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vicsnook · 1 year ago

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Illicit Affairs | Jake Seresin x Reader

word count: 1677

warnings: Jake being Jake, drinking, fluff

song pairing: Illicit Affairs - Taylor Swift

notes: Hey ya'll! I hope y'all are enjoying this series so far. We still have 3 more parts after this one for Jake. This is part 4 in the Wildest Dreams fic (Jake's Version). There is a version in which the reader ends up with Bob and you can find those alternate parts under Bob in my masterlist. Please don't forget to like and reblog and thank you for reading and past likes/reblogs!

Make sure nobody sees you leave

Hood over your head, keep your eyes down

You didn’t want to be in Jake’s apartment but when Maverick called and asked if you could pick him up because he had drunk too much again and passed out in the sand you didnt seem to have another choice.

So that’s how you got there. Last week when he did this you took him back to your place but after Friday night you didnt want to be anywhere near him. A shiver went down your spine as the image of him and the blonde girl kissing replayed in your mind.

You knew deep down he probably hadn't meant for things to get this bad but you were disappointed he’d rather ruin everything than express his feelings.

You put the hoodie’s hood up and sprinted to your car. Hoping no one from the squad would see you here. You didn’t want anyone getting the wrong impression if they saw you, especially since you were sure Nat had told Bob about Friday night.

Take the road less traveled by

Tell yourself you can always stop

You even went as far as taking the long way home to avoid seeing anyone and told yourself this would be the last time you’d do him any favors outside of work. He wasn’t worth ruining the friendship you and Bob were trying to have. Not after he showed you he’d rather kiss someone else than even talk about the possibility of a relationship with you.

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Today we had dogfight football. Bob was driving you and Nat to the beach to meet the rest of the squad and they were very chatty this morning but you couldn’t bring yourself to participate.

Your mind was elsewhere and that was clear as Nat tackled you easily in the first round. Maverick sent you out sensing something was up and put Reuben in. Bob shooting you a look of concern that you quickly dismissed by waving your hand off at him.

What started in beautiful rooms

Ends with meetings in parking lots

You watched everyone play and they seemed to be having a great time until Jake tackled Bob unnecessarily. Maverick sounded his whistle as Jake got off Bob and walked off. “What the hell was that for Seresin?” shouted Maverick after him. “Sorry, I just got too into it boss. It won’t happen again,” replied Jake trying to hide a scowl.

Bob’s eyes kept looking over at you as the game progressed since Jake was sitting not even 4 feet away from you in the tailgate of his truck. You tried smiling at him reassuringly even though your discomfort was clear. You even considered sitting inside the car but you didn't want to raise any suspicions. “Why’d you pick me up yesterday?” asked Jake, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Maverick asked me to.”

“You could’ve said no.”

“I should’ve,” you replied coldly trying to end the conversation.

You could feel his green eyes still on you. You looked at the squad and specifically at Bob who didn’t seem to have noticed the small chat. “I’m sorry about what happened Friday” said Jake, once again breaking the silence.

“Don’t be. I’m glad now I know what you really want”

“C’mon Peach, she kissed me! She wouldn’t leave me alone from the moment I got there. You can even ask Penny if you don't believe me! I admit I should have left from the get-go but I was already pretty drunk.” He said, desperate, as you kept your eyes focused on the game. “Can we talk later? Like really talk?” He asked. You finally turned to look at him as you shook your head no in response and got up to grab a bottle of water.

You spent the rest of the game sitting in the sand by the cooler instead of the hood of Bob’s car. Jake seemed to have stayed in the tailgate of his truck but you weren’t sure since you didn’t want to turn around to look. You wondered if he parked beside Bob on purpose but shook that off your mind as Bob was being lifted onto Roosters and Mickey's shoulders for making them win.

His cheesy smile as the boys kept yelling his name made you break out into one of your own as you headed toward them. You all rallied around Bob patting him on the back and started to head into the Hard Deck.

And that's the thing about illicit affairs

And clandestine meetings and longing stares

It's born from just one single glance

But it dies, and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

You nursed a beer and smiled at Penny while everyone went off to play pool or darts. Bob was dragged off by Rooster to supposedly teach him piano which left you all alone. You noticed Jake glancing at you as he played darts which only irritated you.

By your 4th beer, you had beaten Reuben at pool and sang Great Balls of Fire with Rooster twice. You excused yourself to the bathroom and as you washed your hands you noticed it. The sweatshirt you had thrown on this morning wasn’t yours. It was Jake’s. All his glances made sense now.

You cursed yourself for having slept in which made you rush this morning when getting ready. No one else seemed to notice it wasn't yours since it was just a Navy sweatshirt but the wine stain let you know otherwise since that was the only reason he’d left it at your house. You could hear yourself in your mind as you headed back to the bar promising him you’d get the stain out while he assured you it was fine.

