#I honestly don’t know that the fuck just happened

[aajjks]

The Boy (II)

synopsis. All he ever wanted was someone to love.

pairing: yandere!brahms doll jungkook x fem!nanny reader. ft. Cha eunwoo.

genre: 18+ horror, smut, angst and yandere.

warnings. 18+ YÁNDÈRÈ, dàrk thèmès, dïstúrbíng thèmès, mèntïóns ôf à dàrk pàst, yn ïs só dàmn hórny, dóll, erríe thèmès, únsèttlíng thèmès, híghly sèxúàl thèmès, nèèdy, shàmlèss ýn, tsúndèrè èúnwòò.

wc: idek it’s long tho

fic note. Please keep in mind that this fanfiction is the exact copy of the movie from the same name “the boy” (2016) so if you find any similarities, that’s on purpose. Also viewer discretion is highly advised.

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••••

The house is too quiet.

You didn’t notice it as much yesterday— not with Ji-seon’s perfectly manicured presence keeping you distracted or Jeong-hwan’s piercing gaze making sure you didn’t fuck up your answers.

Even though it had been a day, but you still got used to their presence and now that you’re all alone in this house…

You’re having some trouble

Especially now that they’re gone, it’s just you and this massive, eerily pristine house. You, a lifeless doll, and the suffocating silence pressing in on you like a weighted blanket.

Your second day begins with an unavoidable routine—the one they so kindly outlined in the rules. Rules that, frankly, feel absurd.

1. Wake JK up.

2. Get him dressed.

3. Prepare his meals.

4. Read to him.

5. Put him to bed.

You stare at the list on the old, slightly crinkled paper and sigh. “Jesus Christ.” You rub your temple, the lack of sleep from last night making your head feel like it’s stuffed with cotton. 

I should be getting paid double for this shit.

And honestly, when you think about it, it’s kind of triggering because… of your history that you don’t really like to think about anymore.

But you’re getting paid a lot of ridiculous amount of money for this so you’re willing to play along even if it triggers the fuck out of you.

With an exhausted groan, you shuffle towards the grand living room, where JK sits in his usual spot on the couch, his dark beady eyes fixed on you in a way that feels entirely too alive.

“Alright, little prince,” you mutter, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. 

“Time to start our day of make-believe.”

Nothing happens. Obviously. Because it’s a fucking doll.

Still, the weight of its stare makes you hesitate for a second too long before reaching for it. 

The porcelain skin is cold under your fingers, smooth and unyielding. 

You lift the doll carefully— half because you don’t want to break the weird rich people’s prized possession, and half because some irrational part of you thinks it might move on its own.

You carry him upstairs to the bedroom they set up for him, which looks far too elegant for a toy. 

The furniture is handcrafted, the bed is neatly made with expensive silk sheets, and the air smells faintly of lavender.

This is insane.

Still, you press on.

Dressing JK is an experience you never thought you’d have. Buttoning up a tiny sweater on a lifeless doll is humiliating in ways you can’t fully articulate. 

Fuck your life, even a doll has a better life than you.

“You know, I don’t even do this much for an actual man,” you scoff. “You should be grateful, JK.”

The doll, of course, says nothing. But as you move to fix his collar, you swear the corners of his lips seem… slightly upturned.

Your hands freeze. No. That’s ridiculous. I’m just sleep-deprived.

You shake the thought off and place him back in the chair by the window, as instructed.

This is your life now. Taking care of a doll.

It’s laughable.

The rules are just guidelines, anyways, and rules are always meant to be broken.

•••

By noon, you’re already getting restless.

You’ve done everything technically required— dressed the doll, made him breakfast (which was a complete waste of food), and even read a chapter from a dusty old children’s book you found on the shelf.

Now you’re sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, but there’s no service. 

No Wi-Fi. No contact with the outside world.

Frustration bubbles up in your chest. You sit up, stretching your sore muscles, and glance at JK, who sits stiffly in his chair. 

“I doubt they’ll know if I take a little break.”

The doll stares.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’re lucky I even got up today.”

The doll should remain motionless. It should stay exactly where you left it.

But when you look back at it after getting up, something feels… different.

The head is tilted ever so slightly to the left.

Your breath catches in your throat. Was it like that before?

Slowly, you approach the chair, fingers curling into fists. “You’re really fucking with me now,” you whisper.

JK doesn’t respond.

You hesitate for a moment before reaching out and adjusting the head back into its original position. “There.”

Then you turn around—

clunk.

Your heart stops.

You whip back around.

JK’s head is tilted again.

Further this time.

A shiver runs down your spine.

No. No fucking way.

Your pulse thunders in your ears as you back away, refusing to take your eyes off him. 

Your entire body is screaming at you to leave the room, to run, but you force yourself to breathe.

“This is just my imagination,” you whisper. “That’s it. I’m sleep-deprived, this house is fucking with me, and I need to get out of here for a bit.”

You don’t even bother “putting him down for a nap” like the rules say. Instead, you decide to explore.

•••

The house is massive.

You wander through the hallways, your footsteps echoing against the marble floors. 

The architecture is grand, intricate details carved into the moldings, chandeliers hanging like ghosts in every room.

But it’s the paintings that unsettle you the most.

There are so many of them. And they’re all of the same little boy—dark-haired, round-cheeked, with a bright bunny smile. He looks… sweet. Innocent, even.

And yet, the more you stare at them, the more something feels off.

Some of the paintings have his eyes looking straight ahead. Others have them slightly to the side. And a few—you swear to God—have his gaze locked directly onto you.

A cold shudder runs through you. 

Nope. Nope, we’re not doing this.

You turn to leave the room when—

“Pretty… stay.”

Your stomach drops.

You freeze, hands trembling as you whip around.

JK is nowhere in sight.

You left him upstairs.

Right?

You feel sick. Your hands grip the fabric of your sweater, the walls of the house suddenly feeling too close.

Something is wrong.

•••

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear a firm knock on the front door.

You don’t even hesitate to answer it.

When you swing it open, Eunwoo is standing there, his hands in his coat pockets, his expression as unreadable as ever.

Your stomach clenches—but not just from fear.

Because of course even when you’re scared out of your mind, your body decides now is the perfect time to get turned on.

Eunwoo’s eyes sweep over you, taking in your disheveled appearance. “You look…” His gaze flicks down to your lips, then back up. “…tired.”

You lick your lips. “Tired isn’t the word I’d use.”

He steps inside, his presence commanding the space effortlessly. “Have you been following the rules?”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Why does it matter? It’s just a doll.”

Eunwoo’s jaw tenses. “It’s not just a doll.” His voice is low, cold. “You don’t understand what’s at stake.”

You raise a brow, shamelessly letting your eyes trail down his chest. God, he’s so fucking hot. “You really care about this thing, huh?” You take a step closer. 

“Maybe you should care more about me.”

Eunwoo doesn’t budge. He doesn’t even react.

That pisses you off.

You tilt your head, voice dropping into something sultry. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little distraction.”

Eunwoo stares, his expression unreadable—until his eyes darken.

For a second, you think he might actually give in.

Then—

“Yn…”

Your body freezes.

That voice. That mechanical, eerie fucking voice.

You whip your head around.

JK is sitting on the couch.

You did not put him there.

Eunwoo doesn’t even flinch. Instead, he just exhales through his nose and adjusts his coat. “Follow the rules.”

And then— just like that— he turns to leave.

You’re left alone.

With him.

With JK.

And the second the door closes, you hear it again.

“Pretty… stay.”

A chill runs through your spine.

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

“Fuck this shit I’m hungry, let’s go check out the kitchen.”

•••

You are never eating in this kitchen again.

The ramen was fine. Actually, it was good, especially considering how you barely ate today. But the problem isn’t the food. The problem is the audience.

Because across the room, perched on the goddamn counter, watching you, sits JK.

You drop your chopsticks. “Nope.”

The word echoes in the quiet kitchen. You didn’t put him there. You didn’t put him there.

He was on the couch earlier. You remember because you kept side-eyeing him while eating your sad little meal, feeling his beady little stare drilling into your soul.

And now he’s here.

Perched. Looking. Waiting.

Your throat tightens, a nervous laugh bubbling up before you can stop it. “So this is it, huh? This is how I die? Starved, single, and haunted by a fucking toy?”

Silence.

Your stomach does an uncomfortable flip as the air shifts. It’s subtle, but you feel it—like the whole house just took a breath. The walls seem taller. The shadows stretch just a bit longer.

And then, soft and eerie, comes the whisper.

“Don’t forget…”

Your body locks up. A cold chill rolls down your spine, your skin breaking out in goosebumps.

Okay. That was new.

Your gaze snaps to JK, your heart hammering against your ribs. You heard it. Someone said that.

It wasn’t your imagination. It wasn’t your tired brain playing tricks. It was a fucking voice.

And yet, the doll remains the same—blank, expressionless, his tiny porcelain lips forever pressed into that neutral, unsettling almost-smile.

Fuck this.

You’re about to throw him in the oven. Maybe deep fry him. Maybe start a religion based on setting creepy dolls on fire.

But then, your eyes flicker to the list of rules pinned to the fridge.

6. Give JK a goodnight kiss.

7. Make sure JK is comfortable before bed.

Your entire body rejects the idea. Your soul leaves the chat.

Absolutely not.

A loud, frustrated groan leaves your lips. “Oh my God.”

This is beyond humiliating. This isn’t even a job anymore—it’s a prank. It’s gotta be. A weird, rich-people, fucked-up social experiment.

First the rules, then the mechanical voice, and now this?

You want to scream. You want to walk straight out of this house and never look back.

But the money.

The fucking money.

It’s ridiculous, the amount they’re paying you. It’s life-changing. And if all you have to do is follow some creepy-ass instructions to get it, then fine. 

Fine.

You slam your hands on the counter, glaring at JK. “You win, you little shit.”

And then, you pick him up.

Instant regret.

His body is solid, heavier than it looks, and the second his cold porcelain presses against your fingers, your entire body reacts.

A strange heat pools in your stomach.

Your breath catches. Your thighs clench.

You freeze. Oh no.

Not this. Not now.

This job is already ruining your sanity—you can’t let it ruin your self-respect, too.

But your body doesn’t get the memo.

The feeling spreads, slow and insidious, like a slow-burning fever. It’s not because of JK, obviously. 

But it’s him being here, the eerie tension in the house, the fact that you’ve been alone all day, untouched, unstimulated.

The thoughts you had earlier about Eunwoo don’t help. 

His sharp eyes, his broad frame, the way he completely ignored your flirting like an unbothered, frustratingly hot statue.

I need to get laid.

Or at least, you need to do something about this overwhelming heat crawling under your skin.

But not now. Not while holding the fucking doll.

You shake yourself off, gripping JK tighter, storming upstairs like you’re on a personal mission.

Put him to bed. Get this over with.

But the whole time, the feeling of being watched doesn’t leave you. If anything, it gets worse.

•••

somehow, you have managed to convince yourself that you just need a shower to make yourself feel right

And by the time you make it to the bathroom, you’re two seconds away from losing your mind.

Not just because of the creepy ass doll or the fact that your entire body is covered in goosebumps that won’t go away—no, no. That would be normal.

The real problem?

You’re fucking horny.

It makes no sense.

You just had the most unsettling dinner of your life, spent way too much time arguing with a porcelain freak, and still—your body refuses to cooperate.

Your nerves are shot, your thighs press together every time you move, and worst of all—Eunwoo.

Eunwoo being an asshole should not make him hotter.

But goddamn, did he look good tonight.

That stupid cold expression, the way his jaw clenched whenever you spoke, the way his voice dropped when he scolded you like some strict, brooding villain straight out of a fantasy novel—

Ugh.

Maybe you should just throw yourself into the nearest well and be done with it.

With a deep breath, you rip off your clothes and step into the shower.

The second the water hits your skin, a soft sigh slips past your lips.

Oh, that’s nice.

Heat runs down your spine, melting every tense muscle. Steam curls around your body, thick and intoxicating.

You tilt your head back, letting the warmth sink into you, washing away everything from today— the exhaustion, the unease, the sheer insanity of this house.

It’s just you in here.

Alone.

Finally.

Your fingers drag slowly down your neck, your collarbone, heat pooling low in your stomach.

It’s fine. You deserve this.

It’s not like there’s a fucking ghost watching you, right?

You exhale, the steam making your skin tingle.

