#this is all to put aside the ‘he cant do wrong hes 12’

[radioroxx]

not that i mind fandom discourse too much (its natural, it happens) but even if we assume that it WAS gregory in the elevator, and he did kill her, betray her etc. never have i ever seen so much hatred towards a villain character before. its so… unnecessarily aggressive.

i think you guys just hate kids tbh

[woniehugs]

OPERATION: FUCK SIM JAEYUN.

CHAPTER 3

—✧ summary: as a student, you were a huge academic overachiever, always wanting to excel in class and get the highest grades. as a teenage girl, you wanted to get some hardcore action. academics were stressful, and you needed an outlet for that stress. besides, it's your second to the last year in high school. what could possible go wrong if you deviated and have a little fun? you've had your eyes on one guy for a while now, sim jaeyun. the handsome guy, the star soccer player, good at physics. now, you had another goal aside from finishing the school year as the top student: fuck sim jaeyun. one day, you get partnered together for a project, and one thing led to another, you end up in his bed. this might just turn your life for the better... or the worst.

—✧ pairing: jake sim x fem! reader

—✧ genre: highschool! au, fluff, pining (mutual? you'll see, friends with benefits, casual relationship, smut (in later parts)

—✧ warnings: heavy makeout sesh, dry humping, groping, dirty talk, they finish in their clothes obviously

—✧ word count: 5.5k

—✧ author’s note: so yeah this is my first time writing something like this (kill me now) so tell me where i should improve bc i’m not sure if i’m doing this right (send help). gotta be honest, this is more of a filler and for you horny fuckers out there lol.

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you hadn't planned on ending up in jake’s room that night, let alone on his bed. but there you were, heart racing as his lips moved against yours, each kiss growing deeper and more urgent. the project lay abandoned on the desk, your notebooks and papers forgotten the moment he pulled you closer, his hands firm on your waist.

the rush of it all, the heat of his touch, the way he whispered your name—made your head spin, drowning out the voice in the back of your mind warning you to slow down. it felt good to lose yourself in the moment, to let go of the pressures and expectations for once. but just as your hands moved to trace the lines of his jaw, a sudden surge of doubt stopped you cold.

"jake, wait," you breathed, pulling back and putting a hand on his chest to create some space. "w-we need to talk about this first."

he froze, his dark eyes searching yours, still catching his breath. "what else is there to talk about? we’re on the same page, aren’t we?” jake said softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

“we are… i think.” you whispered out the last part, looking away from jake and sitting yourself up on his bed as he gives you some space to do so. you wrap your arms around your legs, “but i just want to make sure. it’s best we know what we want from each other, right?”

jake tilts his head at you, and to be frank, you found the action quite adorable, if it weren’t for his messy hair, swollen lips, and cheeks tinted red. now, he just looks like something out of one of your daydreams. that was all your doing, you were acutely aware of it.

he gives you a small smile, brushing his hand through his hair. "of course. just want to make sure of something real quick." his tone was casual, almost teasing, but there was something in his eyes—something that made you wonder if he was just as conflicted as you were.

you opened your mouth to ask, but then jake leaned in and kissed you again, catching you off guard. it was different this time—softer, as if asking for permission. you felt the world tilting, his warmth pulling you back into the moment despite your doubts.

when he pulled away, you found yourself breathless once more, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

"well?" he said with a crooked smile. "you didn't hate that, did you?"

nah. do it again please.

you rolled your eyes to hide the fluttering in your chest, but you couldn't ignore the truth in his words. "no, i didn't," you admitted, voice barely a whisper.

drawing in a deep breath, you sat up straighter, steeling yourself. “jake, if we’re going to do… whatever this is, there has to be some rules.”

he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “rules? are we signing a contract now?” jake teased, but his tone remained light, like he was testing the waters.

you shot him a look, resisting the urge to laugh. “i’m serious,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “i’m gonna be straight with you. i’m not really looking to jump into a relationship, not ready for all that right now. so, whatever this is—” you gestured between the two of you, “—it’s strictly casual.”

jake’s lips twitched into a smirk, his gaze never leaving yours. “you sound like you’ve been planning this for a while. should i be worried?”

there was a bit of (no. whole.) truth in his words, and you weren’t really sure if you’ll ever admit it to him, especially not this early on. “you’ll have to find out on your own.”

“strictly casual,” he echoed, leaning back slightly on his hands. you’re grateful that he decided to let the previous question slide. “got it. so, no swooning over me in the halls, writing love poems, or any of that cringey stuff?”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, though the corner of your mouth twitched upward. “get off your high horse, jake. but exactly. no expectations, no labels. just… this.” you said, letting your voice trail off as you tried to find the right words. “we don’t let it interfere with anything else, and we definitely don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be.”

jake tilted his head, his expression turning thoughtful. “alright, no complications. but what if i buy you a coffee one day? is that off-limits, or are casual coffee dates allowed?”

a small laugh escaped you. “casual coffee is fine,” you conceded. “just don’t call it a date.”

“noted.” jake leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “and if i kiss you again, like right now, does that fall under ‘strictly casual,’ too?”

your breath hitched, but you held your ground. “as long as we both know it doesn’t mean anything,” you replied softly. “and it ends the moment one of us says so.”

jake’s smirk softened as he studied you, his eyes flickering with something that felt like curiosity, or maybe a hint of a challenge. he moved closer, his fingers tracing light circles along your arm. the touch was casual, but it sent a shiver through you, making it harder to stay focused.

“i’m assuming casual means i can still do... this." his fingers skimmed up your arm to your shoulder, a faint smile tugging at his lips when you didn't pull away.

you swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "it means no strings attached, jake. no acting like we're something we're not." you caught his gaze, determined to keep the conversation on track even as your heart pounded in your ears. "we don't get jealous. we don't make this complicated."

he tilted his head, looking at you with that familiar glint of mischief. "and if i happen to like having you all to myself for a night?" he asked, his thumb brushing against the side of your neck now. "that doesn't count as jealousy, does it?"

you almost laughed, shaking your head as you placed a hand on his chest, more to keep him from getting any closer than to push him away. "as long as you don't start acting possessive or territorial, i think we're good," you said, your tone light but firm.

"this isn't supposed to be some dramatic thing. we’re just two people who enjoy each other's company. that’s it."

jake’s hand slid down to your waist, resting there as he considered your words. "alright," he said slowly, "no drama. no jealousy." he let his fingers trace the hem of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin. "but if i call you over to see you and talk, that's still within the rules, right?"

you hesitated, feeling his hand slip just slightly under the fabric, his touch making your skin tingle. "it depends on what you want to talk about when you call me over," you replied, your voice lower now.

a smirk tugs at the corner of jake’s lips as he moved closer, his hand drifting from your waist down to your hip, his fingers tracing the curve there. “what if i want to do more than just talk?"

you felt the heat rise in your cheeks, but you held your ground. "if you're talking about hooking up, then sure. but I'm serious about keeping it simple. no mixed signals."

jake chuckled, the sound low in his throat as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear. “so, if i told you that i’ve been thinking about fucking you since last saturday," he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, "that wouldn't be breaking any rules, would it?"

bingo.

your breath hitched, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you at his words.

"as long as you're not expecting any strings attached afterward," you shot back, trying to maintain your composure.

"i don't think I've ever heard you sound this serious before," he teased, leaning away from you. "it’s almost like you’re scared i’m going to break your little rules.”

he’s right. maybe you are scared. but who cares? that’s the reason why you set the rules. to set boundaries and not cross them. this was all just going to be a fun game for you (that you started) so you can have some excitement before you graduate. and what better way than to fool around with the hottest guy in school?

you pushed gently at his chest, keeping him at bay while still meeting his gaze. "i’m just making sure we're clear," you said. "i don't want either of us to get the wrong idea. if this starts to get messy, we stop. simple as that."

jake’s smile widened, a glint of mischief returning to his eyes. “good. because i’m not ready for all that relationship stuff, either,” he said, his tone earnest beneath the playful facade. “just two people having a little fun, right?”

“right,” you echoed, feeling a mixture of relief and nervous anticipation as you set the terms. it felt good to put some boundaries in place, to have some control over whatever was happening and about to happen between you.

“i’m allowed to touch you like this, right? because i gotta say, i’m kind of enjoying it."

“you’ve been doing it since earlier, jake, and i haven’t said a thing about it. what do you think?”

before jake could say anything more, you clap your hands together. "okay, then. we both know what we want from this," you said. "and we're not letting it interfere with anything else."

he gave a slow nod, his fingers still resting lightly on your skin. "agreed. and just so we're clear, i’m not saying i won’t keep wanting to kiss you like this," jake added with a playful glint in his eye. "but i’ll play by your rules."

you stood up, grabbing your bag from the floor and feeling the weight of the

agreement settle between you. "good. then i guess i’ll see you around. it’s getting late.” you said, turning to head to the door.

a thought suddenly stopped you, and you turned back to jake, meeting his gaze. “oh, and one more thing,” you added, voice firm. “i don’t want anyone else to know about this.”

jake’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “keeping me a secret already?” he teased, “don’t worry. i’m good at keeping things quiet, as long as you are.”

you felt a flutter of something at his words, but you brushed it aside, nodding once before finally turning to leave.

but before you could, jake caught your wrist, pulling you back in for one last kiss, slow and deliberate, like he was making a point of savoring it.

when he finally let go, his voice was a low murmur against your ear. "just don't forget to call me if you ever need to break the rules a little."

a thought lingered in your mind, wondering if “strictly casual” was going to be as simple as you’d hoped.

“i think you’ll be the first one to call out of the two of us.”

• • •

jake: hey, can we meet up?

you: but it’s so late? we have school tomorrow, jake.

jake: you said we could meet anytime.

you: well, yeah, but i didn’t think you’d also mean this late. i literally just finished doing homework :’)

jake: then i’ll come over to yours then.

you: you don’t know where i live???

upon reading jake’s message and realizing that he won’t be replying in the next 10 minutes, you dragged your chair across the tiled floor and ran to your closet, quickly rummaging through your clothes to wear something more appropriate.

you weren’t about to let jake see you in your home clothes that looked like lingerie since you’ve had these since you were a teenager, and you couldn’t care less about who’ll see you in those.

tonight was a different story.

“y/n, i told you not to drag your chair or stomp your feet so loud on the floor. we can hear it from down here!” your mom scolded, and you winced a bit at her tone.

“sorry mom! panicked a bit, and all…” you replied, your voice coming to a whisper at the end.

you picked out a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie that covers up to your thighs. it definitely looked too big on you, but you also didn’t want jake to think you were desperate.

not that you were, of course. (you were)

it had only been three days since you and jake had the talk and set your boundaries if you both wanted to make this work. you’ve been a giddy mess ever since, always looking forward to seeing jake whether it was at school or not. at school, you would continue your usual routine of eating together at lunch and bringing the other to each other’s classes.

when the two of you were sure no one’s looking or that you were out of plain sight, jake’s hand would linger against yours for more than a few seconds, intertwining his pinky with yours, and you’d feel the ghost of a smile forming on your lips.

there was even a time after classes, you two had purposely got out of your rooms a bit later than usual, and before you could process what was about to happen, jake kissed you softly on the lips.

“i’ve been waiting to do that all day.” he whispered against your lips.

you touch your lips upon remembering the memory. you suddenly needed jake, right now, by your side, so badly. luckily for you, the heavens above seemed to listen to your prayers.

you heard a light knock outside your window, startling you. quickly putting on your hoodie, you grabbed your phone from your desk to see if jake had messaged you.

jake: i’m outside your window

your heart skipped a beat as you read jake’s message. hr was actually here, outside your window, in the middle of the night. you pulled on your hoodie, took a deep breath, and walked over to your window, heart pounding.

sliding the window open, you saw jake standing below, hands shoved into his pockets, his face lit by the glow of the streetlamp. he looked up, flashing you a grin that was both mischievous and a little sheepish.

“hey,” he whispered, a glint in his eye.

“what are you doing here?” you whispered back, trying not to sound too excited. “you’re insane, you know that?”

“maybe.” he shrugged, then glanced around, as if to check if anyone else was watching. “come down?”

you glanced back at your bedroom door, wondering if your parents were asleep yet. “if we get caught, we’re dead.”

jake smirked. “then we’ll just have to be careful, won’t we?”

you couldn’t help but smile back, the thrill of sneaking out making your pulse race. slipping on your shoes, you quietly tiptoed down the stairs, each step feeling like a mini victory against the silence of the house. finally, after what felt like an eternity, you slipped outside, and there he was, waiting for you with that same, soft smile.

you walked over to him, crossing your arms to fend off the night chill. “so, what’s the plan, mister ‘i-show-up-outside-your-window-at-midnight’?”

jake took a step closer, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. “no plan. just wanted to see you.” his voice softened, and for a moment, it felt like the world faded you

your breath hitched, and you suddenly felt like words were pointless. instead, you looked down, your fingers finding his, your hands intertwining naturally. you stood there, holding hands in the quiet night, as if there was no one else in the world but the two of you.

“how’d you know where i live anyway?” you ask, ignoring the butterflies you were feeling in your stomach. it was your first time experiencing something like this, and you weren’t so sure on what you should do. either way, the fact that jake came over to see you had you thinking of other things outside your original plan.

“you did mention before that you lived nearby. i also happen to catch you enter your house just one time because i was going around the neighborhood.” jake answered with a smile, and you swore you could die right then and there at the sight.

