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c7thetumbler · 11 months ago

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Quick Game reviews: 2023 (Part 2!)

Continuing on! These were ones I played closer to the end of the year, but also as I remember them throughout. Other than that, order doesn't matter

Let's keep this ball rollin!

Kirby's Dreamland 2 (Switch online)

The only Kirby's dreamland I never played! I enjoyed it quite a lot, though of course it's a pretty easy Kirby game. Back in the day this would've been a lot of fun, and still is as a quickly little romp through a classic Kirby game. Nowadays it doesn't really hold up vs SuperStar DX and Planet Robobot, so not an essential playthrough by any means

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This next section's going to be about playing and 100% every Super Mario Advance game! How incredibly pointless interesting!

To put an age on myself, GBA was my late kid/early teen years and I have a long history with these games. Since they all got added as part of NSO+ or whatever I'm mooching off of Keewy's subscription (love you so much bud), I figured it'd be fun to go back and 100% all of them. Mixed results, but let's get into it.

Super Mario Advance (Switch Online, GBA)

This one was the original Mario Advanced, and more first into into SMB2 (Doki Doki Panic). Since it was fresh to me I didn't realize at the time that it was just a remaster, and thought it was difficult but a lot of fun. The addition of the findable Yoshi eggs adds some replay-ability, but mostly in the form of a tedious hide and seek.

Additionally, the playground rumor was if you got ALL of the Yoshi eggs, you can play as him! This is an outright lie. Ryan. You get nothing for finding them all other than the satisfaction of knowing you did it. As far as an experience goes, this is definitely one of the better ways to play SMB2 as long as you can get back the crunchy but frequent voice lines

Super Mario Advance 2: Super Mario World (Switch Online, GBA)

This one was one I spent COUNTLESS hours playing on my old GBA, and continued playing after the DS came out on my Micro. Easily my favorite 2D Mario game, no contest. This is the best way you can experience SMW officially, and I'd highly recommend it since it made some of the more high-score aspects like dragon coins collectibles instead.

Unlike The previous game, this game actually rewards you with some fun screens and congratulations when you finish everything too!

Super Mario Advance 3: Yoshi's Island (Switch Online, GBA)

Another incredibly solid title! Same as the original but with some minor tweaks and additional levels. This is the definitive version of the original Yoshi's Island, which if you haven't played, you absolutely should.

I Don't remember a reward past the "All Clear" congratulations you get, but still that's enough of an accomplishment because these levels can get tough.

Super Mario Advance 4: Super Mario Bros. 3 e+ (Switch Online, GBA

This one and I have a funny history. I got on e-reader at the tail end of it's incredibly short lifespan in the states. While I have fond memories of scanning cards for NES games, Animal Crossing, and this game, I unfortunately was not able to find the packs to play all these e-reader levels. Now that this is re-released, I can finally play all them and see what the reward is for getting all the cards and collectibles in the levels (which involves playing each one at least twice!).

You get nothing! And the card levels vvary in quality, definitely with a very proto Mario Maker vibe to them. They were fun at the time, but honestly they should've just done a bonus world with all the levels already available after beating the game. Playing all this once-lost level content is interesting, but as far as this game goes it can get pretty grindy and overstay its welcome, especially in comparison to things done nowadays in 2D mario with Wonder and Mario Maker

Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga (Switch Online, GBA)

A classic masterpiece. Offers a big, beautiful, wacky world to explore without overstaying it's welcome with unique ways of traversing and interacting with the environment and an incredible battle system. Honestly? I'd suggest playing this over its 3DS remake; what that adds isn't worth missing out on this iconic art that defined a small generation of sprite-artists, and the QoL stuff added doesn't really do that much for this game since it was already incredible.

Will always recommend SuperStar Saga

... And that's all the Mario advanced games! Basically, play Superstar Saga, the rest is up to you but SMW is great as well.

BurgerTime Deluxe (Switch Online, GB)

Me and Burgertime Arcade go waaaaay back to the dentist office where they had a cabinet that I would play when I finished my cleanings but had to wait for half an hour afterwards. I had no idea this game existed!

Similar to Annalynn in the last post, this is a classic Arcade experience that in order to get really good at and beat without failure, you need to deeply understand how all its simple mechanics work. Since it's on NSO, I cheated a bit near the end. Still, This is a great portable expansion on Burgertime the arcade game, similar to how Donkey Kong GB blows the original DK arcade game out of the water! Would recommend you give it a try if only to get that classic arcade feeling.

Vampire Survivors (Steam)

I have a hard time recommending games like this. On the one hand, I did enjoy my time with it and it was pretty fun to slowly get better and find all the things, as well as learn different really cool combos for some crazy shenanigans. On the other hand, there's not really much gameplay here other than wandering in the right direction and a skinner box. It's kinda like cookie clicker to me; not something that I like the idea of fondly, but still some good fun for a little bit. The kind of thing I could easily hyperfixate on without actually enjoying myself, if I'm not careful.

Pikmin 1 (Switch)

So this surprised me. Was not expecting a Switch re-release, but it did make sense. As far as things go, this is a good way to experience the game (legally), and it does fix a number of issues with Wii Play Control versions, but at the end of the day I would've preferred a bit more; either some online high score comparison features or an actual HD remaster. Pikmin's a great time, but this entry shows it's age a bit; I'd recommend Pikmin 4 first.

Pikmin 3 also perfected the challenge mode, so going back to this version's classic mode with no changes or comparisons was just a little bleh.

Pikmin 2 (Switch)

I feel like I can recommend this one a bit more, however it falls into the same pitfalls that rereleasing 1 does. Pikmin 2 is a phenomenal game, but loses all of the stakes of a time limit in exchange for being much larger (and hilariously unfair at times). It's challenge mode is also certainly more engaging than 1, but again it fails in comparison to 3, and I would've liked to see a remaster instead. Especially since Pikmin 3's DLC and later Pikmin 4 confirmed that they had all the HD assets for it. Again, I love pikmin, but Pikmin 4 perfectly captured the Pikmin experience for me, so I'd recommend checking that out first.

Castle on the Coast (Steam)

A fun, easy, short 3D platformer whose mascot is based off of the mascot of a Children's Hospital! How cute.

It's a good time to just play through casually; the movement is a little strange but I was able to get used to it and it was a great time. Another game that feels of perfect length for what it's doing. It's pretty cheap on sale, I'd give this a god if you're aching for a classic 3D platformer game.

Grounded (Steam)

This one's hard to recommend; I had a lot of fun playing it with my good pally pals June and Keewy, but it definitely seemed like it was more fine-tuned as a single-player experience since the scaling for additional people made everything WAY harder. Admittedly I wasn'ty playing my best and I'd still like to try and beat it, but I found myself frustrated a lot. I've not delved to much into the crafting survival genre past Minecraft, and while this one has good visuals and a fun 90s story, I have trouble giving it a thumbs-up

Pikmin 4 (Switch)

After so many years...

It's fucking amazing, best entry in the series. The definitive Pikmin experience, if you've never played Pikmin start here and work backwards if you fall in love. Instant masterpiece, tons of content, but still found myself wanting more

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages (Switch Online, GBA)

Finally got around to finishing one of these! It's a very fun 2D Zelda, but is in drastic need of some QoL and modernization. Constantly using the start button to swap items and check the map is as tedious as expected, but in terms of gameplay it's a lot of fun! I didn't play Seasons yet, which feels like it's mandatory for getting the full expeience, and there were a few moments where I found myself lost and frustrated, but past that a solid 2D Zelda entry.

Animal Crossing New Horizons: Happy Home Paradise (Switch DLC)

I had been playing AC to catch up and finally complete the museum, and was astonished by how little content there was in this DLC.

Then I learned that it doesn't Download automatically if you get it for free via NSO+ subscription. Oops.

It goes a long way in adding to New Horizon's experience, which after so many hours playing it can feel strippedof its charm as you repeat the same tasks with a limited number of personalities is refreshing. Is it worth $30? ehhh.

I've designed ~80 homes in it so far, and while it is fun to decorate around their guidelines and play with villagers you may have fond memories of from previous entries, it's very much a make your own goals kind of thing. You'll find yourself very easily bored of it if you don't engage with it seriously and only do the bare minimum to "progress", but it definitely allows AC's home designing experience to really shine.

Sonic Frontiers: The Final Horizon (Steam)

Wow, this was not good! Incredibly hard platforming levels and bosses scattered all around the world that only Sonic could deal with, with some incredibly janky mechanics for all 3 the new playable characters that don't really work well enough to design levels around (which is good, because they didn't). Boss fights and new challenges are super difficult and annoying as well. The only Positive is the endin g is better, but you can watch that on Youtube. Honestly, the best experience you can have withg a farily good game like this is to play with all DLC downloaded but not going through the portal to this content. It's got 3D Sonic jank, but in a way that's incredibly frustrating and not fun to navigate around.

F-Zero 99 (Switch Online)

I miss Super Mario Bros 35.

... This game's fine, and a fun re-imagining of classic F-Zero experience, but I was never really a fan of F-Zero and thought that the 2D ones were a bit too tough for me so I didn't play it much. If you like F-Zero though, you'll love this

Super Mario Wonder (Switch)

Another hit, highly recommend this one for it's charm alone! It's 2D Mario, you know if you want it or not.

I will say my experience with it is from the perspective of someone who has religiously played every Mario game, and I did actually very much enjoy the game so the rest of this review will be from that perspective.

Game length felt a bit... short to me. There are just as many levels and worlds as you would expect in a 2D Mario game, as well asa lot of things to collect and a bonus world with it's own secrets of course. But I still managed to beat in 100% in about a day, whcih is kinda surprising to me given how much time I spent on other games. 3D World comes to mind as one with just about the same amount of levels, but one I spent way more time playing and had more enjoyment with just because of the way 100% is done. I would've liked to see a bit more is all I'm saying, but it's defnitely a full game.

The online ghost helper features is a welcome addition to the game. It allows you to help or be helped by other players and having that extra bit of interactivity and silent community without getting in the way of playtime. Visually it's also a stunning style, and I hope in future they continue to stylize Mario Games and move away from the Gamecube era models and NSMB styling and get something with much more character like this.

Gameplay wise it's also very fun, though you can feel the traditional 2D Mario formula in every level which is something I wish I could un-know. Badges are neat, but can be a mixed bag. There's one really good badge and then some okay badges and then others you would never touch, which doesn't really encourage the variations in gameplay as much as they would've hoped it does, I think. Additionally while I understand the idea of all characters playing the same (sans Yoshi + Nabbit), I think I still would've preferred unique movement for each character over the badge system.

All in all, it's great, but I want more.

Knytt Underground (Steam)

So for those unfamiliar with Knytt, it was an atmospheric, simple, 2D indie platformer that allowed you to make your own levels and games and let other people play them. It was very popular amoung a certain group of early let's players that overlapped strongly with SMW Rom hacks. This is essentially a sequel/remaster of that style.

This game is just okay. It's very simple, involves a lot of backtracking and the story and characters aren't terribly engaging. It's not a bad time, but feels very much of its time so I can't really recommend this one.

Super Mario RPG (Switch)

A fantastic remake of a trend-setting classic! I had forgotten how short the original was, but this adds a number of features and improvements that make it worth it. I love that they kept the very strange character designs that we never got to see again, as well as how faithful they were to the original's quirks while also fixing the localization issues. $60 is still a lot, imo, to ask for a game that already existed, but like that's a pretty good game and remake so I'd say go for it.

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Lethal Company (Steam)

This one I was unsure if I would like or not because I'm a big baby when it comes to horror games. Playing this with friends though changes everything, and I had a wonderful time with it. It's definitely one of those games where the less you know about the enemies the better, as once you start getting "good" at it it feels like a different experience than wandering into the unknown, but I'm looking forward to future updates. I'd give this one a try if you have some friends to play it with!

Paper Mario (Switch Online, N64)

After finishing Super Mario RPG I had a terrible Mario RPG itch that I needed to scratch, and with TTYD remake announced and coming next year this seemed like a good move. I'm glad I did since I only played it once and didn't remember much of it. It's a fun, simple RPG, but the lack of depth to its mechanics and at this point pretty standard Mario story made it age less well than it's predecessor and sequel. I'm glad they're remaking TTYD and not this. It's by no means a bad time, but not one of the essential Mario RPGs over TTYD, Superstar Saga, and SMRPG.

Disney Dreamlight Valley: Eternity Isle Expansion (Switch)

This is one that I mostly watched my Sister play over Christmas but then had to pick up so she could get the rewards for a limited quest she unlocked. This adds an interesting area, a much more thought-out storyline and world, and is overall an improvement. However, the basic flaws are still there, including random crashes and softlocking, stuttering framerate, some very low-poly resources, and just all around tediousness and grindy nature of it. I'd recommend this if you're a huge disney/ Animal Crossing fan, and even then on PC instead. It still feels like an early access game and has some pretty intense monetization, so for the cost of the base game plus expansion I cannot ethically recommend it due to its quality and bad internal practices

... But like, it's not a bad game. It just needs a lot more work.

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BEST GAME I PLAYED THIS YEAR

Golly, lot of suspense in this one right? I raved about Tears of the Kingdom, but like a LOT of good stuff came out this year and I even enjoyed several incredible indies there.

I mean, you know what the answer is already, but I can pretend for a split second I wasn't going to say Pikmin 4 right?

It was Pikmin 4. Pikmin 4 is the best game I played this year, and nothing anyone says will convince me otherwise.

It was such a long wait and having come out as such a fun and packed experience, basically containing Pikmin 1 and 2 as sub games within it made it easily come out ahead. I just love it so much.

Tears of the Kingdom is 2nd place, and I didn't play Baldur's Gate so that's just not here.

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Anywho, that's it! Hope everyone enjoyed gaming as much as I did this year, despite, well, you know. Motions vaguely towards entire planet

See ya!

#disney dreamlight valley #super mario advance #paper mario #lethal company #super mario rpg #Knytt #super mario wonder #Sonic Frontiers #Pikmin #Pikmin 4 #Animal Crossing #F-zero 99 #Castle on the Coast #Oracle of Ages #Vampire Survivors #Burgertime #Grounded

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bells-of-black-sunday · 2 months ago

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This one is genuinely unpopular but: B.aulders G.ate 3 didn't deserve nearly the amount of awards it got at the v.ideo g.ame awards and while it is a good game it is still one of the most over hyped games I've played to date. Let me explain.

I'm not saying it's a bad game, it's gorgeous, the va work is incredible, the story is fun until you hit act 3, tons of content, and a lot of replay-ability, but my god most of this stuff came in patches after it's release. The entirety of the third act is extremely rushed to the point where you only have 1 actual boss fight in the entire game out of the 3 big bads they set up. G.ortash and O.rin got fucking shafted in terms of story and game play and are barely used even when they should be esp if you're running a d.urge character. You actively get insanely punished for playing an evil tav it's extremely stupid and only now over a year after it's release did we even get evil endings.

Why wasn't that on launch? This game took so long in development, because the devs were too focused on adding way too much to the game instead of focusing on making sure it was actually complete on launch. They self admit the third act is very rushed, so why not have actually put in the fucking time to finish your story properly instead of talking about adding multiplayer sex scenes??? That's not even mentioning how W.hyll still doesn't have a majority of what other romance paths have, because god forbid we give one of the black camp members anything.

Oh and it took them what? 6 months? To add anything to after you play the game to actually tie up the plot threads they laid out and give a stratifying conclusion to the relationships you built. That's not even counting how d.urge is barely a story line and probably should've stayed a recruit-able npc or something if they weren't going to put effort into it until a year later. I'm so tired of games being expensive as all hell, but not being complete on release. It's so fucking stupid that you're paying 60 or 70 dollars for a game that isn't complete until a year after it's released.

The game has so many flaws that really could've been solved with how long it was in development, e and my friends joked for actual years it was never coming out, because L.arian kept talking about adding more and more and well we see how that turned out. Also speaking as someone who plays d.nd, 5e combat is so fucking boing holy shit, the combat in the game is a slog because of that, they should've stuck to D.ivinity's token based combat system. Funnily enough D.ivinty gives you more freedom in combat than the d.nd game.

I'm going to be real after watching someone play A.lan W.ake 2, the only other game to win anything and b.g3 fans still bitched, I'm genuinely pissed it didn't win more awards, that's an actual complete game with an incredible story and incredible full album soundtrack that also has a full 30 min musical section and a 20 minute short film in it that you can watch. Not counting the multiple commercials and bits that you can watch on the tv that is all live action. How the fuck didn't it win? The combat is really smooth and the boss fights are fun, there's genuine tense moments and really emotional ones.

It treats it's audience with the maturity they respect, since it's been so long since the first game. It's so campy and fun, not a perfect game by any means, the pc port for example is really stupid, but you expect that with R.emedy. There's kind of forced replay-ability in it, because new game plus gives you story that ties up more of the loose ends, I think so of the pacing towards the end should've been cleaned up i.e actually sprinkling answers throughout instead of giving them all at the end.

I genuinely think A.lan's VA should've won of A.starion's, the line delivery and ability to play multiple characters and you not really notice is incredible. The Mr. S.cratch sections in the tv like in I forget which dlc from the first game where it's A.lan's dark thoughts that are the monster are honestly extremely haunting. Genuinely to go from the first game to how he is here, my god what range and improvement. You've still got the "this is really a metaphor for depression and anxiety and every dark part of you" stuff going on, but it's not shoved down your throat.

