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wrayah · 1 year ago

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wriothesley x fem!reader

prompt: An overworked Writohesley finally accepts to get an assitant to help him around. Work begins to become smoother thanks to you, however you also make things harder for Wriothesley thanks to your innocent seductiveness. A small clothing mishap becomes the perfect moment for Writohesley to solve the throbbing problem in his pants.

notes: HERE IT IS THE (somewhat) SEX CRAZED WRIO I PROMISED YOU ALL !! can you guys tell i'm obsessed with this man ?? now please ask me for other characters i have no idea what to write now ( ;´ - `;)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), dom!wrio, pet names, penetration, oral, no protection, ejaculation, curse words, handcuffs, overstimulation (kinda?)

Wriothesley wasn't very fond of the idea of hiring an assistant, he could handle his work all by himself, he had been doing it for a while and could keep going that way. He simply couldn't comprehend why Sigewinne was so insistent, why she kept nagging him and telling him he should get help.

"'You really should consider it!" Sigewinne scolded Writohesley from her seat across from him, her tiny hands holding a cup of warm tea. "As the head and only nurse of the Fortress, it is my duty to take care of the people who work here, and that includes you!"

He chuckled at her puffed cheeks, she looked adorable when she was mad, and it was a challenge to take her seriously sometimes. He sipped his tea before looking at her, smiling.

"I'm okay, you don't need to worry. I don't need help-"

"Yes, you do! I can clearly see that you are extremely tired, and I have caught you working way past time lately!" She interrupted him, her tone stern but also caring. She looked at him in the eyes, dead serious. "How long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?"

His eyebags wouldn't let him lie his way out of this one, he couldn't actually remember the last time he went to bed and woke up feeling replenished. He frowned and looked down, having no answer to Sigewinne's question.

She scoffed at his reaction, closing her eyes and sipping her tea. She then placed her cup down, looked back up at him, and smiled. "Now that we've reached an agreement, I'll ask the guards to put up the flyers."

Writohesley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "Fine."

And that's how you got into the Fortress of Meropide as Wriothesley's assistant.

You had been working as the Duke's assistant for a few weeks now, helping him handle paperwork, running errands for him around the fortress, and on the surface, basically helping and doing everything and anything to make things a bit easier for him. It wasn't all that hard, a bit hectic but you actually enjoyed what you were doing.

Your presence had completely changed Wriothesley's routine, he was now able to finish his paperwork in time every day and got to sleep correctly again. Sigewinne had teased him continuously about how he was doing better now thanks to her idea, and he couldn't help but admit that she was right, he did need help.

On top of allowing him to get back on his feet and feel alive again, it was an actual pleasure to have you around. He was reluctant at the idea of an assistant at first, he got to know you however with time and was actually not disappointed. You were a smart and gentle individual, always ready to help and accomplish tasks with a smile on your face, even the tedious ones. Whenever you had free time, you would bring him tea along with some sweets, which he highly appreciated. This imposed a timeout on him, which wasn't actually so bad. He enjoyed chatting with you, whether it was about work or whatever else.

Everything was going well, except for one thing. Everything was great, everything you did was perfect. You were perfect.

Writohesley couldn't keep his eyes off of you at times. Generally, he thought you were beautiful, your smile melted his heart, the way your cheeks reddened whenever you stammered or were unsure softened him, and the way you dressed pleased him, especially when you wore somewhat revealing clothing- shit.

It was hard for him to keep focus on work at times because of you, but forced himself to stay put. He could handle the situation well, but it was challenging at times.

On hotter days, like today, you would wear skirts without tights, leaving your thighs exposed for Writohesley to admire. Your skin looked so soft, and the way they looked when you sat made him want to dig his fingers into them so badly.

He could handle admiring your form, it wasn't the first time he had seen a beautiful woman in his life, he just had to put in a little more effort to stay focused.

He did almost lose his mind at one point though.

He was reading a dossier, holding it with his right hand and toying with his handcuffs with the other, spinning them around. He looked up at you once he was done to give you a new order but he caught you looking intently at his handcuffs, a light blush on your cheeks. Once you noticed his gaze, your eyes darted to his and you lightly cleared your throat, cheeks brightening. Oh, the dirty things that must have been going through your mind.

Ever since then, those same dirty fantasies have invaded Writohesley's mind, making his work, as well as something else, harder. All he could think of was cuffing you up and manhandling you.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. Focus, Wrio, you need to finish this by noon.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You enquired, sitting across from him also handling a report file.

He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. Your gaze was caring, worried, and so sweet.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, could you get me some iced tea, please?" He needed something to soothe him as well as the growing heat in his pants.

"Of course!" You replied, a big smile on your face. You got up immediately and turned to make your way out of his office. You accidentally bumped some files on his desk in the process though, papers falling to the ground before you.

"I'm so, so sorry! I'll-I'll gather everything!" You stammered, bending down to pick up every loose paper and file, unintentionally flashing Writohesley while doing so.

He could see everything, the back of your exposed upper thighs, your beautifully shaped ass, your laced panties-covered crotch. Oh Archons, how could he keep his composure before such a sight?

Wriothesley cleared his throat again, this time to grab your attention. You squeaked, stood up, and spun around quickly, a messy pile of papers in hand. You were expecting to be scolded for your idiocy. You gulped as you looked into his darkening eyes, his face was deadly serious. You were done for.

"Don't think that what you just did is, let's say, inappropriate?" He questioned, a slight smirk emerging. Your terrified expression turned into a confused one, which he chuckled at. You weren't even aware of what you were doing to him, how cute.

"Your skirt is quite short you know, you should have kneeled down instead." Your eyes widened, realising what had just happened. You frowned and looked down, face becoming as red as a tomato. You placed your hands behind you, covering your behind with the papers.

"I-I'm sorry! I-... I didn't intend to give such a view..." You were so embarrassed you were barely able to pronounce the last part. You sighed ashamed. You wanted to dive into the deepest parts of the sea and stay there.

Toying with you was fun. "You know, it's not the first time your clothes have bothered me. To be fair, you sometimes dress quite inappropriately for work." He took out his handcuffs and began playing with them like last time, catching your attention once again. He grinned, canines showing. "Don't you think that, as your boss, I should reprimand you?"

You bit your lip, intrusive thoughts clouding your mind. That didn't go unnoticed, it only made his smirk grow wider.

"Go on, finish cleaning your mess up." He instructed, eyeing the rest of the papers on the floor. You did as told, kneeling down this time.

He got up from his chair as you placed the paper mountain on his desk. You watched carefully as he came up behind you, you didn't dare to turn around though.

"Hands behind your back."

"H-huh?" You turned your head to look at him, his frame hovering over yours, eyeing you down.

He cocked his eyebrow. "Want me to repeat? Hands behind your back." His voice was stern, he was doing his best to hide his lust.

You did as told, and soon enough you felt the cold feeling of metal around your wrists. He had handcuffed you. You choked a little on your breath, not expecting this to happen. Your darkest fantasies were coming to life, but you couldn't let your mind get the best of you, you were already embarrassed enough.

"You see, being naughty like that isn't very nice, you've been making things hard for me lately." He placed your hands on his clothed dick as he spoke, rubbing against them. Your breathing was shaky, and his pants felt so tight against him, that you couldn't help but imagine what he was hiding underneath.

"Since you're to help me, I thought you could also help me with this." He pressed his dick against your hands once more, letting out a shaky grunt. "Will ya?"

You nodded timidly, still not believing what was happening. "Good. Come on now."

He leads you back towards his desk as if he were leading a prisoner. Being treated this way was making you feel hot and bothered, but you loved it. He put his hands on your shoulders and with slight pressure instructed you to kneel down before his chair, which he would sit on soon after. He began undoing his belt, his pants coming soon after, all the while being attentively observed by you. He chuckled as he saw your big eyes look at his shielded cock, mouth agape with impatience. He finally slid his bottoms down a little, revealing his girthy dick to you, tip slightly swollen and shimmering with precum. You bit your lip at the sight, mouth-watering. He was so close, it was so close.

His hand came to caress your cheek tenderly. "Open your mouth for me, baby. Tongue out."

You opened up, tongue sliding out. You looked up at him, waiting for his next command. His hand travelled up to your hair, grabbing a handful lightly, before tugging your head down towards his dick.

