FORSAKEN SURVIVORS/KILLERS x BUNNY!SURVIVER!READER
Note:had to redo thes duo to my Tumblr glitching so bad
WARNING:cringe,might be ooc,not proof read,some parts might be wrong so I’m Srry
SURVIVOR
NOOB:
they were very surprised to see someone to have bunny ears and bunny tail.
they wanted to touch your bunny ears but they well give you space
they well give you bloxy cola
wants to cuddle you so bad duo to you looking so fluffy and cuddly
they can’t handle your cuteness like holy bunny
CHANCE:
Thes mf would teases you of how cute you are with having bunny features
protects you in rounds
tries to impress you
wants to pat you so much
rlly hope that spade,his bunny, likes you so much
spade it’s still the best bnnuy tho.
bnnuy
SHEDLETSKY:
he’s gonna give you a chicken or two duo to your cuteness
Protects you during rounds
mf pats you after rounds IF you don’t mind ofc
well find it cute IF you both cuddle and that you end up falling asleep duo to vro being soft AND fat
ok that’s it idk what else my gang
BUILDERMAN:
was surprised at first but some time to time well get comfortable around you
wants to pat you but might not ask you
alright that’s it I’m Srry but idk what to do with thes guy
DUESAKKAH DUESEKKAR:
truly surprised at first
treats you gently
well protect and help you during rounds
well pat you a lil
pumpkin guy approves you yay
TAPH:
mf well pat you with no hesitation
trying to help you (blud is trying)
hugs you MAYBE
ok idk what else to put here
GUEST1337:
confused at first but respects and treats you gently and carefully
protects you sometimes
we’ll keep an eye on you duo to MAYBE your fragile and might get hurt
respects your boundaries
(“B-but he’s a married man!-“ OMG ik that he’s married to daisy and has a kid named charlotte but damn dawg why can’t we have in here and so maybe I’ll put platonic MAYBE idk??)
TWOTIME:
blud is looking at you deep in your soul
MIGHT protect you
MAYBE well look at you sleeping SOMETIMES.
pats you PROBABLY
well stop staring at you if you’ll get uncomfortable
007N7:
treats carefully
well leave you alone if you wanted to be
wants to try and pat your bunny ears but gives you space
if you didn’t know shit about his past well uh idk. You might go closer to him while being oblivious about his past
if you knew about his past actions than idk. You can forgive him or nah.
ELLIOT:
gives you pizza
pizza
gives pizza
yes
wanna pat your bunny ears (maybe to calm him down/relax him duo to him MAYBE might be stress after every rounds)
treats extra nicely
warns you about 007n7 (would respect you if you are still going to talk to 007n7, but he’s very confused of why you wanna talk to that guy.)
KILLERS
1x1x1x1:
he hates how cute you are. You make him hesitate to kill you. You looked too fragile. Too vulnerable.
he’s supposed to feel negative feelings towards EVERYTHING..but you make him feel so…strange in his chest.
he even left you to be a lms too.
he hates how..fluffy you look…so cuddly….
you annoy him. You irritate him. But why he feels so strange inside? Ohh he needs to know what did you do to make him feel like thes everytime your in front of him
JOHN DOE:
how..strange...you make him feel so....weird that spares you sometimes.
He considers you a cute yet weird survivor..duo to you making him NOT want to kill you
He feels quiet irritated that he doesnt kill you and that sometimes might loose the round and let you and the survivors win but oh well
Alright that might be it mb
COOLKIDD(PLATONIC!!):
Thes mf might accidentally pull your bunny tail or ears so be careful
Thinks your very cute and thought that you can also turn into a bunny bunny
Hugs you tightly that maybe might break your back so badly
Talks about his papa to you
(THES WAS STRICTLY PLATONIC)
GUEST666:
Confused and curious about you
Pokes you, especially on your bunny ears and maybe on your bunny tail
۶ৎ; synopsis: determined to fix his relationship with your mother, liam gallagher weasels his way into your every day life, showing up in each aspect of your life you didn't think possible. after all, he charmed you, who's to say he can't charm her as well?... 𑣲
۶ৎ; pairing: pre fame! liam gallagher x innocent fem!reader
۶ৎ; word count: 9k
ꨄ︎; content warnings: 18+, smut in the first half and in the last half, fluff, humour, liam courting the reader, lots of courting, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, corruption kink, soft sex, aftercare, virgin!reader, first time sex, liam takes readers virginity, body worship, praise, liam talks you through it, panty stealing?? etc!
a/n: the final chapter is here! i wanna thank @dykwimean for helping me with the liam doing chores section, her brain is beautiful. once again, i just wanna thank @highflyingcami and @beherenowl for influencing this series and i hope u guys enjoyed, i will be writing ur requests again now, and will reopen them soon! i got rlly carried away with this chapter, sorry!!!
liam gallagher was determined; whenever he sat his sights on something, he would do anything to get it. even if that meant dragging wet grass and soil across the side of your house, his dirty footprints staining your wooden floor with each repeated climb into your room. he would always wipe the mess away, shooting you a boyish grin each time his head peeked through your windowsill.
just like those times he used to wait for you after work, sneaking into your room became another bad habit of his. like clockwork, at 6pm sharp every day, liam gallagher would crawl into your room like a stray dog, seeking you out. and god, how could you ever hate him when he stared at you with his big blue eyes, shimmering with mischief and affection?
"got 'cha somethin'," liam's lips were stretched into a wide grin as he approached you, a small trail of dirt smudged over his cheek, one of his hands held behind his back. you smirked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow before he thrust a small, messy handful of flowers towards you. the green stems were a little bit bent, the flowering white buds slowly wilting from being stuffed in the back pocket of his jeans. "ta-da!"
you immediately recognised the flowers — the small ones from your garden bed. you let out a quiet laugh of disbelief, taking them from his hands before bowing politely as a joke. liam's face immediately lit up, his hand wiping over his dirty cheek, though he only smudged the dirt further across his cheek.
"what's are these for then?" you asked shyly, walking over to your bathroom to fill a vase up. liam immediately followed after you, trailing carefully behind you as he spoke.
"mam said i should always give 'em to a pretty girl," liam's voice was quiet, holding a twinge of shyness as you turned your head over your shoulder. he rubbed a hand over the back of his nape before leaning his head back and rubbing his hand over the front of his neck. "thought it'd be a nice thing to do, considering 'ya mam has a vendetta against me."
"oh yeah, what are you going to do about that by the way?"
"charm her," liam joked with a wink, his smile cheeky as he took a step closer towards you. "'s what i did with you."
"and they say chivalry is dead," you joked as you placed the flowers into the vase before turning back to liam. "get over here, you're dirty."
"don't i know it," liam joked, wiggling his eyebrows as you scoffed and rolled your eyes. he let out a small laugh just as you wet a cloth, staring down at you as you reached upwards, sliding the wet fabric over the mess on his face. a small shiver ran down his spine as your other hand cupped his cheek, holding him still as you cleaned his face. "...only f'you, though."
you sucked in a small breath, eyes shifting to meet his. his lips ticked into a small smile, one that barely showed his teeth as his eyes narrowed, eyelids drooping down slightly. the room felt smaller, the air growing thick as you tried to ease the nerves sizzling at the back of your throat.
liam's hand reached to cup your cheek, slowly leaning his head down as his eyes stayed on yours. he could feel the blood warming under your skin, causing his smile to widen before he pressed his lips against yours. your hands dropped from his face as he pushed you against the sink, hands dropping to greedily grip at your hips.
"liam—!" you gasp as he lifts you up onto the sink, sliding in between your spread legs and smashing his lips back against yours. his fingertips slide up from your hipbones, breaching the fabric of your shirt and grazing over your skin. you try and squeeze your legs together, only for liam's larger frame to stop you from doing so.
liam pulls away, lips curling back into a smirk as you stare back at him, flushed and needy. his fingers trail back down your stomach as you look back up at him, panting and waiting for his next move. your stomach clenches as his fingers dip between your inner thighs, his head leaning in closer towards your ear, warm but rough palms sliding the hem of your skirt upwards. a small gasp is ripped from your lips as the pads of his fingers drag across your clothed cunt, the featherlight touch enough to make you squirm under him.