I think incorporating live action into the game was a brilliant choice to add to the uncanny nature of literally everything. Genuinely it's such an incredible game that while flawed, deserved way more recognition than it got. Yet when it came out it got massively over shadowed, because everyone in B.g3 is hot or something, so that means it's better.

I'm not saying I didn't enjoy my time with B.g3, I did, it's a fun game. I get people replaying it, but aside form character dialogue that you can look up to see what changes and the new added endings, there's not much to it's story. It's a really basic d.nd campaign with a lot of fluff and a rushed third act for literally no reason after you build up hype about how strong and powerful the d.ead threes chosen are meanwhile they never reach the stakes or height of K.ethric's boss battle that is insanely early into the game.

#ooc #/negative #/muns games #before anyones like ''dont you have a b.g3 t.av?'' yeah i do #I love Cirith to death and I enjoy the story don't get me wrong; but the game is so incredibly over hyped its dumb #it's not the second coming of christ it is a fun game with a fun easy to digest story that falls flat towards the end especially on launch

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sonicenvy · 9 months ago

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now that I am no longer half awake I have a lot more patience for this thing actually:

I figured out how to get VLC media player to convert the dot mov screen videos that premiere didn't like to m4v videos which is a file type that premiere pro will actually import with no complaints. Downside is that to do this conversion VLC has to play the video back in real time as it is essentially re-recording it, so these 20 minute videos are going to take 20 minutes to convert. boooo on that front

I converted the shortest clip first, so I could try to figure out why the audio wasn't properly synced to the video and I think I have an answer, which is basically just that I clipped the dead space out of the audio and video separately BEFORE importing them into premiere instead of doing them at the same time. 🤦‍♀️ I'll just chalk that up to my brain being tired from work and being up late and move on actually.

I remembered that there was this tool in premiere that you could use to mark specific time stamps in a sequence. this is the weapon of choice for project re-align audio and video that my zoinked brain fucked up. How? I watched the video back until I got to a point in the video where there should have been a very specific, distinct piece of audio synced with it (in this case the sound of me typing) and marked that location. Next I listened to the audio again until I hit the start of the typing sound and marked that particular moment. The two timestamps marked, I then manually aligned my two markers, replayed the video/audio again to see if I was right and tweaked as needed. Finally, I resolved the length mismatch by cutting out the short remaining dead space at the beginning of the video and adjusting the speed until it was enough to fill the void in properly. Then I re-inserted the dead space, moving around the other clips as necessary and re-adding my crossfades.

This method should work for the other clips, which I am still waiting for conversions on. 🤞

Once all of my clips are re-aligned and properly in my timeline, I can go back and skim watch the video for errors before exporting it and submitting it. I also need to make the associated short write up, but that should be pretty painless and take no more than 30 minutes. Maybe more if I chose to include labeled screenshots.

Assignment will be less than 24 hours late, which is as good as I could have hoped for under the circumstances actually. One day I will finally turn in an assignment on time. On that note, I should get a jump on the discussion for next week so I'm turning that in early.

Hopefully I can have the assignment done BEFORE I go to work at 2:30. That's the goal anyways. Otherwise, I'll have to finish some stuff up AT work, which I'm gonna be real I'm not keen on.

Once again, my deepest, sincerest apologies to my profession (M) for my general lack of organization and whatnot. Fuck adhd, fuck adobe and fuck apple for this situation. Also fuck my lack of saturdays off actually. I'm glad for the hours, but also it is really screwing my school work time lines up. fmllll

sidenote, the professor suggested a different method for making the videos but I honestly did not want to spend the time learning how to do something else for this when I already knew how to do it this way. I wasted enough time in the past learning how to professionally produce video content in premiere pro, that I've honest to god wiped my brain of basic, consumer end, "easy" video editing which is objectively funny as fuck.

fuck you adobe and fuck you apple for deciding to stop talking to each other correctly. I just want to use my stupid dot mov mac screen captures in my pproj file. bpleaseee free me. this video was due almost an hour ago i hate it here.

i so thought I was going to get through this whole half assed project without having to google adobe error messages. like a fool. y’all i tempted fate. local grad student hates googling adobe error messages news @ 9. etc.

#personal bs #margaret's grad school adventures

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longagoitwastuesday · 2 years ago

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I feel almost ashamed that I've loved literally every Metal Gear game thus far

#I'm going to play the mobile game next. Let's see how that goes. Maybe Portable Ops after that #I haven't played MGSV yet but my brother said he'd lend me the PS3 so I'll get there. I refuse to play the Survive thing #And tbh it's starting to look like I will love every game. I feel like a biased groupie #Metal Gear is the one I've liked the least for now. Metal Gear 2 was amazing #I didn't expect to love all of them. I expected to be indifferent or even have negative feelings for some #Liking every work from one author is strange #I don't remember that happening to me before with anything #Anyway...#I talk too much #I should probably delete this later #Metal Gear #Metal Gear Solid #Was tumblr still doing the 5/10 tags thing? I'm never sure‚ I feel things appear or not on the tags randomly #I hope this doesn't appear it's just some personal musing #and it becomes so bothersome to look for actual content when these things come up constantly going through the tag #I don't know whether I should finish every game I haven't played before first and then replay the games #or replay them in order of release adding the games I haven't played hmmm #I'm terrible at making choices #Metal Gear always a highlight in my life. I haven't feel so well mentally in years #Perhaps I shouldn't have postponed playing them for so long

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5raysofsunshine · 3 years ago

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Excited (part 2) - Emily Prentiss x Reader smut

Description: Emily comes home after being away on a case for three days with a surprise for you, inspired by a dream you had told her about the morning she left. It leads to you having a very good evening.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (sex, cursing, dirty talk, etc.)

Word count: 3,540k

This fic is split into 2 parts, this is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

This is my third fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "are you... are you wearing a strap on?" and YES SHE SURE AS HELL IS!!! I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕 so be on the look out for more Emily Prentiss content coming your way!

Special thanks to of course iv @sweetprentiss and ari @arigotssomekinks for the love and support and again I'm so sorry it took me like a month to finish this thing but at least it's done so I can finish all my other wips!

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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You’re sitting on the couch snacking on raspberries with a book in your hand, but you’ve been rereading the same page for the past fifteen minutes. Your mind is having a hard time absorbing the words since all you can think about is seeing Emily for the first time in three days. She’s been out of state working with the team on a case, and you’ve missed her terribly. The morning of the day Emily left was so memorable that you couldn’t help but replay it in your head while she was away, making you crave her touch. You glance down at your watch to check the time, Emily had called you an hour and a half ago to let you know she was on her way home, so you knew she should be home any minute now. You sigh, dropping your book in your lap as you pop another raspberry in your mouth.

Suddenly you hear the front door open.

“Emily?” You call from the living room.

“Yup.” Emily responds as she tosses her keys and phone on the table by the front door.

You jump up from the sofa and start walking towards your girlfriend. “Welcome home, Em! I missed you so much.”

“Aww I missed you too, y/n. Come here, sweetheart!” Emily holds her arms open and you tackle her in a big hug. You both laugh as you hold each other, swaying back and forth.

“Gimme kiss please, I haven’t kissed you in three days!” You exclaim as you lean your head back towards Emily’s face, puckering your lips. Emily’s immediate response is pressing her lips to yours. She hums contently at the contact, the sound causing vibrations against your mouth.

You tried to pull away to ask her about the case she was working on, to see how the flight back to Quantico was, trying to start any kind of catch-up conversation. But Emily apparently had no interest in speaking as she held you in her arms and kissed you over and over, her hands roaming all over your body and caressing your hips, chest, and neck. You kiss and grab at her body in return, knowing you both were desperate for each other’s touch.

Emily guides you back to the sofa as you both continue kissing, nibbling, biting each other’s lips. The back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa cushions causing you to collapse onto the sofa, Emily hovering over your body as she nuzzles her nose against your cheek.

“I want you naked, right now. Let me see my beautiful girl.” Emily says as she begins stripping you of your t-shirt and yanking off your jeans. She reaches around and unlatches your bra with one hand, tossing it on the floor. Then she hooks her fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides the garment down your legs before adding it to the pile of your clothes on the ground.

“Wait here, I have a surprise for you.” Emily says before turning away to grab her bag.

“A surprise?” You remain seated, kneeling on the sofa. You watch as your girlfriend disappears down the hall, and your curiosity grows the longer she’s gone.

A couple minutes later you hear her call from the hallway, “Be a good girl and close your eyes.”

You do as you're told, closing your eyes and smiling. You loved it when Emily would return from a long case with surprises for you, whether they were gifts she picked up from the places she traveled, dinner from your favorite restaurant that she grabbed on the way home, or something new to try in the bedroom. By the way Emily has acted so far since she returned home, you assume it’s the latter.

You hear Emily’s footsteps grow closer to you until you sense that she’s once again standing in front of you. Reaching your hands out to touch her, you are disappointed to find that she’s still clothed. “Excuse me ma’am why are you not naked?”

Emily pulls you in by your hips for a kiss and grabs your hand, guiding it to her belt. “Do you feel it?”

“I... feel your belt? Do you want me to-”

Your hand wanders below her belt and you stop as soon as you touch something hard through her slacks. Something that usually isn’t there. You gasp and your eyes widen with surprise, “Emily, are you... are you wearing a strap on?”

She nods, “Yeah I-uh... I picked one up on the way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream you had and how hot that morning was. And every night I was away, I kept replaying the things you said over and over in my head before falling asleep.”

You can’t help but grin widely, “Aww, you really liked it didn’t you?”

Emily nods and cups your face with both hands, “Right now I want you so bad I swear if I actually had a dick it’d be rock-fucking-hard for you. I want to please you in any way you desire, y/n. But, if you want me to take it off, I-”

You shake your head, again pressing your palm against Emily’s bulge, rubbing it through her slacks. “No, please leave it on... I am sooo excited!”

She chuckles, “Me too! I hope you like it.”

“Well can I see it?” You ask as you start undoing her belt, not wanting to wait for permission.

Emily grabs your hands to stop you before you can pull the leather strip through the metal buckle, “Ah ah ah, try again.”

You pout, “Please, Emmy. Can I see it?”

“See what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Oh,” you feel a heat start to spread across your cheeks, “I... I want to see your cock. I want to see what it looks like.”

Emily releases your hands, “Good girl, go ahead.”

You finish undoing your girlfriend's belt and unbuttoning her pants, the anticipation making your hands tremble. You grab onto the toy and pull it out. It's marbled black and red silicone and appears to be about 7 inches long. As you run your hand up along the shaft to the head you notice it has a velvety and veiny texture.

"Fuck," you whisper.

Emily grins, “Do you like it, baby?”

All you can do is nod, you're speechless. Emily cups your face and kisses you softly, the passion beginning to build as her tongue slips past your lips. You take her tongue into your mouth, pressing yours against it. You wrap your lips around her tongue and suck lightly, eliciting a moan from Emily as she grips your hips tighter, her short nails digging into your skin.

You push Emily to step back so you may stand from the sofa. You shrug Emily's blazer off her shoulders and start unbuttoning her shirt, spreading apart the two pieces of fabric to either side of her body, exposing the creamy skin of her chest that harshly contrasts with the navy blue silk bra she's wearing.

"You're so beautiful," you say as you press yourself against your girlfriend, leaving open mouth kisses on Emily's chest. You feel the toy Emily bought rub against your thigh, reminding you of the experience that awaits.

"Bedroom. Now." Emily whispers as you step back to meet her gaze.

You nod, stumbling off the sofa and hurrying towards the bedroom, Emily following close behind as she continues stripping herself of her clothes. You hear her shuffling out of her boots, her belt clattering to the floor followed by the rest of her clothes.

Once you’re standing next to the bed you turn around to face Emily, who is now naked with the exception of the leather harness holding the toy in place at the apex of her thighs. The image of her standing before you like that, with her lips parted and her chocolate eyes looking you up and down, sends a shiver through your body. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin and Emily hasn't even touched you yet. Your eyes lock on Emily's cock as she approaches you, the rigid toy bouncing with each step. You can't help but giggle at the sight.

“What are you all giggly about?” Emily asks with a grin.

“This,” you say as you grab Emily’s cock in your hand and tug on it, pulling Emily in close.

You both chuckle before taking a moment of silence to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you, Em.”

“For what, y/n?”

“For this... and for the really good fucking I’m about to receive.”

Emily shakes her head, poking her tongue out to lick her lips, “Oh, don’t thank me now baby, I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, bouncing on your heels, “Mmm, we better get started then.”

You fall back onto the bed and Emily crawls on top of you, using her hands to spread your legs so she can rest between them.

“I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me, baby.” Emily purs in your ear before attacking your neck in sloppy open mouth kisses, niping your skin with every other kiss. Emily’s mouth makes its way down to your chest. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth and softly laps at it with her tongue before sucking on the hardened peak.

Your hands tangle in Emily’s hair, holding her head to your chest. “Harder,” you ask, and Emily obliges, taking your breast in her mouth and sucking harder than before. You throw your head back onto the pillow and groan as Emily continues to lick and suck on your chest, leaving small red hickies all over your chest and trailing down your stomach.

Emily’s head is now between your thighs, her back arched and her ass up in the air. She kisses the insides of your thighs before diving into your pussy, licking a long stripe up your folds before nuzzling her nose into your clit. Her tongue swipes across your clit soft and slow but quickly picks up speed, your hips start to squirm at the sensation.

Her hands press down on your hips, holding you in place. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, can you do that?” Emily commands, looking up at you.

At first you just nod, but Emily needs more than that.

“Use your words, y/n.”

You peer down your body to meet Emily’s gaze, “Yes ma’am.”

Emily nods, approving your response before once again connecting her mouth to your pussy. Her lips and tongue caress your clit and you try your absolute best to keep your hips from moving around too much, but with each flick and kiss you receive, the more pleasure you feel. Your moans grow louder and curse words and compliments are falling out of your mouth.

“Fuck yes baby, just like that. Just like that- ohhh god, please just-” you sharply inhale and squeal as Emily slides a finger into you.

“Play with your chest, I want to make you cum for me.”

You immediately place both hands on your breasts, pinching and twisting and pulling at your nipples, groping and scratching at your pillowy flesh.

Emily’s finger thrusts in and out of your pussy very easily since you’re so wet, and it doesn’t take her very long to add another.

“Oh fuck- Emily!” You gasp out as Emily starts twisting her fingers and hitting the spot deep inside you that makes your muscles begin to tighten up. You tear your hands away from your chest to clutch at the blankets, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm builds. You start to squirm again but Emily wraps her arm around your thigh and presses her forearm down across your hips, her mouth and tongue do not let up one bit.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum! Em, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Ohhh goooddd, Emilyyy!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body flushing with heat as you writhe on the mattress in ecstasy. Emily’s movements slow and eventually seize as you twitch from aftershocks.

Your hands reach for her face, “Kiss me, baby, kiss me,” you beg with a smile as your body begins to relax.

Emily gladly lets you pull her up to be at eye level with you, crashing her lips against yours. You eagerly open your mouth to allow her tongue to enter, moaning as you taste the sweet tang of your own cum.

“Mmmm, that was so good,” you mumble against Emily’s lips. She pulls away to look you in the eyes, admiring your blissed out expression.

“Aww, my sweet girl... let me know when you’re ready for more, because...” Emily begins peppering butterfly kisses to your cheek and around your ear while whispering, “I’m gonna make you feel so good with my cock... you’re gonna love it baby... you deserve all of my devotion tonight... I wanna give you all of me... I want you to feel all of me.”

Emily has such a romantic yet filthy way with words, and her soothing sultry voice just increases the effectiveness of her dirty talk. Despite just having a really good orgasm, your excitement makes the adrenaline pump through your veins, giving your body enough energy to prepare for what’s coming next.

“I’m always ready for you, Em. I’m always ready for more.”

“Awww, good girl. We’re gonna have so much fun, but if you need me to stop just let me know, okay? You gotta use your words.”

“I will, I promise.”

Emily shifts to sit between your legs. She reaches over to grab a small bottle of lube and squeezes a couple drops onto the toy that’s still attached to her groin. Her hand wraps around the shaft of the cock and begins rubbing and coating the toy with the water based liquid. You watch in awe, the motion of Emily’s hand stroking up and down slowly makes your mouth water. Emily realizes how mesmerized you are by her actions and begins to moan, acting as though she’s actually touching herself.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she gazes down at you.

You nod, “Yes. It’s so hot watching you play with yourself like that.”

“Is there anything else you want me to do? Anything you want to see?”

You take a moment to ponder what to say, wanting your words to elicit a reaction from Emily that will help turn her on even more than she already is. She loved it when you talked dirty with her, and you wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted.

“I want you to keep rubbing your cock and tell me how badly you wanna fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don’t you pretty girl?”

Emily moans, a small whimper escapes past her lips. “Yes, yes I want to give you what you want.”

“Aww, how cute. After three days of not being able to touch me, I bet you’re aching for me, just like I’ve been aching for you. I’ve been craving you... I’ve been craving your cock. I want you to slip it inside me and make me whine and beg for you. Do you want that baby? To see me writhing under you as you pump in and out of me?”

