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Re-watching wakfu for the first time in years and s1 Yugo was so silly???
dude discovered he could make portals at will and his first thought after actually acknowledging it is "i can do so many cool pranks with this"
#he was just a kid..... guys he was just a kid....#HE WAS SO SILLY#also the fact that after eva told him they used to call amalia princess gobball he just laughs at it â ïž#was he 12? i think he was in s1#why dont they ever celebrate characters bdays tho#thinking over it now there was little to no chill time for these guys#sure there was a good amount of non plot stuff to get to know the characters but like#idk? ummm like in the first ova they gave them some chill time and i wish they had done that more#s4 was an amalgamation of âFUCK NOT AGAIN JFCâ#OH ACTUALLY#there was (1) episode with chill time and i loved it#despite having gone thru alot of effort to be like look!!! chibi and grougal!!! theyre bros!!! yugo spent like. 5 minutes of screentime#with them. like actually being their brother.#and like it was kinda funny because imagine like the world sorta blowing up a little and then ur child comes back just to say#'dad im rlly fucking upset. ive been to the house of the gods btw. and i met my mom.'#alibert mustve been so fkn confused hdhdbd#then again. its like. average shit for his son#alibert went from gay dad with his lil guy from a species he does not know of who basically works a farm inn to like#a literal demigod. he def has made some enemies#i remember the most abt yugo bec the hyperfix was strongest on him#current thoughts on the others in the brotherhood:#tristepin: yugos nickname did not translate well into en lmao. also my guy pls stop harrassing women?? he gets an arc ik but like. my guy.#yes specifically s1 them#amalia: i mean. she does in fact act like a spoiled 13 yr old. but like. girl they did u kinda dirty.#eva: they also did you kinda dirty. love that your the only one just sick of everyones logic defying shit.#ruel: yk what. no notes. that is the most realistic old man ive ever seen. hes hilarious#az: this mf gets his ass in trouble every five seconds. u can tell he grew up with yugo. also according to s4 he gets bitches so XD#wu's rewatch notes#thats what im calling this#wakfu
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I remember many times when my grandmother would make off hand remarks about how testosterone would make me look like a joke. that it would be funny and unnatural for someone like me to have a beard.
before that i remember my mother outing me to my grandparents without my knowledge or consent. and then having to sit with both of them on different occasions for a year while they tried to tell me i was just a masculine woman. One where they thought it was okay to ask if I'd get pregnant if a potential partner "really really wanted it đ„ș" (Which. sidenote. what the actual fuck??)
i remember the day after one of those conversations my mother took me into town for a "suprise" from my grandma. and they tried to make me get my ears pierced. even when i said i didn't want to. the only reason they stopped was because i had an autistic shutdown in public and they were too embarrassed to keep trying to force me into it. That happened 2 years ago. i have very real trauma from that day.
They never cared about my gender nonconformity until i came out.
They still seem to believe that I'd only be a man if i actually secretly hated myself.
#i kinda just wanted to talk about some of the stuff I've gone through since coming out as a trans man#I've been very lucky that most of what I've faced was family and not the outside world but that definitely doesn't go for all transmascs#not even most#I'm so fucking angry at the world for the way my transfemme siblings are openly harrassed and assaulted#and I'm very grateful that i live in a place where âmasculine womenâ aren't seen as a bad thing and also harassed#but my safety come from strangers assumptions that i am a cis woman making a fashion choice#i don't know the experience of *being* transfemme. so i listen. and i try to understand.#equally if you're transfemme. you don't know the experience of being transmasc. and that's okay. listen. and try and understand what you ca#and also#really fucking important#we need to stop completely fucking ignoring non-binary people when they speak about their experiences both in and outside our community#denying other trans people words for their experiences just leads to bitterness#and infighting#which we see a lot of#tw transphobia#transphobia#transmisogyny#transandrophobia#trauma#personal vent#I'm very much not here to start arguments i just needed to get this out somewhere#imp meows
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honestly kind of afraid to post much here at all because I WAS doing it last year for a little bit until i got an anon one day wishing i die in agony from prostate cancer completely unprompted. The only reason that happened is because i had posted and tagged something innocuous and a random transphobe found it. and with twitter no longer having moments (and the posts that were put in them just removed so now nothing archived) and cohost like last 2 days just not letting ppl post photos idk where to put art anymore lol
#the simpler solution is to just keep off anon but the few times i ever get asks are on anon itsliek. idk i really dont think it matters#idk how much longer i'll even want to stay on this site but i say that about everything :\#and like i just want somewhere to put stuff i draw because i have fun and would like to think other people want to see it or would enjoy it#but also like what if i wake up and my sd card is corrupted and i just lose all the stuff ive drawn over liek 4 years i want it SOMEWHERE#growing up like basically anytime we moved my mom would either throw out or lose our stuff in a storage unit she couldnt keep up with rent#and i used to have a habit of deleting everything online when i deemed it wasnt worth being seen because of self depreciation so#sometimes it feels like theres no proof i ever existed before 2014 afterwards idk im insane maybe i shouldnt care about this shit#and like no matter what app or website im on im still seeing trans women harrassed and threatened constantly like why did i ever feel like#could be myself and show more of myself online its really no different than âIRLâ i just dont think i'll ever be comfortable
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many people were confused about some of my previous posts, so for the sake of clarity i am condensing everything! tumblr has extremely transphobic moderation practices, often flagging completely innocent posts as explicit, solely for containing trans women in them or mentioning transgenderism. while letting untagged porn in sfw tags (ive literally seen porn tagged as "sfw agere") and blatent hatespeech, especially twards trans people (just look at the "gender critical" tag) go completely unchecked recently the CEO of tumblr had a big public hissyfit about people (rightfully) calling him transmysogenistic, going into random trans womens dms to harrass them, and saying that predstrogen saying she "hopes he explodes with hammers and then explodes again and hammers fly everywhere" is a death threat and saying he is calling the FBI on her (repeatedly misgendering her and calling her "it") and many bloggers, apon speaking out about it or even making harmless jokes (one trans woman posted a picture of a car and a hammer with the caption "reblog to scare matt" and got nuked for it) and many are very very angry (rightfully) about this whole affair and tumblr in general. if you would like to look into it i reccomend scrolling the "predstrogen" tag as she is the case most people are talking about at the moment. So, what can we do? this is clearly an ongoing issue, and, dispite having lost a lawsuit about their transphobic moderation in the past (see : https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/21274288-tumblr-nycchr-settlement) its clearly not gonna stop with just user complaints, as staff members are perfectly content to just go scorched earth on users who even so much as lightly poke fun at them well if you want to help you should contact the human rights commision (i will give clear details further down) ! you dont have to be in the US, nor be an adult to file, and it only takes a few minutes. this is the best and most effective method to fix this, because it hits tumblr where it hurts. human rights acencies have a lot of legal and financial power and tumblr CAN NOT just ignore them, and given that this will be the seccond time this is happening, the commisions shouldnt be playing nice anymore eaither. its really important that AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE FILE, and with different examples! while maybe your case might not be enough to prop up a lawsuit on its own, we need to prove a general trend. so every little bit counts! to respond to another question abt this ive gotten, as for what exactly to report, you should a) write about an act of discrimination youve recieved on tumblr that was eaither administered by a staff member OR that staff refused to give adequate moderation action in for example : a terf posted some blatent hatespeech targeted twards you, and you reported them, and staff looked at the issue and refused to persecute it. example 2 : you were unfairly flagged, deleted, or otherwise punished by a staff member and you are queer ( AND the post they banned you for has some kind of tie to your gender, ex : a sfw transition progress photo ) OR b) if you have not personally recieved something like that, please look for other peoples stories (THEY SHOULDNT BE HARD TO FIND, within the last couple of hours trans people have been being banned LEFT AND RIGHT for trying to speak on this. i would reccomend checking some of the tags related to what happened with predstrogen) and you should describe that incident as best as possible (be sure to disclose that you are speaking for someone else, ideally you should tell the story of someone you know, if possible.) you can also mention any reports you have made twards people posting blatent hatespeech that, opon reveiwing tumblr refused to prosecute dispite it being very obviously against terms of service. just so nobody gets confused about the filing process, im laying it out in more plain languadge!!
first you should email the SF HRC (san francisco human rights commision), at [email protected] and say something along these lines :
Hello, I am [full name] from [country or state] and I am filing a complaint against Tumblr, witch is owned by the parent company Automattic Inc. located at 60 29th St, San Francisco, CA 94110.
Tumblr has had previous issues with the NYC DHR for their moderation being unfairly biased against trans women (see : https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/21274288-tumblr-nycchr-settlement).
Despite a legally binding agreement with the NYC DHR, staff members still regularly harrass users based on their gender or sexual orientations. For example : on [date of most recent infraction] [describe incident] (if you are describing an incident that did not happen to you specifically, say something like) This incident involves the user [username] who I am not affiliated with (or/) who I am filing on behalf of.
I can be reached for further inquiries about this incident at [email you want to talk over] or [phone number you want to talk over]. (if you would like to be anonymous) However, In the event of legal prosecution against Automattic I would refer to be kept anonymous, where possible, in court proceedings. alternatively, you can also call the SF HRC at : 415-252-2500, you can use the above text as a starting point for this as well, next you want to fill out the form for the NYC DHR (new york city department of human rights) here : https://www.nyc.gov/site/cchr/about/report-discrimination.page for company you wanna put : Automattic and/or Tumblr for address you wanna put : 770 Broadway, New York, NY 10003 for phone number you wanna put : (646) 513-4321 and for category of discrimination you can put : Discriminatory harassment and basis of discrimination you can put : Gender; Gender identity you can then use a similar script on the written section of the form. when describing a specific incident, you should attach as many screenshots and links as possible! (for links, include both a live link and an archival link, so take a capture with the internet archive and have that as an alternative, incase a staff member gets petty.) this should only take a few minutes at most, and it helps alot! you can fill this out if you are a minor, and you dont have to be a us resident, please please take the time!!! and, just to clarify because there are many posts going around that are confused about this tumblr moved offices to san francisco recently, so their main HQ is at : 60 29th St, San Francisco, CA 94110 they DO still have an office in new york city, and thats where their PREVIOUS HQ was, the address is : 770 Broadway, New York, NY 10003
#art#my art#mspaint#rowens liddol guys#mspaint animations#the beast speaks#important shit#transgender#trans#predstrogen
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‷ summary: saudi arabian and australian grands prix happen! y/n starts making vlogs for the races and it reveals more about her and a certain driver's feelings than she hoped, not that she notices. poor oscar's stuck in the middle of it all but he's trying his best!
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mclaren saudi arabia, you were beautiful even if the results weren't! ready for what's to come
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user1 admin not using a single nice photo of the drivers đ
user2 admin be honest is this your revenge era
mclaren well, yes!
user3 HELP MEEEE
user4 the way lando looks at her đ
user5 this is a place of business
user6 oscar looks petrified đ
mclaren dw guys we're still training him!
oscarpiastri wtf why would u say it like that, i'm not a dog
mclaren full-time team mascot, part time driver
user7 admin drop the insta your so pretty đđ
user8 no literally, content of her WHERE
mclaren ynusername đ€ČđŒ
user9 LETS FUCKING GO
user10 HER DISSING HER OWN TEAM đ THEY'RE GONNA FIRE YOU GIRL
mclaren they don't pay me to LIE
user11 CRAZYY
user12 LANDO IS NEVER GETTING A GOOD PIC EVER AGAIN đ
mclaren what can i say, i am no mans peace ïżœïżœïżœ
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landonorris reporting you to hr
mclaren for what
landonorris idk harrassment or something
mclaren ok keyboard warrior, lets calm down đ
user14 KEYBOARD WARRIOR HELEPSJSM
user15 i vote admin just takes over and we don't even get driver pictures
user16 real and true
user17 i fear we may have lost the plot
user18 thoughts on today's results
mclaren i'm trying to be positive in general but man
user19 LMAOOOOO
user20 ik the pr department is shaking in their boots after every post notif
mclaren probably! but unfortunately for everyone, i am going to keep doing whatever i want
user21 no more lando beef, mclaren admin?
mclaren i forget but i never forgive. i forgot why we were fighting but i stay hating bitches đ„±
landonorris literally WHAT DID I DO
mclaren IDK BUT IK U PISSED ME OFF đ«”
oscarpiastri diabolical photo choice
oscarpiastri i look like a little kid on picture day
mclaren so basically your everyday look
oscarpiastri yk what you are making this work environment very hostile
mclaren i can make it more hostile if you want đ€š
oscarpiastri nevermind!!!
maxfewtrell most flattering lando picture i've seen in years
mclaren that's saying something isn't it đ€©
user22 i went to haterville and they all knew you admin
mclaren they actually just elected me mayor there!!! đȘđ»
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ynusername if my admin duties don't kill me, i promise my caffeine addiction will! (:
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user23 be honest, how many coffees have you had today
ynusername 3!
user24 oh that's not that bad
ynusername +5
user24 JESUS CHRSUT
bsfusername at this point i think meth would be healthier
ynusername honestly yeah
ynusername thanks for the suggestion!!
user25 nooo admin don't do meth ur so sexy aha
ynusername that just made me want to do meth more
landonorris so what i'm hearing is buying you an espresso machine would get me in your good graces đ
user26 oh brother here he goes
ynusername you must be deaf then
landonorris đ 2 espresso machines?
ynusername i don't want ur dirty espresso machines đ
oscarpiastri now what car is that đ«”
ynusername SHHHHH
oscarpiastri TRAITOR
bsf2username when your not busy being super sexy on a race track, can we go thrifting and get sweetgreen and overpriced coffee đđŒđđŒ
ynusername this could've been an email, get this out of my comments đ
ynusername but yeah obviously
user27 admin vlogs when đ
ynusername SOON!!! very very soon
user28 mother feeding us once again
ynusername brb, adding single mom who works two jobs, loves her kids, and never stops to my resume
danielricciardo coffee recipe where?
ynusername in your dms now âŒïž
danielricciardo is this flirting
ynusername no if i was flirting i would've told you to ask me in person, i'm just being charitable
landonorris can i get the coffee recipe too then đ€ČđŒ
ynusername wdy want next, my mugs? keep on walking charity case
user29 CHARITY CASE IS CRAZYDFHAJ
user30 she's so effortlessly funny and mean i love her
user31 i feel like this is so unprofessional /:
ynusername babe professional where, you are on??? my personal?? account???
user32 maybe she's born with it, maybe it's the fact that she's consumed enough caffeine to tranquelize a horse
user33 oh please the horse would be dead
ynusername call an ambulance, BUT NOT FOR ME âŒïžđȘđ»đŁïž
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"This thing better be working," could be heard slightly muffled in between vague shuffling sounds. After a second or two of incoherent noise, the camera footage finally came on. Y/N smiled at herself in the camera as the recording light blinked to life, and raised her hand victoriously. She grabbed the smile microphone in front of her and laughed, "It looks like everything is working. Thank God, I wouldn't have known how to fix it otherwise."
"Alright everybody, welcome to the first race weekend vlog hosted by me! Your favorite McLaren admin and social manager. It took me forever to figure out how I wanted to go about this, but now I think I settled on a format that will work," She explained as she walked around the small, clean kitchen that was within frame of the camera. She pulled a glass jar out of her cabinets and left it on the counter before pulling a jug of cold brew and a cartridge of milk out of her fridge.
"It is currently 7:30 A.M on March 29th, and I have a flight to Melbourne in 3 hours. I'm already packed and ready for this weekend, but I wanted to get an introduction filmed and I wanted to take a shower before I left." Y/N paused for a moment as she poured the coffee into her mason jar until she seemed satisfied and began to add some milk. "I am totally exhausted so this is probably cup one of like," she laughed, "I don't know seven probably. And this is a pretty big jar I won't lie."
"The race weekend doesn't technically start until Friday, so I'll be getting there a bit early, but I wanted to film some content before the race weekend gets really hectic, so McLaren is sending me a little bit earlier. I'm excited though! I love the heat, even if I live in London the antithesis of Australian weather," she taste-tested her coffee and hummed in delight.
"God I really never miss with this stuff," she said contently. "Anyway, it's a bit of an early start today, but I'll have plenty of time to sleep on the fight. I mean can you believe that London to Melbourne is a nearly 22 hours," she scoffed. "I vote that we start making all of the races in one place so I don't have to feel jet lag more painful than the force of 1,000 suns every other weekend. Not that I'm complaining," she chuckled awkwardly, "I love my job McLaren please don't fire me."
Abruptly an orange tabby cat came into the frame of the camera, causing Y/N to abruptly grab her glass jar in the hopes of avoiding a mess. She gasped, but laughed as the cat scampered off as quickly as it had come. She shook her head fondly.
"That, ladies and gentleman, was Cali! My cat. She's literally my baby, and I love her more than anything else on this earth. However, she does have an affinity for hitting things off of counters and breaking them. She also hates men and nearly all other animals, so she's basically the world's biggest hazard to society. She's a good girl, I love her." Y/N explained between sips of coffee as she stared wistfully past the the frame of the camera, where it could be assumed Cali had gone.
Abruptly an alarm went off and Y/N threw her head back with a groan.
"That means I have to get in the shower and get ready so I can leave on time," she said, before taking a few more sips of coffee. "I'm going to go do that, and the next time you'll hear my beautiful voice will be at the Melbourne Airport! Cue the travel montage!"
An assortment of clips follow. Y/N is seen dragging her luggage through Heathrow Airport. Y/N is seen ordering another coffee at the airport, finishing the coffee, and ordering another before her flight. Y/N is seen responding to emails from her airplane seat, editing video footage, and responding to instragram and twitter comments. Footage is shown outside the plane window of a cloudy, blue sky and a time lapse is shown as the sky grows beautiful shades of pink and red before becoming a starry-night sky. Y/N is seen cozy in a throw blanket and a travel pillow, presumably asleep with headphones on. Y/N is shown pulling her luggage through the airport once again, with a brand new coffee cup in hand. She smiles, taking a sip before she is seen settled down in a seat in the bustling airport.
"Twenty-two or so hours later and I have finally landed in Melbourne. I'm waiting for my Uber to get here so I can finally be taken to my hotel to drop my stuff off. I have a meeting with the McLaren drivers in two hours, but luckily I slept really well on the plane. I don't know how else I would be able to deal with Lando Norris. I'm going to finish this coffee in order to maximize my tolerance for the next few hours, but I suspect I'll be getting a new coffee before I reach that meeting. My addiction truly knows no bounds," she laughs, trying to ignore the people vaguely shown within frame that are staring at her speaking to a camera.
The camera cuts abruptly and the waiting screen from SpongeBob flashes on the screen, including the narrator's voice reading "2 hours later."
Y/N is shown once again in new clothes, a new coffee cup in hand, and luggage replaced by a small canvas bag. Her comfortable plane clothes have been swapped out for jean shorts and a plain white tank-top. Her hair is clipped back out of her face, and she is adorned with simple gold jewelry and light makeup.
Y/N smiles at the camera as she walks, bustling and talking heard around her, before whispering into the small microphone, "I have arrived at the McLaren garage. It is now time to meet with Lord Lando and workplace mascot Oscar Piastri," the titles slip off her tongue sarcastically and she doesn't bother suppressing an eye-roll.
In the next clip, Oscar and Lando are seen seated on either side of her as they sit in what seems like a board-room. Lando leans over and whispers something that the camera doesn't pick up and Oscar laughs while Y/N grimaces and reaches forward to readjust the camera. When the camera comes back on, Lando and Oscar are seated together on the left of Y/N as she faces on angle toward both them and the camera.
"Don't just sit there and look pretty, say hello to the camera boys," Y/N says and Oscar cackles at the disgruntled look on Lando's face.
"Is that your way of calling me pretty Y/N," Lando chokes out between laughs, and Y/N scoffs with an eye-roll.
"I was actually talking about Oscar, but whatever floats your little papaya boat Norris," Y/N deadpans and Oscar doubles over from the force of his laughter at the pout on Lando's face.
"That's not nice at all, I hope you know that. I think I am sitting here very prettily, thank you very much," Lando says, leaning into the girl next to him to speak into her microphone.
Y/N draws the microphone back, swatting him away, "Yes, yes quite prettily," Y/N mocks in a British accent.
Oscar, still trying to recover, joins in, "Pretty little Lando Norris," and Y/N laughs jovially, reaching across Lando as if the boy weren't there to high-five the Austrialian driver.
"Bullies, the lot of you," Lando mumbles and Y/N brushes off his comment without response before finally facing the camera.
"Anyway, welcome to the first McLaren race weekend vlog. I'm Y/N L/N, the best media manager in the whole god damn world, and this is Lando Norris, the biggest pain in my ass, and Oscar Piastri, the second biggest pain in my ass. How are you feeling about Melbourne boys?" Y/N questions, transitioning smoothly much to the British driver's chagrin.
"Feeling proud to be the second biggest pain in the ass and not the first. Probably the only time i've been glad to get second actually," Oscar comments and Y/N laughs as Lando shakes his head in disappointment.
"But in all seriousness it is good to be home, this is easily my favorite race of the year seeing as it's my home race and i'm looking forward to, hopefully, good results from our team," Oscar supplies and Y/N nods along to his words.
"Yes, Australia, we are in you and we are happy about it," both boys choked out a laugh at the manager's sexual innuendo and Oscar quickly covered his mouth with his hand so as not to react too much. "What about you Lando what are you feeling," Y/N questioned, leaning the small microphone to the boy.
"Feeling like that was a stupid joke. And also like I am going to be getting P1 this weekend. I can feel it in my bones."
"Leave my jokes alone Lando, you're not being paid to be a critic," she scoffed, "and if I recall, you said the same thing in Saudi Arabia not that long ago. What's changed now?"
Lando rolled his eyes, "What's changed is that we're in Australia now and I'm feeling much more confident."
"Well thank god for that," Y/N supplied unhelpfully as Oscar laughed.
"Now, what we really came here for, it's time to film a video for this channel, it's going to be a fan Q and A, I picked the questions. By the time this vlog is up, the QnA should've already been posted. So feel free to stop watching this and to go watch that or whatever," Y/N commented. "After that we're going to film a TikTok challenge," both and Lando and Oscar grimaced, but Y/N ignored their dismay at the idea of fiming yet another TikTok, so cue the montage! Filming time!" Y/N exclaimed and the screen transitioned to a new series of clips.
In the first clip Oscar and Lando were sitting in two chairs while Y/N sat across from them with a set of notecards.
"Lando, this question from user "ln4mania" asks, "Are you and admin actually friends? Or is the online beef real? The people demand answers!" Y/N reads off with a laugh.
"Do you hear that, the people demand answers Lando! Don't keep them waiting!" Oscar and Y/N laugh as Lando shakes his head and tucks his face into his hands.
"There is no beef, guys. Me and admin, or rather me and Y/N are just fine. We hadn't even actually met when that happened," Lando supplied between laughs. Y/N looked at the camera and rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, faux-disagreeing with the boy.
She ignored the simmering pit of disappointment in her stomach. She did in fact have a problem with entitled little Lando Norris who still gave her side-eyed looks and judgmental stares whenever he saw her. If that wasn't humiliating enough, Oscar had clearly noticed it too, which just gave Y/N the feeling that she wasn't being taken seriously at all now that Oscar understood Lando's lack of respect for Y/N. However that didn't matter in the current moment. All that mattered was making this video.
The next clip showed Lando and Oscar sitting at a table with bowls of water in front of them and towels strewn across a chair just within frame of the camera. Y/N stood behind them, hands rested in their hair as she reacted to the prompts being read by someone, an unnamed media intern, off-camera.
"Who is harder to make videos with?" The intern asked and Y/N huffed out a laugh as she let her hands fully grasp Lando's curls and push him into the water quickly. He sputtered, trying to blink the water out of his eyes as Y/N laughed at the wet-puppy dog look he was sporting.
Y/N tried to shake the ridiculous desire to let her hands run through the soft curls underneath her finger tips. Curse Lando and whatever stupidly good, rich-person hair routine he used that made him smell good and look good, and... whatever.
Lando, blinking water out of his eyes, was now undoubtedly certain that being damn-near waterboarded was worth it if it meant that Y/N would laugh like that again. He knew Oscar would harass him again later for being "down-bad" or something along those lines- as he had done every time he caught the man staring-, but as he caught a glimpse of Y/N's bright smile and shaking shoulders, he found he didn't really care.
The next clip showed Oscar, Lando, Y/N, and a laughing media intern as they all dried off- somehow all having become wet through the course of filming. Y/N dried herself off quickly, taking a sip of her newly refilled coffee, not seeing the way that only the camera and Oscar saw Lando stared at her until the driver was nudged back into focus on drying himself off.
A title-card once again came on the screen with white words on a photo collage of Australian grand-prix candids that Y/N had taken, reading "Race montage? More likely than you'd think."
Footage was shown of the free practice sessions. Oscar and Lando getting in and out of their cars. Engineers along the pit wall going over data. The team speaking incoherently, going over the game plan for Sunday's race. Oscar and Lando greeting fans, signing merch, and posing for photos. Y/N smiling and waving at a cheering crowd of people before staring at the camera incredulously with a small caption reading: "Omg she's famous your honor". More clips showed Lando laughing as Oscar tossed grapes and Lando moved to catch them with his mouth. Lando nearly choking as Y/N cackled in the background. Multiple clips showing Y/N with a fresh coffee, and another... and another, as Oscar's face in the background grew with concern. Zak Brown explaining to Y/N the dangers of caffeine overdose, and the need for moderation. Y/N explaining to Zak Brown that without coffee she would simply collapse and die, which the camera showed did nothing to ease her concern. Y/N getting caps signed by the drivers for fans and walking away with intricate friendship bracelets decorating her wrists.
