Heyyy! A Request For Simon Ghost Riley X Fem! Reader Where Reader Is Dead And Simon Is Having A REALLY

Heyyy! A request for simon Ghost riley x fem! Reader where reader is dead and simon is having a REALLY hard time getting over it and is not eating, sleeping, or drinking but only drinking alcohol WAY to much, and the 141 is worried about him. So one night, he comes out of his room and is like to weak to stand on his feet from the lack of sleep and food and collapses in front of the others, and he ends up in the hospital. I'm a SUCKER for angst.

(You're so sick for this bestie)

Reaching back (for what is not there).

Warnings: death mentions, suicidal thoughts, suicidal conduct, alcoholism, depression, dark themes, dark "open" ending, angst, hallucinations, grief, implied afterlife (but up to you), kinda gross tbh. Unedited bc holy fuck. Good luck.

He wonders sometimes, if human kind will ever develope enough to create something that could pull memories out of brains and play them on a screen, plug something on your skull and connect it to a device that digs around your head. He wonders too, what it would do to society if it ever were to happen. People live in their heads enough as it is -doesn’t he know it-, but having your object of longing play out in front of your eyes, unreachable? He would go mad. Madder.

He can't say he would die, though. He's been wishing that for months, and it hasn't happened yet. Even when your laugh rings by his ears all day, and then turns into your agonizing screams by night. Despite that around 2 AM, the picture of you he has by the nightstand gets stained by blood and the trees outside look like they'll grant him his wish and murder him, he's, unfortunately, still alive.

He stopped wishing he could go back months ago.

--

"Do you ever get tired of the balaclava?"

Simon raises his head from where it's buried in a book just to look at you. He feels himself get warm just by being in the same room, seeing you standing at his door while he's sitting on his bed. He almost feels small.

"I'm used to it now," he answers sincerely. It was tiring at first, when he wore that and shades on top. They would get foggy real quick, and he'd run out of patience real fast too. Then he almost got burned alive and now, everything pales in comparison. The change to a skull helped, too.

He doesn’t say any of that to you, but he somehow knows you read it on his face. A sad look comes over your features, tying up a knot around his throat. He feels guilty, and he doesn’t know why.

"Why not a face mask and some shades?"

He chuckles. "You'd be surprised by how much more suffocating that is."

When you start walking to him, he almost recoils back. You look like you're on a mission, and something tells him the mission is him. You lean close to him, making his breath hitch.

"What?" He asks, once you're inches from his face and you're breathing the same air. He feels his face heat up.

"I just think a face mask would be easier to pull down," you answer, nonchalant. He frowns, confused.

"Why would I want it to be easier to pull down? Defeats the whole purpose."

You roll your eyes, annoyed. "It would be easier to kiss you that way."

You say it just like that, no big deal, and leave his room the same way.

He just sits there, stunned.

---

He was not a particular fan of alcohol, before. He knows better than to let your past fears control your life, wears a mask to remind himself of it, but the stink it gives off always makes him sick. It isn’t the taste, the amber look it usually has, the loss of control it causes, it’s the smell. It pushes him back to beatings, to a crying mother and an addict.

He finds it oddly ironic, how his entire house is drenched in it now. No matter where he goes, where he sets foot in, it smells worse than a fucking pub. His room, the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room. It all smells like bourbon, beer, vodka, tequila, mixed all together to create something that makes his head swim.

Which is exactly what he’s aiming for, has been for months. He's starting to think his sweat smells like alcohol too.

Dizzy on whiskey and not a single ounce of food in his system, his body makes an effort to desintoxicate him and makes him retch with nothing coming up. He just lays besides the toilet, and lets it happen until he passes out.

--

"You have a nice smell."

His head snaps up, frowning under his mask. Do you even think before you speak?

"Excuse me?'

You shrug, focused on cleaning your gun. "You smell nice. I don't know what it is, or how you manage to, for that matter, but you do. It's pleasant."

He stops cleaning his own weapon, setting his tools down on the table so he can get a good look at you.

Nothing in you shows a joking stance, you're completely serious and relaxed. You're not even shy or hesitant, like you’re talking about the weather.

He clears his throat, hot under the collar. "Thank you, I guess."

You smile briefly, shaking your head. "Just keep it up."

--

He has Johnny's arms around his waist, keeping him upright while trying to get him out of the small room.

The first few times it happened, he fought. Drunk and delirious from lack of sleep and eating, he had tried his best to free himself from Soap's grip, giving him a bloody nose the first time and a split lip the second. After the fifth though, he just let him. He doesn’t see a point anymore, like in most other things.

"Price's gon' be furious, man," Johnny mutters, clutching him closer until he's practically carrying him. His vision is blurry, but he thinks he's being carried to the Sargeant's own quarters.

A few moments after, he's proven right when Johnny shoves him inside and then drags him to his bathroom.

Cold water pours over him, making him gasp and jump. Soap laughs briefly, but it's bitter and angry.

"Take your clothes off, you reek."

Despite himself, Simon obbeys. Johnny steps out.

--

He absolutely hates military balls. He doesn’t get them, can’t tolerate more than 5 people around him and even less if they're asking for attention. There's easily 200 bastards in the building, and he breathes ego no matter where he goes.

He changes his mind as soon as he sees you though.

The red dress hugs your body perfectly, he thinks he's dizzy just by looking at you. His gala uniform is making him itch, the face mask is suffocating him and he hasn’t been this uncomfortable in years. But the moment he sees you arrive, shining and beautiful, he thinks it's worth it.

"Hello, Lieutenant," you greet him, nodding. He can see your eyes taking him in, and he stands more straight without meaning to. "You clean up well."

He feels himself get flushed, but he's not really in the mood to play games.

"You look beautiful," he tells you, sure of himself even though he can feel his hands shake. He squeezes them together behind his back, just to hide it from you.

You beam at him, giggling and shaking your head. You’re surprised, he notices. Probably because he's always stunned or shying away when you give him any sign of interest.

"Thank you," you tell him softly, stepping closer. He can feel all the other soldier's eyes on the two of you, more you than him. Possessiveness burns up his spine, but he ignores it for the time being.

He extends his hand, almost regretting it when he sees the way his fingers shake. But you don’t seem to mind, and wrap your own around it. He feels steadier now.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

You nod, squeezing him slightly when he walks the two of you to the center of the room.

He could kill just to keep your smile intact.

--

"If you don't stop, I'll have to request a leave for you."

