 3,091

─ · · A/N: I am so unbelievably hyped for the next season of Bridgerton and for those who don't know what the show is, this is basically a historical AU.

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It was the start of the social season and you your parents had agreed you had wasted enough time having your head in books and your fingers stained by paints and inks that you should find a spouse (much to your horror).

You were scared. Scared to lose your independence of doing what you want, when you wanted to. Scared that you would have to stress about providing for others all the time and to worry over someone. You were scared that you would fall in love, whatever love felt like, with someone only for your heart to get broken when they go to court another; someone who looks better than you, has more polished shoes or sharper brains.

What if they could sing? Dance better? Would they have a laugh that sounds like rainfall and bells? These thoughts swirled around your head as your older brother and their wife sat across from you, you sitting in between your mother and father. You were surrounded by couples who deeply loved one another and you wanted nothing more but to find something rare like that.

But it was exactly that, rare, that stopped you from looking and getting your heartbroken in the first place. You dreamed in the novels you read of knights whisking away servants and queens falling for peasants but that was it, just fiction or for the lucky. And you always lacked luck being the second born in all.

Sighing to yourself, your clothes feeling too tight all the sudden as you adjusted your collar and gloves, shifting in your seat as your mother reprimands, "Stop moving, you mustn't wrinkle your clothes now, dear, we have appearances to maintain." You shift one last time with a nod. Your hands now forming fists placed atop your knees to stop yourself from moving about.

You swear to be hearing the string quartet already as grand grounds and an equally grand home come into view from the cobbled streets. Surrounded by a brick wall fence and iron gates that glide gracefully on the hinges, the whole property is well-maintained as a fountain with various fish spout water. You hold in a laugh while observing the bulging eyes on all of them, the owner must have a good sense of humour.

"Mama, I have not seen this estate before, is it a first for the host?" You question in a whispering tone, unknowing to how well the carriage blocks your conversation as you pull up to the staff awaiting on the front steps.

"Yes, it is the Duke's first time hosting an event, though Lady Danbury has been... politely reminding the Duke that he does need to host events with his title. You nod your head, curiosity ever-growing as you imagine a thousand men who would hold a title and not wish to flaunt it all around the ton.

You wonder if they have a spouse, children to fill these walls that you are about to enter. Are they young or old? Bright or simple-minded? What hobbies do they have? Why keep themselves hidden... what secrets do they hide?

In a world of your own you descend for the carriage, your father taking your mothers arm as they stroll ahead of you. You can hear your brothers wife giggling from behind and you do not dare to turn around. Instead following absent-mindedly behind your parents like a little ducking.

The halls are painted a wonderful forest green, gold accents appear tasteful but are not gaudy. The floors are a wonderful oak that warms the interior, it truly feels like a home despite the scale. As you continue further into the home, you pick out the simple paneling against the walls, the surplus of plants and trinkets rather than the beheaded animals or weapons you would think a rich man like this to hold against their walls. But none of it but gorgeous paintings and by reading the tags, all gifted.

For a man who does not socialize with the ton, they seem to be in well standings with many artists for them to gift such beautiful works. Soon you find yourself distanced from your family, so enveloped by the various landscapes and bizarrely, portraits of animals and the dukes friends. All of which you had never seen before.

Keeping your hands behind your back, to stop yourself from touching everything with your curiosity. You take to a side table, running long with the hallway. A book sits open with various encouraging messages and doodles in the corners of the pages that has you smiling before a light cough has you standing upright and at attention.

A presence now stands politely behind you yet just to your side. You can see their shadow casting over the book as you turn your head to be met with blue eyes framed by a thin pair of silver glasses. Curly brown hair draping elegantly over his forehead. His beard is clearly cut and self decorated in a simple black suit and white shirt.

Your cheeks warm, embarrassed to be caught snooping by this member of the ton as you take a step back and bow your head in greeting. "Good evening, It appears I have lost my way to the events hall," you voice, doing your best to keep your tone even and your eyes looking above his eyes, not being able to maintain eye contact in your embarrassment.

"Good evening," the man greets you back, extending their hand towards your own that you hesitantly take, unable to hide the surprise when they take your hand, gracing the back of it with a delicate kiss, that has your skin tickling underneath your gloves, "allow me to take you back."

You nod in reply, not trusting your voice as your hand is moved to their arm as they lead you back up to the hall. "I see that the decor has caught your attention, anything of note?" They make light conversation and you are partially thankful for them trying to ease you but at the same time, you didn't wish to speak, keeping your answers short and wanting to find your brother to hide behind like old times.

