#sweet pea reader insert

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Stutter

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Reader comforts Sweet Pea as he confronts a fear of public speaking

Sweet Pea has been in more near death experiences than he can count. He’ll always come away from it laughing a little, everyone chalks it up to shock and they make jokes once everyone is safe and the bruises or wounds have healed by a few days.

“Seriously guys, that was nothing compared to my one true fear.” 

“Nah I would rather do that ten times again than face my real fear.”

“I can handle it, I fear way worse.” 

He has an endless parade of comments and jokes to make and everyone teases that his biggest fear is losing you. He doesn’t comment back on that and everyone keeps teasing him about how hard and fast he’s fallen for you, considering you’ve only been dating for a shorter time.

“Sweet Pea are you okay?” You wave your hand in his face. He’d been staring at Pop’s wall and occasionally taking bites of his burger.

“Yeah, I just forgot about the presentation part we have to do.” He shrugs but you can see the way his hands shake, the same way they do when he thinks you’re in danger.

“You don’t like public speaking?” He chokes out a laugh and you don’t say anything else, you know he’ll just avoid talking about it, but you can also see how truly terrified he is.

“It’s, It’s fine Y/N you don’t, it’s fine you don’t need to bother, I ca-I can handle it on my own.” Sweet Pea’s smile does reach his eyes and you sigh through your nose at him and offer a reassuring smile.

“I Already did this last week, I know you’re nervous but try running through it a few times with me.”

“The problem is it isn’t you! When I think about talking in front of everyone, for class, they’ll, they’ll find out how stupid I am.”

“Didn’t you already get a ninety five on this project?”

“Yes but…”

“So you just have to tell everyone about it.” You smile and Sweet Pea does his best to look convinced, he’s actually a horrible liar.

“How about you just tell me what you want to say now, and I can write little notecards to help?”

“Yeah that sounds good.” He’s not looking you in the eyes and you know he’s just agreeing so you feel helpful but he points to the printed out slides he’s using for reference as he talks. You notice he only stutters twice, and even then it’s only over some of the more complicated scientific words.

“What if you pretend there’s other people here, would that make it worse? Just pretend it’s me and Toni.” He nods and closes his eyes before opening them and restarting the presentation; you notice he stutters four times, and backtracks over half of part of it he had no problem saying only moments ago.

“The notecards might help.” He sighs after he’s been quiet for a few moments, and you realize he’d forgotten what he wanted to say completely.

Sweet Pea grimaces but nods to the teacher who nods back.

“Good job. That’s all for today, we’ll get to the second half of the presentations tomorrow.” Sweet Pea can’t help but chuckle at how Reggie and Archie groan, thinking they had both gotten out of presenting.

“You did so well baby!!! I’m so proud of you!!!” You smile at him, fingers running through his hair as he slumps in the chair gathering his strength for a minute, you know having to do that presentation was terrifying for him, and you’d told everyone to meet at pop’s later. None of them had questioned it, as far as they knew you were the one that had a huge fear of public speaking and Sweet Pea was comforting you.

The class is empty now and you sit on his lap, hands curled in his hair.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” You hum at him and he grins nodding slowly, you can see how tired he is.

“Did you pretend everyone was naked?” You laugh when he blushes.

“Don’t think I could picture you naked and talk at the same time.” He chuckles and then nods towards the door, assuring you he’s okay to go to Pop’s.

“I did just pretend I was talking to you in my trailer, like when we practiced.”

“I mean that did lead to me being naked.” You laugh when he blushes again.

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Dear Sweet pea

A/N this is not proof read and first time

Word count : 201

—-

Dear sweet pea,

I thought what we had was love but when i see you talking to her laughing, smiling. All I can think about is what we could have been or what we were a story together. I see she makes you happy 

I just wish we had a better ending to our story. Sometimes I get in my head when i watch the shows we binge watch on your couch in your trailer and think about how you would kiss me on my temple and cuddle into my side when it was a hard day at school.

Fangs and toni stopped coming by to see if i’m still okay which is understandable because it has been 3 months since the last time you kissed me, looked at me, hugged me, talked to me.

School just started up again as you know, but every time i see you in the halls it feels like there is a ghost so in love with a boy that doesn't even know she exists but the boy and his posse doesn't care or are willing to spare a glance.

I love you and you loved me and people change grow but I didn't

—--Love Y/N <33

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𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | sweet pea

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings : léger spoil

Mots : 188

Masterlist

Ton frère et toi étiez nouveaux au lycée du SouthSide. Tu n'étais pas rassuré, malgré que ton père soit le leader des Serpents, tu n'étais pas une dure à cuire comme lui alors que Jughead semblait plus confiant. 

La matinée était terminée et c'était l'heure du déjeuner. Quand tu sortis de ta classe et que tu vis ton frère t'attendre, tu souris largement cependant, il rétrécit légèrement en le voyant accompagné.

❝━ Je suis Tony, enchantée.

━ (T/P). Dis-tu simplement.

━ Je sais. Sourit-elle.

━ Allons manger. Dit ton frère.❞

Tu suivis Jug et Tony jusqu'à la table des Serpents. Tous les regards étaient posés sur vous, les deux nouveaux.

❝━ Les gars, voici Jughead et (T/P) Jones. Dit Tony.❞

Tu souris légèrement aux personnes sur la table. Tu croisas le regard d'un serpent très grand avec cheveux noirs et avec le tatouage de la bande sur le cou. Il te jaugea de la tête au pied. Son regard était intense et tu ne te sentais pas très à l'aise, mais tu n'allais pas nier qu'il était très attirant.

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I'm tall black and queer that's gonna come across in some of my writing I strive to write diversity and make more diverse Y/n's. I do request the rules can be found in the bottom of my masterlist. anytime I write a fic its always gender neutral and pretty much descript less unless states otherwise.

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Riled Up

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: The BAU is currently on a case in Colorado, Reader and Spencer are stuck in the same room, will they be able to keep it cool?

CW: One Bed Trope, Mutual Pining, Canonical Violence, Friends/Coworkers to Lovers, Hand fixation, future Smut, Dom!Spencer Reid, praise, Spencer loves to tease reader, pet names like “angel” and “sweetheart” reader gets Spencer “worked up” *insert wink*

You and Spencer were really good friends, just that, friends, and despite his adorable smile, angelic face, and irresistible body, his fingers in particular…ahem, that had to be enough for you. You guys were coworkers and have a really good relationship; you didn’t want to ruin that just for him to reject you and make things weird. Pretending you weren’t pining after one of your closest friends was fairly manageable…

Until now.

“Bad news everyone,” Hotch started “We’re gonna need to pair up for the next few nights. The hotel doesn’t have enough room for all of us.”

Everyone started getting into their pairs. Hotch and Rossi, JJ went with Prentiss, Morgan with Garcia, so that leaves… aw man.

“Guess that leaves you and boy wonder, huh sweet pea?” Pen said with a wink.

Spencer looked excited. He nudged your arm with his and said with a giggly smile “What can I say? We make a good team”

“You bet we do” you feigned a chuckle.

As much as you adore that tall, lanky, ball of sunshine, sharing a room with Spencer was not going to be easy. What if your feelings take over? No no no, Totally nothing wrong with sharing a bathroom with the unrequited love of your life. Totally won’t be eating away at you and pulling at your heartstrings. It’ll be okay though, you’ll stay professional and just stick to your bed and keep as far away from his as possible. You got this.

You trudged closely behind Spencer to the door of your room, he fumbled with the keys in a way that should not have been as entrancing as it was, and he unlocked it. Spencer did a quick scan of the room and was shocked by its small size.

“Uhm” he said your name with hesitation.

What’s that about? “Yeah, what’s up Spence?- Oh”

One bed. One fucking bed.

Spencer admittedly freaked out a bit.

“You know what? I can just sleep on the floor don’t worry, you can have the bed, I’m sure you’re tired.” Spencer was always sweet like that, putting you first.

“Spence, don’t sleep on the floor, and you worked just as hard as me.” you were gonna regret saying this, “It’s a big bed right? we can probably share if that’s okay with you. It’s not like we’re gonna get much sleep on this case anyways”

Spencer’s face grew red and he was looking anywhere but at you “Yeah, I mean if you’re okay with it, you make a good point, we can share.”

“Okay cool cool cool, do you wanna shower and then we can go over the case?” Your eyes were lingering on Spencer’s digits tapping rhythmically on themselves, if he noticed he didn’t make a comment.

“Yeah sounds good, you go ahead first.”

On your way to the shower, all you could think about was sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, sharing a room would’ve been hard enough, but a bed? You’re not sure you’re gonna make it.

You couldn’t focus on the shower either, mind still focused on the tall lanky and sweet guy like, 30ft away from your naked body, it was driving you wild.

After half an hour of wiping the grime off of your body, you finally feel clean. You reach for your towel to dry off- or you try to. It wasn’t there. Oh fucckkkk you left it out there.

You crack the door open as little as possible “Uhm Spence, I left my towel out there could you get it for me?”