And finally footage of the race. The engineers in the garage. The pit-crew changing tires. The cars racing past as Y/N watched attentively. Footage of the crowd as they cheered when the cars whizzed past. Smiling faces of fans. Y/N's cheers as Oscar and Lando passed. The smiling faces of McLaren employees as Lando and Oscar crossed the checkered flag in P6 and P8 respectively.
Y/N accepting hugs from both drivers, ignoring the burning sensation in her stomach as Lando wrapped his arms around her with a smile and a laugh. Y/N calling Lando smelly and telling him to go wash off if he wants to hug her next time, and him rolling his eyes at her fondly before making a face at the camera. The podium celebration is shown and Y/N smiles as the anthem plays, even though it's not for her own team.
The final clip is shown of Y/N in her hotel room, comfortable in sweats as she sits on the unmade bed.
"Not bad results this week guys! P6 for Lando and P8 for Oscar, which are good points for the team. I'm happy on my end, I think we got some good content filmed, and I am now ready to go to sleep so I can get home to Cali and my own bed quicker. I hope you enjoyed this video, and if you didn't don't tell me because I don't care!" Y/N jokes with a smile.
"Hopefully I will see you all at the next race, if not the race after that! Bye papaya fans, and be sure to follow us on instagram and all of the other social platforms!" Y/N exclaimed, gesturing to the list of the social media handles that appeared on her right hand side.
And with that, the camera cut to black.
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ynusername afraid to report that i fought jetlag and lost đ i did sleep for 25 hours straight after melbourne and i had no clue where i was when i woke up! shout out cali for waking me up đđŒ best friend frl
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bsfusername i'm going to try not to be offended by that caption (love you bb cali) but FUCK YOU CAUSE I BOUGHT YOUR ASS BREAKFAST
ynusername my bad! s/o to that bomb ass omlette đ€©
bsfusername never doing shit for you again
user34 that vlog was god tier, how long did that take
ynusername it took 7 hours of editing and years off my life, thanks so much for asking đ„ł
maxverstappen1 thanks again for those podium photos! you have a gift for photography đȘđ»
ynusername don't mention it! đđŒ
ynusername (no seriously, mclaren might behead me)
mclaren beheading is so last year. firing squad. đŁïž
user35 not y/n threatening herself đ
oscarpiastri suprised your body didn't naturally wake up for coffee
ynusername it did! just 25 hours later
user36 your poor cat was literally starving for a whole day? youre a horrible owner
ynusername let me introduce you to god's greatest creation: the automatic feeder!!! i'm sure they can mail one to whatever fucking rock you live under!
user37 PERIODDDD
user38 me personally? i'd never log on again
user39 she needs a personal channel đđŒđđŒ i'd subscribe
user40 her cat is so cute đđđ gimme that
ynusername đ«” STAY BACK HEATHEN, NO ONE TOUCHES CALI AND LIVES
user40 my bad fam đ§đ»ââïž
user41 i want someone to love me as much as she loves that mean ass cat
landonorris don't you have a job to be doing đđ she slept through a full work day
user42 lando always on her ass and for whattttt
user43 obsessed obsessed obsessed
ynusername i had the day off! but not the guy who was streaming video games coming for me đ„± talking bout get a job
user44 lando and y/n beefing on insta again? we're so back
user45 at this point instagram comment beef isn't enough, they need to duel or some shit
user46 the caffeine addiction almost got her guys
ynusername i wish it would, then i wouldn't have to work with lando's annoying ass
landonorris I CAN SEE YOUR COMMENTS???
ynusername THAT'S THE POINT
user47 honestly just give her a gun atp, these men test her too damn much
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user48 NURSE đ«” SHE'S RIGHT HERE
user49 no fr, like let's get back to bed grandma
user50 OP, are you concussed?
user51 no actually cause didn't y/n just say she wanted to khs working with him đđ
pastryboy81 that sign can't stop me, because i can't read!
user53 OK I ACTUALLY SEE THE VISION
user54 ARE YOUR EYES CLOSED???!1!1
user55 i fear i totally get it đ
user56 it's giving enemies to lovers, secret relationship type vibe lowkkkk
user57 no deadass like he hugged her reallll tight
user58 she also hugged oscar đđ?? and he has a whole gf
user59 the way she shoved him off and told him he reeked not 5 seconds after đ delusion is a disease yall
user60 someone call the f1 gossip pages cause đ
user61 more like someone call the ward cause somethings real off with yall đ€š
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sorry that this update took forever, i had surgery and recovery has been rougher than i expected! hope you enjoy!!
please leave your thoughts in the comments and feel free to drop a request for your fav in my asks <3
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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a small request? I was thinking of platonic Yandere Dick and batsib where batsib is getting harassed(hope I spelled it right) at school or online but canât find Jason or the others so finally gives in and asks Dick for help on how to handle the situation?
A/N: Yes, ofc! Thank you for requesting. I was originally never going to post the og headcanon because i thought people wouldn't like a darker take on him. I'm so happy you guys do. its actually dick just cyber bullying you into coming to him loll
Warnings: concepts of online harrassment, but it's mainly fluff.
Requests: open 24/7
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"Sweetie, don't cry. Tell your big brother what happened, okay?" Dick's voice cooed as he used his thumb to gently wipe away your tears.
This wasn't a position you imagine yourself to be in. You never figured you'd be coming to Dick for anything. Ever. Let alone comfort. For the past few months of being in Wayne's house, you've avoided your older brother like the plague. There wasn't any circumstance you wanted to be around him, you didn't particularly like him for your own reasons. Jason was the one you found the most comfort in. He made you feel safe and at ease unlike Dick.
But Jason wasn't here right now. He and the others were taking their shift on patrol and they wouldn't be back at least until the sun rose. Dick was the only one home and available to help with the situation at hand.
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You had recently started up a social media account with much persuasion from your sibling, Barbra. It was just supposed to be something wholesome to better connect with the other siblings as it was a frequency they used. You weren't too fond of the whole thing, it was slightly anxiety inducing but you agreed to make them happy. They felt bad about sharing so many family photos without you being as they were all proud to show you off.
Unexpectedly, you kind of got into it. You started spending quite a few hours scrolling posts and sharing videos to your siblings, even deciding to make a few of your own...not thinking much of it.
It was great and all of the feedback was positive, mainly being from your sibling or school friends. It was a fun and rather safe escape for you to enjoy on your downtime.
That was until you finally decided to check your laptop after a few days away. To your surprise, lots of new notifications flooded your inbox. Maybe your post went viral or something, you excitedly thought to yourself.
The excitement quickly died down after reading through every comment and message you received during your hiatus. Copious amounts of vile content flooded your eyes. Most of them attacked your appearance or the fact you were 'just another pitiful orphan'. But nothing disturbed you like the dm you received that was filled with death threats and altered photos of you.
Mixed feelings of terror, anxiety and sadness overtook your body. You were never one to cry much but this, this did something to you. The only thing you wanted was to be held. Your safe space was ripped from you and turned into a heinous landfill, you felt so violated. You knew that person was only behind a screen but what if they were coming for you? What if it was an enemy of your family? You weren't nearly as trained or half as capable as your siblings and this person probably knew that. What if they're not around and that person captures you..
You didn't want to die. You didn't want to be their targetâŠ.
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You could sense the blood boiling beneath Grayson's skin as told him all that happened. For once in your life you seen his smile drop and his eyes growing dark., his sky blue eyes were nearly a deep black. He couldn't stop the fury from seeping into his vein as he thought about all the ways to get his revenge on the person who made you like this.
He never wanted to see his baby sister in this state, he didn't like that you couldn't enjoy yourself. He felt so guilty, this was his fault. He gave the green light to Babs about the social media thing when she brought it up to him. How could he be so stupid? Why didn't he think about the possibility of something like this?
It was supposed to be something to get you out of your shell and closer with them, not a breeding ground for degenerate fuckers like that.
He was silent for a while, entrapped in his own mind and anger before you tugged on his shirt.
"..Dick, please help me. I'm so scared. I really don't want to die. What am i going to do?" Your words were almost inaudible as you choked over them. The few lone tears turned into a heavy stream. You needed him to make this all go away. It was too much for you to handle alone.
Your plea for his help snapped him out of his thoughts. Dick's heart nearly crumbling at the cracks in your voice. He loved you so much and making sure you knew you were safe was the most important thing. The plotting could wait, there was plenty of time to take care of them. Softening his face, he flashed you his pretty smile, and took your hands in his.
"Do you think your older brother, Dick, would ever let them come through these doors and hurt you?"
You shook your head and rubbed at your puffy, red eyes.
"My sweet birdie. You have to know as long as i'm living, you'll be safe."
Dick hesitantly opened his arms out for a hug, not sure if you'd be willing to accept it this time. To his surprise, you did. Practically throwing yourself into his embrace, you wrapped you arms around his neck and sobbing in the crook of his neck.
You tightly held onto him as you nuzzled your head as deeper into it. Maybe you were wrong in your judgement of him?,,,or maybe it was the heat of the moment, but something about this was actuallyâŠnice. You never had a hug that felt as warm and protecting as this was now. There was just something so precious about the he handled you with so much care. It was as if you were made out of some kind of delicate material.
A feeling of regret rushed your body as you thought back to all the times you avoided and othered him. Was this what you were missing all those times?
You could've been getting love like this but you willingly rejected it all. Stupid.
"...I'm sorry,,,"
A curious hum left his voice as he wondered what you could be referring to. None of this was your fault nor was coming to him any sort of burden.
",,,for y'know.â
You could feel his head gently tilt to the side as he was still confused as to what you meant.
âI've been a bad sister to you, dick. Iâm so sorry.â Your shaky voice was pitched high as you fought against your tears.
Shaking his head, he rubbed circles on your back.
Richard held his own breath for a moment, processing the words you just said. It was almost unbelievable to hear those words escaping from your mouth. Almost as unbelievable for you to finally be in his arms like this, at your most vulnerable. A fuzziness started in the depths of his stomach and exploded his body in bliss.
This was a long awaited feeling he so desperately had been craving. At that moment, all of his patience was worth it. All he ever wanted was to be your safety net, your best friend and heâs finally getting it. He wanted you to hug him like this forever. He wanted you to be safe right here in his arms. This was everything he could ask for.
Pay offs like this confirms he chose right in prioritizing his family over everything. His tendencies werenât indeed crazy but necessary. Heâs the backbone of the bats.
Dickâs muscular arms tightening in their embrace, gave you a nice squeeze.
"If you were a bad sister, i wouldn't love you as much as i do. The world doesn't deserve an angel like you, neither do i."
Dick breaks the hug and puts your hands in his once more. A soft kiss is planted on your forehead and there's a beat that passes as he's observing you. His smile is wider than ever. To him, you're the most perfect sibling he could ever ask for.
"I'll do whatever it takes, even bending a few rules, if that means you can sleep peacefully. Iâm your nightwing."
#headcanon#imagines#oneshot#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere dick grayson#dick grayson headcanon#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batman#batsis!reader#platonic yandere#batfamily#dick grayson#yandere bruce wayne#batfam x batsis#dc universe#dc comics#platonic batfam#dark batfamily#yandere family#yandere tim drake#yandere jason todd#dick grayson x reader#platonic relationships#batsiblings
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Summary of The Cat of The Year poll atrocities of 2023/2024
I'm sure that most people on this side of tumblr have seen the Jellie vs. Nefarious Anglerfish poll going around with like 60k votes at this point, and I'd really like clear up some of what happened since I was around for the whole thing.
Url blocked out for op's privacy. They have already left but don't look for it if you haven't seen it/don't harrass them if you already have.
1. The previous round (preparation)
I discovered the poll in its previous round, needless to say she beat Jort's ass severely. This was around the 3rd of january, meaning that this round finished before jellie's passing with only about 7k votes. Op did add their own piece of propaganda from their main:
...which was FINE. (except for stuff we'll see later) Of course running a poll while biased isn't ideal but I for one didn't even know they were the op until much later. I also added my own piece in a separate thread, and they didn't interact with it at all. There was no drama.
2. The Finale
Jellie unfortunately passed away right before the starting of this poll, which was the catalyst for what happened next. Op did exactly as last time and added a slightly more mean spirited encouragement to vote for the other contestant. This is the point where I believe that i fucked up personally.
I added this thinkpiece accusing op of associating all mcyters with Dream (who we all hate for the record) despite them not alluding to him at all. This is because tumblr has a history of disimissing all mcyters as... everything that dream was been accused of. Op did allude to not caring for mcyt. but they didn't say what i accused them of. This is important to point out because this reblog of mine is still being spread. Jellie was in the lead at the time, but not by the time i woke up next morning.
I won't be including anyone else's additions because I don't want to put blame on any specific person. Just felt like clearing up mine.
3. The Fuckening
Some time later op made this post to their personal blog:
which is insanely shitty because, as other people have pointed out, the "lame ass youtube cat" didn't die to inconvinience op or ruin their fun, and people would have probably voted for her anyway because jelly is universally beloved in the mcyt community. This isn't anti democratic. This post was added to the poll with a caption saying op should not be running this poll, and it took off. Op later went on to say that this was a joke:
This apology was not taken well by people, (including me) because "you were not meant to see it" isn't an apology and they still very much made fun of someone's pet dying. Safe to say this did not make the drama stop and only added fuel to the flame. I believe this was the point where the conversation of mcyt fans being unjustly sent hate to was reignited.
We should discuss that! it's a real thing that happens often and is equal to childish bullying. However, in this case, OP was the only one getting sent hate to my knowledge. The notes were mostly saturated by mcyt fans, and even now i can only find one or two hateful stance towards us under the whole 20k notes post.
4. Conclusions
Op posted a second apology to the catoftheyear blog to try and calm people down (i believe this is comprehensive and a lot better than the previous one) The blog was deactivated shortly after, so i only have my phone screenshots of it that i also added to the poll itself at some point:
(Edit) Here's proof that op did not write the justification they got criticised for, from the notes of the original poll:
This apology didn't get seen, or get accepted by enough people, so op made this statement on their personal:
Needless to say I am deeply dissapointed (and guilty) that it's come to this. Yes, op said tasteless things that made us all angry, but telling a human being to commit suicide is worse than being insensitive about a stranger's pet dying. Even after I posted about the blog being decatived i had someone come into my notes to wish that "they never find happiness" i mean wtf. This isn't like shipping where we can do whatever without the content creator's input. this is fucking harrowing and i can't imagine how i'd feel if this was done in my/my pet's name especially after losing them as recently as a week ago.
I hope no one from hermitcraft who is on here (let alone scar holy shit) learns about this like they did with previous lighthearted tournaments. If you truly respect the creators you claim to be a fan of as people, you do not tell people to kill themselves over them. And finally, let Jellie fucking rest, guys. she had a long, good life. I hope op can come back and also avoids behaving like this if they ever wish to do so. I'm angrier at mcytblr, though.
#catoftheyear#jellie#tw animal death#tw suicide bait#hermitcraft#goodtimeswithscar#adding to main tags so people see this instead of the poll itself with no context on how it ended#If this breaches containment and gets used as a reason to hurt mcyt fans i am going zo eat whoever is doing that#catoftheyeartournament#jellie the cat
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I just had a Thought that smacked me upside the head and insulted my mother (o.o )
You know how in DC, much like in most media, all Forces have an opposing Force? Fire to Water, Yin to Yang, Order to Chaos, etc etc. Well.....
If you ADD in DP's The Zone?
That right there? Is a Realm. An Element Of Creation. Yes, the glue, the very lining, of the Multiverse. Buuuuuuuut? What is it CONNECTING? The FABRIC? The SHELL and FORM?
What, in a word, is it's Reverse Element? Just as the Speed Force has the Slow Force. As Chaos has Order. What does the Realm of Death have?
I hear you suggest "the living world?" But! Rightfully, you sound uncertain! Because! Death is INHERENT to the so called "living world". Everything is! Order, chaos. Ying, Yang. Fire and water and earth and air! All of it! It's the mid-ground. Shared and thus balanced.
So what sits on the other side of the coin?
I? Propose? Those fffffuckin IMPS! The 5th dimensional imps, known to haunt our beloved DC Heros. Immortal. Eternal. Life unending.
Driven to cruelty and boredom by it.
They are a brilliant, distorted, reflection of the Ghosts we know! Are they not? Not every Imp so powerful as the ones we've seen. But? If, say, Overgrowth or Clockwork? Wanted to just pop in to harrass their favorite Blorbo?
What's a little veil between Realms?
Only thing STOPPING them, is themselves. The Rules. You know... the ones THEY made. Because Goverment. Kinda like the Observants. Walker. Danny and his throne.
I bet they HAAAAAATE each other.
Both have Obsessions, but gods help you if you compare them. Because Ghosts Obsess with the steadiness of the Dead. The unchanging, unrelenting, persistence. While IMPS? Obsessions like firecrackers! Shifting, changing, sticking on this or that! Maybe for a nano-second! Maybe for eons! Who knows?! Not them!
They both think the other side are FREAKS.
The single most OBNOXIOUS, Irritating, Grating, Petty, PATHETIC group of LOSERS you will ever be unfortunate enough to meet.
You think Danny hates the Joker? Is On Sight with HIM? You know NOTHING of his hatred for those big headed little balls of nasally BASTARD energy. It's like weasels and snakes.
Clark loves it. Danny keeps getting free pie. Because EVERY time that Imp comes to harrass him? *unholy staticy yowl screech* *flying tackle out of the air into a cartoonish dust cloud fist fight* here comes the normally cheerful and polite Phantom, looking POSSESSED. To claw Mxyzptlk's throat out.
Of course, the Imps refuse to give up. They were stalking their targets first. PHANTOM should leave.
Phantom shouts something that makes them gasp, deeply offended, and the nearby magic users choke on their own spit.
Yep. Clark LOVES the newest addition to the team. Best decision they ever made, Bruce. He's DELIGHTFUL :D
@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @ailithnight @hypewinter @hdgnj
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I gotchu babagorl đ„
Yandere!Bully x GN Reader pt.2
CW: harrassment, dub-con kissing, creep behavior (not from him...ish)
đ€ It's been a few months since Adrian started bullying you, and by bullying you mean weirdly following you around like a lost puppy and getting defensive if you say anything about it.
đ€ You've made a few friends, much to his dismay, who invited you to a party at one of their houses. They didn't say anything else about it other than it would be pretty wild.
đ€ Adrian was eavesdropping on the conversation you had with your friends and decided to go too, it didn't matter whether he was invited of not, he had to keep an eye on you in case you snitch about the stuff he did to you. and also because he's scared you'll meet someone you like, you're his! he can't let someone as cute as you leave him!
đ€ The party was indeed wild; you didn't expect there to be so many people. Loud music was blaring out of large speakers, people were roughhousing and drinking themselves silly, you think a window of two was broken...
đ€ You stayed anyway, trying your best to enjoy the party as your friends go off and greet other friends of theirs.
đ€ Adrian's car pulls up at the house, he already saw people making out on the porch outside and his heart beat fast thinking about if one of those people were you right now. he can't let that happen!
đ€ He pushed through the crowd inside and finally caught sigh of you in the corner of the living room with a red cup in your hand. His face lit up, but his happiness leaves him just as quickly as it came when he sees a guy approach you, clearly drunk out of his mind.
đ€ He sees red when the creep starts chatting you up, even though you were clearly uncomfortable with it.
đ€ "Hey! Who do you think you are hitting on them? Get out of here before I bash your skull in!"
đ€ He grabs the guy by the collar before shoving his away, the poor dude running off in a hurry.
đ€ You blink twice at Adrian as he turns to check on you with the softest look you've ever seen on him.
đ€ "N-nerd! Are you alright? Did he do anything?"
đ€ You shook your head and he sighs in relief. His expression soon changes to a frustrated one.
đ€ He grabs your hand and leads you outside, you start protesting, trying to pull your hand away from his but he's too damn strong.
đ€ Finally you ask where he's taking you and he leads you to the back of the house. He pins you to the wall and stares at you with wide eyes.
đ€ You felt the loud music from inside send vibrations across the house as his heavy breaths made your cheeks flush pink.
đ€ "You don't let anyone do that to you understand me, Freak? You're supposed to me mine do you hear me?"
đ€ His fists ball up, not in anger but frustration that he saw someone talk to what was his.
đ€ You stumble in your words, confused as to what he meant by 'mine'.
đ€ Suddenly you felt his lips crash into yours, one of his arms pulling your waist closer while his other hand held your head in place.
đ€ You place your hands on his arms as you start to kiss back softly, melting into the kiss. he pulls away, now bringing his mouth to your neck.
đ€ You could only whimper and moan softly as he left kisses and love bites on your neck, going unnoticed by anyone in the party.
đ€ "You're mine, no one else's, God you don't know what you do to me..."
đ€ He continued whispering praises and confessions to you, how the way you laughed with your friends made him want to get rid of them so the only thing you'd talk with was him, how he'd think about you every night, most times about you under him as you two shared passionate kisses, how he wished for so long to hold you like this.
đ€ Tears fall from your eyes as he takes his hand and wipes them away, kissing your stained cheeks.
đ€ Eventually he pulls away from you, grabbing your upper arm and leading you to his car.
đ€ "Come on loser, I'm driving you home...and s-stop crying...here, have a tissue...uhm...I..I love you...Nerd..."
#yandere x gn reader#yandere x reader#oc yandere#yandere oc#yandere#tw yandere#male yandere#yandere male#yandere writing#bully x reader#oc x reader#x male reader#x reader#yandere x male reader#gender neutral reader#male reader#x female reader#female reader#x gn reader#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere thoughts#yandere bully
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more hatman brainrot takeover incoming
sy was a normal dude before being transmigrated into the role of 'hatman', a role specifically meant to evoke sheer terror into the masses who are getting too close to seeing into the other dimensions of the world, and lbh has been trying to dissociate from his entire life's bs since he was old enough to sell drugs to dumbass college students so he could pay for his moms medicine (she still dies, and his dad showing up later to claim him as his heir does Not Help)
he's trying a new strain given to him by dear ol dad, who's big into fashion drugs himself, which is how lbh and hatman!sy meet for the first time, but sy being sy, he is Instantly Enamored by binghe's whole everything, and doesnt wanna give binghe even more trauma, so he doesnt really scare him, cue the beginning of a very confusing and erotic trip for binghe
binghe is now obsessed with the entity with the insanely green eyes who seems to only ever visit whenever binghe is trying to enter another plane of existence (only ever touching him gently when hes paralyzed, sometimes even lightly smacking him when binghe tries to ask questions in the tripscape, but his eyes are so kind, and binghe is so horny) which is precisely against Company Policy, and eventually somebody above sy figures out he's visiting the same victimtransgressor and threatens to demote sy from hatman to transdimensional paperpusher in the departed souls dimension
now sy has to figure out how to convince binghe that he's actually something to be feared, gives him a REAL fright (dumping binghe's mind into the abyss), and binghe being binghe, he's deeply upset by this shift after spending time getting to know sy and being treated so "sweetly", and spends the next 3 years tracking down anyone else online who has seen The Hatman so he can figure out why sy suddenly hates him and prove to the hatman that he's worth crossing over into their world for, even going so far as to invent a machine that will trap the hatman in the material world (at least until he fan figure out how to make him stay on his own)
it leads to a lot of the wrong hatmen being captured and sy getting into a lot of trouble with the higher ups who are trying to keep him and the rest of their operation from being found out, and it wouldve all gone according to plan, except binghe manages to successfully catch him while sy is visiting liu qingge, but not successfully enough create a corporeal form for him, and it leads to sy thinking binghe is doing this on purpose for torturing him
the delicious misunderstanding of it all~ gonna stop there for now cuz i havent thought of how they reconcile this shit but i need binghe and mobei jun to both get high together and mobei meets his own hatman sqh who ends up being more terrified of of mbj and gets harrassed into helping catch sy for binghe
Dude the world building here is INSANE I need you to make this a best selling book idea
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More than friends
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Pairing: Johnny Cage x F!Reader
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A/N: Okie dokie ! It is finished,,, I hope you all enjoy it and that it lives up to your expectations. I apologise for it taking so long ! I've been struggling with motivation to write lately but I am pretty proud of this big one and thank you for being so patient !!! <33
Summary: Temporarily living with Johnny has it's challenges, especially since he still isn't being upfront about his feelings or your relationship.
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of stalking (ex), alcohol consumption, minor harrassment (ex), mental instablity (ex), minor mentions of violence, arguments, mean!Johnny, possessive/jealous!Johnny, reader has a nightmare, masturbation, thigh riding, biting, cunnilingus, grinding, creampie (?), minor dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, minor overstimulation, no use of y/n
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The past few days with Johnny have been good, you have mostly been watching movies and playing board games. He offered you a deal â for every movie you watch, you have to watch one of his after. A fine deal by any means⊠if you hadnât already seen them. Being friends with Johnny means watching all of his movies at least once but it seems like staying here has given him the opportunity to make you watch them all again.