In the best of cases goes unsaid.

Price looks at him with so much pain in his eyes it almost makes him feel guilty. Almost. He's angry too, he can see it in the way he's frowning and the pen between his fingers is not far from being torn apart.

He knows he won't request a thing though. They won't admit it and won't say it to him either, but he's been falling to pieces for months and the entire team has been the only thing there to keep him from going too far. At least John must know that letting him out of his sight would be the worst option.

"Have you eaten?" Price asks him. He doesn’t answer, and the Captain sighs. His eyes rake over his body. He's thinner, paler. He's like a corpse.

"Go eat," he orders him. "I'll be there shortly."

He's not eating. Nothing has a taste anymore, the only sensation he gets comes from the sharp sting of whiskey down his throat. He looks at actual food and wants to gag.

Price shoots daggers at him with his eyes.

Simon sighs.

--

"Your Manchester accent gets worse when you're tired."

He smiles at you, delirious from lack of sleep and rest, mixed with some glasses of bourbon. Your arms are wrapped around his waist, doing your best keep him upright to get to your quarters. If John sees him like this, he'll hang you both.

"That ain't true, an' y'know it."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You're right, it’s always this horrible."

He scoffs at you, offended. His hand raises to pinch your arm, and you swat him away like he’s a little child. It's the most carefree you've ever seen him, high on a succesful mission and drinks. He even laughed back at the pub, leaving you pumped full of giggly happiness.

"Y'like it though," he mutters, low and hesitant. "Y'do, don’t ya?"

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing again.

"I do, Simon," you reassure him. He smiles brightly again, pulling you closer and making you stumble.

"I like you too," he slurs, "I like you qui-quite a lot."

--

He startles out of his slumber with his heart pounding.

He hears your voice.

He stands up in complete panic, shaking and with a knot lodged inside his throat. He manages to pull himself outside his room, weak. His legs almost give out when he hears you calling his name again.

He runs. He's not sure where it comes from, but his entire body forces him to stumble his way through the corridors, searching for you with his heart bleeding out.

"L.t.!"

He ignores Soap, trying to go faster when he notices your voice is getting more quiet. Desperation claws inside his chest, burning all the way up to his nostrils.

"Ghost!"

He falls down to his knees. Still, he keeps crawling, refusing to stop when you're so close, so close. He needs you, you sound so sad and scared, he needs to get to you. You can’t leave him again, you can't. You can’t you can’t you can’t you can’t please please-

"Price!"

You shriek, somewhere in the distance. He drags himself through the floor, barely making out your figure through blurry eyes. He can't breathe, something is choking all the air and keeping it from entering his lungs.

Fury invades him for a second. He's been asking for this, has been for months. He has you so close, why now? Why not when he was covered in your blood and had your body in his arms? Why not when he saw you get buried and heard the gunshots ring? The first time he had to go back to base without you? When he had to take care of your things? Why now?

A piercing scream makes his ears pop. Only when he passes out does he realize it was his.

--

"Doing this won’t bring me back, you know?"

His eyes sting.

"I didn't exactly took that bullet for you only to see you kill yourself slowly. It's worse than Hell."

He doesn’t want to open his eyes. He feels an IV in his right hand, hears a monitor somewhere on his left, smells antiseptic no matter how much he wills it away, and he's terrified to open his eyes.

"You don’t have to open them Si, it’s okay."

He tries to swallow the knot inside his throat. Something close to him moves, or it sounds like it. Then, he feels something cold near his hand. It twitches, stopping himself from reaching out.

"I miss you a lot, big guy." Your voice is dripping with sadness, even though he can hear you trying your best to conceal it. "But I'd rather miss you than have you with me so soon."

He takes a shaky breath, trying his best to stop the tears gathering inside his eyes. It gets harder by the second.

"Can you try for me, love?"

A sob manages to escape. He can't. He can't try, and the crushing weight of disappointing you robs him of oxygen. He can't hold back anymore, hyperventilating and sobbing his heart out. He falls into pieces, beyond any possible fix and with no desire for it anyways. Everything crumbles, ends with nothing more than dust.

He's crying long after he stops hearing your voice and the med team rush inside to sedate him.

--

"He's getting worse."

He barely makes out the words from inside his hospital room.

"But how? You've been pumping him full of shit. It's not doing anything?"

Silence.

"So what? What then?"

"We're doing all we can, Captain, but-"

"But what? Tell me how it bloody is, goddamit."

Silence again. Then:

"You should call loved ones, in case-"

"There are no loved ones, doc."

He passes out again when Johnny comes inside his room.

--

"You ever thought of retiring, L.t.?"

In truth, he never did before. Life outside of the SAS seemed pointless and empty, not something made for a man like him. Not even before his family was killed did he consider retiring. He always figured he would be K.I.A.

Just as Johnny asks, you pass by them. You have earphones in, so he doubts you hear, but he chuckles at the coincidence anyway.

But then...

"I have," he says, when you smile at him from where you're picking up your food. It looks like absolute shit, and still you beam at him like you just got handed a ticket for a free buffet. He smiles back, even if you can’t see it.

"You have?" Johnny asks, surprised. He just nods, not looking away from you.

It would be nice, to retire and have a home with you, a place to arrive after a day of normal, civil work. To see you smile down at a homemade meal, watch trash tv while making out on the couch. And maybe, just maybe, see you take care of a little fella with his hair and your eyes.

The black velvet box inside his room may be a good start.

"I hope you get what you wish for, L.t.".

He hopes so too. If only to make you happy.

--

Simon has a desk.

He has an office, actually. Boxes of paperwork are lined by the walls, making it feel smaller than it is. The desk is in the middle, and a tall drawer shoved at the back wall just behind the chair. Nobody knows what he has inside it.

On top of his desk, he has a picture. It's dark, clearly taken at nighttime. Aside from an airplane toy on top of the drawers, it’s the only personal thing he has.

The picture is of the two of you. He had taken you camping, almost a year after he stuttered his way through a confession and recieved a kiss in exchange. You have your arms wrapped around his waist, and his wrapped around your shoulders. He's not smiling, of course, but you're looking up at him like he just tied a rope around the moon and pulled it down just for you.

Johnny is the one tasked to clear the office by the next day. He does so efficiently, like he clears rooms when on a mission. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t dare pry inside the drawers and just dumps the contents inside black trash bags. Nobody bothers him through the day, not even Price. He thinks Kyle stands outside the door for a while sometime in the afternoon, but he doesn't dare knock, much less come inside.

