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mylovesstuffs · 22 hours ago

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How SEVENTEEN (OT13) would handle free-use with their s/o

Request: more seventeen non-con/dubcon themes please. like, maybe free-use if you’re comfy with it? like yeah, its consensual and they’ve established boundaries and stuff with you but similar to the angry sex one, it’s like… rougher..

A/N: The way I wrote it...it sounds weird. Doesn't sound tasty to my ears. Really weird flavours. I don't like how it turned out but okay...I'm sorry to the anon if this is not what they wanted. I just winged it—

Content warning: MDNI !! Non-consensual, power dynamics, dominance and submission, Abuse (physical/verbal), intensity, teasing, rough sex, control, degradation, violent themes, obsession and possession, tension building, touching and groping, kissing, slapping—lmk if I missed anything

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol: Seungcheol is a textbook example of an aggressive, dominant abuser. He uses physical force and verbal degradation to assert his power and control over the situation and his partner. His assertiveness bordering on aggression. His words are very harsh and demeaning, but you don't mind as there's boundaries set up. We'll have to admit that he's actually both assertive and caring, which makes him the type to take control but always in a way that feels like it's for you. His voice is always low, like a command waiting to be obeyed. Without warning, he'll spins you around, pressing you roughly against the nearest hard surface - a desk, a wall, or any available surface. He doesn't give you much space to answer before his lips are on yours again, and his body flushes against yours in a way that promises he's not leaving until he gets what he wants. He will yank your hair back, exposing your throat as he growls in your ear. His free hand slides down your body roughly, grabbing your thigh and lifting your leg up against his hip to keep you off balance and trapped against him. Yanking your pants down abruptly, without preamble, he thrusts inside you, setting a brutal pace that leaves no room for gentleness. "Take it, slut. You asked for this, teeing me mad all night."

Jeonghan: Jeonghan's personality shifts to a darker, more menacing tone during non-consensual themes. He becomes assertive to the point of being abusive, using his strength to overpower you and assert his dominance. His words are laced with degradation and insult, designed to break your spirit and make you feel powerless. He is a master of psychological manipulation, using fear, intimidation, and verbal abuse to control you. He delights in making you feel helpless and trapped. He might call you derogatory names one moment, then whisper "baby" the next as he wraps his large hands around your throat. He could be forcefully shoving you down on his lap, then gently running his fingers through your hair afterward, like a sick parody of tender care. The way he glides his hand along your thigh is enough to make your heart race, his eyes never leaving yours. The sweet eyes shifts abruptly into something darker "You're making me wait, aren't you? Little whore doesn't know how to act properly." He slaps your ass hard enough to sting, making you yelp. His touch turns suddenly rough, fingers gripping your jaw painfully as he forces you to meet his intense gaze. His other hand shoves between your legs, groping roughly. His hand comes down on your ass again, and again, the slaps are loud and painful. He yanks your head back as he spits in your face. "Shut up and stay still."

Joshua: Joshua's teasing is masterful, balanced perfectly between charming and predatory. His touch is feather-light yet possessive, each gentle movement made to keep your senses heightened and anticipation building, his presence magnetic. When Joshua decides he's had enough of teasing and wants you regardless, he becomes a different creature altogether. His magnetic presence turns into a smothering aura, pulling you into his orbit whether you like it or not. His earlier gentle touches become rough grabs, fingers leaving unwanted marks on your skin. He corners you against walls, pinning you with his lean but strong frame "You're making this so much fun for me," he whispers, his sweet voice now carrying a dangerous edge as he blocks your exit. He backhands you sharply across the face, the sound echoing through the room. He wraps his long legs around yours to keep you from kicking, trapping you beneath him. He spits in your face (just like Jeonghan), his cold eyes locked onto yours as he growls, "Say it." Joshua leans in closer, his breath hot and foul against your face as he snarls, "Let me hear you beg, whore. Scream it for me." His hips grind viciously, forcing his cock deeper as his free hand mauls your breast, twisting the nipple cruelly.

Jun: Jun is playful with a dash of unpredictability. He might start innocently enough perhaps with a casual brush of his fingers against yours-but before you know it, he's pulling you in. He fully embodies his darker alter ego. His mannerisms become more aggressive and calculated. He frequently uses possessive language and may engage in acts without clear verbal consent (with boundaries discussed before), though his physical actions might give subtle warnings or tests. Physically, he could engage in rough handling, binding, or the use of objects without express permission. Jun's unpredictability shines through as he suddenly turn you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. His lips find the sensitive spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the skin teasingly. "Gotcha," he chuckles softly, arms tightening around your waist. His hands slide up your body, one possessively gripping your neck while the other teases your sensitive spots with a vibrating toy while making sure you're okay. His voice softens for a moment, genuine concern in his eyes meeting yours. But then his grip tightens again as he growls, "Answer," Jun hisses, his teeth sinking into your shoulder possessively. His free hand forces another toy between your thighs, the cold metal clinking as he turns it on, the vibrations intensifying. "You're not passing out on me, are you?"

Hoshi: Hoshi during non-consensual themes is a whole different entity. His playful and teasing nature gives way to a dominant and controlling persona. He thrives on the power dynamic, relishing in the fear and submission he inspires. His actions become rougher, more aggressive, and sometimes violent. But as we all know his energy is contagious, and his playful teasing is just the tip of the iceberg. He'll catch you off guard, grabbing your hand and pulling you into a spontaneous dance, only for the movements to turn more intimate as his hand finds your waist. In a swift motion, Hoshi pushes you against the wall, his hand gripping your throat gently. Hoshi's hand tightens around your throat, cutting off your airflow slightly as he pins you against the wall. He bites down hard, marking you with his teeth before pushing you further into the wall with his body. With a wicked grin, Hoshi begins to tear at your clothes as he exposes your bare skin. He presses his body against yours, his hands roaming roughly over your curves. Suddenly, he grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head, holding them in place with one hand. His other hand moves to your jaw, forcing your face up to meet his intense gaze. Without warning, he slaps you sharply across the face before immediately crashing his lips against yours in a harsh, bruising kiss.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is calm, composed, and reserved, but there's an intensity beneath his quiet exterior that comes to life when he's with you. He'd watch you from across the room, his gaze piercing yet lazy, knowing that he's got your attention. When you approach him, he doesn't waste words; instead, his lips press firmly against yours in a kiss that is both deep and demanding. He pulls you closer, his hands settling on your hips with a surprising firmness as he guides you to stand between his legs. His voice, low and hushed, vibrates through you when he speaks. "I know what you need, and I'm going to give it to you." There's no question in his tone, just certainty. Wonwoo's fingertips trace agonizingly slow lines down your trembling skin, each millimeter a deliberate torment. His touch lingers, savoring every ridge and valley of your body like a connoisseur studying a fine wine. His fingers pause over particularly sensitive spots, circling teasingly before abruptly changing course, leaving you aching for more. Yet he denies you, drinking in the frustrated whimpers he extracts with cruel delight. His palm flattens possessively against your stomach, claiming every inch as his own. Despite the roughness of his actions, there's an undercurrent of affection in his words and actions, ensuring you know this is something you've both agreed upon, even if it feels like you've been swept up in the intensity of it all.

Woozi: Woozi's playful nature may be subtle, but that only makes it more dangerous. He'd stare at you for a moment, studying you, before his lips curve into a knowing smile. "You've been quiet today," he muses, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. Woozi traces patterns on your arm with his index finger, his touch feather-light yet electric. He leans in closer, his breath tickling your ear as he speaks in a whisper, "You know... the longer you stay silent, the more I want to make you scream," before he pulls away just enough to let you wonder if he's really teasing or if he means every word. He brings one hand to your waist, pulling you slightly closer while his other hand finds its way to your neck, gently tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His lips curve into that maddening smirk again, "Should I help you find your voice?" Everything is almost calculated, as if making you wait is his favorite game. Woozi's kiss is a paradox that's both romantic and violent. His lips are gentle and soft one moment, pressing against yours with tender reverence, and the next, they're demanding and rough, sucking on your bottom lip until it bleeds. He becomes a master of gradual entrapment, his seeming gentleness masking predatory intentions. Rather than overt aggression, Woozi employs isolating you through his undeniable charm and control that have you boozing.

Dokyeom: He uses his charm and humor to lull victims into a false sense of security before abruptly switching to verbal humiliation and threats. His are aimed to keep you off-balance while maintaining control. While physically strong, he prefers mental games over brute force. But he's also the type to make you laugh and feel at ease, but when he wants to tease, he does so with a twinkle in his eye. "Come on, you're hiding something," he grins, sliding his hand gently but firmly around your waist. DK's gentle grasp on your waist transitions into a firm hold as he spins you around to face him. His twinkle-eyed grin morphs into a smirk, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone. His hands roam more freely now, no longer pretending to be innocent. He backs you up against a wall, his hands sliding down to your thighs and hooking them over his arms. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, trapping you against him. Kyeom's hands move with a newfound roughness, tearing at your clothes with little care for the fabric. His fingers dig into your skin as he yanks you closer, his mouth crashing against yours in a bruising kiss. He breaks away only to rip your shirt open, buttons scattering everywhere.

Mingyu: Mingyu's playful teasing has a way of keeping you guessing. He'll pull you close, his hands lightly grazing your back, before flashing you a smirk. His lips press against your neck, and you can feel the intensity in his touch as his hands begin to roam, drawing out a soft gasp from you. His teasing doesn't stop with just physical touch; his words and gaze are enough to make your heart race as you lose yourself in his playfulness. Without warning, his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground with ease. His grip is like a vice, crushing the air out of your lungs. In non-consensual times, Mingyu becomes a domineering, aggressive who uses his strength to overpower and violate. He employs brutally rough handling, from throwing you around to slamming you against surfaces. He uses his free hand to harshly grab your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his arm, exposing you completely. He runs his other hand down your body possessively, squeezing and grabbing at your most sensitive areas. With a cruel smile, he rips your panties aside and shoves his thick, uncut cock inside you without any lubrication, stretching your tight pussy brutally. Mingyu pushes you down on the bed, spreading your legs forcefully. His large hand presses down on your throat, restricting your airflow. "You like being used, don't you?" Not giving you time to respond, he slams into you again, harder than before. You can feel every single throbbing inch of him as he roughly fucks you. His other hand comes down hard multiple times on your exposed skin, leaving angry red welts. "Take it, you fucking whore."

