#john ryder x reader

[thesightstoshowyou]

Cold Comfort

John Ryder (The Hitcher 2007) x F Reader (NSFW)

Terror, pain, and a little softness.

Warnings: Dubcon, blood, gunplay, piercing trauma, nail trauma, face fucking, violence

A/N: OKAY so I was talking about this with @theartofslashing over TWO years ago 😭 Forgive me for just now getting to this lmao.

I can’t find it on YouTube anymore, but there is a deleted scene in 2007 The Hitcher where John—laying next to a sleeping Grace in her shitty motel room—plays with her hair, then runs his hand up and down her side. Half asleep Grace, thinking it’s Jim, gently grabs his hand to hold it. John pauses, then rips his hand out of her grip and slowly gets up off the bed, shoulders hunched, this puzzled and almost distressed look on his face. He rubs and inspects his hand like it hurts, like her soft touch burned him.

@theartofslashing said about this scene “…honestly the more often I replay this... he seems so... fascinated by her? Like... he doesn't even really know how to deal with his own attraction? …possibly because he just DOESN'T know how to relate to people without hurting them?” AND THAT IS SO SPOT ON with how I see the 2007 version of John Ryder.

So let’s explore this a little. This is the same reader from my other Hitcher fics in my Masterlist.

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Soft, yellow light spills across your face, leaks through your eyelids until you’re aware of its glow. Cheap, scratchy sheets grate against your bare skin, the musty smell of old linen and something metallic wrinkling your nose.

Slowly you shift and—OH GOD you hurt; straining, sore muscles, stinging flesh, dull throbbing in one of your fingertips. Then there’s the ache between your thighs, a pain you’ve come to associate only with…

John.

Your eyes fly open. A dingy, water-stained ceiling greets you. Across the room is a bulky television perched on a cracked dresser, some generic art screwed to the wall. To your left, an ancient, brass lamp sits atop a rickety, particle board nightstand.

Wildly, you rip the comforter off your nude form and glance down. The sheets below you are soaked with crimson—your blood. It’s a fucking murder scene. Your body is riddled with cuts and bruises, your finger twinging sharply until you release the bedding from your white knuckled grip. Your hand shakes as you examine your digits.

You’re missing a fingernail.

You recall the noise you’d made when John had ripped it off with a pair of pliers. Your face burns.

It is then you notice the gentle trickling of water and the steam pouring from the open bathroom door. Your foggy brain clunks and whirs as things start to fall into place all at once.

You’d stayed the night.

You’d stayed overnight with John.

You’re still here.

He’s still here.

He’s going to want you gone.

You need to get out of here.

Gritting your teeth to silence your groan of pain, you claw your way off the lumpy mattress. Frantically, you locate your clothes—jeans, shirt ripped to shreds, jacket, where are your underwear—pulling on whatever you can find until you’re mostly covered.

You reach for the door, pause…where’s your bag? You need your bag. Scanning the disorganized room—jesus, there’s blood on the wall—you spot the corner of black leather peeking out from under the bed.

In two steps you’re there, wincing when you bend down to retrieve it. Sling the strap over your shoulder, scurry back to the door, grip the lock, turn—

“Going somewhere?”

You freeze, stomach lurching. Swallowing thickly, you turn. John leans against the bathroom door frame, arms crossed, jeans hanging off his hips, short hair still damp.

His expression is impossible to read. Is he upset? Apathetic? Is he fucking with you? It’s so hard to determine.

“I, uh…I figured you’d…that I should just….” You motion vaguely over your shoulder toward the door. Your heart still races when he stares at you, blood rushing like floodwater in your ears.

You think…no, you know he meant to kill you that first night he’d picked you up. And you’re positive you weren’t the first. Again, you wonder how many others there were, or have been since you’d met. John’s killed, and you could so easily be next.

So why do you keep coming back?

John says nothing to your stammering, instead leisurely crossing the room toward you, one unhurried step at a time. He watches you shake like a leaf in the breeze, his dead gaze trailing down your body, assessing your torn shirt, your bloody skin. You notice his jaw tensing and relaxing and you’d be worried if you didn’t already know this is just something he does, an unconscious habit.

Briefly, you wonder if anyone else knows this about him.

Thoughts derail when he reaches you, grips your shoulder, pushes you to your knees. Your rubbery legs crumble instantly and you grunt when your sore body protests your abrupt thump onto ancient carpet.

You open your mouth to say something but any words you might have uttered leave your tongue in a terrified squeak as John produces a handgun from his back pocket. His rough hand grips your hair, twists your locks around calloused fingers. Stinging pain in your scalp stills you, fear of ripping your hair out and angering him holding you frozen in place.

Stop curling your toes, he’s got a fucking gun—

“J-John,” you whimper, your terrified expression reflected in nickel plating as the 1911 is brushed against your cheek.

He ignores your plea, or perhaps revels in it, judging by the way his lips curl minutely at the corners. “Stick out your tongue,” John murmurs, voice a low rumble that raises goosebumps along your skin.

Breath shaking, lips quivering, you don’t take your eyes off his face as you open your mouth and tentatively allow your tongue to unfurl. A tremulous whine escapes your throat when the barrel comes to rest on your tongue. Furiously, you blink away tears, silently pleading, begging.

The slide slips past your lips. You cough, gag, retch when the caustic scent of gunpowder and sharp metallic tang hit the back of your throat. Cold metal glides along your tongue as the gun is removed, then pushed back in, as much as will fit.

A hitching sob sounds around the gun. Terror wreaks havoc on your sanity, every panicked thought racing around your skull over and over and over. Is his finger on the trigger? Is the safety on? Is this it?

This is John you’re talking about, so your worst fears are most likely true, but you don’t dare look away from his piercing green gaze. You’re sure, somehow, that if you glance down to check his trigger discipline, John’s restraint will snap and your brains will end up splattered on the scuffed, white door behind you.

Drool pools in your cheeks, spilling over your tongue and down your chin until it drips onto your jeans. When John finally, finally pulls the barrel from your mouth, spit trails with it, little droplets pattering onto the carpet. You gasp and resist the urge to spit out the acrid gun flavor.

Is it relief you feel? Or dread? That can’t be the end of it….

John doesn’t release your hair when he sets the pistol on the dresser. One hand now free, he works his pants open, hard cock springing free. The leaking tip is at your lips before you can even think to protest.

Heated flesh follows the same path the gun took, though this time is much less gentle. In seconds, you’re choking, gagging, swallowing as he forces himself into your throat. Too soon, your nose sinks into the light brown curls at the base of his cock, the scent of cheap, powdery soap momentarily overpowering your senses when you struggle to breathe.

A pathetic, muffled gurgle sounds around the length stuffed in your throat and John huffs, gripping your head with his other hand. It’s vicious, the way he pulls out and slams back in. Your shoulders tense, hands curling into fists on your thighs when he pistons his hips, every inch of him claiming your mouth.

Tears spill unchecked down your face, frothy spit pours off your chin, mucus clogs your airway. You can barely focus, vision blurring and lungs burning. Still, that hateful part of you activates under John’s rough treatment and you feel the telltale twitch of need in your belly.

Suddenly, there’s a swift click near your ear. It’s a sound you recognize. Your eyes fly open and dart to your right. John’s pocket knife is clutched in his palm, blade still caked in your dried blood from the night before. Through wet lashes, you quickly look up at him, watch the grin pull at the corner of his mouth.

“That got your attention,” he rumbles. You feel cold steel against your ear lobe, hear the quiet clink when the tip of the blade hooks into your earring. You only have a second to brace yourself….

Sharp, splitting agony rips a muted, scream from your aching throat when John tears the hoop completely out of your ear. Warmth spills down your neck, your anguished sob so distorted as he resumes his frenzied pace. Maybe you moan then too, your legs shifting and grating together when pain becomes confused in your ruined synapses, another little jolt of want coursing through you.

Nobody knows how to hurt you like John.