"is my baby all wet 'n needy, already?" his words are filthy, though they only go straight through your core as he pulls his head back to stare down at you, his lips curled into a cocky, self-assured smirk. your eyes fall shut as his calloused fingers begin to rub small, tantalizing circles over your clothed clit, warm surges of pleasure rolling through you. "nah, c'mon, eyes on me, babe."
you shyly pry your eyes back open as his fingers continue to tease your needy cunt, his eyes growing a shade darker as you do so. his free hand slides over your cheek, his thumb dropping to trace the shape of your pursed lips. you're both silent for a moment, staring back at each other as his fingers continue to slide over you.
"so obedient," he whispers, the pad of his thumb dragging your bottom lip downwards, your jaw automatically dropping open at the motion. liam's stomach curls, a dark heat flaring through his abdomen as he softly dips his thumb inside of your mouth. he watches as your tongue automatically curls around the digit, eyes wide and doe-like as you stare at him, seeking approval, which he undoubtfully gives you. "good girl."
your next breath comes out shaky as the fingers playing with your clothed clit loop around the edge of your panties, pulling the fabric aside to reveal your bare, desperate cunt. liam's eyes flicker back to yours, silently asking for permission before his fingers slide through your glistening folds, cause a quiet moan to slip from your lips, the sound muffled against his fingers.
"jesus..." liam breathes out as he collects your abundance of slick, head dropping to watch your thighs twitch as his wet fingers circle over the hood of your clit. your back arches forward, hips subtly trying to grind against his hand as you suck his thumb deeper into his mouth. "that's it, baby."
his words only cause your clit to pulse as he finally begins to knead small, soft circles over your clit. your eyes flutter shut, head leaning back against the mirror as warm, syrupy pleasure courses thick throughout your body, thighs tensing with each electrifying rub over your cunt.
"mm, does it feel good?" liam's voice is quiet, husky as he speaks, eyes cautiously looking up at your face as he pulls his wet thumb from your soft mouth. you nod wordlessly, dropping your head back down to watch as liam pulls his other pair of fingers from your cunt, sliding them down towards your clenching hole. "yeah, baby, yeahhh i know."
a sharp gasp is ripped from your throat as a single finger breaches your clenching hole, walls clamping down around the digit as his other hand slides his saliva-stricken thumb over your messy bundle of nerves. you back arches forward, hips bucking against his hand as you try and force him deeper inside of you.
"liam, please," you breathe out a beg, though you're not even sure what you're asking for yourself. liam hums in response, tilting his head upwards to catch your lips into another kiss. he swallows each quiet gasp and whimper he pulls from you as he slowly thrusts his finger inside of you, his thumb sliding over your clit in the same rhythm of each pump.
"i've got 'cha," liam murmurs against your lips as the familiar knot begins to form in your stomach, your toes beginning to curl as he curls his fingers inside of you. liam drops his mouth from yours, beginning to pepper open-mouthed kisses over the side of your neck as your entire body curls into him. "good girl, you gonna cum f'me?"
you nod as you lean your head over your shoulder, hands flying up to cover your mouth as he continues to work his finger inside of you. your hips stutter with each swipe of his thumb over your clit, the knot coiling tighter inside of your stomach as your entire body warms up.
"please—!" you squeak out, hands gripping onto his shoulders as you tear your head backwards, eyes opening to look at him. liam's heart lurches at how desperate you look; eyebrows furrowed upwards, lips trembling as small whimpers fall from the edges, eyes glassy and dazed. "please, liam—ah! please!"
his eyebrows twitch for a second as you continue to keep making noise against his shoulder, as if you can't help it— oh, fuck. you're trying to ask for permission, just like he does with you. flames crawl up his body as he looks down at you, vulnerability and desperation swimming in the brims of your eyes. his breath hitches as you continue to whine out quiet pleas, the sound muffled against his shoulder.
"cum f'me, baby," he whispers out, the words instantaneous as your entire body goes rigid, eyes screwing shut as your orgasm washes over you. liam continues his ministrations as you ride out your orgasm, murmuring out small words of praise as you let out a broken whine. "good girl, thaaat's it, shh, shh."
your body falls against him as he pulls his hands away, one hand wrapping around your back, pulling you into a hug while he pops his messy fingers inside his mouth. you're too dazed to notice, blinking away stars as the tremors of your orgasm continue to slowly shake throughout your body.
"you okay?" liam asks, pulling you off his shoulder and softly pressing a small peck against your forehead. you nod, still half-dazed as he rests your back against the mirror, dropping onto his knees as he pushes your quivering thighs back open, looking at the messy smear of slick against your inner thighs. "good girl, one more f'me, yeah?"
"wait—i need a second!" you yelp as he looks back up at you, a devilish grin spreading over his pink lips. his eyebrows furrow with faux curiosity, his thumbs rubbing small circles into the skin. "'s too much..."
"that's how you're supposed t'do it, remember?" liam drawls, eyes heavy and dark as he swipes his tongue over your messy cunt. your cheeks warm as your hips twitch at the overwhelming sensation, his voice muffled against your wet cunt. "don't tell me you forgot, silly..."
you shake your head before it falls back against the mirror as his tongue laps at your puffy cunt, hands dropping to grip at his head. liam moans, the vibrations causing your entire body to shiver as you try and pull him off you. liam lifts his head as one of his hands drops back down to circle your cunt, looking up at you through his eyelashes.
"one more, 'kay? you're a good girl, you can take it."
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the next few days proved just how determined liam gallagher was. once he weaselled his way into your life, he would pop up in every single crevice, eyes glimmering with mischief and a huge boyish grin plastered on his face. he continued to sneak into your room at least four days a week, bringing you small flowers from your garden once a week to refresh the dying ones in your vase.
your mother naturally grew curious, wary about your little white lie about 'picking them each time you came home from work.' she had her suspicions, though, she never pushed any harder than needed. it slowly came to a rest, each time she entered your room, her eyes naturally falling to where they sat on your desk. little did she know just how hard liam was about to weasel his way into her life.
you held a mug of coffee in your hand, sleepily staring out the kitchen window and taking a sip. the morning was rather quiet, sun spreading over the concrete driveway, pooling into your kitchen counter, and casting a shadow of no other than liam gallagher. your eyes widened as you watched liam saunter up to your doorstep, a small handful of flowers in his hand. fuck.
you tried to rush over to the door without alerting your mum sitting in the living room, only for liam to swing the door wide open. you jumped backwards, eyes wide with a incredulous look on your face. liam winked at you before popping his head through the door, calling out to your mum.
"mornin', mrs l/n, sorry to bother," liam announced, flashing your mother with a bright grin. "just poppin' out for some groceries, wanted t'know if youse needed anythin', just so 'ya wouldn't have to go out later on."
"liam, what the fuck are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled under your breath, only making liam's grin spread wider across his face. he silently handed you the small bunch of flowers, eyes still focused on your mother, her peace clearly disturbed.
"um, no..." your mother responded, eyebrows furrowed inwards with confusion, and even holding a small twinge of annoyance. liam nodded before retreating his head back outside, waving enthusiastically as he called out.
"no problem, see 'ya mrs and miss l/n, take it easy!"
what the fuck?
you turned to face your mum; one eyebrow raised as her eyes slowly fell to the small make-shift bouquet held in your hands. your eyes followed before you nervously met her eyes, a nervous smile spreading across your lips. she let out a sigh before turning back towards her newspaper, shaking her head softly.
"that boy doesn't know when to give up, does he?"
don't you know it.
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liam didn't let up; every second day, sometimes even every day, liam was bouncing off the walls trying to please your mum. he kept his eye on your house, seizing each and every opportunity to 'bother' your mother with something under the guise of helping her. each day you came home from work, your mum had a new story about the little troublemaker next door. ranging from him taking the bins out for her and even offering to take the rubbish from inside the house while doing so, to bringing back essential groceries so you and your mother never had run low on milk or eggs.
it was cute. and you mourned the fact that you were hardly there to see it. whenever liam snuck back into your room, he'd never mention it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. he'd take note of the small things you said saying you were missing or running out of, and he would be there at 8am sharp the next morning, a small paper bag of groceries in his arms.
and every single time your mum asked how he knew, he'd shrug and said he "had his ways" and "figured you guys were running out by now." and you even saw your mother smile at his antics, a small chortle falling from her lips whenever she saw liam waiting outside to deliver them. but hey, it was working.
"mornin' mrs l/n!" liam greeted her like he did every morning, paper bag in his arms and his familiar. your mother thanked him, reaching out to grab the bag from him before liam intervened. "lemme put 'em away f'ya! promise, it ain't a big deal."
"oh, alright," your mother responded after a small debate, unable to say no to him. he chuckled before stepping inside, politely taking his shoes off before shuffling into the kitchen. "...why are you doing this, liam?"