“Y- Yeah of course!” You hear him semi-shout.

About thirty seconds later you hear a knock on the door and when you open it, a purple towel attached to Spencer’s hand is presented to you.

“I couldn’t find yours so.. you can just use mine.” His face was looking away from the door entirely and even his eyes were closed.

You managed to mumble out a thank you and take the towel from his hand.

You dry off and dress in your favorite graphic t shirt and a pair of boxers that make your ass peak out ever so slightly. In your defense, you thought you would be rooming alone. They’ll be covered by the shirt, right?

When you exit the bathroom you see that Spencer already set out the case file and you smell your favorite take out food.

“You didn’t eat all day so I thought you should eat!” he said in a bit of a high pitch. “You need the energy you know- Not that you’re out of shape or anything!”

Fuck him for being so goddamn sweet and considerate. Fuck him for making your heart melt.

“Thanks Spence, that’s really sweet of you.” despite your heartache, he always knew how to draw a smile out of you.

Spencer beckons you to sit down at the small coffee table the hotel provided.

“Spence, I thought you were gonna shower”

He started fidgeting with his fingers. and you’re eyes were glued.

“Well, I wanted to eat with you, but I didn’t want you’re food to get cold,” you’re getting a toothache, “plus I can shower later, we should work on the case before it’s gets too late.

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Spencer and you went over the case for about an hour or so, but it was hard to focus when all you could look at was Spencer’s beautifully sculpted hands. You yawn.

“You know what it’s getting late, we should head to bed.” Spencer interjected.

“But it’s only…” you check your phone. “…uh 3am”

“Precisely. Ok so, I’m going to take a super quick shower and I’ll be right back, don’t worry about waiting up for me!” and he was off.

You were out the second your head hit the pillow.

When Spencer came out of the bathroom, he cleaned up a little bit, turned off the lights, and got tucked in at a respectable distance, and he tried to doze off into a slumber.

Until he woke up 30 minutes later with a tent in his pants.

He initially thought it was because he was laying 1 foot away from the love of his life, but upon further inspection he realized it was because the love of his life was burrowing into his chest and dry humping him in their sleep.

“Mmph~ Spencer” you whined while rubbing your barely covered core against your roommate for the next few days.

Hearing his name on your lips sounded like an enchantment. Spencer had no idea what to do, so he just.. scooted away.

But of course you gave a dissatisfied whine in your sleep, moving closer to him and this time gripping onto him like a vice.

Spencer Reid is many things, but an assaulter is not one of them, you clearly weren’t letting up though, and you wouldn’t stop moaning his name. So he decided to give you an acceptable amount of attention to your neck and face in order to calm you down, praying you wouldn’t wake up.

He peppered kisses along your jaw and right behind your ear and he whispered.

“It’s okay angel, go back to sleep.” and by magic, you were out.

And as Spencer said goodbye to the last of his pride when he waltzed into the bathroom to take care of himself. He vowed that he would tease you ten times as much as you did him tomorrow.

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The next day you and the team were at the victims house investigating. You and Spencer were in the attic, looking at the victim’s belongings.

You two were shuffling about the cluttered space with barely any room. You keep catching him staring at you but when you look, he just smirks and goes back to his business, leaving you all riled up. Was he doing that on purpose?

What was even weirder is that Spencer I hate physical touch Reid kept finding excuses to touch you, like holding your hips when brushing past you in a narrow hallway or brushing his thumb over your cheek because “you had something there”. And now while you’re trying your best to focus on your job, your brain is yet again occupied by this fucking prick.

Spencer calls your name

“Can you come over here real quick? I need your help something.”You went and kneeled down next to him.

“So Im pretty sure we could find something useful in this chest, but it’s locked. Do you think you can open it for me?” You listened intently, while his gentle fingers danced along to an absent rythme and his eyes wandered your body, making you heat up.

“Y-Yeah no problem!” Is there something on your shirt or-

“Reid! Come here real quick!” Morgan shouted from below.

But Spencer’s gaze never left your figure, he just picked up where you left off.

Spencer said in a more sultry voice than usual, eyes filled with…want? “I knew I could count on you sweetheart,” he began to rise, “such a good girl for me hm?” and he took his leave.

What the hell just happened?? As confused as you are you’d be lying if you’re heart wasn’t beating out of your chest and the tingling sensation between your legs was nonexistent.

When Spencer returned, he acted like nothing happened and just…kept going on with his day? Were you imagining things?

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After a long day of work you guys finally made it back to your hotel room. Spencer was currently in the shower and you were using his absence as an opportunity to read your…explicit book.

When Spencer exited the bathroom however, he was wearing grey sweatpants and the most well fitted shirt that perfectly displayed his slender figure. That’s it. You died. You died and this is heaven.

You were entranced by his figure you didn’t even notice him sit on the side of your side of the bed.

“Whatcha reading?” he rested his head in his hands.

“You uh, you probably wouldn’t have heard of it.” That’s believable right?

“Read it to me.”

“What?”

“Read me the part your on,” Spencer repeated himself. “Please?” he flashed a grin and how could you resist?

“Okay…” you swallowed your pride. “He never knew how badly he needed her until she laid in front of him, bare body on display. He took his time tracing the curves of her body and peppering kisses to her freckles… That’s when he knew, he had reached heaven.” You dared not to look up at Spencer.

“That sounds…beautiful.” he started. “By the way, i have a question for you, been meaning to ask you this actually.”

Your ears perked up, “Yeah what’s up?”

“You look at my hands a lot, Why is that” Spencer tilted his head a bit. He already knew the answer.

“Uhm…” You were speechless, what were you supposed to say to that??

“They look…pretty.” You managed to mumble

“I think you look pretty.” Spencer patted his lap, motioning you to mount him.

You were entranced, how could you say no?

Spencer started tracing circles into your hips with his thumbs. and brought his lips to your ear

“You know, I’ve always known how much of a fucking whore you were for me sweetheart,” he whispered. “But I didn’t do anything about it, to stay professional.” he gripped your ass, invoking a gasp out of you. “You though, my beautiful angel, had no problem grinding your pussy into me and whining my name the second you got the chance hm?” He looked at you and his gaze softened. “Tell me to stop and we can pretend this never happened. I won’t be mad at you I promise.”

Despite the tent making itself known to your core, Spencer still prioritizes you. But still, “Spence, just kiss me please.” you were desperate.

He wasted no time pressing his lips to yours. He tried to be gentle, but how could he when you were just so needy?

You were grinding your core onto his and moaned into his ear as Spencer placed lovebites all over your neck just to sooth them with a lick of his tongue. He flipped over so you were laying on your back, caged beneath him.

Spence nudged at your shirt, eyes pleading for permission. You nodded, thinking he was going to take it off, but he dragged his fingertips along your abdomen and only lifted your shirt so it scrunched up just above your chest. You squirmed, hoping to achieve some friction from his knee between your legs.

Spencer peppered kisses along the center of your body, starting at your sternum, and working his way down to your belly button, to right above your your shorts, and then she pressed a hickey into the space, being sure to emphasize his tongue, causing you to whine. He did it another time just to achieve that reaction again.

Spencer rose up to your level and placed your chin between his index and thumb. He kissed from your jaw to the skin under your right ear and asked “Can I taste you, angel?” it was clear from his voice that he was restraining himself.

“Please Spence…need you.” All you could think about was him touching you.

Spencer placed a kiss to your mouth. “Oh you pretty little thing, I’ve barely touched you and your brains already mush?” Spencer removed your shorts. “That’s alright love, I’ll do all the thinking for you, you just focus on feeling good for me okay?” He positioned himself between your legs and pleased to find your lack of underwear.

“You were just waiting for me hm? Were you that ready to just whore yourself out for me?” Spencer licked a stipe down the center of your folds. “Fuck , you taste amazing” You shivered.

Spencer flicked his tongue on your clit, earning him a shriek. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and put his mouth on your clit, sucking and licking like it was the only thing he knew how to do. You rocked your hips as best as you can into his face. He moved lower and swirled his tongue into your entrance, collecting all your juices and making you scream. As he tasted you, his nose would brush against your clit. The sensation became too overwhelming and you were about to climax, but he pulled away. You sobbed and pleaded for him to keep going.

Spencer looked up at you, lips swollen and eyes full of lust. He kissed you passionately, the taste of you still lingering.

Spencer put two of his fingers against your lips.

“Suck.”

You happily obliged.

“I figured since you like my fingers so much, I should use them hm? Does that sound nice, love?” You hummed around his fingers and nodded eagerly.

“Thought so.” he smirked and removed his fingers from your mouth.

With his body caging yours, he reached his wet fingers between your bodies and spread your wetness around your folds, making you whine.

“Spencer, stop teasing.”