"I... I found it curious, the decor in how there are no portraits of the Duke yet so many of his friends and animals. I have not seen anything like it in the other manors I have been invited into." The man hums out, agreeing with your answer as you catch the corner of their smile. "Yes, very interesting how the Duke has no images of himself despite it being his main estate. Many appear to look past it but you observed it, Do you think it tasteless?"

You catch the hint of a tease but genuine curiosity matching your own, "I do not think it to be tasteless. I find it uplifting to see a nobleman not bragging their possessions, a trait hard to come by these days."

"Hard to come by yes but not if you don't look in the right places for it. It appears we have arrived, I wish you a good evening," the man places his hand on top of your own, gently removing it from his arm before turning back down the hall.

"Are you not joining in the festivities, sir?" you ask, hands clasped to your front with a tilt to your head watching as he stops and turns his head over his shoulder. "I have yet to think about that, but your presence will definitely make me consider." And with that he disappears behind another door as if a mere fragment of your imagination.

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The ballroom is a whirlwind of champagne, delicacies and delights as lace and linen twirl around the floor in various bright shades of nature to celebrate the early spring. You stand to the back, observing as the couples dance around the floor, skirts twirling and suit tails chasing after. You do your best to hide your dancing card in between your hands, the pursuit of finding a spouse still looming over your head, and that dread comes crashing down like a tidal wave as your mother bring forth a potential suitor.

"Child of mine, may I present to you Mister Tran, he comes from a family of businessman and traders, how wonderful is that dear? He is a polygot and even a world adventurer." Your mom brings your hands together as you bow down in greeting and he does the same, ending with a kiss to the back of your glove that has you not feeling the same sparks as you did with the man earlier in the hallway.

Mr. Tran appears tall and lean, he has long hair tied back into a bun. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he signs your dance card and adjusts his glasses, that similar slim silver that has your heart racing for some reason. "Pleasure to meet you," Mr. Tran speaks in a light even tone, "I hear you had a passion for literature, have you ever read in another language?"

"No, I have not had the pleasure of yet but I do wish to in the future," you reply, eyes casting over his black suit that hows small stripes of another material. His pocket square is nothing like you've seen before, "What design do you have in your suit-pocket there" you ask.

"Ah, this is from my dear friend Spencer. We both traveled to France in our early twenties, quite the adventure not meant for the proper ears here but we commissioned this work in memory of it." Mr. Tran leans down closer for you to observe the small french-styled buildings and floral prints embroidered.

"It is quite lovely," you finish with as Mr. Tran stands back upright. "I mustn't hold your gorgeous attention any longer. I'm sure many more suitors are wishing to introduce themselves but I do look forward to our dance later tonight," he parts with one last kiss to your hand as you stand there still, your mother put her hands up in a silent cheer towards you that you try and force a smile to your face as the next gentleman coves up and the next, and next... until your card became full.

Your heart dropped seeing not an empty slot left, that man from earlier still at the forefront of your thoughts as you got whisked off to the dance floor where you would spend the rest of your night filled with conversations of men ranting about their mistresses or trying to smell your hair with little that you could do.

Their conversations bored you, they hardly asked you a question on your likes or the things you studied, some even had the delight of saying you shouldn't have studies in the first place that put you in a great mood to say the least.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Mr. Tran asks, you freeze in his arms, blinking confused to getting recognition and that your partner changed. Your shoulders finally drop as he smiles down at you, pulling away for a twirl before coming back together. You think quickly for an excuse, "Just wondering where the Duke is, I have yet to see him tonight."

Mr. Tran hums in agreement but by the look in his eyes, you don't believe him to be truthful as you press forwards, "Have you seen the Duke, Mr. Tran?" you ask the only man you could consider to be in high standing with you tonight from his basic ability to hold conversation as a two-way affair alongside actually interesting hobbies.

"I have but I am surprised to know you are looking for the Duke, am I not to your liking?" Mr. Tran teases light heartedly, already knowing your answer after conversing with his friend earlier.

"Well, it is their event afterall, do you not find it curious that they do not appear to it?" you cut him off with a sorry smile.

"Well, from being in close standings to the Duke, I cannot say that this is not a common experience. He likes to keep in close company not these large social events not to his tastes," Mr. Tran explains as you both sway together, you catch a look from your parents and brother who all are encouraging you to smile more as you roll your eyes in their direction.

