#sorry i'm still thinking about it a week later this movie pissed me off so bad

[icedille]

i think part of the reason why you don't see a lot of criticism of the substance is that it spells out its points in such a painfully obvious way that a lot of people are scared to look stupid for not getting it. not saying that anyone is pretending to have liked it but when the messaging is so explicit it's very very easy to focus on that and forget about the parts that didn't work as well. just tell yourself "oh it must make sense somehow" and move on. not me tho i'm a hater at heart and a professional hill dier this movie was NOT as genius and groundbreaking as a lot of you are saying and you can't just handwave bad filmmaking with "but it's satireeee it's camp omg it's terribly paced and condescending on PURPOSE" <3

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fracture

max verstappen x reader | 3.5k

max breaks his wrist during the first week of the off-season.

cw: max breaks his arm, r is a bit rattled, some blood, a naked shower, intimacy, mentions of sex

a/n: c'mon. you know he'd be so annoying. good thing we love him. [i wrote this before the season ended and then...never posted it. so, here, have it before we start all this shit over again in a few weeks.]

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You are not there when it happens.

You're asleep, actually, curled up on Max's couch with the cats while he enjoys the first week of the off-season. The celebrations have ended and there is a great deal of work to be done in the next few months, but everyone gets a little bit of respite.

Vacation will come after the holidays. That's the plan, anyway. The last few days have seen you in Monaco, mostly inside Max's place. Just spending time together, relaxing, watching movies, rumpling his sheets. Today, though, he and Danny decided to go on a world-class-athlete-level bike ride.

Which is why you're on the couch. They've been gone all day and you don't expect Max to get home until later. You ran errands, cleaned a little, and then took an afternoon nap.

As you rouse from it, you fumble for your phone to check the time. The screen lights up and you're greeted with --

35 texts. 4 missed calls.

"What the hell?" you mutter, sitting up and opening everything.

DR: sorry for the three calls don't freak out but i think max broke his arm

DR: he says you're probably napping but i'm going to document this for when you wake up

DR: he's fine but yeah that shit is fucked

DR: he says not to tell you he fell off his bike but he fell off his bike

DR: he braked for some animal in the road and went over his handlebars

DR: oh he also scraped his face but he's still pretty, don't worry

DR: his palms are fucked though which is why he's not texting you

DR: we're on the way to the hospital, btw

DR: you're gonna be so pissed when you wake up

It goes on like that. Daniel, to his credit, has given you a play-by-play of the whole situation. You've only been asleep for about an hour and based on the time stamps this started right after you fell asleep.

You get up as you read, grabbing your things and trying to find your shoes as you read. You need to -- you need to go and be wherever they are. You need to help. Heart racing, chest tight, you need to be near Max as soon as possible, even though Danny said he's okay. If this was you, Max would already be there. God, why did you take a nap?

According to the texts, they got to the hospital and he was seen immedietly, x-rayed, and bandaged up. Broken right wrist, Danny had said. He's pissed more than anything.

You're about to call him back when your phone rings in your hands.

"Danny," you say as soon as you accept it.

"Oh, thank fuck," Daniel exclaims. "I thought I was going to have to surprise you in person with the whole thing."

"I'm about to leave, just give me 15 minutes to get there--"

"No, no, no," he interrupts you. "He just got discharged. I'm bringing him home."

You stop in your tracks, one foot shoved halfway into your sneaker. "Really?"

"Yeah, we'll be there in like, 20 minutes?" You can hear Max saying something in the background. "He wants to talk to you," Danny sighs. "Mate, you'll see her soon--"

He's cut off and there's some muffled noises and then Max is saying your name.

"I'm fine," he says. "I only made him tell you so it wasn't a surprise when I came home."

"Max," you sigh, shoulders creeping away from your ears at the sound of his voice. "I'm so sorry, I was asleep!"

He laughs. You feel a bit weepy, which is both an overreaction and cathartic. "Good," he says. "The whole experience has been a pain in the ass."

"You're coming home now? Are you in pain?"

"Eh," he says, dragging out the sound. "They gave me something while they set it so I don't feel it much. Daniel says we'll be home soon. Oh, hold on --" There is some muttering, Danny's voice in the background. "Okay, I'm going to give you back. See you soon, liefje."

"Okay," you say softly.

"Be there in a flash!" Danny says brightly. "Seriously, don't worry."

You hang up and just stand in the hallway, at a loss. Something bad happened to Max and you weren't there. It feels wrong. Not that he's in poor hands with Danny -- quite the opposite. He's probably the only person aside from yourself that you'd want there for Max in a crisis. But, god. You wish you had been there.

The cats weave around your ankles as you pace, waiting for Danny to call or for the door to open or, anything at all to happen. Your mind is running a million miles a minute. Objectively, it's the best time for Max to break something. There isn't even a car for him to test right now and he had at least another week of time off before needing to go back to Milton Keynes. This might throw a wrench in your holiday plans but you couldn't care less about that. How long will he be in a cast? You assume he's in a cast. What kind of help will he need? Will you be enough to provide it? What if he --

Noises in the hall make you freeze and then you hear Danny's voice. You bolt to the door, unlatching the locks and pulling it open. You're greeted with the sight of the two of them -- Danny looking down at Max's keys in his hands, both of their backpacks on his back. They've both changed out of whatever ridiculous bike outfit they must have been wearing for the ride, but you devote your attention to your boyfriend.

You can see the bandages on Max's knees and forearms where he must have scraped himself up on the road. His wrist -- it's in a black cast that runs the length of his forearm. He cradles it to his chest in a sling they must have given him and then you make your way to his face. A few scratches along one cheek, hair a mess, mouth drawn into a frown. A frown that relaxes slightly when you meet his gaze. Your eyes well with tears.

"Max," you breathe. He steps in front of Danny and meets you in the doorway, his cast-free hand cupping your face through the bandages on his palm.

"I'm fine," he says. "You're looking at me like I'm in a coma."

"Sorry," you whisper. "I just --"

He tugs you to him gently, pressing your face into his neck and rubbing your back. You try to be careful of his arm as you breathe deep and will yourself not to actually lose it.

"Guys, can we at least go inside?" Danny asks.

Max huffs and you pull away. He drags his thumb under both of your eyes but doesn't comment on the dampness he finds there. "Inside, liefje."

Danny drops Max's stuff and passes along the documents from the hospital. He's quite the personality but he's all business when he needs to be. "Pain killers in his bag. Call me if you need anything, guys."

You step away from Max long enough to throw your arms around Danny. "Thank you," you whisper. "For looking after him." For calling. For bringing him back to me. For doing what I should have been there for.

He chuckles. "Alright," he says. "Max should break something more often."

Once Danny leaves, it's just the two of you. Max has settled on the couch, head leaning back into the cushions.

"Come sit with me," Max calls. "God, I forgot how much I hate hospitals."

His eyes are closed and he holds his arm gingerly. It's not the first time you've seen him injured -- you've been at his side in the medical tent before after watching him careen into a wall at 190mph. And yet, right now, you're still so upset.

You settle into the cushions on his left side and just watch him.

"I'm sorry," you say again. Max's eyes open. "I can't believe I was asleep when Danny called."

Max shakes his head. "What would you have done?"

"I could have come to get you and take you to the hospital, or just met you there, or--"

He puts his hand on your knee. "Come on," he says. "Don't be silly."

How do you explain it to him? How do you tell him that something happening to him feels like it happened to you? That not being there feels like a personal failing?

"Will you tell me what happened?"

He sighs and you pull his palm from your leg to hold it in your hands.

"It's stupid," he grimaces. "You don't need the details."

"Max."

He folds. Other people in his life have called this your superpower -- Max's will is iron clad. It is very difficult to get him to do something he does not want to do. But one word from you, one soft look, one gentle touch, and he often relents. It's like you can peel back that layer of him that has hardened out of necessity. To protect himself and his heart, to make sure he's taken seriously, to stop things from hurting.

It's like you remind him that it's okay to feel, even when it's hard.

"Daniel summed it up," he grumbles. "We were biking down a hill outside the city and something ran out into the road in front of me. I stopped. Or tried to, at least." He mimes squeezing the breaks, fingers curling in towards his bandaged palms. You stroke his unbroken wrist with your thumb.

"And you went over," you finish.

"And I went over. Got my knees, my forearms, my hands. My wrist, obviously. Just landed badly."

You reach for his face ever so gently, dragging the pad of your thumb over the shallow scrapes on his chin, his cheek. He allows it, knowing that you need to touch him to be sure he's okay. Whenever he has a crash on track you have trouble letting him out of your sight for hours. You just need to look at him, feel him warm and alive under your hands.

"I'm going to write a letter to your helmet manufacturer," you say, not entirely kidding. You slide your hand over his temple and into his hair. It's dirty, you can feel it, but you cradle his skull all the same. "Thank them."

He laughs once, amused with your sincerity. "I need to shower," he says. "But I can't get this wet." You finally direct your attention to his broken wrist, the entirety of his forearm and hand encased in the cast under the sling.

"Does it hurt?" you ask again. Max would tell anyone else off for badgering him so, but he keeps his face soft and reassures you.

"It's strange," he says. "I'm sure I'll feel it later."

"Did it hurt?" you whisper. "When you broke it?"

You know that Max has felt a great deal of pain in his life. His day job requires it -- physical, mental, emotional. He knows how to handle it and get over it. But he's also honest with you, always.

He wrinkles his nose. "It wasn't nice," he confesses. "I knew right away."

You grimace. In the silence, you match your breaths to his and just sit together for a little while.

And then Max's stomach growls.

"Whoops," he says, grinning crookedly. Still an athlete, still a boy with a fast metabolism. You can't help but laugh.

"How about this," you begin, unfolding yourself from the couch and standing in front of him, hands on your hips. Max looks up at you like you're the best thing he's ever seen. "I order some food and then we get you showered while we wait for it. Let the scrapes breathe and keep your cast dry, then we eat and watch a movie and go to bed. Okay?"

"We get me showered?" He sounds skeptical.

"You think you can wash your hair on your own?"

He smirks. "I can do a lot with one hand."

You roll your eyes. "So you're turning down an opportunity to shower with me, is what I'm hearing."

Max gets himself off the couch and rests his palm on your hip. "No," he says softly. "I'm not that stupid."

He kisses you lightly and heads for the bathroom.

"I guess we can wrap it in a plastic bag, or something?" you call after him. It takes a few minutes of opening and closing cabinets for you to find one. You put in a delivery order and make your way to the bathroom. Max has already turned on the shower and you find him shirtless and peeling off his bandages in in front of the mirror.

"Let me do that." He doesn't put up much of a fight, not even wincing when the tape pull at his skin. You see the gashes on his forearm, the raw skin of his palms. "Arm, please." The plastic bag goes around his cast and you tie it at his elbow.

"You planning to wash my hair while wearing your clothes?" Max asks with a straight face.

You stare at him, trying to seem unimpressed. He breaks first, mouth pulling up at one corner before he shucks off his soft shorts and briefs in one go. He pecks you on the cheek and gets in the shower, still smirking at you through the glass door.

"Alright, alright," you mutter. "So dramatic."

You feel Max's eyes on you as you undress, leaving your clothes on a pile on the floor.

The shower is unnecessarily big but Max does not give you much space. The hot spray is at his back and he keeps his plastic bag-clad arm mostly out of the way.

"Feel good?" you ask. Max sighs but nods. You'll bet he's aching but hasn't admitted it. He turns to the side so you can catch some of the spray, too, fighting off the chill outside the warm water.

"I might fall asleep in here," he mutters.

"That'll be the painkillers, darling," you tell him. "C'mon, get your hair wet."

Max tips his head back. You readjust so that you can card your hands through it. You shampoo him gently, taking your time and massaging his scalp. It's a miracle he stays on his feet, but he does. You hum as you work and Max's breaths get deeper, slower.

"Head back," you say softly. He obeys. You do the same with some of your conditioner because you know he likes how it smells.

This shower feels more intimate than the countless hours you've spend in his bed, tangled up in one another. He's been inside you and yet this feels more vulnerable. He's totally ceding control, trusting you to take care of him. You're naked, slick bodies brushing, always touching whether it's your hands in his hair or Max's own fingers reaching for your skin just to feel.

One time, when you were sick, you couldn't muster the energy to take a shower. Max ran you a bath and washed your hair for you, talking all the while because you asked to hear his voice. It's obvious that you'd do the same for him, as you're doing now. It's just how you love each other -- all the way, all the time. When it's easy and when it's hard.

"Danny was right," Max says, words slurring half from bliss and half the fatigue of the day catching up to him. "I should break bones more often."

You finish rinsing him and just stand there in the spray for a few moments.

"Please, no," you groan, brushing wet strands back from his forehead. "If you want me to wash your hair I will, Max. You don't need to break anything."

His eyes flutter open and find yours. He smiles lazily and you turn off the shower.

"If you say so," he says. "Can we take this off, now?"

Bag removed, skin patted dry, comifes on. The food comes when you're settling Max on the couch with a pillow for his arm. In all likelihood he'll manage a few bites of take out and fall asleep 15 minutes into the movie. But he needs the rest, you think. And besides, he'll have you to watch over him.

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It becomes clear remarkably quickly that Max is an awful patient. You sort of knew this -- he's been sick a few times when you're around, but you figured that was just man-disease. Whining, refusing to sit still. This is 10x worse. He won't let you do anything for him until he's proven that he can't do it himself. You consider locking him in your bedroom to keep him from trying to do things he shouldn't do.

Max just wasn't made to sit still.

But you can empathize -- it's frustrating to not be able to do any of the things he really likes to do. Drive, use his sim, even play regular video games. It's a lot of movies and long walks and leg days with his trainer.

And then there's the way he just won't ask for help. That's a Max Verstappen original and you know it gets worse when he's frustrated. You do it too -- everyone does. But Max wants to do everything himself, wants to prove that he can.

You try to sit back and let him work it out. About a week after he comes home with his arm in a cast, he calls your name. You're in the kitchen, staring into the open fridge and wondering if you should order more groceries or just go to the shops yourself.

"You okay?" you call back. "Where are you?"

"Bathroom,"he shouts.

Ah, you think. Here we go.

He hasn't shaved yet. You've always loved when he keeps his facial hair a little longer. You love the feel of it on your skin and how it lightens along with his hair when you're on holiday somewhere nice. It's more likely that he keep it long in the off-season. Hot races are a nightmare with a beard, he's said. It itches like mad.

"Coming," you call.

Sure enough, you find him in front of the sink, razor in hand and frown firmly in place. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and even though you can feel his annoyance from here, the set of his jaw softens.

"Do you think you could help me shave?" he asks. No lead up, no hem and haw.

"Of course, Max."

You quickly work out that sitting on the counter next to the sink while he stands between your knees works best. His broken wrist hangs at his side, the other hand resting on the counter next to your leg.

You lather him up, carefully applying the white foam of his shaving cream on his cheeks, his chin, his neck. He's got a fancy razor, one that will probably make it hard to cut him. Still, you feel the way he's basically handed you a blade and asked you to use it on him. In so many ways it's one of the most intimate things you've ever done. Even more than the showers you've had this week, just chatting and washing his hair.

"I'll be careful," you say softly.

"I know." He tilts his chin up, showing you his neck. "Go on, then."

It's quiet work. You're focusing hard and Max seems content to allow you. Stroke after stroke, rinsing the razor in the sink. You keep one hand at the base of this throat as the other works, gliding it over his skin. Cheeks, jaw, upper lip. Chin, neck.

"I like your beard, you know," you say when you're almost done. He waits until you're rinsing the razor again to reply.

"I do," he says, smirking. "You aren't quiet about it."

The last patch comes off as easily as the rest and you grab a damp towel to clean the rest of the shaving cream. Max appears to have relaxed enough to become pliant, leaning into your touch as you finish. He lets you rub moisturizer into his cheeks, eyes fluttering closed. His hand ends up on your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh of your thigh.

"Cheeky," you mutter. He smiles, boyish and easy. You take your time, pleased that he's letting you, but also because you could touch him forever. "Schatje," you whisper, trying to make it sound like it does from his lips. "All done."

Max doesn't move. You frame his face with your hands and lean in until your lips touch. You feel his smile against yours, but he dutifully tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His freshly shaved skin is so soft. You've kissed thousands of times by now, but you can never get enough of him. The way he responds to your every move, meeting your pressure with some of his own. Your tongue with his, swallowing your moans and giving you his own like a gift.

It's Max who pulls away, dragging his lips over your cheek.

"Dankje," he whispers. It means more than that, you know. From Max, it means thank you for dealing with me, for taking care of me, for loving me.

He doesn't think any of that is easy for you. But he's wrong. It's the easiest thing in the world.

[tttt06]

Arguments

IdolNi-ki x BlackReader

Reader got the fro going on rn

Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

I wrote this just now.

Synopsis~ How do the two of you end arguments?

Warnings~ Smut, cum eating, oral (receiving), Dirty talk, sexual comfort, a little agressive, size kink, Ni-ki thinks reader is teeny tiny.

Word Count~ 1.4k

You were walking to your car when Ni-ki shouted, "Hey! Don't walk away!"

You turned to him, expression angry as you said, "I'm pissed off. You show up 2 hours late with no text, and you think I'd be happy? C'mon, you know me better than that."

You huffed, your fluffy hair flying out your face. Ni-ki hopped in the car and looked at you. "I know... I'm sorry-"

You blurted out, "Let's break up."

Ni-ki stopped breathing. His eyes went wide as he stared at you. His throat was drying. "What the fuck did you just say?"

You turned to him. Suddenly, tears welled in your eyes, "You don't have time for me! I'm busier than you, but I make time."

Ni-ki shook his head, "It's different! I can't just skip out on things. Just because you're privileged-"

You raised your hand, and he went quiet. "Take me home."

Ni-ki turned to the road and didn't say a word.

The car ride was silent. He parked in the suit garage and followed you to your apartment.

Ni-ki was closing the door as you stormed into your apartment.

Ni-ki reasoned, "You're not being mature right now."

You pushed his shoulder, "When are YOU ever mature? You're a little fucking kid who thinks this relationship is a game!"

Ni-ki hugged you, and you tried to push him off, but his grip was too tight.

He laughed, "What do I look like letting someone like you go?"

You were still trying to fight him off. You gave up when he lifted you. Your legs sprung around his waist automatically.

Ni-ki was looking up at you, "Do you honestly believe I don't try?"

You nodded, "Yes. I do. Last week, you planned a date but didn't show up. You texted 12 hours later, saying you were busy. Or last night when you didn't come home because practice ran too long, even though we planned a movie night. Even today, you haven't even told me I look good. You didn't notice my hair was out how you like it."

Adoration filled his eyes as he mumbled, "I love it."

Tears began falling down your face as you continued, "I even spray the pillow with your cologne because it's so lonely."

Ni-ki watched you with solemn eyes. He carried you into the bedroom and kissed your tears. "I'm sorry."

You said through ragged breaths, "If you were sorry, you'd fix it."

Ni-ki kissed your neck, "I will."

You sniffled, "Sex and gifts won't solve anything."

