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badeditz · 1 year ago

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No Pain, No Game

this is my first fanfiction so its probably rushed into plot ect. Its Max Verstappen x Y/N.

Tw.

Swearing, Violence, Mentions of Blood, Alcohol, Car Crash, Very Unrealistic, A bit Rushed, Sex/Mentions of it (eg. Being Turned on.).

I think thats everything, its also unfinished :)

13+ - if you are under the age of 13 please don't read this fanfic.

enjoy.

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Driving for Red bull had its ups and downs. There were more positives luckily, such as, benefit's, pay; the car itself. But, a huge disadvantage? Your teammate - Max Verstappen. The three times world champion wasn't happy when you made an appearance on the team. Something just didn't click between them, and you were determined to figure out what it was, and why.

"Y/n." your advisors voice broke you out of your thoughts. "P2, great work!" He compliments, "How'd you feel about it?" he asked.

"Pretty shit." you said, not looking at him from the seat. "With Max in pole position, its basically a scrap for the win." you admitted you're thoughts sheepishly. He nods his head, understanding your worries. "What if one of us screw up? What if i crash, or he does?" you mutter, it was mainly a thought to yourself, but he heard it anyways.

"Just don't beat yourself up over it. you'll do fine."

But, you're thoughts told you otherwise.

You nodded in appritation of his words. It wasn't the crash you were worried about, it was your teammates reaction that scared you... you tried not to think about it, but the thought was engraved into your mind.

It was Sunday morning, 8:17 am, the sun was hidden behind a fog of clouds; as Redbull were in a meeting with the two teammates to make a stratergy.

You tried to listen, you really did, but you're thoughts and the looks Max were giving you had distracted you completely, as the poor stratagist explained everything.

You were anxiously bobbing your right leg up and down as you were lost in you're own thoughts. Surprisingly, people around you didn't notice - or they just didn't care, but it was far beyond her now.

POV changed to 3rd person:

She was walking to her room, when she got yanked into a room she was simply passing. The room was full of tables - like a briefing room, yet, no one was sat in a meeting. In fact no one was there at all. Except her and the person who pulled her inside.

It took her afew seconds to realise she was pratically shoved against the door, which had been closed upon her entry. She couldn't see who grabbed her, yet she could hear and feel they're breath on her. It was slow and collected, despite the situation she was in.

There was silence for a few seconds. Like the person was letting her process what was going on. Then a husky voice broke the silence, it was as if the person was trying to stay quiet, but not too quiet.

"You stay behind me in this race, you hear me?" the males voice growled, "Overtake me and see what happens." they added aggresivley. It was a threat no doubt, but why should she listen to this idiot?

She'd already put a name to the voice, which wasn't hard considering how unique the Dutch's accent was among the racers.

"Wha-" was all she could say before a hand covered her mouth. It was a bold and aggressive move, but she couldn't do anything because of the position she was in.

Max's hand stayed over her mouth to prevent her speaking, and moved her against the door, harder. "I said, do you understand?" the boy gritted through his teeth. He wasn't going to take no for an answer and it was very clear by his body language.

Since she couldn't say anything, due to him preventing words coming out her mouth, she knew a simple nod or shake of the head was all that she needed to do. She adjusted her head slightly, only to realise how close they actually were. From anyone who saw this from the outside they'd assume it was a couple being intermate, but it wasn't that. She knew it, but her brain wouldn't tell her that.

Her thoughts were clouded, with most certainly creative fantasies about this; which she wasnt happy about, for sure.

His harsh voice snapped her back into a reality check. "Y/n, I said do you fucking understand me?!" He was demanding for an answer now; and she was so dumbfounded and confused, so she just nodded like a dumb dog.

"Good girl," Were the next words to leave his mouth, moving his hand from her mouth to her chin. Guiding her face around, as if studying it. A small smirk playing at his lips. His grip was tight, tight enough to leave a red mark for an hour or two, but not tight enough to bruise her skin.

"Now go get ready for the race." He grumbled, letting her go. She could still feel his hands on her and for sure had some mark in place, and luckily it wasnt perminent, but she didn't want him to boss her about.

She knew she'd just have to deal with him for now. So she left, getting ready for this race; and man she was terrified.

She went to the garage to see her car, get her helmet, ect. All the necesities she needed to do to start the race. Max was in his own world, headphones in and getting ready. The two's relationship was clearly not a good one, and the interaction earlier added more tension.

She decided to go for a walk outside the paddock, due to having extra time. It was peaceful as she moved towards the still lake. She could hear the frogs croaking in the murky weather, it was sure to rain, it just hadn't yet, she hoped it it wouldn't effect her results in the race.

As she walked her boots squelched in the mud leaving new prints into the soil below her. Worms danced on the fresh mud and spiders crawling across the grass, begging for rain to fall, yet none did. The soil was moist - moist enough to squelch through it, but not enough to satisfy natures needs.

A whistle was heard in the distance, followed by the sound of someone calling they're dog. But she didnt pay attention to that.

As she checked the time it was 8:57 am. She had three minuets to get back to the paddock before they had the cars onto the track, so she headed back, quickly through the field.

When she suddenly tripped over in a ditch, landing on something that caused a cut to her knee, but she didnt look back. She had no time. She got back up and went to continue.

Luckily, she got back with a minuet to spare as she approached the garage. The cut wasnt too severe or painful, so she managed fine. It did however give her a rush of adrenaline, which is very useful for racing.

The car's were all lined up, fans watching as the drivers waited for the lights.

The leaderboard stood as: Max Verstappen in pole position, then Y/N L/N in P2, Lewis Hamelton P3, Charles Leclerc P4, Carlos Sainz P5, Lando Norris P6, ect.

It was good that both Redbull racers were in pole position and P2. Well, thats what they thought.

The lights turned on, adrenaline pumping through her veins. She was excited, loving the thrill of racing as most drivers did. The lights went off and the cars sped off.

There wasnt much shift in the positions in the first lap, as the clouds grew darker. Rain threatening to fall onto them.

As Y/N was driving she noticed the wheels were extra slippery, which made her nervous. If it did rain, the car could loose control and she could cause an accident.

Lap three was completed Carlos going into P4, overtaking his teammate - Charles Leclerc - Lewis went for a tire change, causing him to fall into P6, Lando P5, Charles P4, Carlos P3, Y/N P2.

The weather started spitting with rain. The track wettning becoming harder to race on. Lando managed to get to P4 as Carlos also went to a tire change.

She was nervous when the rain reports came, she felt as if the car was like Bambi on ice, and it was only a matter of time before Bambi fell.

She managed to get a 7th lap in before the second turn when she lost control of the car, crashing into Charles and Max. The three car's slid to the side of the track as a yellow flag was waved due to no one being injured. (AN ~ idk what that actually means but give me this one if im wrong)

Her body was still pumping with adrenaline when she crashed. She put her visor down, so her face was hidden by the helmet. She was upset since the accident wasnt her fault, and the tires were slippery.

She looked up, sighing. Then getting out of the car.

Charles approached her first, he was angry but understood that there wasnt anything she could have done to stop the accident. He also made sure she was okay, before going back to the paddock.

Max however, was fuming.

He approached her once Charles was gone and whacked her helmet, "Dumb bitch." he growled. "You had two jobs, dont crash and stay behind me. But you fucked it up." He spat at her, shoving her away from him.

She understood Max's rage, but felt he was being unfair, due to her not having full control of the tires.

He grabbed her collar; and pressed the two's helmets against each others harshly, "This is why you should stick to the bedroom. You can't go wrong when your being told what to do." he spat at her. "I'm all for women being in this sport, but you are something else." he said, she was happy her helmet was covering her face, so he couldnt see her silent, pathetic tears.

'You either be a dick or have one.' She thought. No way in a million years would she say that to Max. He'd kill her.

He hit her helmet again in frustration. "I cant believe you. im just so angry right now i could-." he stopped himself. He knew he was acting on emotions and not logic or fairness. He also knew he couldnt take back anything he just said to her. He was conflicted on what to do, and was reminding himself of his dad.

She was still his teammate after all. Half of him wanted to comfort her and apologize but the other half was thinking of violence. He was too conflicted. His thoughts moved to her fragile looking body, and it was safe to say that he blushed at that - subtly; and he was so thankful he kept his helmet on.

"Just- watch it next time." He said, keeping some annoyance in his tone. He then took her gloved hand into his and walked back to they're garage, with her trailing behind, like a puppy. He had a sudden urge to protect her, it was almost instinctive; so he acted on it. He wasnt weak he was just a teamplayer - is what he kept telling himself.

His face was like a cherry under the helmet, and her's was very similar. The vauge thoughts coming back to her. She didnt know why he's suddenly so lovely towards her, but didnt object.

They both knew interviewers were going to be all over what happened during and after the crash, but she was so exhausted, too exhausted to answer questions, as the adrenaline slowly left her.

Max sighed and lead her to his room, she was like a puppy, so happy and energetic, but also so vunerable and cute.

He couldnt believe he was thinking this but, maybe he was harsh because he liked her? No, he didnt like her because she was too childish, and didnt take anything seriously, right?

The thought stayed in his mind as he closed the door behind him to his room.

He faced her and put they're helmets together again, lightly this time, "im sorry Y/N." he said, "i just- i get mad, and when i get mad i act out and say things i dont mean. Its not good, i know... but i dont mean anything by it." he said, he removed his helmet and put it on the chair then took hers off, doing the same.

"You look tired," he said, not politely but it was an improvement. "Sleep." he said, putting her into his bed and tucking her in.

She was too tired, and this was new from Max. She didnt know what it meant, but she was slightly flustered by it.

As Max was about to leave she said, "wait. can you stay with me until i sleep?" it was a bold question, but she didnt want to be alone.

Max stopped, slightly shocked at the question. But reluctantly agreed. He just planned on watching her from afar, but she made spave next to her, and he couldnt resist.

The two were in an awkward silence as she closed her eyes, trying to sleep. As she was getting to sleep she shuffled closer to him, ever so slightly. He looked down at her noticing the small movement.

He sighed to himself, quietly. Then moved her so her head was on his chest. He didnt expect to be affected by this but it did something to him. It could have turned him on, made him anxious, annoyed or even happy. But whatever it was, he wasnt used to it or didnt like it. So he chickened out.

She was asleep, so he put her head onto the pillow and left. It was just too much for him at that moment.

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Im dyslexic so a lot of spelling mistakes lol

NOT proofread and not realistic

part 2 out soon !!

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bells-of-black-sunday · 5 months ago

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Also been thinking about Viktor again, not Arcane Vik, but normal League Viktor where he's mad at the world and always has been. That being said aside from other things that happened to me during the time of writing him, the biggest thing that ruined him for me was the A.rcane f.andom in general being genuinely super racist, ableist, homophobic, and transphobic. Like.... my god when one of the biggest artists that drew for it gets outed as saying its "discrimination" to not want to read trans fanfic by non-trans writers. It's pretty.... yeah.

The constant mischaracterization of Jayce into this hyper abusive edgelord where you got threats for even liking him as a character really killed a lot my interest in it which is why I switched to only writing league Viktor. And genuinely I think I'd like Arcane better if it stuck to how Viktor is in lore, I liked Arcane don't get my wrong, but not only does it not give anyone an excuse to be super fucking ableist and act like he's a soft boy who can't do anything for himself (though tbh they'd probably still do it, because how dare disabled chars get their bodily autonomy), but he just has more bite to him.

I think also leaning into why Viktor is even at the Piltover Academy would be better...? Let him and Jayce bond over the situation in Zaun where chemical spills are killing people every month and no one has safe working conditions. Let them fall apart after Viktor's work gets stolen and Jayce not wanting to lose his position has to sit by while it happens. Though lets be honest, the giant company thats know for stealing smaller artists work probably would not want to keep that story line and would rather sweep it under the rug like they do with every controversy.