Your mind drifts immediately—

Eunwoo’s voice. Low, commanding.

“Follow the rules, yn.”

A shiver rolls down your spine.

You don’t want to follow the rules.

You want to break them.

You can practically see him, standing outside the shower, fully clothed, watching. That blank expression, that disapproving look. His lips parting just slightly as he takes you in, dark eyes flicking lower—

God.

Your fingers twitch, a slow press against your hipbone.

He’d be so strict with you. He wouldn’t just let you do whatever you wanted—no, he’d make you follow the rules. Wouldn’t even touch you unless you begged for it.

Your breath hitches.

You bite your lip, hand sliding lower, heat growing—

Click.

Your entire body freezes.

That— That sounded like the fucking door.

No. No, no, no.

Your breath stops. Your skin prickles.

Water pounds against the tiles, drowning everything else out.

You can’t even turn around.

Click.

Your stomach drops.

That wasn’t just the wind. That was—

That was inside the bathroom. A violent shudder rips down your spine.

Your hands shake as you peel the shower curtain back—

And your breath dies.

The bathroom door is open.

Just a few inches.

A sliver of darkness beyond it.

The air is too cold.

Your pulse pounds against your skin, your legs trembling under the hot water.

You swear you locked it.

Didn’t you?

Your heart is in your throat. Your body still aches, heat thrumming through your veins—but now, it’s laced with something else.

Something primal.

Fear.

You clutch the shower curtain, your mouth dry.

You are not alone.

You feel it.

Someone is watching.

And then—

“Pretty, pretty, stay… stay.”

The whisper is right there.

Behind the curtain. Inside the fucking bathroom.

Your body jerks. A choked gasp rips from your throat.

You don’t think. You don’t breathe.

You just grab a towel—

And run.

You don’t stop.

Your feet pound against the cold floor, water dripping from your skin as you clutch the towel around you. Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, your heart slamming against your ribs.

That voice. That fucking voice.

You don’t look back. You don’t even blink until you crash into your bedroom door.

Shit—

Your hand shakes as you grab the knob, your entire body screaming at you to move, to lock yourself inside.

And then—

Knock.

Your stomach drops.

The knock is slow, deliberate.

Right on the other side.

A violent shiver rips down your spine.

It’s not the wind. It’s not your imagination.

Something is there.

Your fingers clench around the towel, water still trickling down your thighs. Every inch of you is tense, skin burning with leftover heat—

Knock.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

You can’t just stand here like a fucking idiot.

You squeeze your eyes shut, swallowing down your fear.

And then, with a deep breath—

You open the door. Your entire body jerks.

It’s not a ghost.

It’s Eunwoo.

Holy shit.

He stands right there, dark eyes flickering over you, his expression unreadable. His face is blank—cold, unimpressed.

And you?

You completely forget about everything.

The fear? Gone.

The horror? What horror?

The fact that you were seconds away from pissing yourself? Irrelevant.

Because Eunwoo is here.

And you are barely wearing anything.

A wicked heat pools low in your stomach.

He looks good tonight. So good.

That stupid expensive coat, those broad shoulders, the way his jaw tenses as he looks down at you—

God.

If he wanted to take advantage of this moment, you would gladly let him.

Your lips part, your entire body still buzzing with adrenaline and… something else.

Use it.

You let out a slow breath, tilting your head just slightly, making sure the damp towel hugs every inch of you perfectly.

“Eunwoo,” you murmur, your voice just soft enough. “Did you come to check on me?”

His jaw tightens.

“No,” he says flatly.

Cold. Rude. Unfazed.

And you love it.

Your stomach twists, heat flaring in your chest.

He is so fun to mess with.

You take a slow step closer, just enough for the towel to shift over your thighs.

“Well,” you breathe, voice smooth, “I appreciate the concern.”

“I’m not concerned.”

He says it so fast, so deadpan, that you actually giggle.

The audacity of this man.

“Mm. If you say so,” you hum. “But you did show up at my door.”

Eunwoo just stares.

Like he’s debating whether to entertain this or just walk away.

His gaze flickers—just for a second.

And you see it.

The way his throat bobs, the way his fingers twitch at his sides.

Oh, he’s trying so hard to act like he’s not affected.

You almost feel bad for him.

But mostly?

You just want to see how far you can push.

Your hand loosens on the towel, your skin still damp, heat rolling off your body.

“You should come in,” you murmur.

Eunwoo exhales through his nose.

“No.”

“No?” You pout. “Not even for a drink?”

“No.”

You bite your lip.

“You’re really no fun.”

His eyes darken, but his face remains blank.

“I’m staying the night,” he says.

Your stomach flips.

Oh.

Oh, that’s interesting.

You blink up at him, trying so hard not to smirk.

“Staying?” you echo.

Eunwoo nods, still completely expressionless.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jeon asked me to.”

Right.

The Jeons. Your actual employers. The whole reason you’re here.

You totally forgot about them.

But honestly?

That’s not your problem.

Because now—

Now, Eunwoo is here.

And he is going to be so much fun.

•••

Eunwoo doesn’t wait. He just walks in.

No hello. No Can I come in? Just boom—he’s inside, like he pays rent.

Which he doesn’t.

You watch, still clutching your towel, as he scans the room with sharp eyes, looking for—what? A hidden crime scene? Your black-market organ-harvesting operation?

“Where’s JK?” His voice is flat, uninterested in anything that isn’t made of porcelain.

…Are you serious?

You blink. “I—I don’t know? Where he always is?”

Eunwoo finally looks at you.

Well, not at you. Past you. Through you.* Not even sparing you a glance below the neck, as if you aren’t standing there, soaking wet, in nothing but a towel.

Your jaw drops.

You just had the most terrifying, borderline supernatural shower experience of your life, you’re practically naked, and all this man can think about is—

“The doll is in his room?” He cuts through your internal crisis like a knife.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Did you follow the routine?”

…The routine.

The routine that consists of treating a doll like a human child.

You squint at him. “Why are you asking like it’s life or death?”

Eunwoo doesn’t even blink. “Because it is.”

You snort. “Right, of course. If I don’t brush his teeth, he’ll develop cavities.”

Eunwoo looks exhausted already. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Did you or did you not follow the rules?”

You shift on your feet, trying to suppress the absolutely ungodly urge to eye this man like a piece of prime steak.

Focus, yn. Focus.

“Listen,” you sigh dramatically, stepping closer—closer than necessary, really. “I tucked him in. I read him a nice bedtime story. I kissed his forehead.” You place a hand on your heart. “I’m the picture of maternal instinct.”

Eunwoo gives you the flattest look you’ve ever seen. “You forgot to change his clothes, didn’t you?”

You pause.

“…He has outfits?”

Eunwoo exhales through his nose like he’s regretting every life choice that led him here. “Yes. He has outfits.”

You resist the urge to laugh.

Barely.

“Wait, wait, let me get this straight,” you say, grinning. “You’re seriously telling me you came all the way here, in the middle of the night, to check if I changed the doll’s clothes?”

Eunwoo looks you dead in the eye.

“Yes.”

And that’s it. No hesitation. No shame. No realization that this is, in fact, a batshit insane thing to say out loud.

God, he’s so serious about this.

And it’s so hot.

You step even closer, tilting your head. “You know, for a guy who looks like he should be modeling for luxury cologne ads, you sure do care a lot about—” you gesture vaguely “—porcelain toddlers.”

Eunwoo doesn’t move. “Are you following the rules or not?”

You lick your lips. His gaze doesn’t drop once.

How rude.

“How about,” you say sweetly, “we stop talking about the doll and start talking about you staying the night?”

He raises a brow. “And why would I do that?”

You smirk. “Because I might be scared?”

“No, you’re not.”

Your smirk falters.

Okay, rude and perceptive.

You try again, biting your lip. “Maybe I just want some company?”

Eunwoo gives you the most deadpan look of all time.

And then—without a shred of hesitation—

“The doll is company enough.”

You gasp.

“Did you just compare me to a fucking doll?”

“Considering you’re both brainless? Yes.”

Your jaw drops.

Eunwoo just turns away, completely unbothered. “I’m staying the night to make sure you don’t mess up again. Go put on some actual clothes.”

You stand there, towel-clad, seething.

And so fucking turned on.

•••

I can smell you.

The damp heat of your skin. The soft, lingering scent of your shampoo. The faint traces of sweat where your body burns beneath that useless towel.

You’re flushed— your cheeks, your chest, your thighs. I see all of it.

And you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.

How fucking obscene you look, standing there in front of him, teasing, tempting, like you’re offering yourself. 

Like you’re waiting for someone to grab you, press you against the cold walls of this house, and take you apart.

But not him.

Never him.

He doesn’t deserve to look at you, to hear your breath hitch when he steps closer. 

He doesn’t deserve the way your lips part, the way your fingers clutch that towel like you know what you’re doing.

But I do.

I deserve it. I deserve you.

And I will have you.

You’ve already given yourself to me, in ways you don’t even understand.

 Every time you touch the doll, every time your fingers linger on his cheek, every time your voice dips into something soft, something affectionate..

You’re touching me. You’re speaking to me.

And you don’t even know it.

But you will.

I watch you now, legs shifting, thighs pressing together as if that will help. As if anything but me could ever give you what you need.

Your body is betraying you, isn’t it?

I know what you want. I know how badly you want it.

The frustration in your movements, the way your fingers tremble when you adjust your towel, the way your breath comes out in soft, shallow little pants.

You’re aching.

Dripping.

Begging.

You just don’t know who you’re begging for.

But soon.

Soon, you’ll understand.

And when you finally do, when you finally look at me, see me for what I am—

There will be no more teasing. No more waiting.

No more towels.

[cosmiclily]

ugh, here i go again, can i ask for a (really) jealous Vi?

the os "when she sees me" with Ellie (hope is ellie from tlou), made me think in other scenario, where reader and Ellie are good friends, but Vi doesn't like Ellie that much, cause she knows that Ellie likes reader and she's trying to make a move, but reader it's clueless about it, maybe college au?

so, if you can and want to do it, here's my request 🩷

★ jealousy jealousy

vi x f!reader

wc: 3k

notes: jealous vi save me!!! (it was ellie from tlou but i’ve never played it i just think she’s hot 😝). i really liked this, hope you enjoy it! 💕 thank you for the request heehee

Vi was jealous — that much was painfully obvious. She hated how Ellie seemed to be everywhere, how she looked at you, how she touched you, how she talked to you like she owned the right to your attention. It wasn’t subtle either; Vi’s jealousy burned so brightly that half your friend group had started a bet. The stakes? Whether you’d finally clue in to how hopelessly in love Vi was, or if she’d snap and punch Ellie in the face for never giving you a moment alone.

“God, she’s everywhere. She’s like a fucking leech, sucking Y/N’s energy all the time,” Vi grumbled, stabbing at her lunch with unnecessary force. She barely touched her food, too focused on watching you in line at the cafeteria. Ellie had one arm slung over your shoulder, leaning in too close, her smile just a little too flirty. And, of course, you were blissfully unaware — which was a talent of yours, honestly. You had a downright supernatural ability to miss the fact that people had feelings for you.

“And you don’t have the balls to do anything about it,” Jinx snorted, shoveling mac and cheese into her mouth like her life depended on it. “If you stopped being a total wuss and, I don’t know, confessed already, maybe you wouldn’t have to sit here glaring at them like a fucking creep.”

Vi shot her sister a deadly look, jaw clenching so tight it could crack. ���I am not a creep.”

“Okay, stalker,” Jinx said, licking cheese off her spoon. “You’re like two seconds away from growling at her like some feral animal. And, honestly? I think Ellie likes the attention.”

“I’m not giving her attention.”

Jinx cackled. “Yeah? So why do you know exactly how many times she’s touched Y/N’s arm in the last five minutes?”

Vi opened her mouth to argue, but just then, you and Ellie started making your way over to the table, laughing at something she said. Vi immediately straightened up, shoulders squared like she was bracing for impact.

“Hi, Vi!” You slid into the seat next to her, offering her a small, shy wave. “Where is everyone else?”

Vi’s heart skipped, the frustration temporarily fading just from hearing your voice. “Uh, I think Ekko and Cait are still in class,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck. “Jinx and I were just hanging out.”