And you wanna scream

Don't call me "kid"

Don't call me "baby"

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

You set your hands on Bob’s and Rooster’s shoulders as they played a vaguely familiar tune. Graciously you accepted the shot of what you now knew was tequila from Rooster. “What the hell are you playing Rooster?” you asked, trying to decipher the familiar melody.

“Jolene, kid. Thought you’d know,” responded Jake instead with a wink as he grabbed a beer from the bucket on top of the piano. You swallowed hard remembering the car ride to the flea market when you both sang along to it.

“Why would you know?” questioned Bob as he glanced between you and Jake who was now by the pool table. “I don’t know. He’s just being an asshole. Ignore him.” you replied, hoping you sounded convincing enough. You must’ve since he turned around and continued to play with Rooster.

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When Bob dropped you off at home the first thing you did was take off Jake’s sweatshirt. Tears pooled in your eyes as you scrolled on your phone and deleted every picture you’d taken together with Jake except group ones. Still, you left them in your recently deleted folder. Your finger hovered over the block button too when removing his contact picture but you knew in a work emergency that wouldn’t be ideal so you decided against it.

The sound of the doorbell startled you as you glanced at your phone and noticed it was almost 1 AM now. You ran to your room and quickly threw on a shirt. Looking through the window you saw Jake’s truck in your driveway.

And you know damn well

For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times

“What are you doing here?” you asked him, noticing the flowers he was holding.

“May I come in please?”

“Uh, sure,” you answered moving aside so he could walk in. He carefully set the flowers on your counter as you headed towards the couch. He promptly followed by taking a seat across from you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

He took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sorry about the shit I did. I swear everything I told you earlier was true.”

“I know, Penny told me,” you said, cutting in.

“Seeing you with Bob I thought maybe you two would rekindle things and I let it get the best of me,” he said quickly, his eyes focused on the painting behind you as he spoke instead of you.

“We’re just friends, Jake. I tried to talk to you in the car Friday and you shot me down”

“I know, I’m sorry. I was worried that we would try to make things work and they wouldn’t. I don't want to lose you” he replied, this time looking at you.

“You think I’m not worried too?” you asked, annoyed that this could have been resolved Friday but he chose to do things the hard way.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve just told you. I felt too like Bob was only saying he was okay with it to avoid drama.”

“Yes, you should’ve. I also realized that when I told you about it so I talked to him again and he told me he just wanted me to be happy and asked if we could just let this all be water under the bridge.”

“Oh, I guess he definitely took that better than I thought,” he muttered as you nodded in response. “So do I still have a chance?” he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

“I don’t know,” you answered, watching his face fall. “That depends on if you’re going to go make out with other girls every time things get complicated.” you continued. “I won’t, I swear,” he replied quickly.

“Then yes. But there is one condition.”

“Anything” he replied, nodding his head.

“We take things slow and until we are sure this is going to work out we will not tell the squad about us.”

“Yes Lieutenant,” he replied, mockingly saluting you. You laughed as he inched closer to you.

“May I kiss you, Lieutenant?” he asked.

“You may,” you replied as he closed the distance between you with a sweet kiss.

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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Dark!Valkyrie and pet play, took r from midguard and chose to keep her, potential boot jumping if your comfortable if not idm COGRATS ON 1K 👏🏼👏🏼

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@romanoff062 helped me a lot with ideas so thank you bestie and some elements of the fic are inspired by @peachyteabuck 's fic And I Plead which I highly recommend y'all check out

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Warnings: innocence kink, non-con/dub-con (R doesn't fully understand) forced heavy pet play, ownership, boot jumping, spanking, degrading, strap on sex, mild amnesia and kidnapping

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New Asgard was a beautiful place. That much became apparent before you even set foot in the small town. All it took was a brief glimpse from the winding roads across the hills a few miles away and you instantly wanted to take a closer look.

You were on a road trip; had been for a while. It was a solo trip. A chance to get away from the hectic life back home and for you to figure things out. You had just graduated college and like many of your fellow students you had no idea what you were going to do next. So when you heard some people talking about a road trip, you decided you would give it a try aswell. You had a brief route planned but you ended up stopping off at a lot more places than you thought, even then none of them helped you with whatever it was you were trying to get out of that journey.

You parked up along the edge of town and grabbed your phone and wallet before getting out of the car and started towards the buildings.

It was starting to get late but there was still a fair few locals around who all waved or smiled at you as wandered around. You let the distant and lively murmer in the middle of town direct you and it wasn't long until you spotted a pub.

You knew you should have booked a place to stay for the night or few days, but you had been on the road for a while and wanted to enjoy the unique atmosphere of the town as soon as you could. Surprisingly, you weren't tired either.

A few people greeted you in the pub, clearly noting the new face, but they didn't draw too much attention to you which made you feel all the more at ease there.

You bought a beer and sent a quick text to your parents to let them know you were safe and took a sip of your beer as you admired the art work across the walls. They ranged from tapestries to paintings and even some sculptures, the likes of which you had never seen before. They had a distinct Viking style to them but with a regal touch.