Minghao: Minghao teasing is a slow burn. His approach is subtly sinister. He overwhelms with patience rather than brute force. He corners you gently but firmly, trapping you against a wall, his eyes boring into you with an unsettling intensity. His voice remains eerily calm while doing whatever the fuck he's doing to you. "Spread your legs," he commands softly, his hands slowly pushing your legs apart despite your protests. He uses his superior height and build to position himself perfectly between your thighs. "You can't run now, can you?" His fingers trail down your spine with the same deliberate slowness, making you shiver. Minghao's lips trail slow, wet kisses down your neck, his tongue tasting your skin. He takes his time exploring every inch of your body, his hands roaming everywhere. When he reaches your core, he breathes hotly against it, "So pretty and pink." His tongue slowly parts your folds, teasingly licking upwards but stopping short of your most sensitive spot. He repeats this agonizingly slow motion, building tension but giving no release. His fingers spread your thighs wider, opening you up completely to his slow, tantalizing torment.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan's playful side is matched only by his ability to make you feel like the most important person in the room. I don’t think he’d ever be hard with you. Instead, he’d make sure you have the best time of your life, treating you with nothing but care and intention. And let’s be honest, even if it wasn’t entirely consensual, there’s no way you could resist that kind of overwhelming pleasure. He’d know exactly what you need, even before you realize it yourself, taking his time to draw out every little reaction from you. His touches would be deliberate, his words soft yet firm, making sure you feel cherished and completely swept away. There’s no rush with him. He'd slide in next to you with a smile that'll make you melt on the spot, "What's with the silence, huh?" he teases, raising an eyebrow. His lips find your ear, his voice a mock whisper. "You're not as quiet as you think, love," he says, laughing softly. His hands begin to explore your body with reverence, his touch light yet deliberate. He traces the curve of your jaw, the slope of your neck, the swell of your breasts. His lips follow the path of his fingers, pressing soft, worshipful kisses to your skin. He unbuttons your shirt slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin with each button undone. He spreads the fabric open, revealing your bare midriff, then your ribcage, then the lacy edge of your bra. He pauses, his fingers hooking in the fabric. His voice drops to a whisper, as sweet as syrup, "Is this another one of those nights where I make you forget your name?" He gently pushes you back against the cushions, his body covering yours in a way that's giving a loverboy vibes. "Your skin... it's like silk," he murmurs against your collarbone. He looks up at you, eyes dark with desire, yet still holding that playful spark. "You know," he whispers, trailing a finger across your lower lip, "Every time I touch you," he continues, his voice dropping lower, more intimate, "your eyes flutter like that. And your body..." His hands trace along your sides, making you shiver. "It responds to me like it's made specifically for my touch." His lips curve into a smug but sweet smile. (I low-key see CBZ Seungkwan here for some reason TT)

Vernon: Vernon's teasing is laced with an effortless charm, his smirk always making you wonder what he's up to. His hands slowly glide down your back, the light touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "Trying to act like you don't want this?" he teases, pulling you closer, his voice low and intoxicating. His confidence only increases the more you resist, and before long, you're unable to do anything but give in to him, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that's full of passion and playful dominance. As you melt into the embrace, a shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of his lips on yours. His hands continue to roam your back, possessive and gentle at the same time. You can't help but surrender to the warmth and comfort he provides, your arms wrapping around him instinctively. Suddenly, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around you. Before you can even process what's happening, he tosses you onto the mattress and pounces on top of you, his weight pinning you down. "Shh," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding as he reaches for a pair of handcuffs on the nightstand. He snaps them around your wrists before you can react, pulling your arms above your head and securing the other end to the headboard. A wicked grin spreads across his face as he looks down at you, bound and helpless beneath him. He slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest. "Now, let's see just how loud I can make you scream," and yeah he's a different kind of Vernon.

Dino: He's the type who likes to chase and claim what's his, and he won't take no for an answer. Dino's energy is infectious, and his playful nature is never without a mischievous edge. He'd pull you into a tight embrace, his lips quick to find yours. His hands find their way to your hips, his touch becoming. His kisses are hungry, playful, and full of youthful energy, leaving you breathless as he continues to push you to the edge. "You keep pushing me away," he whispers, his voice dangerous and sweet at the same time. Before you can react, he's got you spun around, his chest pressed against your back, one arm banded firmly around your waist. "You're already soaking through those panties, aren't you?" "Answer me," he demands. His hand moves lower, tracing your thigh before suddenly yanking up your skirt. "Such a fucking tease, showing off these pretty legs. Was that for me?" His fingers find the edge of your panties, tracing the damp material. "Goddamn, you're dripping wet," he groans approvingly, fingers pushing your panties aside to feel your slick folds directly. "Look at that, your slutty little cunt is begging for my cock." Without warning, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, pumping furiously. "Take it, fucking take it," His long fingers continue their persistent rhythm inside you, curling to hit that sensitive spot while his thumb circles your clit. No talking, just the sounds of your wetness against his movements and your ragged breathing as stimulation becomes almost unbearable. He adds another finger, stretching you wider as he continues to thrust and curl inside you. His other hand reaches up to grab your thigh, pulling your leg up higher against his arm, opening you up even more to his touch. You're so overstimulated you can barely think.

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p1astr81 · 2 days ago

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I love you, dad

in which: Oscar and Ryder face each other for the final time.

pairing: spiderman!oscar piastri x reader

warnings: angst, injury, cursing, kinda short, lowkey corny dialogue, lmk if there’s any others!

an: this will be the final part, thank you to everyone who has been reading!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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It was late. One in the morning to be exact. Oscar went patrolling after dinner at yours, but he couldn’t get something off his mind. Which led him to Tony’s doorstep, fist balled and banging repeatedly on his front door.

Eventually, Oscar’s fist met free air as Tony threw open the door. The older man was disheveled, hair a mess and eyes half open. “What, kid? What do you want?” He asked, highly annoyed.

“Is it possible for Ryder West to know who I am?”

Tony blinked repeatedly. “What?”

“Well, cause, he saw me—like—out of uniform, and I don’t know he was looking at me while talking about spiders so it felt like-“

Tony interrupted his rambling with a sigh. “He doesn’t know you, kid. Not unless you told him.” A pause. “And why would he see you out of uniform?”

Oscar stumbled over himself. “You know what, come in. I feel like this is going to be a long one.”

The door was held open for him. Oscar found his way to the couch and sat with his head hung. “So, I have a girlfriend.”

“Yes. I know. She keeps you from patrolling every night, this isn’t new information.” Tony twirled his wrist in a circle, motioning for him to continue. “Well, her dad is…” Oscar scoffs, stalling to avoid Tony’s reaction.

“Her dad is Ryder.”

Tony’s brows shot up, his mouth gaping slightly. “Wow. Didn’t see that one coming. But that’s a tough problem for you kid. Real tough.” Oscar just nodded.

“So I take it she doesn’t know her dad is evil Elsa?”

Oscar shook his head.

“Yikes.” Tony’s hand landed on Oscars shoulder. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full.” His remorse was minuscule as he stood up, walking away.

Oscar watched with his brows drawn together in confusion. “Mr. Stark? Where are you going?”

“To bed. Goodnight Oscar.”

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The landing was messy and uncoordinated tonight. He was trying to balance two cups of hot cocoa and a box of two chocolate donuts while also sticking a clean landing on the rooftop. Safe to say he failed. The drinks splashed on his boots and he just barely salvaged the donuts when he stumbled.

“Package retrieved!” He cheered as he sat down on the ledge beside you. You laughed at him and took your cup from his hand. “You make such a good delivery boy.” You bumped your shoulder with his.

He flipped up his mask just enough to eat, and through a mouth full of donut responded with, “glad to be of service!”

You chuckled under your breath.

After the both of you had finished your donuts, Oscar hummed. “I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he continued once your eyes met his through the mask. “And you don’t have to answer but… why do your parents have a different last name?”

You shrugged. “My mom was an only child. Grandpa had no one to carry on the middle name, so they gave it to me at birth.”

Oscar nodded in understanding, his eyes on his swinging feet. After a moment, he looked up at you smiling. “You know, the lady at the donut shop was gawking at me the whole time. Super uncomfortable.”

You scanned him, eyes enamored. A tender smile. “Can’t blame her.”

Oscar scoffed a laugh. “Oh come o—mfph” he was cut off abruptly by your lips on his. Subconsciously, his body gave into your touch, leaning closer and getting both of his hands on you. “Gonna- mhh- gonna- be seen.” Oscar managed to mutter between kisses.

You broke away and tucked your hair behind your ears. Two hands placed on his biceps, you shoved him off the ledge and onto the flat roof.

“Now we’re out of sight.” You gave a cheeky smile before diving back in.

Before your lips even made contact, Oscar’s warm body disappeared from below you. He was perked up, his mask messily yanked back down over his face. He was frantically searching in every direction.

“What is it?” You we’re cautious.

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t know.” He breathed out. His senses were at an all time high, his body screaming at him that danger was inevitable, but the city looked normal.

“Is it your… tingle?”

Oscar nodded, in a trance.

Then his head snapped to the left just as a boulder of ice flattened a car. They heard the shattering and the crunching metal from yards away.

“Shit,” you gasped, a hand finding Oscar’s arm quickly. It secured you.

He got to his feet. “Get inside. Find a basement, or get under a sturdy table.”

“Oscar,”

He looked back at you.

“Be safe. Please.”

Oscar nodded before taking off.

Mid-flight, he activated his nano-suit. In the case of any sharp icicles flying his way, It would protect him better than the suit he wore currently.

Subzero swiveled on his floating block of ice to face Oscar’s direction. “Ah, and the bug is here!” His voice was loud, filled with disdain and malice. An ice shard, the size of Oscar’s own head came flying at him as he swung from building to building. He had to drop a couple of stories to avoid it, losing any elevation ground he had on Ryder.

“Arachnoid!” Oscar corrected.

“Doesn’t make a difference to me, I’ll squash you all the same.”

Oscar did not doubt the truth in that statement. He was very aware that it only took one boulder-sized ice cube to flatten him. But he wasn’t worried. He was quick. He could dodge anything that came his way. His main concern remained with the innocent people of the city.

Oscar swung underneath Ryder, hoping to draw him away from the crowds. Unfortunately for Oscar, he didn’t take the bait.

Cursing under his breath, toes pointed to the sky, he launched himself into the air and stuck to the side of a building. Eye level with his own girlfriend’s father.

“Last time wasn’t enough for you?” His laugh taunted Oscar. Another shard came right for him. He flipped, managing to web one of Ryder’s hands, and landed on the building opposite. The shard pierced the window, shattering its panes.

A blade of ice materialized in Subzero’s other hand. He made quick work of slicing the web.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

Oscar rolled his eyes at the man’s incessant yammering. He tried to web him up again, but he predicted Oscar’s moves. His webs met empty air.

It was a constant game between them. A web shot at Ryder. Ice flying in Oscar’s direction. It was a constant back and forth, and neither of them were winning. They’ve moved a couple of blocks from where they first began, and Oscar started to realize they were getting dangerously close to your place of work, where you were currently hiding out.

When he tried to move back in the other direction, he was hit with a solid rock of ice that blew him back, right onto a rooftop.