"'cause i should be," liam responded honestly as he opened the fridge, a small smile peeking through his lips as he saw the array of treats that were so obviously yours hiding in the corner. "plus, makes me have somethin' to do."
your mother went silent for a moment, lost in thought as she watched the shaggy-haired boy unload the groceries into the fridge. liam turned around once he was done, shooting a quick glance at the clock before opening his mouth once more.
"saw your garden is a lil' overgrown, d'ya want me to get that sorted for 'ya, mrs l/n?"
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you slowly trudged home, shoulders heavy with the weight of exhaustion after a long day of work, eyes droopy as you rounded the corner of your street.
"wa-hey! y/n!"
"oh my god..." you mumbled under your breath, looking up to find liam gallagher standing in your garden. he had a small bucket hat covering his mop of hair, dirt and sweat smudged over his cheeks and shirt, hands clad in pruning gloves as he waved enthusiastically, his big boyish grin still plastered on his face. “what on earth…?”
“doin’ some gardenin’, duh!” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world, holding up his shovel. you both stared at each other for a second, a familiar warmth unfurling in your chest as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “fuckin’ hard work, eh?”
just as you both went silent, your mum exited the house with a glass and a jug of water, catching both of yours attention. liam gently placed the shovel on the ground before jogging over to your mother, calling out for her to stay there.
“thought you might need some water,” your mum said with a smile as liam graciously took the glass of water, chugging it down in one big sip. “i think you should call it day, the last thing i want is you passing out on my lawn.”
“ha-hey! trust i’d never,” liam smiled back at her, taking the jug from her and pouring himself another glass. “think i’d make a nice statement piece though, don’t ‘ya reckon?”
you stared, gobsmacked, as your mother laughed at his stupid joke. you watched liam talk to your mother like everything that happened previously was water under the bridge, her hand even patting his shoulder affectionately as she wished him well before stepping back inside.
“told ‘ya,” liam’s voice was smug as he walked back over to you, nudging your shoulder playfully. “charm always works.”
“you’re a loser,” you snorted out as you walked over to grab his shovel off the ground. “are you comin’ back tomorrow for all…this?”
“‘course i am! gotta win ‘ya mum over somehow, plus, it looks like it’s workin’.”
“i think she just likes the free labour.”
“is it free labour if i’m doing it for love?” liam dramatically laid his hand over his heart, his voice teasing though you swore you could detect an inkling of truth in his words. the words made your heart flutter in your chest, eyes skidding over to meet his as a shy smile made its way across your face. “can ‘ya walk me home? you have a territorial raccoon who isn’t too keen on me makin’ advances on ‘ya. between you and me, i don’t think he likes me too much.”
“you’re a fucking dork.”
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like clockwork, liam was outside your house bright and early the next day, pruning the bushes with his little gloves on.
“mornin’, sleepy,” liam drawled through the open kitchen windows, making you jump as you opened the fridge. you turned to face him, his grin stretching wider as he saw how tired you were as if you were still trying to wake up.
“mornin’.” you yawned out, smiling at him before turning back around. you felt his eyes on you as you sleepily made your breakfast, and you blamed the sun on how warm your cheeks felt all of a sudden. you slid him a glass of orange juice through the cracked windowsill. “i bet your weird ass likes pulp?”
"oh, so now it's weird to drink the fruit the way god intended? i see how it is." liam shot back, causing you to roll your eyes playfully. you turned your back to him, not noticing the way his eyes lingered on your back, following your every move as you danced around the kitchen. "oi, gimme 'ya trash i'll take it out f'ya."
"what a gentleman," you commented, half-mumbling as you tied off the trash bag, walking over the front door. liam bowed and grabbed the bag from you, causing another giggle to fall from your lips as you stepped outside with him, leaving the door open a crack. you wordlessly followed him down the driveway, hands behind your back as you observed his yard work. "thank you, for doing this."
"no biggie!" liam called out as he walked over to the trash can, holding the small bag over the top before dropping it in. "jesus fuckin' christ—!"
liam yelped as a small creature shot out of the trash can, the lid clattering against the concrete. liam stumbled backwards as you let out a small yelp, running over to the side of the driveway in an attempt to avoid the animal's path.
"the door—the door!" you yelled out, watching in horror as the small racoon shot through the small gap of your door, running into your house. your head snapped back over to liam who laid on the floor, mouth agape before he rushed to stand up, tripping over his hands and feet a few times in the process. instead of rushing towards your house, liam ran over to you, giving you a quick look up and down as his hands hovered over your shoulders. after making sure you were okay, he let out a heavy sigh, head turning over towards the door.
"you're dealing with that." you immediately said causing liam to let out a small scoff of disbelief, his hand covering his chest.
"but you left the door open!"
"that's a fricking wild animal! and you're wearing gloves, i'm not!"
"that's your territorial raccoon, y'know? and i just dropped a trash bag on 'im, so if i go in there he's going to kill me with his tiny paws." liam crossed his arms over his chest, the serious tone in his voice making you double over in laughter. "and yer' gonna have to live with the weight of my death for the rest of your life. then what? then what, y/n?"
"you are not serious," you laughed out, wiping a tear from your eye as liam let out a small sigh. he shook his head playfully at you before sucking in a deep breath for confidence. "go on, get in there, you're my mum's favourite now, remember?"
"oh jeez," liam chuckled before clearing his throat and putting on a fake posh accent. "don't worry, m'lady, i'll handle it swift and safely."
you watched as liam carefully trudged into your house, head flicking from each direction as he tried to spot where the animal was cowering in your house. after a few loud clatters and muffled swears and yelps, liam emerged victorious. he held the clearly angry racoon by the scruff, holding it as far out as he could from his body with a scared grimace on his face as he slowly walked forwards.
"get in the house, i'm gonna release i'm and run back inside. don't 'ya fuckin' dare close the door on me, you hear me?" liam cautiously spoke, leaning his head backwards as if the racoon could turn around and bite him at any second. you inched back towards your front door as liam approached the hedges connecting your property with his own. "okay...now!"
liam gently threw the animal back into the garden before spinning on his heels and sprinting back towards where you cowered inside your house. your chest lurched as liam almost crash-landed through your door, almost slipping over himself before slamming the door shut behind him, slamming his back against the frame.
"how d'ya like me now then, eh?" liam wiggled his eyebrows at you after a moment of silence, playfully flexing his biceps and kissing them. "proved i can protect 'cha, didn't i?"
"you dropped the bag on the poor guy."
"hey! how was i supposed to know he was in there?"
"by using your eyes, perchance."
you didn't notice your mum standing atop the staircase, watching you and liam dissolve into playful bickering, loud laughs of glee echoing off the walls as you both shoved each other. a small smile crept across her face as she turned to walk back upstairs, shaking her head softly.
maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
you woke up the next morning to the sound of bickering voices arising from downstairs, your eyes slowly fluttering open, still heavy with sleep and fatigue as you leaned forward, rubbing your eyes open. you yawned quietly, brain trying to process what was causing the commotion beneath you.
"...just...note...leave it...fuckhead!"
you blinked a few times, trying to string the fragmented words together before swinging your legs over the side of your bed, rubbing at your eyes once more before getting up and walking downstairs. with each step, the voices grew louder despite how hushed they were, words bleeding through the cracks of your front door.
"fuckin' put in the letterbox and move!"
"but what if it's not good enough?—"
"who cares? c'mon you bastard! hurry up!"
liam and noel.
you couldn't help but smile as you caught a glimpse of them in your kitchen window, wittering away. you took the last step downwards, causing a large creak to fill the silent air around you. the brother's head snapped towards each other, both still for a moment before they bolted away, the thump of their indiscreet footsteps following them.
you laughed to yourself before walking over to your front door, deciding to go check the mail after the brother's suspicious whispers. as soon as you approached the letterbox, you saw a half-crumpled note stuck in the side, peeking out from the confines of the metal container.
oh my god. you scoffed, stifling a chuckle as you held the note in your hand, his messy handwriting scrawled across the page despite the deliberate attempt to make it neat(er). you smiled to yourself before walking back inside, catching liam from the corner of your eye. his head ducked below the window, caused by noel's hand smashing it down atop of it, a very audible 'shhh!' cutting through the air. you let out a quiet chortle before walking back inside, sitting down at the kitchen counter and skimming over the note.