He smiled against your neck, "I know."

He sucked on your sweet spot as you moaned in agony.

"You're only hurting us more."

Ni-ki pulled away to look at you. Your face was swollen from tears, eyes were red, nose was red, eyelashes clumpy in the pretty way he likes.

You look so good after a good cry. Ni-ki loves it when you get angry and start crying. It's a little masochistic, maybe, but it's attractive.

He felt his heart grow bigger as his dick rose. "I'm serious. I wanted to talk to you about something."

You cried, "What?"

He kissed your pretty, plump lips. His fingers were entangled in your big hair. "Do you wanna come on tour with me?"

You choked. He bit your bottom lip as Ni-ki stared at your pretty eyes. So innocent. 

He felt your warm, tiny hand slide up his chest. "I don't think I can."

Ni-ki said, "Well, can you try for me?"

You nodded and closed your eyes. You knew where this night was going.

Ni-ki pulled your shirt off as he kissed and sucked your neck.

You shuddered as his kisses trailed to your nipple. His big hand wrapped around your tits. Your boob overflowing in his hands as his mouth wrapped around your other titty.

"Oh~"

Your voice was hoarse from crying. 

You felt Ni-ki's tongue swirl around your nipple as his drool slid between your chest. His mouth made this click sound when he pulled away.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt him pull away. A whine left your lips as he kissed you again.

This time, deeper.

His fingers slid down to your covered middle and rubbed against your clit.

He knew your body.

He knew what made it tick.

You shuddered as you felt his hand slip under your (his) basketball shorts.

Your hands traveled to his scalp as you took him. His mouth felt so good against your skin. His fingers traced your clit in slow circles.

"I love you so much, baby," Ni-ki whispered in your ear.

You felt his two fingers slip into your wet hole, and a gasp escaped your throat. You let out soft moans as his fingers slid against your walls.

You felt him kiss down to your stomach as he rolled off the shorts.

You giggled when his kisses started to tickle.

Ni-ki said, "Don't ever ask to break up with me again."

You nodded innocently. Ni-ki dove his head between your thighs and sucked.

Your back arched as you whimpered in pleasure. Ni-ki groaned, "Don't hold back, baby."

You panted as his mouth lapped over your clit. His fingers dug into your hole as you wept, "It feels good."

He smiled, "Good."

You relaxed as you admitted, "I'm gonna cum."

There was silence for a moment as Ni-ki picked up his speed. Your throat was locked as no sound came out. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and started to shake. Ni-ki slurped up your juices.

He looked up at you as he played with your cum in his mouth. He swallowed it, and you watched the almost transparent substance slide down his lip.

Your thumb reached for it, and he pressed his lips into it.

Then, he leaned over and pressed another kiss into your lips.

You parted your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue slipped back into your mouth as he groaned. Ni-ki was disregarding his pants as he leaned down. Your body pressed into the soft mattress.

His hands explored your body as you felt his hard dick press against your thigh. It was so hot.

He pulled his hand away as he rubbed his dick. He hissed in your mouth as you bucked your hips right into his tip.

His tip slightly sliding through your wet hole.

You whined in his mouth, and he bit your bottom lip. That was his way of telling you to be patient.

You took a deep breath, and Ni-ki started rubbing his dick against your clit. His thrusts were desperate as he kissed you passionately. You pulled away with a click.

Ni-ki slid himself into your hole. He was deep.

You felt him fill you up to the hilt as you moaned. "Ah~" Ni-ki held back his own moan. He was busy admiring the way your face contorted from pleasure.

You gripped his arm, and your acrylics dug into him.

Ni-ki smiled, "I make sure to get your nails done so I can feel this."

He did pay for your nails. He also pays for your hair and sometimes helps with your bills when he wants.

What were you thinking? Breaking up with a man like him.

His thick cock stretched you out as he dug back in.

You gasped so hard that it sounded like a whistle.

Ni-ki kissed you again. 

He was going so torturously slow. 

You said, "Please, go faster."

Ni-ki picked up the speed as he dug into your tight hole. You shuddered from the feeling of him going so deep.

You felt him moving your spot back further as the sharp feeling tickled your abdomen.

The feeling of ecstasy was coming closer. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer as his hot cock beat into you.

He panted, "Look at me. Open your eyes."

You stared at his dark eyes. That mole danced on his face. His hair dropped around his face. His plump pink lips just itching for another kiss from you.

The way his low eyes got darker with every moan. You said, "I can't- I'm gonna-"

His thrust got aggressive. You cried in pleasure as your pussy throbbed in heat.

You clenched around him, and Ni-ki toppled over with a groan. "Fuck! Just like that, baby!"

You kept your pussy tight as you came. You felt your hole going in and out as you panted. You were singing Ni-ki's name over and over. 

Ni-ki held you close as he came with you. He let his head sit between your breasts as he muttered, "I'm trying."

You pet his hair and say, "I know, baby."

He kissed your breast, and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Monster Movie | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader ( :0 ? )

Warnings: all of 'em. put 'em all here. mentions of disordered eating, descriptions of severe anxiety, dean is lowkey being the worst, burns, injuries, canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 3587

A/N: I'm gonna keep it very real with y'all. Please heed the warnings about anxiety and disordered eating. If I am honest, I kinda got triggered writing it as I pulled the experience of my character from my own experience in a previous relationship. Obviously, the circumstances were very different, but I used to get tonnnssss of anxiety specifically while eating that ended in me becoming malnourished because the person I was dating was so horrible to me. Dean isn't like that, though, and I guess I kind of used this chapter and this part of the character's arc to heal that pain still within me, even after years.

Please know I understand if you have to skip out on this chapter for the reasons above. The beginning of season 4 is going to be very rocky as Dean and (Y/N) continue to learn to trust each other again, but I hope to see you in the coming weeks as the storm begins to calm. Much love to you, as always.

-m

“Dean,” you breathed out, eyes filling with tears. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sat in the chair across from the bed that he’d undoubtedly put you in.

“Dean, I’m so sorry—” 

That seemed to send a ping of anger through him, but he suppressed it. “We can talk about that later. Are you okay?” 

“I think so,” you said. You pushed yourself up with a wince and noticed the gauze around your left forearm and right calf. “You did this?” 

He nodded. 

You smiled lopsidedly, cheeks heating. “Thank you.” You tried to joke lightheartedly. “You’re finally getting a hang of the right way to dress a burn.”

“Eh, I had a good teacher,” he shrugged. 

You’d missed this so much; the comfort in the mundane moments with him. 

Both of you seemed a little too scared to say anything, and you stared at your scraped up hands instead of at him. 

“I’m still pissed at you,” he stated.

You nodded. “I figured.”

Another moment of tense silence passed between you.

“Once you’re healed, I still want you gone,” Dean said. His blunt tone felt like a sucker punch to the gut.

Even still, you nodded. “That’s fair.”

Dean nodded sharply and got to his feet. When he’d nearly left the room, he turned around again. “Why aren’t you fighting me on this?”

You threw your hands up in defeat. “What do you want me to say, Dean?”

He approached the bed you were in once more. “Something. Anything. Be mad. Yell at me. Call me an asshole. Dammit, tell me what happened. Explain it all away. Just something!” 

You used the side of your thumb to apply pressure to the bridge of your nose. “Well, you pretty definitively told me to leave and not to come back at Bobby’s.”

“I gave you a choice!”

“A choice you couldn’t even begin to understand the difficulty of!” you shouted back. 

“Okay, so tell me!” he yelled. “Help me understand! Because you’re not making sense to me, (Y/N)!”

You huffed, going quiet for a moment. “I can’t,” you finally breathed out, hiding your face from him. 

Dean rolled his eyes. “Of course, you can’t,” he muttered angrily. He started back for the door. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him hesitate while he grabbed the door handle. When the door shut behind him, you felt your heart sink.

****

Being in the backseat of the Impala again was an amazing feeling. You were tired of going it alone. However, the tense atmosphere was something you could do without.

“The radio around here sucks,” Dean grumbled. He turned it off, briefly stealing a glance at his skulking brother. “Come on, man. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire.” He was making it clear he was going the route of ignoring you and only addressing you with a sharp comment when absolutely necessary.

“No, I- I agree,” Sam said half-heartedly. “It’s a hell of a case.” “A little more gusto, please.”

“It's just... the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?”

“C’mon, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time we got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case.”

****

“Oktoberfest 2008” was painted on a sign Dean drove past, and you watched people celebrating in tacky Lederhosen and barmaid costumes. 

“You stay,” Dean told you gruffly when he parked the car. 

You crossed your arms and stared out the window. 

“We still got to see the new Raiders movie,” Dean pointed at his brother as he got out of the car. 

“Saw it,” Sam replied monotonously. 

“Without me?” 

Their voices became distant as they shut the doors and walked away. 

You felt sick to your stomach. Everything you wanted to say to Dean— the things that had happened since he went to Hell, Uriel, Castiel, the things you’d done— they were all on the tip of your tongue. But then, he’d glare at you. Your heart would sink, and you’d retreat right back into yourself.

Marissa Wright was a young girl who’d been visiting the town for Oktoberfest. Strangely, she had two dark marks on her neck like a cartoonish vampire bite. At least, that was what you gathered from the pictures you’d snagged a peek at over Sam’s shoulder on the ride from the morgue to the bar Dean and Sam had left you outside of.

Frankly, Marissa Wright wasn’t interesting to you. At the moment, you were too concerned with your angel business. Uriel’s words about killing Sam loomed over you, and you felt like you couldn’t leave the Winchesters even once you were healed because of what Uriel was making you do.

Somehow, you needed to regain Dean’s trust. The idea of trying to manipulate him made you sick, but maybe it was what you needed to do to protect him. Even if he never understood why you did the things you did, at least he’d still be alive to wonder.

****

That night, you were unable to sleep. That, unfortunately, was not unusual. Yet again, you were alone in a motel room wishing to be next to Dean. 

The mirror had become your worst enemy. Shirts you’d stolen from Steven when he was a teenager hung even more loosely off you than they did before Dean died. Your arms lacked the muscle tone they once had, and you felt weaker and sicker with each passing day.

An anxiety was beginning to form within you that you’d become unhealthily dependent on Dean. You never wanted that for yourself; men had always been an accessory to you before Dean. You were complete on your own. Now, you weren’t sure what was wrong with you.

Was it that you missed Dean that much? Was it the angels? Was it the things you’d done? You supposed it was a combination of all of the above. 

****

The next morning, you opened the door to your room to see Sam. Your heart sank a bit that it wasn’t Dean, and it seemed like that much was evident based on your facial expression.

“Good to see you, too,” Sam chuckled.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Good morning, by the way.”

The brunet nodded, still seeming not to feel sure where he stood between you and his brother at the moment. “We’re leaving in five. Headed to the morgue, I think.”

“Another attack?” you asked.

Sam nodded. “Doesn’t sound anything like the last one, though.”

“Fun stuff,” you replied, pulling your boots on. “You think he’s gonna put me in the timeout chair again?”

The younger brother looked at the ground bashfully, and you sighed. “Yeah, I thought so, too.” 

****

Sure enough, Dean made you stay in the car again. It seemed he was deriving some strange satisfaction from keeping you separated from the case. Or maybe his joy came from the fact that it very visibly pissed you off.

When the boys returned to the car, you didn’t ask any questions about the case. Frankly, you weren’t interested. However, Sam was adamant about getting your input. 

“Wolf Man?” you scoffed. “Are you sure?”

“What, do you think we’re idiots?” Dean snapped.

You took a deep breath and nearly bit your tongue to keep yourself quiet. “It’s not that, Dean,” you said lowly. “It’s that it’s just sort of implausible to have found a wolf hair next to a body with its heart still intact and Dracula-accurate fang marks in that girl’s neck.”

“Thank you, Sherlock,” Dean snapped.

“Dean! Cut it out, man,” Sam warned. 

Dean seemed taken aback by Sam, but he didn’t press the issue. 

The ride remained silent until the three of you arrived at the bar Dean had left you outside the day before. 

Sam opened the door for you, encouraging you to get out despite the very obvious glares from his brother. 

Once inside the bar, you sat on the same side of the booth as Sam. Dean grumpily chomped on his burger, and Sam ate his meal silently. You didn’t even order anything; your stomach was too upset and tied in knots to properly digest anything. As soon as you tried, you knew you’d be in the bathroom puking your guts up. 

“Aren’t you gonna eat something?” Sam asked you.

You shook your head. 

“C’mon, not even a bite of mine?” he tried again.

You shook your head once more, feeling too shaky to say anything.

Dean looked up from his burger momentarily to address you. “C’mon, (Y/N), you gotta eat something.” His tone was still guarded, but it was nowhere near as harsh as it had been in the car.

“I’m fine,” you mustered out. 

You could feel Dean’s eyes on you, but you just stared down at the table in front of you and took a sip of your water.

The pretty blonde waitress, Jamie, bounded up to the table with two more beers for Sam and Dean. 

“Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon,” she said, referencing the most recent victim. 

Dean nodded. “Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department.”

“Well, beers are on me,” she replied with a smile. Then, she turned to Dean confidently. “And, just so you know, I get off at midnight tonight.”

“Oh, it's not another, uh, girls' night out?” Dean smirked up at her.

Your stomach fell to your shoes, and rage bubbled in your chest. However, you knew your anger was misplaced. He wasn’t yours anymore, and you needed to accept that.

Jamie returned his playful smile. “Doesn't have to be.”

“Okay, then. I'll see you tonight.”

“Okay, then.” And, with that, she left.

Sam noticed your discomfort, but he couldn’t offer you anything more than an empathetic look.

Without even noticing you, Dean said, “Hey, you think this Dracula could turn into a bat? That would be cool.”

**** Another murder, except this time, committed by a mummy. However, you and the brothers determined the “mummy” was using special effects from a prop house in Philadelphia to enhance his monstrous performance. You were either dealing with a Silence-of-the-Lamb-level psychopath, or… you weren’t really sure. Truth be told, you weren’t devoting even a half of your attention to this case. That seemed to put Dean off, slightly, and it made him even more sure you should be kept in the car. Secretly, you thought it was because he was worried about your wounds, but you also knew there was a really strong chance he just did not want to see you.

When Dean realized he’d be late for his date with Jamie, your heart sank. Still, Dean ran off and left you and Sam behind to investigate.

“(Y/N),” Sam said, turning to you. “You have got to eat something. You look like hell.”

“Don’t worry about me, Sam,” you responded absently. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Talk to me.”

You continued to poke around the sarcophagus. “No,” you snapped. You realized how harsh you sounded. “I’m sorry, that was mean. I just— I can’t. I’m sorry.”

You could feel Sam scanning your face, but he just nodded slowly.

“I really am sorry, Sam,” you said sincerely.

His tone was soft and understanding. “I know you are.” 

As much as you didn’t really trust him as a result of the whole “Ruby” ordeal, Sam had a way of making you feel seen. He really was an incredible friend to you, and you hated what you felt your relationship was turning into. 

Not even ten minutes later, Sam got a call from Dean. With a panicked expression on his face, Sam gave you a look that meant the two of you needed to leave at that moment. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “Is Dean okay?” Your heart pounded in your throat.

“Dracula attacked,” Sam replied as he tried to hail a cab. 

“What?!” 

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s all I know right now.”

As soon as you made it to the bar, you burst through the doors. When you saw Dean sitting at a table with Jamie, your heart sank in the midst of your relief.

“Hey,” Sam called out, trailing behind you. “You guys all right?” Dean sighed. “Yeah, I think so. And I think I know what's going on.” He put a folded towel down on the table.

“Yeah?” his brother replied.

“Part of it, at least.”

You hesitantly reached out to the towel, trying to keep your distance from Jamie and Dean. He eyed you curiously while you opened the towel. An ear was inside. You lightly touched it; immediately recoiling as you realized what it was. 

“Shifter,” you stated, keeping your eyes anywhere but on Dean’s.

“Oh, man,” Sam huffed.

Dean nodded. “Just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee. Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh—” he took a medallion out of his pocket and tossed it to Sam. “This, I uh, pulled it off during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon.”

Sam scoffed when he read it. “It's a costume rental.”

“All three monsters— the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the mummy— all the same critter; which means we need to catch this freak before he Creature From the Black Lagoons somebody.”

Jamie’s voice broke in. “So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and The X-Files are real?”

You didn’t miss how Jamie failed to include you in the analogy.

“No, The X-Files is a TV show. This is real,” Dean replied.

“Oh.” The blonde looked down at the table in front of her.

“Okay, so, the stagecraft, the costuming—” Sam pointed out, “it's like he's trying to re-enact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murders.”

Jamie furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait a second. Who the hell is Mina?”

“Mina?” Sam questioned. 

“Yeah. That's what he called Jamie,” Dean nodded. “And he called me Mr. Harker.”

You bit the inside of your lip. “Characters from the original Drac movies and novels. Harker’s Mina’s fiancé. Dracula’s obsessed with Mina. Seems he fixated on you, darlin’,” you nodded at Jamie, pushing down your jealousy.

You knew it was twisted to be jealous of a girl getting stalked, but it was just solidifying in your mind that Dean wasn’t yours anymore. And it was all your fault.

“Wow. Lucky me,” Jamie groaned.

“But to fixate on you, my guess is that the shifter has to have seen you before or been around you,” Sam added.

Dean turned to the blonde. “Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?”

“I don't know, Dean. It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I... wait a second. There is Ed.”

“ ‘Ed Brewer’ Ed?” Sam asked. You assumed it was someone they’d met earlier on the hunt; possibly while you were confined to the car.

“Yeah. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night. But, you know, I don't think he's the type of guy—”

“Where does Ed live?” Dean asked, cutting her off.

“I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's the projectionist there.”

Sam looked to you and jerked his head toward the door. You turned on your heel, hearing Sam ask Dean to take care of “Mina” before he followed behind you. Anger bubbled in your chest, but you were trying to keep your feelings from seeping out.

****

You cocked your gun against the back of the head of Mr. Ed Brewer. 

“Whoa!” Brewer asked, holding his hands up in surrender. “W-Wait just one second, okay?” He tried to turn around to face you.

“Don’t move,” you commanded, voice eerily cold.

“W-What do you want?”

“You know what you did, Ed,” you replied.

“What?”

“I know what you are.”

“I'm not anything. I just like to play the Casio,” the man pleaded.

Sam nodded at Ed’s skull. “Had time to grow the ear back, huh?”

“What?!” He tried to turn around again.

“I said don’t fucking move,” you sneered.

Brewer froze again.

Sam tugged on Ed’s ear, but it wouldn’t budge. “It's supposed to come off.”

“No, it’s not!” he replied.

“You’re right,” you stated evenly. “I’m gonna walk away now. You don’t move until exactly two minutes after you hear the last of my footsteps, okay?”

“Okay, okay—”

You cut Ed off by pistol whipping him on the back of the head. He slumped to the floor, and you quickly rushed out of the room.

You caught Sam giving you strange looks, but you completely ignored them. “What did we miss, Sam?”

“Uh—”

“Sam! What did we miss?”

“Give me a second, (Y/N)!”

"We may not have ‘a second’!”