“You teased me first,” he entered two fingers into your core. “forgetting your towel so I’d have to give you one, do you know how hard it was for me not to waltz into that bathroom with you and make you mine?” Spencer began to curl his fingers inside you. “Prancing around in those slutty fucking shorts, you wanted to rile me up huh? That get you off, sweetheart?” He found your g-spot in record timing, your vision went blurry. “Not to mention last night, when you were so desperate for me that you started rubbing this pretty pussy on me, and moaning my name from those pretty lips.” Spencer went rougher. “You made me go into the bathroom to take care of myself when i could’ve just filled you up instead.”

“Mmph S-Spence” your voice was shaky, you were so fucking close and then..

He pulled away again.

“Nononononono” you were clawing at his hand and canting your hips, trying to get some friction.

Spencer tsked at you. “Awww,” he gave you mock pity. “Does my angel wanna come? Would you like to come around my cock, sweet thing?”

You were crying at this point. “Fuckfuckfuck, need you inside Spence.”

He thrusted his clothed cock against your pussy.

“Now that’s not how you ask.”

“Spence please…Fuck me”

Spencer began to pull down his grey sweatpants. “There you go, that’s much better.”

Spencer’s cock so big you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it all. He must’ve seen the worry in your face because he swooped down and kissed you.

While he was kissing you, Spencer lined himself up and put himself in you so slowly. You whimpered into his mouth and right before he was all the way in, he almost pulled out completely, before slamming right back in at a rough pace.

“G-God, you feel so amazing, angel.” Spencer was death gripping the headboard and your waist while he was pounding into you.

You were chanting his name and various pleads, you weren’t sure for what, but it just felt right.

Thrust, after thrust, after thrust. Spencer was pussydrunk.

“Fuck, do you hear that? You’re making such beautiful sounds, is that all for me?”

“Only you” your eyes were closed and you were so fucking close, your release washed over you faster than you expected. Spencer just kept going.

“Walls squeezing so tight fuck” You mewled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Where do you- mmph- where do you want it, love?” Spencer groaned through his sentence.

“M-My stomach” Spencer pulled out and obeyed your request. Your foreheads rested against each other.

You fell asleep under him.

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When you woke up, you were cleaned and clothed. Spencer’s arm was draped over you and his face was burrowed into your neck.

This was right.

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Dear All,

Requests are now OPEN! Please feel free to send in your requests. I have listed the characters that I write for below the ‘keep reading’ line. A few things to remember:

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I only write for characters mentioned in the list as well as any that have been added under the Additional Characters sections on my Masterlist.

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Wake Up, Chapter 7

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: In an attempt to stop the advances of an unwanted suitor, Matt Murdock accidentally condemns you to being his fake girlfriend.

warnings: implied non-con/sexual assault, misogynistic language, swearing, angst

a/n: I feel really unsure about this chapter so PLEASE like, comment, and/or reblog to tell me you like it! Some angst (before the hurt) before the fluff. 

w/c: 3.3k

A heather gray pea coat passed through your peripheral vision and the sight, combined with the wafts of that deep sticky cologne, made you catch your breath. 

Told you that I’d come for you, Princess. 

Eyes darting around wildly, you meekly shuffled forward in line, inching closer to the hotel employee who looked as frantic as you felt. Breathing as deeply as you could, you tried to calm your stuttering heart. Why did I ever agree to this?? What if he’s here?

You and Matt were currently checking in at the venue of the annual Criminal Law Conference. A conference that you normally wouldn’t attend—especially since you were approaching a year as volunteer coordinator and thus the anniversary of the internal investigation that had ended so poorly—but this event was a rather intimate affair and attendees were encouraged to bring their partners. Matt had practically begged you to come, and you were not immune to his signature puppy dog eyes. According to him and Foggy, there were educational sessions and discussion forums during the day, but prestigious networking events at night—similar to the gala you'd attended together so long ago. You couldn’t help but shudder at the memory of that dreadful night.  

Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you into a solid chest. With a small squeak, you allowed yourself to fall against the warm body behind you.

“Breathe, sweet girl.” The deep rumble spilled from Matthew Murdock’s lips, giving you a point of focus. You dutifully obeyed his instructions, inhaling a strong breath and letting it out slowly. 

“That’s my good girl,” Matt purred, warming your body with his subtle flirt. “What’s got you so worked up, angel?” You could feel the eyes of the other attorneys in line falling on the pair of you. 

“Dunno.” You murmured in response, shifting in his arms so you could bury your face in his neck to hide from the crowd’s collective gaze. “I just…thought I saw someone.” 

“Snyder?” Matt’s brow pinched as he took his focus off of you for a moment to search for any sign of the crone. 

“Uh, yah.” You whispered, but your heartbeat stumbled. Why were you lying? Who had you thought you’d seen? Was it just a cover because he was the one making you nervous? Oh god, he was totally making you nervous. 

“The line is moving again.” Your quiet, anxious voice cascaded over him once more and he decided to drop the inquiry, for now. You didn’t seem to be in a great headspace for an interrogation. 

“Thanks, angel. Guide me?” He gave a pronounced pout, coupled with his aforementioned puppy dog eyes, hoping the expression would lighten your mood. It seemed to work marginally as he heard the small smile in your sweet voice as you spoke again. 

“Always, love.” You carefully untangled yourself from his grasp, sliding his left hand to the crook of your right elbow. The two of you moved forward with the crowd, your place in line just shy of the front desk at this point. 

“412, 414, 416. We’re in this room here. Hold my bag for a second?” You waited for Matt’s nod before handing over your suitcase so that you could insert the key card in the door. 

Once inside, and away from the prying eyes of your colleagues, you felt the tension seep out of your body. Matt’s hand slipped from your arm, making you frown. He walked into the room ahead of you. 

“Sorry for all the PDA back there, everyone was looking so I…” His voice was soft, almost nervous. 

Sitting on the bed, he removed his glasses and nervously rubbed at his face. 

“That’s not what made me anxious, Matty. I promise.” You plopped down next to him, leaning onto his shoulder. With one hand on the small of his back, you nudged his chin with a single finger so that your foreheads could rest against each other.

“You’re sure?” The undercurrent of fear in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. Matt’s self-doubt didn’t rear its head often around you at the beginning of your pretend relationship, but, as he began to trust you implicitly, he couldn’t quite keep his personal demons at bay. Thankfully, you were more than willing to reassure him when his worries surfaced. 

“Absolutely certain, darling. You know that I get stressed in crowds. Besides, I could never complain about being held by the Matthew Murdock. Do you know how many women would kill for that opportunity?” You poked his cheek, making him smile. 

The lawyer blushed, ducking his head with a small grin. You grinned at him in return. “It’s true. They’re practically lining up just to catch a meager glance from you.” 

Matt snickered. “I don’t know about lining up…”

You looked at him, face softening. “I’m very lucky to have a fake boyfriend like you, darling. I think about that a lot.” Your heart rate picked up as Matt moved closer. 

“You think about me a lot?” Matt’s eyes were dancing with heated mirth and it sent a jolt straight to your core. 

Heat rose in your face as Matt pressed in closer to you, slowly pushing you onto your back and boxing you in with his huge arms. 

“So what if I do, Matty?” Biting your lip, you internally cringed at how wobbly your attempted flirt sounded. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetness.” Matt rolled off of you, frowning, settling on his side next to you. Your heart fell as he distanced himself, as if you’d expected him to tear you apart right there on that bed. 

Recovering your dignity as well as you could, you nestled yourself against the pillows with a sigh. “Speaking of me being shy, could we, um, talk about something later? About us?” 

As if a switch had been flipped, Matt’s body stiffened next to you, his blank eyes growing wide and his demeanor becoming gruff. “Can it wait until after tonight?”

Your heart sank at his reaction. “Of-of course, Matty. How long until I have to put my game face on?”

“Well, there’s a social thing in a couple hours or so, but we do not need to stay long.” Matt’s voice was almost…stern?

Something about his new mood set you on edge. You’d been trying to be more physically affectionate with him in place of outright confessing your feelings. (Every time you thought about admitting how much you liked him, your throat felt like it was closing up, so you had avoided the topic until this moment.) 

Had you been making Matt uncomfortable? Since you’d gotten here, he just seemed…off. The brief flirting session had indicated to you that it was just nerves because of his peers, but now you weren’t so sure. You shuffled around on the bed uneasily, deciding on your next move. 

“Oh, ok. I’ll get ready then.” Your voice was timid as you slid off the bed. Padding into the pristine bathroom, you turned the shower on before letting your eyes fill with tears. He doesn’t want you. He never will. 

Matt’s chest clenched as he smelled salt on the stale air of the hotel room. You were crying in the bathroom, barely 10 feet away from him and yet he was entirely powerless. The sound of your heart rate rising as your body exuded anxiety taunted him relentlessly. 

After talking with Foggy and Karen a few weeks ago, he’d been trying to muster up the courage to ask you out properly. Until today, he’d even had hope that you’d be excited to be in a more legitimate relationship with him—clearly his friends were mistaken. His presence did nothing but drive your vitals through the roof but he wasn’t willing to let you go just yet. 

He’d tried to find the spark that had been there during your first kiss a few weeks ago, but the shakiness in your sweet little voice clearly signaled fear. You didn’t want to do this with him anymore. 