“that’s very stalker-ish of you, sim jaeyun.” you teased, “what would the others think?”

jake chuckles, “don’t really care. besides, it’s not like i was trying to figure out your address. like i said, i just happened to be there.”

a comfortable silence fell between the two of you. you’re surprised he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and a part of you is glad that he hasn’t.

he glanced at your window again and raised an eyebrow. “so… mind if i come up?”

your eyes widened, but the thought of jake in your room sent a thrill down your spine. “are you serious? i literally just went down because you told me to.”

“well, unless you want your neighbors to keep watching me stand here,” he teased, nodding toward a window across the street where a curtain had just shifted slightly. “or we could always go somewhere. whatever you want.”

without another word, you took his hand and led him inside, carefully closing the door behind you and tiptoeing up the stairs. every step felt louder than it was, and your heart pounded as you reached your room. you nudged the door closed with your foot, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.

jake glanced around, taking in the cozy mess of books and clothes, the walls decorated with photos, and the fairy lights strung above your bed. “so, this is your space,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

“yep, this is where the magic happens,” you joked, trying to calm the fluttering in your stomach.

jake chuckled, his gaze lingering on you. “magic, huh? maybe i should come over more often.”

you felt your cheeks warm, and before you could respond, he walked over to sit on your bed, patting the spot beside him. you joined him, sitting closer than you normally would, his knee brushing against yours.

a comfortable silence settled over you both. after a moment, he lifted your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and gently tracing circles on your palm. “i’ve been thinking about you all day,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you looked up at him, caught in his gaze. “yeah?”

“yeah,” he replied, his eyes softening as he leaned in. you felt his hand slide up to cup your cheek, and he kissed you, slow and gentle, as if savoring the moment. it was the kind of kiss that made everything else disappear.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you breathing softly. “i’ll probably get in so much trouble for sneaking out here,” he whispered, grinning.

you laughed quietly, your heart racing. “me too. but right now? i don’t really care.”

as you sat there, your faces close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, jake leaned in again, deepening the kiss. his lips moved with a new intensity, and you could feel your heart racing in response, echoing the thrill coursing through your veins. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, his hands finding their way to your waist-his grip firm yet gentle, grounding you even as your head began to spin.

your fingers tangled in his hair, feeling the softness beneath your touch as his hands slipped from your waist to the small of your back, pressing you against him. the warmth of his touch seeped through the fabric of your hoodie, making your skin tingle beneath. his hand began to trail up your spine, hesitating slightly as if checking to see if you were comfortable. you responded by pressing even closer, your bodies fitting together as if they were always meant to.

a soft smile escaped his lips against yours, and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. he began to trail kisses along your jaw, his lips brushing against sensitive skin, making you shiver involuntarily.

"you’re driving me crazy," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and sultry. the way he said it sent a thrill of desire coursing through you.

"maybe i like it," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the teasing tone escaping before you could fully consider the boldness of your words.

his hand moved back down, resting at your hip, while his other hand stayed at the nape of your neck. he gently massaged the spot there, his fingers dancing against your skin as he brought your face back to his for another deep kiss. you could feel the heat radiating between you, the urgency of the moment intertwining with the sweetness of your connection.

you both moved in sync, exploring each other's touch and finding that perfect rhythm together. each kiss, each caress felt like a promise, igniting something primal and raw within you. your breaths came faster, filling your quiet room with a soft, unspoken language, each touch and glance saying more than words ever could.

"god, I can't get enough of you," he breathed, his hands brushing up your sides, his touch igniting every nerve in your body.

"you make me want to do things I've never even thought about before."

the tension built with every second, electric and charged, making you ache for more. "is that so?" you teased back, feeling bold.

"what exactly do you want to do to me?" the challenge hung in the air, making your heart race even faster as you felt his eyes darken with desire.

"maybe I want to take my time," he replied, his voice deep and husky. "to feel every inch of you." his fingers slipped under the hem of your hoodie, brushing against your bare skin, igniting a spark that made you gasp softly.

"maybe i’d let you," you breathed, your voice breathy, filled with longing as his touch sent shivers down your spine. you could feel the heat pooling in your core, an ache that was becoming harder to ignore. "but only if you can handle it."

jake’s breath hitched, and a low, throaty chuckle escaped his lips. "oh, i can handle it, believe me." his hands trailed higher, brushing against the sides of your body, making you moan softly as the warmth spread through you.

eventually, both of you pulled back slightly, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. jake looked at you with a soft, almost awed smile, and you couldn't help but smile back, feeling both exhilarated and slightly dazed. "you’re incredible," he said, his voice a mixture of admiration and lust.

you rested your head against his shoulder, still holding onto him as if to keep yourself steady. "so are you," you whispered, feeling vulnerable yet safe in his embrace. "i never imagined it would feel like this with you."

"neither did I," he admitted, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm, sending warmth through you. "but i think we're just getting started, yeah?”

your heart raced at his words, anticipation swirling within you. you lifted your head to meet his gaze, the heat in the room palpable.

"then show me," you challenged softly, your voice laced with desire. "show me what you really want."

jake leaned in closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the space between. "oh, i intend to," he murmured, his lips hovering tantalizingly close to yours, teasingly brushing against your mouth as if he were savoring the moment.

with a sudden burst of confidence, he captured your lips again, this time more fervently. you melted against him, the world around you fading as the kiss deepened into something more desperate. the sensation was electric, igniting a fire within you that begged to be fed. you could feel his hands roaming your back, fingers trailing down to the curve of your waist, pulling you even closer, as if he wanted to fuse your bodies together.

"tell me how it feels," he breathed between kisses, his voice thick with desire. "i want to hear you."

your heart raced at his request, the weight of his gaze making you feel exposed yet exhilarated. "it feels... amazing," you managed to gasp, feeling the warmth pooling in your stomach as you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck. "you make me feel things i didn't know i could."

a smirk played on his lips at your honesty, and he leaned in again, his lips trailing down your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. "good," he whispered against your skin, his breath hot and inviting.

"because I want to make you feel so much more." his mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you couldn't help but moan softly, the sound reverberating between you, fueling the fire of the moment.

jake paused for a moment, lifting his head to look into your eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in his gaze. "what else do you want?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"because I want to give it to you."

you felt emboldened by the intensity of his gaze, the need in your chest surging. "i want you to take control," you said, your voice barely a whisper, thick with desire. "show me how much you want me."

his expression shifted, the playful glint replaced with something darker, more serious. "you asked for it," he replied, capturing your lips once more, the kiss turning urgent and demanding. his hands gripped your hips, guiding you to straddle his lap, the shift in position igniting a new wave of heat between you.

you gasped at the sudden closeness, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressing against you. "jake..." you breathed, the thrill of the moment making your head spin as your body instinctively moved against his.

"god, you're incredible," he murmured, his hands sliding down to your thighs, fingers digging in gently as he held you against him.

"i can't believe how much i want you." the raw honesty in his voice sent another jolt of heat through you, causing your breath to hitch.

"then don't hold back," you urged, the thrill of the moment overwhelming your senses. "i want all of you."

his eyes darkened with a mix of hunger and admiration as he took your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks.

"you’re making it hard to think," he said with a chuckle, his voice laced with desire. "but i’ll do my best." with that, he kissed you again, this time with a ferocity that left you gasping for breath, his hands moving to explore the curves of your body.

the kiss deepened, and you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip, seeking permission. you opened up for him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he tasted you, exploring the depths of your mouth with an intensity that left you dizzy. his hands continued their exploration, finding their way beneath your hoodie, fingers splaying against your bare skin, igniting sparks of pleasure with every caress.

"jake," you breathed, your voice tinged with desperation as his touch ignited every nerve ending in your body. "you’re driving me wild."

"i can't help it," he admitted, his voice desperate as he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

jake lifted you slightly, positioning you so that you were straddling his lap fully. the fabric of your shorts brushed against him, and you felt the unmistakable heat of his desire pressing against you. the sensation sent a thrill of excitement through you, and you instinctively ground down against him, your breath hitching as the friction intensified the ache building inside.

"god, yes," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements as you rocked against him. "just like that."

you met his gaze, feeling a mix of exhilaration and hunger as you continued to grind against him. each movement sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, and you could feel the tension building as you found your rhythm. the room was filled with the sound of soft gasps and whispers, a language of intimacy that only you two understood.

"jake," you moaned, feeling the heat between you intensify. you leaned forward, capturing his lips again, your tongues dancing as the urgency of the moment escalated. his hands slipped beneath your hoodie, fingers grazing your skin, making you shiver with every touch. he groped your sides, fingers digging into your flesh as he held you against him, anchoring you in place.

"damn, you feel incredible," he breathed against your lips, his voice thick with desire.

you could feel him shift beneath you, pressing up into you with a delicious urgency that made you gasp. "i could get lost in you."

you smiled against his mouth, feeling emboldened by his words. "then get lost," you whispered playfully, your voice laced with challenge. you ground down harder, the friction igniting a fire in your core that made you moan softly, your body craving more of his touch.

jake responded immediately, his grip tightening on your hips as he guided you to move in a way that sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. "you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, planting soft kisses along your collarbone.

you reveled in the sensations, feeling your body respond eagerly to each of his movements. the heat built between you, a heady mix of lust and connection that made the world around you fade even further. "i think I'm starting to understand," you gasped, the pleasure nearly overwhelming as you continued to grind against him, lost in the rhythm.

"just don't stop," he urged, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, encouraging you to move faster, deeper. "you feel so good, y/n."

as you picked up the pace, the pressure in your lower belly grew, a delicious tension that left you breathless. each thrust against him sent jolts of pleasure coursing through you, and you couldn't help but moan louder, completely lost in the moment. the sounds of your bodies meeting, the soft gasps and murmurs, filled the room.

"jake, I'm so close," you panted, your breaths coming in quick gasps as you pressed against him, feeling the heat pooling deep within you. the combination of his hands on you and the friction between your bodies was driving you wild, each movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"me too," he admitted, his voice raw with need. "just a little more."

with every grinding motion, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you, lost in each other, wrapped in heat and longing. you could feel the tension building, ready to snap, and you knew you were both teetering on the edge of something explosive.

"just let go," jake urged, his hands tightening on you, his voice low. “you can do it.”

with one last grind, you felt the wave of pleasure wash over you, crashing like a tidal wave as you moaned his name, completely lost in the moment. the sensations flooded through you, every nerve ending alive with pleasure as you clung to him, feeling the intensity of your connection as you both rode the waves of ecstasy together.

as the waves of pleasure began to settle, breathless and exhilarated, you rested your forehead against his. you both took a moment to catch your breath, the air still thick with intimacy. jake shifted under you, his expression softening as he reached for you. “hey,” he murmured, brushing a stray hair from your face, “you okay?”

you nodded, a smile creeping onto your lips as the afterglow washed over you. “y-yeah, that was amazing,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread through you at his concern.

jake leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’m glad,” he said softly. he then settled you slowly on the bed before slipping out, moving towards the bathroom just near your desk. you could hear the sound of water running, and moments later, he returned with a damp washcloth.

“here, let me clean you up,” he offered, his voice warm and tender. as he gently wiped away the remnants of your encounter, you felt a rush of affection for him. hr moved with care, making sure you were comfortable, and you couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness.

“thank you,” you said, feeling both cherished and secure. jake smiled back, his eyes sparkling with sincerity. once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed beside you, pulling you close into his embrace.

“i just want to make sure you’re okay,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you protectively. you nestled against him, feeling safe and content.

you were definitely more than okay.

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[pwnyta]

Genshin character Judgement after all these years of playing. I will judge looks, personality, and say my favorite voice! Now with 5-stars, alphabetical order PART 2.

(under the cut)

Definitely a a better looks than Ganyus... Cloud Retainer whats going on with you that your daughters are dressed this way tho... BUT. I love Shenhe. Her story was so good... her song still makes me cry. Its a shame she doesnt exist anymore LMAO.

Her CN and KR voices are best IMO. I dont mind her EN tho.

Cute design but I wish she was a regular Melusine. ALSO HYV sure has the nerve to do a 'RACISM BAD' storyline with her but still fucking refuse to add a playable character with dark skin or a different hair texture... especially in NATLAN which is based on the precolonial Americas and Africa... ITS A CHOICE. Really the only time we see darker skin characters with locs are ENEMIES. Fuck off. Sigewinne this isnt your fault baby close your eyes.

I dont like her EN VA at all but the rest are very cute.

King dripless. My god. Also he was WAAAAY to easily forgiven for what he did... But his personality is fun so I cant hate him.

His EN voice too is kinda goofy... but his other VAs have sexy voices. So good for them.

UGH.

UGHHH His EN VA got replaced because the old one was a creep but they replaced him with such a generic voice it kinda sucked. LMAO. Not as bad as his JP voice tho... why does he sound 12?

Venti my boy. It took me awhile to warm up to Venti but I like him a lot now. I WILL SAY... there a quite a few people who will tear down Zhongli for him and I hate them. To mischaracterize Zhongli to make Venti look better is crazy... for what? VenXiao? Its a choice. Its not Zhonglis fault hes got a better relationship with Xiao... also if Zhongli got people drunk without their consent or brushed aside Barbaras stalkers youd ring his neck.

THAT ALL SAID. Ventis fun. Good guy mostly. Im fairly certain he'll have a 2nd story come Natlan considering his connections to Vanessa.

I dont mind any of his VAs.