“The fuck are you in such a rush for?” he asked. 

“We don’t have time to talk about this, Sam,” you replied, voice becoming even again. “We gotta find this fucker, so I can—” you cut yourself off, nearly biting your tongue to avoid bringing up the angels and your “mission.” First and foremost, you were supposed to be keeping them safe. If you weren’t with Dean, you had no assurance that you were doing your job. 

“So you can what, (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“I can’t tell you,” you answered sharply.

Thankfully, Sam just huffed and shook his head. 

****

When you got back to the bar, you strutted through the front doors that were surprisingly unlocked. As soon as you entered the bar, you felt uneasy. 

“Dean?” you called hesitantly. 

Sam just chuckled and took out his phone. “Dean, hey listen. Uh, Ed is not our guy. Um, I'm guessing you're at home with Jamie, so just give me a call, okay?”

While he left his voicemail, you walked over to the table Dean and Jamie had been sitting at. You stopped short at a broken bottle on the floor, and a napkin had a lipstick color on it you hadn’t seen Jamie wearing.

“Sam,” you said, feeling slightly choked.

He walked over to you and looked down at the napkin. “Lucy,” he murmured.

“Wait, Jamie’s friend?” you asked.

Sam nodded. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” you sighed heavily. 

****

Sam tracked Dean’s cell phone as you sped to the house the signal pinged at. As soon as the car was parked, you were sprinting up the stairs to the door of the house. Sam picked the lock, and you burst in, sneaking around with your gun drawn. 

You nodded for Sam to check upstairs while you went to check downstairs. Quietly, you slinked down the stairs with cat-like grace. Silently, you were hoping you’d be finding Jamie instead of Dean to avoid the awkward rescue scenario. 

Alas, your prayers were not answered. You entered the dark basement and saw a large, medieval looking torture device in the center of the room. Dean grunted while he tried to make it out of his chains, muttering the odd, “Dammit!” 

You lowered your gun as you rounded the device. “Dean?” You came to a stop in front of him, feeling everything in you wanting to run right out of the room.

“Get me outta here, would ya?” His tone was harsh.

You nodded obediently, wanting to avoid fighting with him as much as possible. It upset you that Dean could make the Lederhosen Dracula had dressed him in work. 

“Where’s Sam?” he asked.

You nodded at the stairs. 

“Silent treatment?” Dean scoffed. “Mature.”

“Stop, Dean, please,” you begged quietly. You hated that your voice came out as more of a whine than anything. Then, you rushed out of the room in an attempt to avoid any further conflict. 

When you heard a loud crash upstairs, you ran up the steps to the second floor. Dean followed close behind and burst into the room the scuffling sounds seemed to be coming from. 

Immediately, Dracula tackled Dean. “And you, Harker, now you die.” Dean choked out, “How 'bout now you shut the fuck up?”

With Dean trying to shield himself on the floor, you waited for Dracula to raise his sternum up enough for you to fire. Just as the monster was about to finish Dean off, you shot him once in the chest.

“Silver?” the monster said, seeming mystified. He looked up at you menacingly holding your gun. “It was beauty that killed the beast. No, Mina, do not weep.” He dramatically collapsed into a chair. “Perhaps this is how the movie should end.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, immediately turning on your heels to walk out of the room.

****

The next day, you slumped down in the back seat of the Impala while Dean and Jamie made out just outside the passenger’s side window. 

Faintly, you heard Jamie say, “Well, thank you, G-Man. You have been a great service to your country.” “Oh, yes, I'm very, very patriotic,” he responded flirtatiously.

You scoffed, pulling your gun out of the bag on the seat next to you to clean it. 

When the two brothers finally bid Jamie goodbye and got down into the car, Dean turned his eyes to you in the rearview mirror. “Jamie said to thank you.” He stared at you in the rearview mirror waiting for you to respond.

You never answered, and Dean just shook his head and started driving.

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[theredkennedys]

my au my rules. this au is literally called Chucker Spiderverse AU in the archived discord thread so be warned oooOoOOoooOo . gay men OoooooOo

writing out the backstory that me and my friend Donut have been working on for the better part of a year, most of it was inspired by the new itsv movie that was released then. and because I don't plan on writing anything huge for this I'd like my brainstorming to have a wider audience.

All art posted is most likely @franklindonuts , aka Donut the cocreator of this shit,,,hey buddy😆 go show him some love pleeeease

you can see my art of this au here

this will 100% be somewhat incomprehensive but hey I'm just a fag having fun and I was born yesterday🧚‍♀️

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Tucker is the spiderman in his universe with Church as his "guy in the chair". (Putting it out there that this Church is Alpha, which is significant later on.)

They both share an apartment, I don't think I ever specified why but probably for school reasons. They're both young adults, I want to say around 19-21, similar to their Blood Gulch years.

Tucker loves being spiderman. He loves helping people, being almost an idol for people- a lot of jokes were thrown around about that:

Imagine Tucker after he got his sword. He has a genuine purpose now and he's going to be good at it.

but goddd Tucker is Tucker and is stupid and reckless. being spiderman doesn't make him invincible but he loves to think otherwise. he pushes himself too far too often because he knows if he doesn't he wouldn't be able to sleep at night if someone got hurt when he was taking it "easy". Church knows this but he's still pissed off when Tucker comes back bloodied and bruised from a Villain of the Week that he shouldn't have taken on :/

(Donut art)

mental illness

It's literally just the Spiderman Effect. No one will Ever be able to understand what it's like to be spiderman but other spiders, regardless of how much you tell them or show them, they won't get it. and Church doesn't Get it. He's not stupid, he understands WiTh GrEaT PoWeR y'know but there's a mental toll that can't be communicated in a way that makes sense :/

regardless, Church hates it but he also hates how much he cares about Tucker. Cocreator said that he figured they were both close and willing to become A Thing but the time was never right, and Tucker was scared of liking a dude, etc. Normal stuff between these two. But they're insanely close, I'd like to think even moreso after Tucker's whole spiderman thing and the fact that Church also has to realize that Tucker is not invincible.

(despite them not being A Thing, Donut art of The Spiderman kiss and other gay shit)

Now this is the kicker of why I said to take note of the fact this is Alpha Church specifically.

Now I'm aware of the clowning on the whole "canon event" thing and some people's opinion on it (mostly that it's dumb and cliche), but I find it a very unique and convenient way to give a character a significant plot boost.

That being said, Tucker's "canon event" is Church's death.

I don't ever think I solidified how/why he dies, moreso that it's just a wrong-place wrong-time type of thing. Some brainstorming from Donut about it:

but i never asked him for elaboration so I don't know what the fuck he's talking about. anyway

Tucker finds Church similar to how Miles found Peter in the first Spiderverse movie. He doesn't know what to do. He's frantic and scared and horrified that his best friend is coughing up blood with raspy breaths.

(Alpha s10 parallel with tex lalalala)

Obviously. Obbbviousllyy Tucker is distraught and inconsolable. Something something he has the Worst depression of his life. He doesn't know what to do with himself, the one person who knew about everything is gone, and I'm sorry (not) lol but it's not like in rvb where Church revives 8 times before dying like a normal person.

Church was always there for Tucker and he's at a loss of what to do now because, despite the threat of it, he should've never died. It wasn't even a concern in his head ever because it seemed so unlikely.

Tucker doesn't know what to do with himself, he wouldn't have gotten this far without Church. But really, it was All Tucker. All Church did was give him little tech bits to help him function better but it was All Tucker. But he isn't able to realize that through everything and it ruins him.

I will have to make a continuation post because I love adding images and Just hit the mobile limit🧚‍♀️

thanks for reading if you got this far

[what-a-strange-creature]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 bea’s books of 2024 in review ᯓᡣ𐭩

I've been in a reading slump over the past few years, so I set a fairly low reading goal for 2024 -- just 12 books, one book a month. I'm happy to say I accomplished that 🎉

I'm in the middle of a handful of books now, so maybe I'll finish some more before the year is officially out.

currently reading:

Thirst by Marina Yuszczuk (fiction, bought new) The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams by Nasdijj (nonfiction, bought used) Doppelganger by Naomi Klein (nonfiction, e-book)

*This list won't include fanfiction, or any books I've reread, which is what I spent a majority of my time reading 🫢*

what i read in 2024: 1. Tokyo Ueno Station by Yū Miri | 5/5 stars

I read this book in the first week of January, and it has been a tough one to beat. I cried three times during this book. I finished it in a handful of hours -- it's not a long book, but it's also so captivating I couldn't put it down. Haunting. Beautiful. Highly recommend.

2. Twisted Love by Ana Huang | 2/5 stars

A friend gave me this book, insisting that I would love it. At the time, we'd just had a conversation about ~spicy books, so I told her I'd give it a shot even though I was skeptical. Big no from me. Totally mediocre. I would read it if it was fanfic about characters I'm familiar with, but even then it's not the first thing I would click on as I'm browsing through AO3. That coupled with the fact that a person has to (potentially) pay for it to read it is enough for me to dislike it. The sex scenes aren't fun. The story is annoying. Sorry if you like it. That's my opinion.

3. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides | 5/5 stars

Yes, I saw the movie before I read the book. Yes, I love the book so much more than the movie. Is this the perfect book about the male gaze and disillusionment? Maybe, maybe not. I haven't read a better one yet. (But if you know one, please tell me what it is because I love reading about these themes!) I still think about it all the time, the prose are genius, the first person plural POV is so clever. One of my all-time favorites.

4. Priest by Sierra Simone | 2/5 stars

I read this because my coworker told me the sex scenes were amazing and the fact that it was a smutty book about a priest interested me. I was in it for a few chapters, but once the first sex scene had come and gone (lol), I was completely out of it. I skimmed the rest of it after that. I wanted more angsty yearning, which was my fault, I guess. It was better than Twisted Love, but not by much. Naturally, things got misogynistic in some parts. Like, there was a little detail that made me think "oops, I do that during sex, guess I need to be insecure about that now," which is so fun and great. I'm going to stop taking recommendations from my work friends.

5. The Stranger by Albert Camus | 3/5 stars

I listened to this as an audiobook because I was at work and it was short enough that I could finish it in one shift. I also wanted to actually read something by Camus, because I had only ever listened to people summarize his work, and all of their reviews felt too truncated, like they're missing some vital details for the sake of brevity. Now that I've read it? I'm still missing something. And it's not for lack of trying or knowledge or nuance or understanding of historical context or anything like that. I appreciate the existence of this book and the work of Camus, and to a point I'm on board with his approach to the absurd, but his conclusions just piss me off. I want to try to read more of his work, because there are people I respect that respect him and his philosophy... So I guess we'll see what future me has to say. The story itself is fine. I can see why schools make this required reading.

6. Sociopath: A Memoir by Patric Gagne | 3/5 stars

This was another audiobook I listened to over a couple of days. I liked it at the time, but a few days later, I looked up reviews and some people were saying that there were fundamental parts of it that weren't true. I didn't do any research on that accusation; it's not like I'm a professional critic, and I'm not writing an academic paper using this book as a source. I've mostly forgotten it all at this point, anyway.

7. The Queer Art of Failure by Jack Halberstam | 4/5 stars

This is a pretty cool book about queer theory and media. I read it for fun, so I haven't looked at any reviews or critiques or complementary works, so forgive me if this isn't The Best book about queer theory and media. But I liked it. I'd like to read it again. It prompted me to watch The Piano Teacher, which fucked me up but also deeply impacted me.

8. Perfume by Patrick Suskind | 3/5 stars

This is a book that The Queer Art of Failure prompted me to read. I found the themes more interesting than the plot itself. The middle of the book, once the protagonist isolates himself in the mountain, has been the most memorable part for me.

9. Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu | 4/5 stars

LESBIAN VAMPIRE NATION RISE. What a classic.

10. This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone | 4/5 stars

This book really resonated with me when I first read it, but as time goes on, that excitement is fading a bit. It's worth noting that this was my second attempt at this book. The first time, I tried reading it as an e-book, and I couldn't stay focused. This time, I listened to it in one sitting, which really held my attention. The letters between Red and Blue made me cry multiple times. Definitely The Book for fans of star-crossed lovers that are doomed to fail. Definitely not for people who prefer literal, tactile imagery as opposed to poetic metaphors; I will be the first to admit that the threads of time, and their methods for delivering their letters, were ridiculous to visualize. But it was fun and romantic. Give it a listen.

11. I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid | 5/5 stars

This book goes so hard. I could scream about this for days. Atmospheric. Suspenseful. Strange. Emotional. Beautiful. Gut-wrenching. One of my favorite books now. It has changed me in ways that I don't even understand yet. I haven't seen the movie yet (I don't have Netflix anymore), but honestly I don't know if I want to watch it. I'd rather just read the book again.

12. Animal Farm by George Orwell | 5/5 stars

Somehow, I never had to read this for school. I'm well aware of the book's themes and historical context and whatnot through cultural osmosis, but actually listening to it myself was sick.

[ggitty]

(JN anon) Most likely, they loved doing stuff in the background both in the movie and the show. (It took me multiple rewatches to notice that the ice cream cone kid Jimmy nearly scooters into is in a later scene hanging off the side of the Candy Bar when Jimmy arrives to it.)

It's a very short one-scene-wonder. There are bigger oddities about that game. xD

Complete with a giant transparent brain, because we have to be on the nose as possible. :P

And he's literally just a giant white-haired Jimmy with a goatee and "devil horns". (Better yet, they all fight for control of the body and it ends when them beating themselves up.)

I knew I heard that name before. Neat!

Wouldn't be shocked if the Jetsons was another inspiration, we know Star Wars and Star Trek certainly were.

Archiving is such an underappreciated job, but it's a very important one. There's so stuff out there you wouldn't have thought existed, but it was a real thing!

I just want something more concrete so we know whether to start setting expectations or if we're left dry again.

I've also read that Keith wished he could have done more musical stuff with the show. But y'know, limitations and time.

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(For the other ask)

That or having shaved sides. It's either him or Jimmy that's getting the mullet when they're older.

I had just managed to find it right after I sent the ask. xD

True. And with that, it's cool that Judy managed to avoid most "sexy mom" tropes. (Dexter's Lab is a little wild looking back, but that's par for the course with a lot of 90's stuff.)

Yeah, I've seen the stuff that came out from just Spongebob alone. Wild that someone found NSFW in the data discs of PS1 Spongebob games.

Oooh, and what would that be~?

(Sorry for the wait, as promised: Since posting links is a tight-rope walk, I'm just gonna say search "Jimmy Neutron Heritage Auctions" and "Jimmy Neutron Worthpoint". Also "Jimmy Neutron Dora mascots", have fun!)

Hey, sorry it took me so long to reply! (literally a month damn)

I don't know exactly why it happened, I just couldn't write a proper answer for a long time (I wrote it and then deleted it probably 3 times just because I didn't like the way I answered, it just didn't feel right, and it pissed me off) And, when I was going to do it last week, I accidentally saw that the Nicktoons united fandom was having an event on tumblr I felt kind of redundant with my solo JN yapping, so I decided to wait until they were done lol

ANY WAY!!

Yes probably, I mean whole game is such a dream and I honestly love it lol I just wish that back in my childhood, I don't get lost in game and actuality got to the ending. The ending would be such a memory to have, especially considering that I have like 0 sens of humor back in a day's, and my reaction would be so fun to remember now lol

YES, and it made me laugh more than I should lol

NO BUT THIS IS SUCH A CANON It's honestly harder to see universe in with they did not beat themselves up lol

Oh definitely! I forever respect people that archives, preserve and even recreate old stuff that otherwise be lost! Site's like Internet Archive are like a version Library of Alexandria of our time and I forever cherish people who preserve all this small random stuff for us to see! Recently, I even started making my own copies, albeit very basic ones, of small fan sites that I care about. Like, even if it's not much, it will still be something if anything happens to these sites lol (I really hope it doesn't happen, but sometimes I just get anxious lol) Oh yes, definitely! I'm not even trying to start sets some expectations before I hear some real conformation that we actually gonna get something And yes, especially considering reputation that original get for its visual years later But also, I mean, I think that people REALLY overreacted to Shrek 5 teaser in all ways possible lol (and they also forgot the Puss in boots TLW asmr teaser, but I don't)

And I agree that this its either september or january, from all the spots. But I would aim towards september, because november is a really hot spot for release a big projects and december is a spot for a “dead titles”, because they are completely overshadowed by big release (and after like 2 weeks they are sent to die into a streaming limbo) (btw still have no idea who decide that life action Rugrats is a good idea. did life action FoP teach us nothing as a society)

MAN, ITS REMINDED ME HOW MUCH MUSICAL NUMBERS THEIR ARE IN THE SHOW Like, I remember re-watching the show and realizing how much of these random musical numbers are in it lol Now I know who is responsible for that lol -----------------

And then he is proceeding to just shaved sides but doesn't trim the whole length, and he's get one of shaved sides and mullet lol If I had a dollar for each time that world makes me think about Jimmy thigh a mullet, I'd have 2. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice Yes, defiantly. They know their boundaries enough so it doesn't become here defiant feature in the show (also yes, looking beck some stuff was there not just for a simple artistic expression)

Ahamha I look it up and I just so curious to why to put it in the game files lol I remember something that sometimes artist and animators back in days add some stuff as a joke/tradition (before rise of VHS tapes where you can pause in any frame to look at it) So its like was here for people who know, but others didn't notice it lol With the rise of VHS it was replaced by other blink you miss type of moments that you supposed to find if you're observant enough. Maybe this was something like this in their minds, like you defiantly can't and wasn't supposed to see it in game, just in a game files lol

And don't you worry about the fact that you can't post link! It honestly makes this only more fun for me, because I can get sidetrack in google images and found more of this lol Also, mascots is such a meme icon that it haunts almost any JN video hnanhf

BTW Funko Jimmy, Carl and Sheen official exist (as well as the hunted ai generated image based of Sheens funko that is tbh is atrociously hilarious)

[shirogane-oushirou]

sorry for being a gacha player, it will happen again u_u posting this here bc i talk about selfship stuff + i crush on a number of these ops KNSKDJNK so. yknow. look at these funny lil guys lala~

more detail under the cut bc i made this so complicated for myself LMAO ;; also, original is here!