"meet me at mine at 4pm. as you were - LG x"
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at 4pm, like clockwork, you found yourself sitting on liam gallagher's roof, shoulders pressed against each other as you both stared out into the distance. you had tried to lie to your mum, though she simply told you that liam had already asked for permission to invite you over, which was something new. the thought made you smile, maybe liam's charm had worked afterall.
"y'know you can call me instead of writing, right?" you chuckled softly, pressing your shoulder against his. he hummed in response, turning his head to shoot you a small smile as he lit his cigarette before popping it into his mouth.
"yeah, thought it'd be nice though," liam mumbled after taking a drag, waving his hands around softly. "be a proper romantic and allat,"
"hm yeah, not very rock 'n roll though, is it?"
"you fuckin' take that back right now." liam took the cigarette from his mouth and pointed a playfully aggressive finger at your chest, causing you to let out a quiet laugh. a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, the sun beginning to set in the horizon as you rest your head on his shoulder. liam turns his head to blow the smoke away from you, his free hand wrapping around your shoulder. "can i ask you somethin'?"
"of course," you responded almost immediately, rolling your head over his shoulder to stare up at him through your eyelashes. the sight made liam suck in a sharp, nervous breath as he stubbed the cigarette out on the tiles next to him. he mulled the thought over in his head as he brushed away the hot ash, uncharacteristically quiet as you added a small "anything."
"was just wonderin' if i uh," liam scratched at the back of his neck, trying to hide how nervous he really was. "if i could be 'ya boyfriend or whatever you wanna call it."
"what?" you replied out nervously, honestly thinking it was some sort of cruel joke on you. liam let out an annoyed sigh, shaking his head at himself as he looked down at his knees before looking back down at you.
"hold on, lemme do this proper, c'mere." he gently pulled himself away from you, gesturing to head back inside. you nodded, a little starstruck as he clambered back inside before outstretching his hand, guiding you safely back through the window. your heart was thumping against your chest, cheeks warm as you mind reeled faster with each second you waited. was he serious?
he left for a quick second before returning with a small bouquet of home-grown flowers, a sheepish smile on his face as he approached you. your eyes widened slightly, a small, astonished laugh falling from your lips as he shyly handed them to you.
"so," he breathed out, eyes shifting around the room as you looked down at the flowers, a grin spreading across your lips. "...do you wanna go out with me?"
"this isn't some cruel joke, right?"
"'course not!" liam exclaimed, eyebrows furrowing inwards as he took a step towards you, a little offended by your scepticism. "i grew those f'you, y'know? i'd never joke 'bout that."
"wait, what?"
"yeah, i had 'em in my garden, but i kinda forgot 'bout 'em 'til i met you," he admitted nervously, swallowing harshly as he met your eyes. "started takin' care of them again after i made you drop 'ya eggs. so uh, here they are."
your breath got caught in your throat at his admission, cheeks warming under his gaze as you stared down at the make-shift bouquet. the flowers were definitely a little pre-mature, and some stems were a little crushed, no doubt from the manhandling liam bestowed upon them. though, it only added to the sentiment behind them.
your eyes flicked back up to him, overcome with emotion as your heart swelled with warmth, eyebrows furrowing upwards as tears began to brim against your waterline. liam let out a small 'aw' of sympathy before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
"that's really sweet," you whispered out as liam pressed a kiss against your forehead, his hand rubbing against your lower back as you both swayed back and forth. "thank you, liam."
"'s for love, innit?" he joked as he pulled away, the pad of this thumb gently wiping away stray tears as he smiled down at you. you let out a watery laugh before you both fell quiet, small smiles spreading across your lips. "so, is that a yes?"
you responded by tilting your head upwards, catching his lips in a tender kiss, to which liam eagerly responded to. his hands dropped to caress your waist, though, one grabbed the bouquet from your stray hand, keeping his lips against yours as he placed it down onto the desk next to him.
you had kissed liam before, but this time, it felt different; it was no longer full of empty promises. you had him, had all of him. your hands slid upwards to wrap around his neck, pulling him down closer against you as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding in between your lips. you let out a soft noise at the intrusion, causing liam's hands to roam, dipping downwards to grab your ass.
"liam—!" you gasp, breaking away from the kiss with a small smile. "noel's here, isn't he?"
"nah, nah, babe," liam's voice dropped an octave, turning sultry as he sought after your lips. "gone f'the night, as per my request."
you let out a small chuckle as liam pressed his lips back against you, taking a step forward and forcing you down against the bed. he swallowed your little laughs as he climbed over your smaller frame, lips smashing against yours as his hands roamed upwards from your waist, fingertips breaching the hem of your shirt.
liam pulled away as he gripped the edge of your shirt, pulling it off you as you raised your hands above your head before pulling him back into another kiss. his hands slowly roamed over your torso, hands sliding over your soft skin, caressing it as his fingers dip down your back, warm palms splaying against the skin and lifting you up slightly.
"fuck," liam breathes out as he pulls away, eyes landing on the lacey bra framing your tits, causing his cock to twitch beneath its confines. your breath is shallow and quick as you stare up at him, watching as his hands slide back over you, shaking his head softly. "you're so fuckin' beautiful."
his words go straight to your head, and somewhere much lower as well. it's not like he hasn't seen you like this before — spread out beneath him, flushed and vulnerable as he takes in the sight of you beneath him. but it's so different now that you're his; eyes wide with stars as you stare up at him, anxiously waiting for his next move. his hands move downwards as he leans his head down to press a soft kiss against the crevice of your neck.
"okay?" he tentatively asks as your hands thread through his hair, cradling the back of his head as he peppers soft kisses against your collarbone. you let out a soft moan of approval as he drags his lips just below your sternum, pressing an open-mouthed kiss over the skin. you feel his lips stretch into a smile as he slowly presses kisses in a small line until he stops just above the waistband of your pants.
his eyes flick upwards to meet yours as his warm hands slide down to hook around the waistband, silently asking for permission. you nod, thumbs rubbing small circles against the back of his head, causing his affectionate smile to grow warmer. he lifts his head from your lower stomach, tugging down the fabric until it pools around your ankles. liam's hands slide down your legs as he unloops the fabric from your ankles, carefully placing your shorts somewhere in his room before turning his attention back to you.
he lets out a shaky breath as he pushes against your inner thighs, palms spreading you open and revealing your cute little lace wrapped around your panties. the design matches your lacy bra, and liam swears he stops breathing for a second.
"jesus christ..." his face is burning as he presses it against your inner thigh, taking a moment for himself. his fingers creep up the side of your other thigh, the calloused pads of his fingers dragging across the fabric, nudging against your throbbing clit. "so pretty."
liam couldn't believe his cute little goody-two shoes neighbour was laying down in front of him, clad in a matching set you both knew was only for him. his face was flushed pink, the blush spreading to the tip of his ears as he cleared his throat, continuing to rub small circles over your clothed clit.
anticipation thrummed under your skin, mixing with the warm but small waves of pleasure coursing through you, causing your eyes to flutter shut at how overwhelming it all felt. with each swipe of his fingers, you felt as if you couldn't breathe enough — pulse pulsating underneath your skin as your lungs grew tighter.
his fingers stopped their ministrations before tugging the thin layer of fabric to the side, exposing your bare mound to him. liam sucked in a sharp breath, eyes dark and hungry as they flicked back up to look at you. you nodded slowly, unable to tear your eyes away as he leant forward, sliding his tongue through your wet folds. liam's eyes almost rolled back at the taste, his entire body melting into your taste as his tongue swiped over your clit.
"liam," you exhaled quietly, head falling backwards as your hands gripped at the stands of his hair, holding you steady as warm pleasure rolled through you. liam's big hands gripped your hips, holding you still as his lips slide over your messy cunt, grip tightening with each sloppy moan he pulls from you. "fuck!"
he seals his glistening lips over your clit, sucking it softly before letting it fall from his mouth, his fat tongue sliding back over it as he presses harder against you, trying to drink everything in. his tongue works sloppily, kneading desperate circles over your throbbing clit causing your back to arch, hips trying to buck upwards.
