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cometkenji · 1 month

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Doctor, Doctor, please listen!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Chubby!Fem!reader Cw; Tension (I tried), cursing, the smallest physical description of reader in the last portion (just mentions their stomach going over their pants), reader has scars from previous cases, rivals to lovers?, lmk if i'm missing smth Summary: 3 times you called him doctor, 3 times he wonders why. Disclaimer: Reader is always written with a chubby/bigger person in mind but I don't really ever describe their bodies that much cause it's x READER and every body has a different body <3 WC: 3,596 I am literally so obsessed with criminal minds somebody save my soul OBLIVOUS IDIOTS WHO WANT EACH OTHER MY BELOVED. Title from mad hatter by Melanie Martinez don't even @ me for that

“...she will be an important part of making your team function quicker. We fought hard to get her here. I ask that you all treat her with respect and not make me intervene.”

Strauss finished her introductory spiel with a familiar “mom-glare” towards the team, walking away once she finished her speech. Unfortunately, her departure left you standing alone in front of the most intimidating man you’ve ever seen and four of his team members. You had been practically still until now. You hated the pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, causing a general freeze response to the stress of a new team. Fawn, you thought, the newest addition to the fight or flight categories and also the lovely thing forcing you to practically disassociate in front of your new boss and co-workers.

“Welcome, Dr. L/N. We’ve heard good things. I’m Aaron Hotchner, I supervise the team.” He was leaning on the table before he stepped forward to shake your hand as he spoke. “This is Emily Prentiss, Jenifer Jareau, Derek Morgan, and Doctor Spencer Reid.” He pointed towards the corresponding people as he spoke of them. “Agent Rossi is away right now, and you’ll meet our T.I. later…she’s been excited.” If you hadn’t been good at your job, you’re sure you would have missed the way his lips turned up slightly at the edges when mentioning the woman. He didn’t seem so scary anymore, more like a father of the team. You’d been expecting a drill sergeant - your last team leader could have given a bull a run for it’s money with how much aggression that guy had. You welcomed the rush of excitement you felt at the discovery, mentally shaking off the stiffness you were carrying.

“I’m happy to be here, sir. I’ve heard good things about the team, too. Your boss seems to think highly of your capabilities.” You addressed the room as you spoke. Public speaking was a skill you were still trying to master, so you practiced whenever you could.

Your statement earned a chuckle from the table. Nobody bothered to explain the reason. You figured it was too much history to sum up on the spot. Your eyes wanted to linger on Reid. He seemed so young, and you wondered if he’d been told that his entire career - lord knows you had too. A fellow doctor. You assumed he was a bit of a stickler about the title, as even his boss kept it tacked onto his name when introducing him. You’d originally hoped to find some comfort in the man, on the surface he seemed a lot like you. He was probably too smart for his own good as well. Given the way he was staring at you, though, you felt the realization sink in that the man had no intention of welcoming you.

“Why exactly do we need another profiler?” His voice held no malice as he spoke in the direction of his boss. There was more curiosity in his voice than anything, however you did pick up on the sense of superiority that sat just beneath the surface of his words. You guessed that’s how he behaved generally - as though he was superior. Still, your head tilted slightly to the side at the question.

Damn. Tough crowd.

You saw the intake of breath in Hotchner as he prepared to defend your place here but you spoke before he could start. “While I am a profiler, sir, first and foremost I am a psychiatrist - a doctor. As I’m sure you heard from Strauss, the board is unhappy with your recent efficiency rates and would also like to aid your team in dealing with mental health crises. I’ve spent my entire life studying the effects and conditions of the mentally diseased brain. I’ll be able to tell you the most efficient and effective way of interacting with these individuals, along with more accurately predicting their actions and methodology. I’m an agent, I took the same oath everyone here did but I was brought here for my expertise.” You were on a bit of a tangent, you knew that, but something about the smug feel of the man forced an emergence of competitiveness. He looked at you so indifferent, and you couldn’t help the tiny sparks of anger lighting beneath your skin. You kept a friendly disposition towards the man - you were a professional, after all, not a teenager - but you sensed a rivalry sprouting it’s roots.

The others at the table suppressed their smiles or looked down to hide it. Nobody had ever challenged Spencer like that. They could all feel he was a tad bit territorial. He was the guy people went to when they needed to know something. He was the Doctor of the group. They didn’t think he would take too kindly to another one encroaching his land. They saw the way he was tense, even more so after you responded. It was a riveting sight, though. The lot of them saw Spencer as a younger brother, and him meeting his match was something they were all so excited to see.

“Play nice, pretty boy.” Derek muttered to him, Spencer was slightly slouched in his chair now, not losing sight of you. Derek followed suit, turning his attention towards you. “We’re glad to have you, Doctor. We’ve spoken about an addition like you before, I’m glad to see the higher ups finally listened. I look forward to working with you - excuse me.” He left once his phone rang.

The others took his exit as an excuse for their own, everyone giving you a warm welcome as they left. You reciprocated happily, telling everyone they could just call you by your first name, never having been one for titles. ‘There’s one difference.’ You thought, even your internal dialogue was bitter. Aside from him, there was a warmth here that you had been desperate to find in your last team. If you had to work passive aggressively with one uptight man in exchange for a team like this - you were going to take that deal.

He refused to leave it seemed. He just sat looking inquisitively at the table, occasionally extending his stare to look at you before returning. How did you two end up alone in this room?

“Are you gonna have a problem with me, Doctor?” You shifted slightly on your feet. A notoriously nervous sign, one he definitely picked up on.

He stared again. It was his mind that kept him rooted in his seat. You were fucking alluring. He’d never met someone so like himself in his line of work. He was being a dick and he knew it but it seemed to be instinctual - some type of precaution, maybe. He didn’t know why you were being so respectful. Doctor. God, he didn’t know if the title had ever sounded so good being directed at him. His frustration only rose as he thought on the issue more. He wasn’t welcoming, it would be so easy to drop the formality, something he knew you knew would get on his nerves. But you didn’t. It didn’t seem like a question of dignity. You didn’t seem like the type to refuse a little pettiness - he sure wasn’t the type either. A thought stirred, an unsafe one he wanted to squash immediately but one he also couldn’t help but lean into. Did you want a power imbalance?

“No.” He stood abruptly, obviously still focused on the thoughts in his head. “Welcome to the team.” He addressed you one last time and then walked out of the room.

You followed shortly after, ready to make home on your couch and be done with being the newbie for the day. Your stress would follow you home, though, as the last thing you heard before you left the building was “Oh my god they’re perfect for each other.”

The first few weeks were always the hardest. This was something you knew and were prepared for but it did nothing to calm your nerves. You’d been on countless missions having worked this job for a while now, but this was an entirely new dynamic to learn. You were an outsider for the first time in four years and it was scary. This case was shaping up to be a rough one, too. A man was having delusions telling him to kill. An extremely rare manifestation of his Schizophrenia, only elevated by the newly acquired aspect of him being an insomniac.

Spencer hadn’t ceased being headstrong in cases either. Every time you wanted to help he made it his mission to overcompensate in order to snuff you out. On the contrary, he’d warmed up to you a little. It wasn’t major, he barely held any positive feelings toward you, but barely was better than not at all, so you coped. You two had managed a couple small talk conversations outside the battle of one-upping that you were currently losing. You absolutely hated it, but you liked him. You liked him a lot, actually. You don’t know when in the past few days that anger morphed into fondness but it had shifted hard. The casual dominance he exuded drew you in like a porchlight lures a moth. You doubted the opposite proved true for him, and that stung. You came to enjoy the banter, the competition, even if you were always playing the losing hand. It was the only way to get his undivided attention and the feeling of his eyes on you started to follow you home.

You thought a lot about how you could get the relationship to pivot into something better. You didn’t want to be the girl he bickered with at work. You didn’t know what it was you wanted but you knew that your current fate sounded horrid. He was an ass, though, and he did not make it easy to admit those feelings. Every time he undermined you, you grew more attached and also more angry at yourself for doing so. It was because he’s so much like you, you thought. You knew from the way he interacted with his team that he wasn’t a cold guy, didn’t hold malice towards people for no reason. He needs time. He needs to know you, and God how badly you wanted to know him.

You had sustained good relations with everyone the past few weeks you’ve been here. Meeting Garcia and Rossi had been a treat - both of them being delightful company. You’d heard them whispering about you and Spencer when they thought you weren’t around. The whole team seems to think that you’re basically fated to be together. It was unnerving how comforting that thought was to you. You hoped they were right.

Spencer hoped they were right too. He’d heard the same whispers you had, chastising the team when he got the chance as if he didn’t think about you every moment he could. His eyes seemed to naturally land on you if you were around. He watched you walk around the bureau more and more lately, enjoying the gained confidence in your step as you cemented your place in the team. The sway of your hips or the swing of your arms. You mesmerized him no matter what you did. One time he got so caught up in his thoughts of you that Prentiss had to check he wasn’t having a silent panic attack. He clung to his sense of resentment, tried so hard to remind himself of the feelings he had when he first met you - you were beautiful, of course you were - but you were on claimed land and he was anything but eager for you to make home on it. That had faded fast, seeing how kind you were, scrambling to help and earn respect from everyone. The only reason he kept up the act of “man who wants you gone” was so that he could keep talking to you. Spencer was a genius but he didn’t know how to handle someone like you. He’d been interested in girls before, hell he’d had girlfriends before but it had never felt like this in such little time. Such intense infatuation was crippling for someone who’s brain worked in patterns - this was new ground for him.

“Everybody suit up. We have Foster’s location and we need to move quickly. He’s going after the source of his rage and we don’t have time to spare.” Hotch came down the stairs two at a time, spurring the team into action.

“This man is highly dangerous but also highly deluded. The cases I’ve read similar to this say it’s best to speak gently. He’s sick but he can be reasoned with.” Spencer pulls from his memory as he sets his ‘FBI’ vest into place on his chest.

“No, not this time. This man is too severe, his mind is too far gone. If these hallucinations of his are strong enough for him to touch them it’ll be extremely easy for him to rearrange or imagine your words differently. You need to be loud, direct, and assertive. Speak as little as possible. The quieter you are, the easier it will be for him to change what you’re saying in his head.” You also spoke while putting your vest on. You didn’t carry a weapon - a personal vow of yours, as you were more than classified to - so there were no holsters to fill. The contradictions between the two doctors of the team made everyone hesitate even though they lacked the time to do so.

Spencer looked at you, slightly out of breath from working so quickly. “You’re questioning my memory?”

“I’m not questioning your memory, Doctor. I’m questioning your sources. There’s a higher risk level if we do what you’re suggesting. Let me do my job.” You made the final adjustments to your attire as you finished speaking. You returned his eye contact for just a beat too long, letting the others rush out of the building while you stood your ground, the two of you begrudgingly following after them a moment later.

You had been assigned a different car than him for the ride over. ‘Thank God’ was the only thing you could think when you saw him heading to the other SUV. After another confrontation - another public one, at that - you weren’t sure you could handle being pressed leg to leg with him in the backseat. Your words were a looping record in his head as he rode towards Foster. They were about to attempt a hostage negotiation with a man seeing people who weren’t there but all he could think about was that fucking word you refused to drop.

I’m not questioning your memory, Doctor

You had to be doing this on purpose, he thought. He originally believed this had started because you knew stripping him of his beloved title would cause irritation. Now he suspected you knew how badly he wanted his name in your mouth and this was your way of torturing him. ‘It’s working.’ He thought. God was it working. He agreed with his team, you were perfect for him. You had knowledge to match his, kept him on his toes. One time the start of a ramble slipped through his “I don’t like you” façade and he felt his heart speed up at the genuine interest that roused in your eyes. You wanted to know him and he was an idiot for all the shit he was doing.

He wasn’t surprised when your strategy worked and Ben Foster was taken into custody. You were the one to talk him down, and if you hadn’t already been accepted to the team, he knew then and there that they needed you. You were flawless. He knew you’d been doing this as long as he had and it showed. He pleaded with himself to stay focused, zeroed in on the weight of the gun in his hand to save face. His mind never left you, though, much like his eyes. This was the expertise you spoke of - no wonder they fought hard to get you here.

“You were excellent in there.” It was just the two of you now. Even in the dull, flashing police lights, you were breathtaking. “Good job.” He said. Then he walked away because he was on the brink of kissing you and didn’t feel like breaking about 18 workplace rules while at the scene of a crime. You wouldn’t have been complaining if he did.

Every time something like this happened it was difficult to remind yourself that not carrying a weapon was a choice you made willingly. You were currently sitting in the back of an open ambulance, about to be hoisted onto a stretcher and driven to the ER for stitches. You’ve been with the BAU for almost 3 months now and have miraculously managed to avoid injury in that time. This had been one of the easier cases. No chases or clues to follow, just a sick man who left a fairly obvious paper trail. You were the speaker on almost all cases. You were in charge of de-escalating a situation, making sure the bomb didn’t blow. You’ve never carried a weapon, always preferring to take the wounds of a job over using a gun to back up your words. You were a psychiatrist, you wanted to make people better, not vilify them. It worked, usually. People did tend to trust you more when you were unarmed. This time, though, it got you stabbed.

It wasn’t a bad injury, the blood had already stopped and was mildly dry by the time Spencer was joining you. Just one more scar to your collection. It was to the side of your quad, missing any artery by miles and just serving as a pain source at this point. A little numbing and some stitches and you’d be right as rain is what the doctor in the ambulance had said.

“What happened?” He spoke softly to you. There wasn’t a rivalry between you two, not really. The banter hadn’t stopped, but it changed. It was playful and actually fun now. The both of you weren’t obsessed with outdoing the other anymore. Some casual boastfulness and a budding friendship is where you were at with him currently.

“I got stabbed.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.”

He exhaled like he couldn’t comprehend the stupidity of your answer. You laughed at that. One enjoyable pastime you’d picked up in the past month was trying to bewilder him. The EMT said he needed to check the rest of your body for injury despite your protest of such a procedure. It was typical and you knew that, but you held onto the fear of your own body that middle school gave you. There was a man you liked here, and the thought of him seeing the bit of stomach that hung outside the waistline of your pants scared you more than you thought it would. You forced yourself to be rational in spite of this. It was Spencer, you wanted to be seen by him.

“Holy shit.”

You chuckled at that. You forgot that maybe a warning was in order for the amount of scars that littered your stomach.

“Probably should have told you about those.” There were dozens. You amassed a countless amount of scars over the course of your job. Stab wounds, bullet grazes, burn marks. Unsubs, as much as you tried to empathize, were often violent at the end of the day and usually lashed out before they could be helped.

He was staring - well, gazing more like. Not like someone stares at a car accident on the freeway but instead how someone stares at the moon - awe. He was in awe of you. Your strength, your courage, the fact that you went through all these individual events and still chose not to arm yourself. Some of these were in places that could have been fatal, and he thanked whatever entity may be listening that you persevered, begged them to continue that streak. He crashed hard into the desire to touch you, to run his hands over what little of your past he could see. He wondered if you would let him. If you’d fit into his palms the way he thought you would - if that was something you even wanted. The EMT was gone by now, having moved to the passenger seat for the ride to the hospital.

“Could I - " He hesitated for a moment, this was definitely the wrong question to ask. “Can I touch you?”

Your eyes glazed over slightly. Jesus. You felt your lips part a little.

“You want to?” Genuine surprise. You didn’t think you looked particularly desirable in your current state. He wanted to touch your fucking scars. Who does he think he is?

“Please.” He was looking at you in a way you hadn’t seen before. His eyes were glazed over too. You held his eyes as you nodded. The heat was so stifling that you laughed just a little at the tension.

“Fucking hell, Spence.”

Blood shot to his ears when you said his name. It had been well worth the wait to hear you say it like that - breathy and confused and so fucking pretty that he wondered how he ever lived before you said it.

“Will you tell me about them?” He was breathy too, but he wouldn’t have you here, not like this. He just needed to feel you.

“I’ll tell you anything you want, Doc.”

His hands were warm. It wouldn’t be the last time you felt them.

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matryosika · 4 months

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Attraction, obsession, infatuation

Pairing — Hyunjin and fem!reader Wordcount — 7,680 words Includes — Explicit sexual content. Alcohol consumption, mentions of jealousy and possessiveness. Smut warnings under the cut. Summary — It is easier to hate than to admit loving. Alternatively, where Hyunjin realizes he might be tired of pretending he doesn't want to be more than just your toy. Author's Note — First 2024 full story! One of my New Year's resolutions was to keep on writing, since the last two years have been a bit too rough with my creativity and, overall, life. I hope I can continue posting stuff this year, but I literally can't ignore the fact that I am graduating college this June and that the adult life is, inevitably, catching up to me. Still, writing is something I love so I am determined to take this hobby very seriously, since it's one of the few things I enjoy! I hope you like this, please remember that english is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes in advanced. If you wish to support my work, please leave a comment, reblog or ask 💌 Post divider by @/cafekitsune

Smut Warnings — Dirty talk, (very) mild humiliation, oral sex (m. receiving), face fucking and deep throating, voyeurism, female (solo) masturbation), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, marking (and mentions of pain), dacryphilia, creampie.

Humiliating.

There is no other way to describe the situation that perfectly.

[21:19 p.m., Hyunjin: Seems like you got yourself a new toy]

[21:19 p.m., Hyunjin: You don’t want to play with me anymore?]

[21:20 p.m., Hyunjin: I mean, we both know why you agreed to come here in the first place. It's not like you're the best of friends with any of my roommates, anyways.]

You hate how right he always is —how shamelessly he speaks, how pridefully he carries that ego of him.

People say there is a thin line between hatred and love, but they never talk about how tempting it is to walk on it. Especially because said line doesn't involve any of the former—if anything, that line represents all the carnal pleasures.

Pure lust.

[21:21 p.m., You: Please]

[21:21 p.m., You: You’re so full of yourself, you know that?]

Hyunjin rolls his eyes right in front of you, tongue poking through his cheek while he reads your messages.

[21:22 p.m., Hyunjin: That never seems to be a problem when you're in my bed]

It's a never ending bickering. A never ending teasing.

Hyunjin has always loved the thrill of doing things he isn't supposed to —no wonder why he ended up fucking you, out of all the women he knows.

Attraction, obsession, infatuation.

No amount of words could describe what happens between the two of you.

[21:23 p.m., You: I’m busy, in case you haven’t tell]

His cheeks grow hotter, killer eyes darting between you and the man you're talking to; appearing all sweet, gentle, collected, and everything you're not when you are with him. Your hand lays peacefully over your companion’s thigh, playfully hitting it when he says something remotely funny.

Your smile hasn't worn off since you entered the party, and Hyunjin genuinely wonders if you’re that happy and comfortable to be around any other man. Inevitably, he begins to wonder if you'd let him touch you like he does, kiss you like he has. He stares at you two for a little too long, and questions if you'd let that man do everything Hyunjin is entitled to do with you.

Would you let him treat you like he can? Let him fuck you like he does?

He chugs down the alcohol from his cup and uses that as an excuse to calm his masochistic urges, walking away from the scene he has been staring at for almost 10 minutes now.

It's like pouring lime over a wound, like pulling out a loose tooth. It hurts, but it makes him feel something.

“If you didn't hate her I would say you're totally drooling over her,” a black-haired man that smiles teasingly with his eyes is quick to ambush Hyunjin as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“What? Did your date get tired of you too early tonight?”

Changbin’s tongue pokes his cheek, and he can’t help but smile at Hyunjin’s moodiness. “She went to the bathroom, I just came here for some drinks”.

“Well, get to it,” Hyunjin commands, stretching his shoulders in an attempt to release all the build-up tension over them.

“Man, you've been acting so out of your element lately,” Changbin remarks, placing a bottle of vodka and another of pineapple juice aside with two red solo cups. “You’re always in a fucking mood, this is actually the first time I see you outside your bedroom in like... a while”.

Hyunjin won't admit it, but he is sulking.

Because of college, because of work, because of things he can't begin to fix and because of you.

“Just busy, I guess,” he shrugs his shoulders. “Sorry I can't spend all day sticking my dick in different holes and doing an 8-hour shift at the gym”.

Changbin scoffs bitterly under his breath, nose flaring at his friend's harshness. “Maybe that's exactly what you need,” he nods, pouring a drink for himself and his date, “a good fuck”.

He rolls his eyes.

Yeah, maybe he needs that, but he also needs for you to stop touching your date's thigh, laughing amusingly loudly like you want him to hear how much of a great time you're having. Maybe Hyunjin needs to relieve all his anger on you, or he just needs for you to spare him a fucking glance because you haven't even looked at him since you walked in.

“Yeah,” he finally exhales, stealing the vodka bottle from Changbin’s grip to pour some onto his cup. He chugs it down quickly, and clears his throat when he feels the liquid burning inside, “that’s what I need”.

Changbin pats his right shoulder and abandons the kitchen when he spots his date closing the bathroom door behind her. And Hyunjin is left alone once again, wondering if it's time to ditch the party and lock himself inside his room or if he should hurt himself a bit more to get a grip on reality.

Inconveniently, he chooses the latter. Resting his hips against the kitchen counter, and turning his back on the full view of the living room, Hyunjin begins to thread a line of questions that may never have a proper answer.

Had he met you in another context, and in a distinct light, would things be different? Would your dynamic be different?

Maybe he would've apologized when he had time, for all the useless bickering that always took place between the two along the friend group. Had he surrendered to your stubbornness, rather than putting up a fight like it's typical from him, would the anguish be less?

Now that he reflects on it, Hyunjin can't even tell why you two hate each other these days. He never questioned it, the hatred you felt for each other, but he no longer knows why it's still there. Maybe it was a first impression, maybe it was a dumb comment or joke he cracked when you were introduced to the friend group. Maybe it was the fact that you two are so alike, personality wise, that you never seemed to get on.

Maybe you keep on hating each other because that's how it always has been, because there hasn't been a room to question the "what if's".

Or maybe you hate him just for being him, and the only thing you've come to mend with is the fact that he is nothing more than a good fuck.

His heart aches because of this last thought, and he stares at his phone screen for a bit too long, hoping to get a text from you. But you're busy, you said it yourself, and he is just feeling out of place.

“Hey,” the familiar voice it's enough for him to lift up his eyes from his phone, encountering a sheepishly grinning, red-eyed Jisung. “Changbin told me you’re in a mood, again”.

“He should put his mouth to good use,” Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

“He is worried about you though,” his friend says. “We all are, you know”.

Hyunjin sighs, “I’m fine”.

“Dude, come on,” Jisung drags his words lazily. “It’s about her, right?”

He shoots a killer gaze at him, “about who?”

If Jisung hadn't been higher than the fucking Empire State, he would've considered Hyunjin’s gaze a threat. But his mind is not precisely paying attention to any social cues, so he proceeds to say your name as a response.

"You should stop smoking that shit ever so often, you know?" he spits in annoyance, "it's making you delusional".

“Yeah, right man,” Jisung nods. “And you can keep being angry with the world just because you can't be angry with her”.

It disgusts Hyunjin how poetic that sounds, but his friend isn't too far from the truth —he would much rather project his anger and annoyance onto everyone else before you.

Because if you call, if you look for him, if you text him and ask him to see you, he will always be available. Even when he is not. Even when he has a ton shit to do. Even if all you want is his dick and a couple of dirty words.

Every time you ask, Hyunjin will give you anything you want.

“We don't have to talk about her though. Just wanted to check up on you,” his friend continues after an excruciatingly long silence, patting one of his shoulders like Changbin did before.

“There’s nothing to talk about, anyways,” Hyunjin says.

“Are you on, like, bad terms?”

“We’re not on any terms,” again, the urge to deny everything. It's always easier to pretend nothing it's going on than admitting there's a huge fucking elephant in the room. “We fuck, occasionally, and that's it. Not friendship, not intimacy, not trivial conversations about each other's days”.