Biggest glow up in Genshin history. I kinda dont like that he deleted his misdeeds from the history of the world... BUT.... hes getting better and hes putting in effort to be better so I got over it. He was really great in this Summer event. Wish he wasnt fuckin BLUE tho. Ya know now that I think about how Scara deleted himself from the GI memory I guess thats why Nahida has a digital vibe.. I guess the tree IS like a computer... (I still think its weird) Also I named MY wanderer Galilei! To go with the Bohemian Rapsody theming hes got... also I chose Galilei over Galileo cuz 'Lil Ei' since hes one of Eis puppets. IM SO FUCKING GOOD.

I like his CN voice the best.... WHYD JP GO WITH THAT VOICE THATS SO FUNNY. WTF

Hot. There was a concept design where he had darker skin and an eyepatch... we coulda had it all. But he still looks great. WHAT WAS WITH HIS PAST THO!? WHY IS FONTAINE SO FUCKED UP IDK. ALSO WHY WOULD HE BE GUILTY OF KILLING HIS CHILD MURDERING FOSTER PARENTS?! WTF IS WRONG WITH FONTAINE!? LYNETTE GOT FUCKING SOLD TO SOME CREEPS! THEY ALSO LOCKED UP A PREGNANT WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH IN THEIR AND DIED AND WE HAD TO REUNITE THE GRANDDAUGHTER WITH HER GRANDFATHER AND I ONLY JUST REALIZED RIGHT BEFORE AND WAS LIKE 'WAIT A MINUTE IS THIS THAT RANDOM NPCS GRANDDAUGHTER!? IS THE REASON SHE NEVER WROTE HIM BACK CUZ SHE FUCKING DIED?!' and thats exactly what happened. HUGE fridge horror moment for me right before it was revealed in game. LMAO..... .... anyways.

No complaints on the VAs.

MAN I remember seeing her design leaked and being... just infatuated. Shes a rare W vs her concept design which gave her like bellbottoms and I was scared for a moment that THAT might be the design they went with BUT NO! We got THIS. Beautiful. Her personality is also SO fucking cute. Shes so cute. I love that she acts tough until someone is nice to her and she gets all flustered.... Shenhe saying she thought of her and Xianyun being all touched about it... ;w;... But also her badly haggling was so funny and she was cool with that one dude being kinda rude to HER but the minute he doubted Zhongli she got so mad in his defense... Shes so cute... I love her.

EN VA clears. I think she does the best illustrating Xianyuns personality.

My mans Xiao... I thought I wouldnt like him since Im not fond of tsundere characters but hes a good boy. Also hes a Zhongli stan so how can I NOT love him. His quest in the Chasm was particularly good... ;w; the way I cried when Paimon shouted 'XIAO!!!!' LMAO.. that hurt my feelings even though I knew HYV didnt have the balls to kill him.

I think his EN VA sound SUPER petulant mostly but the deranged way he says USELESS and DISAPPEAR!!!! makes me laugh so I dont actually mind it... that said the others all clear him.

I dont like Yae as much as I thought I would when I first saw the Inazuma cast leak... but I still like her and her relationship with Ei (and Gorou) but im not that attached.... like I guess thats sorta how I feel for more of the Inazuma cast TBH.

JP voice clears... I am not immune to ARA ARA

Yelans outfit is so fucking GOOFY. Shes pretty tho... just wish she had better clothes.... Her character is great too but shes probably one of the characters Im LEAST invested in Liyue.

Her EN voice is sexy as hell.

MY FAVORITE INAZUMA GIRL!! The babiest. I love her so much. Shes so damn cute and lovely and her quest with the Aranara was weird... but adorable and I love her. Shes the only bow DPS I even TRIED to pull for. They could never make me hate you Yoimiya!!! Ive loved her from the minute I saw her on the leaked Inazuma cast lineup.

I like her JP voice the best~

AH. Finally... the TRUE BABYGIRLEST. My handsome dad, my beautiful son, MY BEAUTIFUL SUN, MY PRINCESS... MY QUEEN. I love Zhongli so much... I can never leave Genshin no matter how annoyed I get with it because this demon right here. Hes got me by the heartstrings. Like with Navia (GEO STAY WINNING) I know when hes got a part in a story they just cant fuck it up. Hes also dripped out to hell. I hope SOMEDAY we actually get a story about YOU instead of random history... not that I havent enjoyed the blasts from the past (especially Azhdaha my second favorite character) but like... WHAT ABOUT YOU SPECIFICALLY TELL ME....

I love all of Zhonglis VAs. I like EN and CN the best tho.

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Again with Natlan I dont know the star rating Im just guessing.

Pretty my guaranteed 5-star... I liked her design a lot more before it was pointed out that her zipper goes all the way up her ass... now her outfit is kinda gross. Also nothing about it really reads like the cultures Natlan takes from so similar to Nahida... Im kinda disappointed. Shed also look better with at least a tan...

Im so surprised people on Twit are obsessed with this design... its so fuckin boring... her animations are super cute tho.

I guess its fine. Like with Nahida... i dont like the weird digital-ness of him. The color palate is pretty great tho. (hed look better with a darker skin tone tho)

Shes so damn hot. A rare W from the Natlan cast. She'd look better with a darker skin tone tho.

UGH.

Capitano.... please... Please look good by the end of your story. I have such a sinking feeling youre Ororon... Please dont be. Id be so disappointed. Hasnt Natlan done enough to disappoint me.... I know you wont be playable if youre the spooky faceless monster I want but at least dont be fucking boring... PLEASE.

[otgwbgyu]

today was so hellish jesus christ i was just a huge ball of nerves today

first of all, i realize i did an assignment in the wrong format over 12 hours after i submitted it 😭 and i cant just resubmit it bc it doesn’t allow work to be turned in after the due date which was midnight and i was so anxious that id be pulled aside in class today bc this is the second time ive screwed up following instructions for an assignment but turns out we have a sub so all of that anxiety for NOTHING

then turns out i completely forgot about my theology homework so i had to humiliate myself by lying that i left it at home when schmitty came around to check to see if we did it. i missed out on one of the only complete grades. when he was pulling cards to ask for people’s answers i was mortified and literally shaking because i was nervous he’d pull a “what do you remember putting?” i was literally sweating so hard LMAO

when i came home i planned on cleaning my room because living in such a mess is stressing me out and i hate it, but u can’t ever find the motivation to do it. so instead i took a nap until like 8. just finished up 2 hours of theology work so im struggling to think straight rn,, i should go to sleep soon so i can get 3 hours of sleep tn

i have a blister on my big toe on my left foot and it’s scaring me bc i’m seeing weird white-ish streaks form on top of the blood, i hope it’s not infected. it doesn’t hurt anymore so i don’t think it is but it’s still not looking good. maybe it’s just scabbing?

[nerdetiquette]

So I’m finally getting my friend to read Gideon the ninth, and she’s going in with mostly no knowledge. It was their idea to play a game and guess what characters are like from art I sent her and the characters names. She doesn’t know who’s a cavalier and who’s a necromancer.

art by @exmakina

Here’s the picture of the cast I sent and here are their thoughts:

She actually thought Judith and Marta were boys which is fair in all honesty bc I kept saying they looked like 12 year old boys in British uniforms for an American revolutionary war reenactment.

Judith:

Okay so Judith Deuteros, I feel like she's the 'older sister' who thinks she can do everything herself but she cant. A bit rude and super loyal until proven otherwise

Now for Marta, autocorrect decided to change Dyas to DYAS because I yelled about her being cool when I was reading htn. I have no shame, she’s definitely hot and definitely out of my league.

Marta:

Okay, misS DYAS 😂 is the one who can actually do everything on her own but lets people help her just because its less work. Direct but nice overall

[here is where I explained why it autocorrect to DYAS without saying it was because she was really cool]

Her: So a bit stupid too

Me: how dare you, I’m offend on her behalf

Her: Well emotionally stupid

Logically brilliant

Me: I am offended on her behalf

To explain Ianthe, I sent her the cast before and they said they thought Ianthe was pretty so I had been sending non spoiler fanart of Ianthe which is surprisingly hard. I get that bone arm Ianthe is hot, but like there’s so little of regular Ianthe.

Ianthe:

Okay, social bitch whos not afraid to stab you in the back and will do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING to protect her twin

Very manipulative

Me, shocked at most of it being right: anything else?

Mmm likes things her way

Coronabeth:

I like her name

She's the quiet one, but still talks shit about ppl she doesn't like. She likes to look pretty but only for herself

Also would do anything for her twin

I feel like she could betray her in exceptional circumstances (my reaction to this was basically 👀 because of as yet unsent)

Naberius is funny because I haven’t told her a thing about him. So I’m going to let this part speak for itself.

Then I proceeded to tell her that I know only one person who liked Naberius and he’s objectively wrong. (he decided he would stop defending Naberius after I reminded him that babs threatened children)

Issac:

Little ginger boy who DESPISES being called short, but also super agile and good at his job (wtv it is)

I feel like he's crushing on a girl but idk who and he gets flustered way too easy, it kinda puts him in trouble, cause he cant lie

Jeannemary:

Ooo I like her name too

Shes basically Gabi from aot

Lemme tell y’all, this absolutely crushed me. If you like aot and you were watching it as it came out or just saw the memes, no one liked Gabi. I thought Gabi was fine but the idea of people hating Jeannemary made me very sad.

Abigail:

The type of girl who volunteers at retirement homes. She likes to read and be alone whenever she's not on the job. Barely talks to anyone, she prefers to listen to people

(She was proud of this one because I said nifty, this is like modern au Abigail minus her fun, funky parts. If I were describe Abigail, I would say unhinged academia and move on)

Magnus:

Absolute lady magnet, charming smile and flirty eyes. Crushes on Abigail but she's oblivious to love so he kinda just admires from afar. Only default is he lets his emotions control him, easy to manipulate

(She was very happy when I told her Abigail and Magnus were married)

Now much to my dismay, this heathen thinks glasses are sexy so she thinks Palamedes is hot which hurts the part of my soul that headcanons Pal as aroace, but putting that aside, I said please don’t ship these characters I will literally cry. This concerned her and I had tell her they were cousins.

Palamedes:

So Pal, real nerdy, super good with anything thats tech. But of a sarcastic brat, and gets along better with animals than humans

(This is almost entirely inaccurate but I’m not a heartless monster so they can have this for now.)

Camilla:

Good with math, can do decently in tech too because she observed her cousin work so often. She's a pro at detecting when ppl are lying and doesn't let their bullshit pass ever.

Now I was very excited for what they would say about Dulcinea/Cytherea and Pro mostly because I wanted to see if the guess leaned more towards the actual Dulcie and Pro or not.

Dulcinea:

Cutie 🥰

(Me: Gideon thought so too)

She's a master at deception though. She likes flowers and jewelry and will flirt with any man (or woman) to help her own cause. She doesn't do murder, but she can easily knock out a man. She just flirts to get what she wants

I was absolutely dumbfounded that she basically guessed Cytherea’s whole character, aside from the murder. I was just thinking god damn and I tried my best not to show it (this is very hard and I understand why my friend who got me into the series spoiled so much on accident). Also Cytherea is her favorite based on their current assumptions.

Protesilaus:

Stone cold warrior, scary but honestly isn't afraid to cry. Hes good at what he does, but he hates it. Fucking whipped for a lady he cant have. Biggest heart you can find

This was such a good guess for original Pro that I was just like how???

About the eighth house, I told her that no one likes the eight and I very much hate them so that’s where all of this comes from.

Silas:

Okay so cruel individual who has zero empathy, picks on innocent people for fun and is loyal to death

Colum:

Also known as Colon Shit is homophobic and kills for fun 🙃

Oh and a pathological liar

This is all so wrong that I was like Jesus does it take that much to hate someone, but I didn’t want to spoil anything by telling them just how wrong they were.

We went to Harrow who I told her is a top kin of mine. Her prediction for Harrow was so nice and I can’t even be mad at her for being this wrong.

Harrowhark:

Okay healer type of character who helps anyone she can, has a hard time dealing with her emotions so she just shuts them down

I was also very excited for her Gideon prediction as anyone I talk to about this book knows I am head over heels in love this Gideon. She is pure of heart and she is dumb of ass. She is my everything. The friend who got my into gtn has a count of whenever I text them “she’s so stupid 🥰” referring to Gideon because it’s only referring to Gideon and never anyone else.

Gideon:

Okay from what you told me, she's a raging lesbian who cant deal with how attractive women are but is also a badass warrior

I have said too much in the end.

[aphrodict]

dont take overtime again! ive missed you so much

ft. childe,zhongli,kaeya,diluc,

tw // none

warnings // none!!

genre; fluff ....

summary; s/o has been coming home late and tired, your boyfriend has taken note of this and decides to suprise you with something at home

if you enjoy the content, consider following me! any interactions on my posts help me alot <3

Childe

. would not want you to overwork yourself, once you come home hes trapping you with hugs

. seceretly would tell your boss that your sick and cant attend

. you’d be sleeping for a long time and probably wont even wake up for work tomorrow, you think your late

“What time is it..?” You mumbled, trying your best to speak to your lover.

“Its already 12 pm, dont worry you’re not going to work anytime soon. Instead— why dont you give me some hugs hm?” Childe said, quickly going to bed with you.

“Childe I love you and all but can you please let me go, I really have to—“

“No no no. You must be tired, I prepared food for you too, here!” He said, delivering the tray of breakfast he made for you.

Zhongli

. he doesnt notice until your schedule FULLY changes immediately

. he gets worried, every time you return home your always so tired

. would not take action until it comes to a certain extent

“Dear, have you been taking overtime shifts?” He asks, helping you with the bags you’ve been carrying and putting them aside near the couch.