Again you look up at him, dazed, teary, and reverent. John meets your gaze, grunts, then pulls you all the way down on his cock. Salty heat paints your throat, his breathy sigh delighting your fuzzy mind.

The gasp you take when he finally releases you is so wet it sounds like you’re drowning. You cough and cough, quivering hands coming up to clutch your burning ear. The piercing is gone, completely torn out the side of your ear lobe. Another sob wracks your tired frame.

John kneels in front of you and you don’t even think, just fall forward against his bare chest. His arms come up, wrap around your back, his fingers carding through your hair. Such a light touch for such calloused digits. You go slack, rest your weight against him, bleed onto his shoulder as you reign in your haggard breathing.

It’s nice. It’s calming. It’s comforting. It’s…it’s….

It’s like you both come to your senses at the same moment. Your eyes go wide and John stiffens. He’s…holding you.

You barely get your hands under you in time to catch yourself when John drops you. Hastily, he stands and strides across the room.

“Get out.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Clutching your jacket around your broken body, you stagger to your feet, grasp the handle, throw the door open. Early morning sun blinds you and you half stumble from the room, gripping the wall for stability. Furiously, you wipe away the fluids still dripping from your face as you hurry across the parking lot to your vehicle.

Collapsing into your car, the door squeals when you slam it shut. Your hand flies to your heaving chest, heart hammering against your palm. What the fuck are you doing…?

Tentatively, gingerly, your hand slides from your chest up to your shoulder. You can still feel the warm weight of John’s arms cradling you to him. Nervously, as though your thoughts might be broadcasted, you wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

Your expression sours and you shake your head. Keys jingle when you produce them from your bag. Your car thrums to life and you exit the parking lot as quickly as you dare.

What the fuck are you doing?

From behind the motel room curtain, green eyes follow your retreat.

[flwernyrvie]

[caffeineforbucky]

Cruel Summer

Summary: After a two-year absence from your family, you return home for your father's birthday and unexpectedly reconnect with his friend, John Price. A serendipitous attraction emerges, leading to a challenging summer.

Pair: 'Captain' DBF!John Price x AFAB!Reader

WC: 2,008

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+, Age gap. Reader is 26 and John is 37, swearing, longing, some fluff...? Lemme know if I missed any

A/N: I fear it's been a minute since I wrote anything for this blog. This fic might be a few parts. It's been sitting in my drafts for freaking months and I was too excited to get the first part out.

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"Come on, honey," Your mother's voice resonates in the emptiness of your small kitchen, and the sting in your eyes makes it hard to focus, vision blurring with a haze of murkiness.

With the heel of your palm, you brush away the lamentation on your lashes, heedless in your movements, as you shove a couple of hoodies, books, and other insignificant items into a box—a box of your ex's things. The things he left behind.

"Your dad hasn't seen you in two years. His birthday is coming up in a couple of days, and the only thing he talks about missing his little girl."

That manages to make you smile, if only for a moment. A fleeting glimpse of happiness amidst your heartbreak. "Ryder's there. Dad can have his little boy there instead."

Ryder—your older brother. He was only five years older than you, but while growing up together, you two were inseparable. There was the occasional bickering and fighting, but like all siblings, you grew apart.

He had his life, and you had yours.

"I can hear your dumbass, you know that, don't you?" He tuts through the speaker of your cell phone, and it causes you to snort. He was already with the rest of your family since flying in the night before. Ryder's remark is met with hushes from your mom before she playfully shoves him to continue the phone call with you. Just like old times.

"I don't know, ma..." You mumble, trying your bestest to make it sound like you aren't crying. You knew she worried about you. More than you would've liked, but she was your mother. My job is to worry. She would say. "I've got a lot going on over here and—"

She cuts you off before you can finish.

"Please? I will have to tell your dad when he asks, and he'll start crying and... just come. Even if it's for a day or two. He really wants to see you, and so do I. I miss my baby."

A heavy sigh escapes you, letting your face fall into your palms to wipe the rest of your tears with the tips of your fingers. As badly as you want to refuse, the guilt of not seeing your family in so long starts to creep in, trying to gnaw its way into your conscience.

"Okay, Mom," You finally relent after a couple minutes of silence. You knew how much your parents missed you, and you'd let the lust for independence take you away from the people you loved most, and that was something to feel guilty about. "I'll come."

Your mother's excited squeal makes you flinch, and for some reason, her felicity causes a few more tears to slip down your cheeks, even if you manage a soft chuckle. "Oh, I'm so excited. Your dad is going to flip. I gotta make up your room and—Ryder! I'll talk to you soon, baby. We can't wait to see you."

There were a plethora of responsibilities John had to fulfill when he agreed to attend his best friend’s birthday. He had a job; a task force to forefront. A war to conquer. Nevertheless, he was here, in the backyard of said friends' beach house.

He was used to noise. The bustling crowds of civilians, obnoxious music, and the occasional yelps of children chasing each other around. It all resonated as white noise; his ears filtering out what wasn’t of import.

The smell of grilled hamburger patties permeated the air, his eyes focused on the finesse of each flip.

The tap of his fingers drummed rhythmically against the neck of his beer bottle, smiling and nodding as your father went on and on about his endeavors during his time in the Army.

A broken record; really. The stories weren’t new, at least, not to him—having been a part of those tales himself. The hardships and challenges of having to partake in such horrific adventures. If you can even call them that. Your father had such a colorful vernacular.

John’s eyes looked up in a lazy sweep as he heard the sound of your mother’s voice emitting as the back door slid open. As he took another swig of his beer, there you were.

The man almost choked. The beer comes back up in a fit of coughs, earning a few swats on the back from your father.

“You okay, John?” Your father eyed him humorously, chuckling as he flipped a couple more burgers.

John couldn’t speak, solely nodding as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, mindful of drying off his facial hair.

Fucking hell…

Clad in a cream-colored sundress, every dip and curve of your body was accentuated, the swell of your assets making his mouth water. You were an absolute dream. A fantasy he couldn’t imagine ever thinking of. You were stunning.

He let his eyes trace the outline of your body, from the cherry pattern on your dress to the pretty little red ballet flats you had on.

John had prided himself in being devout to his career. Nothing came between him or it. In his thirty-seven years of being alive, he never once tried to settle down or even dabble in a relationship for fear of never giving enough or never being present. He’d have the occasional fuck, but that was once in a while.

His life wasn’t promised; not in the way he had any control over. Then again, who does?

For the first time since joining the Army, he thought of marriage, and he immediately shook that thought away.

He nudged your father, making him turn toward the profile of his face. With his hand still wrapped around the neck of the bottle, he gestured towards you. “Is that—“

“Ah, there she is!” Your father rejoiced, setting down the spatula as you headed towards where they both stood, your mother trailing behind. John stood idle as he watched you move into your dad’s arms with a semi-forced smile.

“Hey, Dad.” You greet him, letting him rock you back and forth in a tight embrace. “Happy birthday.” Regardless if you’d arrived the day before, your dad was still excited that you were here.

"Thank you, pumpkin."

John watched the interaction from the corner of his eye, a strange feeling tugging at his gut. You were no longer that little girl he remembered—you were a woman now. He took another swig of his beer, curiosity and desire brewing within him.

Once your father had released you from his bear hug, your eyes met with John's. A surprised expression graced your face, recognition flashing across your eyes as if you had completely forgotten that he could also be there. "John?" You questioned, your voice softer than he remembered. 'That you?" There was a hint of a tremble, but it was quickly masked by a polite smile.

"Hey there, sweetheart." He greeted, his voice firm yet gentle. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander over you once more, drinking in the sight of you. It was almost as if he was seeing you for the first time. "Aye. It's me."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head in disbelief. "I can't believe it's been fifteen years. You haven't changed much, you know."

John couldn't help but chuckle at your comment, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through him. Fifteen years…

You had to be around twenty-six now.

"I would say the same about you, but—" he replied, letting his gaze linger on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "You've grown up beautifully."