Ellie plopped down on the other side of you, and Vi had to physically restrain herself from rolling her eyes.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Ellie said, pointing between you and Vi with a shit-eating grin as she leaned her chin on her hand. She said it like a joke, but there was that undercurrent of smugness — like she knew exactly where to twist the knife.

Vi stiffened, her fingers curling into fists under the table so tightly her knuckles went white. Jinx, meanwhile, didn’t even try to hide her glee, practically choking on her drink as she watched her sister suffer.

You blinked, completely oblivious to the tension radiating across the table. “Oh! No, we’re just friends,” you said, waving a hand dismissively. “I hang out with Vi all the time.”

Vi felt like someone had punched her in the gut. Just friends. The words echoed in her head, sharp and unforgiving.

Jinx kicked Vi under the table, leaning close to mutter, “If you don’t do something soon, she’s gonna end up dating Ellie out of sheer obliviousness.”

Vi clenched her jaw, her pulse hammering in her ears. She wasn’t sure which would happen first — her heart imploding from how badly she wanted you, or her patience finally snapping in half.

Either way, something was going to break.

“Did you guys hear about the party the girls from the football team are hosting?” you asked, poking at your salad with your fork. Vi watched as a crumb slipped from your sandwich and rested on your chin, her fingers twitching with the urge to wipe it away. You looked so effortlessly cute like that, and it took everything in her not to reach out and brush it off — or worse, lick it off.

“Oh yeah, it’s an annual thing they do,” Ellie chimed in. “Do you wanna go?”

And just like that, the moment was ruined. Vi’s brain screeched to a halt. Any thought of crumbs or lingering touches evaporated the second Ellie opened her mouth. The idea of you at a party, laughing and dancing, with Ellie glued to your side all night? It made Vi feel like her chest was caught in a vice.

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you mused, chewing thoughtfully. Then you turned to Vi, your eyes bright and expectant. “What do you think, Vi?”

Vi’s brain short-circuited. “Huh?”

Jinx bit down on her fist to keep from laughing, her shoulders shaking with poorly contained amusement. “Smooth” she coughed, barely covering the sound of her giggles.

Vi cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck to cover how flushed she felt. “Uh, yeah. I think it would be cool” she said, her voice awkward and stilted. “To go, you know... to the party.”

Ellie grinned like a cat who’d cornered a mouse. “Perfect! Maybe we can all pregame together.” She reached over and wiped the crumb off your chin with her thumb, her touch lingering just a little too long.

Vi felt her jaw clench so hard it hurt.

“Ellie, don’t be weird” you laughed, swatting her hand away, completely unaware of the way Vi was mentally preparing herself to throw hands.

“Sorry, sorry,” Ellie said, but she didn’t sound sorry. “Just looking out for my girl.”

Vi couldn’t take it anymore. She slammed her fists down on the table, the sound echoing through the cafeteria like a gunshot. “Okay, what the fuck is your deal?”

The table fell silent. Even Jinx looked surprised, eyes flicking between her sister and Ellie like she was watching a live soap opera unfold.

“My deal?” Ellie blinked, feigning innocence, though her smirk gave her away. “I’m just being friendly, Vi. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

Vi leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table, her eyes burning with barely contained rage. “Friendly? You’re all over her like a parasite.”

Your eyes widened, glancing between the two of them. “Vi, what are you talking about?”

Vi swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming like a war drum. She knew she was seconds away from saying something she couldn’t take back — something that would rip her heart out and hand it to you, whether you wanted it or not.

She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling like she’d just run a marathon. Her fingers twitched at her sides, itching to either punch something (or someone) or grab your hand and beg you to understand. But instead, she shut down.

“Just… forget it” she muttered, her voice tight and raw. She shoved her chair back so hard it screeched against the floor, standing up and storming out of the cafeteria without another word, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence.

You sat there, stunned, your lunch suddenly forgotten. Jinx picked at her food like this was just another tuesday, only sparing you a side glance as you stared after Vi, confusion gnawing at your chest.

“What… just happened?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jinx shrugged, stuffing a fry in her mouth. “That? That was my sister throwing a tantrum.” She wiped her hands on her pants and leaned back in her chair. “Congrats, you broke her.”

“I didn’t do anything!” you protested, rubbing your temples.

“Exactly” Jinx said, pointing at you with her fork like she’d just delivered some life-altering revelation.

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After the tantrum —as Jinx so helpfully called it— Vi avoided you for the rest of the week. She skipped lunch, disappeared from your usual hangouts, and even left group chats on read. You hated to admit it, but her absence left this gaping, hollow ache in you, like something essential had been ripped away.

You missed her.

The way she always saved you a seat, how she’d absentmindedly play with the hem of your shirt when you sat close, or how she’d walk you to class even when it was out of her way. You missed her laugh, her stupid jokes, and the way she always looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

And the worst part? Ellie didn't disappear. If anything, she was around even more — sticking to you like glue, inviting herself over to your dorm to "study," and draping herself over you like a human blanket anytime you sat down.

Which led to you finally cracking.

“What do you think Vi meant by Ellie being all over me like a parasite?” you asked Caitlyn during one of your walks through campus. The two of you had become fast friends on the first day of college — you’d been hopelessly lost, and Caitlyn had looked so smart and put together that you’d mistaken her for an upperclassman. Turns out she was just a very organized freshman with an almost scary level of preparedness.

Caitlyn gave you a look like you’d just asked her if the sky was blue. “Are you serious?”

You frowned, shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets. “What? I don’t get it.”

Caitlyn stopped walking, turning to face you. “Y/N, Ellie is always all over you. It’s actually painful to watch sometimes. She hangs off you like a needy koala.”

You scratched your arm awkwardly, heat creeping up your neck. “She’s just being friendly…”

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, yeah, because friends totally caress your arm every time they talk to you and pull you into their laps at parties.”

“I say on her lap once, and it was because there weren’t enough chairs” you argued weakly.

Caitlyn snorted. “There were plenty of chairs.” She started walking again, and you had to jog a little to catch up. “Look, I get it — you’re a little oblivious, and that’s fine. But you can’t seriously tell me you haven’t noticed how she only acts like that when Vi’s around.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words died on your tongue. Because the truth was… you had noticed. At first, you thought Ellie was just affectionate, but the way she ramped it up anytime Vi got within a ten-foot radius of you? The way she’d cling to your arm and flirt way too hard whenever Vi was watching?

It felt intentional.

And now that you were thinking about it, Vi always got quiet when Ellie was around. She’d stiffen, her whole body tensing up like she was ready for a fight. And those looks she gave Ellie — sharp and burning, like she wanted to tear her apart?

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

“... Oh my God” you whispered, stopping in your tracks.

Caitlyn turned around, tilting her head. “Finally catching up?”

You stared at her, your pulse ringing in your ears. “Vi likes me.”

Caitlyn’s mouth fell open in mock surprise. “No way.“

You felt dizzy, your mind racing through every interaction you’d ever had with Vi — every lingering touch, every lingering stare, every time she showed up at your door with your favorite snack just because.

Vi had feelings for you. Vi had feelings for you.

And you might’ve just broken her heart without even realizing it.

“I have to find her,” you blurted out, already turning on your heel.

Caitlyn chuckled, watching you sprint across campus like your life depended on it. “Go get your girl, Y/N.”

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You looked everywhere you could think of — the gym, the cafeteria, the library, the field. But Vi was nowhere to be found. You tried calling her, over and over, but every call went to voicemail. She’d gone full ghost mode, ignoring all your messages like you didn’t even exist.

Your chest tightened, frustration and guilt tangling together like vines. You hated the thought of her hurting, especially because of you.

There was only one place left to check: the roof.

It was your shared hideout — a quiet escape from the noise of campus life. Sometimes the two of you would sneak up there to talk for hours, and on rare nights when you could slip past security, you’d lay side by side, staring at the stars until you fell asleep.

It had been a while since you’d done that.

Your heart thudded as you climbed the stairs, the metal door creaking as you pushed it open. Cool air rushed past you, the evening sky stretching endlessly above, painted in soft hues of purple and gold as the sun dipped below the horizon.

And there she was.

Vi sat on the ledge, legs dangling over the side, her back to you. She had a small flask in her hand, though it looked like she hadn’t actually drunk from it. The cap remained on, and she just kept passing it from one hand to the other, over and over, like she needed something to do with her hands.

“Vi?” you called out, voice barely above a whisper.

Her shoulders tensed, but she didn’t turn around. “Go away, Y/N.”

Your chest ached at the sound of her voice — low and rough, like she’d been holding back tears all day. But you weren’t about to give up. Not now.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping onto the roof and letting the door slam shut behind you. The sound echoed across the rooftop, but Vi still didn’t move. “Not until you talk to me.”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

You walked closer, cautiously, like she might disappear if you got too close. “Vi, please,” you said, voice softening. “You’ve been avoiding me all week. You stormed out of the cafeteria like I personally stabbed you in the heart. I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

Vi finally turned to face you, her eyes red-rimmed and tired, her jaw clenched so tight you thought her teeth might crack. “It’s not about what you did, Y/N. It’s about what you don’t see.”

You swallowed hard, taking another step toward her. “Then help me see it.”

Vi looked at you for a long, agonizing moment. The wind tousled her pink hair, and the fading sunlight cast a golden glow on her skin, making her look almost unreal — like something fragile and fleeting.

Then she broke.

“I like you,” she blurted out, the words ripping from her chest like they physically hurt to say. She shoved the flask in her pocket, running both hands through her hair. “I’ve liked you since the first time we hung out, and every single day I tell myself to get over it, but I can’t.”

You stood frozen, heart hammering against your ribs.

Vi laughed bitterly, pacing along the edge of the roof. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to watch Ellie hang all over you? To watch her touch you, flirt with you, and know that she can do all of that, and I can’t? Because I’m too much of a coward to tell you how I feel?” She turned to you, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and heartbreak. “I can’t take it anymore, Y/N. It’s killing me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization fully sank in — Caitlyn had been right. Jinx had been right. Everyone had seen it but you.

Vi, the person you trusted more than anyone else in the world, was in love with you. And she had been for a long time.

“I’m sorry,” Vi whispered, her voice breaking. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie, stepping back toward the door. “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ll figure out how to deal with it, okay? I just... I need some space.”

Before she could leave, you grabbed her hand.

Vi froze, her breath hitching.

“You don’t have to deal with it,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Because I don’t want you to get over it.”

Vi turned to face you, brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as you stepped closer, until there was barely any space left between you. “I don’t want you to get over me” you repeated, your fingers tightening around hers. “Because I think... I think I like you too. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

Vi stared at you, wide-eyed and speechless, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

And then, without warning, she grabbed your face and kissed you.

It was desperate and messy, pent-up feelings pouring out all at once. Her hands cradled your cheeks like you were something precious, and she kissed you like she was terrified this might be her only chance.

But you kissed her back.

You kissed her with everything you had, standing on your tiptoes to get closer, your fingers tangling in her hoodie as if letting go would shatter the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting together as you tried to catch your breath.

You let out a small chuckle, even if there was nothing to laugh about. “I’m sorry for being so blind.”

Vi shook her head, a tearful laugh escaping her lips. “It’s fine. I should have said something sooner” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “I was just scared.”

You cupped her face, brushing your thumb along her jawline. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

Vi smiled, the kind of smile that made your chest ache with how much you cared for her. She pulled you into her arms, hugging you so tightly it felt like she was trying to make up for every second she’d spent holding back.

“Can we stay up here a little longer?” she asked, voice muffled against your shoulder.

You nodded, lacing your fingers with hers. “Yeah,” you whispered, leaning your head against hers as you both sat down. “We can stay as long as you want.”

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Partners

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, 5.8k words, one-shot, request

Summary: You and Five are Commission long-standing partners/frenemies. You think he's a pretentious asshole and he thinks you're a pain in the ass. One day you decide you've had enough and show him how good of a partner you really are.

This is from an anon request I received! Enjoy! 😽

Warnings: Smut, blow jobs, sex, plot what plot

The papers on your desk fluttered wildly as Five slammed his palms down, leaning over with bared teeth.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he seethed.

You knew this would happen, of course. Getting under Five’s skin was just a normal part of your work day by now. As you casually reached over, gathering up the papers he had upset and calmly stacking them in an orderly fashion again, you blinked up at him with a bored expression.

“Well, I’m not sure, Five. I guess that would depend on what has got your panties in a twist today.”

Your insult did nothing to faze him. “You are supposed to be my partner!”