As your tongue finally met his throbbing tip, you flicked it against it, tasting him. Salty but tasty. You began licking his tip, tongue swirling around it, pressing against his slit, doing all you can to take in all of that sweet precum. Wriothesley moaned lowly above you, hand caressing your hair now, encouraging you, praising you.

"Come on, don't be shy, take me in." Your mouth wraps around his wet tip, making its way down slowly. He was thick, but there was so much saliva that you were easily able to swallow him whole on the first way down, making him curse under his breath. You began slowly bobbing your head up and down, tongue against the underside of his dick.

"That's good baby, keep going." It felt so good he couldn't help but let his head fall back, breathy moans and curses leaving his lips as he tugged on your hair, instructing you to pick up the pace. You were doing your very best to go fast, but he was so big and your mouth so small that your cheeks began to hurt and so your pace began to falter.

He looked back down at you with glazy eyes, only to be met with lustful eyes looking back up at him, your mouth around his dick, drool dripping down from it. Fuck. The sight made something snap inside of him, it made him feral.

He got up from his chair, standing up before you, making sure your mouth never left his dick. You let out surprised noises around his cock, making him groan from the vibrations. He placed both his hands on your hair, gripping it hard enough to keep your head still and thrust into your mouth. You moaned around him with each thrust, both from pleasure and from slight pain, but mostly from pleasure.

"Look at me, baby." His husky voice sent electric shocks all day down to your core, making your thighs squeeze together. You looked up at him, the mere sight of his expression being almost enough to make you cream.

You look at him, tears in the corners of your eyes, cheeks red, drool all over, was enough to send him over the edge. He buried himself deep within your mouth and, with a loud groan, his cum sprung out onto your throat and into your mouth.

"Fuck." He panted, thrusting slowly to get every single last drop of his cum out before sliding out.

He grinned as he saw your puffed-out cheeks, your mouth filled with cum. He put his hand on your chin, grabbing it gently. "Swallow. All of it."

Your eyes widened at the command yet you swallowed the thick liquid without hesitation, small tears coming up from how weird it felt when it slid down your throat. He grinned and patted your head. "Good girl."

He picked you up from the floor with ease, making you gasp. He placed you down, feet on the floor, facing his desk, your legs against it. Your hands were still bound behind you, and your wrists started to ache a bit. He pressed up against your back, hands grabbing at your hips as he nuzzled your neck, taking in your fragrance. You tilted your head to the side, giving him enough room to pamper your neck with kisses. He licked long slow strips along your veins. You moaned, your core growing warmer with every passing second.

You felt something hard poke your hands, he was still hard. Mustering up some courage, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, it fits perfectly between them. You started pumping it, long slow, and sloppy strokes. He groaned against your neck, biting down hard. You both moaned and groaned, you from his sucking and biting on your neck, him from you pumping his dick.

He suddenly pulled his hips away, freeing his length from your heavenly grip. One of his hands went to your back, pushing your upper body downward against the table. "Stay there."

"Yes, sir." You whispered, body engulfed in pleasure.

He bent down, face in front of your clothed crotch. He pressed his nose against your wet panties. Oh, you smelled intoxicating. He pulled your panties and skirt down, the cold air of the room hitting your hot pussy suddenly, making you shiver.

Writohesley licked his lips as he admired you in all of your glory, folds glistening from how excited you were. He leaned forward, placing both his hands on your thighs, and lay his tongue flat on your pussy, licking slowly up.

"Mh, you taste so fucking good." He groaned against your folds, suckling on your sensitive bud. You were becoming a mess, unable to control the sounds leaving your body as he lapped at your wet pussy. You almost screamed when his teeth grazed your clit.

He suddenly got up, spanking you with one hand as he did. "Quiet down, will ya. Do you want everyone in the Fortress to know you were being bad? Do you want everyone to know that your boss is punishing you?"

You shook your head no frantically, going to bite your lower lip in order to keep quiet, but he placed one of his hands on your mouth all the way from behind. With his other hand, he pumped his length a few times before lining it up to your entrance, his tip getting wet as he pressed against you. He pushed inside you, not letting a single second go to waste. He needed you. Your moan was muffled by his strong hand, eyes rolling back. He was filling you up so well, touching your cervix with his tip with the first push. His other hand was on the handcuffs, holding them tight to keep you in place. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his head inside, and then snapped his hips forward, pushing back in violently.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He whispered into your ear. Your little screams were silenced by his hand, he repeated the same movement over and over again, until you could barely hold yourself up, your legs trembling. His low grunts and your muffled sounds filled the room along with the wet obscene sounds your cunt was making with each thrust.

His grip on your mouth and chains suddenly tightened, his pace picking up. He was practically fucking you into his desk right now, each thrust more powerful than the last. You were barely keeping yourself together, drooling into his hand, eyes barely open, cheeks flushed; you were a mess beneath him, and he loved seeing you like this. With each thrust, he stroke all the good spots, making you come undone rapidly. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him drove him crazy, he wanted more of it, more, more.

“Look at your tiny cunt, hugging my dick so tightly. Are you coming for me, princess?” You could only moan and groan in response, making him chuckle at your condition. He kept going, his pace never slowing down, milking your pussy of its juices.

After the second wave of full blown pleasure washed over you, your legs began to wobble, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore and your knees started to bend. He didn’t let you fall though, he quickly let go of your face and hands and held you up by the hips effortlessly.

“We aren’t done yet babygirl.” The side of your face rested on the desk, your mouth agape, raspy, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Your throat was dry from all the screaming, you surely wouldn’t be able to talk properly afterwards. He pounded into you rapidly, his rhythm becoming sloppier with each passing moment, he was getting close too. For someone who had instructed you to be quiet, he sure was being loud now, but neither of you cared.

“So good, so fucking good for me.” He groaned, leaning forward, placing his forehead on your shoulder. His rapid breathing on your back sent shivers down your spine. You felt another orgasm building up, and you knew Wriothesley was close too.

“Wrio- I’m going to…” You could barely speak, every word you uttered being followed by loud gasps.

“I know, baby, I know. Just wait a little.” He hushed you, gripping your hips with so much strength his knuckles were turning white. After a few more pushes, he was losing it, groaning loudly on your shoulder. “Come for me, y/n. Come!”

You moaned loudly, your third climax hitting you like a truck. Your walls clenched his member, that was the last straw for him. He bit down on your shoulder, moaning as he did so. His cock pushed deep inside you and stopped there. His cum came spurting out into you, the warm and thick liquid filling you up, some even dripping out of you and onto the floor.

After a short while, his teeth finally let go of your flesh and he pulled out slowly, more cum dripping onto the floor as he did so. You opened your eyes as best as you could and looked back hazeley only to find a flushed and panting Wriothesley trying to catch his breath, still holding you up.

He then picked you up and sat you down on the desk, taking a set on his chair afterwards. You both sighed of relief, finally relaxing a bit after that experience.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, then looked at the mark on your shoulder and his smile turned upside down. “Sorry about that.”

You put your hand on your shoulder, massaging it to soothe the stinging pain. “It’s okay, it isn’t too bad.” Your smile made his worries die out.

You started to feel a bit chilly, after all your bottoms were still on the floor. Before moving to dress yourself, a question came to your mind. You looked him in the eyes. “So, should I stop dressing the way I do from now on?”

Writohesley smirks, his head resting on his fist. “I won’t forbid you from dressing the way you want, but you must assume the consequences that will come with it.”

At first, you blush, knowing well what he was referring to, but then you return the smile, answering with a confident tone.

“Oh don’t worry, I will.”

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jambalaya-enthusiast · 7 months ago

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dude- i keep thinking about how the crew would react to reader just flirting with them randomly then cutting themselves off and just saying “WHAT WHO SAID THAT”

MAN THESE GEN Z PEOPLE—Crew Members x Reader who flirts with them and randomly yells WHO SAID THAT???

a/n: sorry guys, ik I've been late on this, especially sorry anon, this ask has been in there for WEEKS now. long story short, life happened. Im not graduating this year, my brain made me do not fun stuff which ended in me getting a concussion and being put on new meds. I chose the meds cuz it was either this or a trip down to the psych ward. tmi sorry lol. dw I'm back to writing tho.

warnings: none, goofy ahh fic

CURLY

He is one those himbos who is also kind of a country bumpkin so he's just confused above all else.