“Well, that's some sort of the ideal to a fuck buddy relationship,” Jisung tilts his head. “It’s supposed to work”.

It should.

And it did, for a while —when the feelings were minimum and could be repressed, when the anger only translated to hatred and annoyance, and not jealousy and possessiveness.

These days, it's just not enough.

“Yeah well,” Hyunjin scoffs bitterly, holding the almost empty bottle of alcohol to his lips.

Thank God he isn't a light weight, because he would've been screwed by now. Vodka isn't his greatest match, but neither are you and he knows he has to sacrifice something tonight —whether it’s his rationality or his heart.

“Alright,” he finally exhales, pushing the empty bottle away from the edge of the counter. “I’m going back to my room”.

"Already?"

“That's the beauty of people using your apartment to host a fucking party, I guess,” Hyunjin says, leaning down to one of the kitchen pantries to grab his favorite bottle of wine. “You can just walk a minute and be in the comfort of your own bed”.

“Haven’t you drunk too much?” Jisung asks.

“Definitely not enough,” the dark-haired replies, grabbing both the bottle and a glass with one of his hands. “Tell Jeongin to kick everyone out by 2, I’m not paying for another noise complaint again”.

And as he makes his way to his room, it's inevitable for Hyunjin not to spare a glance at the couch you were once sitting on. But his eyes meet Changbin and his date instead, without any trace of you or the man you were with. And he doesn't know if he should feel relieved or worried because you're no longer in his eyesight, and as comforting as that thought should be is nothing more than anguish-inducing.

He says goodbye to some of his friends, and also deals with Changbin’s insistence to stay around before he is able to lock himself inside his room. It was, at best, a 3 minute situation from the kitchen to his bed, but it felt like ages. Mostly because his eyes kept on scanning the whole apartment, hoping to find something that could tell him you're still there and you didn't leave the party with that man although you probably did.

Much to his surprise, when he opens the door to his room, he finds you sitting at the edge of his bed.

You don't say anything, and neither does he. So you two stare at each other for a while before Hyunjin closes the door right behind him, leaving the wine and glass on a small table by the door.

“Wine? At a college party?” You finally interrupt the silence, using that playful, teasing tone you always use when you want to get on his nerves. “You really are something else”.

Typical Hyunjin would think of a comeback rather quicker than the speed of light —he has always been witty and good with his words, and that's something you find utterly, despicably attractive in him.

But after 4 shots of vodka and an unamusing mood, all he wants it’s to kick you out and plop down onto his bed.

“Weren’t you busy?” he asks in a murmur, too lazy to make himself be heard. But it is loud and clear for you to hear, even with the bustling coming from down the hall.

“He bored me,” you admit. “Kept talking about his football team, and how he is going to work at his father's company once he graduates”.

Hyunjin lets out a bitter and quiet scoff, giving you his back while he pours some wine onto his glass. You can’t fool him, even if you try like right now.

But he attempts to ignore his rapid heartbeats by keeping a nonchalant, even annoyed countenance, albeit a part of him can't ignore the fact that you're in his room.

Just you and him, finally.

“Are you going back to the party or…”

“I’m tired,” he cuts you short, chugging down the wine like it's a shot of anything else. Can't care less about etiquette when all he wants is to lose his sobriety along with his rationality. “I want to sleep”.

“It’s 10:30,” you tease him, cocking one of your eyebrows and giving him that look that always makes him feel ridiculous.

On any other day, that would've been fuel to erase that smile off of your face by pushing it onto the pillows while he fucks you from behind.

Tonight, though, it just blatantly stings.

“So?” The coldness in his voice makes you shudder, and when he doesn't respond like he usually does it's when you realize there's something different going on.

You and Hyunjin don't share that kind of intimacy. You don't tell him your problems, and he doesn't tell you his problems either. You don't comfort each other through words or romantic touches. You don't give words of encouragement and you don't talk things through.

If there's something to say, you do so through sex.

But right now, that you've interrupted his night, you feel somewhat compromised to ask if he is alright.

“Bad day?”

Bad week, bad month, bad year, a bad fucking life.

“Don’t have to act like you care,” Hyunjin says, resting his hips against the furniture while he pours himself another glass of wine.

The comment catches you off-guard. First and foremost, because you're not quite sure you don't care about him at all. And second, because he is making it seem like you are the reason behind his bad mood.

But if he doesn’t want to talk, you’re not going to force him to. After all, you’re in his room for one reason, and one reason only.

“Shit, sorry for asking,” you murmur, gripping the edge of the bed sheets with both of your hands. It's a common ground you've walked in, thousands of times. You've been in his bed for far more times than you can remember, and you've fucked a lot more than you can count. So you're not afraid of asking the question: maybe you should release some stress?

Hyunjin knows what you mean. He knows the sexual connotations of it, and knows that’s exactly the reason why you're in his room.

On any other day, Hyunjin would've taken your word. But right now, when his eyes can only focus on the crimson bruise on your neck, the proposition enrages him.

He walks towards you, completely towering over your figure. One hand holds the glass of wine, while the other cups your face and maneuvers it harshly, leaving the hickey for him to see.

“He bored you?” The way he spits such a question makes your heart skip a beat. Don’t leave a rough mark, you told the guy, just a faint hickey. Of course he wouldn’t care, and neither did you —otherwise you would’ve checked yourself in the mirror before approaching Hyunjin wearing someone else’s lovebites, “or he just wasn't the one you wanted to fuck tonight?”

You move your head away from his touch with a swift movement, immediately missing the warmth of his skin against yours, "does that even make a difference?"

But it doesn't.

In the end, you only look for him because you want a good fuck and it seemed like your date just couldn't get the job done.

Not because you want him, particularly.

“No,” Hyunjin replies coldly. “But you should at least have some decency, you know?”

You know he isn't teasing you, like he always does. He is not saying all this to get a reaction from you, and that unsettles you.

He is acting and saying such things because he means them. Because he feels like them.

“Since when do you care about what I do or I don't?” you ask him, the tone in your voice increasing as Hyunjin’s gaze intensifies.

“You can do whoever the fuck you want,” he murmurs, uncrossing his arms to grip at the edge of the furniture behind him.

“Well, I want to do you”.

“Maybe tonight I don’t,” Hyunjin gulps down the wine, having a way harder time swallowing the euphoric sensation of his ego rather than the alcohol coming down his throat.

And you stare at him like he just said something controversial. Something weird, something unusual coming from him.

“You’re lying,” you say, darting him a challenging look. “You always want me”.

“Why would I want something that everyone can have?”

It’s his anger talking. His rage, his uncertainty, his jealousy.

You're not wrong. He wants you, he always has and most likely always will.

But he is too proud to admit it, both to you and himself. Especially after you’ve walked into his room with the ghost of another man’s hands and lips, wearing a mark on your skin that will never compare to how Hyunjin has been allowed to mark you.

“So that’s the issue?” you defy him, standing up from the edge of his bed to walk forward. “You’re acting like this just because I was with someone else?”

Your mocking tone makes it seem like it's something ridiculous and irrational, but you've aced your initial hypothesis.

You are the reason behind his bad mood.

“Just get out,” Hyunjin says, tense jaw and cold eyes locked into yours. “You're getting on my nerves”.

Your tongue pokes through your cheek and you look at him in disbelief —you feel taken aback because of how he is acting, and you want to blame it on the alcohol he has ingested throughout the night. But he looks sober, and way more serious than his immature facade has ever made him appear.

“If I wanted to be with someone else tonight, I would’ve left your apartment a fucking hour ago,” the boldness in your voice only challenges Hyunjin to this staring contest he didn't know he is playing. Without blinking, without parting his gaze away, all his undivided attention is on you, and the way you're spitting your words like you're truly the one with a reason to be angry.

Needless to say, your audacity only infuriates him further.

“If you wanted to be with me, you would’ve come into my room the second you step a foot into the apartment,” he shoots back, straightening his body against the furniture and causing it to move an inch closer to you, “I mean, you know the way well, don’t you?”

He raises one of his eyebrows, and it’s embarrassing.

Pathetically embarrassing.

Stupidly idiotic.

“You've crawled on all fours from the door to my room before,” Hyunjin continues, tilting his head while his gaze falls from your eyes to your parted lips, “I'm sure that was enough for you to remember the path fairly well”.

It was one time, you say to yourself. And you'd rather die than having to admit such a humiliating thing to anyone other than him.

You'd rather die than having everyone know what you allow Hyunjin to do to you. You'd rather disappear into thin air than having to deal with the judgemental gazes from all of your friends.

The Hwang Hyunjin? The one you say you can't stand? The one that gets on your nerves because of how childish he is? The one you tell your friends you'd turn down a thousand times even if he was the last man standing on earth?

“Go fuck yourself, Hwang,” you're so close to him you can practically taste the red wine off of his lips. You're breathing the same air, hearts beating at the same rate.

You want him worse than you wanted him before —you like the feeling of his jealousy and his possessiveness. You like it when his hatred towards you transforms into hatred to anyone who dares to touch you; no one is allowed to have you like he is entitled to, and no one is allowed to hate you the way he does.

So he leaves the empty glass of wine behind, and guides one of his hands to your heated cheeks. He caresses it, pushing away the hairs from your face —the intimate touch might feel out of place and context, but you know damn well it's nothing more than the calm before the storm.

A calling.

A warning.

You know Hyunjin more than you'd ever want to admit, and you crave him worse than you'd ever allow yourself to think.

"God fucked you up by giving you this shitty ego,” he murmurs, brushing his lips ever so slightly against yours. It seems as if Hyunjin walked right into your trap without knowing, blinded by instincts and completely ignoring the awful show you put up earlier with a man you don't even know his name, “and he fucked me up even more for making me like it”.

It all happens in a fraction of second, too fast for you to catch some air and too sloppy for you to get the kiss right.

You're tasting the red wine, and his rage, and the longing lust you are always demanding from him whenever your body is against his. He kisses you ardently, teasing your tongue and biting your lower lip trying to fill you up just with him —to get rid of whoever kissed you first that night, and to intoxicate you with all of him for whoever will kiss you next.

One of his hands wraps around your figure, pressing you tighter against him, while the other swims through the roots of your hair, already in position to manhandle you like he knows he can.

The way he knows you want him to.

And you don't stop him when you feel the sting in your scalp, forcing you to break the kiss and down to your knees right in front of him in a careless way that will probably leave bruises.

“Said you wanted to do me?” Hyunjin asks, unzipping his pants with his available hand while the other holds your head still, despite your efforts to wipe away the drool from your lips and the hair sticking to your cheeks with his spit. “I’m right fucking here, do me”.

You look at him with loathing but it is nothing more than a projection: you hate yourself for how much you needed this.

For how much you need him.

“Don’t give me those eyes,” he falsely pouts, but the sound gets drowned in a grunt when he wraps his hand around his dick to stroke it a few times before guiding your mouth to the tip of it, “you want this”.

His gaze finds yours in the midst of the struggle, and the only way you can think of letting him know you're consenting to this is by sticking your tongue out and licking the tip of his cock, collecting all his salty precum and tasting it like you've been starving for it.

At the sight, Hyunjin chuckles lowly. Still as cold, still as enraged.

“Did you suck him off too?” he asks, using the grip on your hair as his favor —with ease, he slams his hips against your mouth, letting the tip of his cock reach parts of your throat that are still tense. “Does he taste as good as I do?”

Hyunjin doesn't need to know that you planned this all along —that you purposely did everything to get him jealous. He doesn't need to know that you like the thrill of it, of watching his possessive and jealous side.

He doesn't need to know that you utterly adore when he fucks you like he actually hates you. Like you mean nothing and everything to him at the same time.

Hyunjin doesn't need to know a lot of things, so you tag along with the fantasy of everything you've yet to deny.

“Relax,” more than a soothing word, it’s an order. He maneuvers your head all along his length, applying more pressure when your nose hits his pubic bone and then forcing you away to let you breathe. “You’ve taken this cock before, you know exactly how to do it”.

You try to regain control of your body, and your rationality, but it seems a rather useless task —when you're with Hyunjin, he is the one that does the thinking for you. When you're with him, you can't think of anything else but him, his voice, his eyes, the way he touches and kisses you, the way he tastes and the way he feels inside you.

“Too big,” you gasp in between thrusts of his hips against your lips. Your hand flies to reach the base of his cock, but he is quick to force you backwards with the grip on your hair.

“Do not touch me”.

“Hyun-”

“I said, do not touch me,” he repeats when you try to touch him again. “Do you really think you can go around touching other men and I won't do anything about it?”

Hyunjin wishes he wasn’t as prideful as he is —if he could swallow his ego easily, he could have your hands all over his body by now. But he is proud, and vengeful, and stubborn. No matter how much his skin is burning to feel the softness of yours against it, he needs to make his point.

“You’re- you can’t be serious,” you struggle between moans, with a voice so hoarse it's barely audible.

“There’s the door,” he forces your head towards it, “you can leave if you don’t like it”.

Your doe eyes, filled with anger and defy, dart between him and the door. Hyunjin is always the one in control, you're not really unfamiliar with that —the fact that he is acting like this, offering you a way out if you’re not willing to do things his way, makes you feel uneasy and curious.

You choose to stay only for the latter. Not because of anything else, right?

Right?

You don’t say anything, but fix your gaze on the man in front of you.

And Hyunjin gets it, he gets the look you're giving him. That, paired with the fact that you're not doing anything to get away from his grip, tells him that you're more than willing to keep on going, so he continues manhandling you around.

“C’mere,” he mutters when guiding your head along his cock again, making you swallow him full without giving you any kind of warning whatsoever, “just like that”.

You're gagging, and tearing up, and clearly struggling to take all of his cock. But never have you felt this hungry, and never have you felt this emptiness between your legs that only Hyunjin seems to be able to fill.

Your hands ache for his flesh, and so desperately you want to sink them on his thighs or ass; intertwine them with his, latch your fingers against his and squeeze them while you prove to him that he's the only one that gets to fuck your mouth like this.

“Please,” you cry out when he gives you a break to catch some air, “I need- let me touch you, please”.

"Should've thought of it before putting your hands on someone else," he hissed, brushing your hair wet with drool and tears away from your face. “Should’ve thought about me before running to another man”.

“Hyunjin”.

Oh, how pretty his name sounds falling from your lips —especially when accompanied with sobs and whimpers. You're always so cool and collected, like you control everything and everyone around you. You never cry, never show anyone else a crevice of what you truly are, but he is the only one that gets to see you like this. The only one you really trust, the only one you give control to.

If you hate him that much, why do you always come crawling back to him?

If you hate him that much, why is he the only one that gets to use you like this?

And if you hate him that much, why can't Hyunjin forget what he truly feels about you?

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, cleaning your mouth and chin with the back of your hand. “I’m fucking sorry, okay? I’m sorry”.

“For what exactly?” He is so close to you, you can feel the tip of his nose brushing against yours and get drunk on the wine that lingers in his breath. He is so close to you, he almost can't resist the urge of crashing his lips against yours again and taste himself off of you.

“I don’t know,” you look at him with teary eyes. You feel like crying, and Hyunjin can tell. “I don’t know, it’s just- I’m sorry, okay? If that’s what you want to hear, then I’m sorry”.

His eyebrows furrow.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” he says. “Your apologies mean nothing to me”.

Your heart stings, and it is unusual. He is unusual, painfully real unlike all the times you've pretended to hate each other just for the dynamic.

Blame it on the alcohol, or the stress he has been feeling lately, or the fact that you've been nothing but a brat these days, but Hyunjin is angry. And hurt.

“Your actions, on the other hand,” it's all he tells you with his bright eyes boring into yours. “I want you to show me how sorry you truly are”.

“Wha-”

He maneuvers you from the floor to his bed, forcing you on your back against the sheets you've grown to know fairly well. Your body writhes under him, and you fight back the urges to wrap your arms around his neck and force his body close to yours.

“How- am I supposed to show you?” you ask in between the struggle, moving your body to Hyunjin’s will. With your help, he unbuttons your jeans and scatters them along the floor, just like your blouse and underwear.

He lets out a soft scoff, blowing air through his nose, amused. "As if you don't know me that well".

And because you know him well, you can't avoid the eerie feeling of fear that settles up in the deepest pits of your chest when his cold gaze makes contact with yours.

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask, with your heart ringing loudly in your ears.

“You should be asking what you're going to do for me, instead,” he murmurs, caressing the sides of your body with a creepy delicacy that doesn't match his demeanor at all. "Don't you want to be forgiven?" It's a rhetorical question, you know that much. And you do want to be forgiven, but you're not quite sure what twisted idea Hyunjin has of an apology.

So you stay quiet, and hope for the best.

“You said you wanted me, right?” He asks yet again, fixing his eyes on yours. You just nod. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Yes,” you rush to say, “yes, I said I want you”.

“How bad?”

The endless teasing is making you frustrated, but you're used to that. However, you're not used to feeling tears prickling at the corners of your eyes with each second that passes by.

You need him desperately. You need his kiss, and tongue, and hands on every part of your body that you'd never allow anyone else to touch.

No matter how much you say you dislike Hyunjin.

“So fucking bad,” you cry out, kicking you head back against the pillow.

Hyunjin hums, peppering wet and sloppy kisses over your tummy and inner thighs. You feel his breath so close to your wet center that you can only hope he gives you the attention you need.

But that is not going to happen any time soon, and you know that.

“Fuck yourself,” he commands you, kneeling between your spread legs on top of his bed, “prove to me that you want me”.

You know the catch, know why Hyunjin is asking you such a thing.

He never does, unless he wants to punish you. And albeit not a rough punishment, there's nothing sweeter than watching you fall apart in frustration, to watch you deny yourself because he said so, to see you squirming in pain because you overstimulated yourself.

But then again, you'd do anything he says, just to be one step closer to him.

So you comply, with your index and middle finger shaking in anticipation as they make contact with your folds. Slowly but surely, you start fulfilling his demand —bitterly, with a look of disdain.

One of his hands spread your legs further, and he stays kneeling between your thighs as he watches you.

Impatient, eager, angry.

“I don’t have all day,” he finally snaps after a good 30 seconds of you just timidly teasing yourself. You can’t admit it out loud, but it is embarrassing —to have his eyes all over you but not his hands, to have your legs spread for someone who has no interest in touching you.

It's also embarrassing how wet you are by all of this. By his attitude, his anger and his jealousy.

“Sorry,” you barely mumble, sinking two fingers inside your throbbing pussy.

You feel nothing. Not pain, nor pleasure. Just nothing.

“One more,” Hyunjin tells you and you comply. But after getting used to him and his size, nothing fills you up anymore.

“You don’t- you don’t expect me to come just by this, do you?” You ask with a nervous scoff, biting down on your lower lip as you pull your fingers out just to thrust them inside again.

Hyunjin doesn't answer, and that only fuels your anguish even more. Instead, he fixes his eyes on your fingers, and the way they glisten with your wetness. He focuses on the sounds they make, and how warm you must feel after all the teasing.

You let out a whine, but it is not out of pleasure. It's a frustrated whine, a desperate one. You kick your head back, and fuck yourself harder with your fingers.

All your efforts are pointless.

“Don’t you dare,” Hyunjin warns you when your other hand slips to touch your clit.

“I- I can’t just come with this,” you groan.

“How is that my problem?”

It is humiliating —the way he is looking down on you, the way he is clearly amused by how stupid you must look right now touching yourself without feeling anything.

“Keep on going,” he tells you, licking his lips, “you won’t stop until you come”.

You shake your head and kick it against his pillow, trying to go impossibly deeper in hopes of finding that spot inside of you that only Hyunjin seems to know well.

Again, pointless.

“Come on,” you whine, now really on the brink of tears, “don’t do this to me”.

“You did this to yourself,” he simply says, and his digits graze against your naked legs.

The stimulation on your flesh is enough for you to clench around your fingers, and Hyunjin lets out a twisted smile when he sees the goosebumps flowering.

“Hyunjin”.

“Can’t come by yourself?” He asks with a fake empathy, “you need me for that, right?”

You know where this is heading, and you’re willingly letting him lead you that way —you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Yes,” you admit, hoping such a confession is enough to do something. Anything.

“Am I the only one who can make you come?”

“Yes, Hyunjin,” there's an inner conflict between your lust and your ego —you wish to fight back, but your mind is already surrendering. Your answer isn't far from the truth anyways, so why is it so difficult to admit it out loud? “Yes, you’re the only one”.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispers quietly, dragging the tip of his digits along your spread thighs.

You’re aroused and whriting in anticipation, You’re aroused and trembling in anticipation, your whole body is ready for him, anything he wants to give you, and he can tell.

That's probably the worst part of it all —your mouth can always voice how much you hate him, but your body will keep on betraying you every time.

“I can’t,” you murmur, relentlessly trying to get yourself to your high, “I can't do this on my own anymore, you're the only one who can”.

It's embarrassing to admit such a thing, both to him and yourself —it's not like you're saying so just to get what you want.

You're saying so because it's the truth, because not even you nor your toys can get you to come like Hyunjin does.

“Remember that every time you even think about being with someone else,” Hyunjin’s body hovers over you, fitting perfectly between your open legs. “No one is going to make you feel like I can”.

You drown a moan when you feel his clothed erection pressing against your folds. The fabric of his pants is rough, but your body unconsciously grinds on it.

“Just fuck me, Hyunjin,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his hips and feeling his warmth spreading from your chest to your limbs, “please, please, please”.

He needs you just as much.

And his intention was never to deny you, but to remind you that you belong to him. Whether you want to admit it or not, whether you even know it —your body responds to Hyunjin, and Hyunjin only.

“Patience is a virtue, you know?” He scoffs, sneaking a hand between your bodies to slide the tip of his dick against your folds, “I spent all night looking how someone else got his hands all over you”.

You tremble underneath him, begging for anything he might want to give you.

“It wasn’t a pretty sight, you know?” Hyunjin continues, “it kills me that no one knows you're mine”.

Your heart skips a beat at his rageful words, as you breathe the same oxygen that leaves his lungs.

“Hyunjin”.

“I hate the fact that I just can’t kiss you when I feel like it,” he presses his forehead against yours, taunting your lips with his. “Can’t even fuck you when I want, without caring if someone hears or not”.

There's a pinch of frustration and despair in his voice. Like he is asking you to read between the lines, to give some sense to his words.

“We hate each other, don’t we?” You remind him, digging your nails in the flesh of the sides of his body.

“Do you really think this is hate?” He asks, and presses his hips against yours. You feel his hardened length getting coated with your wetness, and you can’t help but moan.

“Everybody thinks we can’t stand each other,” you wrap your legs around his hips, forcing him to make a move. And as if on cue, he gets what you’re demanding —he slides the tip of his dick in, so easily that it's hard to believe your body wasn't perfectly made for him.

“But no one knows what we do behind their backs, do they?” He asks, grunting quietly when he finally bottoms out, “they don’t know how good we fuck each other, how good we make us feel”.

It's not the time to pause and reflect about the dynamic you've shared with Hyunjin over the past year. It's also not the time to think about what could happen if you were to reveal to your closest friends what you and Hyunjin have.

It's exciting to keep things a secret, but you're not quite sure how long you can go without one of you getting tired of it.

It's not the time, and you don't dwell on it because you soon feel Hyunjin's hips slowly pulling and then bottoming out again. The sudden hit of his pubic bone against your swollen clit sends shivers down your spine, and you hug him tightly against you.

“Because you make me feel so good,” he murmurs, leaving a wet trail of kisses from your lips, to your chin and jaw, “so fucking good”.

You clench around him at his words, and he lets out a raw moan.

“You too,” you swallow thickly, “you too- make me feel so good”.

“Just me?”