“I am your partner, Five. At least until they finally accept my transfer request.”

He slammed his hands harder onto the desk. This time, you flinched.

“We are supposed to be a team!”

You sighed and leaned back in your chair. “Five, I honestly have no idea what you are talking about. So, why don’t you quit having your little temper tantrum here and tell me what I did.”

Five leaned in further across the desk, into your personal space. You could see the quiver of his jaw muscles as he stared you down. “Not only did you submit our last case report without consulting me, you called me ‘incompetent’ and ‘dangerous to the mission’.”

You nodded your head slowly. “Yes, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because you were incompetent and dangerous to the mission. I’m not sure how much clearer I can be.”

Five laughed quietly but ominously, hanging his head down before lifting it again. His eyes met yours with a thousand watts of pure ire behind them. “I’m not the one that can’t hit a target smaller than a fucking semi-truck. So, if anyone is incompetent, honey, it’s you.”

“There is nothing wrong with my abilities. Maybe if you weren’t going around with your head shoved up your own ass all the time, you’d realize that. You know, you’re not as special as you think you are, Five. Not everyone is below you.”

“I don’t think everyone is below me. Just you.”

You smirked and crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts together with your arms to accentuate your cleavage that was peeking out from under your white blouse. “I bet you love picturing me below you.”

Five straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not that desperate yet.”

“But you admit you are desperate?” you asked, folding your hands in front of you on the desk.

You had flustered him and he was at a loss for words for just a moment, which was a rarity when it came to Five. Then he stabbed the air with his finger, aiming in your direction.

“Look, we have another job tomorrow, and it’s a big one. I don’t need any distractions, so just shut up and stay out of my way, got it?”

“That’s no way to talk to your partner, Five. We’re supposed to be a team,” you said, your voice laden with sugary sweetness.

He gave you that dangerous smile again. The one that always got your blood pumping a little faster, although not from fear. He leaned in again, and you could smell little hints of what you had now come to think of as “Five’s scent profile.” Hints of cologne, coffee, and expensive wool. Like some high-end men’s clothing store.

“You’re right. But unfortunately for me, my partner doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground.”

You blinked up at him, the corner of your mouth turning up. “There you go again… thinking about my ass. I really should report you to human resources for sexual harassment, you know.”

“Stay out of my way,” he ground out between clenched teeth, before disappearing from your sight, the brief breeze from his portal causing a stray piece of paper to float to the ground.

“Asshole,” you muttered to yourself as you straightened your desk again.

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The next morning, you arrived at work bright and early. Five was right, the job you had was a big one, and you were a little on edge. You had been going over the file for the millionth time, making sure you hadn’t missed anything, while you walked down one of the Commission hallways on your way to the locker room. You had arrived early so that you could go to the gym first, and to work out some of your nerves. After a brief but intense work-out session, you were on your way to the showers and to change into your Commission-issued suit. With your head down as you rifled through the file, you weren’t paying attention as you opened the door to the locker room and headed in.

The room was empty, but you could hear water running in the shower area. Dropping the file folder and your gym bag onto the bench near a locker, you grabbed a clean towel off the rack and headed to the community showers. The Commission wasn’t known for its luxurious amenities, and the showers resembled more of a prison or high school than an elite time-traveling agency. There was one locker room for women and one for men, with all of the shower heads lined up on one wall so there was no privacy unless you happened to get lucky and get the place to yourself. Which, clearly you did not, since there was obviously someone in there already.

You sighed to yourself, thinking it was probably Brenda from accounting, who always got there early and loved to corner you and talk your ear off, regardless of whether you were clothed or not. You were already forming an excuse in your head as to why you were going to have to cut your conversation with her short.

As you turned the corner, though, you were met with a sight that was definitely not Brenda. It was Five. Showering. Naked.

Holy shit.

You realized, clearly a few minutes too late, that you had wandered into the men’s locker room when you hadn’t been paying attention. He appeared to be the only other person there, and he hadn’t noticed you yet. If you turned around and left right then, he would never know you were there.

But you couldn’t. You just kept staring. You would by lying to yourself if you said you had never thought of Five in a sexual way. It would be pretty hard not too. The man was gorgeous, there was no getting around that. The fact that he was a narcissistic, know-it-all, jackass didn’t do anything to cover up his sex appeal.

His back was turned to you with a hand on the wall in front of him, his head angled down as the water cascaded over his body. The muscles in his shoulders and back were well-defined and flexing as he pressed his palm into the tiled wall. The smooth curve of his ass, tight and toned, had you swallowing hard as you stood there, completely transfixed and unable to move. 

You watched as the river of water traveled over and between each perfectly sculpted cheek, and you had a sudden urge to lap the water droplets off with your tongue. A small gasp escaped your lips, and Five’s head lifted at the sound.

Panicking, you slipped back around the corner before he could turn around. You leaned with your back against the wall, trying to catch your breath. It was hard to say if you were breathing hard from almost being caught, or from the sight itself.

Snapping out of it, you hurried over to the bench where you had left your bag and file, and started to gather them up so you could get the hell out of there. But just as you turned to head out, you heard a noise behind you. 

“Did you get a good look, agent?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

You thought about just high-tailing it out of there to avoid further embarrassment, but that would only fuel his smugness and you’d never hear the end of it. You slowly spun around, facing Five, who had thrown a towel around his waist, holding it in place with one hand while he smirked coolly at you. His body was still damp and he used his free hand to push his wet hair off his forehead. Your eyes roamed over his torso, taking in the multitude of scars, as well as his hard chest and abs. That arrogant smile of his widened when he noticed.

You tried your best to steady your voice and hold your head up, looking him directly in the eyes. “My mistake. I wasn’t looking where I was going and took a wrong turn. I was just heading out.”

“That’s the story you’re going with, huh?” he said, opening one of the lockers and rummaging around inside.

You were trying very hard not to think about what was going on under that towel, or the fact that the only thing holding it up was his hand. If it just so happened to slip… 

You shook your head to stop yourself from doing or saying anything you would undeniably regret. “Trust me, Five. Accidentally getting a glimpse of that pale, scrawny ass of yours was not on my schedule for today. Or any day, for that matter.”

He turned his head to look at you again. You were wearing your standard gym outfit of tight yoga pants and a sports bra, and you watched as Five’s eyes slowly drifted over your body. He appeared pleased with what he saw; the small smile returning to his face. You didn’t exactly mind him looking, either. 

There was an awkward silence as Five chose not to respond to your slight against his body. Probably because he knew you were lying. You two may not get along most of the time, but you were partners, and you knew each other’s tells pretty well. Like right now, you could see Five swallow hard and he ran a hand through his hair again. A sure sign that he was rattled.

He grabbed a stick of deodorant out of the locker. “So, are you going to stand here all day waiting to get another sneak peek?”

You made an overly dramatic scoffing noise. “You wish.”

As you turned around, you rolled your eyes at your lame comeback. You wish? What are you, twelve?

You didn’t turn around again, but you had a feeling he was watching you walk away. You did your best to put an extra little bounce in your step just to accentuate your ass a little more. He wasn’t the only one that could play this game.

An hour later, you were meeting up outside of the briefcase room, fully clothed this time, and looking over your assignment together. Five leaned in close to you as you both read over the file. Knowing now what he looked like under that suit had your concentration wavering. You cleared your throat and focused on the job.

“So, we can set up in the alleyway behind the warehouse. The target should be leaving the building across the street shortly after we arrive. Once we have him in our sight, we should be able to take him out from there. If not, we’ll have to move in closer. Hopefully, it won’t come to that, though,” Five instructed you.

You nodded. “Got it.”

“And I take the first shot. If I miss… highly unlikely… but if I miss, you immediately step in for the second shot.”

With a heavy sigh, you looked wearily over at your partner. “Yeah, I know, Five. You like to remind me of that before each job. And we’ve been on about 50 of them so far.”

“52, actually,” Five answered, still looking at the file.

“You keep track?”

“Of course I do. Don’t you?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Not that closely, I guess. Why, should I?”

He looked up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t you want to keep track of every single moment spent with me?”

He was trying to be a smart ass, but you threw it back at him. “So by that logic, I guess that means you can’t get me out of your mind?”

“Please,” he scoffed, but you noticed he looked away for half a second. “Are you done being a snot? Can we go now?”

“After you, agent,” you said with a smile before you latched onto the briefcase Five was holding and the two of you were sucked into the ether of time and space.

You landed in the alleyway, just like you had planned. While Five scoped out the surrounding area to make sure the coast was clear, you unpacked and assembled your rifle. You held it up against your shoulder, peering through the scope. When you saw Five come around the corner, you aimed it so that his face was right in the crosshairs. He noticed and narrowed his eyes, but did not otherwise react. You thought you saw the glimmer of a smile in there, but it was gone before you could confirm.

“Everything looks good from my end,” you chirped.

“You know,” Five said, tucking his hands into his pockets and walking over to join you. “Pointing a loaded weapon directly at your partner’s face is, in fact, frowned upon.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“Even if that partner is you?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Five snarked, but this time he really did let a smile slip out.

You returned it with your own and then handed Five the rifle. “Here you go. Since I know you don’t trust me.”

“You’re right about that.”

He took the rifle from you while you took another look out onto the street. As you glanced to the left, you saw a familiar face walking towards you. It was the face you had memorized from the file. The one who was supposed to be across the street and not leaving for another thirty minutes. And he was headed in your direction at a very clipped pace.

“Shit!” you hissed, turning to Five.

He rushed up to you and took a look for himself.

“God damn it, what is he doing?” Five asked angrily.

“Well, I don’t fucking know. This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“We’re going to have to follow him, but we can’t let him see us. He’s moving fast, though.”

“Fuck,” Five muttered out loud as he took a look around the alley. There was nowhere to hide, it was all open. If the guy came walking by and happened to look in that direction, he would see you for sure.

“Can’t you blink us out of here?” you asked him. He had done that before during assignments where you had to get out of a situation quickly.

He shook his head. “I can but then we’ll lose him. We have no idea where he’s headed.”

After another second, and the man’s footsteps growing louder, Five leaned the rifle against the brick wall you were standing next to and grabbed your upper arms.

“What are you–”

He slammed your back against the wall and pressed his body up against yours. Then his mouth crashed onto yours, surprising you so that you made a high-pitched squealing noise that was instantly muffled by his tongue. Five’s hand came to rest on the side of your face that would be exposed to anyone walking by as he continued to passionately make out with you.

The noise of surprise you had uttered quickly turned into a soft moan.

Damn, he’s good at this

You found yourself kissing him back, urging him on by grasping the back of his suit coat with your fists. 

Really fucking good

“Whoa guys… get a room,” your target called to you with a chuckle as he passed by. You ignored him and he kept walking. Soon the sound of his shoes clicking on the sidewalk faded away.

He was gone, but Five was still kissing you. His hand was warm against your cheek and you liked the weight of his body crushing you against the wall. You could have pulled away or told him to stop. Instead, you let him consume your mouth with his own, his tongue lightly licking across your bottom lip as you let your hands run up and down his back, feeling the tense muscles underneath his clothes. The same ones you were granted a glimpse of earlier that day.

Five made a quiet groaning noise deep in his throat, before he pulled away, leaving you breathless. He continued to keep his body on yours, but he drew his head back to look at you. He was breathing fast and hard, and his eyes swept over your face and lips, like he was contemplating going back in for more.

Neither of you said a word, and after a few seconds, he stepped back. He licked at his lips and wiped his mouth with his fingers.

“Sorry,” he said, straightening his tie. “I figured that was the best way to hide our faces from him.”

“Uh… yeah… no… I mean, right. It was a good idea.”

You stepped away from the wall and smoothed down the tailored jacket and skirt of your suit. You ran a hand down the back of your hair and tried to even out your breathing again. Five was already looking down the street to see which way the man had gone.

Grabbing his Glock out of the inside of his jacket, he motioned for you to follow. “Come on, we can’t lose him.”

You nodded, following his lead, and pulling your own pistol out while you crept out of the alleyway and headed in the direction of your target. Five was stealthy and smooth as he moved along, keeping the man in his sight but remaining far enough behind that it wasn’t obvious he was being tailed. When the guy turned a corner, heading into a parking garage, you both followed him in.

The task was easy after that. You waited until he was at his car, you shot out the security camera, and Five blinked behind him. He was dead before he even knew what was happening. After the man was slumped in a pile on the garage floor, Five walked over to you, sticking his pistol back into his jacket.