(ALSO i made and drafted this a number of weeks back so the "recent op" stuff is out of date kjsndfkjn but i am Nawt going back and changing it. <3 )

[cw mentions of an irl cheating scandal and a meme that could maybe? trigger emeto]

first 6*: angelina... pubby... she's nowhere near meta anymore lmaoooo but she's still special to me. she's Baby. i think she might have also been my first e2 6*?

recent 6*: i very suddenly acquired uhhh walter, g.nosis, logos, f.lametail, n.earl alter, and -- the recent shop op -- e.benholz within like a 1-2wk period jndkfjn. my materials.... i don't even have enough to e2 him rn, i'm out of chip catalysts (and red certs so i can't buy more in the shop) ;;

(i have e2'd him since i drafted this post. took a good bit of grinding tho ;;;)

favorite operator: i like.... too many ops....... this is me really weeding out a ton of ops i love. of the ones there:

> s.esa looks like oushirou and is (outwardly) a huge loser KNJASKJDN <3 he acts super chuuni but there's more going on underneath. love that archetype sm. you're such a weenie, come make out w me about it ^^ > courier is voiced by h.irakawa d.aisuke aka my fav voice actor. absolutely love courier.... if they ever give him an alter i'll scream and cry and frow up. tbch i was on the fence wrt trying the game out for MONTHS, and then my friend played a bit on stream, put courier on his squad, i heard his voice, and... i immediately downloaded it ndkfvnkdfjn i am not immune to my fav VA or a cute musk deer guy who's been through A LOT.... > m.udrock.... she's so cool.... and so strong.... i love that i started playing right before the twilight of w.olumonde rerun so i knew what she looked like as a boss character but nothing more than that, and so when i drew her in the gacha later it was like :0 BUT YOU'RE A BOSS CHARACTER?? HUH?? > mountainnnnn who's played by another fav VA, n.akai k.azuya!!! (same va as my f/o gray aha oho :3 ) also very cool and strong, interesting backstory, and. i mean. he's pretty......... ///;; > every single s.kadi KJASNDKJNKJN i'm so happy this official joke art exists. i love stoic a.byssal hunter s.kadi... i love hivemind, apocalypse-inducing s.kadi... i think i.shar'mla is so inch resting... love my fish wife.

least favorite: ok so i'm cheating a little. i don't like catapult (long, unskippable recruitment spiel, constantly ruined my early auto annihilation runs back when that was a thing -- not stuff that's really her fault as a Person in a Story, but as a Game Mechanic...;;). but even though this is an inventory meme and i don't have him... god i hate p.assenger. not through any fault of his own, though...

[CW CHEATING] he's voiced by t.akahiro s.akurai, aka the olympic-gold-medalist-level adulterer who was found to have cheated on his wife and lead his side girlfriend on for a FUCKING DECADE. used to love his voice, but it just pisses me off now, and i DESPISE that he hasn't faced much backlash role-wise (he was recast in the new m.ononoke movie though. HA. sucks to suck, asshole). so. to the garbage can w you, p.assenger. :(

most used: probably either t.horns or s.aria -- they're both the first ones i go to when making a team for new stages. ol' reliables. HOWEVER.... i think walter might be in the running eventually, she's just so new that i'd feel like i'm cheating to add her on.

most built op: either s.aria or walter, maybe? s.aria is M9, both modules (not full level), lvl 80, pot 1. walter is currently on-par w other ops in some regards and better in others -- M3, full module, max lvl, whatever -- but she is pot 5, and i want to M6 her at some point. i love her. she's broken but that makes it more fun to see her in action. mwah, blows her a kissie that she swats out of the air ^^

[fandomshatewomen]

The post about booktube and the «romance books are anti-intellectual and make women dumb”  reminded me at a very specific brand of obnoxious booktuber I, and this is incredibly embarrassing to admit, did fall for for a while until they talked about books I had actually read and I noticed their grift.

Their tactic is mocking these typical “shallow, dumb woman books” under a thin veneer of social justice framing, but if you look closer at the kinds of opinions they hold about women, but especially the women who read these books and the protagonists of these books, you can see that in truth they are just misogynists who want to position themselves as not like other girls and oh so smart because they hate things.

This seems to be a genre of booktube that runs quite well, so there are dozens of dozens of these, but the two who personally piss me off the most are withcindy and CrowCaller.

Withcindy is 95 percent “I swear, I am rude and snarky, so I am not like other girls and saying stuff like women shouldn’t have rights because I hate reading dark romance books is therefor cool and okay” and 5 percent actual person talking about racism, queerphobia, etc, of which the latter was just common enough to fool me into thinking the social justice veneer was anything but cover for her raging misogyny.

She is also very hypocritical and subjective while claiming she is an objective; she mocks popular romantasy on and on, how it is oh so brain-rotting and heteronormative, except for when there suddenly is a romantasy book she likes which has no distinguishing features from the other ones, but because she personally likes it it suddenly is objectively good and not included in the “dumb romantasy” category.

She started out just reviewing books, but by now has also branched out into being condescending about popular girl movies (usually in cooperation with other youtubers), and in particularly has a weird hate boner for Joey King for… some reason.

CrowCaller, who sadly also is on tumblr (crow-caller), built her channel pretty much entirely on mocking older (2000-2015) Young Adult books targeted at girls, breaking down their plot with slightly disbelieving, oh so superior voice, interrupted by segments outlining problematic tropes. Said segments would be valuable talk about mental health, disability, queer topics and feminism out of context, but in context it is pretty visible that this is not their actual purpose, they are meant to hide the superiority complex towards the teen girls in 2000-2015 reading these books.

Fearmongering included. Yes, this book didn’t handle this serious topic well. No, that does not mean that every teen reading this will imitate this in real life and that this book is responsible for the teens who do did the serious thing in real life.

From the books she reviewed I do know it became quite visible that she either doesn’t comprehend most of the plots, or purposefully misrepresents it. Which, and this is another obnoxious thing, but hey, at least tumblr has a working block function, she also spams into the tags of these small fandoms. Completely unwarranted vitriol towards the fans and future installments of the few series that are still ongoing in some form included.

Her entire channel is just, and of course she doesn’t say that aloud, but it is the undercurrent of every video: “Look how cringe, dumb and pathetic these teenage girls were”.

Definitely something to look out for when searching for new booktubers. Hate how these kind of people can make money from their misogyny and have, thanks to their big followings, the most power to shape opinion about these fandoms.

Hey sorry I'm on my way to work rn so I don't have time to do research. But I might weigh in later this week!!

mod ali

[silly-plays-p3r]

<< >> *pokes this blog with a stick to see iif it's dead or not* you doin aight? get any farther?

*startled awake* Ah! huh?

Yes. Alive. TT0TT Just haven't had a chance to play. u_u (stuff is stuffing regardless if I want it to or not, in another week I'll be going on vaycay for a week so.......well I'll probs get farther on my Steam Deck ver but I'm still in April there fjdklsajf TT0TT).

Wait no, slight lie. We got to play once (a week ago?). We got the Kyoto trip (Bebe was there! Yay!). The slap happened tho (NOOOO BOOOO! D:<), and from what I remember it was even more uncalled for than the other versions. So yeah that solidified that "no matter how nice you make Yukari sound, her actions still piss me the fuck off"

Anyway hot spring scene, Junpei still a doucher. REALLY WEIRD they changed it???? Felt more like a 3D ver of P3P's for some reason???? (i don't usually play the male's side with P3P so I don't have it as memorized as the FeMC side or 3/FES vers). Like???? You removed the ONE kinda cool thing about P3's hot spring scene and it was the interaction! P3P gets a pass because it's in VN style so it's choices. But what's P3R's excuse???? TT0TT Why did you get rid of the interaction in exchange for dialogue choices????

They also changed the ending porting iirc.....? Maybe there's more than 2 endings. But it did make me go like...."why?"

I think it's the movie's influence again, I successfully got out, we made a break for the entrance. But unlike the movie they all got out, with Junpei/Ryo fainting by the entrance rather than in the hot spring itself.

I......don't really see the need to change it tbh, it made more sense for Junpei/Ryo to faint while we waited out IN the hot spring...but maaaaybe there's other routes and I just didn't see them. I'll have to find out later when I.....reload it. BU

Anyway, Chidori died. Junpei was sad. I was apathetic as usual. I think I'm in Tartarus now.

Maybe I'll play more this week. Maybe I'll nut up and try to play Fortnite (I hate multiplayer games with a passion), but I want the Korra stuff. ;w; Do I have to play PVP to do the battle pass? Can't I just do PVE? (sorry off topic, but that's my dilemma atm). Gonna be honest, I thought Persona would get me into that damned game, but nope. TT0TT Korra beat them to it

Oh back to P3R round up.....I did get to start Mitsu's SL! :D

I think my line up of SLs is looking pretty snazzy, I might max them all!

I do think P3R could've given us a LITTLE more wiggle room. Couldn't give us that lil URL thing a biiiiit sooner? >_> Just make it more expensive for crying out loud! That should balance it!

Of course maybe they didn't do that so they could cover up for the (still?) lack of mini games in the damn game (really? you couldn't copy and paste the P5 fishing game???? I see a damn pier in the background while I'm on the school rooftop! TT0TT)

At least I'm pretty sure I haven't seen a mini game around flkdjasflkja

Anyway that's my P3R round up! ....WAIT! ONE MORE THING! jklsdjf;ksaf

This didn't happen to me. But my friend/ex-coworker is playing it on gamepass and kfljasdlkfjkajf jklfdsjafl;jak snnnnnrrrkkk dfkslfjlk;ajfljafl

He had like 90 some hours in it and......he got booted back to the tutorial day TT0TT And is back to level 1 kfdljasklfj;alf

He asked me what happened and I was like "????? I dunno man??? TT0TT Never happened to me before fjdklasjfl this wouldn't happen if you did the PS2/PSP vers jsdklafj Maybe it's gamepass??? You sure it's not NG+? Did you leave it running"

"No!"

So he could be messing with me, or he got a weird glitch but rip to him if true. u_u If it was a glitch, wow Atlus/Xbox wow fkdjsal;fjkadjf

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - Careful He-man

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan Walker

The bath feels fantastic but I don't stay in too long because one... the movie two... I've been in water all day and three... Emmett is out in the bedroom on the cell-phone.

He told me it was his dad which may be really, really confusing for him right now.

I crack myself up.

I get myself settled on the couch and he comes down looking upset.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to help you out of the tub. You shouldn't have to do this right now."

"I'm okay. Can you sit with me?"

And somehow I am.

Did I prefer last time when he wrapped me all up?

Of course.

Am I incapable of drying myself off and slipping on some undies?

No.

"Of course, let me get us something to drink."

I didn't realize how thirsty I am until he says that.

"Please."

I suck down about half the bottle and he's watching me, wide-eyed, when I finish.

"You must have gotten into trouble in college, Finn. That's a heck of a chug."

I shrug because my brain immediately tries to think of a sucking cock joke.

Swallowing, am I right?

All the better to suck your cock with, my dear?

No, crap, now it's too late.

"Need anything else?"

"Just you."

"I hope you're not too sore, Finn, was that too much?"

"Shhh, movie. I'm okay. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

I wanna stay in the little bit of headspace I have and watch my movie.

Then it's story time.

I can adult tomorrow.

"Of course, sorry."

There's only about twenty minutes left and I look at the clock when it's over.

"It's the weekend, you can stay up a little later if you want to."

I do but story.

Plus, he looks tired.

"No, wanna snuggle. You'll read to me?"

"I promised, didn't I? Brush your teeth first and I'll meet you up there."

"Kay."

He has adult house crap to do but I don't.

I just have to brush my teeth and climb into bed and it's glorious.

He brings me up my night cup and then steals the bathroom for a minute.

I worry that he's worried.

As he's climbing in to bed I tell him.

"I had a lot of fun tonight Emmett... lots."

He smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

"Good. Me too, Darling. Now, chapter three."

********

Sunday morning I have to almost beg him to fuck my face.

He's sure as hell into it once he does and I think he's just worried that it might be too much but it's my ass that's sore, not my throat.

I shower first, like always because I am definitely stickiest, then lounge around until he's done.

"Let's scrounge up something for breakfast," he says and I am definitely all for that plan.

"Do you have any cereal?"

"I do. Or I could make waffles or eggs."

His kitchen is much better stocked then mine.

"Um, then I want waffles please."

"You got it."

I sit at the table because I can see him from here and he reaches into a cabinet and grabs a box of pancake mix.

A bowl, spoon, measuring cup and waffle iron appear and then he opens the box.

It's new and he pulls the full bag up a little bit so that he can get a good grip on it.

Then he pulls. Too hard.

Pancake mix erupts like Mt. Vesuvius and flies through the air, covering half the kitchen.

"Careful He-man," I joke, trying not to breathe it in or laugh too hard.

"You're only supposed to be rough with me, Emmett, not with everything."

He was pissed but now he's smiling and he sits down next to me.

He has mix in his hair, on his shoulders and all over his shirt.

"You made a mess."

"Yes I did. Let me get this cleaned up real quick and I'll see if there's enough left to make some waffles."

He brings out the vacuum and then wipes down most of the surfaces in the kitchen.

"I'm gonna need a shower, I think."

I'm not arguing, he's right.

"I can make the waffles."

"No, damn it, you're gonna let me take care of you a little bit before you run away back to the big, bad world."

Not arguing with that either.

"Okay, I'll wait."

While he's gone I think about his big, bad world comment and I realize that it's Sunday and I should be in mass.

I've missed a few weeks lately and after yesterday I probably need it more than ever.

I can still make the late mass if I leave after breakfast and I have a suit here.

Yes, I should go, it'll do me good.

"Back, let's make some waffles."

He was quick.

The waffles don't take long either and he gives me the first one.

I'm halfway done when he sits down and I tell him that I want to leave in about half an hour so I can make it to mass.

"I have no problem with you going to church Finnegan, none but I was hoping we'd talk today. I think we need to. Any chance you want to come back afterwards? I wasn't expecting that and honestly I should just go home because I've monopolized most of his weekend but he's asking and I don't want to go back to my apartment. Work is going to suck this week because of my Monday being all screwed up and even though I am sexually more than satisfied, I still want to be with him.

"If you want. Sure you're not tired of me yet?"

"Not at all, Darling."

"Okay then, I will... I'll be gone two, two and a half hours or so?" 

I have no idea what traffic will be like on a Sunday.

"That's fine. Now that you've agreed to come back I have to warn you that I'm going to my dad and stepmom's for dinner. You're welcome to come or not and you can spend the night or not. Whatever you need, Finnegan."

Well that complicates things. 

"Parental units is a big step, Emmett. Can I decide after church?"

"Yep. I'm going to the grocery store, do you want anything?"

"More waffle mix?" I offer.

"Yes, smart Alec, I will get more waffle mix. Anything else? Anything you'd like for snacks or for supper this week?"

"Um, I like popcorn a lot. Whatever you make is always yummy." 

That's probably not super helpful. 

"Can I give you some money for groceries?  Please? It's not fair for you to buy it all and then do the cooking too, Emmett. Please?"

"Fine, if you wanna toss me twenty dollars I'll put it towards groceries but that's it, you've gotta stop offering."

Not happening. 

I kiss him quickly on his cheek and then run upstairs to change. 

On my way out I leave one hundred on the coffee table and remind myself to stop by an ATM on the way back so I have cash for lunches this week.

[allaboutthedongs]

Cheater | Three | 18+

☆ Pairing: Jaehyun x Female reader (x Mark)

☆ Genre: smut, fluff

☆ Word count: 4.2 K

☆ Warnings: Infidelity obviously, sexting, masturbation, phone sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, cursing, dirty talk, mention of an accident and hospital, pwp as always, I don’t remember what else.

☆ Prompt of the series: What should’ve been just a simple visit to your boyfriend, turned into a night of filthy pleasure with his friend when you both notice that you were alone at the dorm.

☆ A/n: Sorry for taking too long to post the third part of this series, idk what happened but I had a mental breakdown or something. Anyways, it's finally here and I've even finished the 4th chapter so I'm gonna post it within the next week. This isn't proofread, so feel free to leave feedback. Thanks for your support. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list.

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"I dreamed about you. Now I'm so fucking horny."

You sent Jaehyun a naughty text expecting the best, and you got what you wanted. A buzzing sound, followed by your ringtone made you take your phone, "J.JH" on the bright screen.

"Good morning, handsome!" you greeted him warmly faking innocence.

"Where are you?" he whispered, he was probably still at the dorm with his members.

"At my apartment, why?" you chuckled amused.

"Listen and do what I say. Touch yourself." his voice was lower than usual.

"What?" his urge taking you by surprise.

“Slowly, slide your fingers down your chest to your stomach.”

You did as you were told, letting out a low, shaky moan. Your skin was so sensitive after recalling your past encounter and the hot dream about Jaehyun. "Okay, but I want to hear you touching yourself too,"

“Good girl, I'll do it.” Jaehyun whispered, “So, when did you dream about me?”

You swallowed, your eyes closed as your hand drifted down, close to the waistband of your panties. “Last night.”

“Take your bra off,” he commanded, “and tell me what you dreamed about.” you could hear his heavy breath, he was so turned on.

“I dreamed about you, you bent me over the back of the couch of the practice room and were fucking me hard from behind, making me cry out your name,”

He moaned low, “Would you like that? I can make all your fantasies come true if you want,"

"Yeah, I'd love that, Jae."

"Touch your nipples for me, baby."

You whimpered as your hand traveled back up to your chest, and you kneaded your breast, squeezing your eyes shut tighter. You took the peak of your nipple between your fingers, tugging it and rolling it between your digits. Suddenly, you heard a hard knock on the door through the phone.

"Hey, Jaehyun! Get out of there, our manager is waiting for us in the car to take us to the company. Why are you taking too much in the bathroom? We're gonna be late again because of you!" it was Yuta's pissed voice.

"Fuck! Can I have a moment of privacy in the bathroom?!" he yelled at his friend. "I'm sorry baby, but we have to leave this for later. I gotta go." he said with a frustrated sigh.

You just chuckled "Yeah, I heard Yuta. Don't worry,"

You both said your goodbyes and hung up the call, leaving you more sexually frustrated than before, thinking that maybe this was some kind of karma for dreaming about your boyfriend's friend. Anyways, you decided to take matters into your own hands, if you know what I mean.

Days passed and turned into weeks and months of sneaking around with Jaehyun. Afternoons and nights of letting yourselves be carried away by the desire and lust that consumed you every time you were together. But your time spent together soon turned from endless nights of wild sex to afternoons of cooking new dishes, nights of movies and cuddles in your living room, good morning and good night messages, hours of late-night phone calls talking about deep stuff, your biggest dreams and deepest fears.

You'd never felt so wanted and loved at the same time, but from time to time the guilt didn't let you live peacefully, but somehow you always managed to brush it off and move on without anyone noticing your double life, or at least you thought so because Mark began to notice you more and more strange and distant from him.

"I don't know what's wrong with her, I didn't do anything wrong." Mark snorted, plopping down heavily next to Haechan on the practice room couch.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Haechan asked confused.

"Y/N, I called her this morning but she didn't answer my call, I even texted her twice and she still doesn't reply,"

"Well, it doesn't mean that you actually did something wrong, maybe she's been busy," Johnny told him taking a sip of his bottle of water.

"Yeah, but why is she online, then?" he said showing him your chat profile where you appeared online. "Also, she's been acting cold lately, but when I ask her what's wrong, she says everything's okay," Johnny just shrugged his shoulders not knowing what to say.

“Hey, why are you making that face?” Haechan asked Jaehyun, snapping him out of his text trance.

His head shot up and looked around with wide eyes. Jaehyun’d literally forgotten where he was in for the last five minutes. “Huh? What face?”

"You were smiling at your phone like an idiot, more than you usually do,"

"No, I wasn't."

“Who is it?” Johnny asked

“No one,” Jaehyun said crossing his arms.