He picks up the picture at night, burning inside when he sees the two of you. In what he knows is a moment of weakness, he gets it out of the frame and shoves it inside his jacket.

He ties the bags up, gathering them in front of the desk for the people in charge of cleaning to find and dump.

When he steps out, he makes sure to turn the lights off.

how to lose a guy in 10 days

pairing - vinnie hacker x fem!youtuber!reader

summary - a story about a girl who is determined to film a new video, about her losing a guy, so she doesn't lose her subscribers on youtube, and a boy who is determined to prove to his friends, that he still can make a girl fall in love with him, even though he gets nervous while talking to women. what can go wrong?

warnings - nothing really, just my bad writing and maybe some cringe stuff? oh, and u have a best friend named avery !

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a/n: yes, yes, YES, this was so totally inspired by the wonderful film "how to lose a guy in 10 days". but c'mon, u can't blame me, it's a masterpiece!

! this is just part1 of i don't know how many parts, but i will be informing you about the next part and stuff, so i hope u enjoy !

youtube is the second most popular social media platform. it's known for the free shared videos, that people watch for their entertainment.

entertainment. a word that means something different for everyone.

some would say that they find enjoyment in comedy videos, some in gaming, but for some, it's just simple music.

but for y/n y/l/n youtube is so much more, than just fun. it's her job. her life. her passion.

the girl is known for her videos, where she talks about the most random stuff, that for teenage girls is just life. but she wasn't adored and loved just because of her channel, but because of the light and energy that she created and showed through the screen. every single video that y/n had created, whether it was about confidence, love, boys, or just about mental health, people, watching it, always felt a smile appear on their faces when the girl appeared on the screen.

and when the people had seen on her instagram story about the next video that she will be posting, they lost their shits.

"how to lose a guy in 10 days" was one of the most unique and entertaining topics that they had seen. the complete opposite of what teenage girls usually watched. but that's why y/n y/l/n was so interesting. she differed from others with her creativity.

but to be honest, the idea didn't just appear in her head...

"it's not that bad y/n/n," y/n's best friend, avery, said, sitting beside her on the couch.

"it's been a month! a month, since i have posted, av!"

it's been weeks since her last video was published on youtube and since then the girl had lost her spark.

remember the creativity she had? well, that's long gone.

losing motivation and inspiration isn't something bad, life happens, but for y/n it's hell. she felt like shit. not only because of the lack of ideas but also because her socials have been blasting with questions about where she has gone.

not only that, but the girl also noticed that there were people who unsubscribed from her channel because the number was smaller. that made her feel sick.

of course, she didn't do youtube only to gain fame. it was so much more than that. y/n enjoyed putting smiles on people's faces and enjoyed seeing their happy eyes when she met them in public.

but it was her job. and her supporters helped her do it, helped her fulfill her dream. but, unfortunately, life can't always be happy and magical.

"it's over," she let out a frustrated sigh, as she leaned back into the couch.

"just make a video about love tips or your crushes or stuff."

"yeah, it would be great, but 100 other youtubers will be doing the same things."

the trick of being a successful person was doing something different, and unique. and y/n y/l/n knew better than to make some videos about cupid's love, especially, when valentines day was coming up.

"okay, well then make something about the opposite of love and relationships."

"like, how to get dumped?" the girl let out a laugh, as she looked at her best friend.

avery smiled, "no, more like, how to get rid of a guy. it would be something new and really helpful for the ladies that are dying to get out of a relationship."

"again, av, their are lots of video's about that."

"then make it interesti- I KNOW!" the blonde got up.

at the movement, y/n sat up straight and looked at the girl in front of her, "oh no."

"oh, yes," a smirk appeared on her best friends face, "you need something entertaining? meet a guy, get him to want you, and then lose him in 10 days!!!"

this was the best of all of the ideas that she had already taught about. but she still wasn't sure if it would be good enough, not to mention y/n's ideas didn't include other people, and especially not where she would use them.

"i don't know... that sounds cruel. like, what if he really, really liked me, and then one day he came across the video on youtube, and then after watching it he realized he had been used? i jus-"

avery sat back down beside the girl, facing her, "trust me, if you will do everything that men hate, he will be done fast."

the idea wasn't bad. it was great! the girl just didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, but her best friend was right. if she would get on the guy's nerves he would be done sooner or later, and her fans would get a fun video.

"okay," y/n gave a small smile trying to not overthink it.

"what about that one?"

after y/n's meeting with avery, she already let the fans know about the next video. everyone was excited, not only the girl had returned, but also she will be coming out with a new video.

so here she was with her best friend at a club. looking for the boy, that unfortunately will get hurt. "if you will do everything that men hate, he will be done fast," y/n reminded herself now and then, but still, the anxious feeling didn't leave her body.

"no, he's too-," the man that the blonde had pointed out picked his nose and brushed his fingers on his t-shirt. both girls felt disgusted watching him, "yeah, definitely not him," the other nodded in agreement.

sighing, they turned around.

"i'm thinking that we will have to find a girl instead, you know, they're a lot of hot ones here."

y/n chuckled at the comment.

although the place was crowded with young people, there wasn't any luck in finding a someone. even though y/n wasn't extremely excited about the idea, she still wanted to do this with a guy, who she felt good with, not with some disrespectful boy.

she led herself to the bar.

"could i get some water, please?" the bartender nodded, while the girl sat on the stool.

y/n y/l/n wasn't one of the drinkers, and especially now, when her head felt like exploding, it didn't seem like a good idea for ordering something stronger.

"this is stupid" the words circled in her head.

the bartender slid her a glass of water on the counter, "thank you."

she only had been in one relationship and even that ended with the guy leaving her because he didn't feel it anymore. so this all just seemed impossible.

not to mention that she hasn't spoken to any guy after her breakup. after her heartbreak, y/n felt stupid and embarrassed. she gave her all and in the end, he just walked away like the girl meant nothing. like their relationship was nothing.

and now she will be filming a video about her trying to get a guy to leave her. horrible. even though the boy will probably be disgusted by her in the end, it still will be horrible. and what if the guy doesn't want to leave her? what if he likes her so much that he will accept her "weird" side? and what if y/n y/l/n falls in lo-

"hey," a voice interrupted her thoughts.

the girl turned her head and saw a guy.

after hours of her trying to get the attention of other boys, this was the first time tonight that someone had approached her. not to mention that it was a really attractive guy with dirty blonde curly hair.