That was what you’d wanted to talk to him about, right? It had to be. “About us?” Your soft wavering voice had crushed him. He’d been waiting for this specific shoe to drop for weeks, but the waves of shock and hurt hit him like a bus anyway. 

Emotion welled up in his throat and he swallowed painfully, trying to hold back the roiling storm in his chest. It was cruel to keep you here with him if you didn’t want to be. Tonight, he’d set you free. 

Fidgeting with the strands of your wet hair, you let out a sigh. Your eyes were bloodshot to the point that you were concerned makeup wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that you’d been crying. An anxiety-inducing cherry on top of the shitty day you’d ended up having. 

A quiet knock on the door drew a small squeak out of you. “Yah?” 

“Hey, uh, you don’t need to come tonight, sweetness. You’ve done enough. Don’t want to force you.” 

Tilting your head in confusion, you peeled the door open to reveal a formally dressed Matt, glasses obscuring his stony gaze. 

“You…you don’t want me to come?” You whispered, throat closing up while your heart pounded. 

“It’s not that I don’t want you there, I just—“

“Did I do something wrong?” You desperately searched Matt’s face for any indicator that he was lying, his sweet self trying to spare you anxiety or something. 

“No, of course not, I didn’t mean—“ 

“Then what did you mean, Matt? I must’ve done something, you’re clearly upset!” You were almost angry now. After everything the two of you had been through and suddenly you having feelings was a deal breaker? Like you just couldn’t help yourself around him anymore?

“You just don’t need to be there, so I’m not going to force you—“

“Force me? Where is this coming from, Matt? Is this because of what I said earlier? About wanting to talk? Because we don’t have to, we can just—“

“Just what, keep pretending to be in love with each other? Kissing and holding hands and bantering like one of us isn’t going to get attached? That’s not fair to either of us.” Matt was yelling now, fists clenched. 

“I—I didn’t know you felt this way about someone getting attached. I wouldn’t have said anything, I—“

“Yeah because that would’ve solved everything, right? Just lying to my face until I didn’t need you anymore?” Jaw set with rage, you realized you weren’t looking at Matt Murdock, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

“Matt—“ You tried to reason with the raging force in front of you, but he was having none of it. 

“Go home,” Matt growled your name in a way that made you flinch. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. I’m sorry.” With one last angry murmur, he straightened his tie and disappeared through the room’s door, leaving you to crumble to the floor with a new flow of sobs. How had tonight unraveled so quickly? 

Breathing eventually falling into a controllable rhythm, you hastily wiped at your face and set off on wobbly legs to grab your suitcase. Shooting a text to Marci to let her know that you had tried to confess your feelings and it ended up being a huge mistake, you steeled yourself before turning your back on the room you’d planned on sharing with the man you had feelings for. 

Whipping open the door, you kept your head down and took a step toward the elevators, running head first into Beatrice Snyder. 

Matt’s jaw was painfully clenched by the time he reached the ballroom. He’d commit a litany of sins in his life, but there was no doubt in his mind that he would be damned for what he did to you tonight. While it was not your fault that you didn’t return his feelings, his hurt quickly turned to anger. 

Anger was familiar. Anger was safe. Rejection wasn’t. 

Stepping over to the bar, he failed to return the bartender’s smile and polite tone. “Whiskey, double.” 

Downing the glass the moment it was set in front of him, he slammed it back to the bar top. “Refill.” Then, remembering his manners, “Please.” 

Feeling a presence over his shoulder, he cursed his cruel God for letting Foggy find him before he was sufficiently wasted. 

“Going a little hard for a work event, eh Murdock?” Foggy’s chuckle was humorless and a bit nervous as he gave his friend a once-over. “Where’s your better half?” 

“Gone. Sent her home.” Matt downed the second glass of liquor, refusing to let down his guard again tonight. 

“And as obvious as it is that you’re having a great time on your own, why, pray tell, did you do that?” Foggy’s tone was level, but Matt could hear his frustration simmering beneath the surface. 

“She knows, Fog. I don’t know how but she knows that I like her. And she doesn’t feel the same way. So I didn’t see the point of fooling myself any longer. It wasn’t fair to her.” 

“Matt, bud—“ Foggy reached for Matt’s arm but he jerked away from the offered touch. 

“What, Fog? Can you honestly tell me that any of this has been kind to her? I know you expected this to become real at some point, but clearly that’s not going to happen. I think we both just need some time.” The thought of being apart from you was excruciating, but he’d dug this grave himself. 

“Did she say that? Matt, what on earth—“ Foggy was clearly about to chew him out, but someone else beat him to it. 

“Murdock, I have a bone to pick with you!” Marci’s voice was angry and loud, sending a spike of pain through Matt’s pounding eardrums. 

“Babe, maybe it’s best if we—“ Foggy placated, his hands raised in surrender and Marci stormed towards the bar. 

“Save it, Foggy Bear. Matthew Motherfucking Murdock what the fuck did you do?” A well-manicured hand shoved Matt’s chest and, while he would’ve been able to stop it, he took the punishment in stride. It was nowhere close to what he deserved. 

“You’re going to need to be more specific.” Matt remarked drily. 

“Oh, spare me your attitude. You seriously blew up on her because she likes you? How goddamn childish. After everything she’s done for you—“ 

“Wait, what?” Matt and Foggy spoke in unison, brows furrowing in tandem. 

“Let’s drop the innocent act, ok, it’s not a good look. If you didn’t feel the same way, you could have let her down easy instead of blowing up on her and leaving her alone.” Marci rolled her eyes, waving down the bartender. 

“I didn’t—“ Matt’s chest felt tight. It wasn’t possible, you’d seemed so nervous around him. You’d lied to him about the reason. 

“Marce, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. Matt, care to shed some light on that?” Crossing his arms, Foggy turned back to his legal partner with a raised brow. 

“I—I thought she was tired of pretending. She said she wanted to talk and she’s been jumpy all day, I assumed she wanted to ‘break up’” Matt didn’t realize how pathetic that explanation was until saying it out loud. 

“Oh my god, you kicked her out and you didn’t even know what she wanted to talk about!? Murdock of all the idiots—“ Foggy was overtly upset now, anger bleeding into his words. 

“I know, Fog. I fucked up. Shit, I have to go find her.” Dread was washing over his body like sub zero water. What the fuck had he done. 

“Yah, man. You do. And I’d hurry.” 

Matt clasped Foggy’s shoulder, making a beeline for the exit. 

Beatrice Snyder smiled at you like a feral cat snarling at its prey. Your name rolled off her tongue like a drop of poison onto your skin. 

“So nice to see you again, dear. Where’s your handsome boyfriend?” 

“Do-downstairs.”

“And you’re leaving without him? Aw, you poor thing. What happened, did the two of you have a lover’s quarrel? Don’t tell me you broke up!” Her manicured hand fell over her heart in a gesture of mock horror. 

“No, he just—“ You started. 

“No need to explain yourself to me, dear,” The cruel woman  spat the term of endearment at you. “You've clearly been through enough already.” Her eyes hardened with judgement. 

A deep voice cleared their throat behind you and all of the hair on your neck stood up. 

Notes of tobacco and bourbon mingled poorly on the air around you, accelerating your nausea. Please do not let this be happening. Please, someone, anyone don’t let it be him. 

“Ah, yes. How rude of me. I should introduce you to the new associate attorney at HCB: James Lannister.” Snyder bared her fangs at you again, gesturing to a force behind you. 

You were going to be sick. The walls were closing in around you. Your body froze, petrified with horror as a gnarled hand crept over your shoulder. 

“It’s been too long, little Princess. You’ve looked better.” James Lannister strode around you, his piercing gray eyes lingering on your body, making your stomach churn. Your nightmares had immortalized him—with his greasy blond hair and broad, towering frame. His smile revealed inhumanly white teeth and a dangerous glint in his eyes. Your mouth felt like it was welded shut, your tongue a chunk of solid lead that was slowly choking you. “Nothing to say to me, huh? No apology?”

Fingers clenching around the handle of your suitcase, you took a step backwards in lieu of a response. Lannister’s wandering hands snatched your arm in a vice grip. “I think you and I need to have a little chat, Princess.” Snyder grinned as he began to drag you towards the stairwell, your suitcase falling to the carpet of the hallway with an inaudible thunk.

“Karma’s a bitch, dear. I’d better get downstairs, I’m sure Matthew would love to know what his sweet little thing is up to when he’s not around to keep her in line.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes again at the thought of poor Matt, who already hated you, being subjected to Snyder’s falsehoods. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just leave him alone!” Snyder ignored you as Lannister cackled. 

“Aw, the little whore found someone else she cares about, did she?” You were sobbing now, struggling against his humongous strength, weakly battering him with your fists as you tried to run after Snyder. “Shut up, you vile slut. She can’t help you. You’re my gift for joining the firm.” His rough fingertip traced a line over your jaw and you flinched backward as far as you could. 

