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Tokay gecko, ceramic
#her name is Jennifer Lopez#she’s the mascot of one of my D&D campaigns#she’s trans too because the blue color is way more fun#one of the pcs is named Shakira#and the party convinced an NPC that their name was Beyoncé#ceramic art#handbuilt pottery#handbuilding#ceramics#handbuiltceramics#tokay gecko#the arcane cat can art#the arcane cat can talk
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Bandit Like Me - 00
Synopsis: You meet Ellie at her album release and she offers you her jacket.
Pairing: Rockstar!Ellie x Musician!Reader (Side Abby x Reader)
Warnings: None, really; Ellie's a slut (and southern); Reader's a slut (and southern); Reader isn't explicitly femme or masc, but I'm femme and everything I do is for myself; Eventual Smut; Joel is Super Alive
A/N: I haven't written something with a real plot that wasn't about Jennifer's Body in 5ever ! Also a transphobic radfem reblogged my last fic... terrifying. I would rather not interact with TERFs ever <3
Word Count: 1,252
On TLOU2 and Palestine
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You need air- or at least, that’s what you told Abby before you rushed out onto the back patio, away from all the warm bodies, glitter, and the sounds of the world ending. It’s overwhelming being surrounded by celebrities now after all the years of shitty apartments and college parties. Now, they’re supposed to be your peers… or something like that.
You probably weren’t supposed to be here, on the guest list for one of the biggest parties of the year at Ellie’s absurd mansion- all dressed up to celebrate her. You definitely weren’t supposed to be outside, on her back patio in the cold New York air, watching her strum her guitar to herself.
You know you’re intruding, but you just can’t turn around. Not when Ellie looks so… like that with her signature guitar in her lap and her hair messily piled up on her head. She’s under-dressed in her blue jeans and wife beater. The only sign that she isn’t in the same tax bracket as you is the bright red racer jacket covering her arms. You’d seen that jacket a million times in photos. On-stage, in paparazzi photos, in music videos.
You hadn’t expected her here, outside all alone. Not when all the people worth name-dropping were inside, celebrating the release of her newest album. It seemed she was already working on the next thing. You hadn’t expected to get to speak to her either. She’d been famous since you’d been in high school- you still had her old country songs from long before she was a rockstar saved to your phone.
She must know you’re here- you didn’t make much effort to hide your arrival- but she stays focused. Her eyes are trained on her hand at the neck of the guitar, and she’s got that wrinkle between her brows like she’s doing surgery. The longer you wait, the more awkward you feel.
“Now, what would your daddy say if he saw you right now?” You manage a bit of confidence as you take a few steps toward where she’s seated, legs crossed on the concrete. It feels like a safe enough topic; something you could talk about for a while.
She chuckles, already back to being the impossibly charming star she was back inside. She flirts the same way that she breathes- instinctually, “What if I told you that he taught me everything I know?”
The answer? You wouldn’t be surprised. You’d grown up listening to Joel’s music with your parents, and you could hear bits and pieces of him all over her music. There were touches of him in your own work too. You still idolized him- had nearly choked on your drink when you saw him inside.
“About guitar,” you murmur, already melting into her, “or women?”
“Both, but there was only so much he could tell me about guitar,” she jokes. She finally looks up from her guitar, green eyes intense as she watches you squirm in front of her, “Did he see me leave?”
You shrug in response, your arms wrapped around you as you realize how cold it is. You can feel the goosebumps along your arms, and you’re starting to really regret your outfit choice, “I couldn’t say. He looked pretty relaxed the last time I saw him.”
She starts strumming again, something familiar- you recognize it from one of her first albums. It felt like those albums were a lifetime ago, but you remember listening to her debut when you were still in high school. She was only a couple of years older than you, but it seemed she was speaking right to you. You’d recognize those first tracks any day. Her strumming stopped again when you shivered and breathed into the cold air.
“Take my jacket,” she placed her guitar aside gently and began to remove the expensive leather for you, “Joel’d be pissed if I let you freeze out here, sugar.”
“Oh no, I couldn’t,” you protest, finally sitting next to her but certainly keeping your distance. You weren’t here to get starstruck and fall hopelessly in love with your seventeen-year-old self’s crush. You were supposed to be getting fresh air. You’d already promised Abby that you wouldn’t get into trouble tonight.
“You could,” she shoved the jacket toward you, “And you should.”
You push her hand back toward her, “Ellie, I know better.”
The smirk on her face doesn’t let up as she drawls, “You’re really hurting my ego here.”
“One second I’m in your jacket, the next I’m in your bed. I know how you are.”
“I’ve heard similar stories about you,” Ellie placed her jacket in front of you and crossed her arms, celebrating her minor victory as you picked it up and used it to cover your legs, “You don’t have to hop in my bed for it, I promise. I’m still a gentleman. Just don’t tell your girlfriend.”
“I’m sure she won’t mind. She’s a big fan,” You wink. ‘Fan’ might be a strong word here, but so was ‘girlfriend.’ What you and Abby had was something in between that. You looked good together, and you had fun. You tried not to think too much about Ellie knowing anything about your love life.
She reached for her guitar again with a laugh, “Yeah, I’m sure.”
You watched as she stood to leave, seemingly pleased with that being the end of your interaction. You stood awkwardly and called her name, folding her jacket over your arm. She only turned back around to you when she reached the door back into her house, “Your jacket?”
And god, you want to push her for how cocky she looks as she turns on her heel to grin at you, “Don’t worry, I’ll take it back once I’ve seen you in it.”
The moment she’s inside, the whole interaction feels fake. The only evidence you have of the moment is the red leather covering your arm, and you feel like a ridiculous teenager as you bring it to your nose to take in her scent. It smells earthy and expensive and now you’re certain you were smart not to put it on. If you had kept bantering with her, surrounded by her scent like this, you would be in trouble.
You stay outside, thinking about the feeling of being with Ellie for a little longer before heading back in to find Abby. She lights up when she sees you, her large arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you in like you really do belong to her. She’s warm against you, and when she gives you your personal space back, she has confusion contorting her face as she stares at the leather folded over your arm, “That’s new.”
“Yeah,” you attempt to shrug off the edge in her voice, “I ran into Ellie Williams outside and it was cold so she-”
“She left her own party to sit outside and wait for a pretty girl to need a jacket?” She murmurs into your ear, pulling you back into her. You can already tell she’s preparing to make this a thing.
You frown up at her, “She was working on a song or something. I interrupted her and she was really nice about it.”
“I’m sure she was.”
“Oh, stop it,” you hook your free arm around her neck, “She knew I came with you.”
That makes the corners of her mouth perk up. She presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth before responding, “Good.”
Housekeeping: Dividers again by @saradika ; pinterest board that got me here ; As always, I'm a black femme lesbian and that's my truth
#ellie williams#wlw#abby anderson#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams x reader#the last of us#tlou2#ellie williams fic#ellie williams fanfic#rockstar!ellie#fame au#zavi learns to write♍
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Criminal Minds Women, and how they act when they’re jealous? Thank you!
Criminal Minds - They're Jealous (Preferences)
Classification: Fluff
Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis
Warnings: None
Word count: +600
Alex Blake
4/10
- Being a more reserved and quiet person, she may not feel or show jealousy easily. However, when this happens she can react in one of two ways: stop next to you and wait for whoever is trying to gain your attention to realize that you're together, or simply be direct about it, being as calm and rational as possible. Then, in privacy and comfort, Alex will kiss you passionately, hands on waist caressing tenderly and never admitting that this reassures her more than any words could.
Elle Greenaway
7/10
- Let's say she doesn't get jealous often and it's not easy to cause it, that's what the brunette says. Elle isn't so subtle, you know immediately what's going on, because in a millisecond she changes her body expression, also gets serious and keeps silent, giving short answers. If you're at work, she'll stare blatantly, anger showing in every facial muscle. If you're in a bar or other public place, she'll just lean in and kiss you, resting her arm on your shoulder. She's certainly the most probable to pick a fight.
Emily Prentiss
5/10
- This woman would try not to let her jealousy show and would deny it to the death to anyone who asked, but she can't be as discreet as imagines. When she's jealous, the agent laughs more than she normally would and sometimes, without even realizing it, she slips out a few sarcastic phrases, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. If Emily becomes self-conscious about how is acting and reacting, she will apologize to you, a little embarrassed, and try to talk about it. Words of affirmation and physical touch are very effective ways of reassuring her, like holding hands under the table or using affectionate nicknames.
Jennifer Jareau
9/10
- Of all of them, the blonde is by far the most jealous. In addition to being easily susceptible, it's evident in every look, gesture and word, a growing anger at any provocation or inappropriate attention another person gives you. She finds it difficult to express this verbally or talk about the topic, but JJ is usually protective and very affectionate in these moments, which means arms wrapped around your body, hands held with fingers intertwined, an occasional kiss between collarbone and neck… possibly a mark in the same place will be made later, a hickey that she will constantly admire and be proud of, because you are hers and only hers.
Penelope Garcia
4/10
- Surprisingly, the hacker is jealous and doesn't make a point of hiding the fact. There are rare moments and it takes a bit of effort to happen, like when Derek calls you "Baby Girl" and she's openly bothered. At first, you both think the reason is because it's his exclusive nickname for her, only to quickly discover, in a friendly conversation, that she actually doesn't like anyone calling you affectionate names except herself, especially the sweet ones. And the man almost gets slapped on the head for teasing her on purpose. After all that, Penelope laughs and gives you a tender kiss, calling you all the sweet names she can think of, delighted to see you blush with some of them.
Tara Lewis
2/10
- Jealousy isn't on her agenda, even if you've been in a relationship for years it's possible to count on one hand how many times she's been jealous. If it does happen she's super chill during the whole thing, you hardly notice except for that familiar smile that doesn't really reach the eyes and fingers stroking down your forearm tortuously slow, believe, Tara doesn't even realize what she's doing until someone tells her. The topic is brought up in a pleasant conversation, with a few laughs and glasses of wine, which surely ends in a cuddling session.
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Transcript:
Albin (Murph): Uh, Calliope, do you have a name?
Emily: Uh, I think Calliope looks through her criminal [laughs] stack of fake passports with fake names and fake identities, but she's like, you know what? This is a chance to try on a hat that I once really wanted to wear. And I think she thinks back to TGI Skydays when she saw Freddy proposing to Addie. [The others laugh.] And she thought of like, how nice it must be to not have to find your own purpose because you can just make someone else your purpose.
Albin: Oh, no.
Caldwell: Aw?
Emily: And she thinks back to Glenn.
Albin: (desperately) No.
Emily: And she said--
Callie (Emily): I would like to be… Glennifer--
Albin: [laughs] Oh no. No.
Callie: --Skydays.
[Caldwell laughs.]
Calder (Jake): I… I hate it and like it at the same time.
Albin: Okay so… I see…
Sol (Caldwell): I mean it's got a real ring to it.
Albin: Right… okay…
Callie: Glennifer.
Albin: Glennifer.
Sol: Glennifer Skydays.
Callie: Skydays.
Albin: Skydays. And you spell that… just…
Calder: But it's like in a strong, healthy, I don't need this anymore--
Albin: Like, okay, so it's a combination--
Callie: No no no. Absolutely not.
Calder: Oh, okay.
[Caldwell laughs.]
Albin: So it's a combination--
Callie: It's like when you took-- it's like when you took the potion of fire breathing to see like, if you'd like it.
Calder: Oh. Yeah. Right.
Albin: Isn't Jennifer your therapist's name?
Callie: [laughs] yes.
Albin: So you've--
Callie: I've combined it.
Albin: The source-- the source of your pain?
Callie: Look, I have an erotic impulse towards both of them! [Emily laughs.]
Albin: We're not gonna dig any deeper into that.
Sol: Right. No.
Calder: I did drink the fire breathing potion. I'm gonna stay out of your way.
Albin: Tha-- very good, Glennifer. Sol?
Caldwell: Um, Sol also thinks back to the TGI Skydays.
[Emily laughs.]
Albin: Why? Is there? We don't-- We don't have to.
Caldwell: Uh, Sol's in full panic mode [Murph: Okay.] And like, he hears the word Skydays, thinks back, and very confidently with a shaky grin goes
Sol: Potato… Skindersin?
Albin: Yes! [Emily laughs.] Very good.
Sol: Final answer.
Calder: That is on the menu.
Albin: Okay. Your name is… Potato.
Sol: Tater to my friends!
Albin: Tater to your friends.
Calder: Alright, Tate!
Callie: I'm only Glennifer.
Albin: Only Glennifer. Full name.
Callie: You can't-- if you collapse it, then you miss out half of myself.
Albin: Calder, please!
Sol: Bring us home.
Jake: Calder thinks deeply about TGI Skydays. [Caldwell and Emily laugh.]
Albin: Please. Calder. I beg of you. You're all gonna die. You're all going to die.
Calder: I remember… when I spoke with the waiter about not being served.
Albin: Okay?
Calder: I clocked that his name was Doug.
Albin: D-- okay. Well, that's a name! Yes, that's a normal name. Okay.
Calder: It is a name. Alright. Doug.
Albin: Doug?
Calder: Doug DaVirgin.
Albin: Doug-- [Caldwell and Emily laugh.] Okay. Like he's a virgin.
Calder: That's right.
Albin: Great. Okay.
Sol: That's-- that's a little character work in there too. I like that!
Calder: I just-- I project that onto Doug.
Callie: I'm the heiress to the Skydays fortune--
Albin: Jesus.
Callie: --and I'm married to Glen.
Albin: So you took his name by adding it to your first name?
Callie: As is the custom.
Albin: Okay.
Sol: And it's not really important to the mission but Tater does fuck a lot.
Albin: (so, so tired) Okay.
Sol: And it's fun because like, Doug's a virgin but Tater fucks a lot but we're still really good friends.
Calder: We are! Yeah.
Albin: Really good stuff everyone.
Calder: Doug's a wingman.
Sol: Yeah!
#naddpod#ba2mia#duck team being insane i love you so much#calliope petrichor#calder kilde#sol bufo#they’re so. like this.#murph and albin become one in this scene#naddclips
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we never go out of style! [min’s circle]
PAIRING. haechan x fem!oc
WARNINGS. none
SYNOPSIS. what happens when one of the famous professional volleyball players of the country publicly shoots his shot at a global popstar? well, she shows up to his game with his mother, of course! [or alternatively: the whole world watches as a popstar and an athlete fall in love.]