"hi," she responded. he radiated such a good aura that it was impossible for the girl not to smile.

"i'm y/n," she offered her hand, which he gladly took.

"vinnie," he gave her a small smile, that made her body go warm.

"so what brings you here?" y/n found herself wanting to know about him more.

"friends."

she could feel that the boy was nervous. she could tell by his body language, the way he was fidgeting with his rings. her eyes also saw some tattoos, which made her interest in him grow even more, "you like it here?"

"not really, no... you?"

"nop, i'm not a big crowd person."

meeting her supporters and meeting people who don't really know her wasn't the same. while she felt comfortable talking to her fans and interacting with them, meeting people who don't come to her just to talk for a few minutes and take some photos, made her nervous. and even though she was a youtube creator, people weren't y/n's thing.

she could feel that vinnie wasn't a talker too, so the girl wasn't surprised when the silence fell between them.

as the bartender came and took the empty glass, the boy spoke, "you wanna go somewhere else?"

the girl's head turned towards him, and her eyes locked with his brown ones, "like to a café?"

a small smile yet again appeared on her face, "yeah, sure, i'll just be right back," she said, getting up.

"i'll wait by the door."

"okay," y/n replied, as she walked past the people towards her best friend, who had been singing and dancing.

"there you are!" avery wrapped her hands around the girl, giving her a tight hug, "where were you?!"

"i found one," she whispered.

her best friend pulled back from the hug, slightly confused, "what?"

"i found the guy."

the blonde girl started looking around, "WHAT, WHERE?!"

"by the door, but just don't look, don-," but it was too late, because the next thing she knew, was her friend looking at her with wide eyes, "babe, he's HOT!"

"yeah, well, still need to see if he's the one."

"and if he is?"

"then you know," she sighed.

y/n still wasn't fond of the idea of making a boy fall for her, just to make him leave her in 10 days. especially, when vinnie seemed so nice. but at the end of the day, she couldn't let her career go downwards, and in a few days, she and vinnie won't have to see each other ever again. or that's what she thought.

"so what do you do for a living?"

"i'm a content creator. i film tiktoks, stream, and just do social media stuff."

of course, he is.

they were sitting in a café, where y/n used to come often. it wasn't a famous place, that's why it was great for people, who are famous in public. so, when vinnie suggested the place, she had a feeling that he was one of them.

it wasn't a bad thing or something.

the problem wasn't that he is recognized among the people. she didn't find him like a threat or a competition. nothing like that. she was just scared. let's just say it wouldn't be the best idea to use a boy like vinnie for her upcoming video.

"tiktoks?"

"uh, yeah."

vinnie saw how the girl grabbed her phone and went on tiktok. she started writing his name, but he immediately grabbed it, "okay, no need for that," the boy let out an awkward laugh.

y/n was a little confused about why he didn't want her to see his videos, but she decided to let it go.

"so, umm, what do you do?" he put her phone down, between them.

"i film videos for youtube."

"so i guess we will have to be careful so others don't see us together."

she slightly furrowed her eyebrows, at his comment, as she tilted her head to the side, "what makes you think that there is gonna be an "us"?"

"you wouldn't be sitting here if you wouldn't be interested."

"and here i was thinking that you're one of the shy guys."

"i'm full of surprises."

that intrigued her and terrified her at the same time.

she hoped that there won't be any surprises, that will cause them to blow up on socials. that's the last thing she wanted. the last thing she wanted was for him to know, what she will be doing these next few days. and she certainly doesn't want his supporters to know about it too, then her life will become a living hell.

her eyes were brought back to him, when she heard him let out a small laugh, "god, no. if i'm being honest, i'm actually bad with people, especially with women."

vinnie hacker came off as a confident guy, the tattoos, jewelry, sharp features, and his eyes. god, y/n felt like she could melt when their gazes locked. and she hated that.

she hated the feeling that a guy could make her feel like she once did. it wasn't like she was falling in love or something, she just hated the way he looked at her like she was the only girl in the world. that gave her deja vu from her past relationship, the one where she had been left standing in confusion about why her past lover suddenly didn't have feelings anymore.

the girl was surprised when he mentioned that he's not good with females, "women?"

"yeah, um... i probably didn't have to say that."

she sensed that he got a little embarrassed, as he ran a hand through his hair, "no, no, it's okay, i'm actually not quite good with men."

vinnie's eyes met y/n's again and she found herself continuing, "there was this one time, when a boy gave me a flower and i got so nervous, that i hit him with it on the head."

the boy started laughing, "but i promise, that was only one time, and i was like 11 then!"

there was no need for her to tell him that story, but like always she found herself saying things she shouldn't have. it was a bad trait of her's that she couldn't get rid of. talking with new people makes her nervous, which causes her to overspill, but seeing vinnie's smile made her lip corners slightly turn up, "so i guess no flowers then?"

"nop, for safety reasons," the boy let out a laugh again.

"but how about a phone number?"

the girl met his eyes that were already on her, "yeah, yeah, that can do," and with that, they both swapped phones and wrote their numbers in them.

when y/n was done she put down vinnie's phone and looked at the boy in front of her, who was still typing. he's the one.

she tried not to think about the video too much, because, at the end of the week, he won't even want to be near her. after all, she will be on his nerves, so it's not like the girl is gonna break his heart.

but little did she know that it wouldn't be so easy of getting vinnie to leave her...

"vinnie hacker?! tik toker?!"

y/n was getting ready for her and vinnie's meeting, while her best friend was yelling all over her apartment out of shock.

"it's not a big deal," she brushed her hair in the bathroom, as she looked at her friend, who was sitting on her bed.

"not a big deal?!" avery got up and entered the bathroom that was connected to y/n's bedroom, where the girl was getting ready, "he's THE vinnie hacker. THE influencer with who every girl is obsessed."

"well, yeah, it is a little risky, but-"

"A LITTLE?! it's a death wish! his supporters will go crazy if you will get caught and-"

"well, that's a good thing we won't. and besides, he will be running away from me soon, maybe even today," she put her hairbrush down and checked herself in the mirror, before walking into her bedroom.

it was the next day and they were going to be going to a skate park because vinnie likes skateboarding and he suggested for her to come with him since his friends can't today.

and as for the losing thing. y/n's plan was to act all clingy, which guys don't like, especially if they have just met. maybe even embarrass vinnie, somehow.