"You like them?" You looked to your right to see a dark haired woman leaning on the counter besides you, nursing her own beer.

She had an easy smile on her lips that hinted at something more, as did her hazel eyes that watched you carefully. She was beautiful to say the least and it took you a moment to find the words ton respond.

"They're amazing, where are they from?" You asked as your eyes flickered away from hers, unable to hold her strong gaze.

"A very special place." Was all she said. "Valkyrie." The woman declared as she raised her bottle to yours. You smiled and tapped the top of yours against hers.

"Y/n." You replied. Valkyrie hummed.

"And what brings you to New Asgard, y/n?"

Convosation flowed between you easily from that point on. You found yourself telling the older woman a lot about yourself, more than you had ever told a stranger. You just couldn't seem to help it, she encouraged you to tell her everything and you did.

Once you realised you barely knew anything about Valkyrie the convosation took a swift turn to handsy flirtation. You didn't mind, of course, but it sure did surprise you when Valkyrie shamelessly pulled out the cliques and let her hand wander boldly up your thigh.

You were captivated by the stranger. And you wanted to experience her further, everything she had to offer you would willingly take.

You groaned quietly when you back hit the hard wall of the pub. Valkyrie pulled you into a rough, demanding kiss that you could hardly keep up with, only stopping when she pulled away begrudgingly, as though she wasn't running out of oxygen like you were.

"I want to see you come undone." She whispered lowly against your ear. You gave a whine and closed your eyes with a smile.

"Come on." Was all she said as she grabbed your hand and led you through the empty street back to her house that seemed somewhat larger than the ones around it.

You were barely through the door and she was undressing you. Her hands ran frantically over your body that was admittedly growing tired and weaker from your travels. It didn't help that everytime Valkyrie's fingertips danced across your bare skin you melted just a little more.

You whined longingly when she dipped her slender fingers through your wet folds. She glided them over your sensitive clit that was begging for any attention but she soon withdrew those torturous fingers once more.

"You want something, pet?" You head was too clouded with need to pay much attention to the nickname. You had no prior experience with anything of the sort, no real understanding of what Valkyrie had planned.

"I need you." You whined again and went to kiss her only for the older woman to chuckle and pull something out of her pocket.

She attached the collar swiftly. It was locked around your neck before you could object and even if you did, it would have been futile.

"What's this?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"Your collar. All good pets have them." Valkyrie said simply and reached her foot around the back of your legs to pull forward with her foot, making you fall to your knees with a thud.

"What does that mean?" You asked again, confusion and mild panic starting to rise.

"That you belong to me, so you better behave." Valkyrie warned before pressing her boot covered foot between your legs and pressing down on your neglected clit. You moaned despite yourself and grinded down on the polished material out of pure instinct.

You lifted your hands up to grip onto Valkyries thigh as you dragged your cunt along her boot but she slapped them away. You whined, not knowing what to do with your hands.

"Hands behind your back." Valkyrie instructed and you did so quickly, glad to have something to follow.

You built up a desperate rhythm quickly as you looked up at Valkyrie pleadingly. You needed your release badly.

"Please." You tried. Your wetness was covering her boot and you were so close to releasing everything you had onto the boot.

"No." Valkyrie defied as she yanked her boot away from you. You whined loudly and she tutted as she grabbed your collar and pulled you up to lean over the edge of her bed.

"Please make me cum." You whimpered, earning you a harsh smack to your ass.

"Pets don't speak unless spoken to. Seems like we have a lot of training ahead of us." Valkyrie said darkly. You groaned again, not knowing what the hell that meant and wanting to know what you were getting in to.

You tried to look back at her but your head was forced down into the sheets with one hand while Valkyrie's other started to undo her zip.

She pulled her jeans down and off swiftly and threw them across the room to reveal the strap on she had been hiding. This only became apparent to you when you felt the large head against your entrance, bringing out another breathy whine from you.

Valkyrie edged the tip of the strap into your less than prepared pussy and revealed in th noises it brought out in you. You squirmed against the bed and her hold but she continued to push onwards as she held you down.

It with take long for her to thrust the entirety of the the toy deep inside you, brushing against nerves that were rarely touched. With each passing second you lost more of your grip on your speech until Valkyrie pulled out only to slam the rest of the you into you.

You moaned out loudly and clung onto the bedsheets frantically as Valkyrie continued to fuck.yo7 at a brutal pace, never faltering. You were all overwhelmed with pleasure you hardly heard the dirty things the woman above you whispered into your ear. With that, it didn't take you long to get close.

"Gon cum, please!" You tried, your speech far too slurred for you even to understand luckily Valkyrie did.

"Cum for your queen." She ordered and with that, you fell over the edge. You moaned loudly as your back arched and you clenched around the toy, desperate to feel it as much as possible when you came around it.

Valkyrie didn't stop once you came, not after you came a few times either. Because while you may not have ever completely remembered the events of that day, you would sure as hell feel them for a while.

You awoke in a brightly lit room with walls that seemed to literally shine. You blinked quickly as you looked around and found yourself in a bedroom. A fucking big one.