Them bonding over being the only people to really understand each other and then Viktor cementing himself back in old ideals Jayce thought he had convinced him out of just... ruins things for them. The divorce arc. Jayce thinking he's killed the only person to ever understand him and being labeled a hero for it making him so incredibly jaded and an asshole, because he has to be otherwise he'd be depressed all the time. I think that's a lot more interesting to explore than a weird void cube and Jayce being thrust into the middle of a civil war.

I'm also not going to pretend like I also don't side-eye the Arcane fandom for completely ignoring and shoving Viktor's queer coding out the window just to ship him with Renata who is canonically a lesbian and already trapped him in a predatory contact. And I'm not saying Viktor can't be bisexual, but there's legit scene parallels between him and Mel putting him in her place even during the sex scene that's really blatant. It's the queer erasure where people act like others are completely stupid for thinking that he's anything, but cishet that really keeps me from writing him again which sucks, because I still have a lot of passion for him as a character.

Honestly cannot tell if the YouTubers calling the new d.bd game set in the universe, but not in the fog mid, because it's just kind of meh or if it's because it's lore based. I keep seeing people say "there's tons of d.bd references", but like..... that's fine???? It's set in the same world???? I usually like the d.ark p.icture a.nthology games (aside from m.an of m.adan that 1 was pretty meh) so I'm genuinely curious if it is mid or if it's just not the target audience.

I still feel like people got spoiled with U.ntil D.awn and forgot it is just as campy as the other games and the other games are fine.

#ooc #/muns rambles #/negative #kinda- more so bitching about fandom spaces again; but im legit not saying anything new for people who moved to only writing league vik #its just a common thing that happens idk- I miss all my little verses with him; his unhinged battle academia; his highnoon; his academy day #watch me go back to forgetting he exists in two days-

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snow--blanket · 3 years ago

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an ordinary kindness

fandom: ikesen

characters: kennyo, vaguely self insert mc but i just refer to her using the third person

words: 1773

hi this was made born out of when i was ranting on my twt about Specific Feelings, if you are on twt and you follow my priv you will know exactly the extent of my rage. anyways here’s a kennyo fic i worked on in one whole sitting bc i was Focused. enjoy!

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“I’m a demon,” Kennyo said, and there wasn’t really much to say about that. His name was Kennyo, he was a monk, and he gave her food when she was lost and wandering in the forest.

“Oh, um.” She hesitated to swallow the gruel. “Has this been poisoned?”

He blinked, then his eyebrows scrunched in that same manner her mom would when she asked a stupid question. “Of course not. I’m not so low as to stoop to trickery like the kitsune would, nor am I as callous as the demon king.”

She swallowed, finally. “I see. Thank you!”

“You’re thanking me…?”

“Yes!” She had manners, after all. She wasn’t her family’s favourite for nothing! “I was hungry, and you gave me food.” Even if it tasted like the most bland dish she’d ever had the displeasure of eating. But again, she had manners, and of course she wouldn’t say that part aloud.

It looked as though this man had never been thanked for anything in his life. “You’re welcome?”

After clicking her heels against the dirt and saying her farewell, she left the forest, and made note that there was a particularly strange man living in the forest, and that she probably went against her mother’s advice in talking to strangers.

When he met her again, it wasn’t by coincidence anymore. The basket on her back was full to the brim with radishes and mushrooms and heads of cabbages. It pained her to admit it, but she wasn’t as strong as her brother when it came to carrying heavy loads. She was better at core strength, and no one could lift boulders without her help!

“Hello there!” Her smile came easy and unbothered, but it came even easier seeing a small chipmunk nestle it’s adorable head into Kennyo’s sleeves. “Are you having a good day? I haven’t seen you in a while!”

“Ah… I suppose so.” His response was more lukewarm than the tea after a long chat, and she wondered if he was of the awkward, brooding sort. She was sure he would quickly become an eligible bachelor in her village—they loved breaking in the odd ones till they were forced to shut up!

“Oh, I—hold on…” She lifted the basket off her back and onto the dirt, and sighed in relief. “Pick anything you want from here!” How does one best express that they thought their cooking was horrible and tasteless in a non-explicit way? “These mushrooms are in season right now, and I have a knack for picking them! These radishes would go well with your, um… meals!”

Kennyo looked terribly bothered. “You don’t eat mushrooms? They taste good with some really salty soup…”

(Then again, he didn’t exactly spare seasonings with his food, if his meal to her was any indication. Maybe it was a bad choice?)

He shook his head. “I’m fine with them.”

“Are you bad at picking out the good ones? I’ll help, my little brother always picks out the rotten ones for some reason too, I don’t know if it’s good or bad luck that he always manages to fish them out from the pile…”

“Not that.” His eyes hardened when he looked at her, but the space between his eyebrows were still scrunched. “Are you not wary of me?”

That was certainly a loaded question. Was he picking a fight with her?

“Should I?”

“My appearance… Most people are scared by my scar.”

“Did they tell you?”

“No, but—”

“Then how’d you come up with that?”

He dipped his face from view, presumably from shame or embarrassment. “I’m a monster.”

She knew he was a little bit odd, but she didn’t know to what extent it was his own oddity or the answer to his circumstances. All she knew was this: “If my mom was here, she’d smack you for being so self-centered.”

He blinked. He probably didn’t expect the threat of an older woman’s care at his age.

“You keep putting words in my mouth. It’s like…” She hummed, and then snapped her fingers. “Like the other women in my village!”

Perhaps he didn’t expect that as well. “What?”

“You know, how like…” Was it this hard to talk about the gossip mongers in her village? Maybe she was afraid of getting cursed by them, too. “They’re really mean,” was all she could say. She wasn’t particularly gifted at putting thoughts into words.

“You think I’m… mean?”

“Yeah. Like.. Whenever I disagree with them on something, they’ll make it about them, or about how I don’t love them enough, or how I was raised wrong.” That last one stung to say. She was her family’s favourite for a reason! “You’re being like that.”

“I never once accused you of any of those—”

“But the… The…” What was the word again? Attitude? That didn’t sound right. Ugh, her core strength and the ability to hold up boulders three times her size was of no use here! “The way you say it, was really bad!”

“But I was simply describing myself.”

“But you tried to force that description onto me!” When she realised her voice rose louder than she intended it to, she took a breath and calmed herself down, ignoring his puzzled look. “You can think of yourself as a demon, but you tried to make it look like I was going to see you in that way, too. It’s, um… not nice. I wasn’t going to think that about you, and even if I was, you shouldn’t have tried to force it onto me. If I was going to think badly of you, it’ll be because I think you did bad things. But you haven’t done anything bad.”

“Not to you.”

“And what’s wrong with that!” She could feel her voice coming from deep within her stomach. Her mom always said that she was particularly good at yelling, and that she could be her family’s own rooster if needed. “What’s wrong with using what I know from talking with you? Besides, it’s not like I’ll never change my mind! I’m not a loyal dog!”

Kennyo remained still and seated the whole time, motionless to her booming voice. She wasn’t sure if any of what she said actually reached him, but she didn’t care. She said her piece, she stood up for herself, and that’s what mattered.

She took a particularly big radish and a handful of mushrooms and (with more force than intended) put them by his side. She wasn’t so petty that she would forfeit food because of an argument; she’d gotten into shouting matches much worse with her brothers, after all.

She clicked her heels against the dirt, wiped her hands clean, and returned home. Kennyo wasn’t just a strange man in the forest anymore—she was a strange man who hated himself, and she was sure every word of her mother’s advice was for this exact situation.

When they met again, it was not out of her own volition.

There stood Kennyo, talking with the village women, with bright fruits in hand. She had to wipe her eyes to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things, and after a painful pinch by her older brother, an annoying kick to the shin by her younger brother, and a push to the back by her mother, she realised that she really wasn’t seeing things.

“I wanted to apologise,” Kennyo said when they were both alone. Well, as alone as the villagers would allow. There was no sense in attempting to preserve secrecy when they all lived so close together. He showed her the palmful of berries in his hands. “They’re in season, and I thought that you might want to taste them.”

She popped one into her mouth with no hesitation, and savoured the sweetness of the berry on her tongue. It had been a while since she felt so luxurious. Was this what the great Oda Nobunaga ate every day? No wonder he’s in a hurry to unify the country! The thought that there would be more of these delicious sweets somewhere hidden made her curiosity ache.

“You’re not wondering at all if they’re poisoned?”

When she was about to send a harsh glare his way, she saw that his eyes had softened, and the space between his brows weren’t scrunched like untangled rope. “If you poisoned me, the whole village will be after you! So what should I be afraid of?”

A laugh sounded from Kennyo, and her own came easy enough to match him.

“You were right. They really do like to put words in your mouth, don’t they? I could barely get a word in before they started interrogating me like a guilty man.”

She felt pride swell up in her chest; she was right! She knew he’d be a victim to their overbearing, overwhelming, over-everything. She couldn’t wait to see what a bunch of elderly women would do to a man who was as awkward as Kennyo. “Doesn’t feel great, does it?”

His laugh this time felt bitter and acrid like smoke, but she was used to burnt things. She had to be, or else how would she cope when it was her older brother’s turn to cook? “Yes. I apologise for putting you through that.”

“Apology accepted!”

He smiled at that. He smiled like he had never been forgiven for anything his entire life. “I apologise, too, in advance.”

“What for?”

“I’m not used to treating myself with such… kindness. I cannot promise you that I will not overstep my boundaries again, and that my words will never find it’s edge pointed towards you. However, I… am grateful for having met you. I hope you will allow me that.”

She snorted. It was the first time she’d been called kind—her mother was probably gloating now! “It’s not really about being nice. It’s just, when you live with other people for so long, you’re bound to step on toes. So you just learn early on that when people don’t say sorry with their mouths, they say sorry by trying not to do that again. That way, no one wastes their time talking about things that don’t matter!” Oh, so that’s why she was so bad at talking… She wanted to crawl into a hole and cry now.

She popped another berry into her mouth, happy when the sweetness coated her tongue once more. “Besides, if you know how to find these good ones from the bad ones, you’re not that bad.”

Kennyo bit part of the berry, and then smiled in delight when it hit him, too. As if he had just tasted sweetness for the very first time.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen kennyo #ikesen writing #ikesen fanfic #if you are a canon kennyo liker skip past this tag bc im about to Rant babey #im so done with writing that frames kindness as naivete and how being kind is just for the sake of uplifting other people #like theyll be like oh mc u r so kind. ur gonna fuckin DIE and im like bitch what #and they conflate kindness as naivete and therefore; stupidity #BITCH WHATTTT #part of why i couldnt stomach reading kennyo's route was bc of how it tried so hard to force the narrative that he was a monster #and he kept being like; borderline super fuckin creepy by insinuating threats towards the mc #and kept being like im a monster im dont love me ur too sexy aha #bitch WHAT #thats upsetting for a multitude of reasons but why it annoyed me specifically was how he overstepped his boundaries and tried to #take responsibility - therefore ownership - for another person's feelings towards his own behaviour #like if i think youre an asshole it wont be bc you said you were it would be bc i think you are bc i know how to make judgements and #i trust myself and how i perceive other people #i hated the way kennyo kept trying to make everyone's feelings his own and then going on a martyr field day with it #to fuel his own self loathing. like sir this is a mcdonalds do u want apple pie or not?#like the way the narrative tries to frame his self sacrifice as being kind when in reality its just self loathing #manifesting in a more palatable way bc boohoo its not hurting anyone but urself #surprise asshole We Live In A Society which means your decisions affect others no matter how much you wanna pretend it doesnt #anyways about the actual fic i projected a lot of what i was angry about at kennyo in his route bc i could LMAO #i dont like the way they treat being kind and caring as either 'ur a saint' or 'ur stupid' bcthats just not true #and what i hate about that trope in particular is that it infantilizes the other party by not giving their ideologies and beliefs the same #respect and brevity you would give to anyone else #and the notion that being mean and pessimistic is being 'realistic'? nah fam #thats called being depressed #being realistic in life is about having reasonable expectations of yourself and other people and treating them with grace and compassion

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eddieboi23 · 2 years ago

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Fries

Wednesday Addams x Gn Reader

(Wednesday )

Summary: your eating lunch with Wednesday, and your hunger knows No limits…. reader being a menace

Tw: sharing food from mouth, kissing, threats,

(Y/n)=your name

-this is thoughts-

“This is talking”

Pt 2

(You and Wednesday are already dating)

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It was the start of lunch time ,and everyone was eating.