“Just you Hyunjin- fuck,” you bite down the flesh on his shoulders when his hips snap against yours, making your whole body jolt, “like that, fuck me like that”.

With painfully slow but hard strokes, Hyunjin pounds his dick inside your wet pussy.

The lewd noises it makes, paired with his skin hitting yours, drowns his bedroom. They also drown the bustle behind the door, the faint voices of those who are still outside partying and drinking.

Those who don't know how much you love fucking Hyunjin, and how much he loves fucking you.

“I have to make sure it's only me who gets to have you like this,” and with that being said, he sinks his teeth and nibbles at the flesh where burgundy and purple bruises rest.

You arch your back in pain, feeling your neck burning. He holds you in place as you writhe beneath him, placing all his weight over you to prevent you from squirming away from him.

“It’s just a little pain,” his soft voice coos, grabbing the sides of your neck with one of his hands while his lips attack the love bites made by someone else, “nothing compared to what you made me feel tonight”.

Your heart starts beating faster at his words.

“I’m sorry,” tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you still let Hyunjin mark you.

You want him to, anyway. No matter how painful it can be.

“I know you are,” he hums, satisfied with the way you’re clenching around him.

He kisses your flesh softly, trying to soothe the pain away, and you move your hips, desperate to have him moving inside of you again.

He loses no time into it, holding his weight back off of you to continue on fucking you.

“You look so pretty now,” he twistedly smiles, with a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead and nose, “my lips and teeth look so good on you”.

The minute he bites down his lower lip and his eyes go blank, you start feeling the tension building up inside your abdomen. You’re close, and you’re desperate to come.

“Hyunjin,” one of your hands holds his bicep, while the other makes a mess of the bed sheets beneath you.

“Not yet,” he warns you, and at that you let out a frustrated sound, “hold it a bit longer, come with me”.

You close your eyes shut and kick your head back, hoping that if you don't look at him, you can prolong the time before you come. But he is fucking you so good, and his dick is hitting all the right spots inside of you, that you really don't think you can hold it as long as he wants you to.

“Please,” you cry out, this time tearing up. You can’t help it —the tears fall from your closed eyes without a warning. They stain your cheeks, and get lost in the crook of your neck that is still burning with Hyunjin’s love bites.

“Open your eyes,” his hand cups your face, and you snap them open as a reflex, “let me see you crying”.

His words ignite a fire inside you, just as much as your tears do to him. His cock twitches at the sight of your clouded eyes and the way they beg for his release.

It’s the first time he sees you cry,

and it shouldn't arouse him as much as it does. He knows what's behind those tears, and maybe that's the reason why he is enjoying them.

Frustration, rage, despair, attraction, obsession, infatuation.

He buries his nose on the flesh of your cheek and kisses your tears, one by one, as he continues pounding himself inside of you.

“Can’t-” you murmur, digging your nails on his shoulders. Hyunjin hisses at that. “I can’t hold it”.

“Give it to me,” he finally exhales, increasing the movements of his hips. And you comply —you give your orgasm to him, squeezing his cock almost aggressively. Your body trembles and he hugs it tightly, fucking you through your high as he comes with you.

“Fuck, Hyunjin,” at one point, your body goes limp —the pleasure becomes too strong that you melt into his arms.

He moans your name, over and over again, until his voice becomes a whisper, and his hips relax into yours. His body rests on top of you, hugging you, pressing kisses to your forehead and temples while you wrap your arms around him. He doesn't pull out, and you don't want him to —at least not yet.

Sex with Hyunjin always goes a little bit like this, but it never feels as intimate as it does right now.

Your sweating bodies are pressed against each other, and your hearts are beating at the same rate. Your mouth tastes like red wine, despite you not having drunk any, and Hyunjin’s chest smells like your perfume.

The crescent moon-like imprints from your nails are still pulsing on his shoulders and back with desire, and your neck still burns with his possessiveness.

It seems as though you two are one, and it is impossible to deny it.

If hate is another synonym for infatuation, you might as well be willing to hate each other until death.

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toxicanonymity · 11 months

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so excited for next raider joel i am literally foaming at the mouth

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2.2k / dark raider!joel x dark!f!reader x ofc

raider master

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“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly.

Skip ahead to Raider: Close if you're not into the warnings.

WARNINGS: Striking through extra detailed spoilery warnings but wanna be thorough. These don't all happen to reader. Angst, jealousy, dark reader!, FFM threesome kind of, oral m & f receiving, spanking/pussy slapping, noncon gunplay/penetration, unsafe P in V sex (not btwn Joel and OFC), dubcon via captivity, degradation, cum eating, threat of/allusions to cheating kind of. joel makes reader noncon ofc, f on f oral PLUS stuff already in play like being chained up.

A/N: Ask 1, Ask 2. TBH I had trouble getting on board with the idea of adding another girl, but eventually a twisted version i could live with came together in my head. Still, I bet some people will not like it. Please don't read if you could be triggered or upset. 🧡 I did not describe the OFC, so please HC her however makes you happy.

When Joel gets back, his arms are the first thing you notice. He’s wearing a body holster with a pistol over his mesh tank top. The body holster makes his shoulder muscles look even more imposing. The second thing you notice is that he’s not alone. He’s dragging another girl by her elbow. She looks like she’s been crying, but she’s not now. She’s angry. Joel doesn’t look at you when he comes in. He slams the door behind him and hangs up his gun. He throws her down on the other bed, then cages her with his body. He holds her chin and and says, “Don’t fuckin’ move.” She spits in his face.

He takes a deep breath and cracks his neck without his hands. ”Been nothin’ but nice to ya,” he says. “That ends now.”

Shamefully, your first thought is, what does he mean by ‘nice to her’? Was he the same as he is with you? Did he save her from a worse fate? Did he stroke her cheek and tell her it was going to be alright? Did tell her he was going to take her with him, protect her from far worse men? How many times has he done this? You hate to think you might not be special.

Joel unbuttons his pants and looks at the girl menacingly. “Coulda made this enjoyable for ya,” he says regretfully. “Too bad.”

Your stomach turns and your heart pounds. Is this all because you kissed him? Is he punishing you for your affection? It’s not fair. He’s the one who kissed you first in the middle of the night. Your eyes sting with tears. You can’t sit here and let this happen.

“What are you doing?” you cry.

“What am I doing?” he laughs. He pauses without unzipping his pants. Finally, he looks at you as he palms himself. Your eyes follow his hand and you’re relieved to see he’s not fully hard yet.

“Don’t,” you plead. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He unzips his tight jeans and takes his semi-hard cock out. He asks you, “Where should I put it?” with his pelvis still pointed toward the other bed.

“Do you have to put it anywhere?” you whimper. The girl looks at you hopefully like you really have a say. Like you might be trying to help her.

“Do I have to,” he grumbles. You run through the options in your head. He could put it in her mouth, that’s not too bad. A mouth is just a mouth, right? There’s no way she would do a good job on purpose. But hopefully she wouldn’t bite him, either.

Joel approaches you and spits in his hand. As he begins to stroke himself with the spit, you say, “Let me.” He holds his cock for you and you try to suck him as good as you can, but he just wants the saliva. He won’t let you make him come. Your eyes well up.

“Shhhh,” he says and cups your cheek as he takes his cock away. He sighs, then nods back toward the rest of the stash house. “You think they want just any girl? They want what’s mine.” He glances over at the girl then back at you. He lowers his voice. “She could save your life.” As sweet as that is, it doesn’t make you feel much better about him putting his cock in another woman.

“Do you really have to?” you plead.

“Where do you want me to put it?” he asks again.

“In me,” you beg. He studies your face.

He looks up at the ceiling contemplatively. “Well either I’m doin’ it, or you’re doin’ it,” he offers.

“I’ll do it,” you say, unsure what that even means. You just know it has to be better than watching or hearing him fuck another girl. If you have to finger her or even give her head, so be it.

Joel looks surprised and impressed. “You’ll do it, then,” he repeats quietly. He unchains you from the radiator and takes the pistol out of his body holster. He holds it by the barrel and hands it to you.

Your face goes cold.

“No,” the girl whimpers, sitting in the corner of the cot with her knees hugged into her chest.

“You heard her,” Joel says. “She’s doin’ it. Right, sweet pea?”

Your hand shakes as you grip the gun. Joel motions for you to go to the other bed.

“You’re sick,” the girl whimpers at Joel. “Shoot him!” she demands of you. “What are you waiting for?? SHOOT HIM!”

Instead, you stand at the end of the cot. “Get back here,” you say weakly, gun still shaking in your hand. “And turn over.”

She shakes her head. You cock the gun.

“Damn,” Joel whispers. She still doesn’t move. She cries.

Joel loses patience and grabs her by the thighs, jerking her to the end of the bed. He pulls her dress up over her ass, clenches his jaw, and spanks her. Then he stands between you and the bed. He spits on his fingers and turns to face you. He keeps his knuckles facing you as he reaches back and slaps her pussy without looking at her. She yelps. He keeps his hand there and rubs her clit while he stares at you with his hard dick in his other hand.

“Go on,” he tells you. “You can do it, sweet pea.”

“You’re both sick,” she whimpers.

You steady the gun in both hands, avoiding the trigger, and bring the muzzle to her wet cunt. She shrieks at the cold ring of metal. Then you grab her hip for leverage and use your dominant hand to carefully push the barrel into her, gently maneuvering it so it doesn’t catch. She groans “No.”

Joel strokes your cheek and looks at you affectionately. Then he gets behind you, with both of you facing the bed. He puts his hands on your hips and presses his hard-on into your dress.

“Go on,” Joel urges and his cock hardens as he pushes it against you.

You begin to slide the gun in and out of her.

Joel brings his mouth to your head. “Good girl,” he whispers and puts his large hands on your hips. He raises your dress, exposing your ass. He pulls down your panties, then puts a hand on the small of your back. You spread your feet more, so relieved and grateful he’s not fucking the other girl. He flattens his fingers and rubs your clit until you’re wet enough. It doesn’t take long.

You’ve slowed down with the pistol, focusing more on the feeling of his hand between your legs. Joel pauses. “Don’t stop,” Joel cautions. “Or I’ll do it myself, and not with the gun.” You start again. He notches the head of his cock at your entrance and waits. You begin railing her steadily with the barrel of the gun. “Good, sweet pea,” he murmurs.

He pushes his tip inside you and you gasp at the stretch, temporarily pausing the rhythm of the gun. Then he puts one hand on your pelvis for leverage and holds a breast with the other. He slams his cock into you, jolting you up and forward, with the momentum slamming the gun harshly into her cunt. She whimpers.

“Sorry,” you whisper to her and try to steady your hand as Joel fucks you. But the last thing you would do is ask him to stop or ease up.

Joel drives his length into you steadily. Your face tenses and your temples feel weak. You’re still jealous and your mind drifts to whether he’s looking at you or the other girl. Or is he just watching you fuck her with his gun. You know he’s an awful man. Face it, it turns him on.

You put it out of your mind and focus on the feeling of being filled by him. His fingers pressing into your skin as his cock impales you, strong but gentle, like him. You can’t help but moan as he fills you up with his flesh. His cock completes you just right. You need him to be all yours.

He switches hands, using his other hand for leverage as he cups your opposite breast. He buries his mouth in your neck and that makes you feel better, your brow softens. He bites you and it feels close enough to a kiss that your heart swells. He sucks your skin, and he moans at the feeling of your nipple hardening into the palm of his hand. He massages your breast and you begin to twitch around his cock. He moans into your neck.

“Sweet pea,” he murmurs. “You feel so good.” Your heart flutters at his words and your lower abdomen buzzes with warmth. “Whore like that could never. No one else could.” With that validation, you fuck her harder with the gun. “That’s it, baby,” Joel whispers, slamming his cruel cock into you. “Just like that.” Your arm gets tired and you switch hands. It’s so tempting to put down the gun, but you don’t want to find out whether he’d really fuck her. You don’t want to disappoint him either, and you don’t want him to stop fucking you.

Joel’s hands slither around your body, and his cock pounds into you harder. “You’re doin’ great, pretty girl.” You feel yourself on the edge of climax. He slams into you with a grunt. “This pussy’s all mine,” he pants. “gonna stay that way.” You lean back into his chest and enjoy the feeling of his body wrapped around yours while you’re wrapped around his cock. He begins to stroke your clit and you moan. He breathes heavier and grunts with each thrust.

He pulls out before either of you come. You sigh at the loss but his fingers gather slick from your dripping cunt then return to your clit and he outdoes himself. He puts his mouth to your ear. “Go ‘head, baby,” and his low whisper makes you see stars.

You moan and tremble and fall into her, plunging the gun deeper.

“Pretty when ya come,” he murmurs and rubs your back while you finish. Then he grabs your ass affectionately and steps to your side; You flinch, your ass is even more sore today.

He slowly pumps his cock and kneels onto the cot with one knee. He takes your hand and makes you take the gun out. She collapses onto the dirty mattress.

“What’d I do wrong?” you ask him.

“You did great, sweet pea. You did perfect,” he says as he gets up on the cot and it creaks under his full weight.

She tries to squirm away and he stops her with a hand on her ass. He’s facing her side and looking at you as he pumps himself. He straddles one of her legs and you whimper. He points his cock at her pussy, then he looks at you again as he strokes himself and comes on her ass. It trickles down her crack to her cunt. You don’t want his cum between her legs, it tugs at your tear ducts, but you’re comforted by his eye contact with you when he came.

He gets off the cot, tucks his dick away, then comfortingly squeezes your shoulder and watches you watch his cum trickle down. “You want it so bad, take it,” he says. He crosses his arms and nods toward her.

It feels like a command. You reach out your hand.

“Nuh-uh. With your mouth, sweet pea.”

You obediently bend at the hips and lean over the cot. Joel pries her legs open for you. You plant your mouth between her legs and lick from her cunt, while trying to strain your eyes to meet Joel’s for approval. “Yeah, get it all, baby.” You drag your tongue up her crack.

You swallow it and he holds out his arms for you. He helps you down from the cot and takes you back over to yours. “You’re gonna stay here for a li’l bit, sweet pea. Keep her company.”

You sniffle. “Do I have to?”

“Yeah, baby. I’ll come back for you later.” He kisses you on the head and makes sure you’re comfortable before he chains you back.

After Joel leaves, you and the other girl are both silent for a while. Then she tries to get through to you, tries to convince you that the two of you can outsmart him together. When pleading doesn’t work, she tries tough love. “I get it,” she says. “You think he cares about you. But he doesn’t. You think he’s faithful to you, just because he owns you.”

“He does care.”

“Well I don’t see your name on his chest. And his dick sure didn’t taste faithful today.”

Any sympathy you had for her evaporates with those words. Even if she’s lying, even if she’s trying to play you.

“Pathetic,” she scoffs. “You don’t even want to be free, do you?”

You’re silent for a minute, then get an idea. “You’re right, I don’t. But if you really want to, I can tell you how.”

You know the guard won’t stay at the door all night. You know the best time and route to get out of the house. If she gets away, good for her. If she gets caught by one of Joel’s men, oh well.

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As You Wish, Chapter 1

Summary: When arriving at Camp Silver Star, Abby Floyd was anticipating a summer of adventure with an ocean separating her from the three people she loved most: her mom, her Uncle Bob and her Aunt Natasha. But after a run in with Charlie Seresin, an extremely familiar looking and irritating camper in a different cabin, her summer plans take a turn that neither girl ever could have expected.

Trigger Warnings: reader's children are described as being blond with green eyes because genetics are wild and Jake's genes are strong, reader is canonically Bob's sister, reader is described as having a tattoo and goes by Buttercup, verbal arguing, almost physical fighting, alcohol use, references to death and loss and mourning

Jake’s House, a few months after the Uranium Mission

When she had been invited to Miramar to visit her older brother, Robert Floyd, she had been given two ground rules. Follow all of Robby’s instructions so as to not get into trouble with the locals or the top brass. And do not fall for Hangman’s charms.

The first rule was easy. She was a rule follower by nature, allowing herself to be ruled by her brain and her built in sense of logic, so following Robby’s lead was easy. And she’d assumed that the second rule would be easy as well. Anyone named Hangman was not someone she was interested in getting to know, especially since her brother had told her almost a year ago that the man earned the nickname by always leaving his wingmen hanging as he chased the glory for himself. Though Robby had seemed to relax his personal views of Hangman after their latest top secret mission, he remained firm that he wasn’t going to allow his baby sister to become one of his co-worker’s (dare he say friend’s) conquests.

And yet, here she was, three months after she was supposed to leave to go back to New York, cuddled up on Hangman’s couch as they settled in for another movie night. So much for letting her brain rule and following her innate logic.

Her brain was mush and her logic had gone out the window the second he’d asked her to stay, and she knew it wouldn’t be coming back so long as he was tracing his long fingers up and down the length of her spine as she laid on his chest, her head slowly rising and falling as they watched her all time favourite movie.

She sighed happily as she felt his plush lips press into her hairline.

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” he whispered as two characters sword fought on screen.

“How happy I am,” she murmured into his chest. “And how lucky. I’m lucky I found you, lucky my job is letting me work remote, lucky to feel so happy.”

Jake pulled her closer, tangling their legs together beneath the light throw blanket that had been tossed over them. “I’m happy too,” he whispered, watching as the main character on screen was now struggling to fight a giant. “Even though I have zero idea what is happening in this movie,” he added with a chuckle.

“That’s because you’ve been too busy trying to cop a feel to pay attention to a seminal classic of our generation.”

“Can you blame me? You’re literally on top of me. No guy in his right mind is going to pass up that kind of opportunity.”

She giggled. “Well, try to focus because my favourite part is coming up.”

Jake pouted but agreed, watching as the man in black outwitted the smaller man, grabbed the princess, and took off running.

“This is your favourite part?” he chuckled as the man in black mocked the princess’s pain.

“Would you hush?” she clapped a hand over his mouth, then shrieked as he licked her palm. “You’re disgusting!” she giggled, wiping her hand down his shirt. “Ooh! This is it!” She turned her attention completely to the screen as the princess shoved her captor down a large hill.

“As…you…wish!” the man called as he tumbled head over heels, the princess following straight after him.

“There had to be an easier way to follow him down the hill,” Jake joked.

“Jake!” she whined, craning her head to look at him from her position against his chest. “She doesn’t care! Buttercup doesn’t feel any pain. Her Westley is alive, so she’s so happy she could fly! Now stop ruining it!”

“Alright, I’m sorry. Hey…” he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I’m sorry. Thank you for sharing this with me, Buttercup.”

She blinked, her head cocking to the side in an inquisitive display that made him melt. “Buttercup?”

“Yeah. You’re brave and clever and loyal, definitely stubborn, and I have no doubt that you’d push someone down a hill for insulting you if you knew you could get away with it. Plus…” he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips this time, grinning as she gasped lightly. “I’d definitely fight a determined Hispanic swordfighter, a giant, and a conniving Wallace Shawn to keep you safe.”

She giggled, resting her head back on his chest. “Buttercup…I kinda like that.”

Camp Silver Star, Now

Abby quickly settled into her cabin, a cozy wooden building with four sets of bunk beds and large windows that opened onto the woods that surrounded them. Her cabinmates were nice enough, not judging her for her slight British accent, though there were some questions as to why a child with family in the American military had a British accent. However, by the end of the first day as the eight girls shared stories and jokes about their lives. They had all been impressed when they found out that her mum was a famous author, most of the girls recognizing her mother’s penname from their own bookshelves back home, and even more impressed when they found out her uncle and aunt had flown with the near infamous Dagger Squad. Most of the girls in her cabin had family in the Navy, so they were at least semi familiar with stories of the defunct but elite squad of fighter pilots. Her mum had been right, in a way. Being around other children who had family in the military (whether they were currently serving or retired, like her aunt and uncle) was a bonding experience. Plus, it helped that she genuinely liked the other girls. They were friendly and two of them, her bunkmate Isabelle and her friend Max, even wanted to be fighter pilots, just like her.

Abby could feel the sting of homesickness fade with every day that passed. She filed things away in her brain, stories that she wanted to share with her mum when she was able to call her on Phone Home Fridays, activities she wanted to continue once she was back home, jokes she wanted to tell her aunt to see if she could earn a rare smile. She even planned on begging Penny, the owner of the camp, for some of her recipes to take home, because the food was absolutely delicious.

Abby sniffed as the scent of maple and salt hit her nose as the door to the dining cabin was thrown open and her troop strolled inside for breakfast on the first Friday of her visit to camp. Pancakes were apparently a Friday morning tradition at Camp Silver Star, and Abby could feel herself salivating at the very thought. She was about to make a beeline for the breakfast counter when she heard a voice calling her name.

“Abby!” Max pouted. “My braid came undone. Can you help?”

Abby rolled her eyes fondly. Max had extremely curly hair and always complained about it getting in her eyes when they were doing activities, so Abby had started braiding it for her.

“Yes,” she called back, eyeing the long line of campers jealously as she turned her back on the table laden with all her breakfast favourites, just missing a young camper rushing behind her to bypass the line and go straight to the woman manning the tongs.

“Hey Amelia, does the fruit salad have cantaloupe in it? Because I’m allergic,” Charlie stated, holding out her bowl of fruit salad. She’d been so distracted by the delicious smells and the juicy gossip she was sharing with her friends that she had totally missed that very crucial detail.

“Oh shoot! Yeah, it does. Sorry, Charlie. I’ll talk to the cooks about leaving cantaloupe out of the fruit salad. You and another camper are allergic, so that really can’t be happening.”

“Thanks, Amelia. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, and I’ll appreciate not getting yelled at by your dad for letting you go into anaphylactic shock,” Amelia winked and Charlie grinned. She’d known Amelia just as long as she’d known Penny, given that Amelia was Penny’s daughter and she’d been present for all visits and memorials for her stepdad.

“Don’t worry. Your mom still scares him, so he wouldn’t yell. Too much.”

Amelia rolled her eyes playfully. “Thank god for small miracles.”

Charlie waved and walked over to her cabin’s table, not paying any attention to the camper who had just sidled up to the breakfast table.

“Good morning,” Abby chirped happily as Amelia turned away from her to grab a plate. “I have a quick question about your fruit salad, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, kiddo. What’s up?”

“Would there happen to be cantaloupe in your fruit salad? I’m unfortunately allergic.”

Amelia’s brow furrowed as she turned back to face the camper. “I already to — oh!” She blinked as though she was trying to erase a sudden case of double vision. “Oh. A-Abigail, right?” When the camper nodded at her, she giggled nervously. “Yeah. Abigail. Hi. Hi. I’m—I’m Amelia. W-we know about your allergy. You a-and another student—I mean—camper have the same allergy. I…I’m gonna go talk to the cooks right now and make sure they know not to put any more cantaloupe in the fruit salad. Okay?” Amelia rambled, backing up and almost bumping into a cook bringing out a hot tray of bacon. “Oops! Sorry, Ralph! Can you take over for me for a quick second? Thank you!”

Abby was left scratching her head, wondering why the breakfast lady was so jumpy, and particularly curious as to why she could be heard running towards the main office screaming, “MOM!”

Abby and her cabin had spent the morning in the flight simulator, which had only served to cement her desire to be a Navy aviator like her aunt and uncle. She couldn’t wait until later that afternoon, when she could use the computers to video chat with her family back home and tell them all about how she had almost made it to the end of the program without crashing once. Until then, her cabin, Cabin 4, was scheduled with Cabin 7 for horseback riding. And while Abby was an accomplished English rider, she would much rather be joining the queue at the computer building. But, since she couldn’t skip the activity, she lined up with the rest of her cabinmates along the wooden fence that sectioned off the riding ring.

A girl inside the ring was just finishing up her turn on a small course of jumps that had been set up at the opposite end of the ring.

“Way to go, Charlie!” the riding instructor called as the girl, riding a large palomino, trotted back to the entrance of the ring.