— “drama club! 😎🤞🏼” gc
lumine aster — pop girlie currently making waves in the industry. she started acting when she was young but slowly transitioned to being a musician, with her debut single being a massive hit. she’s pretty much on top of the game right now, having just released her second studio album almost a year ago, but it comes with the price of everyone watching her every move, analyzing everything she does, as well as all her relationships. she just ended a three-year relationship seven months ago, and had a brief fling with an old co-star of hers after. she is currently on a break before she kicks off the european leg of her world tour
debut album— brutal
sophomore album — honeymoon fades
giselle uchinaga – actress that occasionally sings, has been lumine's best friend since they first worked together when they were 12, she's put out two albums and a few eps but she mainly focuses on acting
somi jeon — singer-actress, friends with basically everyone in the industry so it wasn't a surprise when she announced that she would be having her own talk show, became friends with lumine after they met at a mutual friend's party
jennifer huh — singer-songwriter and lumine's producer, vocalist and lead guitarist of the band 'the celestials', has been friends with lumine since they met at an awards show
MIN’S CIRCLE | prev / masterlist / next
NOTE. was def thinking of lumine from genshin when i named this oc HAHAHAHA she’s kinda based on olivia (if the use of her photo and songs are not indication enough 😭) i also made two playlists as her “albums” … first one is basically just sour with a bit of gracie’s songs 😭 but yeah !! here’s lumine and her besties :D
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ref sheet (kinda) for jwccsona!!! @zeninix u wanted a ref ? :0
she is filipino :D her full first name is Jennifer (but no one rlly calls her that…) she got into camp bcs shes a semi-famous youtuber that caters to teenagers LOL
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It's A Date
pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader
category: fluff
warnings: none
word count: 786
summary: you meet jj at a bar and set up a date
I took a sip of my beer while looking around the bar. There were a few new people which was strange. I came here almost every night and I'd never seen them before. I locked eyes with a blonde and felt my heart skip a beat. I held eye contact for a second too long and I felt my heart sink when she looked away.
"Another beer hon?" My friend Hayden asked. He was the bartender here, one of the main reasons why I always came.
"Sure."
"She's hot isn't she?"
"Who?"
"The blonde." I took a long sip of my beer and nodded. "I think she'd go for you." He leaned forward on his elbows.
"Probably not."
"Come on. Don't put yourself down like that."
"She probably can't even tell if I'm gay. It's not easy being gay in Texas." I rested my chin on my fist.
"Amen." He got a beer for himself and clinked my bottle with his before moving onto other drinkers.
I hadn't had a girlfriend in so long and it was hard to hit on anyone because I didn't know if they were actually gay or not and I didn't want to make enemies. I had only been with three women in my life and none of them were from the south. "Excuse me." I jumped a bit when I heard a man's deep voice behind me.
"Hi." I turned around in my chair, my eyes half lidded. I had had three beers and I was getting a bit drowsy. "What do you need?"
"Hey there. I'm a friend of blondies over there." He pointed to the hot blonde I saw earlier. She was playing darts with raven haired woman. "She wanted me to come ask you if you'd be willing to go out with her."
"She...asked you...to ask me?" I turned my focus back to him.
"Yup. I'm designated wingman." He laughed and got a beer for himself.
"She's not gonna come over here?" He shook his head with a smile.
"She was too nervous. Thought she would blow it if she came over." When I looked back to her she was looking at me and we made eye contact. I gave her a smile and a flirty wave. "So what's your name?"
"She can tell you." I grabbed my beer and walked over to her. "Hey hon."
"Hey." She looked like she was at a loss for words. "D-did Morgan talk to you?" She brushed her hair out of her face.
"He sure did. Said you wanted to go out with me some time."
"Yeah...yeah I wanna do that." She looked like she was getting more confident now.
"I haven't seen you around. Where are y'all from?" I looked around at her friends.
"We're from Quantico. We work for the FBI." She looked a bit smug now, rightfully so. I felt my heart thrum in my chest. "You from here?"
"Can you not tell by the accent?"
"Honestly I'm a little distracted by your unbuttoned blouse." I laughed and looked down at myself. I could clearly see my bra and toned, tanned stomach.
"So you're from Quantico...but you want me to go out with you?"
"Yes I do."
"So..."
"I'm not against long distance. As long as it's not long term." At some point she has dragged me back to the bar and ordered herself the same beer I was drinking. "Do you feel the same?"
"I've never tried...so I don't know." My voice got a bit quieter.
"If you give me your number I can give you a call."
"Mhm...if you live in Virginia...why are you here?"
"I catch serial killers. I travel all over the country."
"Oh. How's that? Stressful?"
"A bit. Sometimes I don't know if I'm going to come home but I trust my team. Whenever I'm stressed about it I know I can lean on them."
"That must be nice."
"You don't have anyone?"
"Just a couple friends. No family though?"
"Dead?"
"No. Didn't like that I was gay. I've always had this fantasy of moving to the north so I was more accepted...so I can be who I really am but Texas is my home, you know?"
"Yeah I get it. I do." I could see her eyes soften. "Listen...I should probably get going back to my hotel. I have to be at the police station pretty early. But I should be off work by six, so if you're available tomorrow night..." She trailed off.
"Right...here's my number." I grabbed a napkin and wrote it down.
"I'll call you." She stood up and put the napkin in her jean pocket. "Dinner. Tomorrow. 6:30."
"It's a date?" I confirmed.
"It's a date."
#x reader#criminal minds#jennifer jareau#jennifer jareau x reader#wlw post#lgbtq#jennifer jareau x you
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Blessed post where you detail the storytelling points proving Derek's very young age both when the fire happened and during the show. And it's during the show too, because we may have been watching for six years but the story actually spans about two if I'm not mistaken?
The college-age-Derek-when-the-fire-happened truthers have been around forever and my favorite line from them is: "Why do you want so badly Derek/Kate to have been statutory rape? Just so your fave can claim more suffering?"
And it's not untrue that we like to see our faves suffer because it makes for compelling storytelling. The jokes and memes about the hurt-comfort are true. But this isn't that? No one ever walked up to J*ff D*vis and asked him to write up the story in a way that keeps supporting a timeline where Derek was 16 when the fire happened. He did that all by himself and it's not on us that we went along with it and didn't just discount the actual storytelling for retconning claims D*vis made in some interview or panel or other.
And more importantly, why are these people so passionately for this retconning? That's the real question. Why do they want so badly for Derek to have been 19 or 20 or even 22 (which would be beyond a stretch no matter how you retconned it) when the fire happened? Why is it so much more palatable to them -better yet, why do they think it would be so much more palatable, so much less the suffering for Derek if he'd been college-age? Is it maybe a secret third idea that it's not even rape if he's a legal adult? That being underage is the only thing that made Derek/Kate not actually consensual? That made it rape?
The funny thing is that Derek is not even my favorite. I do like him but I also happen to like Allison and Scott just as much. And it's Stiles that happens to be my favorite, and I am very much in love with Sterek, but I liked both Derek and Jennifer (however complicated the ship ended up being) and I liked him with Braeden especially because she was the first canon love interest (Paige aside) he got that was actually a good match for him, that genuinely cared for him and didn't hurt him. The point is that Derek doesn't have to be your favorite to call out what Kate did to him as what it actually was, and it doesn't make you sexist either (I've seen the argument, they're really that stupid).
Obligatory addition that Sterek is fanon at the end of the day. So is any other ship involving adult Derek and a teenage character. So @ Derek haters (there's a Venn diagram that shows the impressive overlap between Derek haters and the above-mentioned truthers) who love accusing Derek of being what Kate actually was: canonically Derek had Paige when they were both 16, then he was 16 or even 22 and Kate is established older than Derek (which is what makes 22-year-old Derek impossible when the fire happened because Kate was 22 according to the chem teacher whose name I forget and who told her how to burn the Hales down), then he's an adult and he has Jennifer (who is a high school English teacher and that speaks for itself) and then he has Braeden (who was, like, a marshall or something years ago, before losing her job obsessing over hunting down Malia's mother or something, and I'm pretty sure that also speaks for itself on the question of Braeden's possible minimum age). Even that scene with Erica in season 2, poorly executed as it was, had Derek literally throwing off of him the only teenager that made a move on him (what Erica was actually going for is not the point here at all).
I haven't touched the show in years and I didn't watch the movie either, so correct me if I'm wrong about any of this. But anyway, thanks for reading my rant. It's defending Derek o'clock apparently because there's just some things in this fandom that can really grate your cheese.
thank you anon!
yeah i do not know where people got the idea of derek being much older. in the presentation pilot script derek is specifically said to be 19 but they realized that if the fire was 6 years previous than he would've been 13 when he was involved with kate so they aged him a few years so he'd be 16.
of course that still isn't super great but jeff clearly had a specific story in mind for what happened with derek and how the fire occurred. picking up on those storytelling cues isn't us wishing bad things upon a character and it doesn't make me or anyone else a bad person. it's us engaging with the story and understanding what the creator is trying to convey to their audience without it being explicitly said.
and while it's conjecture that kate was a substitute teacher because it was never confirmed in canon i think there's evidence to support the idea between the on fire novel and how in season 2 the the argents infiltrate the school system. her being a substitute would explain not only how she was able to gain such access to derek but also how she knew to approach harris and how to approach him to get the information she wanted.
when i was watching the show while it was still running from 2012-2014 it was pretty accepted fandom wide that derek was very early 20s and had been 16 when the fire happened. it has only been since i returned in 2023 that i've seen an uptick in the idea that derek wasn't underage when he and kate were involved.
peter and cora's comments in visionary about age were tongue in cheek. it was show winking at the fans about how they were shit with character ages and timelines. and even then despite how messy the teen wolf timeline is we can be reasonably certain of a lot of events within canon and suss out ages and such.
derek wasn't in his 30s during the show. he wasn't even over 25. he was barely in his 20s. scott and stiles treat him like a peer because he is one. the idea of him being some much older guy needs to be put to rest.
i didn't go into detail with kate's behavior in that post because it was about whether or not derek graduated beacon hills high but like kate is a sexual predator. the narrative is very consistent with her behavior.
she makes several suggestive comments about both jackson and scott. in the tell when she's tormenting derek at the hale house she says:
"this one grew up in all the right places. I don't know whether to kill it or lick it."
that is not ambiguous. i've discussed kate and derek before here and here.
her behavior towards de-aged derek isn't ambiguous either.
kate argent is a sexual predator that likes teenage boys. she groomed and raped teenage derek all the while planning to murder his family. this doesn't get any better if derek had been older and was in a consentual relationship with kate.
there's a very consistent story throughout the entire show of derek's consent and body being violated by others for their own gain. kate, gerard, deaton and scott, the twins and kali, jennifer and even the nogitsune.
and yet antis like to turn that all around on derek which i've discussed here about how derek isn't a perfect abuse victim and how it's been used against derek here.
when people deny what happened to derek it's with the same reasonings that people deny men can experience sexual assault and rape. like, how many times has a female teacher engaged in sexual misconduct with a male student only for the comments to be that he should've been grateful and enjoy an older woman's attention? look at the way the news coverage of mary kay letourneau was handled.
i have discussed derek's turning of erica here, here and here. more here about the subject.
the whole sterek thing. it's whatever to me at this point. antis seem to think they're gonna make people stop shipping it when they're not. there's no moral high ground.
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Forever without you
Angst 🌖| Space travel Au 🌕 | Female reader 🩵 | Fluff🌙 | Scenario✨
Tw: Implied death
An: I saw one of those TikToks where people ask couples scenario questions. One of them was if you and your partner were in space with a group of people and your pod malfunctioned and woke you up earlier than planned would you let them (your partner)sleep or would you wake them up? This is inspired by that and that one movie (it has Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt in it). Disclaimer I’ve never seen that movie but I know their pods break while they are on their space journey. I wanted to write something semi-sad for a change of pace. I might turn this into a full fic later but I don’t know yet. Anyways, happy reading.
Genre: Seungcheol x female reader
Theme: Right person not enough time / Lost Love / established relationship
Summary: you and seungcheol are selected to be one of the many couples who get to go to a new planet to start over. However, the trip doesn’t go exactly as planned.
Word count: 1730
“I’m sorry but we don’t seem to have that name on file,” one of the workers tells you as they scroll through the list of names on their tablet.
“that’s impossible the email that I got specifically said to come here and ask for his file by name,” you say sadness and a bit of anger laced in your tone.
Feeling frustrated you let out a deep sigh before checking your phone. You noticed the date March 14th two years to the date since that day, the day your world changed forever. You fiddle with the ring on your left hand. Originally, he had given it to you as an anniversary present. It served as his promise to you.
“Wait here it is Mr. Choi, right? “She asked as she double-checked her screen.
Nodding you confirm and shortly after two men come out of the back with a large box full of his things. You had thanked them before signing for the box and taking it with you back to your apartment. A short cab ride later and you had arrived at the high-rise that you’ve called home since that day. It was supposed to be your new home with Cheol. after all, he had designed it along with the pods that brought you to this place. Stepping into the unit you are greeted by your cat as you remove your shoes and place the box on the table next to you.
After getting settled you place the box on your work desk before switching on the lights and having a seat in front of it. For a while you just stare at the box until a brief, but small meow escapes your cat pulling you back to reality. “I know... I know but it’s been so long and I- I’m not sure if I’m ready.” You tell the furry animal. Soon she begins to paw at the wires under your desk before you take her and move her to her tower in the other room. Placing her on the tower you return back to your office before taking a deep breath and reaching into the box. Your heart begins to race as your hands find an envelope post marked to you. You run your fingers over the writing, His writing before setting it down and continuing.