Y/n, Wednesday, enid, and some of their friends were sitting together.

You were the closest next to Wednesday, while everyone else was a bit away, paying attention to Enid loudly blabbing about something.

Todays lunch was fries and nuggets(or vegan options maybe, but fries will be a big part of this),

Your favorite of course.

Unfortunately for you, you has finished all your fries, so you searched the table of friends to see who you could steal from.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the only person with some was your girlfriend, Wednesday.

You considered just starving at that point, because you’d surely loose a finger if you asked.

You did really want the fries though, so you did the unthinkable, you snatched one before she had a chance to react.

She slowly turned her head to you, staring you down with her unblinking eyes.

“What do you think your doing?”

You chuckle nervously and hold up the fry. “Im starving and you’ve barely touched them, its not a problem is it?”

She stares at you. “You are not starving, I watched you scarf your food like a dog ,just a second ago. If you want to keep your hand, you will give it back.”

You just about gave up, then had an idea, you put the fry sticking out of your mouth. “Then come get it.” You say with a smirk. Wednesday stares in almost disbelief.

She attempts to grab it but you pull away. “Not with your hands, your mouth.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

she sighs “I am not going to play this childish game.”

You shrug, “maybe I’ll take more of them, since I got this one soooo easily.”

Wednesday scoffs. “You will do no such thing.”

“Idkkk, maybe if you play the game I wont.”

She furrows her eyebrows , and frowns. Then to your surprise she leans in, attempting to grab the fry with her mouth.

You pull the fry Into your mouth a little and she scowls.

You chuckle. “Whoops try again!” She rolls her eyes, “this is foolish.”

Despite her words she trys again.

Except this time while shes trying to get, you suck it into your mouth, which makes Wednesday accidentally kiss you.

You feel her stiff up, then lean into the kiss, feeling her soft lips, you kiss back.

She pulls away after a moment and you furrow your eyebrows. “Wait did you-“

She opens her mouth, and between her teeth is the fry, the corners of her mouth barely quirk up. “I win.”

You blush, and nervously chuckle, “oh, damn.“

She eats the fry ,then slides her plate between the both of you, looking away with a bored expression.

“The consolation prize, as if you deserve it.”

You gasp, “yEsss I love you!” You start chowing down, missing the blush and curious smile Wednesday is aiming at you.

She wonders when you will realize ,thats the first time you said you love her. And all because of some fries.

How curious

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(I used a prompt generator for this and it turned out pretty well?

I hope my writing is good, if not, I wasted like 5 yrs of reading fanfics LMAO)

(This took me like, 4 days to do 😀😭)

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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7 Anti LO Asks

1. Do you know what really gets my blood boiling about this comic? Persephone and Demeter's relationship.

In the myths, Demeter and Persephone loved each other more than anything. Their reunion is so important - it marked the coming of spring and growth. A whole cult was dedicated to this for crying out loud. Yes, the myths were far from perfect, but the Persephone and Demeter myth showed the strength of a loving mother-daughter relationship with Demeter searching endlessly to find her child that was ripped away and had her innocence forcibly taken.

Now, RS is not the only author to make Demeter this over-bearing mother type in order to put more positivity onto the Hades-Persephone relationship. However, RS takes this trend to a whole new level - to the point where I would even consider it misogyny.

How is it, she takes this beautiful mother-daughter relationship and makes it out to be an abusive and controlling one, and then takes the Hades-Persephone relationship from a forceful one to a loving, perfect relationship with no problems? How is it ok to ruin one relationship to elevate another?

I understand that many versions of the myth try to downplay Hades' actions, and even make it so Persephone actually falls in love with him and there is no rape. But it doesn't change that this relationship was problematic, and meant to represent the loss of innocence.

Then fans have the gall to claim this comic is feminist and then claim on top of that that Demeter and Persephone's relationship was the same in the myth? These fans clearly don't know the myths, and neither does RS.

Making Hades a good person is fine. Changing it up a bit to make Persephone's loss of innocence something else is also fine. But ruining Demeter and Persephone's relationship? Especially when Persephone has to spend half the year with her? So horrible.

2. im sorry, but rachel cant introduce KRONOS coming back and then dropping it for several episodes to focus on a stake-less trail and persephone not knowing what lingerie to seduce hades in. like thats too much of an earth shaking development and huge stake plot point to just ignore for months to focus instead on something as minor as hxp's relationship, which only points out a huge flaw: why is hxp's relationship so minor in this? isnt the whole point supposed to be about them?

3. I think LO completely dropped the ball over Hades’ characterization.

From the first ep I thought ok, this is good, we have some bones to see he’s not that lucky in love and is just tired and lonely, and while ignoring the creepy actions towards Persephone, I thought ok, Artemis hates him, Hestia hates, even Ares hates him, maybe once Persephone finally sees the underworld and probably gets to know him it’ll be a clever twist and they’ll be proven wrong. The underworld will turn out to be fair and just, the citizens will love Hades, he’ll be revealed to be a good leader and king and not like his brothers, it’ll be like everyone saying Hades of myth isn’t actually that bad, and it’ll help reinforce why this sweet and bubbly Persephone wants him, she sees the real him, not the mean rumors and assumptions, this is perfect.

And then it just didn’t happen. The exact opposite happened, actually.

We’re shown the LO underworld is cruel and unjust, where the poor dead are forced into slavery and Hades created a harsh class divide with him and him only on top, the citizens hate him, the underworld gods don’t trust him and openly seem ok if he’s taken out of power, he’s not a good leader and king and doesn’t even want the job yet keeps it for his own ego and grip of power m, and on top of it all he is just like his brothers, if not worse. He loves to get violent over any little slight against him, he hoards wealth and resources to enrich himself while his citizens starve and struggle to survive, he’s corrupt, he controls all the media and laws to bend to his will, sleeps with his brothers wife for centuries behind his back while claiming to be holier than thou, he has sex with his secretaries who are made dependent on him for any way to survive, and now he lusts after his barely legal intern who is also now dependent on him for her way to survive, and that’s only what I remember off the top of my head.

LO perfectly set up to prove Hades isn’t the devil or the false pop culture assumption that he’s evil and to show some actual facts from myth, and yet Rachel only ended up reinforcing exactly that and even making him even worse with her made up ideas, all while thinking having Persephone ignore or excuse it somehow makes it not bad or even a good thing. It’s honestly kind of impressive just how bad of writing that actually is.

4. Chapter 172 is not that interesting. It’s setup had me excited to see Hephaestus and Hera and learning more about echo, but it’s cut so short. Because again the story can’t leave HXP out for 2 seconds.

I can also see why Zeus is gonna go insane.

5. i agree w/ other anon. LO should have pulled a PJO or a BoZ and just made up OCs and have them interact with the gods than whatever Rachel thinks shes doing, which is lying she's being accurate and faithful while completely changing all of it, removing what is needed, and adding what isnt so that it lines up with no actual myth besides like, various 50 shades fanfic she read in 2015 and some popular tumblr text posts.

6 . the animation studio behind blood of zeus literally can only draw one face for the men and one face for the women and they were still able to make the gods all look distinct and hot while LO can't even bother to use more than 6 colors and can only have the women look as tiny as possible with the biggest boobs while the men are all just lego men.

7. ////FP SPOILERS////

Okay so like I stopped reading LO way back before season 1 ended, and a majority of my knowledge of the series comes from what I read here on your blog which is enough for me lol and I decided to read the latest 5 chapters just to see what's up (on zahard. I refuse to give the actual series any views)

And I just. Could not take the whole scene with Daphne running from Apollo seriously? The anatomy and art inconsistency was so distracting that i genuinely could not find it serious. Even when Thanatos discovers her hibernated body I couldn't take it seriously because of how she looked?

And when Hades had that call (??? Was it a call? Or his inner dialogue? I couldn't really tell ngl) with Zeus and said he's causing Persephone unnecessary distress, and that she didn't pose any threat. B!tch??? She killed a ton of mortals??? She has no control over her powers???? She's literally a fugitive for the aforementioned things??? She apparently woke Kronos up? (Idk if anyone knows about that, again my knowledge only spans to whatever I read here) Hello????

And I have a lot to say about the chapters starting the trial but I'll only mention one thing; Hades saying "I don't think blindly supporting my little brother would be doing him any favours (as a ruler)" had me cackling. This is coming from a guy blindly supporting a girl he's literally only known for a few weeks, who's like what, only recently turned 20? Sit tf down Hades you're not cool, you creepy ass overgrown smurf.

Overall I still hate this series lmao. Regarding art though I feel like I wouldn't be so miffed about the anatomy much if the character designs were consistent and the story was compelling. They literally change hairstyles and body types frame by frame, and it's distracting.

The timeline from what I read here is laughable. 4 years in publication with almost 200 chapters and you're telling me only like a month has passed canonically. That's wild and such poor writing.

And as someone who literally will sympathise with any lead character pretty quickly, the story makes me hate them. It makes me want to root against them. I also hate the fact this trash is somehow top ranked on webtoons when so many other stories are far better then it.

Anyway, many thanks to this blog for existing and allowing me to dump so much text here to vent out my hate for this series lmao. You the mvp fam, hope you're having a good day 🥂🥂🥂

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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daaziscoolbesties · 4 years ago

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minecraft endermen are really weird. theyre unnatural and make me feel off.

when i was a small child like seven years ago i would always play minecraft on creative mode and i made an ugly ass enderman "farm" made out of bricks. i had an enderman spawn egg and id just spam it and the enderman couldnt get out (so i thought). anyways having them in this enclosure was probably so i could feel "powerful" over them because to date theyre still the only mob in minecraft that makes me anxious. even above skeletons(which i used to have a horrible fear of (the real life ones not mc ones)) and spiders (which i still have a horrible fear of (again the real life ones not mc)). anyways the endermen just ended up completely teleporting out of the farm and i checked on my world the next day and they were all gone and i didnt appreciate it (this was the same world where my brother blew up my pets but thats a different story).

anyways back to endermen. besides the fact that i just didnt like dying and i did like building ugly structures, one of the main reasons i didnt play survival much for a while, or if i did id put it on peaceful, was because of the enderman. every time i passed one my heart would drop and if i happened to look it in the eye on accident my throat would feel like its closing up and idk why. if it sounds like im bullshitting you or not remembering correctly i swear im not because it still happens actually.

i play survival a ton more now simply because i enjoy it more, it feels like theres actually a goal to achieve, but i never really make efforts toward said goal(ya know, beating the dragon). none of my worlds are really created with the intention of beating the dragon, and therefore i dont have to worry about endermen. if i happen to be outside my house and theres one there, no worries i just wait for it to go away. it may spook me for a sec but im fine.