“Are your… ears turning red?!” Mark asked amused.

“Who are you texting? Are you starting to date someone?!” Haechan was having the time of his life teasing his friend.

“I'm not dating anyone!” he said, defensively.

"Really, you're not seeing someone?" Doyoung asked him seriously, raising an eyebrow as if he knew something the others don't, and Jaehyun felt chills down his spine. He just shook his head.

“Why won’t you tell us who it is?” Mark insisted.

He shrank back a little. It had been harder than he thought to keep your affair a secret from his friends and Mark. He hated lying, especially to him but at that point, he had no option.

“Because it’s…” he looked around at the rest of the boys, then down at his phone. “It’s not, like… a real thing.”

"I just hope you don't get yourself in trouble," Doyoung whispered approaching him when the other guys returned to their positions to continue practicing.

Was it possible that Doyoung already knew something, or was he just suspicious? Chewing the inside of his cheek nervously, Jaehyun looked at his phone again before putting it back in his pocket.

Jaehyun had invited you to spend the weekend with him at a beach house his parents have in the non-touristy part of Jeju Island and you accepted. He was already head over heels for you and really wanted to have a good time alone with you there.

So you both agreed that Jaehyun would say he was going to visit his family and that your boss asked you to work extra shifts at your job all the weekend, so you were going to be very busy in case Mark wanted to hang out with you.

The weekend came and each of you arrived on the island on your own so as not to attract suspicion. Jaehyun left his dorm for Jeju on Thursday night, and you did so until Friday afternoon.

You finally arrived at your destination after Jaehyun picked you up at the airport. The whole thing of doing it in secret and the fear of being spotted by some paparazzi or a sasaeng made your romantic getaway much more exciting. You thought you were kinda addicted to the adrenaline of that forbidden relationship.

As soon as you got out of the car, he took you in his arms and carried you bridal style into the house making you giggle. He took you directly to the terrace overlooking the sea, where a table was already beautifully set.

"Wait here, I cooked dinner,"

"Okay, don't be long," you told him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

While you were waiting for Jaehyun sitting at the table, you turned to see everything around you. The house was modern, huge and very beautiful, there were candles and flowers everywhere making it look like a fairy tale. The beautiful view of the beach, the soft warm sea breeze, the delicious aroma of whatever he had cooked for you... it was a level of effort you had never received from any other man in your life, you felt some tears pooling in your eyes and your heart racing with excitement.

“What did you make? It smells amazing,” you said, turning around to him when you heard him walking towards you. Jaehyun was clutching a baking dish.

"Some pasta and of course, I got your favorite wine!" his lips lifted into a proud smile. He’d dedicated the whole day to find the best pasta recipe, one that he could follow without too much difficulty, and hopefully not screw up.

You had dinner comfortably enjoying each other's company, chatting and laughing, plus Jaehyun had always been a really good cook, so the dinner was delicious, like everything he prepared.

"You look so pretty tonight, Y/N," he told you taking your hand across the table, making you blush.

You'd worn a dress you knew he'd like. Nothing particularly short or too revealing, but tight in all the right places. You wanted to remind him of what was underneath, all the skin that was his to kiss and worship. Your hair was slicked to the side, exposing your neck, a place he loved to kiss.

"Thank you, Jae. You look very handsome too," God, why were you feeling like a teenager on a first date?!

"There's something important I want to tell you," he sighed nervously. "Perhaps you've already noticed but, I... I think I'm in love with you,"

You looked at him silently for a few seconds not knowing what to say, feeling your heart skipping a beat.

"All the time we've spent together lately has made me realize what a wonderful woman you are, I mean, it's not like I didn't know it before, in fact, I must confess to you that I've liked you for a long time before you even started dating Mark," he smiled weakly and shrugged.

"Wait! What?! I never knew!" you were really surprised.

"Yeah, ever since Johnny introduced us, I thought you seemed like a really beautiful girl and I liked you a lot, I even planned to ask you out, but I found out that Mark had already asked you out first, and since you guys seemed to be serious and got along so well, I decided to step back from you a little bit. I figured it was better to just be friends and leave it as a platonic love, so I started dating other girls."

"I really had no idea, Jae."

"I actually came to think that I was really over you, that I was perfectly fine just being your friend, until that night..."

"Yeah, I remember you said something about imagining us like that, but I thought you just said it in the heat of the moment," you told him biting your lower lip.

Jaehyun laughed in amusement at the memory, "It was true, Y/N. I'm a little embarrassed to admit it now but yes, many times I laid in my bed imagining how it would feel to kiss you, to caress you, how you would sound moaning my name," he stood up and walked towards you without letting go of your hand, "how it would feel to be inside you and watch you go wild with pleasure in my arms, and now that I know it, I don't plan to give you up. Even though I am fully aware that what we are doing is wrong on so many levels and that Mark doesn't deserve to be betrayed this way, what I feel for you is even stronger than my will." he made you stand up and stepped closer to you taking you by the waist, his face only a couple of inches from yours, "I love you, Y/N."

"Jae, I..." you hesitated a bit but were about to say something when he cut you off.

"You don't have to say it too if you aren't sure, but something deep in my heart tells me you feel the same," his lips were barely brushing yours "tonight, let me show you how much I love you, Y/N" he whispered against your lips.

You didn't have long to think about it before Jaehyun leaned forward crashing his lips to yours. His hands roamed your body, sliding along your back until he gripped the soft curves of your ass to press you against him. You worked at the buttons of his shirt, tugging at the fabric until you were able to pull it away from his shoulders.

As you parted from Jaehyun for a gasp of air, he wasted no time, diving in to kiss and suck at the tender flesh of your neck. You groaned, your fingernails dragging down the front of his chest.

"Jae, please... please,"

He pulled back from your neck, staring down at you as he held your chin between his index finger and thumb. “Please what, baby?”

“I need you,” you whispered, gazing up at him. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Your hands traveled across his chest and up to his neck until your fingers could push through his hair, gripping onto the strands to pull him down for another kiss.

Jaehyun reached down to your legs lifting them around his waist, carrying you towards the bedroom. He stopped at the nearest wall, pressing your hips into the surface with his own, his bulge pressed into your thigh showing you that he was already hard for you.

You moaned into the kiss as Jaehyun began grinding his hips into yours, the thin lacy underwear wore was almost like you were wearing nothing at all, making the contact way more torturous for you.

Then, Jaehyun carried you the rest of the way to the bedroom, kicking the door open, he set you down breaking the kiss. His hands immediately slid the zipper of your dress, letting the fabric pool at your ankles and leaving you in your sexy undergarments.

“Fuck,” you felt goosebumps all over your body from the fire in his gaze, a look you never got used to. “Undress for me, baby.”

"Sit on the bed," you told him, eyes roaming over his naked upper body to the bulge in his pants.

He took a few steps backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed, then he lowered to sit upon the edge, leaning back on his palms. His eyes followed the trail of your hands down your body to the waistband of your panties. You slid them down your legs and stepped out of them, holding his gaze as you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

He cursed under his breath and sat up to reach for you, grabbing your sides to pull you closer.

It was funny to think how quiet and polite he had always been before you started your affair and were just friends, but now his face was buried in your breasts as his hands were gripping your ass. You closed your eyes and enjoyed his tongue caressing your hard nipples and startled when he began to suck hard. You whined in pleasure gripping him by the shoulders.

“Sit on my face, princess,” he told you laying on his back.

Looking down, you met his lustful gaze and could feel your knees get weaker. You bit your lip and wasting no time you straddled him, then moved up slowly. He immediately grabbed your hips guiding you right down on his mouth and began to leave soft kisses all over your cunt, spreading you out with his hands, his fingers now pressed into the softness of your ass.

"Please, don't tease me," you begged him, "I need you," the last part coming out as a moan as he slowly licked your entire slit, opening your already wet folds and giving light licks to your clit while you rolled your hips and he caressed your butt cheeks.

Moans and curses left your lips as you threw your head back in pleasure when you felt his tongue diving inside you. Your knees were pressed against the mattress, but the pure bliss you were feeling sent waves of electricity to your whole body making it difficult to keep riding his tongue at a steady pace.

Jaehyun loved going down on you, since your very first encounter he became addicted to your taste, your smell, to the beautiful sounds you made... he just couldn't get enough of you.

Your whimpers and moans caused him to suck at your cunt even more eager. You aggressively slammed your hands against the headboard and gasped desperately when he slapped hard your ass, then slid one hand to your cunt to start fingering you, spreading you out, and curled his fingers while sucking your clit hungrily. You couldn't hold it anymore so your body began to tremble uncontrollably, but he helped you to stay up by holding you by the waist.

"Shit," he breathed on your clit as you came undone all over his mouth. "You taste so fucking good,"

When you came down from your high, you bent down to kiss Jaehyun and he cupped your face delicately, your mouths molding together perfectly as they had a thousand times by now. The way he kissed you contrasted with the less than innocent position you were in, and the lewd thing that you did moments ago, but he was overwhelmed with the need to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

You pulled away and leaned your forehead against Jaehyun's. “You’re so damn good with that mouth of yours,” you whispered against his lips trailing your hands from his chest down his torso until they stopped at his belt. “Now it’s my turn.” but he sat up, stopping you and undoing his belt himself.

"No, tonight is all about you, princess," he was always so focused on your pleasure, it was actually quite sweet.

After taking off his pants along with his underwear, it took him only a split second to wrap his arms around your waist, tipping you over to lay underneath of him trailing kisses across your chest, his lips making a pathway to your breasts. You moaned as soon as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, arching your back towards him.

Your hands slid into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he flicked his tongue back and forth. He pinched and squeezed your other nipple between his index finger and his thumb, earning a squeak out of you at his ministrations.

He sat back onto his knees, one hand nudging your legs apart, and stared hungrily at the sight of your glistening cunt spread out for him. A silent question in his eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance. You nodded at him.

You threw your head back against the mattress and opened your mouth in a soundless moan, choking when he pushed inside slowly. As soon as he filled you to the hilt, you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from your lips. He stayed like that for a long moment, balls deep inside of you, letting your walls adjust to his length.

The way he felt inside you was incredible, everywhere your body met with his felt like it was on fire, always putting every single one of your nerves on edge. No one had ever made you feel quite like this, not even ex-boyfriends, let alone Mark.

Jaehyun began a very slow pace, hips rocking deliciously into yours. His movements were so controlled at a point that you knew it was taking a great deal of effort not to pound mercilessly into you, but he really wanted to take his time to fully savor the moment.

His hands roamed all over your body, from gently massaging your breasts to caressing your abdomen, worshiping in adoration every single curve.

“Jaehyun,” you moaned, your nails digging into his forearms. “Kiss me.”

He leaned down to give you what you wanted, kissing you slow and deep, swallowing your moans while his tongue explored your mouth.

Jaehyun whispered "I love you's" and praises against your lips, over and over."God, I swear you're the most beautiful woman in the world. So perfect,"

It was almost too much already and it was so hard to think straight while he was deliciously fucking you that deep. Your pleasure had been built up so much to this point that you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached your orgasm again.

“Spread your legs more. Yeah, just like that.”

“Mm, faster,” you managed to tell, clenching around him. Now, all you wanted was for him to destroy you.

Dropping to hover over you on one elbow, his free hand reached for your leg to hook around his waist, angling you just right for him and he began a brutal, bruising pace inside of you.

You groaned when he wrapped his arm around your lifted knee, bringing it to drape over his shoulder stretching you a little bit too much, but you couldn't care less, the pleasure of his cock hitting your g-spot was more than enough to overpower the pain and send you over the edge.

“I’m-” gripping the sheets underneath you, you wanted to tell him that you were close, but your mind was so clouded with pleasure that you could barely think. He knew your body well enough now to identify the pulsing squeeze of your walls around him.

“Come on baby,” he encouraged, his thumb rubbing your clit. "Let me see you come for me.”

“Jae...” you trailed off as you felt your orgasm crash over you. Your eyes rolled back, toes curled and your legs shook around him. Your whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time. It was the loudest and most powerful orgasm you’d had in a while. He continued the torturous rubbing on your clit the entire way, watching in awe as your body shook and tensed with your orgasm.

"Fuck, you feel amazing, babe. Can't get enough," When you came down, Jaehyun was still pounding inside of you, but he was close to his breaking point. You could tell from the way he was losing control and the wild look in his eyes as he stared down at you. His pupils were blown out, it even looked like they’d become glassy.

“Baby,” you whimpered. “Want your cum. Wanna feel it inside me.”

“Just a little more, princess,” he muttered into your mouth, kissing you again.

He pushed inside one last time, his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn’t help clenching your walls around him. You were still kissing when he released inside of you with a deep, low groan against your mouth. You gasped at the sensation of his cum filling you up, hot pulses that seemed never-ending. A feeling you lived for every time.

“Love you. This was amazing,” he whispered stroking the side of your face with his fingertips as his body began to relax and he came down from his intense climax.

You didn't know what to say. You were supposed to use Jaehyun just for pleasure, for fun, but now he was there, confessing his love to you, making you feel so good, so loved and wanted, and that was definitely not in your initial plan. You felt an overwhelming mix of emotions that you had never ever felt before and it was scaring you but at the same time, you liked it a lot.

You knew you were screwed but decided better to ignore those thoughts and enjoy whatever that weekend alone with Jaehyun brought you, so you smiled at him before kissing him passionately with all the energy you had left.

With a sweet kiss on your forehead, he pulled away and stared down at you lovingly. He looked so spent, absolutely drained, but Jaehyun’s stamina was not one to be tested. He’d be ready to go for another round within minutes. Knowing him, you could tell the night was far from over and you were willing to discover what other surprises he had for you.

The rest of the weekend was filled with laughs, cuddles, kisses, caresses, and wild sex in each and every room and almost every surface of the house, you were sure you wouldn't be able to walk properly all next week, but you couldn't care less.

Jaehyun was happy like he'd never been before, he loved spending time with you chatting, laughing, cooking together, playing on the beach like little kids, but most of all, he loved being "free" to kiss and touch you whenever he wanted, and of course, loved having you crazed with pleasure because of him.

Everything was perfect in your bubble of selfishness until it wasn't anymore...

As you were about to board the plane back to Seoul you both received messages from his members. Mark had suffered an accident while filming a MV with the dreamies and was being rushed to the hospital.

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☆ A/n: Really hope it was worth the wait.

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[love-walkingonsunshine]

Trouble at school

Ponyboy was having a rough day at school he failed his math test and he got into a fight at school and now sitting in the principal office waiting for Darry to pick him up. He wishes it was Soda picking him up he would understand more than Darry would. He saw his brother walking into the office. Pony could tell he was pissed off. Darry talk to the principal and he was suspended for two weeks. Giving him all of his homework, Darry looks at his brother told him to let go.

Pony walked to the car with Darry and once he got into the car he wanted to tell him what happen. " Darry." He began to talk but then was cut off." I don't want to hear Ponyboy you're grounded for a month and be working around the house." He screams at him." Also lost money to come to pick you up I'm sick of you always being a brat." Darry scold at him he was so mad. Pony didn't say anything all way home. Darry parked the car and Ponyboy ran out when to his room. Darry walks into the house and sat in his chair to read the newspaper he needed cool down from yelling at his little brother.

About an hour later Soda came home from work and was laughing with Steve about something that happen at work and saw his older brother sitting in his chair reading." Hey, Darry you're home early." Soda smiles. " Yeah well, I had to go pick Ponyboy." He told him. Soda smiles disappear" It's okay is hurt or sick." Soda asks Darry. Waiting for him answer him." No, he was fighting again got suspended for two weeks in his room haven't seen him since got home." He was still mad. Soda didn't say anything and then saw Johnny, Twobit, and, Dallas walk in. It was pizza and movie night." Hey guys did Ponyboy tell you about the fight?" Johnny asks." No, but he grounded so won't be watching movies with us tonight." Darry told them.

Johnny figure that Darry didn't hear the story." That's a shame because think you be proud of him." But Darry was about to say something but Johnny stop him and explain the reason, why Pony was fighting, was because there was a new girl in school and English wasn't good and the soc were picking on her and even pushing her down and Ponyboy help her up and when the Soc saw that push him into the wall and started punching him and he started fighting back. Once Johnny was done telling the story. Soda was proud and so was the rest of the gang.

But Darry felt like a big jerk and yell at him. He got up." I will be back and order some pizza for us Sodapop." Darry shout while he walks upstairs and knocks on Ponyboy's door. He didn't hear anything he walk into his room. Ponyboy was sleeping and had tears stain down his face. Darry felt horrible and sat on his bed and rubs his back gently trying to wake him up. Ponyboy started to he saw Darry and cover his face. He chuckled little seeing his little brother hiding from him." Hey, you can hide from me forever." He chuckled but saw that Ponyboy was still hiding his face." I am sorry I yelled at you and called you a brat." Darry told him." Johnny told me what happen I should have listened and I was just mad but that is no excuse." He told him.

Darry did really hurt his feeling and he still didn't want to talk to him. So Ponyboy ignores his big brother. He was upset and hurt that Darry was always yelling at him. Darry saw that Pony wasn't going to talk to him anytime soon so he did something that always made him talk when he was mad or upset. He started tickling him. He started under his arms since he was hiding his face. Pony wiggles and try not to laugh. But couldn't help it.

" Darry stop it." Laughter pour out of his mouth but Darry didn't stop he started to tickles his stomach which made his lttle brother laugh more and wiggles more." Please Darry stop it." His stomach was his wrose spot after few minutes he stop and gave him a hug, " I am sorry Ponyboy." Darry told him and Ponyboy smiles." It's okay Darry." He forgive him and then they when downstiar to eat pizza and watch movies. Darry ungrounded him and all happy. They end up watching the shining and Ponyboy cuddle up to his brothers watching the movie.

Sorry if this story suck and sorry grammar and spelling mistake.

[rwprincess]

Head Over Feet (Brian Johnson x Fem!Reader)

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Word Count: 4.8k

Synopsis: What’s that sound? It’s another anachronistic Brian Johnson songfic! (Based on Alanis Morissette’s Head Over Feet) You’re one of Bender’s trash-punk friends and things change drastically when he brings the scrawny brain from detention with him to meet you all. Set up in snippets, your relationship develops with Brian, even if you weren’t really looking for a relationship.

CW: Teenage smoking (including reader), swearing, parental abuse (being being kicked out), sexism, angst and fluff

“This is Johnson,” Bender indicated the boy he brought along to your group’s spot under the bleachers.

“Brian, please.” The kid corrected. You eyed the gangly youth from top to bottom; in his sweater over a crisply-ironed collared shirt and khakis, he definitely didn’t fit in here with you all. You’d be called grungy punks at best. You didn’t think any of you even owned an iron and crisp definitely wasn’t your style. You blew out a puff of smoke, exhaling the nicotine from your lungs and shifted your gaze to Bender, wondering what he was at with this. He wasn’t the best guy, but pranking this preppy little nerd by bringing him down to your hangout? That seemed beneath him.

“You, uh, running some kinda charity here, Bender? We’re not exactly Make-A-Wish material, kid.” Scorch told the blonde dweeb and you snorted at the thought.