“Alright, let’s go.” He looked down at your hand. “Where’s the briefcase?”

“I left it in the alley.”

Five’s eyes widened and then his jaw clenched with anger. “You did what?”

“We had to get out of there, I didn’t have time to grab it.”

Five ran a hand down his face, his green eyes flashing with fury. “God damn it, this is not your first day! You know we can get in some serious deep shit for this!”

“I know that… “

“If you know, but did it anyway, then you must be fucking stupid. Are you fucking stupid?” he barked at you.

You immediately became defensive. “No, I’m not stupid, Five! Maybe if I hadn’t been choking on your tongue you were so eager to shove down my throat, I would have had more time.”

He laughed derisively, shaking his head. “You mean when I saved our asses?”

“I mean when you were throwing yourself at me. Desperately, I might add. Kind of embarrassing for you.”

Five grabbed your arm roughly, jerking you forward and digging his fingers into your bicep. Without saying another word, he was blinking you both back to the alley. When you stumbled out of the portal, you yanked your arm away from him.

“Don’t put your hands on me again!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he sneered. “I have no intention of touching any part of you anytime soon.” He looked around, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the briefcase right where you had left it. The rifle was still there, too. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here,” he said stonily.

“Fine by me.”

Once you packed up the rifle and Five had the briefcase, you both held on as it brought you back to Commission headquarters. As soon as you were back inside the building, you let go so that you didn’t have to be any closer to Five than was necessary. You exchanged angry glances at one another, and then went your separate ways.

For the next week, you and Five tried to avoid each other. You hadn’t been assigned another job yet, so that made it a little easier. But you still had to see him in the hallways and in meetings. He avoided being near you and any time your gaze would drift his way, he would quickly look away.

As the days passed, your anger towards Five started to fade. He had called you fucking stupid, but he was right. You weren’t supposed to leave the briefcase for any reason and you could have gotten you and him in some major trouble. You realized your reaction had been a bit overboard, and that really you were just mad at yourself. Mostly because you kept thinking about how he kissed you. And how much you liked it.

When you received a written request from the department head, however, your blood began to boil all over again.

You were storming down the hall on your way to Five’s office, when you saw him walking your way. He noticed the fury on your face and probably realized he was the cause of it, because for a second it looked like he was going to turn around and go the other way. But he composed himself and waited for you to stomp up to him.

Waving the offending piece of paper in the air, you got right in his face. “What the fuck is this all about, Five?”

He had the nerve to look innocent. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“This!” you said, shoving the paper towards him. “A new partner request? Really?”

Five’s body tensed in defense and he tucked his hands in his pants pockets. “I’m not sure why you’re so pissed off. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You hesitated for a second. Was it what you wanted? You shook your head. “I never said I wanted a different partner!”

He let out a short laugh. “You said that many times, actually.”

“Well… I wasn’t serious! I just wanted you to stop being such a fucking asshole all the time!”

Five nodded. “Right. Well, this should solve that problem for you. I’m sure whatever idiot they pair up with you will be your new best buddy. You’re welcome.”

“God damn it, Five!” you yelled, your hands shaking.

He tilted his head to the side. “Try not to miss me too much.”

He stepped casually around you and continued his walk down the hallway. You watched after him, your mouth hanging open, as he opened the door to the bathrooms and went inside. Furious that he had gotten the last word, you followed him, yanking the bathroom door open and storming inside. Five was standing in front of one of the sinks, clutching onto the sides, and glaring at himself in the mirror. When he saw you enter, he spun around.

“What the hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into the mens’ room!” he snarled.

“That’s funny, because I think I just did.”

You marched up to him, the clicking of your high heels on the tile echoing around you. You stopped just inches from him. You were so close that you could feel the heat coming off of his body, no doubt due to the rage he was emitting. He was breathing fast, with his jaw tight. You could smell the faint wisp of the same cologne you had detected when he had been pressed against you in the alley. You remembered how firm his chest had felt on yours and you momentarily forgot why you had followed him in there in the first place. The paper you had been holding drifted out of your hand and onto the floor.

When you got your wits about you again, you leaned in closer. “Don’t ever walk away from me again.”

“And why is that, sweetheart?” he asked condescendingly. “I thought you liked getting a look at me from behind.”

Your hand flew out, grabbing his tie and slamming his back against the wall, just like he had done to you before. He managed to look surprised for a few seconds before the arrogant smirk was plastered on his face again. Your breathing had become just as rapid as his, and your angry glare traveled over his face and lips, down his trim body and back again. You moved in even closer, still holding his tie. Your knee brushed the inside of his leg. 

“God, you are a bastard,” you hissed in his face.

He hadn’t tried to push you away, or blink away from you, which he easily could have. Instead, he let you press harder against him, his back against the wall, and his tie in your grasp. Both of you were waiting for the other to make the next move, or to sling the next insult. But neither of you did.

Five swallowed hard, the sound loud within the quiet of the bathroom. The only other sound was the slow drip from one of the faucets and your collective, shallow breathing. You stared into those damn green eyes of his, your pulse quickening and pounding in your ears. Then you watched, transfixed, as the tip of his tongue darted out and licked at his bottom lip.

With one more tug of his tie and another slam against the wall, you were on him; smothering his mouth with yours as you traded urgent and sloppy kisses. His hands were on your face and the back of your neck, devouring you with a vicious hunger, and biting at your lips. When he grabbed onto your hips, pulling you flush with his, you could feel him rapidly hardening against you.

While Five moved down to your neck, sucking and licking rabidly at your hot skin, you hurriedly started unbuckling his belt, frantically clawing at the fly of his pants. Shoving a hand inside, you roughly palmed his erection while he made a low groaning noise next to your ear. It was the groan that did it.

I need his cock in my mouth

You didn’t ask for consent, or give any warning, before you were sliding down his perfect body, your hands running down his front from his chest to his thighs. On your knees, you unleashed his hard and waiting cock, wrapping your hand around the shaft and admiring what until now you had only pictured in your dirty little daydreams. It did not disappoint.

“Fuck, Five,” you whispered, before raising your eyes.

For the first time you could remember, Five was speechless. His mouth opened like he was going to say something, but then his eyes fell shut and the back of his head hit the wall. Only a loud, stuttering moan escaped his lips.

There was no teasing or gentle licking across his leaking head, or soft and leisurely strokes with your hand. You engulfed his entire cock in one go, letting your lips slide all the way to the base. Five sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and the palms of his hands slapped the wall behind him.

You dragged your hot and wet mouth up and down his dick at a fast pace, taking him all the way in before pulling back to the head again. Five’s hips twitched rhythmically in time with your movements, pushing himself further down your throat each time. He still hadn’t said a word, but the noises he was making were sinful.

Was that a whimper? Is Five Hargreeves actually whimpering?

When you released him for just a second, he let out a long sigh; like he was happy to have some relief from the constant stimulation. But you only paused long enough to catch your breath before you were shoving his dick down your throat again.

“Ah… f-f-fff… oh shittt… “ he muttered under his breath, making you smile and go at him even harder. “Don’t… stop… fuuck…”

The tensing of his body and his loud panting told you he was getting close. You thought maybe he would let you know, but he didn’t. Instead, he brought a hand down to the back of your head and held you against him while he let out a long, low moan while he exploded inside you, a steady stream of cum filling your mouth until you were choking.

He let you go, falling limply against the wall again as you removed him from your mouth. You were breathing hard, and you used the back of your hand to wipe off the excess cum that had seeped out of your mouth. When you looked back up at Five, he still had his eyes closed and his mouth open.

You stood up, gently slipping his cock back inside his pants. He opened his eyes, meeting yours and drawing his eyebrows together. He was still breathing hard.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, finally finding his voice again.

“Because I wanted to,” you answered truthfully. “Because I’ve been wanting to for a long time.”

He shook his head slowly, still confused. “You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Five.”

“Well, I don’t hate you, either,” he said brusquely.

With that admission, you both stood silent for a moment. Then Five grinned and he pushed himself off the wall, stalking into your personal space and making you backup a step. He grabbed you by the hips, spinning you around until you were forced against the bathroom sink, and he boosted you up so that you were sitting on the edge. You gasped when he moved between your legs.

“But I do find you highly irritating,” he said with a smile, right before shoving your skirt up and yanking you closer. He reached down into his still-open pants and pulled out his cock, which was already hard again. “Let’s see if I can’t fuck that out of you.”

“Oh, shit,” you whispered, bracing yourself as he pulled your panties to the side and started to line himself up with your wet hole. 

He eased himself inside, letting you feel every inch of him, before he was fully encased in your tight sleeve. When you let out a loud whine, he grinned. The force in which he pulled back and slammed into you had you crying out and clutching at his shoulders. Five was back to staying silent, but he emitted a hoarse, guttural sound each time he pushed back in and bottomed out. 

With your legs around his waist and your hands gripping his shoulders, he placed both of his palms flat on the mirror behind you. He drove into you, harder and harder, his jaw clenched tight and his hair falling over his eyes. He looked directly at you while your mouth fell open, his mouth curled up in a pleased grin, his lips parted slightly. Just that look had you fucking dying inside. It wasn’t long before the intensity of his relentless cock was pushing you over the edge. 

When he saw you start to lose it, Five held onto your hips and thrust as hard and as deeply as he could, moaning into your neck as you trembled against him. Soon after, his body came to a stilling halt as he emptied himself inside you again. Neither one of you had thought that far ahead, but luckily the Commission microchips that were embedded in your arms made every employee sterile and disease free until they were removed.

As you caught your breath and Five pulled out, you grabbed some paper towel to do a cursory cleanup before straightening out your underwear and skirt and hopping down from the sink. Five shoved himself back into his pants again and zipped up his fly. He flicked the hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head.

“Still want that new partner?” you asked with a sly smile.

Five shrugged, stepping casually around you to wash his hands. “I don’t think anyone else is going to blow me in the bathroom, so maybe I’ll keep you around for a while,” he said impassively. His eyes met yours in the mirror. “How about you?”

You answered with your own indifferent shrug. “I guess I can stand to be around you a little longer. Now that I know what your other attributes are.”

Five let out a low chuckle, shaking his head, and turned around to face you. “Look, I know I’m an asshole, and I don’t expect that to change any time soon. But you’re a good partner and I don’t want to lose you, ok?”

“You’re a good partner, too,” you said grudgingly with a small smile.

“Alright, it’s settled then. We’re a team, for better or worse.”

You nodded. “For better or worse.”

“And if we piss each other off again, we know how to fix that,” he said with a sly grin.

You smoothed down your clothes and fixed your hair. Bending over, you picked up the fallen piece of paper that was Five’s new partner request. You handed it back to him, one eyebrow raised.

“Here, you go. You can have this back.”

Five took the paper, glancing at it briefly, before balling it up and chucking it into the trash can behind him.

As Five held the door open for you, allowing you to go ahead of him, you lightly brushed your hand against his hip on the way out. 

“I’m heading to the showers now, so don’t even think of following me in there,” he told you.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assured him with a smile.

After another long, lingering look at one another, Five turned his back to you and headed in the direction of the showers. He spoke without looking back. “See you there.”

Shaking your head, because you knew he had you right where he wanted you, you watched him walk away, his stride exuding confidence. He knew you were going to follow him.

“Shit,” you murmured to yourself, waiting a whole 30 seconds before making your way in his direction. You sighed. “Well… he’s an expert assassin and now I know he’s an expert fucker, too. So I guess as partners go, that’s a pretty good deal.” Then you opened the door to the men’s locker room and walked inside.

[muletia]

HOO u into fishes? Yes?

Merformers are soooo PEAK. Any great headcanons or ideas for merman ratchet and optimus?

Or u can choose just one

I am not immune to robo-fishes lmao. And they are absolutely PEAK

I’ve got a few merformers ideas. From the classic “you find an injured merman, nurse him back to health, and along the way realize you want to fuck a fish lmao” to an entire island of merformers where you end up after a plane or shipwreck and as abonus, you also get a whole fish harem.

I deeply apologize for yapping, but I do not apologize

I'm thinking TFO Optimus for the scenario below, but honestly TFP or any other version works well too.