Your rooftop, he realized almost immediately.

Shit, he cursed quietly, trying to get away but his web was turned to ice, eliminating it’s elasticity and shattering it. He went rolling back on to the concrete rooftop, letting out a small grunt.

When he looked up from where he lay, Ryder had joined him. Oscar hoped you had the mind to get out of there.

He tried to get up, but Ryder had kicked him back down. Now a firm boot pressed his body against the concrete, cementing him in place. “I admire your determination.” Ryder’s boot pressed harder, earning a small groan out of Oscar. “But you were never going to win this.” He feigned sympathy.

Oscar’s ears picked up the smallest sound. Footsteps. He turned his head in its direction, finding you at its source.

Eyes shifting down to where you grasped a dull knife in your hand, his heart leaped to his throat. An attempt at communication was made, through the subtle shifting of his eyes. You hadn’t picked up on it.

You continued to advance, but your foot crunched on a broken piece of ice. Without looking, Ryder shot out an ice shard in your direction.

A broken gasp was punched out of Oscar’s lungs. You stumbled, the knife falling from your hands. Your hands surrounded the icicle that was impaled in your stomach. “Don’t!” Oscar shouted. Your movements halted.

Oscar was quick to web up the knife, and plunged it into Ryder’s foot once in his hand. Shocked, Ryder stepped back, allowing Oscar to get up. He ran to you as you continued to stumble. You tried to stay on your feet. You were disoriented. That much was clear.

His instinct took over. Webs were shot across the rooftop. As many as he could manage. He stuck Ryder to the very ledge the both of you sat on each night.

You slumped against Oscar. Heavy breaths. Eyes half open. An attempt at a smile. A hand coming up to cup his cheek.

The tears fell fast. His fear undeniable. “It’s okay. You’re okay.” He was unsure which one of you he was trying to reassure, but he kept repeating the words.

Your name was called. A tone of horror. Your father. He struggled against his restraints. You squinted at him. Tried to identify him. You couldn’t. Not when your eyes were as unfocused as they were.

“Friday, alert Mr. Stark.”

“Right away.”

“Oscar,” you breathed out. Affection.

A shaky breath. “I’m gonna get you to a hospital.” He stood. You slumped against him. “Hold on as tight as you can for me, yeah?” Oscar was choking on his own tears at this point.

“But… I’ll get blood on your suit.” A feeble laugh. A shuttered sob. He was failing at holding it together. “That’s okay. I can wash it.”

Oscar shot off into the air. A yell of objection following him.

A slight whimper. “Hurts.” You managed. “I know.” He repeated over again.

Tears blurred his vision, nearly running into a stoplight. “You’re a reckless swinger.” You muttered. Oscar gave a weak laugh at the fact you’d called him a swinger.

He landed right outside the ER. Your legs gave way. “Woah, hey. Okay.” He was sure his mask would be soaked through with tears if it wasn’t for the nano technology.

He picked you up bridal style. “I need a doctor!” He pleaded, not caring how broken his voice sounded.

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You shifted, letting out a low grunt. Your abdomen housed a dull, throbbing pain. You tried to move your arm but it’s mobility was restricted by a light weight.

Oscar’s head. Eyes closed. Asleep. His eyebrows were furrowed. His body tense. “Os,” your other hand threaded it’s fingers through his hair.

He stirred but didn’t wake. “Hey,” you poked his shoulder. He slowly lifted his head, blinking a couple of times before gasping loudly. “You’re up.” He was shocked, arms wrapping around your neck to pull you into him. He let go when you winced. “Sorry.” He stepped back.

You made him room on the bed, allowing him to sit next to you. “Where are my parents?”

Oscar’s eyes could no longer meet yours. His hands were suddenly fascinating. “Your mom is on a work trip.”

You blinked. “How long have I been out?”

“Two days. Medically induced coma. They said it would help with recovery.” You nodded. “And my dad?”

Oscar bit his lip. “He’s…” he sighed. “I shouldn’t be the one to tell you.” He shook his head. Your eyes widened. “What? Is he dead?” You were panicked.

“No! No… just away.” Oscar reassured. You sat up, wincing at the pain from the sudden movement. “Away? What the hell does that mean?” You demanded.

Oscar met your eyes. A deep breath. “Mr. Stark took him to a high security prison. In the middle of the Ocean.”

A wave of different emotions crashed over your expression at his words. Confusion. Sadness. Anger.

Realization.

Oscar’s hesitance when they met. On the rooftop, how he knew your name. The familiarity of his voice. “Oh,” you put the pieces of the puzzle together. Your eyes became glossed over.

Then the denial came.

You shook your head, the motion never ending. “He…” A shaky breath. “He wouldn’t have…” Oscar pulled something out of his pocket. A folded piece of paper.

“He wrote this for you.” He offered the small square to you. You took it between your nimble fingers, unfolding it carefully. You swallowed your fear, leaning into Oscar as your eyes met the first line of the page.

To my daughter,

I hope this gets to you, alive and well. I want to first apologize to you for the secrecy on my part. I thought it was better to keep this from you. My alternate self, subzero, wasn’t something you needed to know about. It would have put you in more danger than you already were.

I believe it is important that I tell you exactly why I became this. Twelve years ago, when the aliens came to New York and the world first became aware of the Avengers, I believed I needed to protect you from them. I believed they were frauds. They caused irreversible damage to the city and the people, I believed they truly didn’t care about the people. They only cared about looking heroic.

So I vowed to take out each and every one of them. I’d been building high powered weapons ever since then. One of them went wrong, and somehow changed the composition of my cells and DNA. That’s how I ended up with these powers.

They were never meant to hurt you. I always wanted to protect you. This wasn’t what I wanted to happen. I’m sorry for it all, and that I had to end up in this prison without saying goodbye to you. I was angry with that boy that night. I believed it was supposed to be me by your side. I didn’t understand his connection with you, why he held you so tightly and why his voice shook when he reassured you. Until they told me who he was.

I know now that my perception of the avengers was wrong. They truly are trying to help those who cannot help themselves. I regret it.

I also want you to know that I approve of your boy. I assume you know he’s spider-man. I don’t know if that was part of your reason for choosing him but it doesn’t matter. Oscar is a kind, confident, and resilient young man. It’s become apparent that he cares for you deeply. For that, I truly believe he is what’s best for you. I don’t think there’s anyone I’d approve of more.

If this gets through, please write back to me. I don’t know if they’ll let you visit, but please ask Oscar. Maybe with your connections, they’ll make an exception. If not, I’ll write to you every week.

I love you,

Dad.

#f1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #op81 #f1 blurb #f1 fluff #f1 angst #f1 x you #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri au #oscar piastri angst #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri #oscar piastri one shot #oscar piastri imagine #spiderman!oscar piastri

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problemchildtm · 1 day ago

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Die With A Smile

Summary: Derek has a nightmare about you dying in the field and feelings are realized

CW: death, guns, violence, typical cm stuff, lmk if there's anything I missed

A/N: I was listening to Die With A Smile by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga and wanted to write something short and sweet. Honestly I'm just happy I had motivation to write again I forgot that I actually like it lol.

It’s quiet, eerily so. The chirping of crickets is the only thing reminding him of the task at hand. Get in, get the unsub to surrender, and get out. Clearing the grounds is as routine as possible until the sounds of screams tear through the night. Not just any scream though, it was your scream. His legs took off before his brain could process the action. After what seems like ages he makes it to the shed that holds the entire scene.

Hotch is trying to talk down the unsub while Rossi supports him. Prentiss, JJ, and Reid have their guns at the ready, and Morgan freezes. Not because it’s a high-stakes situation— he’s seen plenty of those without batting an eye. He bursts into the room and sees you, kneeling while the unsub has a gun to your head. His ears are ringing and the voices of his team are muffled. The room is spinning and everything is moving entirely too fast but simultaneously in slow motion.

Tensions escalate and the screaming brings him back to reality. Before he can react the unsub pulls the trigger. With two loud bangs and a flash of light, you were gone.

He jolted awake, drenched in sweat. A nightmare that’s all. Not an uncommon experience but the strange part was you. Lately, his dreams have had one common denominator: their leading lady. Every time he closed his eyes to recharge you appeared. Never in nightmares though, this had been the first. Unable to do anything he got up and went through the motions of his morning. Still, he couldn’t shake the lingering emotions of his nightmare. What did it mean? Why you? His concerns came to a head when he finally walked into the bullpen and saw the person consuming his thoughts.

Derek has prided himself on being comfortable around women. For the large part of his adult life, he’s been a confident, handsome, self-assured man. So why has he been standing at your desk, with a mouth full of cotton, without the ability to form anything that resembles a sentence for the last… minute and a half?

“Morgan? Is everything alright” you ask confusedly.

No. Nothing is right. The fear is back. He’s always cared for you but this is different. Bringing coffee in the morning, catching your eyes in silent moments, and consistently watching your back in the field can be entirely chalked up to a budding friendship. But this guttural fear of being apart is new. It’s swallowing him whole and the only way he can escape is to forcibly unclench the jaw of longing created by his own thoughts.

“Hello? Earth to Derek.” Your voice snapped him out of his momentary internal panic. “Are you okay? You look like a deer in headlights.” And he felt like one. He had two options: he spills his guts about his feelings and hopes you don’t reject him, or he makes up some bullcrap excuse about distractions and silently pines for the foreseeable future. Option 2 for sure.

“Sorry, I got distracted thinking about my family. I haven’t talked to my sisters in a while and they’re giving me crap about it”

Not his strongest lie but believable enough in his opinion. You don’t seem entirely convinced but you move on without question. The rest of the day drags on with every spare second of his time consumed by you. He doesn’t know much but one thing’s for sure: nobody’s promised tomorrow. So while he can he’s gonna love you like it’s the last time, even if it’s in secret for now.

#Spotify #die with a smile #derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan x gn!reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds #cmedit #cm #writing #fanfic writing #writers on tumblr

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s4nguiine · 3 days ago

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petals and bullets

boothill x fem!reader - pt. 2

» rating: still eventual nsfw.

» notes: two fics in a row! woooo!! i wanted to discuss the future of this fic a bit. i want to try something new, something non-linear. the first 3 chapters will be linear of course, because i need to establish a backstory and yada yada, but i figured it would be cool if i made the following chapters separate stories. that way i wouldn't be tied down to one story and trying to make fun concepts fit - i can just write separate chapters with different adventures the reader and boothill would go on. let me know your thoughts on this in the comments if you have any :p

» tag list: @favsruii @inyourfaceace @crystalkat6747 (lmk if you'd like to be added or removed!)

you’re frozen where you stand and drops of sweat run down your throat as you swallow. you don’t need to see the weapon to know there is a gun pointed at you. do IPC workers carry around guns now..?