"and maybe even today you will both get caught?" the blonde followed the girl, "i mean there's a bunch of people at skate parks. it's enough just for someone to recognize you both and take a picture, and then BOOM, it's all over the internet."

y/n looked at the girl, "relax, it's gonna be okay. we're going to a skate park, where there aren't a lot of people," she gave her friend a small smile, "so, please, stop stressing, or you're gonna make me nervous."

avery nodded giving her a small smile, "this was a stupid idea."

"it was your idea."

"yeah, a stupid idea."

"speaking of the devil," y/n saw her phone light up on the dresser.

the girl picked up the phone and put it to her ear, "hey, vinnie boo." her best friend put her hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh, at how her friend talked.

y/n was met with silence before vinnie cleared his throat and finally spoke, "yeah, hey, i, um... i'm outside by the way."

"awwww, babbbyyy, you missed mee??" the room filled with her sweet voice and the girl herself put her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

silence. again. "well, um, i said that i will be here at 5 pm."

"vinnie boo, my superman," her best friend let out a laugh and walked out of the bedroom.

y/n heard the boy awkwardly laugh, "yeah."

"well i'll be down in a minute, don't miss me too much, vinnie boo," and with that, she hung up.

if she would have to name the most embarrassing thing that she has ever done, this would be it. y/n already felt how humiliating it will be to act like a total creep. she pictured vinnie and how he must've felt. definitely shocked and that made her let out a chuckle.

the girl entered the living room, where the blonde was laughing, "that was bad, so so SOO BAD."

y/n smiled, "great because that was so embarrassing," she sat down on the couch to put on her shoes.

"poor, vinnie boo, feels so confused and lonely now" her friend teased.

the girl glared at her.

"okay, okay, sorry, just keep up the work, and he will be gone in no time."

"I hope so because i despise this," y/n got up and went to the door, "well, okay, wish me luck, love ya!"

"have fun! love you too," avery stayed seated on the couch as she watched the door close. the girl leaned back, "this is just gonna be great."

cherry pie → Vinnie Hacker x best friend!female!reader

summary: in which Vinnie risks it all whilst baking a cherry pie on stream

warnings: friends to lovers trope, Vinnie being insecure, few swear words. fluff ofc :)))

a/n: stopped writing because I got no engagement with my writing, no reblogs or comments, something that creators on this platform thrives on. This is not Instagram, you can’t spam like a creators posts and think that it’ll do anything, because honestly it’s all discouraging. with that in mind, i will block spam liking because it does nothing.

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You loved Vinnie, ever since you two met it was love at first sight. You both were shy in nature, but the moment you were introduced you were so sure you’ve met someone from your past life. The conversation between you two came easily, no awkwardness, just a melody each time your eyes met.

Vinnie was special, his hand grasping yours so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. Always keeping a napkin in his pocket since you always seemed to spill something. He often found himself comparing you to the sun, but quickly realized that not even the big star above his head came close in comparison to you. Vinnie loved you too.

Both of you kept silent, choked laughs and glances to one’s direction when the other wasn’t looking.

It was clear to everyone else, the love of which was growing everyday keeping you both prisoners in its grasp.

Vinnie was convinced he’d die if he never admitted it, his chest tightening as his heart grew and doubled its beats when you were around. But he was terrified of losing you if he spoke the truth, so he hid, despite his world crumbling every time another content creator asked for your number, which you always declined with a reserved smile, the smile you promised Vinnie was his.

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Vinnie wanted to do something different for his upcoming stream that weekend. Instead of playing the usual games he wanted to bake a cherry pie with you, and you immediately agreed before the tattooed blonde finished his sentence. So there you were, flour coating your cheeks and clothes after Vinnie decided to throw some at you.

The whole kitchen was a mess, eggs and crushed cherries staining cupboards and clothes. Vinnie’s eyes were on you whilst you spoke to the viewers. You were a mess, but you looked so fucking beautiful with that smile that Vinnie would die for. He scolded himself when his thoughts crafted a world in which you stood before him, dressed in white and his ring on your finger. It stung, so deeply that he had to take a deep breath to come back to reality, the reality where you were only his friend and nothing more.

He remembered Noah telling Vinnie how he was his own worst enemy, and now he wholeheartedly agreed as he watched you in this perfect light, a beckoning for him to tell you his deepest secrets, but yet his tongue remained still and a bitter feeling grew in his stomach as he continued to watch you.

You were his opposite. Vinnie bore a dark cloud over his head, sometimes it’d rain or thunder, but now it was merely there, darkening his thoughts while you radiated sunshine and warmth. He stood no chance.

You gave the blonde a soft tap on his inked arm to bring him back from wherever his mind traveled to, something you were used to see happening. “You still with us?” You whispered, a smile on your lips but your eyes held a spark of concern.

To play it cool, the blonde gave you a wink with a cheeky smile, “for you? "Always." He looked back to the monitor so he could read the chat, but every time you let out a laugh his mind wandered to that special place again.

“Honestly, it looks pretty good,” you spoke as you glanced down at the cherry pie. “Why do you sound so surprised?” He laughed, knocking his shoulder softly into yours.

“Vin, have you met us?” He had to agree on that one. “Besides I’m no chef, and you’re always distracted,” because of you, he wanted to interrupt with, but he bit his lip to force the words back down his throat. “And when you’re not; you play around too much.” You continued.

He turned back to the chat with a exaggerated smile and waved his arms around, “you heard it here folks, Y/n and I are no longer friends,” you quickly grabbed his arms with a giddy laugh, “finally!” He stopped and turned to look down at you. “Bullshit, you love me too much.” He looked serious, but the corner of his lips twitching gave it away.

“Yeah, of course I do. Gonna marry you one day.” You mumbled but Vinnie heard it loud and clear. “Don’t say that.” He quipped. His heart was doing painful somersaults in his chest. “I’m serious, don’t joke about that.” He was sweating as he spoke, his voice shaking with each word. His stream had been long forgotten as you stood in front of him, eyes staring into his.

“Vinn-“ He didn’t let you finish. He compared it to blacking out as he told you how much pain he was in simply because you existed, and how he didn’t mind the pain because it made him feel alive. He came to when you told him how important he was to you too. “I can’t lose you Vin, I’m so scared that I’ll-“ he grabbed your face and quickly pulled you into a toe curling, passionate kiss. A kiss that warmed his heart and he could feel the cracks patching together. Your hands gripped his waist as the kiss continued to grow more passionate, and then you quickly pulled back in panic. “The stream!”