Pulling your arm downwards as hard as you could, you broke free of his grip and stumbled back up the cement stairs, crying out as you rolled your ankle in your haste to escape. Throwing you down to the nearest landing, Lannister snarled. “That’s it, you little bitch.” Ripping a handgun from his back pocket, he pulled back the hammer and aimed at your pounding head. “Another peep out of you and you’ll never see him again. Get up.” 

The floor felt liquid beneath you as your unsteady legs found their way into a standing position. You raised your hands, terrified into submission once again. 

The pair of you made your way down to the ground level and out through a back door, where two other men dressed in suits were waiting. They grinned their sharp teeth at you, zip tying your hands together and stuffing a gag in your mouth. Hurling you into a waiting van, Lannister snickered. “Tonight I get pay back, Princess. It’ll be just like old times, you’ll see.” 

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The Coldest Dragon

Aemond Targaryen X Gn!Reader

Tags- Hurt/comfort, sickfic, sad, angsty fluff, fluffy angst, caregiver

Context: As the months go on, Aemond notices you keep on training hard, even in the evening. Also, despite the feasts you attend, you eat little and lesser every day. He is starting to get worried. So when you fall off Vhagar, after fainting whilst riding with him, Aemond confronts your problem.

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TW- Restriction, overexercising, fainting, ED thoughts and purging-Insert your own first and last name Y/n L/n = Your name Last name

Insert your own pronouns if not they/them/themself- gender neutral

You are not a Targaryen but Aemond's future betrothed, so you stay with him in the Dragonstone castle until you are both of age to wed.

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Over the past few moons Aemond had noticed there was something wrong. He knew because you were stubborn, like him, you would have to be confronted about your problem. It was a problem, a disorder. Aemond had read about afflictions of the mind from the books of his Maesters', mostly he had focused on mental aversions to food, which he believes you have. You met all of the criteria after all, because you ate very little or nothing on certain days, then trained for hours until he had to take you inside at near the hour of the bat.

"My Prince, are you feeling well?" A serving girl asked, breaking Aemond's deep thought, whilst he realised he had been sat staring into a plate of sweet meats for the most of the midday feast. "Uh, yes. I am fine, thank you." He muttered back awkwardly, trying to look at other food on the table. Then Aemond caught your eye, trying to pass the plate of sweet meat he smiled. Only to be met with your tight lipped grimace, of which he saw often now at dinner times, in response. "Ah, no thank you my Prince. I- I will just have some vegetables." You began piling vegetables onto your plate, almost amassing a pile which left peas rolling onto the table, rapidly grabbing a whole spoonful of fruits from Dorne as well. Nervously trying to avoid Aemond's fervent look of fear, you began to cut the carrots into increasingly miniscule pieces with your knife aggressively.

King Viserys was at the head of the long table, with Queen Alicent at his side. The two were staring at you, brows furrowed, as they whispered to one another looking at you then each other again. Whereas Aegon, already blackout drunk, did not care for the shaking of the table as you began to saw into the root vegetables in front of you. Whilst Helaena, his sister-wife, stood up and stared off dreamily out of the castle's window before announcing clearly, "The coldest dragon will fall. The coldest dragon will fall," She repeated this until the King motioned for a servant to hand Helaena her sewing and to 'take my dear daughter to her chambers, please'.

As a servant took Helaena away you stood up, hands shaking and dropping your knife onto the table. "May I be excused? I apologise my King and Queen, but I am feeling unwell." Queen Alicent turned to the King, before nodding and King Viserys nodded for you to leave before coughing into a handkerchief from his wife, the Queen.

Turning to leave you heard the scraping of Aemond's chair as he too stood up, this made you walk faster but as you stood up the blood rushed from your head. It left you reeling, barely managing to open the door before you collapsed against the wall in a hidden washer's cupboard. As you heard the door creak open again, hitting the wall with the force of Aemond opening it, running to find you. But Aemond had grown up on Dragonstone, he saw your panting shadow from under the door to the cupboard he had hidden in many times from Aegon as a boy, and carefully stepped inside. Your vision was swimming as the faint feeling overcame you, as you tried to push Aemond away only for him to hold you by the shoulders and kiss your forehead. "My love, what's wrong?" Staring at you with his violet eye, tenderly tracing your face with his pale fingers. "Please, tell me Y/n." Sighing and wrenching your head away from him you muttered, "Nothing. I just felt ill at the feast table." Pulling yourself from his arms you walked off to the Training Area, shivering despite the warm Sun shining into the hallways.

----------------------------many hours later-------------------------------

It was now close to the hour of the bat, still trying to train you were sweating, gasping for air clenching a sword with red knuckles and blue fingers. Above you on a balcony Aemond stood next to Queen Alicent, who was clasping Aemond's hand as he bit his lip anxiously.

"I can't stand to see Y/n destroy themself like this, they barely ate at dinner Mother. But," he gasped supressing his anger, "they won't talk to me about it. Even when I try to help them, like after dinner and I- Seven Hells, I don't know what to do!" Alicent held her son, as he raged silently beside her. "I need to go down there. I need to stop them." Before Queen Alicent could stop him, Aemond ran from her arms and raced down the stairs to where you were; heaving, panting and still attempting to swing your sword at the straw target. "Y/n, stop this now please," He grabbed your frail wrist, all his fingers could wrap around it easily, taking the sword from your weak grip.

"Aemond let me go, I need to continue training-" You cried, as Alicent ran to the both of you down the stairs. "Aemond, stop this now. If you continue this behaviour I shall put you in the dungeons!" He let go of your arm, placing a kiss on your cold hand, and stood beside his Mother-Queen Alicent. Calmly, Alicent turned to you, her eyes softening and smile turning warm she whispered, "My darling child, come to your chambers, it is too late for you to be training now my sweet." You followed as Queen Alicent walked you to your room, leaving when Aemond sat at your feet whilst you were tucked into bed. "Good night, dear Y/n." She beamed kindly, then quietly, " And to you too, Aemond." You thanked her, Aemond paused listening to his Mother's footsteps recede down the hallway then turning to you, a passion igniting in his eyes.

"You must tell me what is wrong, Y/n. You are so frail and you will not eat! I saw how you cut the fruit into tiny pieces at dinner, the table shook."

"Aemond, leave it be. I am not-" You coughed dryly, "Sick, there is nothing ailing me. So please leave."

He looked away, holding your hand tight. "I love you, Y/n L/n. But if you keep on lying to me I won't be able to love what you're doing to yourself."

"You wouldn't understand it, Aemond." You hissed, gritting your teeth and pulling your hand from his, rolling over onto your side to face away from him in your bed.

"What could I not understand? I know about the ailments of the mind, I understand what you are struggling with my love. I am not angry at you, I am angry at what you are doing to yourself!" Aemond's words softened, he reached his hand over to you and tenderly took your hand in his again; pulling you into his chest, your head in the crook of his long neck. "Let's go for a night ride then, to calm us both down."

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On Vhagar's back you always felt so calm. Her dark green scales helped ground you, as your skin rubbed against the rough texture with the leather saddle you and Aemond sat on. As his strong arms held the reins around Vhagar's wide neck, you felt your stomach drop. You were never afraid of heights but looking over the ancient dragon's wings made you feel sickly, making your head spin as Vhagar flew through the clouds. Aemond loved to fly at night with you, your arms around his waist clenching his hips.

Suddenly, ice cold fear ran through him. Your arms weren't around his waist.

Pulling Vhagar into a nose dive Aemond screamed your name, tears pricking in his eye as he tried to yank the ancient beast beneath him in any direction closer to you. Looking around frantically his eyes found the whole in the clouds where you had fallen through and sped Vhagar down the clouded tunnel. He flew down at such a speed tears streamed down his face, but Aemond couldn't care enough in that moment if he was crying because of that or for you. Then he noticed your pale body, falling through the inky sky. Vhagar roared, a sound that made Aemond's bones shake, pulling him down towards you at a painful speed. The dragon caught you in her mouth, gently holding you with her blunt, yellowed teeth and slowly lowering you two to the grounds of Dragonstone.

As Vhagar carefully placed your body on the grass, the King and Queen were already at your side, Vhagar's roars had woken half the castle. Queen Alicent brushed the damp hair from your face, gasping at the hollows of your cheeks as King Viserys helped Aemond of his saddle to your side. When the Maesters and servants helped carry you to the Maesters' tower, Aemond still held your hand, his breathing erratic with worry. "Aemond, you may follow Y/n until they are placed in the Maesters' chambers but then you must go to your chambers." The King ordered his son sternly, so he couldn't retort.

The Maesters put you down on the bed, stripping your body down to check for any injuries from being in Vhagar's jaws, but instead they found you in worse condition. Your ribs stuck out like sharp knives, almost as prominent as your hip bones. And, your stomach was so shrunken it was like a pale concave. As the servants tried to shut the door on him Aemond pushed his way in, his heart breaking as he saw your starved body. He didn't even care for the Maesters or servants around him when he held your hand and wept. "Y/n, how could I let you do this to yourself?"

