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captain-mj · 10 months

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Hi, can you continue the dragon fic?

Whether you continue it or don’t, I also wanted to say that I love your fics!

I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THAT I AM SO SORRY

This is the last part btw

Part 1 Part 2

Soap fed Ghost breakfast. He was finally getting some weight back. His wings were much heavier than Soap realized so he had quickly upped his food, trying to keep him well fed at all times. Ghost would choke down what he could, finally able to get more than a few pieces of bread down.

Soap looked at him gently, holding Ghost’s cheek again. Ghost had also finally learned to accept the touch. Soap tried to keep himself in check about it as well, but Ghost was… fucking there. Again.

“Come on. Few more bites, yeah?”

Ghost glared at him a little but took a few more bites of meat from between Soap’s fingers.

“Of course, My King.”

“Simon.”

“Ghost.”

“Simon.” Soap repeated. “You don’t have to call me that.” He ran his fingers through Ghost’s hair, not to touch this time, just to fix it out of his face. “You’re freezing.”

Ghost shrugged and looked away.

“How does a hot bath sound? Try to heat you back up.” Soap smiled at him. His worry was clear. It’s why Ghost had a hard time staying mad at him.

“It would help. No real point though. It won’t hurt me to be like this.” It just hurt and made him feel empty and sluggish.

Soap shook his head. “You’re not comfortable. I want to make sure you feel alright.” He got up and Ghost expected him to order a servant to do it. Instead he fixed the bath himself, setting a fire underneath the tub so the water would heat up faster. It was close to boiling and the idea of sinking down into it was… Very appealing.

Ghost shook his head slowly. “I shouldn’t.”

“Si-….. Ghost. Get in the bath.” Soap said it gently and Ghost finally listened. He sank in until he was fully submerged.

Heat. Visceral and hot and life giving. It swarmed around him. Far too hot to be comfortable for a human, otherwise he was sure Johnny would follow him. He stayed down there as long as he could before coming back up for air.

Soap gently started to comb through Ghost’s hair. He was careful not to touch the water.

Ghost reluctantly relaxed into the water again. It felt so nice.

Once he was done, he was given a robe that was a little too small but wrapped around him at least. He felt weirdly taken care of.

Soap continued to dote on him even after he got out. He gently rebandaged each wound and kissed over the bandages. Ghost was a slave to his whims. Soft and pliant. Something dead had taken over. Crawled into his ribs and pushed out what he was previously.

Soap kissed his forehead and brought him back to bed. “Lay on your stomach for me.”

Ghost did as he was told, eyes closing. Warm hands touched over his wings, checking every inch for breaks or wounds. Once he was satisfied they were fine, he gave Ghost a kiss on the forehead before laying next to him. Not touching this time.

Ghost moved so his head was on Soap’s chest. He curled up a little so he’d seem smaller.

“Simon.” Johnny whispered against his hair. “Simon…. Simon….” He repeated it like a prayer. Gentle and soothing.

Ghost went limp and fell asleep.

His time mostly passed the same way. Soap doted on him. Anytime Ghost managed to ask for something, Soap would get it.

A fire? Of course. Gold jewelry for the start of a hoard? Absolutely. Soap’s undying love and loyalty? He didn’t ask for it but he certainly had it.

A king was on his knees for him. Soap was fixing his clothes and had sank down so he could do so. He then tied Ghost’s shoes, pressing his cheek against his thigh while he did. It was unnecessary, Ghost was fully able to do that, but Soap insisted. He kissed Ghost’s fingertips gently before double checking him once more.

“Alright. You’re good to go outside.”

Ghost nodded and slowly followed him. He was well dressed now. There was enough to cover all of his skin which was good.

Soap led him down the halls of his castle and introduced him to people. To different servants and knights and others. All of whom treated him with an intense amount of respect. Most wouldn’t meet his eyes, as if he could somehow smite them. Right now he could barely make a spark so that wasn’t going to happen.

They didn’t touch him either and their eyes lingered on the way Soap held his hand or his arm or just in general kept him close.

It was unnerving. But Ghost assumed he would get used to it like everything else.

Soap tugged him outside into the sun. The gardens were completely abandoned so he was safe to do what he wanted, according to Soap.

“Stretch out. Maybe try flapping your wings. I want to get you back to normal.”

Ghost flapped his wings once. Twice. He gave up. It hurt. His wings were really heavy.

Soap smiled. “Great job! Do you want to walk with me?”

Ghost followed him around the place. His muscles were unhappy with the sudden movement but he was tired of staying in bed all the time. The bed was definitely an improvement from the floor though.

The company didn’t hurt either. Soap had been growing on him lately.

Johnny. Johnny had been growing on him lately.

“The clouds.”

Soap paused whatever he was doing to glance at Ghost, looking excited at the prospect of him speaking. “Yes?”

“I wish they did feel like cotton. It would be nicer.”

Soap nodded. “Yeah. They were freezing.”

“Can’t wait to see them again.”

“Will you take me up there?”

Ghost paused and looked at Johnny. “Yeah. I will.”

Soap smiled at him and just stared. Unnerving. Too soft. Too nice.

Simon kissed him. Carefully. Johnny felt warm against his skin.

“Hello Simon. It’s nice to see you again.”

“I called for you. When I left. I tried to stay.”

Johnny grabbed his hand gently and squeezed it. “It wasn’t your fault Love. I promise.”

Simon leaned into him, drinking it in. The warmth. The smell of flowers. Everything. Especially Johnny.

“Going to take care of you. Make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”

Simon melted into him fully. He purred loudly and rubbed his cheek against Soap’s like a giant cat. “Missed you so much… So very, very much.”

Soap pulled back and started to kiss him again. Feverish and desperate. “Simon. Simon. Should’ve never left that day. Should’ve taken you home.”

Just like before. Little flames leaking off of Simon’s body. Setting flame to the grass around them. Never touching Johnny’s skin though.

They circled them and flickered as Johnny encouraged Simon to kiss him however much he wanted. Let them both fall to the floor and melt into each other.

Simon finally felt warm again.

#johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #ghostsoap #soapghost #simon ghost riley #soap cod #cod mw2 #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii

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sturn-wrld · 5 months

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🪼face

pairing: matt x reader

summary: where matt wants reader to sit on his face

genre: SMUT!!! if that makes you uncomfortable dni!

warnings: head (fem receiving), nicknames (babe, baby)

a/n: day 9 of smutmas. so so so sorry for not posting it yesterday. i wasn't home until too late and isn't get time to finish it before i fell asleep. that means 2 posts today! anyways hope you like it!

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matt loves giving you head. by loves, i mean LOVES. if he could, he would give you head all day. he loves the way you wriggle under his touch and the way you squeeze his head between your thighs when you are closer to your high.

today was no exception.

matt asked you to come over like any normal day saying he loves you and misses you so much, who chi was pretty much code for i'm horny come over and make out with me and then let me fuck you crazy. which you weren't mad about.

you walked into his bedroom to see him sitting at his desk legs spread, scrolling on his phone. this almost instant made your legs weak. "baby, your here!" he exclaimed as if he had never seen you before in his life "i am" you said walking over to him from his doorway. he stood up and started kissing you. the kiss grew passionate almost instantly. as he walked you slowly over to his bed he started travelling his arms down towards your ass and legs slowly feeling up your ass and thighs.

he suddenly stopped the kiss as you were about to lay on his bed. "can you sit on my face?" he looked at with listens filled eyes trying to convince you that this is a good idea. "what?" you said this a foreign idea to having never have done it with anyone let alone matt.

"can you-" he went to repeat

"yeah i know what you said. um, what if i um, am to heavy and i hurt you?" you said listing every possibility in your head this could need in. "you won't and it'll make you feel sooo good" he said rubbing your thigh as he did it. "are you sure?" you asked again just to make it clear in your head. "100 percent" he said smiling.

with that you starting stripping down until you were completely naked, matt don't. the same before kissing you again until he was ready for you to do what he had been dreaming about. he released from the kiss, flipping you over so he was now underneath and holding your hands to guide you up to his face. as you put a knee on either side of his head you slowly started hovering down until you were just above his mouth.

he started licking and sucking at your clit until he realised you weren't fully on his face. "stop hovering babe" and with that he pulled your thighs down so you were fully sat on his face. he started sucking and licking at your clit and you started screaming and yelling his name. your hands went strained to his hair pulling and twisting, causing him to groan into your pussy, a wave of pleasure racing through you as he did that, making you scream louder. he then suddenly started pushing his tongue into your sopping hole before going in and out making you grind onto your face through the pleasure. to add to this never adding pleasure he moved his hand up to toy with your clit pushing you to your limits. "i'm cumming baby" with that a rush of pleasure overtook your body making your whole body shake vigorously and your thighs squeeze matt's head. as this was all happening matt started groan even more making your release even stronger and more powerful.

as you reached the end of your high, you slowly rolled your body off of mats face and onto the pillow next your him.

"that was so good baby" you said as you calmed your sporadic breathing.

"yeah that was really good"

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@ilovemattsturn @frozenvegitableoil @its-jennarose @ermdontmindthisaccount

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littlebluentebook · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader pt.6

A/N Oh my goodness! I didn't expect the story to get this much attention! Im going to do some sort of second story where Alastor and the reader are in hell. If theres no objections I'll also feature some helluva boss characters (just to advance the plot!)

I am very sorry for not updating! I went out of town, nearly broke my hip, got sick, and started a new job all in the last 2 weeks. I should be able to post once every three days now :)

Thank you to everyone reading the story! I love sharing my ideas and feel free to reach out if there are any stories you want to see!

TW-Animal Blood(?)

Chapter 7

You woke up in Alastor's arms. It wasn't on purpose! You both had agreed to split the bed, pride getting in the others way. Apparently, somewhere in the night you each reached for the other. Not minding the extra warmth, you fell back asleep. There was no point in moving away; you liked him, he was comfy, and kept you warm. The second time you woke up, the sun was bright and the bed was empty. Worried you checked the clock to make sure you hadn't overslept to open the shop. You had forty five minutes to get the store open. Not as much time as you would have liked, but also not anything too out of your range.

"Ah! My sleeping beauty, glad you're now awake!" a voice said from the doorway. Alastor? You thought he had left. "Come now! I have made us breakfast."

Alastor could cook. Breakfast tasted like it was picked up from a five star restaurant on the more expensive side of town. Over breakfast he told you that he was unable to leave such a beautiful person alone and you needed the rest from the previous night. He actually didn't leave you at all that day.

He sat talking with you in your shop keeping well mannered company. Alastor would never admit it, but he absolutely loved listening to you talk. He spent so much time talking on the radio it was nice to finally be listening to others. He never really cared for sewing but asked you questions about how you did certain things and complimenting your stitch work. He also would assist you while you worked; measuring, flipping things right side outing grabbing fabric as needed. He liked feeling useful to you and watching you work on something you were passionate about.

:Thank you so much for your help today Allie."

"Allie?" He tilted his head like a puppy hearing 'no' for the first time.

"Yeah! Like a nickname," you beamed at him. Alastor mulled the name over in his head before deciding it was okay when it rolled off your tongue and into his ears. No one else could ever be allowed to call him Allie aside from you.

"Hmmmm. Alright" He was at a loss for a nickname truly just wanting to call you his. "Why don't we go and fetch ourselves dinner. I know the most exquisite place!"

"that would be lovely!" Your demeanor was much calmer than your racing thoughts. First, Alastor had stayed the night and made breakfast. Secondly he spent the entire day with you. And now he wanted to take you to dinner! You felt like a romance character from the books you had read and heard stories of.

He had helped you close the shop, took your arm in his (it was the only way you two ever walked together) and he led the way to the restaurant.

It was a nice place with candles and flowers on the table. There was a live band playing softly to entertain guests as they dined.

Alastor was sweet and kind with you, he made excellent recommendations about what drinks to try and meals to order. You both split a cake together for dessert. The night was wonderful, absolutely perfect! The only thing that there you off was the way in which Alastor ordered his steak.

"Alastor!" you had whisper-yelled "that cow is so undercooked I can still hear it moo-ing in the fields. Do we need to have the waiter take it back for just a moment longer?"

"Haha oh no darling! I just enjoy my cut of meat like this. It holds so much more flavor!" You gave him a quizzical look swearing you had just seen blood dark as your wine pool on the plate.

When your night had come to an end, Alastor had walked you home and kissed your cheek. It had left you red and blushing thinking about it as you slept.

The next morning you had awoken ready to start your chores. You folded the blanket and pajamas that Alastor had borrowed and cleared a drawer for the items to reside in. Today you had a new activity you hadn't done in years.

You walked down the stairs leading to your shop and to the circular display table at the center of your shop. Grabbing the wilted flowers and vase you got to work and put them in your oven to dry them out. You loved keeping gifts, flowers were beautiful but difficult to keep but you made it work.

The entire day you were all that was on Alastor mind. He simply could not get enough of you despite spending the entire day together before. He was talking to his mother about the feeling and how he had never experienced it, unsure of what to do he was searching for advice. His mother was not helping the situation, she merely laughed at him. "Oh Al, why don't'cha go onna date together and court the poor thing!" What if you didn't like him back? What if he made a total fool of himself. His mother could sense his worries, "well whoever can put up with ya for a full day definelty doesn't not like you." She pinched his cheeks and went back to cooking for the both of them

#alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbinhotel #alastor #x reader

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geddy-leesbian · 4 months

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Luis playing guitar for pregnant Leon because these bitches make me ill and I can't wait 2 chapters to post this

“Can I try to feel again..?”

“Yeah, the one on my left is moving a little bit. She's farther back I think and smaller, I don't feel her as much as the other, so don't think you will, but you can try,” Luis places his hand all over the left side of Leon's belly, but can't feel anything. He can't hide the disappointment on his face. “You'll get to feel soon, I promise. Usually me being up walking around relaxes them and they sleep. I just need to sit here for a while and the one on the right will wake up and start kickboxing in there. You can go back to doing whatever you were doing before I interrupted you, I'll tell you when the kicks start.”

Luis gets up to grab his guitar, then comes back to Leon to start playing.

“Keep playing!” Leon yanks a hand off the guitar to place on his stomach. “They like your music. Always kick when I put it on. Can't fall asleep to it like I used to, the kicks keep me up. They don't react like this to other music, just yours.”

Luis keeps strumming with one hand and feels the kicks with the other. When he stops playing, the kicking stops. He's mesmerized by it.

“They…” Luis moves his hand, back to the other side, to feel the other baby too. “They like my music…”

Luis keeps at it, playing and feeling, still in awe at every single kick, until Leon is asking him to stop.

“Sorry, darling,” Luis sets his guitar down while Leon starts rubbing his belly. “Glad you're finally able to feel and bond with them, the kicking just starts to hurt sometimes. You can keep feeling while they settle down, just no more exciting music.”

Leon takes his hands off his belly, letting Luis take over.

“I love you. I love you so much,” Luis gently rubs Leon's belly. “I can't believe I'm having a family with you. I don't understand why you're putting your body through hell carrying my babies. I don't know what the hell you see in me.”

“A couple nights ago you were playing to a stadium of women that would probably kill to have your kids, don't get why it's so hard for you to believe that I want it too.”

“Because none of them know the real me. They have the idealized image of me that magazines feed them. They think I'm perfect, they don't know how much of a fucking train wreck I am. They don't know what I was like before. You were here wanting to spend time with me even before all the money and fame, when I was just a loser with nothing. And you're still here! Why?”

“You being a loser is exactly why I fell for you. Always hated you up until that conversation about this album being your last shot… Thought you were some rich asshole trying to buy his way into the music industry, just burning money until something worked because you could afford it. Then I found out you couldn't afford it, you were just so passionate for music that you were willing to be homeless to have another chance. I loved the passion. And since then I've learned so much shit that's made me fall more in love,” Leon traces over Luis's cheek scar with his thumb. “You're actually badass, you're a crazy cat person, you're a fucking genius and could have been an actual doctor if you'd tried, you're so protective, you dote on me… I could go on all night, there's so much I see in you. I don't get what you see in me either. You could have just about anyone, why me? I'm a fucking loser too! Became a receptionist because I'm a moron that broke my leg and never got motivated to do anything else with my life. I don't have a creative bone in my body, feel like you should be with someone artistic like you. I'm pretty, but I'm not special. You could find someone just as pretty as me that's also good at music or drawing or something.”

“I'm so in love with you because you have the nicest tits that I've ever seen. Kidding. Well, half kidding. You do have the most beautiful tits I've ever seen,” That is extremely high praise coming from Luis. He's seen a lot of them, after all. “I'm kidding about them being why I'm in love with you, they're just a nice bonus. The real reason is very close though! It's your big heart. The moment you said I could move in with you if I didn't have anywhere to sleep… We weren't even friends at that point. Just acquaintances. And you would have let me move in! Not to mention the way you just put up with all my bullshit and took care of me when I had that breakdown, when all I deserved was a door slammed in my face because I'd treated you like shit. And you don't give yourself enough credit– You are creative too! You decorated the nursery, painted those butterflies… You're also strong. But I already told you all about how strong I think you are last night, so–”

“God. Let's stop the sappy romance bullshit. Save it for when these kids are out of me and I can smoke pot.”

