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"One!" They put on their backpacks.
"Two!" He grabs his water bottle.
"Three!" The tent flap goes down behind them.
"Four!" She adjusts her cap and they walk towards the woods at the end of the camp.
"Wait I'm not ready!"
"Good grief Terry!"
" you must be kidding me!"
"It's okay, I'm here! I'm here! Five!" They take off on the path.
For an hour they kept on the path, before the captain said to take left. An hour again they walked and the terrain started shifting. The trees were denser, the grass grew more sparse and they started going up.
"One", he took a step.
"Two", the rocks rolled away beneath their feet
"Three", she spits out some dirt.
"Woah look at this mushroom! It's so tiny", came a squeal at the end of the line.
"For the love of", "Shut. Up. Terry." Interrupted the lieutenant.
"Okay, geez. Five", he said dejected.
"We were at three, not four!", groaned another.
The lieutenant stood next to the captain and they started talking. After a few minutes, the team went back on it's way, turning right at the big tree, going down 20 meters to the south and up 15 degrees to the east.
This mission was of utmost importance, shapeshifters were rumoured to roam around the camp. Some said they even tried to take away a chariot full of food no later than last week, before running off in the forest. That is why they were cavorting around in the woods, searching for a creature none of them had ever seen. Terry's couldn't help but wander on this harduous journey. The beauty of the nature surrounding them was too distracting compared to their monotonous dialogues consisting mostly of calling out your number. Terry was at the very end of the line and he had to shout "Five", right after Andy who would call out " Four" and MhĂŠirĂ who said "three" and Ryan and Mikey who were respectively two and one.
As he rounded up a tree, Terry couldn't help but notice a beautiful bird, perched on a branch above them. He turned around to tell everyone but Mikey gestured at him to be silent.
"I know", he whispered conspirationally, " this bird is beautiful. But if you want to observe it longer, you have be discreet ".
Terry thought Mikey had a nice smile. He was always gentle when he talked to him and he would sometimes share a few sweets with him.
"Although", spoke again Mikey, " I have never seen such a bird before. Especially not in the hills of the Jourdain". Slowly, he drew up his bow, when the captain turned to them. He had a grave look on his face, Terry would know because that's the face he always wears whenever he catches him doing anything. "Like he couldn't believe the extent of my clumsiness", nodded Terry sagely. But this time, the captain's look of aggravation wasn't caused by Terry. They had just received the order to go back to camp immediately.
"One!" One by one they turned around.
"Two!" Together they pulled their backpacks on.
"Three!" Mickey had gone back to the front of the line.
"Four!" MhĂŠirĂ had grabbed Andy's hand and she, in turn, extended hers to Terry.
"Five!" On the road, back again, with no thoughts of birds or trees or mushrooms.
The night was already there by the time they reached camp. The air was fresh and they could smell the roast from miles away. Yet no sooner had they broken out of the woods, that they were ambushed by shadowed figures.
"What's the meaning of this?", asked the lieutenant struggling against his bounds.
"At ease." the commander said, calmly. "One of you doesn't belong. Only five left this morning. Six have returned."
You are a soldier in a team of 6 who have been sent to investigate shapeshifter sightings, but return to base after finding nothing. On your return, however, all 6 of you are detained and your commanding officer points out that there was only 5 members of your team when you left.
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Can you do something with Paige Bueckers where reader is on her period and Paige takes care of herđ
COMFORT
PAIGE BUECKERS X READER
comments: in need of more P requests
warnings: discomfort
the cramps had started earlier in the day, dull and achy at first, like a warning siren that only grew louder as the hours went on. by the time you made it back to the apartment you shared with paige, the pain had settled in deep, leaving you curled up on the couch with a heating pad pressed against your stomach and a blanket pulled over your shoulders.
you hadnât even planned to tell her. paige was busy, always busy, with practice and film sessions and the endless demands that came with being the face of womenâs basketball. she had enough to deal with without adding your discomfort to the mix, and you werenât about to drag her into your misery.
but paige knew you too well to let it slide.
the moment she walked through the door, her blonde hair damp from the shower, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, she stopped in her tracks. her blue eyesâgod, those eyes, the bluest youâd ever seenâscanned you like she was reading a play, her expression softening when she saw the way you were curled up on the couch.
âbabe,â she said gently, dropping her bag by the door and coming to kneel in front of you. her hands, big and warm, settled on your knees, her thumbs brushing over the fabric of your sweatpants. âwhatâs wrong?â
you hesitated, biting your lip. âitâs nothing, paige. iâm fine.â
her eyes narrowed, and you knew she wasnât buying it for a second. âdonât give me that. youâve been in the same spot since i left this morning, havenât you?â
âi mean, yeah, butââ
ây/n.â her tone was firm, but her touch was impossibly gentle as she reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âtell me.â
you sighed, your shoulders slumping under the weight of her concern. âiâm on my period, okay? and it sucks. my cramps are killing me, and i feel like crap, and i didnât want to bother you with it because youâve got so much going onââ
âstop.â she cut you off, her voice soft but insistent. âyouâre not bothering me. you could never bother me, okay?â
you nodded, your throat tight as she pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. âstay right there. iâm gonna take care of you.â
âpaige, you donât have toââ
âhush,â she said, shooting you a playful glare as she disappeared into the kitchen.
you could hear her rummaging around, the sound of cabinets opening and closing, the microwave humming to life. when she returned, she had a steaming mug of tea in one hand and a bag of your favorite snacks in the other. she set them down on the coffee table before disappearing again, this time returning with a fresh blanket and a pair of fuzzy socks.
âokay,â she said, dropping the blanket over your legs and sliding the socks onto your feet with the kind of care that made your heart ache. âtea, snacks, warm feet. anything else?â
you shook your head, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. âthis is more than enough, paige. thank you.â
she settled in beside you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close until your head was resting on her shoulder. her fingers found their way into your hair, tracing lazy patterns along your scalp as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
âyou donât have to thank me,â she murmured, her voice low and soothing. âtaking care of you is my favorite thing to do.â
you smiled, your body relaxing against hers as the pain began to fade, not completely, but enough. with paige by your side, it always did.
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JJ Maybank X Reader ~ Relapse and a Half
My first OBX fic. I hope yâall like it.
Summary: The Pogues feel betrayed by the readers sudden relapse into hard drugs, but theyâre unable to be angry at her for too long as something terrible leaves her needing their support more than ever.
Trigger warning for: drugs (obviously), guns, sexual assault, violence
Part two
Part One:
You'd been on the edge for a while now. The relapse should've been seen from a mile off. Your uncharacteristic quietness, the way you'd get lost in your thoughts, the distant look in your eyes. Everyone could tell that something was up, but even when they questioned you about it you had no real answers to give - uncertain yourself of what was making you feel so withdrawn.
When you'd first moved to OBX with your busy mum, you'd instantly found a group of friends - a really good group of friends - the Pogues. And they'd been quick to suss out that you were hiding things - particularly JJ. You were practically never sober, for starters, and though he wasn't either, you had a way of taking it to the next level. This was fun most of the time, but sometimes it got to a level that was concerning - even to the most problematic Pogue on the island. Whenever he'd pushed you for answers, trying to figure out what exactly you were self medicating for, you got extremely annoyed and so he never really got a straight answer. You couldn't bare to be so vulnerable with anyone - let alone the boy you'd started to develop feelings for - so you remained somewhat of a mystery.
Sure, there had been nights when you'd shared a bed - both of you very drunk. You'd convince yourself that maybe JJ liked you, maybe the sex meant more to him than just sex, but then when he'd continue to treat you like just a friend the morning after, your hopes would be crushed. Itâs not like you ever gave him any reason to think that the sex was anything other than casual, but that was because you didnât want him to be able to reject you. And besides, could he not tell that you wanted more? Kiera could and she wasnât even in the bedroom.
Then the overdose happened. The Pogue's had suspected that you'd been taking something other than just alcohol for a while. The night that you'd almost died at the Chateau their suspicions became a painful fact. You'd taken a few too many pills - benzodiazepines to be exact - and though you'd known that you were reaching a point of no return, after hearing all about the gorgeous touron that JJ had been obsessed with, you couldn't bring yourself to stop.
That night had been awful for everyone, and you'd ended up tearfully promising that you would get clean after that, unable to bear the hurt on the Pogue's faces. So you'd been almost a year clean now, blossoming into a new person that the Pogue's liked even more than the old you. Yours and JJ's relationship remained just as complicated though - still having the occasional hookup but largely seeming as if you were just friends. Now that you weren't on pills and you could actually fully remember the sex, it hurt even more in the morning after. Still, you continued, desperate to feel wanted even if it was just for a night.
You hadn't realised how much this routine was actually bothering you until in a night similar to the one you'd overdosed on, JJ had been making out with another gorgeous touron.
*Your POV*
I'd watched jealously from across the party, ignoring the sound of Kie in my ear telling me that "I was much prettier than that touron."
I appreciated the sentiment, but I knew it was a lie, and so in a split second decision, I told Kie that I was going to go home. "I'm going to have an early one." I said, knowing it was a lie. "I'll see you tomorrow."
In that split second decision, I'd decided that all of my progress didn't matter if I still felt this worthless. What was the point in being clean if it meant that I wanted to die? JJ's insistence had been one of the things that had motivated me to stay away from the pills, but he hadn't been interested in me for a while now. He hadn't even asked me for a fuck. Had he grown bored of me? Or maybe I had gotten uglier without realising it. Maybe I had put on some weight or he didn't like my haircut. Maybe heâd developed feelings for a different girl - a better girl.
Kie nodded worriedly, clearly not sure whether to believe me or not. I hadn't even directly confessed to her that I liked JJ, she was just the only one in the group who wasn't too stupid to see it.
"Okay. Be safe." She smiled, pulling me into a hug, and though I felt bad, I still hopped on my bike and headed straight to Barry's as soon as the coast was clear.
Kie would be devastated if she'd known where I was actually going. So would John B, and Pope, and maybe even JJ, but they would forgive me quicker than her. At least, I thought that they would.
Blurred memories of the night I'd overdosed filled my mind; the sound of shouting, someone's fingers down my throat, a muffled sob, flashing lights. A shiver of shame ran down my spine as I struggled to push the images from my mind.
The ride to Barry's was short, though it felt like a lifetime as all the things I hated about myself bounced around in my head like a torturous broken record. Of course JJ didn't want to be with me. I wasn't beautiful enough. I wasn't cool enough. I wasn't good enough. I would just continue to be his slutty friend that he could stick it in whenever it was convenient for him, and he didn't even seem to want that anymore. The thought made me even more ashamed, remembering all the times I'd let him fuck me, hoping that he'd found me beautiful, thinking that maybe he liked me, just to realise in the morning that I was easy to him.
Yet I knew, that if he were to approach me in that moment and ask for a fuck, I wouldn't say no. I wanted to be wanted so badly, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, and the feeling was unbearable. It ate me up inside, making my chest tight and my eyes water. I was quick to blink any dampness away from my eyes though, focused instead on the high that I would soon have - the comfortable numbness that it would bring me. My clean streak meant nothing, a stupid concept when compared to the internal anguish I felt. From my low self esteem to my repressed trauma, I had no fight left in the battle to stay clean. Sure, the Pogue's would be upset if they found out, but I wouldn't let them find out. I would keep it low-key, unlike I did before.
When I knocked on Barry's door, I was relieved that he was the one to answer and the house was seemingly empty, meaning I only had to speak to him. His friends were annoying, and though I didn't particularly like Barry, I found him funny sometimes.
"Well shit, Y/N. Been a while." He grinned.
"Yeahh. Well I'm back." I said with a mock smile.
"Come inside."
The transaction had soon been completed; a pot of pills in my hand and some cash in Barry's. I leant back into the sofa and took one immediately, swallowing it down with a beer handed to me by him.
"Bad night?" He questioned with an amused scoff.
"Something like that." I answered. "How about you? Place ain't usually this empty on a Friday."Â
"Want my own company sometimes. That a crime?"
"No. Just strange is all." I murmured, taking another swig from the beer.
Paired with my already drunkenness, the feeling of the pill was starting to hit - hard and strong - and I felt my body slump comfortably into the sofa. My head felt light whilst the rest of my body felt heavy, creating a strange, cosy sensation. It was a feeling I'd missed.