Now, if we’re talking specifically about Optimus, I was thinking about a Cast Away-style scenario: your ship or plane crashes, and the waves carry you to an island where you must survive until a rescue team comes for you (spoiler: they never do). As you explore the island, you discover remnants of an ancient civilization that apparently believed in mermaid legends — judging by the numerous paintings covering the walls of houses and caves. Soon enough, you realize those legends didn’t come from nowhere, because more than once, between the waves near the shore, you catch a glimpse of a massive blue-and-red whale-like tail, one that definitely doesn’t belong to any fish species you know.

Your first encounter happens, but the merman barely speaks English. He is, however, very, VERY clingy. He constantly wants to touch you with his slick, webbed servos, exploring your legs, face, and neck, stroking you at every possible opportunity, all while loudly purring and cooing softly. You assume it’s just fascination, but the truth turns out to be far more complicated.

The civilization that once lived on this island coexisted with the merformers. The merfolk protected them from hostile tribes, and in return, they offered them human brides/spouses. A young Orion Pax was next in line, overjoyed at the thought of having a human mate, but his joy turned into bitterness as he waited… and waited… and waited. A plague wiped out the humans on the island. Not a single one remained. But Orion still believed — knew — that one day, his beloved mate would arrive. So when the others slowly drifted away from the island, he stayed. Maybe Ratchet stayed with him too, if we wanna end this story with you getting sandwiched between their massive fish tits lmao.

Orion waited hundreds of years. So long that he stopped being Orion. He became Optimus Prime, leader of the pod, though that title had long lost its meaning when there was no one left to lead.

Your arrival on the island is nothing short of a miracle to him. His human mate has finally appeared! No more torment, no more worrying himself to death. At last, he has purpose again. It’s fine that you don’t want anything to do with him at first, you’re probably just shy. Even when you spend your days on land, he patiently waits for you near the shore, just so he can finally wrap you in his arms, purr, kiss you, and hold you till the cows come home.

And maybe eons of waiting have shattered his processor, turning him into a desperate, delusional ruin with an all-consuming obsession for you. But he truly wants what’s best for you. He wants to be the best mate he can be <3

So yeah, obsessed!merformers!Optimus with a heavy dose of delusions, devotion, and overprotectiveness. And along the way, Ratchet joins in, eventually warming up to you and getting addicted to the humanussy himself lmao

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

I'm gonna need Da On to learn the word no. Or a variation, or just words in general. And yes I mean Da On, I didn't get confused. I'm not in any way, excusing the behaviour of the other characters. But here is the thing. Da On doesn't speak up. He's living in a permanent state of avoidance and inaction. The only thing motivating him is avoiding whatever bad thing is happening at any given moment. And he is surrounded by people who can't help themselves but do something. Again not excusing, just explaining.

So when Ju Seong Hyeon asked him to stay by his side, he just wanted the bad vibes between them to end. So he stayed silent and eventually nodded his head yes. Nodded his fucking head. So when JSH gets way too into it, and he gets upset he still doesn't say it makes him uncomfortable, in fact he says it doesn't, when asked directly. He says the office is the problem and let's JSH drag him to dinner and photos.

When he gets dragged home by Kim Su Hyeon and he forces himself on him, he's still stays silent until KSH speaks and then he says: what if I said no? Which for me it was funny, because it's almost like it was testing out the word for the first time. I know it's not like that, it was just amusing given where my head was at.

He does tell JSH to leave when they talk in the car park the next morning, but we know why,so it’s not like it comes from some newfound resolve. Then, at the work event outside the office, he just tells him to give up if he’s tired. At that point, I was laughing. It seems the only person he can actually be tough on is his sister, which, you know, doesn’t exactly make him a great person. And by the end, when JSH tells him he won’t give up and will wait as long as it takes, he still says nothing and just walks away. And this was just the last two episodes.

And then he finally says NO to KSH and the ring (wtf was that?), and I thought, finally! He has a spine. But I was a fool. Because honestly this still made me cackle.

He was just assaulted. How about you talk NEVER? How about you run out and not look back? And call the police? Dude, at what point are you at least partly responsible for the mess you found yourself in?

Because I don’t want to be misunderstood or have people come at me, let me be clear - I’m not victim blaming, I’m script blaming. This character is a complete doormat. He’s living in a house on fire. He didn’t light the match, sure, but he’s also not grabbing the fire extinguisher that’s right next to him.

[herofics]

Hey I don’t know if you still do my hero academia stuff but I have this idea I can’t get out of my head. Aged up reader goes blind from some accident and looses the ability to use their quirk. Katsuki comforts them coming to terms with not being able to see.

A/N: I haven't updated my wattpad book for Bakugou in over 7 months, which is honestly not even that long, since I have some books I haven't updated in almost two years. I decided to make it my mission for the next couple of months to update all my wattpad books I haven't written for this year. So this request is a good fit, since I wanted to write angst/comfort anyway.

It had been three weeks since you were discharged from the hospital, and this was the third coffee cup you had accidentally swiped off the counter while trying to get yourself something to drink. You heard the cup shatter into pieces as it hit the kitchen floor.

"Goddammit" you groaned, feeling frustrated.

You could hear Bakugou shuffling in the bedroom, so he could probably hear you.

You took a few deep breaths before calling out: "Katsuki, I did it again"

Bakugou emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching his arms.

"Did what again?" he asked.

"I dropped another cup, and now I'm stuck here, because I can't even clean it up myself without stepping on the shards or something" you felt like you were going to either cry or hit something, purely out of frustration.

"It's okay babe, I'll take care of it" Bakugou said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks" you sighed.

"You can move to your left, there's no shards there. I'll clean this up" Bakugou said.

You could feel him move past you as his hand left your shoulder. You did as he instructed and stepped to your left so he could clean the shards off the floor. With a bit of feeling around, you determined that you were at the end of the counter that was next to the sink. You took another big step to your left, so you were close to the dining table and chairs, and made your way to one of the chairs.

"Kats?" you said, biting the inside of your lower lip to stop yourself from crying.

"Yeah, just a second, I'm almost done" Bakugou said.

You heard him open the cabinet that was under the sink, where the trashcan was, and drop the shards in there.

"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life like this? I'm fucking useless, I can't even clean up a broken cup"

"Babe, it's been just three fucking weeks since you lost your vision. No one, me included, is expecting you to bounce back that fast" Bakugou sighed and took your hands in his.

"But what if I never bounce back? I know I'm not getting my vision back, but what if I won't be able to do anything I did before? What if I'm just gonna weigh you down?" you exclaimed. "Would you really still want me?"

"I know things won't be like they were before, but do you really think I'm so fucking cowardly that I would just leave you because of something like this?" Bakugou growled.

"I'm just so scared, Kats. This is so… difficult" you huffed.

"I know babe" Bakugou said and kissed the backs of your palms. "I know, we'll figure it out, together"

"Together, huh" you could feel a small smile spreading on your lips.

"Yeah, you won't get rid of me that easily, you're stuck with me until one of us kicks the bucket" Bakugou declared.

"I appreciate that, but I hope neither of us kicks the bucket for a long time" you chuckled, feelings his hands in yours.

His hands were scarred and rough, but also so warm and gentle. Those hands knew you so well, they knew every curve and scar on your body. Those hands had wiped your tears so many times and you had held them through tough times. Even if you would some day forget what he looked like, you knew he would always be there to hold your hand when you needed it.

"I adore you (Name), that ain't gonna change, no matter what happens" Bakugou smirked.

He stood up and pulled you into an embrace. Bakugou just wanted to reassure you, there was nothing that could ever pull him apart from you. No matter what, he would always be there for you, as you had always been there for him. Nothing could change that.

[starlightshadowsworld]

My first impressions of Bungou Stray Dogs characters: Agency edition

Atsushi: Who is this sassy lost child? Wow you’re just having the worst time huh? Yeah! Go get his arse! Rob him blind! Nevermind he’s broke throw him back in.

Dazai: I just know you’re the one everyone’s gonna obsess over. How are you both somehow incredibly cool and such a loser? Partner you say? I know what you are.

Kunikida: This went from 0-100 real quick. This poor man has never known peace but you really need to chill my guy. Don’t strangle Dazai I think he likes it…or carry on you do you guys.

Junichiro: Talk about the role reversal what were you an actor before all this? …Yeah I’m not touching that. Coward my arse why’s your opening move strangulation? What did Kunikida train you?

Ranpo: So this is what would happen if Kokichi was the detective. He’s fun but man I hope this doesn’t get annoying. Honestly maybe the train system in this city is just insane I dunno.

Yosano: I dunno why everyone ran off she seems chill- and she broke that guys hand. Deserved. Get his arse! Maybe her real ability is just to summon a chainsaw from thin air.

Kyouka: Welk this is concerning. Oh my god help this child she’s crying I can’t. Ah fuck they’re gonna kill her off aren’t they? And I’m already attached. Rip Atsushi’s wallet tho.

Fukuzawa: You know he’s the real deal bro pulled up with his own theme music. Yess let’s save Atsushi! Finally! He just gives off tired dad energy.

Kenji: Precious little guy. But why’s everyone scared? He’s not like secretly terrifying is he? Fuck okay then damn. He’s still so sweet about it though good for him.

Katai: Well this living situation is worrying. Bro literally fell in love and can’t get up. Absolute disaster no wonder Kunikida befriended him.

[darknebula85]

12/3/2025, Log of DARKNEBULA85, 12:23 AM...

Zenless zone zero 1.6...

BRO, WHAT A FUCK WAS THAT!!!??? Genocide, suicides, human trafficking, and organ sales. I don’t know anything about Hoyo’s other games, but has any of them ever been this dark? What an insane update, seriously.

I didn’t talk about the last version because I didn’t have time, but the whole Astra Yao storyline, with the floating stage concert plummeting to the ground, was one of the most peak moments I’ve played in a long time. Dude, I fought a robot in the middle of a free fall surrounded by explosions, what’s more epic than that?

And don’t even get me started on what I just played. Anby’s whole storyline left me speechless. I played it simultaneously with my best friend, and we were both completely blown away. We still have the main story left, but honestly, all our hype was focused on Anby’s story. There was only one thing I didn’t like… THE FACT THAT 11 FORGOT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED! I DON’T LIKE IT AT ALL!. It hurts, it pains me :'v. I wanted the sisters to have a happy ending. Anyway, my friend already got Silver Anby. I’m still missing her, but I have the guarantee, so I’ll definitely get her.

Honestly, ZZZ has become one of my favorite video games of all time. I’ve been playing it since day one, and I never get tired of it, it’s incredible.

Edit 11:45 AM: HELP MEEEE!!! AUXILIOOOO!!!

[rubyvhs]

as sick as it sounds ch2 | dean winchester

SUMMARY. you meet with dean, finally, but things only get bumpier TAGS. 1.9k words, angst. series masterlist

august

you: hey dean

its maria’s friend

dean: hey. i know who you are, angel.

i didn’t know you were friends with maria.

you: old friend, bobby introduced us when i was in uni. what were you doing at her mother’s funeral? she’s never mentioned you.

dean: i knew her dad before he passed.

you: right okay. thanks for not saying anything.

dean: about what? 

you: right, doesn’t matter. 

dean: no, c’mon. we haven’t talked in months and i don’t know why you’re ignoring me.

you: you sent like two messages and i responded.

dean: i asked how your days was and your response was ‘okay’.