“Can I be sappy in Spanish?” Luis smiles playfully. “So you can't understand it?”

“Whatever.”

Luis lays down, head by Leon's belly, and starts speaking softly in Spanish.

#the ''last night'' was the whole leon stuck in a bathtub and having a mental breakdown over it incident #i feel like without context luis's dialogue kinda sounds like there's maybe a sex implication but there actually was no sex had that night #serennedy #serrennedy #theyre cringefail loser soul mates

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a-littlebirdie · 1 year

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Foosball,Flyfishing

& "Friends"

Pairing: Price x MC (Wren, nickname Osprey) GN! Reader

Summary

John and Wren have been inseparable for the last 6 years, but neither one of them wants to admit that their relationship is nowhere near "platonic". They are released on leave for 3 months and Wren decides to take a trip back home to the states. They want to ask if John wants to go. They're just two very close friends who enjoy each others company right? What could happen?

Word Count: 5.5k ish

Author’s Note

Hello! So this is my first time posting any kind of writing since 2014. So please bare with me I may be a little rusty 😅 I just want to write some fluff and enjoy some domestic Price fly fishing. This is a two parter, maybe three depending on what I can finish by the 4th of Feb. I fly out the 6th for a job and will have limited access to internet until April, so I wanted to get this posted before I left.

Also want to note that I am not sure how much time would be between each mission, but for this we’ll say it’s around 3 months. Hope you find as much joy in this as I did!

Warnings

Too much fluff

Language

Nightmares

Slight talks of injuries

*NOT EDITED*

Part 2

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You quietly make your way through the dark and chilly halls of base. It was well into the night almost guaranteeing everyone was asleep except for the person you were looking for. A faint glow could be seen from under the door to your captain's office. Though you felt it selfish, you were relieved to see he was still awake. When you reach it you quietly knock and open the door. The room was dark with just the warm glow of the desk lamp and embers of a cigar resting on a try. John looks up and offers you a tired soft smile putting down his pen.

"Hey Osprey."

The codename made your heart flutter every time he said it.

He relaxes in his chair and opens his arms. You slowly make your way over sitting on his lap. Your normal uptight demeanour relaxes almost instantly as his strong arms engulf you making you feel safe. You hide your face in his neck, closing your eyes. This had become routine after a rough mission, but lately it's been happening more often. If you weren't going to him he'd be coming to you. You were the only ones that could bring each other back from the brink of destruction. Sometimes you'd talk about what was bothering you, but usually you just held each other until one of you fell asleep. It was your typical run-of-the-mill platonic relationship right? After all, you two had known each other for almost 6 years. Why would your relationship change all of a sudden?

You noticed that during this last mission things were evolving. Everyone noticed except John seemed to have been left out. He was much more protective over you to the point it caused the two of you to not speak for days other than exchanging plans. Thankfully the two of you made up, but there was still something off about the situation. You just couldn't put your finger on it.

You're brought out from your thoughts wincing as his hand gently grazes the wound on your shoulder. A nasty reminder of how the last mission had gone.

"Sorry love, how are you doing by the way? I know things have been hectic since we got back,"

With a yawn you sit up to look at him. His piercing blue eyes scan your face with concern.

"I'm doing alright just been having trouble sleeping because my comfy pillow has been busy." You tease with a smile and heavy eyelids. His warm presence is already lulling you to sleep. You lean back into the same position you were in with a little thud and he chuckles.

"You might need to get a new pillow then. Its seems that one isn't doing his job"

"Yeah, but he's more important things to pay attention to. I'll manage," you laugh at the ridiculous conversation.

He tightens his hold and lays his head on top of yours as he sighs,

"I know, I've been neglecting my pillow duties. I'll make it up to you."

You felt lucky. The others didn't get to see this side of John. He cared for his team and their wellbeing, but he still puts on a tough exterior, except when it was just the two of you.

"You know, this is really dangerous,"

You felt his chest rumble as he chuckles, "And why do you say that?"

"I think I'm starting to like you." You mumble sleepily. Though you said it jokingly, deep down you really mean it and it scares the life out of you. How could you start to have feelings now after all these years? Have you always had them and just pushed them down? It didn't matter. He was your captain and your friend. You're not about to ruin that.

He chuckles again and squeezes you even closer, "It's a little too late for that realisation don't you think?"

You laugh with a quiet "Mhm" and close your eyes again. You felt his large warm hand glide up and down your back lulling you asleep.

Sunshine peeks through the blinds into your face waking you up. John is still fast asleep. He's sprawled out in his chair with one foot propped on his desk and both arms wrapped securely around you. You smile to yourself enjoying the moment.

Before long John begins to stir and you feel yourself rise as he carefully sits up.

"Well good morning sunshine," You tease.

He rubs the back of his neck probably sore from the way he slept, "Good morning Osprey," his voice is raspy and tired as he tries to keep his eyes open. You wonder how much sleep he got. You try to get up, but you're pulled back into the chair. John wraps his arms around your waist and you feel sparks. A sense of giddiness floods your nerves as he rests his cheek against your back,"Please stay just a few more minutes." He whispers exhaustion radiating in his voice. He'd never been this clingy before, but you weren't complaining.

Your heart is racing as you try to compose yourself before asking, "Did you get any sleep?"

"Hmm, the last I remember is the sun coming up. What time is it now?"

You looked down at your watch,"It's only 7,"

"Have you been awake for long?"

You shake your head. You can tell he's trying to keep himself awake by how much he pauses between each word.

Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles you chuckle,"Go lay on the couch and try to get some sleep. I'll wake you before lunch."

He hums in response,”I’ll just rest my eyes for a little longer.”

His warm embrace soon releases you as you both stand up and he trudges over plopping down on the couch. Soon after you hear tiny snores escaping from his relaxed figure.

You use this time to contemplate what you were going to do now that the team was on leave for the next three months. Normally you’d stay on base or travel around the UK or Europe, but you were feeling homesick. A small town in Montana is where you call home and it's been almost two years since you had the chance to go back. You look over at John who’s still fast asleep. You bite the inside of your cheek. There’s no harm in asking right? You’ve been on plenty of trips with him before. The only difference was at least one other person was always around. This time it would just be the two of you. You purse your lips before letting air escape from your nostrils. Fuck it. The worst he could say is no, and even then that wouldn’t be so bad. Confident in your decision you curl up in the chair deciding to set an alarm just in case you fall asleep, but instead your mind wanders about all the different possibilities of this trip.

Before you know it your alarm is vibrating on the desk. You glance over to John before picking it up. He turns over, his hand dropping to the floor with a thud. He grunts running his other hand over his face before sitting up and looking over at you.

“Sleep well?” You ask standing up.

“It was good enough.” He never slept as well when you weren't near him, but he wouldn't admit it.

“I’m going to go grab some food if you want to come with me or I could bring you something back?”

“I was thinking we could go off base? I need a change of scenery.” He stands up and stretches, his shirt rides up slightly and you can’t help but stare. You realise what you're doing and shake your head. You then remember back to your proposal earlier. You’d ask during lunch.

“Sounds good. These grey walls do make me gloomy.” You joke walking out the door to head back to your room.

There's a cute little restaurant nestled in the outskirts of town. Vines of ivy adorn the building giving it a cozy feel, and on the inside the walls are filled with objects and photographs of families, celebrations and the annual foosball (or as your teammates would call it “table football”) champions. The floors creak as you walk to sit down in your usual spot. You smile up at the picture of John, Soap, Gaz and you grinning triumphantly with a little plastic trophy from the last time you were here.

“Feels like ages ago doesn’t it?” John smiles at you warmly.

“Yeah we should try to do it again at some point,” you look down at the menu even though you knew what you were getting. Now was a better time than any to ask, but why were you so nervous? You lick your lips putting your menu down,”Do you have any plans for leave?”

He shakes his head,”I was just going to go back home why?”

“I was thinking of heading back home myself, to the states. Thought you’d like to tag along this time. I could show you around, and if you really wanted to I could even take you to those touristy places. I’ve got ties to most of them so we might be able to see it without all the people.”

”I’d love that,” he grins, sipping his tea,”It’ll be interesting to see what the notorious Osprey did back in the day.”

See that wasn’t so bad.

The two of you continue talking and begin planning your trip. Before you leave you decide to go a round on the foosball table. Thankfully there isn't anyone in the room which you're grateful for. You can let loose for a bit.

You stand on your side of the table with your legs spread, knees bent and serious expression as you focus on the players. John smiles at the scene. He adores your competitiveness when it comes to these types of things.

"I know the stakes are high, but damn. You're going to bore a hole in the table before we even start." He laughs, placing the tiny ball in the middle of the table.

"I'm getting that cigar and there is no way you're getting into my sketchbook,"

They were silly stakes, but if you know John Price you know how important his cigars are to him. Your sketchbook was very dear to you. You brought it everywhere to capture moments and scenery. It was a way to ground yourself and remember the special moments, but no one was allowed to look at them.

"We'll see about that," he copies your stance with a smug grin.

You're the first to have the ball as you move from side to side trying to keep it. You make the shot and it gets clipped by one of John's players flinging it back to the middle.

You groan,"Oh come on."

He takes control of the ball as you're both yelling at the little players. After constantly going back and forth for about 15 minutes John scores. You swear under your breath.

"Best 2 out of 3?" You give him a toothy grin.

He put his hands on the ridge of the table leaning forward with a smug grin, "That'd mean doubling the stakes wouldn't it?"

"Ok, what do you want?" You cross your arms across your chest.

He leans back thinking. He smiles to himself before shaking his head, "I want you to take me fly fishing."

You drop your arms to your side chuckling, "I honestly thought you were going to put me on power washing duty or something,"

"I don't trust you or Soap with the power washer. Last time you both spent over an hour drawing in the concrete," he huffs shaking his head.

"We got it cleaned in the end didn't we?" You laugh, placing the ball back on the table,"Ok for my double or nothing, forget the cigar, if I win you have to shave your face," you grin with your hands behind your back.

He scoffs, running a hand over his beard,"No way. I'll give you a whole box of my cigars before I do that,"

"Oh come on, I thought you were confident in your foosball abilities?"

He pauses for a second,"You know, you're right. What am I worrying about?"

The table rattles as you both fling and twist the rods to take control of the ball. For a split second John glances at you taking in the scene. He loved little moments like these with you. It was like you were a different person. In the field you were cold and stern except when you were comforting someone, but here right now, you're relaxed and goofy and he loves every bit of it. He's thrown out of the trance when you start doing a little happy dance spinning around.

"Baby face Price here we come!"

He gives you a hearty laugh, "Don't get cocky now sweetheart. You just caught me off guard."

"Yeah sure sure. Whatever floats your boat Captain."

The next round lasts a little longer, but John manages to score the last shot.

"Ah I can't wait to see what masterpieces you keep hidden away," he smiled triumphantly.

You sneer trying to keep the smile off your face. You were secretly excited that he'd get to see your works. You just hope he likes them. You're bummed out that you wouldn't get to see the team's reaction when they saw their Captain without any facial hair though.

"Oh come on, cheer up. You'll have other opportunities. No one likes a sore loser," a mischievous grin grows on his face as he cautiously makes his way to you.

"Johnathan Price you better not," You point at him bracing yourself to make a run for it still trying to keep the smile off your face. He takes a bigger step than you anticipate and you yelp running to the other side of the room. It's a short chase, both of you laughing like a bunch of children before he cuts you off wrapping his arms around you tickling you. Oh how he loves hearing you giggle. It always warms his heart when he is graced with the sound.

Your giggles erupt from your chest as you flail your limbs trying to get him to stop.

He stops for a moment, "Forgot to ask, but do I need to get a can of worms for the fish too?" he grins, still holding you in his lap.

You roll your eyes laughing "No Neal you don't need worms, but be sure to bring sunscreen."

He raises his eyebrows, "Oh it's going to be that type of trip huh?"

You shove him laughing,"You're such an ass."

"Ouch right in the heart," He fains hurt making you roll your eyes again.

"Ah you'll live Captain," you joke leaning back away from him. You try to hide your grimace as you roll your shoulder.

"I completely forgot about your shoulder. Are you ok?"

You give a small laugh seeing how his expression did a 180 from mischievous to worried.

"Yes I'm ok, I did too honestly," you try to look at it.

He gently lifts the bandage,"Stitches still look good. Must have just irritated it," he gives you an apologetic smile.

"That's good. I'll take something for it tonight. Don't worry, I'll be alright." You stand up offering your hand, "Now what do you say we get out of here? It's karaoke night. Remember how much we love that?" You chuckle quietly remembering the time the two of you were drunk off your asses and decided to sing a duet to Elton John's "Don't Go Breaking My Heart."

He groans, "Oh god please let's get out of here before that starts." He takes your hand as he stands up, "We might have time to go to Knacker's. I haven't had any in ages."

"Can never say no to Knacker's."

The two of you walk hand in hand back to the truck. Neither of you want to let go, but you didn't want to admit it either. Once you reach Knacker's and get your custard you decide to take a stroll along the pier and down to the beach.

It was later in the evening now and the sun was starting to set. Some families were starting to pack up and others were enjoying the sunset. A stray football comes whizzing by, but John's quick thinking keeps it from going into the ocean. He smiles at the kid kicking it back. They pick it up with a grin and a 'thank you' as they run back to the group of kids playing. It was short and sweet, but seeing John with kids always made your heart flutter.

You find a place to sit and finish your custard. The sky was now a pinkish colour with hints of gold scattered across the sky.

"It's nice being able to just relax and be normal for a change you know?" You pulled your knees to your chest and rested your hands and chin on them.

"It is. Not very often we get to huh?"

He leans back on his hands, sighing.

It was silent for a bit before a thought came to your mind.

"Have you ever thought of retiring? From the military I mean."

"Not really. It's something I always thought I'd do until I can't. I would have liked to of settled down, but it's too late for that."

You look over at him with soft eyes, "I wouldn't say it's too late. You've still got time."

You see a distant flash of sadness in his eyes as he looks to the sky, but it quickly changes to that of a more joking expression to try and hide what he's really thinking,"I've got to find someone that can handle me," he nudges your shoulder playfully, "I can be quite the handful."

You laugh,"Oh I'm well aware of that trust me."

As the sun sets further below the horizon clouds begin to form and it starts to drizzle.

"I guess we should get going before the bottom falls out," you sigh.

John gives you a questioning and amused look, "Before what?"

"Before the bottom falls out?" You roll your eyes and laugh, "before it starts raining really hard."

"Between you and McTavish I can't keep up with your slang sometimes." He chuckles,"but I guess we should get going."

He stands up and offers his hand and you grab it hoisting yourself up. You make it to the truck to see that the parking lot is empty.

Before you get in you stop,"You know what I've always wanted to do?"

"What's that?"

"Dance in the rain. It's not lightning and no one's here." You grab your phone from your pocket and go to your dance playlist.

The rain is heavier now. Not too hard, but enough that your clothes are soaked. John leans against the hood of the truck and smiles in amusement and amazement at you watching as you dance around letting the music guide your movements. You look so free and happy.

He joins and the two of you dance and laugh until you accidentally bump into him almost making the two of you fall, but John catches you pulling you back to him. You're laughing hysterically while he's looking at you with a crinkle eye smile, "You're quite something you know that?"

It all felt so euphoric. All you can do is give him a dopey smile. It was then you realise how close he was to you and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

He looks at your lips and back up at you. He's about to lean down when a clap of thunder makes both of you jump back.

"I think that's our cue to get going." He internally curses at himself for suggesting it and losing his chance.

You chuckle as you nod and the both of you take off for the truck.

A cold shiver runs down your spine as the air comes on. You quickly turn the vent away from you and turn on the heated seat. You prop up against the window with your arm looking outside.

"Have you started packing yet?"

You look over at him, "Yeah I did last night. I still have a little bit to pack though. Why?"

"I have to talk with Laswell, but I do not want to spend another night on that God awful cot. Do you want to head back to my place after?"

"It would be nice to have an actual bed," You chuckle propping your elbow on the middle console, "I hope I'm dried by then because I'm about to freeze my ass off."

He chuckles, reaching behind him,"Take my jacket. It'll keep you warm."

You grab the jacket and put it on. The famous smell of cedar and cigars engulf you as you close your eyes and smile.

"Thank you."

"Don't take too much of a liking to it though. That's one of my favourites,"

"Mmm you're never getting this back. It's mine now," you tease, shrinking into your seat closing your eyes.

He chuckles, shaking his head. He admits he loves seeing you in his clothes. Something about it just made him feel so warm inside.

The ride back was quiet compared to on the way out. The silence was filled with the gentle patter of rain and the radio. John smiles over at you. Your hair was starting to curl up as it dried. Something you had complained about multiple times in the past, but he thought it was cute.

You're still asleep as you pull into base. John gently nudges you,"Alright Osprey, we're back."