"Well what happened with you, party princess?" He scoffed, cracking open a beer for himself.
I let out a light chuckle at the question, now feeling as if it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
"Dumb shit."
"You looked pretty upset when I opened the door. Boyfriend troubles?"
I raised my eyebrows in mock offence.
"Why would I have a boyfriend?" I questioned with a laugh "Who'd you hear that from?"
Barry laughed too.
"Cus a girl like you - you're pretty. I'm surprised some Kook hasn't swiped you up."
I snorted at that and rolled my eyes.
"Well thanks I guess."
I thought about having sex with Barry in that moment, just to hear him call me pretty again. But I decided against it, slightly sickened by the idea, and pulled myself off the sofa.
"I should go, see you around?"
"You sure you can ride that thing safely?"
"Yeah. I'll be fine." I chuckled before heading out the door and throwing myself back onto my bike.
The ride home was perilous, and though I did almost crash a few times, my body went into autopilot and I was soon safely in my bed, mind too numb to pick myself apart for the first night in a while.
For the next week I was able to keep the pill-taking to a minimum, only popping two a day at most. I only did it to make the thoughts stop - to bring on the comfortable numbness so that I could actually bare to be awake. So that I could actually bare to be around my friends.
I'd always managed to keep my feelings for JJ locked up and manageable, but for some reason seeing him with that touron had bothered me in ways I hadn't been bothered before. Perhaps it was because she was so gorgeous, or maybe it was how pleased JJ looked to have pulled her. Either way, it just reinforced to me how worthless I was. He brought her up one day at the Chateau and it instantly made me feel hot with annoyance.
"That touron from the other night just texted me, should I go there again?" He said with a proud smirk, looking around the room.
I rolled my eyes and picked up the half smoked blunt from the ashtray, relighting it and sucking on it in hopes that it would make my jealousy fade.
"Didn't you steal like a hundred dollars from her purse?" Pope scoffed, eyes focused on the television. Adventure Time was playing with the volume on low, and both Pope and Kie seemed more interested in it than the conversation that JJ and John B had been having. I'd been drifting lazily between the two, too high to properly contribute to anything, but now JJ had my full attention.
"Yeah. Obviously didn't notice though. Girl had too much cash for her own good." He mused, eyes on his phone screen. "Ooh! And guess what she just sent me."
"Tit pic?" John B asked, a grin crawling onto his lips.
"Tit pic." JJ confirmed, chucking his phone over to John B.
"Nice." He chuckled, looking at the phone before chucking it back to JJ.
"You guys are disgusting." Kie scoffed. "I mean like really JJ? Did that girl send you that picture for you to show your friend? You have no respect for women sometimes."
"I respect women very much, actually Kie. I respect you and Y/N. I respect your mums and Pope's mum. I just don't respect easy, spoiled touron's like her." He said defensively, and I loudly scoffed at that. He didn't respect me.
"What? You think I don't respect women too?" He asked me with furrowed brows, crossing his arms.
He was sat across the room from me; myself, Kie and Pope spread out across the sofa whilst him and John B sat in chairs. I looked him up and down, pleased that there was no lump in my throat to swallow, no butterflies in my stomach to squash and no loving gaze to hide.
âSure, you really respect women JJ. Whatever you say.â
He looked surprised by that response, probably expecting me to get defensive, then continued on a rant about how he wasnât misogynistic. Kie argued with him for a little bit, and John B and Pope eventually joined in too. Usually I also wouldâve joined, just for the amusement of it all, but no words came to my mind. Instead I just watched, chuckling at the occasional insult being thrown and smoking my blunt.
Two weeks later and Iâd upped the dose to at least four pills a day. The thoughts had gotten harder to crush, growing a tolerance. Much to my relief though, none of the Pogueâs seemed to suspect anything.
It was a hot day and weâd decided to go swimming, using the inner ring of a tire as a floaty - which we all fought over.
âI stole the tire, so I should get it!â JJ proclaimed, and though he was right, I wanted the ring.
âOkay well if youâre not a woman hater, prove it by letting me and Kie have the ring!â I grinned.
âYeah! Prove it!â Kie added, high-fiving me.
JJ groaned and rolled his eyes, but eventually gave in with a slight smirk to me.
âOkay fine - but weâre sharing it!â
I giggled at his childish nature, feeling the butterflies rise up in my stomach that Iâd been managing so well to suppress. The second that I realised what I was feeling, I knew that I needed to take another pill.
âIâm gonna go pee. Donât wait for me.â I said, heading back indoors.
Once I was in the bathroom, I dug through my bag to find the orange pot, irritated when I realised that I didnât have a lot left. Iâd have to go back to Barryâs soon. That was annoying. I swallowed one of the pills with some water from the sink and looked at myself in the mirror before heading back out. I looked tired and unattractive and I sighed at that, thinking of how good the girl that JJ had been dancing with at the boneyard this week looked.
I reached into the fridge and took myself out a beer, cracking it open and downing half of it before stepping out of the kitchen. I didnât expect to see JJ stood on the porch waiting for me, a slight furrow to his brow. I purposely hadnât been alone with him in weeks and it sent a pang of anxiety into my chest.
âStarting this early? Havenât seen you do that in a while. You feeling alright?â He asked, his voice soft.
âYeah. Iâm fine. Why wouldnât I be?â
âI donât know. You just seem.. different.â He was wording himself carefully, I could tell, which was very out of character for him. What could he possibly want from me?
âIâm just tired.â I said with a huff and tried to walk past him.
He suddenly put his hands on my waist, which was exposed in a bikini, holding me still. At the initial contact, I felt electrified, but I was quickly reminded of what I had missed - and the reasons why. I worried that my flesh felt too squishy under his fingers, that there was too much of it, or that the dip of my waist wasnât defined enough. Compared to that touron I probably felt like a whale.
âWhatâs going on Y/N? Are you mad at me?â He asked, his eyes wide with concern, but I couldnât think about his words - only the crippling self hatred his hand on my waist was making me feel.
I stepped backwards so that he was no longer touching me, something that only seemed to deepen the crease between his eyebrows, and blinked a couple of times before I could speak.
âIâm, uh- Iâm going to grab a shirt.â
And with that I paced back inside, finishing the beer and pulling one of John Bâs oversized vests over my bikini. The pill hadnât kicked in yet and I could still see JJ stood waiting on the porch so I decided to go into the bathroom and take another. Then I grabbed another beer from the fridge and downed it, relieved when I felt the relaxing effects kick in almost immediately.
âWhy are you downing beer? Since when do you do that?â JJâs voice from behind me made me jump, his face critical.
âIâm just having a good time.â I smiled at him.
âReally? Because you donât look like youâre having a good time. You look miserable, Y/N.â
Was it that easy to see through my charade? It irritated me that he cared now when he shouldâve cared a couple of weeks ago. Now it was too late.
I huffed and shook my head, managing to walk past him this time undisrupted and lead the way to the water.
âIâm fine. Come on, letâs go.â
He didnât bother me for the inflatable ring at all. In fact, he didnât speak to me for hours after that. I wasnât bothered by it though, the mix of booze and benzos that had finally hit making me entirely unfazed by everything. The comfortable numbness that I craved so badly.
I lay floating in the ring for what felt like hours, my eyes closed as I felt the waves move me freely around. The water was so cold compared to the beaming sun, but the two extremes together made me feel more relaxed than I had been in a while. Maybe I had fallen asleep, I wasnât too sure, but when someone was suddenly directly next to me, interfering with the natural direction of the waves, I jumped up at their presence.
âWhat are you thinking about?â
It was Kie, her tone lighthearted though her face was concerned.
âNot much. The sound of the water mostly. You?â I answered truthfully.
âHonestly, right now Iâm thinking about you.â
âWhy? You into me or something?â I teased, not expecting her tone to change to match her face.
âNo Y/N Iâm serious. Whatâs going on with you? Youâve been acting weird ever since that party with the blonde touron.â
Kie was catching on, which was bad. It wouldnât take her much to figure out what was really happening, so I had to come up with a lie, or maybe not a lie but a distraction.
âYeah. Okay. Iâm sad about JJ⌠But it doesnât matter. Iâll get over it.â I confessed, relieved when I saw the stress in Kieâs face relax.
âHeâs a total idiot. You can do better than him anyway.â She said with exasperation, stroking my hair.
âNo I canât.â I laughed. âBut like I said, it doesnât matter.â
Kie sighed.
âI wish you werenât so harsh on yourself. If you could see what other people could see you wouldnât be.â
I smiled at her, feeling appreciation for the girl buzz through me.
âLove ya Kie.â
She smiled too, but it was weaker than usual.
âLove you too⌠Now give me the floatie.â
When it got dark some hours later we all piled back into the Chateau and put on a movie, squeezing onto the couch. I sat on the edge and much to my displeasure, JJ sat next to me. That displeasure only lasted a second though before it was washed over by a tidal wave of carelessness, and I was able to relax my body against his like he was anyone - not the most problematic Pogue on the island.
The movie went on for a while until JJ shifted positions, wrapping his arm around me and placing his hand on my leg.
This had been a fairly standard position for us, his fingers creeping up my thigh in the darkness of the room and our friends none the wiser. Now it felt different though, and instead of being excited by it I was annoyed. Was I only good enough to touch in secret? Was he touching me now just because I was there and it was something to do? Could he only bare to touch me when he was drunk? I needed to take another pill.
With a wobble, I flicked JJâs hands from me and pushed myself up, grabbing my handbag and heading to the bathroom. Pope and Kie had passed out on top of each other and John B was too engrossed in the movie to look up. So when I heard a knock on the bathroom door, I knew who it was before it even opened.
âI didnât say you could come in. I couldâve been taking a shit.â I teased.
JJâs stoney face didnât offer a crack of amusement as he stepped closer to me.
âWhatâs going on with you? Itâs like you canât stand to be around me. Have I done something?â
âNo. Everything is fine.â I answered with a fake smile.
He didnât buy it, becoming visibly annoyed.
âYouâre so full of shit Y/N. Donât try to play dumb with me right now. I know youâre pissed off about something.â
âWhy do I have to be pissed off about something?â I said combatively, crossing my arms.
âBecause youâre acting like my touch is gonna make you sick or something and you clearly canât stand to be around me! Is this because of that tit pic I showed John B? I donât get it. Are you jealous or something? Or do you just think Iâm a sexist pig too?â
âMy world doesnât revolve around you. Have you ever considered that I just stopped giving a shit about what you do?â
I usually felt horrible about lying to my friends, but looking at his beautiful face, thinking of how he didnât want me, the lie came out easily. He clearly didnât buy it though.
âOh really? Is that why you donât want to fuck anymore? Because you stopped giving a shit about me? Yeah right.â He scoffed and I felt my face start to angrily heat up. âWhat the fuck is going on? Did someone tell you some bullshit about me? Do you have a boyfriend now or something?â
I scoffed right back at him, widening my eyes in disbelief.
âWould that make you jealous? If I had a boyfriend?â
âDo you or do you not?â He demanded with gritted teeth.
I didnât answer for a moment, enjoying the stressed expression on his usually uncaring face. Did he really care if I had a boyfriend? Surely not in any way that mattered. Just in some stupid male ego way. I sighed at that and uncrossed my arms as I answered.
âObviously not. Who would want to be with me? Donât be stupid, JJ. Now what did you come in here for?â
He looked at me incredulously, as if he couldnât believe the words coming out of my mouth. I didnât understand why he seemed so stressed for and it was irritating to me.
âFor this conversation, right now! What do you think I came in here for?â He said exasperatedly and I rolled my eyes.
âI donât know but can you leave? I need to pee.â
âNo, I canât leave until I know what the fuck is going on with you. Jesus! How much have you had to drink?â
Had I been slurring? I couldnât tell.
âNot enough for this.â I tutted bitterly.
He sucked in his lips and took a deep breath, eyeing me like he was trying to work something out.
âWait, look at me straight for a second.â He muttered, reaching his hand out to touch my face, angrily repeating himself when I questioned why.
His thumb stroked over my bottom lip and I straightened my back, trying to match his stare but unable to stand completely still. He hadnât looked at me with such intrigue in a long time, and I was glad I was so high or else I wouldâve completely submitted under his blue gaze. His next words instantly shattered any fantasies that couldâve been playing in my head though, instead filling me with unreasonable rage.