Blearily opening your heavy eyes, you groaned and your grip on Aemond's hand weakened but he strengthened his grip, never wanting to let go of you again with tears in his eyes he kissed you.

Over the following moons the Maesters helped you to regain the weight you had lost to become healthy again. It was hard to be told you had an affliction of the mind, being seen as mad by certain servants who gave you odd looks as they cleaned the room around you. But they would always 'leave' their jobs shortly after, or that is what Aemond would tell you. For what's more Aemond was with you everyday when you were confined to your bed in the Maesters' tower, even when you sobbed over flagons of milk and pieces of fruit. Your recovery from your illness was painful but Aemond loved you everyday, despite the fainting and throwing up after eating on the bad days. Then especially when you could sit with him in the Sun under Vhagar's wings.

As you sat under Vhagar's enormous wingspan, lying under her cool shadow, Aemond traced the shape of your lips and smiled when you kissed his fingers. "I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, my dear"

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I, Q and R please for the fanfic asks! 💕

Fe, my love, you wish is my command 💕

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

I don't think so. I used to be so embarrassed that I read reader insert fics, but now I really don't care. I'm not going to deprive myself of good fics just because it's not canon ships or with OCs, though I'd argue that most reader characters are just OCs without a name. However, that's a discussion for another day. I'm getting off my soapbox now.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations?

How does my controlling ass feel about collaborations? Not great. That being said, two of my Top Gun OCs are in a shared universe with another fantastic writer, but she's also one of the few people I trust with my stories and characters.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?

Okay, fuck. So many, and I will probably forget 98% of them because ✨ADHD✨ but let's go.

@joaquinwhorres (bestie and loml, TAILSPIN IS INCREDIBLE) @rae-gar-targaryen (anything with fanboy & cielo) @mothdruid (THE LIBRARIAN HAS MY HEART) @ereardon (My Girl and A Place Like This are just !!!) @jupitercomet (Bob x Sweet Pea give me all the feels) @sunlightmurdock (TiP and Apollo make me feral) @glodessa (church girl universe, that's all i'm saying) @seasonsbloom (bad habit, dime store cowboy, and the bob fic? absolute perfection) @notroosterbradshaw (the boyfriend/relationship experience is !!!) @yanna-banana (happy little accidents makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside) @lt-bradshaw (there's only one chapter of reverend bob and i'm already obsessed) @chemistryread (the rhett and hangman fics are so angsty i want to fling myself off a bridge in the best way) @demxters (literally anything Elle writes, but her bob and jake fics make me feel all the feels)

This turned into more of a writer recommendation list, but I stand by it. These are writers who inspire me to work on my craft, and I rarely feel worthy of creating in the same space as them. So, now, I'm going to crawl back into my hobbit hole, and pretend I didn't just embarrass myself in front of my favorite writers.

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🦾 Sweet Pea please

🦾 A disability headcanon

Sweet Pea has nerve damage from a job gone wrong.

He flexes his hands. His left one is faster but he knows why; there’s never any feeling in it. It feels heavy; almost the sensation before pins and needles when some part of you falls asleep. He twists his wrist; he can hear the way it grinds against itself; the bone making a slight clicking sound. He knows that the first time it went numb it had scared him; he’d lost count after twenty and then after that there were too many things going on to worry about how his wrist went from sore after it was broken to numb.

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Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

hey man, thank you so much, and so honored you're coming to me for writing advice 😂 tbh I also feel like I'm bad at setting a scene, so I suspect there's an element of underestimation on our parts in terms how much detail the reader's capable of filling in on their own. I tend to start a lot my scenes with a bunch of dialogue or an action/thought, which doesn't always comment on when/where something's taking place, so I definitely feel your pain - there have for sure been times where I have to actively pick a place to insert that info as organically as I can. I will say I typically only spend a sentence or so on it, and if there's anything else I want to sneak in (what time of day it is, the lighting in the room, etc), I'll just keep weaving in bits as the scene goes on so it flows better. I'm also a fan of revealing the setting kind of secondarily while making the point of the sentence something else, like an action, so I'll put some examples of what I mean under the cut:

so this is the opening of a TKOF chapter and an example of a place where I've kind of folded the setting into something more exciting:

"Jughead was toweling off his hair, fresh out of what his trailer's abysmal water pressure rendered more a drizzle than a shower, when he heard the knock on the door.

He stiffened, arm suspended over his head. His eyes flicked to the reflection of his alarm clock in the mirror.

'1:47 AM' glowed back in a foreboding red.

Betty would've called. His dad was out of town for the weekend. None of the Serpents would've knocked that primly—there'd be yells if it was urgent or jeers if it wasn't. He swapped the towel in his hand for the baseball bat propped against his dresser and maneuvered his way to the door, taking care to move in the shadows."

so by the end of that you know he's at home in his trailer, it's late at night, the atmosphere is kind of tense, and the lighting is dark, but all of that is wrapped into an action (this mysterious knock) which makes it a little more dynamic, you know? I don't know if that makes any sense, but it's basically how I avoid a block of words that exists purely to describe a setting because I'm nowhere near interesting enough of a writer to make that engaging.

as for the other kind I'm describing where you have a bunch of dialogue followed by one dedicated setting sentence and then keep fleshing out the scene as you go, I have a few examples:

"Alright, so everyone's clear on the patrol schedule for the next few days?"

"Yep."

"Got it."

"Sweet Pea?"

"What?"

"You good on the schedule?"

"Why are you singling me out?"

"You know why."

"I was late like once!"

"You were late to this meeting."

"You're such a grinch, Topaz—where's your Christmas spirit?"

"About five seconds away from getting shoved up your ass."

"I could be into that."

"Be into punctuality instead."

"Lame."

"Byrdie, you're cool with covering transport for the weekend?"

"You know it."

"Great—Slash, Fangs, any questions about Sunday?"

"Nope."

"All set, T."

"Awesome, well, that's everything I had to go over. Jones?"

Jughead blinked, chin caught in the sling of his hands, dark stare dragging up from the spot it'd been fixed on for the past five minutes. A ring of faces stared back at him, uncertain and expectant, gathered around their token table at the White Wyrm for their weekly Serpents meeting, and Toni gave a tentative tilt of her head.

so you can see it takes forever to finally tell you where this is happening, but that quick little clause is enough context for a reader to start out with. a little later:

"Alright, you heard the man—meeting adjourned, get out of my face," she announced, waving a scattering hand at everyone. "Go enjoy the holidays."

The surrounding Serpents drew to their feet in a scuffle of chairs, breaking off into easy laughter and side conversations, the whimsical anticipation of Christmas Eve glittering like magic in the air, and Jughead's gaze slid right back to the same wall it'd been affixed to earlier.

now you know it's Christmas Eve. a few paragraphs down:

"He spun his bottle slowly against the table, the silence between them scored by the boozy din of the White Wyrm—billiard balls knocking into each other, raspy 60s protest rock, the velcro laugh of pack-a-day smokers."

so just adding a little more atmosphere - you can hear the room now, know it's an older crowd. then this way later:

"I still think it's worth looking into Penny Peabody," Toni ventured as if reading his mind, her musing voice luring him back to the smoky den of the White Wyrm. She took a swig of her beer as some scuffle over a bar tab kicked up in the background."

so now you know it's rowdy in there. later on I also have another character comment that all the Christmas decorations look cozy, so all this to say that you don't have to put a giant block of text telling the reader everything you want them to see in your space - it's okay to weave it in over time.

another example of this is the very first chapter, which I re-read the other day and realized I don't really set the scene until pretty far in. it starts like this:

"Ow."

"Sorry."

A silent beat.

"Ow."

"Jughead, you need to—"

"Ow!"

Veronica drew back with a sharp sigh, stare flicking ceilingward. "You need. To hold. Still."

"You need. To back. Off," Jughead countered, meeting her gaze with a harassed one of his own. He lifted a hand to swat away the needle hovering over his face and her brows snapped up in that cool, patronizing way of hers—the one that soundlessly carried a Hepburnian, 'Oh, do I?'

After a beat, she offered a simple shrug. "Okay."

He eyed her skeptically in the fluorescent light of the diner. It was never just 'okay' with Veronica. It was 'okay' and 'but also this is why you're going to do it my way'.

only a brief, indirect mention of the diner, which seems super thin/lazy but at that point is all I think you really need as a reader to be oriented. a few sentences later:

His jaw tightened a bit, stare averting a fraction to the window behind her. The inky nightscape of the Pop's parking lot was the same color as her eyes. He glanced at a neon pink sign for milkshakes instead, annoyed.

now you know it's nighttime.

a few paragraphs later:

"Some buried imagery, maybe? Metatextual acknowledgment of the fact that it's the middle of the night and I just finished a double shift and I don't actually have to do this for you?"

now you know it's really late. then even later:

"I—sorry," he offered after a beat, glancing down at his hands. He was sitting on a bar stool with the diner bar to his back, bent knees separating her upright frame from his. The position adjusted their comically lopsided heights so that for once, they were even. "What I meant was: can you please finish stitching me up?"

so now you know exactly where they are/how they're positioned relative to each other in the room. and personally I don't think it takes anything away by waiting till a beat that felt natural to sneak that in as opposed to doing it immediately.

now when I do have a specific setting that requires a little more detailed/traditional of a description, I usually try to give it an angle, like someone's seeing it for the first time and coming to a conclusion about it and all the details they're describing further their point. this is from another fic I wrote where a character walks into a lunatic neighbor's Christmas party and is totally shocked by how cozy it is:

"To be honest, Damon had expected pretty much anything from Kai's apartment.