You smirk as Emily groans, your words causing her hips to buck up into her hand. She’s biting and tugging on her bottom lip, whimpering and panting as she continues to rub her cock. You decide to take it a step further and start rubbing your clit in soft slow circles, making her watch as you touched yourself. You keep your eyes locked on Emily, who is distracted by your actions. “Talk to me, Emily. Tell me what you want.”

Your girlfriend puffs out a breath of air, her free hand coming up to knead at her breast and tweak her nipple.

“I... fuck- I want to put my cock inside you so bad. You look so pretty with your legs spread and your pussy glistening. I just- god, I want to make you feel good y/n, and I know I can if you let me slide myself inside you. Please, baby. Please let me bury myself inside you. I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Emily’s words echo in your brain as you lick your lips. You continue to drink in the sight of your girlfriend sitting between your legs with her mouth parted, a slight blush across her cheeks, and her hand still rubbing her cock.

You stop touching yourself and start groping your chest, “Then come here baby, I’m all yours.”

Emily grins widely as she shifts to hover over you, lining her hips up with yours. She presses the head of her cock against you, gliding it up and down the length of your pussy.

“Mmm, that feels really good, but I really want you inside- ohhh fuck”

The tip of her cock pushes against your entrance and slips past your folds. Your hands fly up to cup the back of Emily’s neck, gathering a handful of her hair and gripping it at the roots. Emily groans before chuckling, “Sorry, I-uh, I got really excited. Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yes, more than okay. Keep going, please.”

Emily pushes her hips forward a little more, slowly. You lean up on your elbow to peer down between your bodies to watch the toy disappear inch by inch, occasionally backing out before moving deeper inside you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, collapsing back onto the mattress as Emily leans on her forearms and presses her body flush against yours. Your hands cup her face to bring her into a passionate kiss as she moves her hips, gently thrusting her cock in and out and building a slow steady rhythm. You can feel the toy sliding against your walls, the veiny texture causing fantastic friction.

“You’re such a good girl for taking my cock, do you like the way it feels?” Emily murmurs against your lips.

“Yes.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Soft? Fast? Deep?” Emily coos in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

“Faster, please.”

“Mmm, good girl for saying please.” Emily shifts and grabs your leg by the back of your knee, hiking it up to wrap around her hip. Her thrusts grow quicker, each push and pull sending shocks through your body. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan loudly. Emily’s fingertips dig into your thigh as she holds you in place, grunting with every fast deep movement of her hips. The sound of your wet pussy taking Emily’s cock is like music to your ears, you’re so wet for her it’s almost embarrassing.

“Oh you feel so good baby, you’re fucking me so well! Oh god, this feels amazing!” You exclaim. Emily licks a long strip up your neck and sucks on your pulse point.

She pants against your skin, “Come on sweetheart, I wanna make you cum. I wanna feel your walls tighten around my cock and hear you chant my name as I fuck you silly. Come on baby, cum for me.”

Emily picks up the pace and more moans and whimpers escape past your lips. You dig your nails into Emily’s back and she hisses at the pain but doesn’t lose her rhythm. You feel yourself getting closer and in a matter of minutes you’re being thrown over the edge, clutching onto Emily as she presses her cock deeply into you, holding you close as you convulse beneath her. You make sure to keep your eyes focused on Emily, knowing she loves to watch you come undone, her pupils are blown out and her hair is sticking to her forehead, her face donning a huge smile as she pants.

Emily carefully places your leg back down onto the bed and slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy. You wince at the uncomfortable feeling and your expression catches Emily’s attention. “Sorry, my love, did I hurt you?” she asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” you say with a smile as you push Emily to lay on her back beside you. You laugh, ‘I’m not gonna lie, that was absolutely mind blowing.”

Emily hums, reaching for your hand and holding it. “Glad you liked it.”

“But did you? Like it?”

Your girlfriend laughs, nodding, “Yes, very much. You looked like you had a really good time, I’m kinda jealous.”

“Aww, well don’t worry Em. You’ll have your turn. Probably not tonight though, I don’t think I have the energy.” You say as you roll over to lay on top of Emily, laying your head on her chest.

“Don’t worry my love, all I care about right now is holding you. I love you,” Emily whispers.

You smile, listen to Emily’s heartbeat as she runs her hand up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. You're so glad your girlfriend is home, and even more glad that she decided to surprise you.

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Pirates and Princesses (8/8)

(gif: @beccs) (PART SEVEN) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: JJ must confront his childhood trauma when returning home for the first time since his dad went to jail and prevent it from sabotaging his new relationship. Meanwhile, something sinister happens at the Chateau that brings Y/N face to face with her grief over John B’s death.

Word Count: 13.4k

Warnings: Angst, implied sexual content, strong language, parent/child abuse, mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, grief, and fluff.

A/N: Welcome to the final chapter of Tokens! This one has a little bit of everything in it, but it also has detailed scenes about JJ and his dad, so proceed with caution if you’re easily triggered by that topic. The love you guys show this fic warms my heart so much, so thanks to anyone who stuck with this story until this chapter. Hope you enjoy it!

Now that she has been sentenced to both punishments, one as a consequence of the fight with Kacey and the other as a consequence of the stunt she pulled with JJ to break out of ISS, Y/N can confidently say that out of school suspension is superior to in-school suspension by a long shot. Instead of sitting in a humid room with Alec for the duration of multiple school days, she's allowed to stay home, go out surfing, and do whatever she wants in lieu of doing classwork.

She promised herself not to make it a habit, promising the invisible presence of John B that she likes to pretend follows her around that she will never get herself into trouble again, but she sees no problem in enjoying her suspension while it lasts.

For the first few days of her suspension, JJ skipped school to spend it with her. Their memories of the conversation they had at three in the morning on Sunday were fuzzy, but not missing entirely. She noticed a difference in his behavior for the first few hours after they woke up under the tree together for the second time in one week. It wasn't a difference in their relationship or how he treated her, it was a difference in him.

He was quieter than usual as they cleaned up cans of beer and tossed them into the recycling, sending pictures to Kie while she was in class after she made them promise not to throw them in the trash. Rather than cracking jokes or making casual conversation with her, JJ made his way around the yard with the recycling bin in his hands and his head in the clouds. It disappeared as the day progressed, but for a little while, he wasn't completely there.

Today, he went into school instead of ditching to spend extra time with her in between shifts at work and time spent with their friends. Since they can't exceed three consecutive absences without a doctor’s note and he doesn't own a printer or laptop to forage the header from a doctor's office, he had no choice but to part from her this morning.

He bites his lip to contain his smug facial expression at the recollection of her wake up call for him. The hand holding his locker door open for him to lean on in the midst of his not-so-wholesome thoughts of her squeezes the metal hard enough to turn his knuckles white.

The curtains weren't shut all the way when they fell asleep before midnight last night, allowing a shaft of sunlight to shine in and land on his face. But that wasn't what woke him up from the dream he was having. In fact, the reality he opened his eyes to was a hell of a lot better than any dream he remembered.

Most of his memory of those moments spent suspended between consciousness and unconsciousness consisted of feeling her pressing a kiss to his shoulder, then her hands rubbing up and down his waist to slip lower and lower until they settled on the waistband of his underwear. It was then that he woke to find her looking up at him for permission from where she peppered kisses along his chest.

Their eyes met right as she kissed the edge of his nipple with this pleading, needy look that he took pride in causing without actively attempting to. She woke up on the brink of coming undone from a pleasant—to put it tamely—dream about him. With a glimpse at the time displayed on the alarm clock, it didn't take much for her to roll over to wake him up.

It ended with her beneath the sheet, finishing what she started Friday afternoon until he was clutching the pillow beneath his head in the midst of his orgasm. It happened so fast, a fault of how hot he found it to wake up to her wanting him so badly, but it felt slower than it truly was in the early morning haze of exhaustion they felt.

The memory as he relives it is as heady as it felt the first time around. He sees it in fractions; her eyes looking up at his, warm palms finding the familiar planes of his muscular body with the exploratory touch of someone who's never traveled it before, and the intense sensations he felt at the end...It's easy for him to stand here and lose himself in it. Despite the class he has to go to, he bargains with himself for one more second spent in the paradise of his memories before he has to come back to reality.

Reality, as his shitty luck would have it, comes in the form of a familiar feminine voice chirping from behind his back as he replays his morning bliss.

"It's good to see you're alive and well, Maybank."

He decides, based on who he knows he'll see when he turns around, that he might invest in a sharpie to write "Bang head here" on the inside of his locker door for instances like these where he'd rather suffer brain damage than speak to someone he can't stomach the presence of.

When he turns to see Kacey with one arm still stretched to hold his locker open, he doesn't bother concealing the genuine reaction from his face for the sake of her feelings. Any care he had for her and her feelings was thrown to the wind as soon as she decided she could steal from and put her hands on his girl last week. However, after a second of thought, a condescending smirk finds its way to his face.

He says, jerking his chin to vaguely gesture at her bruised up face, "Purple really suits your complexion. It makes your eyes pop, don't you think?"

Though the swelling of her black eye has deflated in the days since the fight that’ll soon tally up to a week, the verbal jab hits right where it intended to if the light leaving her eyes tells him anything. She bounces back after a second, though, ever the relentless pest they've come to see her as.

She offers a sickeningly sweet, yet fake smile to mirror the one gracing his striking features and spins so her back meets the locker beside his, allowing herself to invade his space further.

A collection of Y/N's stickers decorates the inside of his locker door that he briefly entertained the idea of designating as a place to bang his head against. They range from girly, glittery ones to those he willingly picked when she gave him the choice. Whenever they're at his locker together, she sticks one on the inside, and the evidence of the habit catches Kacey's wandering eyes.

Her fingertips brush against the surface of the sticker-covered metal while she ignores his protest of, "Can you not touch my stuff?" to inspect them. Since one of the Pogues in particular is famous for her endless supply of stickers, her expression sours at the thought of the girl responsible for them.

She spares him a quick glance out of the corner of her eye as she continues to analyze the sticker collection against his instructions not to, asking, "Why weren't you at the bonfire?" A failed attempt at a seductive look in his direction makes him fight not to roll his eyes. "After how last year's ended, I thought you wouldn't miss it for the world."

JJ doesn't bother to take a second to think things through before he reaches to slam the door closed with her hand still outstretched inside of it. Watching her pull it away just in time to avoid jamming it in the locker probably pleases him more than it should, but he can't help it. His hand catches on the edge of the door, halting it in place right before it closes where her hand previously rested.

She doesn't look too happy with him when he opens the door with no harm done except for the drop of her stomach when he initially pretended to swing it shut on her bruised knuckles. She didn't get many shots in on Y/N when they fought, but apparently it was enough.

He doesn't bother with the fake niceties she's giving him after the disrespect she showed him, his friends, and, most importantly, his girlfriend. The fact that she thinks she has any right to breathe in his direction, let alone flirt with him, after she stole JB's bandana is criminal. 'Cause not only did she mess with Y/N, she messed with John B on multiple levels, and his loyalty to his best friend hasn't disappeared with death. Kie and Y/N told him everything she said about their departed friend in the locker room last Thursday.

But he's smart enough to know what'll hurt her more, so he doesn't go for the general scolding he imagined giving her in his head. Since he was told everything about the encounter in the locker room, he knows she's still holding their history together near and dear to her heart.

"We stayed home," he says, casual and cool as always, with added emphasis on the first word, "You know how it is, my girl doesn't like parties. Especially not ones with kooks."

Hook, line, and sinker.

She scoffs, "Your girl?"

Looking at her now, he wonders if she was always this stupid, or if this is a new development she's had in the year since he last spent more than a minute or two at a time with her. It’s easier to trick her than it was with Kie and Y/N a few days ago, and those poor girls flew into that trap like moths to a flame.

"That's what I said, isn't it?"

The ire is visible in the way her face tenses up in places, her lips pressing together a little more firmly and her forehead creasing between the brows.

"Doesn't your, um, history bother her?" she asks, and he's gotta give her credit for being a sneaky little shit when given the chance. The girl takes every possible opening she can to strike for a potential weakness. "No offense, but you kinda get around."

He shrugs this time, deciding to drop his casual act and aim straight for the jugular.

"She likes having someone who knows how to fuck her right, actually, but I really appreciate the concern."

Much like Kie's reaction to their matching tattoos in the hot tub the other night, her jaw is unhinged to meet the unswept hallway floor they stand on. It makes him wish Y/N weren't suspended in order for her to see the gobsmacked reaction Kacey has to the harsh dismissal. Though he wouldn't want to incite an extra round of the Kacey vs Y/N WWE showdown by having her watch another girl flirt with him and essentially call him a slut upon rejection, he knows she'd get a kick out of it.

This one's for you, baby, he thinks with a quiet laugh to himself and turns his focus to the sticker collection she so lovingly crafted.

There are plenty of summer themed ones left over from the same pack he gifted her for her birthday with the surfboard sticker she used to tease him, as well as a newer genre of Valentine's Day stickers she started using the closer they grew since first getting together. They're mostly different colored candy hearts with corny phrases ranging from "U SXY THING" to the classic "BE MINE" and one printed with "ANGEL" on it—his favorite by far.

However, others are random ones from her endless stash built up over the years from birthdays and holidays deemed worthy enough by her dad to stop by Dollar Tree for a new pack, so the one he sets his attention on is likely meant for teachers or coaches to give to their students. The opportunity appears too good to be true to him when it clicks, but it isn't.

He peels the sticker off of the locker door, careful not to disturb the ones around it, and leans in closer to her to place it on the front of her tank top.

"Leave us alone or I won't stop her next time," JJ says lowly, past the point of civility, then backs away to slam his locker shut for real this time as his voice raises back to a normal volume, "And keep John B's name out of your mouth, got it?"

All she can do is look down at the sticker placed on her shirt with squinted eyes to try and read it while he walks off in the direction of his next class. It tears away from the fabric with a soft noise, and when she finally reads it, she rolls her eyes.

“Good Try!”

Walking out of school to see the Twinkie parked in the usual spot Y/N takes when she isn't suspended is a delightful treat he didn't know to expect after a rough day in class and his run in with Kacey. His head was hung low on his way to Kie's car to hitch a ride to his house before going home to the Chateau, since he had some things to pick up with his dad out of the picture for the near future, but then he heard her greet them.

JJ's body melts into hers upon contact, and he nearly pushes her up against the closed passenger side door of the van with how hard he hugs her. Though he doesn't want to acknowledge it, his dad has been living in his thoughts more than usual today. Ever since he texted him goodbye, he's been withdrawn inside of his head more and more, and after today's inconveniences, the rising anxiety of his plan to visit home has him two seconds from losing his mind.

Her eyes widen at his zeal, meeting Kie's concerned gaze from over the shoulder she rests her chin on. She stands with her keys swinging around her finger as she watches the couple embrace one another. In an answer to the silent question Y/N asks her in their stare, her lips mouth the words, "His dad," to her.

Deep down, Y/N had a feeling.

It began with his impromptu request to run away with her a few days ago and extended into his uncharacteristically reserved attitude the next morning that receded somewhat, but has yet to fully disappear. There is a part of her that's upset that he hasn't come to her to talk about it, to communicate the way they swore they would, yet she also knows it isn't that simple.

She has to remind herself that she knew what she was getting herself into with him. That's not to say that dating her must be a walk in the park for him, it isn't.

She knows based on the amount of times he had to hold her as she cried, or the time he curtailed her panic attack in this very parking lot, that she hasn't made it easy for him in the aftermath of John B's death. But it's because she knows how it feels that she has such patience with his communication issues.

It's not a conscious choice most times, it's an involuntary blockage preventing the words from being spoken no matter how desperately they long to be. They may have made a promise, but she won't chastise him for succumbing to the same pitfalls as her. It’d be hypocritical.

"Bad day?" she asks.

Her voice is tender with him, prodding gently for a clue as to why he pounced on her on sight. He sinks further into her arms at the sound and lets the sanctity of her touch sway him into submission. Everything about her sets him at ease, if only for a second. Her hand lifts the beat-up red hat from his head to allow the other to brush through his hair.

There's a hum of agreement that she feels vibrating through the center of his chest into hers, and her arms pull tighter around his shoulders in response. This time, when she looks up to see Kie there, she's waving a quick goodbye and setting off toward her car, clearly giving JJ the space he needs.

"We can go to the beach," she says softly, "I have a towel in the back of the van, we can just lay there and talk about it if you want."

The idea of her kind offer to him should add to the comfort he finds in her embrace. It should make him nod and whisper his gratitude to her for being the one person that knows him better than anyone, but it brings him back to the gloomy headspace he was in before seeing her.

It started as a minor distraction when he first arrived at school after carpooling with Kie. It followed him in the quieter moments, only making appearances when he wasn't distracted with more pressing matters. It began as that and built the closer the day came to ending. The sooner his inevitable visit back to his childhood home came, the more he lost himself in his fear, reverting back to a state of helplessness he now occupies with no small amount of shame.

His bottom lip trembles with the urge to cry.

"Can we stop somewhere on the way home first?"

The last place she expected him to drive the Twinkie is here.