but recently me and my sister started a world with the sole purpose of beating the dragon. we may have cheated a little (like putting on keep inventory cause honestly we both suck at pvp and have died so many times) but its okay cause thats it. we still have to fight endermen to get pearls for the end portal. and so we were hanging out in the nether and made a little two block tall hidey hole and id stand by the front and taunt endermen to get them to come close so i could kill them without them being able to get to me and it worked really well actually. except for the fact that to get them to come near i had to get them to aggro onto me and to do that i have to look them in the eye and you know where this is going. and so i was like "it has been so long since i looked an enderman in the eye surely i cant still be scared of them" and i turn to my sister like "<sister> you stay in the hole ill get us some pearls"

so i go out and taunt the dudes and guess what bitch got the pit in their stomach from these fuckers!! thats right bestie and my throat started to close up and i started talking to my sister again but i could tell me voice was off from it and i dont know why it happens but it pisses me off. like theyre not even scary looking theyre just a bit odd. and i continue to do this and kill the endermen and it just. doesnt. stop. my throat keeps closing up and im not "in pain" or anything just inconvenienced like what the fuck dude its a bunch of fucking pixels. i dont know its weird.

and now this part is gonna sound super fuckin stupid but ever since i started watching dsmp i immediately got attached to ranboo (cc! and c!) and knowing that c!ranboo was half enderman made me really think "hm endermen arent that bad. granted i havent interacted with one in a while but still not that bad. perhaps my favorite hostile mob" because you know people get attached to characters and think dumb things. and then again ranboo's character straight up existing and also this one specific headcanon i saw that was like "endermen use telepathy to talk so when a player looks at them all their thoughts get projected into them and it hurts their brain :((" makes me feel kinda bad for aggro-ing them and killing them again even though its literally just some pixels dude. my brain is not kind to me about this stuff and its really dumb.

i dont know what about the endermen staring back at me sets off the sort of fight-or-flight that makes me unable to breathe for a second but its something. its not the fact that their jaws basically unhinge when theyre mad because the throat closing up sensation happens before that. it happens when i look at an enderman and it looks back up at me and holds my gaze. i dont know. i dont know why im worked up(even slightly) over a video game. theyre still my favorite hostile mob i think (not just because of ranboo honestly the other hostile mobs just kinda suck).

and also i like the idea of how humanoid they are. not human. humanoid. they have the basic aspects of a minecraft human- square, head, torso, legs, arms, eyes. most mc skins dont even have mouths anyways just eyes. but the endermen have these features differently than us. their eyes are unnatural, legs and arms too long, body all one color, one that can blend in, and you can only see its purple eyes staring you down from a distance. theyre basically just cryptids.

despite skeletons and even zombies looking closer to the player than the endermen, they still seem the most human-like of all of the mobs. they arent aggressive unless provoked. they dont like eye contact(socially awkward). they like picking up stuff and moving it around. theyre curious (i cant explain this one they just are, okay?). even the sounds they make are just phrases like "hey" "hello" "whats up" distorted and in reverse.

i want to know more about them.

i want to know where they came from.

why theyre found in every dimension.

why they sound like us.

i want explanations, i want to know why they scare us.

i want to know if they know.

if they know that we're like them in some way.

that some of us dont mean harm, but for others thats all they want to do to the endermen.

i saw a post once that said "what taught humans to be wary of things that look human, but arent?" i believe the phenomenon is called uncanny valley. what if in the minecraft universe, the thing that taught us that was endermen. or rather, the thing that taught the endermen that was us? because again, the endermen pose no threat to us unless theyre provoked. by one of us. the endermen try to communicate with us- "⊑⟒⊬" "⍙⊑⏃⏁⌇ ⎍⌿?"- but we kill them without reason. thats why they dont like eye contact, its been ingrained in them through evolution that eye contact with a human/player will end in death, and they dont want it to be theirs, so they attack first.

we- or rather, the first minecrafters, maybe (in the lore(?)) people before the game, taught the endermen to fear us. i mean we literally kill them, use their remains to enter their home dimension, and then kill their leader/mother. they do their best to stop us, but we can respawn and they cant. and then, some people even go as far as to make farms, having them all spawn in one place, crowded, cant teleport out- their only defense mechanism gone- and then are slaughtered for their pearls. and due to the mass of these farms there will be chests upon chests full of pearls that no one's using, i saw someone the other day ask what people do with them and someone straight up said they just burn them like god what a waste.

"but izzy, players make mob farms all the time and not just for endermen!!!1!!11! why are the endermen ones so bad why are you only talking about those1!1!1!!!1" 1) because i can, 2) this is an endermen-themed post, and 3) i dont like the other mobs. and of course im not actually mad at the players who like beating the game and making endermen farms and such, i mean thats what it is its all just a game just a bunch of code, 0's and 1's, so why does it matter why bother writing a whole post on it?

because when you look paste the game, when you read in between those ones and zeroes and discover this non-intentional lore, it can make things so much more,, interesting. this is fanfic material. hell, its probably fanart material too. its all for the content to see what the community can create i guess. or maybe i just really like talking about endermen and this has been on my mind for two days now and once i started typing i couldnt stop.

but yeah, thats my final thoughts.

we, humans, experience uncanny valley about the endermen.

but the endermen experience uncanny valley about the players.

#time is empty and thoughts are yes #long post #endermen #minecraft enderman #minecraft #minecraft lore #lore #tw video game death #not really sure if i need to put that since a lot of stuff in minecraft is killing stuff but might as well stay on the safe side with it #god this might be even longer than my other post #at least i formatted it this time #sorta #this post went from endermen make me feel weird to oOoOo psychology at 3 am with no proof real quick #and gonna be honest thats not at all what i had planned but its okay

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confusedkittensposts · 2 years ago

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Everything I am going to wrtie can be considered a fault of @casmick-consequences. He made me fall in love with this ship and put the whole mick and kelly being twins in my head

Yeah Iove it

So post the AU I wrote,by the time castiel and jack are done with rebuilding heaven and have somewhat stable relationships around them, Kelly's parents enter Heaven and thats when they tell kelly about Mick being her brother. so Jack fetches his uncle's soul from Hell (I am writing this considaring that all souls went to hell for few years thanks to winchesters killing death and Chuck please correct me if I am wrong).

Mick is scared, hurt and confused. last time he knew,Jack was still a threat, he was also raised to belive all misters are bad(he called cas winchesters attack dog and was onbaord with killing child warewolfs) but he decided to give up the code and that got him killed.

that is something cas and him share and its also one of the first thing they get talking about after the family drama goes down in kline-davies household. Castiel is there to comfort Kelly

Mick stays around, he still flirts with Cas (something cas is weary of after everything that happened)(Kelly warns Mick about it) but he also likes the angel, he wants to earn about his sister and nephew and the whole world of supernatural in a brtter light, He has questions for Cas and Cas is all too happy to neard out between his other duties

its in one of there talks that castiel says "All love is sad" andmick vovs to show him otherwise (I read that in a fanfic I don't remember)

Its easier said than done, Cas is relectunt also threats from Meg, Crowely, Balthazar, Gabe, Kelly and Jack certainly do not help

But they both work it out and are sickeningly sweet with each other

#Casmick #this has more polt holes that Misha's sunshine village tshirt from last weekend #I don't want to go into finer details #I might write a one shot though #bring this ship up to Misha #please #Castiel #mick davies

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crystalninjaphoenix · 4 years ago

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Kindness & Kidnapping

A JSE Fanfic

I’ve written something that’s less than 6000 words for the first time in a year, whoo! I was planning to include more plot but after a while I realized there was too much to put into one chapter so I broke it into two. And now, this chapter is short, but it has some important and...interesting developments. Let’s just say, Anti makes his move. I don’t know what to say beyond that, so just read on ;)

You can find the other stories under the pw timeline tag!

It was a bright morning outside, but Chase didn’t know that. He was inside, sitting at a hastily-done computer setup inside his closet. It was cramped and dark and honestly kind of dusty. But he hadn’t wanted to keep this setup out in the open. Because this was the computer he’d been using to access Anti’s website, and if he kept it out in any other room of the house, he knew he’d keep glancing towards the windows and doors, waiting for something to happen.

Though...nothing had happened in the past week or so since he’d first found the website. He’d told the police about it, contacting that detective, Nix, who was in charge of the search for Jackie and JJ. Nix had been really appreciative, saying that this was a helpful clue and the police would be right on it, but he’d warned Chase to not go looking at any websites like this again. “These are dangerous,” he’d said. “And many of them use trackers to gather information or worse.”

Yet here he was. First thing in the morning. Staring at a creepy hitman website while sitting in his closet.

Part of his mind was yelling at him to stop. That even though he’d waited a few days before accessing the site again, that didn’t mean anything. This was dangerous. But...he couldn’t help it. This was the first time he felt like he was doing something, like he was actually helping the search for his friends. So, he stayed there.

His study of the website mostly consisted of scrolling through the anonymous reviews and trying to find ways to look at the source code. Chase...wasn’t that good with computers. Despite the fact that recording videos and putting them on the Internet was his job. He’d basically absorbed all his knowledge from Jack and his editor and only knew how to do things like editing because of that. Anything beyond what was required for YouTube was a mystery to him. But he was trying.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he gasped, then felt silly. It was just a text notification. Sighing at his own jumpiness, he took out his phone and looked at the message on the screen. It was from Marvin. Hey do you know any quick ways to get food? Other than ordering.

Oh? Chase responded. Are you out of bed this early? Thats a 1st. And he didn’t just mean because Marvin was having trouble getting out of bed recently. Marvin never woke up before ten, even before JJ disappeared, so this was strange.

Luna was yelling at me because i forgot to fill her bowl last night and i couldnt deal with it anymore so i got up and thought i might as well get breakfast.

Thats great bro. As for food I bought you some microwave mac n cheese and noodles.

Marvin instantly replied, I’m not eating fucking noodles for breakfast. That’s weird.

Chase laughed a bit. Sorry, Marv. I know your sense of order is a big thing for you, but sometimes you need exceptions.

This time, the reply was slow. The typing bubbles appeared and disappeared a couple times before finally: i just cant. maybe another time.

Ah. Of course, even if he was out of bed, Marvin was still struggling. Chase thought for a moment, then said, Alright, Marvin. No problem. How bout toast and butter? It takes five to ten minutes depending on how much you want it burnt. That was a frequent go-to for him. I know u have bread and butter, too.

Alright. Thanks.

No problem. Chase paused, then added, Hey I was gonna go visit Jack again later today. Do u think youd be up for coming with?

Another long pause. I dunno. Ask me again when it’s closer to time.

Got it. And with that, Chase set his phone down and returned his attention to the website.

About an hour later, he gave up. He couldn’t find any clues at all, and reading this was really starting to get to him. Carefully standing up, so as to not knock over the computer setup in the tiny closet, he turned off the monitor and CPU, then edged around to the closet door. He hesitated, feeling uneasy anxiety rolling in his stomach, then slowly opened the door.

Nobody was outside. Well, of course not. He took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hallway. It was time to get ready for the day.

But still, that anxiety followed him. And he couldn’t help but remember the notice that Anti had put at the top of the website. Something about business being closed until something was “taken care of.” That just...sounded very bad. And Chase couldn’t help but think about what might be happening to Jameson and Jackie.

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Nearly a month had passed since Anti had taken JJ. For nearly a month, Jameson had been stuck in this room with Jackie. And with no means of escape that he could see. He’d looked, of course. But even with Jackie’s help, they couldn’t find a way out of the room. The closest thing he could think of was somehow unscrewing the door hinges, and he’d actually spent about a week trying to do that, but without any tools, there was no way those hinges would budge.

The only opportunity that he could see was when Anti visited, which he did often. But even that would be difficult to pull off. Jameson and Jackie might have numbers on their side, but Jackie was pretty weak after almost a year of captivity, and JJ had never been that athletic. Still, he was starting to consider it. Maybe Anti wouldn’t be expecting it, if he could just convince Jackie that they could do it, and if they could find an opportunity...

But even if they were going to try, today would not be the day. Anti had come into the room for one of his visits, which were becoming worryingly frequent, and Jackie had decided to hide in the attached bathroom. Jameson refused to look at Anti, in the vain hope that he’d go away if he didn’t engage.