Whenever you flirt with him he is always smiling ear to ear.

"damn curly you're so hot, but i could still eat you without breaking a sweat–,

"awh y/n that's—

"WHO SAID THAT?????"

curly 404 has stopped working

he doesn't understand any gen z memes so he'll just stare at u like this: 😀?

JIMMY

annoyed. plain simple annoyed.

he is no better than curly, "memes are for people who have time for enjoyment". Ahh

He'll be grinning, being proud how you're skirting with him and then you go with that fuckass loud yell.

"jimmy you should let me borrow a kiss ;)".

"you know damn right, c'mere-

"WHO SAID THAT..WHO SAID THATTTTT?????".

Y/N WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

Is annoyed for the rest of the day,

"this is why you don't get kisses you dork ass moron".

ANYA

Her heart just drops in her stomach whenever you yell that in her face😭

You've done it so many times yet she always somehow falls for it.

"Anya you're so sweet i could eat you up anytime".

"hehe y/n you're so–

"WHO SAID THATTTTT????"

she'll just drop on the spot 😭

SWANSEA

He has made you sign a literal written agreement that you will not be pulling off that stupid stunt any further.

Gets extremely fucking annoyed like you can see it on his face.

"lookin' damn fine swanbae ;)– WHO SAID THAT??????

"I am going to SMACK you kid".

Doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day

DAISUKE

You both compete with each other in order to see who can catch the other off guard the most in a day.

So the other crew members basically hear the disembodied yells of WHO SAID THAT throughout the day.

Swansea sometimes has to put you both on timeout when it gets out of control.

#this is just warmup the spicy stuff is coming next #mouthwashing #mouthwashing x reader #jimmy mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #mouthwashing curly #curly mouthwashing #swansea mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing daisuke #curly #mouthwashing wrong organ #mouthwashing game

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channelsurfinng · 6 months ago

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I couldn't figure out if you were taking requests or not, so ignore this if you aren't!!

If you are though, could you do some jealousy headcanons? I'd like to see Lyney and Kinich, you can add any more you'd want if you'd like. I'd like to see situations that would make them jealous, and how'd they'd react to feeling that way once they were alone with their partner. THANK YOUU <3

°❀° 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺 °❀°

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 ✧ 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗅𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗆𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂

𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾.

𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌!!! 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖼 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾. 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗎𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆...

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ✧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗒𝗇𝖾𝗒𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗂 𝗆𝗎𝖺 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗅𝗅𝗒

𝗑𝗈𝗑𝗈, 𝗅𝗂𝗅 ୨୧

kinich doesn't like to use the word jealous to describe himself when it comes down to the interactions you have with other people.

you see, he usually has no issue letting you wander off when you see a group of friends, but this time, there was someone he hadn't seen before. and it seemed all this man was interested in was talking to you.

he stayed in the shadows, perhaps perched in a tree with ajaw nagging him. he watched intently- just in earshot to hear the both of you; not like this guy was trying to be super quiet, anyways...

he eventually scoffed, leading ajaws attention back to kinich.

"jealous much?" he inquired, his tone still loud and noisy like usual. kinich had half the mind to brush him off- and almost did, but then he really considered it.

he wasn't ever going to admit that ajaw was right, so he just shook his head.

"no. i've just never seen that guy before. i wonder how y/n knows him, is all."

"uh-huh, okay, kinich." ajaws tone held mockery, trying to really rub it in kinichs' face. "you're lucky i like them so much! otherwise, i'd just let you sit here and suffer!!!!"

kinich eventually waved ajaw into timeout, having a plan on how he wants to deal with the situation at hand. he refuses to admit to anybody but himself that it's jealousy; he's simply looking out for his lover, right?

he slowly and slyly jumps down from the tree he's perched in, making his way towards you. his plan was to be unsuspecting of anything, simply making his way over to greet his significant other.

"hi, y/n" he started, putting his hand on your lower back. he gave a blank look to the man who was currently attempting to ask you to dinner, from what he had caught on. "who's this?"

you smiled at kinich before leaning into his side.

"ah, his name is...." you bite your nail, looking at the man for an answer. that confirmed to kinich that you, for a matter of fact, do not know this man.

"my name is alain. i'm a merchant from fontaine," he started, offering to shake kinichs' hand. he withdrew it when he noticed kinich making no move to take it. "um, i was simply asking this kind person for a tour around the city, is all."

wow, he seemed a lot less confident than before, kinich thought.

"well, thank you for asking, but this person has other plans today." and kinich left it at that, turning you around and walking the other direction with his hand still on your back, leaving the merchant looking defeated and you, with a confused yet amused look on your face.

"wow, kinich, i didn't think you had it in ya," you laughed, smacking his arm. "jealous much?"

he shook his head no. "i just didn't like the way that man was talking to you."

you laughed. "i didn't either, but i didn't think you'd act on it like that. thanks for taking me out of that absolutely awkward situation, though. i bet ajaw was teasing you to hell and back."

"you're welcome," he replies, a small smile visible on his gorgeous face. "i just put ajaw in timeout. he would've went down there himself and told that guy off."

you laughed again, grabbing kinichs' hand off your back and intertwining your fingers with his. "i love you, and only you, kinich."

to this he smiled before replying.

"i love you too, y/n. let's go home, shall we?"

lyney is a jealous type...

he's like kinich in the way of he won't care if you want to go and talk to your friends. he's met them, it's cool with him. he might even join in!

but when he saw a new guy in the group you usually stop to talk to, he seemed skeptical.

he walked alongside you, smiling and waving at your friends. you guys were all talking before this man interrupted and asked for your name.

you replied, a little smile on your face, just to be nice. the man seemed to stutter around you, yet was perfectly fine just a moment ago before you both came over, lyney observed. he also observed that this man had absolutely no interest in talking to him.

it went like this for a bit, a whole group discussion and a couple times the man would interrupt to ask some random questions. you didn't really mind, they weren't very personal, but you didn't mind until he asked you out to dinner.

"ah, y/n, would you... would you wanna have dinner with me sometime?" this man asked shamelessly, right in front of all your friends. your friends covered their mouths, trying to hold in their laughs while lyney was practicing fuming.

you were going to answer his question with a no, but lyney did that for you.

"well, unfortunately, they won't be going out to dinner with you, because they already have dinner plans, right, my dear?" he looked at you, a glint of anger in his eyes. you nodded, giving a half sympathetic half relieved look at the man and your friends before letting lyney whisk you away.

when you got further from the croud, you starting bursting out laughing.

"lyney, wow!! i didn't think you'd do that!" you kept laughing, making him slightly confused.

"what's so funny, sweetheart? i was simply sticking up for you. you looked anxious, anyways," the look in his eyes showed false hurt, and his signature smirk is back.

you took a minute to calm down before nodding. "well, thank you for getting me out of that. but dang!" you smiled, thinking about the interaction again.

"yeah, yeah, i was simply taking what's mine, right?" he winked at you and you grabbed his arm, leaning into his side.

"i love you, lyney. and i wouldn't even in the right mind accept dinner with that guy, y'know?" you laughed a bit, making him nod and smile.

"i know! because i wouldn't let you. but i know exactly what i'm gonna do with you tonight..."

"cut it out, lyney!"

this girl? jealous? no. never. right?

mualani was friends with all of your friends, eagerly introducing herself to new people that you'd talk to, and making new friends out of them.

she wouldn't really show her jealousy like lyney or kinich, but you'd know based off of the way she acts around you.

you both were in the hot springs together, enjoying a little day under the sun. you had sent her to go get some lemonades for you both before somebody hopped in next to you and introduced himself. you, taken aback by the sudden intrusion, hesitantly introduced yourself back.

he just kept getting closer, you though. your arms were practically touching, making you feel a bit awkward and made the situation 100 times worse than you thought it already was.

he kept talking, and whenever he took a break, you'd try to tell him that you have a girlfriend, you're taken, you're not interested, but he always cut you off. you mentally prayed that mualani would be back soon.

and, as if the pyro archon herself answered your prayers, mualani set the lemonades down and came splashing back in, "accidentally" splashing the man at the angle she jumped at.