As they made their way down each street, taking each turn necessary to bring them closer to the house he seldom let her go to over the course of their lifelong friendship, she felt her heart begin to race. And now, as the van rolls to a stop in the yard in front of his house, she has swallow back the lump in her throat at the sight of it.

She has only been here a few times.

The first time, she was seven years old.

It was a sweltering summer morning in the Outer Banks for her and John B as they set off to retrieve their friend after he missed their plans to meet up at the Chateau for a day of having fun, riding bikes, and playing on the boat. Pirates and Princesses was her favorite game to play with them because JJ would switch roles with her halfway through when she grew tired of being the damsel John B had to rescue from the most cruel and vicious Captain Jesse James Maybank.

The HMS Pogue would rock beneath his feet as he marched across the deck of the boat and took her place as the kidnapped Princess Routledge. He handed off his "sword" to her, a stick he found in the yard, and stood at the edge of the boat with his hands behind his back as though he were a tied up damsel in distress for her to hold captive. The sun setting behind them laid a picturesque backdrop that made the scene all the more vivid to their imaginative young minds.

The boat floated in the afternoon current as John B approached the pair with his best pretend face of worry for the fair Princess Maybank, who had the sharp sword of the pirate queen pressing into his throat with the threat of death should he have tried to escape.

Sometimes, she'd let John B advance on them and tie make believe rope around her wrists and ankles while he and Princess Maybank claimed their victory. Other times, they'd get backed up until the heels of her sneakers hung off the edge of the slippery deck. One move from her brother would have her yell something along the lines of not taking either of them alive, then she'd let her and JJ fall back into the marsh together with gleeful laughs infiltrating the humid air upon their return to the surface.

On the day he didn't show up, none of that happened. She and John B rode their bikes together along sidewalks until they pulled into a driveway marked with the address number he remembered from the other time he sought him out to play before.

Y/N didn't understand what they were hearing when they pushed their kickstands down and called out for their friend, but John B's little face blanched at the sound flooding out of the opened windows of the dilapidated yellow house. It was a combination of banging against the walls, glass shattering, and childlike shouts of frustration and pain. Her big brother placed himself in front of her protectively when the front door opened and smacked against the side of the house, but it wasn't his dad storming out of the house, it was JJ.

His eyes widened at the sight of the siblings standing there, and his heart dropped to his stomach at the realization that they heard it. Maybe not all of it, but based on how the girl peeking out around John B's shoulder looked at him, they heard some.

The van is parked in the exact same place their bikes once were, the exact place she and John B stood years ago when they were first confronted with the harsh reality about their best friend's home life, and he looks like he has fully backpedaled into the state of mind his childhood self inhabited. Even when he turns the key in the ignition and lets the rumbling engine sputter down in silence, he sits in the driver's seat with his lip drawn between his teeth in thought.

Yet as soon as she summons the courage to say something, he takes a deep breath and opens the door without a warning or the typical instruction for her to stay in the car. He doesn't tell her to follow him in, nor does he order her to stay out as he used to when his dad still lived inside. He gives her the choice to make on her own, and, when faced with the opportunity to support him or stay outside like the confused little girl she once was, she chooses the first option.

Her swift steps kick dirt up from the earth onto her ankles as she follows him out of the van to the front steps of the house. She tries not to make her concern for him as evident as it'd be without her intervention on her way up the porch, but it's impossible to erase every sign of it from her face.

It isn't a particularly special or scary house. It's a normal home that'd likely look more inviting if JJ were still living here to mow the lawn and tend to the household upkeep his father saddled him with since he was old enough to be put to work. But she knows better than to trust the street appeal. As he takes her hand to lead them through the threshold of the haunted structure, she is overcome with a sense of creeping trepidation that she can't shake.

"You're sure he isn't here?" she asks.

The entryway is crowded with stacks of mail his father wasn’t bothered to open, as well as empty cardboard boxes that once held cans of beer that are scattered, empty, in various places around the house. Her question is answered by the state of the rooms they breeze past in the direction of his bedroom, but she needed something to say to fill the silence. With them, they usually don’t feel uncomfortable not speaking to each other, but this feels different.

The way he stares out in front of him with his hand squeezing hers hard enough to cut off circulation unnerves her more than the tainted energy of the house itself. He isn't himself. He's a shell of the JJ they know and love, the JJ who is most comfortable tucked away in the safe walls of the Chateau with their friends, not here. If anything, how he is while he's here is the antithesis of his behavior while living with her.

Ever since John B died, he's practically moved in with her. When they're hidden away in her house without the reminders of his home life in sight, he's usually the caretaker of the relationship. It comes naturally to their dynamic, both with him being slightly older and his promise to take care of her, but everything is flipped here. It's an alternate reality for him, or, perhaps, actual reality smacking him in the face after a carefully constructed two months in utopia with her.

They come to a stop in front of his closed bedroom door.

"He's gone," he says, not even sparing a glance at her for reasons she can't decipher, "He texted me a few days ago to say goodbye."

With that, he turns the doorknob and lets the door swing open to reveal the bedroom she only saw one other time.

The second time, she was thirteen years old.

It was a Friday.

Since his dad was supposed to be at work, they stopped at his house on their way home from school exactly like they did today so he could share with their friends what he got from his cousin the night before. Being the good girl she was, she didn't even know what he was showing her when he dug it out of the backpack in the bottom of his closet.

Her brows furrowed at the ziploc bag, more specifically the contents inside of it. She was knelt down on the floor in front of the opened closet door with her shoulder pressed up against his to inspect it. The dried green cluster of a plant didn't look like anything she'd seen before, and she couldn't help but ask him what the hell it was rather than react the way he knew the others would.

"What is it? It looks like dried up moss."

JJ laughed and pulled another bag with rolling papers and a grinder stowed inside.

"It's weed. My cousin Ricky gave me a discount since—"

He halted mid-sentence abruptly enough to startle her, his head turning in the direction of where he heard a trunk pulling up to the front of the house. Her stare was still set on where he was holding the plastic bags in his hands, and she noticed, after he stopped speaking in reaction to his dad coming home, that his hands began trembling. It was so minimal, she almost didn't catch it until she saw the bag wavering under the light coming in from his window.

Before she could open her mouth to say anything more, she felt his hands on her shoulders shoving her into the closet. He followed in closely behind her and crawled in until they were both crammed into the confined space together. With the closet doors shut in front of them, he clamped a hand over her mouth, whispering in her ear for her to be quiet.

She stands with her arms crossed over herself in the center of his room, and though nothing has yet to be said or done to convince her anything is wrong, that's the exact reason why she feels so unnerved by the entire experience of coming here.

He's silent.

The closet doors are wide open as he stuffs the rest of the clothes he had yet to bring to the Chateau into the biggest bag he could find. He rips through his belongings in a fit of melancholy driven anger. His thoughts are swirling with similar memories to the ones she conjures from being here again, but his are tinged with a darkness hers don't have, even with hearing him crying in pain as a child and hiding in the closet with his hand smothering her mouth to evade his dad.

JJ visibly grimaces at the memories he's forced to relive in flashes with every glimpse he gets of the room he spent so much time hiding in. It used to be more tolerable to be here, or at least easier to suffer through. At least he was used to it before, but he got so accustomed to life somewhere else that the second he was confronted with coming back, he started to fall apart.

Whatever he can't live without, he finds space for it in the bag and prepares to leave the rest behind. But every object he touches and step he takes around the room brings him back to the person who he spent his adolescence simultaneously fleeing and wanting more from. More notably, it brings him back to the train of thought that has been nagging him ever since he texted him over the weekend.

The third and final time she came here was over the summer.

It happened right before Hurricane Agatha waged war on the island, when none of the Pogues heard from JJ for two days after he said he had to go home to help his dad with something. She didn't want to track him down to his house after they went over twenty-four hours without a single message. She didn't want to have to go back to the house that gave her chills to think about, let alone go to again after they hid in his closet when they were younger, but he gave her no other choice.

What was she supposed to do except go check on him where he last said he'd be? After all, if she lived in the hazardous environment he did, he'd do the exact same for her. If their friends were involved in her thoughts at the time, they would've gone out on a limb to say he would've gone beyond what she did to protect her if the situation were flipped. If he knew someone was hurting her, he would've come in swinging first and asked questions later, but, in her defense, he strictly told her to never come back to his house. By walking over in the first place, she was breaking one of the fundamental rules of their friendship.

Nevertheless, she found herself crouching around the side of his house to find his bedroom window and check if he was in there. Kie and Pope weren't aware of what was happening with his dad yet, but she and John B accidentally found out years ago, so she wasn't wondering why he wasn't answering them, she was wondering if he was alive.

Part of her truly thought underneath it all that Luke might've killed him. He might've been too drunk or high and went too far when beating him, too far to the point where he didn't want to risk going to jail to take him to the hospital for help. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't check, and if he got pissed at her for showing up against his wishes and didn't want to speak to her ever again, she could live with that.

She knocked on his window in a cadenced beat loud enough for it to heard through the room but not any further. After the first series of knocks, no one came to the window. It ripped her heart to pieces to wonder if she'd see him again as she continued to knock and allowed the sound to increase in volume in hopes that maybe he was asleep, but it didn't bring anyone to the window.

It wasn't until she turned back around to go to the front of the house again that she bumped right into the solid wall of his chest and was pushed back up against the house. The question of what she was doing there was on the tip of his tongue, but she said something that stopped him from asking it.

Her arms were thrown around his shoulders in a desperate bear hug.

"Oh God, JJ, you scared me half to death!" she cried into the front of his shirt, "I thought he killed you!"

He can't help but think of it as he packs his belongings away for a final time to bid his hellish childhood home goodbye: What kind of life are they going to have together if they can't get off this island? Running away may have been an idealistic drunken fantasy for him to entertain after his conversation with Pope got him to admit his true feelings for her, but they both know his consistency can't be trusted.

One moment, he's planning to tell her. The next, a day like today comes along, sweeps his legs out from beneath his body, and he's questioning whether it's worth it to force her to put up with his fickle commitment to her. It isn't fair to her, is it?

Right now is just about when he'd normally start to hyperventilate with an oncoming wave of panic, and he does, but he can't let it fully sweep into him with her here. He fights the urge to smack his head with the heel of his palm, as if that'd forcibly remove the poisonous thoughts infiltrating his mind and ruining the careful work they've done together to remedy their issues with communicating their feelings.

Just like you ruin everything, a thought whispers in the corner of his mind. What made you think this would be any different?

His actions around the room have turned somewhat aimless and distracted, which she notices as soon as he starts to disintegrate into a mess of heavy breaths and self-sabotaging thoughts. She picks up on the shift in his energy as soon as the anxiety starts to wash over him, and she'll be damned if she continues to stand here quietly to let it happen.

It's one thing if he's being silent because being here upsets him, or if he simply doesn't know what to say, but she refuses to let him tailspin into a mental breakdown without doing something to stop it. Whether he knows it or not, after what they went through with him trying to push her away last week, she knows what's occurring within his mind right now.

He flinches at the feeling of her hand grabbing his shoulder to turn him to face her at first, and when she reaches again with her other hand to try to hold his hand as he cries, he shrugs off her touch.

"JJ..." she lets the solemn sound of her own voice murmuring his name trail off, "it's just me."

His head shakes at her consoling words. Everything else inside of his mind is so earth-shatteringly loud, he can't drown it out with logic or reason to bring himself away from the memories of his dad. Those intrusive thoughts keep attacking him with doubled, then tripled force the harder he tries to resist them, and he's so exhausted from it. All of it—the memories, his dad going to jail, and his inability to accept her love to its fullest extent without convincing himself she'll abandon him—is exhausting.

This time, when she rests her hand on his shoulder, he swats it away as the frustration of today crushing him with the force of an avalanche. Not to hurt or scare her, but to get her hands off of him before he bursts out of his skin with the sickness it stirs in his stomach. So detached from himself, he anticipates pain from every touch she gives him, and he knows it hurts her.

JJ hardly recognizes his own voice as he backs away from her a step and says, "Don't."

He can tell it hurts her based on how she looks at him immediately after, but he can't handle being touched right now. How did this happen so quickly? It was overwhelming when they first parked outside, but as soon as he stepped foot inside, it was as if a switch was flipped inside of him and all of the buried feelings he kept hidden over the past two weeks exploded into this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"You need to leave. I just-I can't breathe and"—He still refuses to look up from the ground or see her face as he paces around the room with no real intent in mind—"You can't see me like this."

That is what breaks her out of her soft spoken, timid attitude to handle the situation the way it needs to be handled. Their natural dynamic worked best for him to take charge when she had her panic attack because JJ acts first and thinks later. He saw that she was in distress and jumped in to help her before things got worse rather than allowing her to keep him at an arms length where he couldn't do anything about it.

Taking a page from his rule book, she takes action.

The room surrounding them is in a state of disarray from him searching through it for the items of clothing and objects now stashed in his duffel bag. There are multiple obstacles in her way as she steps between them like navigating a minefield to reach him after he backed away in instinctual fear, but they don't stop her from reaching him. Nothing could.

Y/N walks right up to him and reaches to grasp his face between her hands, forcing him to stop pacing around and actually look at her for the first time since they arrived her so he hears what she says. To say the least, the way he looks right now is enough to make her cry. There are tears welled up to the brims of his blue eyes, his lips are downturned with his sobs, and he's staring at her like she's about to strike him.

She says it as slowly and clearly as she needs to get it through his head, "He's not here," and before he manages to squeeze out another word of doubt between his rapid inhalations, she cuts in, "Take deep breaths."

He isn't listening to her.

The movement of his chest that hits hers from how close they stand to each other has yet to settle into the familiar pace she remembers from nights of falling asleep with the rhythm of his breaths beneath her head.

Her eyes search his face frantically, from left to right and top to bottom, for any sign of the person she's known for years, but she doesn't see him. Instead, she sees the same panicked child her and John B saw the first time they visited this house. It's uncanny how similar the expression in his face is. It feels to her as if she's been hurled back in time to the moment itself, and when she tries to think about what would've worked with him back then, she doesn't know what else to do except help him escape.

So, with the helplessness of having to watch him turn into a sobbing, incoherent mess, she decides to step into the darkness with him and do what seven year old Y/N would've done. Just like their games of make believe, of pirates and princesses, she assumes the role John B would have and rescues him from what holds him captive. It’s his own mind in this case, but, in the physical sense, it's the house.

She drops her hands from his face and takes his hand in hers to drag him out of the room. The packed bag sits on the floor in their wake as she pulls him back through the bedroom door and into the living room, not caring about what they came here to do.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The various rooms of his dad's house pass by them in a blur as she leads him down the hallway to the front door with one sole objective in mind: get him out of here. If he wants his stuff to bring back to the Chateau, she'll go back inside and get whatever he needs her to, but she isn't letting him inside of this house again. Not under her watch.

Thankfully, since he is undeniably stronger than her and she wouldn't have stood a chance, he doesn't fight it. He stumbles after her guiding hand the same way he always has, just like how he followed her back to the Chateau after she and John B saw him that day when they were kids. She led the way as he sat on the handlebars of her brother's bike, and he watched her hair flutter in the wind with the momentum of their bicycle spokes until the tears dried up.

He watches her drag him out of the home until they've reached the safety of the yard at the bottom of the porch steps, and as soon as the soles of her shoes meet the dirt, she feels his hand slipping out of hers.

"JJ?"

She turns around to see him clutching his chest, rubbing his hand along the front of his shirt over his heart as though it'll loosen up the tightened muscles preventing him from catching his breath. His body weight is leaned onto the railing of the porch steps for support. He's partially slumped on it, looking at her desperately, like she somehow knows the answer to every question screamed inside of his head, and she has never felt as useless.

"You're gonna leave," JJ says through the gasps and cries that leave his cheeks stained with tears.

When she reaches out again to help him remain upright without leaning over the railing, he doesn't shove her hands away as he did inside of his bedroom. It's a small battle won, but she takes it as a win nonetheless.

"What are you saying? I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere—"

"You're gonna leave! Everybody does! My mom, John B, my dad, and you"—his head falls to look at the ground instead of her, and she watches him work through it in his head—"I mean, look at me. You don't want this."

"Don't tell me what I want," she says.

Her voice remains as steady and calm as she can force it to be amidst the turbulent situation, but the way he said it...It takes her right back to sitting in the back of the Twinkie with him at the Cherry Bowl, except it's ten times worse. That felt like a break up, but based on what he's saying, this is one. She hasn't prepared herself for the heartache she feels in response to it.

"You don't want me, you just think you do 'cause I was there after John B died, but you don't. You're gonna go off, find some perfect guy that isn't as fucked up as me, and have a great life somewhere else, but it ain't here," JJ says, his breathing evening out with the distraction of the argument to keep him tethered tor reality, "And it won't be with me."

He can see it every time he's looked at her and debated saying those three titular words that have been floating around in his head since he first met her.

How could she want someone who can't walk into his childhood bedroom without breaking down, or someone who still has years-old scars from cigarette burns on his skin when she touches him? Her bright future contrasted with his pre-designated fate on the Cut, her personality better matched with someone more similar to her, her life continuing on whether he's there or not—it's his worst nightmare, but he's prepared to see it through.

What he doesn't expect is for her to hold her ground.

"You honestly think I'm buying into that bullshit?" she asks.

"What?"