âYouâre high arenât you?â
I knew it wasnât a question. The steely look in JJâs eyes and his flared nostrils made it abundantly clear that heâd already figured out the answer for himself. But I couldnât let him think he was right.
âI mean yeah, Iâve smoked a lot today, you have too-â
âYou know thatâs not what I mean.â He hissed, dropping his hand from my face. âI canât fucking believe you. This is why youâve been acting weird. I shouldâve known.â
I rolled my eyes and mumbled âYouâre overreacting, Iâm just drunkâ to which he quickly shot back âOh yeah? Why are your pupils the size of mars then?â
âTheyâre not.â I felt my footing slip slightly as I lied, and I had to quickly lean against the wall to stop myself from falling.
âAnd now youâre just lying to my face. Nice one Y/N. How long had you been clean? A year, almost?â
I thought of the hours that heâd spent with me when Iâd first gotten sober; looking after me when I was being sick, bringing around food, washing my hair. Iâd felt so loved. Iâd felt like there was no reason for me to ever pick up a benzo again.
The betrayal in his voice told me that that would never be happening again. With a huff, I picked up my bag from the side and shoved past the blonde, gasping when he grabbed my arm.
âWhere are you trying to go now?â He laughed humourlessly.
âGet off me, JJ. Iâm going home.â
âWhat because youâve been caught out?â
âNo. Because youâre being a dick.â
He wouldnât loosen his grip on my arm despite my desperate pulling and so I started to speak louder, hoping someone would intervene and give me a chance to slip out.
âGet off me!â
âIâm not letting you go.â He said with gritted teeth, tightening his grip. âWhat have you taken?â
âGet the fuck off me!â I repeated louder, relieved when John B appeared in the doorway.
âWhat the hell is going on?â He looked between us with a concerned expression and JJ loosened his grip.
âSheâs on fucking drugs again, John B.â JJ hissed and though I wanted to argue and try to prove him wrong, I quickly slipped out of the bathroom and paced out of the house, ignoring JJâs shouts from behind me.
âWhat the fuck is going on Y/N?â
âDo you just not give a shit about yourself? About your friends?â
âHow could you do this? You were clean for so long.â
His words stung, and though I rationally knew he was right, I was too ashamed to feel anything other than anger and embarrassment. The Pogueâs would hate me now, and rightfully so.
I understood why JJ was so annoyed. Iâd listened to him seethe about his dad, about how he was an abusive drug addict - but yet, when the blonde came home and he was passed out on the sofa, JJ still always checked if he was breathing. Iâd seen the bruises, and met the man who left them, begrudgingly shook his hand and tried to forget what heâd done with them. Was I reminding JJ of that? Was I like his piece of shit father?
In a rush, I picked up my bike and went to get on it but instantly fell over, dropping the bike as I did.
âYouâre gonna ride home like this? Seriously?â JJâs voice came from behind me, loud and aggressive.
I struggled to pick my bike back up, almost falling over it again, and his hands were suddenly on top of mine, holding the handles and stopping me from going. John B was quick behind him.
âAre you really on drugs, Y/N?â John B questioned, eyes wide.
âIâm just drunk.â I hissed, trying to pull the bike out of JJâs grip.
âRight, she says sheâs just drunk, let her go JJ.â John B said harshly but JJ scoffed.
âSheâs lying! Look at her! She canât even walk properly!â
Then he turned to me, his voice suddenly pleading and face full of pain. It caught me off guard and I felt another pang of guilt ripple through my body, tears attempting to escape my eyes but being successfully pushed back by the Xanax.
âWhat have you taken, Y/N? Please donât lie to me. I know youâve taken something.â
I wanted to tell him the truth so bad. The whole truth. I wanted to break down and beg for his forgiveness, to tell him I loved him and that I would get clean again.
But I couldnât do it.
There was no point.
Iâd ruined everything now anyway.
âIâm just drunk. Leave me alone.â I slurred and tried to pull the bike from his grip again.
It didnât work. I fell backwards onto the ground, landing on my butt with a groan. I laughed at my fall instinctively, forgetting the situation I was in for a second, but when I looked up and saw my friendâs distressed faces my laughing stopped. Even John B looked suspicious now, his eyes snapping from mine to JJâs. He bent down and pulled me up with ease, though he huffed after heâd done it.
âY/N, can we look in your bag?â
My heart leapt into my throat and I quickly jumped to defence.
âNo way you fucking pervs. Let me go home.â
He turned to JJ with an straight face and both of them exchanged a short look before looking back at me.
That was it. He believed JJ. He knew.
âIâm not letting you ride home. Iâll drive you.â
His voice had been so monotone, so void of any real offering, that it caught me off guard. He was angry. I looked at JJ. He was angry too.
âN-No. Iâm fine. I can ride-â
âIâm fucking driving you home, Y/N. Get in the Twinkie.â John B cut me off sharply and I jumped backwards, almost falling again until he caught me.
They both looked so disappointed and I was so ashamed at that point that all I could do was nod, following him silently to the van. JJ said nothing and I didnât dare look back to see if he was looking, though I felt that I could feel his stare on the back of my head. This was the worst thing that couldâve happened. Why did I have to take it so far? Why did I have to lie to their faces like that?
The short drive back to mine was agonisingly silent, all John B said was âLook after yourselfâ before I stepped out of the van.
My voice got caught in my throat and all I could force out was âY-Yeahâ before closing the door and stumbling towards my house.
Had I destroyed my friendship with the Pogues? It certainly felt like I had.
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Homecoming Wings Thoughts
Disclaimer: These are purely my interpretations, thoughts, and predictions. You are in no way obligated to agree with me, or even have the same opinion. Do not send me hate messages or correct me unless I made a CANON error. Buckle up buttercups because I am about to take ya'll on a joy ride through my nebulous brain.
Aight aight, that was truly a wild ride, but based off the trailer, we all expected just as much. Now despite EVERYTHING, I'm still going to say, Caleb's obsessive behavior towards the end might have a deeper meaning. I believe Caleb pulled a Snape.
Yes, that's right, a Snape. Now at the very end of Homecoming Wings, Caleb goes on another mission into the deepspace tunnel and essentially tells MC there's a good chance she might not see him again (lol, we know that's not true but anyway). Then in the last part, we see him landing at some sort of base for Ever, where it's revealed that they made some sort of exchange for Caleb, essentially saving his life after the blast and giving him that bionic arm.
Caleb gives the professor information about MC's whereabouts and though this makes him sus af, I believe this is his Snape-ness showing up. In Deathly Hallows, Snape purposely reveals to Voldemort the correct date that Harry was moved from the Dursley's because according to Dumbledore, Voldemort believed Snape to have played his role too well and any misinformation from him would have raised suspicions. Similarly, Caleb purposely leaked as much accurate information to Ever as he could to throw them off the trail. Also, Ever could literally end him if they suspected he was trying to be on MC's side.
That crazy, insane, possessive, weirdly hot scene that everyone is calling Caleb's 'true yandere moment' may have been engineered. While I don't doubt that he might be unhealthily in love with MC, I don't believe he is a true 'yandere' in the sense that he would hurt MC physically or mentally. He may have been showing off his power and saying those crazy things to ensure she doesn't come looking for him again. He might be aware that Ever has turned him into a weapon perfect for killing her, and the only solution he can think of is to get her to stay away from him. He knows he can't do it by himself because any attempt from her to reconnect and he'll buckle (have you seen the yearning in this man's eyes oof).
So it's easier for her to be mistrustful and scared of him rather than him trying to constantly keep her at arm's length. He seemed truly relieved when they were reunited in that first scene and he doesn't seem to show any creepy possessive behavior in his other memories before joining the Farspace Fleet. He knows she's a hunter and that despite her getting injured so frequently, she's a tough woman and can survive anything. Before the kaboom, his complaint was that she wasn't sharing things with him like before, not that she wasn't letting him protect her.
The kids that Ever seemed to be experimenting on. It looks like Grandma Josephine had a change of heart and defected with her team and MC at some point and Ever had been trying to pinpoint them ever since. It reminds me of the experiments Aizen did on hollows to make Arrancars (that's right, ya girl is a Bleach stan). Ever seems to be trying to mutate humans into wanderers but has been unsuccessful because the protocores they're using don't stabilize, and that's why they branched out to Onychinus hoping modified protocores could be the answer, but those also fail. They are stuck, and hence, need MC's heart to figure out why her aether core is stable and theirs isn't.
I legit thought there was going to be a moment where Zayne and Caleb crossed paths. Like what are the chances that Zayne was there for a conference and was also monitoring Mia's case? I was thinking MC was going to call him for help and then he gets the shock of his life when she tells him Caleb is alive.
The chips that were mentioned...maybe Caleb is chipped but not in the way we think. Perhaps his arm hurts him if he doesn't do Ever's will? Kinda like Pettigrew in Harry Potter when Voldemort gives him that silver hand and when he refuses to kill Harry in the end, it chokes him to death and he had no control over it. Hence why Caleb was so reluctant to tell MC about it (Painful Signal).
The events of Exclusive Aftertaste confused me. I don't think this was after the events of Homecoming Wings but before. I think this was after Caleb graduated college and was living in Skyhaven, and MC had also moved out of their grandma's house into her apartment. Perhaps she had been busy with her missions and had quit contacting Caleb as much as she used to? And his insecurity made him visit her? But the ending at the train station...why did he turn her around and tell her to leave and not look back? Was it because he was worried she would be more upset watching him leave? Ugh the angst and longing between these two is killing me.
Overall, I still like Caleb, I think he's a complex character and this was just his intro. We felt suspicious about Sylus as well, but it wasn't until we started getting bond memories and then his limited myth that we really put the pieces together. There is definitely more to Caleb, but I like the idea that Caleb doesn't have a past connection to her and this is his first life with her. It makes their relationship seem so much more purer in a way. I wanted MC to punch him in the face when he said he was leaving though. He just left her, despite knowing how much she didn't want to be left alone. He was the last bit of family she had, and he took that tiny bit of comfort away from her. Super assy move Caleb. (but I still love him).
End rant. Feel free to drop your thoughts, opinions, and predictions either in the comments or my inbox. Thanks for listening to me ramble.
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Gushing Over Magical Girls | Confessions of a Rotten Girl
The Journey of Self Accepting Sexuality and Kink
(Censored a bit because boo Tumblr).
More and more lately we have seen people online going on about how they want no more s*x in media, or at the very least no more pointless s*x in media. But trying to say what should and shouldn't be in a story purely because you deem it pointless completely misses the point. If you pay attention to the stories, you'll see when s*x has a meaning.
Usually it's something like showing how close two characters are, or the lust a certain character feels, and yes sometimes it is just fan service, but there is nothing wrong with that either.
Today we wanted to talk about two semi recent (within the last year) pieces of media that have shown s*x in ways that matter to the story. Those medias would be the manga / anime series: Gushing Over Magical Girls, and the song "Confessions of a Rotten Girl.
Both of these works center on the theme of a school aged girl learning about her own kink and sexual identity and coming to terms with the fact. Their ages are important as middle school to high school is exactly when people tend to start feeling these things (sometimes even younger).
Here is where we are gonna split the works into sections! First up is Gushing Over Magical Girls!
Throughout the story Utena finds out she is a sadist who loves to torture magical girls. At first she is disgusted by herself, thinking she needs to stop.
But the more the series goes on, the more she starts to accept this side of herself.
But the thing is; even though Utena is part of an evil organization and is playing the part, she never fully gives in. She isn't evil. She still supports the magical girls and wants to see them thrive with their La VeritĂ forms. Utena is suspicious of Venalita and plans to work against them if things go south (of course this has yet to be seen as the series is on hiatus).
We think it's really cool to show a character come to terms with their kink and even sexual identity (she only ever plays with girls, just saying) through a story. People get so wrapped up in the "rights" of fictional characters that they forget they are just tools for the writer to tell their story. Both manga and anime are visual mediums, you can't just say what a character is thinking, you need to SHOW it. So the easiest way to do so would be having Utena actually preforming these actions on the magical girls. It also just makes it more interesting and action packed.
On the flip side we have Hatsune Miku from Confessions of a Rotten Girl. With music it isn't a visual medium, and thus the song can get away with sharing the character's thoughts through words and not visuals (although the music video does show the content Miku consumes).