Shaved baby doll heads on the walls. An exotic bird emporium. Furniture made out of human bones. A framed collage of Missing Children ads. An entire room of blinking furbies. Aliens. Dinosaurs. Whatever. What he hadn't expected was to walk into a friggin' HGTV Christmas special.

The place was decked the fuck out. Garland hung all over the living room, gold and glittering, accented with large, loopy red bows. A roaring fire was burning behind a string of brightly colored stockings, casting a warm glow over all the wool throws and cozy holiday pillows. A giant tree twinkled by the snowy bay window. Mistletoe winked from the doorways. Frank Sinatra was crooning about having a merry little Christmas.

And somehow, it was a hundred times more unsettling than the shaved baby doll heads would've been."

so rather than just saying he walked in and that's what he saw, it's framed by him being totally thrown by his surroundings, which makes all the details more intentional since they are fleshing out why he's thrown, nah mean?

SO ALL OF THIS TO SAY, I'm far from an expert on any of this but if I had to try and conceptualize my process, I guess this is it? for what it's worth? again, exposition/scenery is not my strength so take this with a grain of salt 😬 thanks for asking, though!

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𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | sweet pea

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 54

Masterlist

❝━ Je pense sincèrement que je suis meilleure que toi au billard. Affirmas-tu.

━ Vraiment ? Dit Sweet Pea.❞

Il s'avança légèrement de toi et planta ses yeux dans les tiens. Il était vraiment intimidant cependant, ce n'était pas son regard qui allait te déstabiliser ou te faire changer d'avis.

❝━ Ouais. Confirmas-tu.❞

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lyrics: things will change they always do, but my heart will stay open for you (stay open: maya hawke)

if you dance with me, darling, if you take me home. will we talk in the morning? (will we talk?: sam fender)

the millisecond that you're away i get the loneliest feeling (give me a try: the wombats)

“I can’t believe we’re here.” You say quietly and he nods, both of you looking at the paintings on the walls and silently wishing that you were anywhere else.

“I know.” He replies, glancing at you quickly before looking straight ahead.

Somebody behinds you coughs, and you can’t quite figure out if it’s a genuine one or if they’re just trying to tell you shut you up in a polite way. Either way you roll your eyes and sit properly in your seat, however you can still feel Sweet Pea’s arm against yours, the soft material of his blazer rubbing against your bare arms making you hyper-aware that he is, in fact, here.

It’s barely been five months since you broke up, and things are still...awkward, to say the least. And it's made even more awkward by the fact that you’re sat together at Fangs and Kevin’s wedding, despite both of you trying to get them to change the seating plan and both of them telling you that they’re stressed enough with this stupid wedding and so you’ll sit on the ceiling if that’s what they tell you to do, that made the both of you shut up and accept your fate.

You’re gonna spend a day, forcing smiles and pretending to be okay with the fact that the other is right next to you, yet you can’t touch them, no matter how much you want to.

“We did it!” Kevin cheers when he pulls away from Kevin, the two of them grinning from ear to ear and holding their hands in the air. Everybody stands and claps, while they walk back down the aisle, now husband and husband and both of them looking so happy that you think they’re gonna burst.

“Congratulations.” You grin and pull them both into a tight hug, squeezing you’re two best friends and trying to convey just how excited you are for them.

“Yeah, congrats guys.” Sweet Pea adds and leans around you to hug them both. You move back awkwardly and send an uncomfortable smile to Toni who just sends you an odd thumbs up before chatting with Veronica and Betty.

“We’ll see you both at the reception right?” Kevin adds. He tries to mask the fact that he’s on edge, worrying about whether everyone is gonna turn up, with eagerness, but the smile he's giving you just looks painful.

“Of course.” You smile.

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Sweet Pea adds and you give him a shy smile. His gaze lingers on your for a little longer than it probably should for ex’s and you feel his eyes trail up and down your body, focusing on the parts that you made sure were accentuated in anticipation for seeing him again.

Fangs and Kevin share a look before excusing themselves and leaving you to try and look busy while Sweet Pea does the exact opposite. You know you shouldn’t, you know it’s wrong to still be loving the attention, to be dressing just to impress him, maybe make him a little jealous, but you can’t help the fact that you love how it makes you feel. All the attention, the small touches, the way his breath fans against your neck when he leans in to say something sarcastic, or the smirk that tugs at his lips when you do something to make him laugh, either on purpose or accidental.

You may have ended five months ago, but you’re still madly in love with him, and even though he tries to deny it, he can’t say he doesn’t feel the same about you.

“How are you doing?” He asks and your surprised by his bluntness. The two of you walk in the same direction as the rest of the guests, both completely unaware as to where you are going, and so you just stumble along blindly and hope that at least somebody around you knows what’s happening.

Sweet Pea’s hand ghosts the small of your back as he lets you through the door first, and the small pause gives you a chance to think of what to say. Do you lie and say that you haven’t spent every night thinking of him, and that the fact that he’s this close is making it difficult to breathe.

“Honestly?” You ask and he nods, his expression serious and he looks genuinely concerned. “The millisecond that you’re away, I get the loneliest feeling.” You laugh bitterly and his eyebrows furrow.

“Oh.” He says and grabs your arm, letting the rest of the guests shuffle past you until it’s just you and him stood in the corridor.

“Oh?” You repeat. “Is that a bad oh?”

“No.” He shakes his head quickly. “It’s a relived oh.”

“...oh.” You say and the two of you giggle.

“Same.” He adds and you nod awkwardly.

“Do you think we made a mistake?”

“Breaking up or being together in the first place” He asks and you frown, forcing yourself to look at him. “I’m sorry things are the way they are.” He adds and your expression softens.

“I’m sorry too.” You reply and grab his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He stares at it for a few seconds before slowly pulling you closer to him and you feel your breath hitch. “Do you wanna dance tonight?” You ask, trying to change the subject in order to give you a chance to remember how to breathe.

“That depends.” He shrugs, leaning closer to you and your cheeks heat up.

“On?” You ask, trying and failing to steady your voice.

“If you dance with me darling, if you take me home...will we talk in the morning?” He asks, almost begs as his lips brush against yours and you feel yourself falling for him all over again. Your hands cup his cheeks and his grip around your waist tightens around you, and for a brief second, everything that has ever happened between you, all the fights, the tears, the make-ups, the 3am calls and the drunken nights spent together when you told yourself no more, they’re all replaced by this one kiss, and all the possibilities that it could lead to, you just need to make sure you follow the right path this time.

You pull away, desperate for breath, but also yearning for him to keep kissing you, you want him to kiss you forever, you want to be held by him for the rest of time, until you can no longer hold each other.

But then you’re reminded of what drove the two of you apart in the first place. You’re lack of communication and the fact that life had been grinding the two of you down, far too much for you to focus on one another. That sort of things kills a couple, it makes them too stressed to love and even more stressed to talk about their issues so the only thing you can do is argue, and even then, that gets exhausting quickly.

You hated who you were then, you both did. You knew neither of you were the person that the other fell in love with, and you hated the way the other one looked whenever someone said something they instantly regretted but were too stubborn to take back.

You desperately want to go back to a time where you were happy together, but can you really go through all of this again if it goes wrong? But then he looks at you, his expression full of hope and love and there’s a shy smile playing on his lips thats only reserved for you, and you know. Of course you can, he’s worth the heartbreak.

“I don’t know.” You say honestly. “We can talk, but I don’t know where it’ll lead us, I hope it’s somewhere nice, things will change, they always do, but my heart will stay open for you, no matter what.” You say honestly, it’s the only thing you can say, but his smile shows that he’s willing to try, and then he grabs you and kisses you, and you know that you will talk, and you both hope it never stops.

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“Shit, sorry, am I going too fast?”

Summary: Requested by anonymous with the prompt “Shit, sorry, am I going too fast?” Warnings: Smut, cursing Pairing: Sweet Pea (Riverdale) x Reader Word Count: 2180 Rating: M/18+ A/N: I hope this is what you were looking for. I kind of just went with the flow since it was in the flirty/suggestive section of the meme you pulled the prompt from.

It had been a few weeks since you’d started hooking up with Sweet Pea, and to be honest, you hadn’t regretted it for a second. He was fun, and a good listener. Not to mention, sex with him was the best that you’d ever had. You weren’t sure what it was about him, everything just drew you in.