“Fuck em’” he smiled and pulled you back in for another breathtaking kiss. He couldn’t help the laughs escaping him as the kiss continued. He never felt like this and he knew that he would do anything to keep you in this life.

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°•Streamer yn on QMSP

Author's Note:ᴡᴇʟʟ, ғɪʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ, ɪᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs, ɪᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, sᴏ ɪ ᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀᴇssᴜʀɪɴʜ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀʟsᴏ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs, ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋs💓

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°The announcement.

Y/n ᴡᴀs sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ʀɪɢᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ϙᴜᴀᴄᴋɪᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴇᴄᴛᴀғᴛ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴍsᴘ.

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ sᴇᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀsᴋs ʜᴇʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ.

sʜᴇ sɪɢʜs,"ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ, ɪᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍɪɴᴇᴄʀᴀғᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪғs ɪᴛs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ, ᴏʀ ɪғ ɪᴛs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ" sʜᴇ sᴀʏs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴄ,"ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴs".

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°ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ.

ʀɪɢᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ sᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʏɴ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴇɢɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ.

ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɢɢ y/n ᴛᴀʟᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɢɢ ᴀʟsᴏ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴄᴛʜ ɪᴛᴇᴍs.

"ɢᴜʏs, ɪᴍ ᴏғғɪᴄᴀʟʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪғғɪᴄᴜʟᴛ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜɪᴅʀᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀ sᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙʀɪɢᴛʜ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ."

Cheerytree69: why you sound so dramatic lol.

riveryn:watch her kill her egg on the first day.

"ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ,sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs, ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛs sᴏ ᴍᴇᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇɢɢ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴇ, ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴀʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴛʜɪs ɪs?"

Slaylishous: They dont have a name yet?.

"ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴄᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ, sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴏɴᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ."

Finegirl:what are the plans you were talking about in the announcement stream?

"ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴘʀᴏᴍɪssᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ?, ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴍsᴘ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇ sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛғᴜʟ ᴡᴀʏ."

Flowerboy:How was interacting with the other member of the server?

"ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ,ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴅʏ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs, sᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɴɪᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ.

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴀʟsᴏ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀsᴋs, ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɴɪᴏɴs ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ʏɴ ᴏɴ ϙᴍsᴘ.

MW2 Reaction to You Having an OnlyFans

Warnings: 18+, Non-Explicit Implied Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Imagery, Territorial MW2 👀, Possessive MW2  👀👀, MW2 having a Crush on Reader, Petnames, Profanity, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

Ghost

Initially, he was in disbelief.

Denial, even.

But when you accidentally sent him a link to your OnlyFans instead of a link to the website of the restaurant you were visiting, Simon’s heart almost stopped.

You deleted the link immediately after, but it was too late.

The tab was already open on his browser.

Despite his agility and lightning reflexes, this situation is not one he’s going to be able to bounce back from quickly.

Will just stare at his phone for a minute or so before eventually starting to understand that yes, you did just send him evidence of your goings-on online.

And yes, you had just confirmed that you made intimate images of yourself accessible to whoever wanted them, though for a hefty fee.

You know your worth; you charge above average.

For days afterwards, the idea of you compromising yourself haunts him.

He doesn’t condemn you for your actions. Far from it !

He’s just surprised he hadn’t found out sooner. That he’d failed to read you well enough to know that this is what you did for work.

And, trying to justify to himself that it’s ‘just out of curiosity’ and ‘a need to confirm that it is actually you’ who is featured on the account, Simon buys a subscription.

He’s glad he waited a while since the appearance of a new subscription days after the incident is much less suspicious than receiving one right after.

Let’s just say, whatever morbid fancy Simon had before seeing your work transformed into a ravenous appetite after he’d seen what you had to offer.

Can’t see you the same way afterwards. But in the best way possible.

When he looks at you, he feels like he knows a secret.

Sure, he does feel creepy when you look at him, not knowing that he’s beaten himself off to videos and pictures of you approximately eight times that week.

But he tries to justify it. Again.

He’s supporting your business, he’s being a good friend (he winces when the word passes him by like a phantom), he’s…

He’s absolutely eneamoured with the way you look.

And the fact that he knows you personally – that he can (and has) heard you call his name – makes whatever little fantasy you’re acting out feel that much more real.

His favourite image of you is one where you have your arms bound above your head.

He always finds himself coming back to it.

Until one day he realises…How are you tying those ropes by yourself ?!

It’s impossible. Simon knows because he’s tried it on himself (don’t ask). So now he’s faced with the burning question of: Who is helping you with these shoots ?

And why isn’t it him ?!

König

Didn’t realise what he’d stumbled upon at first.

One minute, he was checking your socials to see how you were doing while he was away.

The next, he was at a sign-up page for something he’d never heard about.

The fact that it asked for his bank details left him somewhat suspicious, but your endorsement of the site – your claim of it being ‘The best investment of your life <3’ eased him into a false sense of security.

Oh, how König condemned his trusting nature.

Past the paywall, König didn’t know what to expect.

Whatever he could have dreamt of, he never expected it to be…this.

You in the most indecent images he’d ever seen.

Yes, König did scream when he realised what he was seeing. Yes, he did close the tab out of sheer panic.

After a minute, then two, he found the ability to breathe again.

His phone quivered in his hand, his grip a python about its glass neck.

Sighing shakily, König dared to unlock his phone.

Swallowing thickly, he approached the OnlyFans tab.

Opening it, he gasped, your likeness filling his screen and his mind once again.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he said, nobody else about to hear him save for himself. “What have you done ?”

After the aftershock fizzled out, König’s cheeks warmed.

Though, whether of anger, disappointment, or something else, he could not be sure.

He’d enjoyed thinking of the two of you as more than friends. For a while now, too.

And you hadn’t helped: not with how you took to his lap as if it were your throne, how you’d bend and hit him at just the right angle when he was behind you, reaching up for something.

Not with how you clung to him and whined his name at night when you slept over, always a doe-eyed look accompanying whatever minimal favour you were about to ask of him.

So to see you capitalise on yourself like this before he’d ever even seen your bare torso made him…

Territorial.

“I can’t let you get away with this, Engel,” he promised. Your smiling face was oblivious to his threat.

He palmed the bulge in his pants, his grip on his phone tightening.

“One way or another,” he found himself smiling. “You will be mine.”

Soap

Buys a subscription immediately.