"stay still f'me, pretty" liam mumbles against your wet cunt as he presses you back down against the bed, your slick smearing across his chin. though, liam doesn't care, he just wants more — wants all of it. his tongue slides down towards where you clench around nothing before he pushes it inside of you, desperate to lap every drop you give him. "fuck, taste so good f'me, shit."
liam lets out a soft moan at your sweet taste, the vibrations causing your entire body to shudder as a knot forms in your stomach. his noise is buried against you, gently nudging your neglected clit as he fucks his tongue inside of you, a mixture of your slick and his saliva dripping down his chin, catching in the collar of his shirt. you gently pull at his hair, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling, causing him to pull his tongue from you and suck your clit back into his mouth.
wet, obscene, filthy noises bounce off the four walls as his tongue lashes over your clit in quick, ruthless strokes with only one goal in mind. he's panting into your wet cunt, mind thick with haze as he loses himself in the taste of you, needing his girl. his cock is throbbing behind the confines his pants, so hard it hurts, but he can't stop. won't stop until you're coming undone in his mouth.
one of his hands drops from your thigh, fingers dipping in the crevice of your thigh before sliding over your clenching hole, collecting your little pool of slick dripping from your cunt. you breath quickens as you realise wants about to come, unable to focus as his tongue continues to swallow your cunt whole.
"good girl, open up f'me," liam breathes against you as his finger pushes inside of you, pulling a choked moan of his name from your throat. your hips jerk forward, back arching slightly as he begins to thrust it inside of you, letting out quiet whimpers as your walls clamp down around him. "'s okay, gotta get 'cha ready f'me, yeah?"
his finger slowly drag against your walls, a clear contrast to the way his tongue aggressively circles over your clit, trying to pull everything from you. the combined feeling has you leaning your head back against the bed, hands tugging at his hair as thick waves of pleasure course through your body, your mind beginning to go blank as a familiar pressure built inside of you.
liam opens his eyes to look up at you, his lips puffy and glistening with hair sticking to his forehead. he pushes another finger inside of you, a small cry leaving your lips as he slowly spreads you open before curling them up inside of you. your thighs try to clench around his head, only for his other hand to push your legs back open, a small moan leaving his mouth.
"liam—!" you gasp out, the abundance of slick helping his fingers glide through you without any resistance, despite the way your walls clamped down around him. little pleas made their way past your bitten lips, and liam immediately understood. he kept the same pace, pressing his hips against your mattress in a desperate attempt to ease the consistent ache. "p-please!"
your back arches, thighs shaking as you cum with a broken cry of his name, his fingers buried deep inside of you as you pulsed around them. liam let out a similar grown, and still, he kept sucking, greedily licking over you as he tried to lap everything up. after the aftershocks ebbed through you, he pulled them free, slow and deliberate before sucking them into his mouth, sucking until there was nothing left. your head fell backwards as you panted, trying to catch your breath as liam pressed soft kisses over your inner thighs, rubbing his palms over the skin.
"good?" liam rasps out, tongue swiping over his slick-covered lips before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. you can only nod through heavy pants, thighs still shaking as he stands up, looking at your flushed face. "did so well for me, angel."
his eyes drop back down to your messy cunt, your panties ruined and half-covering your pulsing cunt. liam's teeth sink into his bottom lip as he continues to rub his hands over your thighs, cautiously looking back at you as his cock throbs at the sight of you ruined and messy underneath him. after a moment, you tilt your head upwards, looking at him confused.
"aren't you supposed to do it twice?"
the words hit liam like a punch to the stomach, his gut twisting with something dark and hungry as his tongue swipes back over his lips. he nods slowly, as if in thought as he slides his hands upwards to cup the underside of your clothed tits. his eyes flick up to yours, the sight of your cute little doe-eyes almost pulling a sinful groan from him.
"yeah, of course, baby," he murmurs, voice gentle as he gropes your tits before sliding his hands back down to spread your legs back open. he deliberately keeps your panties looped over the side, eyes drinking you in, infatuated by your cute little matching set. "gotta do it proper this time, though."
you nod, watching as he moves his hands to begin unbuckling his belt, sliding the leather through the loops slowly as he moves over to his desk. he opens the bottom draw, shuffling his hand through it before pulling out a small wrapper, shooting you a smirk as he walks back over to you. he shuffles his pants down his legs, pulling his cock from his briefs that have a very obvious wet spot on them before stepping back between your legs.
"you okay, love?" he asks as he rolls the condom on before softly spitting on his fingers and sliding them back over your messy cunt. you let out a quiet 'yes,' eyes fluttering shut as his wet fingers spread your folds open, fingertips threatening to breach your clenching hole. he hums in approval before sliding his arms under your knees, pulling you closer towards the edge of the bed.
it hits you all at once; how exposed you were, laying underneath him, legs hooked over his arms, about to give him all of you. your breath hitched as panic swelled in your chest, eyes widening a little as liam readjusted himself. liam immediately caught the flicker of panic in your face, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. you flinched for a second as you snapped out of your trance, eyes wide as you looked up at him.
"'s alright," liam cooed, stroking your cheek as he smiled at you, soft and familiar. "we'll go slow, there's no pressure, yeah? want 'ya to feel good, 'kay?"
you nodded, your throat tight and burning slightly as nerves simmered in the pit of your stomach. liam tapped your cheek affectionately, letting out a quiet 'good girl' as he lined himself up with your entrance, the wet tip of his cock bumping against you. whatever thought that was in your head vanished completely, your chest rising as you sucked in a sharp breath.
your eyes flew open as he pressed the tip of his cock inside of you, a sharp, unfamiliar burn settling through your hips. your hands scrambled to grip at his shoulder blades, nails catching on his skin as your walls stretched around him, trying to make room to accommodate his length.
"you okay?" liam breathed out, his body beginning to tremble with restraint as he looked down at you, his cock twitching at the sight. you squeaked out a small, high-pitched hum as one hand dropped to caress his triceps, the burn slowly simmering into a dull ache, teetering on the edge of pleasure. "need to hear 'ya, baby."
"'m okay," you whispered, letting out small breaths as the muscles in your lower body began to relax, making it easier for him to press in just a little more. "just...go slow."
"you're doin' so good, baby," liam whispered out small reassurances, one hand moving from your hip to interlace his fingers with your own. he laid your hand next to your head, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your forehead as he inched in a little more. "just a lil' more, 'kay?"
you both let out a small shudder as he bottomed out, your legs already shaking from the strange pressure of being full— you could feel every part of him. liam's breath was warm against your neck, stuttering every so often as he forced himself to be still inside of you. you winced as his cock twitched, your hips almost shying away from the dull ache as he quietly apologised.
your hand squeezed his, slowly beginning to loosen as the pain began to subside, shifting into something...comfortable. his fingers dug into the skin next to your hip, sweat beading against his hairline as he fought the urge to move, his breath shaky as he continuously looked back from your face to where you were both connected.
you blinked a few times, the grip around his hand loosening into something soft and gentle, your thumb grazing over his bruised knuckles. his jaw was tight with restraint, clenched as your walls gently pulse around him trying to suck him in deeper.
"i'm okay," you breathed out, your body beginning to adjust to his length. each breath is constricting as liam shakes above you, his face flushed and breath heavy as he looks at you, nodding softly. liam slowly dragged his cock back before gently pushing back in, his breath hitching as your walls clenched around him, trying to suck him back in further. you winced gently as he bottomed out, a small dull ache spreading through your lower abdomen, causing your legs to lock around his hips.
“you’re okay, baby,” liam murmured out softly, lifting his head up as he let go of your hand, moving to place it against your lower stomach. his fingertips danced over your skin as he pulled back, slowly pushing it back inside of you. he repeated that motion a few times before he settled into a gentle, slow pace. “bein’ so good f’me.”
the hand on your stomach slowly trailed downwards, the calloused pad of his thumb suddenly landing on your clit. you gasped, letting out a small moan of his name as he slowly began to knead small circles over you. the pleasure cut through the ache in your body, causing it to dissipate as each muscle in your body grew lax. your body felt looser, arms wrapping around his back as you pulled him down against you.
“atta girl,” liam praised as you opened up for him, his cock beginning to glide inside of you without resistance. he starts fucking you slow, long, deep drags that make wet, filthy sounds fill the room. it's intimate and almost overwhelming. his calloused, thick fingers stroke directly over your puffy clit, and all you can feel is him. "thaaat's it baby, feels good, doesn't it?"
"fuck," liam choked out, dropping his head at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. he loses his train of thought for a second as you moan in response, his stomach lurching as he realises he's fucking his cute little neighbour dumb. his thrusts turn a little sloppy as he readjusts his hips, moving so he can fuck you a little harder. "jesus, you feel so fuckin' good."
your thighs began to tremble as he fell into a slightly faster rhythm, your grip around his back growing tighter as hot pleasure tore through you. your mouth fell open, uncontrollable whimpers beginning to fall from your glistening lips. liam groaned at how helpless you sounded, his hips stuttering inside of you for just a second.