You groan not wanting to move from the warm cocoon you had made yourself, but against your better judgement you open your eyes and take the jacket off placing it on the console for later. You hop out of the truck following John into the building.

"I'll come get you when I get out of the meeting with Laswell and then we can head out." He gives you a quick smile and you part ways as you head to your room to finish packing.

You decide to wait to change until you get to John's because you didn't want to have to change again so you instead opt to just add a beanie to tame your wild curls.

You swing your duffle bag over your good shoulder as you hear a knock at your door.

"Ready?"

You nod with a smile and follow him out to the truck. It's still pouring out so you have to make a run for the truck. Once inside you repeat your routine from earlier and curl up against the console.

As you get closer to his house he turns the radio down, "Have any idea what you want for dinner while we are out?"

"I've really been craving Chinese since we got back,"

"I know a great place. We'll get it to go and bring it home."

"Sounds like a plan. Can we please watch A River Runs Through It? I've been thinking about it all day," you say sheepishly. You've seen the movie at least a 1000 times, but it's easily your favourite movie because it reminds you of home.

"Yes we can." he laughs softly.

It didn't take long to order your food and head back to John's place. When you reach it you smile seeing the quaint little cottage that sat hidden away by the tall hedge fence and trees.

You have stayed here before many times, but never just you. You and Gaz usually stayed over after long missions, and others had been a couple of times. The whole 141 team had stayed after celebrating a little too much one night. There was only one guest room and the couch pulled into a bed, but everyone wanted the bed in the guest room. At one point all of you were piled in the guest room on the queen size bed which felt a lot smaller at the time. Soap was laid on top of Ghost and Gaz laid sprawled out over you and Ghost like a starfish. How you all managed to get a decent amount of sleep was beyond you.

"I'll get our bags and you get the food." The rain had picked up and you could barely see in front of you as you ran for the door behind John. Once inside you put the food on the counter and head down the hallway to the guest room to change. You take the beanie off ruffling your curly hair and decide to pull it into a high ponytail. You then change into one of your favourite hoodies and a pair of shorts and head back to the kitchen stopping by the washer to throw in your clothes and hang John's jacket up to dry.

"So when was the last time you were able to watch this movie?" He chuckles handing you your food as both head to the den.

"When I made y'all watch it actually. So about a year or two?" You sit on the couch cross legged eagerly waiting for the movie to start.

While watching the movie you point out little details and talk about how much Missoula had changed since the film came out. John loves watching movies with you because he loves hearing what is going on in your mind. He could tell how much this movie meant to you just by the way you talk about it.

As the ending credits roll you quickly wipe away stray tears that have managed to escape and try to cover them up, "I can take you to some of the spots they filmed at, but there may be quite a few people there this time of year. I know some secret spots too so either way we can enjoy ourselves."

"Wherever you go I'll follow." He gives you that signature smile.

You return it and yawn, "I think I'm going to turn in for the night," you pat his leg and stand up stretching, "I've had a lot of fun today though. Thank you for letting me goof around for a bit. I really needed that."

"Anytime, we all need to let loose sometimes." He gives you a warm smile.

You say your goodnights and head to the kitchen to throw your trash away before heading to bed.

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You wake up in a cold sweat panting as you frantically look around the room trying to figure out where you were. You lean back against the headboard and close your eyes to breathe, but all you see are their lifeless bodies. Those who you couldn't save. This last mission had really taken a toll on you as much as you hated to admit it. You understood you couldn't save everyone, but that didn't make it any easier when it happened. You wipe your hand over your face trying to hold back the tears and slide out of bed. You notice your shoulder is sticky and you touch it seeing your finger turn red.

"Oh fuckin' hell of course." You mumble to yourself sniffling as the tears are threatening to spill over. You walk over to your bag to grab your med kit and head to the bathroom. You shut the door and hop on the sink after turning on the light. A few of your stitches had broken and they needed to be fixed. You've had to do this many times, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell. You bite the inside of your lip concentrating on the stitching instead of the pain. You hit a particularly sensitive area that made you flinch and hit your head on the medicine cabinet making you exclaim a rather loud,"fuck."

You hear footsteps as you're finishing up the last couple of stitches and a knock at the door, "You okay in there?"

"Yeah I'm fine," Your voice was shaky and not very convincing. You finish off and go to bite the thread as the door opens.

You freeze. Your teeth are still on the thread. You must look ridiculous right now perched up on the sink like this, eyes bloodshot, hair in disarray.

"Wren, what the hell are you doing?" He very rarely used your real name, but when he did it usually meant he was concerned.

You laugh nervously and then bite the thread, "My stitches broke and I needed to fix them."

"What happened?" He reaches out to you but you flinch away. That's all he needs, to know exactly what happened, "You saw them again didn't you?" He spoke so softly as if any loud noises would scare you away. You just nod and the tears start falling as you start to shake. He gently wraps his arms around you and you cling to his shirt sobbing. It breaks John's heart seeing you like this. He wants nothing more than to take away all your nightmares and fears.

"Shh it's alright love, you're ok." He strokes your hair placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

You don't know how long you stay like that, but you're finally able to breathe again, "Thank you," Your voice barely audible as you pull back to look at him, "I'm sorry about your shirt by the way." You are eye level with him, something you're not used to.

"It's perfectly fine," he whispers chuckling, "Do you want to try to get some sleep?"

You nod and he helps you down. You feel so small behind him, his tall frame towering over you shielding you from anything that would come your way. You head back to your room with John and crawl up on the bed sitting up against the headboard. You didn't want to go to sleep just yet. You're too afraid of what you'll see.

John sits down on the edge of the bed and gently grabs your hand pulling you from your thoughts, "Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head, "There's not really much to talk about. It's the same thing over and over again. I'm just standing there watching..." you trail off not wanting to continue.

"But you didn't just stand there when it actually happened did you?" He takes your face into his hands. They're warm and rough, but gentle at the same time, "No, you fought and gave everything you had to try and save them. It's not your fault. Nobody blames you for what happened."

You lean into his touch and close your eyes as a few tears escape, "Thank you John. That means a lot coming from you."

He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your forehead, "I don't like seeing you so beside yourself like this. You know you can come to me if you ever need someone to listen."

"I know. I appreciate you saying that." You give him a small smile.

He stands up, but you instinctively grab his arm to stop him.

"Please don't go," you responded quietly.

He looks at you with soft eyes, "I'm just going to turn the lamp off." His voice was so soft it made you feel safe and at ease.

You let him go and he walks over to turn off the lamp and then climbs on the other side of the bed. You scoot over to him and lay your head on his chest. He wraps his arm around you as you feel yourself drifting off to sleep to the sweet sound of his heart beat.

'We're just friends right?' You both think to yourselves.

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Petrichor - Part 4

matty healy x reader (fluff) word count: 2.7k warnings: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes A/N: (moved from @cryley-fics where it was originally posted) Hello world! ♡ I am super excited for everyone to continue this mini-series. The part after this one will unfortunately be the last part, but I hope you all will enjoy it. Really loving the slow-burn vibes I have going on. Debating on whether or not to have a sequel after this one? Who knows ♡ ▹ masterlist ▹ part 1 ▹ part 2 ▹ part 3 ▹ part 4 ▹ part 5

My eyes fluttered open as my head pounded at my temples.

“Good morning Y/N.”

His voice was low and rough.

I was still curled up in the same position I fell asleep in. My arm was wrapped around his waist and my head was tucked into the nape of his neck. I noticed that our legs were intertwined and he was holding me close.

I smiled half asleep and hid my face in his neck, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Mhm.”

His thumb brushed back and forth over my temple to try and soothe my already worsening headache.

“Are you not hungover?”

“I hardly ever get hungover anymore,” he chuckled softly, “I guess it’s one of the few benefits of being constantly fucked up in my 20s.”

I nuzzled a little further into his neck taking in his scent. He was so warm and comforting. I could feel his heartbeat speed up a bit as I got closer.

“Would you like some breakfast? Some tea may help your hangover.”

“That would be absolutely amazing,” I mumbled through a smile.

I was confident that hot tea would definitely help my hangover, but I really didn’t want him to leave the bed.

“You’ll have to let me go in order for me to call room service.” His arms wrapped around me a bit tighter as he chuckled.

I groaned before eventually rolling off of him. I immediately felt cold without his touch.

He smiled and ran his fingers through his loose curls. God, I could study him for hours. The covers slid off of his bare torso as he began to make his way to the phone. My heartbeat deepened after only remembering now that he wasn’t wearing any pants. His tight black boxer briefs hugged him perfectly.

I reached over to grab my phone as he fumbled through the hotel booklets.

10:00 am

I navigated to my photos to select a few favourites from the show last night. I didn’t take many, as I was too focused on singing along and dancing, but I managed to grab a few good shots.

“Anything good?” Matty sat down on the bed next to me peering over at my phone.

“A couple. Helped to have a good view of the stage.” I smiled, “Thank you again, Matty, for yesterday.”

“You don’t need to thank me all the time, Y/N.” He stood back up and shuffled his feet over to his folded pile of clothes.

He pulled his pants on, but the shirt remained on the dressing table.

“What do you guys have planned today?”

“We have the day off, so probably a nice dinner with everyone, and sometimes I explore shops around the city during the day.” He grabbed his phone from the end table and chuckled.

“What’s funny?” I raised my eyebrow.

He turned his phone to face me.

On the home screen, I could see message notifications from what seemed to be a group chat.

Ross

Well I guess Matty ended up staying with Y/N last night.

George

I told you Hann

Hann

Yeah yeah

I blushed and smiled.

“Would you like to explore with me today?” He sat back down next to me and sat cross-legged to face me.

A smile crept up to my face. I can’t believe he wants to spend more time with me.

“I know the area decently well. There’s a good record store somewhat close to here next to a nice park. I guess tagging along could be to your benefit.” I smiled and sat up to face him.

His squinted eyes formed wrinkles at the side of his face as he smiled, “Perfect.”

His hand reached out to grab mine. Our fingers were soon enough interlaced in one another’s.

“Y/N…” his voice trailed off.

My eyes stared into his. It was hard to believe that I completely forgot about my crippling headache while in his company. He made all of my thoughts disappear. I pictured him crawling into my brain and shaking it around like an etch-a-sketch.

His voice crackled slightly, “After we finish the tour, would you join me in London for a date?”

I had to muster all of the power left in me to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.

“Matty, I would love to, but I don’t know if the plane tickets-“

“Don’t worry about those,” he cut me off, “I’ll book the flight.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. I didn’t like the idea of him buying me an expensive flight, but I know he wouldn’t let me refuse just because of that. “There’s nothing I would love more than a date with you.”

His thumb rubbed softly on the side of my hand. My eyes darted up to meet his. His beautiful brown eyes were illuminated and complimented with his lips curled into a sweet smile.

A sudden knock sounded on the door.

“That must be our tea.”

Matty stood up from the bed leaving my hand lonely once again.

He soon returned with a large tray in hand. He carefully placed the tray on the table in the corner of the room before choosing a seat for him to settle into.

He gestured for me to come over and join him as he began to pour two cups of hot water from the provided kettle, “After this would you like to give me a tour of the spots you mentioned earlier?”

I nodded and made my way over to the table. My head started to pound now that I was standing up. I carefully sat down at the table as my eyes scanned the array of different tea choices.

“If you want a change of clothes, your bag of merch should be with my things on the bus or you can take your pick of my sweaters.” Matty winked in my direction as he buttered a piece of toast.

“Sure. We could head there after we finish eating.”

I grabbed a random bag of black tea to submerge in my cup.

“You know,” He sipped his tea, “you looked gorgeous last night. I don’t remember if I told you.”

My face started to get hot. I couldn’t decide if it was the heat from my drink, the compliment, or both.

“I mean you’re also gorgeous just like this too.” He stumbled his words a bit.

“It’s okay,” I chuckled as I grabbed a croissant, “I know what you mean. Thank you, Matty. You’re not too bad yourself.”

He shook his head but looked to be secretly giving a smug grin.

The conversation flowed gracefully through different topics as we ate our array of baked goods, fruit, and tea. My looming headache started to weaken. I was surprised by how much he made me giggle uncontrollably. I wasn’t surprised that he looked to be happy that I found him funny.

“Ready to go?” a mess of brown curls peeked into the bathroom doorway.

I turned off the faucet, “I’m ready.”

He opened the door, ushering me ahead of him, and closed the room behind.

Exiting the lift, we made our way over to where the buses were parked near the venue. It was still pretty cold and cloudy. Looked like rain again.

Matty shoved a cigarette between his lips. He let the smoke naturally fall out of his mouth as we walked. His natural pace was pretty fast, but I managed to keep up.

“Hey!” Matty protested as I placed the recently stolen cigarette between my lips.

“Not my fault that you keep your cigarettes out in the open for me to steal.”

His arms appeared from behind and wrapped around my waist squeezing as he lifted me off the ground. All I could do is laugh and try to keep the cigarette steady so it wouldn’t fall onto the pavement.

“It’s mine!” He laughed as he playfully spun me around.

My feet finally reunited with the ground and I passed the cigarette back to him. He winked, placing it back between his lips, but his left hand must have forgotten to let go of my waist.

Hand still on my waist, he led me towards the door of the bus.

“Oi, Lovebirds!” a low voice called from inside the bus, “Come here.”

Entering the bus, we were met with 4 familiar faces seated on couches opposite each other. The bus was surprisingly very clean. I had imagined their tour bus would have been trashed, but maybe that was just a more accurate vision of their earlier days as a band. The only clutter around appeared to just be a couple of dishes sitting in the sink of the small kitchenette.

“Do either of you need anything from the shop?” George peered up at us, taking a break from the screen of his laptop.

Matty shook his head no. I realized that he was still holding my waist. The boys also noticed.

“Nice to see you again Y/N” Jamie smiled, but his eyes met Matty’s instead of mine.

I blushed and fidgeted with the zipper of my hoodie.

“Hah Hah” Matty mocked the intermittent laughs around the room, “We just slept, so get over yourselves.”

Adam rolled his eyes, “Sure, mate. Whatever you say.” He pointed at Matty’s hand.

He shrugged and removed his hand. I wish he hadn't.

“I’m going to grab Y/N’s bag from the back and we are going exploring. She said she’d show me around before dinner.” He gestured for me to follow him as he headed back to what I assumed was the bunk area.

“You’re welcome to join us for dinner, Y/N.” Adam offered with a smile.

The boys all loved joking with Matty, but I could tell when any of them spoke to me they were nothing but sweet and genuine.

“I would love that actually, thank you so much, Adam.”

I followed the mess of brown curls to a much smaller area that was void of boys. He reached into what I am assuming is his bunk and pulled out a familiar blue tote bag.

“This is yours. Not sure if you wanted a change of clothes, but I’m sure there are a lot of good choices in there.” He winked as he handed me the bag filled with the merch George gave me last night.

“Uh, yeah. Is there somewhere I can change really quick?” I visually searched in the bag for an idea.

He ushered me into a small bathroom off to the side for me to change into the first top I grabbed from the bag. I pulled a black 1975 crewneck on and stuffed my black tank top and jumper in the tote to replace it.

He looked to have changed clothes too. He was now wearing blue jeans and a black distressed sweater over a white undershirt. A cozy choice for a rainy cold day.

“Beautiful,” Matty smirked looking me up and down.

I held out my arms, “Yeah, I like the sweater a lot.”

“I wasn’t talking about the sweater, love.” He winked and bit a small portion of his lower lip.

Before I could even think about reacting to the comment he just made, I was pulled away and back out into the front of the bus. I tried to hide the redness of my face, but of course, I was unsuccessful.

“We’ll see you all later for dinner!” Matty waved at the others as he pulled me out of the bus with the other hand.

“Thank you all for inviting me! I’ll see you later.” I managed to blurt out while passing quickly by.

Once outside and a couple of meters away from the bus, Matty spun around to face me, “Ok. Where to first?”

“You sir can follow me now.” I took his hand in mine and started to pull him in the direction of the parking garage.

I couldn’t tell if the little eyebrow raise he did was because I was now the one pulling him around or because I called him sir.

The next 20 minutes were spent trying to convince him that I wasn’t THAT bad at driving. He seemed to enjoy playfully bickering with me during the short drive, but it was alright because I loved every second of being in his presence and was able to jokingly defend my skills.

I parked my small car in the lot next to the shops and proceeded to lead Matty by the hand. He smiled as I took the initiative to place his hand in mine. He seemed to enjoy being in my presence as well.

We walked into the small record store that I’d repeated many times during my late teenage years. Matty’s face seemed to light up as he scanned his surroundings. The store was very narrow with a row of record boxes on either side, but a unique thing about the store was the spiral staircase leading to a 2nd story of many more record aisles.

“Are you ready to lose me for an hour?” Matty chuckled as he immediately started searching through the box closest to him.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, matching his movements in the box opposite him, “It’s alright. I expected as much.”