The next item is an old picture of the two of you. It was of your first official date. You smile as you recall the memory. The two of you had met at a friend’s engagement party and had been inseparable ever since. When Coups had asked you on a date it had been about two weeks after that party, there was a carnival in town, and he couldn’t wait to take you. In fact, you made it a group trip with him and his friends. You guys ended up staying the whole weekend. It was a little unconventional for a first real date, but you grew to cherish the time. Looking at the picture one last time you set it on your desk before reaching back in the box. This time you had come across a few of his hoodies and a few discs. You place the hoodies folded on the other chair next to you before grabbing the discs and setting them on your desk. It had been a long time since you were able to watch anything in disc form. Most forms of media had been preloaded onto a projector so now all you had to do was pick up your remote and press play. After looking at the discs you decide to start with the letter. Opening it you begin to read its contents. : Love, if you’re reading this then that means that something went wrong concerning the pods and I’m not with you right now. Though I can’t be with you physically I want you to know that I’ll always be in your heart and that you’ll always have mine. I’m assuming you got the discs. There should be about 12 or so total depending on what time the malfunction happened that’s if it happened. Everything that you need is on them. Make sure you watch them in order it’s important. I know we had a lot planned together but I want you to know that you will get through this and that I will always be rooting for you. If you need anything the guys are always there so don’t be afraid to reach out to them. Also, don’t be afraid to start over I know it’s gonna be hard at first, but I believe in you. Yours always, Cheol.
Once you finish the letter you wipe your tears and pick up the first of many discs. However, before you can watch it you have to look for your old DVD player. Getting up you make your way into the hallway closet near your living room before digging through a few boxes. Eventually, you locate the DVD player and begin to make your way back to your office. However, before you do you take the chance to change into one of Cheol’s hoodies from the box and a pair of pajama pants before you eventually make your way to your office. Setting the DVD player on the desk you plug it in before you turn off the lights and place the first disc next to it before turning it on. It takes a while to boot up before the familiar logo starts to dance across the screen. Placing the disc in the machine you wait for it to load and soon Coup’s face pops up on the screen. For a moment you contemplate turning it off not sure if you’re ready. Taking a deep breath, you press play, and the video begins. He’s sitting at his desk drawing up what looks like blueprints for something. Soon one of the boys calls his name pulling him from his work. Looking up he offers a small smile to the camera. “Why are you filming me I thought you were supposed to be documenting the project.” He questions amusement in his tone. “Well since you’re the lead engineer on the project and you’re currently working on what will become our beds for the next couple of lightyears. I figured they’d want to see the before stages too.” Vernon chimes.
“Plus, what if she sees this? “He inquires.
“If all goes well, she shouldn’t have to see it.” Coups says reminding his friend. There is a brief moment of silence before another person pipes up.
“Oh, please by time this comes out I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you were probably be married with kids.” Mingyu half jokes.
“we’ve only been on one date dude.” Coups reveals.
“Yeah, but we’ve all seen the way you two stare at each other. It’s as if one of you is gonna float away or something.” Vernon teases as the two share a laugh. Cheol’s face begins to burn red from the teasing of the younger men. You smile to yourself seeing them all together again as the video continues. When you to met originally it was a Boo’s engagement party though Vernon had been the one to introduce you to Cheol.
Eventually, you two had started dating shortly after that and a few years later his project at work had been approved for launch. Initially, he was so excited about it but as time went on, he began to have a few worries but he tried not to let them show. Also as time went on you two grew closer and closer and eventually you were one of two couples to be chosen to go to this new planet. He explained it as his bosses wanting him to help out with some of the living arrangements and though you were skeptical about it at first eventually you came around. If only you knew then what you know now. Hours passed as you watched all the other videos. In some, he talks about your time together and how nervous he was when you met his parents. In another about the time you were house-sitting for him and Kuma got out. He laughs at the memory now.
Soon, you make it to the last one. At this point, you get up to check on the time and it is well past midnight into the early morning of the next day. As you return to your desk you press play for the finale time that night. This time coups is sitting at the front of the ship staring at the stars. For a while he just sits there in silence occasionally glancing between the sky and the camera. His hair is longer almost past his shoulders but not quite. Turning towards the camera he takes a deep breath before he begins.
“This will be my last vlog.” He states letting the words hang in the air.
“I tried to fix the pod but without the right components it’s basically useless.” He states while rubbing his face out of frustration.
“I know at some point you’ll see this, and I want you to know that I’ll always love you.” He exclaims looking directly into the camera.
In that moment you take in a breath wiping the stray tear that began to fall from your eye with his sleeve. He continues saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and family members leaving instructions for how you are to be taken care of etc. Eventually, you watch as he walks over to the suites and begins to put one on. Making his way to the airlock he gives the camera one last smile before the screen goes black. Once the video ends you sit there soaking in his final words for what feels like forever. Eventually, you manage to pull yourself from your desk and try to get some form of sleep. However, just as you are about to place the discs back into the box your computer dings from the corner of your desk catching your attention. Walking over to it you click on the notification revealing an email. Shocked by its contents you back away from your desk in disbelief before you drop your computer and sit on the floor staring at it. The email reads: Don’t give up on me yet. -Coups
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Spanking Women - College Justice!
from the discontinued SpankingWomen
CELL BLOCK D
None of the inmates at the Hazelwood Correctional Facility wanted to get transferred to Cell Block D. It was reserved for the women who couldn’t behave themselves once already within the walls of the facility. Smartmouths, liars, women who started fights, women who ducked out on chores, women who gave the guards a hard time, women who didn’t obey. One guard referred to it as "The Home of the Brats." It was a fitting name.
Cell Block D was essentially run and governed by Diana Adams. But the inmates knew her by no such name. To them, she was known only as Madam. She was a strong, no-nonsense woman, 40ish and straightforward.
The Madam of Cell Block D had a rather simple approach to discipline. She treated her prisoners like bad little girls and spanked their bare butts. There was a room right in the middle of the cells, a room with one door and no windows. However, the walls of this particular room were thin enough that the other prisoners could easily overhear what was happening in there. That was intentional. Madam liked it that way.
Some called it The Punishment Room, some referred to it as The Spanking Room, but most knew it as The Crying Room. Madam and her guards would collect whichever women needed correction, making them strip completely naked before leaving their cells and then walking to The Crying Room with their hands atop their heads. She did this for the walk back more than anything else. She wanted the other prisoners to see the tears and hear their childish boohooing, but she also wanted them to see the glowing red butts as they marched back to their cells.
In the room itself, Madam would take each woman on by one across her knees and spank them with a hairbrush until their bottom was red and purple and the miscreant was bawling. If more than one inmate was to be spanked, the others would line up against the wall and be forced to watch the spankings. Most of the women were crying before they were even taken over the knee and some urinated on the floor in fear. But you did not want to pee while over Madam’s knee. If a young lady was unfortunate enough to have that kind of an accident, then after her walk of shame back to her cell, she would only be allowed to wear a t-shirt for a week.
So yeah, you could definitely say that none of the gals stuck in Hazelwood wanted to find themselves in Cell Block D.
Mrs. Duggan was known as the Dean of Discipline. Her actual title was unknown to most at Valley Reformatory but it mattered very little. She carried with her a reputation for being strict and for possessing a certain proclivity towards corporal punishment. If you were unlucky enough to have been sent to Valley, you did not want to end up in her office.
It was a corner office, windowless, tucked in a back hallway on the basement level. At certain times, a passerby might hear loud crying, sobbing, begging and blubbering - not to mention the unmistakable sounds of a spanking in progress - coming from behind Mrs. Duggan's door. From all accounts, she was a helluva spanker and she didn't have any qualms about taking panties down and painting a bare bottom red.
First offenders went over Mrs. Duggan's knee and were spanked with just her hand. Since Valley served as an alternative to prison for young women above the age of 18, their over-the-knee predicament was intended to embarrass as much it hurt. Second time offenders got the OTK hand spankings in addition to a severe paddling. Third time offenders received both plus the cane. There were never any fourth time offenders. Even the toughest of the girls at Valley shaped up real quick after the cane.
She liked to spank in groups, even if the offenders were all there for different reasons. By the end of an afternoon, there might be 20 red butts lined up along her office wall serving corner time.
The first week of boot camp was a real eye-opener for Erika and Jennifer.
It was an alternative to jail, an opportunity to have their little indiscretion removed from their records. They thought they were taking the easier choice. They thought that compared to jail, boot camp would be a breeze.
Just a few hours into that first day was all it took before they both realized how wrong they had been. Erika had a smart mouth she just couldn't seem to control. Jennifer was flat-out lazy and adverse to any kind of physical exertion. These shortcomings lost them their clothing privileges. Not complying with their punishments fast enough earned Erika and Jennifer corporal punishment.
Naked and in front of everyone, the two young women were bent over and strapped until their bottoms were bright red and they were howling. For an hour afterward, they stood with their hands atop their heads and stared at the wall. It was going to be a long six weeks.
At this institution for wayward young ladies, they use corporal punishment as needed. Bare bottom, bun-blistering paddlings hard enough to make even the toughest girls cry like babies. And the paddlings are not private. They are done on the spot as needed, no matter who is around to witness. If you happened to walk by the showers on any particular day at this institution, you might see quite a few red butts glowing in the mist of the hot water.
The three perpetrators were identified and separated from the others. They were taken to another room, stripped and then given a healthy dose of the strap across their bared bottoms. Each young woman was left with a nicely reddened backside and the sting of fresh tears. There was also the haunting promise of another spanking for each before bedtime, leaving their bellies tangled with nerves and despair.
Shoplifter.
A spanking before her first night in lock-up.
Spankings hurt.
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Storytime: My traumatic pregnancies and why abortion access is also a mental health issue. (Part one.)
(TW: Miscarriage, Pregnancy complications, PPA/PPD, Blood)
"What happened, didn't you take care of yourself?"
That was what an elder female coworker said to me the day I returned to the office after my miscarriage.
In November 2011, I was 15 weeks along in my first pregnancy when I woke up to blood on the mattress. Having never been pregnant before, I genuinely didn't know what it meant; I'd heard that bleeding during pregnancy happened sometimes, and the worst I allowed myself to contemplate was a scenario that put me on bed rest for the remainder of the nine months. Fearing what the doctor would say, I called my older sister first to basically beg her for reassurance that there a chance that I––and by extension, the baby––was fine. Obviously, she had no answers, so I got a hold of my in-laws to take me to the OB/GYN for an emergency visit since my husband was still teaching at the school.
The technician was very quiet during the ultrasound. We're talking no eye contact. I had to ask if there was a heartbeat.
"No. There's no heartbeat."
She said nothing else. Just wiped off the gel, moved the box of tissues next to my table, and left. My mother in-law gathered me up into her arms, and I wept while we waited for my doctor to reiterate what the ultrasound had already proven. When my OB/GYN doctor of two years finally showed up, she sat across from me with a sympathetic look on her face and said, "I'm so sorry, Jennifer."
I paused in my sobbing to croak, "My name is Venessa."
"What?" She glanced down at her file. "Oh, I'm sorry, they gave me the wrong file! Excuse me..." And then she was gone, too.
It was a Friday, and as there was no chance of getting me in for a D&C until Monday, I was sent home and blandly informed that I might experience "some intense cramping" and should therefore have some Ibuprofen on hand. On the way out the door, my in-laws told my husband what I didn't have the voice to say over the phone, so he found a last-minute sub and met all of us at a Mexican restaurant where his parents treated us to Wheaton's best fajitas and sangria in hopes of easing the pain we were in. (I later found out he excused himself from class to cry by himself in the teacher's bathroom.)
Foolishly did I assume the worst was over and that all that lay ahead of me was some period cramping. It was 1AM when I woke up with pain like I was being impaled through my lower midsection.
I remember crawling on all fours to the phone and dialing the emergency number to my OB's office. Several prompts later, I finally got a human, a nurse who asked me what I was feeling.
"They said cramping," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't normal. I feel like I'm dying--"
"You've just miscarried. You were far enough along that this may feel more like an early labor than a period."
"What??" I gasped. "What do I do? Can I come in? I can't even stand up..."
"It doesn't pay to come into urgent care for this," he said mechanically. "There's not really anything we can do for you. Just take another ibuprofen and it should run its course."
My breath vacated my lungs. "Right... Okay... Thank you..."
I hung up and crawled back to my bed room, grabbing my husband's arm and scaring the daylights out of him when he opened his eyes to find me on the floor. He scrambled out of bed and lifted me up, walking me out to the living room as I cried. I nearly dragged him down with me when another contraction lanced me through the gut and my legs gave out.
I couldn't sit and I couldn't stand, so he brought me over to the CD player, put on Michael Bublé, and let me lean all my weight into him as we rocked in place––a sort of tragic slow dance punctuated by waves of agony 5 minutes apart. He helped me to the bathroom several times over the next five hours as my body violently expelled all the evidence that I'd ever been pregnant, like I was trapped in an endless Sam Raimi movie.
Finally, just before the sun rose, my body calmed enough for us to go back to bed. When Monday came, they told me the D&C was unnecessary. An ultrasound showed my uterus was empty.
A clean canvas. Like nothing had ever happened.
Except I'd started painting the nursery. The room beside my bedroom had been cleared of my drafting table and art supplies to make room for a new little person I'd never had a chance to know. I walked around my house like a ghost for several days while I recovered and grieved, always winding up in this room and never remembering how I got there, punishing myself with shame-driven thoughts about having caused it because the fact was, I was so scared to be pregnant.
I wondered, Had I willed this? From the moment the second purple stripe showed up on the pee stick, I grappled with terror of having a difficult labor and delivery, of not being tall enough to house a growing baby without destroying my body, of handing down the generational trauma that had made so many of my family members succumb to addiction, codependency, depression, and other psychological maladies. I knew this baby would also mean leaving my job because it involved so much traveling. My world would be completely upended, and while this was what I wanted and had chosen, it was also a leap into the unknown that put everything in my life at risk, above all, my life itself.
Prior to my miscarriage, I'd had an abnormal ultrasound––abnormal in that the fetus was smaller than it should have been at the time the ultrasound was taken. My doctor reassured me it wasn't something to worry about in a tone that seemed to convey this was a common occurrence, so I tried not to dwell on it. Of course, I now understand that this was the first sign that, genetically, the baby would not make it to term.
Society told me my fears were selfish considerations. And for this reason, despite all the evidence in that very first ultrasound that told me this was not a typical pregnancy, I shamed and blamed myself for losing it. I internalized the chilly regard of the technicians and the doctor's kid glove treatment of me as evidence that all this trauma was on me. And when I came back to work, all the words of comfort from other women around me who had also miscarried, among them one of my supervisors, got drowned out as soon as one ignorant woman accused me of not taking care of myself.