"liam please— don't stop!" your desperate little moan almost causes liam to combust as he fucks his cock harder inside of you, your nails digging into his shoulder blade as his thumb circled faster over your clit. liam pulled away, standing up straight to look down at your messy little cunt struggling to take all of him.
your back arched as your hands dropped down against his mattress, gripping the sheets beneath you. liam leaned his head back for a second, groaning deep and needy, struggling to keep his composure as you whined beneath him. it was overwhelming — too much, but not enough all at once. you let out a small whine, reaching out for him, trying to pull him back against you, and liam lost it.
he let out a groan of your name as he leant back down, moving his hands from you to wrap his arms around you. he slowed his thrusts, just a little, as one arm wrapped around your upper back, the other resting underneath your shoulder as his hand cradled the back of your head. you whined at the warmth of his body enveloping yours, keeping you safe and protected as he resumed his previous rhythm, causing you to let out a small sob.
"feel so fuckin' good, so perfect f'me, angel—shit!" liam rambled as he pressed his forehead against yours, slamming his hips against you. your eyes screwed shut as an overwhelming pleasure built inside of you. it was all too much; the stretch, the pressure building in your abdomen, his warmth, his words, everything. "needed 'ya so bad, fuck, love 'ya, babe. lemme hear 'ya, babe, need to hear 'ya."
"yeah—love you," you breathe out, legs beginning to shake around his waist as your heels press against his lower back, trying to keep his cock inside of you. liam lets out a whorish moan, thrusts falling into something sloppier and desperate, his hand from your head dropping to slide his thumb back over your clit. "liam!"
"good girl," liam hisses out as your cunt clamps down around him, your orgasm continuing to build inside of you. tears brim in your eyes as pleasure continuously thrums through you, overwhelming and sharp. "fuckin' cum f'me, baby. be a good girl and cum, yeah?"
his words shoot straight through you, your entire body tightening as your back bowed, stars shooting behind your eyelids as white-hot pleasure tore through your body. you came with a broken cry of his name, hips jerking as he continued to fuck his cock inside of you, holding you close against him.
liam's rhythm faltered as your walls pulsed around him before he stilled with one last deep thrust, bottoming out inside of you, letting out a frayed groan of your name as he came. you both stayed still for a second, holding onto each other as you both panted, trying to catch your breath. you trembled underneath him, a soft, warm glowing buzz settling over your body as your eyes fluttered shut.
"you okay?" liam asked after a long while, pushing himself up off you as he pulled himself from you carefully. you winced at the feeling before nodding dozily, unaware of anything for a moment before liam returned to you, laying down beside you and pulling you against him. "good?"
"yes—yeah," you whisper with a soft chuckle, opening your eyes to look over at him. "good."
"lemme take care of 'ya, stay still, yeah?" liam smiles, pressing a kiss against your temple before peeling himself off you, affectionately tapping your thigh. you hum in response as he loops his fingers around the waistband of your ruined panties, gently pulling them down before discreetly walking away and shoving them in his draw.
"i saw that," you murmur, voice full of humour.
"shh, 's a souvenir," he jokes back before disappearing into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. you weakly laugh, looking down at him with affection as he cleans up the slick mess in between your thighs, gently dabbing the cloth over you as you wince slightly.
after he cleaned you up and re-dressed you, though, he gave you one of his briefs instead of your panties he claimed were 'no good now,' he held you in his arms. you melted into his touch, savouring the moment as he pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek.
"can i have my panties back? they were kinda expensive, y'know."
"nah, 's a keepsake f'me now." liam shot back, making you snort and shake your head.
"you're gross."
"i love you." liam said in a sing-song tone, a cheeky grin spread across his face. his words caught you off guard for a second as his fingers interlaced with your own, pressing a small kiss against the back of your palm.
thank u guys for ur support and i hope u enjoyed the series! let me know if u want another chapter and i can sort of out a possible epilogue if needed <3
i think skreetnigga!duke x churchgirl!reader is really special
bcs it rlly was a hood love story from the beginning. like ever since yung bouls - yall was 5 years old in the streets of greenville like nobody’s business. him & his friends used to get dropped off at church a lot bcs their parents had to work, but you were alwayssss there bcs you family was mad involved.
every sunday, every saturday for childrens church, kids choir, ushering. yall weren’t bible thumping freaks or nothing but it’s just what yall always did. you didn’t mind, even at your young age it was just a good place to get your mind off things yk.
anddddd spend time with duke ofc. & yall was attached at the hip lowkey - he made his friends join kids choir anddd go to all the children’s church events just so he could see you more, & even started coming to service on sunday with his family so he could see you then too
always sat right next to you, pulled out every chair, opened every door, hand ALWAYS linked with yours. & you never saw him or left him without a kiss on cheek. he was SOO sprung it wasn’t even funny, you were his princess and he would literally tell anyone who wanted to listen.
and bless his heart he never changed. despite every obstacle that was thrown his way, he would not let you go. unfortunately he could only get his you time at church, on the weekends, and at night - your parents put in you in a different school district for a better education & to keep you away from the streets.
church and gaming kept duke off the streets for the moment but as yall got older he just felt helpless. like there had to be more to life than these couple blocks. but you always kept him grounded. his sunshine in the darkness. his calm in the storm. you were really the only thing keeping him from that life - always believing in him & his intelligence, wanting him safe & alive.
even tho your parents weren’t strict strict, they still didn’t want you out at night considering the area yall lived in. so you fr had to sneak out to see him more - which was so not like you but you made it work because you’d honestly do anything for another second with him.
in highschool, once he could drive, he’d pull up to your house late & wait for you in his hoopty. yall would park somewhere in the city and talk for hours about whatever - past, present, or future. then yall would get to kissing, windows all steamed up & you’d eventually have to stop yall (against fat ma’s wishes). you was just scared bcs you were still kinda inexperienced & duke wasn’t. you honestly felt like all the guys you’d been with didn’t even deserve that fr - and as duke slid into the street life, he was not above getting somebody to scare a mf tryna holla at you.
even tho yall ain’t go to the same school, he still still took you to your prom, dressed to the nines & yall even had a whole different theme for his prom. picked you up in a rented G-wagon (all thanks to his swiftly incoming munyun), with your corsage in hand. yall may or may not have carefully (yall tried) messed around in the back of that G-wagon after senior prom & more than a few drinks.
by the time you moved into ur dorm at georgia tech he was full on banging. yall still saw eachother ofc, the two hour drive/one hour flight was light work for him considering it was for his princess. you considered staying for him but you knew better, plus duke would never let you - he wanted to you to go to college and get your degree & knew staying home wouldn’t do anything for you. he’d hang at ur dorm & sleepover on weekends. took you and your friends out all the time, not to mention endless expensive dates & nights out in atlanta.
eventually, he’d spent so much time there with you that he started to think - wtf was he doing still at home? i mean first it wasn’t even where YOU were so… the most important reason. and he really did like the city. it was feeling like there wasn’t anything back at home for him anyways - plus it was so close so he could always visit family easily. so bro bought you & him an apartment…
HIII ⁉️ I was wondering if you could write Spike Spiegel as an actual cowboy and like the reader is his lover or smth they can be a cowboy too or a damsel, idk I didn’t think this very through lowkey, 💔 just use your imagination since I can’t 😭 like it’s some sort of au where it’s in the past where cowboys exist and spike is the cowboy omg this is so confusing am so sorryyy 💔 but i would rlly appreciate it if u can write this!!! Have a good day!!💋
Spike thanks his lucky stars every night that you’re as forgiving as you are.
Though the fact that your family has been more or less accepting of his presence in your life certainly helps with nights like these.
Because he can’t always ride into town during the normal hours of the night. He can’t always expect that the ride will be as smooth or that he won’t run into fights, detours, or other sorts of problems on the way. Therefore, he can’t expect your family’s shop to be open or you to be awake by the time he finds himself riding in after midnight. Not that he’d want you to be up at this time of night anyway. He knows the type of creatures that like to run around on late nights like these, and he’d rather you not have to meet any of them if he could have his way.
Still, he won’t lie. There’s an emptiness that fills him every time he rides into the pitch blackness that is your sweet little town, where nearly everyone is in bed before ten o’clock. An emptiness that only grows as he rides past the town gates and the clock tower to see it’s just about two in the morning. It comes as he realizes that he won’t have you greet him as he arrives just outside your family’s shop. He won’t get to see you running out the door and jumping into his arms, squealing as he holds you tightly and kisses you for every second he spent missing you. He won’t get any of that. Not this time, at least. Because he’s on his own tonight.