He was very accurate with his guess because just under an hour later, we emerged from the store hand in hand. This time, Matty had a large tote hanging off his shoulder containing a couple of vinyls he had secured from the many boxes he sorted through.

“Where to now?” Matty pulled out a cigarette.

Before he could close the box, I stole one for myself, “I figured we could go to the park across the street and then stop back at my place before dinner. I need a shower before I go anywhere nice.”

“I would love to see your place!”

I nervously scanned my brain trying to recall the state my apartment was in before I left for the show. I’m pretty sure I remembered to clean it the night before.

We sat down at a nice bench under a grouping of trees. It was a large bench, but he sat as close to me as humanly possible leaving 75% of the bench empty.

“So,” I bumped my shoulder lightly into his, “Where are you taking me in London?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smirked behind the puff of smoke, “It might be a multi-day thing, so I guess prepare yourself for a long trip.”

“Oh?”

“Well, It depends on how well the date goes.” His smirk morphed into a larger cheeky smile.

I smiled and gave a small shake of my head, “Well Matty, you better get ready for the best date you’ve ever had.”

He flirtily raised his eyebrow. His deep brown eyes stared directly into mine as he leaned his face a bit closer. The closeness of his face to mine wasn’t something new, but I didn’t feel used to it yet. He was too good at this eye contact game. I felt like in the last two days of speaking to Matty, he hardly ever broke eye contact with me. There was an intense intimacy and sincerity to it.

We sat in silence for a bit studying each other. His curls were still a bit messy from last night. He didn’t seem to care at all. The deep brown eyes were accessorized with small pale blue bags underneath from his lack of sleep. Light stubble poked through his skin decorating his sharp jaw. The smoke from his cigarette swept across his face as a smile emerged on his lips. He was beautiful.

“Shall we go?” I regretfully broke the silence first.

He blinked his eyes as if to break himself out of a trance.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He smiled sweetly and wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked back to my car.

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thisismysecondrodeo · 2 years

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"This Means the World to Me" Part 2

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You woke up with only a little bit of a headache and a smile on your face like you had been having an excellent dream. You couldn’t remember the details but all you wanted to do was slip back into it. You had just closed your eyes when you remembered yesterday HAD happened and you shot upright to check the time.

7 am. Saturday. Thank god you were always an early riser when you’d been drinking. And…two texts from an unknown number.

Unknown: Looking forward to some good old fashioned American soccer, Y/N? [Link] 😉 - 12:30 am

Unknown: Still down to go? - 15 minutes ago

Jesus you couldn’t believe you had left Jason on read but you had been several drinks past sober at that time of night. You also couldn’t believe Jason had gone to sleep thinking of you and maybe woke up thinking of you too. You thought about teasing him, asking who it was and how they got this number but you knew it was some combination of Sasha and James. Besides it was too early for fooling around, not when everything felt this light and giddy.

Y/N: Fell asleep trying to decide whether I should support the local team or follow my heart [Picture]. Thoughts?

You sent a picture of the local team jersey on a hanger next to your Roy Kent AFC Richmond jersey

Jason: Wow… not a Lasso fan, huh? Go local we’ll match

You sent a laughing emoji and decided to leave it there before your wit ran out. Besides, “we’ll match” had your hands shaking it was so sweet. You sat your phone down and went to the bathroom, looking at yourself hard in the mirror. It was time to have a little come-to-Jesus moment.

Were you attracted to Jason? Yes, of course.

Was he attracted to you? You thought back through the events of last night, his thumb wiping a tear from your cheek, his reaction when you made a flirty joke…you decided it was a maybe. An incredibly unlikely maybe, but not a complete no.

If he wanted to sleep with you…would you go for it? You weren’t usually one for one night stands, but you had had a couple and this seemed like special circumstances. So…yeah you think you would.

If he wanted to date you…? You laughed at just the thought. It didn’t seem likely, and it certainly didn’t seem worth it to deny yourself sleeping with the man of your dreams in hopes it became something more. Besides, he was 20 years your senior with 2 kids, it didn’t seem like a romance written in the stars. But still, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like, what he would be like as a boyfriend. Jesus, you rolled your eyes at yourself, for all you know he’s a fucking dick. But even as you thought it, you didn’t believe it. He had shown up for you after all. He hadn’t let you down.

A few hours later you were getting out of your Uber at the stadium, texting Jason that you were here as you walked to find your seat. Of course the seats were excellent, close to the field and the supporter section, but Jason was nowhere to be found. You looked around for James too, assuming of course that this was not a real date and his assistant was probably there, but you shrugged finding yourself alone and took a quick selfie. As soon as you brought your phone down you got a text.

Jason: Whatcha drinking?

Y/N: Blue moon?

Jason: Coming up!

You posted your selfie on your instagram story and Willa immediately dm’d you.

Willa: Where’s your husband?!!

You laughed quietly to yourself, but heard footsteps behind you and put your phone away before you could respond.

“What’s so funny?”

“The fact that I’m here right now I suppose,” you smiled and looked up at him and saw him carrying a whole load of things: Two beers held in one large hand, a container of popcorn tucked under his arm and a paper basket of nachos balanced on top of a paper basket of chicken tenders that he was holding tightly against his chest. “Oh jesus, let me help you,” you rushed to stand up taking a beer and the stack of paper baskets from him as he fell into the seat next to you. “Yeah I mighta over did it,” he chuckled. It was still early so sections were only just beginning to fill in around you. You glanced around again for James when Jason caught your eye.

“Expecting someone?” His eyes crinkled as he said it, his dimple appearing just on the side of his mustache and you tamped down the overwhelming urge to press your thumb to it. Looking at him directly was difficult, like looking at the sun, but you thought you were getting used to it.

“Yeah I’ve actually got this hot date…” You smirked at him, ready to lay your cards on the table.

“Oh yeah? What’s he look like maybe I can help you find him.”

You looked him over, eyes never leaving his body while you answered, “oh well, he’s about 6 feet tall or so, dark hair, dark eyes, incredibly handsome. Great taste in shoes.”

Jason chuckled and looked around playfully, “I hate to break it to you, but that could be just about anybody.”

“Oh no,” you responded with mock seriousness, “see this guy is distinct, he’s got this great mustache…” you laughed. Jason grinned, offering you some popcorn.

“What about you,” you said, before trying and failing to cram too much popcorn in your mouth. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him watch you. “Got a date?”

“Oh,” he responded quickly, “I certainly did.” You tried to hold your face steady at the past tense, no sign that you were thinking of anything other than bantering back and forth. “But then I saw you doing your best impression of a chipmunk and decided to ditch her, stick with you instead.” You laughed and nearly choked on a popcorn kernel, chugging your beer to cover your embarrassment as the game began.

You thought it might be awkward with no one to moderate your feelings or to distract when you felt yourself gawking. But you quickly felt at ease next to him, watching the game with true interest. Every once in a while he’d lean over and tell you something he had learned about soccer on Ted Lasso, or comentate on the game but for the most part the two of you just passed snacks back and forth and took it all in. You offered to go get another round of drinks at the half and he argued a little but acquiesced. As soon as you were out of his eyesight you responded to Willa, he was getting snacks!!! Willa sent you a rather inappropriate gif and you were glad you had walked away from Jason before you messaged her.

Upon your return you saw the camera was moving around the stadium to the audience which was always fun, but a little nervewracking as you realized it would assuredly swing to Jason. Everyone would be pumped to know Ted Lasso was here. You sat back down in your seat and he slung an arm around the back of your chair, not touching your body, but you felt held all the same. It sent a rush of warmth through you that you blamed on the overpriced beer.

Just as you turned to ask if the stadium knew he was here, there was a familiar Mumford and Sons riff and his face on the big screen. They were playing the Ted Lasso theme. You knew you had just been caught gazing at him adoringly when he pointed up for you to wave and you looked at your own embarrassed face on the massive screen. You thought he might move his arm but he didn’t, left it draped over your chair as he saluted the screen and it finally, finally swung away to the field as play resumed. If Jason felt some sort of way about being publically seen with you, he didn’t say anything. And considering you weren’t a celebrity by any means, no one would assume it was a date anyway, so maybe it was okay if you both relaxed into this a little.

To put the cherry on top of the already perfect sundae that was your day spent with Jason, the local team won and the spirit of the stadium was palpable.

“So,” Jason said, “we watched some soccer. Fantastic soccer that it was. But I didn’t really get to ask you any of my burnin’ questions.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware you had ‘burnin’ questions’,” you put on his accent hoping to get a smile from him, and you were pleased when it was successful. “I know we just had a shit ton of snacks but how about some dessert? We can walk and talk, I’m an open book.”

“Sounds great,” he responded, guiding you through the crowd teeming out of the stadium with a gentle hand on your lower back. You clocked it, and catalogued the touch to talk about with Willa later, but you were impressed that his star power was affecting you less. It did still feel romantic, however, so the butterflies in your stomach fluttered just the same.

You were leading him to an ice cream place a few blocks away and Jason starts in on the questions about writing. Some of them you felt were just him humoring you—after all he was a writer himself—but he assured you that television writing was much different than a novel. He asked detailed questions about your characters and where your ideas came from, and he seemed tickled when you told him about ideas you had that hadn’t made it in the book.

Conversing over ice cream was easy and thankfully you were much more comfortable meeting his gaze when he locked eyes with you. Talking about your writing transitions into talking about your family and your life and you asked after his. Some of the answers you knew, but you pretended like you didn’t because it was easier that way. You hoped it was easier for him too, that it also felt natural to be strolling aimlessly eating ice cream together like he wasn't a celebrity. Yours coffee, his strawberry. Every once in a while, you snuck in a compliment or told him about your favorite things he’s done, the way his clever humor impacted your writing, but you tried not to overdo it. And every once in a while he got noticed by a stranger and happily stopped for a picture or autograph.

“I don’t understand autographs,” you said after another stranger walked away from the two of you. You finished your ice cream cone and wiped your hands, and Jason followed suit, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“You just had a book signing,” he responded with amusement.

You laughed, “I know. That’s what makes it worse. There’s something a little strange about giving someone something they want when you don’t know why they want it, but it's tradition I guess.”

“Is it that different than a picture?”

“Well yeah, people want a picture with you because you’re hot.”

He laughed and shrugged, “So you’re saying you don’t want my autograph?”

“I gotta be honest here,” you chuckled, “I do not want your autograph.”

“Well what if I wanted a picture?”

You stiffened wondering if he was really implying what it sounded like he was implying. Did he think you were hot? Or was he just teasing? It was taking too long for you to respond and you glanced up at him to see him waiting patiently, no hint in his face that he knew how what he said affected you. It was late afternoon now, almost evening and the setting sun made his eyes look almost gold.

“Alright,” you smile at him, "if you insist," not thinking he’d meant it, but he slipped his phone from his pocket and leans back, so both of you fit in the frame the warm light hitting you both. You couldn’t help but think you looked good together, despite the age difference. Your own phone buzzed and you checked it quickly to see Willa invited you to a bar. She wanted to get all the details about Jason with no idea that you were still hanging out with him. You could just imagine the squeals she’d be emitting when she found out.

“Need to go?”

“Go? I’m your tour guide! I go when you do. How long are you in town?”

“My flight out is tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh! So what’s your plan for the evening?”

He winked at you. “You’re the tour guide.”

“Well my friend Willa invited me for drinks—”

“Oh, I don’t want to hold you. I can entertain mys—”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come with? I know being a celebrity probably makes shit hard, so if that’s not your scene I totally get it. But I can tell my friends not to be weird.”

“I’d love to meet your not weird friends,” he smiled at you.

You laughed at and lead the way.

AN: I promise its only going to get sexier from here (thought I've never written smut so we're probably talking a teen rating but I'll do my best haha) Also I've never seen this laughing JS gif before, if anyone knows where its from let me know! And seriously, thanks to anyone who reads my JS brainrot it makes me feel like I'm not alone in this obsession <3

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discopizza86 · 2 years

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Hello Stranger pt 2

“I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you”

Joseph Quinn x femme reader

A/N: takes place pretty much right where part 1 left off.

Contains: drinking, smoking, soft smut (is that even a thing?), slight angst, tons of fluffy goodness.

Tag list: @kellysimagines

I do not give permission for my work to be posted onto other sites, but feel free to like and reblog it here. It makes my day :)

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The morning light creeped through the patio window causing you to stir in your bed. The soft sunlight bouncing off of your sleepy face nearly demanded you roll over towards the empty space next to yours. The spot occupied only hours before seemed so empty, but his smell remained. Your lips still swollen from the memory of his mouth on yours. A memory you would happily revisit over and over. Glimpses of the night before replay in your mind. His hands in your hair, his breath in your ear. Stealing kisses in between laughing and falling asleep in his arms, with your face nuzzled into his neck. Sleepiness has only left you with a vague memory of a kiss on the cheekbone, and a whisper of “I don’t want to leave” when the sun began to rise. Stretching, you reach your hand to glide over the pillowcase that was recently occupied. Your hand skims the soft cotton until it feels something out of place. A piece of paper.

You sit up in bed, eyes focusing on the handwritten note. The hotel stationary and the familiar handwriting cause your heart to skip a beat.

“Good morning, Darling. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. Last night was without a doubt one of the best nights I’ve ever had. I’ve put my number in your phone. Give me a call - xo Joe”

You smile to yourself and and toss the duvet off of you. The sunbeams shining brilliantly off of the cream colored bedding. With a final stretch, you start to walk to the bathroom and a sudden thought causes you to slightly panic. You haven’t checked in with your best friend since coming back to the hotel yesterday evening and you were due to checkout together in a few hours. Before you make it to the bathroom, there is a knock at the door.

As if right on cue, you open the door to Jane holding two cups of coffee. “Well hello sleepyhead! You missed out on a pretty good time last night.” She says to you while holding out your latte.

“Oh yeah? What did you get into?” You ask anxiously while taking a big sip of your drink, nearly burning your tongue.

“I made some friends yesterday, and it turned out that they are staying at this hotel too. We were at the bar downstairs until like 2 am! God, I don’t even want to look at tequila again for a long time.”

“I’m sorry I missed it! I was tired. I just had a quiet night in and fell asleep” you said while the guilt you felt about withholding the nights true events from your dear friend was bubbling right beneath the surface.

Jane looks over the room and you excuse yourself to go take a shower. While lathering and rinsing, you try to think of a way to broach the subject of Joe. While you wanted to keep the time you spent with him sacred, you knew that you could trust Jane. You wrap yourself in a towel and make your way out of the bathroom to your waiting friend.

“Hmm, so who’s this ‘Joe’ that was here with you last night?” Jane asks while arching an eyebrow and smirking.

Like a deer in the headlights, you stop in your tracks and slightly gasp at her holding his note. “Seems like we both had a good night! Where did you meet him? Here at the hotel?”.

“I met him yesterday, at the convention center.”

“Really? I didn’t see you talking to any…” the realization crosses her face and her eyes become enlarged “OH. MY. GOD!!!”

“Shhh!” You hiss. “I don’t think the people across town heard you”. You say with a laugh. Jane grabs you by the hands and pulls you to the bed.

“It all happened so quickly.” You explain to her. You go over in detail about the original note that was passed to you and what led you the two of you back to your room. You give her a condensed version of how the night transpired, wanting to keep the nuances to yourself.

“So, did you guys..umm…?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. You were fooling yourself if you thought you could escape this conversation without divulging some dirty details. “We didn’t. It was perfect just the way it was.”

You get up from the bed and walk to the nightstand to retrieve your phone. Even though you were just with him hours before, you can’t help but feel a little nervous as you scroll through your contacts looking for him. Your thumb hovers over his name before you work up the nerve to tap on it.

“Good morning, Gorgeous”, Joe says after the second ring. “Did you sleep well?”

“Very well. How about you?”

“I would’ve liked to have slept in with you, but overall, amazing.” Between his low talking and the smile in his voice, you feel your cheeks begin to heat.

“I wish you could’ve stayed too. You didn’t miss much. Just a shower and coffee. What are you up to right now?”

“I’m in the car on the way to an interview, but wishing I was there for the shower and coffee.”

You giggle and throw a look over your shoulder to Jane. She’s skillfully pretending to read a magazine. “I wish you were here too.”

“I really want to see you. Do you have plans for this evening?”

“Well, my friend Jane is here. We are getting ready to check out of the hotel and head home. What did you have in mind?”

“There is a party that I have to attend, but I was wondering if you would like to go as well? You can bring Jane with you. It’ll just be press and some industry people.”

“Are you sure it’s okay if we come? I’m sure you’re going to be busy and I don’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m not going to lie, it may be a little nuts there and we won’t get quite as much time alone, but I’m just dying to see you. Please say yes.”

“Yes. We’d love to come.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Jane’s head quickly swivel in your direction.

“Fantastic! I’ll be counting down the hours. Text me your address and I’ll send a car to bring you both.”

You exchange sweet goodbyes and you turn your attention to Jane, who looks like she is bursting at the seams with intrigue.

“Looks like you and I will be going to a party tonight.”