"hi! i'm mualani! you are?" she reached over your shoulder, her chest flush against your back as she kissed the side of your head to prove her point. the man backed away and got out, getting the memo that you were taken.

"aw, he didn't answer my question. oh well. you got his name, didn't you?" she asked, not looking bothered in the slightest. you, still a little shaken up from the whole thing, answered her with a weaker, more shocked voice.

"gosh, and he scared you, too!" mualani immediately jumped on top of you, wrapping her legs around your torso and hugging you tight. "he should know better than to go talking to a pretty individual like you, y/n!!!" and she started placing kiss after kiss on your face, making a point to the others around you that you were 100% taken.

"okay, mualani, that's good!" you started to laugh as she kissed your neck and tickling you at the same time. you both stayed like that for a bit, and you chose to get back at her for nearly drowning you in kisses and confused stares.

after all of that, you took the lemonade she handed you out of her hands and nearly chugged it. she laughed at your eagerness before taking you in one more hug

"he needs to know his place, and his place isn't with you." she laughed, her arms still wrapped around your neck. "and your place is with me!"

you nodded, hugging her back. "thanks for getting me out of that situation, mua. i love you."

"i love you more!!!" she yelled back, laughing.

"okay, mualani, it's obvious that i do," you snapped back, a mischievous smile on your face.

"okay, sureeee, y/n. not possible!"

and that went on for the next half an hour.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kinich #lyney #mualani #kinich x reader #lyney x reader #mualani x reader #malipo kinich #umoja mualani

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pbxaf4life · 1 month ago

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The Long Game: First Quarter, Chapter 7

Paige x Azzi

Masterlist

Here is Chapter 7. Sorry for getting it out later than I said I would. I had a night and I rewrote a good portion of this chapter. Lowkey in my head about it. Posting it now so I will stop editing and overthinking. Personally, it's one of my faves, but that could also just be me. Anyway, lmk if you guys have suggestions. There's a little foreshadowing in here. I will not elaborate🤭 Enjoy🤗

Summary: Paige and Azzi have been walking on eggshells for obvious reasons. A game with a lot of emotions, followed by an after-party with too much liquor, makes it difficult for anyone to keep that charade up.

Word count: 1811

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Chapter 7: Ask Me Again When I'm Sober - Paige

During the game, Paige watched Azzi from the bench, her stomach tight with frustration. Tight with a lot of things if she was being honest.

They didn't get a chance to talk at all before the game. Not after their borderline-awkward interaction in the lobby that morning. It wasn't necessarily on purpose. Paige had physical therapy and rehab all day. Azzi had her pre-game rituals to do. But it also wasn't like they were super eager to see each other. More accurately, they were avoiding the conversation where things finally have to be said out loud.

Paige knew what she would say if there were no consequences. I think I'm in love with you. By now, she had accepted that she was probably in love with Azzi. A small part of her thought she might've been going insane, but those two things weren't mutually exclusive.

Unfortunately for Paige, for them both, there were plenty of consequences. A 5-year friendship like no other. The best backcourt in the nation. A team that promised a national championship. All of which suddenly seemed very fragile. Because if this--whatever this may be--ended badly? Paige would never forgive herself. She knew Azzi wouldn't forgive herself either.

Tweeeet.

Despite having already received a warning from both the ref and CD, Paige was on her feet as soon as the ref pointed at Azzi for the foul.

"Are you kidding?" she shouted at the ref a few feet from her. "She didn't touch her. Are we just making stuff up now?"

Geno shot her a look that said, "sit your ass down before I kick you off my bench."

Paige threw her hands up. "Man, whatever. These refs are shit," she said. Not loud enough for the refs to hear this time. Paige was boiling.

But it wasn't just the refs.

Azzi wasn't herself tonight. Not even close. Her shots were rushed, her body language stiff. She kept glancing at the bench—at Paige—but then looking away, like she didn't know where to put herself.

The game against Duke was slipping. UConn still had a lead, but it wasn't comfortable, and Azzi looked like she was stuck in her own head.

Paige hated watching it. Hated sitting here useless while the person she cared about most in the world flailed.

Coach pulled Azzi at the last timeout before halftime, and Azzi trudged to the bench, face blank, jaw tight. She collapsed into the seat next to Paige without a word.

Paige leaned over, voice low enough for only her. Not sweet. Not gentle. Exactly what Azzi needed.

"You're the best player on this court. Start acting like it."

Azzi's head snapped toward her, eyes wide.

Paige held her stare. Steady. Certain. Unshakable.

Azzi blinked once, like she was processing it — and then something in her lit up.

She didn't say anything. Just a small nod, sharp and focused.

When the third quarter started, Azzi came alive.

She played angry. Sharp. Efficient. She racked up fourteen points in the second half alone like she had something to prove—and she did. Paige sat back, arms crossed over her chest, biting back a smug smile.

Azzi was playing for herself. But maybe, just maybe, she was also playing for Paige. Paige liked to think so anyway.

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After the win, the team was all headed to Nika's apartment for the unofficial after party. Paige didn't really want to go, but Azzi was going. So it wasn't even a question.

Nika's apartment was chaos at first. Music thumping, drinks flowing, everyone yelling over each other.

Paige stuck close to Azzi all night without really meaning to. Or maybe meaning to more than she wanted to admit.

They drank too much, too fast. Cheap vodka, warm beer, something awful Nika insisted was a cocktail.

By 2 AM, almost everyone was gone. It was just Nika half-asleep on the kitchen floor, still clutching the aux cord, and Paige and Azzi sitting on the floor with their backs against the couch.

They were too close and not close enough at the same time.

The room was dim. The music was low. It felt like the whole world had shrunk down to just this: Paige, Azzi, and the few inches of air between them.

Paige watched Azzi pick at the rip in her jeans, her curls falling into her face.

"You know you killed it tonight, right?" Paige said, voice slurring from the alcohol.

Azzi smiled, slow and a little shy. "Yeah?"

"Fourteen in one half?," Paige said, kicking Azzi's shin lightly. "You wanted to show out for me that bad?"

Azzi laughed and leaned back against the couch. "No, I just got some encouraging words from the bench."

Paige smirked. "Oh yeah? From who?"

Azzi tilted her head, pretending to think. "Some blonde who thinks she's my boss."

Paige laughed. "I'm not your boss."

Azzi leaned in just a little closer. Her voice dropped. "You sounded like it."

Paige's breath caught, just for a second.

Azzi's smile was lazy now, loose from the drinks. Dangerous. Paige knew it was dangerous to get drunk with Azzi given their recent exchanges. Yet, she did it anyway.

"It was kinda hot," Azzi said.

Paige felt her face go hot instantly. She ducked her head, grinning against her own shoulder.

"You should do it more," Azzi added, bumping her knee against Paige's.

Paige looked up at her through her lashes, her heart pounding so loud she was sure Azzi could hear it.

"Why, because you like the way I get mean during a game?" Paige said lowly, almost a dare.

Azzi's mouth curled into a crooked smile. "I like the way you do a lot of things."

Paige exhaled harder than she meant to. "Are you flirting with me?" she asked even though she already knew the answer.

Azzi held her smile. "Depends. Is it working?"

Paige looked away to hide her face. Of course it was working. She tried to think quickly of something flirty to say back. Her head snapped back toward Azzi. "I think it's working more than you want it to."

The tension snapped tight between them. Paige could feel the pull in the air. Thick, electric, inevitable.

Their knees bumped again, harder this time, but neither pulled back. Azzi's hand dropped casually to the floor, just a breath away from Paige's.

They looked at each other, neither of them smiling anymore. Azzi's eyes were filled with drunkenness. With lust. Paige's fingers brushed hers. Azzi didn't move.

Neither of them was breathing right.

Paige could see it in Azzi's face. The decision already made before either of them moved.

"You're dangerous," Paige said without ever looking away. Hardly blinking.

"I don't want to play safe anymore," Azzi returned.

Paige leaned in first. Or maybe Azzi did. It didn't matter. Their mouths met in a kiss that was all teeth and softness, clumsy and perfect.

Azzi's hand found Paige's jaw, fingers threading through her hair without thinking. Paige sighed into it, tasting vodka and adrenaline and months of everything they hadn't said.