If he hadnât been so kind and you werenât so worried about being ungrateful or overstaying your welcome, you would complain and kick up more of a fuss but all in all, you donât really mind. Itâs not like his movies are bad⊠okay, some of them are definitely not good but heâs still in them so you donât really mind. Heâs a good actor and a good-looking man so it makes sitting through the lesser of his films bearable, that and heâs always so happy when you watch them together, how could you turn him down.
You needed a break from his movies though, which has resulted in a game of trivial pursuit and while you canât prove it⊠you think heâs cheating, âThis isnât fun when itâs only two people playing,â you complain.
Heâs leaning back on his palms and smiling cockily at you, youâre both sat facing each other with his coffee table in between, the game sat atop and looking at it, you can see just how far behind you are.
âYouâre only saying that because youâre losing,â he snickers back at you.
You scowl at him, âWho knows things likeâŠâ you pick up another card and read it out, âWhen the first movie trailer was shown?â
He lightly rolls his eyes, â1913 and plenty of people would know that!â
âNo! People donât just know that?â Youâre exasperated with him; he has to know thatâs not common knowledge and itâs odd that he knows that off the top of his head.
He shrugs at you, smug smile on his face, âI guess Iâm just that good.â
You squint at him, annoyed that he is apparently a trivia god, âOr just that odd.â
âI may be odd but youâre the one dying to get fucked by me,â he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You groan at him and feel yourself grow hot in the face, âWhatever, just pick a new card.â You flick the card youâre holding at him and he laughs as it falls flat before hitting him.
Heâs incredibly happy with himself, now using your desire for him as some kind of punchline. Heâs not touched you again, not since the incident on the couch. Itâs not like youâve not made your move either, youâve tried enticing him and every time he looks so close to folding before he gathers himself and moves forward. For a man who flirts relentlessly with you, he sure does have a lot of self-control.
Your phone buzzes on the table and you pick it up to look, face immediately twisting into an expression of displeasure.
âYou good?â Johnny asks.
Placing your phone down, you look to him and answer, âMhm, yeah⊠itâs just work.â
He raises a brow at you, âAgain?â
You hum at him because yes, again.
Work has been messaging you fairly frequently to see if youâve gotten âbetterâ, you havenât gone back yet, you used a few of your sick days so you could get some time off after the traumatic event of your ex breaking into and trashing your apartment but management seems to be getting pissy with you, so you will have to go back soon.
Something that had surprised you was Johnny also taking a few days off work to stay with you, you think heâs apprehensive about leaving you alone, which you canât blame him⊠you donât really want to be alone. You havenât told him that though, you would never ask him to put you above his work.
Johnny sits up, no longer leaning on his hands, âWhat did they say?â
âTheyâre just asking how I feel⊠if Iâm better,â you hesitate slightly, âI think Iâll go back tomorrow.â
âI donât think you should.â He replies quickly.
This is not the first time heâs shown upset at the prospect of you going back to work, âI have to, I still have to pay for my apartment you know.â
He looks at you sincerely, âYou know I would pay for anything you need me to.â
âAnd you know that Iâm not comfortable with that,â you retort.
Heâs offered to cover the cost of everything for you multiple times now and every time he brings it up, you shoot him down.
âI just donât love the idea of you going back there, not with your ex stillâŠâ his face turns up in disgust, âExisting.â
You chuckle slightly, âIt should be fine.â
You say that but you are worried about possibly running into him too, you donât know if heâs still lingering around your neighbourhood or not. Which, speaking of your apartment, youâre waiting to hear back from your landlord on whether or not the door has been fixed.Youâre also dreading having to go back though, youâve been putting it off for days now. You were supposed to go back for pyjamas but instead Johnny has been letting you live in his shirts.
âJust take tomorrow off, one more day,â he gives you puppy dog eyes. When you donât immediately reply, he adds, batting his eyelashes at you, âFor me?â
Your lips downturn at his stupidity, âUgh fine, just stop looking at me like that.â
He smiles brightly at you, âCool! We can watch more of my movies tomorrow.â
You shoot back, âDonât you have a job?â
âMaking you watch all my movies is part of my job,â he jokes.
You whinge out at him, âBut Iâve already seen them all~.â
âAnd now youâre watching them all again~,â he mocks you, smile big and with how proud of himself he is, the weight of his pride might crush you.
âYouâre lucky I think youâre cute,â you grumble.
He chuckles at you, âIs that the only reason youâre watching all my movies? Because you want to sleep with me?â
âIâm not going to say youâre completely wrong,â you tease.
He places a hand over his heart, âDo you like any of my movies?â
âYour movies, or movies youâve starred in?â You clarify.
Heâs examining you carefully, âBoth.â
You donât have to think about it, âI like your movies,â you admit, âBut you have starred in some questionable ones.â
He points a finger gun at you, âTouchĂ©.â
âAre we done playing yet?â You lament, referencing the almost forgotten game of trivial pursuit.
âAre you done pretending you still have a chance at winning?â He counters.
âNever.â
He rolls his eyes playfully at your stubbornness, âWhat if I said Iâd fuck you right now if youâd admit youâve lost.â
Your heart stutters in your chest and if you felt like he was being serious, you would fold and tell him heâs the all-time winner of trivial pursuit but you know him and you know heâs only teasing, âIâd tell you that youâre being mean and that Iâd also sooner die before admitting premature defeat.â
âThatâs a real shame,â he hums.
Youâre getting annoyed with him; he keeps doing this to you. Relentlessly teasing you with no follow through, not even so much as a kiss. You get up on your knees and shuffle over to him, you end up right in his lap, his hands move to your hips instinctually.
He smirks at you, âAnd what are you trying to accomplish right now, doll?â
âYouâve been really mean, Johnny,â you pout at him.
âHow can I fix it?â he asks.
You feel timid, shy, âYou can stop pretending like the other night never happened.â
Heâs serious as he answers, âIâm not pretending anything; I know it happened.â
âYouâve not evenâŠâ You trail off, now worried that you read into things too much and that youâre still just friends.
âSugar, Iâve not stopped thinking about it,â he confesses.
You hesitate but probe, âSo, you still want me?â
He almost has an air of confusion about him, baffled by your doubt, âNever stopped.â
âThen why havenât you even kissed me again?â Your brows upturn at him.
His hand moves to hold your face, his thumb stroking high on your cheekbone, âWorried Iâm not gonna be able to control myself.â
You lean into his hand slightly, âDonât want you to.â
He groans, âSee, you saying stuff like that doesnât help,â
âCan I have one kiss?â you mimic the way he bat his eyelashes at you earlier, tacking on, âPlease?â
He groans at you, pained, âHow could I possibly say no?â
His hand on the the side of your face tilts your head and his lips brush over yours, the small contact electrifying to you. It feels like itâs been so long since heâs kissed you and being this close to him is making you dizzy. He teases you with his proximity, holding you close but never actually kissing you. Just as youâre about to huff out in annoyance at him, he pushes his lips to yours.
The kiss is hot, his mouth insistent and full, your shock gives him the chance to stick his tongue inside your mouth, licking at you. You moan into him, your body relaxing completely, incredibly content to be placated by his lips. His hand on your hip holds you tight, his fingers digging in, attempting to ground himself.
His own moans are muffled by the kiss, youâre affecting him just as much as he thought you would. He begrudgingly pulls away from you, knowing if he keeps kissing you, heâll lose his mind and end up making you cum for him in anyway he can think of. You whinge as he pulls back and he canât help the incredibly smug expression on his face at the sound, forever feeling self-pleased by how needy you are for him.
He purrs at you, âHappy?â
âYou could make me happier,â you retort.
He only chuckles at you in response before asking, âYou gonna admit to losing trivial pursuit?â
You frown at him, âAbsolutely not!â
âThen sit your ass back over on your side of the coffee table and answer your question like a good girl,â his tone is a teasing kind of firmness.
You plant a single full kiss on his lips before crawling back over to your side, Johnnyâs eyes stay glued to your ass as you shuffle across the carpet. His mind immediately filling with images of his cock pile driving into you while your back is arched for him. This was supposed to be a wholesome game and now heâs thinking of fucking you into the carpet while making you answer trivia questions.
You grumble at him, âYouâre so mean to me.â
âIâd feel worse about it if you didnât seem to enjoy it so much,â heâs incredibly glib right now, completely correct about his effect on you.
âYouâre wrong,â you try denying.
âReally?â he raises a brow to you, âBecause I seem to remember your pretty little pussy gripping my fingers awfully tight when I was âmeanâ to you.â
Your face heats up again, âJust pick out a card,â you mumble.
His grin is Cheshire like, âWhatever you want, sugar.â He picks up a new card, âWhat is the literary term for a word that describes a sound?â
You know this one and you smile brightly, âOnomatopoeia!â you point at him excitedly.
He laughs at your excitement, âYou got it.â
You have a small celebratory moment to yourself before you pull out a new card, âIf you know this one Iâm gonna scream.â
Heâs confident in his trivia abilities, âGet ready to yell, doll.â
You read from the card, âWhat is the year of the first recorded flight?â
â1903,â he smiles cockily, completely sure that heâs right.
And he is, you glare at him and grumble out, âYouâre correct.â
âI know,â his tone is self-satisfied.
You donât win trivial pursuit but you do take pride in not giving up, you may not be good at trivia but youâre proud of yourself for seeing it through. Some may call it stubbornness but you think it shows strength to sit there and try like hell to win even when defeat is right in front of you. You gave it your best shot and you had fun. You will get better at trivia though⊠he wonât be winning next time. Not that youâre competitive or anything.
â° â° â°
In the morning youâre woken up by your phone buzzing by your head, sleepily you squint at your screen and see that itâs work trying to call you again. You grumble annoyed at how persistent they are but relent and answer.
âAre you feeling better yet?â Your managers voice is sharp and his question is straight to the point. Youâre a bit taken aback by how direct and grumpy he is, you donât even get to say anything before he continues, âListen, weâve been swamped here, unless youâre actively dying, it would be best if you came in. Best for you I mean.â
You donât miss his threat, your job is now on the line if you donât go in but with how heâs being such a dick you try to negotiate, âI can come in tomorrow.â
âToday would be best,â he sighs, you donât answer him and he grunts at you, âFine, come in tomorrow, if youâre not in tomorrow, youâre getting cut from the roster.â
âAlright, see youââ he didnât even let you finish your goodbye; heâs already hung up on you. Bastard.
You stare up at the ceiling, your mood for the day already completely ruined, you feel badly because you know youâre lying to work and they do need help but youâre also having a hard time bringing yourself to leave Johnnyâs apartment, let alone go back to your neighbourhood. The thought of him being there sends a cold spike of anxiety through you, he did all that to your home, what is he planning to do to you? Itâs a frightening thought.
You lay motionless on your mattress for a while, too anxious to go back to sleep but also too tired to get up. Clattering can be heard in the kitchen though and youâre concerned as to what Johnny is attempting to do so you haul yourself up, out of the bed and into his kitchen.
When you make your way into the main area you can see Johnny making pancakes⊠you think? Mostly, it just looks like heâs making a mess, âWhat are you doing?â
âShitââ He jumps at the sound of your voice, dropping the spatula he was holding onto the ground, âI wasnât expecting you to be awake so early,â he mumbles out as he bends down to retrieve it.
Your tone is amused as you ask again, âWhat are you doing?â
âMaking breakfast,â he sighs.
You walk over to him and see heâs made a complete mess of the kitchen; heâs used far too many bowls for what heâs made. He also seems to have made up some pancake mix two separate times before using the one he is holding now.
You come up beside him and look over what heâs doing, âWhy did you make so much mix?â
âThe other ones had a weird texture,â heâs focusing hard on tipping some of the mix into the pan.
You want to comment on how he could be doing things better but youâre so appreciative of his efforts and you donât want to sound like a know it all. But you canât help but cringe as the bowl slips a bit and gets all over his hand.
He groans out, âI dunno how you did this so effortlessly, Iâm killing myself here, doll.â Youâre distracted by how he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks some of the batter off, he notices and smiles at you knowingly, moving his hand in front of your face he asks, âWant a taste, sugar?â
Wordlessly, your wrap your lips around his index finger, sucking it clean. Johnny groans at the sight of it, not expecting you to be so willing, he was only joking around but now youâre gently suckling on his finger and heâs about to pass out over it.
You pull back slowly and kiss the tip of his finger when youâre done cleaning it. Heâs looking at you like youâve hung the moon and stars in the sky and you can only huff out an amused laugh at him.
âMove over,â you shoo him away, âI will make the pancakes, you can start cleaning up,â you reach out for the mixing bowl he was holding.
He hands it to you reluctantly, âI was trying to make breakfast for you.â
âAnd I appreciate it so much but youâre going to make a mess of yourself if you continue,â you place the bowl off to the side and flip the pancake that was still in the pan, itâs too thick and also a little extra crispy thanks to the both of you getting distracted.
He comes up behind you, his arms trapping you against the bench, he leans in over your shoulder, âWould you clean me up if I did?â His words are suggestive, far from innocent.
You turn it back on him, âWould you let me?â
His head drops to your shoulder, resting there, âI want to, doll. Bad.â
âYouâre the only one stopping it,â you hum out, focusing on the task at hand, trying to ignore how close he is to you.
He stays close to you as you make the pancakes, his hands move from the bench to your hips, his hands hold onto you, lightly pawing at you, âWhy are you up so early anyways? I thought I had more time.â
âWork called me again, woke me up,â you mutter, already knowing Johnnyâs going to be pissed that theyâve rung you again.
âWas it that asshole again?â He asks, referencing your manager.
You flip a pancake over in the pan, âYeah, theyâre short staffed and need my help.â
Johnnyâs arms wrap around you more, holding you to him as his head turns into your neck, âI hope you said no.â
âI did but I feel bad, I have to go in tomorrow,â you tell him.
âYou do not, not if you arenât ready to be back there,â his arms squeeze you just the tiniest bit tighter, comforting you. He knows how frightened you are to go back to that neighbourhood.
One of your hands reaches down and holds his hand for a moment, âI appreciate the sentiment but I do have to go back, he threatened my job.â
âHe what?â Johnny bristles behind you, moving to stand tall, turning you around to face him, âWhat the hell did he say?â
âItâs nothing that bad, he just said it would be âbestâ for me if I came in tomorrow,â you wince slightly as you repeat your managers message.
Johnnyâs scowl deepens, severely pissed off with your manager, âHeâs such a dick, I donât like him.â
âNot many people do but I can also understand his frustrations at the moment, plus⊠Iâm not even sick, soâŠâ You feel sheepish and you turn away from him, pouring the last of the batter into the pan.
Johnny scoffs from behind you, âSo what? As far as heâs concerned you are sick and itâs not like youâre taking the time off for kicks. After what youâve been through, you deserve some time off.â
Heâs making you feel emotional, you donât like thinking about what happened too hard, itâs still too fresh. You purse your lips and focus on the pancake sizzling in the pan instead of the slight burn in your eyes from holding back tears.
He places his hand on your shoulder, âYou deserve to go to work without fear.â
Now why did he go and say that? You canât help but cry silently as you flip the pancake, youâre trying so hard to hide it, blinking away your tears as soon as they form. Johnny knows though, he knows he touched a sore spot for you but he was genuinely only trying to help.
âOh doll,â he sighs out at you, pulling you into his arms. You turn into him and cling on, needing the comfort right now. He lets you cry into his shirt for a moment, your tears no doubt soaking into the fabric. His hands rub up and down your back, trying to soothe you.
You remember the pancake though and sniffle into his shirt, âThe pancake is going to burn.â
He takes the spatula from you and flips it onto the plate, âAll better,â he places the utensil back down and moves his other hand back to you, âYou worry about the silliest of things.â
You laugh dryly into him, âSo do you.â He holds you in his kitchen for a bit as you will yourself to stop crying, youâre worried about the pancakes getting cold, âHot pancakes are better than cold ones.â
His hands stop moving on your back and his head tilts down to you, âIs that your way of telling me you want to eat the pancakes now?â
âI am worried about them getting cold,â your face is still pressed into his shirt, your words slightly mumbled.
He shrugs at you, âIâm not.â
You make a face that he canât see, itâs one of displeasure, âYou should be⊠cold pancakes are bad.â
He dismisses, âThey arenât that bad.â
Youâre still teary eyed but you pull back and look at him with as serious an expression as you can muster, âCage⊠donât eat cold pancakes.â
He smiles at you, happy to see your face again. His hand cups the side of your face, âThere she is, my pretty doll.â
His words make your skin grow hot and you look away, heâs smiling big though, always happy to embarrass you.
You look at the pancakes on the bench, âLetâs just eat, yeah?â
âWhatever you want, sugar,â he pulls his hand away but not before booping the tip of your nose gently.
You sigh at him but move around the kitchen getting ready to plate out breakfast, Johnny comes up to your side and stops you, âGo sit down, Iâll plate it up.â
âButââ
âDonât âbutâ me, you ended up making them all so go sit down,â he points over to the breakfast bar.
You want to argue with him, about how you didnât put nearly as much effort into making them as he did. How he did the most annoying part but based on the look on his face, you wouldnât be able to convince him to let you plate it up anyways. So, you sulk away and around the bench, perching yourself atop the stool and wait for him to give you your pancakes.
As you watch him move around the kitchen something occurs to you, âDid you tell me the wrong cabinet when I was first here just so you could see my ass?â
He stands to face you, his smile sly but his tone faux offended, âI would never do that, how dare you.â
You roll your eyes at him and his response, âYou would do that.â
âCan you blame me? Youâve got one hell of an ass, sugar,â he places your plate down in front you, wiggling his eyebrows as he does.
You try to be offended but you end up feeling complimented, âThank you,â he smiles deviously at you and you squint back at him, âfor the pancakes, not your gross compliment.â
âAh, but you took it as a compliment,â he throws a wink your way, his demeanour pleased.
You roll your eyes at him and eat your pancakes, they arenât bad. He did an alright job with the batter⊠third times the charm, it was just the actual cooking part he seemed to have the most issues with. Well⊠that and the mess he made.
You realise he spent his time clinging to you instead of cleaning like he was supposed to, âYou didnât cleanâŠâ
âI got distracted,â he mumbles, mouth full.
Not looking at him, you reply, âYou do that a lot.â
âStop living here and it wonât be a problem anymore,â he nudges your arm with his elbow.
âAlright,â you agree easily, youâre only staying for as long as youâre welcome.
Johnny doesnât flinch, âNo.â
You turn to look at him, questioning look on your face, âNo?â
He still doesnât look to you, mindlessly eating his breakfast as he explains, âYeah, no. Keep staying here, I donât mind being distracted.â He turns to you and smiles, âI like it, actually.â
His smile and words fluster you; youâre still concerned about overstaying your welcome though. Turning back to your food you mutter, âIf you get sick of me and need me to leave, tell me, Iâll go.â
âYou are always welcome in my home, not gonna ask you to leave, doll,â he picks up his plate and walks into the kitchen, stopping behind you to press a kiss to the crown of your head, âNot now or in the future, stay as long as you likeâŠâ he puts his plate in the sink, ââŠhell, stay forever.â
âIâm not staying forever,â you giggle, taking it as a joke.
He smiles fondly at you, âDo whatever you like, youâre always welcome here.â
â° â° â°
Waking up is hard, especially since you know you have a shift later, one you are none too keen to do. Images of your ex grabbing at you, of you punching him, the feeling of the impact, itâs all still so fresh in your mind and the idea of maybe running into him, or worse, him waiting for you, is horrifying. You might have to look for a new job but you like where you are, you like your co-workers. Itâs also convenient, within walking distance from your apartment but now think that may not be such a bonus anymore, especially if you decide to move.
Youâve been considering getting a new place but your apartment is rent controlled and a decent price and itâs close to everything, moving is such a hassle but the idea of going back there and living day to day life frightens you. Youâll be constantly on edge in that apartment, you know what needs to be done but that doesnât make it easy.
Lying in bed and thinking about this isnât going to make it better though, youâre just stressing yourself out. You groan dramatically to the empty room as you pull yourself out of bed, your limbs feel heavy. If you had your way, youâd stay in bed a little longer but you know Johnny will be leaving for work soon and you want to see him before he goes.
You find him looking like a mess in the hallway, trying to shuffle himself out the door, his phone is balanced between his ear and shoulder, fingers fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. He smiles when he sees you, mouthing a good morning. You smile back at him and shoo his hands away from his shirt, one drops to his side and the other hold his phone properly.
Thereâs some kind of issue with one of the actors in his films, you could probably gather more if you werenât distracted by his skin peeking out from under his shirt. His voice is stern on the phone, a tone youâve only heard a handful of times, one thatâs rarely, if ever, directed at you. You want him to stay home and have his way with you right now but youâre starting to gather that the begging isnât really working as well as you want it to, that and you do actually have to go back to work today.
When youâve buttoned his shirt you pat his chest, he mutes his side of the call and holds his phone away from his ear, âThank you.â
âYouâre welcome,â youâre fighting to keep your eyes on his and not look at his lips.
His free hand holds the side of your face, âIâll be back late today,â he looks away from you for a second, âIâd prefer if you didnât go in today, I might not be available if you need me.â
You roll your eyes at him lightly, âI probably wonât need you, plus my shift is only short and I need money.â
âI can give you money,â his tone is slightly exasperated, his hand moves to hold your shoulder.
âI donât want your money,â the idea of taking money from him, while also living in his home⊠is uncomfortable, you donât care if heâs offering, you are not taking his money.
He looks you over carefully, ignoring the voice coming from his phone, âYou really not going to take another day?â
âNope, I canât⊠not without risking my job,â you place your hands on your hips and raise a brow at him, you told him this yesterday.
His head rolls back and he groans a bit, the hand on your shoulder shakes you slightly, âFine, but finish early and come straight back here,â his face pulls up in disgust, âI hate that, that little rat of a man is still out and about.â
Your lips twist from holding in a laugh, your hand salutes him as you say, âYessir.â
He squints at you before putting his phone back to his ear, unmuting himself, the person on the other end had started to yell at him through the phone, âI am coming! GeezâŠâ He spins to leave but quickly turns around and presses a kiss to your lips, âIâll see you later,â he rushes out the apartment after that.
Youâre left shocked, staring at the door he just left out of. Itâs not the first time youâve kissed⊠obviously but the casualness of it has your stomach erupting in butterflies. He kissed you like it was the most natural thing, like it was a part of your routine, like youâre a couple. Your relationship with him has left you completely confused but how he doubled back just to kiss you goodbye has you smiling to yourself like an idiot all morning.
â° â° â°
The trip to work is nerve wracking, youâre worried about being back, youâre extra cautious of everyone around you, eyes scanning every face quickly, itâs not until youâre actually at work and can hide in the backroom do you feel the slightest bit better. Having people around you and being behind the counter puts you at ease, itâll at least be harder for your ex to get at you, hopefully he doesnât show up though.
Youâre waiting the extra few minutes for your shift to start, as you sit and stare at your feet, you see another pair approach and stop in front of you. Youâre scared itâs your manager but as you lift your head up to look, you realise itâs just one of your co-workers. Your shoulders drop, relaxing, knowing that you arenât about to be scolded for you absence.
Your co-worker smiles down at you, âYouâre back! Are you feeling better?â Â
He is so chipper compared to your general unease about everything, âAh, hey Michael, yeah⊠Iâm all better,â you give him a polite smile.
âAre you sure? You donât look so wellâŠâ he leans down slightly, as if to examine you closer before moving out of your personal space, âSorry! I didnât mean that in a bad way, you still look great! Beautiful, even⊠uhm, what I mean is⊠you just look a little run down,â his hand awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. Â
âIâm alright⊠thanks though?â Youâre a little confused and arenât sure what the appropriate response to him would be.
Michael is a nice guy and youâve known him for a bit now, long enough to consider him a friend but heâs horribly awkward around you sometimes and you canât figure out why, or what the suitable way to react to him would be.
He stands in front of you, rocking on his heels slightly, hands stuffed into his pockets, âI can take most of the orders and serve if you like? So, you donât have to talk to as many people. You can hang back and wipe tables and stuff, the work people do when there is no work,â he laughs lightly.
You protest, if itâs been as busy as your manager says then you donât want to put it all on Michael, âYou donât have to do that!â
He waves his hand dismissively at you, âItâs not been that busy, Iâm happy to do it.â
The offer he makes sounds perfect to you, normally you would protest more but the risk of having to serve your ex is high and Michael has just unknowingly given you an out, âThat⊠would actually be great, thank you. If things get busy though I will be on top of it!â
âDonât worry about it, take it slow and let me know if you need me to cover for you or something⊠like if you need an extra break,â heâs still shuffling on his feet but heâs calmed a bit, âTo be honest, if you arenât feeling well, I donât think you should be here.â
âTell that to big boss man,â you snark out humourlessly.
His face pulls up in a sympathetic grimace, âHe call you in, huh?â
âYeah, he said you guys have been really busy and not so subtly threatened my job if I didnât come in,â you wear a smile that doesnât reach your eyes as you speak, sharing the bitten back annoyance you feel towards your manager.
Michael rolls his eyes, âThat sure is one of his favourite moves, you know he wouldnât have fired you though, too many of us would also leave if he fired you for being unwell.â
Heâs right, most people would walk out, you know you would but you also donât doubt your managers hubris, he probably would have fired you just to prove a point, even if it caused him to lose other employees too.