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The sun is setting and your small apartment is filled with the warm glow of orange and pink. Jane rings the doorbell and you quickly buzz her in before dashing back into your room.

“I’ll be right out!” You yell from your bedroom. You apply the finishing touches to your makeup, and smooth your hands down the silky black fabric of your dress. After putting on your heels, you make your way to the living room.

“Who is this bombshell and what has she done with my best friend?!” Jane say while peering from the kitchen and taking you all in.

“Is it too much?”

“Not at all! You look stunning.”

“Thank you! You look so gorgeous. God, I’m so nervous”

“Hey, Joe clearly likes you. Let’s just relax and enjoy.” She says while handing you a small glass of red wine.

“To new friends?”

“To new friends.” Jane says while clinking glasses with you. Just as you finish your drinks, you hear your doorbell ring. Peeking out onto the fire escape, you see the familiar sight of a black SUV. You and Jane are greeted by the driver, who ushers the two of you into the backseat. Jane nervously giggles at the pageantry of it all and squeezes your hand as you make your way to the party.

It was the shortest and longest ride of your life. Short because of your anxiousness about how the party was going to go, and long because you couldn’t wait to be with Joe again.

The sun had long set when you stepped out of the car. The indigo sky and cooler air greeted you as you made your way inside the building. Small round tables to stand at decorated the room from end to end, with a bar off to the side. Slowly you make your way through the crowd of people and find a table on the other side of the room. A waitress with champagne walks by, and you and Jane each take a glass. Nervously sipping, and shifting your eyes to look for the only other familiar face you would know. You were nearly done with your drink when you see your phone light up. Looking down, you see you have a message from Joe.

“It should be illegal to look that good.”

Your eyes dart up and look around the room to see where he is. After a few seconds you find him. He meets your gaze and the both of you exchange smiles. Shyly he casts his eyes to the ground before looking up to finish his conversation with the handful of people that were standing across from him.

With some liquid courage, you agree to walk around the room and mingle with the other guests. You’re so thankful to have Jane with you. She has always been the more outgoing of the two of you and refuses to be a wallflower. With the party in full swing, the main lights were lowered and replaced by the romantic glow of thousands of fairy lights and paper lanterns on each table. The dimness of the room almost making it hard to see the stolen glances that passed between you and Joe. Each one becoming more desperate to be near each other.

He was a few yards away with what you assumed to be members of his team. They hung back a little while they pushed him towards groups of journalists and photographers. You met eyes with a member of his security, who smiled and gave you a small wave, remembering you from the day before. When you return his wave, you see a woman off to the side of Joe notice the exchange. The questions on her face weren’t hard to read. Her eyes slightly narrowed and she leaned over to whisper something to the guard and he replied with a short reply and a nod in your direction. Her eyes never leaving you for the duration of their exchange.

“Well, she is fucking scary” you think to yourself while taking a big sip of your newly replaced glass of champagne. Jane turns her head from the conversation she was and watches as you quickly drain your glass. “You okay?” She asks, unaware of what just transpired. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You say to her while giving a small reassuring smile. “I’m just going to slip outside for a few minutes. You can stay, I won’t be gone long”. She smiles and gives your hand a squeeze while you turn and make your way to the door.

Their was a slight chill to the air, but it was a welcome relief. That woman’s frosty gaze replayed over and over in your mind. You reach into your clutch and draw out a cigarette. Leaning your back against the brick wall, you take your first puff, casting your eyes up towards the sky.

“Alone at last.” Joe says making his way to you. Pushing yourself off of the wall, you walk to meet him. Without a moments pause, he pulls you close and places a kiss on your neck, inhaling your scent. “I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He says softly while pulling back to look in your eyes. “How are you tonight, my Darling?” Hearing the “my” he added to the pet name made your heart want to sing.

You place your free hand on the back of his neck and lean in so your noses touch. “I’m wonderful” you whisper. He breathes a little laugh and gives you a gentle kiss on the lips. You lift your cigarette and offer it to him. He takes it from you and pulls you to stand against the wall with him, away from any curious eyes. You pass the cigarette back a forth a couple times, and chat about your day. His hand is on your hip, skimming over the gentle fabric of your dress. “I’m so happy you’re here with me” he says, his eyes becoming warmer. “You’re all I’ve thought about today” he confesses, a shy smile playing on his lips.

“I’ve wanted to be with you all day. I’m happy you came to find me.” You lean up and kiss the stubble along his jaw, his face leaning in to meet your lips. “I was a little afraid all we would share were looks from across the room.”

He places his forehead against yours before dipping his head down to kiss your bare shoulder. It was at this moment that you realize the two of you had company. The woman from inside was standing nearby with her eyes on the two of you. You aren’t sure what or how much she had witnessed, but judging by the disapproving look she gave you, you knew it was enough.

“Hey, who’s that?” You ask Joe, tilting your chin in her direction. “Oh, that’s Elise. She’s part of my management team” he says while he gives your hip a light squeeze. “I better head back in before more people come looking for me. I’ll see you inside, love” he says kissing your hair and pulling away to walk back into the party.

You’re about to follow suit, when Elise begins walking towards you. “Hi, do you have a minute?” She asks you. You’re heart is beating a mile a minute wondering what she has to say to you. Shaking your hand, she introduces herself. She goes over her role in Joe’s life and offers you a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I see that you and him have spent some time together. Know that I don’t object to you as a person, but I have to advise against it. It’s just not the right time for him.” You stand there staring at her in utter disbelief for what seemed like eternity but was probably just a few seconds. “I’m sorry, but he’s a grown man. I don’t see how it’s your business what goes on between he and I.” She takes a small step closer to you and crosses her arms. “Joe is my business. A girlfriend will just complicate things. We need him to stay focused. I’m sorry, but this attachment is over. I’m sure he will feel the same as I do once we discuss it.” She turns and briskly walks back inside before you can offer a rebuttal.

You stay back and try to manage the lump that has formed in your throat, but fail. Hot tears roll down your cheeks while you reach into your bag for your phone. “Jane, I need to get out of here” you choke out. Within minutes she is by your side and walking towards the waiting car outside. The air suddenly feeling colder as you clutch your arms around yourself. Once inside the car, you let yourself go to pieces. Your friend holding your hand the entire way back to your place.

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Jane doesn’t argue when you reach your apartment door and tell her you’d like to be alone. With a kiss on the cheek, she bids you goodnight.

Trudging up the stairs to your apartment begin to feel better. Still devastated over what happened, but better being in the confines of your own space. You kick off your heels before taking a look at your phone. You hadn’t noticed the text alert from Joe that was nearly an hour old.

“Where are you?”

Those three words unleashed a fresh batch of tears. You were sure that Elise had talked to him by now. Putting your phone down, you made your way to the kitchen. You didn’t respond to him, because honestly, your heart couldn’t take it. After pouring yourself a glass of wine, you bring it out with you onto the fire escape. You sip it as you look up at the moon and stars, the chilly night air blowing through your hair. Sitting in the dark, under the starlight, you are able to reflect on the last couple days. The way you made each other laugh, how his hands molded perfectly to the shape of your face, the way you both seemed to relax into each other. You didn’t care about the fanfare that came with being with someone like him. You just wanted him.

As you take the last sip of your wine, you hear the sound of a car door shutting on the street below. Looking over the railing, you see Joe wave off his driver and dash to your door. You jump to your feet as he frantically rings the doorbell. You buzz him in, and with your heart in your throat, you open the door. He raced up the stairs, taking no time at all. He collided with you as you barely breath out his name.

“Joe…”

He instantly puts his hands up on either side of your face, pushing you backwards through your door while his lips crash into yours. The desperation in his kiss lighting a fire inside you. He extends his leg back and closes the door with a swift kick. He pulls away to look you in the eyes. Placing a hand on his chest to push him away, his pleading brown eyes bear down into yours. “I’m so sorry baby. So fucking sorry. Please, please don’t think for a minute that this isn’t what I want.” His thumbs swipe away a tear from your cheek. “Joe, is she right though. Is this wrong? I won’t have you getting into trouble because of me…” you say while choking back the stream of tears that threaten to spill over. He cuts you off quick, redirecting your hand to place it over his heart which is pounding in his chest. “Hey, look at me. She doesn’t get to decide for me. I know what I want, and it’s you. I’ve been in trouble since the moment I first saw you” he said with his eyes burning with intensity.

With that, you don’t need any more words. He was yours and you were his. With your hand on his heart, you grasp the fabric of his shirt and pull him to you. You snake your arm around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands sliding down your dress to feel your every curve, reaching around to grip your ass. He kicks off his shoes while you peel off his jacket, all while his lips never leave yours. Making quick work of undoing the buttons on his shirt, he tosses it to the ground. He bends down to kiss the swell of your breasts while unzipping the back of your dress, letting it fall from your frame onto the floor. He braces your fall onto the bed by keeping his arm at your lower back. Nearly crawling, he drags you up so that your head is on the pillow. His hands tracing down your body and stopping at the dampness on the fabric of your panties. “Don’t take your eyes off of me” he whispers against your lips before sitting up to remove his pants and underwear before turning back to you. Sliding his hands up your thighs, he grips onto the waistband of your panties and pulls them down and tosses them to the floor. Desperate to feel his lips back on yours, you pull him back on top of you. He aligns himself with your opening and begins to push in causing you to gasp at the fullness. “Look at me, baby” he says, pulling your hands above your head, interlocking his fingers with yours while hungrily driving himself into you. The slow burn of the sweet and steady pace causes you to reach your release while moaning into his mouth. The increase in wetness and the encouraging sounds of your voice made him follow suit shortly after. He felt like heaven on earth, and he looked at you as if you were water in the desert.

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You wake the next morning to the sun creeping through your window. You stretch and move your hand to the pillow across from yours. This morning, instead of a piece of paper, you are met with Joe’s soft curls. His arm that is draped around you instinctively pulls you closer as you run your fingers through his hair. You lay there for a few minutes, admiring his sleeping form. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over and place a delicate kiss to his forehead before quietly slipping out of bed. Grabbing his shirt off of the floor, you slip it over your naked frame and pad out towards the kitchen to make coffee. You’re placing two mugs on the counter when you feel his arm wrap around your waist. “Good morning, love” he says sweeping your hair away from your neck to kiss your right below your ear. “Sleep well?” you ask, leaning into his touch. Joe spins you around and lowers his nose to yours, “best nights sleep I’ve had in a while”. Bringing your lips to meet his, he lifts you and places you on the counter.

“So what now?” you ask, biting your lip. His tilts your chin to look up at him, “After coffee, let’s take a shower and then we can go out for breakfast.” Your eyes slightly widen and a shy smile plays on your face. “Out?” you ask somewhat nervous. “Yes babe” he says trying to suppress a grin. You arch an eyebrow and drape your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so he is standing between your legs.

“People will look” you reply in a tone that implies you don’t want to cause problems for him. His eyes warm while looking into yours.

“I know. I want them to look. It’s not always going to be easy, but I’m in if you are”, he says brushing your bangs away from your eyes. You smile as pull his face closer to yours.

“I’m in.”

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Inspired by the song “oh, it is love” by Hellogoodbye.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn smut

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kittyprincessofcats · 1 year

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RWBY Volume 9 Ep 1 - A Place of Particular Concern

I wanted to make this post before episode 2, but oh well - in my defense, I was sick. (I also haven’t watched episode 2 yet, so for me it still is “before”.)

I’ll try to be brief as well and just write down the stuff I really want to say. Don’t know if I’ll make a post like this for every episode either, depends on whether I’ll feel up for it. (Likely not, but I wanted to do it this time.)

- First things first: Aaah, RWBY is finally back! For me this is actually a first-time experience too, since I didn’t get into RWBY until Volume 8 was already almost over. (If I remember right the last few eps of Vol 8 were the first ones I actually watched “live” (or well, with a week’s delay)).

- As a whole, I’m a lot more relaxed about Volume 9 than I was about late Volume 8 (or than I am about Volume 10). Because we’re taking this detour in the Ever After (a good choice imo, since RWBY has so many characters by now that it can get a bit overwhelming), and the only named characters here are Team RWBY, Jaune, and Neo, I don’t have as much to get anxious about. My only faves here who could get hurt are Team RWBY, and since they’re the main characters I think they’ll be fine. My other faves are either not in the void (Cinder, Salem, Ilia) or already dead (Penny... don’t touch me I’m still not over it), so I think this volume is going to be comparatively easy on my nerves (now watch me eat my words as Team RWBY goes through hell...). (My little sisters’ faves are Jaune and Neo respectively, so I’ll see how they like this volume...)

- I wonder who the mysterious narrator in the beginning is. Well, we’ll find out. (But the last time we had a “mysterious narrator” she turned out to be very important, so...)

- Love how it wastes no time throwing us back into the Vol 8 ending from Ruby’s POV.

- Who’s voice is that calling “Ruby!” when she wakes up at the beach? Is that still Penny? Sounds more like Yang to me, but I’m really not sure.

- The two suns made me think of Star Wars.

- I love Little. (And I also like that Ruby being kind to a little mouse even while she’s going through a lot herself is what ends up freeing Weiss and Blake from the mice. Kindness is good and all that.)

- Interesting to know that cartoons exist on Remnant. Makes sense, though, they have TVs and all after all...

- Bit sad we didn’t get to see Weiss and Blake’s reunion. Also, is this the first time they’ve said the name “Gambol Shroud” out loud in the show?

- The way Weiss tells Blake “I’m really glad you’re okay”... Yeah, until just now she thought all of her teammates were dead. And she’s clearly still processing that Penny’s dead for real.

- Weiss cheering Blake on when she’s trying to get her weapon is adorable.

- Love how Ruby nudges her shoulder to wake Little up.

- “I can be your trusty guide” -> cut to them falling asleep. I love Little.

- “I don’t know if anyone else fell, no.” Oh, I just remembered again that none of Team RWBY know that Jaune is down here, too. They won’t look for him because they don’t know he’s here. And they might not run into him, either. So, what if they just straight up don’t meet him? I’ve even seen theories they might leave the Ever After without him since they don’t know... oh boy, I think something interesting is definitely in store for Jaune this volume.

- The Jabberwalker is terrifying and we definitely haven’t seen the last of them.

- That moment when Ruby wants to join the fight but the realizes she doesn’t have Crescent Rose anymore... yeah, based on the intro as well, I wonder if it’ll maybe take a while - maybe even the whole volume? - until Ruby gets Crescent Rose back.

- “I said I wasn’t done with you yet!” Oh... shout out to Barbara for how she voiced this line. Also, I’ve said it before: Yang is so badass. Thinks she’s dead, only has one arm, still goes afte the Jabberwalker.

- “Dammit! You weren’t supposed to be here!” The way her voice breaks here, oh gosh... Yang just wanted to protect Ruby, she was ready to sacrifice herself for Ruby, and to see now that it didn’t work as Ruby and the others still fell... let me give Yang a hug. (They might also have to talk about those self-sacrificial tendencies, because while I get the “protective big sister instinct” - you’re important too, Yang.)

- “If you thought we wouldn’t come for you, then you must have forgotten who raised me.” When I first heard this line, I thought Ruby meant Tai (and Summer) by this, but then I saw people say that she meant that Yang raised her and gosh... that’s both even sweeter and even more heartbreaking. (But also, Ruby... you didn’t actually “come for” Yang, you though she was dead and then you all fell into the void by accident. Not saying you wouldn’t have come for her if you’d known, but that’s not quite what happened.)

- I’ll be squeeling about that Bumbleby tackle-hug for the next few weeks, thanks for asking. The way Blake says “Yang” so softly, the way Yang touches her head and smiles... it’s perfect. Everything I wanted for their reunion and more.

(Also, I don’t want to get into negativity too much here, but it’s astounding how I’ve already seen the dumbest discourse ever over this scene. “Yang should have hugged Ruby instead; why would she care about someone more than her sister?” and similarly braindead takes... like WTF? Yang and Ruby literally had a really sweet sisterly moment right before this. Yang and Ruby have hugged before. Like, what kind of a braindead take is this? Are people who have siblings not allowed to also have significant others or other people they love and care about? Honestly, it’s just straight-up homophobia, let’s call it what it is. If this hug had happend between, say... Ren and Nora, after one of them thought the other was dead, literally no one would be grasping at straws to find something to complain about. No one would be calling it “ship baiting” or throwing fits. If it doesn’t bother you when it’s a man and a woman, but it does when it’s two women or two men - that’s homophobia. And a lot of the haters also seem to go down the whole “but it’s not canon” rabbithole and like... yes, it is. Just because Blake and Yang haven’t kissed or confessed their feelings out loud yet doesn’t make them not canon. They’re canonically in love, that much is explicitly clear. Deal with it or leave.)

- I like the build-up to Weiss telling everyone what happened (rule of 3 - when Blake and then later Ruby ask, she keeps saying they have to find Yang first and she’s not letting herself really process it either. But when they’re finally all together, Weiss finally allows herself to cry and tell them.