The compliment seemed to take you by surprise, your cheeks flushing a soft tinge. You quickly turned your gaze away from him, focusing on your father who was grilling the patties. "Thanks, John." You muttered, the unease in your voice not going unnoticed by him. Neither did that color on your cheeks.

You could recall the little girl crush you used to have on him all those years ago, when it was adolescent, innocent, and pure. Something to laugh off because it was cute.

But now, standing here as an adult, the feelings that stirred within you when John's gaze lingered on you were anything but innocent. It was a confusing, frightening, yet somehow thrilling realization—one that you knew you would have to confront sooner or later.

Your mother, who had been watching the entire exchange with the sharp eyes of a hawk, nudged you gently, whispering something about helping her out in the kitchen. You took the opportunity to escape, excusing yourself from the men's company. As you turned to leave, you felt John's eyes on you, following your retreating figure. A shiver ran down your spine, but you forced yourself to ignore it.

After you'd left, an awkward silence fell between the two men. John took another swig of his beer, trying to shake off the strange feelings that your presence had stirred up within him. The tension was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken words and hidden desires. It wasn't like him to be so affected, and yet, there was something about you that left him in a state of bewilderment.

His gaze lingered on the spot where you had stood moments ago, the image of your flushed cheeks and the softness of your voice etched into his mind. He raked a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. This was dangerous territory. He knew it but seemed powerless to pull himself away from the allure.

Your father, completely oblivious to his friend's internal struggle, continued flipping burgers, a contented smile on his face. He hummed a tune under his breath, his eyes bright with happiness. Every now and then, he would glance towards the kitchen door, awaiting your return.

"John," He started, his voice pulling John out of his reverie. "You've gone quiet on me, mate." Your father’s jovial tone contrasted starkly with the turmoil raging within John.

John managed a weak smile, forcing out a chuckle. "Just lost in thought, I guess," he replied, not meeting your father's gaze. He took another sip of his beer, the cold liquid doing little to ease the heat creeping up his neck.

Your father simply laughed, shaking his head. "You've always been a bit of a daydreamer, haven't you?" He said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Just don't go getting lost in your thoughts. We've got a party to enjoy."

John nodded, forcing himself to focus on the present, on the sizzle of the burgers, the sound of laughter from the crowd...anything but his best friend's daughter. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts were preoccupied with you.

As the sun began to set, the party continued in full swing. The laughter and chatter grew louder, the music more upbeat, and the atmosphere more festive. But amidst the sea of faces, John's gaze kept drifting back to you.

Your laughter echoed in his ears, your smile imprinted in his memory. Every now and then, he would catch glimpses of you, your silhouette illuminated by the setting sun, your face glowing with genuine happiness. You were like a beacon of light, drawing him in, and he found himself unable to resist.

You were everywhere he looked, in every corner he turned. With each passing moment, the pull he felt towards you grew stronger, more potent. It was like a magnetic force that seemed impossible to resist. It scared him, baffled him, yet excited him in a way he had never experienced before.

He watched as you interacted with the guests, your laughter filling the air. Your eyes sparkled with mirth, your cheeks flushed with excitement. You were the life of the party, and he couldn't help but be captivated by you.

And as he watched you in the warm candlelight of your father's birthday cake, your smile wide as you sang along with your family, he knew he was in trouble. Because for the first time in a long time, he found himself wanting something he knew he couldn't have.

You.

Oh god. It's so embarrassing how long this took to actually write. Please please lemme know what ya'll think. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Should I continue this? ;) Enjoyxx

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Chuck

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher

Hughie Campbell

Frenchie

MM

Homelander

Soldier Boy

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Aaron Raleigh

Paul Jesus Rovia

Simon

The Governor

Abraham Ford

Eugene Porter

Morgan Jones

Spencer Monroe

Dwight

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

[pikapeppa]

Pikapeppa says hello: welcome new followers!

It’s been a while since I updated this, so here we go!

(Sketch by the insanely talented @lethendralis-paints​​!)

I am first and foremost a fanfic writer: Pikapeppa on AO3 (formerly queenofkadara). All of my writing is the result of expressing my love for fictional characters by wanting to give them tens (or hundreds...) of thousands of words’ worth of sex. 😂

An organized list of my writing is here on Tumblr, with links back to AO3. My writing tag on Tumblr is #pikapeppa writes. The main fandoms I write for are Dragon Age, The Witcher, and Horizon. 

As of Nov 2023, I’m writing for Baldur’s Gate 3 and Horizon: Forbidden West. My active projects are as follows:

Astarion x f!Tav (Brynn Bladetongue): kiss me on the mouth and set me free (but please don’t bite)

Halsin x f!Tav (Brynn Bladetongue): Who Heals the Healer?

Aloy x Avad: Coming In Like a Western Wind, set during Forbidden West.

Aloy x Kotallo x Drakka: Conditions of Training, a set of smutty oneshots which will also update whenever the urge strikes.

Other ships I write/have written for are as follows:

Horizon (Zero Dawn and Forbidden West): I have written Aloy with Kotallo, Drakka, Nil, Nil and Drakka both (OT3), Ikrie, Avad, Erend, and the Stealth Trials Keeper.

Dragon Age: Fenris x f!Hawke, Solavellan, Abelas x Lavellan, Felassan x Lavellan, Blackwall x Lavellan, Cullen Rutherford x Lavellan, Samson x Roman Hawke, Sten x Yara Mahariel, Teia Cantori x Viago De Riva

Mass Effect: Reyes Vidal x Mara Ryder, Reyes Vidal x Aria T’Loak

The Witcher 3: Geralt of Rivia x f!Reader. 

Baldur’s Gate 3: Karlach x Dammon, Rolan x f!Tav (Tavanah)

Far Cry 5: John Seed x f!Deputy 

Samurai Champloo: Fuu x Jin x Mugen

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners: David Martinez x Lucy

I sometimes post tutorials about writing, which you can find here under #pikapeppa tutors. BE WARNED that I don’t have any formal writing training, so these are mainly based on my own experience as a writer.

I occasionally draw stupid cartoons, which you can find under the tag #pikapeppa draws.

Otherwise, my blog is primarily reblobs of others’ amazing art!

Finally, and most importantly, I have a daemon cat named Meeko, and she is precious and good and sits on my desk while I write. Here she is in all her judgmental glory.

Thanks for joining me, friends, and enjoy your stay!

- Love from your friendly neighbourhood Pikapeppa xoxo

[esmericks]

New Additions... Again

Hello beautiful people! This is just a post to let you know that I am adding a few people to my request list. I have been getting loads of requests and I am honestly so grateful to every one of you. Unfortunately... I haven’t gotten around to any yet because I currently ( in literally two days ) am about to pass a huge exam period. Basically like SATS or whatever you guys have other there in the US. I am really stressed about it but I’ll survive. So when those are done I will get to writing right away. Thank you guys so much again for your patience and without further do, lets welcome these new people to our list! 

PS: I am only going to write for the characters the actors play not the actual actor/actress as I feel uncomfortable doing so. So if you would like to request a character played by an actor/ actress you love please do so BUT if you still send me the name of an actor/actress I will still take your request but will personally choose a character played by said actor/actress to fit the scenario.... *catches breath *

- Amanda Abbington aka John Watsons wife from BBC Sherlock (Yes... I have a crush on Mary from BBC Sherlock... and yes I would like to talk about it with a therapist.)

- Charlie Heaton (I like socially awkward nerds with big hearts)

- David Harbour (Currently re-watching ST and I love Giants so that's about all I have to say)

- Jason Momoa (Not really a personal favorite but a lot of people have been requesting him)

- Jessica Lange (Honestly surprised at how long it took me to find her hot, maybe its the AHS withdrawal that's making me feel this... anyways no regrets)

- Joe Keery (A lot of J’s... also I gotta give the people what they want)

- Kaya Scodelario (Started watching Skins a few weeks ago and just thought “Why not?”. Also this is for all you Maze Runner lovers)

- Oscar Isaac (I even suprised myself with this because for some reason my daddy issues have not yet picked up on Oscar Isaac... even though i have 60+ year old men on this list. I personally am more of a Pedro Pascal girl... but Leto Atreides... makes me get it. Also I’d totally bang his wife Lady Jessica but thats beside the point. Also Rebecca Ferguson has been on the list already for like 3 years)

- Paul Bettany (Are you even surprised?)