"I gathered that from his decor from earlier, though I do wonder where a man went from earlier. Say have you seen a shorter gentleman, glasses similar to your own with curly hair?" Mr. Tran does not do well to hide his smile or chuckle, a light coming to his eyes as he puts all the pieces together about his friend and you.

"Very interesting and very insightful of you to observe, I do know the gentleman you know to be describing, he is to be my best mate, Spencer."

"Spencer?" you test the name against your tongue as Mr. Tran's arms tighten around you, "Correct but I wouldn't say that name so outspokenly, you might receive more than a few looks for it"

"Oh! I do apologize, did they do something disgraceful- wait. That was wrong of me to consider, I do apologize, again," you ramble.

"No, he certainly is not disgraceful, I mean you both did converse did you not? He is a perfect gentleman except when it comes to his competitive attitude in sport, then he is not," you both chuckle at this, the music slowing as your eyes cast over his shoulder in the final moments of dance.

Mr. Tran holds you still as you stumble over your shoes when catching a familiar blue. Spencer, you learned his name to be casts you a wink and raised champagne glass as he observes you with a small smile that has your heart pumping as you cast a similar one in his direction.

"It appears you both have found one another," Mr. Tran teases, you both bow one more to end the dance before you are stepping around the crowd to see where Spencer had disappeared off to once more only yo be stopped by your mother as you huff in annoyance and try to continue forward but are sadly stopped.

"Mother, please-I" you begin. "My, you and Mr. Tran have truly made a connection with one another, we must see him next week for another dance," and with sunken shoulders you are lead out another door and towards your carriage.

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Spencer awaited in the room for your presence, he had not yet had a moment where you both could converse freely again without a thousand eyes staring back at your interactions. He worried that his title would come in the way yet again.

So he turned around, ready to greet you with a smile as the door handle turned open. Only for him to sit back in his chair when Mr. Alex Tran, his best friend came into the room. "It appears that my presence is disappointing to many today, how wonderful for me." Alex sarcastically comments while sitting across from Spencer, placing his shoes against the coffee table as someone comes over to pour both men a glass of whiskey. Both men commenting their thanks to the staff before they exit the room.

"Hm, might just be with that face of yours~" Spencer teases, holding up his glass for a cheers as Alex scoffs but clinks his glass nonetheless. "You're one to be commenting on face values, you are leading that poor man/lady on."

"I have no idea what you are on about."

"Hmm, well if you have no idea then you mustn't be interested in learning how much they wanted to learn about you once knowing we were friends..." Alex slowly turns his head to Spencer, catching as his eyes light up much similarly to your own. He knows that you both formed a connection in that little meeting within the hallway and he would not want his best mate to miss out on another opportunity like this.

"Well, all knowledge is good knowledge, do let me know," Spencer says, feeling around in his jacket for a cigar as he lights it in wait. Alex shakes his head with a smile, "Brother I say you are infatuated, would I be wrong in saying so?"

"Infatuated?" Spencer thinks aloud, blowing out a cloud of smoke to the side while staring up at the coffered ceiling. "I would not say infatuated but intrigued."

"Their mother introduced me to them, saying they are to find a husband by the end of the season. I do understand that they looked similar to our age but I did find it odd that with such elegance, someone did not swoop them off their feet earlier. And they really are quite intelligent and well-spoken, holding a love for literature and an interest in my adventures. I had never spoken to a woman/man with such childlike curiosity mixed with a mature understanding of the world and its functions." Alex recalled your conversations to Spencer, catching as his eyes narrowed in recognition for the dance you both shared together.

"I would say you should put your foot in the door so-to-speak. I may be finding a spouse like the other gentlemen by the end of the season. The lady/sir appears to be in high demand, their card was full as soon as they noticed they were available," Alex concludes, taking a drag of Spencer cigar. "I mean, I wouldn't mind marrying them, they seem in tune with my lifestyle," Alex imagines only to be kicked in the shin with a wince.

"I think our friendship may have to be called into question if you take away the first person I have taken interest in in nearly a decade," Spencer quips, taking the cigar back before loosening his tie.

"Well then, friend. I think you will need to 'step up your game' as the youth say. I overheard that I was number one on their dating card," Alex presses more, loving the look brewing in Spencer eyes as they both lean back in their chairs. "Well that really won't do," Spencer comments, shaking his head, curls coming undone.