You half smile at him, âI dunno, I think he would fire me still, I also wouldnât want people to leave here because of me, the pay is too good compared to other service jobs.â You glance to the clock behind his head and place your hands to your knees, pushing yourself up, âOh well, time to start.â
Michael rolls his head and groans slightly, dreading the shift as much as you, âGreat,â he looks to you again, âSeriously though, take it easy and let me know if you need anything.â
You smile and thank him again before the both of you clock on and walk out of the backroom.
The first half of your shift is uneventful, everything is quiet for the most part, busy your ass. Michael kept true to his offer and has been manning most of the orders while you hang back and make the odd drink or coffee, which you donât mind, human interaction is not something you were looking forward to today and you somehow always end up with the weirdest customers.
The customers today, however, are mostly older people, you notice that there are only a few other people working, which is odd. The place is a small cafĂ©/restaurant kind of gig, itâs nice but it can get busier and it can get busy quick, so youâre surprised by how slow it is today.
While youâre on your ten-minute break, your manager approaches you, âGlad to see you back.â
âIt is good to be back,â you try to be as inoffensive as possible but you think your disdain for him is something that cannot be easily hidden.
He stares blankly at you for a moment, âCan you stay back today? Our closer called out.â
You remember Johnnyâs words and how he had asked you to come back early, âI donât thinkââ
ââIt would be helpful, if you could, otherwise Michael will be alone.â
âMichael is staying back too?â Youâre confused, normally youâd both be swapped out, actually, normally there would be at least another server on around this time.
Your manager looks exasperated with all this back and forth, âYeah heâs already covering for someone else.â
Damn, Michael is such a pushover and you feel bad for him, you know you said to Johnny you would go straight back to his after your shift but you feel bad for your co-worker, that and the extra money is pretty enticing after not coming to work for a bit⊠plus⊠you still technically would be going straight back to Johnnyâs, it would just be a little bit later.
You sigh out before answering, âI suppose I can stay back.â
âThatâs great, thank you, take an extra ten,â he pats your shoulder and shuffles off.
You guess what he meant by âswampedâ was actually âunderstaffedâ, sounds like a lot of the servers have been calling out. Which kind of has you understanding his frustrations with you, youâre still pissed at him for handling it poorly though.
You use the extra ten-minutes to sit and zone out, staring at the bleak wall of the backroom. Distantly, you consider messaging Johnny to tell him youâll be back later than you thought but heâs also meant to be late, so chances are, youâll get back before him.
Before you have more time to think about it though, your break is up and youâre heading back out onto the floor. The hours tick by⊠so⊠slowly, the afternoon picks up a bit in business and you help with serving but then it dies down again not long after and youâre back to a coffee every now and again and cleaning.
The bell on the door dings as it swings open and closed, Michael greets them, their voice catches your attention and as you look at them, your blood runs cold. Your ex has just walked through the door and moved to sit at a table, Michael goes over to take his order and your heart feels like itâs about to pound out of your chest.
You arenât sure what you should do, the cops werenât helpful last time and you donât want them coming to your place of work, youâre frightened and uncertain of what to do. He looks to you and you catch his gaze, he smiles at you and wiggles his fingers in greeting, you frown back at him and storm off to the backroom, giving yourself time to calm down.
Deep breaths in and out, in⊠and out⊠you focus on things around you, the feel of the wall under your palm, how your feet feel in your shoes, how your apron scrunches in your fist, your racing heart calms down, slowing to a more reasonable pace. You roll your head and crack your neck, trying to remove the stiffness in your bones, you think about Johnny, you think about how safe he makes you feel and you think about calling him. You wonât, you donât feel like you should, heâs busy today and he said he would be unreachable⊠and youâre worried about what he may do, how it may upset him that youâve agreed to stay back later.
Your energy is better spent calming down and pretending like your ex has not upset you, itâs a power move on his behalf, showing up here, heâs trying to scare you and while it is working, you are not going to let him know that, he will not be getting anything more out of you. He doesnât deserve any sort of satisfaction, what he does deserve is another smack to the head but you will control that urge too, you really need your job.
Taking one last deep breath, you leave the room and go back to doing the odd jobs cleaning up, you continue your shift, ignoring him the whole time, you donât even look at him, all of your focus is put into whatever youâre doing in that moment. You can feel him watching though, he stays the whole of your shift, watching you and hoping youâll look his way, he makes your skin crawl.
Towards the end of your shift, when youâre closing up and everyone has left, Michael approaches you, âThat guy from earlier, he comes in a lot lately and heâs usually fine⊠but today he was unsettling, he wouldnât stop watching you,â he pauses and looks out the front window, âand I think heâs waiting outside.â
You groan, this is something you would rather not have to tell anyone about but since heâs picked up on it and you really donât want to leave alone, you confide in Michael, âHeâs my ex⊠and heâs been stalking me? Of sorts⊠itâs why I hadnât come to work for a bit, I was worried he would come here.â
He makes a shocked face, âThatâs horrific, have you told someone?â
âThe cops know but theyâre about as helpful as nipples on men,â youâre completely frustrated and you also donât want to talk too in depth about this.
He chuckles at your statement, caught off guard by it, âSorry, this is not funny but Iâve not heard someone say that before while also looking so serious.â
You also crack a smile, it was the first thing that came to your mind, it is a bit ridiculous, âItâs fine, itâs a stupid saying.â
âDefinitely true though,â he adds before his expression turns more serious, sympathetic to you,  âI am so sorry this has been happening to you⊠you donât deserve this, can I do anything to help? Do you want me to give you a lift home?â
You appreciate his offer deeply and while maybe you would accept it if you were staying at yours, you donât feel comfortable giving him Johnnyâs address, âNo, thatâs okay, Iâve been staying with a friend so Iâm just gonna catch a cab to their place.â
âAre you sure? Do you want me to at least wait with you?â He seems a little apprehensive at leaving you on your own.
âI would like that, please,â you donât want to wait on the side of the road by yourself, not with him right outside.
The pair of you walk outside together after double checking everything is packed away properly, Michael makes sure heâs on the side your ex is when you leave the building, not wanting him to possibly get at you. Your ex only watches, he doesnât approach you, he just stands there, you donât know what heâs doing but you feel like he may be waiting for you to be left alone.
You donât speak, you donât have anything to say, youâre trying your best to not show how unsettled by him you are, all of your focus put into keeping yourself calm. The sound of a lighter flickering is oddly loud in the quiet street, cigarette smoke lingers in the air, your ex has lit up a cigarette and the smell is making you feel sickly, though that might just be his presence altogether.
Michael places an arm around you before leaning in, âAre you okay? You sure I canât just give you a ride?â
âNo, Iâm fine, thank you,â you smile at him and then pull out your phone, getting ready to order a cab.
A loud car is speeding up the street, the sounds make you roll your eyes, asshole, you think. Itâs getting closer though, and then itâs pulling over right in front of you. The expression on your face is annoyed, pissed off, you want to curse out the asshole driving like a dick, you even go so far as opening your mouth to say something but as they get out of the car, you realise itâs Johnny, and then youâre shocked silent, your mouth closing very suddenly.
Michael is just as shocked and confused, his arm coming off you as he asks, âHoly fuck, is that Johnny Cage?â
Johnny walks straight to you, ignoring Michael, âAre you okay? Why are you still out? I told you to come back early,â his brows are set in a deep frown, eyes scanning you quickly, hands holding your face tenderly.
âIâm fine and I got asked to stay back, I was about to catch a cabââ
ââWhy didnât you call me?â His hands come off your face but one of them reaches down to your hand and grips it in his.
âYou said you were going to be busy and unreachable,â you shrug, you know you couldâve sent a text or something but you didnât want to be a nuisance, not when it seemed like his start to the day was already rocky.
âNot that unreachable,â he sighs, he looks around your surroundings properly, you think he may finally take notice of Michael who has been very patiently waiting to be acknowledged.
You try prompting an introduction, âUhm, this is my co-worker, Michael.â
âWhy the fuck is he here,â Johnny ignores your words, gaze set off to the side where your ex is, his hand grips yours a little tighter, he moves closer to you, glaring at your ex.
You donât want there to be a scene, you want what you wanted before, you want to leave and go back to Johnnyâs, you just want to feel safe again, âJohnnyââ
ââHow long has he been here for?â He barely glances back at you, still staring your ex down.
âMost of her shift,â Michael answers for you, it makes you cringe because you know Johnny is going to have a lot of thoughts about you not telling him.
Johnny finally acknowledges his presence, âWhat?â
âHeâs been here all day⊠and then he was hanging around after closeâŠâ Michael looks to you, âDid I say something wrong?â He asks you a bit quieter.
âNo, youâve done nothing wrong,â you get Johnny may be a little on edge and severely pissed at your ex but heâs being overtly hostile towards Michael for no reason.
Johnny hums, âGet in the car, doll.â
You prompt him, âJohnny,â he looks to you and you keep talking, âDonât do anything, I just want to leave.â
Johnny scowls, thinking on it for a moment, wanting so badly to walk those few steps over to your ex and beat the fuck out of him, he looks back to you and sees the way your eyes plead with him and he recognises youâve probably had the worst day of work in your life, the psychological torture of having your ex watch your every move exhausting and frightening.
He concedes to you, âFine, weâll just leave.â He turns around to open the car door for you.
You turn to Michael and place a hand on his shoulder, âSorry about everything and seriously, thank you for today, you made it easier being here.â
âAnytime, I hope the cops do something about your ex soon, I hate that youâre going through this,â he looks worried for you and you canât blame him but you think Johnny does enough worrying about you for ten people.
âHave a good night,â you pat his shoulder before walking to the car.
âHey!â He calls out to you before you sit down, âUhm, if you need anything, text me.â
You smile at him as Johnny closes the car door, you give him a thumbs up from inside the car, you donât think youâll ask for his help but itâs kind of him to offer, heâs a very giving person.
Johnny takes a bit longer to get in the car, it doesnât look like he says anything to Michael but he stares at him for a bit. When he does get inside the car, he wordlessly starts the engine and drives you both back to his. Itâs tense and it feels like youâre in trouble, your leg is bouncing up and down with your nerves and he reaches over to you, placing his hand on your thigh, attempting to comfort you.
It works, slightly, you would feel better if he broke his silence and got his thoughts all out now but you know heâs going to wait until youâre both back at his apartment. His thumb rubs along your skin, soothing you, it calms you enough to sit still the rest of the drive.
Still, no words are spoken the whole way up to his apartment, nothing other than your small thank yous when he opens a door for you, mostly you trail behind him. When you reach the door he lets you in first, locking it and walking into the living room, you linger awkwardly but ultimately follow after him.
He must hear you follow because he doesnât turn around as he asks, âWhat were you thinking? Your ex shows up while youâre working and not only do you not think to tell me, you also stay the whole shift and even work late?â Heâs exasperated, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
You shuffle into the room more, ââŠWe are understaffed and I didnât want to make Michael handle that on his own, plus itâs good money⊠and I need the money, so I can pay for the apartment.â
He turns around to look at you, âBut you didnât tell me any of that? Just left me in the dark to come home to an empty apartment?â
Your brows knit together, starting to get frustrated with him, âYou said you were going to be unreachable, of course I wanted to call you as soon as I was asked to stay back, as soon as he showed up, but I thought about your words this morning⊠and honestly, I thought of how youâre reacting right now!â
âSo, you rely on some stranger?â His hands gesture angrily.
âWho?â youâre confused.
He grimaces, âThe fucker with you tonight.â
âMichael?â He nods and you make a perplexed face back at him, âHeâs not a stranger? Heâs my co-worker and I have known him for a bit now,â you hesitate before adding quietly, âHeâs a friend.â
Johnny crosses his arms and raises a brow at you, âA friend, like how Iâm a friend?â
âWhatââ
He cuts you off, not even letting you ask your question, âÂâLike how youâre begging me to fuck you any chance you get, kind of friend?â
Youâre deeply frustrated with him, you donât like his tone, or attitude, âWhat are you attempting to imply right now?â
âNothing, Iâm not implying anything,â he glowers at you, nothing secret about how heâs feeling right now, everything he feels is on his face.
Heâs cutting you deep, your feelings run deeper for him than just physically and he has to know that by now, âI feel like youâre being incredibly unfair, I like you a lot and I want you in more than just one way.â You wrap your arms around yourself, pulling back from him.
He doesnât say anything, he just stands there looking at you, still angry for no good reason. You turn around and leave him there, if you stay here looking at him while he does nothing but glare at you, youâll cry.
Youâve just told him how you feel, you were honest and he doesnât give you the same courtesy, not just now but ever, heâs not told you how he honestly feels and you can only put up with that for so long. Youâre not a dog with a bone but he makes you feel like one, saying sweet nothings to you but not actually saying what he means or how he feels.
You head back to the guest room and flop onto the bed, allowing yourself a moment to sob, youâve had such a shitty day and you wanted more than anything to come back here and tell Johnny about it, to be held by him while he told you everything is going to be okay. Now, youâre not only just upset about your workday, youâre also pissed at Johnny for how he just treated you.
From in your back pocket, your phone vibrates.
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You donât really know how youâve ended up here⊠well, you do, some of the girls from your college course invited you to a party and you were pretty keen to jump at the idea of escaping all your thoughts for the evening, you have tomorrow off so whatâs the harm? Is what you had thought. You ended up sneaking out of Johnnyâs apartment and ubering to the address you were given, from there itâs all a bit more hazy, youâve been drinking a lot. Not typically something you do but you think after the day youâve had, you earned it.
You do remember you left a note for Johnny to find, telling him you were fine and would be back late, you initially werenât going to leave him anything but you thought that would be unkind, plus, it would only serve to worry him. Which, you genuinely donât want him to stress about you so much, you are perfectly capable of caring for yourself, youâve done it this long.
The night started out fun, drinking and dancing with these girls, but now youâre past drunk and they are nowhere to be seen. The people around you are getting handsy too, now that youâre alone on the dancefloor youâre an easier target. All the people in your personal space is starting to get to you and you end up pushing through the crowd of people to try and find some familiar faces.
It feels like you search the whole house twice but you canât seem to find any of them, which is odd, you donât know where they went or why they havenât so much as messaged you about where they are. If you werenât so far gone, you might worry about them more but the world is starting to spin a bit and you find yourself walking out the front and sitting on the stairs, youâre alone out here, well, alone besides the few people passed out on the lawn but you donât think youâre going to count them.
The fresh air will hopefully help you feel better, you pull out your phone to order an uber and see a bunch of missed calls and texts from Johnny. You go to swipe the notification away but accidentally press it and your phone starts calling him back. Your attempts to hang up before he answers fail, especially since he picks up so quickly, the line barely ringing twice.
Johnny sounds pleased and pissed off to hear from you, âThank god! Where the hell are you?â
âIt said in mm note, at friends party,â your words are coming out slurred even though youâre trying to sound sober.
You can almost feel his glare through the phone, âYour note was stupid, why did you leave without telling me?â
You counter, âWould you have let me leave?â He doesnât say anything, the other end of the phone in complete silence, âExactly, plus mm still mad at you,â you state.
His tone is scrutinising, âAre you drunk?â
You ask him stupidly, âAre you?â
âWhat? Obviously not?â He sighs into the phone, irritated by you, âJust tell me youâre safe at least.â
âMmmm, I think so? I dunno⊠actually can you come get me? I dunno where mm friends are and I donât wanna be here anymore,â you lean your head to your shoulder, closing your eyes for a second.
He sounds relieved, âYes, I can come get you, send me the address.â
You like listening to him talk, âYou have a nice voice, sometimes when you talk it gives me butterflies in my tummyâŠâ your words are lazy and you trail off.
Johnny urges you, âHey, focus, tell me where you are, doll.â
âAt a friendâs house⊠hmm hold on,â you think he may still be talking but youâve pulled your phone away from your ear to text him the address, you hold the phone to your ear again, âDid ya get that?â
âYeah I did, Iâll be there soon okay, hang tight.â
âMm not moving, too comfy,â your head rests back to your shoulder, your eyes slow blinking with how tired youâre getting.
Your eyes slip closed and you switch between hearing all the things around you and hearing nothing at all, your head is somehow swimming with every thought youâve ever had and not a single thing. You rub at your eyes, trying to stay awake and present but you lose the fight and they slip closed again.
You arenât sure how much time passes but it feels like no time at all has gone by when Johnny shakes you awake, him standing in front of you so soon feels like a hallucination, he leans down to you and your hand reaches up and pokes his chest.
He makes a confused face at you, âWhat was that for?â
âJus checking youâre real,â you murmur out.
âJesus, sugar,â he shakes his head at you, âCome on, letâs get you home,â he reaches down to you.
âMmkay,â you take his hand and he pulls you up, you fall into him slightly.
He walks you back to his car carefully, worried about your balance the whole time, his hands stay on you, assisting your steps.
âIâm glad you called,â he says.
You mutter back at him, âDidnât mean to, fingers are stupid.â
He huffs at you lightly, âOkay, wellâŠIâm glad you asked me to come get you.â
Youâre hesitant, âThank you⊠for coming,â your lips are downturned, still pissed off at him but grateful all the same.
He opens his car door for you, the second time today and you get inside, âIâve said it before⊠but Iâll always come⊠when you call.â He leans over to buckle you in, when he pulls back his fingers hold your chin, âYou just have to call me.â
Youâre still pouting and you look away from him, he makes you weak and youâre not ready to forgive him, especially when heâs not apologised, âCan we jus leave?â
He sighs softly to himself, âYeah⊠letâs leave.â
He gets you both back to his in one piece, you felt a bit dizzy in the car but youâre feeling sturdier by the time youâre back in his apartment. He leads you into the kitchen and gets you a glass of water, he makes you drink it all in front of him.
You watch him as he takes the glass from you and puts it in the dishwasher, you feel tempted to tell him, âMm still mad at you.â
He holds onto the edge of the bench, âI know.â
âYou really hurt me,â you add.
âI know,â he repeats.
His unwillingness to look at you or give you a better answer has you tearing up, âAre you even sorry?â
He still wonât turn your way, the sink more interesting apparently, âWe can talk more tomorrow, itâs late and youâre drunk.â
âIâve never been more sober in my life,â you argue.
âI somehow doubt that,â is all he says.
You roll your eyes at him, youâve had enough, âWhatever, thanks again⊠for picking me up,â you leave the kitchen after that, not willing to stay and let him ignore you more.
You just want to collapse into bed and pretend like everything is fine, you want to pretend youâre back to a couple days ago, when you and Johnny were playing trivial pursuit. You want to think of how kind he was to you yesterday, when you cried in his kitchen while making pancakes and youâre not going to think about how he implied you were interested in sleeping with all your friends and minimised your feelings for him.
Talking to him again is not something youâre looking forward to, not if tonight is anything to go by, he takes up such a large place in your heart and to be treated like this by him feels⊠shattering. Heâs always been so kind to you and to be spoken to like this, itâs devastating, you want to understand but you also want him to leave you alone for a bit, youâre not certain youâre ready to listen to whatever he has to say.
In your very slowly sobering state, you manage to get yourself into the shower and fresh pyjamas, having to do this tomorrow while hungover is going to be hell so your sober-self better be grateful to drunk you because this is far too much effort when youâd rather be curled up in bed crying over a stupid boy.
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Banging sounds in the kitchen jolt you awake, your head pounding from the hangover youâre currently sporting. The clanging not helping your current state at all, your eyes squint against the minimal light seeping into the room. The furrow set in your brow not helping the pain in your head, you must look incredibly angry right now⊠and remembering yesterday⊠yeah, you are incredibly angry right now.
Groaning you flop onto your side and notice that Johnny mustâve come in earlier because thereâs some ibuprofen and water sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. You hate how thoughtful heâs being after saying some pretty thoughtless things, heâs not being fair to you at all. Just to get your ducks in a row, he implied you wanted to sleep with your friends, devalued your feelings for him, gave you the silent treatment, got upset that you left the house, wouldnât talk to you last night, and then again disregarded you all while knowing he had hurt your feelings⊠yeah, youâre pissed.
Talking right now, or today, might be a bad idea, youâre not in the best headspace, whatever reason he has may not be enough for you. Ignoring the ache in your bones and head, you get up and pack away your bags, stuffing everything in haphazardly, staying here⊠might not be best for either of you. Being in a home with someone who is upset at you but not willing to speak about it⊠makes you uncomfortable, you were already worried about overstaying your welcome when things were good⊠now it feels almost unbearable.
You are thankful to drunk you for getting clean last night, itâll make leaving easier, you change out of your pyjamas and crack open the door to scope out the area, double checking heâs not in the way. He doesnât seem to be in the main areas, you think you may be able to leave without him noticing. Grabbing your bag, you quietly shuffle to the front door, it feels ridiculous, like youâre attempting to pull off some great heist, itâs not lost on you how stupid youâre being but youâre hurt, mad, and hungover, you get to be a little stupid.
âWhat are you doing?â Johnnyâs voice makes you jump in place, you hadnât even heard him approach you.
Slowly, you spin to face him, ââŠNothing?â
His eyes look you over before focusing on the bag youâre holding, âReally? Because it looks like youâre trying to leave without saying goodbye.â
âWell, I just thought⊠after yesterday⊠it may be better if I leave⊠quietly,â your head is too sore to be standing here talking about this right now.
He frowns at you, his hands on his hips, annoyed by your choice, âBetter for who? I donât want you to leave and I never said that I did.â
âYou havenât said anything actually,â you point out, you donât even know why he cares if you stay, heâs the one who started the âargumentâ or whatever this is.
He sidesteps your statement, instead asking, âWhere are you gonna go?â
You roll your head and look away, âBack to mine⊠probably.â
âWhile your ex is out there⊠actively stalking you?â His tone is dubious.
Heâs annoying you with his logic, âI donât know, Johnny, all I know is that youâre not talking to me and I donât feel welcome here.â Youâre starting to tear up and you curse yourself for it, âI was already hesitant to stay here and now you donât look at me and when you do, you look so⊠angry and I donât know why. I donât know what Iâve done to upset you so much.â
Heâs quiet and it seems like heâs not going to say anything⊠again. You sigh and turn to the front door, choosing to leave anyways but Johnny grabs your wrist, stopping you, âDonât leave⊠please.â
You close your eyes for a moment, the light hurting your head, You turn back to him, waiting for him to continue talking; he lets go of your wrist when heâs certain youâre not going to walk away.
He adds, âIâm not upset at youââ
ââIt feels like you are.â You interrupt.
Heâs beginning to get exasperated, âIâm angry with myself, Iâm pissed off and I took it out on you, and Iâm annoyed that I did, I want to talk to you about this, I want to explain.â
âExplain then! Iâve given you chances to explain and all you do is stand there silently, I want to be able to forgive you,â you sigh at him again, âYouâve fucked up, if you were anyone else⊠I wouldâve walked away already but I want you to give me the chance to forgive you.â
âI got pissed when I saw you with thatâ with Michael, it wasnât rational but it made me realise⊠people your age are interested in you, there are people out there that are better for you⊠Iâ I had already known that⊠I just didnât expectâŠâ Heâs getting pissed again, you can tell by the way he crosses his arms and his mouth pulls down into a scowl, âI didnât expect the anger I would feel at seeing you with someone else, I didnât⊠the idea of you being with someone else, of someone else touching you how I have, it makes me physically sick.â
You take a deep breath, âSo⊠because you got jealous⊠you implied I wanted to sleep with my friends and ignored me when I told you I liked you?â
He looks like he wants to touch you, his fingers thrumming against his bicep, fidgeting, âI wasnât thinking properly, Iâm so sorry, doll.â
Your shoulders drop, your bag slipping, âI donât know⊠how to react to thisââ
He cuts you off to add, ââI like you too, a lot.â
His words make your heart skip a beat but you hold steady, âYou canât say that and expect me to just forgive you.â
He moves closer to you, âI know, thatâs not why I said it.â
âIâm not forgiving you.â
âThatâs okay,â he hums, âCan I touch you?â
This man does not play fair, âIââ
He touches you anyways, his hand holds the side of your face before he pulls you to him, hugging you tightly, âI am really sorry⊠I donât feel good enough for you, you deserve better, you deserve more but I canât help but feel incredibly selfish because the idea of someone else having you⊠it literally drives me crazy, doll.â
Being held by him, regretfully, has you feeling so much better, your bag properly drops from your shoulder, and you hug him back, missing his warmth. âYou were mean.â
âIâm sorry,â he replies.
âIâd had such a bad day and all I wanted was to tell you about it,â your eyes start welling with tears.
He repeats, âIâm sorry.â
âI missed you,â you sniffle out.
His head leans down to you, nosing at your cheek, âI missed you, too.â You move to pull back, but his hands hold you still, one of them grasping your face, his lips brush against yours before he pulls back himself to say, âYou know, I was also seriously concerned for your safety, I came home and you still werenât back and I had no messages from you, nothing letting me know you were okay.â
You suppose, you can apologise for that much, âAnd for that, I am sorry.â
âI forgive you⊠this time.â He jokes, taking it lightly.
You look at him carefully, considering everything, âJohnny, I need to know what weâre doing.â
Heâs confused by your sudden question, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, are we more than friends?â You need clarity, after having none for so long, you just need to know what the hell youâre doing.
His brows furrow and he pretends to think really hard, âConsidering Iâve made you cum multiple times and stuck my tongue in your mouth⊠Iâd consider you more than a friend.â
You groan and roll your eyes at him, pushing him back by his shoulder, it barely moves him, his hands instead grabbing your face and pulling you to him. He takes your lips in his own, his kiss full and passionate, it takes you by surprise and you make a small sound reminiscent of a whine.