- Pheobe Waller Bridge (Underrated QUEEN. Also I have a thing for tall, dark haired, socially awkward, unconventionally attractive British people. *Cough* Sherlock Holmes aka Benedict Cumberbatch *Cough* *Cough* Severus Snape *Cough*)

- Sacha Baron Cohen (As I said I love giants)

- Winona Ryder (OH MY FUCKING GOD. How was she not on my list before. She is one of the most beautiful, inside and out people in the entire world. And Joyce Byers makes my mommy issues QUAKE. Not joking. Also underrated as FUCK.)

Anyways that's it for now. Hope you’re happy and request something for one of these people. Also If you would like me to add anyone else PLEASE ask me, honestly I love answering people. 

Also I NEED a Javier Bardem x reader fic cause he so SO FRICKIN HOT

ALSO fucking pray for me for my exams... cause I need it.

AND WAIT WAIT WAIT... Pleease ask me blurbs or little opinions on some of your character. Just like scenarios and mini imagines cause I love those... NSFW or not.

Thank you so much

Love you all

[slytherbun]

character list

characters

note: i usually write as female reader but i’m now accepting male reader and gender neutral. <3

↬ one chicago

─ jay halstead

─ adam ruzek

─ hailey upton

─ kevin atwater

─ kim burgess

— erin lindsay

— antonio dawson

─ kelly severide

─ matthew casey

─ leslie shay

─ sylvie brett

─ stella kid

─ violet mikami

─ evan hawkins

─ connor rhodes

─ ethan choi

↬ criminal minds

─ spencer reid

─ aaron hotchner

─ luke alvez

─ emily prentiss

─ jj jareau

─ derek morgan

─ penelope garcia

─ tyler green

─ elias volt

↬ prison break

─ michael scofield

─ lincoln burrows

─ fernando sucre

↬ wizarding world

─ draco malfoy

─ cedric diggory

─ theodore nott

─ remus lupin

─ sirius black

─ james potter

─ lily evans

─ sebastian sallow

↬ outer banks

─ jj maybank

─ rafe cameron

─ sarah cameron

─ pope heyward

─ john b

─ kiara carrera

↬ twilight

─ jasper hale

─ edward cullen

─ emmett cullen

─ charlie swan

↬ law & order - svu

─ rafael barba

─ sonny carisi

↬ 911 & 911 - lonestar

─ evan buckley

─ eddie diaz

─ tk strand

─ judson ryder

─ carlos reyes

─ owen strand

↬ stranger things

─ steve harrington

─ max mayfield

─ robin buckley

─ billy hargrove

─ eddie munson

─ jim hopper

─ mike wheeler

─ eleven/jane hopper

─ nancy wheeler

─ dustin henderson

─ lucas sinclair

─ will byers

↬ the rookie

─ tim bradford

─ lucy chen

─ angela lopez

─ wesley evers

─ john nolan

─ bailey nune

↬ the summer i turned pretty

─ jeremiah

─ conrad

─ steven

─ taylor

─ belly

↬ last of us part i & ii

─ joel miller

─ ellie williams

actors

─ matthew gray gubler

poly with reader

warning: some ships can be mfm, fmf, ffm, mmf, fff, or mmm. please clarify when you request if you choose differently then my selection below.

↬ one chicago poly

─ adam x kevin x reader

─ adam x kim x reader

─ jay x hailey x reader

─ jay x kim x reader

— jay x erin x reader

— kim x hailey x reader

─ kevin x kim x reader

— antonio x sylvie x reader

— jay x kelly x reader

─ matthew x kelly x reader

─ kelly x shay x reader

─ stella x kelly x reader

─ stella x sylvie x reader

─ violet x evan x reader

↬ criminal minds poly

─ spencer x aaron x reader

─ spencer x luke x reader

─ hotch x emily x reader

─ emily x jj x reader

─ penelope x luke x reader

─ spencer x aaron x luke x reader

─ penelope x tyler x reader

↬ prison break

─ michael x lincoln x reader

─ michael x sucre x reader

─ michael x sucre x lincoln x reader

─ michael x sara x reader

↬ wizarding world poly

─ draco x theo x reader

─ remus x sirius x reader

─ james x lily x reader

─ remus x sirius x james x reader

↬ outer banks poly

─ jj x rafe x reader

─ jj x pope x reader

─ jj x john b x reader

─ sarah x john b x reader

─ sarah x kiara x reader

─ jj x kiara x reader

↬ 911 & 911 - lonestar poly

─ evan x eddie x reader

─ tk x carlos x reader

─ judd x grace x reader

↬ stranger things poly

─ steve x robin x reader

─ steve x billy x reader

─ steve x eddie x reader

─ steve x nancy x reader

─ mike x eleven/jane x reader

─ nancy x robin x reader

─ max x eleven/jane x reader

─ max x lucas x reader

─ max x mike x reader

─ dustin x lucas x reader

─ will x mike x reader

↬ the rookie poly

─ tim x lucy x reader

─ angela x wesley x reader

─ john x bailey x reader

↬ the summer i turned pretty poly

─ jeremiah x conrad x reader

─ jeremiah x conrad x steven x reader

─ jeremiah x belly x reader

─ conrad x belly x reader

─ steven x taylor x reader

coming soon

─

[thesightstoshowyou]

Kinky December - Public Sex

John Ryder (Hitcher 2007) x F Reader (NSFW)

Ha, bet you thought I was done writing about this dude. Here’s my secret, Cap. I’m always horny for John.

If you’d like more, please visit my Masterlist.

Warnings: Cockwarming, knife, blood, exhibitionism, humiliation, threats, creampie, masochistic reader

Please thank @horrorslashergirl for her lovely prompts

“J-John, they’re-oh fuck-they’re looking,” you whisper, face burning. John ignores you, continues tracing your naked back with the point of his knife until blood trickles down your skin in warm rivulets. The people seated at the table nearest yours send irritable glances in your direction when you noisily suck in air through your teeth. Delicious sting....

“Maybe you should be quieter then.” You can hear the smile in his voice when he murmurs in your ear. A warm, bloody hand comes to rest on your waist and he thrusts up into you twice, two quick jerks of his hips before falling still once more. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip as the cock seated in your dripping cunt stimulates your neglected walls.

He’d called you out of the blue; you always know it’s John when it’s a number you don’t recognize. He’d given you an address, told you to meet him there at nine, hung up before you could argue. Not that you would, of course.

Five minutes to nine, you obediently pulled into the dusty parking lot of the dive bar, parking right next to the black Trans Am, shining in the moonlight and the flickering neon sign hanging crooked from the roof.

Your shoes stuck to the floor when you crept inside. A heavy cloud of cigarette smoke hung around the dim lights, twangy country music crooning from the jukebox in the corner. Hard stares fixed you to the spot as soon as you entered; you, in your little, backless dress, stuck out like a sore thumb among black leather and biker boots. You never thought you’d be relieved to spot John eyeing you like a predator from a corner booth.

The second he’d pulled you into his lap, hiked your dress up to your hips, slipped his thick cock into your quivering cunt, you’d known exactly why he’d chosen this crowded shit hole. What better way to humiliate you than to make you cum under his knife for an audience? You fucking hate him.

Then why do you keep crawling back every time he snaps his fingers?

“P-Please,” you hiss, wiggling your hips, desperate for friction. You’re burning from the inside, aching for any amount of sensation. John’s lips brush the back of your sweaty neck and blow cool air across your overheated flesh. You shiver, breath hitching in your throat.

“Please what?” he asks casually, as though your twitching, leaking cunt isn’t wrapped around his cock. He carves another white hot streak of addictive pain under your shoulder blade and you clench your jaw to stifle your pathetic whine.