In Miku's case we also have a school aged girl coming to terms with her sexual interests and identity. She also is into bondage but she is really into you guessed it, YAOI. Oh Fujo Miku how we love you.
While Utena's version of demonization is more fictional in the sense of being a villain to the magical girls, Miku's is more grounded in realistic depictions of religious guilt and trauma.
At first Miku is at confession and talks about her interests being temptations and that she is burdened by shame. She even goes as far to say she is eating the forbidden fruit.
As most of you probably know, this refers to Eve in the Garden of Eden eating from The Tree of Knowledge. Christians see this event as a tragedy, the birth of original sin. But look what Miku says:
"Could Eve be our idol? Could she lead us through the light? We'd all be disciples of her lemon driven bite".
This isn't someone upset about the bite, she is PRAISING Eve. To me this reads as a little baby Satanist in the making. If you don't know there are two types of Satanists. The first kind do not believe in Satan but instead see him as a symbol of freedom. The second half share those same beliefs but actually believe in Satan. Satanists do not see Eve eating the fruit as a tragedy, they see it as liberation. They see it as the beginning of free will.
Both Utena and Miku chose to live as their own authentic selves. Neither are really evil, but if people see them that way, then so be it.
#This one felt important after the rise of puritanism in fandoms lately#Gushing Over Magical Girls Manga Spoilers#Gushing Over Magical Girls#Confessions of a Rotten Girl#Hiiragi Utena#Hatsune Miku#Mahou Shoujo ni Akogarete#Vocaloid#Queer#Satanism
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The Astrology Of A Bad Friendship
So i had this super shitty friendship w/ this girl for about 6 years. Everything never worked out between us and we had our fair share of problems. We had a hot and cold relationship w/ each other and i never really understood her and she never understood me, so every time we did become friends again (this happened every year), it would always end badly.
Up top is our composite chart together and i feel like this helped me understand the foundations of our friendship and how it worked out as a whole. As a Leo, i stand my ground easily and once i said i was completely over her shit, i never went back to her ever again.
Capricorn rising should have been warning sign for this friendship from the start. This type of relationship needs structure and maturity to thrive and grow. Which, obviously, did NOT happen in this friendship. It hurts more that Saturn is in the 7th house here meaning that a good relationship grows here by seeing eye to eye.
When i was friends with her, she never got up and worked on our friendship. it was always about her and never about me. She actually didnât care to even fix problems and just left me to fix her mistakes for her.
Jupiter conjunct Midheaven is kind of like putting someone on a pedestal and showing them off for how amazing and beautiful they are. I would call it âbestie worshipâ, thatâs exactly how i was seen by her now that i realize it. But this can also set someone up really bad and just make you easier to get made fun of.
I wanna be nice but i kind of dont considering Pluto in the 12th here, yikes, no wonder. This was TOXIC and very manipulative. Itâs like no one actually knew how she treated me because it wasnât obvious to anyone else but me and her. I think this is also a very empowering placement in the means of breaking this relationship off. It WILL transform you, make you heal your subconscious a bit and make you realize how toxic it actually was.
Yes, she manipulated me and used me for many things. Money, my possessions and literally my whole persona. She liked what she could do with me when i got her on good terms. She told me i was pretty, funny and ârichâ (iâm not by any means rich. She just liked to believe i was).
To make it even more difficult, Pisces Mars conjunct Uranus in the 3rd house. Yes, we fought a lot like i said earlier and it was usually over really unnecessary things but i never knew when she would lash out at me. I had to walk around eggshells when i was around her because if i said something she didnât like, all hell would break loose. The Mars is also in the 2nd house of money and things of value. Itâs kind of ironic that we always fought about things that were mine, not herâs. I felt like she thought she owned me at times.
the 5th house Sun made our friendship âfunâ but it was more like a âwhatâs gonna happen next?â type of fun. But so many ups and downs with the friendship as well because i just couldnât keep up half the time. It was exhausting and honestly she was all over the place to begin with. And yes, Taurus Sun, she wanted things her way or it wasnât happening, she never liked when i was not doing anything so she always wanted to spice it up AKA stir drama.
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The Nerd in the Washroom
Ateez Seonghwa x Female Reader imagine
Genre: neighbours to lovers, classmates to lovers, slight fluff, smut, oral (f & m), lovely Seonghwa has a crush
Word count: 16k (I got way into it) (Not proofread, editing on the way)
Ever since you've moved to Korea to study at university, you've been curious about your neighbour Seonghwa. You know him as the nerdy guy on campus who has a Lego Star Wars themed backpack, big glasses, and a new fluffy sweater for every day of the week.
Others might find him boring, but you found him intriguing. You couldn't help but think there was something more to him than his nerdy looks.
You were certainly proven right while bumping into him in the laundry room of your complex - chest muscles on display, and an obvious huge bulge in his grey sweatpants.
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"Oh my God, here he goes again. I wonder if you can catch his nerdiness in the air?"
She scoffed and continued to snicker with the boys behind her. Their target - Park Seonghwa.
"I think you're being a tad dramatic Jiun."
His appearance never bothered me, so I didn't engage in their gossip. Maybe it's because I never shared the same opinion as them. Jiun is my friend, and if it weren't for her I'd be stuck in a corner without friends. That didn't mean I shared all of her opinions.
"Don't you think you've talked about him enough? Jesus, he's just a guy. Besides, I've seen him around my building, he seems pretty normal."
The silence that followed my statement was ice cold. I could practically feel Jiun's stare.
"Y/N, sweetie, are you okay? Do you have a fever? Here, let me check, because what you're talking about is disturbing."
I slapped her hand away as she came for my forehead. Did I mention she could be a bit pushy?
"I'm fine. I just don't get why you would bother to talk about him so much. It kind of gives "middle school" vibes " I grabbed my pen and started taking down some notes. I was done with their nonesense.
"Woah, it seems like somebody has a crush on the nerd. Didn't think you went for that type of guy Y/N."
I scoffed and tuned out their snickering. Me? Having a crush on Seonghwa? No way. I just felt bad about the way they were talking about him. They didn't even know the guy. And hey, he may be a super nerd, and he may carry around a Star Wars backpack, but... Yeah, well that didn't make his case better.
I looked at him, sitting in the front row. He jutted something in his notebook before highlighting it with a pink pen. He seemed satisfied with it, a small smile gracing his features. He looked... Pretty.
Before I got list in my thoughts, the professor came in. Time to face reality.
Ironically, we lived in the same off-campus building. I've seen him around, wearing his pink sweatshirts, white headphones on his head. He always smelled nice, like a flower field. Made me question what kind of detergent he used. We never spoke, but he always nodded politely when we crossed paths.
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"I've got to stop piling up laundry."
In my defense, I am a full time university student, with a part time online job. I don't exactly have time for laundry. Not to mention I don't even have a washing machine in my apartment. I would have to go three flights of stairs down to the basment, where our laundry room was located. It was old, a bit run down, but hey, it got the job done.
With a huff, I picked up my basket and made my way down. It was getting hotter as the days went by. We were approaching July, and my usual home wardrobe consisted of pyjama shorts and a white tank top. I left my bra in my bedroom, beacuse I haven't seen anybody use the old washroom besides myself. Occasionally, Seonghwa, but we've never been down there at the same time.
"Jesus, my arms hurt."
I opened the door with my butt, having my hands full. As I Iifted the basket I couldn't see a thing in front of me.
And as I finally put it down, I was in for a surprise.
There, with his eyes wide, pants low on his hips, pecks on full display stood none other that Seonghwa.
My expression became a mirror of his own, eyes wide and mouth open. I made the grave mistake of glancing down. Right at the surprisingly massive buldge in his gray sweats.
Holy shit.
Who knew nerdy boy was like Hercules underneath all of the pink fluff.
Before I could help myself, I gasped.
"Oh my... Sorry. I..."
He grabbed a shirt from his (surprise) pink basket, putting it in front of his chest.
"No! I mean... I'm sorry? I don't know, oh god."
"You're... Wow" What? Come on Y/N, get it together.
"I'm...? Thanks? I guess."
My eyes grew wider, flapping my hands around.
"No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that! Well, kind of, but... Did I? I don't know."
Seonghwa's ears and cheeks turned red and he flicked his own forehead.
"Of course you didn't mean it like that. Sorry, you caught me off guard." He smiled bashfully, looking at the ground now.
"Talk about catching people off guard. Dude, you're ripped."
My amazed expression could not be kept at bay. Boy, oh boy, I could feel myself getting hotter by the second.
" I wouldn't say that, but... Thanks, I guess?" Seonghwa smiled, this time looking at me. Or specificly, my tits.
I guess going without a bra has its benefits.
"Seen something you like?" I teased, putting my hands behind my back, jutting out my chest.
"Well... I... I have to say, I've never seen someone as hot as you, so..."
I hid my surprise behind a smile. Was he trying to flirt with me?
"I think you should come closer to take a better look."
I honestly thought this would be the moment he backed off, but again, he managed to exceed my expectations.
Without a word, he put down the shirt in his hands, walking over slowly. He stopped a foot away from me, his eyes locked onto mine. I had to strain my neck to look up at him. He was tall, and I liked that.
"Now that I'm up close, I can definitely say it. I've never seen someone as hot as you, Y/N."
I took another small step towards him, almost making our chests touch. His breathing was shallow, and I knew he was trying to keep his cool.
"Tell me, Seonghwa... Are the fluffy jumpers and nerdy backpacks only a cover-up? Why are you hiding this delicious body from the world? Hm?"
I slowly placed my index finger on his chest, bringing it down his stomach, only stopping when I heard his sharp inhale. His muscles contracted, and you could count his abs perfectly.
"Well, I... It's easier this way, I suppose. I don't particularly like attention."
I nodded. "Ah... A bit shy, are you? It doesn't seem like it to me. But I could be wrong."
"I am shy. You're just too pretty, and I like pretty things. I guess I also have a bit of a crush on you. It's stupid, I know. You'd never be with someone like me, but it's wishful thinking."
A crush? On me? I guess my dumfounded expression wasn't as well managed, because Seonghwa giggled a bit.
"How on Earth could I have known that? You never even speak to me. And, hey! Give yourself some credit! You're like, super smart, and you're handsome. It's quite ridiculous how good looking you are. Even with that backpack of yours."
"Which one, the Lego or Star Wars?"
I laughed out loud this time, patting him on the chest.
"You're funny. So, what do you want to do to me? I have to say, I am more than open to prove you wrong about your 'wishful thinking' if you want."
I could feel his heartbeat under my palm, and it seemed to pick up with my question. He gulped before opening his mouth, closing it, and opening it again. He seemed at a loss for words.
"I... I never thought I'd get this far, to be honest. But, God... The things I'd do to you...
Before I could tease him again, his lips were on mine.
I don't know if someone has ever kissed me with such passion. His hands were all over me - first my hair, my throat, my arms... He settled them over my hips and pulled me towards him. I couldn't help myself eather. My arms went around his broad shoulders. Our kiss grew urgent, and the hair grew heavier with each sigh of pleasure we left out.
His tongue prodded into my mouth, caressing mine. I don't know who pulled away first, but thank god, because I needed some air. And I needed to do something else.
I looked into his eyes as I dropped to my knees. My head was perfectly aligned with his impressive buldge. He was a bit taken aback, lips red and puffy, eyes wide.
"You don't have to do that, you know. I am perfectly content kissing the shit out of you for, like, forever."
"Seonghwa?" "Yes?" "Shut up and drop your pants."
"Yes ma'am."
With that, he pulled down his sweats, and surprise surprise, there were little starships and baby Yodas printed on his boxers.
"Please, for the love of everything sacred, and my pride, do not say anything about it now."
I pretended to zip my mouth shut, grabbing at his boxers to get them out of my way. I was a woman on a mission.
His cock was as pretty as the rest of him. Big, with a pink tip. I slowly carresed the head, making it pulse in the air. Seonghwa left out a breathy moan, putting his hand on my head. He didn't urge me, he simply slipped my hair though his fingers.
"I've never seen such a pretty cock before. It matches you perfectly."
I gripped him tighter, making him moan a bit louder this time.
"Thanks... I... Oh god."
He couldn't finish his sentence because I took the chance to lick his cock from his balls to his head. My lips wrapped around the pink bulb and I sucked at it like it was a lolly.