“Shut the fuck up,” was all Bender said in response. The rest of the twenty minutes of Brian Johnson standing there was of course, incredibly awkward and it was clear to everyone that he didn’t fit in. But that didn’t stop him from coming back a week later. And again a few days after that. And again and again until, well, that dork had grown on the lot of you. While he didn’t partake in cigarette smoking like most of you, he did take Bender up on his weed on several occasions and was actually really funny while high. He did weirdly spot-on impressions and had a sense of humor that none of your group had anticipated.

And, as much as you would vehemently deny it, you liked him when he was sober, too. He was incredibly smart and helpful and while his jokes were different without marijuana in his system, he could be amusing. That first awkward encounter was back in March, maybe April. But now you spent time with him without the convenience of school pulling you together. Now it was June and you sought to spend time with him, even without the group. Tonight, you were laying in a field not far from the high school, just the two of you. You liked to listen to him ramble on about the constellations and the myths about why they were named as they were. You remembered liking that as a kid, but you didn’t remember most of the stories. You knew you could ask him questions about the actual stars, too. Like, the science of it, and he would know. But you’d rather let him ramble and tackle one subject at a time. Even though he focused more on science and math, he was a pretty good storyteller, and right now that provided you with more of an escape than talking about the chemical composition of a star. When he finished his retelling of Ursa Minor’s story, however, he remained silent and didn’t start up a new piece of lore. After a moment, you looked at him to see what the hold up was, but you just caught his eye as his gaze was already fixed on you. Your heart started pounding in your chest because you knew what was coming.

“You know, we could go on an actual date some time.” Brian suggested, breaking the silence. You closed your eyes, almost wincing at the words. He was generally more subtle than this, but the same idea had been brought up before. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brian. In general, you did, and in the honest depths of your soul, it was as more than a friend. But, every time it came down to this subject, you panicked. You had never been serious with anyone and the thought of dating was completely foreign to you. You had messed around with some guys before but you never had feelings for them. You didn’t know how to depend on another person, to have an actual relationship with them.

I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You sighed, your eyes still closed. You didn’t know what to tell him. Before, he always left it as more of a hint and it was easier to dodge. Now he was just coming out and saying it. Basically asking you out, so you would actually have to turn him down this time. The terrible thing was, you didn’t really want to. The conscious side of you wanted to agree and go out with him, on a proper date. But your subconscious kicked you into fight or flight mode and if you weren’t in the middle of a field, you might have picked flight and walked away. But that didn’t seem to be an option.

“Look, Johnson. It’s not that easy. Just...don’t waste your time on me.”

“I’m already wasting my time on you.” He pointed out, but when you took a peek at him, he didn’t seem upset about it. He was actually grinning about it. “We’re already wasting our time out here. Or at the library, or under the bleachers… So why not like, a movie theater or dinner, or my house?”

“Oh yeah, your mom would love having me around.” You joked, humorlessly. The smattering of times you had met Brian’s mother hadn’t gone swimmingly. You could read the derision in her voice and knew she did not approve of her good little baby hanging out with a ne’er-do-well like you.

“She’d come around. You’re different once someone actually gets to know you.” He meant it as a compliment, but you took it as your out.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You leapt up, indignantly and he just gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it, I swear!” He put his hands up defensively as you looked down at him. “Forget it, I’m sorry.” You had victory, he dropped the subject and your friendship could last another night and you could try to pretend like he wasn’t right, that you two weren’t meant to be something more.

*~~~~*

You treat me like I'm a princess

I'm not used to liking that

You ask how my day was

For the most part, working at Bert’s auto shop felt worthwhile and valuable. Other days, it chewed you up and spit you out. It was hard being in such a masculine environment and not fitting into that type. Customers (mostly men, but even the women too) thought that you were less knowledgeable and handy than your cohorts. Bender’s teasing didn’t help that image, either.

Now you slid into the booth at Gino’s pizzeria utterly deflated and defeated. Of course, Brian took notice right away. “Rough day?” He inquired, pushing a menu towards you even though he knew you ordered the same thing every time.

“That’s not even the half of it. Why does Bender hafta be such a dick all the time?!” You asked, incredulously but sincerely, diving right into your problem.

“I don’t know. I think he thinks it’s part of his charm? Maybe it is. I mean, we’re still friends with him.” You nodded at his point, but clenched your fists just the same.

“I just wish he knew when to back off sometimes. Like, he never realizes he’s taking it too far and digging you further into a shithole.”

“What did he do this time?” Brian’s gaze on you was unbroken; it made you feel important, like your opinion, your story, was the only thing that mattered.

“So we got this old guy in the shop today. Beautiful car, so of course he was hesitant with me touching it.” You began and his eyebrows furrowed, already not liking the direction this was going. “And I’m trying to prove myself worthy to work on this car, even though I would just be doing an oil change, which isn’t like a big deal anyway, right? Simple stuff.” You looked to him to get acknowledgement to move forward.

“I mean, I guess. I don’t really know about oil changes or anything about cars. But I know you do.”

“Right, so Bender has to go and make a crack to the old guy about how they won’t let me near it and I’m just the secretary for the shop or whatever. Just a total dick move. But of course the guy believed him and laughed with him and sent me to go get him a cup of coffee? I mean, what the hell is that?”

“That’s not right. And you wear a mechanic’s uniform at work, why would he think--?”

“Because macho man Bender told him I was! He was more believable than me.” You sank back and put a hand up to brace your forehead as the waitress approached the table. You prepared to order your drink when she set down exactly what you would have ordered in front of you and walked away, promising to come back in a few minutes. You blinked at the cup as if it magically had appeared.

“I uh, figured you’d get the usual and you’d need it when you got here, so I ordered for you. I hope that’s okay.” Brian said and then looked away, suddenly embarrassed by the idea. Since he wasn’t looking at you anyway, you allowed your lips to twitch up into a smile threatening to break out on your face...but only for a moment.

“Yeah, whatever. So anyway, Bender…” you carried on, pretending nothing happened, but secretly cataloguing his gesture in your memory.

*~~~~*

The only thing worse than arguing with Brian or him pissing you off was him making you laugh. There were times that you would go home with sore sides and itchy eyes from the tears that formed while laughing so hard. Then you would always, always reflect on the hours you just spent together, feeling the warmth and butterflies tickle your insides and a nervous heat would prickle your skin as you thought about how happy Brian made you. He never pushed you to do anything; he liked you the way you were. Sure, he would drop hints here and there about how you should stop smoking or give you advice when you had a particularly bad argument with one of your friends, but overall, he just accepted you. And you knew how hard that was to find.

You had never been popular and when junior high rolled around, you accepted that you never would be. You found your own little group of outcasts who understood what it was like to be kicked down time and again, and now he had somehow joined that group too. You knew he understood how it felt. Even though he looked different and came from a very different social circle, he had been looked down upon by his peers all his life. You were guilty of judging him the same way when you first met him, but now you couldn’t imagine life without him. He was cut of the same cloth and you could see yourself in him, which is why you just clicked. And he was so kind and so patient with you. You tried to push him away dozens of times, to put up the barriers and the walls that worked so well for everyone that came before him; you couldn’t be hurt if you never got attached. Where most people gave up and only saw the cold, distant bitch you gave them, Brian always saw something more. He didn’t give up in breaking down those walls, and even accepted just being your friend. That made you love him even more.

Shit, wait. Did you just think about loving Brian? A crush is one thing. Having a buddy to fool around with is one thing. Being in love was quite another.

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

*~~~~*

Mercedes Johnson was all about keeping up appearances, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear her arguing with Brian on the other side of the door, about you. Again. You had known from the second you met her that she didn’t like you. She was instantly worried about the influence you’d have on her son; it was a common reaction from parents based on the way you looked and the company you kept. You would think you’d be used to it by now.

However, it truthfully bothered you more because this was Brian’s mother. You were hoping that she would be different and see the person underneath like her son had, or at the very least, that she would eventually warm up to you. You had no luck with either.

“I’m not comfortable with having her over at the house right now.” You could hear her tell Brian.

“She’s my friend, ma. Of course she’s going to come over--”

“I’m aware of that but you know I wish she weren’t. I would prefer that you keep the company of other friends.” The formality of her sentences while she was still cruelly putting you both down made you cringe.

“You don’t know her because you won’t give her a chance. She’s not that different from my other friends.”

“You have friends in the Physics Club, from Knowledge Bowl, Honor Students. You don’t need the association with a hoodlum like that or John Bender and I don’t know why you keep insisting on bringing them into my home when I have repeatedly told you no. I don’t want them around your sister, or even you!”

“Fine. Then we’ll leave.” You heard the door swing open harshly and Brian was motioning for you to follow him out of the house.

“Brian Ralph Johnson!” You heard his mother cry after the two of you. Brian held open the front door for you and you looked at him cautiously before rushing out. You knew you weren’t wanted there, but you were worried that he wouldn’t come with you. You were even more worried that he would. “You are not leaving this house.” Mercedes put on the most intimidating tone you had witnessed her use.

“No, I am. We are. I’ll see you later.”

“Don’t bother coming back tonight if you walk out of this house!” She was now pink-faced and losing all of the reserved, polished look you had seen her have. She had never been so...uncomposed.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Brian said and grabbed you by the elbow as he escorted you down the driveway to your car. He immediately got into the passenger seat and as you sunk behind the steering wheel, you glanced at him.

“Brian, this is stupid. You don’t have to---you shouldn’t do this.” The whole situation reminded you of the many times you had been kicked out of your house. This was just another home you weren’t welcome in.

He clenched his jaw in response. “Let’s just go. I’ll figure it out later. Please, just drive.”

Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You're so much braver than I gave you credit for

That's not lip service

“Your mom gave you a choice, you know. It’s not like she told you to get out. She actually told you not to leave.” You said as you both sat on the trunk of your car, looking out across the field that was slowly turning to a golden hue, both from the afternoon sun and the change into autumn. Neither of your houses were really an option to go to, so you just chose the empty field that you would look at stars in during the summer.

“It’s not like it was really a choice though, was it? I’m tired of her trying to control every part of my life. I need to start thinking for myself, doing things for myself. She needs to understand that I’m going to do what I want, and like who I want to like.” He looked at you meaningfully for a moment, but you looked away quickly. It was too heavy for you to process right now.

“That’s a big step. I’m really impressed with you for standing up for yourself.” You told him, and he gave you an appreciative, heart-stopping smile in return that caused your cheeks to flush. Your parents had shouted at you to leave so many times before, any time you were ‘inconvenient’ for them, that it was hard to relate to someone who chose not to stay. But you wanted to support him and you did feel proud of him today. You thought back to the most recent event in which you had been dismissed from your family, and how you had tried to take it out on Brian:

You slammed your locker and watched him almost jump out of his skin. “I don’t want to talk about this.” You growled at Brian.

“I understand that, but you need to. You can’t just--”

“Just what?”

“You can’t just act like nothing happened or run away from it...run away from here.” You had been disciplined at school yet again and your parents had had enough. You had a big fight with them the night prior and did not sleep in your own bed. The tiredness racked your body today and you were stiff from sleeping in your car. If it weren’t for the social aspect, you wouldn’t have bothered coming to school. But you quickly realized you weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, and you were only making the situation worse.

“Like hell I can’t.” You stated, quickly turning to walk away.

“Y/N, don’t. Come on, talk to me. Tell me what happened. We can figure it out together.”

“There’s nothing to figure out, bucko. I’ll be fine. I’ll do this on my own. I’m used to that anyway.”

“But you don’t have to be alone, Y/N. That’s what I’m saying! That’s my whole point: I’m here for you!”

“I didn’t ask you to be, Brian.”

“No, because friends don’t have to ask.” His words scared you. Nobody had so adamantly offered to be a safety net to you before.

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “we’re great friends. We’ve bonded so much in the, what, four months you’ve known me?” You rolled your eyes, trying to make him feel uncomfortable, to drive a wedge between you. You only knew how to put up walls, how to run.

“You know we are.”

“Yeah, sure, right. Friends. Not like you want to sleep with me or anything.” You tried to drive another knife into him, to play it off like he was following you only because he had a crush on you, one you tried to pretend wasn’t reciprocated. “It’s not going to happen, Brian. So just accept that we’re not friends.”

He let you get about three steps away before you heard him say, “No. I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work. Sure, part of me wants something more, but...I care about you, Y/N. And if we can just be friends, I am happy with that, I swear. But don’t do this to me. Don’t try to shut me out or walk away or act like you’re fine. I know you well enough to know you’re not.” When you turned around, you could see that he had tears rimming his eyes, threatening to fall, which made your own tears spring up as well. “I am your friend. I’m not going to just let you go and do something stupid. You are going to talk about this. If not to me, then someone else. But you can’t just run away or sleep in your car or, or…”

“Okay.” You said, softly.

“Okay?”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. I screwed up again and my parents kicked me out. So what do I do?”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I...we’ll think of something.” He began to tell you, but you bit your lip and drowned him out in your own sobs. Everything crashed in on you at once; you hadn’t escaped in time. You slid down your locker wall and sat on the floor. Brian joined you and put his arm around you tentatively.

You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

After that day, you knew he wouldn’t let you go. You tried your best to brush him off, to hurt him, to land irreparable blows. But it was all in vain; he stuck by you. You admired how he stood up for you, for your relationship, whatever that meant. He didn’t back down, even though you knew he genuinely cared what you thought. He was willing to put everything on the line just to be with you, in whatever capacity you would allot him. And today, he had chosen you again. He had picked a fight with his mother and chosen you. He placed you above being safe and comfortable and at home right now.

“I’m sorry, this must seem so stupid to be complaining about. I know I don’t have it that bad, it’s just that--”

“No, your problems are valid, too. Your mom sucks.” You told him and he laughed, “But I would be lying if I said it wasn’t...weird to have someone be given the choice to stay instead of being yelled at to get out and that you’re worthless and---I’m sorry. I don’t mean to make this about me.” You said softly, looking down at your hands.

“No, I get it. It’s gotta be on your mind a lot, the uncertainty. Plus, I don’t mind talking about you.” He nudged your shoulder with his own, trying to be playful but you knew he meant that. He always put you first. You couldn’t help your next impulse as your hand shot up to cup his face and you leaned in and kissed him roughly. You weren’t entirely sure why you had done it. It would probably change everything and you couldn’t tell if you were doing it selfishly to feel like someone cared or to keep him around or because you truly wanted to. Of course, he kissed you back, and the feeling it gave you pushed a lot of those doubts from your mind.

You're the best listener that I've ever met

You're my best friend

Best friend with benefits

What took me so long?

*~~~~*

The kiss in the field still didn’t mean you were “together.” Realistically, it complicated things for a while. You avoided Brian for a couple of days and didn’t discuss it when you finally caved in to your desire to see him. He didn’t bring it up either, even though there were many times he would look at your lips like he wanted to make a move again, but you never talked about it. Things began to look “normal” after about two weeks. You spent time at the record shop, or under the bleachers with your friends or in the library with his friends. He nagged you about giving up smoking and you finally listened, much to his surprise.

“What made you finally decide to quit?” He asked, looking at the nicotine patch on your arm. You shrugged, not wanting to tell him the truth.

“I guess I just finally got tired of you being a broken record, mother hen.” You teased him, but he just smiled because he was happy with your choice. The truth of the matter was, you had done it for him. While you weren’t with him, you wanted to be. You didn’t want to keep doing something that bothered him so much, but you also knew that eventually, your habit of smoking would cost time with him and you didn’t want that. You lied to yourself that you didn’t want a relationship and weren’t thinking about a future with Brian, but you were. Every time he helped you study or encouraged you to do your best, the time your parents were out of town so he had made you his “specialty” of spaghetti in your kitchen, when you drove him around singing songs together on the radio...you thought about doing those things with him forever and instead of the fear you used to feel at such a thought, you felt happiness. You anticipated a future with him, something to look forward to.

I've never felt this healthy before

I've never wanted something rational

I am aware now

I am aware now

*~~~~*

“It’s kind of weird, yeah. But they’re cute together, I guess.” You had just returned from a movie with Bender and Claire. You were surprised at how long their relationship had lasted, especially since you had hated Claire at first. You assumed she was dating Bender as a statement, but it had been over six months and they were still together and it just seemed to work.

“It must be nice to have someone like that. Even if they don’t make sense, they care about each other. It just must be a nice thing to have a relationship like that.” Brian looked at you for a moment before backpedaling, realizing he must have made it sound like he was guilt-tripping you. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask you out again. I really just was complimenting them--”

“Well, maybe you should.” You cut him off.

You realized how rare a find like Brian truly was. He always put you before himself; he listened to all of your problems and knew when to offer solutions and when to just listen. He was endlessly supportive, and kind. He kept taking giant risks just to be with you, to show you that you mattered to him. You knew, without him saying it, that he loved you. Why else would someone go to the lengths he did, just to make you happy? You had tried everything to shake him, to get rid of him so neither one of you would be in too deep to get hurt. But he stayed, and now, you wouldn’t want him to go anyway. It was too late; you were both already in too deep.

He just blinked at you, sure he had heard incorrectly. “Wh-what?”

“I said, maybe you should. Ask me out again.”

“Y/N, do you want to go out with me?” He asked, unsure. It felt like a setup, but he knew you wouldn’t do something so cruel to him.

“Yes.” You replied, softly.

“Why?” He asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess you won me over.” You chuckled, but he failed to see the humor in it, so you changed to a more serious tone. “Brian, I thought that these feelings would go away, that you would go away. Lord knows how hard I’ve tried to push you. But...you didn’t and the feelings didn’t. I-I love you. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to keep loving you, I don’t want to waste my time with anyone else. And...And I think that you love me.”

“I do.” He breathed quietly, with zero hesitation.

“So, why fight it any more? I was afraid that I would hurt you, but I think I’ve already done that and you’ve stuck around.” He nodded in confirmation of that fact. “And I was scared that I would get hurt but...but I’ve realized that you won’t do that to me, either.”

You've already won me over in spite of me

Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet

And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn't help it

It's all your fault

He took your hands in his, “You’re serious? You really want this? Because, you know how I feel. How I’ve always felt.” You nodded in response, tears quickly filling your eyes, which was a rarity for you. He leaned in towards you to kiss you, for the first time since your conversation in the field over a month ago. He waited for you to be ready in every aspect of your relationship and you had never known so much love and respect before. It took some adjusting to, but he had pulled you in and made you fall for him again and again.

Just gonna tag my buddy...

@90sinequity

[bruhstories]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: You and Connie have been friends for ten years, crushing on each other like a bunch of idiots who can't confess their feelings for one another. Until you go on a trip with your friends. Pairing: Connie Springer x Fem!Reader Warnings & Content: 18+, language, oral sex (female & male receiving), unprotected sex, weed smoking, alcohol consumption, f l u f f Word Count: 4.2 k

A/N: I got so pissed at that last anon that I finished this oneshot quicker lol. @fiaficsxo here it is!

You loved parties. Not the loud music and thick smoke, not the booze and smell of vomit, but your friends. Every time they gathered at someone's place, your heart fluttered, filled with happiness and content and long-lasting memories.