[1 attachment]

[ image description : screenshot of dean’s phone, the contact name being ‘angel’. the messages read: 

july 13th

dean: happy early 14th

angel: thanks

dean: you okay? what are you doing tomorrow?

angel: i’m okay. idk honestly. 

july 29th

dean: hey, how was your day?

angel: okay.

underneath the messages in the message bar there’s a half finished message reading: i even thought of calli ]

you: yeah i responded. anyway, it doesn’t matter. i just wanted to ask how you knew maria, thought i’d hear another lie. 

dean: look if you’d just let me explain what happened at bobby’s we wouldn’t be here right now.

you: okay then explain

dean: now?

you: explain, dean. i didn’t care two months ago because i was angry i was being lied to for the entire time we talked but if you’re going to tell me the truth now then i want to hear it.

dean: yeah. the truth is me and sam are hunters, and it’s our full time job, i swear. but sometimes people ask for things, that’s why sam said we’re contractors. 

you: why’d you lie about who i am?

dean: because it’s none of sam’s business, it’s none of anybody’s. i didn’t want anything to happen to you.

you: what could possibly happen to me? i’m fine, dean, and you’re the biggest overreactor in the world. 

dean: you don’t know the half of it.

you: i’m not naive, okay? i know the world is bad and i could die any second but you don’t think your over exaggerating? and honestly being weird? what have you done in the past that you’re this worried about me getting hurt from someone? 

dean: it’s not like that at all.

you: whatever. you’re still as much of a liar as you were two months ago.

and that’s fine because we hardly know each other anyway, we only talked for a month of something, so i guess you don’t owe me anything.

you: like telling me if you’re still friends with jo or going out with her or if you’re dating her now like maria mentioned. because we don’t talk anyway and we’re not friends.

dean: you’re just taking a bunch of information way out of context. 

you: sure.

bobby: you idiot.

stop acting like a child.

you: you didn’t tell me dean was coming.

bobby: so what? your dads gonna get angry if you keep this up.

you: i don’t really care what he does as long as he doesn’t speak to me.

bobby: he’s still your dad, kid.

you: yeah well he’s her husband first and he failed at that. 

you: i’m going to leave.

bobby: damn it

you’re too annoying

you: please bobby this is so uncomfortable and i wanna take my sister with me, she doesn’t deserve to sit through this. 

bobby: fine. take her and go. but have dean with you.

you: sam.

bobby: carl.

you: over my fucking dead body.

i’m taking dean.

bobby: i’ll meet you three later.

You take a quick look around, biting your bottom lip between your teeth to calm yourself down for what’s coming next. you can do this. The table has at least fifteen people, no one will notice if the three of you leave.

You look over at your sister and motion to her that she should go. She immediately gets up and walks away without a word to anyone and no one really cares. When you look over at Dean, his eyes are already on you. Maybe motioning to him with your head that you should both get out of here wasn’t the best move because he looks a little more than excited when you meet him at the door before you move to reveal your sister.

“Can you drive us home?” He nods instantly, albeit a little confused, walking the both of you out of the large villa. 

“Isn’t this your house? Weren’t those your parents?” You affirm his answer, which deepens his frown. Just as the three of you get to the impala, he stops in his tracks to face you. “Talk to me.” He’s closer than you anticipated. 

You and Dean texted for the longest time but you’ve only met him once, back at Maria’s house and one more time now. The first time you two met you weren’t exactly on the best of terms— not that you’re any better now but at least you can tolerate him. You’ve gotten over the lie like you always do, you just needed time.

He’s still a liar and you still want nothing to do with him but Bobby’s right, you don’t have a car and if your parents catch you walking home with your sister your dad’s not gonna be very happy. 

“We just don’t get along, we have our own apartment.” He looks like he has more to say, a whole hell of a lot more to ask, but he refrains with a quick look at your twenty two year old sister. “Please, Dean.”

He places a hand on your arm, “you don’t have to say that to me.” He opens the car and your sister immediately jumps into the backseat. Dean’s hand is still on your arm, you’re still smiling gratefully up at him— and he has to remind himself your sister is still there. He opens the car door and you get in. 

The drive to your apartment is filled with whatever mixtape your sister chooses and you giving directions to Dean occasionally. You told him the street but he’s new to the state. Which makes you wonder, “Why did you come tonight?” 

When you look back she’s too busy with her phone to listen to the two of you. And the music is already drowning out most of your words, so much so that you have to move closer to dean, thighs almost touching just so he can hear to you.

“What’s that mean?”

“How’d you know my parents, why did they invite you?”

“I worked a case— I was friends with your dad a while ago. Hunted something for him.” You have a million things to say but instead nod. “Why don’t you get along with them?”

Your sister responds almost immediately, “Because our dad is an ass.” A scold from you and she huffs, leaning back into her chair. “What? He is.”

“He just… we’re a bit angry at him at the moment.”

“The moment being three years.”

“You’re been at odds with your parents for three years?” He says like it’s the weirdest thing in the world and you shake your head. “You father?”

“Yeah. We love our mum— I mean, we love dad too—”

“Debatable!”

“Shut up! We love him, we just can’t tolerate him. He’s… yeah just not the best husband. And honestly, most times not the best father either. I tried for years but it’s taken so much out of me to try and get through to him that I just kind of became a better person half way through and decided to leave.”

“Yeah, sure. ‘Better person’,” she quotes with a scoff. “You constantly asked mum to divorce him.”

Now that’s something Dean has never heard. He spares a glance over to you before looking back at the road. He bites his lip as a way to stop the array of questions he has lining up. “I didn’t— look, I was just telling her that if she decided to, we’d be there for her. And that she’d find a thousand times better.”

You look back at him but his eyes are on the road. You wish you knew him well enough to get what he’s thinking. To, at least, know whether or not he hates you because you dragged him away from a meal with a successful business owner.

Dean’s job is more than a little hazy, but you’re not sure what he’s doing with your dad regardless. Your dad owns a petrol company, as do most fathers in the Middle East. 

“Anyway.” You clear your throat. God, since when do you overshare this much to a stranger? He doesn’t feel like one. “Thanks for taking us home, I’m sorry you missed the dinner.”

“Eh, it’s alright. Thank you for not punching me in the face when you saw me.” You both let out a low laugh and dean parks in front of the apartment you described. You look back and see your sister already opening the door and leaving. You seem to be stuck to your seat. “Hey, are we gonna… just stop talking? Look, I’m sorry—”

“Eh, it’s alright.” You repeat his words and he smiles. “Honestly, Dean, I’m over it. You lied to your brother and have a girlfriend, those aren’t reasons to despise you.” Dean gives you a look that steals your breath, not in a good way. That line between his eyes comes back, his lips slightly parting just so he can smack them against each other closed.

“When you say it that way it doesn’t sound bad but you had every right to be angry, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” You smirk, trying to steer the conversation.

“Don’t change the narrative just to invalidate yourself.” 

“Seems like you are the wise one out of the two of us after all, Dean.” He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying your jokes, but he doesn’t push the topic either. “I’ll text you, okay?”

“If you want to.” He doesn’t drive away until you’re safe inside your apartment and turn the lights on. 

September

dean: we ever gonna see each other again?

you: you make it seem like you haven’t texted me every single day.

dean: it’s not enough, we should grab drinks.

you: funny, winchester.

dean: why?

you: why what?

dean: why is that funny?

you: dean, seriously? you have a girlfriend??

dean: i don’t. jo and i never dated. she’s amazing but we only tried to hang out back in july. 

you: yeah and you knew exactly who i was talking about.

dean: what’s that supposed to mean?

you: no. it means no, we can not grab drinks.

dean: really? cause i am, in fact outside your apartment this time.

you: you asshole

i can’t believe i ever made you think i like you, it probably inflated your ego times a thousand

dean: you like me? i’m shocked. never would’ve guessed

you: shut it.

i said used to like you

dean: really?

you: i don’t know, are you gonna go around dating girls then talking to me randomly?

dean: angel, that’s not what happened

for the record

i’m still outside your apartment

you: i’m not coming out

but you could definitely be invited in with a little persuasion.

& . . . song analysis !! i’ll be adding this part for every chapter now. so basically i interpret the song as loving someone who’s sometimes the best and sometimes the worse and you just constantly get mixed signals. he takes you home, he lies to you. he texts you everyday, he tells his brother you’re a whatever. & u loving him regardless and feeling sorry for yourself about it .

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[sturniolo04]

hiii! could you make a chris fic where reader and him have been dating since they were liek 12-13(you lost your virginity to him at around 15) and it shocks everyone like nick, matt, tara, jake, johnnie, quen, larray, sam and colby bc one day you guys all hang out and it shocks them how long you two have been together? once you start writing/see this request could you message me or something so i know!

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

Childhood best friends you always assumed they would end up married or even dating for a very long time and when it came to you and Chris that’s exactly what happened between the two of you.

“Hi chris”

Your 10 year old self squeals running outside to meet Chris since you two planned to ride your bikes together for a while.

“Hi Hannah”

Chris chuckles out as  he gives you a soft quick hug. You not really sure when things started to shift for you and Chris feelings wise, you just knew that you were in love with Chris’ eyes and you could get lost in the all day every day. You remember exactly when it clicked for Chris though because he told you.

“What are you looking at you weirdo”

Your 13 year old self chuckles nudging your shoulder into Chris’ as you two were sitting on his front lawn hanging out.

“You”

Chris sighs out a pink tint rising on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck. Your eyes gleam into his as he seems to be struggling to find the words.

“Chris what’s up”

You slowly trail trying to pick his brain. Chris clears his throat finally building up the courage.

“Listen Hannah-“

Chris trails off turning his body to face you and take hold of your hands  in his.

“Chris you’re scaring me”

You giggle softly still begin serious.

“I don’t know what it is but I like you a lot and I don’t know if its because im grew up with you but I just-can see myself not hanging out with you and doing more with you”

Chris trails off as you quickly bring your lips up to his cheek placing a quick kiss to it silencing him.

“You’re cute”

You giggle out as chris’ turns as deeper she of pink and that’s where it started  and honestly you didn’t know that it was going to end up leading to you and chris to feeling comfortable to give each other your guys virginities at 15.

————————

“Are you sure about this”

Chris questions you as you take your shirt off sitting on his bed.

“More than sure”

You giggle looping your fingers through chris’ jean belt hoops pulling you into him as you two fall on the bed together linking your guys lips together.

Which brings you to now you and chris being at the prime age of 21 hanging out with a few influencer that you two have made through moving to LA and having your influencer careers. Sometimes not only does it amaze you and chris that you two have been together that long just as much as your friends are amazed by it.

“This is literally insane”

Colby states out of the blue as you all are sitting in the Triplets living room.

“What is insane”

Matt chuckles at the randomness of the statement.

“I mean Hannah and Chris have been together since they were 13”

Colby chuckles trying to still wrap his head around it. 

“Shut the fuck up that’s crazy”

Tara gasps out as everyone illicit the same reaction.

“Y’all don’t realize that you guys were together that long”

Sam asks you two.

“I mean not really I mean chris and I fucked at 15 and took each other virginities”

You causally state out shrugging your shoulders.

“WHOA okay did not need to hear that”

Nick gasps out as Larray and Queen laugh.

“Damn at 15 is crazy but good for you guys you know”

Larray gasp out making everyone chuckle. 

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[wyzechyld]

I am truly amazed by how deep you sank your teeth into my existence—

and whether or not you loved me hardly stands out next to the multifaceted mélange of counterfeit moments

you wove so elegantly to keep my head twisted off my shoulders and full of sirens.

You are an artist, swooning to the sadistic melody of a siren captivated by her own reflection—

masticating the bitter fruits from each tree until there is nothing left but gnashing teeth,

twisted roots, a pound of flesh, and whatever the fuck might be left of a diseased me.

But to you, I could be anybody, so long as I’m weak.

So long as the cracks in my soul portray dim shadow puppets

falling forward as they fall asleep to the persistent thud, thud, thud of your dancing feet.

The insatiable thirst for chemical release you marked as love

viciously dominated each impulse hidden beneath words

spilling from your mouth like pregnant spiders.

Your chest swells with confabulation,

and you wonder why it hurts all the time.

But you know—really, really, you know—

possessed by vampiric intent, and honestly,

I wouldn’t be surprised if you were chalk full of flies.

I don’t wonder anymore, though uncertainty beckons,

repeatedly wandering from downcast eyes

so worried of being cast aside,

crystallized and stoned and—

shattered amidst lies.

A never-ending déjà vu—

or another one of those night terrors—

coming down with broken bones,

just to go paralyzed dreaming of elusive homes,

where no one ever needed me anyway.

Sleazy, queasy garnishes of pragmatic drive-bys—

freezing the frame so I can quickly erase the white chalk outlines while hope dies.

A needle in my arm to slam the truth somewhere the sun won’t shine,

because it doesn’t get any darker than this,

and I’m only getting started.

The night remains full of voices

that never really said anything at all,

and I’m still not wondering why it all happened this way.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Absolutely correct. Still issues that I will chew on aggressively, but sobbing in the streets to have fun with this show again.

But seriously! The world shouldn’t be flat! I understand it’s budget thing, but like, people existing now and before is still baffling? Especially for something as destructive as Invici-War! Agony!

And honestly you’re speaking the truth, focusing on a character when it should be character focused ANYWAY, but then hiding only to see the ruined world would be so good! Instant shock at the utter destruction! I’d even argue we can get back some of s1’s mystery/horror mood with this, if we don’t get see our Mark ever until the very end! Except instead of guarding an already protected location because they pissed me off SO BAD MARK SHOULD NOT DO THAT, he’s out there fighting. And we don’t see what that looks like.