His hand soon fisted my hair, pulling a bit tighter every time I lowered my head some more. Soon enough, with a bit of a struggle, I took all of his glory into my mouth. There was droll everywhere, but I didn't care. Neither did he, judging by his moans.
"Oh my... I knew you'd be good at this... Look at you, drolling all over me. I think you can take it a little rougher, am I right?"
With that, he thrusted his hips up, and his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but I wasn't about to give up. I relaxed my muscles and began bobbing up and down, going faster when I felt his first tightening in my hair.
"That's it... What a good girl... Just like that..."
His words only made me speed up, encouraging me to finish him off. It seemed like he had other plans, because I was pushed off his cock and up on my feet in seconds.
"Sorry doll, but I don't want to cum unless it's in you."
He picked me up and sat me on one of the washing machines. It creeked with my weight on it, and we chuckled before sharing another kiss. This time it was slower, more passionate.
"Do you know how pretty you are right now? With your lips all pink and glossy... I could kiss you all day long. I could also keep your mouth on my cock forever... You're too good at it."
I spread my legs to let him get closer. My shorts were soaked, and he could feel it.
"Thanks babe, I was trying to impress you."
"Oh doll, you did a fantastic job. Let me show you what I can do now."
Without another word, he crouched down. His hands went up my legs, caressing them on the way up. His touch was soft, feather like. Until he got to my sleep shorts, and almost ripped them off me.
"Impatient, are we?"
He chuckled. "You have no idea doll."
Seonghwa was a bit surprised with my lack of panties, but he was also glad. One less layer to take care off.
He slowly parted my pussy lips, eyes focused on my wetness.
"Good god... I could look at you all day."
"Seonghwa, please, look at it all you want another time. I'm gonna bust up here."
He let out a laugh, nodding his head.
"I'm gonna hold onto that promise."
I didn't get to reply because he went right in on my clit. His tongue was doing wonders, going up and down, left to right, keeping a steady pace. He sucked on my little nub, watching me carefully.
"You taste so sweet doll. I knew you would. I could stay here forever."
"I won't complain if you do."
He chuckled and went right back at it. I can't remember the last time someone was this devoted to eating me out. Probably never.
His fingers prodded at my entrance, slowly punching one inside. His tongue kept going over my clit, making me shake.
"Keep going baby, I'm so close..."
My words only encouraged him to go faster, more eager. His finger reached my sweet spot, pushing against the gummy walls. I could feel my orgasm coming. It took a sharp suck on my little nub, and I was out.
"Yes! Oh my! Oh Seonghwa..."
My moans soon turned into little cries, the overstimulation making me more sensitive. It seemed like he wasn't going to stop, so I had to push his head away.
He came up and kissed me roughly, grabbing my boobs and squeezing.
"Sorry doll, got a bit lost. You have the sweetest pussy..."
"I think it's time you use those hips now, don't you agree?"
"You are absolutely right. What a smart girl you are."
I giggled and put my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. He understood my intentions, pushing his pants all the way down. He stroked his cock a few times before slowly pushing it in.
We both let out a sigh after he was fully inside.
"My god doll, you're so tight. You suck me right it. I think we were made for this, you know?"
I nodded and put my hands around his neck. Our foreheads touched, and we gazed into each others eyes. I slowly nodded, and he started thrusting into me.
His pace was slow at first, almost as if he was soaking it all in. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing every time his cock plunged into my pussy.
"Y/N, doll... We have to do this every day, you know? It's the only logical option."
I smiled, kissing him again.
"Yeah, you think so? I have to say...Ah... I agree."
He speed up, moaning loudly while I clenched around him. It was difficult to keep my hands at bay, so I caressed his chest and shoulders. His broad, sexy shoulders. Without much thought, I sank my teeth into his neck, trailing bites down to his shoulder.
Seonghwa gasped, squeezing me even more.
"Do that again doll. Do it harder."
I listened, putting my head on the opposite side, doing the same thing. I was a bit rougher now, leaving deep teeth marks.
"You're mine now, I left my mark." I was only half joking, but it seemed to make him even more eager in his movements.
"I'm yours. I'm yours, however you want me."
I squeezed his cock again, tightening my walls while he pushed them even deeper inside me. I could feel my orgasm approaching again, and I could tell Seonghwa was hanging by a thread.
"I'm close doll, your pussy is just so good... Come on, you've got to cum with me. I need to feel your pussy pulsating around me."
"I'm close, I'm so close. Please, please..."
He put his fingers on my clit, rubbing fast circles, making me clench even more.
"Cum for me Y/N."
With his whispered words, my orgasm crashed through me like a truck. Seonghwa was seconds behind, groaning in pleasure. I could feel his cum painting my walls, milking his cock until he started shaking.
We hugged, our breaths laboured as we got down from our highs. He took a deep breath, running his fingers through my locks.
"That was..."
"Yeah..."
"We should totally..."
"Yeah..."
He chuckled at my lack of articulate responses. I was in no shape to form a sentence.
He slowly pulled out of me, watching as his cum dripped onto the old washing machine.
"We made a mess doll."
"Yeah, well, I don't care honestly. That was just wow. "
Seonghwa grabbed my shorts, pulling them up my legs before helping me get off. My legs were shaking, so I leaned into him. He hugged me close, kissing the top of my head.
"Do you think you'd be up for a date maybe? I mean, only if you want to. If you don't that's okay, I get it. I am a bit of a nerd after all."
"Yes."
"I get it, I am reasona - Yes?"
"Yes, I'll go on a date with you. But only if you let me wear that cute pink sweater of yours."
"Well now that wouldn't be practical, would it?"
"You can wear all of my sweaters if you want."
.
.
.
"Did you see the residential nerd this morning? He's got a new backpack. And guess what? It's pink!"
"Hey isn't that Y/N?"
"What?"
Jiun turned around and locked eyes with me, and my newly acquired boyfriend. Seonghwa took me on a date this weekend, and we bought matching baby pink backpacks. Way to introduce us as a couple, am I right?
I waved at my friends, motioning to the seat next to Seonghwa's, basically telling them I'm moving.
"Not at all big boy, not at all..."
Jiun was a bit stunned, but the smile she gave me was genuine. Seonghwa glanced at me, interlocking our pinkies.
"You don't mind sitting with the nerd now?"
#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez fanfic#imagine#kpop#seonghwa#park seonghwa#ateez seonghwa#fluff#smut#sexy nerd#blonde seonghwa#nerd
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This was so nice to read the responses - because being a part of this was so incredibly magical. I started touring with Em in 2007 (!) in Germany. I had never been out of the US before and on day one, I met Em and Aprella and the original Captain Vecona (who was a brilliant seamstress and made all the original costumes by hand.)
We would spend an hour or two before every show setting up the stage. It was like setting up for company to arrive in every city we went to and it was very personal. Most of the stage props were handmade by Em and then in later years 2009-2011 we would all spend a week at her place hand making every single prop and stage feature (the original massive handmade clock). Between 2011-2014 we had a printed clock and we had a crew that would set it up but we still handmade our costumes.
I remember in those early shows - one where the batteries on Emâs electric violin went out in the middle of the show - so you could hear her playing but it wasnât amplified any more. She turned to me and with a kiss whispered âDo something for 10 minutes - I have to run off stage to get this fixed.â And I instantly remembered the first show I saw when I moved to NYC was this punk band called Nation of Ulysses and the lead singer ran out and grabbed the back of my head and started making out with me and then grabbed the guy standing next to me and made out with him. And then launched right into a song. Iâll never forget it - it was done in a fun way and I loved the band so I was in shock that the lead singer just kissed me.
So when the moment came that I had to do something - that quickly popped up in my brain and I made up the Rat Game. It was only supposed to happen one time. But the boards were so active and the plague rats were a family and basically the next night like 20 people showed up with signs that said âpick me, Veronicaâ or âI want to play the rat gameâ or âIâve never been kissed by a girl beforeâ and then Em was like - I think this is a thing now - are you cool with doing that again tonight after my violin solo? And I was like - sure! And we thought it might be just that one extra night but every night - more signs showed up and it became part of the show. I was shocked that it lasted more than one night or one tour but the Plague Rats were so excited about it and we were always listening to what you guys wanted to!
I just remember how like a family we all were and it was so special. The plague rats would make handmade presents for each other and for us. We would see many of the same people night after night and it was so beautiful! It was something truly special. â¤ď¸ Thank you for sharing your memories here and thanks for letting me share mine. Iâve got to post something like this on my Instagram. I have so many old photos that are amazing that no one has ever seen!
âVeronica Varlow on the origin of the Rat Game, Emilie Autumn's Asylum Army of Love FB Group
#veronica varlow#bts#rat game#bloody crumpets#bloody crumpet#veva#pic unrelated#just added it to catch attention and give context to who was speaking#emilie autumn
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God I love RRR đ
#Iâve never loved a movie so much in my life#it rewired my brain#I think all the time about the fact that my mother passed away like two weeks before RRR was released#so there was no way she could ever have seen or shared it with me#and while that fills me with more sadness than I can even describe#it also positions this movie in a very unique and bittersweet place for me emotionally#it was the thing that pulled me out of my catatonic grief-induced depression#it was the thing that made my life bigger around the grief#it was the first profound moment of joy I had in this new life Iâm trying to live without her#anyway I just have a lot of feelings#rrr my beloved
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sometimes i think about my spn oc and how i rewrote everything about amara to interact with the story i was trying to tell about her. there were some really neat ideas in that i need to recycle for something one day. like, in the show proper, they just let amara take over a human baby and thatâs fine, but amaraâs not Meant To Be Here. this entire universe is one constructed in her absence. saying she can possess a human body should be like saying if you took a person and sent them to a universe where 1+1=3, they could just figure out how to function within that.
which in story took the form of Amara being something that could not be Understood, only Rationalized. a force locked outside the narrative who could only get inside and destroy things if given a role within it. by the Winchesters as A Monster To Face. by Chuck as Wayward, Unreachable Sister. and by miss oc as. simultaneously a projected creature to be saved, an amalgamation of injustices done to herself (and others) that would never be righted but could be made up for by being a part of this. and as something impossibly powerful that could be both protection and purpose.
and the Darkness wasnât any of those things, really, but to have agency in her own story required new shackles, but ones she was always straining against. she wouldnât fit inside the confines of a human mind, let alone a body, at least not well enough to leave it Intact. like lucifer burning through nick, but Worse. because the burns were an expected outcome of skin not strong enough to hold him. humans were built for angels, some were built better and some worse, but theyâre meant to work. putting amara in human skin should disconnect the skin and mind and soul from the reality her brother built itself, i think. slowly. bit by bit.
and at the same time, iâd gone and written the kind of wild scenario you really can only write for your thirteen year old mary sue, given that spn oc the part of herald/high priestess/failed vessel. which she pursued with wild abandon like that would fix anything wrong with her <3
in the end, running alongside the borrowed family theming of the original show was my own theme of âhow much self-annihilation will you accept to make your point. are you accepting it, really. or are you seeking it.â not just physically, in letting something unmake the base components of what you are as it tries to fit inside you or in it constricting and suffocating itself beyond self-recognition to get inside in the first place, but, obviously, itâs supernatural, how much selfhood do you cede to your family. is it worth it.
it was interesting, if nothing else. let thirteen year old me cook. she had ideas.
#spn oc#donât mind this iâm rambling about nothing i felt nostalgic about her (<- my oc)#there was also an explanation in the mix for why amara was called amara in this au too despite. you know. not being a baby.#and it was like. a vesselâs desperate attempt to separate itself from the thing inside it by naming it something other than itself.#like a last moment of self-preservation. the opposite of lucifer using nickâs face and us all agreeing to think of it as his. you know?#and amara means beauty.#itâs a very human need. to name things. and the thing is that humanity itself is antithetical to what amara is. in this au.#not because of any inherent quality of it. but because it was not made with her in mind.#i keep bringing up lucifer but heâs such a good comparison case of what thirteen year old me was trying to construct here#and what i can better explain now that im. not thirteen. but its that. lucifer has beef with humans because they have common ground.#the only reason he can hate them is because theyâre recognizable to him. terrible little cockroaches. but something he understands.#amara as i conceived of her could not hate or love or understand humanity. or the world. or anything as we know it. because it was not made#to be seen by her. it was made with the express purpose of her never encountering it.#when i was thirteen i wanted her to be so much more alien than she was. unfortunately this is supernatural and supernatural deals in#Just Some Guy forever and ever <3#but it was my story so i made her fucked up and weird and beyond comprehension.#except. of course. when forced to bend into a shape that makes her Not her.#i donât think proper envesseling would have been a process either her or the oc survived. not because theyâd die but because theyâd get.#stuck? i think? that was what the intent was. that theyâd get melted together like plastic toys.#chuck had a nice smooth envesseling in this au because these toys are made for him.#and angels need consent and angels get bleedover from their vessels because the toys are shared with them but theyâre closer to being toys#themselves too.#iâve rambled enough honestly no one cares about this but me aksjfkjfks#what was i talking about. right! the naming!#the naming of amara is a nail in her coffin because she is named and it is so human to be named and to be perceived and to be shaped by that#perception. even without malicious intent. even to be looked at as destruction itself and be named beauty.#in the same way you kill what something could be by learning what it is. the way a unicorn dies when you discover how rhinos were drawn.#does that make sense? thatâs what kills her. bit by bit.