He presses his forehead to yours, âDo you wanna be my girl?â
âUgh, corny,â you complain but you hate how badly you want that.
He chuckles lightly, pressing kisses to your lips again, âI want you to be.â
Youâre not fully paying attention, temporarily distracted by his kisses, âMmm... Sorry, what?â
He simplifies, âMine, I want you to be mine.â
You agree easily, âOkay.â
A smile spreads across his lips and then he moves to press kisses all over your face, âDoes this mean Iâm forgiven?â
âSomewhat,â you answer cryptically, mostly because youâre annoyed by how easily he fixed everything.
âIâll take it,â he breathes out a laugh.
You wince involuntarily, your head still pounding, your body reminding you of your adventures last night and the consequences that come along with them, âI need to lay back down.â
Johnnyâs tone is worried, his hands hold onto your shoulders, putting some distance between you both to look you over, âAre you okay?â
You deadpan back, âYeah⊠youâre just exhausting.â
âNot nice,â he complains.
You smile cheekily at him, âIâm kidding⊠mostly,â he forces a smile back at you and you laugh lightly, âIâm hungover⊠I just wanna lay back down and die."
"Bit dramatic donât you think?â He asks.
You glare at him, âSays you.â
He raises his hands in a placating manner, âCompletely correct, letâs get you back in bed hmm?â
The rest of your day is spent recuperating in bed, youâre in and out of sleep, sometimes only ever up long enough to eat or drink something. Johnny brings you⊠way too many snacks but he insisted on you eating, it was nice and also so much for your pounding head, you ended up asking him to leave you alone to rot for the day, which he reluctantly did. You think heâs still concerned youâve not forgiven him and if youâre telling yourself the truth, while you really want to forgive him, itâs not that easy and your heart sits heavy, the ache he caused not forgotten.
Youâre going to try really hard to move forward though because you can understand, while he didnât go about it well⊠at all, heâs struggling with his feelings for you and you can understand that much. It also wouldnât have helped that tension wouldâve been high for him, with you out later than expected, no messages, only to find you and see you with a stranger, while your ex lurks in the background⊠hmmm, maybe Johnny held it together better than youâre giving him credit for.
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Itâs late in the evening when you wake up properly, your heart racing as you sit up suddenly, you canât quite remember what your dream was of but you remember it was not pleasant. Anxiety crawls up your spine and you think it may have had something to do with your ex, the unease that sits in the pit of your stomach reminds you of the way you felt while at work. You hug yourself, rocking back and forth for a moment, trying to calm down⊠itâs not helping.
Crawling out of bed, you head the few doors down to get to Johnnyâs room, wanting to seek comfort from him. You knock lightly, trying to see if heâs awake, itâs late though so you doubt heâd still be up. You consider entering his room and waking him up anyways but you arenât sure heâs been sleeping well lately so you turn around and head for the lounge room instead. Â
You grab the remote off the coffee table before flopping onto the couch, laying on your side, completely stretched out, you arenât going to be able to sleep anymore so you might as well find something to watch and get comfortable. There isnât much on at this time of night though, nothing good anyways.
Somehow, you find yourself heavily invested in the channel that only sells things, all advertisements for stuff that nobody feasibly needs or would use more than once but for some reason, you are completely involved in what the man is waffling on about. Why yes, you definitely do need a little bear named âTiddy Bearâ for your seatbelt so itâs less annoying⊠you donât own a car.
Youâve somehow become so absorbed in the crap commercials that you jump slightly when Johnny leans over you from behind the couch, âHolyâ Donât do that,â you gasp.
His voice is deep with sleep, âSorry sweetness⊠but what the fuck are you watching?â
You state simply, âTiddy bear,â and then point at the television.
Johnny sleepily looks where youâre pointing, squinting against the bright light, ââŠRight,â you can practically see the thought enter his head as soon as he thinks it, âYou know⊠I could always be youââ
You groan at him, ââShuddup!â
He laughs as he looks down at you, âYou donât even know what I was gonna say!â
âIâm fairly certain I did,â you raise a brow at him.
He wears a lazy smile as he rounds the couch, he taps your legs and you tuck them up so he can sit beside you. Once heâs seated, he pulls your legs into his lap so youâre stretched out again. His hands absentmindedly massage your calves, he watches the advertisement with you for a bit, a new one playing, something called the wearable towel, it looks like a dress⊠but towel material.
Johnny frowns at the infomercial, confused, âSeriously, doll, what the fuck are we watching?â
âWell, I couldnât sleep, so I was watching some tv and somehow got really into the infomercials,â you shrug.
He puts all his attention on you, âWhy couldnât you sleep?â
You shrug again, âIt was nothing, just a bad dream.â
You donât look at him, still watching the lady talk about how annoying traditional towels are, Johnny squeezes your calf so you look at him, âCouldâve woken me up, if you wanted to talk about it.â
You hum at him, âI didnât want to disturb you, I did knock⊠on your door, to see if you were awake.â
âHell, sugar, next time just crawl into bed next to me, I really wouldnât mind,â he smiles at you and then asks, âWhat was it about?â He keeps massaging your calves, fingers digging into the muscle, itâs nice.
âI donât remember⊠but it was⊠scary,â you feel embarrassed to admit that, youâre a grown adult, it seems silly to be frightened by a dream.
He considers you for a moment, not really sure on what to say, âYeah, sometimes itâs like that.â
âI just felt dumb, having a bad dream, it feels childish,â you sigh, frustrated with yourself.
âThe feeling was real though, itâs not childish, Iâve had nightmares before.â He rests his head back on the couch, âYouâve had the most stressful time lately⊠Iâm honestly surprised youâve not had more nightmares.â
You watch him, heâs looking up at the ceiling, âI was scared,â you admit.
âThatâs normalââ
ââNo, not tonight, I mean at work, when he came in and stayed my whole shift,â Johnny looks to you, his attention focused solely on what youâre about to say, âI was scared but I didnât want to give him the satisfaction of effecting me⊠so I ignored him and I thought about coming back to you, I thought of how,â you take a breath and look away from him, âI thought of how safe you make me feel.â
He sounds emotional, âI make you feel safe?â
You look back to him, feeling bashful, âJohnny, you feel more like home to me than any place ever hasâŠâ Youâre nervous, feeling open and vulnerable, but you add, âYes, you feel safe, you feel like home.â
It feels like he looks at you for too long, his eyes looking over you, full of so many emotions that you canât read. When he does speak, all he says is, âMove over.â
âWhat?â
âMove over, Iâm getting in beside you,â he starts shuffling to lay down next to you on the couch.
You laugh, âJohnny, there is not enough room.â
âYeah there is, lemme in,â he continues to lay down.
You roll your eyes but shuffle back as much as you can on the couch, your body close to slipping off the furniture entirely. He lays down on his side next to you, his arm coming around you, tugging you close and supporting you so you donât fall off. Â
You look up at him, âWhy are we doing this?â
He huffs at you, âI wanted to cuddle with you.â
He looks sleepy right now, itâs endearing, âWhy so suddenly though?â
âYou said something cute and it made me happy,â he presses his face into the crook of your neck, his breath against you makes your skin prick, âIâm glad I make you feel safe⊠and Iâm sorry I wasnât there for you, having him at your place of work⊠I shouldâve been there.â
âI donât blame you for that, I didnât tell you,â you reach up and comb your fingers through his hair, âIâ I wanted to call you but I worry so much⊠I worry about how much I burden you.â
He presses a soft kiss to your neck, it sends a shiver down your spine; he pulls back to look at you properly, his arm holding you as close as he can, âYou arenât a burden to me,â he holds intense eye contact with you, trying to show you how serious he is with one look.
âI just donât want to worry you with silly things,â you tuck your head into his chest.
He vibrates with a hum, âWell, for starters, being scared of your freaky ex who is stalking you⊠is decidedly not silly, secondly, Iâd much rather you tell me about the silly things, I want you to tell me everything that worries you, I want to help⊠canât do that if you donât confide in me, sweetness.â
âIâll talk to you more⊠but you have to promise to do the same, you keep so many things to yourself and I want to support you, however I can,â you mumble into his shirt.
His tone is light as he agrees, âDeal, now can I make out with you, or is this an inappropriate time to ask?â
You scoff at him but pull back and press a gentle kiss to his lips, he groans as you move back too soon, âAll you get,â you snicker.
âNot kind at all,â He complains.
You give him another quick kiss, âFunny though.â
âSo funny,â he repeats humourlessly, scowl on his face.
You laugh at him and his hand moves up your body to the back of your head, his mouth crashing onto yours, the sudden contact takes you by surprise. You sigh against him and he licks into your mouth, his kiss deep. Your leg moves to hook around his waist, pulling your lower half closer to his, he groans into the kiss, his hand moves from the back of your head, down your front and under your shirt. He gropes at your chest, fingers pinching your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
He moves his head down to your chest, pulling your shirt up and enveloping your nipple in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue flicks at you and you push towards him, soft sighs slip past your lips, your mind hazy. He bites at you lightly, his forehead resting against your sternum, he presses his face between your tits and sucks a hickey into the skin between them, his hand back to pawing at you.
He sighs against you, and then your world is spinning, heâs sitting up and taking you with him, you end up straddling him. His hands trail your body, tugging your shirt up and off your head, you lift your arms to help him. He leans forward and begins to leave more hickeys on you, marking your chest completely, your fingers thread through his hair, pleasured sighs leaving you.
He mumbles into your skin, âTake your pants off.â
You pull him back by his hair, âExcuse me?â
âPlease?â He smiles at you. You look at him sceptically but he only continues to smile at you, âIâll make it worth your while, promise.â
You concede and hop off his lap, pulling your pants off, you go to sit back on him but he tuts at you, âWhat?â You ask.
âPanties. Off.â His eyes are looking directly at your underwear, waiting for them to be gone.
You sway side to side, feeling timid but you comply and slip the garment down your legs, Johnny smiles brightly as you do as he asked. He makes grabby hands at you and you move closer to him, he grabs you and positions you over one of his thighs.
Youâre a little confused, âWhat are you doiââ
ââWant you to ride my thigh, doll,â his hands encourage you to straddle his thigh properly.
âJohnny⊠thatâs embarrassing,â you pout at him slightly.
âWhat happened to my eager little thing hmmm?â He grips your hips and starts dragging you back and forth on the material of his pants, âPromise itâll feel good.â
You twitch on him slightly, it feels depraved to rut into his thigh while he watches but you start grinding down onto him lightly, your movements still uncertain. Johnnyâs hands help facilitate your movements, wanting to see you do it yourself but also wanting control of the situation. Your cunt begins leaking onto him, the material of his sleep pants darkening under you, shudders run down your back and muffled whimpers get caught in your throat.
Your hands reach up to his shoulders, holding onto him to ground yourself, your fingers digging into his skin. His eyes watch how your pussy grinds into his thigh, smile still present on his face, absorbed in how youâre getting his leg all slick, the grey of his sweats now a dark grey. The friction the material of his pants give you is driving you insane, your need clawing up your spine, Johnny can tell youâre getting needier, based on how your eyes get glassy and your hips rut down into him more freely.
âThere ya fuckin go, thas a good girl,â he comments.
His hands push you into his thigh firmer, the sudden change has you moaning out to him. You fall forward and tuck into his neck, your whimpers are breathed against him and he grunts at how wet youâre making his pants, at the little noises youâre making against him. Youâre doing a lot of the work yourself at the moment, in the back of your mind youâre embarrassed at how you hump down onto him, at how damp youâre getting everything but Johnny seems so fucking pleased about it all.
You twitch into him and moan at the friction on your clit, the sound spurs him on, his hands grip your hips tightly and he moves you back and forth on his thigh quickly, your slick making the slide obscenely easy. Johnnyâs own eyes are glassy, dizzy from how much youâre leaking on him, he moves one hand to pull your head back to look at him, heâs in awe of the fucked out look on your face.
âMmm you always make the prettiest faces for me,â he compliments before taking your lips in his.
The kiss is messy, his lips demanding and desperate, his tongue in your mouth searching, consuming. He swallows down all the sounds you make for him, his own sounds shared in the kiss, when you part for a moment, strings of your saliva connect your mouths together. The evidence of how depraved in manner he kisses you sets you on fire, a whimper pulled from your chest. He smiles lazily at you, his thumb rubs over your lips, spreading your shared spit over them.
He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you take it, sucking on it gently, his eyes look wild as he watches you, âNeed you to cum on my thigh, sugar.â
Your eyebrows pull up at him, your cunt clenching on nothing, your fingers dig into him as you continue to rock back and forth on him. Your stomach tensing, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and runs it down your chin, sternum, torso, all the way down to your clit, his thumb rubs circles into you, it makes you twitch against him. Johnny closes his eyes and seemingly remembers his goal very suddenly because he grabs you tightly again and starts forcefully dragging you back and forth, his leg bouncing, adding to the stimulation.
You gasp out to him, âHahâ Johnny~â
âJus take it like this, cum like this, want it all over my leg, doll, want it stained into my fuckin pants.â His eyes are honed in on your cunt again, involved in how youâre dripping on him, how easy you slide on him.
Your voice pitches higher, âJohnnyâ Iâ mmphââ
He encourages you, already knowing, âGo on, soak my thigh, sweetness.â
You gasp and shudder against him, your hips desperately grinding down into him, your high so close. Johnnyâs intense, greedy gaze on you is what undoes you, you twitch on him as you cum, pathetic whimpers sound from you as you rut down into his leg, he supports you as you finish, helping you ride out your high, feeding you praises about how well you did and how cute you look.
Once youâve come down though, he keeps moving you into him, enjoying the way your body jolts in sensitivity at the action. You slump forward into him, small whines leaving your lips as he overstimulates you. He turns his face into your neck and lightly bites you, your cunt clamps down onto nothing, the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy, a sad little moan slipping from you.
Johnnyâs hands rub up and down your back, soothing you, âHow you think youâre ever gonna be able to take my dick when you get fucked out this easily is beyond me.â
âI could take it,â you argue.
You can feel his smile against your skin, âIâm not so sure.â He pulls your face back so he can see you properly, âYeah⊠Iâve missed that.â
Youâre kind of hazy, mind making static noise, âMissed what?â
His smile turns devilish, âThat cute little fucked out look you get on your face when I make you cum, a sight for sore eyes, doll.â You donât get to say anything back, he picks you up and carries you with him back to his room, âBet youâll sleep fuckin fantastic now.â
You giggle against him because yeah, this mightâve done the trick.
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When you wake in the morning, youâre alone in Johnnyâs bed, you lay still for a few more moments, enjoying the warmth of his large bed. You assume heâs gone to work; heâs probably messaged you but your phone is in the guest room and you donât really feel like moving right now. You feel warm and safe wrapped up in his sheets, sleeping next to him was the best you had slept in weeks and you think heâs going to have to put up with you being in his bed more often now.
Eventually, after a few more moments of tossing around in his bed, you get up and wander down the hall to grab your phone. You were right, he had texted you saying where he was, he had to head in early and didnât want to wake you. He should be back at a normal time though so youâre happy for that, it gets lonely in his big apartment.
You also have a message from your manager, telling you that youâve got a few more days off⊠which is, surprising to say the least. Michael might have had something to do with that, which is kind but you need to figure out a long-term plan, on if you want to stay or go. Ideally, your ex would leave you alone, or the cops would arrest him for trashing your apartment but seeing as how theyâre not all that useful, you donât really know what to do.
At least now you have a few more days to consider your options, you were not looking forward to your afternoon shift. Youâll have to thank Michael next time youâre on with him, you donât know what he said but youâre trusting that he didnât divulge anything too personal, you didnât even want to tell him about your ex, it was just unavoidable.
The day is uneventful for the most part, you clean the kitchen and guest room, you also make Johnnyâs bed, youâre still a guest, itâs only polite that you clean up after yourself. There isnât much else for you to do though, so youâre back on the couch, scrolling your socials and watching something inane as background noise. It shouldnât be too much longer until Johnny gets back, youâre hoping anyways, youâre bored and want to talk to him regarding what you should do about your ex.
Speaking of⊠a text from that awful little man comes through, you forgot you hadnât blocked him, you click on the notification and read it. Obviously, itâs all senseless anger, mostly name calling, not at all pleasant to read but after having him trash your home, this is not as scary as it wouldâve been a while ago. You consider blocking him but then you think, this may help you actually.
He continues blowing up your phone on and off all afternoon, you end up silencing his messages so you can use your phone without being yelled at through the screen. It shouldnât be but some of the messages are hilariously laughable, the fact you were with him for a whole year and he was like this? Itâs almost inconceivable to you, how could you miss so much of his problem behaviour and why has he gotten so stuck on you.
One of his messages in particular sticks with you, âI deserved better.â It makes you scoff, what a jackass. The rest arenât as funny, theyâre threatening and abusive and if you spent all your time reading them it would probably induce a panic attack.
Brushing it off, you put your phone down and involve yourself in the show you had put on hours ago, whatever his problem is, is not your fault and you shouldnât bend over backwards trying to understand the motivations of someone so clearly mentally unstable. Itâs not your fault, itâs something you have to repeat to yourself, so you donât forget⊠because itâs not your fault and you wonât let him make you think that it is.
The front door rattles as Johnny unlocks it and walks into the apartment, you call out to him, âWelcome back!â
His shoes clack against the floors as he walks to where you are, âHey, doll,â he pats the top of your head from behind the couch.
You bend your neck to look back at him, âHow was your day?â
ââŠAnnoying but thankfully shorter than some others,â he smiles at you, âHow was your day?â
âGood, uneventful for the most part⊠well exceptâŠâ You trail off as you watch him.
He steps over the back of the couch, itâs quite the show how his footing wobbles a bit on the plush cushions, you give him a quizzical look as he sits beside you, âWhat? Couldnât be bothered to walk round.â
Laughing and shaking your head, you say, âYou wouldâve expended more effort climbing the couch than walking around it.â
He brushes you off, âYeah whatever, just tell me about your day, what were you gonna say?â
Were you going to say something, âHmm?â
âUneventful day, exceptâŠ?â He prompts.
You begin, âAh, yeah, my ex started blowing up my phone, harassing me todayââ
Johnnyâs face twists into a disgusted scowl, ââYouâve not blocked him?â
You squint at him, silently admonishing him for interrupting you before you could finish, âWell, I had honestly forgotten to, he hadnât even reached out until now but I think it may be helpful, in getting a restraining order on him, that way I can go to work and if he shows up the cops will actually have to do something about it.â
He considers your words for a moment, âHmm, not a bad idea, want my help with that?â
âPlease,â you smile sweetly at him.
He pinches your cheek and tugs lightly, âOf course, thoughâŠâ he lets go of your cheek and you rub at it, ââŠI would prefer he were dead.â
You canât help but laugh at the abruptness of his statement, âRight, well⊠I guess youâll just have to settle for this.â
âWhatever makes life easier for you, doll,â he opens his arms for you to hug into his side, which you do.
He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, you sigh against him, âI really just want him to leave me alone, so I can forget about him and move on, I donât want to confront him, I donât want to fight him, I just want to be left alone.â
âI understand that, weâll make it happen,â he kisses the top of your head and you believe him.
You cuddle on the couch for a bit, enjoying his comfort but then your phone rings, checking the screen you see itâs a friend from college, âI should take this,â you tell Johnny.
He nods at you easily and lets you get up.
Taking your phone, you walk off to the guest room to get some privacy, âHey! Itâs been a while, whatâs up?â
Her voice is chirpy through the phone, âIt has been and nothing much, I just wanted to see if you were free to come round mine tomorrow? I need help with an assignment for that one class⊠with that one professorâŠâ
You can practically feel how her eyes glaze over, youâve already taken the class and catch on immediately, âYeah Iâm more than happy to help, Iâm not sure how much help Iâll be⊠Iâm still surprised I passed.â
She laughs from the other end, âBut you did and at this rate, Iâm closer to running away and living by the seaside on an isolated island than I am to passing this course.â
âWell then, I can be around tomorrow? Like, maybe midday? Canât have you moving away, youâre like the only college friend I have⊠that I like.â
âSounds good and I feel exactly the same about you,â you both share another giggle but she trails off, ââŠHave you been okay?â
Youâre a bit confused by her sudden question, âYeah Iâve been all good, why?â
She seems hesitant, like sheâs not sure how to word what she wants to say, âWell⊠Iâve been hearing some⊠things⊠about you and itâs got me a little confused.â
You frown, âWhat kind of things?â
She sighs, âPeople in our circle have been saying you were cheating on your ex and that youâre broken up?â
âI mean we are broken up⊠but I did not cheat on him, I ended things with him for different reasons but if anyone cheated in that relationship, it was definitely him,â your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose, you have a feeling you already know whoâs spreading the rumours.
âYeah, I didnât believe it but itâs really odd⊠that people are saying that, I always thought he was a little⊠freaky, so I got worried hearing about the rumours.â
You huff quietly, mostly to yourself, âThanks for asking though⊠and not just assuming,â
âI like to think I know you well enough to discern what rumours are and arenât true,â she lightly chuckles and it makes you smile.
Scratching the back of your neck, you ask, âA lot has happened but I can tell you about it all tomorrow?â
âIâd like that, you know Iâm always here for you right?â
âI know,â you smile lopsidedly, you think you may need to get better at confiding in others.
You both share your goodbyes and hang up, youâre glad she reached out to you, honestly, if she wasnât campus living and you didnât have Johnny, you probably would have stayed with her, sheâs one of the closest friends you have. Itâll be nice, telling a friend about everything.
Distantly you wonder how long the rumours have been running around and if this may be why you got ditched by those girls at the party and still havenât heard from them, even after messaging them asking if they were okay.
This is such a frustrating position to be in but you think, if anyone believes the rumours without even asking you about them then they arenât people you really want to be friends with anyways, doesnât mean it doesnât hurt though. Â The only thing youâre really worried about is if Johnny is included in the rumours, you donât want to ruin his career, or hurt his image, at the moment the rumour doesnât seem to mention him but you donât know how long it will stay like that.
You waddle through the apartment and stand in front of Johnny, âThere are rumours about me circling,â you pout.
âWhat?â Heâs confused and you donât blame him.
You slump onto the couch, your shoulder bumping into his, âSaying I cheated on my ex and thatâs why we are broken up.â
He grunts, âWhat a load of bullshit,â his arm comes around you, pulling you close, âAre you okay?â
Sighing, you say, âYeah, I mean, if people believe it thatâs not my fault, Iâm just so exhausted, it feels like itâs one awful thing after another at the moment.â
He turns to you and kisses the side of your head, âWould you feel better if I fucked you?â
Your voice feels small, âYes.â
âThatâs too bad,â he smiles against you.
You pout at him, âDonât kick me when Iâm down.â
He chuckles, âHow about I cook you dinner instead?â
You smile at him, âThat would be nice too, I guess.â
âCould you help?â Heâs worried about it not being edible.
You let out an airy laugh, âSure.â
â° â° â°
When you had told Johnny you were going out today to see a friend, he couldnât help but feel a little disappointed, he has today off and he was hoping to spend it with you. He wasnât about to stop you though, you need to see your friends, heâs glad to see youâre willing to talk to someone else about this. Sometimes, he worries that if he hadnât heard your ex over the phone that first time, you wouldnât have told him anything and thatâs a scary thought to him.
He's left in the apartment alone and heâs bored, youâve not even been gone long and he feels like a dog waiting for its owner to come home. Maybe he should feel a little pathetic about it but heâs pretty happy about where is, heâs scared⊠about the future but heâs also looking forward to his relationship with you. All he has to do is keep himself busy until you get back and heâs golden.
Some of your clothes are piled in his room, ever since he took you to bed with him a couple nights ago, youâve been sleeping in here with him instead. Not that he minds, in fact, heâs got the opposite of complaints, the fact that youâre staying close to him and confiding in him, it makes him ridiculously happy.
The bag filled with your clothes sits on the floor in the corner, youâve been here for a while now and you still wonât unpack, that bothers him. He wonât unpack for you, thatâs invasive and will also probably upset you but he will pick up the clothes you left on the floor this morning, heâs just going to take them down the hall so they can get cleaned with his but as he picks them up, your panties slip from the pile.
He feels so ridiculously ashamed of how incredibly quickly his dick chubs up at seeing just your underwear, theyâre cute⊠and now heâs thinking of you in them and nothing but. He rolls his shoulders and looks up to the ceiling, trying to ignore the growing ache in his cock but now all he can think about is you and how wet and needy you get for him.
Shamefully, he drops everything onto the ground and picks up your panties, his mind running wild. He feels like a fucking creep how he shoves them into his face and inhales deeply, his mouth salivating, he wishes you were home, he wants to fuck you with his tongue, it feels heavy in his mouth as his need grows.
His other hand slides down his body and undoes his belt before unbuttoning his slacks, he shoves his hand into his pants and groans as he grabs himself over his underwear. Your scent overwhelms his senses and he canât hold off, he tugs his boxers and pants down, only enough so his cock is free, heâs desperate now, his dick twitching in need.
If he werenât so stupefied by his thoughts of you, heâd probably recognise this as the creepy behaviour it is but right now he doesnât care, he didnât get to cum the other night after making you finish on his thigh and heâs been hesitant to try anything since but heâs so wound up itâs insane. After you had fallen asleep next to him that night, heâd pitifully moaned when he squeezed the base of his cock, just to get some kind of relief.