“Jamie.” Anti pulled a chair away from the table, and then indicated the one across from him. “Come s...sit down.”

Jameson shook his head. He folded his arms, and stayed where he was, standing next to the bunk bed.

Anti stared at him for a while, then sat down. It didn’t ease the tension at all. For some reason, Jameson still felt like he was looming over him. “Alright. F-fine.” He paused. Waiting. Watching him with his mismatched eyes. Today, the fake one was brown, not green. Odd, but it didn’t lessen the intensity of his gaze.

After a few silent moments, Jameson couldn’t take it anymore. He slowly walked over to the table and sat down. God damn it. Why was just the silence enough to get him to respond?

“Ah, there we are.” Anti smiled. “About time. You’re always so...so tense, Jamie, when you really shouldn’t be. I won’t h-hurt you.”

What do you want this time? Jameson signed stiffly.

“Why do you keep asking that? I don’t want...anything, I just want to...talk.” Anti leaned back in the chair. “I don’t understand th-this. You’re so...different. And I’m trying, you know. Know. You know—I know, by now, that this wasn’t the best starting point. But I’m trying to...to get everything back to the way it was. You want that, don’t you?” His voice was soft, like he was talking to an easily startled animal. Or a child.

No, I don’t. Jameson said firmly. I don’t want everything to go back to how it was, because back then, you were making me help you throw bodies in the river.

“That was a mistake, okay? Oka-ay?” Anti sighed. “I shouldn’t...should never have gotten you involved in all this. So, I’m not going to, ever again.”

Jameson laughed. You’re a bit late for that! Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you kidnapped me!

“That was another mistake, and I’m sorry that you f-f-feel I was out of line. I can see what you...what you mean. But you’d never talk to me otherwise, let alone go anywhere with me.” Anti’s fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the table. “But I can pr-promise you, no more dead bodies. Ever. Ever again. You’ll be safe.”

He sounded genuine, and JJ had to admit that at least there was still a part of him that cared about—no! Jameson stiffened and pushed away that softening feeling. It didn’t change any of this. Anti still abducted him, and he was willing to bet that ‘safe’ to Anti wasn’t the same as ‘safe’ to him. It would be more of this, most likely. Trapped inside, unable to go anywhere, always under Anti’s watchful eye. Why was he even continuing this conversation? Jameson balled up his hands and shoved them under his arms, physically preventing him from saying anything more.

Anti’s expression shifted slightly. “You’re being so difficult, my god. We’ve been doing this for a-a-a month and gotten nowhere. If you would just li-listen, we could go—past—move past this.” The tapping rhythm increased slightly, nails on wood. “But alright—okay. Fine. Yes. I-I-I have a pro—” And then the tapping stopped. Anti’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh. That’s it.”

Jameson leaned back a bit, waiting for something. Those last words sounded like a threat. But—

Out of nowhere, Anti slumped forward onto the table. JJ gasped and stood up. In an instant, he was moving automatically, rolling Anti’s head to the side and looking for anything dangerous nearby. There was nothing. Could he breathe? Was this a good position, or should he move him? He should’ve recognized it, Anti was having difficulty with his words, he knew that was a sign—Wait, the watch. The watch he was wearing around his neck, the chain it was on had tightened a bit. JJ grabbed the chain and adjusted it so it was more loose.

A few seconds later, Anti gasped, and pushed JJ away. He stepped back.

“I...fuck.” Anti blinked, eyes glancing around the room. For a moment, he was confused. JJ could see the recognition slowly fade back into his expression. “Thwshnnbad.”

JJ watched anxiously. For a moment, he glanced over towards the door. But...he just couldn’t. Not now. Maybe he was too nice, but it just felt cruel to try and leave after that.

Anti took a few deep breaths, then looked over at JJ. “You helped.”

Jameson hesitated, then nodded.

“Hmm.” Anti didn’t say anything, but there was a look on his face that made Jameson squirm a bit. Almost smug. Almost. There was a fair share of gratitude that prevented it from being fully self-satisfied. Anti reached for his pocket, and after a few tries, pulled out his phone. “That was...not that long?”

Just a few seconds. Maybe fifteen or so, JJ said. No twitching or jerking.

Nodding, Anti tapped on his phone for a bit. “It’s...been a while,” he said quietly. “They’re not that bad anymore, you know.”

Unsure what to say, Jameson just nodded again.

A few moments later, Anti took a deep breath, and returned his phone to his pocket. “Anyway. As...I was saying. I have a proposal.”

Immediately, all Jameson’s sympathy was gone, replaced by cold fear. What is it? he asked warily.

Anti didn’t answer for a bit. Instead, he reached inside his jacket, and pulled out a small keycard. “Do you know what this is?”

A card? Like...for a hotel?

“No, not for a hotel.” Anti smiled a bit. “Though I guess...it’s sort of like it.” His eyes darted towards the bathroom door, slightly ajar. “He’s been telling you about what happened. With him and the doctor.” It wasn’t a question. So Jameson didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. “Did you ever meet that doctor?”

Jameson started to shake his head, then reconsidered. Once, he said. He thought I was you.

“We do look similar. Even more so than all these...these doppelgangers do to each other.” Anti tried to twirl the keycard around his fingers, but failed. It fell to the table, and he quickly picked it up again. “So, you only met him once. Hmm...I expected you to interact with him more. You’re part of this...this friend group now. I thought, surely, they’d introduce you to each other. Well, I guess they tried. I’m assuming it didn’t go well.” He paused. “But still. You’re a good person, Jamie.”

What are you saying? Jameson almost didn’t want to ask.

“You wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, right?”

Anti fell silent, but Jameson didn’t dare to answer. He couldn’t.

“This keycard happens to give me...access to the hospital where he’s staying,” Anti continued. “I’ve already been there. I know how to get him out.”

Don’t hurt him, Jameson said, all color gone from his face. Please.

“That depends on you. Well, and our friend in there.” Anti indicated the bathroom door again. “Originally, I was going to use him, but then I thought, that didn’t stop that doctor woman from leaving. But he might try to leave himself, especially with the two of you...here. Together. So I thought I’d use something that’ll affect both of you.”

He hasn’t done anything to you. Leave him alone.

“That doesn’t mean he’ll never do anything,” Anti suddenly snapped. “The cops know I exist now. It’s only a matter of time before they start to ask him questions.” The anger drained away. Now his face was still, unreadable. “Besides, that didn’t stop me before.”

Why did you even take him in the first place? Jameson asked. Why? It wasn't for your...work. All of this could’ve been avoided.

“I was...curious. He thought I was his friend Jack, you know. When I ran into him that night. And I thought to myself, this man is clearly delusional. But I figured it would be easier to play along. After he realized what happened, he explained his whole condition to me, and I wondered. I wondered how I could use that.” Anti’s smile was sharp. “It’s not every day an opportunity like that runs into you on the street.”

Jameson backed away, horrified. Too late, Anti noticed his reaction. And for a moment, he looked hurt. Then angry. Sad. And finally, determined. “Think about what I said.” He stood up, and headed towards the door. For a moment, Jameson considered following him. But he hesitated for a second too long, and Anti was gone, the door locked behind him.

The room was silent. Jameson stood there for what felt like forever. Then he moved, walking towards the bathroom. He slowly pushed open the door, peering inside. “Hmm?” he hummed.

“Down here.” Jackie was sitting on the tile floor, up against the shower in the corner of the room. The bathroom was sparse and small, containing only the necessities of a toilet, sink, and shower, along with a bonus medicine cabinet that was empty. There was nowhere to sit except the floor.

JJ stepped inside. Did you hear all of that?

Jackie nodded silently. His hands were covering his head, fingers digging into his scalp. Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, and judging by the tracks, a few already had. “H-he can’t—Schneep is going to—he won’t be able to—”

It’s going to be fine, JJ said, kneeling next to him. We won’t let anything happen to him.

“The—the only way to make sure of that is—but you can’t—you could get away if you—but not if he’s—”

It’s going to be fine, Jameson repeated uncertainly. I’ll make sure that it’ll work out. Maybe I can get Anti to listen to me. We can find a way. The police would notice Henrik disappearing, they’ll find us.

Jackie choked on a sob. He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them. “They haven’t,” he said quietly. “They’re...not going to.” And he buried his face in his arms, shoulders shaking.

Jameson didn’t have anything to say to that. All he could do was stay close, and hold Jackie tight as he cried.

——————

It was a lovely day outside. For late-November-near-December, that is. Though the sun shone bright in a cloudless sky, there was still a chill to the air that forced people to wear jackets, or even coats. But Schneep didn’t mind. He hadn’t been outside in so long that anything would feel refreshing.

Silver Hills had itself a back garden where some patients could spend time. It was fenced in, for safety, but it was still quite large. Dr. Laurens had told him the news at the end of yesterday’s session: she’d gotten approval for some supervised time outside. Schneep had been hesitant at first. Some of his old paranoia and fear resurfacing. When he’d been with Anti, he hadn’t been allowed out without permission. And even when he had permission, Anti always found a way to keep an eye on him, either via cameras and GPS or by accompanying him himself. What if—what if this was another trick? A test? And if he failed the test—

No, of course not. Everything was alright here. There were other patients out and about, going on walks along the paths and stopping to look at flowers nearby. Schneep watched them from where he was sitting on one of the garden’s benches. He twirled his medical bracelet around his wrist. They’d also finally decided that he could wear clothes—besides the standard issue white shirt and pants—again. As long as they didn’t have any hard fastenings or dangly bits like strings, but that was understandable. So now the bracelet was the only sign that he was a patient here. Which was the same as everyone else. That...helped, actually. Somehow.

“Schneep? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Schneep blinked, realizing he’d been gone for a while there. Oliver was nearby, as always. In this case, sitting at another bench nearby, far enough away to give Schneep his own space but close enough in case of an emergency. “Yes, I am fine. It is just a bit chilly.”

“Well...you’re not wrong there,” Oliver muttered. The orderly uniform was short-sleeved, and evidently, they weren’t allowed to wear anything over it. His arms were covered in raised goosebumps. “Anything else?”

“No, I was just thinking.” Schneep looked down at his lap. Laurens had given him one of her notebooks and a box of markers. He’d said that he wanted to try drawing, like they’d done in one of their sessions, and she’d been encouraging. So now he was trying to draw the gardens. It was hard. He wasn’t particularly artistic, and he was pretty sure a twelve-year-old could do better than him. But it was...nice. Focusing. Grounding.

Oliver nodded, and went silent. Schneep returned to his paper. The markers were a bit annoying, since they couldn’t be erased. But it was fine. He worked around the mistakes.

Quite a bit of time passed before he was ready to go inside. A few clouds had appeared in the clear sky. Schneep stood up, closing the notebook. Oliver looked over at him again. “Ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m going back to my room.”

“Alright, then.” Oliver stood up as well. “Let’s go.”

They made their way inside, winding through the halls and then up the stairs. It was so good to have his old room back, from before that tiny, featureless room on the first floor. Apparently those rooms weren’t supposed to be lived in for that long, a fact that the lovely Dr. Newson had neglected to mention. But that was in the past. Now he had a window! And some battery-powered lamps, and a bathroom joined to the room, and more furniture than a bed and a single table. It was amazing.

“Alright, here we are.” They stopped outside Room 309 and Oliver unlocked it with a swipe of the key card. It was only ever unlocked when nobody was inside; another difference between this one and the tiny first-floor room. “You remember to push the button if you need anything?”

“Yes, yes.” There was a call button on the wall inside. Pressing it would bring an orderly to the room, hopefully within minutes. “I remember.”

“Great. I’ll be around.”

“Thank you.” Schneep opened the door, adjusting his grip on the notebook and box of markers before heading inside. “I will be seeing you, then.”