He genuinely only did it as a joke to embarrass you. At first.

A rather expensive joke, mind you.

He almost choked on his energy drink when he saw your lowest monthly rate.

Whatever.

He bought it.

And his mind promptly went blank.

When seeing a friend in a compromising position, one typically tends to look away, either out of respect or embarrassment.

Soap didn’t.

He couldn’t.

He just stared at the image of you with your legs spread and your face the image of viscous lust.

Only after every pixel of that image was burned into his memory could Johnny look down.

And there, between his legs, sat a growing, pulsing, aching problem.

One which he had been vaguely aware of yet entirely unwilling to accept.

Every time your likeness throbbed in his mind, he felt himself twitch.

He sighed, his hand a resting place for his face as a dark dawn of realisation washed over him.

For what was unlikely the first time, Soap dealt with himself to the image of you, a euphoria he’d never known before shooting through him now he had you to look upon in such delicious detail.

At first, guilt impeded him, strangled his chest, propelling the likelihood of you walking through his door at any minute and catching him like this.

But all caution threw itself to the wind as the promise of release clouded his judgement.

“Besides,” he told himself. “You let other guys do this. So why not me ?”

After he finished, post-nut clarity settling over him, Johnny couldn’t help but feel dirty.

Getting off to the image of his best friend in such gruesome detail while they were completely unaware…

Sure, he’d done it before, but the fantasies had been vague enough for Soap to evade guilt.

Until now.

But, even so, with the weight of his actions on his shoulders, Johnny couldn’t bring himself to loathe his actions.

Not when you made yourself up so pretty for him.

Something tells him that this won’t be the last time he visits your page.

Valeria

This woman is already possessive to the max, so to see you posting content of yourself at your most intimate angles is nothing short of infuriating.

Regardless of whether you’re hers yet or not (you already belong to her, Valeria just doesn’t have the official title of ‘girlfriend’ yet), she will have something to say about your page.

Of course, she’s upset. Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it.

But more than anything, she’s…

Hurt.

Hurt that you never told her about your little account. Hurt that you didn’t trust her enough to let her know that this is what you did for work.

You weren’t obligated to, but where Valeria is concerned, there is no excuse.

Will drive up to your house in the dead of night and interrogate you.

And when she’s got you crying and shaking and apologising for having a career, she consoles you.

“I’m not angry,” she says, her arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes are hard; black pearls. “Just disappointed.”

Female manipulator 100%.

She’ll tease you every now and then because of your account, nothing but playful banter (as she calls it). But you can tell there’s venom to her words.

Especially when she refuses to let you pursue it as a career anymore.

“Your body is for me to see alone, Mi Amor.”

Price

This DILF may not know how technology works, but he does know that he likes what he sees when a grotesque little picture of you floods his screen.

Don’t ask how he got here; that’s not important.

What is important is how full of you his mind is both during and after the initial discovery of your OnlyFans.

All he can think about as he’s scrolling through your portfolio is how devilishly sly you’ve been as to keep such an impressive career a secret from him of all people.

Like some kind of secret.

He’ll definitely tease you about it – drop eerily familiar turns of phrase into conversation with you, ones which you’d used on the captions of your pictures.

Calls you things which you refer to yourself as online: “Prince/Princess”, “Puppy/Kitty”, an extremely specific nickname that you’re certain you’ve never mentioned around him before.

He just loves watching you squirm under the false scrutiny in his eyes as you question yourself as to whether he’s found you out.

Little do you know that he’s your most generous benefactor, tipping you most ardently on your posts where the angle of the camera gives him a glimpse of what lays beneath the thin layers of your robe.

Comments something like ‘Fucking beautiful, Love. Keep up the good work for Daddy x’

And, when he’s ready to let you know that, yes, he has been following you for months, he’ll repeat that same sentence as his mouth is to your ear, his head just over your shoulder, as he guides your hands as he teaches you how to defend yourself.

And the feeling of your body stiffening, stepping back into him in disbelief and rubbing him just right is enough to send him over the edge, his breath shuttering, his hips pressing into yours.

Horangi

Despite the disciplinary values the military taught Horangi, nothing can restrain the sheer carnality brewing in his lower half as the video of you bent over a desk, an unknown antagonist taking you from behind filled his computer screen.

If it weren’t for your breathy, whining moans, your glassy eyes and the overwhelming fact that the person I like most is literally on full display in front of me, Horangi may have been mad enough to question who was railing you right now.

That, and why did one of his associates have a subscription to your OnlyFans ?

Better yet – since when did you have an OnlyFans ???

So many questions, and Horangi can’t focus on any of them.

His first instinct is to close the tab – to preserve your privacy, your dignity

But…something stops him.

Call it logic. Call it a sick need to fulfil his own desires, but Horangi stops just short of exiting the tab.

You’re putting this online with only a paywall to separate you from the common man. So why should he feel guilty for seeing it ?

Long story short, Horangi’s shame dies, and there is little that can resurrect it or stop what’s coming next.

For the rest of his mission, his mind drifts back to you – in that position – more often than he’d like it to.

Granted, his mind had wandered to such places long before now, but he’d never had anything so visual to fuel his fantasies save for a time or two when you bent over and your underwear peeked out from beneath your shirt whenever you slept over.

When he gets home – his long-awaited reprieve – he purchases his very own subscription to this newly-found slice of Heaven.

And he gives no indication that he knows of your activities, instead waiting for the day that you ask him for his help in filming your latest masterpiece.

Despite the disciplinary values the military taught Horangi, nothing can restrain the sheer carnality brewing in his lower half as the video of you bent over a desk, an unknown antagonist taking you from behind filled his computer screen.

If it weren’t for your breathy, whining moans, your glassy eyes and the overwhelming fact that the person I like most is literally on full display in front of me, Horangi may have been mad enough to question who was railing you right now.

That, and why did one of his associates have a subscription to your OnlyFans ?

Better yet – since when did you have an OnlyFans ???

So many questions, and Horangi can’t focus on any of them.

His first instinct is to close the tab – to preserve your privacy, your dignity

But…something stops him.

Call it logic. Call it a sick need to fulfil his own desires, but Horangi stops just short of exiting the tab.

You’re putting this online with only a paywall to separate you from the common man. So why should he feel guilty for seeing it ?

Long story short, Horangi’s shame dies, and there is little that can resurrect it or stop what’s coming next.

For the rest of his mission, his mind drifts back to you – in that position – more often than he’d like it to.