“looks like this crate had a rat in it, too,” the man behind you says.

you make an attempt to grab the knife in your pocket - unsuccessfully, as he immediately spots the small movement.

“don’t even think about it, darlin’. why don’t you turn around slowly so i can get a proper look at ya?”

you take a deep breath first, then you do as he says. and when he comes into view, an extravagantly clothed cyborg cowboy, you’re.. not sure what to think. he seems to have a similarly surprised expression on his face.

“a lady? muddlefudger. i don’t like pointin’ my gun at ladies.”

his accent… his long black and white hair… his eyes. you hate it, but you’re just as scared of as you are attracted to this man.

“what’s your name?” he asks.

“y/n,” you reply.

“y/n,” he says your name, as if tasting it. “listen up, sweetheart-” sweetheart? “-i don’t tolerate stowaways. you’re a mighty fine lady, though a bit wild-lookin’, but traveling with me is dangerous. we ain’t too far yet, so i’m taking you back home.”

your eyes grow wide. no. no, you can’t go back. the cowboy keeps his gun pointed at you as he backs away to the pilot’s seat to put in the coordinates of your home planet.

while his eyes are off you, your hand swiftly enters your pocket and grabs the handle of the knife. you lunge, and you make the mistake of yelling as you do so. you only stop at the crisp sound of a gunshot, which makes you freeze and gasp for air. the bullet does not hit you, however - instead there is a metallic clang as the knife is forced out of your hands. it falls to the ground and slides far out of your reach.

your arms remain raised in the air as you are frozen in fear once more, and your eyes are shut tight, until you hear the man’s footsteps. he approaches and you cower, looking up at him through your lashes. you realize that he’s been very relaxed until this very moment - because now he’s wearing a deep frown on his face.

“seriously, lady… a knife? my body-” he stops as his eyes wander lower on your body. “wait a second.” his hand grips the hem of your coat. ah. it’s over. everything’s gone to shit, and now you’ll be at the mercy of this weirdo.

the cyborg opens your coat with such a force that he almost tears it off of you. you close your eyes and press your lips into a thin line. of course, your clothes underneath it are soaked with your mother’s blood.

“whose blood is this?” he almost growls. when you answer only with quickened breathing, he presses the cold barrel of his revolver against your forehead. you hear the cylinder turn. “answer me.”

this is the shittiest day of your life. fuck freedom, you should have just stayed in that apartment. you can’t take this anymore.

“it’s… it’s not mine.”

the cowboy isn’t very pleased with that response. “a stowaway is one thing. i can understand a runaway daughter. but i sure as hell don’t tolerate murderers.”

“pl- please! please don’t kill me. i had no other choice!” you are almost ashamed of how quickly you resort to begging. power? what power? you never had any after all. you can’t even defend yourself right now.

the man is silent for a while. then, the gun is lifted off your forehead. he uses it to motion towards a couch standing underneath a window, which you take as your cue to sit down, albeit confusedly.

“you have thirty minutes ‘til we arrive back home. explain,” he orders.

first you fiddle with your thumbs in your lap, looking around nervously, then you sigh and hang your head. “i had to get out,” you mumble.

the cowboy pulls up a chair and sits on it with his arms crossed. “can’t hear ya, darlin’.”

you pick at the skin around your nails and finally muster up the courage to speak loud and clear. “my mother. the blood is my mother’s.” suddenly your sight gets blurry, and you think you’re about to pass out until a drop of water lands on your hand. you wipe at your face. tears. they’re tears - you’re crying. why are you crying? you don’t feel sorry. you feel nothing at all.

“i just,” you take a shaky breath, “i just had to get out. i couldn’t keep on living like that!”

you see the cowboy shift in the corner of your eye. he uncrosses his arms, assuming a less interrogatory pose. his robotic hand hovers over your knee for a moment, unsure, before he changes his mind and withdraws.

he lets out an agitated groan as he takes off his hat and runs his hand through his long bangs. just as he’s about to speak, a notification sound comes from the control panel. the man looks a bit confused. he stands up and walks over to the panel, opening the new message. you watch a toothy grin form on his face.

“well would you look a’that. you’ve made the IPC your enemy, little lady,” he says.

you are shocked out of crying as you glance at the touchscreen in front of him. your name, your photo - and a sign that says wanted dead or alive. a hefty sum of credits glares at you underneath.

of course. you’re not just wanted by the authorities on your planet. you still owe the rest your mother’s debt to the IPC, the corporation that does not just let things pass.

the cowboy turns to you. “this makes things very different.”

“h-how so?” you ask.

“see, i’m a galaxy ranger.” a bounty hunter. the words aren’t spoken, but you assume that’s what he’s getting at.

you’re silent for a while as the two of you stare at each other. “so, you’re gonna turn me in?”

“i won’t.”

you’ve already made peace with your execution, but his response throws you off. “wait - what? that’s a lot of money, you know.”

the cowboy chuckles and approaches you once more. you shy away from him, and as he towers over you - boy is he tall - you finally notice that his teeth are sharp like a shark’s.

“the name’s boothill.” he offers you his hand to shake, and you do so, albeit reluctantly. it’s surprisingly not as cold as you expected it to be. “the IPC is my number one enemy - it’s mutual, really. this ship? stole it from ‘em. your bounty is chump change compared to the money they’re offerin’ for my head.”

“s-so…”

“the enemy of my enemy is my friend. i’ll do you one favor, lady. you’re not going back to your home planet. instead,” he drawls as he lets go of you, walking back to change the coordinates of the ship. “i’m droppin’ you off at my next stop.”

you stand up abruptly, and before you can blink, boothill is pointing a gun at you. “but don’t think i’m lettin’ you off my sights, pretty lady. you’re still a murderer.”

you open your mouth and close it a couple times. “th..thank you…” a sudden wave of dizziness comes over you, forcing you to your knees. boothill is by your side almost immediately to hold you by the shoulders.

“whoa there!” he chuckles, “you good?”

you sigh, hanging your head. you’re tired. you’re so tired you can feel it in your bones. “it’s been a long day.”

“oh i bet it was. y’know, i think there is a shower in here somewhere - why don’t you get yourself cleaned up?”

you nod. the thought of having your mother’s blood on you any longer doesn’t make you feel very great. “oh, but.. i don’t have a change of clothes.”

boothill hums. “i think i saw some uniforms around here somewhere. come with me.”

the ranger helps you to your feet and then he’s leading you out of the cockpit into a small resting area. you figure that this ship probably isn’t very big. boothill starts opening various cupboards and closets until he finally finds what he’s looking for.

“aha!” he exclaims. “there it is. here. pick up whatever’s your size.”

“thanks,” you mumble. “where’s the bathroom then..?”

boothill clears his throat. “no idea.”

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “how long have you had this ship?”

“whatever. i’m a cyborg, y'know, i don’t exactly take showers.”

“well don’t you brush your teeth..?”

the cyborg flashes you a toothy grin. “you think these bad boys are mine? they don’t need cleanin’.”

you stare at him for a while without saying anything. your expression however speaks volumes. you’re disgusted. then you turn, uttering a simple “ugh, men” while you embark on your journey of finding fitting clothes and a shower - or any other place to wash yourself.

and you’re successful. the third door you open happens to lead to a small bathroom. and as you shut the door behind you and slump against it, you let out a long sigh. finally some proper quiet, an oasis just for you. maybe things turned out better than you’d planned after all.

when you found out that it was boothill’s ship you ended up on instead of the IPC, you were crushed. but now that you know that there is a bounty on your head, the thought of having to hide in enemy territory sends shivers down your spine.

things are still uncertain. you have a long road ahead of you - one of hiding and fleeing, probably. but this matter is in your hands now. you can decide for yourself. and if you get caught and killed, well - that will be your repercussions for the decisions you’ve made.

you undress and step inside the shower while actively avoiding looking in the mirror. the water that leaves your body is stained red as it washes off the blood stuck to your skin, which you scrub so meticulously it starts to burn.

you leave the shower refreshed and feeling somewhat like a person again. the mirror is foggy, and when you wipe it to finally look at yourself, you find dead, exhausted eyes staring back at you. all the adrenaline of today really did a number on you.

is that all you’re concerned with..? shallow cuts litter your arms where you nicked yourself. they serve as a reminder of what went on earlier. your mother is dead. the woman who birthed you and raised you. you repeat this to yourself over and over, hoping to elicit some kind of emotional reaction from yourself.

nothing comes of course. you’re still a husk devoid of emotion.

maybe you are a monster after all. maybe it’s time to accept that.

you find your way back to the cockpit, boothill nowhere to be found. unsure of what to do, you sit back down on the sofa and look out the window into the darkness of outer space. small white dots decorate the blackness and you think about how many worlds are out there, orbiting those dots.

you’re in space. actual space. it finally dawns on you. you’ve escaped that hellhole. talk about moving! you’ve always dreamt of moving far away, but truthfully you never dared think outside the box - or outside the planet for that matter.

your eyelids grow heavy as you lean against the backrest. you should thank boothill… make it up to him… maybe tomorrow.

sleep claims you before you know it.

when boothill enters the cockpit with a blanket in hand, he finds you crashed out in an uncomfortable position. he blinks. would it be rude to move you? but then he thinks about the back pain you could get from this… and he approaches you, carefully laying you down along the length of the sofa. he covers you with the blanket and dusts off his hands, quite proud of his work if he says so.

when he stole this ship, boothill thought this would be just another heist. but then you crawled out and, admittedly, you looked scary as all hell. but if there’s anything he’s learnt in his life as a ranger, it’s never to judge a book by its cover - and you just might be a book that’s right up his alley.

#★ hsr tag #boothill x reader #boothill x you #boothill x y/n

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sokoneedsagun · 2 days ago

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Brutalia send post.

No but seriously i finally decided to write a post about why the song werewolf by Fiona Apple fits Brutalia (Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul) so well. The song Werewolf is basically about being in a relationship where in short: it doesn't work out. It's about looking back and realizing that nothing was one persons fault, each of the people talked about in the song contributed to the problems in the relationship but weren't able to see that until it was over.

Fiona Apple spends the first and second verses of the song "likening" her ex-partner to different things and then going back to admit that she contributed to it as well, before she ends it with the repatition of the lyric "Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key" which is a reference to the fact that a minor key is often used to create tension in a song, so leaving off on that minor key at least to me represents letting a relationship go instead of staying trying to force things to work.

Specific lyrics:

"I could liken you to a werewolf the way you left me for dead but I admit, that I provided a full moon." That line in particular works for them because in large Bruce would not be who or what he is without Talia. In both the good and bad aspects, a werwolf wouldn't be able to become a werewolf without the moon. She provided him with the means to become who he is, even if it hurt them both in the process. It also adds to the fact that he is often the one who leaves her or critisizes her when the relationship is starting to fall apart.