“No sweat,” the girl, Charlie, shrugged as she dismounted with ease and patted the horse’s neck. “Champ’s a sweetheart, and that course is nothing compared to the one back home.”

The instructor, Karen, rolled her eyes playfully. “Yes, we shouldn’t expect anything less from the ranch girl from Texas. Would anyone like to try to top Charlie’s time?” she called, looking down the line at the rest of the campers.

“I’ll give it a go,” Abby volunteered, adjusting her helmet and leading her horse, Rosita, towards the gate. “I’m a pretty decent rider.”

“I’m not sure ‘pretty decent’ is going to cut it, but suit yourself,” Charlie retorted as she passed.

“Charlie, be nice!” Karen barked, her eyes scanning over Rosita’s tack to make sure it was properly fitted.

“Sorry, Karen,” Charlie replied in a tone that suggested to Abby that the apology was less than sincere.

Abby rolled her eyes and mounted up, patting Rosita’s chestnut hide as she settled into the saddle.

“Don’t let Charlie get to you, okay?” Karen murmured, tightening the girth of Rosita’s saddle. “She’s a nice kid, just a little…”

“Ostentatious?”

Karen stifled a smile. “You all set?”

Abby nodded, gathering her reins and clicking her tongue. “I’ve got this.”

Charlie smirked as the other camper started off at a trot, but that smirk slowly faded as she and the horse started going through the course with ease, clearing the jumps and obstacles with greater ease than she and Champ had. She was left to scoff as the pair cleared the last jump with ease and cantered back to the starting line, the kids from Cabin 4 cheering her on as Karen announced that she had beat her time by one and a half seconds.

“It’s alright, Charlie. You’ll get her next time,” assured Ryann, her bunkmate, as they led their horses back to the stables to groom them and bed them down for the night.

“It’s probably because she was riding English style,” Charlie grumped. “Everyone knows its easier to jump in English style.”

“That’s not true and you know it,” a posh voice sounded behind them, and Charlie rolled her eyes.

“How would you know? Have you ever tried to ride Western?” Charlie challenged, stepping closer. The girl didn’t back down, clipping her horse onto the tether outside the stall and stepping up to her.

“No. Have you ever tried riding English?”

“No, but—”

“Then you can’t claim that one is easier than the other, can you?”

The other girls from Cabin 4 laughed, and Charlie felt her blood boil. She hated being laughed at. It happened enough at her school back home and she absolutely despised it.

“Yeah, well English riders are usually stuck up rich kids anyway. How much did your mommy and daddy spend to teach you how to ride like that?” she snapped, feeling her face flush with anger and envy.

Abby felt tears pool in her eyes. “I…I mean…”

“Why are the horses just standing around, not being groomed?” Karen questioned as she strolled in from the office, taking in the stiffness between the two girls and the heaviness in the air.

“I…it’s nothing, Karen,” Abby murmured, taking her helmet off and pulling her hair out of its low bun.

“Yeah. We’re fine,” Charlie added on, removing her helmet and allowing her blond hair to cascade over her shoulders, ignoring the gasp of surprise from those around her.

Charlie turned to put her helmet on the shelf at the same time as Abby, their eyes locking with hurt and anger glimmering beneath the matching green seas.

Abby’s eyes blinked in shock and Charlie schooled her features.

“What are you looking at?” she muttered.

“I…I mean, we…”

“You two are practically identical!” Ryann screeched, the horses nickering in surprise.

“You’re dreaming, Ry,” Charlie stepped around her and started brushing down Champ.

“I agree with her,” Abby stated, stepping up to Champ’s other side and meeting her eyes. “If you take away a few cosmetic differences, we look the exact same.”

Charlie shook her head. “You’re imagining things. Or you need to get your eyes checked.”

Abby scoffed and crossed her arms. “I have perfect vision, I’ll have you know. And I’m not imagining things.”

“Well, I think you are!” Charlie dug her heels in. “There’s no way I look like someone as snooty as you!”

Abby crossed her arms. “Well, I don’t particularly want to look like a cornfed hick either, but at least I’m not delusional and denying the situation.”

“What did you just call me?”

“Girls, girls!” Karen appeared at Champ’s head, soothing the now nervous horse. “Take a walk. Both of you. Cool off before you call home. And I don’t want to hear any more negative talk like that. Not in my stables.”

An echo of “yes Karen” bounced off the walls as the girls glared at each other and stalked off with their cabinmates, each set of girls trying to calm down the green eyed blond in their midst.

“Ugh, dad! But you promised!”

Charlie glared at the pixelated likeness of her father’s face. Normally, she would’ve been thrilled to see her dad. He had a kind face that let Charlie know that, even when he was mad or tired or frustrated, he loved her, the crow’s feet at his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks appearing every time he smiled at her. They appeared now as he grinned at her through the computer screen.

“I know I did. But I’m still saying no. And that’s because the only complaint I’ve heard is about this girl,” Jake Seresin chuckled. “Otherwise, you seem to be having a great time. And I know Penny is taking good care of you.”

“Well, yeah…” Charlie muttered. “But she called me a cornfed hick!” She purposefully left out the argument they had about possibly looking alike, because Charlie knew it was not the truth.

“Only after you called her snooty, punk,” Jake shook his head. “I know I’ve taught you not to dish it out if you can’t take it.”

“I know, but…but she’s so infuriating!” Charlie moaned as she sat back in her seat.

“You want me to come down there and handle it, Charlie?” a voice called as a moustachioed man in a Hawaiian shirt crowded into the screen.

“You are not going out there to handle an 11-year-old, dude,” another man appeared on the call.

“It’s fine, Uncle Roo,” Charlie giggled. “Listen to Uncle Javy.”

“Yeah, Uncle Roo, listen to Uncle Javy and get out of here,” Jake parroted, glaring at his best friend.

“Hey, don’t put words in my mouth,” Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado countered, leaning further into view. “You’ve just got to find something you’re better at than her and beat her at it. That’ll teach her.”

“Yeah!” Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw crowed, leaning in on the other side, completely blocking Jake from view. “I’m sure you could hustle her in darts! You and your dad have been beating us since you were big enough to handle sharp objects!”

“Alright, alright, enough!” Jake shoved his way through the two other men and glared at them. “Would you mind giving me a moment alone with my daughter?”

Charlie giggled as her uncles blinked at her, then at her dad, before muttering about rudeness and walking away, waving at her as they clicked the door shut in the distance.

“Sorry about those animals,” Jake joked but Charlie shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. I missed them too.”

“Ah. I see how it is,” he pouted.

“Oh, c’mon, dad. You know I miss you most.”

Jake smiled softly, gazing softly at his little girl. “Yeah, I miss you most too.” He sighed. “Listen, kiddo, I…I wanted to tell you something. I—”

“Alright, girls!” Penny called. “Time to switch and let the next batch of girls have their turn.

“Maybe you can tell me next week?” Charlie suggested as she prepared to log off, her heart panging at the thought of not seeing her dad for another week, but the lack of communication was supposed to simulate not always being able to talk to your family while you’re overseas. Plus, it made things equitable for those who had parents in the military, because they wouldn’t have to hear their cabinmates talking about frequent talks with their folks.

Jake nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess so. Hey, punk?”

“Yeah, dad?”

He grinned. “I love you lots.”

“I love you lots too,” she murmured, feeling herself choke up at the pang of homesickness she felt. “I’ll see you next week, okay?”

“Okay, kiddo. Bye.”

Charlie blinked at the black screen before slowly standing up and walking away, only pausing to glare at Abby as she strolled by and sat in the same cubicle she had just been using.

Her uncles were right. When the time came, she would whoop that prissy girl’s butt in darts, just like her daddy had taught her.

“But mum!” Her Aunt Natasha smothered a chuckle at Abby’s affronted tone. “You and Uncle Bob promised!”

Her mother sighed, pressing her fingers into her eyelids. “I know, love. I’m sorry. But having a small spat with another camper doesn’t mean your uncle can drop everything and come to get you. I’m sorry.”

“But…but…”

“What’s this about, kiddo?” Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace asked from her position next to Abby’s mother. “I know you, you don’t quit on something just because some little bit-ter girl gave you grief.”

Abby giggled weakly at her aunt’s poor attempt at covering the near curse.

“What is it, darling?” her mum leaned closer, close enough for Abby to make out the small buttercup flower tattoo on her clavicle where it peeked out from her neckline. She had seen that tattoo her entire life and it always brought her comfort. She knew from experience that it was the reason her aunt and uncle always called her mum Buttercup.

“She said that I was prissy and snooty and that my mommy and daddy must’ve paid a lot of money for me to be able to ride like I do,” she almost whispered, but she knew from the pain in her mother’s eyes that she had heard her.

“Oh, baby, I…”

“Yeah, no, I was right the first time. What a little bit—”

“Nat!” Buttercup cried, whipping her head around to stare at her best friend. “Not helping!”

“What? You want me to just sit here while someone insults our girl?”

“Yes, I want you to sit there and let me handle it!”

Nat rolled her eyes and stood, half disappearing from frame. “Well, in that case, I’m just gonna go. Bye, kiddo.”

“Bye Auntie Nat,” Abby called at her aunt’s retreating back.

Buttercup sighed again, rubbing her eyes. “Sorry, baby. I know that talking about your father is a sensitive subject—”

“Yes, because I don’t know anything about him!”

“I…I know,” Buttercup murmured, leaning in closer to the screen. “And I know we should’ve had a conversation about him a long time ago, but…”

Abby’s shoulders heaved and she leaned in close too. “I know. I’m sorry, mum.”

Buttercup smiled softly. “My sweet girl…you have nothing to be sorry about. I…I’ll tell you what. We’ll have a girl’s day when you get back and we’ll have that conversation.”

“You promise?”

“I swear.”

“Thank you, mum.”

Buttercup smiled at her through the screen. “You shouldn’t have to thank me for having a much-needed conversation with my growing daughter. And in the meantime, please just ignore this girl. I’m afraid that engaging in more competition with this girl will escalate the situation beyond either of your control.”

“But mum!”

“Just ignore her. She’s probably taking something wrong in her life out on you.”

“So, you want me to be the bigger person?”

“I know it’s not fair, but yes. I know you have the same competitive spirit as your uncle and Nat, and that you need that competitive spirit to make it at the Naval Academy and at Top Gun, but right now you’re just a kid. So, please, just let it go.”

“Mum, I—”

“Alright, girls! Say goodbye and let the next group have a chance!” Penny called.

“Abby, promise me.”

“Bye mum! Love you!”

Buttercup sighed before smiling. “I love you too, sweetheart. Take care.”

Abby smiled, feeling a small pang of loneliness as she looked at her mother’s kind face. “I’ll see you soon, mum,” she murmured before closing the tab and sighing. She had been feeling so much better about being away from home, but seeing her mother’s face made the longing for home rush back. Home was her mom, her uncle, and her Aunt Nat, where everyone understood her and nobody questioned her small, odd family. Home was not Camp Silver Star, where a girl who looked just like her gave her attitude and made her think about a huge part of her life that was missing.

“Sorry, mum,” she whispered to herself. She loved her mom and often took her advice, but not this time. She could not in good conscience just ignore this girl. That’s not how she operated. So she would find a way to put this Charlie girl in her place, whether her mother liked it or not.

While the other campers were making their phone calls home, the kids who had already made their calls or were waiting to call got to hang out in the games cabin. It was full of a mix of old and new arcade games, an air hockey table, board games, a couple of pool tables, and a dart board.

When Abby arrived at the games cabin, she immediately spotted Charlie and her friends standing at the dart board and an idea sparked in Abby’s brain. She was decent at darts, her aunt and uncle had made sure of it, and she was good at bluffing. Perhaps this was something that she could beat Charlie at.

Rolling her shoulders back, she strode over to the small group of girls and cleared her throat.

“I’ll play winner,” she declared, staring Charlie down.

The other blond smirked and nodded. “Done deal,” she chuckled and threw a dart, not daring to break eye contact.

Abby turned at the sound of cheers and gasps, and saw the dart sticking directly in the bullseye, her heart sinking at the sight. She was, in fact, decent at darts, but clearly Charlie was more than decent. This would be more difficult than she thought.

“And that—” Charlie let the dart fly and smirked in triumph. “Is game.”

Abby sighed but something occurred to her as Charlie’s friends surrounded her for a congratulatory hug.

“I guess that makes us tied!” she called over the din, causing it to silence immediately as Charlie turned to her.

“What are you talking about? I beat you.”

“Yeah,” Abby agreed. “At darts. But I beat you in the riding ring. So that makes us tied.”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “That doesn’t count. I beat you fair and square.”

“If you insist…I suppose that means you’re too scared to face me at billiards.”

Charlie froze, a scowl marring her eerily familiar features. “I’m not scared.”

“Prove it,” Abby stepped up to her, gesturing to one of the empty pool tables. “Winner can even break.”

“Fine,” Charlie muttered through gritted teeth. At least she knew she was a champ at pool too. She had been playing with her dad and uncles since she was tall enough to reach the tabletop. However, she gulped as she watched Abby expertly rack the balls and chalk her cue, maybe it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Eight ball, corner pocket!” Abby crowed as the ball sunk neatly into the net.

Charlie groaned, leaning on her pool cue. They had been pretty evenly matched up until one of Charlie’s stripes had ricocheted wrong and sunk one of Abby’s solids. After that, Abby had proceeded to sink every one of her balls neatly, ending with the solid black eight ball. Charlie had never seen anything like it, not even when her dad was playing against Javy and Rooster.

Abby approached her, her hand outstretched with a small, taunting grin gracing her face. “Good match. I believe that makes us 2-1.”

Charlie smacked her hand away as a bolt of frustration tore through her. “I told you! Your little stunt while riding didn’t count! Besides, even if it did count, Rosita did all the hard work anyway!”

“Then I suppose it was Champ who did all the hard work while you were riding the course!”

“That’s not true and you know it! I’ve spent my entire life on the back of a horse! You’re only a half decent rider because your mommy and daddy paid for you to be.”

Abby fought back the tears that almost always automatically pooled in her eyes at the mention of her parents. “Stop. Saying. That. You don’t know the first thing about me!”

“Or. What? You gonna sic your mommy and daddy on me?”

The two girls were nose to nose, their friends and fellow campers huddled around them in a circle, anxious to see exactly what was going to happen.

“Ahh!” Abby’s cry was sharp and painfilled as she pushed Charlie away from her, but Charlie had been working on her father’s ranch since before she could walk and she wasn’t so easily swayed.

“That’s it!” She grabbed for Abby, but before she could make contact, she felt a firm hand grip her arm and looked up to see Penny standing above them, holding the two of them apart as her nostrils flared.

“I will not tolerate any fighting in this camp,” she stated stonily, glaring between Charlie and Abby. “And from what I’ve heard, the two of you have been at each other’s throats all day.”

“W-what are you going to do with us?” Abby murmured, her eyes heavy with fear.

“Send us home?” Charlie tacked on hopefully.

Penny sighed heavily. “No. The two of you will be assisting with extra chores around the camp instead of participating in group activities for two weeks. And…you will be removed from your cabins and placed into a smaller cabin. Together.”

Charlie gasped. “You can’t—”

“And you will be there for the rest of your stay. Together. Amelia will come get you for your meals and escort you to the dining hall, where you will be allowed to sit with your friends. Other than that, you will be living together, cleaning together, and working together until you two can figure out how to get along.”

“Mrs. Mitchell—”

“Aunt Penny—”

“My decision is final. You have ten minutes to grab all your belongings and to meet me by the trail head. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mitchell.”

“Yes, Aunt Penny.”

“Good. You are dismissed.”

Penny sighed as she sat at her desk, her small office only lit by her desk lamp and the faint hint of moonlight trickling in from the window. It had been a long day. Between Amelia hunting her down and explaining that there were a pair of doppelgängers at camp, Karen’s report about a verbal altercation during riding practice, and one of her younger campers running to tell her about two girls getting into an argument in the games cabin, she knew she deserved the small glass of whiskey she was currently sipping on. The campers were safe, the security systems were set, and Amelia had opted to sleep close to the smaller cabin where her two problem campers were now housed, claiming that she’d be able to step in before any blood was shed if the two girls went at it again.

Penny sighed again, rolling her neck before looking at the photo frame she had on her desk.

“I don’t know, Mav,” she whispered to the portrait of her late husband, dressed in his military whites as he waited for her to come down the aisle. “Maybe inviting Charlie and Abby here at the same time was a mistake.” She laughed quietly before taking another sip of her drink. “I know, I know. You would’ve wanted me to invite them the second I opened this place, but I wanted to have a year or two experience before I tried to do…this.” She shook her head. “They’re just so angry at each other. And at themselves. God, they remind me so much of Amelia after I split from her dad. But at least she was old enough to understand. And I wasn’t hiding a whole sibling from her either.” Penny drained her glass and leaned in close to the picture. “I know. You’re right. It’s my duty to try to fix this…the way you wanted to before you died.” Penny sighed shakily and wiped her eyes. “I miss you, Mav. I know you would’ve known how to bring Charlie and Abby together if you were here. I’ll do my best. I love you.”

With that, Penny pressed a light kiss to the glass of the frame, thousands of lip prints providing proof of her nightly ritual, and stood to stretch before heading off to bed, her head swimming with different ideas on how to bring the two girls together.

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salty-croissants · 6 months

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I’m literally in love with your stuff. Can you maybe to Bullfrog and Rayman with an autistic reader?

Thank you for the request !

I’m so happy you’ve been enjoying my writings , it really means a lot ❤️

I gotta say I was a bit worried about not doing this one right … I did put a few things that I personally find relatable as someone who is autistic myself , thought it would be nice to include is all , I hope this works !

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed

Bullfrog 💚

So , this frog man ? He loves you unconditionally , and he just really wants you to know that he will always accept you and your unique traits , even when you feel insecure about them …

< I … I don’t know , Bullfrog … sometimes I just feel like all I’m doing is being a burden to y - >

< Non . Don’t even finish that .

You’re the most wonderful person I have ever met , y/n , and there isn’t a single day in which I’m not thankful for having you in my life . >

< Really … ? >

< Oui , mon amour . I long for nothing more than being with you . >

< *sniff* >

< Oh - Are you alright ? I’m so sorry , I didn’t mean to make you cry - >

< Heh … it’s okay … I’m just really happy .

I love you so much ~ >

Bullfrog loves listening to you enthusiastically going on and on about something you’re passionate about , especially when he’s not having a good day :

just hearing the sound of your voice is so , so very comforting to him … if he could he would sit beside you for days , his attention reserved for you and you alone .

< … and what’s even more awesome is that there is actually a really subtle easter egg hidden in the background which changes the entire narrative for that charact -

… wait , how long have I been … ? >

< That is very interesting my dear !

Please keep going , j'adore le son de ta voix ~ >

< Aww - >

Your adorable expressions when he showers you with compliments …

Bullfrog can’t even begin to describe how happy they make him ://)

If being around people gets too overwhelming , Bullfrog is quick to pick up on that and he’ll immediately get you someplace more quiet , willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you’re comfortable and safe …

< Is this really okay ? I’m so sorry , it’s just … it was so crowded and loud in there , and I … >

< Mon cher , there is no reason for you to be sorry … let’s just stay here for now , then if you wish to try and go back in we can do that , or we can always go back home : I assure you , you’ve already done more than enough tonight … I am very proud of you , and you should be too . >

And if one day something starts making you very , very anxious ?

Well , no matter what the reason is and no matter how small it might be Bullfrog is going to stay close to you to help you out in whatever way he can .

< I’m so sorry for making you put up with me like this … you already have so much to take care of , and this … is just dumb . >

< y/n , ce n'est pas te supporter , you know that .

I want to be there for you , the same way you’re always there for me …

I promise you , we can find a way out of this , you don’t have to deal with it on your own . >

< Thank you so much , Bullfrog … you’re amazing ~ >

< Ce serait toi , my dear … I’m truly blessed to have you by my side ~ >

Rayman 🧡

Saying that you mean a lot to this man would be an understatement …

You mean absolutely everything to him , so you better believe that Rayman will always be careful about all the things that could potentially make you uncomfortable , remembering them all very accurately .

< Here sweetie , hold my hand for a moment … >

< Oh - okay , but why ? >

< We’re gonna need to pass through that crowd over there , it should be quick but I don’t want you to get overwhelmed by having many people and loud noises all around , so let’s just stay close until we get through … >

< Thanks Ray … just … don’t let go , please . >

< I would never . >

All the effort Rayman puts into making you feel as comfortable as possible no matter where the two of you are … it never fails to warm your heart .

If anyone even remotely says something mean spirited about you …

Ohh boy , he’s not going to let it slide .

< Uh , excuse me ? WHAT was that about my partner ? >

< Ray , honey , it’s okay … >

Yeah , Rayman is definitely very protective of you , and he will defend you with no hesitation if anyone dares to try and make you feel inadequate in any way .

Rayman loves listening to you talk about whatever topics come to your mind while he’s working …

It actually helps him focus quite a lot , and he really never gets bored of seeing how happy you look when info dumping about something you’re passionate about .

You’re just so pretty ! He can’t get over it …

If you tend to lose focus to the point of forgetting to take care of yourself , Rayman has got you covered : he makes sure to remind you to eat and drink water often , even leaving little notes in places where he knows you’ll find them …

“Important : remember to eat today ! <3”

“If you’re reading this … get a glass of water !”

His devotion to you is nothing less than adorable … but then again , you’re the person he cares about most , the one that showed him kindness without asking for anything in return , so now ?

Rayman deems it only fair to repay that kindness in his own way .

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berrieluv · 2 years

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Matt Murdock and younger!reader. cw. bimbo reader because why not? we're fulfilling my dream of being a white man's stupid hoe. this is pure fluff, honestly, just a bit of angst in a cut but quickly resolved. also mentions of sex. this is boring but I'm sorry I really need love and affection.

Matt looked at you and blinked a few times, it was a wonder for him how you had no filter when it came to things.

"But you can't be blind" You told him, a few dates later into your relationship. He was amused on how you didn't catch the man you were dating was blind. Yes, he knew he managed life pretty well with all his senses "I saw you fighting against those men at the bar who were saying nasty things to me... And you won!"

You say, as if it was unbelievable, which he knew it kinda was. It wasn't everyday that a blind man fights five men and wins.

"Plus, you being blind is so sad" You pout, and he frowns at your words "You can't see how pretty you are..." You close your mouth a little and then your eyes open wide; "You can't see how pretty I am!"

You panicked and Matt chuckled, sensing your concern in the atmosphere.

"Oh" He starts, soft voice and taking your hand in his "I know how pretty you are" You smile "I can tell"

"How? You can't see me" You pouted "And I don't mean 'your personality is nice' type of pretty, Matt" You look at him and get closer, he can feel your breathing in his face "I really am pretty. Like, you should see me..."

"I believe you"

"But like..." You make a smirk "Like are you really blind? Or you... Is like partially blind? Like would you get your vision back? Or you just have to live like that?"

"I've been blind most of my life. Since I was a kid, actually"

"So... you never got to see Reese Whiterspoon in Legally Blonde?"

"Not one of my biggest concerns but no, I didn't"

"But it's a film of cult!" You said "If I describe it to you, would you watch it?"

"Only for you"

You chuckle, knowing Matt is in a chokehold because of you. It haven't been long since the both of you started dating, but it was, however, a surprise for almost everyone that you even started dating.

When his best friend made a joke about Matt being blind, you legit thought he meant the kind of blind people always call men... you never thought of it in a literal way.

"You're so wrapped around my little finger, it's embarrassing" You smile "And you can't even see how pretty I am" You gasp "I'll be walking you like a dog if you could see my beauty"

Matt drops a loud laugh, because from all the people in the world, he seemed to have find the only one who could make his blindness about themselves. And it didn't bother him, he was happy that you were able to treat him as a normal person. And if he thinks about it long enough, he was treated like a 'complete' man, for long enough, before you found out he couldn't see.