You two relax on the said couch, you resting your head on his chest while he hugs and holds you tight.

“Sorry ‘Li..” You apologized, he shook his head and gave you a quick peck on the cheek.

“If it becomes too much, tell me and ill talk to your boss about it. Okay?”

kaeya

. if you were a normal citizen, he wouldnt care

. but you’re his partner! what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didnt take care of you?

. would wait for you to come home! it doesnt matter how long he has to stay at the hallway, he will wait.

The door clicks open, revealing you, exhausted from all the work and errands you did.

“Kaeya—“

“Ah ah ah, explain? You keep coming home late

nowadays, whats up? Talk to me.” Kaeya cut you off

“Im sorry I just got busy today, the adventurers guild was out of members so they gave me all the work..” You sighed, you feel a pair of arms sneaking by your sides. The blue haired boy embraced you in a hug.

“You couldve asked me for help you know...”

diluc

. much like kaeya, he wouldnt care if you were a normal citizen.

. he has his own work, and hes already tired. so why would you do the exact same as him?

. would question you about it, you try to deny it but hes been pestering you too much

“(name), what’s your boss’ name again?” He asked.

“Oh— um, why?” You said, dragging your words. God, you’re so exhausted you just want to fall asleep on the spot ....

“Because, theyve been overworking you. Giving you alot of tasks that can be split for members, thats unfair isnt it? Just tell me their name, and itll be fine.” Diluc insists, you shake your head

“Im sorry Diluc, I cant. They did nothing wrong okay? It was my desicion to take the overtime shifts.” You replied.

“Fine, but you wont be going to work for the next 2 days. You need rest”

[thatlovelyhenryhoe]

Chat Fic pt 2

A/n: MERRY CHRISTLER to anyone who celebrates it. Anyway here’s some more of our besties being chaotic

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Taglist: @smiling-girl

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(Monday, 14 December, 17:36)

A: Sup dickhead

H: Ya whatcha want

A: 😑

A: What’s wrong with you

H: Nothing

H: I’m very hot

A: Do you have a fever?

A: Because you are very bland, sweetheart

H: Call me that once again and watch me moan

A: I can’t wait to show Nora these messages

A: are u drunk?

H: hehwue are yOu?

A: omg you’re drunk this is the best day of my life

H: limialon

A: no

A: omg i have so many opportunities to destroy you rn

A: quick whats your fav position

H: from the back hits different 🥴

A: i really thought youd be into missionary

H: im spicier than you may think

A: the spiciest thing you eat are jaffa cakes

H: i didnt mean food

A: dont mind me just choking on my drink

H: yeah i like choking

A: oh… my….god

A: imagine the press gets a hold of this information

H: do not

H: i will murder you

A: you fooled me once you aint doing it again

H: you dont know that

A: i wont believe it

H: go choke on your coffee

A: id rather choke on your dick

H: omg im blushing

A: i cant tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

H: of course i am you whore

A: I-

A: ndfivjndi

H: omg pez is here

A: so?

H: eager to keep the atmosphere private?

A:… i like drunk henry

H: i bet you’d like many other henrys too

H: Hi, Alex, this is Pez. Thank you for distracting Henry and keeping him in one place. He’s drunk out of his mind so I’m just gonna confiscate his phone now. Nightyy

A: Um, ok bye

(December 15, 12:45)

H: Hello Alex. I would like to apologize for the things I said yesterday. I would appreciate it if we did not discuss what was said again and we just let the whole event go.

A: mm no

H: Excuse me?

A: I will absolutely not forget what you said

H: Please leave aside your deep rooted feelings towards me and think logically. This is a bunch of useless information which will not benefit either.

A: Wrong. Do you want me to make a presentation to show you just how useful all this is?

H: Please do not.

A: I wasn’t gonna do it but now i really want to

H: Oh god

A:

A: May the presentation be with you

H: That’s not how that works

A: It’s my world and you’re living in it so zip it

A: So here is all the information I have acquired

A:

H: What in the lovely fuck is that picture

A: A British person being born

H: Oh my god.

A: Anyway

A: Onto the next slide

A: You may have been wondering, why do I want to keep this information?

A: Well

A:

H: Considering who you are, I did not expect any other answer

A:

H: Please, Alex, you’re making my eyes get stuck from how much im rolling them

A: In hopes to find a brain?

A: Anyway this is when I could use said information

H: Amaze me

A:

H: Bloody hell tell me you are not making me a birthday post

A: Out of all the things there, that should be your least of concerns

H: Well when you put it like that

A: Ehem

A:

H: I’m surprised this slide show is actually structured

A: Shut up

A:

H: Such a strong conclusion. Your ability to make a 2nd grade level presentation simply amazes me, Alex. Congratulations.

A: Why thank you, your highness.

H: Do you take constructive criticism?

A: I absolutely do not respectfully fuck off.

H: Respectfully fuck me.

H: PEZ

H: THAT WAS PEZ I SWEAR TO GOD

A: Please tell Pez he has just become my new favorite person

H: I absolutely will not.

A: Then I’m leaving

H: finally

A: I’m lowkey hurt but im too proud to stay now so ciao bitch.

[seostudios]

mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

[daydreamersandkins]

hello, welcome to daydreamers and kins! this is a perspective sideblog of differences between MaDDers, systems & alters, kins, and irls.

my name mr cheese /srs ! i go by he/him pronouns. you are OK to call me cheese or ricotta and my neopronouns is cheese/cheez/cheeself. i am a stimthusiast (term is OK to use to describe you!) autistic and as of January 15th, 2022, I discovered to be a maladaptive daydreamer after 6 complex years of "self-rping"/chatrooming/storylining relentlessly (/lh).

please do use tone indicators as i fall for "sarcastic" jokes sometimes that turn out to be dark and depressing. one time a friend said "aww i have a dog on my lap :)" and i responded "awwww doggy cute!!" then they replied "the dog's dead" and i went "oh" and almost spiraled. "please use /neg next time..." i indirectly muttered. (it's okay with this friend now though. they weren't aware of tone indicators back then)

if you're wondering about the old posts and self-reblogs of the old posts further below, this sideblog was originally a... i cant say the diagnosis anymore- a*p3rg3rs userpage when my past cheesy teen self reblogged tons of questionable and informative posts about autism, functioning labels, adhd moods, and tips to stim more when understimulated. well, that's what i summarize!

i bravely self-diagnosed myself with DID to the doctors before i was diagnosed with the n*z! label (the term i triggerblocked above) when i was sent to the doctors for therapy back at 12/14/17. this sounds very wrong, because my misunderstanding of DID was when i saw the title roles of each alter. i thought these alters were the characters i been controlling. until i learned alters cannot be controlled nor forced so that's when i realized my self-guessing is terribly wrong. to systems out there, know that i don't have what you're going through aside from memory problems and wall staring, and i hope you're all managing through ongoing pressure and experiences with ease. i'm learning about systems as i go along.

even better during my first therapy (/s) the entire internet, net neutrality was going to get shut down by some apple shit pie. after discovering the signs i applied to all, what made me go into a endless spiral of questioning was when i found out adhd and autism have some of the same signs, but has more differences. when i look at my actions, it seemed mild and combined. so i thought reblogging those adhd moods and autism tips were helpful and funny. a discord friend even told me about the backstory of the n*z! label. felt like my life became a lie that i never came back. it was a safe undertale/deltarune infodump server too :(

i had help a few times. i tried to explain to my therapist this entire flowchart i did that describe what i think caused my life fantasizing habit. my therapist looked very confused like she wasn't paying attention. then she never helped me again.

today i claim that i don't have ADHD nor DID. bolding because i don't want anyone to cancel/fakeclaim me. i am done questioning about having ADHD because thanks to the signs of pacing and stimming while fantasizing plots, i discovered to have maladaptive daydreaming disorder. everyday i always feel like imagining scenarios of anything possible. they have to do with my special interests, comfort characters (CCs for short!), headcanons, character development ability-wise, and environmental settings combined.

in this blog you will see personal experiences of my MD, others' personal experiences of their lifelong problems, facts i learn/know about mental health and mental health disorders, and cope around in my MD blog whereas i play around with my daydreaming trying my VERY VERY BEST to write it down which is the most hardest thing to jot, @fandomlife1st3rdpov . basically subcategories of facts, knowledge, life stories under mental health.

posts may appear sensitive/offensive so i will put content|trigger warnings and a "Keep Reading" border for your health.

[detective-gum-chew]

okay okay okay

i know this isnt an orginal idea by any means but roleswap!narumitsu is just so good

so youll have to indulge me because this lives in my head rent free and i want to write it down concretely somewhere (also this gets LONG so ill pop a cut in here)

alright so:

1. at least in my writing of it, this is also a no-dl6/gregory lives au. but as well at that, miles and phoenix didnt go to school together

2. this means that there was nobody to defend phoenix at the class trial (yes i know the money stolen was edgeworths but shhh lets pretend it was someone elses, kay?) this lead to phoenix becoming not only bitter, but somewhat obsessive over the idea of punishing people that do wrong

(if someone can find that quote where phoenix talks about how he could have become a prosecutor because of the trial i will give u a gentle kiss on the forehead) 

3. Edgeworth was raised by Gregory and ends up becoming a defense attorney

4. in this, Von Karma goes down and Franzy is adopted by Gregory, and she assists Miles in his cases. (she can still have a whip, as a treat.)

5. anyway with that set up, lets get into some cases

6. Larry gets accused of Cindys murder, Miles defends with Franzy

7. Lets say Mia was in the crowd of that trial and decided to contact miles, seeing as he appears to be another uncorrupt lawyer and asks him for his help in taking down Redd White

8. He agrees, and she sets a time for him to meet at her office so they can talk. Mia then calls her sister and updates her on how shes going to recruit another person (Redd White hears this)

9. Much like the original case, Mia gets murdered, but this time, Maya isnt here to be blamed. Instead, its Miles himself, as the name that White heard over the phone (so basically we’re speed running to the “defend yourself in court” part)

10. the prosecutor today is Phoenix Wright.

11. but before that lets go into some backstory actually. Phoenix had encountered Mia previously during the Terry Fawles case. He had respected her as a peer, if not for just her determination and deductive skills. (After all, he was young at the time and solely focused on punishing the wicked) After Diego’s poisoning, he had briefly reached out for condolences

12. but anyway, Phoenix had distantly respected Mia, and now that she was dead, he was going to be tough on whoever he thought murdered her.

13. Miles proves his innocence, although it takes some baiting to get Redd White out of his building and actually into court. 

14. Wright is... not pleased about this, but theres not much he can do. His displeasure for Mias murder has shifted, but theres a new displeasure for Miles, the man who could beat him in court. (”well well well, you managed to save your own skin. But you should hope you get as lucky as you did in your next case”)

15. Next case! We know Miles is a steel samurai fan, so even without Maya it takes very little convincing for him to take the case. (Fran is not as amused but trusts her brother... enough.. to follow his lead)

16. Case proceeds mostly as normal, with Phoenix requiring Dee to re-do her testimony (maybe something deep within him still itches to put the true bad guy away, even if its harder than the accused)

17. I dont think Phonix would deliver the unnecessary feelings line, although there definetely is that moment in the lobby where hes like “hm. maybe you arent a bad person, but that doesnt mean i have to like you.”

18. and now, now now now, we finally get to the part where i somehow managed to put the most thought into. (for context it is nearly 2 am when i am writing this)

19. sleep schedule aside, you couldnt have thought i would made this WITHOUT some good angst, so here we go. case four is similarly structured to the original, but with an extra side of Phoenix angst.

20. Miles wakes up to Franzy shaking him. She points to the television. the news is on, but the voices are drowned out by a distant ringing as he stares at the image on the screen.

Famed Prosecutor Phoenix Wright Arrested For Murder

21. it just doesnt make sense. So he gets out of bed and into the closest clothes he can find and out the door with his sister in tow. He sits in the cold detention room, thinking about the other side of the glass.

22. Phoenix Wright looks dull. He asks what they want. Miles says he wants an explanation. Wright sneers and asks why. For some reason, that pisses Miles off. He slams his badge to the glass and Wright looks surprised.

“Do you know what this is? It’s my attorneys badge.”

“the badge doesnt mean youre a good lawyer.”

“Well Mr Wright, its 2-0, so i dont think you have any right to say that.” Miles glares at him and Wright sits back in his seat. He watches Miles for a long time.

“If im going to defend you, you need to tell me what happened.“ Wrights eyebrows shoot up and Franziska squawks at his side

“What do you mean defend him!”

“What she said.”

Miles narrows his eyes at Wright as he ponders to himself the answer. Why is he doing it? the answer comes to him. 

“Because i dont believe you did it.”

For all his snark, Miles cant bring himself to believe that the man in front of him would kill someone. Theres something about him, either in his eyes or the way he carries himself that makes the idea itself preposterous. Wright looks at him for a long time after he says it.

“Very well.”

21. Miles doesnt seem him until court, but at least he testifies. The next person up, a red head by the name of Melissa Foster, gives a testimony that seems airtight.

22. that is, until he looks over at Phoenix, who is pale as he looks at the woman on the witness stand. Phoenix catches his eye, and very carefully, very slowly, mouths one name.

Dahlia Hawthorne

23. (I really wish i could continue with the more narrative parts of this but im honestly running out of steam and ill get to the point lol. Maybe ill finish it later.)