Next to you, or more towering over you from your low position, was a Grande bed that was unnecessarily big, as though it was there for show more than comfort. The gold painted posters and luxurious pillows and covers made it the perfect image of a King's bed and had you wondering what fantasy land you had dreamed up in your head.

You looked down and furrowed your brow as you realised you were laying in large dog bed that fit you as if by measurement. It was lined with quilts and soft pillows that matched those on the bed.

You sat up in the bed and took in the rest of the room and all its glory. Long drapes hung from the ceiling and parted for an open pair of doors that led onto a sizeable balcony. With a deep breath, you got up out the bed and ventured towards it.

It was only when you left the warmth and softness of the bed that you realised you were fully nude, but there was no dresser or closet door around to provide you with any clothes. You timidly edged towards the doors and stood to the side to peer out, hoping no neighbours would get an eyefull of your vulnerable state.

It was also hard to stay oblivious to the thick black leather collar that was around your neck so tightly. There were some hazy memories it awoke in the back of your mind that you couldn't quite see.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you peered out from behind the curtain. What became apparent first was how high up you were. The balcony leaned over the whole land and let you see the whole of the city and the dark forests beyond it.

The building below you shone in the sun, gleaming boldly in a way you couldn't tear your eyes from. It was almost mythological.

"You're awake!" An excited voice exclaimed from behind you. You spun around to see the dark haired women coming through the main doors towards you.

You didn't recognise her at first, especially with the cheerful grin plastered across her face. But soon the pieces fitted together and you took a big step back away from Valkyrie.

"Don't be like that." She said with a frown, her eyes shamelessly raking over your body.

She walked towards you quicker than you could get away and gripped you collar, forcing you to your knees. "Much better." She mused as she looked down at you.

She attached the leash to your collar and gave it a tug as she strolled back to the balcony with you having no choice but to follow as she instructed.

"I've waited so long for this." She beamed as she looked out at the city. You sat by her side, your mouth and throat too dry to let you speak and feeling too scared to even try. "Finally, Asgard is back to how it should be, and with you by my side." She looked down at you with a smile and noted your confusion.

"Earth just didn't cut it." She said simply. "So we're starting over, again. We have this whole planet to ourselves and I'll make sure it stays this way." Valkyrie explained as she looked back out at the city she ruled.

"I want to go home." You piped up as you stared at the ground, too afraid to meet her gaze.

"You are home." Valkyrie said as she crouched down and lifted your chin to look at her. "I'll give you everything you could ever want." Your bottom lip trembled as you realised you really had no way out.

"All you have to do is be a good pet."

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scoups4lyfe · 2 years ago

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Hebi Anon

Yeah, that little scene of Taro tossing Haruka aside cemented him in my mind as an asshole

Haruka and Saruhara were nothing but nice and helpful this entire episode. They saw he was basically ill and, completely of their own accord, went to find answers and a solution.

Sure the first time it didn't work properly because Jin is an asshole who withholds critical information (about his SON) for no reason, but it did help. Taro would never have been able to save so many people during that chase if they didn't give him that first round of kibi dango. Then they again go out of their way to do it properly. Even when Kaito ends up bringing one too little, Taro even admits that (somehow, why is never explained and that's a writing pet peeve of mine), Haruka's actions made up for that deficit.

And then he just tosses her aside without even a thank you. For what? For laughs? Haruka has been nothing but helpful and he does that? There is no amount of neurodivergency that can excuse that, that's just the actions of an asshole.

Once you get up to the point where I gave up on Donbrothers I'll give a full write up of why I hate Taro (warning in advance, it actually involves some deep seated traumatic rage)

Time to put on my Momoi-Apologist glasses (LOL)

I should preface this first: Your thoughts are completely valid. I can see why you'd dislike Tarou after he throws Haruka halfway across the yard, rip. Seems like he's just taking her effort for granted and being a huge jerkwad. I just hope y'all Momoi antis can take a few deep breathes and come into my analysis with an open mind. Cause I love discussion.

I'm also prefacing that I'll be quoting from academic material and books as well, so prepare for that. This will probably be unnecessarily long so I'm putting a cut here too

Me and Nacho actually discussed Momoi quite a bit, and one thing that had continued to stump me was how Momoi would completely change his personality the moment he transformed.

Dude just idk became iNSANE to me. And so I really was like ???

So here's a set of questions I'm going to try and answer and explain.

(1) Why does Momoi's personality change when he becomes Don Momotaro?

(2) Why does he answer everything he's asked?

(3)Why does he hit or disrespect his teammates or attack them in battle when he says he "doesn't hit people"

Let's get into it.

So first:

" And then he just tosses her aside without even a thank you. For what? For laughs? Haruka has been nothing but helpful and he does that? There is no amount of neurodivergency that can excuse that, that's just the actions of an asshole."

Quoting this down here because I disagree. "There is no amount of neurodivergency that can excuse that, that's just the actions of an asshole." I think its really easy to see Momoi's behaviors and label him an a$$hole.