"But you were such a super guy 'Til the second you get a whiff of me" Generally speaking, Bruce is a well liked and regarded character. Talia on the other hand is constantly demonized. I've seen people go so far as to say that when Talia is around Bruce's writing suffers from it (which isn't true.)

"The lava of a volcano shot up hot from under the sea, one thing leads to another and you made an island of me" In arguing with each other, she is more alone. Because on so many ocasions Talia being with Bruce is a point of contention between her and Ra's, but her relationship with her father is a point of contention between her and Bruce. So in the end in striving for a relationship with Bruce, if said relationship doesn't work out, Talia would be alone because she wouldn't have him, or her father and anyone connected to him.

"But we can still support each other, all we gotta do is avoid each other" This is just what modern Brutalia is, it's the two of them agreeing that they don't work together, they both love Damian and want to support him and each other, but a relationship between the two of them just isn't seen as something that could be a reality

I could keep going but this post is already really long, so I leave you with this

(From urban legends #20, also side note that run is pretty good I recommend it the Batwoman stuff is great)

also if anyone wants more of the dc as fiona apple songs pls lmk just give me characters so I can yap

#the incessant need to yap has overcome me once again #dc #dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #brutalia #fiona apple #they are in fact my otp #but like #doomed yuri #I am genuinely that woman's top defender #talia my beloved #My cat was staring at me judgementally while I typed this out #been staring at this draft for an hour #and now i'm yapping in the tags...#if you read all this hi

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nondelphic · 11 hours ago

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How many WiPs do you usually have? Probably a common question ngl lol

-@Kiwriter

oh godddd thanks for the question ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

i don't even knowww tbh it depends because i love to start new projects and abandon them after two weeks!! but if i'm actively in a writing mood (aka the opposite of a writing slump loool) then two, three or even four projects as of recently (*≧ω≦)ﾉﾞ

but it really depends on how passionate i am about each project!! sometimes i hyperfixate on one for months, and other times i’m just juggling ideas like a chaotic writer-circus.

for example, once i finished my first ever full draft (still so proud of that!! 😭💗), i immediately dove into writing the sequel while editing the first book! and then, halfway through the sequel’s first draft, while still editing the first book, i somehow thought, “you know what? why not start the third book in this series??” because i’d already outlined the sequel enough to know where it would end and where the third book should pick up. (truly, my brain = a multitasking gremlin at its finest. (≧▽≦))

oh, and because i clearly can’t stay focused (lol), i started a completely unrelated story during all of this. like, why stick to one series when you can just… not? (ง ื▿ ื)ว

so yeah, the answer is: chaos!! i thrive on it!! but i also love it, because each WIP gives me something different to explore and be excited about. (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ anyway, thanks for the question, it was so fun to answer!! sending you big writing energy and lots of love!! ✧(>o<)ﾉ✧ how many projects do you have going at once? lmk if you want to !! <3

#nondelphic asks #writers on tumblr #writeblr

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uceyliyahh · 3 days ago

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NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4408

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I'm going to take care of you,"

"Fuck Him he's not going to do a damn thing to you while I'm around,"

"You're mine baby all mine,"

"Don't shut me out please,"

OMNISCIENT At ten in the morning, the sun poured through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room while the cheerful chirping of birds filled the air. Desiree stirred from her sleep, finding herself nestled in Jey's embrace, the gentle breeze whispering through the open window.

She remembered the moments they shared last night, a soft smile spreading across her face as she looked down at him. Jey lay there, snoring softly, his hair tousled and wild, completely at ease on his stomach.

Desiree gazed at his stunningly tattooed physique, captivated by its artistry, before rising from the bed and noticing their clothes scattered across the floor.

Damn we had a time last night together

Jey earnestly pleaded with her to skip her flight and join him in Atlanta once his tour concludes. This was a significant moment for her, as she had never taken such a bold step for a man who truly cares for her.

Desiree felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her as she contemplated how to break the news to Bianca about Jey's desire for her to stay in Atlanta. 'Would her best friend celebrate this new chapter in her life,' or 'would she feel betrayed?' The questions swirled in her mind, leaving her anxious. Seeking a moment of solitude, Desiree slipped into the bathroom and closed the door, ready to focus on her skin care routine and gather her thoughts.

As she applied the clay mask generously across her face, she allowed it to settle for a bit before planning to rinse it off. Stepping out of the bathroom, she caught sight of Jey still asleep, his position having shifted in the bed while she rummaged through her suitcase for clothes.

Given that she intended to stay with him in Atlanta, she might as well share the scoop with Bianca now.

IMESSAGE 💬 Desi🫶🏽: Bianca? Binky💗: Heyyy, good morning girly Desi🫶🏽: good morning 💁🏽‍♀️ but I have something to tell you Binky💗: what's up? Desi🫶🏽: um...so me and Jey...kinda of Binky💗: GIRL SEE I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! Desi🫶🏽: oh my goodness please don't start, but he wants me to come live with him in Atlanta Binky💗: whaaaaat??? girl Desi🫶🏽: that's what I said I told him I didn't want to leave you behind because I just moved down to Tennessee like a couple of months ago Binky💗: girl if you don't go live with that man so can take care of you 🙄 Desi🫶🏽: wait? You're deadass right?😀 Binky💗: yes Desiree I'm serious I know you want to take things slow but remember Jey isn't like Jayden he's different Desi🫶🏽: I hope so...I feel like I'm making a wrong decision... Binky💗: I promise you, you're not making a wrong decision just see how it is at first and if you don't like it then you can come back home Desi🫶🏽: sigh alright I'll trust your word on it Binky💗: good! 🙂 Desi🫶🏽: 🙄🙄 Binky💗: what??? 😭😭 anyways tell me was the dick good? Desi🫶🏽: BIANCA! 😳😳 Binky💗: it's a yes or no question Desi was it good? Desi🫶🏽: yes it was sooo good just like a couple of months ago Binky💗: a couple of months ago??? Wait so yall been fucking around when you lived down in Tennessee? Desi🫶🏽: kindaaa meet a the strip club where I was working basically I caught his attention 😭 Binky💗: lawd my brain cannot comprehend all of this anyways girl I gotta get going I'll see you soon Desi🫶🏽: kk be safe bestie 🫶🏽

Desiree's attention was drawn to the sound of the bathroom door creaking open, revealing Jey as he stumbled in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Their gazes locked for a moment, and he quickly realized she was perched on the sink counter, patiently waiting for her clay mask to set.

He positioned himself between her legs, gripping her hips with a firm hold as he pressed his lips against hers. With a voice that sent shivers down her spine, he murmured, "Good morning, mama," leaving her breathless.

His voice was unusually deep and raspy as she held Jey's gaze, locking eyes with her intensely. "Good morning, and please, stop looking at me like that," she remarked, setting her phone down on the sink countertop.

"Or what? What'chu gonna do about it?" he teased that something that she always hated from him it was the teasing.

Desiree sighed in exasperation as she pushed him aside, making her way to the sink to splash some water on her face. Meanwhile, Jey lingered behind her, still in a playful mood, playfully gripping her hips and teasingly grinding against her.

"Joshua, stop it," She cautioned him, attempting to push him away, but he simply seized her arm, twisting it behind her as he persisted in his actions.

Desiree appreciated his playful nature, but she was still in the middle of washing her face. She attempted to pull her arm away to complete her task, but he persisted, prompting her to whine in annoyance. Jey found her reaction adorable and, with a chuckle, finally released her.

"My fault baby," Jey said as he smack her ass before leaving the bathroom.

Desiree just rolled her eyes at him while continuing to wash her face in peace.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Desiree emerged from the shower, slipping into her form-fitting two-piece jumpsuit that accentuated her figure beautifully. Jey, eager to spend quality time with her before her flight back to Atlanta, suggested they go out for breakfast. She was staying with him until he returned from his wrestling tour, making this the perfect opportunity for a memorable meal together.

As she gazed into the mirror, adjusting her hair, she felt his arm encircle her waist, his warmth enveloping her. He nestled his neck against hers, and Desiree inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne. A gentle kiss on her cheek made her smile, igniting a spark of joy within her.

"You ready to get something to eat?" he asked.

"yeah, I'm hungry you better be paying too," Desiree said while Jey chuckled.

"Whatever you say mama," Desiree took her purse and keys, handing them over to Jey, who was treating her to breakfast before his trip to Atlanta. She was taken aback when he had already entrusted her with the keys to his house, realizing just how significant this moment was for her.

As they cruised toward their destination, the atmosphere in the car was electric, fueled by the music that filled the air. Jey, effortlessly steering with one hand, rested his other hand on Desiree's thigh. This simple gesture ignited a spark within her, making her admire him even more, all while he remained blissfully unaware of the effect he was having on her.

His salt-and-pepper beard and mullet hairstyle complemented him so flawlessly that it felt as if he belonged to a different world. How did she manage to find someone like him? Desiree often finds herself overanalyzing this remarkable situation.

As she gazed out the window, the sun's rays caressed her skin, illuminating her beauty like a goddess. Meanwhile, he kept his focus on the road, steering them toward their destination.

Upon arriving at their destination, she was pleasantly surprised to find it was Waffle House, a place she adored. He noticed her face brighten with joy as he shifted the car into park.

He switched off the engine, removed the keys, and tucked them into his pocket. Then, he stepped out of the car and opened the door for Desiree.

"I didn't know you were taking us to Waffle House," she said.

"I could see you've been here before back home right?" Jey said as she nodded her head.

"I love me some Waffle House honestly, c'mon so we can eat boy I am hungry," Jey interlocked his hands into hers as they walked inside the place together.

The hostess smiled at them before speaking, "Hello two people for today?" she asked while we both nodded their heads.

The hostess guided them to their seats, handing out menus and straws while assuring them that their waitress would be with them shortly.

Desiree and Jey started perusing the menu side by side, both eager to decide on their meal. As Desiree glanced up at him, she felt the warmth of Jey's hand gently caressing her leg, adding an intimate touch to their shared moment.

"What?" Desiree questioned him.

"Nothing just looking at yo' cute ass that's all mama," he said.

"Well the way you're feeling up on me says something different from that answer," she said.

He raised an eyebrow at her, "is that so? Tell me then?" here he go with the teasing again it was like he couldn't keep his hands off of her.

Before she could say something their waitress came with a smile on her face while they did the same thing for her, "Hi, my name is Jasmine I'll be your waitress for today can I get yall started with something to drink?" she said.

"I'll have a lemonade with ice please," Desiree said.

"Alrighty, what about you sir?"

"I'll also get a lemonade," she nodded her head asking them were they ready to order their food as they said yes and began telling the waitress what they wanted.

Desiree was surprised at what Jey had ordered when she just wanted something simple this nigga was ordering the whole buffet, after taking down their order she told them that their food will be with them shortly.