Granted, his mind had wandered to such places long before now, but he’d never had anything so visual to fuel his fantasies save for a time or two when you bent over and your underwear peeked out from beneath your shirt whenever you slept over.

When he gets home – his long-awaited reprieve – he purchases his very own subscription to this newly-found slice of Heaven.

And he gives no indication that he knows of your activities, instead waiting for the day that you ask him for his help in filming your latest masterpiece.

Alejandro

He may not look like it, but Alejandro is lowkey an internet sleuth.

I’m talking, you mention a YouTube video you watched once when you were younger that’s since been removed, based off a blurry thumbnail and Alejandro will finish your sentence like: “Oh, the one with that cat who steps on that leaf and jumps up its owner’s leg,”

So, finding your OnlyFans account isn’t exactly detective work for him when, after an outing with the boys™, he sees you get particularly jumpy when you pull out your phone.

Through the process of elimination, Alejandro concludes that you’re pursuing a more adult career.

And since he follows all your socials, he knows what your handle is likely to be.

And when he finds you in some rather compromising positions on your beloved little app, he can’t help but crack a smile.

“My, my, mi Corazon…What have you been up to ?”

He takes a leisurely stroll through your portfolio, makes a note of some noteworthy posts. Then, he makes a decision. An investment.

He purchases a subscription.

Sure, he could feel guilty about doing so – feel ashamed of his deep-rooted desire to see someone he’s seen as more than a friend exposed in ways he’s only dreamed of so far.

But he takes comfort in the fact that he’s admiring your artistry for what it is; hard work, dedication, and beauty.

Yeah, he still gets off to the stuff you post, but unlike the basement-dwellers who’ll pop a shot to a lewd picture of you and then go upstairs for their dino nuggies and their off-brand energy drink, Alejandro takes time, care, to really analyse your work – to see the colours you’ve used, the camera angles.

And to try and capture even a reflection of the guy who seems to “help” you in your productions.

Rodolfo

Screamed out loud the first time he caught sight of your page, which was open on Alejandro’s phone.

To be honest, he was too dazed by the risque picture of you in a very frail-looking swimsuit to consider the implications of Alejandro having access to your OnlyFans.

At first, he did the only thing he could think of – the gentlemanly thing to do.

Which was to look away; to grant you your privacy and pretend he’d seen nothing.

At first.

Rudy managed to make it a whole 24 hours before, after fighting a losing battle of wills with himself (one which he put little fight into the longer that image of you stewed in his mind), he found himself on your page. Again.

Shamefully, one might add.

And, much to his chagrin, he didn’t hate it.

Nor did it satiate his growing hunger for you.

And, considering how he already liked you well before making this discovery, Rudy is…conflicted, to say the least.

On one hand, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, even in his wildest imagination, Rudy never had.

Conversely, you’re letting whoever has an internet connection and a bank card see you in ways that, until now, Rudy never had.

Two sides of the same coin. Identical outcomes. It just all rested on how Rudy wanted to view the situation; as a hurdle, or an advantage.

A loyal follower of two months now, his evenings spent worshipping the visage of you in what one could barely consider clothing, Rodolfo chose the latter.

And you have no idea. And Rudy is going to keep it that way until he feels you’re ready to learn that your top contributor is the man who’s sat beside you right this second as you stay at his house for a sleepover; one upon which you rest your head and listen to the deceptively steady beating of his heart.

Graves

Not that he would admit it, but he felt somewhat offended the first time he found out about your OnlyFans account.

Bruised his ego considerably ☹️

He took your self-sufficiency personally.

Did you not believe he could provide for you ? Is that why you turned to…adult practices ?

He sulked about it for a little while – about a day or two – before the fact that the person he’d been – dare he say it – crushing on for the last few months had an ONLYFANS ACCOUNT.

Needless to say, he hopped right back on his computer and got to buying your most elite subscription available.

Yeah, perhaps the idea that a couple thousand or so other weirdos were ooglign your body aside from himself bothered him. But he wasn’t exactly whiter than white himself, so he dropped the subject (with himself).

However, his jealous tendencies do lead him to some rather unorthodox places.

Has genuinely, seriously considered acquiring OnlyFans to try and get you scrubbed off the platform.

His accountant managed to (eventually) convince him otherwise after drilling it through his skull “How questionable this would look on your company record, Sir.”

And then, obviously, Graves decided to just try and buy the internet.

Bless him, he may be a CEO, but he isn’t a boyboss. Or tech-savvy.

Regardless, he eventually cools off and actually sees this situation as playing to his advantage.

He could already feel the cogs in his turning as he realised that you didn’t know he’d seen your account, nevermind contributed to it.

And thus began Philly’s plan to make you so financially dependent on him through anonymous donations and financial contributions. A hostile takeover, as it’s known in the trade.

Gaz

Since he is both the youngest and the most tech-savvy of the 141, he knows what he’s doing.

He’d heard a whisper while traversing your socials that you owned a fabled OnlyFans account.

And, like the good friend he was, instead of embarrassing you and asking you directly, he went on the hunt for it himself.

Okay, maybe he didn’t do this without your knowledge out of pure chivalry – rather a need to see if there was a possibility that, yes, you posted yourself online for money.

And, perhaps, a need to see if he can get his hands on some of those images himself…

Eventually, ever the internet sleuth he is, Gaz found your account.

And boy, did he underestimate what he thought he’d find.

“Jesus, (Y/N)...What have you been doing ?”

But that isn’t to say he didn’t like it.

On the contrary; he couldn’t help but feel drawn to it.

Especially when, in one of the pictures, he saw you drenched in a shirt of his he’d lent to you months ago. One which he still hadn’t gotten back.

He doesn’t pester you about it anymore. Even jokingly.

Though, he is somewhat envious that his shirt gets to be that close to you, especially in those conditions.

That, and…

Wait, who’s taking these pictures ?!

Not that you’d know this, but, his chest alight with the need to identify this mystery victor, those dark rings under Gaz’s eyes when you meet for lunch the next day are for you.

“Gaz, Sweetie, did you get into a fight or something ?”

And Gaz can’t bear to tell you how much an effect the jealousy you’d inadvertently inflicted on him has had on his psyche – had on his sleep schedule as he burnt through the night trawling every image and video of you for any identifying feature of your work partner.

As evidenced by the crusted tissues piling up in the bin beside his desk, to dry his tears and…other fluids.

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