Looking back on that experience in the wake of losing Roe v. Wade, I've considered what a court would say today about what happened to me. Would they side with the person at my workplace, confiscate the journals where I poured out my worries as evidence that I had in fact stunted my own pregnancy somehow?
I also marvel at how lucky I was to have a caring spouse and supportive family members in a moment where all my healthcare resources abandoned me to face a traumatic labor and delivery in my own bathroom. I've given birth to two children since then, and though neither of those labors were as painful as my miscarriage was, those experiences solidified the decision that, were I to get pregnant a fourth time, I would abort it.
But that's another story.
[Part Two coming soon.]
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Everything She Wants
Gerard Way Fanfic/smut
(rough sex, slight degradation, praise kink, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump), creampie, first-date sex)
AN;Posting Pt 2 right after upload
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I work at a coffee shop with my best friend, Jennifer. I start chatting with her until I hear the bell above the door ring, I turn my head to greet the customer and I'm met with a boy with black hair. He's average height, but he slouches a little, he’s wearing a normal black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans that are slightly baggy. “Uh, hi welcome to Coffee Bean Expresses what– what could I get you?” I stutter like an idiot, Jesus Christ I want to beat my own ass. While trying to greet him, I try to seem as normal as humanly possible but nothing can stop my face from heating up and my cheeks turning a bright pink, he then finally speaks “Yeah could I get a large hot coffee, extra sugar, and cream?” I grab the large cup and a marker and write down what he asked for. I can feel my heart ready to beat out of my chest. “And, what’s your name?” you look up smiling “Gerard” he replies “G-E-R-A-R-D, right?” you ask and he nods, I quickly write his name on the cup “Will that be all for today?” I say with a smile he says yes and he pays for the coffee. I walk over to the station where I start making the coffee and I turn your head to see Jennifer “Looks like you have a little crush, huh?” she teases “Oh shut up” I roll my eyes while smiling “I think someone has a crush on you” she says quietly in a sing-song voice while looking over to where Gerard is sitting. I briefly look up to see him staring at me once he sees that I looked back at him and he looks away embarrassed trying to play it off, and man are you a sucker for cute boys he practically stole your heart– no, soul. I finish up making the coffee and walk up to the counter where I call his name. He walks over and I hand him the coffee, you’re afraid that this would be the end of it and you’ll never see the cute boy ever again. I went to turn away “Uh, excuse me!” he says and I turn back around “Oh, is something wrong with your drink, sir?” I asked and he shakes his head “No, I just uh, I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” he asks, he looks cutely embarrassed and his eyes flicker up from the floor and he makes eye contact with me I giggle and he looks a bit worried “Sure.” and he then asks for my name. I point down to my name tag. I smile and I grab my notepad from my apron and a pen and I write down my number on a page and rip it out handing it to him. I say “Have a wonderful day.” I smile, he smiles back and he walks out, I turn around to see Jennifer giggling “Have a wonderful day!” she mocks me in a high pitched voice I playfully push her on the arm and laugh. I have a pretty early shift so I can leave earlier than usual.
It's about 3PM in the afternoon and I get into my car and drive home, 30 minutes pass after I get home and i’m in my pajama shorts and a big T-shirt in my bed watching some random TV show, feel my Nokia flip phone vibrate and I grab it I look on the little screen
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A conflict of interest: Matt Murdock x reader
Story inspired by @fyeahlitaajpunk:
I need fics where you’re dating Matt Murdock and are best friends with Pug 🥰😫
So there you go. I had so much fun writing this :D
honorary tag goes to @anothersworld
@pinksirensong don't know how you fell about MCU, but I quote you "I want to be tagged in everything", and I keep that words carved in mind :D (let me know if that changed, tho I hope not)
Feedback is always apreciated.
masterlist:
pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader
word count: 4.908
warnings: all of them - angst, fluff, Matt being himself, Pug being himself, reader being a soft mess
A conflict of interest
- What are you working on? – my best friend, a hell of good lawyer and the greatest supporter of woman’s right I know, Augustin Pugliese, aka Pug plumped down into a couch in my office.
- Same old stuff. Someone has to deal with the boring shit, like contracts and GDPR.
- Oh, we both know you love it.
- I do – I nodded – but wouldn’t mind some superhero stuff from time to time. And speaking of the devil, how is she?
-She?
-Oh, don’t pretend, Pug, you know who I’m talking about - I rolled my eyes at him– Jennifer Walters, the She-hulk. I saw you running into her office with a welcoming basket.
-She’s amazing, YN, I’m telling you. Both as a lawyer and a person. Funny, charming, professional…
-Should I know about something going on? – I grinned tilting my head slightly.
-What…? No, YN! You know me better than that!
- I do and that’s why I feel inclined to ask. You are a charming one, so....
- She would be great addition to the team, that’s all I’m saying. And a good friend…
-Which you have already made, didn’t you? You make perfect good impression and it’s get better in time.
-I did not make a very nice good impression on you, did I? – he smirked and I just smiled while sitting down on the sofa next to him.
- A bit of a scatterbrain at the time, but I wouldn’t call it bad.
I met Pug when we were in law college. After all, this is the place where most future professional contacts are made, but from the very beginning we both knew there would be more to it. The thing was, we couldn’t have been more different. While he was open, warm, always ready to help and was practically an open book, I was more of an reserved introvert with my own world inside and apparently a plan to rule the world in the next 10 years (his words, not mine). Up to college I was rather careful with letting people in, but with Pug… a completely different story. Our first meeting was quite painful since we were living in the opposite rooms and narrow hallways are not helpful when it comes to moving around. So, while we were bringing our things in and out, we bumped into each other, head on.
-Oh, I’m so sorry – he started – are you ok?
-Don’t know. Does that count as an assault?
-I hope not, wouldn’t like you to press charges – he smiled – I’m Pug.
-Pug? That’s a short form, isn’t it?
-Augustus – he looked down slightly embarrassed.
-You’re Italian, then?
-I am. But to anticipate your question I’m not …..
-I wasn’t going to ask anything stereotypical. I hate typecasting. – I rolled my eyes. – So, considering that this bump was partially my fault can we both move on? You are not hurt, are you?
-Nah, I’m fine. I’ll let you go with a warning – he flashed a smile and I smirked – I don’t think you told me your name, miss …..?
-YN. And please, please, no miss. It’s a bit downgrading when a man calls you that.
-Is it? – he hesitated – you know what, you are right, I’m sorry YN. Would you like to have a pizza as some sort of apologies?
-I’m not going to say no. But…
-We’ll share the cost. No worries. I never make the same mistake twice. – he smiled and I reciprocated. We were definitely on a path to being friends.
***
A year later
Ever since the first day we became inseparable. Some of the students were even calling us a couple when they were seeing us at the cafeteria studying and teasing each other or when we were hanging out at the park, my head rested on his shoulder. The case was however very, very different, since Pug had no intention of getting into romantic relationship (though I could not understand why since he was the book definition of a boyfriend material) and when it came to me… Well, I had my eyes somewhere different. To be precise, on a very particular fourth and final year law student with wanton ego, quite a reputation, hell of a brain and a signature smirk. Matt Murdock. Since he was two years older than me I did not have many reasons to talk to him.
-He is trouble you know that. – Pug nudged my side when he saw me drifting off during a lecture.
-The professor? – I asked dumbfounded
-No silly, Murdock.
-How did you…..?
-I know you well enough to understand the reason of your daydreaming during lecture.
-That is not true. I’m completely focused.
-Miss YN – our chitchatting just had to capture the attention of the lecturer – would you mind answering the question I just asked?
-I…. I …. – I stuttered while Pug was desperately trying to hold back his laugh.
-My best student… - the teacher sighed – I must ask you to leave the auditorium and wait outside. I’ll talk to you after the class .
I just stood up there with my mouth open in utter shock, while Pug swiftly gathered all my things and with worried expression handed me the bag.
-I’ll find you later . I’m sorry YN – he whispered when I passed him to get to the door.
Shit! For the first time in my life I was kicked out of the classroom. I would blame Pug, but it wasn’t his fault. Or at least, not fully his fault. Frustrated I plumped onto the window sill.
-Are you ok? – I turned around to see the person who was the reason of my lack of concentration.
-Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?
-You know, I may be blind, but I have a pretty good hearing.
-And…? – I asked flatly as he took a step forward
-And I can tell your heartbeat is a bit too fast, so once again – are you ok?
-Well, I’m healthy if that’s your concern.
-Good to know. You’re YN, right?
-And you are Matt Murdock. – he smirked upon my words.
-So, you’ve heard about me.
- Yes. From all the broken - hearted girls you left behind. Aren’t you a bit too smart to be such a player?
-You think I’m smart?
-I think you have an annoying habit of answering a question with a question.
-Isn’t that a lawyer thing? – he smirked and I groan at his response – may I? – he pointed to a spot next to me and as I allowed he sat down.
-I’ve heard about you YN. You are pretty smart yourself. Winning a moot court, getting a scholarship and an internship at one of the most prestigious law firm in New York. Quite impressive. If you’d like me and my friend Foggy are going out tonight. You may join. Oh, and that friend of yours, Pug, isn’t it? He may join. I hope I’ll ….
-See me? – I smirked
-Hear from you – he smirked back and walked away, a second before Pug came out of the classroom.
- What happened? – my best friend seems confused at my puzzled expression.
-I’m not entirely sure, but I guess we are going out tonight.
***
Two months later
We did in fact went out. And then again and again until it became regular habit. Some times we were hanging out with Foggy and Pug, since netiher Matt nor me wanted to leave one's best friend behind. I was getting back to dorm from a meeting with Matt (since we both decided it was not a date), which left me in unusually good mood and with a lot of thoughts.
-Did you guys kiss?
-Ah! Pug, what the hell!? – my best friend was sitting on a bed in my dorm in complete darkness, a look of curiosity and anticipation on his face.
- Did you?
- What kind of question is that?! What happened to “I support woman’s independence” attitude? Oh, God, who am I kidding? Yes,yes, we did – I blushed and looked down a bit embarassed
-Oh, that’s wonderful – he jumped up and hugged me – but I’m still concerned and sure he is trouble. Either way, I know you can handle anything and if you can’t …
-I know, I know. I can ask you for help. Thank you, Pug, I appreciate it, but I’m genuinely happy.
-And I’m happy for you.
-So, now we need to find a girlfriend for you, my dear friend....
-Since when are you a matchmaker?!
***
Thanks to some magic, I managed to keep up my friendship with Pug and my relationship with Matt. These two were the pillars of my life, literally. Of course, I could never be a damsel in distress and I was handling my shit by myself but at the end of the day it was nice to have someone to talk to. Short before graduating me and Pug got a job at Goodman, Liber, Kurtzberg and Holliway, one of the best and biggest law firm in States. I clearly remember how shaky were my legs when we walked towards the board where the list of admitted were published. Matt was holding my hand and gently rubbing my palm with his thumb to calm me down while Pug was pacing nervously, clutching on my other arm. I was head over heels happy upon noticing that we were both hired. I immediately jumped into Matt’s arms and felt him holding me by my waist close to his chest and his fast beating heart.
- I am so proud of you – he whispered quietly, kissing me gently not having a care in the world who may be watching – I told you, you are a smartass. Congratulations to you to, Pug – he turned his head towards the other man.
-Thanks Murdock, I appreciate it. But… you know, there’s one tiny problem.
-And what is that? – I asked still glued to Matt
-We got a job in Los Angeles branch of GLK&D.
-What? Are you for real? – I yanked myself free and run towards the board to see with my own eyes, unwanted tears falling down. –It’s true – I sobbed as I realized it was more than 40 hours away from Hell’s Kitchen where Matt and Foggy were running their practice. I turned around so that none of them would see my state but they knew. Pug grabbed my hand in reassurance and Matt’s hand sneaked around my waist. With anyone else this would be extremely awkward but not with them.
-We can make it work – Matt whispered kissing my temple – we can do it YN.
-Can we? I don’t have much experience with long – distance relationship, but ….
-I can give you a few examples – Pug smiled – like that one case we worked on when husband was living in Belgium and the wife in England.
- Brown and Novak? – Matt completed and Pug snapped his finger in agreement.
-Or the one when the girl was from Poland and was only a guest in her boyfriend home in Rome. And they made it work .
- Hold on, guys. The Brown and Novak was a divorce case, remember? – I reminded them and their faces immediately dropped – and the second one was in fact about the girl running around the Europe like crazy and only getting tired which led to her mental disorder.
-Well, um… - Pug muttered searching for some conforming words.
-We are not them YN. We can make it work. I promise. You’re not getting away from me, so easily.
-Is that a promise of a lawyer, Murdock?
-Sure as hell it is.
***
-You take care of her there, Pug. If anything happens, I'm coming for you - Matt warned the other man as we were about to check-in to a plane.
-Matt !- I shoved him playfully - behave! It's my best friend you are threatening now, councellor.
-Forgive me your honor - Murdock smirked - I rest my case.
-Good. I would hate to have a quarrel with you now.
-No worries, Murdock. I will watch over her.
-I don't need. ......
-Supervison. We know - they both said in unison.
-Precisely. If anything, I will have to watch your back, Pug.
-It's mutual care taking then. Anyway, I guess I'll see you when you come visit, Murdock - Pug said - I'll give you some space for goodbyes now. - he added while walking towards the check-in.
-Call me when you arrive. The very minute you arrive.- Matt grabbed my waist and whispered into my ear while pulling me close and breahing me in.
-And how will you know the exact minute? - I teased closing my eyes and enjoying his warm embrace.
-Super hearing, remember? - he smirked
-From a different state?
-When it comes to you, I'll find you anywhere - his soft lips finally found mine and we got lost in the moment.
***
Again, thanks to some supernatural powers, we did made it work long distance. Of course there were bad moments, since we weren’t even in the same time zone. The worst thing was probably one time when I came to visit Matt in Hell’s kitchen for a weekend. I was ready for some intimate time with him, since it was a while since, but what I stumbled upon halted all my romantics. When I entered his flat calling his name, I only heard a groan from the couch. Matt was laying there with cuts and bruises all over his chest and abdomen.