It didn't last long. It didn't have to.

When they pulled apart, Azzi's forehead rested against Paige's, her smile dazed and giddy.

Paige laughed breathlessly, bumping their noses."Come on," she whispered. "We should probably go."

Azzi nodded without hesitation, grabbing Paige's hand. They stumbled out into the cold night, still laughing, still clinging to each other like they were afraid to let go.

And maybe they were.

They didn't say anything about spending the night together. When they got to Azzi's room, Azzi unlocked the door. She stepped inside and flicked on the lights, illuminating Paige in the dim hallway.

Paige stood frozen staring at Azzi. Like she wasn't sure she was allowed inside.

Azzi turned around and looked back at her. She smiled, shook her head, and grabbed Paige's wrist to pull her inside. They both laughed.

Paige watched Azzi cross the room and flop on the bed so effortlessly. She took off her shoes but didn't bother with the rest of her clothes. Azzi locked eyes with Paige again. They were still filled with everything Paige wanted.

"Come here," Azzi said softly. In a way that made Paige's stomach lurch.

Paige silently obeyed and crossed the room to join her, kicking off her own shoes in the process.

They faced each other on their sides not touching, not talking. Just breathing, staring, trying not to catch on fire.

Paige reached out to brush a strand of Azzi's hair out of her face. Azzi caught her wrist, but this time she didn't smile. She just... held it. Light. Careless. Heavy.

"You always do that," Azzi said, her voice low, rough at the edges from the liquor and something else Paige couldn't name.

Paige tilted her head. "Do what?"

Azzi's thumb brushed over the back of Paige's knuckles. "You always touch me like you don't even know you're doing it."

Paige's throat closed for a second. "I know," she said, almost too honest.

Azzi smiled. Small, private, dangerous.

The space between them shrank without either of them moving.

"You're so full of yourself," Paige said, smiling crookedly, trying to keep it light.

"You like it," Azzi murmured.

Paige leaned in, close enough to feel Azzi's breath. "I like you."

Azzi's eyes dropped to Paige's mouth, lingering there, then back up.

"You're trouble," she whispered.

"You're worse," Paige said, matching her whisper.

Azzi shifted closer, her leg pressing against Paige's under the blanket. Her hand slid slowly down Paige's wrist, her fingertips ghosting along the inside of her forearm.

"You're dangerous when you look at me like that," Azzi said, voice almost trembling.

Paige smiled, soft and wrecked. "How do I look at you?"

"Like you're gonna ruin me."

Paige's heart stuttered violently. The air was so thick it was suffocating. "Is that a bad thing?" Paige rasped.

Azzi leaned in, her forehead bumping against Paige's. Not a kiss. Not yet. She was smiling, but it was sadder now. Realer.

"I wouldn't even stop you," Azzi whispered.

Paige let out a broken sound. Almost a laugh, almost a sob. "You're so drunk," she said, half begging for it to be true.

Azzi smiled against her cheek. "Maybe. But you should ask me again when I'm sober. I'll give you the same answer."

Paige froze.

Azzi's hand slid up to the back of Paige's neck, tugging lightly at the hair there.

Paige's body answered before her mind could. She pushed forward, kissed the corner of Azzi's mouth. Clumsy, desperate, reverent.

Azzi chased it, catching Paige's mouth properly this time. The kiss was slow and messy and so full of almosts it made Paige's chest ache.

When they finally broke apart, Paige's forehead pressed into Azzi's, both of them breathing hard.

Paige swallowed thickly. "You should go to sleep," she whispered, her voice wrecked.

"You should stop pretending you're not down bad for me," Azzi whispered back.

Paige swallowed hard. "You're crazy."

Azzi smiled, her eyes already fluttering closed. "And you're scared."

Paige didn't deny it. She couldn't.

She just lay there. Heart pounding, body burning, wondering how long she could survive pretending she didn't belong exactly where she was.

Azzi didn't move away.

Instead, her fingers traced the side of Paige's neck, featherlight. Still smiling. Still dangerous.

And then, just before her eyes fluttered shut, like it was nothing, like it was everything, Azzi whispered:

"I'll let you ruin everything."

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #azzi x paige #pazzi fics #pazzi series #wbb #uconn wbb

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wheeboo · 1 year ago

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hi rania! for soft thoughts - i hc husband!vernon as the kind of guy to say "my wife" whenever he's out with people. yk that post which is like "can't wait to get married so i can introduce her as my wife or i can say i have to go home to my wife" like he's always thinking about you and he wants people to know

NO ANONON CUZ UR SOO RIGHT 😖😖 he would totally use it so nonchalantly and naturally too ykk JFKDSF. also tagged rachel @bananabubble cuz i sent her this since shes a dolly and said some of the stuff here HAHA

warning: reader is referred by vernon as "my wife"

idk whether to do a very very short drabble or a headcanon, but i realised he could use this in soo many different contexts so i'll just spill

"oh vernon, you're leaving already?" "yeah, i gotta get back home to my wife"

"my wife put me in timeout for the day, i apparently hogged the blankets last night"

"hey guys, i gotta go home, my wife wanted me to not forget our anniversary again" - rachel

"my wife is expecting" - rachel

"my wife made me sleep on the couch" - rachel

"omg wait before i leave i should pack my wife some leftovers!"

"sorry my wife is calling me"

"i promised my wife i would do the dishes" - rachel

"hey, i'm glad you guys showed up!" "yeah, thanks for inviting me and my wife, man"

"isn't my wife so pretty?"

"yeah i plan to go try that new place with my wife this weekend, actually"

"you want to know the story of how my wife and i first met?!"

"hey vernon, what's the first thing you're gonna do when we get married?" "introduce you to everyone as my wife"

#anon ༊#answered #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #vernon imagines #vernon headcanons #vernon x reader #rachel!#bananabubble #friends ༊#soft thoughts!

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shurisneakers · 6 months ago

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“i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry?” is so harmless reader core… but what if it was Bucky saying this?

Also hi i love u

hi <3 hey <3 i love u too <3 harmless turns 4 years old next year she's like in school now

Catch up with the rest of the series here!

"Great job, team," you pant, raising your hand for a high five. "I think that was very well handled."

Bucky, still trying to process what exactly the fuck just went down, does not even respond when you match his indifference, dropping your hand to slap it against his.

"Is that how it always goes?" you ask him, looking around the empty lot. "I figured there'd be a lot more zing, y'know? Some oomph. That was like, fine."

The mission was going fine, calm even, until you managed to piss them off, leading to them calling in backup, leading to you both being severely outnumbered, leading to you deciding you'd gotten bored which finally lead to you ending it with a timeout-inator.

Things had exploded, Bucky had to pull down a door to shield you both-- it was a whole thing that he definitely did not mentally prepare for. This was just supposed to be a simple data extraction. He doesn't know at which point nuclear guns got involved.

"How--" Bucky stops mid-sentence, brain scrambling to put together things, "--how did you get assigned on this mission again?"

It wasn't like he claimed to be the expert on all things SHIELD, but he figured that a non-Avenger, non-agent needed a lot of clearance to be allowed on a mission, no matter how mundane the initial objective was. The fact that it devolved into madness was more on you than SHIELD.

"I wrote my name on the sign-up sheet," you explain, smoothing out your singed clothes.

"The what?"

"Fine, you caught me," you give in without even trying, dusting some ash off his shoulder. "I forged my name on some documents, used some white paint. Did an ol' switcharoo. You know how it goes."

"You faked your way here?" he shouts, dropping the damn door he was still holding. "What the hell was your plan?"

"Why does everything need a plan? Why can't I just tag along to see what you do for a living?"

"We nearly got killed. You--"

"But we didn't."

"That is not the point. You said it was a special mission, you said you had clearance from Nick to--"

"I said Nick would give me clearance for anything. And it is a special mission. I'm here, isn't that the specialest gift of all?"

"You didn't ask?" he screeches instead. "How did you get here? Who the fuck was supposed to be here in your place?"

"Clint," you say with a sheepish smile. "He told me he'd wash my garage so we swapped."

That fucking moron. "He'd wash your garage in exchange for you risking your life--"

"I didn't risk anything." You scoff. "I knew we would handle that like champs."