24. Terry Fawles dies on the stand. Diego Armando falls into a coma. Dahlia Hawthorne walks free. Even after what happened to Diego, Phoenix is convinced he can do better. He sets up a meeting with Dahlia.

25. Doug shows up, trying to persuade him away from it, saying he overheard Dahlia’s plan to kill Phoenix when she arrives. Phoenix is cocky, and the pair fight. Doug gets shoved into the powerline. Phoenix, thinking him dead, panics and runs.

26. Dahlia, having overheard, goes back and finishes him off, drops some poison into his mouth perhaps. With an accidental death with a cause so obvious, nobody bothers to run blood tests (until Miles)

27. Its years later, and Phoenix gets a note that tells him they know what really happened to Doug. Phoenix arrives to a meeting place to find a dead body. He picks up the vial of poison almost absently. 

28. After all, Dahlia had gotten rid of Diego and Mia was dead. Now all she had to do was get rid of Phoenix

29. It plays out similarly to case four, with Phoenix being absolved of the first murder, then confessing to the old one. Miles has gone through the work to save his life once, that he cant not do it again.

30. but happy endings (ish) for all, with Phoenix being freed, Dahlia imprisoned and Miles having a better understanding of both him and Phoenix.

31. maybe more happens but we’re at bullet point 31 so its time to stop for now lmao. uh but yeah! roleswap au..... brainrot really.

[blueposthings]

Tell The World (Reader x Peter Parker)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1.1k+

Being an Avenger at your young age pretty much came in a package with being Peter Parker’s best friend. When you moved from your parents’ house in DC to the Avengers Compound in New York, Tony and Steve convinced you to be Peter’s patrol buddy whenever you were free. They said it was so you could bond, but you already went to the same school with Peter and hung out with him and his friends. It was obvious to you and Peter it was really so you could babysit each other; make sure no one ends up dead. At first, you were opposed to the idea but after a few weeks, you’ve learnt that Peter was actually a joy to be around and that’s how you two ended up where you are now.

Sitting on the ledge of an apartment building with a croissant on your hands and a sandwich on Peter’s, you listened to Peter ramble about the Lego set he just purchased.

“-and it’s life sized! It’s even longer than my whole arm. I think I might take it to the lab, tweak it a little bit, see if I can make it light up like an actual lightsaber.” The bottom half of his face was uncovered and between his chewing and talking, Peter didn’t let his mouth rest. “Ned is going to be so jealous. Wait until he knows about-”

Just then, the police scanner sitting in between you and the boy let out a familiar static buzz.

“We’ve got a 211A on the corner of South and Main. At least three suspects, all armed-”

“Damn,” you grumbled as you picked up your mask, “I’m not even finished with my croissant yet.”

Peter chuckled as he himself tossed his sandwich aside and fixed the position of his own face covering. “Maybe you should tell the burglars to be more mindful of your dinner schedule next time.”

“Haha, very funny.” You adjusted the gloves on your hands as you got up from your seat, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. 

You were about to jump off the roof when Peter gasped, catching your attention. “Hold on! Wait!”

“What?”

He fished out his phone from the black backpack sitting beside the ledge you were on. “I promised my fans I’m going to do a livestream tonight.”

Most of your face was covered but you were sure your incredulous expression was perfectly conveyed. “Your fans?”

“Yeah! I have an Instagram account now, remember?” He shrugged as he typed on his phone.

“For Spiderman?”

Peter hummed in confirmation.

You shook your head in disbelief and amusement. “You really are something else, Parker.”

“Okay,” he shot you a look. “Remember to not call me by my actual name?”

You rolled your eyes playfully at his needless concern. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Just hurry it up, would ya?”

You heard a chuckle from the boy before he finally put his phone against his torso, just below where his Spiderman emblem is embedded on his suit, attaching the device with his webs.

“Wow. Seriously?” You remarked again.

“What? Improvise, adapt, overcome.” He said with a tint of smirk on his tone. “I’m not gonna hold my phone while I swing, that’s like texting while driving!” With that he pushed himself off the ledge, catching his own body midair as he put his web shooters to use.

You could only shake your head at your friend’s antics before following suit, your powers keeping you from falling to the ground below.

--------------------------

It was a pretty quick save, the burglars were amateurs and nervous. You and Peter took your sweet time in taking them down though, it was always fun to mess with some criminals every now and then (because between me and you, the Avengers are not always the best people to play pranks on).

By the time the police arrived, the culprits were already safely apprehended and all that was left to do for them was take the men to custody. Your partner was talking to one of the officers as you finished giving your own statement to another and you decided to check your phone -thank Stark for giving you pockets on your suit. 

Your eyebrows creased in confusion when you saw 12 missed calls from MJ, 7 from Ned, and almost fifty text messages from the both of them. 

Ne(r)d: please tell me ure w peter

Ne(r)d: oh my god this cant be happening

Ne(r)d: Y/N ANSWER MY CALLS PLEASE

MJ♕: beat peter’s ass for me

MJ♕: how is it possible for one to be so stupid

MJ♕: y/n 

MJ♕: y/n i dont like phone calls u know that

MJ♕: but please just once, answer me bitch

You were about to call MJ back when you finally saw a notification that wasn’t from either of your friends.

Instagram

[y/n__] pparker108 started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

“Oh shit.” You muttered under your breath, staring at your screen.

“What? What is it?” You heard a familiar voice approaching you. “Everything alright?”

You felt like your eyes were about to pop out when you turned. Your gaze immediately going to the cellphone still plastered to Peter’s suit, feeling the stare of the camera on you. Your arm shot up in a pointless attempt of covering the camera and ending the stream.

Peter opened his mouth to question you but you beat him to it by coming close to his figure and whispering in his ear harshly, “you went live on the wrong account, stupid.”

The mechanical eyes of his suit’s mask widen almost comically. He ripped off the phone on his chest and ended the livestream with a quick press of a button. At this point, his hands were trembling and you could see his jaw was slack opened beneath the mask.

“I- wh- h-” Peter stuttered, his brain was going into overdrive and you don’t know whether to feel bad or laugh your ass off.

You still haven’t decided either when the phone on Peter’s hand buzzed to life. The screen showed a picture of possibly the last person Peter would want to talk to at the moment. You didn’t think it was possible but his eyes went even wider as his head shot up to look at you, silently begging for your help.

You cringed in sympathy before slowly backing away. “Good luck?” 

“I- wha- you can’t leave me to deal with this alone!” The phone was still intensely buzzing against the skin of his palm. 

You ignored him and instead turned your body around, making the boy groan in exasperation.

He finally slid the answer button of his phone. With a nervous waver in his voice he answered “hi, Mr. Stark-”

You snickered. Gathering your powers to lift you off the ground, you left your friend on the sidewalk of the grocery store hoping that the abomination people call pigeons haven’t finished your dinner yet.

[side-shawty]

Burn XIV (Stark!Reader)

XIV: Family Business

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Family is not just blood.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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The next morning you somehow found yourself a tangle of arms and legs with Peter. 

After the initial wariness of your surroundings faded you were still finding it hard to believe this was all real you relaxed into him again. You pushed your face into his chest and breathed in his calming scent as his strong arms unconsciously tightened around you. 

Your eyes slipped closed again and you were almost asleep again when the light sliding of the door opening could be heard. 

You hoped they’d go away once they saw you were both asleep but there was no such peace with the Avengers.

“Aww look at how cute they are. You owe me five bucks Sam,” Natasha spoke.

“No you owe me, I said they’d be attached at the hip within 12 hours and you said 20,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, but I said 8 so, both of you pay up,” Bucky interrupted and it took everything in you not to look at them and roll your eyes. 

You could hear the exchange of money and Bucky’s over-enthused “Thank you,” in reply.

Peter groaned beside you and held you closer, “You guys are way too loud,” he told them, eyes still closed.

“And you’re way too stingy, can’t we see her too?” Nat said and you giggled a little at that, effectively blowing your cover.

“She’s up!” Sam said and you and Peter both sat up, rubbing at your eyes and stretching.

“She wants to go back to sleep,” you told them and they laughed lightly.

“No time for that. Time for hugs,” Nat said, coming to your side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, Peter got out of the bed and told you he’d be back with breakfast before kissing your cheek. The simple action made you giddy.

“Bleh,” Bucky fake gagged as Peter left and he and sam sat in his now vacant spot.

You hugged each of them tight, you hadn’t realized how much you missed everyone. 

“So lover boy was here all night, huh?” Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Yes he was, we talked and we slept and I will take no more questions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That better be it,” Bucky said but there was no threat in his voice that warranted concern.

“Gosh, you’re really showing your age today aren’t you Buck?” Nat teased before turning to you. “Earlier he asked me what an AirPod was,” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“And here I thought you were getting the hang of this new fangled century,” you told him.

“Listen I’m trying okay, everything is so fancy for no reason,” he sulked and you laughed again.

“Seriously though kid, how are you?” Sam questioned and they all looked at you expectantly.

“In one piece,” you said honestly. “Some scrapes and bruises and a cut on the back of my neck that’ll probably scar but I’m alive,” you smiled.

“Was it a shock device?” Bucky asked darkly.

You hesitated before answering, “Yeah.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed as he balled his hand into a fist, “I’ll fucking kill those HYDRA assholes one day.”

You placed a hand on top of his fist, “Hey,” he looked up at you, “I’m alright. Thanks to all of you I’m here and breathing. I love you guys.” 

Before you knew it they pulled you into a hug and you held back tears giving you their own declarations of love. When Peter came back in with food they all decided to let you eat in peace with your boyfriend. Peter told you the doctors would be here around one and in the meantime, you’d probably get several visitors. 

All too soon, he had to leave for the city, there was only so much school he could avoid without the possibility of not graduating on time. He left with a promise returning that evening and a soft kiss on your lips. 

Before anyone new came in you asked FRIDAY to call your mom downstairs. She helped you shower and change into sweats and one of Peter’s shirts with a wink. She told you that she would have stayed longer but Morgan would be waking up for the day soon. 

Your dad stopped by for a little after she left and after Sam and Bucky blew something up he also had to leave.

The next ones to walk through the door were Steve and Rhodey.

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite soldiers,” you smiled as they walked in.

“As long as I’m the number one favorite I accept,” Rhodey said before gathering you into his arms for a tight hug.

When he let go Steve was next, “Keep dreaming Rhodes.” 

“Well I would tell you who my favorite was if I thought it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” you told them as they had taken the same positions as everyone else and sat on either side of you.

“C’mon now Y/N you wouldn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, how are you Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Good, healing, y’know? Seems like it’ll be a long process but I feel better than I did when I first woke up last night.”

“I’m glad to hear it, we’re only going up from here.”

“Definitely, by the way, I haven’t seen Thor, Clint, or Bruce today.”

“Thor is off-world, apparently whatever HYDRA used to brainwash Harley is similar to the mind stone so he’s trying to get it out ahead of it,” Steve told you.

“Clint had to run home, Laura is going to give birth soon and Bruce should be by later with your other doctors,” Rhodey finished.

“Ah got it. I cant wait for little Y/N to be born,” you said.

“Yeah because Barton is definitely gonna want to name is kid after the girl who put retractable grates in the vents to mess with him,” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to prank me on my own turf.”

“Everywhere is your turf,” Steve said.

You grinned, “Exactly.”

Steve hesitated before speaking again and his face became solemn, “Listen I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more for you that night.”

“So am I, we’re family, I should have protected you,” Rhodey added. They both let their heads hang low.

You took one of each of their hands into you, “You guys, look at me,” they obeyed, “I’m so incredibly happy right now you have no idea. A lot went wrong but I’m okay, even if I do have to spend a couple extra days in here.”

They both smiled at you and things felt okay again. They stayed for a little while longer leaving you with words of encouragement before you were once again left alone.

However, you weren’t suffocating the way you had been at HYDRA. You asked FRIDAY to project the water by the compound onto the right wall, it felt like you could finally release all the tension in your body.

Before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep.

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You were awakened again by the sound of the door opening, this time Bruce and your dad walked in with —

“Well this is quite the surprise,” you said smiling.

“How could I not visit my favorite fire-wielding hero,” he spoke and made his way over to bring you into a tight hug.

Bruce hugged you next with a smile and then went over to one of the machines you had unhooked when you first woke up. Your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead and then stood beside the other scientist.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Doctor Strange?” You asked.

“You know me,” He took a seat next to you on the bed, “I love popping in and out but after I heard what happen I made sure your dad kept me in the loop. I know magic stuff keeps me busy but I am still your Godfather,” he told you.

“Mystical Godfather,” Tony threw in, “A totally made up title.”

Strange rolled his eyes and silently mocked your dad, “Still a title.”

“Debatable.”

You laughed lightly at their childishness.

“In all seriousness though, your dad ordered a full workup. He said your flames turned purple and wanted to make sure it didn’t damage your body in a non-tradition sense,” he told you and you nodded.

“So I only get a visit if my life at risk?” You asked overdramatically, throwing a hand to your forehead, “You wound me.”

“Haha, very funny. Now sit up straight while I work my … magic,” he said.

“Booo, your jokes have gotten worse since Christine got pregnant,” However, you sat up straight as he stood.

Strange was quick to begin in a flash of warm light symbols surrounded you, several of them had even went in and out of your body. 

After a few minutes, he was finished and the light and symbols faded away. His face was littered with mixed emotions.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned.

“Are you alright?” Strange asked and the question grabbed the attention of Bruce and Tony.

You were confused, “I mean aside from some injuries that might scar I feel fine.”