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI â° 5:48
Bakugouâs in his third year of high school when he finally invites you over to his house. The reason? To finish a calculus project.
Youâd think that after surviving through the hardships of being a hero-in-training together for three years, saving each otherâs lives (more often you were the one being saved than doing the saving, really), and whatnot, he wouldâve invited you sooner to his home (one could dream).
But this was Bakugou, after all.
And he knew that something was off the moment he left you to share a conversation with his mom while he went to get his books from his roomâthe greatest mistake he could have ever done because by the time heâs making his way back, Bakugou could hear you snickering to yourself.
Not a good sign.
âIâm not going to lie; you looked hideous when you were a baby,â you say, reading through Bakugouâs baby album.
Bakugou froze. He had absolutely no idea why his mother would cave in and give you the godforsaken album from when he was young, but of course she wouldâve agreed with your request to see it if you did so much as mention it.
He dropped the books heâd grabbed from on top of his desk on top of the living room table before whipping his attention towards you, an indignant scoff escaping through his nose before he took a few slow, but heavy stomps over to youâpractically snatching the album from your grasp when heâs within reach.
âStop looking through those stupid pictures.â
âHey! I wasnât finished,â you reply with a frown. âYouâre lucky my phoneâs battery just died, or else I wouldâve taken a billion photos.â
Bakugouâs jaw clenched slightly as he grumbled curses under his breath, trying to flip through the album in his hands to make sure you hadnât managed to sneak a photo outâa small sigh of relief rolling off of his tongue to find that, luckily, it was still how his parents had done it.
He shot a glare over towards you, stuffing the album back into its original spot on one of the bookshelves, his nose crinkling as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
âDonât care; tell anyone what you saw, and youâll drop dead,â he tells you.
âOh, but how could I not? That photo albumâs like hitting the jackpotâso many super ultra rare photocards of you,â you gushed, blatantly disregarding his usual threat. âCome on, I wanna see the rest!â
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
Bakugou knew the damn photos were in the back of the album. There were probably a handful of the ones where he was in the bathtub, butt-nakedâa common photo in most photo albums heâs seen, at least. Other photos include when he was three years old and wore an All Might onesie for his birthday, pictures of him during his school recital where he was the prince, him with a bald haircut, and so much more blackmail material.Â
It was humiliating, for goodness sake! And he knew youâd just tease him mercilessly if you saw it.
Youâll never let him live it down, so itâs best to deprive you of it.
âDonât come at me for saying this, but I was the cutest baby in our village back then,â you told him proudly. âHad the roundest cheeks and brightest smile, trust.â
Bakugou rolled his eyes, a huff of air forcing itself past his lips. That was one thing about you that he couldnât stand; you were so full of yourself most of the timeâyouâd always been like that, and he absolutely loathed it. It could be that it reminds him of himself, so the competitive meter on his head just flares whenever heâs around you.
âI doubt you were even 1% of how adorable I was as a baby.â
âHave you seen me?â you gestured to your face with your hands to emphasize your facial features.Â
âIâm still as cute even now. And no offense, Bakugou,â you giggled, âyou looked like a wrinkly raisin on your first few days on this Earth.â
Bakugouâs smirk dropped. Heâd almost forgotten that you had seen the stupid pictures already.
âShut the hell up. It wasnât that bad.â He muttered quietly, his hands balling into frustrated fists. His parents always assured him that he was a cute kid when he was smallâbut to hear that YOU of all people, are in disagreement with that is just aggravating.
âFine, fine. Quits it is,â you hum. âLetâs do that calculus project so I can get home before sunset.â
Bakugou grumbled something inaudible under his breath, reluctantly nodding his head in agreement. There was no point in arguing about something so idioticâafter all, both of you were there to get a project done, not to sit around and bicker about his past.
He took a few steps over to the living room table before plopping down on the polished floor ungracefully, yanking out his notes before he gestured his hand over towards the free space next to him.
âSit down. Letâs just get this thing done and over with already.â
Bakugou had already started working silently by the time you sat down; his hand was writing almost furiously as he copied equations onto his paper. He kept his attention focused on his notes, trying to stay quiet as he focused completely on completing the project.
He eventually stopped writing for a moment, turning his gaze over to glance at what you were doing before clicking his tongue at the sight. Bakugou could already see a few mistakes youâd made with your work.
âYouâre doing it wrong,â he says.
âWait, Iâve barely turned on the calculator, jeez.â You shook your head, solving the equation through your calculator.
âAnd thatâs how I know youâre doing it wrong.â Bakugou huffed, shaking his own head in disappointment.Â
âFormula first before adding 1.3.â
He pulled out a pen and began scribbling down on his own paper, glancing at yours every once in a while to compare the work. He knew from his experience that you were decent at math (heâd rather die than tell you that), but this was just pitiful even by your standards.
âHave you been dozing off during Ectoplasmâs class?â
âOuch. Do you have a personal grudge against keeping the not-so-nice stuff from leaving your mouth?â you sigh. âYouâre hurting my feelingsâ Iâm devastated.â
He had a feeling youâd say something like that, and he was prepared to ignore your attempts at gaining sympathy from him.
âUnfortunately, youâll fucking live,â Bakugou says, scribbling down the last of his work before turning it towards you. âAnd learn how to solve equations too, while youâre at it.â
âI know how to do it; calm down.â You huff, rewriting your solutions.
Bakugou raised a skeptical eyebrow, his head tilting with a hint of disbelief. Even if he knew you were capable of doing math, you had a bad habit of missing even the smallest details, like the operation to be used in your work, leading to the wrong answers.
His eyes scanned over the work youâd written on your paper before letting out a small huff. âLooks right. Are you done with your half?â
âYep, yep. Are you going to write it down on our answer sheet, or should I do it?â you offered.
Bakugou glanced down at the answer sheet set to the side before picking it up and nodding. He was already holding a pen while you were still using a pencil, so it would make more sense for him to be the one to write it all down.
He began copying down the answers slowly and carefully, each number being written out with ease as his eyes flicked back and forth from the worksheet to the sheet of answers.
With him busy jotting down the answers, you occupied yourself with taking in the interior of his living room. It was beautiful, neat, and just screamed richânot really what you expected (you really didnât know what to expect, honestly). âYâknow,â you mention, glancing around. âYou have a nice house.â
Bakugou hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes remaining focused on his task. It kind of took him by surprise to hear you say something out of the blueâabout his house, no less. Heâd fully expected you to talk about something else, like school or that new show youâve been begging him to watch.
It went against what Bakugou had originally thought, which led him to look over at you from the corner of his eye, silently raising an eyebrow in a silent question.
âYeah, I guess itâs a nice house,â he said casually, his pen continuing to move over the paper. His penmanship was neat, and Bakugou hears you in awe.Â
Bakugou continued to finish writing down the last of the answers, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed you looking around his house. It was obvious what was happening, but he decided to ignore it in favor of just getting the godforsaken project done.
He finished soon enough, his pen rolling back with a click before he leaned back a little and let out a small huff. âWeâre done. Finally.â
âNice, nice.â Glancing at your watch, you concluded, âI should get home.â
Bakugou was silent, rolling his shoulders and neck before glancing out of the nearby window. The sun had already begun to set over the sky, the day quickly slipping away into the night.
âYeah, whatever. You need me to walk you home or something?â He asks gruffly.
âNah, Iâm good. I need to say goodbye to your parents, too.â
Bakugou watched as you packed up all of your belongings, a scoff rolling off of his tongue. It felt almost weird to be civil with each other, neither of you having taken jabs or making snarky remarks to taunt one another.Â
âAlright, fine,â he finally said, standing up from his seat and stuffing his hands into his pockets. âLetâs go find my parents then.â
He led you down the hall and into the kitchen area, his ears vaguely picking up the sounds of his mother and father talking amongst themselves about⌠something. He couldnât tell what exactly, and frankly, he barely even cared.
âMom, Dad.â He spoke up, capturing the attention of his parents.Â
Mitsuki looked over at him, a smile spreading across her face. Masaru looked in the same direction, a warm smile forming on his face as well.
âThank you for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Bakugou,â you said in gratitude. âIâll be going home now before it gets too late.â
His parents shared a hum in acknowledgment, with his mother being the one to speak up first. She had a knowing grin on her face as she clasped her hands together, her eyes flickering over to her son.
âYouâre welcome. You should come over more often,â Mitsuki said enthusiastically, her voice taking on a slightly smug tone.
Masaru laughed as he nodded in agreement. He gave a knowing look to his wife before he looked back over at you. âYou should join us for dinner; we already made enough for you to join us.â
âIâd love to, sir, but my folks are waiting for me at home,â you answered sheepishly.
Bakugou noticed the glance his parents exchanged and immediately knew what they were thinking. He almost grumbled in frustration, already knowing that theyâd ask him about you later after you left.
His mother spoke up once again, her smug grin growing wider. âYouâre always welcome here,â she repeated, her eyes flickering over to her son as her voice came out teasing. âAfter all, Katsukiâs always in a âbetterâ mood when youâre around.â
âI wouldnât doubt it, ma'am. Iâm a joy to be around, after all,â you lightly joked, though you still maintained a respectful tone.
His parents were easier to get along with than you thought.
Bakugouâs eye twitched in annoyance at your words, almost making him want to quip back at your cocky behavior. However, it was the sound of his motherâs sudden laughter that stopped him from doing so.
Mitsuki mother put her hand up to her mouth briefly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she continued to chuckle. The expression on her face was elated, and it was pissing him off even more, knowing whatâs to come.Â
âI like this one,â she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Masaru added, âAnd clearly, so does Kaââ
âAll right! They need to get going to catch the shitty train.â
By the time Bakugou accompanied you to the door, he had this obvious scowl on his face. âYouâre never cominâ back here again, dipshit.â
âWhaâ no fair! Why am I getting banned from the Bakugou residence when this is my first time here?â you replied.
âShut up,â he grunts. âI could do whatever the hell I want because itâs my house, too.â
âToo bad I have your Momâs numberââ
âDelete that.â
âHeyâ waiâ no way!â
It was not the last time you were ever invited to the Bakugou residence.
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yesterday afternoon - after an unsuccessful coffee shop date - youâd decided that dating sucked. it was much too awkward and formal and not at all like it was in the movies, putting too much pressure on the people involved.
last night - after watching shoko flirt her way into free drinks - youâd been tipsy enough to take her advice.Â
casual sex! it doesn't have to be with a stranger, just pick someone you know. someone youâre sure you won't fall in love with.
this morning youâd woken up to find gojo laying in bed next to you.
you lay shoulder to shoulder with the one person you should not have picked, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the other person to speak.Â
âdid we reallyââÂ
âthree times,â satoru confirms happily, rolling onto his side to grin down at you. âi'm surprised we didn't do this sooner, really. our sexual tension has always been off the charts.â
when he leans in to kiss you, his lips meet your palm as your expression wrinkles. âdonât get familiar.â
âweâre naked together in bedâ we slept together in more than the literal sense. canât get more familiar than that.âÂ
âand this never happen again,â you promise, refusing to look at him.Â
âwhy? because youâre afraid youâll fall in love with me? itâs okay to admit it. i'm extremely lovable.âÂ
youâve seen the way girls fawn over him. how they swoon over his pretty eyes and confident smile. heâs satoru gojo. a legend amongst jujutsu society. youâre no one in comparison, not a user of an otherworldly cursed technique, not from a major clan.Â
people like him donât fall for people like you. youâre afraid of rejection, afraid of being hurt.Â
âweâre friends,â you tell him honestly. âi donât want to risk ruining our friendship over something like this.âÂ
he tilts his head as your look at him. âshoko told you to try casual sex, didn't she? why not with me?â
âshe told you?â you groan, dragging a hand down your face and making a mental note to never ask your roommate for advice for anything ever again.Â
âhey, look at me,â he urges, grasping your hand. you do as he says, meeting his earnest gaze. âi can be casual and chill, itâs not like i have a huge crush on you or anything.âÂ
itâs so hard to say no to him. you really wish you could. Â
âiâll think about it,â you tell him, rolling your eyes when he fist pumps. âbut you need to go home before shoko sees you.âÂ
but youâre dealing with satoru gojo, who almost never does what heâs told. âyouâre not getting rid of me that easily. come here.â
he winds an arm around you, pulli my you in so youâre snug against his chest. explicit memories of last night flash through your mind, sending heat through your veins.