“Y-y-you know what,” you snap before you can stop yourself. John hums thoughtfully, pressing the tip of his knife to your lower back. One, forceful shove would bury it directly into your spinal cord. You tense, sweaty hands trembling in your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak, quickly looking away when the bar patrons around you shoot quizzical looks your way. John chuckles under his breath, apparently impervious to embarassment.

“Good girl.” You shudder at the deep purr, his chest vibrating against your back when he speaks, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

“J-John,” you beg, all the while knowing it won’t do you any good. Everyone around you will know what you’re doing, they’ll tell the bartender, you’ll be kicked out, everyone will see your angry, lacerated back—

John bucks his hips again, just once, but it’s enough to make you forget the potential risks. You can’t help it when you roll your hips, starving for relief from the needy ache roiling in your gut. It’s satisfying when John releases a tremulous breath against your hair. At least now you know he’s suffering too.

All it takes is one more slash of the blade down your spine and you’re cumming, clenching your eyes shut, slapping a hand over your mouth, digging your nails into the grimy tabletop as glorious warmth rolls through your core in ample waves. There’s a quiet, “Oh, fuck,” behind you and more heat spills into your belly when John paints your insides white.

You gasp, weak fingers shaking against your mouth, neck and face burning under the judgmental gaze of your audience. John laughs breathlessly in your ear and you feel him shift under you as he pockets his gory knife.

“I think we overstayed our welcome.” You’ve never been more relieved to leave a place in your entire life.

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC FotW - July 10 - 16, 2022

🖤 = Adult Content 🔥 = NSFW

CRIMES OF PASSION

The Good, The Bad and the Lightly Stabbed | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads 🖤

NIGHTBOUND

The Bound Anthology (Series) | Nik Ryder x Reader - @riley-phoenix Part 1: Shadowbound 🖤

When Hunters Become Prey (Series) | Nightbound F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 19: Where Do I Belong?

OPEN HEART

THE NANNY AFFAIR         

Chapter 3: The Long Run | M!Sam Dalton x F!MC - @krisb-writing-blog

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

THE UNEXPECTED HEIRESS

And the Sky Was Blazing Scarlet | John Somerset x MC - @kissmeawake

WAKE THE DEAD

Safe (Series) - @missameliep Chapter 1: The End of the World 🖤

Wound Care - @storyofmychoices

[jayankles]

Bec's Kinktoberfest Masterlist

This is my completed masterlist of @becs-bunker Bec's Kinktoberfest Challenge, this was such a fun challenge, even if half of my things didn't even post when they were supposed to. But anyway, thank you again, I loved writing for a multitude of fandoms and thanks for giving me the opportunity to explore these different characters.

I Need More - Mutual Masturbation - Billy Russo x Reader

Protection on Vacation: Smut Drabble - Sneaking Around | Forbidden Love - Bodyguard!Dean x Princess!Reader

They’re Gone - Voyeurism | Exhibitionism - John Winchester x Reader

Blood and  Ice - Hot/Cold Play - Frank Castle x Reader

Teasing Texts - Sexting/Phone Sex - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Piss Me Off - Angry or Hate Sex - Jake Peralta x Reader

Dad Joke Seduction - Comfort Sex - Scott Lang x Pregnant!Reader

Teach an Angel New Tricks - Dirty talk | Size Kink - Castiel x Reader

Folded Chair - In front of a mirror - Ruby 2.0 x Reader

The Little Princess and her King - Toys | Praise Kink -King!Brunhilde x Reader

Spelled Eyes: Part 2 /Spelled Eyes: Part 3 - Threesome/Moresome - Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Cas x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Hands to Himself - Sir Kink | Bed Sharing - T’Challa x Reader

Call Me Out - Public or Semi public sex - Sam Wilson x Reader

All for Show - Filming Themselves - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x Reader

Little Peter - Caught Masturbating - Peter Parker x Reader

Dino Nuggets - Daddy Kink - Daddy!Jared x Momma!Reader

The Ladies Room - Casual Sex - Danneel Harris x Reader

Sweet Tasting Demon - Touch Deprivation | Somnophilia - Sam Winchester x Ruby 2.0

Lucy Gives Up - Oral Sex - Wanda Maximoff x Powered!Reader

Selfish Hearts - Make Up Sex - Diana Prince x Reader

Stupid Plans end in Exciting Lessons - Teasing - Thor Odinson x Reader

Don’t Waste Perfect Lingerie Sets - A/B/O | Lingerie - Anael x Reader

“It’s not illegal if you pay for it.” - Camp fire - Rough Sex | Camping - Hunter Hardon x Venus Ryder (Pornstar!Dean x Pornstar!Reader)

Make it Up To You - Shibari | Bondage - Regina Mills x Reader

Save Me, Supergirl - Roleplay - Kara Danvers x Reader

Only at Home - Orgasm Denial - Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) x Reader x Seth Rollins (Colby Lopez)

So Close to your Reward - Spanking - Adrian Chase x Reader

Imperfectly Perfect - Body Worship | Nipple Play - Killian Jones x Reader

Don’t Drown while I’m Trying - Aftercare - Carol Danvers x Reader

I Can Last Longer - First to come loses - Henry Cavill x Poc!Reader (aesthetic)

Mommy, Daddy, and their Baby Girl - Dealer's Choice - Jared Padalecki x Reader x Genevieve Padalecki

[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Chemistry | Alex Mercer

Requested by anonymous:  Can you please make an Alex x platonic!reader fic where reader and alex are both being chaotic duo, like they just have a bunch of inside jokes and crack up when someone says a random word and everyone's like what is wrong with you guys (just them channelling Robert Pattinson in press junkets level of crackhead energy)

Summary: You and Alex are hanging out before band practice to study, but with fun dance parties, come hurried runs to the studio since you lost track of time. The band doesn’t appreciate it too much. 

Pairing: Alex x platonic!reader

Warnings: none, just some chaotic good 

Words: 1101

Los Feliz, 1995

“We still on for studying together?” Alex, your best friend, asks when he finds you at your locker. It startles you, but once you’ve composed yourself, you offer him a smile. “Of course, Lex.” His lips curl up into a smile as a relieved smile breaks through. He’s always been a little anxious. Mostly about big things happening and things changing, but lately, he’s had this fear of losing his best mates or them pushing him away or getting bored of him. You included. Even though you’ve told him multiple times already that that’s something that could never happen, it’s something that wells up inside every now and again, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So, instead of telling him to stop worrying, you reassure him. No matter how many times you have to.  “Your place or mine?” he then asks, gripping the strap of his backpack a little tighter.  “Mine? It’s closer to the studio for your band rehearsal later,” you suggest. Alex nods his head agreeingly, and then falls into step with you as you make your way out of school.  You and Alex have been friends since forever. Your parents went to the same church and became friends on the first day of meeting, which then meant the two of you had to spend time together. Neither of you had a choice. But it’s not like it mattered. The two of you hit it off right away and have been the best of friends ever since. Then, in middle school came Reggie and Luke, and freshman year of high school, Bobby joined the gang. The boys started a band that year, but since you were musically incompetent, you couldn’t join the band. Which kind of sucked, but you loved sitting in rehearsals and listening to every idea they had for a new song. It was just refreshing to see those boys thriving and having fun and being passionate about the same thing. “Okay, what do you want to start with?” Alex asks when he plops onto your bed the second you walk into your room. You throw your backpack to the floor, grab a cassette from your collection, and put it in the stereo. It’s the mixtape the boys had made for you for Christmas last year with all your favorite songs on. Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody is the first song that blares through the speakers.  “A dance party!” you suggest excitedly and pull Alex up from the bed, singing along terribly. For the majority of the mix tape, you and Alex sing along, dancing through the room and giggling at Alex’s hilarious dance moves.  “I really think John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John had the best chemistry of all movie couples,” says Alex when You’re The One That I Want is playing. “Really? I think Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Gray were a better couple,” you argue, “Or Winona Ryder and Christian Slater!” Alex groans, fanning himself when thinking about Jason Dean from Heathers. “I know, Christian Slater will forever be my celebrity crush!” Alex giggles at that.  “Can we share?” he wiggles his eyebrows, to which you just laugh.  “No, bro, Christian Slater is mine. Pick your own hottie!”  “Fine, I’ll claim John Stamos then!” you gasp at this. John Stamos, along with Christian Slater, was the hottest actor alive. You watched Full House with your parents every evening.  Express Yourself by Madonna then starts playing, and the both of you forget about the discussion and start dancing again, singing along with the Queen of Pop. 