She doesn't put it softly, she states facts with as much harshness as his cruel fantasy had, "You're trying to push me away and I won't let you."

Her typically sweet, soft features have hardened into a bitter expression he's sure he mirrors. The arms holding his waist to keep him upright move to climb up his chest and cup his face between her hands with all of the gentleness her face and voice don't have right now.

She sees right through him.

When he tries to look away again, to avert his eyes to make what he's trying to do easier on himself by not having to look at her when he does it, her grasp on his face holds firm. Her hands guide his chin back up so they're face to face, and he realizes what a mistake everyone makes in assuming her this dainty, broken girl whose only source of strength came from the brother she lost. She's a forest fire.

"You're not hearing what I'm saying—"

Y/N interjects, "I am hearing what you're saying, I'm just saying it's bullshit."

She refuses to let him off the hook, and though it frustrates him on the surface, deep down, it makes him fall in love with her all over again. Her insistence against his speech about her leaving him proves him wrong more than anything else could, 'cause he gave her the perfect chance to dip and she shot it down instantly.

The house looms behind them as a menacing presence that threatens to take control of him again, but she doesn't let it. She keeps his eyes on her no matter how many times he tries to look away and doesn't let anything get in the way of what she says next.

"You think that if you push me away and get me to leave you right now, it'll hurt less than it would if I did it later, and I don't accept that. I won't take the bait and let you torture yourself anymore, okay? I can't speak for anyone else, but I know I'll never leave you. Not willingly, anyway."

She looks into his eyes, and this time its softer, more loving, and he's never felt as understood as he does when she continues to speak.

"I'm in love with you. Whether it scares you or not, it's the truth, and I'll never stop saying it. If you think that your issues with your dad are gonna change that for me, you've officially lost your mind." Their noses brush as she leans in to ghost a kiss over his mouth and pulls away a second later to whisper, her forehead pressed to his, "I love you, JJ. Stop being so stubborn and just let me."

His next breath in trembles as he lets her words sink in, and he's stuck at a crossroads inside of himself without a clue of what to do.

The breeze blows her hair away from her face, the afternoon sunshine painting her golden, and when he sees her hair flutter in the air like it did so many years ago, he can't help but feel as calm as he did during their bike ride home. The further away he got from his dad and the house where it all happened, the calmer he grew, and it hits him at this moment that he's so taken aback by her confession to him, he forgot why he was so upset.

It's sobering. The intoxication of his panic hurtled him back in time to the frightened, childlike state of mind his dad's violent abuse often sent him to, but it was hearing her say those words he's feared for weeks that brought him back. Like the jolt of a defibrillator, he's roused back to life with more clarity than before.

She loves him, but, perhaps more importantly, she said she'd never leave him, and that is what he needed to hear more than anything. That is the statement worth more to him than the four letter word he has agonized over endlessly. No one else every attached the promise of "I love you" with the stipulation of it lasting forever. They said the empty words and contradicted it with their actions, but she hasn't done that. Her actions spoke the words long before her mouth did.

He sighs.

It's a deep, yearning sigh that sends him melting into her with the acceptance of what he's denied for too long. He savors the hands cradling his head, as well as the body pressed up against his that he has memorized down to every beauty mark and imperfection, and makes the right choice.

It isn't like it was the night at the Cherry Bowl, or the night he spoke to Pope about it. It still takes more bravery than he possesses to form the words, but there isn't a physical incapability stopping him anymore. It's just him against the trauma beckoning him into its trap again, and he won't let it lure him back into that house.

"Alright," JJ says to her through a sniffle in acceptance to her command, as if he were agreeing on afternoon surfing plans rather than something as monumental as allowing someone to love him, then continues onto with a timid tone, "I love you too."

Before he can watch for her reaction, she's surging forward through the few inches of space left between them to connect their lips in a kiss.

It's vastly different to the kiss they shared in the hallway at school last Friday. In contrast to that one, the reigning emotion within him that drives the kiss after the hesitant beginning doesn't lead them into increased intensity, it gets gentler. It doesn't explode into chaos and passion, it's a tired kiss that he never wants to retreat from. It's the physical manifestation of his feelings for her underneath the guarded exterior he uses to protect himself: gentle and yielding, yet undeniably powerful.

He feels her smiling through her tears against his mouth. In the face of everything that happened this afternoon, he doesn't feel like he should be smiling back at her, but he does. He smiles while kissing her with tears streaming down his face, still reeling from his traumatic response to coming home for the final time, and wonders how a person can feel such contradicting emotions all at once.

Y/N is the one who starts to pull away first, though it's only to check in on him. If she had it her way, she could stay here with him until the sun sets, but he did just come back from the brink of a full-blown panic attack, so she can't in good conscience ignore his well-being for the momentary bliss of their love confessions.

Her thumb brushes over his bottom lip, her smile drooping with worry as she asks, "Wanna spend the rest of the day on the boat? You always say being on the water makes you feel better. Maybe it'll make it easier to talk about it."

His Adam's apple bobs with how he swallows the lump in his throat.

"Can we maybe take baby steps for now? I don't think I can handle telling you all that shit yet."

It was already enough to allow her to follow him into the house, watch him break down into a fit of panic no one else has seen him in, and tell her he loved her, but it'd cross the line into uncharted territory to talk about everything between him and his dad so openly. Between the minor annoyance of dealing with Kacey to this hellish visit home, he thinks he's reached his quota on feeling uncomfortable today.

She nods in agreement.

"Baby steps."

Drawn back to each other by a force stronger than gravity, they collide again, but it isn't a kiss this time. It's a hug charged with all of the previously unspoken emotions they've buried inside of themselves for years, the same hug she gave him the last time she came to this house with the fear of his potential death lingering in her thoughts.

She throws herself at him with the same desperation she did that day and relishes the feeling of his muscular arms returning the embrace until their bodies are tangled together. She'd usually never refer to something as inherently affectionate as an embrace as violent, but it's the closest she can come to capturing how it feels as their bodies meet. It makes her lose her footing on the bottom step they stand on together, teetering on the edge she'd surely slip off of with the force if not for him keeping her steady.

He's about to say something, a thank you to her for calling him out on his bullshit and not letting him go that easily, when the grating sound of her ringtone blares from the back pocket of her denim shorts.

The contact popping up on the screen along with a series of frantic messages when she pulls away from him to answer shows Pope's name.

Pope You and JJ need to get back to the Chateau ASAP!!

The van doors slam shut behind Y/N and JJ as soon as it rolls to a stop in front of the Chateau.

Under the assumption that something dire happened, as in injury or death or catastrophic damage to the house itself, they bolted off of that porch faster than they knew they could move. She only turned back when she remembered the packed back of JJ's things they abandoned on his bedroom floor and, not wanting him to reenter the house, she brought it back to the Twinkie in record time.

They're preparing to trample up the porch into the house like a stampede of animals when they hear Kie calling them over to the backyard and change direction.

"No one's hurt!" she shouts, knowing that was likely where their minds went after everything they went through during the summer, "You have to see this though, I don't know who did it!"

Sticks and fallen leaves crunch beneath her feet on her way around the side of the house. Her mind races with the possibility of what could've happened that didn't hurt their friends but necessitated a series of texts and calls as frantic as the ones she received at JJ's house. She drove over here in defiance of the speed limit, something she rarely does, and prayed nothing terrible was happening.

It gave her flashbacks to when she found out John B and Sarah died in the storm. The pedal beneath her foot brought the van to an uncomfortably swift speed, then she remembered the sound of Shoupe's voice when he gave them the news. JJ warned her to slow down, then she remembered how it took multiple people to help her restrain him from attacking the new sheriff for letting his men drive their friends into their deaths.

At first, she doesn't realize what's wrong.

Kiara and Pope are standing and waiting for them across the grass near the large tree that sits as a centerpiece to their yard. Based on the body language screaming their frustration and the tears in their eyes, she can tell something bad did happen, but it's not clear what it is until she looks past them to the tree. More specifically, until she looks at what's on the tree.

"Oh my god," she whispers to herself.

Her hand is already up to cover her mouth and conceal the instantaneous frown besmirching her previously relaxed face. They both are stopped in their tracks halfway to where their friends are standing, and she can’t hear JJ's reaction over the rising volume of her hysterical thoughts.

Spray painted in red on top of their memorial for John B are the words "COP KILLER" in bold letters that conceal what they burned into the tree trunk for his gravestone. It sticks out from the beauty of the greens, browns, blues, and swathes of other earthy tones composing the scenery around the Chateau like a thorn amongst flowers, so much so that she wonders how she didn't instantly see it when they rounded the corner to come back here.

Yet that isn't the only thing amiss in the peaceful sanctuary they call home, there are random things strewn around the ground around the tree. An old t-shirt spray painted with the word "murderer" on the front, four ripped up envelopes, and a gorgeous mahogany jewelry box...broken on the grass.

The freshly turned dirt they had the contents of the box buried beneath is scattered around the trashed area as well. It clicks with her a few seconds late that whoever came here to do this must have seen the pinwheel she put in the ground to mark the "grave" and dug it up to add insult to injury.

She moves forward without consciously realizing it and stumbles until she reaches the first object of the debris field. Before this, she was doing a masterful job of holding in her cries, but as soon as she crouches down to pick up the pieces of the jewelry box, the lid snapped clean off the hinges to separate it from the bottom section, it comes rushing out of her against her will. The first unrestrained keen is the first thing to snap JJ out of his shell shocked trance.

He walks after her as fast as his legs will take him without breaking into a run, but she isn't letting him get close before she puts the box back down and shuffles forward to collect the torn letter remains. She doesn't want them to get blown away by the wind anymore than they already might have been, so she scrambles to gather the pieces until they're cupped in her hands to protect them.

"Why?" she asks and looks up at Kie and Pope with tears dripping down her face, "Why would anyone do this? Who would do this?"

Pope says, "My guess is as good as yours. We didn't see anyone leaving when we got here, so it must've happened before school ended. This is all we saw before we called you guys."

For a second or two, JJ is grasping at straws for why this happened and who did it like the rest of them are, but then something Pope said makes it click into place. It sets off a domino effect in his mind as he brings back the memory of a certain offspring of satan being absent from gym this afternoon despite being at school earlier, since his encounter with her before Physics made him, unfortunately, aware of her existence again.

His face is set in anger, jaw clenching with the tension of him grinding his teeth together, and he takes his hat off to fidget with it between his hands for a second. Their friends are too focused on her crying to see him contemplating it, but as soon as he speaks, they look up to see him setting his hat back onto his head in preparation to leave and track Kacey down.

Y/N's head snaps up from the torn letters in her hands to the sight of him storming off across the yard with his only goodbye being the words, "I'm gonna kill that bitch."

Her and Pope stare after him in shock, unable to put the pieces together about who that "bitch" is, but Kie doesn't miss a single beat. While Y/N is crumpled over on the ground in tears, she's rushing after JJ before he can approach the bike parked in front of the house. He doesn't even make it five steps before he feels her hands latching onto his wrist to stop him.

She asks, "Who the hell are you talking about? And why would they do this?"

His eyes narrow at her. His unreleased frustration for the situation in general and having to watch Y/N cry after an emotional afternoon together comes rushing out when he snaps at her.

"Kacey. She talked shit at school and I put her in her place. Now, if you don't mind, I'm gonna pay her a little visit."

He yanks his arm sharply towards himself to free it from her grip, but she's a step ahead of him. Quicker than he can think to stop her, Kie swipes the keys hanging out of his back pocket away and throws them to Pope, who, bless his heart, can't catch to save his life. The key ring jingles with its contact at the dead center of his chest, and she mouths an apology to him before turning back to face JJ.

"What the fuck, Kie?"

He makes to stomp past her and retrieve the keys from Pope only to be stopped by her hands reaching out to grab his shoulders.

"Listen to me, you can't go anywhere. Look at her," she whispers lowly enough to keep Y/N from hearing, pointing behind her to where she sits on the ground with Pope knelt beside her, "I wouldn't put it past Kacey to pull a stunt like this. I'm just as mad as you, but revenge can wait and you know it. She needs you."

The fury visible in his expression is subdued by looking past Kie's shoulder to see Y/N crying softly to Pope about the vandalized memorial.

The last time he saw her so distraught over something, it was the day they made the memorial and buried the box in the first place. She sits on her knees with her mom's broken jewelry box between them, shuddering with the sobs she has no control over, and pours the torn paper into the empty bottom half of the box. Exhausted to the core, she looks more like a sullen, kicked puppy than she does herself.

It makes his anger-fueled instincts that urge him to hunt Kacey down and do something, anything he can to make her feel the pain they do right now bubble down into sorrow. It's visible in his eyes when he looks at her.

Kie knows she's gotten under his skin when he sighs, sparing a parting glance to the bike in the driveway, and nods once at her before setting off back to where they're sitting in the grass.

Meanwhile, Y/N is stuck staring down at the disarray of her backyard with nothing but pain aching through her to the bone.

Her brother did wrong things sometimes as a consequence of being human, but never this, never something worthy of having his name dragged through the mud and being branded a murderer after his death. He stole scuba gear from Ward and broke dozens of laws in their hunt for the gold, but he never crossed that line into moral bankruptcy. Rafe did, and it kills JJ to see someone like Kacey do this to his best friend while hanging off of Rafe and his friends like a leech.

The fabric of his worn t-shirt is tarnished by the dried paint clinging to the front of it to the spell the lie written there, and her vision blurs with tears for what feels like the millionth time in the span of an hour. First, it was JJ. Now, it's John B, and she can't help but wonder if the heartache will ever end. It began to feel better over the course of the week, her grief for him slowly beginning to slip from her mind until now. Until the storm clouds converged again to batter her with another wave of it.

Through the deafening volume of her mind racing with thoughts and feelings to process what's happened, she hears Pope shuffling around to stand on his feet. Then, another person sits down in his place and scoots closer until their bodies are touching, and she knows it's him. She doesn't have to wait to hear his voice or look to see his face, she can tell based on the feeling of his touch and the smell of him she's so intimately familiar with, yet couldn't describe it aloud if she tried.

He doesn't smother her. He sits close enough to touch her and doesn't push it any further.

The background of the pale, cloudless sky frames him in the foreground like the subject of a painting—a living, breathing painting that she could study endlessly. The other trees planted in the yard's leaves flutter distantly behind him and try to draw her gaze away, but she keeps her eyes on him.

Maybe that's how it is, she thinks.

Maybe it'll get better and worse in a dance that'll only stop when they're no longer here to agonize over it. Maybe this is what moving on from John B will always be like. It'll feel like they've made strides in the right direction, then something will come along to shatter it to sharp pieces that'll reopen their stitched up wounds. If that's the case, at least the four of them have each other to lean on when it gets worse again.

JJ sits with her and lets her crawl onto his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, until the sun sinks below the horizon.

The gentle bobbing of the HMS Pogue at the surface of the water steadies her amidst her eddying thoughts. It keeps her present to the moment the way the ropes tying the boat to the dock keeps it from floating adrift into the marsh. It's a motion engrained in her from the start of her life until now from countless days spent on the water. Whether it be for fishing, swimming, or playing make believe with her boys all those years ago, it's as much a part of her as her personality or body itself.

JJ was right about one thing: being out on the water makes it easier to think.

He hasn't followed her out since she woke up before sunrise and snuck out of bed to come here. Despite her efforts not to wake him, he woke up when she disentangled her body from his, silently cursing the fact that they always cuddle so closely, and he tried to pull her back to him with a whine of displeasure in his groggy, half-asleep state. Sleep finally found them after hours of staying up together to talk about what Kacey did, unable to relax from the chaos of yesterday, so he wasn't prepared to wake up that soon.

"Go back to sleep, angel," she whispered as she hovered over him, brushing a chaste kiss to his lips that he was too tired to return.

That was the last time she saw him since this morning, and now that the sun has risen to its peak in the sky without her moving an inch from her perch atop the bow of the boat, she's begun to wonder if he's awake yet. It isn't uncommon for them to sleep in for half of the day when there isn't school or work, so it isn't surprising to her that he's just now waking up when she hears the back door to the Chateau opening and closing.

Unbeknownst to her, JJ has been awake the entire morning since she left bed.

They were so attached to each other yesterday night, he didn't have the time to put it together without her seeing and ruining the surprise, but once he heard the door to the porch close to signify her leaving, he kicked the blankets off of himself and got to work. He wasn't originally planning on starting so early, since they stayed up late into the night together, but once he woke up to the feeling of her sneaking out of his arms, he was too awake to fall back asleep.

The sound of his footsteps on the dock warns her of his approach, but she doesn't raise her head from where she rests it in her palms to stare out at the water.

"I was wondering when you'd finally wake up," she says.

There's another few steps, then the boat jostles with his weight stepping onto it.

He doesn't say anything to her in response. The only clue she gets as to what he's doing are the footsteps on the deck that lead closer to her until she feels him sitting down on the bow next to where she is. And she's about to open her mouth to ask if he's okay when he sets something down in front of her.

It's a shoe box.

Y/N turns to see him, eyes flickering over his tired face, and looks back at the box with furrowed brows.

"What is this?"

His hair is messy, exactly how it was when she left him in bed this morning, and if she weren't more focused on the mysterious box he plopped down in front of her, she'd be combing through it with her fingers. He's gotten used to those casual displays of affection from her; how she runs her hands through his hair on mornings before school when he forgets to brush it, or when she fixes a button on his flannel that he missed.