Suddenly, you 'wow' "That's why you're always wearing those ugly glasses!"

"Matthew Murcock"

You yell while entering his office and Foggy looks at Matt at the sudden change of his name.

"I have no idea where she got that from" He says, smiling.

That was the day after the first time you ever had sex, when opened the door you look at Foggy, then at Matt and pout, completely forgetting he couldn't see you.

"Foggy, get out"

Matt says and you smile, walking to him as fast as Foggy leaves the office. You kneel in front of him and rest your head in his thigh; fuck you were needing him.

"Baby, you know we can't do that stuff around here. It's my office, baby" He smiles.

"You wouldn't say the same if you knew how pretty I look"

"Oh, I just know you look fucking pretty" He says, taking your body and sitting you on his lap "You wore a skirt and everything" You nod "I guess I can put my fingers inside if you like"

You nod desperately and open your legs, Matt only laughs at your neediness and starts to work.

"Mattheeeeeew"

You cry as you reach him in his bedroom, he was calm and breathing slowly, his chest going up and down and unconsciously flexing his muscles. He opened his eyes as soon as he heard you entered his flat.

"Yes, dear?" He asks, peacefully, ignoring the tone of your voice that adverts you're looking forward to create drama.

"Why didn't you call me?" He lets out a groan when you sit on top of his naked torso and put your hands on his chest "I let a sticky-note asking for you to call me as soon as you were back" You pouted.

"Darling..." He starts, calmly "How am I suppose to see that?"

"What do you mean 'how'... with your eyes, Matth–" You pout "I see..." He chuckles and you shake your head "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it"

"It's fine, pretty girl"

"But I'm always so reckless" You cry, letting your head fall into his pectorals "I'm reminding you all the time that you can't see"

"It's not like I can forget it, my love"

"Yeah, you're right"

You chuckle in his chest and he feels his shorts getting a little tighter. He doesn't want to point it out, how could he when you're sharing such an intimate and cute moment. And he was sure you wouldn't notice, hell, if she didn't notice I was blind, how would she notice an erection; was what he thought the first time you gave him a boner. And what he seems to remember every time now that you give him one by accident.

The first time ever you and Matthew have a fight it's complicated. You believe he was on edge before you and him got together that day, he arrived to your department a bit more serious. This time there wasn't a kiss, or a hug, or a single word.

You were yourself at the gala he asked you a few weeks ago to go with him, but it seemed like it wasn't someone he wanted you to be. He pressed tighter your arm every time you joked, but you took that as an action he was making to decease his worries, never could you think it was because of you, since your personality was never a problem.

"What is your fucking problem?" He asked, storming into his flat, his steps were heavy and loud and you just looked at him, shyly, the first time ever you felt shy around Matt. "You couldn't just act like a mature person, couldn't you? You have to let out your childish annoying personality in one of the most important nights of my career"

"I'm sorry"

You say, with a small voice, almost afraid to ask.

"Yeah" He says, finding himself the glass and the wine he always leave in the same place, to pour himself one. "You're always fucking sorry but I never see you change anything about yourself" He hears the glass breaking into the floor and he frowns, looking directly at where he sensed you. "Did you fucking moved the glass?"

You were scared to say yes, not at Matt, you couldn't be scared of him, but now, you weren't feeling him as your Matt.

"You always do this, why do I even bother having a house if you're gonna do whatever the fuck you want with MY stuff" He walks to the room and you follow him, silent, fidgeting your fingers "I would have chose any other woman if I knew you were going to act like a fucking child!"

You feel your eyes watering and you look at him, finally saying, with a small broken voice; "Why are you talking to me like this?"

Before Matt could answer with another mean comment, he smell your tears falling on your cheeks and he felt bad. Because it wasn't your fault he has been on edge all day. Because he knew you were younger than him and it never seemed to be a problem until one of the lawyers pointed out how young and pretty you were to date someone like him.

How could you ever please her if you're blind.

"Baby... love... I'm so sorry" He says, pressing his fists against his eyes and then opening his arms "I'm so sorry, you don't, you don't deserve this. I'm– I've been better than this, you deserve better than this, my darling love, I'm an asshole"

"You are" You slowly say, letting him wrap his arms around your body "But I like you anyways"

"And I'm so lucky for that"

You nod, knowing he was in fact lucky you pulled out with this shit and you didn't leave the room immediately.

"You were being mean"

"I know, I know" He says, holding you closer to him and letting your body and his fall into the mattress. "I was just so mean to my pretty girl"

And since that, Matt made sure everything that could involve you in a fight was gone. Of course, you had the typical arguments a couple has, but you never kept them for too long. You were way too distracted and it wasn't like he wanted to keep the fight going. Not when you looked so pretty.

The first time he ever saw you mad, was so ridiculously cute, you always got mad about the bloody same thing, and Matthew couldn't take you seriously anymore.

"Why are you so f-stubborn?" You stop yourself at the curse word, and Matt smiled, knowing you're not one to curse. You were organizing both of your clothes in the closet "I always tell you the clothes go ordered by color, Matt" You cry and throw one of his shirt at him.

"Princess..." He starts, that's the pet name he choose to call you when he was about to correct something you said "How am I supposed to know that green and red are not the same?"

You're ready to yell at him again until it hits you, he can't really know. "It's imposible to get mad at you"

You pout, and he opens his arms while laughing. "C'mon, my pretty dumb girl"

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock smut #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x you

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coolnameloading · 3 months

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Lute x Fem! Reader Part 2

Part 2 of Lute x Sinner Reader story yaaaay

Over the last few months, the hotel has been in what you can only describe as organized chaos. The hotel gained a new resident in Sir Pentious who was a spy for the Vee’s and then wasn’t or something. Charlie reassured you constantly that Pentious was not working for the Vee’s anymore and you had nothing to worry about.

But those sick fucks have been chasing you for longer than any of the other overlords so you’d rather be more safe than sorry.

After that particular event, you started to feel less safe in the hotel.

You heard Vox, he tried to infiltrate the only place where you’ve felt safe since you got to the literal hell hole and he tried to send in a fucking spy who Charlie just let walk in instantly after he had attacked the hotel twice.

Who knows what would have happened to you….all of you if Angel Dust hadn’t seen him planting those stupid cameras?

You love Charlie, she’s nice and she gave you a place to stay. Being mad at her is like being mad at a puppy but all you could keep thinking about for the rest of the month was wondering if Vox saw you.

If the Vee’s know where you are.

If they’ll come looking for you.

What they might do to you if they do catch you.

You had a close call with Velvette one time and one time was enough for the rest of your afterlife. Bitch tried to color-match your fucking fur! You’re pretty sure the only reason you got away was because she was drunk off her British ass.

Vaggie could tell right away that there was something wrong with you and tried to reassure you.

“He didn’t see you Chesh”

She whispered approaching you slowly.

“You don’t know that boss! What if he did? He could be on his way right now with the other two and he already beat the radio demon once! I need to lea-”

Vaggie cut off your rant by placing her hand on your shoulder gently and pushing you down to sit on the couch.

“Charlie and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We promised when you started staying here that we’d keep you safe and we will. You don’t need to run.”

“Thanks, boss… I’m sorry for freaking out. It just really shook me up, I guess.”

You mumbled out, blushing at how pathetic you sound.

You may not remember much about your life but you’re pretty sure you died sometime in your 20’s. Yet here you are whimpering pathetically and having to get comforted over a fucking video camera.

After that incident you became more jumpy, every sound put you on edge, and it was worse whenever you were around any form of technology that didn’t look like it was from before the 1980s.

The others tried their best to calm you down in their own ways. Angel Dust started leaving his phone in his room because you’d flinch every time he got a text or phone call from Valentino.

“Don’t make a big deal outa it, he was annoying me too.”

Husk would keep your favorite booze on standby at all times, when you’d thank him he’d simply grin at you and say,

“Us feline demons got to stick together.”

Alastor was happy to throw out any and every piece of technology that would make you tense up even slightly, which included most of Pentious’ weapons and very nearly his airship.

He obviously wasn’t doing it for you but it still felt nice.

“Don’t worry my friend! I’ll happily get rid of these infernal contraptions! I’ve always believed they lacked class anyway.”

Pentious recognized his part in your new-found anxiety and tried to gain your trust by handing his machines to Alastor with many, many, many tears.

“I am more than happy to…give up my arsenal as an apology for invading your persssssonal boundariessss.” He’d hissed out while trying to hold his tears back.

You couldn’t really be mad at him after that.

Nifty even volunteered to go out and ‘hunt phones’ for you.

You said no but that didn’t stop her from bringing you the….remains of some people’s phones.

“Sometimes I kill mother phones in front of their children as a warning to the other phones!”

“Niffty phones don’t have mothers.”

“Hehe, not anymore…”

Charlie was actually very happy to see how the others stepped in to help you and she was very proud of them even if their methods were…unorthodox.

But that lead her into a spiral. She was desperately trying to figure out why the hotel wasn’t working even though everybody showed considerable improvement.

This leads to her talking with her dad, which somehow leads to you being here in heaven.

“Um, boss why exactly am I here?”

You ask Vaggie nervously, glancing around at the pastel clouds around you. God you haven’t seen pastels in years.

Vaggie looks over at you and sighs, “Well Charlie figured you wouldn’t want to go out with the others and you wouldn’t like to stay in the hotel alone so this was the best option.”

You nod, understanding her point but on the other hand.

“And the…exorcists?”

Vaggie’s shoulders tense for a moment before she looks away from you and mumbles, “I have a feeling they won’t do anything even if we do run into them.”

You want to ask more questions but decide against it, today was stressful enough as it is without you asking stupid questions.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

You whisper following behind Vaggie and Charlie as they enter the gates of heaven after another fucking song.

Is it just you? Are you the weird one? Should you be singing more often?

The three of you follow behind the two seraphim, Emily and Sera, while they give you a tour of heaven. Charlie looks completely enamored by the place but Vaggie looks annoyed, as if the pastel clouds had offended her personally.

And you…well honestly you feel a little underwhelmed.

Heaven looks like a glorified mall so far, a mall with strippers because there are way more people walking around shirtless than you thought there would be.

So you keep trailing behind Vaggie, Charlie, and the angels when you see someone who looks familiar.

She’s a cat demon like you, same color pallet and everything, except she seems much shorter and has a pair of pastel-blue angel wings coming out of her back.

You end up drifting away from the group and start following the small cat angel through the crowds.

Eventually, you get close enough to reach out and tap her but when you’re about to get her attention you feel a firm hand on your shoulder and you get pulled away roughly and pinned to one of the walls.

You’re completely disoriented for a moment and then you hear a familiar annoying voice.

“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in.”

You look up to see Adam and Lute, Adam has a wide smirk on his face and Lute looks….wow.

She’s not wearing her helmet so this time you get to admire her completely.

You’d probably be happier about her pinning you to a wall if she wasn’t also holding a giant spear to your neck.

Then again…-

Yeah, it’s still pretty hot.

#fanfic #lute x reader #hazbin chaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #hazbin husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin lute #hazbin niffty #hazbin sir pentious #x reader #hazbin vaggie

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fearful-quartet · 16 days

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So I've been listening to The Magnus Protocol, and managed to get my dad into TMA last year so he's now listening to Mag Protocol too. So last night we were listening in the car to the latest statement, and I was half-jokingly saying which fear the statement sounded like mostly, to which my dad starts talking about how he doesn't think these statements and the O.A.I.R are connected to the Fears at all. I'm gonna try to put a cut for anyone not caught up but here's how this led to a theory of mine:

So Lena said to Gwen that there's good and bad forces that need to be balanced, but she never said which side of that the O.A.I.R. is part of, if any. I was noting this when it hit me.

Every single Magnus Protocol Statement so far has been about misfortune coming around due to perceived fortune or a fortunate opportunity becoming misfortune.

Let's break this down ep by ep so you see what I mean.

Episode One: It's a little hard to figure out what the fortune is to the misfortune, especially since it's mostly getting us used to the characters and the overall setup of the show, but for the first statement I think it's not the statement giver, but the husband. Harriet (the one emailing) says he sounded excited in an unsettling way (I am assuming the "he" she is talking about is her husband since she doesn't mention anyone else). When she meets him, or what has him, she describes that he laughed and laughed. Her misfortune was his fortune, his joy.

The second statement in that episode of course is about the Institute, but by way of a bunch of spelunkers looking for something intriguing to discuss. I haven't quite figured out the connection here but I am sure there is one, even if it's through the characters (aka Sam) finding something within it.

Two: A lot easier to connect to this. Daria is finding joy through getting this tattoo that allows her to change how she looks and alter her appearance immensely (and grotesquely). Enough said.

Three: This statement is one that overall I just don't understand tbh, but I think it shows the opposite? As in the victim is experiencing fear and discomfort the entire time, but towards the end you'll notice he gets much more happy and calm about the situation.

Four: This is again easy, it's about a violin that needs blood but will give you amazing talent if you pay that price, and horrible bloodshed if you don't. Self-explanatory.

Five: The guy is trying to make a living off watching and reviewing horror movies, gets excited at a live showing of one just for him, then realizes it's not what it seems and posts everyone should see it. Easy enough. (Very Grifter's Bone in energy)

Six: The introduction to infamous new tumblr sexyman, Needles. I shouldn't have to spell out how he gets pleasure from others in pain by needles.

Seven: All I gotta say is it's "all for a good cause" and you should get the picture.

Eight: Utilizes that uncanny fear of false hospitality if you ask me, but either way this statement is clearly taking something associated often as comforting and twisting it.

Nine: The dice literally affect fortune and misfortune and likely make the statement giver into the embodiment of fortune. 'Nuff said.

Ten: Bonzo needs no explanation for this in his introductory episode so let's move on.

Eleven: This one goes more into obsession territory than anything, which is another running theme of the show and another theory, but it also talks about how the sea brings comfort so that could be part of it. (Also I noticed the sneaky possibly Dr. David reference in there lol)

Twelve: Now I know what you're gonna say, "How is this one connected to fortune at all, Cal? It's about some woman being traumatized at a strip club!" Well think about this: what if it wasn't supposed to end in Bonzo? Gwen gave Bonzo an "assignment," didn't she? And Lena pretty much outright says that this statement was that assignment. So it's possible this is what happened after stopping the initial outcome.

Thirteen: The latest episode as of typing this, and the most clear with evidence. The man literally gains a fortune from his own misfortune, so ya know it's right there.

So every statement is a good thing turned bad or a bad thing turned good. So what? Magnus Archives had plenty of statements similarly framed, so why am I focusing on it here?

Because what is the tagline for Magnus Protocol again?

Fear takes many forms.

#the magnus archives #the magnus protocol #magpod #tmagp #tmagp spoilers #tmagp theory #alexander j newall #jonny sims #tmagp needles #tmagp mr bonzo #magnus archives #the magnus institute #podcast stuff #the magnus pod #magnus protocol #someone please tell me I'm not crazy #cause i swear im onto something here #we'll see i guess #but if im right im coming back to this and saying i told you so

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Azriel x Elain Bonus Chapter vs. Nesta x Cassian Bonus Chapter

Hello friends! What a lovely day for another text based side by side comparison. Today we are focusing on the parallels between Nesta and Cassian in their bonus chapter and Azriel and Elain in Az's bonus chapter.

The Nesta and Cassian bonus chapter has been published by Bloomsbury and easily found with a quick google search! It is called Wings and Embers.

This is in response to a comment I received on my TikTok video where I shared the same slides as my previous post comparing Mor and Az to Elain and Az, which is that Azriel only lusts after Elain. I could write a dissertation on the depth and slow development of their friendship and deep connection (Azriel staying up until three am listening to her plans for the garden, Azriel body checking Feyre out of the way so he could be the first to wish Elain a Happy Solstice, Azriel helping her with those cute potatoes and setting the table for dinner, his shadows preparing to strike when Elain's character is insulted and called boring [lol it's almost as if Sarah hears the negative things readers say about a character she loves] and so on.) but the easiest way to tackle the *lust* issue is to take a peek at the bonus chapters side by side.

Wings and Embers:

That is a h*rny man. Violently h*rny.

Nesta, in response to her own h*rniness, literally thinks Cassian has used faerie magic on her to make her feel things. Teehee. Cassian is also worried over how insane he is acting, how making a move on Nesta could disrupt the delicate balance of the inner circle.

There are reasons to not move forward with this mutual pull they feel to literally rip each other's clothes off in that exact moment, and it ends without them giving in to the desire to kiss.

Now let's compare to Azriel and Elain:

Breath catching, hands shaking, secret gifts exchanged in the dead of night.

They are going farther than they have ever gone after more than a year of brushing fingers and exchanging looks.

He is having some steamy thoughts, and her arousal drifts up to him. It is 100% mutual!

Both bat boys are described in their respective bonus chapters as thinking it was wrong or stupid to be making a move on one of the Archeron sisters, and not caring:

And both are described as being willing to beg on their knees:

I think what we are seeing here is an indication of the theme and tone for the upcoming romance. Cassian and Nesta are fiery fighters, with a million reasons why they should avoid their feelings. Azriel and Elain are full of quiet dreaming and angst and pining, with a million obstacles in their way.

But every character, in their own way, is struggling to control their desire.

Ultimately, bonus chapters are just that: bonuses. You don't have to read Cassian and Nesta's bonus to get an understanding of the relationship between them and the tone of their romance, nor is a bonus needed to understand the dynamic between Azriel and Elain.

I love Gwyn and am not discounting her presence in the bonus, of course I think most of us on the Elriel side simply perceive it is an additional show of her hidden powers. I am NOT team evil Gwyn, but we have already seen Koschei use Eris to lure Cassian and Azriel near to the crown to gain control over them. If Gwyn does have hidden lightsinger powers and she were to be put under the control of the Crown, she is a perfect character for Koschei to get his hands on as well to be used for luring purposes. This is reflected outside of the bonus chapters as well, with Nesta's powers having a reaction to Gwyn. It is not only seen in the BC, it's an *extra* moment. Gwyn is going to play a role in something, I have no doubt!

Gwyn also was in proximity to a piece of the cauldron for many years of her life, and only characters who are made or bearing made objects (Nesta and Azriel) are having these reactions to her. I think that will prove relevant.

I hope you all enjoy, and happy waiting patiently (or impatiently) for the book announcement!

#elriel #pro elain #pro elain archeron #elain x azriel #elriel endgame #elriel supremacy

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yourgentlegirlfriend · 9 months

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Soul tied

Hi my babies! New series i am writing and i hope you guys like it i’m super excited to see what you guys think!!

DISCLAIMER!! this is 18+ ONLY, please do not interact with my blog if you are underaged or don’t have age indicator in your bio!! thank you!!

Word count: 1,760

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New assignments were constantly draining. Your job was just draining.

Working for the government was never easy and being as young as you are in your field, your work was always downplayed.

Though you always stayed up late doing paperwork, your messy apartment constantly smelled of coffee. You were always waiting for a new assignment but they never gave you anything. You worked your ass off to prove you’re not just some rookie, years and years of training and physical torture but they refuse to send you anywhere.

You were called to Raccoon City during the aftermath, the mask clinging to your face as you glanced across the literal ash that used to be a big corporate ran city. Having to sign off and confirm death reports put you in the biggest depression of your life but you couldn’t argue, it was your job.

The so called victims of it all worked for separate agencies, having to sign off on their paperwork and confirm they were alive wasn’t easy. Jill Valentine went missing for a while, not by choice but she definitely was ridden by trauma and you couldn’t blame the woman. The second day you came by to check on her she had a note posted on the door

“Alive and well, thanks. -J.V”

And that was enough for you. The one person you couldn’t get a hold of.. Leon Kennedy. Calling everybody you could nobody knew where the boy was. You put the phone back down onto your desk, sighing as you looked at his paperwork, he looked young, with puppy dog eyes and scrapes all over. Where could he have run off to? When it was time to turn in everybody’s paperwork, you had put a bunch of them in separate files but of course, Leons was empty and your boss was not happy but what were you supposed to do? Your boss clicked at his pen a few times before he nodded and sighed

“Right.. he’s training”

He mumbled as he scribbled out Leon’s name on his paper, your eyebrows frowned as you laid the papers down. You may have been nosy but oh well, you cleared your throat, his eyes fixating up to you.

“Training for what?”

Your training took you almost four years. Directly out of high school and even getting into the program alone was another year. It made you feel like you were in the wrong profession. Your dad was a cop, your mom a teacher. So by birth you were set up for two jobs, either working for the police department under your fathers legacy or teaching and you were never the smartest in the family and your mom knew that.

When your parents found out you got a job in the government they were more than happy, how could they not be? They didn't know exact details such as you being employed for the DSO, or how you have seen bodies of things you can’t even describe. You were under oath, and you worked your ass off for them.

“Mission training.”

“What?”

You’re kidding.

“He’s new to the agency and he was already assigned a mission that’s not fair-“

“Are we done here? You don’t get to ask questions for now, you're just an assistant.”

The words that shouldn’t have hurt you as badly as they did. It didn’t matter though, maybe he was right.

All the paperwork you stayed up doing for Raccoon City, when you should’ve been sleeping. The heavy bags under your eyes, the tears, the stress and you thought it would never end, and it didn’t.

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To many years later.

The sound of your air conditioner turning on made your head rise from your pillow. You don’t even remember falling asleep. Your apartment was a mess as it usually was, paperwork scattered all over your desk and your bed barely made.

A yawn leaves your lips as you stretch, rubbing your eyes. Your feet come up off the floor when your skin realizes just how cold the wood tiles are. The rain hits your window making your eyes fixated on the dark window. What time was it?

Your finger presses at your answering machine, 25 missed calls?

“Call me back, where are you?”

“Call me when you can”

“Fuck..”

You mumbled, grabbing your phone off your desk, quickly dialing your work office number. Being immediately transferred made your heart race faster, your boss’ sigh making you bite at your nails.

“You want an assignment so bad? I got one for you, but you can’t bitch to me about it in five months.”

Your eyebrows frowned as a slight smile tugged at your lips, an assignment for you? The line was silent for a few seconds before your voice filled the void.

“Anything.”

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Anything.

You wish you could go back in time and just go back to sleep.

Instead you stood in the doorway of your boss’ office, arms crossing as you stared at the back of the head of some dirty blonde man in a black long sleeve.

A scoff left your lips as you pulled out the chair beside him, sitting down next to the man. Who you have never met in person but god, did he have a reputation.

Leon Scott Kennedy.

The president's lap dog, who has gotten many more assignments than you have even if you’ve been here much longer than him.

Having to sign his reports from his mission in Spain. How the press praised him and his capability to save Ashley Graham. What a joke, as if he did it by himself. Ada Wong's mystery file always lays so perfectly on your desk. Though you did feel for Kennedy, the virus he contracted and what it did to him and his body. Ashley’s testimony made your heart ache because somebody as innocent as her didn’t need to see such things. She said Leon somehow fought his way through it, and so did she.

You didn’t even notice Leon’s gaze, his head tilted down slightly so he could look at your unamused expression. Seeming bitchy was the least of your intentions genuinely, your lips in a thin line as you blinked at your boss who of course had the biggest smile on his face.

“You wanted an assignment? I gave you one.”

His fingers pressed against the paper in front of you and Leon, sliding it closer to the two of you as you glanced down at the picture of Leon shortly after he came back from Spain.. Though healed, the thick black veins ran up his chest and neck.

Leon shifted uncomfortably, his neck cranking to the side. You know so much about the man and you’ve never heard him speak.

“What does this have to do with anything”

His voice was.. gravely almost. Guilt dipping in your chest due to the fact that you had judged him so deeply.