"We nearly got annihilated by a nuclear gun." He drags a hand down his face. "If he didn't trip over your stupid jacket in the last second, we would be dust."

"Well yeah, only if you put it like that," you relent. Bucky glares at you.

You look out at the empty room, one hand on your hip. Lot of rubble and shrapnel in places they had no reason being.

"Huh," you say after a while. "Guess we did just almost die."

"That's it?" he raves, still incredulous. "That's all you have to say?"

"That's crazy-sauce, man," you add, throwing your hands up when he glares at you. "What? What else should I be saying?"

"Where the fuck did you send them?" Bucky finally makes a move, wiping the dirt off his metal fingers onto his cargo pants.

"I put them in timeout," you reply, tapping the gun you'd put back into he pocket of your pants.

"Where is timeout?"

"Like, somewhere outside of time," you dismiss. "Time-out. You get it."

His eyes clench shut, taking a deep inhale in before exhaling, lest he pop a blood vessel.

"We almost died," he tells you again.

"If you say so," you nod.

He stares at you.

You stare right back at him.

The world keeps spinning.

"I'm hungry," he grumbles. "You want lunch?"

"I could go for a sandwich, yeah."

#ari answers #friends #wlwloverwrites #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #harmless mini drabbles #harmless fic

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eccentricallygothic · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Boyfriend!Simon Riley | Girlfriend!You.

Description: Simon loves to take you on picnics and hikes in the natural wilderness when he's home.

Warning(s): Fluff, Simon is his huge self, lovey dovey lisping, age gap, minor teeny tiny allusion to smut, ddlg overtones because it's literally Simon.

Inspo: Here.

Note: I started this as a fluffy drabble a couple days ago but only completed it today because I need the comfort. Idk what this is exactly, but I think it made me feel better, a little.

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“Shimonnnn~” you uncurl yourself from where you sit beside the clear water, rising to your feet and switching the song on the portable Bluetooth speaker to one of your choice. The melody of Sugar by Maroon 5 rings through the speaker and you move your hips to the beat. You twirl and spin, raising your arms in the air as you sway yourself closer to the mountain of muscle hard quietly working away at the chopping board, content.

I am hurtin', baby, I am broken down—

“I need your lovin', lovin', I need it now~” you sing along to the song, the smell of nature and the sound of the running water only adding to the comforting ambiance of the little picnic spot your boyfriend chose for the two of you before setting up camp. “When I am without you, I'm something weak— ow” you let yourself go on his broad and muscular back with not much grace but he doesn't budge although your boobs hurt from how hard his body is.

“Shimonnn~” his cap shields his eyes from the gentle sun as he chops away at the meat he intends to mix with the vegetable he has cut up. “Mmm” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle your face in his neck. He still doesn't respond to your cooing, comfortable with how you hang from him like a snuggly little monkey. Simon isn't a man of many words anyways. “Need yoooou~” the two of you always fuss about this on a picnic. He insists that the two of you should try out new things and utilize the little time you have to enjoy the wild. But you are young and hormonal, your body doesn't know restraint or discipline like he does.

It's his fault for being so tempting anyways.

“Later” you whine even though he doesn't refuse. Simon never refuses. Despite all his there's a time and place for everything talk. “Let me cook dinner first” the evening is getting cooler by the minute and the sun grows amber.

You growl like the spoilt brat he's raised you to be and kick your feet while still holding him tight, the warmth of his back keeping your body afloat any worry or anxiety about the world outside the microcosm of love that is this place.

Simon continues to work away as he picks up a bowl, not least bit bothered about your little tantrum. “Say,” he begins to collect the contents laid out on the chopping board into the bowl. “Doesn't that tree look optimal for a nice little timeout?” You whine loudly and quickly hide in his body as he effortly stands up, making you wrap your arms around his waist.

“Nuuuuu!” You make no move to get off and he doesn't mind. “It doesn't!”

“Oh, it doesn't, does it?” Simon is distracted as he prepares the pan to be loaded over the fire he built. You shake your head and whine out your denial. “Then I guess we have our reason to behave ourselves right there, don't we?” You whimper and nod timidly before shutting up.

“Now...” When Simon is done and the food is on its way he puts you down on a boulder to pull his shirt off with one hand while he catches his cap with the other. “Who wants to go swimming?”

He loves the life that flashes bright in your eyes as you squeal and clap excitedly, kicking your feet and pushing your shoes off.

“Me! Me! Me!” Simon replaces his cap back on his head to hide the smile that makes its way on his face as he puts his clothes aside to attend to yours.

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wlntrsldler · 1 year ago

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If the boys played “never have I ever” in an interview, what would be revealed to the public?

I SPRINTED TO MY COMPUTER

here's the transcript of poisoned mercury's buzzfeed interview where they played never have i ever as part of their press tour to promote their new album:

interviewer: thank you guys for coming!

luke *smiling while he fixes his mic*: thanks for having us :) we were just talking about how we used to do buzzfeed quizzes when we were younger.

travis: there were many days where we'd be in luke's house back in connecticut and completely forget that we were supposed to be rehearsing because we got caught up trying to figure out which inside out emotion we were.

interviewer: well, i'm glad to hear it because today we're gonna play a game of 'never have i ever.'

chris: unrelated but i fucking love that show. team paxton for life.

luke: dude no. ben is clearly the right choice.

connor: ok mr. enemies to lovers, of course you'd say that.

luke: shut up???!

travis: i think if we took the inside out quiz again right now, i'd get disgust because that's how i feel being in a band with two idiots who are so in love with their girlfriends.

connor: swear to god if i hear another "no you hang up first," from either one of you *looks at chris and luke* i'm blowing my brains out.

interviewer looks around the room, trying to ask the producers what she should do. the video editors are already stressing because they know they have to bleep out a lot of the words the boys are using.

interviewer: .... so let's start with the first question. never have i ever gone skinny dipping.

chris: fuck, how did you get all of us on the first question?

connor: yeah we've gone skinny dipping a few times, but the most recent was last summer. mama c-- shoutout mama c, we love you!

luke: yeah, we love you mama!

connor: she put all of us on timeout and we spent the entire summer at a music camp and on our last night, we all went skinny dipping at the lake with our roommates.

luke: oh shit, i forgot about that. those were good times. *looks at chris* i miss camp bro.

chris: me too.

travis *stares deadpan into the camera*: do you see what we have to deal with?

interviewer: never have i ever had a crush on a friend's sibling.

travis: guilty.

chris *turns his head so fast*: given that you're related to connor and luke is an only child, you better be talking about a non-band friend.

travis *shrugging*: your older sister is hot, rodriguez.

chris: stay away from my sister.

luke *looks at the interviewer with wide eyes*: next question or you'll have a video to submit to worldstar.

interviewer: oh! uh, okay-- never have i ever accidentally posted something to my main account instead of my private or close friends one.

connor *cracking up*: castellan, wanna take this one?

luke *blushing*: this feels like a targeted question because we know the infamous video of me with the handsome squidward filter on (the hozier incident) that was supposed to go on my close friends story! i was so embarrassed. to be clear, i was JOKING. i don't actually flirt like that.

travis: i've seen you flirt with y/n, and you in the squidward video had more game than you normally do.

luke *teasing because he knows travis does not want a relationship*: and yet who's single between the two of us?

connor: oh he got you there.

travis: y/n, if you're watching this, you deserve better. he's a loser. i have better friends i can set you up with.

luke: five star, if you're watching this, you're stuck with me. there's no going back.

interviewer: never have i ever had a song written about me.

chris: this is a great pivot to promote our sophomore album's lead single, "kiss her you fool!" we wrote this song about our front man, luke, here. our second album "optimism don't come easy (unless it's with you)" is out now.

interviewer: i love that shameless self-promo.

connor: i think we as a band can benefit from having some shame, but thank you.

chris *turns to luke*: this will also come as a shock to you, but there's another song out in the world that's kinda about you.

luke: huh? which one?

travis: quinnie, remember her? she was in cabin 7. she wrote the bulk of it, but y/n actually gave her the idea. chris and connor helped her with instrumentals and the song is sick.

connor: it was amazing. quinnie is so talented. if you guys haven't heard her music, i highly, highly recommend it. the song we're talking about is called touch tank. you guys should check it out.

chris: agreed. she's also just a fucking cool person. she's one of our closest friends in the industry.

travis *making a heart with his hands*: we love you, quinnie!

interviewer: okay, final question since we're running out of time. never have i ever gone on a world tour for my band's second album.

luke *laughs*: i see what you did there. that was good.

connor: we are soooooo excited to announce that we're going back on tour! this summer, we'll be seeing all your beautiful faces again. tickets go on sale this friday! we hope to see you there!

luke: check out our band's twitter for more information on how to get tickets and to see if we'll be coming to a city near you.

chris: we miss seeing you guys!

travis: see you guys so soon! we love you!

interviewer: that's all the time we have for today. thank you guys so much. it was a pleasure!