 âi canât.â you tell him (though youâre mostly reminding yourself.) this is insaneâ satoru, what are youââ
youâre cut off when he shushes you, whispering letâs sleep in for a little while longer.Â
he starts to drift off again as you struggle to escape his grasp, but your efforts are futile. even on the throes of sleep, satoru is stronger than you.Â
so you give up, resigning yourself to a few more minutes ofâŚcuddling. shoko isnât a morning person anyways.
after a minute, you find it's not entirely awful. itâs a purely physical reaction. gojo is good looking, even with his hair mussed with sleep and his mouth hanging open. because you know that under the softness of his skin lays defined muscle, and spending the morning in his nicely toned arms isnât the worst thing in the world.Â
(itâs purely physical, is what your head tries to convince your heart, which is beating a little faster than usual.)
a very soft, content sigh slips past your lips.Â
then, shoko knocks on your door.Â
âhey! donât tell me youâre too hungover for grocery shopping.âÂ
âshit!â you whisper harshly, shoving him away from you. âshe cannot see you in here.âÂ
âafraid youâll have to share?â he teases, narrowly avoiding being hit with a pillow. âokay, okay! where do you want me?â
âcloset!â you instruct, scrambling my around the room to make sure none of his clothes are lying around. you thrust them into his hands, pushing him into your closet.Â
he catches the door before you can close it, smiling down at you. âarenât you glad weâre doing this?â
you shove him inside, slamming the door shut just ask shoko bursts into the room.
âhey,â you greet, trying your best to appear casual as you lean against the door. your heart beats in your throat, as she squints at you, then lets her gaze sweep across the room.
âdid you bring someone home last night?â
âno.â
she looks at you. really looks at you, you think.Â
âokay,â she finally says, though you canât tell if she believes you. âi justâ i thought i saw you leave with gojo. suguru said you two were flirting all night.â
âgojo and i?â you try to laugh, but it comes out a little strained. ânever in a million years.â
shoko only shrugs, and you let yourself relax when she turns to leaveâŚ
âŚonly for her to turn around once more, leaning the the doorframe. âwell if you really don't like him, just let him down easy, alright? suguru told me he has a huge crush on you.âÂ
waitâ
âgojo?â
you hear a sharp inhale through the door.Â
âyeah,â she nods. âyou really couldn't tell?â
gojoâŚhas a crush on you. it takes a few seconds to truly sink in. âi had no idea.âÂ
âof course you didn't. heâs definitely got a really weird way of showing it.â
she turns to leave for real this time, but you wait a couple extra seconds before opening your closet, finding a wide eyed, blushing satoru staring at you.Â
you can't help but laugh. at his expression, at shokoâs revelation, at this entire situation.
dating sucks, but maybe it wonât be that bad if itâs with him.
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[ID: drawings of a golem animated by a palestinian flag painted on its forehead. it is seen: holding out its arms protectively in front of a crowd of children, the children also hold each other supportively; catching an air strike missile from the air and throwing it away or crushing it in its fist; turning its back so that a child can warm her hands by the earth oven built into its back, food in a pot is cooking on the fire and a boy holds a cup of steaming tea to his face and enjoys the aroma; clearing away rubble so a man can help up his wife who was buried underneath, she is clutching a baby to her chest; stooping down to look at a kitten a young boy is holding up to show it; and dissolving small flakes of clay from its finger into a glass of water, purifying it. end ID]
@fairuzfan asked people to create and share art for the strike. i wrote an artist statement and then set about trying to draw what i envisioned. artist statement below.
This golem is a protector that I wish I could gift to the children and adults in Gaza. The flag on its forehead is to show that love for the Palestinian people is an animating force for people fighting for a free Palestine all over the world, especially for those in Palestine who are trying to free themselves and their people. Love is the motivation for the call for a free Palestine, not hatred like people try to claim. It is very strong and fast and can catch air strikes out of midair and crush them to dust or throw them back in the direction they came from. It can lift all the rubble of a collapsed building very quickly so nobody can get trapped underneath. It has an earth oven in its back with an ever-burning flame that people can use to warm themselves and cook food and heat water to use to bathe themselves or make tea. Pieces of its clay can be crumbled up and mixed into water to make even the most brackish and unclean water pure and safe to drink.
The golem is always a bit of a tragic figure so I don't imagine it staying around forever once Palestine is free and it is no longer needed. I think it would use its great strength to help rebuild the destroyed houses, churches, schools, universities, hospitals, and mosques and then dive into the Jordan river and dissolve. It would clean the river of all pollution and make the water splash up over all the newly replanted fruit trees, causing them to grow big and strong. Its love for Palestine and its people can be tasted in the fruit they grow for generations.
I choose a specifically Jewish icon of protection because of how it feels to witness such horrors done in the supposed name of Judaism and the Jewish people. For many anti-zionist Jews, we feel like we are acting directly within the teachings of our stories and communities by opposing this genocide. It is difficult to understand how the very people and institutions who taught us these values now fight against them so fiercely. While obviously I would still oppose Israel were I not Jewish, the way I oppose Israel is directly informed by my Jewishness. I hope that someday, somehow, Judaism can bring as much joy and support to the Palestinian people as it has brought grief and destruction. That Jewish symbols used in the name of love and justice will bear more significance than the ones used in shows of hatred. Knowing the depth of the harm caused, I do not know if this is possible. But this artwork and everything I have dedicated myself to these past few months and continue to dedicate myself to in the future is born from this hope. I love you. Thank you for being on this planet with me. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! And it will be beautiful.
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sheep!reader going to a party w rafe? đ¤
warnings: icky!s1!rafe, heavy teasing, drug use, kelce and topper are kinda gross, public groping, smoking, peer pressure (?), sheep is slightly embarrassed but too shy to say anything, a little bit of rough handling, suggestive language, rafe saying heâll âshareâ sheep..
a/n: season one rafe has me by my neck rn..
âwell, look who we have here!â topper lifted his head from the white line he was about to snort off of the coffee table before scooting over, making room on the sofa for you and rafe to squeeze between him and kelce. rafe was all smiles when he pulled you onto his lap, your cheeks heating as you felt your dress ride up your thighs. âi didnât think weâd ever see you at a party..â topper leaned in, the close proximity making a shiver run down your spine. truth be told, you didnât think youâd ever be seen at a party either, but here you were, your boyfriendâs fingers slipping under your dress while two of his best friends watched you with lustful eyes.
it had taken a good portion of the evening for rafe to convince you to come out with him, your heart hammering in your chest the whole ride over here. not knowing what to say, you hid your face in rafeâs chest, all three of them laughing at your shy demeanor. âaww, come on, let us see that pretty face.â you stayed hidden, rafeâs large palm kneading your flesh as he reached for the bong on the table. âkelce, âyou light me up?â you heard the flicker of a lighter, peeking up from rafeâs shirt as he inhaled from the glass structure, the sound of bubbles filling up your ears.
rafe took a long drag, holding the smoke in for a few moments before blowing all of it in your face, making you gasp softly before you started coughing. your eyes watered, the two boys on either side of you dabbing each other up as they found amusement in your obvious discomfort. ârafe..â you whispered, a pout adorning your lips while he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck. you couldnât help the small whimper from leaving your lips, the sound drawing both topper and kelceâs attention. âdamn, rafe, when are you gonna let us get in on this?â kelce placed a hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.
âforreal, this shy little thing is just so cute.â topper added, his hand finding the small of your back. rafe could tell by the nervous look on your face that you werenât sure how to react, his facial expression turning into one of amusement. âtell you what..â he stroked the side of your face, âgive me a bump and we can share.â seeing the way your eyes widened was almost comical, topper wasting no time in scooping some of the blow onto his finger tip. âgive this to him, sweetheart.â instinctively, you accepted his digit, letting him lay the blow on the back of your hand.
holding your hand up to rafeâs nose, he covered one of his nostrils, snorting the powder until only a little bit of residue was left. âlick it.â rafe gripped the back of your neck, him and his friends staring at you intently. âyeah, do it, baby.â âyouâll feel so good..â you swallowed thickly, your eyebrows drawing together as they watched your tongue lick a small stripe up your skin. apart of you was scared of the after effects of this stuff, but still, you obeyed. rafe was smiling ear to ear, his corruption kink going off the charts right now. âwhat the fuck!â topper laughed, both him and kelce sitting in disbelief.
âshe really fucking did it?!â kelce moved closer, your boyfriend roughly grabbing your cheeks as he shook your head around. âof course she did,â he cupped you through your panties, âsheâll do whatever i tell her to.. right, âpretty?â you nodded, gripping rafeâs forearm as topper moved your hair to one side of your frame. âcome on, man, just a taste.â rafe pulled you into a kiss, his palm coming up to cup your tits over the lacey material of your dress. despite his earlier words, rafe was far too greedy to share you with anyone. ânot a fucking chance, thornton.â
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gimme a hand
okay so i saw a silly tiktok abt how guys take nudes wrong and thought our lovely best friend reader could help eddie take some !! i am a little tipsy so pls excuse any mistakes
mdni. 18+. smut. like, literally just smut. fem!reader x eddie. modern au
âso.. how are things with you and.. whatshername?â clicking your fingers in his face.
eddie scoffs, batting your hand away, âchrissy is her name,â correcting your childish behaviour, âand itâs good, weâve been.. texting a little,â shrugging nonchalantly.
you and eddie had been best friends for years, though these hang outs were few and far between now. both too busy with the perils of adult life to sit around and smoke weed all day, like you used to.
that meant that your relationship had skewed a bit, no longer as close as you once were. though you still tried to feign an interest in his, mostly nonexistent, love life.
he understood though, your life was far too interesting to care about the very small roster of girls he was seeing.
âtexting?â you exclaim, stubbing the embers of the joint out into the ashtray, âso you havenât seen her since?â
eddie shakes his head, realising that what he had thought was an exciting update, was actually just a pathetic retelling of a long text thread.
âi think weâre just.. testing the waters,â brushing off your disappointment. he contemplates even telling you anymore but what kind of a best friend would he be if he didnât at least tell you all the details. âshe sent me pictures the other day,â wriggling his eyebrows.
âpictures?â a slight mocking tone to your voice that he doesnât like, âwhat kinda pictures?â
his face scrunches up, cheeks flaming red, as if it wasnât obvious. âyou know.. naughty ones.â
you whistle, blowing the air from your cheeks in the most sarcastic manner, ânaughty pictures.. wow eddie, youâre really moving up in the world. did you send any back?â
his head dips, regretful of ever sharing this with you. you had never had a lack of choice for guys lining up for you. even back in high school. of course you wouldnât understand.
âno..â shrugging again, âi donât.. donât know how.â
âyou donât know how to send nudes?â utter shock rippling through your voice, âdidnât i teach you anything?â
ânot how to send nudes!â he hits back, getting increasingly frustrated that youâd rather mock him than help him get laid for once.
âi can help you if you want,â you offer, âi donât have to watch.. i can just.. guide you?â proposing the question as if it were a completely standard conversation for you two to be having.
âreally?â his eyes bright and full of hope.
eddie really liked chrissy, she was sweet and the times they had hung out, they got on well. he just wasnât equipped to match her flirting, afraid heâd overthink himself into losing her.