But he acts like that for a reason.

He's on the spectrum.

I’m not equating being on the spectrum with ‘bad’ or ‘ rude behavior. I’m saying Momoi deals and processes and copes in a different way.

(Is this an excuse? No. But I want it to be noted here that his mind fundamentally works differently. ADHD is similar to Autism in a lot of ways, but there are still a lot of differences, and that doesn't account for differences among individuals as well.)

So let's get to it.

(1) Why does his personality change?

(Inserting a conversation I had with Nacho about this. For context, we where discussing episode 7, when Momoi calls them, Haruka and Haiku, his "companions". Nacho told me what word he was saying and why they reacted like that LOL. )

Nacho:

So tomodachi, to me that word insinuates an affection between two people, like high school classmates. Japanese school, you see the same people you're whole life so your bonds with your school friends are just a tiny step down from family

So it might not necessarily be a deep friendship, but it's the most obviously affectionate

Nakama is more about a bond like you're people on a journey. So like, less affection, but more devotion. Like you feel a strong loyalty to someone, but you might not define yourselves as close in any sense of the word

And then Tarou freaking says that they're his お供 (otomo) LOL!!!!

Which is very, Idk, it sounds archaic

It give me a mental image of a rogue vagabond and is 5 sidekicks. In medieval Japan.

Otomo is different than otmodachi. Like it's spelled different too :))

お供 (otomo) is spelled with the kanji for submit/offer/serve/accompany

Which is why it gives this image to me (rogue vagabond). And why it's HILARIOUS that he called them that.

Basically "you're my sidekick companions"

No wonder his friends were like "HUH????" Truly the appropriate reaction.

Ngl, now that the idea was planted, Tarou does remind me of my autistic family members

Idk, maybe fixated is the wrong word but Idk the correct ones. But having a preference for certain speech patterns and not differing from them to incorporate nuance in conversation.

Like Idk all the context, but like for whatever reason, Tarou is attached to talking or referencing or alluding to archaic language. Assuming that Tarou is on the spectrum, he might not be able to really incorporate the nuances of molding himself into the legendary hero he wants to be—hence he adapts old language and this goofy personality bc it comes with the package of being Momotarou.

It'd be like if I thought to myself that I want to mold myself into a Superman-esque persona, but I also put on the blue spandex and wore fake glasses randomly

Those things have nothing to do with what Superman's admirable qualities are, but I'd be unable to take some qualities and leave the other, have to do things in black and white.

Me: Woah. I was wondering why Momoi always acted insane specifically when he transforms. Like he doesn't normally go around WAHAHA'ing

Nacho: Right. I mean that part especially reminds me of my autistic family members LOL. Definitely should read up more about it, but adhering to some sort of predictable character/caricature that they admire, that brings comfort. It's jarring for people not on the spectrum bc we read social cues that tell us some behaviors are odd, but others can't tell that.

Like it's obvious not to randomly laugh like a maniac to us, but it's not obvious to people on the spectrum.

[I ask about why Momoi answers every question he's asked]

Nacho: Pasting this from the American Journal of Medicine,

"Autistic patients commonly demonstrate restricted, repetitive, and stereotyped patterns of behavior. For example, as children or adults, autistic individuals may continue to repetitively handle and play with objects such as toy automobiles rather than interacting with other persons. These repetitive actions are referred to as “stimming”—self-stimulating behaviors, usually involving repetitive movements or sounds.""

Nacho: I'm sure we all know this to some extent but you know, using a real source this time LOL

So yeah with this, for people who aren't autistic, change is normal

J: but people with autism need the repetition?

Nacho: Yeah exactly, for autistic people, rigidity is normal, not change .So even people who are neurodivergent and can't pick up social cues, they will naturally try to find the answer.

J: I see, that's why when change is introduced to them, it can tend to cause a lot of stress....right?

Nacho: Right, and from my understanding, the idea that you can change your behavior, that's foreign.

I don't want to assume that there ISN'T any truth to the argument that Tarou is not trying to change. BUT I think it's important to consider how change is something that's only normal to some people.

Like in a more physical manifestation of autism, a kid might do repetitive things like scratching their ear right? Someone might say "why aren't they trying to change?"

Especially when they get older. But the idea that someone would think "man, I should change this thing I'm doing"--that doesn't even register as an option

It's like a tricky multiple choice question

Where you have answers A and B

And then the teacher tells you it should've been C: neither. And you're like "BUT THAT WASN'T AN OPTION"

Again,

I don't think Tarou realizes that avoiding to talk is even an option. It's only A or B

/end of our conversation/

(This was all Nacho's brilliant analysis lmao. I noted when I talked or when J talked. So if I didn't note it specifically, assume Nacho was talking.)

Anyways, this brought me the realization that Momoi's personality changes because he's putting on a character, a 'persona'. He doesn't know how to be the hero "Momotarou" without it.

It's easy to imagine too.