"Are you saying the Silent Duke is finally going to be socializing like the rest of us in the ton? Not frolicking with their fellow artist friends?" Alex presses for a clear answer, his love of adventure shining through for the possibilities this could entail.

"You would stand correct."

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─ · · A/N: what did y'all think??? also sorry for the lack of updates, was on vacation.

─ · · SPENCER AGNEW TAGLIST: @lisiliely @missflufffanfics @little-stitious-studios @thejourneyneverendsx @sibsteria @lizzylynch1 @babble2 @delaneyburghardt @thevintagefangirl @uniquely-haunting @maricarorp

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hope yall have a safe and happy halloween!!!!

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A boop cat to live on your blog!!!!!

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yall, i havent been here in days... work is kicking my ASS. i miss reading :(

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HI feel free to ignore this but if you are open for requesting, I'd love a fic with Clancy and reader smut? Maybe Clancy coming back from a long mission away from the Bandito camp and reader is a Bandito/his partner who is just excited to see him, but Clancy is really pent up and barely gives them a chance to say hi before he's dragging reader off/away from the camp. Masked sex with possible deepthroating as Clancy fucks readers mouth ensues? Or pushes them against a tree? Either way the mask stays on because he doesn't have time and he's riled up >3

Clancy Comes (Back to Trench)

Word count : 1538

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Warnings: if you couldn’t tell based off the request this is pure smut!! You’ve been warned!

Enjoy 🤭

Energy in the camp buzzed with the announcement that Clancy was finally coming back to trench. Anxiety and excitement mingled inside you as you waited for him. He had been gone for weeks, on a mission to scout out Dema with a few other banditos.

You tried to keep your excitement off your face as you paced around camp aimlessly because no one except the Torchbearer knew about your relationship with Clancy. You had decided it would be better to keep it a secret in order to protect you in case the bishops ever came looking for something to hurt him indirectly.

Stopping near the large fire at the center of camp, you rubbed your bare shoulders, having forgotten your jacket back in the tent you were just wearing a plain white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and black boots.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of staring off into the darkness beyond the camp's border you spotted a tiny pinprick of fire moving its way towards you. It was the torchbearer leading Clancy back home. Everyone around you seemed to notice as well as they started to stir with excitement, no doubt hoping for good news from him about the rebellion. The pit that dug itself in your stomach everytime he left slowly started to fill itself in as he approached, he was safe. That’s all that really mattered to you.

As they strided into camp, loud cheers of excitement filled the air as they congratulated Clancy on another successful mission, you stood off to the side out of the way and watched, arms folded over your chest. While you wished you could run into his arms you knew that you had to keep your ruse up for a little bit longer.

“(Y/N),” you jumped when you heard your name, not realizing Clancy was now standing right in front of you, his eyes locked onto you which was all you could see apart from his mask. Scanning over you quickly before he grabbed your wrist and started pulling you away into the direction of the distant treeline on the edge of camp.

“Woah hey, is everything alright?” You said nervously as he pulled you along, he didn’t say anything but his grip tightened on you.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest with anxiety. The other banditos were definitely staring but you found yourself not caring. Once you had just made it into the cover of the trees, he released your wrist. His eyes locked onto yours with intensity as his hands started undoing with his belt Immediately your eyes widened when you realized what was about to happen, feeling a tingle between your legs as you swallowed in anticipation.

“On your knees (Y/N).” He commanded and you immediately fell, his tone leaving no room for argument as he spoke.

Your eyes locked onto his already evident bulge as he pulled his cock out of the confines of his pants, before his hand found the back of your head and pushed you forward.

You didn’t need any more encouragement than that, taking it in one hand you wrapped your lips around it, tasting the familiar tangy saltiness of him. Licking the precum off the tip and savoring the flavor.

Clancy groaned, throwing his head back against the tree, his hands wrapping themselves in your hair at the roots and tugging, making you moan around him. You worked on him with your tongue first, swirling and sucking on the sensitive tip before you felt him tug on your hair harder, urging you.

“Take my cock in your throat like the good girl I know you are, (Y/N).” He said as he pressed it deepe. Resisting the urge to gag on it, your eyes watered as you made eye contact with him.

He fucked your throat with little mercy, salvia dripping down your chin as you tried to keep

Your composure, bracing your hands on his hips as he fucked your mouth.