Oliver smiled a bit. “Of course. See you.” He waved a bit, then walked off, disappearing down the hallway. Schneep waved after him, pulling the room door closed shortly before he started to turn the corner.

By now, it was solidly in the afternoon, and the sun was shining its beams directly into the window. Schneep blinked in the sudden brightness, then once his eyes adjusted, he walked over to the table and put down the notebook and markers. He opened up to the page with the garden drawing and considered it. Not bad, really. For someone who wasn’t an artist. Jackie and Marvin would’ve done much better. Maybe they could have given him advice, if they were here.

It would be some time before dinner. A little over an hour, judging by the numbers on the digital clock on the table. In the meantime, he could get some reading done. The room had a shelf, and Laurens had been providing him with some books for it. He was just barely starting a new novel, but it had already sucked him in. Yes, that was a good idea. Get through a few chapters of that.

Schneep headed over to the shelf, running his fingers over the spines of the books until he reached the one he was looking for. He was just about to pull it off the shelf when there was a movement in his peripheral vision.

He stiffened instinctually. Even though he’d been seeing strange movement in his vision for years now, he’d only been uneasy about it ever since his time with Anti. But he wasn’t supposed to acknowledge it. It was better that way. Just ignore it, just ignore it, just ignore—

There were footsteps behind him. And he couldn’t help but turn around. The first thing he saw as he turned was the door to the adjoining bathroom. It was open. Hadn’t he left it closed? Could he have not closed it all the way? Then some sort of shift in the air could’ve opened it, causing the movement he saw?

No, that theory was disproved when he saw the second thing of note in the room: a man. Who hadn’t been there before. He was wearing the orderly uniform, but Schneep didn’t recognize him.

No.

No, he did recognize him.

His eyes were a different color, and his face wasn’t scarred, but there could be no mistaking him. Anti.

Schneep froze. No. No, it wasn’t real. He was just hallucinating. He’d done the same a few days ago, thought he’d seen Anti in the rec room. That couldn’t have been real. So this couldn’t be real. So it wasn’t. If he just ignored the hallucination, it couldn’t do anything to him. Slowly, he turned back around. He reached with trembling hands to take the book off the shelf.

More footstep sounds. He saw in the corner of his vision the image of Anti again. Anti was circling around him to his left, staring, watching, staring, watching—why is everyone always watching him?!—No, no, don’t let it get to him. It wasn’t real. He pulled the book off the shelf, and knocked down its two neighbors in the process, grabbing those as they fell. It was fine. Everything was fine.

He took a few deep breaths and turned away, taking the three books to an armchair near the window of the room. The image of Anti watched him, watched him with interest, curiosity. He always did that. He’d done it in the beginning, when he’d trapped Schneep in that house with him, always curious about how far he could push his limits.

“Es ist nicht real,” Schneep said to himself. Just a reminder. It couldn’t be real. How’d he get into the room? The front door hadn’t opened, and it was impossible for him to be inside beforehand. The room had been locked. Nobody could get in without unlocking it with a keycard. “Es ist nicht real. Es ist nicht real.” It was impossible.

Footstep sounds. Schneep could see the image of Anti approaching out of the corner of his vision. He didn’t turn his head, and focused on stacking the three books on the window sill. “Es ist nicht real, ist nicht real, ist nicht real, nicht real, nicht real,” he continued to whisper under his breath. “Nicht real, nicht real, nicht real.”

The image reached out and—

It grabbed his arm.

He felt a sharp pain.

Panic flooded his system. Schneep screamed and spun around, picking up one of the books and throwing it at the man. The book connected solidly, hitting with enough force to snap the man’s head back and cause him to let go. He yelled out in pain.

No, someone was here. It wasn’t a hallucination. Someone was here and they weren’t supposed to be. Schneep ran across the room, heading for the door.

“You—!” The man recovered quickly, and ran to the door as well. He was faster, and Schneep skidded to a halt as the strange man who looked like Anti blocked the door.

Okay, no door then. Schneep’s eyes scanned the room, and—the call button! Of course! He lunged to the side. The man saw where he was going, and pounced.

Schneep’s hand landed on the button for a split second before the man grabbed his wrist. He started to yell for help, but the man covered his mouth. “Shush,” his voice hissed as he wrapped his other arm around Schneep’s torso.

No! Schneep immediately started struggling, kicking his legs and trying to wriggle free. For a moment, his right arm pulled away, and he hit the strange man in the face. But the man was quick, and recaptured the escaped hand before it could do any damage. “Calm down, you’re going to be asleep in a few moments anyway,” the man said. “Don’t make this hard on yourself.”

That voice—it was—but it couldn’t be. It was impossible—how would he get inside? That—no. Schneep’s thoughts swirled in broken fragments, unable or unwilling to finish and come to the natural conclusion. He shook his head and continued to struggle. The man’s grip was firm. Unbreakable. It was...a familiar feeling.

There was something on his hand. Something powdery, chalky. Like...some sort of makeup. Like...something that could be used to hide blemishes. Or scars. It was on his right hand, the one he’d used to hit the man’s face.

Where Anti’s scars would be.

No...it wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening! It wouldn’t be—was it all a trick? All of it? Was he always planning to come back? Or maybe it was all in his head—no. He refused to believe that one.

Strangely, the longer he struggled, the slower his movement became. Sluggish...weak. And Schneep recognized these effects immediately. A sedative? But when...oh. Oh, that sharp pain he’d felt when he had grabbed him...that was a needle, wasn’t it? It was too late, wasn’t it?

Too late...yes, his vision was starting to waver. Schneep gave up on the weak escape attempts. They weren’t doing any good, anyway. Maybe he’d managed to hit the call button, and someone would be coming. Maybe...maybe they could...stop this...help him...please...please...

He looked up into the eyes of his captor and the world faded away.

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talpup · 3 years ago

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Wait you've seriously never been praised for the way you write hawks??? Ive only gotten back into reading fanfics in the past year, but i feel like most of the time, authors (not to drag anyone down, just speaking from a lot of the similarities ive seen in fics) tend to have him switch between 100% scary predator mode to 100% confident, knows-how-to-manipulate-professionally mode, and there can be a pretty strong disconnect between those two extremes. I think it definitely helps that you're writing a long series, so you have the real-estate (in terms of chapters/word count) to slowly build up his character and flesh out the precise reasons why he's such a threat, but also the minute details in his dialogue and body language that make him attractive.

Basically im trying to say that when he shows up in your fic, i go "oh shit, hes on a mission- wait-fuck, thats also kinda hot" and it just goes back and forth like this until he leaves ._.;;; and i think thats the response a lot of authors go for (or at least for the content ive been reading),but i honestly haven't felt that until i read your fic; you blend these aspects of his character really well.

My fellow writer friend @inorganicone2230 has said they “honestly don’t know how you always manage to make Hawks the most annoying character in all your fics”; and yeah, as a writer I most definitely take that as a complement. lol But no, I’ve never had anyone tell me they love the way I write Hawks; which (for me) is right up there with someone saying they hate one of my “villainous” oc’s. Which hasn’t happened with my bnha fics (since the main female insert is really the only oc I put in); but has happened with my Black Clover fic, and is something I still squee about.

I’ve said it before, and I know I’ll say it again after this; but I marvel at short fic writers. The creativity and restraint they have is something I really admire. Me, I have no such restraint. Even what I plan to be my shortest fic posted to date Crossroads (whenever I get back to working on it) was suppose to be a 3part fic and, looking at my notes, will probably turn out to be 12-13chapters.

But I totally agree with you on how longer fics allow for more complex, nuanced characters; as well as character growth. That’s not to say short fics can’t have nuanced, complex characters or have charters grow, I’ve read short fics that have both complex characters and character growth that have done it beautifully; it’s just something that can be a lot harder to convey.

As a person who absolutely loves reading and writing complex characters and complex situations, Hawks was a big draw for me since he first appeared in the manga. I knew I just had to play with that handsome bird of prey, double/triple spy, carefree yet serious guy. I did a ‘test run’ writing for him in my fic Chaos, and while it was fun, I didn’t really get to play with main attributes I liked about him. But I will be able to in this fic, and I’m already loving it. And I’m positively thrilled you’re enjoying it too. So thank you!!! If you have any more comments or questions, just wanna chat or thirst over Hawks (or any other character), or just talk fandom in general, my inbox and chat are always open.

#ls asks #hawks bnha #tamaki keigo

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ri-ahhh · 5 years ago

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playing games

Hot summer days are meant for playing games 6k, basically all smut lol whoops

Disclaimer: I’ve created a whole OC character for Grayson in the past year or so, just as a creative outlet, and never really intended on posting it anywhere. Like, at all lol, so on the off chance anyone actually reads this, go easy on me please. If something seems like it doesn’t make sense or needs more background, it’s because it’s already written in the deep recesses of my Pages documents lol.

If you do read, thank you so much! Creative writing, especially fanfics, have always been my creative stress relief, so this is all in good fun. I’m definitely not attached to only this character, though, so if you don’t think this is complete dog shit and want to see other concepts, I’d love to do that! :)

***

There are a lot of negatives to be said about LA, as MJ had learned quickly when she moved here a few years ago from her home state of Oklahoma: the stuck-up snobs; the traffic; the dirty streets everywhere you go. One thing not on that list, however, is the weather — nine times out of ten it’s perfectly sunny and warm.

Today is one of those days where it’s borderline hot, but still comfortable to sit outside and bake in the sun for a couple of hours. That’s what she and Grayson are doing as they lounge peacefully by the pool in his backyard, soaking in all the Vitamin D that mother nature can give them.

MJ welcomes the blast of heat from the outside air that contrasts harshly with the AC she leaves behind in the kitchen. She had gone in to grab the two of them glasses of water and, while she was in there, noticed the house was oddly silent.

She plants a peck on her boyfriend’s full lips as he accepts his glass with a thanks. “Where are the E’s?” she asks, referring to Grayson’s brother Ethan and his girlfriend Evie. They were both still home when she and Gray first went outside, but a quick glance at her phone tells her they’ve been out here for over an hour, so that really means nothing now.

“I think they were gonna take a Soul class and then have a beach day,” Grayson answers. He sits up a bit to take a sip of his water, and MJ can’t help but admire the way his abs, slick with tanning oil, contract deliciously at the movement. They’ve been together for nearly a year now, and she still can’t get enough of his physique. Amongst other traits of his too, of course, but in the context of lying in the warm sun surrounded by the sheen of coconut-scented body oil, it’s what comes to mind first.

Not to mention, he’s wearing her favorite swim trunks of his — the ones she had bought him — that not only make his olive skin tone pop because of their bright turquoise color, but the fit hugs his ass (and dick) in all the right ways.

Clearly, she’s doing a piss-poor job at hiding her ogling, though to be fair she isn’t trying all that hard to begin with.

He smirks at her. “Can I help you?” he teases, knowing damn well what’s going through her head.

MJ flushes when she realizes she’s been caught, but quickly decides two can play this game. She bends over him and only lets him steal a quick glance at her ample cleavage in her bikini before taking hold of his face in both hands and kissing him.

“You’re sexy,” she admits simply when they part, smiling and wiping a dab of saliva from his lower lip with her thumb.

He swats the exposed skin of her ass lightly when she turns to walk the couple of feet away to her own lounger. She yelps in surprise, which melts into giggles. “Not as sexy as you.” She rolls her eyes playfully and blushes at this, though he can’t see her doing so behind her oversized black sunglasses and the shade of her baseball cap. “I mean, come on, MJ, they’re just muscles,” he says with smug grin.

He’s so full of shit today. MJ scoffs and settles into the chair, not quite believing her ears but also realizing he’s still teasing her. “Okay, Gray.”

She glances over at him and sees him rubbing his thighs, something he knows always gets her going, under the guise of applying more sunscreen. The audacity. She knows it’s intentional by the way he’s biting back a grin and stealing glimpses at her out of the corner of his eye.