“Tired? Weak? Foggy mind?” Strange asked.

“Barely, it was bad when I first woke up though. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Part of what a ‘full workup’ is is looking into your soul or aura and it seems like whatever happened when you released those purple flames caused a hole,” Strange explained. 

The room was silent. All three men looked at you anxiously as you sat in shock, you weren’t sure what to say.

“So a piece of he is just poof! Gone?” Tony asked, bewildered at the idea.

“It’s a small piece but essentially, yes. There’s a chance it may come back over time but things like this are usually done only in dire situations of stress or emotional turmoil.”

“Well my situation checks all the boxes,” you said quietly to yourself.

It was then that tour father decided to move from his spot beside Bruce and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so, this is just a lot to process.”

He nodded and the room fell into silence once again.

“Well on the bright side,” Bruce spoke up, “It seems the damage Hydra did to your powers was temporary. If your readings are correct, you should be at 100% in no time,” he finished with a comforting smile.

“Thanks, Bruce. That actually does make me feel a little better,” you smiled with him.

After that Bruce ran a couple more tests and then the three men were gone again. However, your father did leave you your phone which you were beyond grateful for. You were playing a random game on it when Dr. Evans came to give you a quick check-up and update before leaving. 

You had a few more hours of peace before your next visitor decided to show their face, it had to be well after sunset by now. 

There were two knocks on your door and you replied for them to come in. You locked your phone and placed it on your bed as he entered and for some reason seeing him made you lose your breath.

“Harley,” you whispered.

•

NEXT CHAPTER

[nerdygaymormon]

(1/2) hi david! ok i have a quick thing abt women and the priesthood: its so frustrating to me, and it used to be 1/12 months we would study the priesthood and honestly they don't teach us anything really other than what kind of stuff they do (vaguely). i always try to bring up the talks about womens priesthood power (only if endowed lol) but they always get brushed off. when i said how unfair it was when i turned 12 that i couldn't get the priesthood my mom took me aside and talked to me about

(2/2) she said to think of it like a wheelchair for men, to help them to be able to do good and help others and give them motivation because if women had the priesthood they would want to help everyone (i cant even with that metaphor its so wrong) and honestly, why can't women hold the priesthood? has that ever been said? why? because we live in a man/father led society? im just really tired of all the barely hidden sexism in lessons + calling the guys 'the priesthood' i hate it so much. thanks!

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Yes, I remember those lessons. I thought for the young women and Relief Society the focus should be on how they can access the priesthood, why it matters there is priesthood and so on, not learning the young men can pass the sacrament (which btw, preparing or passing the sacrament doesn’t require the priesthood and we used to allow females to do this). 

And how come the people in priesthood quorums didn’t need to spend a month learning about women’s contributions, or motherhood, or a way to provide some equity for women having to put up with learning of the men’s roles for a month

Yes, I’ve heard the excuse that men need priesthood in order to train them to be as good as the women naturally are. I don’t buy it. If priesthood service boosts a person’s goodness, why would we not want women to participate?

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I feel like our Church doesn’t do a good job explaining it’s priesthood restrictions. That’s probably because there isn’t a good justification for them.

We had the disastrous ban of people of African descent not being eligible to hold the priesthood and also not allowed to receive temple blessings. Fortunately, in 1978 the temple blessings and allowing men of African descent to be part of the priesthood was restored. Now no one is banned based on race, ethnicity or national origin. 

In early church history, the revelations mention men and the priesthood. I think that’s the basis for the current ban on women. 

Was this absence of women intentional? 

Could this be a case of the word “man” being used to mean “mankind” and wasn’t supposed to exclude women? 

Maybe “men” is all the culture was able to accept at the time. Women didn’t have constitutional rights and weren’t allowed to vote, and were thought of as people who remain in the house while their husbands dealt with things in the broader world.

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For a long time, our church taught that women can “receive all the blessings of the priesthood” even if they don’t hold it themselves.

Today, President Nelson has indicated that something unique happens in the LDS temple ceremony — something that imparts priesthood power to women. In the temple, there are certain ordinances that women perform for other women, which indicates they have the priesthood even though they haven’t been formally ordained to the priesthood. 

Unfortunately, this isn’t very well defined. 

Do women who’ve been through the endowment ceremony hold priesthood power, even though they aren’t ordained, and are only authorized to use this priesthood in the temple? 

Could they be authorized to use this priesthood outside of the temple? 

Why are they only authorized to use their priesthood for other women and not men? 

Is this the Aaronic or Melchizedek priesthood, or is it some other branch of the priesthood? 

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I think it’s clear women can hold priesthood and wield its authority. There’s many examples from the Bible and early Church history. 

Judges 4-5 - Deborah was a judge of Israel, acting as a prophet and military leader at a time when women were treated like property and valued by the number of children they could bear.​ She didn’t follow the gender role expected of her, and showed God is willing to have women as leaders, women as prophetesses. Perhaps patriarchy isn’t God’s will but a cultural trait of the ancient Israelites which we now read in the Bible and think is of God.

Acts 2:17 - “And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams”

Is priesthood required to prophesy?

Romans 16 - powerful scripture for equality and inclusion--so many names of women in positions of authority and influence listed. There’s not enough details to know the exact roles of the women. Is a “fellow servant” an apostle? Is a woman who travels & teaches as Paul does, an apostle? What about the women who are leaders together with their husband? Some women sound like heads of the congregation, are they equivalent to bishops and pastors?

There’s an address from Joseph Smith to the Relief Society on March 30, 1842 that many believe indicates he intended for women to hold the priesthood. “the Society should move according to the ancient Priesthood, hence there should be a select Society separate from all the evils of the world, choice, virtuou[s] and holy— Said he was going to make of this Society a kingdom of priests an in Enoch’s day— as in Paul’s day”

Healing by the laying on of hands was a practice that was common for Mormon women in the 19th century, although it was said to be done by faith, not priesthood. There’s even a famous example of Mary Fielding Smith blessing an ox to health on the trek west to Utah. This practice was stopped because it was too similar to the priesthood.

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What our church has allowed women to do has varied, and needing priesthood authority was often the excuse for why women couldn’t do these things.

Women were barred from praying in Sacrament meeting from 1967 until 1978. 

In 1984, a woman spoke in general conference for the first time since 1930. Since then, women have spoken in every general conference.

Women were once permitted to join in or stand as an observer at the blessing of her baby, but today it’s priesthood only

In 2013, the first time a woman prays at General Conference.

In 2013, the "sister training leader" position is created, a leadership position for women who are missionaries. 

In 2015, the church appointed women to its executive councils for the first time.

2021, positions for women were created at the Area level of leadership in Europe, they’ll participate in leadership councils, and train Relief Society, Young Women and Primary Leaders.

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Can women hold the priesthood? I think the evidence points to yes. I believe we’re in the same situation as the priesthood ban of Black men where it’s now our tradition and belief and will take a revelation to undo. The question is, are the apostles and prophet seeking such a revelation?

If we extended the priesthood to all worthy members regardless of gender, that would solve several issues. For example, we have areas with many more women as active members, and the men in those congregations must shoulder several callings that require the priesthood. Their burden would be much lighter if women could share in the responsibilities

The disparity that women see in their everyday lives would be eliminated. They may be in a position of authority at work, but then on Sundays, for the most part they’re limited to working with women & children, and excluded from top leadership positions. I wrote a thing where I switched gender roles at church and I think it makes clear the messages we are sending to our members, particularly our impressionable children and teensagers. 

Then there’s the case of trans & intersex people. Is priesthood for men given according to their spirit or to their body? How do we know what gender is the spirit of an intersex person? If everyone were eligible for the priesthood, it would save us from having to answer what is perhaps an unanswerable question about whether the body & spirit of trans people got mismatched.

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We currently are not accessing the talents and capabilities of 1/2 the population. You’d think a church that has Heavenly Mother as part of its theology would be anxious to recognize the contributions that women can make and let them have leadership roles at all levels of the Church. 

[todaysgenderisthemummybooppaw]

What Does Family Mean to You?

Authors Note: I wrote this a while ago and posted it on AO3 but i wasn’t really on tumblr at that point so i wanted to post it here while i try to write some other stuff

Work:

October 1990

“You know you won’t get anywhere right? No ones going to bail you out this time,” Reggie hears his dad call after his brother and he knows it’s bad this time because Richie doesn’t grace that with a response.

Reggie expects to hear the door slam but instead he can hear someone coming up the steps so he scrambles to climb into the back of his closet, in the compartment he knew his father never bothered to check.

“Reg?” Richie’s voice calls out in the room and Reggie knows that means its safe for him to come out because Richie would never call for him if he was with their father. So, Reggie scrambles out of the closet in a less than graceful tumble of limbs that Richie always promised he would grow into. “Hey buddy,” Richie says once Reggie is on his feet.

Reggie knows what’s happening and he briefly wonders if he crawled back into the closet if that would stop Richie. “You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“I have too,” Richie says and Reggie knows that was true, knew this was coming, Richie is 19 and has managed to stay for as long as he could to protect Reggie but he can’t stay forever and it’s selfish of Reggie to want to keep him here.

“Please don’t,” Escapes Reggie’s mouth in a whimper before he can stop it.

Richie kneels in front of him and Reggie hates that he does that Reggie’s 12 now he doesn’t need to be a babied. “Reg,” Richie says, softly.

“Take me with you,” Reggie tries instead.

“I can’t do that,” Richie says and Reggie’s body slumps, “Mom and dad would never let me and I can’t support us both right now but I’m going to start saving and get somewhere stable and I promise the minute I can I’m coming back for you okay?”

“Okay,” Reggie says, quietly.

“It’s going to be okay buddy,” Richie says pulling Reggie into his chest. “We’re going to get out one day and we’ll never have to talk to them ever again.”

Reggie doesn’t respond just sobs silently into his brother’s shoulder. Reggie doesn’t know how long they sit on the floor like that but eventually Richie gets up and packs what little he can carry and heads out the door with one last, “I love you,” thrown over his shoulder to Reggie as he leaves. Reggie doesn’t know this as he sits on the floor but that’s the last time, he’ll see his brother alive.

May 1984

Their parents are loud again and it’s so overwhelming and Reggie can’t find Richie and Richie always makes everything better he just wants his brother. He tries to stifle the loud sob that escapes his mouth but he knows he doesn’t do it well and if his dad wasn’t yelling over it, he would have come up there and gave Reggie something to cry about. Reggie is crumpled on the floor of his and Richie’s room wishing he knew where his brother was when the door to his closet bursts open and Reggie jumps almost out of his skin.

“Hey Reg!” Richie says, crawling out, “Guess what I found.”

“What?” Reggie asks, sitting up and frantically wiping his face.

“Come on,” Richie waves and then crawls back into the closet. Reggie tentively follows him into the cluttered closet.

“Richie where are we going?” Reggie asks as he scrambles over the piles of clothes on the floor of their closet.

“Watch this,” Richie says, turning on a flashlight and handing it to Reggie as he pulls the door to the closet closed. “Here point it there,” Richie says pointing it at a point in the back of the closet. When Reggie does that Richie pushes on it and the panel pops open and slides aside.

“Woah,” Reggie says softly.

“It’s our own secret hide out,” Richie says crawling in and taking the flashlight so Reggie can follow. “See look we can put the panel back and no one will ever know we’re in here.”

“It’s quiet,” Reggie whispers.

“Yeah that’s the best part!” Richie says with a small smile Reggie is too young to decipher. “And we can make it our own, bring some blankets and stuff in here and it can be our own secret fort no one else knows about.”

“You’re the best brother I coulda ever asked for Richie,” Reggie says hugging him.

“Nah that’s you,” Richie says ruffling his hair and hugging him back.

October 1993

Reggie’s mom gets the call almost exactly 3 years after Richie leaves and his dad tells her not to tell him. They forgot he was home again, something they’ve been doing more and more since he joined the band, so they don’t know he can hear them. He goes tearing out of his house after that. He doesn’t even know where he’s going all he knows is his brothers dead and he isn’t supposed to know and everything is too loud and he didn’t get to say good bye and his parents weren’t going to tell him how could they not tell him? does this mean he cant go to the funeral?

His still spiraling when someone grabs him by the shoulders and he cries out and wrenches his whole body backwards and he falls to the pavement. “Reggie. Reggie! Calm down it’s me!” He feels like he can’t breathe and his vision is swimming he doesn’t know what to do is he dying he feels like he’s dying and if he dies does he get to see Richie?

“Reg.” There’s someone kneeling in front of him and for one traitorous moment he thinks its Richie and his body calms this was all a big mistake he misheard and Richie’s come back for him everything’s going to be okay but then his vision clears and the person swims into focus and it’s just Alex with Luke and Bobby standing over his shoulder looking frantic and scared. Reggie lets out a sob and curls in on himself.

“Reg come on what’s wrong?” Alex says softly, reaching out before hesitating remembering what happened last time, he tried to grab Reggie.

Reggie doesn’t respond just throws himself into Alex’s arms and sobs. “He’s dead.” He sobs. He knows he’s making no sense, they don’t even know about Richie, but he doesn’t think he can get anything else out because he feels like someone has tore a hole in his chest and he can’t focus on anything else.

“Who Reggie?” Bobby asks, “Who’s dead?” and that’s when Reggie realizes that Luke and Bobby have kneeled on either side of Alex who has his arms wrapped tightly around Reggie.

“My brother,” he manages to stutter out between gasped breaths.