- Okay, time to let out my inner Nuts and Dolts shipper: WOW. The fact that Ruby just straight-up faints when she hears that Penny died. The fact that Weiss didn’t even finish speaking and Ruby already fainted... I’m so here for it! Look, I’m still heartbroken (and still in denial, hoping they’ll bring her back a second time), but if I have to deal with half of my ship being dead, then I at least want to see the other half have the most intense reaction possible to it. I want Ruby to grieve, I want Ruby to go through hell, I want her to just not be normal about this on any level. The intro already tells us that this is the “Ruby is depressed” volume, but I want that to be at least in large parts because of her grief for Penny. Ruby thought she’d lost Penny once, then she got her back, got even closer with her, fell in love with her, went through all of that trouble in Volume 8 to save her from the virus, only to find out she died anyways... yeah, I want Ruby to suffer about it and I’m so glad we’re getting that. (And in my perfect shipper-wish-fullfilment version I want Ruby to have some sort of “I loved her” line when talking about Penny later.)

- I like that Weiss left out Jaune’s exact role in Penny’s death and phrased it as “Jaune tried to help, but she sacrificed herself”. It’s not a lie and Weiss is being a good friend to Jaune by deciding that that part isn’t hers to tell. That being said, I want Ruby to go absolutely ballistic on Jaune when she finds out. I want her to blame Jaune, I want there to be a fight with tears and emotions and rage, I want it all. (To be clear, I’m not blaming Jaune, but I want Ruby to. Like I said, I want Ruby to not be normal about this. Let Ruby go apeshit over losing the girl she loves.)

- So wait, Ruby fainted and they just let her lie there? (Okay, to be fair, we don’t see what happend while she was out.)

- Okay, so Team RWBY currently don’t know that Jaune fell, that Salem has the relic, or how everyone in vacuo is doing. Weiss still saw Winter become the winter maiden and most people get to vacuo though, right?

- Side-note, what about all the random citizens who fell into the void when Cinder set off that first explosion? Team RWBY knows about them - are they going to at least try and save them too, or is this supposed to be a “they’re background characters, so let’s hope the viewers have forgotten about them” thing?

- Oh, I have feelings about Yang asking Ruby if she’s alright and Ruby brushing it off to talk about Neo instead. I hope WBY will realize that Ruby’s going through it right now.

- Yay for Blake taking charge and coming up with a plan. She’s come so far.

- Yang thought she was dead... don’t touch me.

- “I think we’re in a fairytale.” Oh, lovely line to end the first episode on.

Now for the opening:

- Love the song, first of all!

- That opening shot of Jaune and Neo! Jaune still with the broken sword and tears... Yeah, he’s not going to have a good time this volume either. Likely there’s going to be a lot of wrestling with guilt over Penny. Also, as some people have pointed out, there are quite a few parallels between Jaune and Neo. They’ve both lost someone they love (Pyrrha and Roman), they’re both keeping a tragic keepsake of that person (Pyrrha’s red fabric and Roman’s hat), they both (arguably for Jaune?) want revenge for that person’s death... yeah, will be interesting to see if this volume does anything with that.

- That montage of everyone growing more confident while Ruby receeds and becomes more depressed, the part where it’s just Ruby crying, then that montage of everyone else walking and getting faster while Ruby walks behind and gets slower and slower and hangs her head... Yeah, this is “Ruby has depression” - the volume, and I’m really looking forward to that for several reasons. First of all because I feel like Ruby is ironically one of the less developed characters on the show and I can’t wait for her to finally have the time to get that development. (This is another reason why I think it was a good call to have a smaller cast this this volume.) And secondly because I’ve been struggling with what’s likely depression and I think seeing that represented in a show I like would feel really healing.

- I would have never noticed the “no 11th hour” thing with Jaune on my own - props to all of you for picking up on that!

- Well that part with Ruby on the bridge isn’t creepy at all.

- Neo’s sitting behind a table sipping tea while wearing Roman’s hat and that’s when it hit me that she’s the mad hatter. Brilliant!

- Also, I wouldn’t have picked up on Jaune being the white rabbit (who’s always too late!) myself, but I love it. Also, this is another parallel between him and Neo and I wonder what their stories will have to do with each other this volume.

- Also interesting how we see both Ruby and Neo turning into... was her name Alyx? - well, our Alice, “the girl who fell through the world”, you know who I mean. Just like Jaune and Neo have parallels, Ruby has paralles with both of them as well (she’s also just lost the redhead she loves and might also keep a tragic keepsake of Penny’s).

Okay, one personal prediction I want to make: So far, every one of the last RWBY volumes had one character in particular stand out and steal the show for me, my “fave of the volume”, so to speak. For Volume 5 it was Ilia, for Volume 6 it was Salem, for Volume 7 it was Penny, and for Volume 8 it was Cinder. And based on the first episode and opening I think that for Volume 9 it’s going to be Ruby. That whole going through depression and mourning Penny thing... yeah, I think Ruby is who I’ll feel for the most here and I’m ready for it. Make this her volume, she deserves it. (I definitely also hope for some amazing Bumbleby moments, tough.)

I am apparently incapable of writing “short” posts.

#RWBY #RWBY Volume 9 #RWBY Vol 9 #Bumbleby #Nuts and Dolts #Ruby Rose #Weiss Schnee #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Jaune Arc #Neopolitan #Penny Polendina #Little #a week late but whatever #also I likely won't write something like this for the other episodes #just wanted to do it this time to also write out my hopes for the whole volume #long post

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blindedguilt · 1 year

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|[ Leonard and Caim. Because reasons. ]|

YOU ALREADY KNOW MY ANSWER TO THIS, BRI.

Alright so to note before anything I had a literal essay typed out and ready to go at about,,, 1???? AM???? The night this was sent

but then I forgot mobile Tumblr hates me right now so I hit post and lost it forever 😔

Then I wrote this but fell asleep in the process at about 4AM and woke up the following morning, and after days of working on NOTHING else on Tumblr but this, finished it after a lot of on and off work (I was still resentful and petty about losing my first one), and am praying the gods won't get in the way of my thoughts on this because good LORD

I've tried to include everything my original post did (albeit a lot less messy) but....

So to start, whoever came up with the idea that a ship is "good" based off of how pleasantly compatible and not toxic/problematic the people involved are is a fucking liar

I don't talk a LOT about shipping given the nature of this blog and that the topic doesn't come up very much??? At least on Tumblr lmao

But what some people might not know is that while I'm someone who believes that literally everything and everyone is inherently,,, "pairable" (It feels better to say than shippable), no matter how little they've interacted or how unconventional/potentially problematic may be, I am also VERY picky about shipping to where there's only been a handful I've ever really been invested in (2 OC pairings, 2 pairings involving canon characters) and the rest I usually bump off either for taking up feed space and not really caring or not being slightly moved at because my brain is picking at it too much.

Whether I like a ship or not ultimately comes down to two things:

1. Is the dynamic THERE? or are the two characters just trope fodder

When it comes to the happy couple, power couple, sunshine/grumpy, etc. etc. I DO enjoy these tropes, but more often than not they end up being boring for that being next to everything about the characters themselves. I'm always eager to know stuff like what drew them to each other and continues to draw them to each other, what caused/how their previously established dynamic was able to evolve to where it is now, what fuels their particular dynamic, and ofc their own established characters outside of it. I don't often indulge in romance-type things outside of those campy us romcoms from the 00's but I've seen a few very forgettable couples in media (I won't blame Disney for being targeted more towards children, but you'd expect more out of couples like Cent and Two ESPECIALLY for that's more or less just "They're in love!" And I'm just,,,, yeah. that's been established 😭

2. The actual portrayal of the ship. My autism brain is VERY stringent about this, literally you could have everything what was just discussed and if it doesn't stack up in a way that really makes sense, it will stick in my mind like an itch I can't reach and I likely won't shut up about it for the next month.

I dunno how to explain it, when you have a certain pair/set of characters (Who are made of differentiating backgrounds, circumstances, etc. which may affect them in different ways), and they gradually get to understand/learn more about each other as time passes and in turn grow some semblance of a bond/care as humans do to the point it could be deemed a romantic(?)/intense enough "bond" that could manifest itself in any which way depending on what's been established in those characters backgrounds, how they already and HAVE interacted with each other, their current circumstances, etc. etc.

Sometimes, especially in a darker piece of media like Drakengard, the way they manifest as a "ship" or "pair" isn't always a conventional or even healthy so much as it is a result/consequence of those raised emotions and their bond. When I see something that should stack up to be toxic or potentially even twisted and problematic be written as something undeservingly sweet and "cute" it gets under my skin like nothing else. Like differentiating Nabokov's Lolita, which is an absolutely GUT-WRENCHING book about CSA and the effect it has on the victim later on in life, and lolisho circles, which are.... Yeah. It's also why the all too popular good girl/bad boy trope gets under my skin for how often it's just putting up with a guy's shitty behaviour and then him magically changing at the end to "justify" it and ughhhhhh you know the spiel

ANYWAYS, WITH ALL THAT ESTABLISHED. THEM.

I think what really strikes me most about Leonard and Caim's whole relationship without even considering shipping is just how much there is to compare/contrast, like...

As far as differences go, they're nearly polar opposites in just about fucking everything, resulting in the all too well-known clash in personality we like to write lmao. There's a lot to be said in these two different aspects of their characters, like the spontaneity/suppression, deflection/guilt, revenge/recompense, fighting to live/fighting to die, sadism/masochism, reckless bravery/reckless cowardice, and it's goes into their backgrounds as well, with Caim's upbringing in royalty and Leonard's likely in peasantry/coming from the general lowerclass before even his life as a hermit, and even in design (the blond/brunet contrast is a VERY popular design choice in a lot of fiction, usually with the blond being established as the "good conscience"/more naive/comic relief/etc. of the two and brunet, ironically, usually being an established lead or main character with more of an idea/maturity/so on in contrast.)

And while it's easy enough to just say opposites attract and use that as argument enough, what I think really would pull them together as far as shipping is concerned is much more in what they share in common (what little they fullheartedly understand of each other) in contrast

The biggest points I think are definitely sharing the role of older brother, which Caim (at least, I think, you'll have to tell me) kinda carries more subconsciously and/or at the back of his mind while consciously going "Older brother? Oh yeah... That thing. That's the thing I am" and Leonard eventually carries both consciously and subconsciously down to his very mannerisms (And of course, mainly in my Leonard's case where these smaller scenes are more relevant), often adopts that role of caretaker to just about anyone and anything whether he knows it or not — Seere, Arioch, Caim, etc...)

What REALLY interests me between them is their shared background, though. The thing Caim and Leonard both (possibly?) really know or at least have a hunch about is that both of their family was lost to the Empire. And THIS, whether it's actual knowledge or just a hunch, I think is not just the general basis for the two of their characters, but is largely the stem for the friction between the two.

To explain, it's mostly their role/perceived role in the tragedies of Caim's parents/Leonard's brother's that makes for their character schism — The difference between action, in Leonard's case where he's thinking "If only I hadn't done that" and inaction, in what I'm guessing is Caim's case, where he (may) be thinking "If only I had done something". Whether either would have actually changed anything aside, I think that whole action/inaction perception being what led to their families' deaths in this occasion is largely what leads into the people they are by the time they meet, of course, but also like

It's the reason they're so tense with each other in the sense that, at either's core, they see in the other exactly what led to their losing everything to begin with. And being near that is terrifying for them, whether it's Leonard's apparent indifference towards life or the prospect of wanting to live digging up that sense of "There's a threat and I need to do something about it" or possibly some insecurity about the lengths he takes that "Fight" between the fight or flight response for him, or if it's Caim's apparent insensitivity that brings up a sort of reminder not only of what he did as far as involvement in his brothers deaths, but a terrifying glimpse at the callousness and harm he could cause by just... Not caring for anything but himself.

So naturally, seeing a far much worse version both of what they could be and in a way, what they were stemmed from just about the same circumstances nonetheless is a major contributor to their issue with one another. A giant case of seeing their own insecurity/fears reflected in the actions the other's taking specifically to avoid their own past "fault" and going "How can you be as foolish as I was at what was more or less the only point of similarity in our lives?"

So this is where it gets into actual shipping talks, and MAN

im so sorry it took so long lmao

But explaining it in the case of shipping, on top of the growing fondness for people who are placed in these kinds of survival and/or traumatic situations being a thing that humans tend to do, like... It's what I just explained as that mutual fear/agitation with each other is even somewhat based in a vague fondness (perhaps not as personal) in not wanting to see their tragedy reappear again.

I typically believe that when developing attractions beyond anything platonic, the more you see of people and their humanity beforehand, especially in stressful and/or potentially lightening situations, the quicker you end up getting closer to each other (or at least, from one side you might) ESPECIALLY when you can play a part in helping and aiding another's life yourself for both ends. I kinda mentioned it earlier ofc to but I also think that ESPECIALLY when it comes to fictional ships, the way those feelings grow is (or maybe, should) be like growth of their pre-existing feelings of what's been established already — Growing more intense and/or obsessive with perception of a person of interest, and changing with understanding — that is, assuming they want to change/understand.

A looooong long time ago you mentioned the idea of Caim's growing violence towards Leonard the more he realises he might care (gods forbid), and honestly, that's exactly it — it comes together PERFECTLY for all the points mentioned earlier. There's not much I can say given it's mostly been throwing darts at a board for ideas and seeing what's just "neat" and what looks like the headlights of the train that may or may not be approaching to run us over but the other thing I can really pick at is the "unrequited" aspect which is where things get messy but veeeeeery interesting

I mostly see this on Leonard's part, given he has not only a few ✨pre-existing conditions✨ (to put it mildly) and what he feels for Caim I think may be a platonic/familial fondness at best, or downright terror and resentment at worst. It was briefly mentioned a while ago, once again, the idea that Caim, who generally grazes as he pleases and is ever the conniving little lad, may try and approach him out of convenience (I imagine both as a quick and easy way to dodge anything serious while also, of course, getting that a vague sense of satisfaction/fulfilment from it?) And generally depending on exactly how this is done, Leonard's full-hearted involvement is spotty at best

The chance of him actually returning or even understanding that he's an increasingly obsessed-over object of "affections" (however you may like to call them) is very low compared to him just,,, going along with it as most shit that happens, either citing the whole "fix him" bit himself and taking anything that happens afterwards as "punishment" fodder into his ever-evolving guilt complex. Where it could go from there is generally a mystery, but there's one thing I'll say: I don't think the general thing will be pleasant lmao and im not saying that negatively, mind, just the opposite

SO.

Would it be unrequited? Most likely.

Would it be toxic? Definitely.

Would it look a little like this cursed-ass video I stumbled across on YouTube that hasn't left my mind for three days? We'll have to see.

But most importantly — It's INTERESTING, the dynamics are there and always have been, and it goes without saying I don't have to worry about your portrayal skills in the least. 20/10.

I am begging for a Caionard sweep this summer please you don't understand 😭

#voicelesshatred #||Reply||:Bri #{/listen; that thing you mentioned about ao3....}

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THANKSGIVING 2022-

So I am guilty of being vindictive. I Posted pictures prior to this post of some woman in an attempt to hurt the love of my life's feelings. Whether or not she sees, it really doesn't matter. Because folks, Zytiga is real and bone metastatic cancer hurts. I actually had a better time in st Lawrence county jail, than I did when this " Marie " chick is at the wheel , driving the car of life . Especially when it would come to my life. Which I don't feel as though she held mine in high regards. I mean think about it. Wouldn't it be nice to have a personal crash test fun dummy , that would do whatever you told him . That's the thing I've noticed about certain white chicks that are from above the Mason Dixon line. Even if you're diagnosed with late stage prostate cancer , they are still gonna let you crash. And if they are not too bright, then their bad decisions will become yours before you can blink your eyes.

I remember Thanksgiving four years ago. Just like it was yesterday. I took the bus out of Syracuse, and pulled into Corpus Christi Texas with my trusty kit ( I had made some medicine in Syracuse and I kept a kit, it just comes with the turf, if you know how to make it, then you gonna party/eat/survive and stay awake). I had become quite fearless with the fucking kit. After all, getting caught would mean at least 3- 5 years in prison. Fuck it. I don't do It any more, but" if you don't have the kit then you ain't making shit" . Stashing the whole kit in a palm tree, a Washingtonia Robusta palm tree to be exact or more commonly known as " Mexican fan palm". With the kit safely hidden I started to walk to the place I would be staying at. It was late and I was tired , the first thing I did the next morning was go down to the Selena statue that's a 'must' have to do , a personal tradition I do every time I return to Corpus . Selena is a god down there. I am a huge fan of her, and the story of her rise to fame and untimely death is so tragic. Fuck Yolanda, I hope she burns in hell for murdering Selena.

So within 2 weeks , not only did i have a job, but it was at the mission where I stayed as well , I was driving for them, going out to pick up laborers up from the labor pool the Good Samaritan ran. It was a job site out on the island , renovating hurricane damaged homes. 30% of the homes on the island and in Corpus Christi area had damage from the hurricane the year before , which I had left to go to North Carolina. You see , I would go to North Carolina in the summer when it gets hot in Corpus Christi and then I go to Corpus Christi in the winter when it gets cold and winter in Asheville. I had learned how to make the stuff and it changed my whole world , I could go anywhere, the sky was the limit.