“OK,” he then coughs when the last song ends, and you go up to rewind it. “I think we ought to start studying now.” You glance at the clock on the wall behind Alex. When you see what time it is, your eyes widen. “What?!” he asks when he notices your shocked face. “We’re so late for band practice!” you shout and jump across your bed to get your backpack off the ground. Muttering some curse words under his breath, Alex gathers his stuff too, and stumbles after you. Giggling and stumbling, the two of you run to Bobby’s garage where the boys already are. All three of them scattered around on furniture, neither of them seems too happy. “Hey, guys!” Alex greets, panting, and then coughs. “’Sup, kiddos,” you throw up a peace sign with a sheepish grin plastered on your face. “You guys going to come up with some sort of lame excuse as to why you’re late?” Luke asks, his arms crossed and a pout on his face that kind of resembles a puppy’s. You and Alex glance at each other to check who’s going to do the talking, but all that comes out is high-pitched mumbling and stuttering. “We were studying…” you finally manage to bring out. “Yeah, studying!” It was your plan after all. “We were studying and lost track of time, so that’s why we’re late.” The three others glare at you with raised eyebrows, not believing once second of it. “What were you studying?” Bobby queries, now crossing his arms too. More panicked glances between you and Alex. “Chemistry!” you reply. It’s the first thing that comes to mind after your conversation about movie couples having chemistry and celebrity couples. “Yep! We were totally studying chemistry.” Alex, obviously knowing where the answer comes from, can’t stifle a giggle which earns him a questioning glare from his band mates. “Okay, then what are the chemical properties of oxygen?” Bobby interrogates, being the best in chemistry out of all of them. You and Alex had kind of forgotten about that… “Uhm…” More panicked glances between the two of you. “O?” “I think you got a bit of studying left to do, Y/L/N,” Bobby chuckles before getting up and grabbing his guitar. Luke and Reggie do the same. Alex gives you one last glance, and you both burst out laughing. “Can we start rehearsing now?” Reggie asks, getting a little annoyed. Alex nods, and walks over to his drumkit, sitting down behind it. Alex lifts his drumsticks to start counting down, but then stops. “What are we doing?” he asks.    “Now or Never,” Luke replies with an eyeroll. The drummer nods and counts the boys in, sending the band off into the song. You sit down on the couch, still giggling at everything that had just happened. This is such an Alex-and-you thing. Days with Alex are never boring. Something always happens when you’re around him, or any of the boys for that matter. It’s something you would never want to change. Ever.  

Taglist: @hannahhistorian92​

[maria-scribbles]

yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker

movie night at your place sparks the age old debate: is die hard really a christmas film?

fandom: outer banks

ship: slight jj maybank x reader, pogue friendship

word count: 967

featuring: too many movie references/mentions, the pogues being cute, swearing, overuse of italics for ✨emphasis✨

a/n: day 5 of my holiday challenge, a day late ‘cause work sucked ass. idk what this even is lmao (is it bad to say that i’ve never seen die hard the whole way through? oops). unbetaed, all mistakes are my b.

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December 2020

"Okay, which one are we watching first: Elf, Home Alone, or How the Grinch Stole Christmas?" You asked, holding all three DVDs in your hands and turning to face your friends piled together on the couch; everyone yelled out their choice at once and the sheer volume of their combined voices made you wince.

"Jesus, guys, take it down a notch! We're not debating which one is the best of all time, here.”

You laughed as Kiara lovingly flipped you off from her seat between Pope and John B before she leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza from the box on the table. "Too late, Y/N. The answer is Home Alone and anyone who says otherwise-" she turned to stare pointedly at John B as Pope nodded in agreement- "is wrong."

"No, it's gotta be Grinch, hands down." He fired back, nudging Sarah in the side with his elbow. "Back me up here."

The blonde girl just shrugged and took a casual sip of her beer. "You're both wrong because it's obviously Elf, no question."

"Correct!" You smiled in approval and spun on your heel to slip the DVD into the player, ignoring the rest of the group's protests, then grabbed the remote and squeezed into the spot between Pope and JJ. "No bitching! I'm the host, what I say goes."

"Hate to break it to you but everyone already knows what the greatest Christmas movie of all time is." JJ finally spoke up as he threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you closer to his side. "It's Die Hard."

"For the last time, no, it is not. It's not even a holiday movie!" Pope stated while you and Kiara exchanged a flat look over the back of the couch. Every single year, ever since the first annual pogue Christmas movie night back in fifth grade, the two boys (and occasionally John B, whenever he felt like making trouble) would have the same argument, going over the same points like two annoying, infuriating broken records and never reaching a conclusion. It was practically as traditional as the movie night itself.

"It takes place during a holiday party, so yes, it is!"

"Dude, the setting doesn't change the fact that it's a typical action movie!"

To your right, you could hear low conversation as John B filled Sarah in on the Great Die Hard Debate, Kiara adding details every once in a while and you wished you'd picked to sit on the end of the couch instead, where you wouldn't be stuck in right in the middle of the action. That massive crush you had on JJ always seemed to get you into trouble without fail. 

"Guys, can't we just agree to disagree?" Your hopeful question went ignored and you sighed, not surprised in the slightest as you relaxed against the blond boy's side with your arms crossed. Kiara caught your eye and mouthed, "you tried," before offering you a sympathetic smile. 

"The fucking screenwriter himself said it was 'as much of a holiday film as White Christmas', and that's a direct quote, I can prove it!" JJ said, starting to reach for his phone as Pope laughed and shook his head.

"And Bruce Willis himself, the fucking star of it, said, and I quote, 'Die Hard is not a Christmas movie.'"

"Well, if Die Hard's a Christmas movie then so's Mean Girls, if you think about it." To everyone's shock it was Sarah who interrupted the loud -oh so loud- discussion around a mouthful of popcorn and upon seeing the sea of five blank faces staring back at her, she continued, “The Jingle Bell Rock scene? Technically, it should count.”

“But it’s only one scene, not the whole movie.” JJ leaned forward to argue with the girl at the other end of the couch and you, out of spite that you lost your comfy spot tucked against his warm shoulder, decided to take a page out of John B’s book and stir the pot.

“You know, Sarah’s got a good point. What about the ugly sweater party in Bridget Jones’ Diary?”

“Or Narnia?” Kiara quickly added before JJ or Pope, sitting up now, too and looking like he just swallowed a sour lemon, could counter. “They get presents from Santa!”

“Um, Edward Scissorhands? Winona Ryder dancing in the snow?” That was John B adding his two cents and it opened the floodgates for everyone to start listing off different movies in rapid fire succession.

“You’ve Got Mail!”

“Gremlins!”

“Rocky!”

“Like, every Harry Potter movie. Seriously.”

“I can’t believe I have to listen to this...this slander!” Pope said, shaking his head in disgust while JJ crossed his arms and leaned back against the couch in a huff.

“And I can’t believe I’m agreeing with you!”

Kiara raised an eyebrow and looked back and forth between the two boys. “Oh, now you can agree on something? Do you guys even realize how fucking stupid you sound?”

“No.” 

“Yes.”

“Okay, executive order from the host! Die Hard is whatever you want it to be.” You said, grabbing the remote from the table before pushing Pope’s chest until he relaxed back against the couch. “Believe what you wanna believe but do it quietly, I just wanna watch Elf in peace. Capiche?”

When no one protested otherwise you pressed play, then tucked yourself under JJ’s arm once again; he squeezed your shoulder in response and you couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face.