Like Jin named Momoi after the Momotarou fairytale. It would be a fair assumption to think that he would then read him the fairytale or tell him about it?

And so Momoi is essentially doing what the fairytale Momotarou did.

Heroes being pricks isn't a new concept either. A lot of them are portrayed as having a sort of natural "bravado." Like Tony Stark for instance. He's arrogant, a narcissist, AND he's rude. And you can see some of that bravado in Momoi.

NOW! Time to get on quotes from my research.

This topic had me looking into books, and so I read "Uniquely Human" by Barry M. Prizant.

And this gave me the language to analyze Momoi and somewhat hypothesize why he acts the way that he does.

"When a child with extreme sensory sensitivities enters a noisy room and cups his hands over his ears and rocks his body, this pattern of behavior is simultaneously a sign of dysregulation and a coping strategy. You could call it “autistic behavior.” Or you could ask “Why is he doing that?” The answer is twofold: the child is revealing that something is amiss and that he has developed a response to shut out what is causing him anxiety."

"Whether or not we realize it, all humans employ these rituals and habits to help us regulate ourselves—soothe ourselves, calm our minds and bodies, and help us cope. Perhaps, like many people, you find public speaking unnerving. To calm yourself, you might take a series of deep breaths or pace back and forth while you speak. That’s not exactly the way humans typically breathe or behave in public, but an observer would not judge this as deviant behavior. The person would understand that it’s your way to cope with the stress of the situation and to soothe your nerves so that you can do your best.

When I return home from a day of work, I immediately check the mailbox, then sort the mail, placing bills in one pile, magazines in another, and tossing what I don’t need in the recycling bin. It would take a significant distraction for me to skip that small but important ritual; then I would feel out of sorts on some level until I took care of it. It’s a calming routine; it’s how I come home.

For people with autism, comforting rituals and coping mechanisms come in all varieties: moving in particular ways, speaking in various patterns, carrying familiar items, lining up objects to create predictable and unchanging surroundings. Even proximity to certain people can serve as a regulating strategy. After coming home from a busy school day, Aaron, who was eight, had a habit of placing both palms on a table in front of him and then rhythmically jumping in place. His parents noted that the intensity and duration of his jumping were a good barometer of how stressful his day had been. Just as infants are comforted and soothed by being rocked, and toddlers run in circles to stay awake, we all use movement to modulate our emotional and physiological arousal.

If people with autism feel underaroused, they increase their alertness by spinning, bouncing, or swinging. If they’re overstimulated, they might calm themselves by pacing, snapping their fingers, or staring at a fan.

Ok. Let's take a break from quoting LOL!

I bolded this part because it really stood out to me; things were beginning to make a lot of sense with this knowledge in the back of my mind as I re-examine some of Momoi’s behaviors.

What does Momoi do every time he transforms, or right before he does something crazy? He laughs.

"WAHAHAHA." <-He does this because it helps increase his alertness.

Likewise, in episode 7, why do you think Momoi got out his fan right before he aggravated the MOTW? It's because he was upset at his comrades being attacked and he needed something comforting to focus on, to help him calm down. After he gets it out he starts laughing --> He's ready to be Don Momotarou.

Tarou needs to "flip on" his Don character when he goes into fighting because it makes having to fight a possibility for him. He's changing the script from "battle" to "play/game".

Un-transformed he says "I don't hit people" and this is true.

But transformed he does; like in this Haruka example listed by Hebi anon. He does (hit people) because he has to and this helps him cope with that.

Now, so why did he hit Haruka / attack his comrades? >:)

Quote: (Uniquely Human)

Seeking to eliminate behavior without fully understanding its purpose is not only unhelpful; it also shows a lack of respect for the individual. Worse, it can make life more difficult for the person with autism. That was the case for Lucy, an eleven-year-old. Her public school teachers had reported that Lucy, who did not speak, was an extremely aggressive child, prone to unpredictably lunging and clawing at the faces and necks of teachers and therapists. When I spent a morning observing her in my role advising the district, the problem became clear. Much of the work the educators and therapists were doing with Lucy consisted of matching exercises; they repeatedly asked her to match pictures and images on cards or to point to pictures on command.

I quickly deduced why Lucy appeared to be springing at her teachers. In the midst of the activity, the assistant abruptly changed course. She stopped showing pictures and instead wrote Lucy’s name on a card, placed it in a row with other cards, and asked the girl to identify it. Almost immediately Lucy dove toward the young woman, trying to pull on her blouse in protest.

Why?

The therapist had shifted the pattern, changing the rules without warning.

When a highly anxious child craves routine to understand the world, it’s no wonder a sudden change throws her off. To test my theory, later that day I watched Lucy stroll with a teacher along a familiar school hallway. Then I suggested that the teacher alter the route from the usual routine. When she did, Lucy, suddenly upset, again lunged and grabbed at the teacher’s neck and blouse just as she had before.