“A group knows information regarding the virus. A group in New York. Kennedy and you will be escorted. We want information.”

Thankfully Leon was as confused as you were, your eyes finally meeting. He looked exhausted, the bags under his eyes barely hiding the fact that his hair was messy. He was probably so done with all of this.. your head started to fill with thoughts of his Raccoon City file. Your boss words we’re being blurred by your thoughts, your vision coming back into focus.

“Husband and wife”

“What?”

The words leave your lips in a laugh almost, your eyes darting back up to your boss as you scoffed.

“Sorry, I didn’t go through years of training to play house.”

Maybe this was your sign that you weren’t ready for a mission, a commitment so big, your eyes looking down into your lap as he went over the details. A ringing in your ears as you swallowed the lump in your throat, maybe Leon was just more capable. He was stronger, smarter, he obviously had more experience.

The door slamming behind you made you flinch, your attention back to the paperwork in front of you. The sound of Leon scribbling away on the paper filling the room as your shaking hand reached for a pen on the desk.

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“Here.”

Your head was turned away from the man, staring out the plane window as he sat across from you. The two of you barely spoke, the car ride here and everything. Your eyes ran over his frame before you saw the ring in his hand. The whole situation made you uncomfortable, you’ve never met Leon and now you had to pretend to be his wife. You leaned forward grabbing the ring before slipping it in your finger, your legs crossing again as your eyes shot down to his left hand to see the silver band on his finger as well.

So you were really doing this? Your mission was simple. Get the sample. The facility you’re being transferred to was under the impression that you and Leon were ex umbrella scientists. The two of you have been married since you were twenty. The plan has to be flawed, you had no chemistry.

It would be a lie to say he wasn’t handsome though. It honestly left you shocked that he had grown so much from Raccoon city, it’s like he had a second puberty almost. He must’ve seen you staring, his head turning to you causing you to look down at the ring on your finger, nervously fiddling with it as Leon cleared his throat.

“Don’t be nervous, people can tell when another person is scared.”

Leon spoke as you let your shoulders loosen, cracking your knuckles as the soft chiming of the plane getting ready to land rang through your ears. You two did look expensive, Leon dressed in a black suit, his hands pushing forward a bit so he can adjust the cuffs on his wrist as he stood up from his seat. His hand extends out to you, his jaw tightening as the sigh leaves your lips and you stand holding at his arm. You both made sure your rings were on display, your fingers carefully holding at his upper arm as the two of you stood in front of the opening door.

This was going to be more than difficult. Especially with Kennedy.

#yourgentlegf #milascreams #resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #chris redfield #jill valentine #leon kennedy fluff #re4 #re4 x reader #re4 remake leon #leon kennedy angst #x reader #re2 x reader

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obaex · 9 months

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you, the ocean, and me (pt. 2) - jj maybank

summary: life is picture perfect until the past comes knocking at your door, unwilling to let you go.

word count: 11.2k

warnings: 18+ mature, sexual/suggestive content below the cut, canon-level violence, and one terrible ex

a/n: i am squealing and kicking my feet in the air to finally be sharing this with you! i am obsessed with these two and their story. there are some flashbacks to things that happened in the past, all in italics. please note this one is spicier than part one, please read responsibly.

song inspo: the vow / ruthanne (listened to this on repeat while writing this, i know it was in part one, but it’s just it for me fam) & coastline / steve kroeger

part one here!

Ever since you had come back to the Outer Banks, JJ was so uncontrollably happy and so smitten he was nearly unrecognizable. He waved to strangers on the street, his other hand tucked firmly in your own, he held doors open, he was a hugger all of a sudden, scooping Heyward into a bearhug the last time you were all at Pope's as the old man tried to swat him away. "Boy have you lost your damn mind?!" he had asked. And maybe he had a little bit. But he didn't care. He was floating through life. You were back, you were here, with him, what could possibly phase him? He had literal heart eyes for you, anyone could see it. It might have grated on his friends if they didn't love to see how happy you made him. He was insatiable around you, always pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you or tugging you away from the group at the chateau to 'grab another beer' which resulted in your back pressed between the cool refrigerator door and his warm body as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his hands tangled in your hair, your hands tangled in his shirt, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. "Princess please let me take you home" he'd beg as you dragged him back outside.

Perhaps the most notable change, though, was his behavior at work. He managed to contain his eyerolls and help the waitstaff at the Island Club with extra tasks; tonight he had even volunteered to help with a particularly difficult table that had just been seated with everyone's least favorite customers: Rafe, Topper, Kelce and a handful of their friends JJ didn't recognize. But even they couldn't bring him down. Every insult rolled right off his back no matter how hard they tried to rile him up. "Dirty pogue" "Marina rat" they snickered, eliciting laughs around the table. Even when Kelce 'accidentally' knocked an entire bottle of expensive wine off the table and blamed it on him, forcing him down on his hands and knees to clean it up. He had heard it all before and he didn't care because at the end of this godforsaken shift was you, and that was all that mattered. He was zoned out, thinking about you as he picked the glass off the floor, half-listening to the conversation at the table above him.

"Anyway, thanks so much for having me, I appreciate any help you can give me" an unidentified voice said.

"Of course" Rafe replied "How can we help?"

"I'm in town looking for someone. A guy. Probably from the club. All I know is that he surfs and he has a dirt bike."

JJ's ears perked up at that, his hands faltering slightly with the broken glass as he tuned further into the conversation.

"Shit, man, you just described half the guys at this table" Rafe said amidst a smattering of uncomfortable laughter as the guys traded glances around the table.

"Unfortunately, my mother-in-law didn't have the pleasure of meeting him. He made some... untoward advances toward my fiancée. She's down here with him still. We're worried about her. It's time he and I had a little chat."

JJ had frozen on the spot. His heart was pounding in his chest and he realized he was squeezing the glass in his hand hard enough for it to break skin. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and willed himself not to lunge across the table. Fury was rolling off of him in waves as he stood up and hazarded a glance at the guy. Even a cursory look told him everything he needed to know, he was every bit the pompous asshole he had imagined in his mind, smug and arrogant. He had laughed along at each of Rafe's jokes at his expense. The thought of this guy with his hands on you flickered through JJ's mind and he knew he needed to walk away while he still could. His legs and feet felt glued to the ground, his body urging him to stay and knock this asshole clear across the dining room. But with every last ounce of strength he had, he let out a deep breath and walked away, the gears in his head turning as his worst fears were confirmed.

"What did you say her name was?" JJ heard Topper ask.

"Y/N" he said. The sound of your name on his lips burned in JJ's ears as he kicked the kitchen door open violently.

JJ spent the entire ride back to the cut debating whether or not to tell you what he had heard.

He didn't want to lie to you, and he knew you were going to find out eventually. More than anything, he didn't want to admit that he was scared. Scared that Carson being here was going to shake the carefully constructed fairly tale he had built around you, that he had you all to himself, that you could leave your old life behind and be here with him, that he would never lose you again.

He pulled into John B's driveway and when he made his way to the backyard your eyes immediately met his as you hopped up from your seat and ran over to him, jumping into his arms as he lifted you off the ground. He would never get tired of the way you were always so excited to see him, even if it had only been a few hours or a few minutes. "Mm'missed you" you murmured into his shoulder. The tension in his body eased as he felt your heart beating against his and the way you were trying to nuzzle impossibly closer to him. He let himself enjoy one last moment of peace, one last moment with you in his arms, afraid he was going to ruin everything, but knowing, especially with your past, that he would never keep anything from you.

He let out a deep, shaky sigh and set you down as you searched his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Tough shift?" you asked, concern written all over your face as you brushed his long hair out of his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head.

"Kinda" he said.

He looked back up at your doe eyes, the way they were all consumed with concern for him, a small pout on your lips. God he did not want to do this... "Look, I don't know how else to say this but uh Carson is here. And I don't think he got the memo that you two aren't a thing anymore."

In a million years, with a thousand guesses you would have never thought that's what JJ was going to say. You felt your heart plummet to your feet and took an involuntary step back, the news literally throwing you off balance.

"W-What are you talking about?" you said, your voice shaking but also rising with panic. "Here where? In Outer Banks?" Your mind refused to process this information, you were in denial. "How do you know it was him?!"

"Short brown hair? Brown eyes? Black Rolex watch that cost more than my house?" JJ replied, his voice now rising too. Why were you questioning him? Why would he ever make this up?

You squeezed your eyes shut, remembering the watch you had bought him for his birthday two years ago as you covered your face with your hands and let the realization crash over you like a wave in a strong current, threatening to pull you under.

"He was with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. He's asking around about you, about me, but he doesn't know who I am. He thinks I belong to the club" he laughed bitterly, "guess they never thought you'd end up with the busboy, huh?"

Even though your mind was reeling, your stomach clenched at JJ's tone, at the hint of bitterness, of the hurt. Rafe and his friends were relentless on the best of days, you couldn't image what Carson might have said about you, about JJ that he'd had to sit through tonight.

You let your hands fall from your face and pressed yourself back into JJ's arms, your head falling against his chest and your arms winding around him, squeezing him tightly. You didn't know what to think, you just wanted to be near him, to feel his arms around you. He was your safe place and you knew as long as you were together, you could face anything.

JJ had been painstakingly analyzing your reaction as his words hit you, frustrated at himself for letting his anger and insecurities slip through, terrified that for some reason you would change your mind now that Carson was here looking for you.

And yet.

You didn't look conflicted. Your first reaction was to fall back into his arms, pressing your warm body against him, wanting to be near him, wanting to know that everything here was going to be okay. He felt like an asshole as he shook off his own self-doubt. He scooped you off the ground and your legs circled his waist. "Hey, I'm sorry, it's alright, it's gonna be alright princess" he whispered against your hair. "I'm here."

Your heart thudded with fear, trying desperately to focus on the feeling of JJ's arms around you as the last words Carson had said weighed heavily on your mind.

2 Months Ago

You slid the ring off your finger and held it out to him. He looked at it with such deep confusion it could have been an award-winning performance.

"Carson" you had said, much more boldly than you'd felt as you tried to keep your voice steady, "I can't marry you. And, I know. About you, about Lauren. I've know for awhile.”

"L-Lauren and me? What are you talking about?" he said in his exaggerated state of confusion.

"Don't do this, don't treat me like a child" you said. "I know, okay? There's no use in pretending."

"You don't know anything" he said dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, holding your hands up in front of you, motioning for him to stop. "It really doesn't matter anymore" you said wearily, unwilling to fight about it as you turned to walk back upstairs.

Now that the words were out of your mouth, the next steps became abundantly clear. You needed to leave, you needed to get back to JJ, now. Right now. Fear and excitement in equal parts catapulted you up the stairs as the fog you had been living in began to clear. You had wasted so much time here, you realized. You needed to get back to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Carson's voice echoed, following you harshly up the stairs.

"Well, I'm not staying here" you replied sassily, huffing into your room as he chased after you.

"Y/N stop, please, let's talk about this." You could hear the whiny urgency in his voice as he began to piece together the bigger picture: no you, no company, no access to your trust fund, as he tripped over himself following you into your closet as you pulled out your suitcase.

"Look, nothing happened, okay? She-she came on to me! What was I supposed to do? It was a mistake. I know that now. Look, we have our whole future ahead of us baby, baby please what about all the good times we've had? It's always been you and me." He had switched tactics, trying to play to your emotional side. It was far too late for that. So, when begging didn't work, and tugging at your heartstrings didn't work either, he flipped to another emotion you hadn't expected as you flung clothes haphazardly in your bag. He got eerily silent and laughed quietly to himself.

"You can't run away from this" he said, his voice steady. "Do you really think your parents are going to let you fuck this up for them? For me!?" his rising voice sent chills up your spine. "No chance! They've worked too hard, we all have for you to be so selfish, so ungrateful." His eyes followed you, unrelenting in your efforts to pack and get as far away from him as possible when he suddenly ripped the clothes out of your hands, reaching for your suitcase and pulling the clothes out to toss them on the floor. "No! You're not leaving!" he yelled.

"Stop! Carson! Stop it!" you yelled back, trying to wrench the clothing out of his hands when his eyes fell to something that wasn't part of your designer wardrobe: a black extra large hoodie, far too large to be your own from Pelican Marina, Outer Banks. He crumbled it in his fist, his eyes alight with rage and accusation. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of JJ's sweatshirt in his hands as he shook it in your face.

"I see how it is" he said, a twisted smile on his lips. "You little whore. This was your plan all along, wasn't it? Come home and make me look like the bad guy so, what? You can run off with some asshole you just met?! We've been together for TEN YEARS and you're just going to throw that away!?" He was screaming now and you weren't going to dignify him with a response as you frantically threw your clothes together, jumping at his words as fear pulsed through your veins. You tore the sweatshirt out of his hands and met his eyes defiantly despite the tears welling in your own. You wrangled your suitcase down the stairs as he followed you, watching you struggle the entire way.

You made it all the way to the front door before he put his hand on it, preventing you from leaving. He leaned over you, a sinister sneer on his face as he growled through gritted teeth, "This isn't over. I'm not going to let you ruin this for me" before you finally shoved him out of the way.

At the end of the night, you slid onto JJ's bike as he drove you both back to his small house around the corner from the chateau.

Your heart warmed as he pulled into the dirt driveway. Home. You really hadn't thought through the details of abandoning your entire life to come back here, to JJ, including where you were going to stay. JJ had offered for you (begged for you) to stay with him and you would have been lying to yourself if you said you wanted to be anywhere else.

2 Months Ago

You had been to JJ's house briefly before, but that first night that you were back for good held a heavy tension to it as he led you by the hand up the porch stairs and inside, giving you a short tour of everything that ended with the bedroom. You could tell he was a little shy about it, trying to grab clothes off the floor and kicking things out of the way for you to walk, but you didn't care. "So, that's it, really" he had said, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks a rosy red. He was afraid you would take one look at his life, his house, and walk right back out the front door. He eyed you warily.

You looked around the room and smiled deeply. It was perfect in a way you couldn't put into words: the maps on the wall, the posters, the surfboards propped in the corner and the tousled sheets that made your heart skip a beat knowing that this was where JJ slept as you bit your lip shyly. Everything here felt more like home to you than yours ever had. "It's perfect, JJ" you said, "so perfect" and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he met your eyes and pressed his lips to yours.

You had only known each other for a couple of months at this point, half of which you had spent apart from each other. JJ was hyperaware of the situation and he didn't want to push any boundaries, so he was adamant that you take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch despite your protests that you would be perfectly happy on the couch yourself. His insistence and respect for you made you appreciate the kind boy he was even more.

He left you that night with a searing kiss before closing the bedroom door gently behind him. You had pulled on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers to sleep in and you snuggled into his sheets. His scent was overwhelming: sandalwood, sunscreen and something so distinctly JJ it was almost too much for you to handle, especially knowing he was on the other side of the door. You didn't last 15 minutes before you got up and pushed the door open.

JJ sat up quickly on the couch, eyes alight with concern. "S'wrong?" he asked and you swallowed at the sight of him shirtless in his boxers as his blanket pooled around his lap. His eyes tracked your every move as you came over to him and slid onto the couch, curling in next to him as he settled with you in his arms, your bodies molding perfectly together in the small space. His heart was racing so hard in his chest he was having a hard time catching his breath; the feeling of you pressed against him, knowing you had come to find him in the middle of the night, that you wanted to be close to him, made every inch of him tingle. He was still pinching himself that you were even real, here, with him, in his house.

"I didn't come back here to sleep alone" you whispered, your voice, your words sending a shiver through JJ's body as he pulled you closer to him, into his arms, eliciting a giggle from you as he snuggled into you, pressing his lips to your hair.

"Then I can promise you, you never will" he said.

You hadn't intended to move in with JJ two months into knowing him, it just happened. Like everything with him, it felt natural, easy, unforced as you fell into a simple rhythm, your two lives tangling into one. You just fit. Of course, there were times when things were awkward and new, but it was JJ, he would make a face to get you laughing and soon enough you'd both be over it, your feelings for each other bigger than any problem in front of you.

1 Month Ago

Before long, JJ had insisted on taking on you on a proper date. He told you to meet him at John B's dock at sunset. No matter how much you pestered your friends, no one would tell you what he had planned.

You took your time getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect. Even though you spent nearly all day every day with him, there were butterflies in your stomach, you were nervous. This night felt important, monumental in a way no other night had yet. You wore a short summer sundress and met him at golden hour, the world awash in deep yellows and oranges. He was waiting for you in jeans and a clean white t-shirt, you could tell he had put effort in too. Something about the night just felt so heightened and special, you weren't sure if it was the surprise or the fact that he was standing with a bouquet of peonies, but more likely it had to do with the overwhelming feelings you had for him that bubbled to overflowing every time you were near him, especially now. When he'd seen you, he'd bowled over, putting his hands on his knees and wiping a hand over his face at the sight of you dressed up for him. You could tell he was nervous too, you could feel his hands shaking as they snaked around you and he pressed a kiss to your lips, his eyes searing into yours.

"Princess" he whispered, the weight of it carrying a thousand unspoken words behind it, "You are so goddamn beautiful." He handed you your flowers and scooped you into his arms bridal style as he stepped onto the boat parked at the end of the dock and you gasped. He had hung string lights around the entire boat and had piled the bow high with blankets, pillows and your favorite takeout. You squealed with delight. It was so JJ, so perfect. Your mind flashed for only a moment to your first date with Carson; you had worn an impossibly uncomfortable dress and he'd taken you to a five-star restaurant that was exorbitantly expensive where he proceeded to send his food back. Twice.

You shook your head, unwilling to waste another second thinking about the past. You split your dinner with JJ and settled next to him at the wheel as he navigated to a quiet, secluded strip of the marsh just as the sun set in a brilliant show of a thousand colors that ignited the horizon, the only sound around you the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat and the cicadas.

As the breeze picked up and the stars blinked to life, you settled deep into the blankets, nearly nose-to-nose, staring into each other's eyes and giggling like a couple of kids as the boat rocked you gently from side to side.

"This is so beautiful, JJ, thank you" you whispered. You were a little choked up as you thought about how much work he had put into this, all for you.

"Yeah? You're happy?" he asked.

"Of course I'm happy" you said, as you saw something shift behind his eyes.

"I just didn't want you to have any regrets coming down here. I know that took a lot for you to do. A massive amount. I don't think I'll ever understand what that meant for you. I didn't have to give anything up... I just got the girl in the end." His brow furrowed in confusion at how that could be, unused to being on the receiving end of so many gifts from the universe as he looked at you. "I keep pinching myself, every day since you first came back. Even that first night on the couch, I was terrified I'd wake up and you'd be gone, finally realizing what a mistake you'd made. I-I don't even have air conditioning" he said, laughing half-heartedly, but you could hear the raw emotion in his voice, the fear, the tenderness.

"JJ, I have never been happier or more scared in my life. But there's something so right about you, about us. I have no regrets. I'll never have any regrets when it comes to you."

It was only a matter of seconds before his fingers were tangled in your hair and he pulled you on top of him to straddle him, pressing you chest to chest as his lips moved tantalizingly against your own. Your head was dizzy with the feeling of him pressed into you, engulfing you, and the way his hands roamed your body.

Only a few weeks with him had made you realize that you had never really been kissed, never really been touched before, every movement of his lips against yours completely overwhelmed you, clouding your mind and sending a tingle to every inch of your body. You had only been with one person in your whole life, you didn't know any better, but JJ seemed to do everything with a mind for how it would make you feel.

Now, with his every touch you nearly came undone, his one hand grasping your waist, the other in your hair, his tongue at the base of your neck, relishing how you responded to everything, how your body came alive for him, it drove him absolutely insane to feel you writhe against him, how your fingers grasped for him like you could never get enough.

"Mmm'Maybank" you hummed as his fingers toyed with the hem of your dress that had ridden up significantly at this point, "Don't get overzealous, it's only our first date" you said teasingly, as if you hadn't spent every night for the past two months pressed against him in bed, all too aware of how his body responded consciously or unconsciously to your presence, to the sight of you tangled in his sheets wearing nothing but his t-shirt and boxers.

He pulled away to look up at you, his lips swollen, eyes glazed over and twinkling mischievously as he bit his bottom lip and bucked his hips ever so slightly, pressing himself into you. You bit your lip in return, trying and failing to suppress and involuntary moan that had JJ's jeans stretching so hard against him he wanted to die.

"You sure, princess?" he teased right back, before running his fingers up the inside of your thigh and recapturing the spot at the base of your neck with his lips as you moaned again.

"You don't sound sure" he murmured.

"Jayj..." you were barely able to whisper as his fingers finally grazed you and he nearly growled at how you felt for him.

"You don't feel sure" he said, quieter.

And any pretense you had been trying to uphold about being a self-respecting woman on a first date fell away as you brought his face to yours, kissing him hungrily, greedily. The feeling of your tongue against his was all he needed. Your clothes came off in a dizzying pace of grasping and pulling, desperate to have them off, more desperate to keep your lips and bodies attached, any distance between you feeling painful at this point.

JJ rolled himself on top of you, pausing only for a moment, pulling his lips off of yours much to your dismay. He could have died at the pout on your face at the feeling of your lips being without his.

"You're sure you're okay with this princess?" he asked.

You nodded quickly and reached for his lips again, finding his smile.

"Need to hear you say it, want to hear you say it, princess" he whispered huskily, the words curling your stomach, your toes.

"Want you JJ, all of you... please." Your words and the fact that you were quite literally begging for him at this point sent him.

You had never felt such intense pleasure in your entire life. Nobody had told you that being with someone could be like that. It was readily evident how much you had been missing over the last ten years as you fell apart for him over and over and over again as he worshipped your body. You were insatiable and he was too, like a man starving, he couldn't get enough of you. He swore on his life that this wasn't part of his plan for tonight, but the way you looked at him, hungry, needy, full of lust after so many nights pressed against him, had him in euphoria. Neither of you got any sleep that night, but as morning crested over the horizon, you had never felt more relaxed, more energized, basking in the way your body felt tangled with his.

Carson's threat lingered over you like a storm cloud... "This isn't over, I'm not going to let you ruin this for me." And true to his promise, he was relentless in his pursuit of you, which began to extend past the manicured gardens of Figure 8.

John B was at work at the Kildare Surf Shop, head nodding to the music that filled the store, intently focused on waxing the board in front of him when the front door chimed and Carson Peters walked in.

Carson looked around with narrowed eyes and an air of distaste before his gaze fell on John B. He looked him up and down, taking in his long hair, backwards hat, colorful shirt and the ratty remains of a bandana tied around his neck before clearing his throat.

"Hey man, do you do surf lessons here?" he asked.

"We do" John B said coolly, assessing him quickly. What the hell is this kook doing here? he thought.

"I was wondering if you could tell me who some of your instructors were? My fiancée was here a few weeks ago and took some lessons. We uh had some feedback."

The gears began to turn in John B's head as his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the computer and barely glanced at it before meeting Carson's gaze with a fake smile. "Yeah sorry, no lessons that week."

Carson's eyes narrowed in return, suspicion written clearly on his face.

"Oh-kayyyy" he conceded, "Well, do you recognize her?" he asked, holding out his phone.

John B eyed the picture of you and Carson for a few seconds, really letting him think he was taking it in. "Yeah, nah man, never seen her before."

"Hmpf" Carson grunted, turning to leave and slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, John B was retelling the entire story to you and your friends on his back porch as you waited for JJ to get home from his shift. You were all cracking up at his reenactment of him squinting his eyes to look at Carson's phone as if you hadn't spent every single day at his house for weeks.

As your laughter died down, you heard a car door slam and the sound of heavy footsteps on the front porch followed by a loud pounding on the front door. "Y/N!!!!" the voice shouted "Open this fucking door, I know you're in there!" You stood up quickly, a look of pure panic and fear on your face, which John B registered immediately as both of you recognized the voice at once. John B held one arm out in front of you and put a finger to his lips.