Connie had the brilliant idea of spending a week in the mountains during your spring break, and you wasted an entire night searching for the perfect cottage to rent. Luckily everyone was down with his suggestion, the only problem was how you'd sleep. Historia obviously wanted to share a room with Ymir. Mikasa and Eren were an item now, so they'd have to sleep together. Armin wanted to try his luck with Annie, so no one objected to that. Jean declared that he wanted to bunk with Connie, like the two eligible bachelors they were, and that left you and Sasha to share a room together. You didn't mind it, in all honesty you loved Sasha with all your heart — but you secretly hoped someone would pick up on your feelings for Connie and let you sleep with him. You weren't that lucky.

You packed your bag the night before the trip, obsessively ticking everything on your list and double checking every item and pocket. It was ready, with one item missing — the white lace babydoll smoothed on your dorm bed. You chewed the pen cap, debating whether to bring it with you or not. You bought it for special occasions, but you haven't had a dick appointment in a long time, and you doubted you'd have one this week. With a shrug, you decided to bring it — you never know what might happen. Nighttime passed quickly and you soon found yourself all dolled up, albeit still sleepy from all the tossing and turning, excited to make more memories with your friends.

The train station was packed with people, especially students who went back to their hometowns for the break, and you were relieved to find Armin and Mikasa there. You three were always punctual, followed by Jean and Annie. Eren, Sasha and Connie were always late, which is why you told them the train leaves at 7 am instead of 7:30. It was a dirty strategy, but no one wanted to miss such a fun opportunity because of those lazy fuckers. And lo and behold, they decided to appear at 7:15.

"That was some good thinking." Jean shook his head, hand sympathetically placed on your shoulder.

"I'm only glad you guys rolled with it." You laughed without noticing the way Connie stared at you, and even he didn't understand exactly what he felt. Was he grumpy because he hated morning, or was it Jean's hand on you that irked him?

"It's not polite to stare." Sasha pulled Connie out of his thoughts.

"I wasn't staring, I was looking." Connie rolled his eyes, gripping the handle of his suitcase a bit too tightly.

"I just don't get it why you don't tell her you like her." The girl popped a bubblegum baloon, proceeding to chew it very loudly.

"Are you kidding me? She obviously likes Jean. Look how she's laughing!"

Sasha placed an arm on his shoulder, a sheepish smile on her face. "You, my friend, are a dumbass."

"Takes one to know one."

To say that your friends were loud during the train ride was an understatement. They didn't really care about the nasty glares other passengers shot at them, opting to talk, sing, eat and practically embarrass themselves. But two hours later you arrived, and the fresh, crisp air of the mountains was a blessing. You didn't regret coming, all of you deserved a break after all the exams, studying and all-nighters you guys pulled.

"We could visit the military museum!" Armin suggested, but Connie scrunched his nose.

"We came here to get high, drink and spend time together, why the fuck would we visit some old ass building?"

"I'd like to go to the museum." You awkwardly smiled, earning a 'see?' from the blond. Mikasa, Eren and Annie backed you up, and since it was a democracy, you ended up leaving your bags at the cottage and touring the small town to find the military museum. The building wasn't massive, and inside it was dark, with crimson carpets and dim lights. It was actually quite a romantic atmosphere, had it not been for the weapons and armours displayed in glass cases. Connie watched you intently, taking in every movement, every flinch, every hair tucking, every scrunch of your cute nose. You absorbed the information, hungry for knowledge. This was something you and Connie didn't share — yes, you were down to drinking and smoking, but you were also eager to learn and study, while he always preached how 'you can always retake an exam but you can't relive a party.' He wasn't stupid by any means, but unlike you, Jean, Armin and Mikasa — who alwaysstudied and never skipped lectures — Connie would wing it and somehow end up getting better grades. His strategy didn't always work, and sometimes, when you were in college, he'd ask you to tutor him. Now you were second year undergraduates, and while you were studying different subjects, you still made time for each other.

"That's a nice, uhh..." Connie squinted, "...shotgun."

"It's a musket." You chuckled, your fingers accidentally brushing his as you turned around to face him.

"Shotgun, musket, same thing."

"Actually, muskets are muzzle-loaded and fire a single bullet, but shotguns pack multiple pellets in one shell." You explained. "I'm sorry, you're probably not interested in my ramblings."

"No, no, it's... interesting. I just wasn't expecting you to know so much about guns." He rubbed his nape and smiled at you.

"Well, I do study history, in case you forgot."

"How could I forget that?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You awkwardly elbowed Connie. Why was it so hard for you to just tell him your feelings? Oh, right, because you've been friends for ten years and if he didn't like you back, it would only ruin a great friendship.

"It means you brag about it so much it's kind of hard to forget." He told you, quickly realising just how insulting that sounded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that's how you felt..." You sighed, eyes darting back to the weapons.

"No, I didn't- forget it." Connie shook his head. Well played.

Back at the cottage, with enough food and booze to last the group a month, you decided to stay in your room for the rest of the day. It wasn't the first time you had embarrassing moments with Connie, but this particular one made you anxious to be around him. Did he really dislike you that much, or was it just friendly banter? If you were to ask him, you could find out, but every scenario in your head had a bad outcome, so avoiding him for now was the smartest choice. Sasha pleaded with you to spend the evening in the living room with everyone else, but you brushed her off, telling her you weren't feeling quite well.

"Text me if you need anything." She told you before leaving. It was immature to act this way, you knew that all too well, but it wasn't like Connie cared, right? You eventually decided to go downstairs after finishing a long episode of your favourite tv show, your stomach begging for nourishment. As silently as possible, you tiptoed behind the couch. The hallway was dim, the sun had already set, and the only lights were the ones from the wide TV screen in the living room where your friends were watching some corny horror movie. You could cut the suspense and tension with a knife, and when you dropped a teaspoon, everyone jumped.

"Sorry, sorry! It's just me!"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you almost gave me a heart attack." Jean got up from the floor and walked behind the couch. "How are you feeling? Sasha said you're ill."

"I'm fine, don't worry." You picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink. "It's just a headache, I'll sleep it off."

"Good, we need you here." The man wrapped an arm around you. "You're missing how Connie's crapping his pants at this shitty movie."

From the outside it would seem like you and Jean were a couple, but the truth was far from it. You two grew up together, his family was friends with your family, and what you had was nothing more than a brother-sister relationship. Jean's little remark earned a disgruntled look from Connie, you quickly picked up on that, and so you playfully jabbed him in the stomach.

"Connie's crapping his pants? You're the one who almost had a heart attack." You grinned.

"Oi, that was only because you dropped your stupid spoon. I was invested in the movie."

"Mhm, sure you were."

"Hey, you sure you don't want to join us?" Mikasa waved at you from the living room. You pondered over her question. Perhaps it wouldn't be too awkward to sit with them.

"Alright, sure, why not?"

"Come, sit next to me." Sasha shuffled to the side, but what she really meant by that was 'sit next to Connie', because she shuffled to the otherside.

The following two nights were surprisingly quiet, all you did was play board games, watch movies and walk around the town taking pictures. The tension between Connie and you seemed to dissipate, and you both forgot the unpleasant interaction you had on the first day. But on the fourth night, that's when shit hit the fan. Annie and Armin left for a date, and Eren and Mikasa wanted to spend the night alone in their room, leaving you, Sasha, Jean and Connie unsupervised, bored and tipsy. There was absolutely nothing good to watch on the TV, and you almost wanted to scream when your friends wanted to play truth or dare. It was one of those games you despised, because the whole point of it was to put the players in uncomfortable situations. And you didn't like being uncomfortable, unlike your friends.

"Jean, truth or dare?" Sasha beamed.

"Dare, duh."

"Alright, I dare you to switch roommates for the rest of the week." She sipped her blackberry cider.

"Okay? So, I'll stay with Y/N, then."

Good lord, if looks could kill, Connie's would annihilate Jean and Sasha off the face of the Earth.

"No, no, you'll stay with me. Y/N will stay with Connie."

"Eh? Why does your dare involve us?" You asked, confused and curious of your friend's proposal.

"Because." She shrugged. "Don't pussy out."

"I'm not pussying out. A dare's a dare." Jean scoffed. "I'm gonna go take my shit in your room and shower."

"Y-yeah, I'll go bring mine, too." You got up, using this time to hyperventilate alone. What the fuck was Sasha even thinking? Was this some stupid joke? But your friends wouldn't harm you, so why would she suggest such a stupid thing?

You took a quick shower before curling up in the bed, blankets covering you from neck to toe. Connie wasn't back yet, and you didn't want to go after him, that would just be odd. You were hoping you'd fall asleep before he returned, to avoid any unnecessary fuss, but just as you closed your eyes, the door opened. Maybe you could pretend you were asleep? He struggled to find his pyjamas in the dark, stumbling over furniture and knocking things down, and you turned the bedside lamp on to ease his search.

"Did I wake you up?" Connie bit his lower lip, and through the dim light you watched the way his grey eyes glistened, the way his short brown hair was ruffled, and how the sage green t-shirt hugged his toned abdomen.

"No, no, 's alright. I wasn't sleeping. I can't exactly fall asleep." You clutched the blanket at your chest as you shook the intrusive thoughts away. Connie was your friend, damn it, there was no room for romance between you.

"I can sleep on the floor if you want."

"Oh, God, no, it's... stiff."

"Um, yeah, it kinda is. Alright then, I'll jump in the shower real quick before going to bed." He stumbled into the bathroom and you really wanted to fall asleep now.

But you couldn't. Every time you closed your eyes, Connie's face popped in your head. So much for resting. You tossed and turned on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but nothing helped. It didn't take long for him to finish his shower, and you mentally chastised yourself for not falling asleep when you felt him shuffle under the same blanket that was covering you. For a minute, you didn't utter a word, you barely breathed, afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

"Are you asleep?"

"Nope." You heard the click of Connie's phone and turned around. You couldn't see him, but you could hear him.

"Do you wanna talk about something? Until we fall asleep, I mean." You suggested.

"Hmm, sure." He turned on his side and you felt his breath fanning over your cheeks. You were too close to him. "Actually, d'you wanna smoke?"

"Aren't the others gonna be mad if we smoke without them?"

"They don't have to know. Besides, you and I never smoked together." Connie was already up, rummaging through his backpack with the flashlight of his phone. "And then we can talk as much as you want."

"Alright, I'm down."

You laid on the floor, your head next to Connie's as you looked at the ceiling, smoke leaving your lips. He took the joint from you, fingers touching yours and you blushed, the haze of the weed melting your worries away.

"Do you want me to skip the song?" Connie asked, and for a moment you forgot there was a song playing.

"No, I like it." You confessed. "I didn't know you liked Led Zeppelin."

"There's lots of things you don't know about me, Y/N." He passed you the joint.

"Okay, tell me something else I don't know."

"I like it when you randomly say historical or scientific facts."

"Didn't you say I brag too much about it?" You took one final drag before you stubbed the joint out in a makeshift ashtray filled with a bit of water. By this point you were high as a kite, every trace of rationality gone.

"That doesn't mean I don't like it." Connie smiled and you could feel it in his voice. "Now you tell me something I don't know about you."

"I can't sleep with open doors. It freaks me out." You sat up, a breeze blowing through the window sending shivers down your spine. "It's a bit cold, do you mind if I close the window?"

"Go ahead."

You got up and picked the ashtray up but before you could close the window, you stumbled over a chest of drawers, the ashes mixed with water spilling over your t-shirt.

"You okay?" He quickly crawled to you, concern written all over his face.

"Yeah, I'm just clumsy." You laughed it off and waved your free hand. "I'll go get changed, I should have a spare shirt."

But you didn't have a spare shirt. All you had was that stupid white babydoll, and anxiety seeped through your veins. You couldn't exactly show up in that in front of your crush. And you didn't want to ask him for a shirt either. Fuck it, what else could you do?

You peeked out the bathroom door and saw Connie back in bed, lazily scrolling through his phone. God, this was embarrassing.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He laughed, but when your facial expression didn't change, he frowned. "Y/N?"

"Um, so, I didn't have a spare shirt and- Jesus, this is awkward." You opened the door and his eyes widened. "Is it alright if I sleep in this?"

"Oh, I get it now." Connie scoffed.

"Get what?"

"You were hoping you'd share a room with Jean, right?" He sounded almost disgusted.

"Excuse you? Where did you even get that idea?" You slammed the bathroom door shut, arms folded across your chest.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I've seen the way you two act. Do yourselves a favour and just fuck already."

You were speechless. Completely reactionless. The weed amplified your anger, but his words brought tears to your eyes.

"You... you fucking asshole! You think I brought this for Jean? I brought it for you!"

"Eh? M-me?" Connie was confused, and you were pissed.

"Yes, you. Jean's like a brother to me, oh my God! Ew!"

"Wait, so you and Jean are not in love with each other?"

"In love?? Connie, how high are you exactly?" You walked closer to the bed, arms still crossed.

"But- Fuck, I am stupid." He shook his head, the memories of you flirting with him flashing before his eyes. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

"A bit..." Your muscles relaxed and you sat on the mattress. "Really, Connie, I... I like you. A lot. But you're always giving me mixed signals."

"That's because I always thought you liked Jean!" He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"No, you're the only one."

"Huh, guess I've really been dazed and confused."

Calloused fingertips ran across your hips leaving goosebumps in their trail. Your hands roamed his back and the way Connie kissed you was better than any high you've ever experienced. He was touch-starved, and you were just as needy. His knee found its place between your thighs and you moaned when it barely brushed your cunt.

"I've been dreaming for this moment for as long as I can remember." Connie breathed into your neck, the hot breath tickling your skin.

"Me too, you blind bat." You laughed and he turned you over, hovering over you.

"'M sorry I didn't notice quicker." He kissed you again. One hand travelled lower, pushing your underwear to the side before he pushed two fingers between your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Well, at least now I don't have to finger myself thinking about you." You whimpered with a grin.

"Oh?" Connie arched a brow. "Is that what you've been doing?" He curled up his fingers and you threw your head back with a moan. "I thought you were a prude."

"T-there's lots of things you d-don't know about m-me!" You replied back between oh’sand ah’s, imitating his words from an hour ago. That only earned a sneer from Connie, his head dipping between your thighs. "Wait, what are you do- ooh fuck!"

His tongue lapped at your cunt, fingers pumping in and out of you, and you completely sunk into the mattress, moaning his name over and over again. You gripped the sheets, flexing the muscles in your legs as you squirmed and thrashed. Connie stopped and you almost crushed his skull with your thighs at the empty feeling. He pulled your underwear down and shoved the cotton panties in your mouth.

"Don't wake everyone up, Y/N. You don't want them knowing what a little slut you are, do you?"

You shook your head and Connie went back to circling your clit with his tongue, adrenaline rushing through your entire body with each lick, each suck. Tears of pleasure pooled at your eyes, nose and cheeks red from the thrill of your incoming orgasm. The way he was sloppily eating your pussy and moaning while doing it drove you insane, and within seconds you came undone, thighs trembling with delight. In fact, you were so sore you had to push his head back, begging him to stop so you could return the favour.

"You taste so sweet." Connie licked his lips. You don't know what possessed you to pull him into a kiss after you removed the makeshift gag, but he was right, you were sweet.

"Can I...?" Your eyes drifted down to his twitching cock, your voice soft and quiet.

"You wanna suck it?"

"Yes."

"Later. Right now, I wanna fuck you."

Connie gave you no time to protest, his elbow pushed one of your things to the side, the blushing tip of his cock grazing over your overstimulated clit, up and down your slit. Inch by inch it disappeared into your cunt and he let out a satisfied sigh. You bucked your hips, manicured nails digging into his shoulders with each thrust.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight!" Connie growled, head lowering to kiss you. You could still taste yourself on his lips and that only made you clench your spongy walls around his cock. That seemed to please him, because he rocked his hips harder and faster. "You like it?"

"Oh, God, yes!" You gasped, beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you clawed his back.

"Fuck, I want you to ride me." He gripped your hips tighter and turned you over. You tried your best to get in the new position without letting his cock slip out of you, and when you finally adjusted yourself, it was a whole new challenge. Gravity pulled you down, and his tip brushed your cervix, your eyes squinting at the slight pain. "If it hurts, stop-"

"No!" You cried out, your hands resting on his chest. You bounced up and down, the uncomfortable feeling slowly replaced with pleasure. Connie's hands traced your thighs as you rode him, another wave of heat flushing through your core. His palm met your cunt, thumb circling over your clit. "I can't c-come again!"

"Yes, you can. And you will cream on my cock."

The disgust words worked like magic and you flexed your thighs, bouncing faster, head thrown back, hair cascading down your back. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

"Connie, I-" The words stopped in your throat, the pressure too much for you to handle.

"You what?"

"I'm- oh, God!"

"Atta girl!" He praised you when he felt your silken walls relaxing and your thighs quaking. The second orgasm was so intense you let yourself fall over his chest, dizzy and tired. You thought he'd give you a break, but Connie wrapped an arm around your back, holding you in place before giving your oversensitive cunt a few more thrusts. "Now you can return the favour."

You mustered up some strength to get up and kneel in front of the bed, between his legs.

"Please don't come in my mouth." You asked him before wrapping your pretty lips around his cock.

"Gotchaah-" Connie choked on his words when he felt himself in your hot mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and eyes on him. You didn't break eye contact when you pulled away and spat on the tip, hand pumping his cock to smear the spit. "Hot." He mumbled before you went back to sucking. You felt the throbbing, tightening your lips around him and picking up the pace. "Y/N-"

It all happened in a flash — Connie yanked your hair and pulled your head back, thick ropes of milky white cum shooting all over your face and neck.

"Eew!" You scrunched your nose, hand under your chin to stop it from dripping down the floor.

"What do you mean ew? That's, like, a billion kids!"

"Actually, a fertile man produces around-"

"Don't start. Do not." He pressed his index finger over your lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."

You woke up sore, especially between your thighs, but damn, was it worth it. Connie wrapped an arm around your waist, mumbling something about how pretty you are, but you assumed he was still sleeping — or still high. The sun shone through the blinds and you squinted, annoyed by the brightness, and so you turned around, watching the way your crush snored peacefully.

"Cute." You smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead, waking him up. "Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Why?" Connie rubbed his eyes. "Waking up to you is a blessing."

You couldn't hide the tinting of your cheeks and the grin on your lips. "I didn't think you were the romantic type."

"There's lots of things-"

"I don't know about you. But I'd like to know those things. If you let me, of course." You bit your lower lip, eyes filled with hope.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" He sat up, his eyes serious.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Okay, so maybe Sasha knew a thing or two when she dared Jean to switch roommates.

You walked into the kitchen after getting ready for the day, with Connie following behind you. Everyone was eating their breakfast, and Jean instantly dashed to you.

"Connie, bro, take me back. Sasha's leaving crumbs all over the bed! I can't sleep like that!"

"I can't, man, I wanna spend the rest of the week with my girlfriend." He sneered and you elbowed him.

"I forgot to mention Jean's overprotecti-"

"Your what? Hands off my sister from another mister, you creep!"