Pulling off him for a moment he let you catch your breath, “Touch yourself.” He commanded. Your heart stopped at his words and you felt yourself throb with need. Quickly undoing the button on your pants and slip a hand inside, pushing aside your soaked panties to find the throbbing bundle of nerves begging for attention.

“Mmm…” you moaned, feeling Clancy press his cock against your lips again impatiently, you pressed your fingers against your clit as he watched, his pupils blown out with lust.

Taking him in your mouth again you swirl your tongue in time with your fingers, Clancy's fingers knotting themselves in your hair taking full control of your mouth.

You could feel yourself building to your climax and just as you’re about to tip over the edge, Clancy snatches your wrist stopping your ministrations, and pulls his dripping cock out of your mouth as you try to catch your breath.

Kneeling on the ground, he positions himself between your legs as he yanks off your boots and unbuttones your pants before pulling everything off, baring your soaked center to him. He hooked your legs around his waist and positioned his cock against your entrance before snapping his hips into you in one quick motion, bottoming out inside of you with a guttural moan.

One hand dug into your hip and the other pressed against your clit making your writhe around him.

“Fuck, (Y/N), your cunt was made for me. Made to be fucked and filled by me.” He thrust into you at an impossible speed, making it impossible to stay quiet as you held your hand against your mouth to keep the whole camp from hearing you get your brains fucked out.

Lifting your hips up he adjusted the angle so he could thrust deeper into you, the new angle pressing deliciously against the spot that made your toes curl. With half lidded eyes you watched in a haze as he plowed into you, admiring just how gorgeous he looked even though you could only see his piercing glare through the mask.

You could feel the coil inside you tightening impossibly until it finally snapped, sending you over the edge with a mind numbing orgasm.

The feeling of you clenching around his cock was enough to send him over the edge too, gripping both legs with bruising strength and bottoming out inside of you as his cock pulsed with his release, sending hot spurts of cum deep inside you.

You fell back onto the grass with heaving breaths, Clancy untangling himself from you before standing up and readjusting himself into his pants.

He reached out a hand for you to grab and helped you stand on admittedly wobbly legs, then handing you your pile of discarded clothes to put back on.

Clancy leaned against the tree and silently watched as you redressed yourself, cringing slightly as the still soaked panties you had to put back on. You’d need to go to your tent to clean up as soon as possible.

Once you were fully dressed, Clancy stepped over to you, inspecting you closely and smoothing your hair.

You pulled him into a hug and buried your face into his chest, while he stood still, clearly surprised.

“I missed you, and I’m glad you're safe…” you said what you wanted to say before he pulled you away.

Looking up at him you met his eyes, he reached up and pulled off his mask, before capturing your lips in his for the first time in weeks.

You melted into the kiss as he held you, rubbing his hands along the bare skin of your arms.

“I missed you too, (Y/N). You’re all I could think about while I was gone… It was distracting.” He said with a small smirk. “Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

You hadn’t realized how much the temperature was dropping now that it was getting later in the evening.

“I just forgot it, and I didn’t want to miss you coming back.”

He smiled at you and sighed before stepping back and sliding off his black jacket, revealing his toned tattooed arms that you loved. holding it out to you, gesturing for you to let him help you put it on.

You eyed the bright red tape on the shoulders that only he had.

“Are you sure Clancy? I don’t want them to find out… you know, about us?”

“I don’t care (Y/N). If I cared I wouldn’t have pulled you away in front of everyone…” he trailed off as he slid the jacket onto you. It smelled so perfectly like him you fought the urge to take a deep whiff of it.

He smiled when he saw how you looked on his jacket. Cheeks flushed still from your encounter, he captured your mouth once more and kissed you deeply.

When you reluctantly pulled away he pressed one more soft kiss to your forehead, before he pulled his mask back on.

“Let’s get back to camp and get you warm.”

“Yes Sir.” You said a little mischievously, watching for a reaction and being satisfied when his eyes widened.

“Be careful with that mouth of yours (Y/N), you’re going to have a long night.”

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just thinking about a pride and prejudice au with tyler as mr darcy and josh as mr bingley.

the angst... UGH

@fairlylocalkatiee since we talked about it havent stopped thinking about it. watching p&p right now too 😭

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been thinking about spookyface an awful lot so have some pics of them :33

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okay wait, i dont know if im stupid or a genius rn.

in message man during the bridge, he says "remember that morning is when night is dead"

morning... MOURNING. like mourning night being dead.

maybe im just looking too far into it but if im right. Tyler is a genius.

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