It was clear that the grabbing wasn’t aggressive behavior; it was a plea for support at a moment of extreme confusion. Lucy didn’t intend harm. She was confounded during a familiar activity; she had become more anxious and dysregulated, approaching a state of panic.

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So Momoi didn't intend on harming Haruka here, but because he spent the entire episode ill and vulnerable, what was routine had been changed. He did this as "a plea of support at a moment of extreme confusion." Basically, the power dynamics in their "play" shifted. He had been relying on Haruka (when he usually doesn't rely on anyone, mostly always in control of the battle) and by throwing her he's doing it to show thanks.

"I am able to be myself again. You helped me go back to being a hero." (Play his role)

Haruka had shifted the pattern, changing the rules. Likewise, when they went to defeat the monster in episode 3 and FAILED -- she swears fealty and he responds by kicking her and then attacking his teammates (LOL). This is because Sononi disrupted the pattern (defeat monster, save person). She interrupted the routine and killed the monster/human and Momoi didn't know how to regulate himself. Therefore he chose to attack his teammates.

Esp because he only attacked Haruka AFTER she swore fealty, so basically, she was saying "yeah I'll be ur helpful sidekick" and at that moment Momoi needed help getting rid of his anxiety/aggression/confusion at the routine being disrupted and a person being killed.

In episode 7 they ask him "yo, if we're ur companions why did u attack us?" And Momoi said it was to train them so 'they wouldn't hold him back'

For me, I think what Tarou's really trying to communicate, is that he attacks them because HE sees it as a way to protect his friends from being harmed. The first time he ever attacked them was in the episode where his routine was interrupted and they failed to save someone. I don't doubt this made Momoi upset, and anxious. He doesn't want his friends to die like that monster did and he doesn't want more monsters to die (in general) therefore --> attacking his teammates = training = they can protect themselves and save monsters ergo his routine won't get interrupted and they won't be "holding him back"

"Holding him back" can also metaphorically mean emotionally. Like instead of holding him back cuz they're weak, it's more they're holding him back because if he's busy being worried/anxious about them he won't be able to focus on the battle.

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Another book I read for research "The Reason I Jump: The inner-voice of a 13-yr-old Boy With Autism"

(Notably, the boy who wrote/answered the questions asked in the book was 13 at the time, and also he's Japanese as well, so I’d say it’s culturally relevant. I knew it would be nice to have varied voices/sources. So I included this.)

"Sometimes, people with autism speak with a strange intonation, or use language in a different way. Non-autistic people can sort out what they want to say in real- time, while they’re having their conversation. But in our case, the words we want to say and the words we can say don’t always match that well. Which is why our speech can sound a bit odd, I guess. When there’s a gap between what I’m thinking and what I’m saying, it’s because the words coming out of my mouth are the only ones I can access at that time. These words are either available because I’m always using them or because they left a lasting impression on me at some point in the past. ."

Now this next quote I'm putting down is because it directly reminded me of Haruka, Haiku, and Momoi's episode 4 Cafe conversation. The scene starts with Haruka and Haiku bombarding Momoi with questions.

"You normal people, you talk at an incredible speed. Between thinking something in your head and saying it takes you just a split second. To us, that’s like magic! So is there something wrong with the circuitry in our brains? Life’s been tough for people with autism, pretty much for ever, yet nobody’s really been able to identify the causes of autism. For sure, it takes us ages to respond to what the other person has just said. The reason we need so much time isn’t necessarily because we haven’t understood, but because by the time it’s our turn to speak, the reply we wanted to make has often upped and vanished from our heads.

“I don’t know if this is making a whole lot of sense to you. Once our reply has disappeared, we can never get it back again. What did he say again? How was I going to answer her question? ... Search me! And all the while, we’re being bombarded by yet more questions. I end up thinking, this is just hopeless. It’s as if I’m drowning in a flood of words."

Momoi's reaction and response here now make a lot more sense, right? You can actually visibly see how Momoi is taken aback by all their questions. He looks uncomfortable. Unsure.

Vulnerable.

He isn't condemning them or mocking them and saying "just do what you're supposed to do, why are you asking questions." He genuinely doesn't know and he's anxious from all the questions they spring upon him. He doesn't even know how to answer the first one and he's drowning in all their words.

Like, is it really a wonder he stood up, turned AWAY from them (not looking at them) and instead went and sat at a counter before asking his question?

And what he asked was if it was really necessary to know the reason for everything. Now, consider this, what if this is another echo of things he's heard? Perhaps how Jin has responded to his questions before?

He's anxious and stressed from their questions, it wouldn't be surprising if he fell back on a response he's heard before.

.....

This below quote reminded me of the end of episode 4 when Momoi's job is essentially finished and so he stops showing up to the Oni-giri shop/the consultant work place. AND the added cut to him being alone by the pier.

"‘Ah, don’t worry about him – he’d rather be on his own.’ How many times have we heard this? I can’t believe that anyone born as a human being really wants to be left all on their own, not really. No, for people with autism, what we’re anxious about is that we’re causing trouble for the rest of you, or even getting on your nerves. This is why it’s hard for us to stay around other people. This is why we often end up being left on our own.