He's honestly not sure how long heâll be able to hold off on fucking you, he wants it to be special for you, he wants it to be memorable, he doesnât want to be just some guy you give your virginity to and regret⊠but in saying that⊠the need that claws at his insides every time he makes your pretty, cunt cum for him, is getting harder to control.
His hand not holding your panties grips onto the dresser for balance, his other hand reaches down to his cock, his tip leaks precum into your underwear, theyâre soft as he moves them with his fist up and down his shaft. He sighs pathetically at the feeling of jerking off into your panties, his mind reeling with what it would be like to taste you, he wants to cum inside you and then lick you clean. His head falls back and he groans at the thought, his muscles twitch as he thinks of how pathetically youâd whine for him, your complacency with all the filthy things he does to you always makes his head spin.
With the amount heâs leaking into your panties, the glide is easy and his hand speeds up, a gasped grunt escaping him. Heâs already on the edge of cumming just from thinking about tongue fucking you, he talks big game about you not being able to take him but heâs concerned that as soon as he sinks balls deep in you, heâs going to cum.
His chin falls to his chest and he watches how he fucks into your panties, his eyes are glazed over and his hand moves faster, he needs to cum, he knows it wonât satisfy him, not how he wants but if he doesnât see your underwear coated in his cum, he thinks he may die. He thinks of you watching him cum into your panties, how embarrassed and turned on youâd be, it drives him wild and his cock jerks as he shoots his load into the fabric of your underwear. He groans deeply, his hips spasming, thrusting forward to ride out the euphoria.
He sighs, temporarily satisfied but his thoughts are still plagued by complete filth, he wants to make your pussy a complete mess for him. He wipes up his cum with your panties and tugs his pants back up, heâs going to need to calm down, he can wait for you to get home.
â° â° â°
The uber back to Johnnyâs is boring, youâd had a good time with your friend though, you both pulled your hair out over the assignment and over your ex⊠but it was good, talking to someone. She was supportive and kind and sheâs offered to sneak you into campus living with her if you need, which made you giggle. You told her about your plans to hopefully get a restraining order though, so you think you should be fine to go home soon.
It turns out, those girls⊠the ones you were at the party with, theyâre apparently helping feed the flames of the rumour going around about you. At least you werenât all that close to them, they just gave you a reason to go out and get drunk for a night. Whatever, you donât want to put any more energy into all this, youâre going to go back to Johnnyâs, youâre going to hang out with him and youâre going to trust that the court will let you get a restraining order against your ex.
When you get back to Johnnyâs, itâs eerily quiet, you were expecting him to be watching a movie or listening to music⊠anything but itâs silent in the apartment and itâs freaking you out a little bit. Walking further into the main living area, you place your bag down and continue to wander around, looking for him.
You call out for him, âJohnny?â
He stumbles out of his room pretty quickly at the sound of your voice, âYouâre back! How was it? Did you have fun?â
You squint at him a bit, his mannerisms odd, ââŠYeah, it was good, Iâve missed her so it was nice⊠catching up.â
He fidgets in front of you a bit, like heâs antsy, like this is all a formality and he doesnât really care, âThatâs good! Iâm glad you met up with her, Iâve been worried about you a bit latelyâŠâ His eyes roam over you, his fingers tapping against his skin.
ââŠJohnny?â He hums at you in reply and you ask, âAre you okay? You seem⊠on edge.â
His eyes flick back to yours, âYeah, doll, Iâm groovy, easy going,â he gives you a big cartoonish smile, itâs a little strained.
Frowning, you walk closer to examine him and he intakes a small, sharp breath, âAre you sure? Because youâre really twitchy right now.â
âDid anything else happen? Do you want to talk?â Heâs clearly changing the subject.
You decide to let him, âNo? Iâm fine, we talked, I helped her with her assignment, nothing special,â you shrug at him.
âOkay, good,â is all he says in response. Just as youâre about to ask him what he means by that, his hands are on you, pulling you close, his mouth hovering right over yours, âI missed you, sweetness⊠bad.â
Your voice shakes slightly, the proximity getting to you, making your skin all hot, âIâve not been gone loâ mmphââ
He cuts you off, his lips on yours are demanding, his kiss searing, like heâs been waiting his whole life to kiss you like this. You reach up and grab a hold of his shirt, hands fisting the fabric, trying to ground yourself. His hands are on you⊠everywhere, they grope and pull at the skin of your hips, at the fabric of your shirt, even palming your breasts, his touch is heated and needy, itâs making you dizzy. A small, whimpered moan leaves you involuntarily and he takes the chance to lick into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
With how heâs kissing you and how heâs touching you, your faculties are eluding you, your mind foggy. Youâre the one to pull back first, needing air. Resting your forehead against his chest, you catch your breath and attempt to think straight again. Which is, surprisingly difficult, your eyes feel wet, everything about you feels malleable right now, he could probably say the stupidest thing on Earth and youâd still be weak in the knees with hearts in your eyes.
You lightly giggle against him, âFeeling needy?â
He grunts at you, âDoll, you got no fuckin clue.â
You think you may have some clue, âBold statement coming from the man who still wonât fuck me even after I have asked so nicely, so many times.â
He rolls his eyes at you, only a little bit amused, youâre waiting for his smartass reply when he suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking back to his room with you.
âWow, talk about desperate,â you joke.
âKeep talking, sweetness, enjoy the upper hand while you can still talk coherently,â he drops you onto his mattress, his form standing over you from the foot of the bed.
You know heâs right, and yet, the need to challenge him like he doesnât render you speechless from a kiss hits you anyways, âCocky, much?â
âCould say the same thing to you, at least mine isnât false confidence,â he winks at you and begins unbuttoning his shirt.
You lean on your elbows and watch him intently, his skin slowly being revealed to you, heâs being a tease on purpose. Summoning your courage, you tug your pants down your legs and toss them off the bed, not stopping, you tug your shirt off completely too, your bra following not long after. Johnny stops what heâs doing, his shirt fully undone but still on.
Smiling up at him, you ask, âSomething wrong, sugar?â
He rolls his head back, a sigh coming from him, âFeeling mean today?â He asks, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders.
âOnly a little bit,â youâre honestly a little bit shocked with yourself, you feel nervous and exposed.
He climbs onto the mattress and you shuffle back as he moves up, his form large over yours, he leans down and places a hot kiss on your lips, âGonna stick my tongue in your pretty pussy, babe.â
Somehow, the crudeness of his words always shock you, âOkay.â
His smile at your reply is wolfish, giving you one last kiss before heâs moving back down the bed and pushing his face into your panties. You squeak and jump at the feeling, he only hums against you, seemingly pleased at your reaction.
âWanted to put my mouth on you all day,â he mumbles against your core.
You can only gasp in reply, his mouth opening and latching onto your cunt over your underwear, his tongue wetting the fabric, his nose rubbing into your clit. His hands hold you open and you fall flat onto the bed, not able to hold yourself up. When he detaches itâs only to pull your panties down your legs and off, his eyes are wild and he stumbles over his movements in his rush.
He's right back in between your legs as soon as he can be, his mouth not wasting anytime in how he immediately licks at you, fucking his tongue into your hole. A hand reaches down and threads through his hair, you give it a light tug and he moans against you. Your back arches for him, hips moving against his face slightly, your body moving on its own accord.
Johnnyâs own hips covertly rut into the bed below, his senses overtaken by you, how you smell and taste, itâs making him dizzy, heâs been looking forward to this all day. Heâs practically drooling into your cunt, his skin on fire, how you writhe and twitch on the mattress isnât helping. Knowing heâs making you a needy, whimpering mess is making his cock ache even worse than it did this morning.
Youâre gasping and whining for him and he moans into your pussy, his hips humping into the mattress in a more obvious manner as his desperation grows. His hands push on the back of your thighs, lifting your legs up and giving himself more access to your gooey cunt. Heâs eating you like he might die if he doesnât, like youâre his only salvation and youâre already so close to cumming for him because of it.
The grip you have on his hair tightens and he borderline whimpers into you, his movements not ceasing, if anything they pick up, his tongue moving quicker. Your stomach twitches and pulls, your orgasm fast approaching, Johnny can tell, he knows by how slick you get, how pitched your whines get.
You want to tell him, âJohnny, mmmââ
He grunts into your cunt, already aware and actively trying to have you finishing on his tongue, he wants it all. He wants you to cum directly into his mouth, he wants to drink it all down and then he wants to shove his tongue in your mouth and make you suck on it, tasting yourself through him. His cock twitches in his pants, his mind moving a million miles a minute, shamefully, heâs close to cumming in his pants.
Suddenly, he shakes his head against you, his nose moving over your clit, the stimulation shocks your orgasm from you, stumbled syllables vaguely reminiscent of Johnnyâs name tumble from your lips, sounds that he relishes in, his hips stutter against the mattress as your cum floods his senses. The way your pussy spasms and creams on his tongue undoing him completely, his cum no doubt staining the front of his slacks, shivers running down his spine.
The orgasm he gives you and how taken by surprise you were, renders you wordless and thoughtless, only the sounds of the blood pumping in your ears can be heard, everything else is like white noise. You huff and shake slightly, the buzz in your veins delicious, he was right, about rendering you completely speechless, you knew he would be.
He licks at your pussy a bit longer, until youâre jerking away from him, too sensitive, you close your legs, knees touching, giving yourself some reprieve. Johnny pulls up and off the bed, once heâs standing, he yanks his pants off. You donât miss the way his slacks and boxers are damp with his cum, heâs made a complete mess of himself.
You feel shy, âYou came from that?â Youâre completely shocked that heâs managed to finish just from humping the mattress and tongue fucking you.
âGot such a pretty little pussy, Iâd cum from watching you play with yourself,â he plays it off easily, not an ounce of shame in his bones at the moment, only a large grin plastered on his face.
The embarrassment his words cause you is immense; your face feels warm and you canât tell if itâs from your orgasm or what heâs just said. He crawls back on the bed, his cock already hardening again, apparently⊠heâs not done. His cock is shiny and slick from his own cum, his tip red and already leaking again, itâs making your head spin.
Your voice feels small, you feel small, âAre you gonna fuck me?â
âNo.â His answer is dead on, no room for argument, as per usual when it comes to this topic.
âThen whatââ
ââGonna play with you how I like,â he strokes his cock as he looks down at you, âOpen your legs, sugar.â You pout slightly, and he rolls his eyes at you, âCome on, sweetness, Iâll make you feel oh so good. Promise.â
You scowl at him lightly but open your legs for him, one of his hands moves to hold you open further. âYou said you would fuck me,â you complain.
âI said maybe,â he counters.
He doesnât wait for you to continue arguing with him, already moving his tip through your folds, he skates against your wet pussy and it has him shivering. He leans down over you, the length of his fat cock resting against your cunt, he holds himself up over you by his forearms. His hips begin slowly grinding down into you, everything is so slick and wet, your skin slipping against each other. He plants a kiss on your lips, his tongue entering your mouth straight away, wanting you to taste yourself. You moan into him, soft sighs also leaving you.
When he pulls back, you try again, âI want you, please.â
He groans, his hips stuttering, âYou have me right now.â
âWant you inside me,â you nearly sob.
âFuckâ Not today,â his voice is hoarse.
âAlwaysâ mmphâ always feel so empty,â your eyes are wet and glassy as you look at him, not so silently pleading, âNghâ Wan you to fill me, please, Johnny.â
âFuckingâ no, hnngâ whyâ godâ why do you want your first time to be now? Of all times?â He huffs against your skin, his cock painfully erect, throbbing and leaky for you.
âDonât care mmphâ donât care when or where, just who,â a tear slips down your cheek, your need practically tearing you apart at the seams.
Johnny nearly whimpers, his cock jerking against you, his tip sliding over your clit makes your skin itch, the desire to be fucked full of him overwhelming you. Itâs cruel, it feels heinously cruel how deprived of him you are, is it so much to ask to be so full of him youâre sobbing? You donât think so, your breath stutters as he continues rocking back and forth between your folds.
âI care when and how,â he bites back, nearly snarling at you.
You share your frustration with him, loose lipped in your pleasure and need, âI jus wan âÂnghâ you to fuck me blind, I canât, I need itâ mmphâ Johnny please!â
He actually does whimper this time, âFuckâ doll, you canâtâ donât do this to me,â heâs in such a weak state today, his desperation for you driving him insane.
The way youâre begging for him to stuff you full of his dick, is going to kill him, he already wants so badly to feel your tight, wet cunt wrapped around him but he wants to do it right. Your begging is chipping away at his resolve, his mind filling with images of how heâd stretch you out on his cock, how your eyes would roll back in your head as he fucks you just right.
His cock is making an absolute mess of you both, your lower halves completely coated in slick and cum, his head ducks down to look between the two of you. The underside of his cock glazed with your cum nearly sends him into a frenzy, he moans at the sight, forehead falling to rest on your sternum.
You hook your legs up on either side of his hips and he chokes at the change, his thrusts speeding up, one of his hands reaches down and digs into the fat of your thigh, nail biting into the skin. You gasp and whine, your mind slipping from you, you want to beg him more, you want to plead with him to have mercy but youâre not sure you can find the words anymore.
You sob over and over, begging him, âPlease, please, please, pleaseââ
He looks back at you, eyes sharp, âYouâll take what I fuckin give you or Iâll never touch you again,â he cautions, his tone harsh.
âJohnny~â you whimper, eyes large and dazed.
He tuts at you, his tone mocking, âPoor thing, not being satisfied sexually?â
You could almost cry, his words feel so mean.
He glares at you, âKnow what I did while you were gone, sugar?â
You shake your head at him, a gasp leaving you as his cock head catches on your clit.
âGot me so fuckinâ so needy,â he ridicules your usage of the word from earlier, âthat I got hard at the sight of your panties on my bedroom floor.â
A strained and small noise leaves you, not at all expecting him to admit to something like that. His hand holds onto the side of your face and tilts you up to look at him, heâs looking down his nose at you and it really shouldnât arouse you as much as it does. His hips donât stop, never stopping, he couldnât, not even to punish you, itâd be hell for him too. He needs this, itâs as close as heâs going to get to fucking you and heâd have to be put in the fucking ground before heâd remove himself from you, he needs you to cum on his cock like this.
âWanna know what I did with them?â He asks suddenly.
Youâre distant but not gone and you nod in response, curious.
He smiles evilly and leans down to whisper into your ear, âI fucked them, tugged on my cock until I came in them. Only thinking about your cunt and how fucking divine you taste, how badly I wanted to stick my tongue in you,â He licks the shell of your ear, âI thinkâ nghâ that youâre getting off easy.â
âJohnny,â you whine at him, the only thing heâs succeeded in doing is making your hornier for him.
âOne day. One day I will fuck you open on my cock but today and right now, youâre gonna fuckin behave and cum like this,â itâs a promise, one he intends to keep.
A shiver runs down your spine at how low and authoritative his tone is, a pathetic moan leaving you, one that Johnny doesnât miss, not if his smile is anything to go by. He doubles his efforts into sliding his cock through your folds, his hips moving quicker, more weight put behind them, it makes you whine and wriggle under him. The hand he had on your face moves back to your hip and grips you tight, forcing you to stay still for him.
He's moving desperately, wanting so badly for you to cum like this, he wants to fuck his whole cock into you but is too damn stubborn to do it now, he doesnât want your first time to be like this. His abs clench and twitch, his own end fast approaching him, his head leans down to your neck and remembers the other night, he pays extra attention to how close youâre getting, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he continues thrusting against you.
Your pussy is throbbing for him, youâre so unbelievable close and it has you seeing stars, Johnny can tell youâre right on the edge and just as youâre about to cum, he bites into the junction between your neck and shoulder, harder than the other night. Your cunt jumps at the shock of pain and you moan pitifully loud, tears that had been sitting in your water line slip down your cheeks as you spasm and cum for Johnny. He groans at the sounds youâre making for him, at the way your cunt gushes with your orgasm, making an absolute mess of yourself and his dick.
He holds off to let you ride out your high and then heâs pulling back onto his knees, jerking his cock while watching the way your pussy clenches on nothing, he whimpers and wishes he was fucking you full. In just this moment, he wishes he were a worse man but he settles for this, he fists his cock, and just as heâs about to cum he notches his tip at your entrance, not pushing in at all, just resting it there, his cum entering you as much as it can from this position.
You wriggle your hips at him, pushing down slightly, his hand immediately shoots out to push you down, knowing youâd absolutely attempt to take him all, even if it hurt. He canât help how aroused that thought alone makes him, youâre willing to hurt yourself to take him all and it tugs at something ugly and primal inside him.
After heâs dumped his load on and partially in you, he pulls back, watching the way his cum has coated you. His finger moves to collect it and he begins pushing it inside you, his finger stretching you open as he stuffs you full of his cum.
The grip you have on him is making him lose his mind, âGod, youâre so fucking tight.â He groans.
You canât offer much else but blabbered words, nothing you say very coherent, not for lack of trying though.
Johnny only chuckles, amused by how stupid you are right now, heâs not able to control himself and he begins opening you up on both of his fingers, fucking you with them. His cum making it easy, his only aim was to fuck it into you but now he wants you cumming again, the sounds you make when you cum, theyâre something he hopes he never forgets. Heâs playing with you, his fingers leaving to spread his cum around some more before re-entering and pulling you apart by the very fibre of your being.
Youâre whimpering at him, trying to tell him youâre sensitive, that itâs too much, that youâre going to cry but he either doesnât understand or doesnât care and based by how pleased he looks when you begin sobbing for him, youâd safely assume itâs the latter.
He smiles brilliantly at you, âYouâre such a pretty doll.â
Itâs too much, âI canâtâ nghââ
ââHmmm? What was that?â Heâs taunting you; he knows what you were going to say.
 Your eyes roll to the back of your head, another orgasm already fast approaching you, sadly you think itâs significantly spurned on by how cruel heâs being to you. Your body shakes, your legs try to close but he holds them open easily, his eyes intently watching how you take his fingers.
âSucking me right back in, got such a needy pussy, I swear,â his fingers move quicker, stroking into one spot that has you gasping out a shocked moan, âMaking such a fuckin mess, sweetness, can you hear how fuckin messy you are, hmm?â
You can, the obscene noises of your shamefully wet cunt fill the room and you still find it in yourself to be embarrassed, even when reduced to a sobbing, whimpering, state. Your arm moves to cover your face and Johnny tuts at you, disapproving of the action.
He directs you, âWanna see your pretty face, doll, keep looking right. at. me.â
Forcing yourself, you look at him, your eyes barely able to stay open, everything you see is blurry anyways. Johnny moves his thumb to circle your clit, youâre sensitive and it makes you jump, your instinct to move away, not that you get very far. He is insistent, his hand never slowing and his thumb never moving, the added stimulation has your stomach doing somersaults.
Your cunt clenches down on his fingers and Johnny groans at you, âAtta girl, there you fuckin go,â his voice is soft, encouraging.
Your orgasm wracks over your body, mind hazy and nowhere within reach, everything you moan out isnât even close to sounding like words, the only coherent thing being Johnnyâs name. Your back arches and he pins you back down again, his fingers and thumb still moving, aiding in your orgasm. Itâs becoming too much but you canât even move away from him, only able to take the overstimulation until heâs satisfied. Everything is⊠dark and you canât hear a damn thing.
He does eventually show you mercy, removing his fingers from your pussy, he taps your clit a few times just to watch how you jump and spasm at the contact though, and then he really does pull back. His eyes stay on your cunt though, watching you for a moment before his gaze wanders all over your body, taking in how blissed and fucked out you look.
Wistfully, he murmurs, âIâm gonna shove my cock so deep inside you, youâll feel me in your stomach.â
âJohnnyââ
ââNot now but one day,â he laughs airily, leaning down to kiss you tenderly on the lips.
He gets off the bed and pulls on some pants, leaving to grab a cloth and water, you lay on his mattress completely gone, not a single thought in your head. When he comes back, he cleans you up and makes you drink the water.
âYou make me drink a lot of water,â you mumble around the rim of the glass.
Heâs watching you, completely charmed by you even though youâre a naked mess drinking water in his bed, âNeed you to stay hydrated, donât want you passing out on me.â
âKeep making me cum like that and I just might,â you pass him the almost empty glass and he places it on the nightstand. He hands you one of his t-shirts and you put it on, appreciating the cover.Â
âSo⊠youâre into biting, huh?â Heâs teasing you, his grin large.
You pout at him, âDonât be mean⊠panty thief.â
âOh, how you wound me, sugar,â his hands dramatically clasp at his chest over his heart. You roll your eyes at him and he instead asks, âWanna watch a movie?â
âI am not moving,â you say, stretching your achy muscles out.
He offers, âWhat if I carry you?â
ââŠI could be amicable to that.â
âYeah, I fuckin bet,â he chuckles but carries you to the lounge anyways.
The movie you end up watching is one of his, which should be a shock to no one, itâs not like youâre entirely conscious of the plot though, youâre still off in the clouds. Something Johnny admonishes you for, âPay attention!â
You argue back, âIâm tired, plus Iâve seen this one before!â
âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â he jokes.
âI could say the same to you,â you sigh, snuggling into his side, he wraps his arm around you and holds you close.
This is the most peaceful you have felt in a while, you feel safe and cared for and you think, you could stay like this forever.
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âËâ show me what you are âËâ
enemies with benefits vessel x f!reader
summary: you despise your friend of a friend vessel, and he despises you. but you quickly learn you have more in common that you ever thought.
7.4k words
tags, head's up, etc: SMUT, soft sub!vessel, soft domme!reader, lots of antagonizing one another, enemies to lovers, established enemies, casual arrangement, making out, idiots in lust, sexting, masturbation (m + f), praise, dirty talk, pet names (puppy, mommy), cockwarming, cowgirl, pronebone, squirting
a/n: I'm nervous about this one. I've been working on this before I started feeling depressed and I just want it out on the world. Also, in the (paraphrased) words of @rat-that-writes "he could never hate me. I'm too hot."
Youâre minding your business at a cafe when he comes in. You lock eyes like you normally do when you happen upon each other. Blank, dead eyes. Face so flat itâs not even a scowl. Sighs. Vessel. A friend of a friend of a roommate of a friend. And a thorn in your side. Ok yes heâs very smartâŠand wittyâŠand talentedâŠbut it doesnât make him any less arrogant and annoying to be around. You two run in the same circles but that doesnât mean you hang out. You just exist, for better or for worse, in the same space. No one could understand why you and him didnât get along. You two werenât so similar that it was grating, but you also werenât so different that you were unable to find common ground. But there was something in the way of you two connecting. Of feeling anything other than hate.Â
You look back down at your book until you hear the chair across from you scrap across the floor and someone slump into it.Â
âI need you.â
You take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose. You look up at Vessel and notice heâs staring at you expectantly.Â
âSay something,â he says somewhere between a plea and a demand.Â
âWhat are you talking aboutâŠyou âneedâ me?â
He looks down. âUhm, well, you seeâŠâ
âVesâŠspit it out.â Youâre trying to keep your voice down as more people come into the cafe. Why couldnât you have had this conversation at the party you both attended the night before?Â
âIâŠfuck. I haveâŠneeds andâŠâ
âOh Jesus Christ.â You roll your eyes and crack your neck. âItâs 10 amâŠâ
âNo, let meâŠfinish. God. IâŠhave needs and I donât reallyâŠwant to look far. To get them met. Do you understand? UhmâŠI..â
Is he asking for�
âUse your words.â
He doubles back a little and licks his lips. Why do his eyes look watery? âYeah. Yeah I'll use my words. Uhm. I was wondering if youâd be interested in exploring something sort ofâŠloose with me. No strings.â
You laugh out loud from shock. âIs this a sick joke?â
Oh his little heart breaks when you laugh. You can see it. His sweet face drops. âNoâŠno oh my god. I would never joke about this. Look. Hear me out. IâŠhun I am desperate. I need to justâŠâ he puts his hand to his forehead⊠âI need the companionshipâŠand the releaseâŠbut I donât have it in me to look for a relationship. Not right now and perhaps never.â
This is the first time youâve seen him vulnerable and quite frankly you could get used to it. There was something about his voice that was different. Calm. Normal. Sincere. But you still feel that pull towards aggression. Instigation. âAnd someone you actively despise and harrass is your top pick for a fuck buddy?â
âI know we argue a lot!â he barks back. You shift uncomfortably as a couple at a nearby table glare at you both. Vessel clears his throat and lowers his voice. âWe donât get along. And what Iâm asking for is a bit muchâŠmaybe we justâŠpretend for a bit? Every once in a while?â He gulps and shakes his head. âIâm genuinely pathetic, IâmâŠIâm so sorry. Iâm being a fucking knob.â
You cross your arms and consider what heâs saying. âSo youâre asking to have some kind ofâŠsituationship with meâŠwithout ever trying to be nice to me first?â
He wipes his hand down his face and groans. âIâŠfuck it. Yeah I am. I am here groveling and asking you to sleep with me every so often so that maybe I donât do my own head in. And, also, I just thought maybeâŠsince youâreâŠpent up and shitty like me. Maybe youâd like to have some fun every once in a while? It would be mutually beneficial. Our mouths would be busy, eyes closed. Maybe we wouldnât even know it was the other.â
You scoff. âWhat is that supposed to mean? Pent upâŠâ you straighten in your seat. But you knew exactly what he meant. You were high strung a lot, and Vessel made an excellent target for your frustrations. How could two shit stirrers find any kind of solace with each other? ButâŠyou didnât have any other prospects banging down the door (or you). You put your hands up in surrender. âOk. Ok. Iâll bite. YeahâŠfun would be niceâŠâ
âRightâŠyeah, yeah. Because I get the impression itâs been a minute for you andâŠâ
âDude, come on!â You interrupt.Â
âLook,â he shakes his head and looks away, âyouâre a nice girl when you want to be. And maybe if this arrangement is with youâŠsomeone I donât really see often or whateverâŠâ he finally looks you in the eyes.