“What…” Luke starts but Alex cuts him off.

“Let’s go inside,” he says trying to guide Reggie so he’s standing. As Reggie gets to his feet, he realizes somehow, he’s ended up at Bobby’s garage and that’s when he remembers they were supposed to be rehearsing today.

“Shit,” he says and they all turn to him. “We’re supposed to be practicing. I’m so…”

Bobby cuts him off. “Don’t you dare apologize this takes precedent okay? You come before the band. Let’s just go inside and we can deal with everything else from there okay?” he asks, putting his hands on Reggie’s shoulders. When Reggie nods and Bobby slides his arm over Reggie’s shoulder and guides him inside. When they’re all inside they arrange themselves on the couch so that they’re surrounding Reggie with Luke pulling up one of the chairs so he’s sitting in front of Reggie.

“Okay can you tell us what happened?” Luke says calmly.

So, Reggie does his best to explain through hiccupped breaths. The fighting, his brother leaving, how the fighting only got worse, how he wasn’t even allowed to talk about Richie most of the time, the fact that his parents weren’t going to tell him, the knowledge that he was never going to get to say goodbye to his brother because he wasn’t even allowed to know he died, everything came tumbling out before Reggie could stop any of it.

“Reg,” Alex says softly when he finally exhausts himself. “I’m so sorry.” He rubs his hand on his shoulder.

“Do you know when it is?” Luke asks.

“What?” Reggie asks.

“The funeral,” Luke says.

“Yeah it’s the first week of November at St Catherine’s,” Reggie says, “That’s how I know my mom was telling my dad when it was.”

“We’ll take you,” Luke says at the same time Bobby says, “Well why don’t we go?”

“What?” Reggie asks, “You don’t have…”

Luke cuts him off. “I know but we want too.” That’s when Reggie starts to realize that maybe family isn’t just his blood but it can also be the people you care about. These boys, his bandmates, are willing to drop everything to make him feel better and that’s more than either of his parents have ever done for him.

Reggie lets out a sob he didn’t know he was holding. “Thank you,” he sobs, “Thank you so much.”

They all chorus reassurances and hug him. “It’s going to be okay,“ Alex says, face buried in his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Reggie says, “One day I think it will.”

December 1987

It’s Christmas Eve and his parents can’t stop fighting long enough to have one good holiday. Richie isn’t home, he’d snuck out about an hour ago to see his current girlfriend for a little before he had to come home. Reggie’s nine and knows that he should be able to deal with the fighting by now but the sound of a plate smashing still sends him scrambling to the safe space he and his brother had created all those years ago. He doesn’t know how long he’s in there when he hears the panel slide open and see’s Richie climb in.

“Hey Reg,” He says, sliding the panel closed again.

“Hey Rich,” Reggie replies quietly, “It was just loud couldn’t focus on uh…” he frantically looks around for something that he could have been working on finding only a book that he knows is Richie’s.

“It’s okay if you’re scared Reggie,” Rich says, face soft, “You’re just a kid you shouldn’t have to deal with them fighting all on your own, I’m sorry I left I just needed to get something I thought maybe they would be better because it was Christmas.”

“Its fine,” Reggie snaps, “I’m not a kid. I wasn’t scared.” He crosses his arms.

“Okay well sometimes mom and dad yelling scares me so if it scares you its okay.” Reggie doesn’t answer just turns away. Richie smirks. “So, I guess you don’t want your present then?”

“Present?” Reggie says, turning back to him.

“Oh, now you’re interested?” Richie says, laughing and socking his shoulder.

“Maybe a little,” Reggie leans forward, “Can I see it?”

Richie hands him a badly wrapped box. “It’s not much but I hope you like it

Reggie rips open the packaging and “it’s a necklace?” Reggie says holding it out towards Richie, it’s beaded all the way around and way too big for Reggie’s small frame with a long stone at the end.

“It’s a pendent so that even if we aren’t together, I will always be there to protect you. If mom and dad ever fight and I’m not here to protect you just touch it and remember I am always with you in here,” Richie says, pointing to his chest.

“thank you. I love it Richie. I’m never going to take it off.” He hugs his brother.

November 1993

Alex’s parents drive them all to the funeral and he has no clue how Alex got them to do it without asking too many questions but they just drop them off and tell them they’ll come back to get them when the service is over. When Reggie walks in he is overwhelmed by the number of people, the number of boys his age, there are inside.

“What…” Reggie trails off, “Maybe this is the wrong service,” he starts to back out when a brown-haired woman and with a little girl’s hand in hers comes up to him.

“Wait!” She calls, “You’re Reggie, right?”

“Yeah. I… who are you?” Reggie asks, taking another step backward before Luke puts a calming hand on his upper arm to ground him.

“You probably don’t remember me I think we only actually met once but Richie talked about you so much I feel like I know you,” She says reaching her free hand out to shake his. “I’m Charlotte I was your brother’s wife.”

“What?” Reggie takes another stagger step back and this time it’s Alex who stabilizes him. “My brother wasn’t… he didn’t… what?”

“I know this is a lot to take in but when he left it was because I was pregnant with Riley.” She motioned to the little girl next to her who gives a shy wave. “He wanted to tell you but he couldn’t let your parents find out, he didn’t want your dad knowing, and he didn’t want you to have to worry about keeping it from them.”

“I don’t understand,” Reggie stutters.

“Your brother and I had been dating for about a month when we found out I was pregnant with Riley and he knew he couldn’t live in the house and support me and Riley. His biggest regret was leaving you there to deal with your family alone. It was something he struggled with for the last three years. He spent his life planning to get you out and moved in with us but every time he tried to go back your father stopped him from seeing you. He volunteered at so many youth programs trying to fill the hole you left, the hole he made when he left you. Your brother was an amazing man and used his short life to touch so many people and I’m so glad to officially meet the boy who inspired all that in him.” She sounds on the verge of tears but she still radiates so much love in the way she talks about his brother it physically hurts Reggie.

“I can’t do this,” Reggie says turning on his heels and bolting out of the church. He makes it to the steps before collapsing and shoving his head between his legs to try to calm his rapid breathing.

“It’s okay,” A soft voice accompanied by a hand, Alex’s his hands are always so cold, says, “Just try to breathe.”

“I think we should go,” Reggie says, lifting his head, “I don’t think I can do this. That isn’t… Richie didn’t… I don’t think I knew my brother at all.”

Luke is standing in front of him and he says, “We can leave if you want none of us will stop you, we will find something to do until Alex’s parents come back but I don’t think you should.”

“I can’t stand there and find out the person my brother was around me was a lie,” Reggie says, voice cracking.

“He wasn’t,” Bobby says, “Just because he had a wife and a kid and a lot of people who he clearly touched doesn’t mean you were any less important to him. Listen we don’t know much about your family so I’m not going to try to speak for your brother but from what you said, from what Charlotte has said, you meant the world to him and he was clearly important to you. Like Luke said if you want to leave right now, we will we don’t have to go back in there but I think it is something you will really regret if you don’t.”

Reggie puts his head back between his legs and takes a couple deep breathes and blinks the last of the tears from his eyes. He inhales and lifts his head. “Okay let’s go back in.”

Alex pulls him to standing and Luke claps him on the back and says, “I’m proud of you man.” And they walk back into the funeral as a unit.

June 1984

The first time Reggie takes off on his bike without his brother’s hands to guide him Richie jumps up and down, cheering and scoops him up and spins him. “I’m so proud of you Reg!”

July 1995

There is no one breaking point that summer that makes him leave and move into the garage he just decides one day that enough is enough and no one will come looking for him at this point so he mine as well move in with his real family. He leaves a note just saying they shouldn’t come looking for him and he’s not coming and then in one spiteful moment he knows he’ll regret later he writes ‘you were wrong Richie came back for me’. he knows they’ll know he’s lying. He hopes it makes his mom cry. He hopes it makes his dad break something important. He hopes they know he knows they’ll know he’s lying. Most of all, despite everything, he hopes they get better, hopes they mend their relationship or finally get that divorce whatever makes them happy in the end. He hopes maybe one day he can come back and they’ll apologize and they’re relationship will never be perfect but he hopes one day they can make it okay.

He dies a week later.

August 2020

“Hey Richie. I hope wherever you are you can hear me I hope you’re somewhere that isn’t here I think being a ghost is bad ass but I think it would just upset you so I hope you’re somewhere you’re happy. I really thought dying would bring me back to you but I guess I didn’t count on it happening so soon either. I just wanted you to know I got out. I got away from mom and dad. I never got the chance to go to your grave after… before… well you know. I also wanted you to know I found Charlotte and Riley when I came back. Riley looks so much like you it’s scary. From everything I’ve learned about her she’s just like you. She’s going far in life. I’m so sorry you couldn’t watch her grow up but I just want you to know I’m here now and I’ll watch over her. That kids going far and I’ll be damned if I let what happened to us happen to her. I still miss you so much. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it but it’s getting easier. The band could never replace you but it feels good to have people around me who actually care about me like you would have. So yeah that’s really all. I just wanted you to know that you can rest easy I’m doing good and I’ve got Riley for you now so you can rest knowing you left a legacy of amazing people who are doing fine. I’d like you to meet my new family one day. I love you Rich and I miss you every day. I hope, if I ever figure out how too and decide to cross over, I can see you again but if I never can thank you for everything you did for me. I couldn’t have asked for a better big brother.”

[ames-69]

Maggie tozier was ecstatic when her 4 year old Richie came home from his first day of kindergarten absolutely gushing about his new friend. Richie had struggled to make friends in the multiple mommy-and-toddler classes that Maggie had enrolled them in, and even while playing in the park seemed to be on his own. But he seemed content with it so Maggie and her husband Wentworth let him be, just hoping he would finally make a few friends in kindergarten, which he did.

Over the next while she learned a lot about his friend, she now knew was called eddie, but Richie seemed to prefer to call him ‘eds’. He had “ass ma” and had to carry around a special blue thingy to help him breath richie told her solemnly. In fact, eddie carried around a lot of things, according to Richie. He had a little bag he wore around his waist, which he never took of - not even at nap time, much to his teachers annoyance. Eddie alway washed his hands before eating or after playing outside and always made sure Richie did the same. At least Maggie know knew her son was at least slightly hygienic. But eddie was as adventurous as he was careful. The boy had been at the toziers house enough times now for Maggie to see his craziness along with their other friends, bill denbrough and Stanley uris - both of them were good friends of richies, but not as good as eddie. Maggie once wondered to herself if eddie had so much energy because he didn’t get to act like this at home. She had met Sonia kaspbrak and quite frankly did not like her. That was the day she swore to herself eddie was always welcome at her home.

The four liked to play pretend games. One of their favourites was ‘the clown game’ were there was an evil clown they had to kill. Maggie wasn’t sure where they came up with this stuff, but it was amusing to watch them shoot at the thin air with their imaginary guns nonetheless. Once or twice richie had told Maggie he was gonna marry his eds one day. Maggie just smiled and nodded and said “I’m sure you will sweetie.” Maybe that was when she knew.

By the time the boys were in sixth grade, eddie had spent more time at the toziers house than Maggie could count. At least twice a week he stayed for dinner and by this stage had his own make shift bed on richies floor - if Maggie noticed it looked like it hadn’t been slept in some nights, she didn’t say anything. But she didn’t mind, she adored the boy, he was always welcome at the toziers and he knew it. He was good for her son.

Richie had always been witty, with his attempts at accents and whimsical remarks. He teased his friends often, including his new friends, Ben and Beverly who he’d met over the summer of ‘89. (Maggie at first was worried about Richie hanging around a girl but soon realised that she really was just a friend and relaxed, happy he was indeed making new friends.) He teased them all, but not as much as he did eddie. And the way he teased Eddie was different, but in a kind of good way that was hard to put into words. Maggie could tell there was no malice in her sons words and actions. Toward any of them for that matter. The pair had also become alot more physically affectionate, though then again, they always had been. As kids they often held hands and hugged. One was never seen with out the other. Oh, the tantrums Maggie dealt with when it was home time. Now they did that along with cuddling during movie nights and eddie always tucked away under Richie’s gangly arms. Maybe that was when she knew.

When they were 15, richie asked could he go to his first school dance. Maggie was fearful at first, fearful that her little baby was growing up, but he reassured her he was only going because “eddie w- everybody else wants to” Maggie struggled to fight of the smile that was trying to creep onto her face. So she told him yes, he could go.

She tried to argue with him to get a tux, but he refused, instead opting to wear his black Sunday slacks and a tee shirts with a tie printed on it much to Maggies dismay.

Richie and his friends had made plans to meet up at the toziers house at 6pm on the night of the dance as it was closest to the school, but when Maggie heard a knock on the front door at 5pm, she wasn’t surprised.

“Hello, eddie dear” she greeted as she let the small boy inside.

“Hi, mrs. T” He had always refused to call her anything else, even though she had insisted years ago they all call her Maggie. She found it cute.

Eddie was wearing a light blue suit, similar to the one richie wore to stans bar mitzvah. She didn’t miss the way richie stared at him a little too long, the same look wentworth had when he looked at her in his eyes. The two boys soon disappeared up the stairs to most likely read comics. At 6pm, the others began arriving. A new face had joined the little gang a couple years ago. Mike Hanlon. He was a nice kid, just like all richies friends. After a couple - well more than a couple - photos, the clique hopped on their bikes that had been tossed aside on the toziers lawn and began cycling towards the school. Maggie smiled at the kind of dead looking flower she recognised from the neighbouring garden in eddies breast pocket that definitely hadn’t been there was he arrived an hour before. Maybe that was when she knew.