"I've got it, John B, let me talk to him" you whispered.

"Are you joking?! I'm not letting him anywhere near you, JJ would never let me hear the end of it. Stay here" he replied.

He made his way to the front door as you all listened in.

"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me" Carson said, his eyes glistening with recognition at John B's face as he opened the front door. "Where is she!?" Carson shouted, shoving him.

John B shoved him back, his tone even as he replied, "Get off my property, dude."

Carson let out a maniacal laugh as he took in the rundown house, getting right in John B's face, pointing at him "I will sue you for all you're worth, I will take your piece of shit house, your piece of shit car, I will make your life a living hell for what you've done to her, what you've done to all of us!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, man. There's nobody here--"

"--I know she's here!" he shouted, brandishing his phone in John B's face again. He could see his map app open and a blue dot blinking right over his house with your name on it. "I called our phone company and tracked her location." Then, louder, mockingly, "You hear that, sweetheart? I know you're in there!" A moment of silence passed as your friends turned to you, eyes wide, mouths agape and you covered your face with your hands.

"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why she doesn't want to see you?" John B quipped, bitterness rising in his voice at the way Carson was yelling at you. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's literally not your fiancée anymore?"

Carson's head snapped to him before lunging and tackling him to the ground.

"Stop it!" you shouted, running out of the house as the boys rolled around in the dirt and sand. "Carson, stop!" He heard your voice and shoved John B away, brushing himself off as he stood up and took in your appearance dressed in JJ's black sweatshirt and a pair of denim cutoffs. "Thank God you're okay, what are you doing here?" he asked accusatorily. "Nevermind, it's not safe, come on, it's time to go home." He waved you forward like you were a lap dog that would simply fall in line and follow him to his car.

When you didn't move and he took in your face, your eyes scrunched in confusion at the words coming out of his mouth, he continued impatiently, "I forgive you, okay? You don't have to do this anymore, you've made your point. I get it." He waved at you again, trying to hurry you along. He's lost his mind you thought.

"You think that's what this is about?" you said incredulously, your voice rising, "Me making a point?!" you laughed, "Carson, I'm happy here--"

"--You're happy here?" he said laughing back, mockingly as he looked around, "With him? With this?!" he gestured to John B, his house, his yard, kicking an empty beer can on the ground for emphasis. "With JJ" he seethed as he looked at John B. He was clearly confused, thinking John B was JJ, but your heart had stopped beating. How did he know his name?

"What did you just say?" you asked.

"I called the phone company, sweetheart, I pay the bills. They sent me every phone call, every disgusting text message--"

"--At least I had the decency to break up with you first!" you snapped. "And not that I owe you any explanation, but this isn't JJ. He's not even here."

Carson's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his tone changing icily. "Well, I look forward to meeting him" he said simply, letting the unspoken threat linger in the air. "You should know your parents are on their way, I let them know that I'd found you. I'm sure they look forward to meeting the white trash you've chosen to throw your future and their future away for."

John B moved to lunge at him before you grabbed him by the shoulders. Carson jumped back nervously, eyeing John B like a rabid animal before dusting off his shoulders and walking back to his truck. As you watched him speed into the distance, John B put his arm around you and walked you back inside.

You hung out for awhile longer, but Carson's visit had left you all in a somber mood. Truth be told, you were struggling with the way he was insisting on ruining everything you had built here, crashing your fairy tale, insulting you, JJ, your friends. Your friends’ eyes shifted to you in concern and pity after getting a small glimpse at what it was you had been running from the past few weeks.

You rode your bike home after that, wanting to curl up in JJ's bed, wishing more than anything that he was here with you now. It was dark enough that you didn't notice the truck parked in the street that followed you at a distance, slow and quiet with its headlights off until you pulled into your driveway. It found a place to park out of sight but close enough to watch you unlock the door, flip on the lights and busy yourself inside, your movements clear through the large front window.

Carson watched you with equal parts rage and delight. Rage at the sight of you in another man's home and delight that he had finally tracked you down, one step closer to restoring perfect order to his life. He perked up at the sound of a dirt bike coming down the street and sat straight in his seat as he saw your reaction too, setting down what you were doing and running to meet the figure at the front door, arms flung wide as you jumped into his arms. Resentment seeped further into Carson's veins at the fact that you had never greeted him like that. Not once in ten years. As he leaned closer over the steering wheel, he clocked the uniform the figure was wearing, the vest, the bowtie, the mop of blonde hair and he began to laugh out loud to himself, giddy in his realization. A busboy from the Island Club? You have to be fucking kidding me. He picked his phone up and dialed.

The next day, JJ was back at work when his manager came to find him to tell him he was requested by name by a customer on the back patio.

When JJ pressed him with questions, his manager’s eyes shifted slightly before telling him to attend to the customer as quickly as possible. Confused, JJ wandered outside to see a middle-aged man, dressed impeccably, sitting alone at the bar with two drinks in front of him.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked kindly enough.

The man turned to look at him, his expression not unkind, but his gaze deeply scrutinizing, like he was trying to judge JJ’s entire character as his eyes brushed over his long hair, his crooked bowtie, his shark tooth necklace and the rings on his fingers that were tapping against his thigh anxiously. JJ tried to stand a little straighter in response. After a moment, the man smiled good naturedly and gestured to the seat and the drink next to him.

“I uh appreciate that, sir, but I can’t accept that during my shift. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

The man turned to him knowingly, “Take a seat, JJ.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked, his anxiety rising.

“No, son, you don’t…” the term grated on JJ as he thought of the way his father used to use it… “but you seem to know my daughter very well” he continued smoothly, meeting JJ’s eyes with a cold glare and JJ’s heart plummeted.

Shiiiiiiit he thought. Not quite how he had imagined meeting your dad.

He slid onto the seat, clearing his throat as he leaned in, "Sir" he started, his mind racing, realizing he had an opportunity here to mend things, to help put things right for you, to make your dad see that despite his long hair and minimum wage job, he would do anything for you, anything. He needed to make him understand. He felt like a little boy again, desperately seeking his own father's approval as familiar feelings of fear began clawing at his chest. Your dad simply held up a hand, stopping him before he could start.

"Look, I get it" he said.

I really don't think you do JJ thought as he opened his mouth to say so.

"You love her, don't you?"

JJ was taken aback. He took a deep breath and wiped his hand over his face. Of course he did. The words danced on his lips every night as he held you against him, every morning when he woke up next to you, every day he came home to see you, in the home you had made together. He was madly in love with you, desperately trying to find the right way to tell you.

He exhaled deeply, "Yes sir, I do."

Your dad met his eyes. "Good, I'm glad we can be honest with each other. You seem like... a nice young man, JJ. I can tell you care about her." The words sounded both genuine and condescending at the same time, the tone behind them holding a hint of mockery.

"That's how I know you'll do the right thing here. She's made for more than this, son. She has a future and friends and a family that love her and miss her dearly. She has a life and security, one that I'm afraid you just can't provide for her. It's time for her to come home. I know you think you can make her happy and, hey, maybe you can with boat rides and surfing and all the silly things she didn't get a chance to do when she was younger. But what happens in four months? In six months? In the winter when the tourists are gone and your novelty has run out and you're struggling to pay your mortgage and she begins to despise you and the decision she's made?"

JJ's mouth had run dry as this stranger verbalized every one of his deepest fears. Fears he had tried and failed to push further and further away: that you would come to regret your decision, that he would never be enough for you, that you would decide to leave him one day, just like his mom had, just like his dad had. He wasn't good enough for them, for you, for anybody.

"What happens then?" your dad pushed further. He could tell from the pale look on JJ's face that he was hitting his mark. "Carson is smart. He won't wait around and I don't blame him. He's a godsend for even coming down here to try to salvage this. He's what she deserves, son. You've got to stop making this about you and start making this about her." He slid an envelope towards JJ before standing up, finishing the drink in front of him in one sip, gripping JJ's shoulder and walking away. JJ watched him leave before hanging his head in his hands, swallowing the fear and the tears that had bubbled up inside him. He stood to leave, turning back and grabbing the envelope at the last minute, flipping it open to see more cash than he'd ever seen in his life. He swallowed the bile in his throat as he shoved it in his back pocket.

JJ didn't come home after work, and he wasn't answering his phone.

You had gone from anxious, to worried, to downright panicked, pacing around the house with all sorts of worst-case scenarios running through your head, about to call John B to borrow the twinkie and go out looking for him when you finally got a text from JJ. "Sorry baby, I have to stay late to help out with some things, don't try to stay up."

You were happy he was okay, but your heart sunk a little as you crawled into bed by yourself, remembering JJ's promise that as long as you were with him, you'd never have to sleep alone.

You had no idea what time it was when you finally heard the putter of his bike and the soft whack of the screen door as he shuffled into the room, quietly pulling off his clothes and crawling into bed. You were somewhere between awake and asleep but your body immediately responded to his presence as you reached for him. After a moment, you felt him wind his arms around you, tentatively at first, as he let out a deep sigh.

"S'wrong?" you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

He took in the sight of you in his bed, wrapped in his arms, tangled in his sheets, wearing his oversized t-shirt, it was a sight that normally stole his heart. Now, all he could see were the holes in the t-shirt, his dirty clothes on the floor, the squeak of the cheap ceiling fan setting his teeth on edge as his head spun in circles.

"Nothing. Just a long day" he said in response, sounding uncharacteristically short with you, like he was a thousand miles away.

You pouted at that and tried to pry your eyes open to look at him. "JJ?" you asked again, his name on your lips getting his attention finally, "What's really wrong?" you asked again.

He exhaled loudly, clearly frustrated as he fidgeted like he was trying to squirm his way out of the conversation. "It's just..." he tried "...like, what are you doing here? With me? What about your whole other life back home? What happens after the summer's over? What-what happens when you wake up and realize you don't want this, that I'm not good enough for you? That you made a mistake?" His pain was palpable as it seeped through his voice, each of his questions hitting you like a physical blow. Where was this coming from? He was always happy, goofy, oozing confidence around you. This didn't sound like him at all. And that's when you realized these weren't his words.

You sat up fully and he moved to sit up beside you, leaning against his headboard as you crawled into his lap, now wide awake, expression serious as you looked at him with sad, sleepy eyes. His heart crumbled at the sight of you and though he tried to hold back he couldn't help himself from resting his hands on your hips, finding the curves of your body naturally where his hands fits so perfectly.

"Who told you that? Who said you're not good enough? JJ you are more that enough. For yourself, for your friends, but most of all for me. You're more than I could have ever asked for or dreamed of. What happens in six months? I'll be right here, in your bed, loving you. And in the winter? I'll still be here, loving you. How I feel about you isn't going to fade away with time or the seasons, babe."

He broke his eye contact with you briefly, eyes shifting downwards a confused look on his face before a small smirk found his lips that your sleepy brain tried to register.

"Loving me?" he whispered, his eyes finding yours again.

You realized you had let slip how you felt. How you'd felt for awhile now. There didn't seem to be any point in continuing to dance around it.

"Yes, JJ. Loving you. I love you. You have to know that by now?" you said, taking his face in your hands.

He ducked his head again, bashfully, happily, trying to avoid your gaze as his cheeks flushed and he felt himself get choked up. "It's still good to hear you say it. All of it" he replied "I needed to hear that. More than you know."

His hands found the back of your neck and he kissed you with a different sort of passion this time, with longing, with need, with the reassurance that only those three little words could inspire as he spun you onto your back beneath him, his fears draining away, fully this time, at every touch of your bodies, at the feeling of your hands running over his skin, an incomparable amount of love and belonging in the way that you held him. "I love you, Y/N" he muttered against your lips, finally pulling back and holding your face gently in his hands. The look in his eyes was so serious and sincere, it nearly took your breath away. "I need you to know that. More than anything in this world, okay? I love you so goddamn much."

That night he made love to you in a way he never had before, languishing, passionate, slow, achingly slow and full of emotion; his eyes trained on you, his lips never leaving yours, like he had to show you with every part of him what you meant to him. You were sure in the deepest part of your heart you would never be the same again.

When you woke up the next morning, your body felt heavily relaxed from a deep sleep and the night before. You were tangled every which way in JJ's limbs, his arms holding you against his chest. Your eyes fluttered open slowly to find him watching you as he rubbed soft circles in your back and your cheeks pinked under his gaze as you laughed shyly and he laughed back.

"Morning princess" he muttered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You lifted your eyes to meet his and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Mm'morning handsome" you said back and he pressed his lips sweetly to yours.

His mind was still reeling from the night before, how he had felt the deep, hollow hole that sat heavy in his chest since the day his mom left slowly begin to mend itself, righted somehow by knowing how you felt about him. You were here, with him, for him. His blue eyes searched yours and he saw his love mirrored in them before something flickered briefly under the surface. "All good, baby?" he asked.

"I'm good..." you said hesitantly, not wanting to break the spell on the perfect start of your day. "...But last night... what you said... I know those weren't your words, your thoughts, JJ." You were scared to ask the next question, too afraid you already knew the truth. "Who said that to you? You never told me."

JJ pursed his lips and let out a deep sigh. He promised he would never lie to you, he wasn't going to start now.

"...Your dad... He came to see me at work" he said quietly.

You look horrified and tried to sit up but JJ quickly pulled you back into his arms. "Hey, it's okay, it's alright" he said.

"It's not alright, JJ" you said, your breath coming quicker. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and in one conversation he had you questioning if we should be together?! If my feelings for you were real?!" You could feel your eyes brimming with tears as you realized just how close you may have been to losing everything. What if JJ has listened to your dad? What if he had never come home? What if he had broken up with you? Your mind was racing and JJ could see the gears turning in your head as you began to panic.

"Hey, look at me, princess" he said, cupping your face gently, turning you to look at him. "I don't want you to ever question how I feel about you, nothing that anybody says could change that. He's not going to scare me away from you. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded to him, letting him know you understood and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

"It shouldn't be like this" you whispered. "It's not fair to you and it's not fair to me. I don't want to keep running from my past. I want my parents to acknowledge my future, my choices, my decisions."

"What are you suggesting?" he asked cautiously.

"I need to go talk to them" you said, your voice resolute even as the feeling of dread washed over you.

"Then I'm coming with you" he said.

"JJ" you cautioned, gearing up to tell him every reason why that was a bad idea.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I mean, tell me if that's what you want, but I want to be there for you, with you, please?"

You really did want him to come with you. You didn't want to do this alone, but you also didn't want to drag him down with you either, he was already on the receiving end of so much negativity from your parents, and from Carson.

"Please?" he repeated. "Let me be there for you." And just hearing that he truly wanted to be with you through the good, the bad and the messy warmed your heart.

"Okay" you said, relenting.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips again. "Me and your dad go way back, this will be great" he said, eliciting a laugh from you as you whacked him with your pillow and he laughed back tickling you, doing anything he could to keep that smile on your lips for as long as possible.

You reached out to your parents and agreed to meet them for lunch, absolutely refusing to go to the Island Club, and instead, after significant arguing, settling on more neutral territory at The Wreck.

JJ tried on three different shirts before settling on what he wanted to wear. He even tried combing his hair, but you quickly ran you fingers through it, mussing it all over again. He was adamant that you leave an hour early, not wanting to be late. Your heart squeezed at how much he cared about this, about trying to make things right. He could tell you were nervous, even if you wore your nerves much better than he did. He took your hand in his and squeezed as you walked inside. Sure enough, you were way too early for your reservation, so he tugged you outside to enjoy the view of the water, hoping that the chance to see a few dolphins in the river might calm you down and keep your mind off of things.

"Richard, really, I don't know about this" your mom tutted as she stood in the dirt and sand parking lot of The Wreck, her three-inch heels sinking into the ground as she clung to your dad's arm and he tried to steady her up the creaking, uneven wooden front steps.

As they walked inside they looked around in disdain at the kitschy seaside décor: rusted crab traps, fake bass and neon beer signs on the wall. Your mom actively tried to avoid touching any surface unnecessarily as they navigated around the crowd looking for you.

Your dad saw you both first, eyes landing on the tangled mop of JJ's blonde hair, his jaw twitching in frustration as he guided your mom to the back door.

When your mom finally saw you, it was like her heart let out a sigh. She was relieved to see you safe and well, her mind spinning the last few weeks over what might have happened to you. She took in your denim shorts, which she thought were entirely too short, and the loose-fitting top you had on; it was actually quite cute but she wouldn't dream of giving you the satisfaction of saying so. She took one look at the boy you were standing with and nearly turned around; his hair desperately needed to be cut, his clothing was second-hand and the rings on his fingers made her scrunch her face in confusion and distaste. He was so different from Carson in every way... She turned back to you, trying to piece it all together.

Your hair desperately needed to be cut too, she thought. She longed to brush it like she did when you were a little girl. Her heart clenched as she watched this rough-looking boy reach out gently to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You glowed at him with a thousand-watt smile, which made her falter, and not because of her heels on the rickety floorboards. She sincerely had never seen that expression on your face before. She had known you your whole life, through every happy moment, every birthday party, every surprise, every gift, yet she'd never seen that look. You looked so happy, so peaceful, so full of joy, she put a hand on your father's arm to stop him from disrupting the moment in front of them. He looked down at her in confusion until he saw her expression, eyes totally transfixed on you and he followed her gaze.

JJ leaned over to whisper something in your ear and you laughed, a full-belly laugh that radiated like the summer sun, blushing your cheeks, your eyes squeezing with joy. It was a sound your dad hadn't heard his little girl make... in years. In fact, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it. It broke something deep deep within him, and when he looked back at his wife, he realized she could see it too. You were... you again. A you they had long forgotten, perhaps long given up on as they got caught up in the business, the wedding, everything... Maybe they had been wrong all along. Maybe they had made a huge mistake. His wife looked up at him as he looked down at her, his head bowed, resigned, ashamed, knowing she felt the same way.

As they approached you, your mom cleared her throat, breaking the two of you apart as you turned to face them. Upon seeing them for the first time in months, you didn't want to admit that you'd missed them, but you had. At the end of the day, they were still your parents. You took a shaky breath and JJ reached for your hand, looking down at you and shooting you a quick wink, we're in this together.

Lunch went.... much better than expected. It was undoubtedly tense at first and there were plenty of awkward gaps in the conversation, but your mom actually enjoyed the fried seafood and very strong mixed drinks, though she'd never admit it to anyone else. It was clear your parents were still unsure about your life here, but shockingly they didn't argue the point. They let it go. They couldn't argue with how happy you were now that they'd seen it in person. They were just happy to be here, with you, talking to you again. You couldn't put your finger on what had changed their mind, but you could tell your mom watched your interactions with JJ closely, the way he looked at you when you were talking, how his fingers tangled with yours on the table. Maybe they were starting to see what you had hoped so desperately to explain to them: JJ was it for you.

After lunch, you walked out together alongside your mom as JJ trailed behind you with your dad.

After a few moments of silence she said quietly, "Y/N, I owe you an apology." Your eyes fell to her, the shock clear on your face as you heard the words you never thought you would. "I lied. I told you I would support your decision if you wanted to leave Carson and I didn't. I'm sorry. You deserve so much more than Carson and the way he treated you, sweetie. You deserve... hell, everyone deserves to have someone look at you the way that boy looks at you." You both looked back and JJ caught your eye, smiling at you.

"It may take some getting used to" she pressed, "I'm not sure how ready I am for all of... this" she said, gesturing broadly to you, JJ, The Wreck, your new life in general and you smiled and laughed at her reaction as her words began sinking in. "But I respect your decision."

That was all you had ever wanted to hear.

You hugged her closely, tears brimming your eyes.

JJ followed a few steps behind you, chatting with your dad about deep sea fishing, an activity that both of them could agree on. Watching you and your mom warmed his heart. It was so nice to see you with your family, with something he'd never had. Getting a glimpse into your dynamics made him realize that all families were messed up in one way or another, but he admired you for making yours work.

"Sir, I wanted to return this to you" he said, pulling the unmarked envelope out of his back pocket and handing it back to your dad. He looked utterly ashamed before meeting JJ's eyes directly and sticking his hand out. JJ looked down and shook it, your dad's grip strong, but not crushing his hand. "Take care of her" he said simply. The weight of it and the or else that lingered wasn't lost on him. Nor was the fact that your dad had essentially just given him his blessing, trusting him with his daughter, his only daughter. "I will. With my life, sir" JJ said earnestly, never breaking eye contact. Your dad nodded at that.

Just as you felt you were getting as good of an ending on this day as you could have wished for, you noticed a truck in the parking lot and the figure leaning against it, waiting for you. Carson saw you and your mom first, arm in arm, and quickly misread the situation, running up to you. You tried to back away from him just as your mom said, "Come on, Carson, we're leaving." She tried to shepherd him away from you. "Come on, dear, what's done is done and it's time we all accepted it. We can talk in the car, I know Richard and you have a lot to work out." He yanked his arm out of her grasp and grabbed you brusquely just in time for your dad and JJ to see it.

"Carson!" you shouted in surprise, trying to wiggle out of his grasp as JJ came up behind you and your dad moved to hold your mom.

Carson's eyes landed on JJ, transfixed. He was seeing red and he squeezed your arms tighter in response; you could feel the beginning of bruises starting to form where his fingers pressed into you painfully.

"JJ" he said, his face twisting like the name was sour on his tongue.

"Carson" your dad warned, "It's time for us to go, let her go, we'll take you home, we can discuss things on the plane."

His eyes didn't leave JJ’s and he didn't even acknowledge your dad. JJ looked right back at him and you felt his hand curve protectively around you waist, pulling you out of Carson's grasp and against his chest. Carson's eyes flicked to JJ's hands on you and that's when he snapped, his eyes finally finding yours.

"I can't believe you would slum it with someone like him. You're a whore, Y/N, you disgust me."

"HEY!" your dad yelled as he moved to come to your defense, but JJ beat him to it, as he let you go, placing you carefully behind him before shoving Carson back with both hands.

"That's real rich coming from you, buddy" he said as he got right up in his face. The boys were similarly sized, JJ had maybe an inch on him. Carson was fairly athletic but right now he couldn't match the crazy in JJ's eyes upon hearing what he had to say to you.

"You can say whatever you want to me, but you don't talk about her like that. Not in front of me, and certainly not in front of her parents." JJ grasped the front of Carson's shirt, walking him backwards towards his car as he continued, "She has tried every way to kindly tell you no. And I am begging you to give me one reason to explain it to you myself." You had never seen JJ so riled up before, his voice a low rumble.

"Alright, alright man" Carson mumbled, putting his hands up in defeat. JJ eyed him closely for a few seconds, chest heaving before he let him go. Carson hung his head for a split second and just as JJ turned to walk back to you, Carson swung, a sucker punch intended to connect with JJ's jaw. JJ saw it with just enough time to dodge it and all of his fury was unleased as he reloaded and punched him right back, sending him onto his ass in the parking lot as blood immediately began gushing from Carson's nose.

Your mom shrieked and your dad quickly caught up to them, a hand on JJ's chest to hold him back as he looked down at Carson. JJ was breathing heavily and shaking out his knuckles as Carson squirmed and cried. Your dad looked down at Carson, then back to JJ, nodding at him with a newfound level of respect.

"With my life, sir" JJ repeated as he turned to walk back to you and wrapped you in his arms, your mom reaching to pat him on the back.

You couldn't wait to get back to the chateau to tell your friends everything that had happened, recounting every gory detail as they cheered you on and JJ iced his swollen knuckles. You were giddy. You were glowing. You finally felt like you had it all, the boy, the life you wanted, and your family by your side. Somehow you had found a way to make it all work. You knew it would take time to figure it all out, but as you looked at the blonde boy next to you, you knew you could do anything with him by your side. He caught you glancing over at him and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling into your neck as you laughed. "Hey" he whispered out of earshot of your friends, "Sleep with me on the boat tonight?" you nodded eagerly and before long you both piled the boat high with pillows and blankets and he guided you through the marsh, back to your spot.