~
That next Friday youâre in his flat for the first time. You sit on the couch awkwardly as he brings you some water and plops beside you. Ves bites the inside of his cheek. No one has really made any moves but first times are always awkward right? No matter what was going to happen tonight, it would be a first of some sort. The first time youâre nice to each other. The first time you really touch each other. âYou look pretty.â He says sheepishly.Â
You look down at your baggy band tee and short yoga shorts. âDonât lie to me.â
âMy god just take the compliment. Weâre here just trying to have a good time andâŠâ
âOk ok. Thank youâŠVesâŠthatâs sweet of you to say.â
He turns a bit more towards you, searching your face. His eyes trace your body head to toe as he tries to stifle a small smile. This was his idea and yet he still doesnât want to show you how much he likes looking at you. Being around your pretty self. You suddenly start to feel nervous as he scoots closer to you. He curls his long legs up underneath him and gently touches your arm. You study his fingers like theyâre some harmless little bugs before bringing your gaze back up to his face. Heâs not ugly. No. You just never think about his looks because heâs so annoying to you. But here you both are, looking at each other in quiet fascination. Your breath hitches.
âWhy me, Ves?â
âWhy not you?â Vessel rolls his eyes and moves a little closer and puts his hand out tentatively near your thigh. You gulp, pulling his hand to rest on your smooth skin. His hand rubs gentle strokes against you and his breath deepens. âYou feel so good. God.â
âYeah?â
He bites his lip and looks at you so dreamily. You chuckle. The world stops for what feels like the hundredth time since youâve gotten here. You feel your head spin a little as he looks at you with what you want to call âdesire,â but how could you two ever feel anything other than disdain? Vessel clears his throat slightly. âYou can back outâŠbefore everything changesâŠâ
âEverythingâs changed already, Ves.â
His hand moves up your thigh and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh. He hums contently when you move closer, nearly on his lap. You were wrong when you said everything had already changed. It actually changed the moment you two instinctively moved closer. Not a kiss, but a hug. At first it was tense. Like siblings being told to hug it out. But soon the awkwardness wasnât the most distracting thing. It was how he felt to you. Sure he was lanky and toned, but he had a softness. A gentleness in how his arms pulled you close and enveloped you. It made you feel like the tiniest thing. And you could tell he enjoyed it and wanted to relax. As he loosened up, he held you closer. He breathed you in. You swear you could fall asleep until he drags cheek and nose up your neckâŠit reminded you of an animal scenting something. Or maybe he wanted your essence on him. He starts to speak in a barely there whisper and then clears his throat.
âMay I, please, start kissing you?â
You gulp. The hug alone aroused you, and the thought of kissing him made you feel completely brainless. âYeah,â you whisper thickly.Â
Vessel places small, gentle kisses in the crook of your neck, taking his time and breathing deeply between each peck. His lips are naturally pouty and feel so soft on your skin. He lets his lower lip drag up to your jaw before placing a delicate kiss right by your earlobe. You would say you donât know what to do with your hands but they move on instinct. One gently squeezes his waist as the other traces lazy patterns on the back of his neck.Â
âI love how your nails feel on me,â he whispers. He sounds like a different person. Heâs actually lost in youâŠand you would know because youâre lost in him. You let your hand drift up to his hairline where you begin to scratch his scalp. His head falls back; his eyes closed and lips slightly parted. You chuckle softly and move both hands to his hair. Eventually youâre in his lap but youâre hesitantly to really relax. âIâve got you. Have a seat, love.â
You start to feel nervous and the nasty voice in your head that says youâre not worthy and perfect for this kind of situation gets louder. âIs it because Iâm easy? Do you think Iâm easy?â You blurt out. So many times youâve been taken advantage of and it wouldnât even surprise you if this was one of those times where you were in the right place and desperate.Â
Vesselâs eyes open, and he looks at you completely lost. He leans forward and helps you cross your legs around his waist. âYou⊠darlingâŠare one of the most difficult people Iâve ever encountered. It must really mean something if youâre hereâŠin my flatâŠnestled on my lap. And Iâm grateful. Thank you.â He begins kissing your neck again but with more fervor this time. More need. Your back arches as his kisses become wetter and his hands knead your plush thighs and ass. Itâs no use. You give in to instinct and gently move his face to yours but you both stop. Your noses touch but the realization starts to set in. As quickly as you came together, youâre pulling apart.
âThis isnât the move, is it?â You ask, getting off his lap and smoothing your hair back.
Vessel inhales and rubs his face, groaning. âNo. It was a mistake. Besides, you gave me that look.â
âWhat look?!â
âOh donât play dumb. You know the look. The one where you watch me flounder when you could help me.â
You scoff and stand up. âWow youâre catching on. Thatâs how I always look at you.â You start to walk towards the door when you turn back to him. He hasnât left his seat on the couch and doesnât seem to care to do so. Youâre not quite sure what youâre feeling. Arousal, but also annoyance at how quickly the mood changed. Certainly it was Vessel that ruined it, right? You feel that familiar stirring. To project. To rile him up and tear him down.Â
He stares back at you. âYouâre as pathetic as me. Donât forget that. You wanted this too. You probably still do.â
Him being both right and cruel about it ignites a white hot rage inside you. You want to scream at him
ask what you did to deserve this from him. To ask him why he makes himself so easy to hate. But instead, you leave.Â
...
A week later youâve kept your weird interaction with Vessel in the back of your head but until then, you couldnât give two dicks. It was the weekend. And it wasnât like you to be at a bar like this. Metalheads. The hottest, tiniest goth girlfriends youâd ever seen. You felt out of place but your friends said ânoooo we should go! Itâs something different to do.â So you put on little black dress and Dr Martens and said âfuck it.â And you were glad you did because a new environment also meant new guysâŠand to your surprise you actually got some positive attention.Â
You found yourself chatting with a guy at the bar as you waited for your drink. He was friendly and handsome enough; you had the ugly thought that maybe he was one of those metalheads who had never actually spoken to a girl, but that was quickly forgotten when you started a thoughtful conversation about a series you both like. And it wasnât one of those conversations where a nerdy guy dominates and info dumps and corrects you like a jackass. Itâs justâŠenjoyable. He finally starts warming up to you a little and lets his hand graze yours, laughing at your reaction when a sludgier song comes on. You bite your lip and giggle a little, flirting with him saying, âmaybe I need someone to help me appreciate metal a little more.â Your hands briefly touch again, and he leans a little closerâŠletting his free hand lightly touch your waist. You play coy and back up a little. It looks like heâs about to get his phone out before his eyes trail up and behind you. Youâre wondering what heâs looking at until you feel a looming presence and a wide hand rub against your back and shoulder.
âThere you are, gorgeous. I thought youâd forgotten about me.â
Your jaw clenches into a tight, fake smile. That accent. You look up at your uninvited guest.
âHello, Ves. Iâm sure I have no idea what you mean.â
The cute guy you were talking to looks confused and maybe a little sad. Fuck! You facepalm and groan as Vessel waves to him nonchalantly. âHeyaâŠalright, mate?â His voice is dripping in sarcasm.Â
Your brain scrambles. âHe just means Iâd been up here for so long I forgot about the friend groupâ you say trying to save face. âNot just him. Definitely not.â Vessel squeezes your hip in feigned affection which makes the guy tsk, roll his eyes, and walk away. âWait, Iâm serious,â but heâs already gone. You scoff, ready to pummel Vessel who was easily a head taller than you and more than capable of overpowering you if you tried. You actually liked that guy and thought something was there.
âWhat the fuck was that?â You ask, eyes shooting daggers into Ves.Â
He snorts and shrugs. This is no big deal to him. âThat guy was a loser.â
âSo?! What do you care?â
âOh come now, babes. You would have annoyed that bastard to deathâŠhe could have never kept up with you.â That shit eating grin. God you could just slap it right off of him. You know that he would leave you alone if you justâŠdidnât respond. Ignored him. But something kept telling you to egg him on. To react.
âYouâre such a dick,â you say, rolling your eyes and walking away. You make it halfway across the bar when he grabs your arm.Â
âHEY! I came over to talk to you. Donât walk away from me.â
âWow, and how inviting you seem right now! Sabotaging my night and grabbing me. Is this the only way you can get girls near you?â
His brows knit together and he stands closer to youâŠso much so youâre looking straight up. âSabotage? Did you like him that much? If you really, really wanted to go home with him tonight then why are you here with me? AlsoâŠâ he leans down to whisper, âI didnât have to do much pulling and prodding to get to you mine last week.â
âWhat the fuck do you wantâ you sneer. But you find yourself wanting to stay put. The warmth radiating from his tall form. His cologne. The intensity of his gaze. Your attempt at a makeout session last week suddenly replayed in your head very loudly. You snap back to reality when Vessel huffs with a terse laugh and looks away.Â
âI hate to say it butâŠI wanted to ask you something. Ask youâŠfor somethingâŠagain.â You search his face for understanding. He canât even look you in the eye but you can tell heâs humiliated. Tail-between-the-legs humiliated. Little-boy-caught-by-mommy humiliated. The pause is heavy. The ambient noise in the bar fades away when he looks at you. He tries to find words but they arenât coming. âFuck. NeverâŠnever mind, it's stupid. Have a nice nightâ He lets go of your arm and storms away.Â
Youâre left there with your jaw on the floor. Usually this tall arrogant nerd wouldnât shut up giving you a hard time. Now heâs running away. Without thinking, you follow him outside the bar and call out.Â
âVes, what the hell was that?â You hate to say it but you actually feel concerned. Like you have to finally put down your senseless grudge and actually talk to him. âAre you ok?âÂ
He looks out down the street. Itâs a busy Friday night. Folks bar hopping, getting Ubers, whatever people who like each other do downtown, but it feels like itâs just you two. Your eyes bore into him, and he finally looks down at you. Blankly, but at least heâs looking at you. âI know how we can make theâŠâsituationâ work.Â
âOh? Other than bothering someone else?â
âDo you know what? This is your problem. Youâre mouthy and always antagonizing to try to keep some hold over meâŠand I want all of it. I need you to keep being that way with me. Please.â His voice has dropped to a gravely murmur as his hands shake in clenched fists at his side.Â
You two stare at each other for a moment too long. Itâs uncomfortably intimate. Youâre having a conversation without speaking and it eats at you. You should not want this. Not again. Not him. âWhat do you mean?â
He fidgets. âDonât make me say it.â
âAre you kidding? Youâre really going to stand here and ask me for something again without defining any terms? Without playing your part in whatever this sick little thing is?â
âIf itâs so sick then why are you blushing? You blushed like that when I kissed your neck in my flat. Youâre like me. Come on.â
You cock an eyebrow, realizing slowly what he means. âYou like thisâŠdonât you? Being put in your place?â
âYou havenât actually done it yet, butâŠif you didâŠweâd all feel better. Even if for a brief moment. An hour. An evening. JustâŠplease,â he takes on that same pleadingâŠgroveling tone again. He means it. âI canâtâŠfor lack of a better word and I know itâs stupid butâŠI canât âshow upâ and turn my brain off if weâreâŠequals or something.. So pleaseâŠwhere do I belong? Tell me.â
The idea that thisâŠdummy who antagonizes you wants to submit to you breaks your brain. But wait.Â
âHow did you even know to ask me about this, hm? Did you ask aroundâŠmaybe even try to snoop on my socials?â Your voice isnât harsh, but it isnât gentle. Strict. Probing.Â
The way he looks down and rubs the back of his neck, which suddenly looks biteable, is adorable. He gulps. âI uhmâŠIâm sorryâŠbut I..â
You bite your lip and chuckle as he shifts from one foot to another. A couple walks past and gives you both a once over, which makes you stand closer to him. If he wants to feel claimed, you can try. Being in his personal space where everyone can see.
âI uhmâŠI heard you talking not too long agoâŠaboutâŠâ he lowers his voice âabout subby guys andâŠwell..â
âWooooowâŠ.so⊠been eavesdropping, eh, bub?â
He opens his mouth and only a little whimper comes out. âIâm so sorry.â He keeps looking down, but you reach up and guide his chin so he looks at you.Â
âWhat a resourceful boyâŠâ you say in a sticky sweet voice. âYou were just dying to find something out to the point that you decided to sneak around? Was it fun? Little puppy sniffing around for cluesâŠhm?â
Oh the blush that covers his face. The way his eyes sparkle. You know exactly when he overheard you wax poetic about submissive men to your friends at that partyâŠbecause you knew he was there. You wanted him to hearâŠbecause you had your suspicions too. âAnswer my question. Dig up your bones for meâŠdid you have fun with your little secret mission?âÂ
He breaths shakily and bites his lip. Finally he nodsâŠand gives you a big cheeky grin. âYes maâam.â
âEh donât call me âmaâam.â Makes me sound old.â
âOh sorry sorry uhhh I donât mean toâŠâ
âVesâŠmy goodnessâŠitâs ok. You didnât know.â You chuckle softly and feel like youâre looking at him for the first time. âDonât be hard on yourself. And thatâs my first order for you.âÂ
His back straightens a little and his pouty lips curl into a shy smile. âI can do that.â
âGood boy.â You can see his pupils dilateâŠhis breath catchâŠhis heart swell. Oh to be your good boy even though you despise him.Â
Something inside you has snapped. Suddenly this insane âmutually beneficialâ arrangement excites you. Having casual sex with someone you donât like in the name of âsome funâ was ok, but seeing now that he was naturally submissive made your head spin. This you could work with.Â
âI will take a crumb. Honestly. Anything youâll give meâŠeven if this is the last time we talk about it and it falls through againâŠâ
You put your hand up to stop him. âStop that.â
âYes, maâam.â He winces when the word leaves his mouth.Â
You smirk and brush his hair back a bit. Your nails lightly scratching his forehead. He wants to purr. To roll his eyes back and feel your nails all over him.Â
âLook at you,â you whisper, letting your nails trail over his cheek. âSuch a big baby. Arenât you?â
âLet me take you homeâŠplease. PleaseâŠâ
âNo. Hmm. No, I don't think so. Not tonight.âÂ
He pouts a little bit but nods. âYeahâŠyeah ok.â
âMhmâŠbe patient for me. Can you do that?â
He nods and bites his lip. You can tell heâs excited. âWhen weâre not likeâŠplaying or whateverâŠyou donât have to treat me any differently. It can be our secret. As we were, yeah?â
You take your time with this. You two rarely see each other as it is and like hell youâd mess with him in front of others. So things develop over texting and the occasional late night phone callâŠbut usually texting. Talking on the phone leads to tone policing. Arguments. Itâs best to just keep things borderline anonymous.Â
Ves: are you too busy for me?
It was 10 pm. You were drinking wine in your underwear watching Scream. Technically, yes, you were busy. But you knew why he was texting and maybe it would be fun to indulge.Â
You: I guess not. What do you need?
The response is instant. He was waiting for you.
Ves: nothing really.Â
Ves: just wondering about youÂ
You: what about me?
Ves: what youâre doing. what youâre wearing. if Iâll ever actually get to be your good boy. feels like you want me at arms length all the time. Is that part of the fun for you?
What seemed like a fun flirty conversation has now turned somewhat emotional. You sigh, desperate to get things back on track. As you try to formulate a response, you getâŠoh.
The videoâs thumbnail is dark, but you open it anyways. You hear blankets rustling and music being turned down as it becomes clear what heâs sent you. Heâs laying on his back in bed; the blanket is pushed down to right below his belly button. Youâve never seen him shirtlessâŠand now thatâs all you want to see. Yeah he works out but he looks soft. Kissable. You can imagine how fun it would be to kiss down his neck to his tummy, telling him how pretty he isâŠmaking him feel small and fuckable. He starts talkingâŠyou can tell heâs nervous.
âMaybe this is too needyâŠtoo patheticâŠI donât knowâ he strokes his free hand mindlessly up and down his stomach, âbut you like this. Maybe you want me to act out. Just tell meâŠplease⊠Do you want me like this? DesperateâŠcompletely stupidâŠâ As his voice trails off, he moves his hand down to his blanket-covered waist and palmsâŠ
âOh shit,â you whisper as the outline of his cock comes into view and he speaks again.Â
âI want you to want thisâŠpleaseâŠcan I be needy for you?â The video ends just as he lets out a soft, breathy whimper.Â
You compose yourselfâŠor try toâŠand respond.Â
You: look at you. Are you comfy in that big bed?
Again, the response is instant.Â
Ves: yeah but Iâm lonelllyyyyy.Â
You: just pretend itâs me, sweetheart.
Ten minutes pass. Wait. Why are you sad he didnât respond? Why do you care? WhyâŠ*ding ding*
Ves: ok, I did it. did I do good?đ„ș
Another text. A picture. What. A. Sight.
His hand concealed his now flaccid cock⊠but fully on show was his cum covered tummy. You choke back a moan and grasp your blankets. At this point youâve forgotten who youâre texting and quite frankly you donât care.Â
You: such a good boy đ¶ youâre a hot mess, arenât you?Â
Crickets. Fucking. Crickets. You donât hear from him for three days. You keep telling yourself itâs ok and not worth thinking about because you hate each other. Itâs just mindless fun. Nothing personal. But thenâŠit dawns on you. Youâre technically in charge.Â
You: come over Ves: why? You: why do you think? be here at 8. donât be a brat Ves: đ§ââïžđ¶ see you at 8
Right on the dot, heâs there. Youâre hoping this doesnât end the way it did last time. Necking in his lap before you came to your senses. But the energy is different. He stands close to and studies your face.
âWhat should I call you? When weâreâŠyou know?â
âWhat feels natural? Other than maâamâŠâ you chuckle. Aw. An inside joke.Â
He bites his lip and blushes. Why is he doing sweater paws with his hoodie? Such a slut.Â
âI can think of one butâŠâ he stammers, ânot quite brave enough yet to use it.â
âThatâs ok.â Your hands drift up to his chest, where you start to play with drawstrings of his hoodie. âLet me get you some waterâŠdo you need a snack before we get started?âÂ
He considers for a bit but shakes his head. âI can wait until youâre done with meâ
You suppress a whimper. Heâs in his subspace for you. Get it together. Also, easily entertained much?Â
All he said implied was that heâd need sustenance after whatever you do to him because youâll use him for all heâs worth. Very normal! Not worth whimpering over! âLet me show you my bedroom.âÂ
You gently pull let the hoodieâs drawstrings bounce as you let go of them. When you step inside your room he chuckles a little.
âSquishmallows eh?â
You give him a playful sneer, although any other time you would have laid into him. âBetter get comfy with them if you want to do this.â
Heâs already on the bed, shoes kicked off. He grabs one that looks like a shark and holds it to his chest. âGenuinelyâŠyour bedroom is really cozy. Thanks for having me over.â He says this as if it was any other conversation, but then he licks his lips a little. âIâm just going to lay here until you need or want me to do something. Is that ok?â
Well. Youâre already straddling him before he can finish. âWhat have you been doing the past three daysâŠhm?â
âI uhâŠâ he stammers and looks up at you with watery puppy eyes. âWorking. ButâŠthere were some things I didnât doâŠâ
âYeah like talk to me.â
âTsk. Stop. Just because weâre doing this doesnât mean Iâve become a complete nympho. Honestly.â He rolls his eyes and looks away. âI was going to text you tomorrow anyways. I havenât touched myself since that night we textedâŠhavenâtâŠâ he shifts under your weight and you feel a slight throb.
âOhâŠis three days a long time for you? Hmm?â
He chuckles a little and squeezes the shark. âItâsâŠâ he snorts when he laughs and hides his face. You move his hands and he chuckles a little more. What a beautiful sound. You realize you could recognize it anywhere and be better for it. âYeah yeah yeah. It's been a long time for me. Itâs usually everyday. Twice.â
âYou gave upâŠsix orgasmsâŠfor me? Of your own free will?â
âI wanted to do eight, gorgeous. I really did. But you texted andâŠâ
âWell who said you were cumming tonight?â
He takes a deep breath and his eyes roll back a little. âMy mistake.â
âNo no no.â You lean down and kiss his forehead. âYou did the right thing. Saving yourself up for me.â Your kisses trail down to his jaw. Fuck his soft and smooth. You gently nip at his earlobe and chuckle softly as he whines with pleasure. âYou know what you are?â
âHmm?â He lets out hazily.Â
âA good boy. A good puppy. Coming when called. Obeying.â Your nose trails against his and you think for a second that this will be a repeat. You two will snap out of it. But he squirms again and pouts.
âI can be so goodâŠpleaseâŠâ
âIâm not even doing anything to you yetâŠâ
He groans as you slide off him and start palming his crotch.Â
âDo you know how many times I got off thinking about that video you sent me?â
His cock bobs against your touch as he groans pathetically. âN-noâŠno idea. It wasnât muchâŠâÂ
You start to stroke him. Oh heâs needed this. His hips buck up into hand as he white knuckles the stuffed shark. Mumbled pleas fall from his pretty lips as you ask him what heâs hiding in his sweats. Your fingers slide under his waistband. His moans are whiny and whimpering.Â
âSuch a puppy.â
You slide his sweats and underwear slowlyâŠjust enough to free his cock. You gasp aloud. âOh my goodnessâŠVesâŠlook at you. Look. HEY.â You snap a bit to get his attention. His head is lolling back and you havenât even touched his uncovered cock yet. âI said to look.â
He looks down and groans again as your manicured hands stroke him. You bite your lip and think about how exquisite itâll feel inside you. The shark squishmallow is put to the side, and he comes up on his elbows. âMmm..mmâŠyour hands are so pretty. Sâsoft. Fuuuuck.â Your strokes are gentle and steady. His hips buck to control the pace but you gently flick his tummy.Â
âGood boys donât take.â
He pouts and settles into your bed. He seems to be enjoying himself. His legs twitching, his moans coming more often than not. But you wanted to play. You wanted his brain off. For now he was yours. You stop stroking. âVes. Look at me.â
He whimpers when you stop and raises his head. The whimper turns into a strangled sob as the long string of spit from your lips coats the head. Your slow, teasing, wet strokes make his face contort like heâs sobbing. âFffffffâŠ.uuuuCK! M-m-mmmmâŠmommy please.â You freeze and look up at him.Â
âWhat was that?â
His face is all panic. âOh my god oh my god no Iâm sorry. It just slipped outâŠIâllâŠfuckâŠno Iâm so sorry.â
You lean forward and shut him up with a tender kiss on the lips. You allow his hands to trail over your ass and breasts, letting his touch linger a bit too long over your nipples. When you pull away, heâs blushing like crazy with hazy, dreamy eyes. âYouâre such a good boy,â you whisper.
âT-thank youâŠmommy.âÂ
You slip out of your clothes and relish in his gaze. For the first time you donât feel like heâs here to be your biggest criticâŠand you donât need to mouth off to him. He looks at you with a dopey little grin. âAre you going to use me?â
You chuckle softly as you straddle him again. âYou could say that. Make you my little boy toy. Would you like that?â
His whimpering keeps him from answering, probably because youâre teasing the head of his cock with your already wet pussy. âGodâŠplease use me. PleaseâŠitâs what Iâm good forâŠIâll make you so happy mommy I promiseâŠplease!!â
You blush and forget yourself for a bit when he brings one of his hands to his face. He looks adorable. He needs to be held. He needs kisses. âGive me a hand, puppy. Hold yourself still.â
He reaches down and holds his cock as you slide down. He hisses in pleasure and whines as you moan from the stretch. You grasp his chest as his cock disappears into your pretty pussy, your head thrown back and mouth wide open. Vesselâs breath is coming hard and fast as he touches you. Heâs bottomed out inside you and he doesnât dare move. You havenât told him to. He needs to be good. The past three days wonât have been worth it if he fucks this up.Â
You reach back and pat his thigh. âBend your legs, puppy.â
âYeahâŠyeah okâŠâ he groans out as he obeys. One hand holds his waist while the other trails under his hoodie. He whimpers and bites his lip as you toy with his nipple.Â
âLift your hoodie.â He lifts it only to expose his stomach but stops there. You tsk and pull it up so his chest is uncoveredâŠmmm. âLook at my pretty boyâŠâ you whisper as you kiss across his chest. You take in the warmth and natural scent of his skinâŠhow he tastes under your little licks across his nipplesâŠthe texture of his skin between your teeth. A delicious chain reaction occurs when his cock throbs hard against you after leaving teeth marks on one of his pecs. âYouâre being so good. I didnât even have to tell you what to do.â
He looks at you hazily. Youâve only been cockwarming him, and heâs already empty headed. He nods dumbly but then yelps when your pussy clenched around him.Â
âTell me what you thought about that nightâŠwhen you made the video.â
He gulps and holds you close to his chest. His cock is buried in your tight pussy but he doesnât dare move.
âI..hehâŠI thought about being your seat. Your human mattress.â
You kiss and suck on his neck, admiring the red marks already decorating him. âOh? You like being squished?â
âI thought about something like this. But youâreâŠyouâre fucking me. You lay on my dead weight and thenâŠâ his cock throbs inside you and he whimpers.