Meanwhile Jey was waiting for Desiree to finish saying what she was saying earlier while Desiree was drinking her lemonade.

"Like I was saying it seems like you want more than just admiring me sir," Desiree said.

"I can't feel on my lady in public?"

She shook her head snickering at him, "I'm just saying what I'm saying that's all," she said while shrugging her shoulders.

"Yeah, aight little girl,"

Desiree got tired of him calling her little girl knowing damn well she was a grown ass women she threw up the middle finger at him, "I am not a little girl nigga," she remarked while rolling her eyes.

"You're when you're around me so I don't wanna hear none of that," Jey retorted.

He wasn't wrong about that though, he treats me like I'm his little princess

Desiree just sat there in silence not saying anything while drinking her lemonade waiting on their food.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree ensured that all her belongings were packed after they shared breakfast, preparing for her flight to Atlanta. Unfortunately, Jey couldn't join her on the flight as he had to return to work for house shows. This separation weighed heavily on her, leaving her feeling quite troubled.

She longed for him to remain by her side, but he had his responsibilities to attend to, just as she did. Perhaps she would find some new friends at her new job at the strip club, and with any luck, it would be a drama-free experience.

He assisted her with her luggage, accompanying her as she collected her ticket and made her way to the security gate for scanning. Just before she entered, Jey embraced her one final time and shared a tender kiss on the lips.

"Can't you come with me?" Desiree asked.

"I wish I could baby doll, but I head back to work for tonight's house show you'll see me once I'm done with this tour okay?" Jey said.

Desiree let out a deep sigh as she nodded, wrapping her arms around him for one final embrace before heading to security. The challenges of long-distance relationships weighed heavily on her mind, filling her with anxiety and uncertainty. She couldn't shake the feeling of overthinking everything, all while hoping she had made the right choice.

She navigated through security, pulling her luggage behind her as she made her way to the gate, determined to board her flight on time. It felt like a new beginning for her, having only spent a few months in Tennessee before meeting him. Now, she was embarking on a new adventure, relocating all the way to Atlanta to be with him.

Desiree placed her belongings on the table in front of her before settling into the window seat. As was her routine, she slipped on her wireless headphones, pulled out her iPad, and started sketching her tattoo designs.

As she was engaged in her task, a notification from iMessage caught her attention. Initially, she dismissed the unfamiliar phone number, assuming it was just a mistaken message sent her way. However, upon closer inspection, she realized there was more to the message than she first thought.

It was fucking Jayden

what the fuck did he want?

IMESSAGE 💬 Jayden🖕🏽: So you think you can just replace me with some bummy ass wrestler?

She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Why did he have to make her life difficult just when she was finally making progress? Torn between replying to his messages and focusing on her tattoo designs, she felt frustrated and uncertain about her next move.

Desiree made the choice to ignore his messages while immersing herself in her designs. Despite his persistent texts seeking a response, she turned her phone to Do Not Disturb, determined to concentrate on her work. She refused to let him distract her from her creative flow.

Jayden🖕🏽: don't fucking ignore me Desiree

She angled her headphones to the side as she realized the plane was preparing for its journey to Atlanta, prompting her to dive into her playlist for some music.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of Jey, curious about what he might be doing right now. She had no time to concern herself with Jayden and the drama he was entangled in.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree arrived in Atlanta, wheeling her luggage behind her as she explored the bustling airport. She marveled at the various shops and eateries, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere. Excited to reconnect, she assured Jey that she would send him a message as soon as she made her way to his place.

Desiree removed her phone from Do Not Disturb mode and was met with a series of alarming messages from Jayden, who was threatening to harm her and Jey if she didn't respond. However, she dismissed his threats without a second thought, fully aware that he was merely trying to intimidate her, as he always did whenever she spent time with other guys.

Desiree stood patiently on the curb, scanning her phone for the messages Jadyen had sent her while she awaited the arrival of a taxi to take her to her destination.

IMESSAGE 💬 Jayden🖕🏽: when I find you Desiree I'm going to fuck you up Jayden🖕🏽: that nigga isn't going to love you like how I did Jayden🖕🏽: DONT LEAVE ME ON FUCKING READ

Desiree chose to rise above his negative energy and the threats he directed at her. She remained hopeful that when they crossed paths again, she would find the strength to cope with the discomfort of being apart from him.

She hopped into the taxi, quickly informing the driver of her destination before replying to Jayden's incessant messages, as he was being overly clingy.

Desiree💔: Jayden leave me the fuck alone you're such a weirdo

Desiree let out a heavy sigh as she settled into her seat, her fingers massaging her temple. She felt overwhelmed, unsure of how to handle Jayden, who was darting around and speaking carelessly to her.

As she gazed out the window, she marveled at the beauty of Atlanta, wondering if this was where Jey was staying. The stunning view captivated her, especially as the sun dipped below the horizon, washing away all the negativity she had been feeling.

Her phone was inundated once more with Jayden's menacing messages, prompting her to switch it off until she reached home. She simply couldn't handle this situation right now.

Upon reaching Jey's house, she expressed her gratitude to the taxi driver, tipping him generously before retrieving her luggage from the trunk. After shutting the trunk, she made her way to the front door. As she glanced up at the house, it was evident that Jey was well-off, as reflected in the impressive architecture and overall appearance of the property.

As she opened the door and entered his home, she couldn't help but admire the surroundings. He truly had a talent for decorating; the aesthetic appeal of his space was nothing short of stunning. Every detail reflected a keen eye for beauty, making the atmosphere inviting and captivating.

Desiree felt a strong urge to explore his home, but she decided to save that adventure for another day. As she made her way upstairs, she noticed there were two bedrooms available. She chose the guest bedroom for herself, envisioning it as a cozy retreat.

As she unzipped her suitcase and started to arrange her belongings for the night, her phone buzzed incessantly. Curiosity piqued, she picked it up and saw that Jey was calling her on FaceTime.

FACETIME Joshua💵: Hey mama you settled in Desiree🦋: yeah I love your house already Joshua💵: why thank you Ma Desiree🦋: of course seems like you have good taste Joshua💵: sure do Desiree🦋: may I ask when are you returning? Joshua💵: imma be home this weekend mama Desiree🦋: that's good at least yall would get a break Joshua💵: hell yeah, I miss you

'He missed me?' Desiree thought to herself thinking a man like him would miss her? Something she never experienced before.

'Don't confess that you miss him'

'It'll only make you look weak so that later down on the line he'll manipulates you'

Desiree🦋: I miss you too Joshua💵: oh yeah? Desiree🦋: yeah...I do Joshua💵: lemme' see yo' cute ass Desiree🦋: Joshua... Joshua💵: let daddy see mama

Damn that struck a fucking nerve when he said that in a lower tone

Desiree felt an electric wave coming down her spine all the way down to her pussy making her feel some type of way about him, she put her face in the camera making eye contact with him through the phone.

He was simply gazing at her, his tongue brushing over his lips, making them shine, lost in admiration of her beauty without uttering a single word.

Joshua💵: I wanna come home so bad Desiree🦋: why? Joshua💵: don't play with me desiree you know why I wanna come home badly Desiree🦋: mhm

Desiree set her phone down on the dresser as she began to undress, completely unaware that she was still on a FaceTime call with Jey. He couldn't help but admire her stunning figure, taking in every curve that he had longed to see while they were apart.

He could feel his arousal growing as he gazed at her.

Desiree🦋: Josh? You good? Joshua💵: mhm...baby I'm good... Desiree🦋: seems like you're distracted Joshua💵: indeed I am baby...can you bend over for me tryna see something Desiree🦋: what'chu tryna see? Joshua💵: them pretty pussy lips mama

Desiree's cheeks flushed with warmth at his words, prompting her to comply with his request. She leaned forward, allowing Jey a clear view, and playfully teased him by parting her legs and gently caressing her wet folds, eager to gauge his reaction.

Joshua💵: tryna show out huh? teasing me and shit like I won't book a flight to come see you Desiree🦋: maybe for you and what's stopping you? Joshua💵: work is what's stopping me from being in all of that Desiree🦋: that's disappointing to hear sir

While on the other end of the phone, she continued to tease him by massaging her folds in a circler motion and softly moaning his name for him to hear. The way she was caressing herself for him was making Jey lose his cool.

Desiree had never ventured beyond her comfort zone before, but she felt a deep conviction that Jey was the person capable of dismantling the barriers she had carefully constructed over time.

'Desiree stop this'

'You're only going to hurt yourself in the end after this'

'He doesn't love you, you're just a stripper that he met at the club, he don't want you,'

Joshua💵: lemme' see that pussy up close and keep rubbing it like that mama

As she crawled up on the bed, Desiree reached for the phone and turned the camera around on the FaceTime chat, displaying him her attractive pussy while she watched him pull down his sweats and reveal his dick.

Desiree had never engaged in phone sex before. She had attempted it with Jayden in the past, but his lack of enthusiasm left her feeling deflated and insecure. However, the prospect of trying it with Jey felt entirely different and much more promising.

As she watched Jey move his dick up and down while moaning her name and hoping that her lovely lips would suck him off, she kept rubbing her now-wet folds in a circular motion.

Joshua💵: fuck...can't wait until I get home...just to see you.. Desiree🦋: me too...shit Joshua💵: keep goin mama...love that shit Desiree🦋: it's so big papa... Joshua💵: you can handle it princess..

While visualizing Jey putting her in a back-shot position, tugging on her hair, spitting in her mouth, and pushing her ass back on him while he fucked her, Desiree flung her head back in pleasure and swiped her clit, spreading her legs a little farther.

All of the nasty shit she could think of doing with him, things she wanted Jayden to do but didn't want too.

Desiree🦋: fuck..Joshua... Joshua💵: talk to me baby... Desiree🦋: I want you to fuck me so bad... Joshua💵: you miss daddy's dick huh? Ouu fuck... Desiree🦋: yess I do...I really do... Joshua💵: tell me how bad you miss daddy's dick sweetheart Desiree🦋: ouuu shit...I miss it so much...I want it inside of me so bad...I want you to beat this pussy up when you come home papa... Joshua💵: mhmm... Desiree🦋: nut all in me papa...all in me... Joshua💵: yeah? I will, imma bust all of my nut in yo' shit you hear me?

Desiree moved her motions faster as she was getting close to her oragsm watching Jey's body sweat up continuously stroking his dick faster. She threw her head back in the pillow continuing to say dirty things to him she was yearning more for him.

Desiree🦋: It's coming Joshua..fuck it's coming.. Joshua💵: keep goin' baby daddy's almost there just wait for me.. Desiree🦋: I can't wait...fuck... Joshua💵: you got it baby yes you can Desiree🦋: fuck...

She didn't know how long she could keep this up feeling a pit go down her stomach signaling that she was about to come, all you could hear was heavy breathing coming from the both of them.