"Creep? You're the one who was sexting someone's sister last night." Sasha chimed in, mouth full of cereal.

"Thanks, Sash." Jean rolled his eyes. "For real, how did this happen?"

"You see, mate, when a man and a woman love each other-"

"Nope. I will not hear this."

[anystalker707]

Spicy horror

Pairing: Frank x [fem] Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's Halloween, and (y/n) and Frank finally confess their crushes to each other when binge watching horror movies on Frank's place. Kind of content: Praising / Protected / Oral

Requested by @thisisjustforrequestingfanfics (can't tag you, sorry hhh my T*mblr is acting weird)

a/n - I'm sorry that I coudn't proofread, I might do it soon; I was supposed to be asleep rn

"You're just annoying, old man," I tease with a grin. "But don't whine or else you'll ruin the makeup!" I continue spreading the white concealer over his face, careful to get it on the corners around his nose and around his eye, though not to irritate his eyes.

"No, fuck you," Frank groans, his face twitching to suppress any expression. "Why can't we watch it again tonight? They're the best movies! And stop calling me old man, it's just my birthday! I'm not decomposing or anything!" Despite his words, he smiles, opening his eyes once I pull away, leaning back against the chair of the desk – I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, I agree." I grab the eyeshadow palette from the desk and move closer to him again. "TCM is a great series and all, but can we not watch it for a single week? It's your birthday and we can watch literally any horror movie! And it can be special, like, not something we've watched a thousand times already to the point we already know most of the lines." I glare before motioning for him to close his eyes.

Frank sighs grumpily, leaning his head back. "What are you planning on, then? Alien? Jaws?" He lets out a weird cry when I slap the side of his head lightly, though he is soon chuckling.

"And then you complain when I say how annoying you are!" I spread the dark eyeshadow over his eyes, humming. "It's been a while since we've watched The Howling, Evil Dead, House of Wax. I mean, 'm not gonna complain if we decide on Alien and Jaws either." He hums, pouting. "Don't worry, you're still my favorite old man." I press a kiss to his head.

"I hate you," he laughs.

After a little bit of fake blood and retouching on my makeup, the two of us are leaving Frank's house to go to school, waving his mother goodbye. We don't look like what most of the kids will go dressed up as – not putting enough effort nor choosing the same themes as the jocks and popular people and not invisible enough just to throw on whatever in a black theme. Frank looks like a chill vampire with Bela Lugosi's Dracula references, though still looking like a punk, while I decided on one of my favorite characters. Nothing too extra, but still in the vibe.

"You look ridiculous with that hair slicked back." I kick one of the pebbles on the sidewalk. "I prefer the hedgehog or whatever it is in the normal state."

"I honestly feel like I could kill someone just from biting their jugular off." He grins, throwing his nose in the air – I can't help but to chuckle; he's adorable. "But not gonna be anyone from school, they're not worth it neither their blood would taste good." He twists his mouth. "I feel like most I'd get would be booze, botox and steroids."

"Damn," I snort, "awfully accurate. You're gonna starve, sorry."

Frank pouts, looking down, but a smirk soon tugs on his lips as he takes a step closer. "But you're not that bad, baby, you know?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. "You just want to get in my jugular!"

Both of us burst out in chuckles and our conversation eventually dies down when we walk past the gates to inside the school, replaced by jokes at other people's costumes, sometimes needing to hold onto each other from laughter.

We walk into the first class, already a bit late, but all it does is to attract everyone's attention the moment we step in.

"Ridiculous, as always," some girl mutters under her breath. Funny.

Frank wraps a hand around the length of the coat to stupidly bring it to cover the lower part of his face, looking around with narrowed eyes then wide ones. "I smell not just a lot of blood here," he says in a low and raspy voice, "but also stupidity!" He points at the girl judgingly, making her twist her mouth disgusted.

"I hope Freddy Krueger visits you tonight," I say when walking past her, patting her shoulder. A scream comes from her when noticing the fake blood stain I leave behind on her white outfit, having Frank and I chuckling on our way to the back.

No one really pays attention to the classes – it's Halloween, we're even in stupid clothes and anxious for whatever is going to happen later in the day, so the teacher doesn't even bother scolding Frank and I for talking nonstop in the back of the classroom. To be honest, I think only the goody two shoes are actually doing something, sometimes turning around to glare at the others.

"Okay, okay, shut up for a minute!" I tell Frank, taking a look at the messy words over my notebook to check if I forgot to write something down. "We've got The Howling, Alien, Evil Dead, House of Wax, Dawn of the Dead, Funhouse, Pumpkinhead..."

"Fright Night," Frank continues, "Opera, Cannibal Holocaust, Texas Chainsaw–"

"I said no TCM! Fuck you," I curse, rushing to write everything down, crossing out TCM when I accidentaly write it down.

"Friday the 13th, Poltergeist, Near Dark and Elm Street," he finishes, glaring at me. He hits my shoulder, not enough to hurt. "I'll make you watch TCM with me until you have memorized every single frame of it!"

"Your TCM phase will have died down by then!" I twist my mouth bitterly. "Sorry to kill the hype, baby!" I throw my nose in the air with a chuckle at his sulky manners. He furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a breath for words he never really gets to say. "And we still got to watch all these goth movies and shows lying around! Do you think it was easy finding the 60s Addams family show on DVD? Or that one Frankenstein version on cassette." Okay, the last one was easy to find in a yard sale, but still, it was just luck.

"Okay, mommy, please just don't punish me," Frank says with a groan and a fake moan. I stare at him as he's not able to contain his laughter before starting to hit him with the notebook.

"Too bad you're not a good boy, hun."

For once, school ends up actually being nice and just because Frank and I were getting in the character sometimes and pissing people off. By lunch, he had pulled on some sunglasses and looked like the stupidest fucker while eating his sandwich and smudging more of the lipstick and fake blood around his lips. At some point, we had pretended to have a fight and pierce the other's chest with a pair of scissors just to squeeze a bag of fake blood at whoever walked by – mostly some of the jocks or plastics. So much fun.

The house is quiet when we arrive back at it, a couple hours after school ended, and we find out, later, a note from Frank's mom apologizing she can't be here during the rest of his birthday, though she's sure he'll have fun with me.

"Imma take a shower," I sigh, pointing upstairs.

"Sure," he hums, looking up from the note for a moment to smile at me.

Thankfully, I always leave some clothes at Frank's place because I'm here far too often and not always have the chance or disposition to go back home and grab some clothes. It doesn't prevent me from stealing his hoodie, however, and walking out of the bathroom without all of that sticky makeup or fake blood is the best thing ever. Later, Frank is the one to go take a shower while I take care of the food he had already started to prepare.

"Much better!" I raise my eyebrows at the sight of Frank with his hair back to normal and only a bit of black makeup smudges the underside of his eyes now.

"Y'know, I never said a single thing about how you looked," he mutters with his brow low, coming to lean against the counter, next to me, "still, you've been attacking me every chance you got!"

"Does it offend you?" I smile.

"No, but it still hurts!" He sniffles, a hand flat against his chest. "I know I'm too badass for you to handle, but you don't need to let it be that clear!"

I look at him from head to foot. "I hate you, y'know that?"

"Love you too, hun!" He grins and moves closer, cupping my face exaggeratedly to peck my cheek before we head upstairs with everything we need.

We turn the lights on to organize everything, soon sitting down against a pile of pillows and with food surrounding us, though most of it is on the bedside tables since Frank, mainly, gets extremely uncomfortable with it falling on the bed. It doesn't matter, though, since the food and half empty cans end up going forgotten halfway through the movie at the same time the chatter dies down and we watch The Evil Dead as if it was the first time.

Some funny part comes on – well, not exactly funny, but enough to make us chuckle quietly – and brings us back to reality, sighing and glancing at each other, adjusting our postures as we'd slid down the pillows.

Frank yawns.

"Already tired?" I tease, poking his shoulder.

"No." He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "Getting tired is for losers." He does glance at the clock on his bedside table, however, and the red glowing numbers say it's six something.

"You're my favorite loser, then." I smirk lightly, exhaling.

Frank's eyebrows knit together as he looks at me, but then rolls his eyes. "Well, duh, of course I am! Who else? I'm the best." He scoots closer until his head is leaning on my shoulder and I can't help but to smile.

"No, I am," I groan, arms wrapped around him.

"I am!" He glares and, at some point, we end up in a wrestling match, pushing each other around the mattress among laughter and curses, which comes to a stop when we start getting too tired and I just let Frank lie down on top of me, head on my chest, still watching the movie. "Do you like anyone, (y/n)?" he asks suddenly. "Like, got a crush?"

Random. Why does he want to know? I mean, I do have a crush, but telling him about it is difficult.

"Um, yeah, I guess, why?" I blink, startled when he suddenly brings himself up on his elbows to stare at me.

"I swear to God I'll hunt them down if you forget about me because of them, do you understand?" Frank presses his forehead to mine. "You're the only one I got, sometimes I'm so worried you'll even leave me for whatever reason."

"What?" I breathe a chuckle, though there's not exactly anything funny here. "Never in my right mind would I do that! And you can't hunt my crush down if my crush is actually you," I laugh in a sudden rush of confidence, which wears out awfully quickly, leaving me lying there and rethinking every life choice.

"Me?" Frank widens his eyes. At the lack of answer, he takes a hold of my collar, straddling my hips. "Did I hear it right? Please, (y/n), (n/n), soulmate? I'm your goddamn crush? For how long?"

I shake my head lightly, shrugging. "Months? A long time."

"And you just told me now?" He cries, forehead pressed to my shoulder. "Slow motherfucker."

"I didn't want you to leave me either, c'mon!" I sigh in defeat, running a hand through his hair. "I remember that time a girl confessed to you and you'd simply vanish whenever she showed up. What if that was with me? I'd not be able to live like this, y'know that."

"Y'know, yeah, seeing it from that point..." Frank shrugs, bringing himself up to face me again. "Still, I wouldn't avoid you like that! Dunno, but it doesn't matter now because you just relieved me of months of suffering. Looking at these pretty lips without being able to kiss it." He furrows his eyebrows, eyes on my lips. "Can I kiss you, tho? Now that we feel stupid for all these months. Damn. At least I feel."

I breathe a chuckle. "Of course! Do you think I wasn't dying to do it either?"

Next thing I know are Frank's lips pressed against mine softly, soon growing firm with confidence. His fingers run along my neck lightly, in a caring manner, dropping to trace my collarbones.

"Also," Frank breathes, pulling away; his face never moves farther than a couple of inches whilst he adjusts his position, lying down beside me on the mattress. "Maybe it's wrong to say and I've always tried to say it in a subtle manner, but–" his eyes meet mine, "–you've got the body of a goddess! Like, dunno, sometimes you comment about not having an 'ideal', skinny body, but you're just so perfect," he groans, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Frank!" I tap on his back lightly. It's not that I don't like what he said – no, damn, it sends my heart fluttering, this warmth taking over my chest –, but is it really the truth? I didn't think it was possible for anyone to tell me this.

"No, I'm telling the truth!" Frank grins. "Like, your thighs and all. I just want to squeeze and bite you! Not in a bad way, I mean." I must give him a funny look because of how flustered he grows, tongue playing with his lip ring as he looks away. "There's a lot to unpack, fuck, I thought it was obvious how I always sit there gazing at you and shit, but..."

"Likewise." I glare playfully, making him chuckle.

"Y'know–" Frank smiles lazily, "–this is the best birthday I've ever had, by far." He brushes his lips against mine softly, watching me through half lidded eyes. "Never knew you'd actually like me back. Never believed it was possible, to be honest."

"I never cogitated you like me," I breathe.

"Well, okay," he says, "we've already gotten through this. I think we should focus on now."

"I'm not the one who keeps bringing back past thoughts!" I chuckle at how he pouts, scowling funnily.

"Shut up, shut up, I get it!" Frank rolls his eyes and presses his lips to mine before I can say anything, having me smiling against the kiss until returning it, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Now that we've finally kissed, keeping our lips off each others' feels almost impossible – letting go of each other feels almost impossible. "God fucking damnit," he groans under his breathe, moving to press kisses down my jaw, soon reaching my neck.

A sigh escapes my lips at the kisses, though it turns into quiet pleased sounds at the feeling of his teeth pulling at my skin and sometimes closing around it, sucking on it whilst all I can bring myself to do is tugging onto his hair. Suddenly, however, feeling his hands traveling down to my hips and squeezing them makes me gasp, probably reacting a bit more than I intended.

"What?" Frank pulls away at the same moment, eyes wide. "Did I do something wrong? Please– Damn, I'm so sorry!"

"N-No, no," I finally bring myself into speaking up, feeling my cheeks burn bright red. "I, um, I actually... liked it. A lot. Sorry if I scared you, I just wasn't expecting it. I don't mind, really," I insist as he continues looking at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"You sure?"

"Yeah!" I smile, bringing him for a quick kiss before he's trailing down my neck again.

Frank's hands go down my body, experimentally at first and then squeezing my hips again, receiving another reaction this time, including just a soft gasp as I push my hips up – a shiver runs down my spine with it, a nice one. Fuck.

"Damn..." Frank breathes, hands running down to my thighs then up again to slide under my shirt. "It's a bit early, maybe–" he shrugs, looking at me, "–but... is it okay if..."

Holy hell. "Of course," I say without thinking much – he continues to stare, so I nod.

"Fuck yeah," he mutters, lips against mine for a few seconds before he's pulling my shirt over my head and the expression on his face carries such admiration that I can't help but to feel embarrassed for a moment. He never lets me cover myself, nonetheless, hands flying to my waist to hold firmly onto it as he's pressing kisses from my stomach to my hip. "No, seriously–" he sits up again, "–how can someone be so perfect?" He seems to be talking mostly to himself, getting rid of his shirt.

"Dunno." I grin. "How does it feel to be so perfect, baby?"

Frank exhales shakily. "You'll be the death of me and I ain't even joking." He presses a kiss to my collarbone, starting to nibble down at the skin again, trailing down to my chest, lips sometimes lingering over my breasts – sure as hell he leaves a few marks behind, considering how invested he gets.

Something tells me he doesn't know what to focus on. His hands never stay in the same place for too long, going down my thighs then trailing up to my waistband, up my torso, and then he repeats it.

"C'mon," I mutter, placing his hands on my waistband. He's a bit hesitant, but quickly undoes the buttons and starts pulling it down – I help him, kicking the pants away in the end.

A string of curses slip past Frank's lips as he quickly gets rid of his jeans too and, when coming back, he kneels down between my legs this time, spreading them apart. Our lips are yet again locked in a kiss, different from the others, more heated up and urgent this time as we hold onto each other. I play with the hair on the back of his neck and tug onto it instead at the feeling of his hands around my ass, groping.

"Frank, damn," I breathe quietly for a second we pull apart and, opposite to earlier, he gets the hint and does it again, humming against my lips. Once he stops groping, his hands just run along my skin, up and down my body, sometimes lingering. The most lovesick look decorates his face when he pulls away. My heart.

I place my hands on Frank's shoulders as I sit up, changing our positions. He observes me with wide eyes and I smile at him before pressing kisses to his neck, leaving behind a hickey before I can go lower and lower until my fingers are around the waistband of his boxers and I pause, looking up at him, and continue after he nods.

Frank's already half hard, a breath hitching in his throat as, after discarding his boxers, I assume my previous position.

Even if it's not the first time I've done that, this nervousness still lies under my skin as I wrap a hand around him, pumping him lightly before wrapping my lips around the head experimentally. He breathes sharply.

Only halfway through it that I allow myself to look up at Frank, pausing for a moment after finding out he's been watching, propped up on his elbows, eyes focused on me and jaw slack, but I don't look away, hollowing my cheeks instead and watching him break under my gaze, letting go of all the tension for a second.

I repeat the motions a few times and pull away, licking up along the underside, around the tip, and he's suddenly pulling me away – eyes wide and face flushed this time.

Frank mumbles something I can't quite understand, but it doesn't really matter. He moves closer, both of us soon assuming the position we were in minutes ago, pressed against each other. Now, he removes my underwear and his hand slips between us, however.

Pleasure is sent ringing up my spine at the feeling of Frank's fingers slipping past my lips, quickly finding my clit and wasting no time on working his thumb on it while a couple of fingers tease my entrance. Moans just escape my throat easily after he breaks the kiss, mouthing his way until the inside of one of my thighs – he bites and sucks on the skin there. His tongue is suddenly there, then, against my clit, working around it before being replaced by his lips and my vision goes fucking blank when I can feel him sucking on it.

"Fuck," Frank curses once pulling away, moving to frantically rummage through the nightstand's drawer; I groan at the loss of touch, pushing my hips up into nothing.

Hearing the sound of foil being torn makes me understand what's happening, and I watch him rush to slip the condom on, giving us a moment to catch our breath before he's positioning himself, a hand on my hip whilst another holds himself up.

"Tell me if there's something wrong, okay?" he asks slowly, "I'll stop right away. Don't be afraid."

"Same to you," I say softly, cupping his face to pull him for a soft, quick kiss.

Frank smiles with a nod and looks down before I can feel him against my entrance, pushing in slowly. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tightly, feeling his chest vibrate against mine with the low moan coming from him, replaced by a sigh once he sinks in completely. He starts moving right away, hips jerking experimentally before attaining a heavy and slow pace which doesn't last long due to how needy we are already.

I gasp at how he thrusts in harder, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold him close and having my legs around his hips, instinctively.

Curses and praises are breathed into my ear among moans, somehow making the pleasure pool down in my lower stomach even more intensely, summed up to feeling his hands groping on my ass again, fingers sinking into the skin.

"You're just so perfect, (y/n)," he babbles, "and even better that now you're all mine."

Suppressing a louder moan turns out to be impossible at the feeling of Frank's hips reaching a certain angle and, soon, the answer I had in my slips away from my grasp and all there's left is just how good he feels. I travel a hand up to his hair, remembering how he reacted to it earlier, and tug on it in a form of response, though also wanting to hear how pathetically he moans at it.

"'M gonna cum," I manage to say before being cut off by a moan, arching my back.

"Me too, babe," he groans, "almost there."

Frank pauses, adjusting himself so a hand is under my thigh and another on the mattress for major support and his thrusts are suddenly harsher. I throw my head back at the same time, holding onto him tightly, and it doesn't take long for all the pleasure that had been building up so far to unravel at once – it apparently triggers the same on him, considering how tight his grasp gets whilst a higher pitched moan comes from him.

Coming down from the high, I feel almost numb, in a good way. Frank pulls away and I'm only aware of him when he's lying down next to me, both of us breathing heavily and unable to do anything aside from staring at the ceiling for a long moment.

"Damn, I love you so much, so much," he mumbles again.

I breathe a chuckle, feeling him cuddling up to me, arms wrapped around me. "And I love you, dumbass." I press a kiss to his head.

"My girlfriend now, right?" he asks. "Nevermind, you don't get to choose." He chuckles, though it quickly dies down. "Just kidding, okay? Tell me to and I'll fuck off."

I laugh, still breathless. "Of course I am. I didn't confess for nothing."