-What happened? –I asked sitting on the edge of the sofa and keeping my cold blood. Some practice as a lawyer was infinitely helpful when it came to emotion control.
-I got into a fight. – he mumbled and tried to lift himself up – don’t worry about it. I missed you – he leaned forward and captured my lips with his. For a second I was lost in the feeling I was deprived of for so long. His hands were on my waist trying to hold me closer and I immidiately wanted more but when we moved he gasped in pain again and I pulled off.
-Trying to trick me into backing off from the questions, attorney? Not a chance. You are going to tell me everything. And I mean, everything, Matt. No bullshit.
- YN….
-Mattie – only I was allowed to use this nickname and it always made him soft – please, tell me – my lips were now on his cheek, my nose gently rubbing his skin and he stopped breathing indulging in the feeling, mouth slighly open. I could almost see the wheels turing in his brain.
-And who is trying to charm their way now? Your heart is beating fast, you know – he moved his head slightly so our lips were almost touching . A war of nerves and character.
-It’s still you, Murdock – this time I moved forward still leaving some space between our face. So close yet so far we were.....
-Is it? – he closed the gap without hesitation, ready to take a step further as his hands started roaming my sides and back and that made me shiver.
- You lost – I gathered all my strenth and muttered into the kiss which made him stop – you kissed me first.
- Can you blame me? – he rested his forehead on mine – It’s you who made me lost, that’s truly a winning.
- Now, as a punishment….
- I like where this is going…. - he muttered in a lowered voice.
- Shit, Matt, just shut up for a minute, will you? No more games. As a punishment you are going to explain what happened. Then and only then I may consider taking care of the wounds and maybe some more action.
- Fine. But you are not going to like it.
And that was how I found about Daredevil.
-I'm sorry, you are doing what?!
-YN, please just listen to me - he pleaded trying to touch me.
-Oh, I am listening, very, very carefully. To every single word. Maybe at least one of them would help with making sense to what you are saying. -I sat down out of his reach crossing my arms - go on. Present your case.
-Can you please, stop lawyering and act like a girlfriend this time?
-is that what you really want? - I looked at him - be careful what you wish for, boyfriend.
-On second thought - I don't want your wrath.
-Wrath?! - I scoffed - Matt, I'm deadly worried about you. You should not...
-I know. I know what I'm putting at risk here, but... there are some dangerous people here. I can't stop until everyone is safe.
-And are you?
-Sorry?
-Are you safe, Matt? Because from what I see the only one in danger is you. And what you are putting at risk is my mental health. We talked about it, remember? We promised we won't be like our college cases. So why?
-YN....
-No, Matt. I don't even know what to think now. I need to consult my pillow on this one.
-Please don't go. Stay. I need you.
-I'm not going anywhere, but .... I need to go through it by myself. So just give me space, all right?
He did and therefore nothing happened that night between us. We were just sleeping or probably rather pretending to. There were a lot of thoughts in my mind, but as much as I hated it, I needed him too. Therefore I let him be the big spoon as he held me from behind close to his chest in bed. The warmth radiating from his body and his soft touch like a silent pleading to understand, to forgive him and to stay despite everything. I felt betrayed and lied to, but I also loved this idiot so I had absolutely no idea what to do.
Next morning was a bit awkward for both of us. We feel asleep spooning but woke up in quite different position. My head was on his chest as I embraced him while one of his hand rested on my waist, the other cradling my head as if he was trying to protect me. I knew he was not asleep and he knew the same about me.
-Morning - I muttered planting a single soft kiss on his shoulder.
-Morning YN - he answered caressing my nose with his - how did you sleep?
-I hate you Murdock - I hissed - I hate what you do to me.
-And what is that?
-You make me feel safe and loved. You make me believe I have someone to take care of and someone to trust. You are the reason I feel happy and why I smile even at the worst day. And on the other hand because of you I feel broken and scared. Lonely and exposed. And the worst thing - you make me want to forgive you for everything. For all the lies, for clouding the facts. And I know damn well how much pain this will cause me, but I do forigve you, Mattie - at this point I could not hide my tears that started flowing down my cheeks.
-Yn - he whiped them away with his thumb making me instinctively lean into his touch - I love you - he whispered resting his forehead on mine. And I am sorry.
-Don't you ever hide anything from me, again. Ever, you hear me - I cupped his cheeks and he nodded looking down - Cause if you do, we will be over, you get that?
-Never again - he whispered -now, let me apologise to you properly - he grinned as he pinned me down on the bed and started kissing me.
Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a fan of the idea of my boyfriend running around Hell’s kitchen dressed up in some crazy costume (even if it was appealing), getting beaten up. Maybe it would be easier if I was there too and not in Los Angeles. On the other side, I was more than sure I could not stop him, so after a conversation, however not many words were used, we came up with some Daredevil "ground rules" which we were both more or less content with. And somehow, we really did made it work for the last two years.
Present day
-Get out of your head, YN, I know you are reminiscing.
-You know what I’m thinking now? - I teased
-When you are not working, there are like three things on your mind.
-Really? You believe me so simple? Go on, tell me what is it then, mentalist.
- Ok – he put a strand of hair behind my ear – it’s either me, since I’m your best friend and you are concerned over my wellbeing – I scoffed at the words and he laughed – the book you’re reading or the story you are currently writing under the desk – I tried to interrupt him but it was futile since he did knew about my efforts in that area – or …. your distant boyfriend, Murdock. I suppose it’s the latter. Am I right?
- You are, however it’s rather difficult to admit it.
- Is everything ok between you two? When was the last time you saw him?
- Three weeks ago in person. He’s … he’s dealing with something – yes daredevil something but it't not like I can say it out loud- but we talked on Skype and we text regularly. It’s hard, Pug, even if from the begging I knew it would be.
- Come here – he motioned me to lay my head on his shoulder and stroked my hair gently– whatever happens, you have me, you know.
- Thank you, Pug. I don’t know what I would do without you.- I closed my eyes, enjoying his presence and we stayed like that for some time.
***
-Are you guys together? – Nicky, Jennifer’s paralegal asked me straight away
- What? Me and Pug? No way! We’re just best friends.
- Mhm, right – she did not seem convinced.
-Nicky, I got a boyfriend.
- in other state I believe – she smirked.
-Yes, in fact. Hell’s kitchen. And why am I even telling you this?
- Because we’re getting to know each other. And because I still don’t believe you.
- Pug, would you mind helping me here?
-I don’t know what you girls are blabbering about but whatever YN says I support it. - he spoke from his office, hearing us thanks to the open door.
- See? – I flashed a smile towards my interlocutor.
- How are you dealing with long-distance relationship then?
- That’s it. I draw the line here, Nicky.
-Oh come on, we were finally getting somewhere.
-I have to go. Jen is probably in dire need of my help with the case.
- With the frog man? I think she has it all under control.
- Mm. nope. I can tell she needs me desperately.
The truth was that me and Jen got pretty attached since her arrival. Unlike Nicky, who I secretly liked but would never admit, she never insisted of retrieving any personal details from me. It was like we had two bigger no-secrets relationship in the office and that was me with Pug and Jen with Nicky and not-so-deep-but-still-friendship amongst everyone else. So when Jen asked me to help her with the frog man case which was essentially some stupid-ass teenager who wanted to be a superhero and had daddy rich enough to enable that, I was more than happy to accept. That was until I realized the other party, the defendant was Luke Jacobson, the designer who made a costume for Ma… aaah, I mean for Daredevil. Perhaps I should have invoked the conflict of interest and refused, but the temptation of getting away from the contracts was too big to deny Jen.
We entered the court and took our places on the bench. Pug and Nicky were sitting right behind us, giving us a thumbs up. They were so similar with their happiness and undying positivity. Eugene Patillo, our client was between us, while Luke was sitting by himself. It was absolutely unprofessional of his lawyer to be late and leave him waiting. Suddenly, as me and Jen started getting impatient, as well as the judge, the door burst open and the attorney came in with an apologizing look on his face.
-I’m here. I’m sorry your honor, I could not find a place to park – the judge was perplexed at his words so he was quick to add - I’m kidding. My driver could not find a place.
Oh shit! Now I definitely have a conflict of interest here! Shit! – I turned around to take a look at Pug who just shook his head, his frown and honestly his whole face asking me if I knew about this which I obviously did not. Matt also sensed something happening – perhaps my surprise gave away some vibe or he felt my scent, I don't know, but he turned his head towards me and smiled. It was a genuine smile, not a smirk and not a half-one, and I looked down trying to hide my feelings which Matt already knew better than I did.
-Who is this asshole? – Jen whispered to herself.
-Hey, easy, Jen – I narrowed eyes at her – he may be a bit overconfident, but he’s not a jerk.
- Do you know him?
-Yeah, well, sort of….
-Is this a problem on personal matter?
- A little – I frowned awkwardly – I’m sorry, Jen, I had no idea.
-Don’t worry. But, in that case let me handle this one, ok?
-Sure. I hate it though. I had a whole speech prepared.... - I whined. I swear, one day Mutt Murdock will become the death of me.
The trial was surprisingly quick, but what else should I expect from Matt, who obviously won. This left me in even more compromising position, since on one hand I was happy for him and on the other I should have taken care of our client’s interest way better and was frustrated to have lost.
-Are you ok? – Pug grabbed me just as we exited the courtroom and the press did not catch us yet asking for a statement – with Murdock sudden appearance?
-I’m just surprised. And confused. I mean, he could have told me he was coming. Not about the client, since you know … confidentiality, but about his visit in LA. But I’m fine. I guess. I have to talk to the press, ok? Wait for me, I’ll need you now.
- She-hulk, YN, what happened there? How was the result of the trial? Did you win? – oh, yes, the press vultures are off the leash. As we were talking to the reporters I had no time or audacity to look toward the other side of the court hall where Matt was being interviewed. There was a lump in my throat and even if I didn’t want to admit it I was worried of the reason behind his silence. So, my instincts, instead of running into his arms was more focused on running away as fast as possible. And I did, as soon as the interview ended. Guess I forgot he was way faster than me. And stronger.
- Counsellor! – he yelled catching me up and grabbing my arm causing me to turn and look at him – I think you forgot something – being chased by a blind man on the street. How crazy is that?
-Really? And what may that be?
- A welcome? – he smirked and leaned forward clearly going in for a kiss.
-Um, no - I put index finger on his lips which made him stop halfway - that is highly unproffestional counsellor. We are on the opposite sides of the barricade after all.
-YN... - Matt whined in frustration
-Besides, welcome would be far better and sweeter if I knew someone were coming to visit my city. Instead I was practically left on radio silence for the last weeks, worried about the … stuff you do - I waved my hand around - and alone.
-I wanted to surprise you – he gently grabbed my chin and caressed my cheek –I’m sorry, sweetheart.
-You sure did surprised me, Matt. – I pouted - Were you even going to come find me or is it just a proffesional matter? Client to represent and then off?
- You know exactly why Luke asked for me, honey. And of course I was going to come to you. How could I not? I have no idea you were representing Eugene. Are you angry? - he took his glasses of and gave me his signature sad, lost cat look.
- Like hell. But I already know how to use that spare energy – I leaned forward and kissed him which he was glad to take, closing his arms around me, pulling me in. Lost in the moment, we completely forgot that we were still in front of the court. And that the reporters were still there. With their cameras and recorders.
- Murdock, as much as wonderful it is to see you – Pug interrupted giving us a shove and getting away from the public eye. Thank god for this man and his reason. – you might want to be more discreet.
- Nice to see you too, Augustin – Matt smirked at the other man.
-So that is her boyfriend?! Damn, girl! – Nicky winked at me, shock and approval mixed on her face.
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The Devil and A Lawyer
pairing: Matt Murdock x nb!reader x Jennifer Walters
genre: one-shot, fluff, slight smut at the end
warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, slightly insecure reader, no gender pronounce used for the reader, no gendered body description for the reader, slightly sub!matt, reader likes d and v
word count: 1652
Matt Murdock is a flirty bastard.
When Jennifer called you in the evening, annoyed, rumbling on and on about the blind jerk winning over her case and completely losing all her chances of getting the perfect dress for the gala, you knew exactly who she was talking about.
Matt Murdock was in LA.
You haven’t even noticed how you let the name slip from your lips. Still, the next thing you knew, you were sitting in your favorite bar, listening to Jen expressing her extreme opinions about the lawyer, as the second glass of rum was getting empty by minutes in your hand. It was a long day for you, as you were still recovering from the Titania attack on the wedding when she accidentally threw the chair your way instead of She-Hulk’s. Sitting was hurting, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to complain about it. Not when Jen accidentally brushed her knee against yours, and her hands would fall on your thighs as she leaned closer to whisper some dirty curses about her new “enemy.” It was probably best to remember the quotation; as you both knew, it wasn’t jealousy or anger; it was tension. The good old sexual tension.
That thought gave you an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach as you felt yourself get hot from the understanding that your crush and your ex were probably thirsty for each other because, in the words of the wise avocado: “if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock's gonna find her.”
“I cannot believe you two dated,” Jen muttered again, taking a sip from her glass. You frowned at that, moving closer to let the woman see the raised eyebrows about the last phrase. Walters looked up, finally noticing your face. Her eyes widened in shock as she registered the meaning of her words. “Oh, that sounded bad. Look, I didn’t mean it like that. I strongly believe any guy or woman will date you. Hell, even I would date you.” You felt your heart skip a beat. You watched as Jen abruptly stopped her rambling. Her cheeks heated bright red as she closed and opened her mouth like a fish, searching for any words. But before she could say anything else, two glasses were placed in front of her.
“What is this?” Jennifer smiled cluelessly, her eyes darting up and down from the glass to eh bartenders.
“From that guy over there.”
Well shit.
Matt was turned their way when your eyes fell on his figure. He didn’t change, even a day since your last meeting, and understandably so. The blip brought everyone back without aging them their five missing years. He was smiling, almost shyly, even though you could recognize the play he was making. Matt Murdock can be an actor with the way he played the shy, charismatic lawyer with definitely no secret identities that resemble the devil.