âsure,â you smile, grabbing his phone as you stand from the couch, âcome on,â beckoning for him to follow you down the corridor to the bathroom.
you bundle into the trailers tiny bathroom, poised in front of the mirror with his phone in hand.
âyou stand here..â you instruct, guiding him by the shoulders, âyou need to get hard,â grinning as you look at him through the mirror, âiâll stand outside and just.. tell you what to do, okay?â
eddieâs too high for this, wondering how youâd gone from a joint and a couple of beers to now helping him sext the girl he liked.
you disappear outside, shoving his phone into his chest, the knob clicking quietly as the realisation of what the hell he was doing sets in.
âso..â he poises, swiping onto the camera, posing himself in the dirty mirror, âpull my pants down, right?â wanting to make sure that he got nothing wrong.
âyeah, but not all the way, just like.. a little bit.â
okay, he thinks. tugging his sweatpants down just beneath his balls, his boxers following suit. he was getting hard just thinking about it, the fact that you were instructing him what to do wasnât helping.
his fingers wraps around the base of his cock, pumping his fist a few times, stifling the groan that had settled in his throat.
this was already weird enough, he didnât need to make it weirder.
âokay..â his voice quivering, âwhat now?â
you tut, âpull your shirt up.. or off, it looks bad otherwise.â
eddie does as you ask, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. he peers at the image through the screen, inwardly cringing at how stupid he looked.
âi donât know,â though his dick was already stiff, aching for him to continue. âi look stupid,â he frowns, attempting to position the phone differently, although nothing seemed to help his pathetic stature.
âno you donât,â your voice rings through the door, ânow you gotta pose it.. make it look good, sexy.â
his eyes squeeze shut, wishing youâd stop talking with that low growl in your voice. this was for chrissyâs benefit, not his. getting off to the sound of your voice while trying to arouse another girl was not the plan.
eddie exhales, opening his eyes to reposition the phone, closer to the mirror. his fist begging to move and finish the job.
nothing helped, in fact, it looked worse than before. chrissyâd block him if he dared sent anything like this.
fuck, he felt like a pervert. this was wrong. twisted.
âhave you done it?â you call.
âno,â he gulps, frowning at the image of himself in the mirror.
you huff, knuckles wrapping against the door, âiâm gonna come in, okay?â giving him no time to think before you appear next to him in the mirror.
your eyes fall straight to his cock, widening every so slightly, âwow.. okay,â chuckling awkwardly as you snap back into it. âyou have to..â your hand lowers his phone, straightening the camera position for him.
his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over his bathroom. whatever buzz he had had from the weed had dissipated, replaced by the hazy tingly sensation of your hand near his cock.
âand then..â you look to him, in person this time, not through the safety of the mirror, before wrapping your fingers around the ones that were still lingering around his cock. âdo this..â voice trailing off into a low whisper, using his fist to pump his already leaking cock.
a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, heat searing through his body. mind too fuzzy to truly comprehend the shit he was seeing and feeling.
the heat of your body presses against his back, delicate fingers still travelling the length of his cock, âfilm it,â not once letting your eyes fall from the side of his face while his stay firmly on the mirror in front.
maybe this way he could pretend it wasnât real, that he was just watching some video and you werenât actually jerking him off by-proxy.
eddie, ever obedient, presses the record button, sighing into his phone as your his hand continues to move.
his knees almost buckle, kept afloat by the sound of you panting into his ear. it was almost too much, his brain collapsing into itself as your hand takes over, ignoring the phone in his hand to continue making him whine and quiver like that.
the weight of your body presses him into the cold china basin, eyes travelling from his face to his dick and right back up again.
you couldâve told him to jump right now and he wouldâve. other hand reaching around to grab onto whatever part of you he could get a grip on.
your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. he couldnât keep the phone straight, the video would just be some big blur of him groaning and the sink. not that it matters. not while youâre touching him.
âis this good?â you ask, breath tickling against his ear.
eddie nods rapidly, âgood.. so good,â fingers twisting around your shirt as his eyes flutter closed. âfuck,â he gasps, the phone slipping from his hand onto the counter when your thumb circles the tip of his dick. an otherworldly feeling he had never been able to feel before.
âyeah?â you grit, pulling his hand, signalling for him to turn. his bones were jelly, body mailable and under your control. his back now pressed against the sink, foreheads pressed together.
one hand holds onto your hip while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.
âohh shit,â eddie wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.
nothing felt real, waiting for his alarm to pull him out of this fucked dream to a sticky puddle and a new perspective on your friendship.
your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.
his throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man couldâve made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.
ten years of friendship and yet the two of you had never even kissed before. wishing you wouldnât have wasted so much time on actually doing it. a newfound adoration for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.
âiâm gonna cum,â he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.
you donât respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. a iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.
âohh fuck,â eddie mewls, bursting all over your hand, âshit.. fuck, oh god,â your eyes dark, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what youâve achieved.
he lets go of his hold on your body, hurriedly trying to find the counter to ground himself. his head a million miles away on mars, his lack of thoughts disrupted by the sound of the water running.
chest still heaving as he braves a look at you, watching his release swirl down the drain. youâre chewing on your bottom lip, a sudden realisation that you had just made your best friend cum maybe. he doesnât really want to ask. hoping you wonât regret it.
eddie picks up his phone, stopping the recording, his thumb shooting straight to the tiny trash can until you grab his wrist.
âdonât delete it,â a fire within your eyes, twisting the screen in your direction, âi wanna watch.ââ
his finger hovers over the play button, looking to you though your eyes are trained on the screen, waiting for him to press play.
the video starts, shaky footage as the audio of his pathetic grunts and gasps fill the tiny bathroom. eddie canât bring himself to watch, forcing himself to watch you rather than the video.
youâre smiling to yourself, smug at the sight of you making him crumble. he wants to be embarrassed, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and yet, he doesnât turn it off.
âmaybe donât send that..â you remark, finding his eye, that mischievous sparkle that eddie hadnât seen in years, reappearing.
he needed to feel you, in the way that you had felt him. cock already reawakening when your lips twitch into a smirk.
shit.
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson stranger things
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CUPIDS CHOKEHOLD , spencer reid
pairing boyfriend!spencer x fem!reader
synopsis you decide to visit spencer during his lunch break. unbeknownst to you, the team has been waiting for your arrival since they found out about you and spencerâs relationship.
genre fluff, reader is described with a cheugy/funky kind of style, and just overall teasing from the team lol.
standing in the mirrored elevator, you took in your appearance one last time. your patterned tights, babydoll dress, denim jacket, and colorful accessories were nothing out of the ordinary for you.  you took pride in your sense of fashion, not caring how others perceived you.Â
spencer made it known to you almost daily how much he adored the way you styled yourself. your whimsical and girly attire added the perfect contrast to his âgrandpa attireâ as you liked to call it.Â
returning your tube of lipgloss to its desired spot, you heard the faint ding of the elevator, alerting you of your arrival. you took a deep breath before walking up to the secretary at the counter. the building was sleek and shiny, only emphasizing your appearance.Â
the brunette welcomed you, asking for your id before you heard your name being called by an all too familiar voice. âsheâs with me; actually, no need to call in or anything.â spencer grabbed the visitors badge and clipped it to the pocket of your jacket before looking at you.Â
âhey spence,â you giggled, adjusting his glasses that had gone askew from his evident rush to get to you. he blushed as you slid your hand to the side of his neck, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek softly.Â
he grabbed your hand and led you into what you deemed to be the âbullpenâ spencer had mentioned to you before. your boots clicked on the ground, muffled by the sounds of the bau.Â
many workers turned and looked, unfamiliar with your presence and even more shocked that you were with spencer. he looked at you, noticing your wondering eyes. âitâs a little hectic right now, sorry.â he pulled you into his cubicle, already having a chair ready for you.Â
âits actually really cool seeing this place for the first time. it really is like the tv shows.â he almost laughed at your childlike awe, reaching over to roll your chair closer to his own. satisfied with your positioning, spencer moved a few folders and notebooks from his desk to make room for your shared food.Â
you could only get one bite in before a presence appeared behind you. âyou invited mrs. genius here, and you didnât tell anyone?â two hands came to grab spencer by his shoulders, causing him to jump slightly.Â
the man smiled at you with possibly the whitest teeth you had ever seen. his broad shoulders, stature, and dark skin made him almost god-like. âmorgan-â spencer began before another head peaked around him.
âthe woman, the myth, the legend!â the shorter blonde woman gasped, walking over to you. spinning your chair so that you were facing her entirely, her eyes lit up. âyou are literally the cutest thing i have ever seen. boy wonder, why havenât you brought her in sooner?â the nickname made you laugh, looking at spencer to see the embarrassed look on his face.Â
âmorgan and garcia, back off before you scare the poor girl away.â a dark-haired woman leaned against the desk behind you. soon after, another blonde and two older men crowed around you.Â
they waited eagerly as spencer introduced you, looking between you two as if this were the best thing they had ever seen. âitâs nice to meet you all. spence has told me so much about you guys.â you rose from your seat, shaking their hands so as not to come off as unprofessional in such a serious building.Â
even if it contradicted their previous actionsâŚ
âshe even has a nickname for him, oh derek hold me before i pass out from the beauty of young love.â penelope held her hand to her heart, leaning into the man beside her as he rolled his eyes from her antics.Â
âshe was nearly this dramatic when she noticed the picture spencer put up of you on his desk.â rossi pointed at the item you had failed to notice as you arrived.Â
tucked beside his computer, a small black and white photobooth strip stared back at you. memories of the early bits of your relationship flooded your mind.
you smiled lightly at the last panel, remembering how nervous you had been to kiss spencer on camera. he looked up at you, mirroring your expression.
the team continued to interrogate you, asking about where the two of you met, your first date, who asked out who first, almost as if they were profiling you.Â
spencer sighed at the realization, clearly annoyed at your alone time being interrupted. you noticed, sitting back down beside him and looking at him to reassure him that you were fine.Â
âglad to see she really likes him and wasnât paid.â emily nodded towards spencerâs cheek. a light pink kiss mark adorned his skin, making the rest of the team snicker before he wiped it off with the back of his hand.Â
âare you guys trying to scare her away?â spencer whined, feeling like a boy introducing his first girlfriend to his embarrassing family.Â
âcome on, reid, weâre only messing with you.â jj perched her hand on her hip, smiling at you warmly. âweâll let you guys be for now, but donât leave too soon. we have to give her a tour!â penelope insisted, turning to the group as they all shook their heads in agreement.Â
âthatâd be nice, thank you.â you replied before turning back to your boyfriend. âyou donât have to if you donât want to.â spencer mumbled, leaning into your side.
you ruffled his hair, âi see why you talk about them so much. they clearly care about you a lot.â you looked over your shoulder, catching them spying from one of the conference rooms.Â
smirking you turned back to spencer, kissing his cheek once more before you continued to eat and talk about what youâd plan to do after he got off work.Â
after you finished your mostly uninterrupted lunch, you were swept away by penelope as she gave you your promised tour. showing you everyoneâs office, the break room, multiple conference rooms, and even the dingy locker room in the very back.
after one tight hug from morgan, a promise for a girls night from penelope, some teasing from jj and emily, and more typical goodbyes from hotch and rossi, you were finally walking back to your car.
you expected spencer to just walk you back to the elevator, but your face quickly lit up when he stepped inside, pulling you flush against him and pressing a button to make the doors close.
âfinally have you alone.â he mumbled before crashing his lips to yours. you gasped at his sudden boldness, highly due to the lack of curious eyes, and moved your hands to rest behind his neck.
his hands went under your jacket, yearning to be close to you but having enough sense to not pull anything too risky. âiâve been wanting to do that since youâve got here.â he pulled away shortly before the ding of the elevator announced your arrival.
you just grabbed his hand and pulled him along side you. âthey were really sweet, spence. iâm happy you work with people that are so much like a family.â as you made it to your car you turned around, your back leaning against your trunk as spencer came to stand in-front of you.
âtheyâre nosey like one, for sure.â he joked, bringing his hand to rest on your hip once again. you sighed before reaching up to kiss him one last time. âiâll see you tonight.â you promised, squeezing his hand before it left yours in his return to work.
before you got in your car, you turned around looking up to see six familiar faces looking right back at you.
just something i thought of off a whim because i saw an edit of the bau to 400 lux by lorde and got SOOOOO emotional. like thats my family fr!!!! hope you enjoyed<333
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