So I worked at the mission for a few weeks picking up their laborers up for the labor pool ,till one day I went out on a pickup and I stopped to get a Whataburger. ( very delicious burgers by the way ), and I fell asleep after I ate the burger , I slept for 2 hours. I woke up to my phone ringing and it was the office calling. Shit had hit the fan in the Good Samaritan office. So needless to say , they drug test me the next day and I failed, for yeah, speeding . That got me fired me, and that meant I had to move out . Because if you work there and you have a drug test that's positive , then chances are they're not going to let you stay there.

No problem, not a problem , so I called up my buddy Jimbo who had been staying in Corpus for many years , I knew Jimbo from a few years before and I stayed with him . He liked to do the medicine and he had another roommate that stayed there , JD . JD was from Oklahoma, so one day, me and Jimbo were making stuff . The first time I ever met him, JD pops up and he saw the kit and everything used and he says , You know how to do that ? He was looking at me like only people that know how to do that would . ' I do' , I said. We kind of developed the friendship from there , it turns out that he was an expert at the whole process , and from Oklahoma , he knew the old Indian way they do it , or whatever down there . So we started doing that . It is very cost effective, and because we needed money, we could get ahead . We needed cigarettes , we need to get out of the house, these guys are just old men and negative and grumpy and fighting all the time. They created a tense environment, and their hustle game was mediocre at best. And here I show up, with more motivation and drive than both of them put together.

So , I remembered the guy from the island that needed help . So I called him up , I had saved his number and his name is Joe and next thing you know , the three of us all had jobs out there and we had to go out to the island which was 40 minutes from Jimbo's apartment. This was early December , Christmas time. I'll never forget because it was Christmas time in South Texas and so much fun. I hadn't heard anything from Marie up to this point, then it had been almost a month . My birthday is December 28th. J D's birthday is a week before and Jimbo's is a week after , all three of us are Capricorns and imagine what that would be like , we were bumping heads every second of the day, everyone knew everything and it sucked . JD was being a dickhead because he thought I was teaming up against him with Jim. Jimbo, he's just a miserable fuck, and he'd gotten worse . So I decided I was going to stay at the house that we worked at because Joe lived in Dallas , so he was 5 hours away . He called us up , we'd give him our hours and he'd send the money , wire it. It was perfect for all involved. I helped out four people , just using my marketing skills and logistically speaking, it benefited everyone involved.( Texas is huge, people lived hours and hours away. I saved the owner tons of money. I felt awesome, I got a good job right after I left Syracuse New York. I was happy but I was heartbroken at the same time. It's a fucked-up curse that love is. And even though I was 2,000 miles away , I felt close when we Facetimed , talked and messaged. She's like a super powerful human magnet, she attracts me from a great distance , constantly drawing me to her.

December 28th -my birthday , we had been partying and celebrating life and holidays and everything . It was awesome , I really was happy but at the same time, sad , missing her . Well wouldn't you know, I had let JD use one of my phones, I always try to have at least two phones , helps me to make money and get jobs and stuff. Anyways, JD looks and it had a New York area code . Before he answered he passed it to me. There you go , a New York number, you know who it is, and sure enough, it was her on my birthday. For the second year in a row she definitely made my birthdays so much better. The year before in 2017, was my best birthday EVER ! Definitely the best birthday in my life. It was probably because of the big candy cane sex and the first time I had ever injected medicine intravenously , (in my penis). Hands down the best. I could die tomorrow, and at least I know I lived a full life. Thank you Marie for that. It's definitely one for the history books of coolness. Jey Pizzle is one thing, if not anything else, Jey Pizzle is a cool mother fucker, ( no pun intended).

So I did have my machete at all times , because that's what I dId, I cut stuff with my machete like landscaping and stuff. It's protection, and it is nice to have. It was a gift from Walmart, it cost about $30 or $25 it was a nice one, it went with me everywhere. I had gotten so used to having it, pretty much for two years straight. That fucking machete, I wish I would have gave it to Jimbo, because he stole one from the house we were working on that he found in the garage. I was so used to having it when I lived in the mountains. I had it to protect Marie from anything that might come our way, I also used it to clear bushes etc. when we were homeless. Well, we weren't homeless anymore, I should have gotten rid of it...

#pizzlelovedope #marieclaracamp #jasonleeplaster #ashevillelovedope

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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hi so i'm so sorry if you don't take requests for it but i saw a post for it so i assume you dO- again so sorry if you don't, but, could you do either Yandere Cesar (+ Mark is optional ^^) x reader or Yandere Jonah and Adam x reader, for Mandela Catalogue? again i am so sorry if you don't want to write this or even don't prefer any poly requests!! -Backrooms Anon

Don't worry about it! I LOVE poly yanderes!!! I hope you like it! c:

Note: This isn’t my actual headcanon on what I think Alternates do to their human counterparts, but I thought it'd be an interesting take.

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You cracked your neck as you stepped inside your home, letting the bags you had packed fall to the floor to be taken care of later when you had gotten some rest and your back didn't hurt as much.

Despite your initial hesitancy on taking a small vacation out of town, you had found yourself glad you had taken it. It was fun, relaxing, and you didn't have to worry about any Alternates for a whole week! You had hoped that the whole situation would be dealt with by the time you got back, but beggars can't be choosers. And nothing in your home seemed different or tampered with, so you didn't have to worry about robbers or Alternates coming inside while you were away.

Sighing, you moved to turn on the television, before pausing, finger hovering just above the button… Before deciding against it. Better safe than sorry.

You turned, spotting your home phone on one of the side tables next to the couch. You'd check your messages! A much better way to check on the outside world, anyway. Your friends had clambered on about wanting to hear about everything you did on your trip. Plus, it was a good idea to check up on them and see if you had missed anything.

You'd preferred to answer your messages upstairs, so you could relax on your bed as you listened, but you were far too antsy to catch up on what you missed. Hitting the voicemail button, an electronic voice spoke in stilted tones. "You have 20 new messages."

You made a face at the machine, brows furrowed in confusion. Twenty? Had you forgotten to tell someone you were leaving? Had you told them the wrong dates?

The phone beeped. "Message one."

"Hey, it's Mark. Uh, I know it's really late and you're probably gone by now, but, uh… You know, buddy system stuff and shit. Um… Cesar said something happened with his mom. I think she's gonna be okay, but he said he's on his way to the hospital. He, uh, asked me to set up his cameras and stuff to, y'know, keep watch, I guess, and see if he can see the thing that might've did it, so… Yeah." You heard him chuckle a bit. "So, if I don't leave another message, uh… Something got me, I guess. I really hope you're still home, holy shit, heh. But, it should be fine. Alright. Bye."

You couldn't help but chuckle at Mark's message, a smile rising to your lips. He and Cesar were some of your closest friends in the county. Man, you three went way back. In fact, out of everything you could have missed on the trip, you missed their company most. Just hearing Mark's voice again made your chest bloom with warmth.

You clicked to message 2.

"Alright, update. Um… I'm not dead, so that's good. Cameras are all set up. I hate going in his house, but hey, what are friends for? Cesar hasn't gotten back to me about his mom, but maybe he fell asleep over there or something, I dunno. But, uh, just wanted to let you know everything worked out so you're not freaking or anything. I'm on my way home now."

You knew everything would have likely worked out fine, but you couldn't help but feel a little relieved at Mark's confirmation. But, if that was the end, then what were the other messages for?

Message 3.

"It found me, it found me, it found me," Mark's whispered hurriedly, voice straining. "It was in his home. It was in his fucking home and it found me and it followed me home."

You felt your stomach drop, a sick, dark feeling burrowing into your abdomen.

"It- It tried to get his mom and now it wants me. I- I called the cops, though, so… So, I think I'll be okay. I just… I know you're not there, but- but I need you. I need you and Cesar. I… When you get back, I wanted to tell you… No, I'll… I'll tell you when you get back. I promise."

Message 4.

"They're still not here. I… I can hear it. I can hear it. It doesn't sound Human. They… I know I'm probably scaring you, and that's dangerous, but, I need… I need to tell someone. Because, when I'm talking to you, when I think I am, it feels less scary. It sounds like a recording. It keeps stuttering and the pitch keeps changing. I can't stand it. I'm really, really hoping they get here soon."

Message 5.

"It's night. It's night and they're still not fucking here. They couldn't have forgotten about me! Or could they? I- I dunno. I tried calling Cesar but he's still not answering. And neither is anybody fucking else.. You're away, but everyone else should be home. It's like I'm shut off from the outside world."

Message 6.

A muffled sobbing came out of the speaker. Every sob was followed by a sharp whimper. You were only able to listen for a few seconds before going to the next message.

"They're not coming, are they? I'm never getting out of here. Will it leave eventually? It'll… It'll give up and get bored eventually, right?"

Message 8.

"I… You know, I kept listening to it. Over and over. And I thought maybe it was Cesar's mom. Maybe it really had gotten his mom. Maybe the Alternate killed her already and Cesar didn't know.

But now, I think… I think it's him. He's… It's not him, but it is and- I know the real him is out there, but it keeps telling me to come out, and- and that he won't hurt me, and… I want it to be true. So bad."

You squeezed your eyes shut, stinging. You wiped at them with the back of your hand. When… When had you started crying? God… Mark's voice. It hurt so badly, hearing his pain, his fear. You wanted to take away all his fear, to soothe him and tell him it'll be okay.

Message 9.

"It's hard not to listen. Can you hear him?- It. It. It's not him. It's an Alternate. It's not him. It's gettin' in my head. I keep telling myself It's not him, but it's getting hard to believe. Doesn't help that his- It's voice is starting to sound more like him."

Message 10.

"It's not him, right? I wish you were here. I wish… I wish I had you to talk to. Tell Cesar I don't blame him, if I don't make it out."

Message 11.

You could hear shaky, shallow exhales of Mark's breathing fizzle through the speakers. Every once in a while, you'd hear sniffle and whimper. "What if… What if it wasn't Cesar on the phone? What if this was a trap from the start? Cesar… He's… He's gone, isn't he?"

You were frozen in spot, too gripped with fear for your friends that you couldn't move. No. No, Cesar was fine! He had to be. He had to be, God, please-!

Mark began sobbing into the receiver. "He's gone! He's gone, he's gone, he's gone… And it-! It took him! It took him from us, and now I'm alone…"

Message 12.

All you could hear was the sound of Mark's voice, softy mumbling your and Cesar's names to himself.

Message 13

"Help me. God, please help me!"

Message 14

"It's so hard. It's so hard not to listen. I can't. I can't do this…"

Message 15

You could only make out mumbling of Cesar's name, over and over.

Message 16

"Maybe… What if this is Cesar? No one… No one knows what happens after an Alternate gets you. What if… What if he's in there? Like, they were separate, and now they're one whole… Thing."

Message 17

"He wants me. He wants me. And he wants you, too. He keeps saying… He… He wants us. He wants us both so badly. He wants to be with us. He wants to be in here. I… I can't-"

Message 18

"He sounds so much like him now. It… He. He's… He keeps saying he won't hurt me. He has a surprise. I… Believe him. It's Cesar. It's Cesar, I know it. I'm gonna be with him. I… Maybe it'll be nice, even. Maybe they've been lying. Maybe we shouldn't be afraid of this. If… If something happens… I love you. I- I love you and him, and I always wanted to say that. I'm gonna let him in.

Message 19

All you could do was lean forward, straining to hear, as you stared wide-eyed at the machine.

"I understand now." Mark's voice. "I understand now."

Then, a sharp ringing tone blasted from the speaker, making you jump at the sudden volume. The noise fluctuated and seemed to warble through the speaker, fluctuating in pitches and tones. Scrambling, your ears ringing, you palmed at the button to play the final Message.

Message 20

You waited holding your breath as you waited for something to break the droning silence of the final message.

"Hey! It's Mark. Just wanna say that that, uh, thing was a whole goof. It got kinda overdramatic at parts, but it was just a joke for when you come back home, heh. Just to double confirm, here's Cesar."

"Yeah, don't worry, everything's cool here, and my mom's fine. And… Oh, tell them about the thing."

"The thing?"

"Yeah, you know…"

"Oh! Oh, right, um, heh… I meant what I said about my, uh, my feelings for you and Cesar. Um… Yeah, I already told him, so… If you wanna, um, talk about it later-"

"He's nervous."

"Shut up! But, yeah. Maybe a practical joke isn't the best way to admit feelings, but… We really love you and want you to be a part of-f-f- w-with us. I… We love you. See you soon."

You let the phone go silent, simply staring as you tried to process everything you had just learned. But, you couldn't react. Couldn't move. Trapped as you ruminated on the messages that you had just heard.

Just a prank? Mark and Cesar didn't joke like that, wouldn't make jokes like that. As much as you wanted to believe that your friends were safe… You knew it was a lie.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the sound of it thrumming in your skull. It felt like… like the walls, the whole world, was coming down on top of you. It all felt too silent, but too loud.. There was nothing you could do. Who could you call? What could you do?

Your friends were… Were dead and-

You let out a yelp, startled by the sudden ringing bleat of your phone. For a breath, you simply stared down at the machine, before scrambling to pick up the receiver, nearly dropping it as you attempted to answer the incoming call.

You took a shaky breath. "Hello?"

"Hey! It's Mark. I knew you were back, so I wanted to call and check up on you, see if you got my other messages, y'know?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself unable. All the things you wanted to say, wanted to believe, tangled like a knot in your mind, incomprehensible and stuck.

You heard as he said your name. Then, again. It didn't sound quite right. Didn't sound like how you remembered. You were sure. But, maybe, you were wrong. Maybe it was all a joke. Maybe you were losing yourself in your panic. You weren't sure of anything anymore.

Finally, you found the words. "... You're not really Mark, are you?"

"What? Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?" The thing with Mark's voice said. "Cesar's here, too, and-"

"That's not Cesar. You can't trick me."

Silence.

You could tell the Alternate was still there - both of them, if it wasn't lying about "Cesar" being with it.

Your breathing picked up, huffing through your nose in anger as the messages played over and over in your mind. These things… They had taken your friends from you! Your best friends…! And, maybe if this never happened, then maybe Mark would have confessed. You'd be together, and…

"I know what you are," You hissed into the receiver, grip so tight on the phone that your hand shook. "And I'm not afraid of you."

All sound went dead on the other end, before,

"Y̶͍̻͒͝ͅō̴̺͙̗͠͝u̷̺̭̤͗́̓ͅ'̶̰̙̦̾r̸̛̗̝̼̿̓͌e̴̘̣̎́͊͠ ̴̦̟͓͙̕l̶̢͓̞̈́y̵̛̳͖̺̘͒į̸͌̃̕n̸̯̓̃g̸̥̰̖͌̀̆,̶͈̈́" A warped voice blared in your ear." I̶̡͔̹̱͍͑̏̚-̵̢̫͍̄͌͜Ḭ̴̂̂ ̸̼̰̾c̵͔̪̠̪̦͌̍͐̌ă̵͚̮̞̩̭̄̓n̴̝̪̙͌̅̿̌͊ ̵̡̨̥̞̜̑̄̉̌͘ḫ̵̥̠͖͇̓é̸͎͉͝ạ̶̪̬̈́̕-̴̡̢̩̮̒̉e̷͙̽ạ̴̙̿͌͋̈́r̷̲̤̍̿͘-̴̩̟̿ę̵͚̬̲͉̇̄̈́͒ḁ̵̠̐͌̄r̴̗̲͓̮̃͝ ̸͉͖̗̼͒͋̇͗͗y̵̖͈̭̐̒̃̇o̷͈̞̟̪̿̀̈u̷̞͌͊r̸̨̡̘͖͈̀̿̈́ ̴͎̳̦͕̿͋͆̍̉f̵̟͈̠͓͐̂ḙ̷̌̈́ä̷̦̭̻́̒̃̃͝r̵̤̫͍̮͆̓̈́.̵̱̫̳͓́͑̐̉͠ "

"I'm not! I'm not afraid. You can't hurt me. You took them from me, but you won't get me, too."

Another voice, suddenly breathing close to the receiver. Cesar's Alternate?

"Ỹ̷̼̑͗͒̍ǫ̷̢͔̗̮̓̋̌̅u̸̦̭̾̎̃̈́ ̵̪̻͗̒̓f̸̼̎͊͗o̶̠̎ŗ̴͈̭̦̑g̶̗̯̜͎̎o̷̭͠t̸̤̠̑͌̀ ̷̳̒́t̶̼̱̞̎͛͑ọ̶̦̚ ̷̧̍l̷̦̉̆̌͋ȯ̸̯͉̐̾͠c̸̢̛̫̀̄͂k̶̜͎̹̜͋͛ ̶̩͍̹̙̦̓̾͝t̴̡̛͍̹̮̣̃͛́̆h̴̨̲̯̭̉̓́e̵͍̳̬̐ ̴̧̝̉͊̆͆̽͜͜d̵͔̹͚̺͈̋o̸̺̗̫͕̿͆͒́o̴̲̯̯̦̾r̷̩͘͜.̷̲͚̣͛"

No. No, you couldn't have.