#frances writes #poisoned mercury chats #lol this was fun #luke castellan x reader

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pepperf · 9 months ago

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Genuinely can't decide if the writers intended the Five and Lila relationship to be toxic, or if that's just their idea of romance - just like Rochester, Heathcliff, Darcy, and that dude from Twilight, right???

Okay, let's have a readmore. Note tags, ppl, and curate your experience.

Lila has a relatively sensible approach to relationships, which is consistent, despite her somewhat Machiavellian approach to getting what she wants out of them - she put Diego in his place about having realistic expectations back in s3. She's pretty clear about who she is and where her lines are drawn, and is "weirdly self-actualised", according to Klaus. And Five - romantically inexperienced, thinks everyone should do what he says at all times - tries to impose his notion of How This Should Go onto her, from nearly the start of their brief romance, but leaning hard into it once it starts going sour - which also checks out: he was alone for 45 years and his previous relationship was all in his head, giving him full control, so that's what he's used to. But I couldn't tell if they genuinely intended to show it as him being incredibly selfish in prioritising his feelings over her wishes, or if they honestly thought it was romantic. I mean, the barbed wire-style bracelet is a little on the nose, and there's some symbolism that I'll get into in a sec. Truthfully, I'm not inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt - I think SB at least thought it was hot, judging by what he's said about identifying with Five, and about how he finally gets to have a romance. This seems to have been his pet project for the season, blergh.

It's that tedious old misogynist chestnut, that all women secretly want A Man to take control. It's frustrating, because they already established that Lila likes to be in charge, she wants to be free to make her own choices, she'd already had twenty-plus years of being told what to think and do. And yet she has to remind Five, who really ought to know her better by now, "You do not get to decide what I do with my life!" It's also very disconnected from reality. It's not actually fun or sexy to be gaslighted, to be lied to by some insecure asshole who thinks they know better about what's good for you, that they have a right to stick their nose into your personal relationships or keep you away from your kids. Not cool, Five, not cool. He's lucky she didn't kick him in the nuts on the way out. But another reason I think they didn't do this consciously is that Five doesn't seem to realise his assholery - there's no hint that he's regretting anything other than being dumped.

Lila was trapped for seven years in an intense, claustrophobic situation with Five - and if they'd continued to exist, she could have worked through the feelings that come out of that. Like Ritu said, of course there's going to be love there: they've spent seven years together, on the run. If nothing else, it would be a matter of survival - either you find a way to get along, or you kill each other. And they went in with a fair amount in common already (although being adopted by the Handler at age four is not at all the same as being recruited by her at age fifty-something). So I'm annoyed that Lila's whole arc this season is one of frustration about having to be the grown up in her relationship, taking a break to reassess, going off to do something a bit crazy and fun - and promptly getting stranded with someone considerably less emotionally competent.

Okay, I'm being somewhat harsh - Lila unexpectedly getting the timeout she wanted could've been a decent storyline, she could have some time to reflect, live the child-free life without consequences, and have some adventures (she actively enjoys danger!). And she and Five got to bond, that had lots of interesting potential, especially with their complicated history. But it tipped over from being a potential opportunity into an immensely over the top punishment for her impulsivity, and took them so far from where they'd started that there's a total emotional disconnect with the main story. Which is a fucking weird choice for one episode in such a short season, ngl.

And then, ugh, she's right back to dealing with the apocalypse, visibly thrown by a Diego who has unexpectedly thought about what she said and is trying to be a better husband, and dealing with a Five who has decided to get territorial. It's deeply uncomfortable, Five is gearing up to start trouble, so wrapped up in his own hurt feelings that he's functionally useless for the actual problem in front of them - leaving Lila to deal with the mess he creates, and then leverage said feelings to get him to put on his big boy pants and help. She still reaches out to him in the end, I think she knows him well enough by this point to understand what makes him tick...and she's having to be the sensible one up to the end of her existence. Can't she have someone who's willing to meet her halfway? The reflecting that Diego did, him making a start on making amends (given that it was only a few hours for him, that's about as much as they could squeeze in) was basically just wasted. They start to reconnect at the end, and mutually apologise for the damage they've done - but that's all they get, and it's a travesty.

Personally I think the whole storyline should have been cut, but if - if - they really felt it added something, they could have given it some time in the real world, see how this shaky new romance holds up against a serious relationship that's been massively fractured. In a different show, that might have been a fine story. But they don't do that. Whatever she might have wanted, Lila doesn't get time to even think about her choices. She gets to stop existing. (Or they could just have not gone there in the first place, god I hate love triangle plotlines, they do no favours for anyone involved!)

Given a continued existence in which to do so, I'm sure Five would have moved on pretty quickly. It's his first romance with a real person, he feels it intensely - but once the dust settled, he'd see that they were in very different emotional places (she wanted to get back to her family, the break from reality is way overdue to end - and he wanted to stay in their little bubble and leave all that behind). The actual romance part was actually pretty brief, and lacking in any deep communication - as Lila says, it wasn't real. They're playing house in an attempt to feel normal - in a greenhouse (a fragile structure, not a real home), eating strawberries (a treat more than real sustenance), like children...hey, maybe I'm wrong and the writers DID intend to do that, bc that's some choice visual metaphors. And they're playing roles: all their normal antagonism - what made them so fun and sparky in previous seasons, and even during the earlier part of their adventure! - disappears. Lila is a chameleon, taking on a character is her happy place - and this was how Five kept himself going, last time he was in this situation, so he's slipping back into that method of survival (although he's not as good as she is at separating reality from fiction). So while all that is totally understandable, it's insubstantial. If Five had the space to do some self-reflection, or if one of his more rational siblings (Luther maybe, or...um...or a friend, if he can make one...or maybe that dude in the Losers Department at the CIA...) sat down with him and explained that you need to treat a partner as an equal, maybe he could do better next time - or double down and keep being an asshole, that's also a strong possibility.

idk - I still don't honestly think the show intended it that way, unfortunately. I think they shoehorned the characters into the scenes they wanted, regardless of sense or even plot requirement. There are a LOT of badly-explained or badly-thought out moments in this season, and this whole mess just adds to the incoherency. Or maybe it's just a consequence of TV - you get multiple creative people involved, and the reasoning gets muddied, especially over time. Maybe it was SB's intention from the start, but he didn't inform the actors until the final season, so they've been playing it straight.

This show has an...interesting tendency to do something that you think is totally unacceptable and just gloss over it at the time, and then address it next season (like Luther apologising to Viktor), as if the writers all brought it up in their respective therapy sessions during the break, and worked through the issues - so maybe if they'd had another season, they would have gone into all that. Maybe. But we're clearly not going to get that, and they're all gone from existence so I can't headcanon that in this universe, they eventually sort it out. So I'm putting it down to one thing:

Break out the dodgy facial hair (I see you're ahead of me, Five) and let's get kicking babies!

#tua s4 #tua #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #lila pitts #anti-fivela #pepper gets salty #there are currently 3 hours left on that poll but I don't think the result are gonna change #I would've posted this yesterday in fact but then I made myself go watch some of the scenes in question 🤢🤢🤢#and had some edits to make

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kinzis-writing · 2 years ago

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Surprises | Josh Allen (Buffalo Bills)

Summary: Y/N ends up surprising Josh at one of his games, which leads to Josh knowing that he has to play his best to impress his woman.

Pairing/Fandom: Josh Allen x Wife! Reader (NFL)

Requested: Yes/No @thedoveesquire

Warning(s): none that I am aware of! Also the game is going to be a buffalo home game for the plot so!