Once you had anchored, you wasted no time curling into JJ's arms, tangling your fingers with his, running yours gently across his bruised and busted knuckles.

"Thank you" you said quietly, "I don't know if I said that already, but, thank you."

"Always happy to defend your honor, princess" he said, smirking.

You laughed quietly, "I'm serious, JJ. You've stuck by me through a lot. My parents aren't easy but... they like you. I've never seen them warm to someone that quickly…” A pause. “…I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, you stole my heart, it's no surprise you stole theirs too."

He laughed quietly in an attempt to mask the way your words began to choke him up as he looked down at you, running his thumb across your cheek, basking in the way you were looking at him, like he hung the damn moon. And for just a moment, he let himself think about what it would be like to have a family. Maybe he would never have the one he was born into, maybe yours would find a way to accept him one day, but his heart raced at the idea of another family. Of you and him, of a few little ones running around, of the way he would do anything to protect that, to make it something better for both of you. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but at the same time, when he looked at you, he saw that future with you so clearly, one he hadn't even known he'd wanted until you came into his life. Fuck he was crazy about you.

Your eyes searched his, trying to decipher the way he was looking at you, a look in his eyes you'd never seen before. It made you want to blush and pull him closer all at the same time.

"What are you thinking so hard about, JJ Maybank?" you asked, lifting your hand to cup his face.

His mind wandered to the sizeable amount of cash he had been saving to buy a new boat, and the perfect diamond ring he had seen in the window of the jewelry store a few weeks ago as he turned his head to kiss your palm and then each of your fingers, knowing how perfect that ring would look on you. Soon.

He had sworn he'd never lie to you, but for once he thought this little white lie was worth keeping from you.

"Mm'just thinking about how much I love you" he muttered, pressing his lips to yours. "I don't think you'll ever understand how much you mean to me, princess" his voice thick with emotion and sincerity, "But I can promise you, I am going to spend every day of our lives trying to show you."

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redditreceipts · 3 months

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hiiii could you elaborate on philosophy tube coming out being the last straw? I never thought of her* as being especially bad but I don't really follow her videos.

*( I use preferred pronouns for people who are not sex offenders or something, obviously you are free to disagree with me)

why do I not like Philosophy Tube?

He is a horrible philosopher. Even before transitioning, his explanations were shit. Now they are even worse. Here is someone explaining what he does wrong, and here is another one.

He seems to lack any capability to look at himself from an outsider's perspective, and that's I think why he appears so... cringe? He takes himself so seriously. This is something I kinda respect about Contrapoints, at least Contrapoints seems to have some kind of self-reflection?

He made so much money with his bullshit "I am bisexual" video, just to later come out as a "trans lesbian" aka a straight man.

This is probably the most important, but he literally made a whole debakel about how gender dysphoria doesn't exist. He personally may not have gender dysphoria (which I would kinda expect, given his very late transition and him comparing transition to "changing a job you don't like"), but why does he have to act as if nobody else did? And why are we as taxpayers expected to fund his gender transition when he just sees it as a fashion choice? He just runs around and tells everyone that no single trans person has gender dysphoria. It seems like me, an evil nazi terf, cares more about people who make the choice to take hormones or do surgeries because they can't accept themselves if they don't transition. (And yes, he said "no one has gender dysphoria". Here is the video clip)

So yeah, I personally don't care that much about pronouns and I'm happy to refer to people as they wish to be referred to. I'm totally okay with anyone using the pronouns they think fit best to describe a situation and I also try to not misgender people just for the fun of it.

However, Philosphy Tube would have NEVER gotten this big if he had been female. NEVER. His explanations are bullshit, he doesn't understand philosophy, he throws people with actual gender dysphoria under the bus, and he makes a shit ton of money with it. If he had been female, people wouldn't even have watched his videos to begin with.

(Also I hope this doesn't come off as mean towards anon or something, it's just that every time I think about Philosphy Tube, I'm annoyed again haha)

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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omg i love kate bishop and there isn’t a lot of stuff on her could you do something fluffy with her? like maybe she returns from a mission with clint and when she gets home they’re both so happy to be back together again and reader is so relieved she’s okay and it’s just fluffy and soft and then have soft sex? bonus if kate could be g!p cause whew🥵

First time for everything

Pairings: g!p Kate Bishop x reader

Summary: The two of you share a nice relaxing evening until it ends with sloppy make outs and a first time for something new

Word count: 1,594

Warnings: fluff, smut, blowjobs, Kate is g!p (has a penis) if you don’t like it just don’t read

No one has permission to steal, copyright, or reblog my work as their own!!

Checking your phone for the hundredth time you looked to see if Kate texted you back. You’ve messaged her twenty three times over the past two hours, some may say you’re overreacting but when your girlfriend hasn’t responded to a single one of them and is on a mission you have a reason to be worried. Hearing the door to your apartment open you jumped on the couch and ran over to greet your girlfriend. Before she could even fully walk into the building your arms were wrapped around her in a hug. She returned it with a squeeze to your body that lifted you off of your feet, something her dad always did before he passed away.

“Looks like someone missed me.” She said as she put you down, laughing along the way.

“Of course I missed you! I sent you many texts and yet you didn’t respond to a single one I was so worried.” You said as you lightly slapped her shoulder and gave her a pout.

“Oh crap, I’m sorry my phone died a few hours ago when I was about to text you.” She looked truly sorry and you almost felt bad for her.

“Kate what did I tell you about charging your phone? Why do you think I bought you that portable charger?” You ended with a chuckle and you both walked into the kitchen to have the pizza you ordered twenty minutes ago. You were lucky she got here when she did or else it would’ve been a cold pizza night. You both settled onto the couch as you turned on the most recent episode of the show you two binge together.

“I seriously can’t believe it took them that long to get together I mean have you seen the way they look at one another? They’re clearly in love and now this random guy wants to take that away and he’s not even good looking like it’s an obvious answer.” You rambled on about a love triangle between three characters in the show as Kate stared at you with love in her eyes. When you finally finished your small debate you looked over to see if Kate had an opinion only to see her still staring at you.

“What are you looking at?” You asked with a teasing smirk.

“Just admiring the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” She says, smiling as the way you blush.

“Oh?” “Mhm. And I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to be their girlfriend.”

“Well they sound pretty amazing.” You say, flattered by all of her kind words. You don’t know what you did to deserve someone as nice and beautiful as her, yet she wonders the same about you.

She nods along with your words, “They are. They have the most amazing smile and is probably the nicest person you’ll ever meet. They’re always worried about other people, I mean they could literally be bleeding to death but they’ll always make sure you’re okay first. And let me tell you, they have the nicest ass you’ll ever see.” You broke into a fit of giggles at her last sentence. She joined you and the two of you sat there laughing on the couch with nothing but the tv lighting up the room. Once the two of you calmed down you stared into one another’s eyes.

Kate continued with what she was saying before, “And, I love them so much.”

“I think I should meet this lucky partner of yours.” You wondered if this is how she described you to everyone, especially Clint or Yelena. Even if you didn’t know it, she would go on rambles about you to Clint who was just trying to get the mission done. Even if she was taking a guy down she would talk into the ear piece about you. Clint didn’t understand how she never ran out of things to say, but as he said she’s got a case of young love.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, you might end up falling in love with them too.” She said as you pulled her into a kiss, savoring the feeling of her lips on your own. You both made out for a few minutes, taking occasional breaks to breathe and then going back to one another’s lips. You felt her hand shyly going under your shirt and playing with the back of your bra. You broke apart from the kiss to take of your shirt, letting her also take off your bra. She admired your chest, leaning in to take one in her mouth until she stopped,

“Can I?” She always asked permission before she did something to you, saying she always needed consent. You nodded and she dove in, taking your nipple in her mouth. You let out a content sigh as she focused on pleasing you. Taking her hair in your hands you gave her a light massage and lightly scratched at her scalp, she let out a moan with her mouth still full of you. You moved one of your hands down to her sweatpants and cupped her bulge through the pants. Once she finished toying with one breast she moved onto the other, sucking and licking all over. You laid her down and pulled down her bottoms finding Christmas boxers underneath.

“Really?” You laughed, “What? They’re cute don’t you think?” You rolled your eyes playfully and went to take off her shirt as well.

“They’re absolutely adorable Katey.” It was a nickname you often called her. She’d act like she hated it but you saw the red on her cheeks whenever you said the title. Pulling off her Christmas sweater you noticed that she lacked a bra seeming as when she got home she changed into more comfortable clothing. You started to lightly grind on her crotch, making contact with her confined cock beneath her boxers. You leaned down and sloppily made out with each other while you guys’ hands roamed around the others body. You leaned back to look at her, now seemingly nervous.

“Do you remember that thing you wanted to try out?” You asked her, trying not to say the actual word as you were too embarrassed.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” She said truthfully. There has been many things she has wanted to try that you haven’t got to yet. When you both met she was still a virgin and when you two had your first time she discovered multiple things she wanted to do with you.

“You know like,” you let out a sigh before continuing, “How you said you’ve always wanted to see what a blowjob felt like?” The both of you were pretty ‘vanilla’, never really trying out considerably kinky stuff but instead sticking to her fucking your pussy. You both were too nervous to bring things like this up but you wanted to try it.

“Yeah?” “Well, would you want me to give you one?” You were hoping she’d say yes so this wouldn’t have to be even more awkward. When she gave an excited nod you leaned down to her boxers, giving a light kiss to her bulge. Her hips jerked when your lips made contact with her dick, even through the boxers she could feel almost a tingling sensation. Dragging down her undergarment you grabbed her cock in your hand and slowly jerked her off watching how she reacted to it. When seeing her throw her head back you knew to take the next step and wrapped your lips around the head. All she felt was warmth wrap around her tip, you continued to jerk her off to make up for rest of her cock that wasn’t in your mouth. You started to take a bit more of her length down your throat as her hips thrusted side to side overwhelmed with pleasure. She didn’t know where to put her hands so she awkwardly placed them on your head, making you gag as she accidentally pushed you to take more. She was immediately apologizing and taking her hands off of your head but you released her from your mouth to inform her that you were fine. When she got the okay to guide you on her length she started to bring you up and down slowly. Fearing that she’d hurt you again she didn’t make you take much but when you went down further on your own command she almost exploded on the spot. She gained the confidence and made you go down on her even when you gagged. She soon couldn’t take it anymore and came in your mouth without warning. You swallowed it all and went back up to look at her.

“Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to cum that fast. I was going to warn you but it just happened.” “Shh, it’s okay. I liked it, but the question is did you like it?” You said the last part a little lower hoping she did in fact enjoy it and you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“Are you really asking me that? That was the best thing ever! Well besides when I fuck your pussy I mean that is definitely the best thing but-“ you cut off her rambling with a kiss that she melted into. She leaned her head on yours when you both broke apart, ‘I love you’s’ were whispered into one another as you both sat in comfortable silence. She leaned back a bit to look you in the eyes still slightly panting,

“Can I fuck your pussy now?”

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an ask game for writers to procrastinate working on your WIP(s)

thanks for tagging me @wellbelesbian!

1. 🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s): Basil Pitch's Diary. It's literally my only WIP.

2. 🍄Describe your WIP/one of your WIP(s) in the format of “___ + ___ =___” Bridget Jones's Diary + Carry On = We Love Baz, Just As He Is

3. 🌍What tags or warnings will one of your WIP(s) need if you intend to share it? Internalized homophobia, gaslighting, self-hatred. 😬

4. 🧭An alternative title to one of your WIP(s)? I never considered an alternative title to BPD, but the one that comes to mind now would be a huge spoiler. The alternative title to the next chapter is "I Fortunately Know a Little Magic," which is sassy and snappy (R.I.P. Howard Ashman) but less thematically relevant than the title I chose.

5. ⚠️Which WIP your most likely to finish or update next? Basil Pitch's Diary. Literally every other fic I've ever posted has been while "taking a break" from BPD, which could go on indefinitely if I let it, so I am bound and determined to finish this fucker before starting something else.

6. 💾What is your document of your WIP/ a WIP called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as) I have a list for BPD called "Chapter Checklist." It contains subtle insights "Baz is an UNRELIABLE narrator."

7. 🖍Post Any sentence(s) from your WIP. Here's Baz and Dev in ch. 7:

“Will you stay for dinner?”

“Can’t. Dev and I…”

As Niall told me about their plans I grabbed one of the football’s nylon loops and let Rusty tug on it as we walked. It seemed too late for Niall to have a date all the way in London, but what do I know about dates.

“Come with us,” said Niall.

I grimaced. “No thanks. I’ll catch up with Dev when he’s not on molly and climbing down your throat.”

“You don’t ‘catch up’ at Beast Night. You dance.”

“With whom?”

“Men.”

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP. I just looked in the trash folder of the BPD Scrivener project and found this note I don't remember writing:

Renée Zellweger would play Baz. People would be skeptical but she’d fucking nail it. Gaining weight for a role? How about growing eight inches, sprouting a happy trail, and joining the legions of undead. (Might as well cast Oscar bait.)

9. 🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet? A Watford-era get-together magickal mishap involving animal transformation and beloved children's literature. So, you know. The usual.

10. 🤡How many WIPS are you actively working on? Just the one. @facewithoutheart and I have a secret side project going that involves back-and-forth writing and it's stalled out on me. It's very fun and silly and I plan to return to it when I need a break from some of the angstier parts of BPD.

11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now? I'm not working on any one BPD scene right now, but trying to map out the rest of the fic in greater detail so that I can roll from one chapter to the next. I was struggling for a couple of weeks with how to make an unavoidable canon plot point emotionally relevant to Baz's arc, but I think I figured it out last night. Phew.

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second Kudos to send. Kudos and tags to @cutestkilla, @thewholelemon, @whatevertheweather, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @monbons, @onepintobean, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @skeedelvee, @im-gettingby, @imagineacoolusername, @iamamythologicalcreature, @youre-an-apocryphal-concept-223, @rimeswithpurple, @goblindad-emoshit, @facewithoutheart, @artsyunderstudy, @alleycat0306, @erzbethluna, @ebbpettier, @emeryhall, @f-ing-ruthless-baz, @hushed-chorus, @hertragedyconnoisseur, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ic3-que3n.

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Oh. Your tire is fucked.

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You were such a good person. That’s what you kept telling yourself at four in the fucking morning as you threw on your sweatpants to go with your big ass sleep shirt.

You owed Han a favor after he bought your meal a couple weeks ago when you forgot your wallet. You felt so dumb but swore you would pay him back.

That was before you realized this is what he was going to ask of you, to drive him to the airport in the middle of the night. He wanted to go visit some people in Malaysia during his time off and this was the only way her could get himself to the airport discreetly.

You told him to make sure he had a few hours of leeway in case things went wrong. He tried to fight you, but you knew you would have to go in with him to make sure he remained anonymous. But you also just wanted to give him time to relax before hand; knowing how stressed he can get.

He dragged himself and his suitcase out of the apartment looking as if he was barely awake. Despite that, your friend looked like he meant business. His fitted sweater and fancy jeans didn’t help him remain low key, but Han’s fashion isn’t really described with that term.

His hair was immaculate, and as he slid into the passenger seat you greeted him with a sleepy hi while he just grunted.

The airport you were headed to was half an hour away, so you just sat there with the music on low as Han seemed to have snoozed back into sleep. It was okay though, because you loved driving.

Twenty minutes in, your car had a light turn on and prompted you that your tired was low on air. You pulled off the side of the road into an empty lot to investigate.

Oh. Your tire is fucked.

Flat as fuck.

Han was looking out the window at you while you ran your hands across your face. You groaned as you went back to the other side.

“I’ve got a flat, dude. You might want to call a cab from the company. I know you wanted to remain low key, but it’s gonna be a while.”

He looked over like you were crazy. “I am not leaving you here in the middle of the country alone! Weirdos could be anywhere.”

“Well, I’m already in the car with you…”

He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “you know what I mean, y/n. It’s still dark out. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“But your flight.”

“You’re more important.”

You stopped to look at your phone for your insurance app. The options for a tow would take a couple of hours at the least for the hour it is. “Han, I’ve got to wait her for two hours. You need to call someone at least.”

He contemplated your statement. He really didn’t want you left alone; he would feel so guilty. But, he literally hasn’t been back to Malaysia since he became an idol. The inner turmoil was killing his half-awake brain. But his heart told him what to do.

“No I’m stay with you.”

“Han you’re going to miss your flight if you don’t-“

“ I know that, y/n! But if I leave, I can’t make sure that you’re safe. And you are more important to me than catch a flight. So much more important.” You looked away from the app to look at your friend. His eyes were glassier than before, and you realized he had tears gathering at the rim.

You reached your right hand over to grasp his own and get him to look over at you. “Okay, Han. I’d love the company. Why are you so upset, though?”

“Because.” He took in a huge gulp of air and breathed out slowly to give himself a second to compose himself. You were so concerned and he felt guilty for allow your face to look so sullen. He wanted that glimmer of happiness back more than anything.

He looked at his feet to try and avoid the puppy dog sadness. Before he could second guess, the words were out. “Because I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

The surprise was evident as your eyes widened. But, just as quickly, they softened and a small smile crept onto your face. “Hannie. My squirrelly man.”

He looked back to see the gorgeous flip of your emotions and just waited for you to say something else.

“Well, if you would’ve started with that I would’ve understood a lot quicker.” He chuckled nervously at your silly response.

“Yeah, sorry. I just wasn’t sure how you would respond and I got in my head too much and now I’m just rambling at you and-“

“Hey, hey, hey! I love you, too, Han Jisung.”

“You do!?”

“Why else would I wake up in the dead of night to take someone to the airport? I wanted to be the last person to say goodbye before you left me.” You sweetly reached for his chin and made his heart flutter.

“I wasn’t leaving you. I was coming back.”

“Every time you leave to travel is too long for me.” You held onto his chin as you leaned over the console of your warm car to kiss the silly man.

His face was cold compared to the warmth of the tears that had slipped from him. The contrast was surprising, but you could tell he was happy as he reciprocated the way you moved your lips against his.

This was a sensation you never expected to feel. This crush that had lingered in your brain for the last two years of befriending the nervous man had been eating away at your senses. But you persisted. Confiding in one of your mutuals, Felix. He had told you many times to tell him, but you stayed silent and ignored him enough for him to drop it.

You pulled back to wipe the salty sadness from his beautiful face and laughed when he still looked surprisedly at you. This man was going to be the death of you but, it was a willing demise.

He pulled you by your neck back into him as he aggressively took your face back into his; you were both wide awake now. The two of you were trying to connect your bodies, but the center console was still in the way.

Suddenly, the two of you were climbing over the offending object to get into the back seat of your crossover. Over his shoulder you could see that the windows were already fogging over from the excessive breathing. You crashed onto his lap, making sure to straddle him and get him between, around, under, and against you.

His existence consumed your soul; finally feeling at peace with those lingering and haunting emotions. You felt yourself falling deeper into his own both emotionally and physically.

Han made sure to deepen the kiss as he grabbed onto your lower back to pull you closer to him. In response to the intensity, the warmth you had been feeling in your heart spread down to your pussy and you were grinding against his jeans, looking for any sense of connection.

When he processed what you were up to he disconnected you two only at your mouths to speak. You stared into his pretty eyes with such intensity that he smirked nervously, "Y/n, we don't need to keep going. This isn't how I was planning to tell you how I felt! I want to take you on a date. I had a plan..."

There wasn't even an inch of space between your lips as they ghosted over each other while he spoke, and it was driving you crazy. Along with his overthinking that you had gotten used to. "Ji, life hardly ever goes as planned. We have over an hour before someone shows up. I want you to fuck me."

He swallowed harshly as you continued to feel his breath fan over your own, "Can I make love to you for the first time?"

"You're so cute!" You squeal at your man that was melting your heart and making you wetter than you've ever been, "Please do, love."

He pecked your lips before he grabbed your waist and pull you off to his side, even though you detested the removal of your crotch on his confined hard on. He reached up front to pull your seat forward and proceeded to remove his pants to relieve some pressure. You immediately moaned at the tent and instinctively reached for it before he stopped you. "My lady, you're first. I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember."

You nodded understandingly and he sat himself on the floor in front of you and pulled your sweats off you completely; taking your underwear with and leaving you exposed to the colder air. You huffed a heavy sigh as he took your knees over his shoulders and wasted no time at eating you out.

You groaned as he suctioned his lips to your clit and applied a blissful amount of pleasure. Your body became a liquid as you slumped further into him and pressed your cunt into his face.

He snickered as he watched your immediate response. After edging you some he released your bud to plunge his tongue into your vagina and slurped all of the fluids, "God, if this is how you react just to my mouth, I can't imagine how you'll take my fingers or my cock.". You felt yourself clench over his needy tongue as he nudged his nose into your clit. You couldn't stop staring at the love of your life as he continued bringing you more pleasure than you'd felt with anyone else.

He pulled back to watch you writhe in obvious superb ecstasy. You began whimpering at the lack of pressure, "Can't use your words already, babe? That won't look very good when the tow truck shows up." Before you could even form a quippy response, he plunged two fingers into your hold, causing a yelp to escape.

Happy with your state, he returned his tongue to your swollen clit as your orgasm began building. You looked away at something to grab for stability as you felt like you were going to float away if he continued.

He reached out for one hand and clasped them together to keep you grounded through your emotions. The other found purchase on his hair as you gripped onto both for dear life.

Your whining got higher pitched and you tried to say his name to let him know you were almost over the peak. But all he could hear was "H-H-haaaa" as you tried screaming his name through your orgasm. He kept fingering you through your flustered state to the point of overstimulation and you started shaking over his digits.

Once he was satisfied with your actions, he swapped the hole his fingers had been in for his mouth and groaned, "Get on my lap, sweetie."

He sat down in the opposite end of the back seat and took his boxer briefs off to free his monster erection from its confines. You crawled on all four to him and took a quick slurp of his precum before straddling him. He sighed at the sight and grabbed both of your ass cheeks with full force as you help yourself over him.

Han held himself up and guided you slowly onto him, but you took him fully without a second thought. He hissed at the sudden tightness and warmth of your walls. While you stayed there for a second, ho grabbed your face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, "I've always known you would feel perfect around me. But I didn't know exactly what that felt like until now. You are perfection. I love you so much, y/n"

"I love you, Hannie." You continued to passionately make out and express your love through actions when you were ready to start riding him. You kept a slow face, trying to take in the feeling of him rubbing all of you. The shape was exquisite and you were sure you had died and gone to heaven. How could he be this perfect??

You pulled his shirt up while you continued consuming and gnawing at his lips and felt his firm chest in your small hands. You reached for his nipples and tweaked both at once. He whined into your mouth and started grinding up into you.

His hands had wandered, too. One playing with your braless breast, which he felt was on purpose for him, and the other finding your sore button to help you through another orgasm.

You two kept this up for who knows how long, but you couldn't care becasue this was the only place you wanted to be. The sun had started rising and painted you both in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks as you both reached your climax. "In me... please." you whined, and he started thrusting into you at an inhuman speed and released his seed where you had asked for it.

As you both sat there panting, you realized the warmth from the sheen of sweat coating both of your forms and cracked the windows.

You two softly exchanged more kisses while you came down. Han couldn't believe how fucking lucky he was, but his brain and his words had to ruin the beautiful moment, "If this is how you take me to the airport, I'm never riding with the staff ever again."

You rolled your eyes and let out a heaving chuckle at the love of your life and simple stated, "Love you, too, Han."

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