Sitting around the Wyrm with him and his friends, you laughed along with a joke that Fangs had cracked, unable to help but look at Sweet Pea as you did. His face was still lit up with his previous laughter, and his smile made you also smile just as wide. It was like his happiness was contagious.

You reached up, linking your hand with his, his arm still around your shoulders. You pulled his arm tighter around you and snuggled into his side a bit more. He did as you guided him, placing a little kiss on your temple, earning him another large smile from you.

“Hey,” he whispered against your ear, prompting a little hum in response. “Do you want to head out soon? Head back to mine and have some fun?”

You lifted your head from his shoulder, looking up at him and nodding after considering it for a moment. “That sounds great, Pea,” you spoke.

Glancing over at Toni across the way, you could see her grinning happily at the two of you. She was one of Sweet Pea’s best friends, and seeing him happy was important to her. If she had anything to say about it, she would say that the times that he was around Y/N were when he seemed the happiest.

What you hadn’t confessed to anyone was that he made you the happiest that you’d ever been too. The feelings that you felt for him had only grown since the first time that the two of you were together. You hadn’t told him how you felt, knowing that things weren’t always that easy. Friends with benefits didn’t always turn into more, and after what had happened with Sweet Pea and Josie, you doubted that he wanted to explore any kind of feelings any time soon.

After a few more minutes, Sweet Pea untangled himself from you, standing and stretching before offering his hand to you to pull you up from the couch. “Alright, we’re going to head out,” he told the others. Allowing him to pull you to your feet, you both told the others bye before leaving and taking the short ride back to Sweet Pea’s trailer.

Once you were both inside, his lips were on yours almost instantly, his body against yours as he pinned you against the door. You slid your arms up around his neck, fingers weaving into the hair at the nape of his neck and giving a gentle tug as you returned his kiss.

Sweet Pea let out a soft groan, hands moving to the backs of your thighs and using them to lift you into his arms, smirking as you let out a little squeal of surprise. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, holding onto him tightly as he carried you toward his bedroom.

He laid you back against the bed, your head resting against his pillows as he moved over you, pulling at your clothes to remove them. Lifting your arms to help him remove your shirt, you moaned as it pulled over your head and then tossed to the side, Sweet Pea’s lips immediately finding your neck once the item of clothing was gone.

“Sweets,” you moaned, tipping your head back to give him that much more access. Your fingers moved down, pulling his shirt up, letting out a soft sound of approval as he pulled back just enough to remove it and toss it aside along with yours.

After not much longer, both of your pants were gone, and the two of you were stripped down to your underwear, Sweet Pea’s body hovering over yours. His lips had made their way back to yours, his kisses urgent and needy as his hand moved between the two of you, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. His fingertips moved over you, teasing between your folds and along your entrance before trailing up to your clit. He found the bud with ease, beginning to rub slow circles against it, drawing a soft whimper from your lips in response.

“Pea,” you breathed his name, hips bucking from the bed as he touched you exactly how you liked. He was a bit more experienced than you, but it had never really bothered you. In fact, most times it worked in your favor, especially when it came to him pleasuring you.

“Feel good. baby?” he asked, and you nodded. It always felt good when he touched you.

Your hands moved down, traveling toward where you could see and feel the growing bulge in his boxers. Before you could fully touch him, he grabbed your hand with his free one, pinning it above your head and lacing your fingers together against the mattress.

“Not just yet,” he spoke. “I want to take care of you first.”

Biting down on your lip, you nodded, knowing that once Sweet Pea wanted something, you were in no place to argue with him. He was so damn stubborn, not to mention the fact that when he looked at you with his big brown eyes, you’d always melt, bending to his will with ease.

He gave your hand a little squeeze before pulling his hand back, moving to slide your underwear down your legs, dropping it off of the side of the bed once it was removed. He shifted down on the bed, lips making a trail from your jaw, down your neck, your stomach, and then to your inner thighs.

You whined as he kissed along your thighs, biting down teasingly on the inside of one, sure to leave a little mark. After a moment, he hooked both arms around your thighs, pulling you in closer to him as he lowered his head between your thighs. His tongue darted out, swiping over your sex from entrance to clit, then repeated the motion several times, letting out a little groan at the taste of you.

You pitched your hips upward at the sensation of his tongue against you, and he continued to lap over you again and again, loving to hear you moan for him. Just as always, it didn’t take long for him to work you up. Within minutes, you felt your stomach beginning to tighten, signaling your release would come soon.

Sweet Pea could feel your legs tense, shaking slightly as you ground yourself down against his tongue, helping him to work you toward your release. Your fingers found a home in his dark hair, tugging at it as you felt yourself on the brink. “Oh, fuck, Sweets! I’m close — I’m so close, baby,” you whined.

Sweet Pea groaned at the way you pulled his hair, tightening his grip on your thighs as he worked his tongue that much quicker against you. “Come for me, gorgeous,” he goaded, tongue flicking rapidly against your clit.

The way his tongue flicked your clit had your eyes rolling back, legs shaking as your muscles tensed and you hit your climax. You cried out his name through your release, riding against his face as he worked you until you’d come down.

“Fuck!” you panted as he finally pulled away, kissing up your body toward your lips. “How in the hell are you so good at that?” you asked, shaking your head as you looked at him lovingly. Your feelings were evident in your eyes. If he only looked close enough, he might be able to tell just how you were feeling.

Sweet Pea looked affectionately back down at you, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he guided your legs around his waist. “Lots and lots of practice, babe,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes playfully, then let out a loud moan as you felt him glide his length between your sensitive folds. When had he even taken his boxers off? You decided it didn’t matter. It all felt too damn good for you to protest.

“Sweets…” you sighed, lifting your hips to try and get more from him. “Please…”

“Please what, princess? Tell me what you want,” Sweet Pea teased, continuing to grind against you, driving you crazy. You were already so wet, and it took a lot of effort on his part not to just slip in then and there.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded, and he smirked devilishly.

Reaching over to the bedside table, he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. He tore open the wrapper and rolled it onto himself without much effort, tossing the wrapper aside — he’d pick it up later.

He gripped his length in his hand, teasingly tapping it against your clit a few times, causing you to buck your hips in response.

“Sweet Pea!” you cried out in protest, wanting more.

He chuckled darkly, pushing into you a moment later, balls deep in one swift thrust. The two of you both groaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as he started to move within you at a steady pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he praised, leaning in and pressing a heated kiss to your lips, causing you to moan into the kiss. His lips moved feverishly against yours, parting to slip his tongue into your mouth, massaging it against yours.

After not much longer, you felt the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten again. He could feel you tighten around him and let out a low growl at the extra resistance it provided.

His hands moved to your thighs, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder, and you cried out, loving the way that the change in position stretched you so deliciously.

“Sweets! Sweets, oh my God!” you screamed, feeling him pound relentlessly into you at the new angle. Your legs quivered as you were thrown over the edge once more, coming hard around him.

Sweet Pea groaned, thrusting hard and fast inside of you. After a moment, his thrusts became sloppier, more erratic, and he let out a loud, long grunt as he emptied himself into the condom inside of you.

“Damn,” he cursed, gently moving your leg from his shoulder and leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips. “I think that was one of the best times,” he mused.

Both of you struggled to catch your breath, breathing heavily, and you nodded. “I think it was.”

Sweet Pea withdrew from you, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table and removing the condom, tossing it into the bin beside the bed.

Rolling into his back, he sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You obliged easily, curling into his side. Tracing abstract patterns over his chest, you let out a content sigh, allowing yourself to relax in his arms.

“Y/N?” Sweet Pea spoke quietly, prompting a quiet hum in response, telling him to continue.

“I know we discussed that this wouldn’t get too serious, that it was just a friends with benefits thing, but… I think I might be falling for you.”

His voice was barely more than a whisper. If you hadn’t been paying attention, you might not have heard him. But, you were, and you did. Your head popped up from where it had laid and you look at him a bit incredulously, unable to believe that you’d just heard what you thought you did. “What?” you asked.

“I — shit, sorry. Am I going too fast?” he asked, eyes soft and vulnerable. “I just… I really like you, Y/N. We have fun together, you get along with my friends, and you don’t judge me for my past or who I am. You’re incredible. I can’t help it.”

You continued to look at him, baffled by his words. Shaking your head, you placed a hand against his chest, “Pea, I’m falling for you too. I just didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t think you’d be in a place to catch feelings again after Josie.”

Sweet Pea frowned softly at the mention of Josie, but shook his head, “No, that’s over. That’s been over.” He lifted a hand, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as his eyes met yours. “I’m falling for you, and you’re falling for me. So, let’s do something about it.”

“What are you saying?” you asked, tilting your head. You hoped that he was hinting at the same thing you were thinking, but you couldn’t be sure.

“I’m saying… be my girl. Please?”

You bit down on your lip in the center, a wide smile beginning to spread over your lips.

“Okay. Yeah, okay. I’m your girl,” you nodded.

Sweet Pea grinned wide, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “Mm…” he hummed after a minute, “rest up, princess. There’s a lot more fun to be had here.”