JJ's lips are tipped in a smile, and she can't help but blush with how he looks at her. She never used to see it, but he has always looked at her like this. Like he's hopelessly, utterly in love with her. Even before they lost John B, back when he'd expend all of his romantic and sexual attention on girls he hardly knew, he still looked at her this way.

He gestures at it and says, "Open it."

The lid of the box is coated in a freshly dried layer of blue paint to match the shade of the sky overhead. She knows instantly that he must have dug through the arts and crafts box she specifically labeled with a warning for him and John B to stay out. It's painted with aimlessly sloppy brushstrokes and stickers placed at every corner of the cardboard box, all of which she recognizes from the stash she kept under her bed alongside the India ink he borrowed last Friday.

As she gives him a skeptical look and reaches to lift the lid off of the shoe box, she makes a mental note to rewrite the label on the arts and crafts box without the warning for him to keep out. Since John B isn't here to steal anything from it and JJ never follows that rule anyway, it's redundant at this point.

Any skepticism is washed away from her face as soon as she flips the lid open to reveal what's inside. It leaves her speechless as she looks down at it all.

"JJ..." she murmurs in awe.

Sitting at the bottom of it is a folded up t-shirt she saw JJ wear multiple times, but never again since John B died. He refused to glance at the shirt his best friend gave him the year before they never saw him again, let alone dig it out of the corner of her closet where he keeps his things...until now.

But that's a scratch on the surface of all of the things about his gift that stuns her to silence. The next thing to catch her immediate attention is a picture she hasn't seen in years.

It's one that Big John took of the three of them together right where she and JJ are sitting. She was much younger in it, flashing a toothy grin with her arms thrown over both boys' shoulders. To her left, John B was leaning his head on her shoulder. To her right, JJ was wearing an eyepatch they crafted out of an old black shirt he stole from his dad. It was cut with the kitchen scissors and tied around the back of his head in a knot.

She brushes her thumb over John B's face, then sets the crinkled photograph back down atop the folded shirt and moves her attention to the last surprise.

Letters.

Torn up pieces of paper painstakingly taped back together sit one on top of the other, some missing pieces here or there, and it makes her mouth part in shock. Her hands shuffle the letters apart to see each one and recognize the handwriting: Kie's bubbly, swirling letters, Pope's neat cursive, hers, and JJ's chicken scratch writing that she's able to decipher from years of proofreading his essays.

She pictures him at her desk all morning while she was sitting out here, ripping tape off of the roll and arranging the puzzle pieces of the ripped letters until he was sure he got it right. It made him want to rip the hair from his scalp, but he sat there and pushed through the frustration to make it as perfect as he could for her. The missing pieces were primarily from Kie's letter, which fluttered away on a balmy breeze when Kacey tore it up and threw it to the ground, but the one he wanted her to have the most wasn't missing more than a single piece.

Y/N looks up from the letters held like a precious treasure in her hands to see him watching her with that same classic JJ smile on his face, but he doesn't let her get a word in yet.

"Go on," he says, leaning closer to pull his letter to John B out and place it on top of the pile for her to read, "I want you to read it."

"You didn't let me read it when I asked before though, are you sure you—"

He interrupts her before she can worry herself over it, "Dude, just read it. I promise I'm fine with it. I want you to."

The letters crinkle under her touch as she looks back down and smooths them out on the deck enough to read through the clear tape. With one last confirming glance to him for permission, she takes a deep breath and reads the first line.

Dear John B,

You really know how to keep a guy on his toes, don't you? You really outdid yourself on this one. I was so sure we were gonna make it, but I guess you had to go all Romeo and Juliet on us, huh? As long as you and Sarah are happy macking on each other in heaven, it's okay.

In all seriousness, I fucking miss you, bro. I miss you more than I realized a person could miss another person. Whenever I need to talk to you again, I don't know what to do. I guess that's why it's good that Y/N made me write this.

Also, I'm really sorry for—

"What does it say there? There's a whole chunk missing," she murmurs.

He scoots close enough to her that she can feel his body warmth radiating onto her through the shoulder of his flannel. Sunlight reflects on the silver rings decorating his fingers as he holds one side of the paper to tilt it enough for him to squint at.

"Macking, I think. It's supposed to say "I'm sorry for macking on your sister."

—macking on your sister. You can totally kick my ass for it, but before you come back from the grave to murder me, let me defend myself, okay? She isn't just another girl for me, John B.

I think you knew it before I did.

Last summer, you asked me straight up if we were hooking up behind your back after I kissed her in front of you on the porch. I laughed in your face, but you were right.

You saw everything before me, man. You knew I loved her since we were kids and waited for us to come to you about it, so that's gotta mean something, right? I hope it means you wouldn't be mad at me for this.

I swear I won't fuck it up with her, but you already know that. That's why you asked me to take care of her,. I didn't know why at the time but I do now. I won't let you down.

I'm keeping my promise.

- JJ

P.S. Don't miss me too much. We'll be shotgunning beers together up there before you know it.

There are tears blooming in her eyes when she lifts her gaze from the tattered paper to look at him again, but they aren't sad. For once, the tears slipping down her cheeks are happy tears, not born from grief, sadness, and pain, but bittersweet happiness.

They're caught staring at each other for a second before he asks her shyly, "It isn't too sappy or anything, is it? 'Cause I thought it—"

"C'mere," is the only thing she can get out before she's tugging him forward by the front of his shirt to kiss him.

JJ stumbles a little with the unexpected force of her pulling him to her, but he takes it in stride. He steadies himself and lets his hands shoot out to grapple for purchase on her waist, keeping her pressed up against him tightly as he kisses her back.

And it doesn't get much better than this, does it? This is it for him. He meant what he wrote to John B, he won't fuck it up with her, especially not because of his trauma with his dad getting inside his head and sabotaging his relationship with her. This is what makes everything worth it.

It brings happy tears to his eyes too.

She can taste the salt of them where their lips meet in the middle. It makes her smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and clenching the letters he mended for her in her fist to keep them from blowing away in the wind, and they both start to laugh into each other's mouths at the poignant feeling they both share but can't quite place.

They pull away from each other to catch their breath after another moment of it, and she can't help but stare. How could she not when she feels like this? It’s less like he’s her boyfriend and more like a piece of her soul has attached itself to his with no hope of letting go in the near future.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," she whispers to him.

Plain and simple. No room for disagreement or a bashful rejection of the compliment. She's pulled back from him enough to hold his gaze and make sure he sees her seriousness, and there isn't anything he can do to refute her statement.

He brushes his nose against hers affectionately, dipping down to kiss her again, but when he leans back to see her face, he can't help himself.

"Ditto."

The rest of the day after their moment on the boat, locked away in their own little world where none of the monsters chasing them could sneak through and ruin it, melts away peacefully. After another half hour spent looking through the box together, of her thanking him over and over again, he hops off of the HMS Pogue onto the dock and extends his hand to her in the most gentlemanly manner possible.

His lips are curved into a smirk as he kneels down on one knee as though she's a revered royal and bows his head in subservience, "Princess Routledge."

Her hand fits in his warm, calloused palm as a perfect match, and she steps off of the boat onto the dock beside him with an expression to match his.

"Captain Maybank," she says in her most regal royalty voice.

Her stellar performance breaks into a laugh they share as he stands and throws his arm around over her shoulder to walk back to the yard. The cardboard box is tucked beneath one of her arms while the other slips around his side to hold him back, and her heart feels full with both the presence of JJ and John B alongside her.

They bury it together.

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Also, now that it’s over, let me know what your favorite part was in the comments or tags if you’d like to :) I’m curious.

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #obx #fanfiction #i'm gonna miss these dorks #🥺#I love how he tries to break up with her and she’s like ‘no❤️’#also totally do not put on ‘seven’ by Taylor Swift during the childhood flashbacks unless u wanna cry #cause I did and my sensitive ass was crying #that song is about John B and JJ okay #it just is

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nanasparadise · 3 years ago

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mind doin NSFW dark yandere Josuke(18) x Female reader prompt

#30 "You Don't Know How Much I Love You"

if you could not have any derogatory words like slut

Hiya anon! I hope you like it, I’m sorry for taking so long.

“Fantasy” Yan! Josuke x female reader

30. You don't know how much I love you

Summary: You spend the afternoon in the library with Josuke, but the student doesn’t seem to concentrate much on his work.

TW: NSFW, pining, fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, implied stalking, yandere, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/ MINORS DNI

Josuke has been aged up, no minor content on my blog!

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Word count: 1140

Dreamily, Josuke stared at your form sitting on the chair next to him. Your nose was buried inside a book for your assignment, your concentration solely dedicated to your work. It was cute, how your brows furrowed together from focusing, the young man thought. Actually, he should be studying along with you in the university library.

Instead, his thoughts kept wandering to you. At first, they were innocent enough. Josuke imagined how you would look up to him from your text book, offering him your adorable smile. How you’d return his intense gaze and making him blush. Your lips would form the sweetest words, from praising him to declaring your deep love for him. It was a fantasy Josuke replayed countless times in his head.

So much, the student couldn’t shake it off. Of course, he’d love nothing more than to turn it into reality, but his timid nature towards you hindered him. Who would have thought that Morioh’s sweetheart would act so shy around you? But alas, he couldn’t approach you in a more direct way, leaving him no option as to remain your friend. Aside from the frequent walks he took with you, all without your knowledge. Josuke saw nothing sinister in his action, after all, he had to protect you! Who else would rescue you from evil Stand users if it wasn’t the literal saviour of the town himself? And you always gave him this sweet look on your face while you turned around in the dark streets, thinking someone might follow you.

In the end, Josuke needed to stick to his daydreams in order to be close to you. His reverie soon began to become depraved. His gaze, that had been fixated the whole time on your face, started wandering down your form, until it lingered on the hem of your rather short summer dress, offering the young man next to you sight to your bare legs. In Josuke’s mind, you hadn’t chosen this morning to wear this dress due to the heat. No, you wore it because you wanted to show your body to him. This thought sent a shiver down his spine, excitement rushing through his body like electricity. Then, Josuke imagined what would be under your cute clothing. Maybe some silky white undergarments? They’d surely make sense with the choice of your dress, being subtle and innocent. Or maybe, you’d be hiding something more enticing? The young man barely held back a moan at seeing you in revealing, dark and lacy underwear in front of his inner eye: the curve of your breasts accentuated perfectly by the tight bra and lace covering the flimsy string. Josuke already felt his cock stiffen, the fabric of his trousers uncomfortably restraining it. But the student didn’t stop there with his fantasy.

Instead, he now envisioned you beneath him in his bed, writhing and panting from his touch. You’d been long discarded from your undergarments, your naked body sprawled across the sheets like a work of art, that could be only admired by Josuke. His hands would massage the tender flesh of your breasts, toying and suckling occasionally on the erected nipples.

“Josuke,” you’d moan his name oh so sweetly, your breath heavy from the heat you’d experience, “Please, don’t tease me like that! I need more!”

A small smile would form on Josuke’s lips at your whiny words. “Oh my Y/N, you don’t know how much I love you, especially when you’re so needy for me. But if you want me to please you more,” a finger would wandered down from your chest over your stomach to your slick folds, circling teasingly your clit and making you squeal at the sudden stimulation, “you need to reciprocate my feelings. Tell me how much you love me.”

“I love you, Josuke!”, you’d scream out, wanting to feel some relieve after what seemed like hours of taunting your body. The young man’s finger would move faster, making your body temperature rise impossibly further and sending pleasurable jolts through your body. Josuke’s cock would harden at your words, precum already leaking out of its head and threatening to stain the bed sheets from arousal.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Josuke would replied, the grin on his face widening as his finger would leave your clit and instead moved along with another one to your puffy folds, spreading your lips and teasing your little hole, “but I need to hear some more. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours! I’ve ever only been yours! Please, let me feel you inside of me”, you’d whine, voice cracking slightly.

“Ah, how sweetly you sing for me Y/N, I think you deserve a reward.” With these words, Josuke would pushed a finger inside your entrance, embracing your warmth. You’d tense up a bit from the stretch, but then you’d immediately drown in the pleasure once Josuke would pump his digit in and out of you. At first, his rhythm would be slow, but he’d speed it up once he’d noticed the moans escaping your mouth. Gradually, his pace would become faster, the finger curling inside of you and reaching your sweet spot, hitting it purposefully every time he’d pushed the digit inside you again. You’d intensely grip the sheets as if your life depended on it when Josuke added a second and then a third finger, scissoring you open for his cock.

“I can’t hold back anymore, I’m gonna cum”, you’d shout, your hair clinging onto your neck from sweating. The young man would lower his face next to yours, peppering your jaw line with kisses until his lips would rest on your ear shell.

“Then cum for me,” he’d whisper teasingly, “make me hear you loud and clear.” With these final words, you’d clench around his digits, your back arching from the sheer intensity of your orgasm and eyes widening. You’d babble a stream of incomprehensible words, until you’d slowly get off your high. Josuke would take out his fingers, leaving you all empty and needy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up soon”, he’d coo at you while slightly biting your earlobe.

“Please Josuke, I need you, Josuke, Josuke,-“

“Josuke,” your voice interrupted him from his fantasy and brought him back to reality, “you’ve been staring at me for quite a while. Is something wrong? Do you need help with your work?” The young man’s previously glazed gaze turned focused as he perceived your face again.

“Yes, everything’s alright,” the student answered, “I guess I just spaced out for a moment.” He chuckled the last words to ease your worries and the throbbing pain in his trousers. “I’ll just go to the toilet, okay?”

Before waiting for your reply, Josuke jumped off the chair and rushed to the loo, eager to finish his fantasy and to solve the problem of his aroused cock.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyō na bōken #yandere jjba #yandere x reader #yandere josuke #yandere josuke x reader #yandere jojo #not sfw #tw: not sfw #tw: yandere #tw: stalking #minors dni

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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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sand and stone - g.w. - 1

summary: marine biologist y/n has made a major discovery - george, prince of the north reef and heir to the throne of oceanic royals. but when sinister forces threaten his very life - and the life of his family - will they be able to make it out of this alive?

pairing: merman!george weasley x marine biologist!reader

warnings: cussing, light angst (in this chapter!) possible sex in future chapters (if so: I’ll add nsfw warnings to each chapter when that occurs!), cruelty

a/n: it’s taken ages for me to update my series’ and for that i am so sorry :,) i just needed to bust out smaller projects like one shots to bring my head space back and i PROMISE i walk chapter 5 will be next as i’ve been actively tackling it for a HOT second now, it just has some intense content to write so it’s been hard for me to tackle yk?

Fred replayed the scene over and over, he knew there was nothing that could bring George back, nor heal his guilt in the process. Fred was older, he should’ve been wiser by default, he was always the protector and for the first time in his life he had chosen his own mischief over George.

“Fred!”

“George!”

And in his mind the outcome would always be the same:

George was gone.

And it was his fault.

Palace life was more stifling than it ever was, with Fred next in line as coronation as the next High Prince with a few more titles after his elder brother Percy, a marital match was next, and for some odd reason (Fred noted) that was taking a higher value than searching for his own brother.

And that didn’t really make sense to him.

Fred had asked every living merperson in the court if they had seen the ship, what it looked like, where it was going, anything to conclude that information was out there. But alas, none of them knew anything important.

King Arthur, on the other hand, didn’t seem to want to help at all.

So here was Fred, now pushing his way through the doors of the main throne room, watching with vile contempt as his father and his oldest brother Bill chatted about something making them laugh so hard they were wheezing.

“Son! How lovely a surprise,” Arthur had looked bemusedly at his fourth and bullheaded son.

“Don’t bore me with your bullshit, Father, I know nothing I have to say will probably mean anything to you anyways,” Fred snapped, prompting Bill to rise from his seat.

“Fred, what is going on with you as of late? What makes you think you can address our father, the King mind you, like this-“

“Because with all due respect, big brother” he shifted his eyes from Bill back to their father, who was looking coldly back at him with less than no remorse, “I’ve come to ask about the search party for George.”

“Then, ask, son, you know your brother and I can’t do your little tease all day,” Arthur coughed, waving his aide to bring him his handkerchief.

“How has the party been? Has anyone found anything new since the discovery that it was a boat that took him?” Fred was pacing, tapping his chin, a mannerism he always did when he was in thought.

Arthur sighed in frustration, “we would have told you if there was any other news, now get dressed for your courtship ball tonight-“

“No.” Fred said simply.

“N-no?”

“Yes, no, as in no, I will not be attending the courtship ball tonight.” He crossed his arms and looked from Bill back to his now flabbergasted father. “Is there a problem?”

It was now Bill who answered an exasperated, “yes, there’s a problem, all the eligible women for currents on end will be in attendance and you need a wife before the kelp harvest, you know this-“

“Ah, forgive me, because a wife and a mindless piece of grass is more important than my own goddamn brother,” Fred spat, “my mistake, your Majesty.”

Arthur rose from his seat and started in towards Fred. “Frederick, Prince of the North Reef, you’ve got a lot of nerve coming in here and-“

“Demanding justice for your own child?”

The room was silent for a moment, Fred looking mightily angry but also pleased in the fact that yes, he had gotten his father right where he wanted him.