âShh I know,â you kiss his temple and nuzzle his face gently. âIt feels so fucking good, huh? You like being under me like this?â
âMhmmmâŠso safeâŠmm softâŠfuck!â He holds on to you like he did with the shark plushie, his fingers pressing into your flesh desperately. He grits his teeth as he throbs inside you and whines. âY-y-youâre soâŠtight. What the fuuuuuck.â
All this time youâve been covering his face with kisses, grabbing his chin every time he tried to hide from your affection. His heels dig into your bed as he tries to keep himself from squirming and fucking you.
âCan you be still? Hm?â
âYeâŠyeah. Yeah sorryâŠyou justâŠaahhhh fuckâŠâ
âUse your words, Vessy.âÂ
His eyes roll back and his back arches slightly. âDonât call me thatâŠmakes me feel littleâŠâ
âI do have you pinned downâŠdonât I? Youâre the one squirming.â
His eyes are glassy as he pouts. âAre you enjoying this? IâŠIâŠdonât feel like you areâŠâ
You consider this for a second.Â
âI donât want to keep going if youâre notâŠâ His eyes are desperate. âYou need this tooâŠfuckâŠplease tell me you need this. You want this right? Please Iâll make you feel so goodâŠif you just bounce on it a little. Please pleaseâŠIâll be such a good boy. You can lay on me andâŠandâŠIâll just be a toy. I can take itâŠlet me show you.âÂ
You donât even realize youâve started fucking him. Your hips roll gently, and he lets out an almost pained moan. His hips meet yours and your eyes roll back.
âFuckâŠpuppyâŠâ your head and vision go a bit fuzzy as he bucks into you andâŠoh dear.
âShit shit shitâŠIâmâŠIâm sorryâŠIâm cummingâŠbabyâŠbabyâŠâ he bites his lip and looks up for reassurance as his hands mash you down further on his cock. He hates that he came so fast, itâs clear, but fuck it feels good.Â
âItâs okâŠcum for meâŠâ you whisper.Â
He lays back and catches his breath. You donât moveâŠhis spent cock still trembling in your pussy. He whimpers pathetically.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask. Heâs clearly not just coming off his high.Â
âFuck I justâŠ.â He closes his eyes. âThatâs so embarrassing. We barely did anything and I justâŠcame like a fucking virgin. Go ahead.â He covers his eyes with his arm, âmake fun of me. Tell me how pathetic I am.â Wow. He already wants to go back to normal.
âNo. I donât think I will.âÂ
Youâre still on top of him. Cockwarming him. You gently move his arm and look at him softly. His lips twitch. Not to kiss you, but to try and smile.Â
âYou feel nice on me,â he whispers. âI really like your body. EvenâŠeven before we started this. Thought you were pretty.â
You chuckle a little and rest your chin in your hand. âNot sure why.â
He rolls his eyes. âDo you know why I hate you?â
You shake your head and let out a little laugh.Â
âItâs because youâve made me realize I donât have to be miserable. That I could be someone to someone else. But that requiresâŠchange. Taking care of myâŠstupid self. Being better. I canât have you. You donât want me as I am. Honestly. Iâm a wreck. Itâs better for you to hate me and only see me as a plaything.â
His hands trace lazy patterns on your back. How strange it is to have this conversation while heâs insideâŠbut that doesnât bother you as much as his confession does.Â
âVessel. Jesus. IâŠVesâŠI canât stand you because youâve never been nice to me. And now youâre saying itâs because you like me too much, yet not enough to get over yourself?â
He winces and sniffs. âIt would be easier, getting over myself, rather than trying to not feel something for you.â
You move his face so heâs looking at you again. âDo you want to leave,â you ask. âYou donât have to stay longer than you want.â
Ves cups your face and tries to steady his breathing. âNo. No, I don't want to leave. I want to stay and pretend Iâm not me for just a little while. Is that ok?â You stare at each otherâŠyour breathing syncsâŠyour eyes search otherâs face. He strokes your face and purrs softly as his cock begins to stiffen again. Each time it throbs, you whimper, which in turn makes him chuckle softly. His hand slides down to your ass. âI need you. Youâre the only one I want toâŠbe with like this.â
âYou donât want this with someone you love.â
His eyes bore through you. He huffs and bites his lip, leaving an indention you swear would break skin. âMay I pleaseâŠmay I please fuck you again? Properly. The way you deserve.â
You gasp softly and nod. âWould you like to be on top, puppy?â
His inhale is shuddering and sharp as he nods dumbly. You slide off him and lay beside him on your stomach. Ves seems confused.
âA-a-are you sure? From behind?â
You nod and beckon him closer. He slides off his sweats but you tell him to keep the hoodie on. âHow hard are you for me?â
Leaning against you between your legs, he lightly taps his cock on your ass. Itâs heavy and feels warm against your curves. He kneads your plush ass and whines a little. âSo luckyâŠI am such..aâŠluckyâŠfuckingâŠboyâŠ.fuuucckkkk.â He presses into your gushy pussy with a long, pathetic moan. You press against him, and his grip on your hips becomes shaky. âGOD youâre so hotâŠ.fuuccckkkkkk.â
You chuckle and moan as he thrusts gentlyâŠjust trying to create some friction without completely losing his mind. He leans down and you feel the draw strings of his hood tickle your back. You reach behind you.
âWhat is it?â
âCome here, puppy,â you whisper softly. When he does youâre able to grab the drawstringsâŠanything to keep him in place. Leash him. Your fingers grip the collar of his hoodie now, and he collapses into you. âYou going to be good? Stay right here for me, hm?â
He canât even speakâŠhe just lets out whimpers and moans that sound like sobs. You can only gasp with each thrust as he blubbers about it feeling âso..so..so..fucking good.â He whines into your shoulder as you pull him closer but the hoodie. âPleaseâŠlet meâŠlet me touchâŠpleaseâŠâ
âMhmâŠâ you let out weakly as he ruts into you. His hand trails down and under you towards your clit. You buck back into him as his nimble fingers find your clit. Cumming on your tummy never came easy, but with an eager lover, you think now it could happen. No matter whoâs fingers it was rubbing your puffy clit between his fingers.Â
âMmâŠbabyâŠbaby let me bad. Please I knowâŠi knowâŠi know⊠Iâm good boy but please let me badâŠâ
You grip your pillow and groan as your pussy quakes around his long cock. He takes this and your slutty, high pitched moan as consent. He takes your wrists in one hand and grips them roughly. You would be concerned about bruises if you werenât seeing stars from the way his cockâs head rubs against your g-spot. He lets out something like a growl as he fucks you faster and harder. Youâre mashed into the bed and cumming for the second time as he grabs you tight and bites your shoulder. You yelp and moan pathetically.
âVes youâre so badâŠ.youâre soâŠfucking naughtyâŠ.â Youâre cumming again as you lift your ass like you want him to mount you even deeper. He takes a break just to feel your orgasm squeeze him and to catch his breath. You let go of his hoodie, and he quickly rips it off. A sharp spank lands on your assâŠhe hisses with pleasure as he watches the skin of your ass cheek pinken before he lands another on you.Â
âMayâŠmay I roll you overâŠpleaseâ he asks as he pulls out of you and rolls you over. Itâs almost adorable how he toes the line between the asshole you know and a precious submissive boy. He spreads your legs, putting one up against his chest as he presses his cock back into you. One hand grasps your tummy and the other holds your ankle for leverage. âYouâve ruined meâŠâ he moans as your name falls from his lips. Over. And over. AndâŠover. He nibbles and kisses your ankle as he presses hard on your squishy lower tummy. His gasps come hard as itâs quite clear heâs reaching his limit.
âVesâŠyouâre gonna make meâŠfuckâŠIâmâŠâ
âThatâs it. PleaseâŠI want to see itâŠI need itâŠyouâre so âŠffffucking gorgeousâŠ.â he grabs you harder and rams into you with a powerful groan, his eyes wild as he exhales and bites his lip. âYouâreâŠyouâre going to cumâŠsoâŠ.FUCKING hard on meâŠyou wonât be able to cum again without thinking about meâŠFffffuuuhhhâ
His face contorts as his second orgasm ripples through his entire body. The thrusts become short, hurried bumps against your pussy as your back arches. You begin to rub your clit in rough, hurried circles as he fucks his cum hard into you. His eyes are misty as he mumbles about what a pretty angel you areâŠhow good youâre taking his dick whenâŠoh godâŠ
A few moments later, heâs pulled out of you, looking down at the mess you made. You had neverâŠever squirted. And thisâŠwellâŠVessel did that. You had no energy to hate. To be mean. Everything was different now. âIâŠwowâŠâ
âEver done that before?â
You lay back and catch your breath, wiping your watering eyes, shaking your head. âNoâŠsoâŠthanks I guess.â
He rubs your thighs and chuckles. âYouâre amazing. Do you know that?â
You smile up at him and chuckle.
âChrist, what?â
âYouâve ruined it.â
âOhâŠfuck off..ruined what?â He laughs and runs his fingers through his hair.
âMy plans to die alone and hate you foreverâŠthanks a lot.â
âLikewise, sweetheart.â
#sleep token fanfiction#vessel smut#sleep token vessel#sleep token smut#vessel x you#vessel x reader#vessel x reader smut#sleep token x reader#save me fruity british boy#wolfie's squeaky toy#wolfie's scribbles
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Oikawa dating a reader who's more popular than him, like she's a new young rising celebrity. At first things were perfect, they love each other, he doesn't have to worry about her getting harassed by his fangirls cuz they love her to, and they're one hot couple. But everything changed, when the fanboys attacked. They were not happy to see her happy with another guy. Especially since in their eyes, he's just some random highschool volleyball player.
It got so bad, that reader broke up with him to protect him from possibly getting harrassed in real life. But ofcourse as yanderes do, he won't accept things ending this way.
This has an ambiguous ending which can be seen as death or kidnapping, whichever you prefer. I really enjoyed writing it!
Title: Protect
Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, physical violence (all characters are 18 in their final year of high school)
Summary: All you wanted to do was protect him.
protect
/verb/
keep safe from harm or injury:
As the whistle blew, sounding another Aoba Johsai victory, Oikawa Tooru raised his hand and waved to the stands. The girls high above squealed, but you knew that he was waving at only one person. You.
If the cameras werenât flashing for the victory, they sure were snapping a million pictures a minute when you ran into his arms off the court. A popular volleyball player was an article, but a popular volleyball player dating a famous actress? That was a story.
â(Y/n) (L/n)! What a surprise to see you at the game this evening!â a reporter, sensing some seriously big news on her hands, shoved a microphone in your face, âAnd so close to the captain of Seijoh!â
You exchanged a look with Oikawa and he gave you an imperceptible nod. âHeâs my boyfriend,â you answered with a smile.
The reporterâs eyes shone like the stars, practically shaking in excitement, âAnd how long has the happy couple been together?â
Before you could answer, Oikawaâs fangirls came running over, squealing at the sight of you two together. It wasnât news to the school that the two of you were an item- in fact, it was a wonder that the news hadnât already leaked.
â(Y/n)-chan! Over here!â one of the girls shrieked, waving enthusiastically with one hand as the other clutched a poster with Oikawaâs name on it. You waved back and giggled a little at her enthusiasm.Â
âI love you both!â another girl screamed, raising her own âGo, Seijoh, Go!â poster in the air.Â
Oikawa took your hand in his and squeezed. You smiled gratefully at him as he leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear.
âYou ready, my precious star?â he whispered.
âAlways,â you whispered back playfully.
Life was perfect.
â----------------------------------------------------
Perfection has a way of crumbling.Â
Everything is wonderful until the cracks start to show and spiderweb across the fragile glass of perfection.Â
Oikawaâs fangirls had accepted you with open arms, but your fanboys were outraged at the news that you had a boyfriend. Some were mad that you were taken, but a lot thought you could do better than a volleyball-playing pretty boy.
(Y/n)-chan deserves better than some flatass.
Dump the loser, (Y/n)-chan!
She would be wayyyy better off with one of her co-stars and not some nobody.
Heâs using you, (Y/n)-chan!
Oikawa seemed to deflate more and more as the days went on. You caught him scrolling through hate comments on more than one occasion. But it wasnât until you caught him nursing a bloody nose and black eye that you realized that he wasnât safe as long as he was with you.
âTooru, we need to talk.â
The setting sun cast long shadows over Oikawaâs downturned face.Â
You fought back tears as your gaze fell on the damage done to his face by the fans that had recognized him in the street. You needed to do this⊠for his protection.
âWe need to break up.â Your voice was a hushed whisper and cracks in the middle, but he heard you all the same. His head snapped up and his eyes went wide.
âWhat? Why?â he demanded, a hint of panic in his voice.
âAll the hate and harassment youâre getting⊠itâs because of me. And⊠I canât take it. I canât watch them hurt you any longer. Iâll just announce that weâve broken up and your life will go back to normal.â
âNo no no no no, we can handle this together,â Oikawa protested, suddenly grabbing you by the shoulders, âYou canât leave me!â
âI need to!â you replied, a tear slipping down your cheek, âI canât let you get hurt on my account. We canât be together anymore, okay?â
âOrâŠâ Oikawaâs tone dropped several levels and his gaze became more intense. Suddenly, the man you knew was gone, replaced by something devoid of all emotion. His hands tightened on your shoulders until it began to hurt.
âTooru?â
âOr you could just⊠disappear. The whole world will wonder why you went missing and, after they clear me of suspicion, the world will move on,â Oikawa smiled down at you with a grin so twisted that you could barely believe it belonged to him, âDonât worry, my little star, Iâll never forget about you.â
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere one shot#one shot#yandere haikyuu#haikyuu!!#yandere oikawa#oikawa tooru
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Am I the Asshole for ruining a person's life?
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This is an old story from when I was in high school. I was a quiet nerdy kid, but I was well liked. No one messed with me and I was on good terms with most of the popular kids. I just tended to like to read and learn. I did academic decathlon, I spent my breaks in the library, I was in the top of the class etc.
My junior year of high school, there were these two sisters that moved into the school. They werenât twins, but they were in the same grade. The Older (We'll call her Lina) was held back one year. We'll call the younger one Wendy. Lina and Wendy were both painfully awkward little nerds, so we tended to be in the same circles. We were in the same classes and they also joined the Academic Decathlon. I spent a lotttttt of time around them.
Lina was a cunt.
Seriously an absolute cunt. She went out of her way to absolutely DESTROY any confidence Wendy had. Wendy was SO SMART. Way smarter than me. And Wendy didn't have a mean bone in her body. A very kind person. But Lina felt the need to point out EVERY small mistake or blamed everything that went wrong on Wendy. I once saw Lina SLAP Wendy and then demand Wendy apologize for it. Lina called her names, belittled her, etc. And it pissed me off.
It pissed me off even more when I met their Mom and it was SO OBVIOUS that their Mom favored Lina. She even said that "Lina is definitely the prettier one. She could be a model" when Wendy was RIGHT THERE. It pissed me off SO MUCH.
So, I might have reacted in a way that could be an asshole move.
Like I said, I was a quiet nerdy kid. But I was also pretty well liked and I used that to my advantage.
I became a little whisper in people's ears. I spent an ENORMOUS amount of time and effort turning everyone against Lina. I spread rumors that were just baaarely exaggerating the truth. I encouraged people to shit talk Lina and talk kindly about Wendy. I basically changed Wendy's reputation into a glowing saint in the eyes of the school (not difficult, Wendy was great) and I turned Lina's reputation into garbage. Like, actual garbage.
It got to the point where Lina had no friends. No one DARED to risk being seen with her. Everyone loved to shit talk her. She couldn't keep a secret for anything. If she tried to confide in someone, the news would come out immediately. No one was on her side. I even had her boyfriend spilling embarrassing intimate secrets. He kept dating her just so he could make fun of her.
Well, she did have one friend. Lina had me. I was such a kind and faithful friend, who would NEVER gossip about her or be mean. She could tell me anything.
She even drew this REALLY pretty portrait of me. Just a pencil drawing on sketchbook paper. Whatever else Lina was, she was a good artist. It looked just like me.
I still have it, btw, it really good piece of art.
(I didn't have to worry about it staining my reputation, I was already known as being too kind for my own good. It's really not that hard to get a nice girl reputation.)
Anyways, I have been told that this was an asshole move when I tell this story. I don't think it was and I don't regret it, but other people seem to think it was excessive. When I think back to how much more CONFIDENT Wendy was by the time we graduated, and how she went on to an Ivy League college, I'm glad I ruined her sister's social life. Lina was so stressed out that she couldn't even TRY to harrass Wendy. And if she HAD tried, Lina would have had the student body at her throat. I didn't just ruin Lina, I also helped Wendy gain her footing in a new school.
Anyways, WAS I the asshole for ruining her? Or were my actions just?
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How I feel about Buddie...
You guys have been warned, this is a long post.
I've always liked 911 and was a casual viewer but never got involved in the fandom or anything. Of course I knew about Buddie, but I personally never saw it. Buck and Eddie have always acted like best friends and do stuff best friends do. I have never seen any scene that could be interpreted as romantic, except maybe for the "you want to go for the title" scene. But to me it wasn't enough to ship them, especially since it was the only scenes in their hundreds of scenes together that could be seen as romantic.
That being said, I've always thought the ship was cute, and I understand it because who doesn't like a good friends to lovers storyline?
I just never got involved in the fandom because their behavior reminded me of the Stucky and Destiel fandom, which were chaotic experiences for me. Some people just don't know how to handle non canon ships and act entitled, complain to the showrunners and harrass the cast. I've always tried to avoid fandoms like that, but wasn't against the idea of Buddie as a ship.
The 911 Lone Star crossover episode for me was the confirmation that Buck was into men. To me, it was obvious they confirmed he was into men but hadn't set up a storyline yet. So naturally I thought... if they set up a storyline it will be with Eddie. There was no doubt it my mind.
So fast forward, a few years, I wasn't really watching season 7 and then I see all the fuss from Buddie shippers I follow, and it makes me watch the sneak peek video from 7x04 and I'm like....For sure Buck is being jealous right? (it was the scene where Eddie interrupted Tommy giving Buck a tour)
So I decided to watch the episode convinced this was going to be the episode where they confirmed Buddie, but I was also very cautious because Buddie shippers had cried wolf too many times before.
So I was careful, but I was also convinced that this was it: "Buck was going to get jealous of Eddie hanging out with Tommy and then confess his feelings or the other way around".
And that's actually what was happening until the end of the episode, we saw Buck get jealous, and most of us assumed he was being jealous about Eddie.
We didn't figure out until the end of the episode that it was all about Tommy.
And that's the beauty of that episode because you think you're watching something when in fact you're watching something else and when you rewatch some scenes you understand it, and that plot twist was written so beautifully.
So we have Buck and Tommy have a heart to heart in Buck's kitchen and they kiss. And what a kiss... the kiss itself was Nice but the look Buck gave Tommy after the kiss was breathtaking.
From that moment on, I was rooting for them.
But I still had Buddie at the back of my mind because I was thinking, what if this is all temporary and they're planning to break them up to set up a buddie storyline? So I shipped it but didn't want to get my hopes up.
This feeling got bigger when I started watching 7x05 and I saw the way their first date ended. I thought... this is it, we might not see Tommy again, what a shame. But then Buck talked to Maddie about his date and confessed it was with Tommy. And Maddie asked: "so tell me about the hot pilot", and I thought this isn't how they'd talk about a character we never see again. But I didn't know for sure.
Maybe they were setting up a Buck x Eddie storyline....
I changed my mind when I saw Buck's coming out scene to Eddie, the scene was beautiful and at that point I still was thinking Buddie was a possibility. But one line made me think that Buddie wasn't happening: "I can't stop thinking about him".
No writer would put a line like that and have Oliver say it like that with that look, if they were thinking Buck and Eddie would have a romantic scene in the future. And if you do write that, you would get a jealous reaction from the other character, not a "You should call Tommy".
And then I was conforted in my feelings when the writers doubled down and had Buck invite Tommy to Maddie's wedding. Buck could have just apologized and asked Tommy on antoher date, but no, he invited him to his sister's wedding.
There has been absolutely no hint of a romantic relationship between Buck and Eddie throughout the season. There has never been a sign of jealousy from Buck or Eddie's side when they were dating Tommy, Marisol. If they had been setting up that storyline, the writers would put some hints here and there. Instead, they shared meaningful scenes like best friends do.
I never had anything againdt Buddie as a ship, I was even open to it, but all the times I thought Buddie was going to happen, it was because of the fandom, not because of something I saw in the saw...To me Buddie is and will stay a fanon ship.
TL:DR: I don't hate the ship, I find it cute but the behavior of some shippers has made me want to stay away from the fandom. And when I thought Buddie might be happening, the writers showed us they had long term plans for Bucktommy.
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warnings: obsessive/possessive, stalking, Ghostface!Sam, murder mention, dark themes, jealousy, harrassment, creepy guy, dark!Sam, implied noncon/dubcon (as in its implied Sam has already touched reader without them knowing).
Thinking about Ghostface!Sam getting incredibly jealous whenever anyone tries to flirt with you, get too close for her liking, there's this rage that slowly boils up inside her as she watches you.
She likes to keep her eye on you, at all times. But sometimes, she's required elsewhere.
But she's always focused on you.
All you know is that she's your best friend's older sister, that's all. So she's known you for quite some time. Before shit hit the fan.
She wishes she could be by your side 24/7, but she knew that'd cause suspicion, especially on her little sister. And she's not typically afraid to confront her or call her out.
What she can't know is what Sam gets up to when it gets dark.
Why she's so obsessed with you.
She would kill for you, die for you, guess the apple didn't fall to far from the tree.
Unlike her father though, she actually loves you. Admires you. Shed worship you like you were a god. Her alter.
She doesn't really feel any purpose in this world. Especially after learning who her real father is, all those years of keeping it inside her twisted something sinister that grew and grew stronger.
It became dangerous.
She told herself she would get better. For the sake of herself and her sister.
But then there's you.
You're the one that ignites the fire inside her.
And fuck you were so addicting.
She hasn't even tasted you yet (a lie) at least not properly, and she can't get enough. You were like a drug to her.
So, on a Friday night, as college students mostly do as they attend college parties, you go out with Tara and her friends. Having a good time, you look stunning too. Luckily, she's kept out of everyone's eye. No one has spotted her yet. She likes to keep in the dark, for reasons.
There you were, dancing with your friends, looking gorgeous. God she couldn't keep her eyes off you.
The heat in between her legs already throbbing at the sight as she tries to keep herself focused.
Then she watches you say something to Tara as Tara nods, you start to walk away, probably going to grab more drinks as she began following you through the crowds of drunk college students.
Keeping her head down, she placed her hands in her leather jacket pockets, not even caring about the people around her, bumping into her, almost spilling their drink on her.
She gets this odd feeling that makes her feel off, wary, as she watches out for you, and there it was, in the corner of her eye, a guy has also been going after you, she didn't know who he was, but she also didn't care.
She clenched her jaw at the sight of him putting his hands on you, you obviously looking uncomfortable and he's clearly not getting the hint.
Sam rests her hand around her knife. That stays out of sight. She sees the way you tense around him, how you're trying to get away, making excuses, anything. And yet nothing is working.
The guy's definitely too drunk for his own good, Sam is already too fucking pissed to give a shit.
You tried getting away, almost successfully, then he manages to grab you by the waist, that causes her to loose it as she storms towards him, pushing past anyone that's in her way.
"sam?" You question, immediately noticing her as her hood must have fallen off. You must have seen how angry she was getting, knowing what is going to happen to the guy who was harrassing you. "Sam! Wait, don't!-"
You tried putting yourself in front of the guy, he was much taller and bigger than you both. You knew that wouldn't stop Sam. She doesn't care. As you stared at her, seeing how upset she gets over you, her clenched jaw, tensed posture, your pussy practically dripping at the sight.
She looked fucking hot.
Chaos happened, luckily Tara intervened, so did the others. Stopping Sam from doing anything worse that could end up in hospital or jail. You wouldn't want that, Tara wouldn't want that.
After Sam had stepped away, she didn't say a thing as she walked out on everybody. People stood there, most of them too drunk to process what happened, so they went back to partying.
You, however, followed after her. Concerned, you've never seen her like this before.
You managed to catch up to her as she was walking down an alleyway, huffing, you called out to her.
She turned around immediately.
"what are you doing out here? It's dangerous, go back inside." She spoke, her tone much softer than the one she used back inside the house with the frat boy.
You walked closer to her, and before you knew it, you were staring into her eyes, mesmerised by everything about her. Your heart thumps against your chest, almost like it'll rip out.
Your hand reaches up to caress her cheek, but stopping as you let her make a choice to pull away, but she doesn't. Instead, she wraps her own hand around your wrist, pulling you closer.
"you're a dickhead, don't do that again" you said, knowing that won't stop her.
She couldn't help but laugh.
You joined her, your cheeks burning.
"no one should talk to you like that, ever. No one should touch you like that" she muttered.
You raised an eyebrow at her.
"oh yeah? And who can only do those things, hmm?" You asked with a small smile.
Her lips curled into a grin, you wanted to kiss her.
"you're mine."
#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter x y/n#sam carpenter smut#scream x reader#ghostface!sam#hi i want her#stuff i wrote
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