The blissful silence lasted only ten minutes before John B shot up straight and turned to the rest of you with wide eyes, his next words sending the whole room into chaos once again.

“How did we forget Iron Man 3?!”

You just put your head in your hands and groaned.

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89 & 90 from the love prompt with Topper

you got it! gonna try and repair the hearts i broke with the last one oop. i didn’t proofread this sry in advance

89. “I noticed.” 90. “You can tell me anything.”

pairing: topper thornton x reader

warnings: fluffffff

word count: 730

It had been a long week. Turns out juggling a part time job with full time undergraduate studies is not easy, especially during finals. Having written your intermediate stats final at 9 am, followed by a long shift at the local diner across from campus where you had worked short staffed because someone had flaked on her shift again, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep for fifteen hours.

Unluckily for you, your roommate Topper had different plans. The second you had entered the apartment, you had been assaulted by the bright light of the hallway and the sight of Topper cheerfully greeting you, grabbing you by the hand to lead you into the living room where Rapunzel was queued up on the large tv, and two cartons of ben and jerry’s sat on the coffee table. Your frown lessened when you realized one was your favourite flavour. You looked up at him questioningly, exhaustion and surprise causing your left eye to water a little.

“What’s all this?” you asked softly.

“I noticed you usually put on a disney movie when you’re stressed, and I picked up ben and jerry’s from the store earlier,” he told you, “I figured you would need it after today.”

“No one has ever paid that much attention to me,” you admit quietly. It’s true, you’ve never really had a strong friend group. You had friends, sure, but you were never the centre of a friend group. You existed on the fringes of most friendship circles, never truly finding yourself belonging to any. Even the people you had grown up with hadn’t really considered you ‘one of them’. That was how you had ended up befriending Topper in the first place and then moving in together when you both got accepted to Duke.

You had been at a boneyard party, offhandedly invited by Kiara who you would consider a friend, but you weren’t really close. It was like that with all the pogues, y’all were friendly but it’s not like you were crashing on John B’s couch or anything. 

Topper had seen you looking melancholy, sitting at the edge of the party, red solo cup in hand and decided to talk to you. At first, you had been wary. Despite not being one of the group, you were still a pogue and keenly aware of the disdain most kooks had for your kind. He had quickly proved you wrong, kind and caring and always striking up a conversation when you were left alone at parties. The casual conversations at parties turned into hanging out beyond the boneyard and a real friendship flourished.

When you and Topper had both gotten into Duke, it was a quick and easy decision to move into the apartment his parents were paying for. They liked you well enough, for a pogue, and only charged you half of what market rent would be. 

“Are you still deep in your head, or can we watch the movie?” Topper teased you, sitting on the loveseat and motioning for you to join him. You rolled your eyes and sat beside him, leaning on his body heat slightly and let the exhaustion take over as you slouched your shoulders. You reached for your ice cream and mumbled a thanks, causing Topper to grin.

Tangled was one of your favourites, low key you thought Flynn Ryder was cute and the lanterns always made your heart happy. You played with the ends of your hair as you happily watched and sang along quietly when you felt eyes on you. Turning to Topper, he was staring at you, his intense gaze causing your heart to stutter in your chest. 

“What?” You asked self-consciously, pulling your legs up to wrap your arms around them. He didn’t answer you right away, eyes searching yours for what, you didn’t know. “You can tell me anything, Top, you know that.” 

“I’m think I’m falling in love with you,” he admits after a beat. Your mouth falls open in shock, and Topper mistakes your reaction for rejection, starting to pull away from you. Unable to think of any other way to show him how you feel, you throw a leg over his lap to straddle him and pull his lips to yours. Pulling back to breathe, you rest your forehead against his and mumble against his lips, “I think I am too.”

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The Boys Of Summer — JJ Maybank

Request: Hi there I wasn’t sure if requests were open or not, but I was wondering if I could get a JJ x female reader based on the song The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley. I feel likes it’s a good end of summer song and I was thinking it could be something where the reader is getting ready to leave for college and her and JJ have to come to terms with her leaving and while she drives away the both of them reminisce on their times together. Sorry if it’s too much! I love your writing! :)

Warnings: swearing, underaged drinking

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/N: I kind of veered from the request a bit- I just got a different vibe from the lyrics

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The sun was beaming into JJ’s eyes as he flew down the streets on his motorbike, leaves kicking up in the wind. He hoped it was the harsh wind that caused tears to prick in his eyes, rather than the emotional turmoil in his head. You were leaving for college today, and JJ didn’t want you to leave without letting you know how he felt. He knew he had fucked up, and he scolding himself for waiting until the last minute to do anything about it.

The ride to your house was eerie. The streets, usually filled with kid’s trying to find their fun, were empty. The beaches were deserted, litter left from tourists the only thing keeping the sand company. Summer was ending, and the Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth, felt like a ghost town. It was bare. The contrast of its current state, and from what it looked like just a couple of weeks ago was astounding.

-

The speaker that Sarah had brought was playing lowly, relaxing you both as you tanned. It was one of the first few days of summer, and you needed to get that glow that would carry you for the rest of the season. You were enjoying the warmth of the sun on your skin, until you felt something, or someone, block its rays. You picked off your sunglasses, and saw the culprit, JJ, your boyfriend, standing in front of you. His hair was sopping wet, little droplets falling onto your feet as he towered over you.

“What,” you groaned, throwing your forearm over your eyes.

“C’mon Y/N! The waters fine,” he whined, trying to get you to comply. You look at him for a moment before making up your mind.

“Five more minutes,” you said as you put your sunglasses back on, getting back to tanning.

“Fine,” JJ accepted, drawing out the vowel. You heard him stomp away, in a childish manner, which made you smile. You closed your eyes, unwinding again. It didn’t last for very long though, as you were ripped from you relaxation when you heard rapid footfalls coming your direction. You didn’t have much time to process what was happening as JJ picked you up from the sand, and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed as you pounding his back, begging for him to put you down. Your cries for help were abruptly cut off when JJ threw you off his shoulder, and into the salty water. When you emerged from the water, the sound of JJ’s laughter filled your ears, which was impossible to get mad at.

“What the hell was that, Maybank!” You playfully scorned, to which he only laughed harder. You moved to slap his chest, but he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“The waves were calling your name, Y/N,” he alleged, making you giggle against his skin. He placed his hands on your cheeks, guiding you up to kiss him. It was a small kiss, but it was filled with so much, you didn’t want the moment to end. You pulled away, and leaned your forehead against his.

The love you saw in his eyes was innocent. It was child-like, and pure. Like nothing could ever get in your way.

-

JJ didn’t realize the memory was playing out in his head. There were tears pouring down his cheeks, and being blown into the wind. He kept his gaze steady on the road in front of him, with a hard face. He was mad. Mad at himself for letting you go. He could’ve had a future with you, but he let it all go to shit.

-

The Fourth of July carnival has been a summer staple for the Outer Banks since anyone could remember, and you went every year. It was one of your favorite summer traditions, and this year, you went with JJ. The night was full of rides, greasy fair food, and booth games, where JJ had won you a large teddy bear.

The night was winding down, people were going home and rides were shutting down, and you were getting pretty tired. You and JJ were holding hands as you were walking towards the exit, along with everyone else. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a little boy trip and fall, getting separated from his family in the large crowd. He couldn’t have been older than five years old. You quickly ran towards him, ducking through the mass of people, shouting ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ til you reached him.

“Hey there,” you said as you crouched down, JJ right beside you. The little boy looked up at you with teary eyes.

“What’s your name?” You asked in a sweet voice, trying to calm him down.

“Ryder,” the little boy said through sniffles, his little cheeks red and puffy.

“Ryder? Okay Ryder, is it okay if I pick you up?” You asked in your best baby voice. He didn’t answer, as he made grabby hands, letting out a sob.

“Okay, c’mere bubba,” you cooed as you picked him up. You gave him the teddy bear JJ gave you to calm him down. It worked, as his tears stilled and he was now occupied with the fluffy toy.