Desiree🦋: I'm coming! I'm coming Josh! Joshua💵: fuckkk...oh fuck...

Desiree rolled the eyes in the back of her head as she felt her juices flowing out from her as her body shook from the intense orgasm that she just experienced, while seeing Jey's semen shooting out like a volcano onto his stomach.

Desiree and Jey were both panting, struggling to synchronize their breaths. As Jey rose from his chair and headed to the bathroom to freshen up, Desiree felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Defeated, she succumbed to fatigue and drifted off to sleep while still on the phone.

As Jey approached the phone, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sound of her soft snores drifting through the line. With a smile, he decided to hang up, keeping his little secret. What she was blissfully unaware of was that Jey was on his way home early, eager to surprise her with his presence.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Jey arrived home and noticed Desiree's shoes neatly placed on the shoe rack beside the couch by the entrance. He stepped inside, gently closing the door behind him to ensure he didn't disturb her slumber.

He ascended the stairs softly, believing she would be in his bedroom, but to his surprise, she wasn't there. Setting his bag aside, he made his way to the guest room. As he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of her peacefully sleeping, completely bare beneath the covers.

Jey let out a soft laugh as he removed his shirt, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Climbing into bed beside Desiree, he wrapped the blanket around them, drawing her closer until her head rested comfortably on his chest. With gentle strokes, he caressed her cheeks, savoring the intimate moment they shared.

He marveled at her beauty as he leaned in to gently kiss her lips, causing her to stir slightly in her slumber with a soft whimper. As he traced soothing circles on her back, he couldn't help but admire the serene way she slept, completely at peace.

She's so perfect I don't understand why she doesn't see how perfect she is.

She's so closed off and scared but I'm breaking into her walls, I want her to be vulnerable with me I won't judge her for it, even if she does accuse me imma still love her correctly, I think that's all she needs someone to love her correctly.

Imma prove my love to her every single time, she ain't running from me I won't let her.

His concentration was shattered by the incessant notifications from her phone. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and noticed several messages from a guy named Jayden. A wave of suspicion washed over him—could this be her abusive ex-boyfriend? Jey pondered as he used her Face ID to unlock the device. He began to read the messages, his heart racing as he absorbed every word.

IMESSAGE 💬 Jayden🖕🏽: so my people telling me you down in atl? Jayden🖕🏽: wait until I see you since you're a whore who works at a strip club Jayden🖕🏽: that bummy ass wrestler ain't gonna save you fr and you know it Jayden🖕🏽: you know you can come back home to me anytime whenever you leave his ass Jayden🖕🏽: you know you miss this dick shawty Jayden🖕🏽: ignoring me again huh?

Jey was in disbelief at the scene unfolding before him. Was this really what she had to endure with this guy? He silenced Jayden's messages, then set her phone down on the dresser beside him.

He settled into the bed, drawing her near and enveloping her in warmth. With a gentle kiss on her temple, Jey felt a deep affection for Desiree, wishing she could truly recognize how much she meant to him, free from the doubts that clouded her mind.

He was on the brink of sleep when he caught Desiree softly murmuring in her dreams, "I love you, Josh... please don't leave me... alone... I love you..." Her words filled him with warmth, revealing her true feelings that she struggles to acknowledge.

"I love you too," he whispered.

NOVACANE

A/n: well I believe Jey is breaking down Desiree's walls that she has been keeping up for the longest getting to the point where she falls in love with him more and more each time but she won't admit it and Jayden needs to go jump off a cliff atp...

I am feeling a bit better now hopefully 🤞🏽 but I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

#jey uso #black oc #black writers #black fanfic writer #jey x oc black #wwelove #jey uso fanfiction #black reader #jey uso smut #wwe fanfiction

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hivechose · 10 months ago

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@feminaferitas liked for a lyric based starter

There's a small, humorless chuckle before she speaks, "When will everyone have every reason to call all my bluffs?" It's the feeling that's been with her since her knee injury, since she started overusing pain medications to cope with it. The feeling has only grown since ending up stuck in the wilderness. She's tried to keep it quiet, not wanting to draw anymore attention to any of it. But of, course, it was bound to overflow eventually. Now, after her knee gave out when trying to lug water back to the cabin, it's been waiting for anyone to voice it. "I mean, we all know I can't do anything out here, how long until people just say it?"

#i left this kinda open ended for any of the wilderness girls so whoever you're feeling works!!#and if you want something different just lmk #feminaferitas #you don't know who you are until you hate yourself (chess: interactions)

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stood-onthecliffside · 9 months ago

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the secret of us by @gracieabrams : an experience reimagined

#i am aware this is NOT my best work but i did want to do something different and it didnt come out the way i hoped for #i wanted to add some retro/vintage vibes to it because of the font used in the og one. wanting to add the fan was a big one because i alway #associated it with being scandalous and gossip-y and just so dramatic so i did want to lean into it as an entire concept #as usual :) asking for the entire process + the thought process are more than welcomed :)#gracieabrams #gracie abrams #the secret of us #gracie abrams edit #gracie abrams aesthetic #the secret of us gracie abrams #risk #risk gracie abrams #tagging people i usually do so if you dont consume this media please choose to ignore + lmk so i can remove y'all :)#tusercleo #tsusermeggie #tsusermels #tsuservio #tsuserjen #usersar #useredith #tsuserclaire #userjake #usercellphonehippie #usertehe #gracieabramsedit #userelyn #userelena #userthelasttime #tsuserjime #thingschanged

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roboraindrop · 2 years ago

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Hey plus size or underweight self shippers? Your f/os don't see your weight as a flaw. They love you for all that you are, and that includes everything. Yes, human beings are very flawed. Yes, your f/os do love your flaws as well! But, your weight is not a flaw. Just wanted to make sure you knew that. 💕

#weight mention #if anybody needs anything tagged please lmk!!#I just.... certain positivity posts... while they have love and good intentions behind them #can have wording that makes us with Bad Brains interpret something different than what was went #*meant #this post is for us. Our weight is not a flaw.#there is so morality attached to weight. if you want to change it your f/o supports you endlessly!#if you dont or cant change it for whatever reason then!! they still love and support you!!!#its never something they 'overlook' because the rest if you is so good. your body is good too. as it is.#i love you. stay safe ok?

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hi i’m the anon who asked to make more of the reverse au

i realised i’m actually pretty terrible at writing and am terrified of posting my work anywhere but i still have so many ideas. i thought i’d just share them here in case you or anyone else is interested (you don’t have to read them i just want to get them out of my head)

-scott and jimmy become pen pals and write to each more and more until it’s a daily occurrence. through the letters jimmy tells scott everything that was said in dissonant air (he can’t control his powers, he never meant to hurt anyone, the depressing thoughts, etc)

-they see each others real faces during a poorly timed letter delivery. scott had come to give jimmy his letter in his civilian get-up at the same time jimmy was leaving his apartment

-scott didn’t return to being a hero between the times he was kidnapped from his injuries and from his fear of seeing xornoth again. he stayed trapped in his house writing letters. his friends were more than happy to help him buy groceries and stuff every once in a while. nobody noticed when he got kidnapped except for jimmy, since the letters stopped coming. at first jimmy thought scott had come to his senses and stopped talking to him but still had a feeling something was wrong

-jimmy tried to tell the other hero’s something was wrong but they didn’t trust him. after days of constantly bothering them and insisting major was in danger they finally complied. jimmy told them about scott’s previous kidnapping and they got on the case

-the hero’s tried to find xornoths lair by themselves (they wouldn’t let jimmy help for obvious reasons) but gave in after months of failure and let poor jimmy help. he used what information he could find from all of the letters he was sent. it wasn’t a lot but it was enough to work with

wow this got long. sorry about that! there’s still other stuff i had in my head with this (like with what was going on with scott during all of this and how they get him out) but idk if you’d want to hear more. sorry if this was bad i’m not the best with writing and grammar

I never thought I would write anything else for this au of an au. But hey, here we are.

For clarity's sake, Jimmy is 'S' and Scott is 'M'.

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Hey! Hope everything’s good. Sorry about your security camera :/ I think I broke it… But I just wanted to say thank you for not mentioning me to the police. Or the reporters. Yeah. Sorry. But I hope you’re getting to feeling better! Thanks again and sorry again

Thanks

Thank you for your help.

-M

Hey, just wanted to let you know I got your note! Glad I could help, really. I feel like I never do anything right, so it was nice to be able to help someone for once. On a related note, I think your groceries went bad. Sorry :( I should start pre-writing these so that I don’t stand on your doorstep for so long. But how does getting groceries delivered work? I’ve been wanting to try it for a while because supermarkets are a landmine. But I hope you’re well! I hope you’re eating enough. Sorry about the groceries.

Thanks!!

Please do not stand on my doorstep to write notes.

You visit the store’s website and click the delivery option.

-M

Thanks for the advice about the whole shopping thing! I haven’t done it yet because I dropped my phone into an incinerator the other day and I’m still trying to buy a new one but the power goes out every time I walk into an electronics store. I’ll try it out once I have a new one though!! And I’m so so sorry I know I shouldn’t stand on your doorstep because like anyone could pass by, which is why I’ve only been stopping by at night, but I think Pearl almost saw me the other night so I’ll be more careful.

Sorry again!!

P.S. Sorry I’m standing on your doorstep but I was just wondering why you haven’t done any interviews?? You’ve been back for while now and people are going to worry… just checking to make sure you’re okay! Getting kidnapped can kind of take it out of you for a while :/

Sorry you haven’t said anything I just wanted to let you know that I tried out the delivery thing!! It worked really well actually I didn’t have to sign for it or anything just came right up to my doorstep. A lot of the stuff wasn’t what I ordered and the jam I wanted had shattered but it worked and it was way less stressful than usual so you’re the best for telling me how to do it thanks so much!

P.S. sorry sorry sorry but you don’t have to write me back if you don’t want to, I just wanted to check that you’re doing okay! Have a good week :)

If they sent you the wrong items, you should get a refund.

Thank you. I don’t plan on any public appearances until I don’t panic when I go outside for the time being. I am recovering well.

-M

Okay you didn’t say to stop writing but it was good to hear from you! I felt really bad that I couldn’t help you more that night so I just worry. I’ve been thinking lately though that you probably don’t want to hear from me though so I can stop.

I do need to say something first, though. I mentioned it when you were at my at that apartment with me, but I don’t know how much you remember from then or anything. But basically I’m so so sorry about everything. Like literally everything. I’ve never forgiven myself for Aeor and I don’t expect you to, either, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry. If I could change everything I would. Believe me I would. I’ve hurt too many people. It would be better if I didn’t exist. I don’t deserve to I’ve hurt I should just start a new note at this point, haha. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to write any more notes. I’ll stop. I hope you’re doing well and you continue to recover!