Oh, so he still wants to play this game? Apparently ten months together hasn’t clued him in that she is just as competitive as he is, even in stupid things like ‘who can make the other person hornier.’

She forms a quick plan. MJ pretends like she’s oblivious to his nonverbal taunts and reaches out her hand for the bottle of Sun Bum. “So the E’s will be out for a while?”

Grayson stops his ministrations to hand her the slick brown bottle. “As far as I know. Why?” he asks, lying back in his lounger and pillowing his head on his hands. The way his arms curl send his biceps and shoulders bulging, another one of her physical weaknesses for him.

Douche.

“Just wondering,” she answers casually. MJ reaches behind her to raise the back of the lounger that is almost completely flat, higher up so that it can keep her in a relaxed sitting position.

Using his physical teasing as fuel to gather her nerve, she next twists her arm behind her back and tugs at the tie on the thick straps of her cherry red bikini, then does the same to the one around her neck. Even though they’re on private property, in an enclosed yard where no one can see, it still feels a little odd and uncomfortable to be even partially nude outdoors. But if it gets her points in this game against Gray, she decides it’s totally worth it.

When she tosses the scrap of fabric to the ground, the rustling causes him to look over and do a double take. “What—?”

MJ looks at him innocently, but grins devilishly inside; boys really are too easy, sometimes. “What, what?” she questions, spraying some of the tanning oil into her hands.

Grayson shakes his head at her and she can feel his gaze, hotter than the rays of the sun on her newly exposed skin, bore into her through his Ray Bans. “I see. So it’s like that, huh?”

“I don't know what you’re talking about. They’re just boobs,” she counters, throwing a variation of his own words back in his beautiful, annoyingly perfect face. Grayson scoffs at her incredulously, and MJ doesn’t even attempt to hold back a victorious smirk. She’s definitely won this battle, and she hasn't even brought out all the ammo. Yet. “For real, though, we basically live together; you see these every day.”

Grayson tosses a hand up and shakes his head like she had just said something ridiculous. “You see me shirtless every day and still look like you want to jump me all the time, so how is that any different?”

He has a point and he knows it, but he’s an idiot if he thinks she’ll admit so. MJ shrugs. “Anyways,” she continues, ignoring his comment, “I’m just trying to get rid of tan lines. And it’s only us here, so who cares?”

“What if they come back?” Grayson argues weakly, still trying to appear nonchalant about his half-naked girlfriend gleaming in the summer sun just three feet away from him.

MJ shrugs again. “We can hear them coming up the driveway from here, so I’ll just cover up when we do. Also, it’s not like Ethan’s never encountered boobs before, and I’m pretty sure Evie and I have seen each other naked more times at this point than you and E have each other.”

He looks a little affronted. “I’m not sure if thats weird or kinda hot, actually.”

She rolls her eyes again but fights back a smile at his somewhat predictable response. “Don’t be weird. Girls generally just don’t give a fuck with each other,” she explains.

“Well, I still don't want my brother peeping your goods; they’re mine.”

MJ should be irritated at his possessiveness, but admittedly she finds it a little endearing — not to mention, she loves when she drives him to be dominant, especially when she knows she’s really the one in control here. She thinks back to the couple of times Ethan had barged in on them in the bedroom on accident and how Grayson always made sure his body was completely shielding hers while he screamed at his brother to get the fuck out. Ethan clearly wasn’t a threat, but Grayson always made her feel safe and secure either way.

It also isn’t like she wants E to see her tits either, but it won't be the end of the world if he does, especially if the risk of it gets Grayson so riled up for her that he’ll think twice before teasing her like this again.

MJ’s got him hooked now and she knows it, so really she doesn’t need to take the final step in her plan. But thinking about his deliberate words and touches gets the competitive fire lit inside her again.

Taking the oil in her hands, she massages it into the supple flesh of her breasts that were, indeed, several shades lighter than the surrounding skin. Her tits jiggle enticingly and her nipples harden a bit at the pleasurable stimulation caused by her own touch; his sunglasses are still on, but she knows he can see the effect she’s having on herself.

“Fuck, MJ,” Grayson finally groans in defeat. He sits up in his lounger and plants his left foot to the ground, utilizing his long legs to pivot over to her chair and straddle the end of the cushioned seat in one movement. His large hands stroke the smooth skin of her calves that are bent in front of him, his eyes glued to the way she’s touching herself. “You win, okay? I’m sorry for teasing you.”

MJ smiles at him, her ego at soaring. She can tell his hands are itching to reach for hers and replace them. He hadn’t lied that first time they met — he really is a boob man, to the tee. Even in non-sexual situations, like whenever they spoon while sleeping or watching a movie, his hand automatically goes under her shirt to cup one.

“I really do want to get rid of these tan lines, though,” MJ tells him, feigning innocence while simultaneously trying to ignore the way her body is reacting to him being right in front of her, touching her. Unfortunately, there is no denying the rush of wetness to her bikini bottoms. She finishes rubbing the oil into her skin and cups her breasts as if he’s blind and can’t see what she’s talking about. “This is really not cute, what I’ve got going on here.”

Grayson scoots farther up the lounger and cups his hands under her bent knees to drag her into his lap. MJ gasps in surprise and hooks her elbow around the back of his neck to balance herself after his forcible movement of her body. He ducks his head down and kisses her, tongue meshing with hers perfectly and exploring her mouth just the way she likes.

“How about we do something more fun than just lay here while you work on that, then?” he pants when they separate. She nips distractedly at the juicy center of his full lower lip in reply, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from him. He plants kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and back up to the spot behind her ear that makes her putty in his hands.

MJ bites her lip to hold back any sounds, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet of letting him know he can do whatever he wants with her at this point. “You were just giving me shit because your brother might walk out here and see my boobs, but now you wanna actually fuck outside?”

She actually didn't hate that idea at all, to be fair.

“Yeah,” he says simply, like there’s nothing to it. “I’ve never done it outside, now that I think about it. Besides our first time, anyways, but that was still in a tent so technically it wasn't ‘outside.’”

This surprises her. Despite his young age, there aren’t a whole lot of opportunities for ‘firsts’ with Grayson, given his past ways. She isn’t about to let this chance slip because of a relatively minor, albeit highly embarrassing, what-if.

MJ grins. She takes her baseball cap off and puts it on his own head, backwards so she can have full access to his pretty face. Not to mention, she definitely has a kink for it that way. She rolls her hips down against his, pleased to feel him semi-hard already.

“Okay,” she agrees easily, using her grip on his neck to bring his lips down to hers once again.

She doesn’t think she’ll ever get tired of kissing Grayson; the man has the act down to a fine art. And as irritated as she had been with him only a few minutes ago, she now feels an overwhelming need to please him as much as he so often does her.

“Sit down,” she whispers directly in his ear, motioning behind her to indicate he should be the one reclining back.

She feels him shudder before obeying. He keeps her securely in his lap by wrapping her legs fully around his waist and stands with her still clinging to him. MJ bites her lip and marvels at the complete lack of effort the shift in position takes for him, and he sits them down where he can rest his back against the lounger.

MJ removes their sunglasses and places them on the ground. “That’s why I love your muscles,” she says, rubbing her covered center along his length and devouring the expression on his face as she does so. Her hands massage delicately across his shoulders and down his biceps as she rocks fluidly on top him. “Forget aesthetics. They’re just evidence that you’re so fucking strong. That you work so hard. That you try to be the best version of you every day.”

She suctions her mouth to the pulse point thumping wildly under his jaw and drags her nails down his pecs, threading her fingers through the patch of hair in the center that he’s allowing to grow. Grayson grabs her ass with one hand to encourage the rocking of her pelvis against his, and squeezes one of her breasts with the other.

“How am I supposed to follow that?” he asks breathlessly and with a huff of laughter, tugging her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

MJ moans softly at the sensation. “Do your best,” she replies with a grin, scraping her teeth along the spot on his jaw before trailing kisses down his throat now.

She feels his hard swallow as he thinks for a second. “Uh, every part of you is so beautiful, and your body is just a reflection of how amazing you are on the inside.”

Wow. MJ laughs incredulously and pulls back to look him in the eye, golden hazel meeting bright green. “I can’t believe you just came up with that romantic ass statement while I’m dry humping you. That’s pretty impressive.”

“I mean, it’s true. And I do aim to please,” he smirks, thrusting up into her.

MJ gasps. Her eyes darken and her tongue subconsciously trails across her lower lip as she stares at her boyfriend heatedly. She cups a tit with her left hand, circling her nipple with her thumb, and grips her fingers into the curls at the back of his neck with her other hand. “I would have been happy with ‘I love your tits because they're the best tits I’ve ever seen, held, or had in my mouth in my entire life.’ But I’ll take your version, too.”

Grayson smiles. “How about, I love you, MJ, every part of you — especially your tits.”

MJ bites back a sappy grin and swears she can feel her heart swelling for him in her chest. “I love you, too,” she sighs, and uses her grasp on his hair to drag him in for a deep kiss.

When she’s had her fill of his mouth, she scoots down his body, trailing her tongue down the indentation dividing his abs and nipping playfully at the taut skin right above the waistband of his trunks. Her mouth waters at the sight of the bulge beneath them, straining against the slick material. “Lift up,” she instructs as she tugs the drawstring and hooks her fingers in the fabric clinging to his hips.

Grayson moans and does as he’s told while MJ pulls his swimsuit down his inked legs until she has to stand up where he can kick them off his foot. She takes a moment to admire the masterpiece that is her boyfriend’s body and uses the advantage of already being stood up to shimmy her bikini bottoms off her hips. She lets them drop to the concrete at her feet before crawling back onto the lounger in-between his thighs.

She can’t resist drawing a ticklish trail down his Adonis belt with her long nails and watching his dick twitch at the playful touch. Grinning, she takes him in her hand and observes with amusement how her simple grasp is already affecting him, spreading the resulting dot of precum around the swollen head. Her palm is still slightly lubricated with the remnants of tanning oil, which creates the perfect amount of friction when she starts to stroke his length up and down slowly, adding a twist of her fist when she reaches the tip.

Grayson throws his head back and moans. MJ utilizes his position as an element of surprise to duck her head and lick a trail on the underside of his cock, base to tip, then wraps her lips around his head.

His chin drops to his chest and his hazy gaze is met with her mischievous one while she stares up at him through her lashes. “Holy fuck, MJ,” he moans, taking hold of her dark locks and fashioning a makeshift ponytail in his fist so he can see her better.

MJ smiles around his length, pulling up and holding the tip against her mouth, kissing it lasciviously. “You want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.

Predictably, Grayson nods enthusiastically, tugging gently on her hair to guide her down his cock. MJ smirks and gathers saliva between her lips. She purses them slightly and drags the slick moisture all along his shaft, coating him until she decides he’s wet enough for her to take him in her throat. He’s the biggest she’s ever had and hasn’t mastered letting him fuck her face yet, but her lips encircle him and she slides him down into her throat as far as she can with relative ease. She hollows her cheeks as she pulled back up, over and over again.

“Oh my God,” he growls, his blunt nails digging into her scalp; MJ adores the sensation. “Just like that, baby.”

She grins and lets him slip out of her mouth with a light pop, stroking him with her small hand while laving his balls with her tongue. MJ always loves sucking Grayson’s dick, but she can’t believe how much doing it outside is making her even wetter than usual. There’s something incredibly hot about being under the cloudless sky, in the fresh air, and, yes, the danger of potentially getting caught.

With that thought fueling her, MJ’s fingers dip down to her pussy and she lets out a tiny whimper when her slim fingers light upon her swollen clit, more for his benefit than an actual reaction to her touch; she wants him to know how much she’s enjoying having him in her mouth. Something about the situation they’ve gotten themselves into out here is amplifying her desire in every way.