That is, until, of course, he goes and finds you.
Before he gets far into town, Spike goes by the livery stables first, just to find a spot for his mare while he’s in town and visiting. When he gets there, he has to wake up the stableboy just to pay for a few nights of boarding before he’s able even to start heading in your direction. It frustrates him how long it all takes. Makes him real antsy and a little angry at the poor stableboy, who he knows is just stuck with the worst job- waiting up for the slight chance that a man like him is crazy enough to travel through the mountain pass and arrive at your town at this time of night. But Spike can’t help it. Every second he’s in your town and not with you, he gets antsy. It makes him feel off. And anything that slows him down more than expected only serves to worsen his move. So it’s unsurprising that he can’t help but snap at the stableboy. Nor is it unsurprising that he ends up rushing to get his stallion, Gladius, comfortable for the night before he takes off. Just like it’s unsurprising that, even after all of this, he still can’t help but itch for a cheroot right before he goes to see you.
He does think about it for a moment. He considers it carefully, in fact. Just something to take a little bit of edge off so he can be as pleasant as you are to look at before he goes and finds you. But he knows better than to stop and smoke something before getting into bed with you. You’ve never really liked how the smell clings to his clothes when he does it shortly before seeing you. If you caught a whiff of something you didn’t like on him, you’d probably force him to take a bath and change his clothes before seeing you. And can’t stand the idea of being away from you now that you’re so close to him. Even if it did involve taking a dip in the beautiful river that runs just about a quarter of a mile away from your family shop. So in the end, he decides against it. Because before he knows it, he’s standing right in front of your family’s shop.
It’s as dark as the night sky itself when he peeks in through the small window that shows off the inside of the store. On the outside, it’s a regular old general goods store- no more special than the many Spike has passed in many towns just like this one. But this store is the only one of its kind for what must be thirty miles. And while your town is a small, pleasant one, it and every nearby little cabin in the general vicinity rely on the goods your family’s shop brings in and sells to the people. That means it's important. Important enough that your family might as well be the richest family on this stretch of the river, if not this town. But it also means that this shop is important enough to have someone who’s family living in the apartment right above the shop, lest something happen in the middle of the night. And since your parents never had sons and aren’t so willing to give up the luxury of having a big house by the river over having to squeeze the rest of them and your little sisters back into the tiny apartment.
So it’s just you in here.
And because of that, he doesn’t worry about how silent he needs to be when tugs free the key he’s got on the twine necklace you made for him from beneath his shirt collar. Still, he is silent as he takes the key and places it in the handle to unlock the door before creeping inside the store. And he is silent (well, as silent as he could hope to be on floorboards like this), as he tiptoes his way through the dark store and navigates his way to the stairs that’ll lead him to you. Along the way to you, he takes off his hat and places it on the table you got by your modest little kitchen upstairs. And he haphazardly drapes his jacket on the back of one of the tables chairs, only to find himself cringing a couple of seconds later as he hears it slide off the back and crumble off and fall onto the ground with an unflattering sound. But at that point, he doesn’t bother to do anything about that because he’s too busy taking off his boots and-
“Spike…?”
He must not have been as quiet as he thought he was.
But it doesn’t really matter because the second he hears your sleepy mumble, his gaze shoots upwards to find you emerging from your bedroom with a candle in hand and a yawn upon your lips as you call his name again.
In that moment, his breath catches and the world freezes and he forgets absolutely everything but the sight of you for a few seconds. Because even after countless visits to town all across the West, he still hasn’t come across a more beautiful sight than you in your nightgown with your messy hair and sleepy expression. No woman, no view, no bounty, nor any piece of treasure has ever come close to the softness that is your lips and the delicate flutter that is your eyes as they try to stay open and the sweetness of your body as you appear in front of him in a nightgown so flattering he can’t help but swallow down his spit just to avoid saying something unsavory. Though it likely wouldn't have been new to your ears if he’s being honest…
Ah, but you don’t let him dwell on that. Because not even a second later, you’re there, calling his name again, an exhausted pout on your lips as you frown in his direction. And not even a second after that, he’s on you like a moth to the flame. His arms find your hips in an instant, and your fingers card through his hair the second you put your candle down. Before either of you can blink, he’s kissing you- pushing you up against the door of your bedroom and kissing you hard as you try to whisper something to him. Maybe it’s his name again. Maybe it’s telling him that you miss him. Maybe it’s a grumble or a complaint about how he’s pushing you back into your bedroom and further and further away from the candle you should really put out before the two of you get busy doing whatever it is you both have the energy to do just right about now.
He doesn’t know. And frankly, he doesn’t really care.
He’s just thankful that you’re not mad at him for arriving four days later than he promised he’d be in his last letter to you. And he’s thankful that you gave him that key and always promised him a place to sleep in your bed should he ever need one while traveling in your neck of the woods. And he’s thankful that despite the fact that he's just another cowboy who never hangs his hat in one place for too long, your parents have accepted the fact that for some weeks out of the year, their precious daughter lets a strange man in her bed as her only form of proper company. He’s thankful for all of it. He’s thankful for all of you. Because he didn’t have this? If he didn’t have you? If he didn’t have anyone waiting on his safe return…if he didn’t have a place to call home after days, weeks, months, on the trails? If he didn’t have you?
⋆˚࿔ Henry hotline x very dedicated assistant reader 𝜗𝜚
╰┈➤ Content warnings: None
Request: Yes
♡ Author note: Art credit: @janesbeloved !! I’m sssooo so so so so so so sorry this took so long guyhhh,,,first deltarune came out then there was an art contest then i was working on a cosplay then date everything came out and i just got rlly busy with stuff,,,,my writing for him may be a bit rusty since it’s been a while and it’s gonna be a bit hard to add new things, plus i don’t know much about his thieving era and stuff, but i hope it’s good!! if you don’t like it i will gladly rewrite it
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☎️ - Being around for so long, you two grew to know each other a bit. You were there at his low, your here at his high, how could he not? Your probably the only one who can come in his office without knocking and not get punted out of the room. Though, he had started to find himself a bit. . In love. Annoyingly. A bit. He felt flustered and embarrassed around you-You made him trip over his words! Why did you embarrass him so much? Why did he keep you around even if your so god damn annoying?! Why is he feeling this?!?!
☎️ - You know so much about him?? You know he hasn’t had his morning coffee if he seems a bit more tired and a little snappier, you’ve got his schedule memorized so you can turn in paperwork at the right times, you know he hasn’t has his headache meds if he’s glaring at everyone and grumbling all the time. At first he’s surprised, but, it starts to feel a bit nice, seeing someone who’s put in that much effort in for the little things. You make his day better.
☎️ - He fails to try and be annoyed at you for making him fall head over heels. Hes TRYING to make thieving plans, can’t you get off his mind?!Your just-. . Your so caring, stupidly naive, oddly observant, you always know just what’s up with him and how to fix it even if he hasn’t even said anything-to him, your literally perfect. How could he be annoyed at you? H
☎️ - Alright this time we’re skipping the confession things and going STRAIGHT to cute lovey headcanons-I’ve got so many assistant s/o headcanons i couldn’t make because we were doing real henry!!
☎️ - You’ve noticed your workload has gotten significantly smaller after you guys started dating. Wonder what’s up with that.
☎️ - SITTING ON HIS LAP WHILE HES IN HIS TALK SHOW CHAIR THINGY BOOM I SAID IT. someone else on tumblr made a headcanon about this due to a scrapped idea for a talkshow area thingy, and i just. . I LOVE ITT TNTJGJGJGJ he already loves you sitting on his lap, why not there? Why not where he’s working at his desk! He’d think it’s absolutely adorable if you fall asleep, too, but, he’d also do literally everything in his power to not move and be quiet so you don’t wake up. If anyone comes into his office while your asleep on his lap, consider them dead meat once your woken up.
☎️ - While your asleep, he’d gently and carefully hold your hand in his, making sure he doesn’t wake you up.
☎️ - He tries to do the same thing you do with him, but he doesn’t always have that much time. He’s learned your favorite coffee and he gets it for you like, all the time, but other than that he’s mostly busy. But, after work, you always get the best cuddles you could ask for-Plus some food.