P.S. last time I got kidnapped I was really scared of going back to my apartment so I moved and I felt better, so maybe you need a bit of time out of the city to help you get tip-top :)

Thank you for the apology.

And my therapist thinks that might be an unhealthy way of coping, as much as I might agree with you that getting away sounds nice. I’m working through it.

You don’t have to stop writing.

-M

I AM SO SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE AT MY DOOR BEFORE I WALKED OUT LET’S NEVER TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN

Anyways wow you have a therapist that’s good!! My advice isn’t really good haha sorry. I actually did therapy for a little when I was in school but then everything went really bad with my powers and but then things didn’t work out. I don’t know why I crossed that out. Basically I was in therapy to try and learn how to control my powers and well we know how that ended up.

Quick question maybe I haven’t paid enough attention to you on tv but are your eyes naturally that blue? Because it’s really blue.

This is my natural eye color.

I didn’t know that there was a therapy program for children who struggle to control their powers. You said it didn’t help, though. I’m glad that you were able to figure it out without professional help.

You were kidnapped before. Does it get any easier? I’m sorry to hear that.

-M

Oh so about the therapy thing yeah my powers came when I was like 15 and that’s usually a little old for that therapy but they made a special exception. But no it didn’t work. Actually my parents were planning to send me away to a specialist where I could get the help I needed but it never ended up happening. So I just never learned how to control them.

On a related note a giraffe ate my new phone but I tried out the delivery thing again before that! I kind of expect to get the wrong things because of my powers haha so I’m not going to complain about my ten bottles of ketchup. But my jam did shatter again so I have to decide if it’s worth the anxiety of going to the store.

The first time I got kidnapped, I was really scared. I didn’t know what was happening. They wanted information, I think? I was panicking really bad because they kept pointing guns at my head. I got out pretty quick but it was bad for a long time. I didn’t want to leave my apartment. I mean I never do, really, but it was even worse.

I don’t know when I moved on. I think my sink broke and I was forced to leave the house, but moving isn’t the same as moving on, you know? Like you can run anywhere but it’s usually just running away. You have to face it.

Thanks for the advice. I really liked that last thing you said.

I don’t want to face them, though. I know I have to, but what if they take me again?

I’m sorry. These are my problems, not yours.

-M

Oh gosh I didn’t mean you have to face Xornoth!! No that sounds bad! They literally kidnapped and tortured you for like a month dude! Honestly forget what I said about the whole running away thing, you should really try to get away from this situation if you can. You shouldn’t feel responsible for Xornoth when they hurt you like that, let someone else deal with that! There are tons of supers in the city, just tell one of your friends that you don’t want to be involved with Xornoth and they’ll take care of it!

I’m the Primary Protector, though. It’s my job to face the city’s greatest threats, and Xornoth is one of them. I should be able to handle them.

I don’t want my friends to see me any differently. They already give me weird looks. I honestly wasn’t very badly hurt—I was mostly malnourished. They don’t understand why I’m not back in the game yet. I don’t know how to tell them.

I wish I could leave.

-M

:(( it sounds like you’re really struggling. Do you think you might have PTSD? You don’t have to answer that. But you should take your time! If it was anyone else, I think they’d have moved very far away to get away from the danger which is smart. It’s actually really upsetting that you can’t. Maybe you can work out like a code with your friends so that they can come in and handle Xornoth if they show up while you’re working? Honestly just the fact that they were able to kidnap you once means that there should be extra protection for you. Heck maybe I can do something.

If you need anything though I’m here. I don’t get it exactly but I kind of know what it’s like. I mean yeah I’ve been kidnapped before a couple of times but I know what it’s like to not want to go outside in general. To be scared of what could happen. Well you have other friends but I’m here to help if I can. I don't make promises ever because they never work out for me but I'm here.

Thank you for the offer. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help.

I have been diagnosed with PTSD, actually. I’m also readjusting to my antidepressants still, so my therapist thinks some of my anxieties come from the meds change and will even out in time.

I think I’ll do a public interview soon. I don’t want them to think that they’ve scared me away.

They’re dangerous. Please don’t endanger yourself. They experimented on me They might try to It isn’t worth the risk.

-M

The craziest fight happened downtown!

Okay so I was really just trying to get to the Planet Fitness to take a shower (I’m not homeless haha my shower is broken again) but Mythics was battling Pearl downtown and it was WILD. Like they were not pulling any punches, and I thought they were kind of friendly rivals but this was just crazy! But then the Oracle got involved? So the fight just kind of stopped when he touched them and then he left. I thought the Oracle was a villain but that was vigilante behavior if you ask me. I get it though, if I could’ve done that I would’ve. Like maybe he just needed to take a shower too.

Anyways my powers decided to make everything ten times worse like usual so a giant worm burst out of the ground. Maybe I should have let the Oracle touch me too so that I could join Mythics and Pearl on the ground crying. They’re fine btw some civilians dragged them out of the way of the worm. I was too busy trying to figure out a way to deal with the worm. I think Mythics woke up and magicked it into one of his portal things.

But anyways it was crazy. Well you probably already saw it on the news or something.

I hope the interview goes well!! How does that even work? Like does somebody come to your house or do you go to the news station or what? I'm assuming you've done a couple of interviews before idk.

I saw about the attack. You should look up ‘tired man throws phone at giant worm video’ if you haven't seen it.

For the interview, I reach out to a news outlet and set up an interview (or, more often, they reach out to me). Then we usually meet in a nice room in their office. I've done tons of interviews, you can find them on my twitter or on youtube.

I'm nervous about the interview. I tried to get a reporter I like but I just know that they'll ask me why I've been away. I don't want them to think I'm weak. It isn't your problem, anyways. I'll talk about it with my therapist.

Really though, you should watch that video.

-M

NOOO THAT'S SO BAD THAT SHOULD BE A CRIME

In my defense I was really tired and I just threw whatever was in my hand at the worm, I didn't realize it was my phone.

I've never given an interview before but man that sounds stressful. I hope it goes well! I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention me in it of course but you know that. Good luck and let me know how it goes!

Also if it helps at all taking time off definitely doesn't make you weak. Sometimes it's even stronger to admit you need a break than to keep powering through. Especially after being held captive and tortured for a month.

Good luck again!!

P.S. your cat is super cute but maybe she shouldn't be outside? It's really dangerous for cats to live outdoors and I don't want to accidentally hurt her :((

Thanks for the kind words.

I can send you the link to the interview if you tell me your phone number. Or I can dm it to you on twitter—is the verified account actually you? The one that mostly shares scam links and random ip addresses?

Also I'm working on leash training Elle, so that we can go on walks and she can be an inside cat.

-M

I've tried to write this note like fifty times but the paper keeps tearing so I'll keep it short. My phone number changes a lot and I currently don't have a phone (giraffe again) but I'll just look it up when I get one! And yep that's my twitter, I try to delete the old pictures of me it posts but I gave up on when it posts my location.

Good luck again!

Why don’t you delete twitter?

-M

I did :(

Solidarity, your life kind of sucks.

-M

You’ve got no room to talk, mister.

So that’s what it is, isn’t it? We’re just two losers.

-M

P.S. but, for the record, your life is way worse than mine.

Okay I’ve got a new phone and I watched the interview! You did incredible, I think I would’ve run away like two seconds in. Like even when they asked that one question about why you weren’t back to work when you’re pretty much physically all right, you really kept it together. I was genuinely so impressed.

Also you’re looking good! I don’t know how to explain it haha, but you look a lot better than you did on my living room floor. How are you doing? Do you think it went well?

I’d look a lot better in your bed Thanks for watching. It was hard. It was really hard. But I think it helped. I feel kind of better about getting back into it all. Not yet, but maybe soon.

Do you ever wish you’d chosen a different path in life?

-M

I never really had a choice to make.

P.S. but if I wasn’t powered, I think I’d want to do something with my hands. I used to think subways were the coolest thing ever. I wouldn’t mind learning how to fix a subway car.

I studied to be an architect. I loved city architecture. I wanted to design skyscrapers.

I didn’t ever plan to be a hero full-time, but I do like it. I enjoy my job. I’m famous, I live comfortably, I do cool stuff on TV.

But what if I would’ve been happier as an architect?

Sorry, this isn’t your problem. I should talk to my therapist about it.

-M

P.S. Maybe you can take a community college mechanics course?

I really can’t, cars tend to break down around me. I don’t even take Ubers anymore (not related to the car breaking-down thing, but because last time the driver held me at gunpoint and stole my phone and wallet).

Honestly mate, if you want to be an architect I'd say go for it. Even if it's only something you can do on the side you know? There's tons of people who never got the chance to do what they love. You deserve a good life.

Thanks. I'm sorry that you never got to choose. You deserve a good life, too.

I can't let Xornoth win. If I run away, it's defeat. If I don't do anything about it, they might hurt someone else.

I need to take care of this myself.

-M

That sounds like a suicide note.

Wouldn't be the first time.

-M

You should ask your friends for help. You don't have to do this alone. You shouldn't face them alone.

I haven't really talked to anyone since I got back. I know it isn't healthy but I can't. They don't get it. They don't know what Xornoth did to me. I can't let it happen to anyone else. They're a danger to the city and it's my duty to take them down. Alone.

I'm sorry.

-M

You aren't alone, okay? If you have no one else, you have me.

Thank you.

-M

P.S. it means so much to me. I consider you a friend. You have me, too.

I saw you on the news fighting the Engineers. You looked good! The fight went really well. How do you feel about it? Is there anything I can do to like support you?

P.S. Elle won't stop begging me for belly rubs but each time I try she nips my fingers :(

Hey are you doing all right? I mean you took a little bit of a hit in that fight so it's okay if you can't make it to my apartment to drop off a note haha. You can email me if it's easier [email protected].

Major please just like let me know that you're okay.

I may have broken into Blossom’s house (I meant to just knock but the door fell down) and she kicked my butt but she hasn't seen you in a while, she said. Are you okay? I'll break into your house next haha.

I know you told me not to write notes while I'm on your doorstep but if you don't open the door by tomorrow night I'm breaking in. Elle keeps trying to get me to follow her inside. I'm going to watch your house until tomorrow night, okay? You don't have to write back, just open the door.

I'll come for you.

P.S. I didn't mean to sound weird or creepy I mean I have your back. I'll come save you if they got you.

I promise.

#empires smp #esh au #empires smp fanfic #empires superpowers au #mas writes #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #anon please don't let this preclude you from writing more #bc i would love to see it if you want!!#i deliberately left plenty of gaps in case anyone felt like filling them in #it was fun to write though #i did not expect to write this #they're both disasters and i love them #something just hits different about enemy domain jimmy #this is on ao3 under the name 'from the enemy domain'#similar to the other from this au of au 'into the enemy domain'#ummm lmk what you think #love you guys

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