“Should I make you come now with my mouth?” she asks, dribbling more saliva on his dick and sucking him as far as she can a few times in quick succession, eyes trained on his, and she’s earned with wanton moans from Grayson’s plump lips. MJ lifts her head, her chest heaving, and gives him a devious smile as she raises the fingers that had been playing with herself to his mouth, continuing to stroke him steadily with her fist. “Or should I put you inside me, baby? Hmm? Should I put your big dick in my tight little pussy?”

Grayson lets out a guttural growl and sucks her proffered fingers into his warm mouth readily. Before she realizes what’s happening, Gray is reaching behind him to lay the chair flat again, and she practically topples over at the sudden movement.

“C’mere,” he instructs as he lies back, motioning for her to climb up his body. He takes the hat off and throws it across the yard when the bill impedes him from lying flat.

MJ pouts. Despite her teasing questions, she isn’t done sucking him off yet. And she really liked how that cap looked on him. “But—”

“MJ, sit on my fucking face now,” he demands, his voice deep and commanding; it makes her shiver and her head swim. His hazel eyes, which usually turn almost as green as hers in the sun, are now a deep chocolate brown behind the darkness of his pupils, dilated with pure desire.

Well, shit. She doesn’t need to be told twice; when Gray is in this mood, there’s no room for arguing, and she loves it. MJ bites her lip and crawls up his abdomen until her knees are resting above his shoulders and her shins lay alongside his chest in what little room is left on the lounger. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around her thigh, the other reaching up for her breasts, and attaching his mouth to her throbbing center.

She cries out when his tongue drags through her slit and flicks against her clit a few times before thrusting inside her. One of her hands supports her weight on the top edge of the chair and the other cards roughly through his thick hair, tugging none-too-gently on his dark wavy mop.

Grayson moans and nuzzles his nose against her swollen flesh, grinning up at her and tweaking a nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Did you get this wet just from sucking my dick, sweetheart?” MJ nods, the game of pretending he has no affect on her flying out the proverbial window. He lets out a little noise of affirmation. “I thought so. That’s why I love eating you out after you blow me; you’re always dripping for me.”

Without warning he sucks harshly on her clit and she shrieks, throwing her head back and moaning uncontrollably despite her best efforts. “Grayson!”

Grayson leaves the little bundle of nerves and dips his tongue down to her entrance once again as if to taste the fruits of his labor, groaning quietly. “So fucking sweet, baby. I love how you taste,” he says before repeating the actions over and over, driving her insane with the unrelenting pleasure of his simple motions.

She doesn’t know how she has the capacity to speak, but she manages to get her vocal cords and brain to coordinate. “I…fuck — I, I wanted to t-taste your cum, too,” she squeaks out, trying not to grind down on his face too hard. Not that he seems to mind.

His big hands restrain her hips anyways, long enough for him to speak. “I know you did,” he says with a smirk, and his voice vibrates sensually against her center. “You can do that next time, but right now you’re gonna come for me, and then I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk. How’s that sound?”

God, the man knows how to use that mouth — in more ways than one. MJ can only moan and use her vice grip on his hair to tug him back to her pussy as confirmation that yes, that sounds fucking amazing.

All teasing pretenses are dropped as he goes straight for her clit and suckles her with purpose, that purpose being to get her to cum hard and fast. Sure enough, she feels the beginnings of her orgasm in her lower belly, driven by the sight of his eyes gazing adoringly up at her from between her legs.

It doesn’t take much longer once he adds both hands to her breasts, her moans reaching higher and higher pitches the closer she gets. “Ohmygod, yes!” she squeals, her knees squeezing instinctively around his head as he keeps up his ministrations, only gentler so she can ride out the high of her orgasm.

MJ’s moans turn to whimpers, and when she’s relatively back to earth she murmurs an apology as she slinks back down his body. Gray shakes his head in dismissal of her words and sits up, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her deeply. She can taste herself on his mouth, and it gives her little aftershocks.

She settles over his lap and straddles his hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy against his rock hard dick because despite the amazing orgasm he had just given her, she was always ready to go for him; he makes her insatiable, sometimes.

“Fuck me,” she demands against his lips, lifting up so he can take hold of his dick and position himself where she only has to sit back and let him fill her up.

There isn’t much room on the lounger, but the way she’s forced to keep her legs close together just makes the fit extra tight and extra good. He lies on his back again, and MJ moans as she bounces on his cock with her hands planted on his broad chest for support while he grips her ass tightly.

Grayson for his part takes a moment to close his eyes so he can fully experience the warmth of the sun, the sweet wetness of her pussy, and the taste of her still on his lips all at once. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of an angel leaning over him. The sun is right behind her head and creates a halo effect, making his heart skip a beat despite the fact that she’s doing all the work while he lies flat, spoiling him with her body like always.

MJ smiles down at him breathlessly and drags her manicured jet-black nails down his pec. He loves the pain of it, she found out early on in their relationship, and she’s more than happy to inflict it. It turns her on like crazy to watch his eyes roll back and his jaw to drop as he sucks in a harsh breath.

He can sense her tiring when she slows down and starts grinding on him, rubbing her clit into the groomed patch of hair at the base of his dick as she catches her breath and gives her quads a break. She moans and twitches when Grayson digs his thumbs in the sensitive creases of her hips as he sits up. He moves her legs to hook around his waist before wrapping his arms around her sweaty back.

“Hold on to me.”

MJ pants and clutches her arms around his neck, tightening her grip with her legs around his trim hips and digging her heels into his round ass. She buries her face in his shoulder as he stands both of them up. She doesn’t know what his plans are, but she hopes they aren’t going far; she needs him back inside her as soon as possible.

Her back hits the wall in the next moment and she revels in the firm, cool feel of the smooth siding against her skin that’s become heated from the sun and physical exertion. Grayson uses the leverage of the wall to keep her against the solid surface while he switches his hold on her so that her knees are now hooked over his elbows. Even in her somewhat delirious state, MJ can tell this will allow him to use the combined potential of his considerable physical strength and the support from the wall to fuck her senseless.

Their eyes connect as they both take a moment to gather themselves. Gray smiles at her sweetly and plants his palms against the wall as he dips his hips enough to thrust up into her.

MJ whimpers as he stretches her again, reveling in that sense of fullness and completion that she only experiences when he’s inside her. When he bottoms out, she cups his jaw and uses the strength in her core to raise herself up enough to connect their lips together. Her tongue instantly slips into his mouth and slides along his, tasting all of her that’s left in him, until she tucks her head in his neck to suck kisses up and down the thick column of his neck.

“Go, Gray, please.”

Grayson moans and lifts her up as he pulls back with his hips, only to let her sink back down on his dick while simultaneously thrusting up into her swollen pussy. As he continues and picks up the pace, the depth he reaches and the force behind their movements sends her reeling. Her nails dig harshly into the smooth ripples of his back as her eyes look almost unseeingly down over his shoulder at the wide expanse of flexing muscles. The newness of this angle makes her realize that this position is another first for the two of them. They’ve had sex standing up before, but never like this, where he’s almost completely supporting her and letting gravity do half the work for them.

The noises of their mixed moans and the sounds of their hips clashing fills the otherwise silent backyard. MJ leans back against the wall and grips his biceps, using her position to fully take in the power of his body. Every muscle bulges out with exertion, his jaw clenches in pleasure and concentration, his eyes flitting between her bouncing tits and her flushed face as he pants harshly.

Everything about her — mind, body and soul — is overwhelmed. She can’t help it; she’s so turned on by him, so in love with him, the words just pour out, even though she knows they won’t improve his stamina any.

“You’re so fucking strong, baby. I love how you can hold me up and fuck me like this with your big dick. You’re making me feel so good…” On one particularly sharp thrust, he hits the spot, and her eyes instantly roll back in her head while she lets out a purely reactionary shriek of pleasure. “Right there, Gray! Baby, holy shit…”

“Jesus, MJ, you’re so fucking hot,” Gray rasps out behind clenched teeth. From the animalistic noises he’s making and the unhinged expression on his beautiful face, she can tell he’s barely holding on anymore, but he’s getting her there so fast that she hopes he can last just that much longer.

With a surge of strength she didn’t know she had left in her, MJ leans up and wraps her arms around his neck, then hooks her legs over his ass for leverage so that his arms can hold her by the backs of her thighs. She starts thrusting herself and grinding down on his pubic bone, perfectly stimulating both her clit and that deep spot within her. Her body shatters a second later, her limbs quaking with the force of the waves coursing through her.

She knows that normally Grayson would let her ride it out at her own pace, even rub her clit slowly to get her through it, but he’s so riled up at this point that he simply slams her against the wall and pounds into her relentlessly. MJ’s mouth gapes open soundlessly as, to her complete amazement, she feels yet another orgasm right on the heels of the one that has just started abating.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants repeatedly, making direct eye contact with him. She knows what will trigger them both to fall over the edge. “You’re fucking me so good. I want you to come inside me, baby, please!”

A guttural groan rips from his throat, his thrusts falter, and his forehead drops to hers as she feels the first spurts of his cum shoot into her. This is all she needs for her own orgasm to tear through her, radiating warmth and electricity through her whole body with an indescribable intensity.

Masculine, relieved whines escape his open mouth, the sounds alone making her clench inadvertently around his throbbing length inside her. His lower lip is too enticing for her to resist, and she nips it teasingly before drawing him in for a slow, perfectly sloppy kiss. They’re both still distracted by the pleasure coursing through their connected bodies as he finishes inside her.

“Fuck, that was good,” he whispers after a minute of recovery, trailing his mouth down her jaw and nuzzling her neck sweetly. MJ smiles and hugs his sweaty head to her, kissing his temple in return. She’s about to suggest they go cuddle on the daybed under the shade of the awning, but she never gets the chance because…

“What the fuck, dude?!”

“Oh my God, you actual assholes! Gross!”

A scream catches in MJ’s throat as their heads whip to the sliding back door only a few feet away, and there they are; the E’s had apparently gotten home from the beach much earlier than she thought they would. Or maybe she and Gray have just been fucking for that long.

Once the scare of their sudden reappearance has worn off, she can’t stop a smirk from gracing her lips, though she does try to hide it in Gray’s neck in mock mortification. That’s not to say she’s not embarrassed, but what can she do?

“Well, don’t look!” Grayson cries, but she can hear the concealed laughter in his voice, just as her smile grows even wider against his sweaty skin.

“How about you don’t have sex outside against our house where we can look, you bitch ass!” Ethan screams at his brother. MJ peeks a glance at him and sees him standing there with the heels of both hands digging into his eyes, as if he is not only blocking out the image before him but trying to rub it from his memory, too. Evie is just running around the patio, laughing and yelling “No!” at the top of her lungs, which makes MJ giggle too despite her best efforts.

As humorous as this situation is and even though Grayson’s body is pressed against hers completely, it’s still pretty embarrassing considering she’s butt-ass naked with her boyfriend’s softening dick still inside her, in a backyard with two of her best friends right there to see. “I mean, we literally just finished if you want to walk away and let us clean up, then the whole yard is all yours.”

“MJ, can you not just clean up now?” Ethan insists irritatedly. “We’ve already got our shit ready to come lay out.”

She pulls her face out of his neck and looks at Grayson, biting her lip to fight the shit-eating grin threatening to break across her face; she can already picture his brother’s reaction to what she’s about to say. But what the fuck are he and Evie even still doing out here? Why are they not inside? They’re the ones making this weird.

“Well, we need to go grab my swimsuit bottoms, or otherwise there’ll be a, ah, mess, if you know what I mean. Also, I don't think I can walk.”

Just as she predicted, Ethan makes a dramatic retching sound and reaches his hand out for his girlfriend blindly. “Evelina, help me. Let’s go bleach our eyes out before I throw up from these mental images.”

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