When richie was 17, Maggie tozier walked into her sons room to see him curled in a ball in the middle of his bed. Occasionally he let out little whimpers and curled up tighter. If Maggie tozier hadn’t known heartbreak before, she knew it now. He looked so small and helpless, she wanted nothing more than to take all of her sons pain away. That was what a mother was meant to do, right? She had a sinking feeling she already knew what this was about. Richie hadn’t mentioned eddie in a couple days and eddie hadn’t visited in over a week now, and this was highly unusual. The last time this happened they were 12 and had fought over something small and unimportant that Maggie couldn’t recall now. But even that hadn’t lasted this long. Silently, Maggie walked over to the bed and sat down, placing a loving hand on her sons back and gently began rubbing it. “It’s okay” she cooed over and over, eventually calming him enough for him to tell her what was wrong.

“We.. we had a fight..” he sniffed. Maggie just nodded and began petting his head which was now laying in her lap. She didn’t need to ask who he was referring to.

“He told me that.. that he liked m-me as more than a.. a friend and i j-just sorta looked at him.. then.. then ran a-away” and with that he dissolved into tears again. Now Maggie spoke, her voice quite and caring.

“You don’t need to be scared rich, if that’s what’s wrong. Ive always known, and I’ve always loved you - and him.” She looked down at him, but he was staring at the dresser in front of him. She continued. “Right from yous were kids, I’ve always known yous would end up together. You know, you told me you were gonna marry him one day. And by god richie, i hope you do. That boys the best damn thing to happen to you. Now please, go get him. I cant stand seeing you like this. And I’m sure he’s just as broken.”

Richie finally sat up. He eyeballed her for a couple seconds. “Really?” His voice was so fragile. Maggie had never in his seventeen years of life seen him like this. It killed her.

“Really” she assured him. “Yous are made for each other”

He smiled before quickly springing off of his bed and into the bathroom. Maggie heard the water run as he washed his face. She fixed the bed and laid out a fresh hoodie and jeans for him, then hastily ran to her and Went’s room. She riffled through her bag and eventually found her car keys, then went to wait in the living room. About 10 minutes later richie arrived down stairs. His eyes were still red and puffy and his hair was messy, but the shine in his eyes and returned and Maggie smiled. He went to go out the back to retrieve his bike, but she stopped him.

“Take the car” she said simply and handed him the keys. He smiled widely at her, before she shooed him out with a final “go get him.” If she didn’t know before, she knew now.

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.19

a/n: so... uhh... nothing much happens here but the last part is worth it :’) i guess? hope ya’ll like this nonetheless! 

warnings: this cannot be read solo

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 20

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Two days since that fated encounter with Chronostasis, you were now left with a vacant rest day. And where better place to spend it than with Dr. Hanayaka. Setting an appointment with him, as he liked to call it, you were tasked to help with the blood pressure for each patient he had. Luckily, his schedule wasn’t that straining.

“So you mean to say, his henchman met with you in secret?” Gei asked and raised an eyebrow. With his stethoscope resting on his shoulder and white coat on, it was sometimes hard to believe that this flamboyant man was a well respected doctor. “And handed you trash man’s sim card?”

“Yeah. I’ve already checked the contents of the sim and there’s not a lot to go on.” Aside from your messages, the contents of his inbox were that of an average man’s. Expecting some tea about his trade or even important numbers of other villains, you had to think whether or not Chrono deleted some or not.

“And what about that plan of yours, hmm?” Gei fixed his eyelashes before staring back at you. “What if it backfires and Chrono takes the blame?”

“He won’t. My instructions were clear and I set a time frame as well. Just something to please the heroes for setting me up.”

“You movin over to the dark side, baby girl?”

“Just balancing things out.” You shrugged. “Levi made it clear that they shouldn’t interfere with my relationship with Overhaul. Even though I’m on justice’s side, I still want to tip the scales a bit due to personal reasons.”

“Wouldn’t your badge and title be removed if they found out? And why in Todrick’s name are you so chill with this topic?! Are you certain you don’t have a bug on you?” Your friend eyed you down so quickly. Worried that policemen might end up barging inside his office.

“Don’t worry. I’m wearing new clothes so there’s no way they can. Besides, I’m being as cautious as ever. Seriousness aside, I do have some information you might want to feast on.” You smirked at the mental image of a maskless Chrono.

“Spill…” Gei shifted in his seat and leaned in closer. The look on your face only meant one thing.

“Okay, so Overhaul’s right hand man was the one who met me right? Well~ He took off his mask and I will have to admit the man looked hella fine~”

“Describe! Describe!”

“For starters, he has bluish-gray eyes. Though he looks like he wants to kill a person right there and then, he probably could since his jaw was rather prominent. His voice without the mask is different too.” You watched as Gei listened with such focus. “But, if I were to be honest, describing him doesn’t do him good. He looks really handsome.”

“Why is it always the villains who look good?” Gei commented with a pout. “Hawks aside, because that man is something else, but they just hit different you know?”

“That’s true. Shame they have to wear those masks, though.”

“On the contrary, I think it’s good that they do. Otherwise they’d have to endure the wrath of fan girls.”

“Right. Also feels good when they trust you enough to show what’s behind the mask.” Nodding at your own statement, the memory of having lunch with Overhaul came back. With no given warning, he took off his mask and casually drank water. Realizing that he had done it on purpose, a tiny smile formed on your mouth.

“If you miss him that bad, just call him.”

“He changed numbers and I’m not that desperate to ask Chrono for it. Nao said in due time he’ll contact me but the chances of that are negative.”

“Honey, it’s the modern era. Women aren’t as shy as they were before. If you want something, go and get it. If it is a guy’s new number, then go ahead. It’s not just men who make the first move. And besides, I think Overhoe would be surprised if you just suddenly ring his doorbell.”

“You do realize, I do not have the same confidence as you.”

“Fake it till you make it, boo.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.

“You’ve been watching Soopernatural again, haven’t you?”

“Okay, first off, Jenred Padackles is a god and I would worship his feet. Second, that show has references to everything and you can’t deny that.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Standing up from the sofa, you stretched your limbs. “Anyway, I gotta scram.”

“Where you headin’ off to missy?”

“I have to meet up with Nao regarding the Fukuo Kai case.”

“But it’s your day off. Get a life and do something else other than work, (n/n).” Gei threw a pen to your direction but you dodged it effortlessly. “Don’t make me tell your father.”

“It’s only for a few minutes. It’s in preparation for tomorrow.” Not bothering to wait, you exited the room and sofly closed the doors to his office. Time spent with Gei was always an eye opener. However, it still wasn’t enough for you to stoop so low and ring his doorbell.

Making your way out of the hospital, you took a quick stop to the vending machines and chose a cold cafe au lait. Perfect for the hot and humid weather Japan had to offer. Feeling the cold liquid running down your throat was amazing and within seconds, you downed the whole drink. Tossing the empty bottle to the recycle bin, a gust of wind caused you to lose balance.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I have a meeting to attend to Hawks.” Hawks took his visors off and ruffled his wings. Offering to buy him a drink, he chose a tetra pack of  apple juice. Walking to the vacant bench, you followed him and decided that perhaps his visit would be worth it. “So what did the bird hear today?”

“Twice and Toga Himiko.”

“League of-” Then it hit you. “I see. Since when?”

“Yesterday. One of my informants saw them entering the base and left late at night. They didn’t look too happy about it, though.” Lowering his headphones, he ruffled his hair and stared at the clear blue skies. “Do what you will with this information. Just thought I’d let you know.”

“How and why do you even bother?”

“I work for the HPSC dove. If I don’t want them getting in my head, I gotta kick their crotches first.”

“That’s not the best analogy.”

“Still works though.” He winked and put on his headphones and visors back. Standing up, he offered a hand and you accepted it. Tailing you, Hawks was now opening the door for your car. “And one more thing, another of my birdies caught the scent of the quirk erasing bullets nearing its completion stages. Probably 80% now.”

“That’s fast.” You had to admit.

“Heard he’s been pissed. Be careful baby bird.” Hawks closed your door and saluted before flying off.

80%? That was enough information to speed up the Shie Hassaikai raid. Reaching out for your bag, you took the burner phone you recently purchased and reread each message the both of you exchanged. With two League of Villains now part of the yakuza, the possibility of casualties was much higher now.

Within minutes, you were now on the road. Fingers tightly wrapping the steering wheel. Your thumb bouncing with growing guilt at choosing to hide what Hawks had just said. Of course this wasn’t to ensure his victory, it was to even the field, right? It was the pettiness taking over you and Nighteye going against his words. It had to be.

Turning towards the precinct, you saw your designated parking area. The basement parking was a bit crowded today.

Heading towards the meeting room Tsukauchi had prepared for the small info sharing, you greeted fellow coworkers and kept conversation till you disappeared around the corner. Not too long after, you were now fiddling with your fingers. Basking in the silence till the doors opened revealing your partner and Shinezu. Both men took their seats and commenced the meeting.

“So, Shinezu will be tagging along.” He nodded at your coworker who seemed to be trembling at the thought. “It’ll do you good, Shinez. Trust me.”

“I-I know, Tsukau-kun.” He adjusted his tie, loosening it a bit. “I just think I’m not cut out for this mission you know? I do better behind the scenes.”

“While I believe that’s true, the 4th division works best when you’re around.”

“That’s true.” You agreed. Shinezu may not be the most social cookie out there but his brain was close to Namase. He also had the knack of coming up with solutions when things went wrong. All he needed was to amp his social skills. “We all know the 4th division leader is weak for you.”

“Not t-true.”

“All too true. You’ll be fine, Shinez. Have I ever lied to you?”

When the raven-haired man finally nodded his head, Tsukauchi cleared his throat and relayed the plans for tomorrow. It was the standard undercover data gathering in your books.

“So, to recap, the 4th division will be handling the snooping and we’ll remain on guard should all else fail?” You repeated the information given. Tsukauchi scratched his chin and nodded. Confirming that you had fully understood his message. “All this should happen within 5 hours. Got it. That’s quite cramped but manageable.”

“5 hours was the only allotted time I could fit in.” He scratched his nape and looked away. “You were right when I had to take it slow with my cases.”

“I’m not one to comment~” Waving the conversation aside, you stood up and the others followed.

With the short meeting now over, Tsukauchi and you were now seated in the break room. Cups of coffee present as you exchanged more information about your days and current mission. For a brief moment, despite him not being a part of the Shie Hassaikai Raid, you wanted to pour every single information you had just gained from Hawks. The lingering guilt was much more present now.

“You’re spacing out.” He snapped his fingers in front of you. “You alright?”

“Aside from the growing problem of trashman, I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.” Taking a sip from your coffee, the usual taste of bitterness was strong today. “Nothing to worry about~”

“You should go home, (n/n). I already took up a portion of your time. Any more and I might drown from embarrassment.”

“That’s gross. Even coming from you.” Kicking him from under the table, the two of you laughed before chugging the remaining drops of coffee. “I will take that offer though. Need me some beauty sleep before shit happens again. See ya!”

Hours had passed and you were now stuffing your face with chips. He was right when he said you had purchased too much but you weren’t complaining. The movie playing now was one of your favorites, Prisoner. Gake Jyllenhall was divine in this movie. It was always the twist of the movie that kept you watching it over and over again.

“I wonder if we had watched this… would the wall pinning  happen?” You thought out loud. Shaking your thoughts away from him, you stopped the movie and stored the chips.

Now that you were settled in bed, Overhaul’s jacket rested on top of you. By now, his scent had disappeared and was now replaced by yours. Grabbing your phone, you opened the messaging app and clicked on a certain conversation. Rereading his messages was not the best idea but at least you would be able to relive whatever memories you had created.

Glancing at your desk calendar, in just two months time, you would meet him again. Would things still be the same? Or would things go back to the way they were? Tucking your phone under the unused pillow, you willed yourself to sleep and surprisingly succeeded.

Waking up not so refreshed happened again. But, nothing out of the ordinary. Not being a morning person, you dragged your body away from the bed and began the necessary clothes. Deciding to just buy breakfast, it took you less than an hour to lock your doors and head over to the parking lot.

Making your way up the steps, you met up with Shinezu.

“You look like shit, Shinez.” You teased him. “Take a chill pill.”

“I already did. But it’s still not working. This would be the first case in a while where I’ll interact with others.” Leading the way, the both of you were now walking through the empty hallways. The sounds of your footsteps muffled by the cheap carpeted floors. “How do you guys even manage to survive situations like these?”

“By taking it one step at a time~” Not the best advice for someone who’s socially challenged but it is what it is.

Opening the doors for you, the both of you entered the room and took your designated seats. A bunch of people from the 4th division were now present. Tsukauchi had not yet arrived but it was still early so it was excusable. Exchanging a few small talk, you caught up with what the 4th division was up to till the doors finally opened.

“Good morning everyone.” Tsukauchi greeted. Feet glued to his spot. His eyesight focused on you. “Before we head out, we have a special guest joining us.”

“Holy shit.” Shinezu uttered under his breath.

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a/n: shits bout to go down again! I would like to take this time to thank each one of you who take the time to read this! Unpredictable was supposedly a 10 chapter story but we bout to reach 20 now! i cant really respond to your comments as much but i read all of ‘em and they always make my day :’) my schedule has just been very hectic these days huhu and yeas that ends my rant~ see ya’ll next week! :* and yes, the waiting list is still open :)