Racing to the front hall, you grasped the know and gave it a twist.

Unlocked.

No, no, no… This couldn't be happening. It couldn't. Maybe… Maybe it was nothing. You hadn't heard anyone come in, had you? And how would they be in your house if they had called you from Mark's?

… Unless, they hadn't.

Slowly turning your head, your eyes ran over the steps that led upstairs - to your room, where your other home phone was stationed by your bedside.

You were… You were just being paranoid. They weren't inside. You'd just check real quick to calm your nerves. Slowly, you crept forward, stepping quietly up the stairs and into the dim light that shadowed the mouth of the stairway.

How would they have found you? Could they have seen you as you went home and followed you home?

In your room, it was… Quiet. Too quiet. The air felt suffocatingly still and bitingly cold. Every step you took was centuries long, your mind taking in everything in slow-motion, as it did in dangerous, high-risk situations.

A flip of the lightswitch, darkness receding. Your bedside phone, unattended.

Nothing.

It was nothing. You were overly paranoid. They weren't here. You were alone.

And the lights flickered out.

You could feel your heart as it skipped a beat. The cold drop of your stomach. The feeling of suffocating terror as it curled around your lungs.

In the dark, you see the lights in their eyes.

You can't scream.

All you can manage to do is turn away and cower in the darkness, your back to the Alternates. You brace for the end.

There's hands on you. Nails a bit too long to be a human's drag along your skin from over your clothes. Two bodies pressing close against you. One set of lips at your neck, the other letting out warbled chuckles in your ear.

Cesar.

I̷̡͠ ̵̜̄͗ẗ̸̗̄o̸͔̹͂̓l̷̺̑-̶̼̠͑́ ̶͇̅͝ţ̶̣̂o̵̯̅l̷̛̯d̷͈̅ ̸̻̩̐͝y̵͙̌͜ŏ̶̭̱̎u̴̞͑͜.̸̻̿ ̴̛̬̲͂I̵͈̐ ̴͐͜ͅt̸̠̓̓o̵̖̅l̴̡̰̏̎ḓ̴͂̈ ̴̲̫̎͂ḩ̵̐͑-̸̨̛Ḭ̸͕̈́'̵̰̃m̶̪̒̎!̶̩̈́̒ ̴̤̱͝I̸̼̞̋ ̴̤͊͠w̴̦͝a̶̮͉̍n̴̨̧͌̇t̶̝̋͒ė̸̪̑d̴̩́ ̴̡͛b̵̧̤̾͝-̸̚͜ ̸͚͒b̷̭̈́ȍ̵͚̈́t̴͙̱̓̌h̵̥́ ̵̠̳̊o̸̽͜f̸͔̫̽̕ ̷͚̋̉y̷̩̅́-̴̨̜̉y̵͚̤̾͋o̴̻̮͌̀ủ̷̥̻.̵̣͇̂̌ ̶̰͛Î̷̩'̶̡͒͘d̷̬̖̃͆ ̴̋ͅg̷̺̓e̵̜͆t̷̩͚̚ ̴̥̱̊b̶̩̙͘͝o̶̦̓̽t̷͎̂̀h̷̺͊ ̸̹͂̓ő̵͎͔͠-̶̐̈́͜ọ̴̹̃͂f̸̅͐ͅ ̴͓̯̚̚y̷͈̜̌̄o̶̤͐͝u̵̗̍!"

Mark.

"W̶̯̉̌̐̔̃e̷̲̗̳͕̼͐ͅ ̸̧̦̳̟̹̘͖̎̽͌͠l̴̢̡̙̻͖̩̽͌̍̿͒o̷͖̒̐͠v̷̨̧̡͓̈́̊̀̿̌̚ė̶͚̱͇͆̿̒́̕ ̵̮͓͔̞͍̟̎̽͐̊͋̏͘ͅy̵̯̥̠͓̮̅̚ö̵̩̺̟͖̭̅͆͊̃̉̍ͅų̷̫̦̣̣̗̇̏̊̑̐̕.̶̡̯̙͚̄ ̶̝̱̐S̶̛͍̯͖̯̥͖̏̈-̴̲̤̙͆̈́̑̆͒̀ͅs̵̥͍̖͗̈̉̂̋͆̕-̵̨̛̹̝̥͔̯̃͆̃͒̿̎s̴̡̲̰̹͘ͅö̷̤̞͙̭̪̦̣́̄͒̈̀̈ ̷̠͇̀͆͂̏͊̔̋m̶̲̟̗͖͒̎̑͛̈́́͗u̷͓͐͗̍̑͆ç̷̨͖̗̻̩̐̓̋́̋̅̚h̵̢̦̻̣̱̆,̵̠͊.I̶̧͆ṯ̸̈̀ ̸̝̀͘ͅf̶̺̀-̸̠͋͋f̷͚̈́͊ê̶̯̭ě̴̘̇-̵͕̆̓e̴̲̒ë̷͓́͝ĺ̵̨̞̓s̴̖͑ ̶̟̻̋͂s̴̢͗̔-̸͈͓̌̏s̶̢̓̊ͅo̸͔͕͋̚ ̸̳̖̒g̵̝̰̀ǭ̶̗̈́o̷̥̽̈d̶̢͇͝,̷̧͖̈́ ̴̩̺͆̈́Ï̴̙ ̸̺̎̆ṕ̴̰̘r̷͉̯͐o̷̦̺͆m̶̢̖̀i̸̼͚̽ş̶̬̑̕e̸̫̊.̸̛ͅ ̶͍̂Y̸̢̪̅o̶̪̭͘u̵̩͌͊'̶͎̋͝r̵̰̠̄̽ẹ̶̀͠ ̵̝̏ḡ̸̯͒-̴̬͔͂g̶̢̃o̴̘͒̇-̷̙̽o̸͖̅͘ȉ̷͕̉ͅņ̷̳̾g̵̯̮͆͆ ̵͚́t̵͖̱͠ọ̵̙́̒ ̵͔͜͝u̶͈̰͋ṉ̵̛͌ḓ̸̓e̵̝̜͝͝r̷͉̥͌s̵̗͗̃t̷̀͜-̷̱̣̿ ̶̢͊s̸̫̍t̴̯̀ã̷͜n̴̳̟̊d̵̳͂̕.̷̭͖́̕ ̸̛̖W̶͉̃e̸̜͙͋'̸̛̣̚r̷̛̘͙̿e̵̺͛͊ ̴̛̯g̶̹̻̅͑-̴̡̩̍ğ̷͎ȯ̵͚̪͂i̵͔̤̅̽n̷͉̦͗g̷̘̔̒ ̷̤̽̀t̵̲̋͐o̸͎̝̊̈́ ̴̮͂͆b̶͈̃̄e̴̠̺̅̚ ̴͋ͅç̷̘̓õ̶͙̑m̶͎̜̓p̵̗̮͐l̴͈̜͊̽e̵̡̤͂̈ṭ̵̡͛̈́ë̴͍́.̵̼͝

And you were made whole.

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comfortbucky · 3 years

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hey hey! can u do some fluffy bucky about having to share a hotel room w u and there’s only one bed!!!! and he’s trying to be respectful n stuff but man does he have the fattest crush on u! thank u <333

HEY HEY YES OMFGGG THE ONE BED TROPE (ur mind😌🤝)

i’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE I DIDN’T EXPECT IT TO COME SO SOON

𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁𝘀 ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ｡˚

pairing: bucky x fem!avenger!reader

tags: enemies(?) to lovers BABYYYY, angst, fluff

A/N: i almost always write about tfatws!bucky in mind but let me try and branch out by writing about avenger!bucky hehe

i hope u enjoy🥺💗i absolutely loved this prompt and loved writing this!!!! (it is almost 4am for me as i am posting this :) i’m insane :))

this oneshot will not be following the canon timeline!

word count: 2k

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“Stick to the plan, Y/N.” Steve’s voice came through over the intercom. She rolled her eyes at his warning. He always seemed to be extra cautious with her, making her feel like an unimportant member of the team, and this mission was no different.

“I got this,” she said, completely ignoring his request and charging headfirst at the enemy. Her brash decision resulted in her receiving a heavy beat down, ending up with a split lip and fractured ribs.

Needless to say, Steve was pissed. He and Y/N developed a close friendship over the years, during his search for Bucky. She was oftentimes the one who would stay up all night with him, looking for any trace of Bucky’s existence online. She’d become one of the closest people in his life, which is exactly why he was upset with her, endangering her own life.

After the mission, he confronted her at the base camp.

“You could’ve gotten killed!”

“But I didn’t,” she snapped back. “And the mission was a success anyways, so I don’t get why you’re so mad right now.”

Steve closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

“It’s reckless behavior like this that’s eventually going to get you killed, Y/N.”

Bucky walked into the room and immediately regretted his decision as soon as he laid his eyes on Y/N. He’d come to foster an animosity towards her, after seeing her close friendship with Steve. After Bucky joined the Avengers, he noticed how much time they spent together, and jealousy started to fester within him. Steve was the only person he felt comfortable being around in the tower and she constantly took him away from Bucky. Everyone else seemed to have an aversion to him, or so he assumed. He never gave anyone the chance to get to know him, locking himself up in his room most hours of the day. Bucky didn’t think anyone would want to get to know an ex-assassin, especially one that killed the Tony Stark’s parents. She was the one thing that kept Steve away from him and he despised it. So Bucky did what he did best and avoided any sort of interaction with her.

Steve looked at Bucky and suddenly, an idea popped in his head. He had noticed how closed-off Bucky had been since joining the Avengers and refused to let Y/N be alone, worried that she might make another brazen decision. He hatched a plan to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

“Bucky,” Steve said, making his way over to him. “You and Y/N will be assigned to the same room tonight.”

Bucky choked on his own spit in response and Y/N began to protest.

“You’re not serious, right?” Steve turned to face her with a stern expression.

“You’re not giving me any reason to trust you to be alone.” She let out a defeated sigh and crossed her arms across her chest.

“Why me?” Bucky asked, trying to figure out how he ended up in this situation.

Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Because I trust you, Buck. I need you to do this for me.”

Bucky could see the desperation in Steve’s eyes and reluctantly nodded.

Steve was able to obtain another key card to the hotel room that Y/N was assigned to for the mission. He forgot to take into account the logistics of the sleeping arrangements, leaving Bucky to find a single bed as he entered Y/N’s room.

Bucky froze, his right hand on the door handle, keeping it open, his left hand by his side, holding his duffel bag. He racked his brain, trying to figure out what to do, when Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Relax,” she started, motioning for him to come inside. “I’ll sleep on the floor, alright?”

Y/N knew that Bucky didn’t like her, despite Steve trying to convince her otherwise. It hurt her feelings a bit, especially after she’d learned so much about him through both Steve’s stories and the time she spent tracking him down. He was such an important person to Steve, her close friend, and Bucky hated her. At first, she figured he was shy and wasn’t ready to open up to anyone else, especially after all the trauma he endured. But she realized he actively disliked her over time, with Bucky always leaving the room when she entered or ignoring her offers to hang out with her and Steve. Eventually, she gave up on reaching out to Bucky, as she only seemed to upset him further, no matter what she did. She figured it was for the best.

Bucky stepped into the room and shook his head.

“Bed’s too soft for me anyways, I’ll take the floor,” he grumbled.

Y/N shrugged in response, knowing that Bucky would be too stubborn to try and argue against. She turned around and picked up the phone, calling the front desk to ask for extra blankets and pillows. When she hung up the phone, she turned back to Bucky to see him nod in thanks.

The rest of the night was silent, as they both prepared for bed, taking turns going into the bathroom to wash up and change. While Y/N was in the bathroom, Bucky arranged the extra blankets and pillows into a makeshift bed on the ground, something that he’d done countless times before. Y/N exited the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt that covered her shorts, and placed her toiletries bag in one of the hotel dresser drawers.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Bucky grunted in response, grabbing some clothes and a bag headed for the bathroom.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he stated, just before shutting the door behind him. Y/N scoffed at his comment, gently climbing into bed, in an attempt to not further injure her ribs. She winced as she tried to get into a comfortable position before settling to sleep on the side of her unaffected ribs.

Bucky emerged from the bathroom to see Y/N lying on her left side, her back towards him. He assumed that she had already fallen asleep and quietly crawled into his makeshift bed.

Approximately 10 minutes had passed, when he heard her sniffling. At first, he thought the noise was coming from outside the window, but he traced it back to her. He remained lying on his back for a moment, deciding whether or not to say something. Bucky sighed before speaking.

“You okay?” Y/N immediately stiffened upon hearing Bucky’s voice. She was hoping that he wouldn’t hear her crying, despite his super soldier hearing abilities.

“Yeah, ‘m fine,” she replied back, her voice wavering as she spoke. Y/N hated how weak and pathetic she sounded in that moment. Her fractured ribs made it hard for her to breathe and the adrenaline, that was previously shielding her from the pain, had faded, leaving her to lie there in agony. On top of that, she also felt that this mission solidified her belief that Steve had little faith in her ability to be an Avenger. The last thing she wanted to do right now, was to confess her insecurities to Bucky.

Bucky’s attitude softened, hearing Y/N’s voice crack when she spoke. He knew she’d gotten hurt due to her own, dumb, decision during the mission. Bucky quietly pulled his blankets off and stood up, leaving the room without saying another word. As soon as the door shut, Y/N burst into tears. Bucky did exactly as he’d done in the past many times before, leave. She wasn’t sure why this time upset her more than the rest. Probably because she knew that he was aware of her crying and he’d still chosen to abandon her completely.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, causing her to stop crying. Y/N listened to Bucky’s footsteps growing closer, and felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat on the edge she was facing towards. She peered over the blanket she was covering her face with, to see Bucky facing her, holding a bag of ice, wrapped in a towel. Bucky’s heart sank at the sight of her glossy eyes and tear stained cheeks in the moonlight.

“For your ribs,” he spoke softly, gesturing to the ice bag in his hands.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Y/N took the bag from him, attempting to slowly sit up. She closed her eyes as she grimaced, and suddenly felt a hand on her back, helping her up. Her eyes opened to reveal Bucky, with a soft smile on his lips. She silently thanked him again, placing the ice bag on the right side of her ribcage.

“Thought you hated me,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze down on her lap. He furrowed his brows, keeping his eyes on her.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Well, you definitely don’t like me.”

Bucky paused at her comment, thinking about his next words, before responding.

“I don’t like that you take up all of Steve’s free time,” he grumbled, causing Y/N to quickly look up at Bucky, his eyes averting her gaze. Her face fell, immediately realizing why Bucky had treated her so coldly all this time. He just missed his friend.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up at her in response. “I didn’t realize, I’m sorry.”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t expecting her to be so kind and understanding, even coming up with multiple points to argue back at her. He realized then that he didn’t know her at all, but that he wanted to now. In an instant, she became an entirely different person. He studied her eyes and wondered if they had always sparkled like that, if her cheeks were naturally rosy, or if her lips had always been so pink and plump.

His expression softened and he cleared his throat. “It’s fine,” he muttered, tearing himself away from her gaze to look down at his lap. After a moment of silence, Bucky stood up to return back to the floor.

“Stay.” The words left Y/N’s mouth before she had time to process them. Bucky froze and turned to face her. “I mean, if you want to, of course. Just figured the floor must be super uncomfortable for you.” Y/N felt a blush creep up onto her cheeks and kicked herself mentally. She looked down at her hands, regretting the words she spoke, before feeling the bed dip again. She looked up to see Bucky. He smiled and she almost melted at the sight.

She shifted over, putting the ice bag on the nightstand, as Bucky crawled into bed next to her. The two rested on their backs, both staring at the ceiling in silence. Bucky remained at a respectful distance away, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. Y/N turned on her left side, her good side, to face him.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me.”

Bucky turned on his side to face her before responding.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

A strand of her hair had fallen in front of her face and Bucky, instinctively, reached out a hand to tuck it behind her ear. Immediately, he regretted it, about to pull his hand back when Y/N took her hand and placed it on top of his, guiding it to rest on her cheek. He cupped her face in his hand and she leaned into his embrace. Bucky felt his heart rate increase as she moved her body closer to his, wrapping the arm she used to hold his hand on her face, across his side. He shifted towards her as well, wrapping his arm around her body, bringing her closer to him.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, nervous that he might have somehow misinterpreted the situation. He hadn’t been with a woman in such an intimate way in years and had no idea what he was doing. Y/N looked up at him and nodded, before snuggling her face into his chest and Bucky felt a wave of calm wash over him.

“Can you stay here tonight?” Y/N mumbled, her face pressed into his chest. He chuckled at the vibrations from her voice and kissed her temple, smoothing her hair back.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me to, honey.”

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

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