“Mind if I join you two?” he asked, and you bit your lip, wondering if his f=gonna to play his “I’m blind, help me to my seat” card. Jen did not notice your behavior change as she murmured, “sure.” Matt smiled warmly as he stood up from his chair and carefully made his way to you. He sat on your left, his hand brushing against your shoulder for a second as he slightly pulled up on his chair to straighten up. You breathed in longly, feeling the old tingling emerge in you. “I wanted to extend a peace offering.”
Jen scrunched her nose in fake disgust, making a small smile appear on her lips. “Ugh! I hate it when people take the high road.” the giggle left your lips as Murdock barked out a real laugh. You glanced at him briefly, feeling sad as you remembered how long it had been since you last heard him be that…free. “So, what’s your story, Matt Murdock?”
That’s when the flirting began. Jennifer uses her natural charm, and Matt his blind jokes. The coil of jealousy grew inside, making you look down at the empty third glass of alcohol, deciding to leave the pair. So, you turned to Jen, your hand falling on her palm and giving it a quiz. Jennifer moved her gaze from the man to you, the softness melting you like ice cream. “I’ll leave you two alone.” you smiled politely, moving to stand up as a hand caught your wrist, and the other fell to your thigh that was still hanging on the bar chair.
“Stay.” both of them invited in a hushed voice, mesmerizing you to a fully empty-headed state. You looked almost dumbfoldly as you sat back down, both of their hands falling to touch at least some part of you. Jen rested her hand on the closeted thigh, her fingers playing with the thick materials of the jeans, as Matt squeezed your palm, feeling the warmth radiating from you. And then and there, between two lawyers, you understood one thing - you were fucked.
It was late when you heard noises coming from the living room of Jennifer’s apartment, making you jump up from the bed and quickly take the hand knife you were gifted ages ago. Jen has left to help her idiot client in the night, and now it has been an hour since she was on her first-ever superhero outing. You were worried about her, but knowing she is probably bulletproof calmed you slowly but steadily. However, wishing she was here was strong, as you knew you were not enhanced in any way. So, if it isn’t Jen but someone else, you and your knife would probably be equally useless. Bracing up the beats of bravery, you nudged the door open.
Jennifer was making out with Matt in his daredevil suit (well, at least you guessed that the yellow-red combination on him was his new suit and not some sick roleplay). Her hands were gently cupping his face as Matt already threw the mask away on the sofa. His hands were roaming down her body, making her lean her chest to his as the soft groan left her lips.
You didn’t notice you dropped your knife until the collision echoed through the room, making the pair part away, their eyes instantly falling on you. You breathed in nervously, the awkward smile falling on your lips. “I’m so sorry. I will leave you two. See you in the morning, Jen. It was nice seeing you again, Matt. ” you tried running towards the exit, but two hands gently caught your waist, pulling in between the two heroes. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked up from the ground to see Jen’s eyes looking at you seductively. “Stay?” she murmured, slowly leaning in till your noses touched each. You struggled to breathe as your hair moved away from your shoulder, and a line of small kisses trailed down your neck. Matt breathed out. “Please?”
“Yes.”
This was enough for Jennifer to grin, her lips falling on yours in a slow kiss. Your hands flew to her ass, bringing her even closer, feeling the heat radiating from her as you dipped your tongue past her lips, the feeling making Jen groan out loudly. Matt grinned against your neck, now bitting at it with a small force, marking his way down to your shoulders. He moved even closer, making your ass feel everything you and Jennifer made to him. Jennifer dropped her hands to the ends of your shirt, tugging them to the side, making the buttons pop open, exposing your chest to her. She pulled away, leaning down to bite on the flesh. Matt took that as an opportunity to wrap his hand around your neck, moving to lap at your mouth with his tongue.
You moaned to the kiss, bringing your hands up to his neck, trying to find the zipper. Matt pulled away and chuckled at the attempt, making Jennifer look up from her sport between your boobs. Now you grew tired of that. “If you still want your suit to be intact - you will open the fucking zipper yourself,” you grumbled, pulling away from him to kiss the woman more eagerly. Matt almost broke the suit himself; when he heard the wet sound and loud moan Jennifer let out as you took off her case and dipped your hand in her pants.
You moved to the bedroom, leaving the trail of clothes after you, as the three of you sat on the bed, now squeezing Walters between the two bodies. She moaned in pleasure, an overwhelming feeling washing over her, as she felt two pairs of hands stretching her and the tongue exploring her chest and neck. Matt was almost feral as he bit and licked, his senses drowning him, as the mix of arousal and sensual gasps and moans overflood his system. Everything felt too much, but he wouldn’t have wished for any less.
You watched the man unintentionally grunt his hips at the soft material of the bed, making you smirk at the sight of desperation. Snapping your hands down to still his movement, you felt Jennifer shredder with a groan as your hand left her. Matt whined at the loss of friction. “I didn’t say you can move, did I, red?” the pet name made him moan even louder. You smirked, moving your hand to cup his dick through the underwear. “Will you be a good boy?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please.” he desperately whined, making Jennifer look back and forth between you two as she got wetter even more.
“Lay down. Jennifer will ride you, and you won’t cum until I say so. If you do good, you’ll get the reward. If not, it’s going to be a very long night for you, my love.” you whispered, knowing he could you very well.
The night was starting, and you both knew it will be long.
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Fankid Ask game for the little vampys🩶
💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?
🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?
🍼: what's your child's comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?
🧁: what's your child's favorite thing in the world? what's their least favorite thing?
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💬: what was your child's first word? was it a nickname for you or your f/o or something entirely different?
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David's daughter Anastasia had been super quiet and hadn't made much noise other than a few cooes and squeaks till she was around one or one and a half.
Her first word ever was 'Dav', and she'd crawl or walk around the cave, repeating it until David found her or aided her in what she wanted/needed. Another silly thing is he'd always correct her when she said it, too.
"Dav-id. With 'id' at the end-"
"Dav!"
"Don't interrupt me."
Of course, once she got bigger, it developed into Daddy or Dad. When learning Chrysta's name, it was just an easy 'Mama'.
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Now Jennifer, Dwayne’s daughter, had a rough time learning the difference between mom and dad. Due to some issues during Jenny's birth, Chrysta was left in some pretty bad shape for a good few months, so Dwayne was around to help more than he was expected to.
So Jennifer had actually started calling Dwayne 'Ma' or 'Mama' when she was becoming vocal. Of course, it didn't bother Chrysta or Dwayne too much, but he'll admit it was kind of embarrassing when he was on the boardwalk and his baby girl had called at him happily 'Mommy!'
"Jenny, it's 'daddy' see? I'm 'daddy.'"
"OK, mama."
"No, Jen -"
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Paul tried soooo hard to get Tiffany's first word to be 'Papa' or 'Daddy' the poor guy spoon fed her books about it, making sure to linger and explain the specific pages including daddy animals or point out the parental figure considered the dad.
But it seemed no matter how hard he tried. Her words were always 'Mami!' Which soon followed a 'fuck' under Paul's breath.
... He didn't learn his mistake until one night on the boardwalk Tiffany had run a little too fast and dropped the ice cream cone Paul had just bought for her... And she exclaimed very loudly:
"FUG!"
Paul didn't know whether to be laughing or dreading what he had to explain to Chrysta later that night.
"Now Tiff, those are very bad words- and their not nice to use, especially in front of Ma...
But you're aloud to say it one more time for Daddy and his friends."
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Katherine learned how to say Mama first due to Marko referring to Chrysta with it 24/7. Marko knows its cause he says it every dawn before they go to sleep, but he likes to think it's just imprinted into her little brain due to him always giving Chrysta's tummy two taps of his fingers, and saying 'hey little mama' while she was pregnant with Kat.
Chrysta also thinks it's the most darling thing whenever Marko goes: "Goooood night mama." Soon to be followed by Kats: "Guuuuuu night mama!"
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Christopers first word was actually one David wasn't happy to hear. At all.
David left him with Marko and Paul for five minutes. Five. And the moment he saw the mischevious smirks from his mates as his son was being handed back to him while gumming down on a cherry lollipop, he already knew they'd done something. And the second he opened his mouth to ask, he heard from his darling baby boy's mouth:
"Bith!"
Oh, sweet heavens above he was going to murder those two.
"Chrissy. I'm Daddy. I'm not your-"
"Bith! Bith, bith, bith-"
*sounds of muffled devastation and full unadulterated rage into his coat sleeve*
🪁: does your child enjoy learning about their parents' hobbies, or do they prefer to find their own?
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All the girls+ Christopher (once he's old enough) collectively enjoy hunting or going on the boardwalk with their dads and mom. But they do each have their own things they like to do with each parent!
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Anastasia likes learning to drive David's bike. Spending many late night hours riding around on the beach or through the fog of Hudsons Bluff with David. It's intense and thrilling, but she feels safe on the back or in the front of her dad's bike and has never at all felt like she'd get hurt or be in danger.
It's also nice when he sneaks off to go do it with her and only her - no siblings or mom and dads involved. Just a night between her and her dad for once.
She likes doing her makeup with, for, or getting it done by Chrysta. Since she isn't exactly risking mirror checks by walking into salons or makeup booths, it's nice to be able to keep herself well groomed and spend quality time with Chrysta.
She gets her hair done or nails made pretty, all while telling her mom about a cute boy she saw on the boardwalk she knows if she told David about he'd never get off her case. 🤭
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Jennifer likes making jewelry with Dwayne. He always brings back teeth or cool bones he finds and teaches her how to tie or braid them into necklaces or anklets.
He also likes braiding her hair and putting beads in it- (This kids got his thick hair and Chrysta didn't go through 9 months of heartburn for it to not be taken care of.) teaching Jenny the same while being her personal model to test it on. Even if his hair ends up in knots, he praises her for her hard work. 🙏🥺
Jenny likes stories with Chrysta. She always tells the best ones while she's falling asleep or unable to sleep. In all honesty, she just seems to like Chrysta's voice. If she's being honest, her mama has a calm, lulling hum that makes her feel all cozy and safe.
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Tiffany loves- and I mean LOVES dancing with her Daddy. Paul's always blasting music on his boom box and it's blasting twice as loud when it's just the two of them left in the cave.
Either their thrashing their heads together or jumping around the water fountain screaming along to the heavy metal, or he even plays a few of Tiffs favorites (a few Disney CD specials he stole once 🤫🤫)
But Tiff adores when Paul holds her on his hip and sway along to some slow dance songs, tiring her down after the few songs involving moshing and swinging. Even humming a little to them while doing some twirls just to get her to giggle. 🥺
Tiffany likes quality time with her mama! Maybe for the fact Chrysta can't say no the the perfect little puppy dog eyes she gives but does this girl no how to get spoiled rotten.
She likes being able to go around the boardwalk and walk through stores or booths looking at things, especially anything that sparkles. Chrysta has had to pat down her own child for jewelry snatches sneakily away from booths before.
Now. We all know Marko’s got to know at least a little handiwork when it comes to sewing or stitching. I mean, have you seen this man's jacket? He's bound to teach his offspring a little bit of his magic.
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Katherine enjoys sitting on Marko’s lap as he either works on a new patch in his jacket or fixing up some of her own clothes. It's probably one of the only things she stays completely focused on and stays still,making sure to listen to everything he says.
He let's her take a go a few times- but that only lasts ten seconds before she's crying about poking her fingers or her hands are tangled in thread.
Kat likes dressing up with Chrysta. The two like looking through some old clothes or stolen goodies and putting on their own little fashion shows in the cave.
Since mirrors are a no-go, they like putting on the most flashy or hideous combination you could imagine and trying to make one another laugh.
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Christopher likes learning to fly with David. David is probably the most safest option when it comes to difficult or riskier tasks to learn and he knows it.
Chris struggles getting the hand of it, and sometimes David can't fight the smugness when his son just likes to ride on his back or curl up underneath his buttoned up jacket while hovering around.
You know how mama bats hold their young in their wings when their upside down or something? That's how David holds Chris in his coat LMAO if anyone needed visuals.
Watching movies with Chrysta is one of the things Chris holds dear to his heart. Especially in his younger years when he's still not old enough to join hunting, his mom will happily stay behind and binge some cheesy cheap horror movie or soap opera with him.
I mean, they'll watch anything they can get their hands on, especially knowing they can easily get Max to give up a few VHS with the 'Grandpa' card.
🍼: what's your child's comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?
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Anastasia's sentimental item is a pocket knife her dad used to have all the way back in 1900 when he was a pick-pocketer. It's not in the best shape, obviously, but it's a piece of him back before his immortality, and Annie is extremely intrigued about her father and his mates past.
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Jennifer's comfort item has to be the skirt she seems to wear and never take off. It's sewn with multiple bits and pieces of beaded or detailed fabric her dad can find, and mom can sew. Chrysta could swear that sometimes Jenny purposefully makes tears or holes in the skirt just so Chrysta can add more to it.
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Tiffany probably considers anything she owns as a comfort item - she's kind of a hoarder in the making with her collection of trinkets and jewelry Paul has spoiled her to death with. She does love the red lensed sunglasses passed down from Chrysta to her.
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Katherine's jacket is probably the second thing she loves most in life. The light pink fuzzy thing couldn't be pried of her very body if one tried. Marko bought it for her after he saw the sparkly rhinestones on the front of it that spelled out 'Princess' in cursive. Ever since Marko told her that she's "Daddy's little princess," this kid has a COMPLEX.
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Christopher's a little dude, but he's probably got David's coat promised to him when he's older. If you want to see David turn into a puddle of goo, just watch his son waddle over to him and crawl underneath his coat and snuggle with his dad. Or the times at the boardwalk where he'll play hide and seek with Dwayne and hide underneath it if David's standing around.
🧁: what's your child's favorite thing in the world? what's their least favorite thing?
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As dangerous as it is, Anastasia loves the sunlight. The very thing that could kill her in a matter of painful seconds is the thing she's completely fascinated and intrigued by.
She can't help but feel a bit envious of humans who are able to feel the sun on their skin without agonizing pain to follow. Let a sunrise run up their fingertips without having to pull away. She fantasized about the summer days her mom would tell her about whenever she asked Chrysta what sunshine was like when she was human... Sometimes, she thinks she and her mother have a mutual agreement that they both wish to experience sunshine at least once in their immortality.