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Y/N's heart ached at the way her husband had left their house upset. Her husband was the quarterback of the Buffalo Bills, and they were playing the Miami Dolphins today. She had told her husband that she would not be able to make the game, because when she woke up, she had every intention of going to her friend's birthday party. That was until her best friend texted the group chat last minute saying she was sick and rescheduling her birthday celebration.

It wasn't that Y/N was putting her friend before her husband, it was the fact that the celebration was planned before the NFL couple knew Josh's NFL schedule this season. Now that her plans were cancelled, she was planning on surprising her husband at his game. She knew that he got anxiety before all of his games, no matter how many times he stated it was not anxiety. She was guaranteed a season pass in the VIP box, seeing as she was married to the quarterback.

After getting herself ready, she left their house and headed towards the bills stadium. Her custom jersey that had been made for her was what she had chosen to wear. This would have been one of the first games that she had missed, she tried her best to make as many games a season as she could. Y/N usually made all the home games but struggled with away games sometimes.

Getting to the stadium was hectic with the traffic, seeing as many people were trying to find parking spots and there were people walking to make it into the stadium. Once a parking spot was found, Y/N slipped her VIP ticket around her neck and headed towards the stadium. Once inside the stadium she was quickly escorted to the Bills VIP box and left to herself with other significant others and parents there as well.

"Y/N! I'm so happy you're here, Josh said you weren't going to be able to make it." LaVonne Allen spoke as she noticed her daughter-in-law. Unlike most people, Y/N had a great relationship with Josh's family the same way that he was loved by hers.

Y/N quickly pulled Josh's mother into a quick hug before backing away, "Plans changed last minute." she explained to the woman before grabbing a bottle of water and going to sit down next to her in-laws.

"I'm sure Josh will be happy to have you here." Joel stated upon seeing his daughter-in-law wearing his son's jersey number.

"My plan was to surprise him." She spoke standing next to her added family.

It was only a matter of time before the stadium was filled and the two teams were announced on the field. The national anthem was sung, and the game was kicked off with the bills having the ball first.

The game started off a bit slow, seeing that the bills had turned over the ball in the first couple minutes and that the dolphins were in the Bills territory. It made Y/N anxious to see how the bills were playing and she knew her husband better than anyone. He wasn't focused on the game the way that he should have been.

After Miami had kicked a field goal and missed, the Bills had the ball back and was running it down the field. Once the second quarter came, the bills were at 1st and 10, with Miami using a timeout. While timeout was happening, the NFL tv cam turned to the VIP box to capture Y/N, since many fans know of her and Josh being married.

On the field, during timeout Stefon lightly hit Josh getting his attention. "I thought you said Y/N wasn't coming?" He asked.

"she isn't." Josh muttered before turning his attention back to the huddle.

"She's here, man." Stefon told him before pointing up to the Bills VIP box. Stefon waved at Y/N before turning back to the huddle.

Josh wore a grin on his face as he noticed his wife standing next to his parents, in the place she always was for home games. Eventually, he tore his gaze and got back to his team. "We got this, let's go out here and win!"

Stefon gave him a pat on the back with a smirk before it was time to resume the game. He made a mental note to thank Y/N later.

After Josh had noticed his wife at the game, it had taken a big turn. The bills kept getting touchdowns every time they had the ball and they had even stopped Miami from getting far.

At half, the bills were up 35-0, which was rare for Miami to not score anything. It was just proof of how amazing the bills were doing and how they had stopped the dolphins before they could get anywhere or they had thrown interceptions and given the bills the ball.

"Josh is doing great." Y/N spoke to her mother-in-law as she took a sip from her plastic cup.

"Because his good luck charm showed up." Mrs. Allen told her new daughter, making sure the younger girl knew that she was her son's good luck charm.

Y/N blushed at the comment before taking another sip of her drink to hide her red cheeks. Josh had told her multiple timed that she was his good luck charm, even before they tied the knot. It made her feel warm on the inside to know he thought that, but she knew it was all in his head.

"Mrs. Allen." A deep voice spoke coming up behind the two women. Both turned towards the man, "Josh is requesting to talk to you for a moment." the security guard spoke to the younger woman. Y/N placed her drink down on the table beside her before following the security guard out of the VIP box.

She figured that she would be going to the locker room, just because halftime would be over soon and they would be going back on the field. The security guard led her exactly where she felt she was going to go. Y/N thanked him before walking inside the room slowly.

"Can I just say that you are the best for coming here." Stefon spoke as he blocked Y/N path to her husband. "We would've lost over him sulking about you." he added.

Y/N let out a laugh, "I'm glad I could help." she joked before going around him. She knew Josh would probably be towards the back seeing as he liked to do his "pre-game ritual." Which she knew was his anxiety, but she lets him call it what he wants.

"Did you need me, Mr. Allen?" Y/N asked softly, getting Josh's attention so he'd look at her.

Josh grinned seeing his wife in her jersey, "I always need you." He replied pulling her into a hug. Y/N gave him a squeeze before leaning back a bit. "What happened to Y/F/N's birthday?"

Y/N shrugged, "She's sick, so I decided to surprise my husband."

Josh nodded, his hands running up and down her sides. "Definitely surprised." He muttered before leaning closer trying to steal a kiss, only to be met with her finger.

"You know I try not to be rude, but your so called 'pre-game ritual' is gross and you're going to have to brush your teeth before I kiss you." Y/N explained pulling her finger away.

"Already did." he stated in a 'matter of fact' manner. "I know you, baby, we've been together long enough for me to learn you."

Y/N rolled her eyes before placing her lips on his for a moment before pulling back. "I'm going to go find my place, I will see you after the game." she spoke softly before placing one more kiss on his lips and leaving the locker room. The boys were outside waiting for Josh by the time she was returning to her seat.

After the game started back up, it felt like it went by fast. The bills ended up winning 41-0 and all the Bills fans were happy for the home team. Everyone was trying to leave the stadium, or they were lined up outside trying to get someone to sign something or meet one of the players. Y/N had decided to wait for her husband to get done with post-conference and then travel home together.

"There's josh's wife!", "I wish I was her.", "How'd she get so lucky to marry Josh Allen?" conversations were going on around Y/n as she walked herself with a security guard towards the locker room. It was no secret that she got some hate every now and then. That's why Josh always made sure that she was escorted by someone at all timed. She made sure to wave at the ones who were taking pictures or giving her smiles.

She always treated Josh's fans and supporters kindly. There was no reason not too and she loved being able to make someone's day just because she knows Josh.

"Thank you!" Y/N told the guard kindly when she stopped outside the locker room. She knocked on the door before pushing it open and peeking her head in with her eyes covered. "You guys decent?"

a course of "Yeah's" was heard before she uncovered her eyes and slipped into the locker room. Most of the guys were shirtless from just taking a shower but had the rest of their clothes on.

"Congratulations, you guys!" she spoke loudly as she made her way further into the locker room. The coach never truly liked her being in there, but he never said anything to her. It wasn't a very common occurrence, only for certain days. The men thanked her before going back to what they were doing. Making her turn back to her mission to find her husband before his post conference. "There you are! How did Josh Allen manage to pull a 41-0?" Y/N asked as Josh slipped a fresh shirt over his head.

"My good luck charm was here, and I knew I had to impress her." He shrugged as he walked closer to her.

"You already have me for the rest of our lives," She replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You don't have to impress me anymore."

"I do." He assured. "All because you agreed to marry me doesn't mean I'm going to stop dating you babe." He mumbled before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's head.

"I love you so much." Y/N whispered, playing with his damp hair from his shower.

"I love you more and that's a promise." He replied back pressing his lips to hers.

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Author's Note: I hate the way I ended this, but I hope it was okay. I wish I could have written this a bit different, but it is what it is. I honestly love writing NFL request right now. There are so many guys that are worth writing for that I may have to update my list! My cousin has been bugging me to write for Aaron, but I am not sure about that yet.

#imagines #nfl #nfl players #nfl imagine #nfl fandom #nfl player x reader #josh allen imagine #josh allen #buffalo bills #imagine requests #requests open #requests are open #requests #anonymous #anon ask #short stories #headcanons #blurbs

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