☎️ - speaking of giving you food, he loves giving you things-Let him spend a bunch of money on you and spoil you! He doesn’t mind, it’s for you anyway. Someone like you who’s so kind, caring and loving should be repaid for everything you do for him, shouldn’t you? You make his day easier and his life 10x better, so of course he’s going to be giving you-. . Pretty much whatever you want.
have you ever thought about giving the kats vnmese names and what names do you think they would have?
Me and friend would jokingly call megan ngọc lol so I’ve always wondered about vnmese nicknames for the other members.
OH YES TF I HAVE but if carefully thought and considered theres only meichae...amber being fixated on meichae, whats new ;-;
anyways megan being ngọc is definitely 100% sure. if we take the chinese characters spelling out her name (meiyok) and translate it to sino-vietnamese we would get mỹ ngọc, mỹ being beautiful and ngọc being jade. beautiful jade. which sounds like a rightfully vietnamese girl name!!! easiest case right there
for yoonchae though, it's much harder bc her hanja (尹彩) translates to doãn khải which 1. doesnt sound like a generic vietnamese name and 2. khải actually exists as a name but more common in boy names so although her vietnamese name is doãn khải i dont like it so im sticking with châu for the meantime. idk what to do with the yoon tho, dung châu? duyên châu? idfk
SIDE NOTE: yoonchae being châu is also for meichae bc of that noun (?) ngọc ngà châu báu yk!!! my treasures do not seperate them ever okay i continue now
the others are quite hard bc they dont rlly follow vietnamese name patterns ;-;. sophia's first name being a whole ass 3 syllables (just as much as my real name btw) but i have put my thoughts into sophia's, which i can only think of phương. basic asf but i think it works
dani being nhi came as a fleeting thought for me. like people (fans) dont even call her daniela casually and when they do the stress is on the "ni" part, which sounds like "nhi".
lara being lan? but lan doesnt have that sass girlboss vibe lara does though... oh wait yes how did i forget lan biking 200km to school and biking to đà lạt with ngọc on her back going 90 km/h. megara would totally do that so lan lara
manon.... nga manon... huh... i dont have an explanation for this but phonetically speaking manon can be nga. uhhh nguy nga tráng lệ to describe how she is built... ig... sorry otter dear i cant think about manon's ;-;
Physically: 5’4”, hazel eyes, light brown hair, been described as rubenesque physically
Personality: ADHD af, overall friendly and patient (to the point of detriment tbh), loyal and tries to be considerate of others, very kind but has difficulty deeply connecting with others(masking daily). No tolerance for betrayal; a bit of a vengeful/unforgiving streak when feeling betrayed, but also conflict avoidant. Enjoys attention but not being in the spotlight. A recovering people-pleaser.
Interests: Crafting including crochet, sewing, costume and prop making. Macgyver-style problem solver(will fix whatever is broken with practically just super glue, a sharpie, and a paper clip)
(While I do have my fav boys, I’m quite curious about someone else’s interpretation. I’ve never submitted something like this before so hopefully this is sufficient… and thank you for doing these btw)
hi lovely!! thanks for joining the slytherin pairing game <333
your match is… *drumroll please*
Theodore Nott!
I really think Theo would be a calm to your “ADHD af” lol. Very patient with you and protective of you if anyone tries to take advantage of your kindness. I can picture yall quietly hanging out together, him reading and you crafting. Just generally you compliment each other very nicely. Think like grumpy + sunshine. Theo might be a bit subtle with it but he will be so devoted to you. He’ll do everything in his power to make you happy. He really wishes you would let him buy you new stuff whenever something is broken though… he worries your contraptions will only last so long.
(im actually rlly curious to know if he’s one of your favs… i wanna know how accurate i was lol)
How You Met:
You burst through the library, a flurry of motion and warmth. Stray hairs fell in front of your eyes, leaving you to haphazardly find the closest table, praying you didn’t drop a pair of scissors on someone’s foot. You carefully dumped your latest craft project onto the table, carefully to check you hadn’t lost anything on the walk from the common room. Dropping into the chair, you finally glanced at the boy across from you, quietly watching you behind his book.
“Sorry,” you sighed, motioning to your organized chaos. “Hope I’m not bothering you.”
He tilted his head, lips just barely curling up at one end. “You’re not bothering me at all, dolcezza.”
Silence settled between you as time stretched on. You worked through your project as the boy read. The two of you were, for the most part, involved in your own little worlds. That didn’t stop him from chuckling whenever you cursed under your breath, though.
A chair scraping against the floor brought your gaze up, only to find the boy approaching you. He leaned down close to your ear, warm breath brushing against you. “Same time tomorrow, dolcezza,” he murmured, low and sure. There was no doubt in his mind; you would definitely show.
And, well, you weren’t exactly eager to disappoint him.
Hi hey it's me the Frank obsessed girl hello hi there
I'm afraid I need to have seconds if it's not much of a problem
I'm starving for a little sweet Valentine's Day fluff but like a rlly rlly rlly fluffy adorable cutie patootie Valentine's Day full of love could be a day in or a day out idm
In conclusion whatever u want to write but as a Valentine's Day special 💕💕💕
Sending love and good wishes and hoping you start the new year amazingly 🖤
Valentines - Frank Iero x Drummer!Reader
Word Count: 711
A/N: Just in time ;)
I’d always considered Valentine's Day to be a dumb holiday. There was never really any point, let alone anyone to spend it with–until Frank came along. I never expected him to be the type to celebrate the holiday, often citing those generic holidays as nothing more than quick cash grabs by corporate America. We’d spent years as friends, eating at diners every Valentine’s as we toured across the country with it quickly turning into its own little tradition. He had only just asked me to be his girlfriend a few weeks before, everything between us had slowly been growing, finally reaching its crescendo.
“You’re not seriously telling me you haven’t planned anything for him?” Gerard mumbled from the couch, a coke with lemon in his hand. I tilted my head back and forth, thinking it through.
“I don’t know, it just seems like if we were going to do something, we would’ve planned it already. It’s tomorrow,” I sighed. Gee had already told everyone about his plans for Lindsey and was practically bursting at the seams with excitement.
“You’re overthinking it,” Gerard said, shaking his head. “Just do something simple. It’s your first Valentine’s together, right? It doesn’t have to be a big production.”
I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, but it feels weird. We never did anything before, and now suddenly, just because we’re together, I’m supposed to start caring about Valentine’s Day?”
“You don’t have to care about the holiday,” he countered. “Just care about Frank.”
I sighed. That was the problem, wasn’t it? I did care about Frank. A lot. I just wasn’t sure if he’d even want to do anything. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, and I didn’t want to be the one to force some corny Valentine’s tradition on us when we’d spent years laughing about how ridiculous the whole thing was.
“Look, just do something small,” Gerard continued. “A card, maybe. Or grab takeout from that diner you guys always go to. Something that feels like you.”
I nodded slowly, letting the idea settle. Maybe Gerard had a point. I didn’t need to go all out—Frank would probably hate that anyway—but acknowledging the day in some way could be nice.
That night, I found myself at the corner store, staring at the rows of Valentine’s cards. They were all too much—over-the-top declarations of love, glittery hearts, cheesy poetry. None of it fit us. But just as I was about to leave, I spotted something tucked behind the others. A simple, black-and-white card that read, You’re my favorite pain in the ass.
Perfect.
I bought the card and grabbed some takeout from our usual spot. When I got back to the apartment, I hesitated before scrawling a note inside the card.
Frank—Happy dumb corporate holiday. You’re still my favorite part of every day. Let’s go eat some greasy diner food like we always do. Love, (yeah, I said it) Me.
I sealed it up and shoved it in my jacket pocket before I could second-guess myself.
The next evening, when I met Frank at the diner, he slid into the booth across from me, shaking his head with a smirk. “You know, I almost got you something for today, but then I thought, nah, she doesn’t care about this holiday.”
I rolled my eyes, pulling the card from my pocket and tossing it onto the table. He blinked, surprised, before picking it up and opening it. As he read my note, a slow, warm smile spread across his face.
“Damn,” he said, setting it down carefully. “Now I feel like an ass for not getting you anything.”
I shrugged, taking a sip of my milkshake. “You got me dinner. That counts.”
He chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Alright, but next year, I’m getting you something so obnoxiously romantic, you’re gonna hate it.”
I snorted. “I look forward to it.”
And just like that, we had a new Valentine’s tradition.
Later that night, as we packed up after band practice, Frank caught me by the arm. “By the way, drummer girl, I think you might just be my favorite pain in the ass, too.”
I laughed, twirling a drumstick between my fingers. “Better get used to it, guitarist boy.”