“Son. I’ll strike you a deal,” he said quietly. Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes, heading towards the exit.

“Father, I know the extent of your deals and as such, I’m not going to participate in your little games,” he called from behind.

“You don’t want to find George yourself?”

Fred stopped dead in his tracks.

“Freddie...a father knows his sons better than they expect...and George is your other half and...” he swallowed, “this search isn’t going as well as it should and we all need answers,” he finished softly. Fred turned around and tears pricked at his eyes.

“If you choose to find your brother on land and you do so in one week’s time,” he closed his eyes and inhaled, “you’ll never need marry-“

“Father-!” Bill sputtered.

“-and never need settle in any of the Reef palaces I’ve created. Son, you’ll be-“

“I’ll be free of royal life if I so choose” he rubbed his jaw, taking a moment to think.

“You’re the best brother I’ve ever had, Freddie!”

“And you’re my best friend, Georgie!”

“And we’ll never be apart-“

“Not as long as we live-“

“-forever,” Fred said to himself softly, before nodding.

“If I’m not back in a week - send the search. You don’t want two dead sons on your hands,” he paced back to the door, pushing both sides open with both hands.

“...and I’ve got answers to find.”

As soon as Fred left the room, Arthur chuckled deeply.

“Bill?”

“Yes, father?”

“Keep an eye on him. We don’t need him getting out and stirring up any more trouble.” He rose from his throne, eyes still staring at the door.

“My son must learn to be quiet.”

—

George was back in the water, he knew that much. His head lolled back and forth as he slowly regained composure, seeing his tail as shiny and new as ever, but somehow unable to move it. He felt exhausted, like he’d swam to the South Reef and back like he used to do with-

“Fred...” he murmured, not really to anyone, just calling out to him somewhere. He realizes after a couple minutes that he was slowly sinking, his eyes fluttering open and shut again slowly in time before he hit the ground.

It was sand. He was in water, he knew that much, immediately jolting up swimming forward until-

“Neptune, what the fuck is this?” He rubbed his head, hitting something unbeknownst to him. He slapped and hit at the surface in front of him, making a sound of echo and reverb as he squinted his eyes and saw:

This was not home.

“Hey - hey let me out!” He shouted, banging on the clear surface, clearly seeing -

“Humans...” he mumbled, the laden horror setting in, backing up in shock and swimming for dear life before he hit the other side of this surface, repeating the same banging, desperate to be freed.

“Let me out! Let me go, I need to find my brother, please!” He cried out, swimming every way possible way, hitting the hard and translucent surface every time.

“What’s he doing?” A voice said, a younger woman for sure.

“He’s trying to break free, but unfortunately for him: that’s plexiglass.” A distinctly deeper and more even voice replied.

“He - he wants out.”

That voice. George stopped and turned around, he’d heard that voice before.

“I shouldn’t have brought him back, Dr. Lockhart-“

“No-“

“Yes, and - and now we’ve stranded him here, I mean, we don’t even know how long he’ll survive under isolation-“

“That’s enough, Miss Y/L/N!” The man shouted, stilling the voices in the laboratory. He cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses before smiling tightly at the girl.

“You forget yourself, Miss Y/L/N,” he said softly. “You may be a fantastic marine student, but you are still just that: a student. And until you reach a higher potential,” George watched with rapt eyes as the man made his way to her pressing a button.

“That is all you will be. A very. Smart. Student.” He clipped, turning a gauge.

George heard a very loud sound, looking up and seeing a large square thing coming down to the top of the encasement he was in. He scrambled to swim up, attempting to push it up and off, but it was too heavy and eventually he realized -

“I’m trapped,” he said hollowly, looking out at the people in the lab, now looking highly uncomfortable and exiting the room.

“Please - please I need to get back home,” he pleaded. “No, no, please” he banged harder on the plexiglass, “let me out! Please, let me out, I’m begging you!”

He saw her then, her face of...sadness. And remorse. And maybe something else.

“Please,” he whispered at her, before she swallowed, keeping her eyes to the floor and exiting the laboratory.

George, Prince of the North Reef was alone.

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sunflowerdarlingx · 4 years ago

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Show me what you like angel - RW (18+)

18+

Hello lovlies, I want to apologise for the lack of content, I’ve just not been in the right headspace. I’ve been working on this one for a while and finally found the motivation to finish it. Let me know what you think <3

Request: Can i request doing your first time with Ron and he's super stressed about it ?

Female Reader

Warnings: first time (talk of it hurting), fingering, a hand job, unprotected sex

MINORS DNI

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Ron sat at the bottom of y/n’s bed, left leg bouncing up and down while his hand lightly scratched at the right over his jeans. They had finally finished Hogwarts for their final year and the pair decided to spend the first two weeks of summer at y/n’s house since her parents were away. Y/n was currently in the bathroom, changing into something more ‘comfortable’ for the events that were to follow. Y/n and Ron had been together for about 5 months and had decided that tonight would be their first time.

It may come as a surprise to hear that Ron is still very much a virgin. Yes, he had kissed girls but that was as far as it ever went. The pair had a conversation two weeks ago where they spoke in detail about their first time. They had both been ready for weeks but there was never a good time.

Ron stood up and decided to light a few candles and charmed a few fairy lights to appear around the room. In his mind he replayed the conversations that he had with his older brother Fred. Last week, Ron found himself panicked about disappointing y/n, so he met Fred in Hogsmeade for some advice. Fred talked him through everything, particularly emphasising a need for foreplay and aftercare and also the need for communication.

Ron had just finished adding a few more lights when he heard her door open. Y/n stood in the doorway, hands twirling her robe in her hands as she smiled shyly. Ron’s jaw dropped at the sight of her, she was breathtaking. A silky black robe was draped over her shoulders, a black bra pushed her tits up deliciously and black lacy underwear sat against her hips.

“Bloody hell” he mumbled as his eyes lovingly gazed over her body, “You look hot” Ron blushed a deep red after he said that, “I..I mean you look, wow”. There were still no words to express just how perfect she looked.

Y/n giggled, “not too bad yourself” she walked over to Ron and took his hands in hers, “do you really like it?” her beautiful eyes looked up to his, although she noticed his eyes looked darker than normal.

“Love it” he pressed his lips to her forehead, “‘nd I love you” his crooked smile made her melt as he moved in for a proper kiss.

“Love you too” y/n mumbled back, Ron’s lips felt dry against her soft ones but that was nothing new. Ron moved his hands to her waist and squeezed lightly, her arms wrapped around his shoulders and toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Rons tongue slipped past her lips as he moved one hand up to rest against her cheek, caressing it lovingly before pulling away. His hand enveloped hers and he guided her over to the bed. Pulling y/n into his lap, Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck briefly before his lips met hers once more in a sloppy kiss.

“Can we take our clothes off?” she mumbled against his lips as Rons hands moved from her waist to rest on her bum.

“Do you want that?” his hands traced her hips, stomach, up to her face and caressed her cheeks “we will do whatever you’re comfortable doing angel”

“Yes please” she smiled sweetly and shakily moved her hands to his shirt, fumbling with the little buttons.

Ron placed a loving kiss on her head before kissing her cheek and then her nose, “stop it Ron” the girl giggled “I’m trying to concentrate”. A loving smile graced Rons features as he let out a laugh at his girlfriend.

His hand caught both of hers while his other moved to her chin, tilting her head back slightly, “how about, I finish getting this off and you take off this pretty robe?”

y/n nodded bashfully and slipped the robe off of her shoulders, eyes moving to trail down Ron's chest, admiring the constellation of freckles that added warmth to his pale chest. She watched the way his muscles flexed as he pushed the shirt behind him.

His crooked smile made her melt as he leaned in to kiss her shoulder, “you look incredible angel”, y/n leaned in, her lips lightly brushing his as she thanked him.

Ron closed the gap, tongue found its way into her mouth and he ran his hands up her back, goosebumps decorating her skin as his cold hands met her warm skin. “Take it off Ron” she panted as their lips disconnected.

Rough hands made quick work of unhooking her bra, “I’m impressed” she teased as she let the bra drop into her lap, Ron picked up the lacey fabric and tossed it to the side.

Flipping them over, Ron ran his hands up her stomach to her chest, toying slightly with her nipples. A small whine left y/n’s lips as she arched her back, Ron’s lips kissing down her chest. “Can I take these off angel?” his index finger lightly tracing under her lacy underwear.

“Please” her hips bucked involuntarily as he ran his hands up her thighs. His fingers hooked around the soft material and lightly tugged them down her legs. Ron took in a sharp breath at the sight of her, he had never felt luckier.

Y/n opened her legs shyly for him and Ron's eyes met hers, a smirk crossing his features as he tested the waters. He ran his index finger through her folds, her juices coating his fingers.

In all honesty, Ron wasn’t too sure what he should do next. Y/n wanted him closely and noticed his slightly furrowed brow. She nervously trailed her hand down her body, her hand lightly holding his. Ron smiled sweetly up at her, “S..show me what you like angel”.

It was no secret that y/n had touched herself before, Ron was desperate to make her feel good so he figured now was a good time to ask her what she liked.

Y/n helped him find her sensitive bundle of nerves, a light moan leaving her lips at the contact, “mhm just like that” her eyelids fluttered as she looked at Ron. After a moment she went to tell Ron that he could, well, finger her but instead a gasp left her lips.

Rons finger teased her folds once again before he slipped a finger into her tight hole, he paused at her gasp “shit, sorry”.

Y/n quickly wrapped her hand around his wrist before he tried to pull his hand away, “i..it’s okay, felt good” she blushed as his smirk once again took over his face. Ron fingered her slowly, adding in a second finger and testing the different movements. He curled his fingers slightly, earning him a moan from the girl below him so he repeated the actions, using his thumb to circle her clit. His confidence quickly growing.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around his fingers, “‘m close Ron, p..please don’t stop” her chest was rising and falling fast, her hands toying with her nipples as he finger fucked her.

“Oh yeah? Cum on my fingers then angel, be a good girl”, y/n lost it at his words, his slight praise pushing her over the edge as her orgasm washed over her. Her eyes rolled back while mumbled “fucks” left her mouth as her hips bucked slightly.

Ron watched in awe as her orgasm washed over her, his trousers now extremely tight. “Bloody hell” he muttered as the girl in front of him opened her eyes, slowly calming down. He crawled back up the bed, positioning himself in between her legs, placing a soft kiss against her forehead.

“You’re so sexy” he mumbled as he placed a kiss to her lips, y/n smiled cheekily up at him before running her hands down his chest. She pushed Ron so he sat beside her and moved to straddle his waist.

A groan emitted from the back of Ron's throat as her bare pussy rested on top of his clothed cock. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, while his gripped at her bare arse.

“Felt so good with your fingers inside me” she moaned slightly into his ear as she grinded her hips against his. Ron bit his lip, his head turning slightly as y/n trailed kisses down his neck.

“How about we take these off?” y/n wrapped her fingers around his belt loops, “wanna return the favour” she kissed along his jaw to his lips.

Ron nodded goofily and flipped them so he could stand to push them down his legs. His lips met hers again while her hand moved to wrap around his cock, quickly separating their kiss to lick across her hand before pumping his length as their kiss got more heated.

He wasn't used to being touched by someone else, his release quickly approaching from the excitement of the situation. Ron pulled back from the kiss, his hand wrapping around hers to stop the movements.

Y/n’s eyes widened “d..did I do something wrong?” her other hand came up to his cheek and softly traced the stubble.

“Course you didn’t” he pecked her lips, “It’s just, I won’t last long if you keep doing that” he almost turned as red as his hair, feeling slightly embarrassed to admit that he was that close to cumming.

y/n shook her head and leaned up to kiss him, “are you going to fuck me Ron?”.

Her words shocked him, “do you want me to?”. She smiled cheekily up at him and nodded her head.

Ron looked down at her naked body, her legs moving to wrap around his waist as he brought his hand up to his lips, spitting onto his hand before running it along his shaft.

He lined himself up at her entrance, his other hand holding hers beside her forehead. “Are you sure?” his eyes looked deep into hers, searching for any change in emotion.

“I’m sure Ron” her hand tugged him down to kiss her, “promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much”.

He nodded his head before guiding his tip into her entrance. Ron was a lot bigger than y/n had anticipated but the stretch felt incredible. He eased his way in, constantly checking to see if she was okay. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a moment, allowing her to get used to the feeling of being so full.

A small tear escaped her eyes but she made sure Ron stayed inside of her, she was loving how close they were. “You can move Ron” she placed a kiss to his neck as he slowly thrusted his hips into hers.

“Bloody hell...so fucking tight” he groaned his head moved to rest inbetween her shoulder and neck, his lips sucking the delicate skin.

“Mhmm, feels so good Ron, so big” she whined as she gripped at his hand, her other hand resting on his shoulder.

The moment was slow…passionate...loving....perfect.

Ron could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, just like around his fingers. He moved his hand from her waist, using his other arm to hold him up, his thumb moving to rub lazy circles on her clit.

“Please don't stop Ron” y/n moaned over and over as her high got closer and closer.

“Getting close angel, gonna cum” Ron groaned, his hips stuttering slightly.

“C..cum inside me” y/n’s breathing was ragged as she reached her high, “I’m cumming” her high pitched moans pushed Ron over the edge, his cum painting her tight cunt.

They lay there for a moment, Ron’s hands rubbing her waist comfortingly while he placed soft kisses to her neck, cheek and lips.

“I love you so much” he placed his lips to hers soflyy before pulling out,

“I love you too” y/n snuggled into his side as he wrapped his arms around her.

“What about a bath? And then we can watch one of those movies you like?” Ron kissed her head before sitting up.

“Sounds perfect” y/n moved to stand but her legs felt like jelly.

Rons hands gripped her waist as a cocky smirk took over his features. “Guess i did a good job?”

“I definitely can’t complain” she giggled lightly “now help me to the bathroom”.

Ron moved to carry her to the bathroom, “oh and snacks, can we get snacks to babe?” he sat her on the counter as he started to fill the bath.

“Yes Ronald” she laughed as he turned to playfully glare at him for calling him by his proper name.

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juniorgman187 · 4 years ago

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i ♡ u (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader and Spencer are trapped in the office during a storm.

Category: Smut, Fluff Content Warning: cussing, unprotected sex/creampie, thunderstorm Word Count: 4.5k A/N: I don’t really like this imagine tbh so don’t be afraid to share your opinions

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“It was a dark and stormy night just like this one . . .” Reid said with a spooky voice. Thunder clapped in the distance and lightning flashed, adding to the mood of the room. Reid waited for your reaction, but you didn’t have it in you. You pressed your fingers to your temples, hoping that moving them in a circular motion would somehow stimulate your brain and magically generate logical thoughts that weren’t clouded by your weariness.

“Sorry, Reid. I’m listening. Keep going.” You didn’t want to discourage him with your fatigue. You were the only one who would consistently give Reid the time of day, and you never faltered in that. At times, you were the only one who’d let him finish speaking.

“You usually love my campfire scary stories,” You knew without even looking at him that Reid was pouting out of disappointment. “I really think you should go home. I’ll call you if I find something or if I need you.”

“No, no you shouldn’t be working on this alone. I’ll be fine.” You slapped your cheeks gently to wake yourself up and forced yourself to refocus on the case.

Hotch and JJ had to fulfill parenting duties, Prentiss was away doing a custodial interview for a couple days, Rossi and Morgan both went home a few hours ago because they could barely keep their eyes open, and Garcia was most likely knocked out in her bat cave. The team had been working on this case for 24+ hours straight and it was draining, but you weren’t about to leave Reid alone to work on it by himself. It wasn’t a contest or a way to prove that you were somehow a better agent if you stayed up working with him, but you genuinely didn’t feel right delegating all of the responsibility onto him. It happened too often where Reid’s good heart and great work ethic was taken advantage of.

“Have you narrowed down the comfort zone?” You sipped at your lukewarm coffee, wincing at the unpleasant taste but grateful for any burst of energy you could get.

Reid nodded, drawing a large red circle. He was in the middle of explaining when his words started sounding like complete nonsense. “Interstate 55 miles true North latitude triangulate.”

You almost thought you were hallucinating or something to that effect, but Reid saw the genuine fear in your eyes and quit his prank. “No, you’re fine! You’re fine! I was just saying random words to play with you. I thought it’d scare you enough to realize you need to get some sleep.”

“Reid!” You chucked a pen at him that he successfully dodged. This only made him laugh harder. “You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.” You told him.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asked seriously.

It was a huge red flag that it took you somewhere around a minute to come up with the answer since it had been so long that you couldn’t remember. You waved your hand in the air to rid him of his concerned expression. He had no reason to worry. “Really, I’ll be fine. It’s less dangerous to be running on less than 8 hours of sleep than it is to leave one person to solve an entire case by himself. I’m not going home, Reid. I’m here to stay.”

He noticed your stubbornness and thought of a new approach to neutralize the situation. “What if you and I both call it a night right now and then wake up in a few hours?”

Now, this sounded like a plan you could get behind. Without any resistance, you set an alarm for 5 a.m and flopped onto the couch just beside the round table. Reid joined you, slipping into his rightful spot behind you. You’d had plenty of platonic sleepovers that constituted sharing the same couch/bed with him, so this was nothing new. With your back barely touching Reid’s chest, you shut your eyes. It didn’t take more than ten minutes for both of you to drift off.

BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEP!

A loud blaring noise filled the room. It made you and Spencer wake up at the same time.

“What is that?” His voice was all raspy from where he just woke up.

The sound was weirdly familiar, but you didn’t know where you recognized it from. That’s when you looked out the nearest window and saw that it was still dark outside.

“I don’t know, but it’s not our alarm.” You pointed out. That’s when Reid eyed the clock on the wall.

3 a.m.

You quickly felt around in the dark, reaching inside your purse for your phone. When you pulled it out, the ear-splitting noise got louder, making you realize it was your phone after all, but you were right. It wasn’t your alarm.

“It’s just a flash flood warning.” You relayed to Reid, squinting at the brightness of your phone. No wonder Reid didn’t know what the sound was - his ancient phone didn’t have the feature. You grumbled, falling back onto the couch.

“There’s no way I’m gonna fall back asleep after that.” He groaned.

You hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I’m wide awake now.” Stupid flash flood warning.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes while Reid stretched and got up from the couch. Checking the notifications he’d gotten on his phone, he said, “Garcia left while we were asleep.”

“And then there were two.”

Everyone was probably catching z’s while you two were catching the killer - or trying to at least.

So, if it was just going to be Reid’s brain and your brain functioning to work on the case, you needed some coffee.

“I’ll be back.” You walked down to the kitchen with your mug in hand and just as you were about to grab the coffee pot, a huge flash of lightning struck outside and suddenly the office went dark. The lights went out and the gentle hum of the generator shut off.

“Spencer!” You screamed out of fear. You heard the pitter-patter of his footsteps rushing to you. That’s when you saw Spencer using his archaic phone’s flashlight to find his way to you. He pulled you into a quick hug asking if you were okay, and you answered you were fine, just spooked. When you came down to pour coffee, you didn’t remember seeing anyone else, but now your stomach turned thinking about how someone might be in here with you - listening to you.

“Take out your gun,” He whispered. You did as he ordered you to, pulling your gun out of the holster. “Turn on the flashlight.” You clicked it on and handed it over to him, remembering that he didn’t have a flashlight on his gun because he had a revolver.

“Stay behind me.” He commanded. You moved back, basically hugging him from behind. You thought you were actually going to pass out from fear if you didn’t hold onto him for dear life. He did a quick pass with the flashlight, revealing no one else was in the bullpen unless they were hiding.

BANG! BANG!

You yelped in fear. “It’s just the thunder, Y/N,” He reasoned, reminding you of the ongoing storm. Oh right, there was a thunderstorm happening, too. Great. “Here take this and go back to the conference room.” He gave you his revolver and kept your gun, ushering you to walk back to the round table.

“What? Why? Where are you going?” Your small voice had never sounded so shaky.

“I’m gonna check the power box and see if I can fix it.”

Your first instinct was to shake your head disapprovingly, but then you remembered that he couldn’t see you in the dark. “No way! You’re not leaving me alone in a dark room. I’m coming with you.”

He didn’t argue against it probably because he was just as scared as you were. Reid did another quick survey of the room, using the beam of your flashlight to double check that there was no one else around.

As you clung to Reid, you made yourself sick just by thinking of all the horrifying possibilities that could happen. For all you knew, a whole group of unsubs was waiting for you at the power box, knowing you and Reid would check there as soon as the electricity went out. Would whatever happened to you two tonight become a campfire scary story that other FBI agents would talk about just like how you and Reid talk about them? The odds were not in your favor. No lights. Storm outside. 3 a.m. Just the two of you, and no offense to Reid, but if this were a horror movie, he was probably the last person you wanted to be with. Top of the list was easily Morgan, because at least if Morgan was scared shitless by the predicament, he wouldn’t show it.

While Reid led the two of you through the pitch black darkness, both of your hands were holding onto his upper arm. You’d taken cover behind him, poking your head past his shoulder just far enough to see what he was seeing but only so far that you could duck quickly if you needed to. Frankly, Spencer didn’t even seem to mind that you were clinging onto him for protection. It kind of made him feel good actually.

When you reached the power box, you released your grip on him, only realizing just how tight you’d been clutching him when you saw imprints left on his shirt from where you’d been holding on.

“Take this.” He handed you the flashlight while he used both of his hands to pry open the box.

You watched as his fingers grazed over the wires and fiddled with the buttons. Would it be weird to admit that his hands were kind of attractive? You’d never realized the largeness of them or how veiny they were, but there was something about them that made them so sexy to you.

He made a disapproving sound after further inspection.

“What’s wrong?” You weren’t actually wondering, but if you asked him, it would seem like you were actually paying attention to the situation at hand and not his hands.

“It looks like the power shut off from a larger source, meaning there could be a blackout citywide. That also means I can’t fix it.”

Hearing you’d be in the dark with no heat source was enough to snap you out of your trance.

“I have an idea.” You led Reid to Garcia’s bat cave, after a memory of Garcia showing you her collection of glow in the dark figurines replayed in your mind.

When you opened the cabinet, you smiled instantly at the sight of all the toys brightly lighting up the inside of the drawer. You knew that spending hours with Garcia listening about her toy collection would pay off eventually. Both of you carried all the toys you could and headed right back into the conference room. You placed them sporadically so that the entire room was dimly lit. Had these been candles instead of luminescent toys, it would’ve been ambient and romantic, but again - they weren’t candles.

Unintentionally, you shivered audibly when a loud wind crashed just outside. The generator went out along with the lights, so it was awfully cold in the room.

Reid was about to give you his sweater when you stopped him by walking right up to him and stealing his body heat in a hug. Rather than embracing him around his sweater, you snaked your arms under the cardigan to really feel his warmth. And as if Reid was trying to kill you with kindness, he pulled the sides of his sweater to stretch around your back and swaddled you into his sweater with him. You smiled against his chest. Not much could make this moment sweeter.

“Better now?” He asked, peering down at your face.

You silently nodded, closing your eyes as if removing your sense of sight would heighten your sense of touch. You wanted to feel his affection as deeply as you could.

“Tell me when you want me to let go.”

“Not yet.”

He laughed at your childish desire to be swaddled like this, but he was enjoying the warmth just as much as you were.

“We can’t do much work with the power out so let’s just try to get some more sleep.” He walked with you to the couch, keeping his promise of not letting go until you told him to.

With the storm outside and the flash flood warning, you two would just have to stay in the conference room until you had the all clear. You weren’t opposed to this entirely, though. There were much worse things you could do than listen to the rain in the arms of Spencer Reid.

“Okay, you can let go now but just for a second.” Your baby voice made him chuckle. He loved how you unabashed you were when asking for his attention. Reid laid down just as he did before, with his back on the backrest of the couch, and instead of having your back to him, you cuddled right up to him. While still wearing his sweater, he covered you in it again, drawing you even closer.

For some reason, even though you were beat and you knew you needed the sleep, you couldn’t seem to shut your mind off and rest. You were awake for what felt like hours. You would’ve tossed and turned all night, but instead, you kept very still so Reid wouldn’t wake up.

You’d be so focused on trying to fall asleep yourself that you didn’t even notice when Reid did. When you looked up, you saw his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes were shut and would occasionally flutter, and when you pressed your ear to his chest, he was breathing much slower than he was earlier.

“If you stay still for 15 minutes, you’ll fall asleep. Just lay in the same position and don’t move.” He mumbled. So he wasn’t asleep? And he knew you weren’t either?

“I have been staying still, but it’s not working.” You whined.

“Just try.” Reid murmured again.

You shut up and sighed, closing your eyes. This time, you made a conscious effort not to move a muscle. You even counted to 60 in your head 15 times, but after those 15 minutes, you were still awake. You weren’t even sure what was causing your insomnia. It was really peaceful to have the sound of the rain cascading down the window and the occasional boom of thunder outside. Being in Spencer’s arms was cozy, too, but there was still something keeping you up.

“Spencer? Are you awake?” You scooted up so you could see his face.

The only thing the moon was illuminating clearly was his lips. There was a distinct beam of silver light casting on his mouth, almost like it was lighting them up specifically. Like some sort of sign. A sudden urge possessed you, so without reason, you brought your hand up to his face and grazed your thumb over his bottom lip. Even with the gentle touch you were using, you were still able to feel how soft it was. You slowly dragged your thumb in a downwards motion, watching the elasticity of his lips cause it to bounce back up into its place. You nearly giggled at the sight. You moved your thumb to the corner of his mouth and followed it upwards to the natural curve of his upper lip. If you weren’t so observant before, you wouldn’t have noticed how Spencer very subtly parted his lips wider for you. Curiosity overcame you and you slowly inched closer to his mouth with your own.

“I think I want to kiss you . . . Can I kiss you?” You spoke in a soft voice, with each of your lips ghosting over his.

A moment of stillness. Maybe he was asleep. Then, a small, very small nod of Reid’s head. You smiled as he let you take control. With your hand already along his jaw, you lifted his face slightly so you could feel the full force of your kiss. You pulled him in closer to relish the soft feeling of his puckered lips. He released his grip on the sweater that was still swaddling you so he could press the small of your back, forcing your hips to drive into his. The need to be even closer was translating into the kiss. It grew hungrier - more passionate and needy. Spencer raised up from the couch, propping himself up on his forearm so he could hover over you. You followed his lead and shifted to be underneath him. With his body over you, he was able to push off his forearms and onto his hands. They were on either side of your head, forcing you to sit up with him so your lips wouldn’t leave his.

“Wait, wait,” He muttered, pulling away. You followed him with your mouth is desperation, until you couldn’t anymore, making you sit up entirely while Spencer backed away.

“What’s wrong?”

“If we don’t stop now, I don’t know if I can stop later . . . I won’t be able to control myself.”

It was in this moment you realize why you were often the only member on the team who’d actually listen to Reid. Nothing he could say would ever turn you off. Any word that escaped his lips was something you wanted to hear. His confession of being uncontrollable was no exception.

“Do you know what I want to do?” There was a newfound confidence in your tone that shocked the both of you.

“What do you want to do, Y/N?” Apparently, Spencer’s tone was just the opposite. He sounded like he was trembling with fear with anticipation.

“Guess.” You flirted.

Even in the dark, you could see Reid’s gears turning as he tried to find the right answer. He read your expression for a hint and made his guess by planting a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You’re cold.”

He quickly caught on. You were making a game out of this.

Hot and cold.

Reid made his next move with uncertainty. He slowly started moving forward to resume the position he had before he pulled away. As he came closer, you followed his lead and leisurely fell back. Every inch he would advance closer to you was an inch that you’d move back further until finally your back was pressed against the couch again and Spencer was hanging over you once more. With each of his hands beside your head, you smirked. “Getting warmer.”

This boosted his confidence. He was heading the right direction, and there was nothing Spencer loved more than to get things right.

The same moonlight that was streaming onto his lips earlier was dancing on his eyes. The hazel color glimmered in the silver light. You could see they were asking, ‘Can I?’ You answered his look with a silent nod.

Spencer reached behind him, following his hand with his eyes as he watched his fingers brush along your thigh. Looking back up at you for permission, which you granted, he peered back down, watching his fingers slip underneath the hem of your skirt. You lifted your hips up so he could raise the skirt all the way up. As if he was uncovering lost treasure, his eyes lit up when you were finally uncovered.

“Fuck me.” He cursed under his breath. This made you ooze with confidence.

You sat up to align your lips right beside his ear. With a breathy voice, you whispered,

“Hot.”

He’d finally figured out what you wanted.

The satisfaction he had in winning your little game gave him the confidence he needed to finally make a move.

Hurriedly, he dragged your panties off, leaving prominent scratches from his nails on your thighs. He threw them somewhere behind him, while you frantically unbuttoned his dress pants. You almost giggled with glee when you saw just how hard he was. You barely did anything to provoke him, but he clearly enjoyed what little you did do.

“I don’t have a -” You cut him off with a hasty kiss.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” You needn’t explain more. He got the message when you reached down and gave his shaft a few shallow strokes.

“Oh-” He was immediately caught off guard by your forwardness. “Wait, wait shouldn’t I . . . um, help you first-”

You smiled at his stutter. “Spencer, please. I need you now.”

There was that unabashed ask for Spencer’s attention that he loved so much. He made small movements until he was properly aligned with your entrance.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He breathlessly uttered, while gradually pushing in.

You thought you would’ve regretted not letting him finger you before in preparation but the bliss was far greater for some reason.

The sensation was definitely new to Spencer when his eyes widened. “Oh fuck. You’re so tight.”

Meanwhile, your face contorted at the feeling of him stretching you out. It was actually more painful than pleasurable.

“Wait, Spencer - I need to change positions.” You panted.

He instantly retracted, looking incredibly sorry. “Here,” He helped you up to your feet while taking a seat on the couch. You didn’t need an IQ of 187 to figure out how to position yourself, so you straddled Spencer, hovering over his erection. Taking charge now that you knew you’d feel more comfortable like this, you reached below you to align his length. Instantly, euphoria washed over you when you lowered yourself all the way until you were practically sitting on his lap. Spencer let out a heavy exhale now that you were able to take all of him in this new position. You moved your hands out from under you and put them on Spencer’s shoulders as a way to stabilize you each time you’d come up. After a few cursory movements, you found a comfortable pace. Spencer couldn’t contain himself, he had to grab your hips in his hands and buck up before, his pelvis meeting your ass before you could even fully lower yourself again. With the tempo of motion increasing drastically because of Spencer’s participation, you couldn’t even adjust to his length anymore. Every time he’d pull out was temporary relief for the ever-growing knot forming in your stomach. You bit back a moan when Spencer curled his hips to thrust into you at a different angle. This stroke mercilessly hit that knot in your stomach, forcing a strangled noise out.

“Don’t stop, Spencer!” You were surprised at how you were even able to put together a cohesive sentence since your brain felt like it was short circuiting.

With Spencer’s curved thrusts, the knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger. You even felt yourself clench around Spencer. He felt it, too and his head instantly lolled back in pleasure. His eyes rolled to the back of his head with him. Your skin felt prickly as sweat started dripping from your forehead. If you didn’t know any better, the generator was working again because the heat in the room was thick. Spencer’s strokes were growing slower in anticipation. You picked up the pace for him and made a conscious clench around him to help him reach his peak.

“I can’t control myself, Y/N. I need to pull out now.” He sputtered.

You made an indistinct noise that communicated your disapproval. It was the only thing Spencer needed to hear to know that it was okay if he came.

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned, knowing you were going to follow close behind.

He dug his nails into your hips, bringing you back to reality as if it was his way of pinching you to tell you it was real. From the pain of his hands clawing into you, you almost couldn’t feel him coming, until you felt it dribble down your inner thigh. Suddenly, it felt like his warm essence made electricity surge through your body and course through your veins. With a speed faster than light itself, the knot in your stomach released. You cried out as his seed mixed with your own and cascaded down like the relentless rain outside cascaded down the window. The euphoria of your orgasm brought you to a complete stop.

“Holy fuck.” You swallowed hard. The inside of your mouth was dry from where it hung open for so long.

Spencer was at a loss for words. His silence was so unfamiliar you had to giggle.

“You okay?” You lifted yourself off of his lap to gain some clarity. He gulped hard.

“Am I dreaming?” He sounded genuinely dazed and confused, it was adorable.

Garcia’s glow in the dark toys helped you to find a box of tissues. You took one from the box and wiped yourself before pulling your skirt back down. Meanwhile, Spencer zipped up his pants and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Spencer,” You laughed a little. “You’re scaring me. Are you okay?”

He hadn’t changed his spot on the couch so you straddled his lap again, this time with more pure intentions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face in his neck, while his hands rested on your hips again and his lips were pressing on your shoulder, leaving quick pecks.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confessed against your skin. You leaned back so you could see his face and kept your hands behind his head to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Enjoying your soothing touch, he closed his eyes and tilted his head to lay against your wrist. He was so precious like this. With Spencer’s head cocked to the side, a distinct beam of light was revealed. This time it was shining onto your face, almost like what it feels like when you accidentally walk past a projector screen and look at the projector light. In this instance though, the light wasn’t nearly as blinding. It was soft and ethereal. It lit up the rain falling on the other side of the window. It even displayed signs of steam coming from the inside. You could see condensation running down the pane. It had gotten so hot in here because of you two that steam was produced. That felt like some sort of accomplishment. You mirthlessly chuckled and leaned forward. With this sudden movement, your chest was pressing against Spencer’s. He was forced to lift his head back up from your wrist when he wanted to examine what you were doing. You leaned past the backrest of the couch and exhaled a hot breath onto the window to make it fog up. Spencer watched you do this over his shoulder, trying to figure out what you were doing. With the glass fogged up, you started drawing a heart with your index finger. You lazily shaded in the heart and looked back at Spencer to show off your creation. It wasn’t pretty by any means, but it meant something.

Spencer pulled a hand away from your hip to use his fingers to add to the drawing. To the left of the heart, Spencer drew a vertical line with a dot above it, and then to the right of it he drew a small horseshoe shape. You pouted your lips when you finally got the message.

i ♡ u

You looked at him before blowing another hot breath onto the already existing fog to extend it. You drew a number right beside it.

i ♡ u 2

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