Now the thing she hates? David's overprotectiveness. If there's anything she can't stand it's when her dad demands or orders her around- sometimes it feels like she can't go seven feet in front of him without him demanding her to come back and never leave his side for the rest of the night.
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Jennifer's favorite thing is her Daddy's hair. Like I've said and will stand my it RELIGIOUSLY is that Dwayne’s hair is probably the most cared for and well groomed than most of the boys. And Jennifer LOVES to play with it or snuggle with it.
This man is 100% willing to spend hours sitting perfectly still while his daughter covers his head with bows, clips, flower crowns, and the most ghastly knots considered braids. Maybe a few tears of pain are shed when she runs the cheap plastic come through his hair a little too hard, but he's enjoying the time nonetheless.
Jenny DESPISES social interaction with anyone that isn't her pack. She's the shyest thing anyone in the coven has ever seen. Whenever they're on the boardwalk Jenny is hiding behind Dwayne’s legs or her mom's side.
And when she's allowed to split off and go with her sisters, she's following behind Anastasia like a lost puppy, eyes trained to the floor.
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Tiffany's favorite thing is the beach! Paul gives off some very low surfer dude vibes imo,(I mean there's a split shot in the movie where we see some surfboards) but I don't think he does anything extravagant or hardcore- I feel he'd just swim out a a ways with Tiffany on the edge of his board and moonbathe for a little bit, laying on his back with Tiff on top or hanging her legs over the ledge, both taking a little nap.
As much as Tiffany likes the sea and the beach, she hates baths. She's like a feral cat clawing and clinging onto her moms arm to avoid touching the soapy surface of the bath at Max's home.
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Now Katherine's favorite thing? Marko. You know how I said the thing she loves second in her life was her jacket? Marko takes first place. (Sorry Chrysta LOL.)
Kat loves her papa and clings to his very being like a koala. She's always making sure she's the star of his attention whenever he's around. If no one can find Kat, just look on Marko’s back, leg, or arm. She's probably latched herself onto there.
And the thing Kat hates is when Marko has to leave. Whether it be hunting or simply just a boys' night out, she's pouting and asking when he's gonna be back. She thinks any second without her dad is gonna end up with him in danger or hurt. She makes some of the cutest excuses as to why she can't go to bed so she can hopefully stay up till Marko gets back. She's definetly attached to this vampires hip but he isn't complaining. 🤷♀️
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Christophers' favorite thing has got to be the boardwalk! The little guys eyes just get all big and excited at all the sparkling, twinkling lights and colorful stands or rides. He even starts to babble or squeal happily whenever the word affiliated with his favorite place is mentioned.
Christopher hates Daddy's vampire face. Like- when David and all the guys get vamped out, Chris'll start crying. It's similar to those videos with babies' reactions when fathers shave their beards for the first time in their lives.
It's worse when David does it on purpose to get a good laugh too, and he isn't doing anything malicious or cruel to scare his son, he's just holding him and this kid will go into hysteric sobs while hiding in David's coat.
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Yasper Lennov x reader
Summary: you and yasper have been mutually pining after one another since high school, how will the reunion affect that?
Masterlist
-2006-
You and Zoë walked up to the school, you tug at the strap of your backpack as it slides down your arm.
“Zoë!!!” The Jennifers call from a table by the entrance of the school.
You scoff. “I still can't believe you hang out with them.”
“Y/N, c’mon, they're…”
“Popular?”
“No,” Zoë denies.
“Bitches?”
“Y/N!” Zoë hushes as you near the two girls dressed in clothes that probably cost more than your car.
“Whatever,” you say.
“There you are!” Jennifer 1 stands to grab Zoës hand and pull her towards them.
“See you later,” you grumble, walking away.
Zoë watches you as you walk away, wishing she could combine her two worlds in some way.
You spot Aniq and Yasper up ahead, and pick up your pace to catch them, “Hey guys,” you say as you fall into step with them.
“Hey Y/N-” Yasper is cut off by the sound of loud rap music.
You spot Eugene's red sports car, and Eugene spots you, “I’ll uh see you later,” you quickly say, turning on your heel and rushing off to your locker.
“Every time!” Yasper curses, glaring at Eugene after he watches you enter the school.
“Dude,” Aniq complains, “why does his license plate say Xavier?”
“It's his middle name and he thinks it's cooler than Eugene,” Yasper explains quickly before Eugene could get to them.
“Was that Y/N?” Eugene stumbles as he reaches the two.
“Yeah,” Yasper states bitterly, turning toward the school.
“Cool, uh, d-did you guys see the car?”
“Yeahhh!” the two pretend to be excited.
In chemistry, you sit near the front of the class, Zoë usually sits next to you, but the closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more she slacks off. You don't have that luxury, you're not rich or talented, so the only thing that got you into college was your grades.
You were filling in the handout that the teacher had given, when Zoë slid back into the seat beside you. “So,” she started casually, you turn your head ever so slightly to look at her out the side of your eye, “You heard about Brett's party right?” You sigh. Of course you had, but you were hoping for once Zoë wouldn't drag you there.
“Yes,” you state dryly, returning to your paper, which Zoë is quick to rip from your hands. “Hey,” you scold.
Zoë goes to give it back, leaning in before pulling the paper just out of your reach, “I heard Aniqs going,” there's a twinkle in her eyes.
“Okay and?” you deflate a little.
“If Aniqs going then you know who else is going… right?”
You knew what she meant instantly but pretended not to care, “So?”
“So, that means you're coming too.” You go to grab the paper from her but she pulls it away once more, “Uh uh.”
You risk a glance to the back of the room where you see Aniq and Yasper talking excitedly, pushing back a smile, “Fine.”
The party was crowded, as you had expected, everyone loved Bretts parties.
“Welcome to my party!” a very nervous guy greeted you as you stepped through the threshold. You recognize him as Walter, a guy from your chemistry class. You smile at him. “There's u-uh drinks in the kitchen!”
“Thanks Walter,” you say over the music as Zoë drags you further into the party.
You look around the party, some faces we're familiar, others completely foreign. Zoë pinches your arm, you look back to see Yasper standing outside, drinking by himself. “I-I need a drink,” you rush off, leaving Zoë standing there by herself.
You find the kitchen fairly easily and pour yourself a drink. You house it, then pour yourself another one, then another one, “Woah, slow down there,” you nearly jump out of your skin.
“Yasper,” you smile at him.
“How’ve you been?” He leans casually against the wall.
“Good,” you nod.
“Good. You don't usually come to these things, huh? What brings you here tonight?” you flush a little at the way he grins down at you.
“Zoë dragged me here,” you roll your eyes, trying your best to seem annoyed.
“It's not all bad though, is it?”
“No-”
Before you could really form an answer, a group of boys burst into the house announcing, “New keg’s here!”
“C'mon,” you grab Yasper's hand, dragging him to the backyard, “We can watch people embarrass themselves doing a keg stand.”
When you entered the backyard, the keg was already tapped and someone was already upside down.
“...2…3…4!” people chanted, you and Yasper joining in. Though Yasper disappeared briefly after and when you spotted him you saw that he was talking to a newly blonde Eugene. So you decided to dip inside.
Inside you headed back to the kitchen and found Chelsea.
“Hey,” she smiled at you, her hands rubbing her arms nervously.
“Hey,” you grab some unlabeled juice mixture and pour it into a cup, “It was really cool of you to break up with Ned, way to stick up for yourself,” you offer, eyeing her anxious form.
Chelsea visibly relaxes, “You think?”
“I know, and don’t listen to the Jennifers, they’re…”
“Bitches?”
“Exactly!” the two of you share a good laugh.
“Thank Y/N…”
“Yeah, no problem,” you spot a mop of curly brown hair pass through the living room, “I’ll-uh, see you later.” You shoot her a smile before pushing your way through the crowd to the living room.
Yasper spins in a circle, looking lost, but a wide smile takes over his expression when he spots you. “There you are!” he rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I had to deal with something…”
“All good,” you smile up at him. “Do you uh, want a drink?” you point behind you to the kitchen, Yasper's eyes flick there and shakes his head ‘no’. You turn slightly to see that Eugene has taken your spot with Chelsea.
“How about we go find somewhere to sit outside?” he offers instead.
“Okay,” you let him lead you out to the back porch, where you find a bench to sit on. “So how’s the band?” you ask, turning to face him.
“Oh… yeah… that’s the… thing I had to deal with,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, me and Eugene split up.”
“Well, are you gonna go solo?”
“Obviously!”
“Good,” you smile up at him. His eyes flick to your lips, then yours to his. You lean forward slowly, and his body mirrors yours. Then you feel water splash up your leg as someone’s drink is spilled at your feet.
“Sorry, sorry- sorry,” you hear Aniq as you close your eyes in frustration. When you open them, Yasper is standing having a quiet argument with Aniq. You stand to join them, “Y/N! H-hi! H-how are you? I’m so sorry about the the drink!” Aniq greets.
You eye him wearily, “It’s cool,” You turn to face Yasper, “I think I’m gonna-”
“Aniq,” you hear from behind you.
“Stay away from me Eugene,” Aniq states seriously.
“It’s Xavier, and hey, I’m not sure if you noticed but Bretts eating your girl's face in there. Yeah, I guess if you hadn’t slipped and fallen in the pool, that would be you right now,” he winked at you, “Y/N,” before patting Aniq’s shoulder and leaving.
“Eugene,” Yasper scolds, “Don’t listen to him man. You okay?” he asks Aniq. Aniq stares at the window, where you can clearly see Zoë and Brett making out on the couch. He turns and looks around, spotting a baseball bat, and walking over to grab it, “Aniq,” Yasper states more firmly. But he had already grabbed the bat and was now walking through the house to the front door. You grab Yasper’s hand, pulling him along to follow Aniq. When you reach the front, Aniq is at Eugene’s car, “Aniq, what are you doing? Buddy?” Yasper steps forward. Aniq raises the bat, “Aniq! Buddy! Don’t!” Smack, Aniq hits the hood of the car, then again, then he goes for the windshield, you reach out for Yasper once again as everyone winces.
Aniq continues battering the car until Eugene steps into the front yard, finally seeing what everyone is looking at, “WHAT THE FUUUCK!” He hops on Aniq’s back, ripping the bat from his hands.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” people chant, and you would've joined in if you weren't so worried that Yasper was going to jump in there and try to stop them. The two bots circle each other throwing punches and kicks that widely miss their mark.
“Just fight already!” someone complains from the audience, “Hit him!” someone else throws out.
Aniq begins to spin in a circle, arms spread wide, “Hey that's my move!” Eugene protests, doing the same motion and Aniq.
“What are you doing? Stop Sound-of-Music-ing!” Yasper complains.
Aniq grabs Eugene's leg as he goes for a kick, and they topple over, Eugene tackling Aniq.
“Guys stop! We’re friends! Everybody's friends!” Yasper goes to step forward but you pull him back as you catch sight of flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The cops sound their siren, and everyone scatters, you try to pull Yasper with you, but he stays firmly planted by the side of the house, watching as Aniq gets arrested.
-2020-
You walked down the stairs, your face glued to your phone as you crafted an email as you turned down one of the halls.
“Oh, Y/N, the AV guy is here,” the housekeeper stopped you.
“Oh awesome, where is he?” the housekeeper points to the home recording studio. “Thank you Juliet.” You turn on your heel to head down that hall instead.
“Hi t-” you stop short at the sight, “Yasper?” your pleasant smile turns into a wide grin as he turns to face you.
“Y/N?” he rushes to wipe off his hands, putting down his screwdriver.
You pull him into a tight hug before he can say much else. Pulling away slightly, you look into his eyes, “How have you been?”
You relish in the feeling of his thumbs tracing your hip bones while he answers, “Good, you? Wait, what are you doing here?” he pulls away slightly more.
You then realize he might have a girlfriend or be married, you step back, watching his hands fall at his sides, not married, you note. “Oh,” you point up towards Xaviers room where you had just left him, “Here? Yeah Xavier asked me to come work for him a couple years ago, I declined but then he offered me waay too much money to turn down.” Yasper nods solemnly, “But weee,” you grab his hands, “should totally meet up sometime to catch up!”
He smiles down at your hands then up at you, “Yeah, we should.”
You pull away one of your hands slightly, making a grabbing motion. Yasper tilts his head in confusion, “Phone?” you ask.
“Oh!” he digs in his pocket, retrieving his phone and opening up his contacts. You enter your information, handing it back to him. “Cool.”
“Cool,” you agree, stepping back towards the door, “I’ll uh see you later then.”
“Yeah, see you then,” he grins at you.
-Xavier-
Y/N walked down the hall, a wide smile on her face. “Heheh” she giggled down at her phone, typing away.
“Whatcha doin?” Xavier asks, sidling up next to her.
“Nothing, you’re still going to that GQ thing Saturday night, right?”
“Yeah, why? You wanna come?” he leans on the wall in front of her.
“Oh, god no, The Weeknd’s manager just texted me, guess he wants to talk to you,” Y/N shrugs, walking around him.
The next day Xavier and you sat in the newly revamped recording studio. “Hey Y/N, check out this beat,” Xavier clicks one of the many buttons on the soundboard, nodding his head along to the music.
Y/N looks up from her spot on the couch, nodding along as well, “Not bad.”
“Xavier we need to focus,” his producer pipes up from beside him.
“Yeah,” he waves a dismissive hand, “Whatever.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as Y/N answers her phone, “Hello? Oh Yasper! Hi,” she rushed out of the room. Xavier was green with envy. He had tried so hard these past 5 years to get you to like him, and Yasper makes one lousy phone call?
“Hey, just so you know I won't be around tomorrow night,” Y/N says as she steps back into the room, her thumbs nimbly typing away on her phone.
Xavier panicked, he had to think quick, “Whaaat? Tomorrow? I just planned a meeting with the Weeknd in Toronto,” he pouts.
“What?” her head snaps up from her phone.
“Well, yeah, when you mentioned they wanted to talk, I gave Abel a call and we set up a dinner, so I kind of need you there.” He shrugs at her.
“Shit, fine, okay, I-I’ll be there,” Y/N leaves the room.