Like, imagine they hear a thud outside the GDA’s walls. The fight was supposed to be over, but what if one lingers? An agent reports a wall’s been destroyed on an upper level. Broken, glitchy cameras reveal a bloody, battered Invincible floating ominously through the halls looking for SOMETHING. It finds the door. Them. It wretches it open with ease. They brace themselves to fight for their fucking lives. And I it emerges, bloody, lens and mask torn, but it’s their Mark. Who dealt with the others outside. If we established an anti-kill Mark from the get go, then comes questions: he HAD to have killed them, no? He must have, right. Is this is Our Mark, even? One would hope so, but it creates some lingering unease and tension against him.

Bonus if there’s fleeting clips of destruction/fight from far away, dots destroying buildings, causing earthquakes, could be Mark, could not be. I am again dying in the hill he SHOULD kill them, but I will gladly enjoy him denying it counts at killing. Or avoiding the subject altogether. Vague about what he did and had to do. Doesn’t wanna talk about it. The destruction says one picture, and similarly Debbie, if she wanted to, could demand to see footage.

OR, OOOO, if the Cecil vs Mark confrontation happened AFTER the War, which is so juicy because it definitely validates Cecil’s point of view, not only because literally versions of Mark have shon how destruction they can be, but if we follow Debbie, William, etc, we don’t KNOW how vicious our Mark had to be to right them. But Cecil, and his “what is privacy” agency, could know exactly how terrifying violent Mark can be, again, not only because that’s literally him, but you almost forget that he’s the “good” one. Intensified if Mark is trying to be anti-kill, getting on Cecil’s case even, and when they argue, Cecil pulls up this footage. And Mark has to confront his anti-kill thing isn’t holding, when he’s trying to cling to the idea it is? The people who didn’t see may still question Mark, or react like Debbie, doubling down her son didn’t do anything, while other heroes are kinda hesitant.

Conquest is like that and I love it so dearly, he’s everything to me rn. Unhinged freak. Delighted they added the speech, elevated himmmmmmm. Though the kitten thing was strange? Raised my eyebrows at that? Why do you know what that is? Here? And truly, a very present narrative like I feel like the only time there’s an acknowledgment other places exist is just to see it being destroyed? If that? Can we acknowledge other places, other people? Like, it’d be one thing if Viltrumite + Human anatomy was similar enough he made an accurate heart and crushed it, but the symbolic heart was odd??? Why do you know what that is?

Just saw the post now, but heavy heavy heavy agree. It spits in the face out what it’s trying to even set up! What the fuck! If Mark’s kills only count when he’s being used as a bat, they don’t count. LITERALLY, destroys what they just worked to build. What is the point. I feel like seeing a child building a tower only to smack it down again. But I’m supposed to be blind to the fact they smacked it down, as if they didn’t commit to doing exactly that, consistently. Why doesn’t he do anything that matters? How is he our protagonist and nothing he does really impacts the world? What the hell????

Also, it RLLY IS STUPID. I’d think they’d like separate Conquest’s brain from his body and upload his intelligence to strip information from him, as some handwavy scientific bullshit of extreme interrogation, but KEEPING HIM ALIVE??? Yall are gonna die. You KNOW Nolan ate up a laser. Your “strongest” hero almost died. Also Conquest literally SAYS he doesn’t care about giving a speech! He is here to FIGHT and nothing BUT FIGHT. It’s so stupid???? Him being the Amanda Walker/Batman of potential ruthlessness and paranoia respectively kinda falls flat for me when he does shit like this, and I’m supposed to take it 100% seriously like he didn’t just put atomic bomb in the basement. Like even calling Mark strong is dumb, when he’s SHOWN to LOSE.

Again, it’s TELLING me one thing but doing another????

And exactly? That kind of despair makes sense for s1 NOT S3????????? Especially since this Nolan’s fault????? Why can’t she be angry at him? Why isn’t ANYONE livid with him? I understand why Mark is, BUT WHY IS EVERYBODY ELSE? Feels like Forgive Nolan propaganda LOL.

I know you’d enjoy Oliver getting punched LMAO, but exactly, his lack of ANY reaction is fucking insane. He’s what? 4 going on 12 years old? He should be SLAMMED by the concept of his own mortality. AS DID MARK IN S1. HELLO? Even if he denies it, or can’t comprehend it, he should be dealing with how terrifying this kind of work is, JUST LIKE MARK. It feels more and more s1 was luck, like??? HUH? Oliver literally has a higher kill count, and now he’s about kill bank robbers, like the fuck? He should NOT have said that. Just have him say he’s gonna take this sort of thing more seriously, and Oliver ASSUMES he can do the same.

Rae crying herself, back to weirdly isolating characters? AND YEAH, WHERE’S REX LAST WORDS? This episode made me hate Rudy, no dude, you do not get to STEAL SOMEONE’S FACE AND SKIN, to be a LITTLE BOY, when you could have figured out how to make her GROWN, and building your OWN kind of body. Fuck their annoying ass romance. Bro literally stole Rex’s IDENTITY. HOW IS NO ONE MAD? PISSED? THAT’S SPITTING ON WHO REX WAS, NO? Are you not replacing him, so cruelly? Fuck Rex apparently! Did you low-key hate him? Never care about him? ‘Cause these actions are INSANE. Were you WAITING to still his name this whole time? IS THIS NOT DIABOLICAL? HOW IS RAE NOT FURIOUS ABOUT THAT, TOO, ACTUALLY? EVE? E

AND OKAY THANK YOU, I’M NOT CRAZY. Not even being with Paul is something ABOUT HER. DAMN. SHE CAN’T HAVE ANYTHING. WHYY IS HE HEREEEEEE? WHY IS SHE CODDLING HIM? Where is my wine bottle throwing Debbie? Seriously, like this is soooooo annnoyingggggg, why can’t she be a personnnnn, why is her worth and interest always towards a mannnnnnnn, why does she stop being a person in a relationshippppppp. I lose my shit thinking about how Eve does have shit going on, but when she’s with Mark, she feels like Listening Girlfriend suddenly. I’m glad she’s a good hero but there should be more with her ??? Like she didn’t tell Mark about god-mode? GOOD. Let her lie, keep secrets, have flawssssss. Let her lash out because of her parents. Let her struggle to be open while Mark clings to comfort, idk????

I cannot remember if I said so but ace-aro as hell and in general violently disinterested In romance because I cannot Get It. I stray away from the genre, but when it’s in Action or Horror or Thriller, I’m squinting because, really, why CAN’T you articulate why you like them? Why do you like them? What specifically is happening here and why do you care this much. I enjoyed Aggretusko, but the end game ship made me bash my head into the wall, when the ML cannot EXPRESS why he even liked her, when it seemed he barely knew her! She also changed as a person! WHO DO YOU LIKE? YOUR FANTASY? OF WHAT?????? You just START with him crushing on her while she’s out there DOING SHIT. Girl was getting involved in elections at on point, and he’s…. Mulling over… a crush… I guess. Mind you, one love interest was out here flying her out just to eat, and end-game ML was… here ig.

Seriously, save the budget and work around these kind of obstacles then! Let people be interesting! You can stop and BREATHE guys, the story NEEDS IT.

Oliver being the dark hearted one would be hilarious, like he does have a kill count LOL.

Mark agreeing to go hang out on a beach w Debbie instead of refusing and the beach is Beach City (am now officially thinking too much about this crossover lol)

The way I got caught up on our back and forth I almost forgot this, lol! AND OH MY GOODNESS, IMAGINE? I forget exactly what which point Debbie makes the beach offer, but I’d love when exactly in SU/SUF-timeline they’d go? There’s something so fucking funny to me about them going during the SUF-timeline and always narrowly missing the strange, Steven-shaped mental breakdowns in the back. I know those don’t occur in a single day, but it’s tickling me. How could they miss anything? I don’t know I just think it’s funny.

Though, post-SUF is interesting if Gems can see the similar “world on your shoulders”, Mark has going on! Steven can shunt the narrative in the Gems’ minds, which I think is neat, if I’m not misusing the phrase since the guy’s on the road far away. Or maybe it’s just before Steven goes and they stumble into each other. I’d kinda love Pearl and Debbie interacting, honestly, if they could talk about loving someone who hurt you, hide things from you, even when you thought you knew them so deeply, and they left you to raise a child. Pearl being in a well adjusted space, and Debbie still grieving.

Honestly, the gems could help train Mark, they’re got experience and similar-ish powers in strength, sturdiness, and they can jump/run fast enough for flying to be vaguely similar enough to lecture about, I think. Or Lapis Lazulis, haha! Peridot with her trash can lid! Garnet, I’d love to see if she told Mark anything about his future in vague, well meaning advice. Or even giving relationship advice considering Amber. Or, importantly, how to convince an entire reign to end their colonizing ways, lol. Is Mark perhaps willing to start a war, take advantage of being related to any leaders, or fake his own death to varying results?

In general, there’s something so fucking funny to me about Nolan, in the sake of comparison, being Pink Diamond coded. Like OH, did an important or well respected of the colonizing empire come to earth and learn the beauty of its people and nature, including faking/lying/omitting things about his identity and background to being in, only to feel conflicted when his responsibility still remained, and he tried to free himself from them? Yikes! We’ve been through that before! Like gimme Pink Diamond and Nolan outfit swap rn. This is tickling me so much oh my goodness.

[softle0]

So my game is fucked up after I tried to do everything to solve it lol I have to re install the game and hope for the best. I did some savings but sadly I forgot to save some of my lots and sims which I spend a lot doing cause they’re pretty big lots and very detail sims lol I’m honestly so damn sad but there’s nothing I can do at this point, I guess this is a life lesson for me to ALWAYS save every single lot and sim I made even if they aren’t finished 😭😭

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[embv]

I think everyone’s subscribing to the “Helena Infiltration Theory” WAYY too quickly. I kinda feel like a lot of the oddities in the way she was acting could be chalked up to something else, and defaulting to “that’s not Helly” feels a lot like… I don’t know, like brushing off character flaws by saying, “No, [X] is possessed! That’s not actually them!”

I’d probably buy into it a bit more if she didn’t have that moment in the halls with Mark where she fervently said, “We’re not the same, actually. Us and the outies, we’re not.”

There are reasons why Helly would want to lie about her identity, and chief among them is the fact that she hates her outie—desperately wants to place distance between them, desperately wants to convince herself that the person she saw wasn’t her.

But there are compelling reasons for both angles, and I can’t say that I won’t be scanning future episodes for hints to either prove or disprove this, so… cheers, 🥂.

[spghtrbry]

so i’ve been. THINKING lately.

you can find many similarities in both stories but there are also huge differences…

in cain and abel’s story cain murders his younger brother because of his jealousy and because god preferred abel over him, which is obviously similar to how chuck’s pride made him envious of jimmy because he’s more likeable and made their mom laugh etcetera etcetera..but i’d say abel was a pure guy, he didn’t do anything bad, he was like. basically the purest human being at that time (well it’s not really difficult to be the best person when there’s like 4 people in the whole world and two of them literally got kicked out of heaven but anyway). and cain murdered him. which is clearly not the case with jimmy and chuck because obviously in the legal point of view chuck is a better person than jimmy …

and we’ve got esau and jacob, which is i think a really underrated story. i mean i love cain and abel but i think people often forget about those two. esau, (technically) an older brother, always gets tricked by jacob. jacob buys his birthright and steals his father’s blessing that was meant for esau. and esau rages at him because. i mean. that’s not a nice thing to do. but in the end jacob becomes one of the Main Characters in the genesis… personally i think this story is more… idk, specific? there’s just something about the younger brother constantly tricking the older to get what he wants, even though the reasons not always are completely selfish. BUT! in the end esau and jacob made peace which is (spoiler alert😨) not the case with chuck and jimmy ………..and also jacob didn’t really have a redemption arc and esau just. idk. moved on with his life. got a family and all that. so he basically became a normie. but yeah ANYWAYS!

so yeah. i’d really love to hear ur thoughts and opinions on this one because i am a little bit insane about all this stuff as you probably noticed

(also if i messed something up or if im wrong anywhere please lmk lol it’s been a while since ive read the old testament…….)