JJ was still just standing behind you, not sure of what to do. He looked like a he had just seen a ghost.

“Look out for parents,” you muttered to him, giving him a job. JJ nodded and looked out to the crowd, and quickly spotted a young couple, scrambling around with terrified looks on their faces. JJ tapped your shoulder, and pointed them out to you.

“Is that your mommy and daddy?” You asked Ryder, his eyes following where JJ was pointing. Ryders face lit up when he saw them. He started nodding excitedly.

“Yeah?” You egged, happy that he wasn’t crying anymore.

“Mhmm!” Ryder hummed. He grabbed onto your shirt with excitement.

You and JJ hurriedly maneuvered through the crowd, trying to reach Ryders parents. You guys eventually did, and they were more than grateful. They gave you and JJ many thanks and you parted your ways.

“You’re gonna get real good at that, y’know,” JJ said, smiling down at you.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“The whole... taking care of kids thing.” He looked down at his shoes, suddenly getting shy at his own words.

“You mean like, a mom,” you challenged, a bright smile on your face. JJ regained some of his confidence when he saw how you were taking it. You weren’t freaked out at the idea, you were elated. You wanted a future with him, where you could have his kids, and raise a big and happy family.

“Yeah,” he started, swinging his arm over your shoulder.

“Like a mom.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, enveloping you in everything that was good in the world. You loved JJ, and he made you feel safe and secure. You wanted the longevity and safety with him, and you were excited for your future with him.

-

He was furious at himself now. You loved him so much, and JJ took you for granted. He would never forgive himself for what he put you through.

-

The teens of the Outer Banks all knew one thing for sure, and that was that summer was coming to a close. Everyone wanted to get one last party in before you all went back to your normal and boring routine of wakeup, school, go to sleep, so, that exactly what you all did. Everyone was there, Kooks, Pogues, Tourons, and even a couple mainlanders. It was the biggest party of the summer.

You and Kie were in the middle of the crowd, dancing, drinking, and having a good time. You knew when the summer ended Kie would have to go back to the Kook Academy, and you would have to go away to college, so you wanted to get every last moment that you could with her.

After a while of partying and many, many refills, Kie started to greatly feel the effects of what she was putting in her body. She grabbed onto your forearm to steady herself.

“Woah! Kie! You okay?” You yelled, trying to get her to hear you over the music. When she shook her head no, you started to shove past the mass of people to get her out of the crowd. You flung her arm over your shoulder and held onto it to keep her up and balanced.

“Hey, I’m gonna take her back to the Chateau, she’s not feeling too well,” you said to John B, who was standing guard at the keg.

“Alright, drive safe,” he replied, pity in his voice for Kie.

“Hey, have you seen JJ?” You asked him, realizing you hadn’t seen your boyfriend around.

“Um, no, not for a while.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, thinking about his answer.

“Alright, well I’ll see you later.” You said your goodbyes once more and made your way to your car, an almost-passed-out Kiara hanging off your shoulder.

When you pulled up to the Chateau, you parked the car and went to the passenger side. You helped Kiara get out of her seat, but she could handle herself a little better now, not needing much help walking anymore.

When you approached the front door, you could faintly hear the bed creaking, and moaning. It couldn’t have been John B, you had just seen him, and Pope wasn’t really the type to bring a girl home.

“What the fuck,” you muttered to yourself, roughly opening the old door. You sprinted to the spare bedroom and yanked the door open, the sight of JJ on top of another girl, a girl that had beautiful blonde hair and a small waist, coming into view.

“Y/N,” JJ began when he saw you. Before he could say anything else, you turned and ran out of the house.

“It’s not what you think,” he yelled after you coming out of the house, only wearing a pair of shorts he could quickly throw on.

“Then what the fuck is it, JJ!” You turned and screamed at him with tears in your eyes. You started to walk back towards him, getting ready to unleash all your anger.

“Because I saw you,” you pointed at him, the tip of your finger coming into contact with his bare chest.

“In bed, fucking another girl.” You pushed him away with your finger. You were seething with anger, your face and ears red, tears free falling down your cheeks.

“We’re done, JJ, we’re done,” you shot as you turned to walk away.

“Babe, please, we can talk about this!” He grabbed your wrist just before you were out of reach.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You yanked your hand away and left him. Left him to clean up the mess he made.

You got in your car and drove away. You could barely see through the tears in your eyes, but you wanted to put as much distance between you and him as possible. You would never forgive him for this. All of those ‘I love you’s, and ‘You’re everything to me’s meant nothing now, and you weren’t going to fall for them again. You were done with JJ Maybank.

-

JJ rounded the corner to your street, your house coming into view. He didn’t really think through what he was doing, or what he was going to say, he just wanted to see you one last time.

You were putting the last of the boxes into the trunk of your car, getting ready to hit the road and start a new life out of the Outer Banks. You would miss it, though, the beach life. You would miss the sand and the sun, the drinks and the food, and everything in between. You did miss JJ, on some days. You would miss the way his arms curled around your waist, or the random kisses he would place on your neck, but you couldn’t go back to him. He cheated on you, and you weren’t going to forgive him so easily. You’d cut him off that night, never wanting to let him back into your life. If you were going to ever talk to him again, he would be the one to come crawling to you.

You heard the roar of JJ’s bike sounding from the end of the roads, and before you knew it, he was parked on the other side of the street, and getting off his bike to come and talk to you. You hurried your actions, packing up faster so you could leave as soon as possible.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbled, afraid to meet your gaze.

“What do you want, JJ,” you asked frankly, not wanting to play any games. You leaned against your car, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” He kicked a pebble, and took in a sharp breath.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His voice faltered. You could see the tears in his eyes, but they didn’t faze you. You felt nothing for the boy in front of you.

“Are you sorry you did it, or are you sorry you got caught?” You quizzed. The question made JJ look up at you, but he didn’t have a response.

“Why did you do it?” He looked back to the ground, debating if he should tell you the truth, or just say he was drunk and couldn’t think straight.

“I don’t know, but I do know that I fucked up, and I’m sorry.” His voice broke, and he sounded desperate. He didn’t wipe the tears from his face, he didn’t care if you saw him like this.

“Whatever, JJ,” you sighed, not wanting to entertain this conversation anymore. You walked towards your house.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave?” JJ called across the yard. You felt all the anger from that night bubble inside you again.

“You cheated on me, JJ! What else do you want me to say!” You marched back to him. He had a lost look in his eyes, he wasn’t expecting you to yell like that.

“I loved you! I wanted a future with you! Then you turned around and slept with another girl!” You pointed your finger at his chest again, just like you had before.

“And I will never, ever, forgive you, JJ Maybank.” Your words were venomous, making JJ’s knees falter, and his breath quicken.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” you began, the same malicious tone coating your voice.

“Why did you do it?”

He knew he had to tell the truth now, he wouldn’t ever get the chance again. He looked you hard in the eyes, getting ready to let it all out.

“I was scared,” he started, his words quiet.

“You loved me too much, and I got scared.” JJ’s voice was cracking, more tears spilling out.

“No one’s ever loved me like that,” he whispered. You could feel your own tears building up at his words. You didn’t know what to say, or how to feel. All the frustration and anger and sadness he caused you, was because you loved him too much?

“Please, say something,” he pleaded, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“You hurt me JJ, and no matter the reason, I can’t take you back,” you began.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as you moved away from him. You briskly walked around your car to the drivers seat, wanting to escape as soon as possible. You started the car and drove away, watching JJ get smaller and smaller in your rear view window. You were leaving, and starting a new life. You weren’t going to bring baggage from the past into the future. It hurt, though. You did love JJ, but he broke your heart, and you weren’t going to take someone back who had broken your trust.

JJ didn’t go after you. He knew he had lost you for good. He fucked up the one thing he loved with his whole heart, all because he was scared. He wouldn’t forgive himself either. Watching you disappear around the corner of the street shattered what was left of his heart. You were gone for good, and there was nothing he could do.

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