“Yes!” Xavier pumps his fist, but his celebration is short lived as he realizes he, in fact, does not have a dinner planned in Toronto with The Weeknd. “I gotta go, we’ll continue this later,” he rushes out of the studio, past you and up to his room.
On Sunday morning, Xavier takes Y/N out for brunch, under the guise of “celebrating the collab with The Weeknd”. The two order drinks, then Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom. Xavier busied himself with the menu, analyzing each option despite knowing what he was going to get. The table begins to vibrate, and Xavier looks up to see Y/N’s phone ringing, thinking it could be about him, he picks up the phone. Yasper, the screen reads in big white letters, Xavier sees red for a moment, swiping the accept button, “Hello?” Yasper asks on the other line. Silence, “Y/N? You there?” Xavier hangs up abruptly as an idea comes to his mind. He unlocks your phone, opening up your call history, clicking on Yasper’s name, he finds what he's looking for in bright red letters, Block this caller. He clicks it, then spots your form weaving through the tables across the restaurant, he swipes left to delete Yaspers call, then places your phone back quickly.
-2021-
Xavier insisted that you fly into the reunion with him, “It will show them how cool you are!”
“I’m not cool,” you protest.
“Yes you are, always have been, always will be,” he grins at you.
“Fine,” you give in and let him pull you to the helicopter sat outside his mansion.
When you reached the reunion, there was a crowd gathered around the helicopter, and Xavier was quick to grab you hand and drag you out with him. He grasped onto you tightly but you wiggled free when you spotted a familiar group of people. “I see Zoë! See you later!” you say loud enough for him to hear over the chatting.
You walked toward the group quickly, pushing your way through the crowd of people. Zoë spotted you instantly, expecting that you would arrive with Xavier.
“Y/N!” she rushes forward, crushing you in a hug.
“Hey Zoë,” you pull away, “Aniq!” you pull the guy into a hug as well, he makes a few surprised noises. Your eyes meet Yasper’s for a fleeting moment, “Yasper,” you start. He looks down at you, you reach out for his arm, “Can we- ?” you pull him away from the two lovebirds. “Listen, I’m sorry I had to cancel on you, and I really didn't want to, believe me, and I’m sorry if I put out the wrong vibe, but I did really want to see you again,” you pour your heart out.
“Then why didn't you answer my calls?”
“What calls?”
“And all my texts never delivered,” he pulls out his phone to show you.
“That son of a bitch.”
“I beg your pardon?” Yasper asks.
“Nothing, I-I didn't know you were calling or texting me, look,” you pull up your list of blocked numbers on your phone, “Somehow you got blocked…” your eyes wander to where Xavier basqued the glory of his high school comrades.
Yasper followed you gaze, pushing down his anger, he rubs your back soothingly, “Well, we're here now, do you wanna grab a drink?”
“I would love to,” you smile up at him.
Except the two of you took your time getting in the school, stopping and laughing at the yearbook photos and making jokes about your high school times. By the time you made it inside, mostly everyone else was already in the gym.
Before you could even cross the gym to the bar, you heard your name being yelled. You close your eyes tightly and wish it wasn’t happening.
“Y/N! Y/N!” Xavier tries again.
Opening your eyes you look up to see Yasper turning to look around, “Wait! Don't!” you stop him, “Maybe we can pretend we don't hear him.”
Yasper smiles down at you again. “Y/N!” you make the mistake of looking forward again, right into the den of the lion. “I saved you a seat!” Xavier calls, pointing to the seat next to him.
You give Yasper an apologetic look, “I’ll find you later, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” he says quietly.
“Xavier!” Yasper walks up nervously, he shoots you a quick grin before turning back to the blonde, “Oh my god I didn't know you were gonna be here!”
Xavier looks around, “Yeah, I’m just tryna lay low tonight, just kinda blend in, you know?”
“Yeah but you came in on a helicopter right?” Yasper sasses.
“Yeah, right,” Xavier concedes. You eye the two suspiciously.
“You know what, we gotta catch up, what do you say we meet by the bar? I’ll buy you a drink.”
“Yeah,” Xavier looks at you, “I could use another drink, you want one?”
“No thank you,” you smile.
“Okay, BRB,” you wave as he stands to join Yasper at the bar.
As they talk, you seize your opportunity to slip away from Xavier, and leave the gym. You walk outside to catch your breath and spot Chelsea marking up someone's car. “Woah Chelsea! Woah woah woah!” you run up to stop her. You see in her hands is lipstick, “Dude you ruined your lipstick,” you frown at her.
“Shit,” she looks down at it mesmerized.
“We should get you home,” you lead her away from the car a little.
“Woah! What’s going on here?” Yasper walks up to the two of you.
“I think Chelsea marked up this car thinking it was Xaviers,” you offer.
“Whaat? This is my car!” Yasper exclaims, “But it's cool, it's cool, it's just- is that lipstick?”
“Okay well can you drive Chelsea home?”
“Noo, I have to go to the afterparty,” Chelsea slurs.
You raise your eyebrow, looking to Yasper, you have a silent conversation, “Okay yeah, get in,” Yasper gestures to the car. You help Chelsea in the backseat and then climb in the front with Yasper, “What are you doing?”
You look around, confused, “Uh, going to the afterparty?”
“Oh, I thought you would wait for Xavier,” he says nervously.
“No way, screw him,” you buckle your seat belt, turning to make sure Chelsea was buckled in too.
At the afterparty you and Chelsea focus on sobering up a very intoxicated Aniq, who you had picked up in the parking lot after Yasper had hit him with his car. Yasper had wandered off somewhere, too enraptured with his phone. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Xavier, he nods towards the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. You do, despite knowing this might not end well.
“Hey,” Xavier starts when you step into the hallway.
“Hey,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest.
“Listen, I just wanted to tell you that Yasper is bad news.”
“What?” you question.
“Yeah he’s like, a total loser, and has some boring tech job.”
“Okay, and?”
“And? And if I see you with him again tonight, I’m- you’re- you're fired!” he stammers.
“You can't do that,” you state firmly.
“Oh yeah? Watch me,” he storms off back to the party. Yasper moves from his spot near the hallway, where he was invisible to you, yet heard the whole conversation. You sigh, returning to the party, beelining it to the bar, and shooting back more alcohol than you should've.
“There you are,” you lean on the door frame by the stairs.
Yasper looks at you as he watches Aniq climb the stairs, ”Hey.”
“Hey,” you step forward, as seductively as possible, even though your vision was a little blurry.
“Hey, I heard you and Xavier talking earlier-”
“SHhhh,” you drunkenly quiet him, placing a finger on his lips, before leaning down and replacing it with your own.
“Y/N-” Yasper protests.
“Shh,” you whisper, tugging on his jacket to pull him into the hallway, away from everyone else. You capture his mouth with yours again. Yasper gives in, snaking his hands around your waist and kissing you harder.
A scream from somewhere else in the house breaks you out of your embrace. You look worriedly in his big brown eyes. Getting up, you grab his hand, pulling him into the main room, where you spot everyone gathered on the balcony. You rush over, Yasper hot on your heels. When you glance over the side you spot a body, lying lifeless on the rocks below. The fabric of a purple suit catches your eye and you gasp, turning away, right into Yasper’s chest. He engulfs you in his arms, leading you away from the balcony.
-Danner-
“So what you're telling me, is you had a prime motive to kill Xavier?” Danner asks you when you finish telling your side of the story. You look at her, confused. “He was gonna fire yo ass!” she exclaimed.
“Ohhh,” you shake your head, “He was bluffing, I’ve known Xavier for a long time, he wouldn’t actually do that.”
Danner raises an eyebrow at you “Mhm,” she says as she writes something on her notepad.
“Plus, won’t I get more money from him firing me than from me killing him? I mean- fraternizing with your boss's ex-best friend isn’t really a fireable action.”
Danner considers this, “But if he liked you so much, and he has such a bad relationship with his dad, you might just be in the will.”
You shrug, “I’d have no idea.”
“Mhm,” she continued writing notes, “You may go.”
“Um, thanks,” you get up and exit the room.
You don’t even notice Danner following you into the main room where everyone is gathered.
“Listen up, everyone!” she calls from behind you, making you jump from surprise. “Good news, everyone. No more waiting. I know who the killer is.”
Yasper looks at you worriedly, and you take a seat next to Chelsea, looking down at your hands.
“So, you all have been talking all night long. Now, it’s my turn to talk,” Danner starts. She moves on Chelsea first, you grab her hand comfortingly.
“But I didn’t do it,” Chelsea pleads after Danner’s accusation of her.
“I know sweetie,” Danner pats her on the back softly. This shocks you, what kind of game is Danner playing at?
She continues, accusing Walt, then Brett. Aniq butts in, saving Brett from being arrested, claiming he saw him in the driveway. Danner agrees, saying it wasn’t Brett, nor was it Aniq, since he just stepped forward.
“Okay, then who was it?” Zoë asks impatiently.
“The person who was most upset with how their life turned out, the one who told the most cartoonish and fake story,” Danner looks at Zoë expectantly. Before turning.
“Oh.. oh no,” Aniq mumbles, as he moves with her to look at none other than Yasper.
“Me? What?” he laughs.
“Yeah, you’re the only one who could have been hiding in the closet. And you distracted everyone with your video so they wouldn’t hear Xavier scream when you killed him.” She steps forward. It was Chelsea’s turn to take your hand and squeeze it tight.
“This is gonna be fun, so it’s my turn now?” he jokes, which makes you tense. “Okay, explain how it’s me? Everyone was a witness, when that video came on? I was down here with Aniq.”
Danner agrees, “You right, everyone was a witness,” then explains the major hole in his story, “all of them said you came in from the balcony, except for you.”
You freeze, as Danner continues, picking apart his story, how it started when he came in to install the AV stuff. How saw you working for him. How he came across one of Xavier’s songs that used his line. The fight with Xavier at the bar. “There was only one way for you to get what you felt like you deserve, and that was to kill him.”
“Kill him?” Yasper asks.
“Yeah, kill him, steal the song, steal his girl,” she points to you, which makes Yasper uncross his arms, “then you say he gave you the song, then release it as a duet, with you and Xavier as your Tupac.”
“I mean, this is an incredible, fanciful imaginary story. I’m actually impressed, but it’s totally false. It’s all made up.”
Danner continues to tear apart his story, his fake recording studio alibi from earlier in the night, how Maggie had turned the sound up stupidly loud, the selfie, Brett walking in.
“You’re making up everything! Aniq! Y/N! Now’s the time where you stand up for me!” Danner continues, her story persistent, yet fully thought through. “You really think that I did this? I was Xavier’s friend, he was coming up. We were gonna record a song together, I have text messages, remember?” he almost pleads, causing you and Chelsea to look at each other. “He texted me, look at this. Show everybody.”
“You know what? Y/N actually helped me crack this one.” you raise your eyebrows, looking on with wide eyes. “Y/N told me that her and Xavier don’t use passwords on their phones, that’s how Xavier blocked your number from her phone.” Some quiet ooh’s sound through the room.
Danner proceeds with her accusation, talking about how Yasper had texted himself from Xavier’s phone, then jumped down from the balcony. But Aniq had wanted to confront Xavier, so he tried to stop him.
“All this time I thought you were helping me,” Aniq crosses his arms.
“I have been helping you. She’s turning you against me right now.” Yasper begins scrambling talking about how Danner has been accusing everyone, but with no evidence.
“But there is evidence.” Aniq mutters. “You realized there were security cameras that probably saw exactly what you did, and you had to erase it.” Aniq steps forward, “You still had Xavier’s phone,” Aniq continues, talking about him deleting the footage, copying Xavier’s song ideas from his phone to his own.
“I swear to you, I don’t have Xavier’s phone,” Yasper says, you release your hand from Chelsea’s, pulling out your phone, as Culp steps forward to search him. Culp pulls out two phones.
“I have two phones, is that crime?” Imma Live Forever plays from the one in Culps right hand, your name appearing on the screen. Yasper abruptly stops his arguing, “Y/N?”
You look up from your phone, holding and showing everyone that you had dialed Xavier’s contact, solemnly. Danner cheers, which evokes the others to cheer too, everyone but you, Aniq, and Zoë.
“You guys don’t understand…” Yasper starts. “You all have your own stories, right? B-but Xavier, he owed me everything, I gave him his career, I gave him his name. I gave him his name, you remember that?” he asks Aniq, who frowns at his friend, “And he still wanted to screw me over, w-with the music, with Y/N! I should have been the star, I should have been the successful one. I was the one that was supposed to be famous!” Yasper speaks, slowly walking across the room, he begins to ramble, “And there’s one thing that you guys didn’t think about,” he looks at you briefly, before turning quickly and running for the door. Culp catches him easily as he tries to open the very heavy glass door.
You sigh, and Zoë approaches, opening her arms for you to embrace her in a much needed hug. “I’m sorry,” she says, softly directing your gaze away from the sight of Yasper being arrested. You give her a tight-lipped smile.
Bonus (spoilers for season 2):
A year later, you found yourself wrapped up in another murder investigation, having been invited to Zoë’s little sister’s wedding. Thankfully, the groom had been killed on accident, unthankfully, the culprit was Zoë’s uncle.
You, Danner, Aniq, and Zoë all sat at a table on the front porch. “So, Y/N, how’s Yasper?” Danner asks, causing you to freeze.
“What is she talking about?” Zoë questions, leaning forward from beside you to look in your eyes. You turn your head, only to be met with Aniq’s gaze.
“She didn’t tell you?” Danner asks, your eyes flick up at hers in an attempt to quiet her.
“She told me she was getting letters from him… But you told the prison to stop sending them… Right?” Zoë asks sternly.
Danner laughs, “Uh uh, no she did not.” You glare at her.
“What?”
“I tried to-,” you start, turning to your friend, grabbing her hands in yours, “But the request didn’t go through I guess, and I never tried again…” You look down at your hands.
“But you throw them out, right? That’s what I did, and he stopped sending them, eventually,” Aniq pipes up.
You continue to stare at your hands guiltily.
“You kept every single one, haven’t you?” Danner asks, clicking her tongue.
You look up at Zoë, who gapes at you, “Y/N, he killed someone.”
“Yeah, Xavier,” you mutter.
The three stare in shock as you get up and leave.
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