The truth is, we’d love to be with other people. But because things never, ever go right, we end up getting used to being alone, without even noticing this is happening. Whenever I overhear someone remark how much I prefer being on my own, it makes me feel desperately lonely. It’s as if they’re deliberately giving me the cold-shoulder treatment."

(Honestly this BREAKS my fkin heart. Because this is so obvious in that lonely pier shot of his. Just the contrast of the people celebrating at the Onigiri shop, and Momoi all alone, staring off into the distance at the deep waters in front of him.)

To me -- at this point, it's painfully obvious that Momoi is on the spectrum. (IMO. He’s at least exhibiting a lot of traits / is coded that way) I know you (Hebi anon) said you had trouble with his behavior or the things he says, but when you look at it through this lens it all starts to connect.

First, I need to say, Momoi isn't doing ANY of this maliciously. Even his attacks on Haruka. If you're like "that doesn't make any sense" -- well, exactly. Because we aren't looking at it from Momoi’s context. When you ask "WHY" and examine his actions and the context it's in, it puts things into perspective.

(Uniquely human quote:)

That’s a common theme in the children with whom I have worked. Animated movies of all kinds hold a particular fascination for children on the autism spectrum, capturing their attention like almost nothing else. Why?

Many children find the predictability and consistency of animated characters (as well as the music) comforting, a welcome contrast to the unpredictable nature of real people in everyday situations. In Monsters, Inc. or Madagascar, the characters’ vocal, facial, and body language is exaggerated, making emotions easier to decipher for such children. People with autism also find the clear delineation of good and evil characters an appealing alternative to the more nuanced gray areas they encounter in real life. And repetitive viewings engender a reassuring sense of familiarity and mastery.

--> This is why Don Momotarou is so....animated and exaggerated.

And for why he laughs, or repeats phrases? Like the "It's a festival!" Phrase? It's delayed echolalia, or scripting.

Echolalia is something that can be seen as a one commonality for a good handful of people on the spectrum. Essentially they're echoing the words / phrases of things that they hear. And this can be for MULTIPLE reasons.

(1) Because they like saying the phrase and it gives them comfort.

(2) To ask a question

(3) As a self-soothing ritual or coping mechanism to help them with their situation.

etc. etc. etc.

To share an example….yes from Uniquely Human 🤪:

“One day we had the children create an art project with paints, but instead of paint brushes, they used pieces of sponge. Afterward David discovered bits of the cut-up sponge on the floor of the classroom. Just as he had with the fuzz balls, he began picking them up one at a time, closely examining each as he rubbed it between his fingers, savoring the texture. “That’s a piece of sponge,” I said. “That’s a piece of sponge,” he echoed. “That’s a piece of sponge, sponge, sponge!” Again I could see the joy he derived from the combination of the feeling of the material and the sound of the words coming out of his mouth. As he clutched the bits of sponge in his cupped hands and looked at the others on the floor, he began to dance around the room on tiptoes. “That’s a piece of sponge, sponge, sponge!” he kept saying. “That’s a piece of sponge!” The real revelation came the next day. By then the classroom had been cleaned. We had cleared away the art project and someone had straightened up and vacuumed away all the debris. When David arrived in the classroom, though, he returned to exactly the spot in the room where a day earlier he had come upon the sponge bits. I watched as he repeated his dance, shifting his gaze to me and saying, “That’s a piece of sponge, sponge, sponge! That’s a piece of sponge!”

Consider this:

What if a visitor had happened into the classroom that day to observe the children? Imagine such a person watching this little boy coming into the room, full of energy, and then performing a little dance and babbling on about a sponge. The visitor might easily have dismissed the behavior as absurd. Or silly. Or random. The visitor might have questioned David’s grip on reality—or at least his understanding of the word sponge.

But if you had been in the room the previous day, if you had shared the conversation with David that I did, if you knew about his enthusiasm for new textures, then you would have understood exactly what was going on. This little boy was recounting his experience of the previous day—not only the facts of the experience (the materials used in the art project) but, more important, his own feelings of excitement about it.

He was telling a story."

(end quote example.)

So what story is Momoi telling? Well, I'd like to examine that scene in episode 4 -- the flashback to Momoi's past.

When he sees those protestors he says to Jin:

"Its a fun festival!'

Now, I'm beginning to realize he didn't say that just because he thought that was what it was. He's echoing something he probably heard Jin or someone else say -- the time they went to a festival. More than that he's probably asking a question: It's a fun festival, Jin! -->Look at all the people gathered! Why are they gathered? Are they celebrating? What's going on?

He's asking a question, through delayed echolalia as well as making an observation.

Here's another example (from Uniquely Human, I really recommend reading it LOL) :

"Often children use echoes to tell us what they’re thinking, but rarely in ways that are immediately obvious. The father of Kyle, a young boy with autism, once invited me to join the two of them on a sailboat in Narragansett Bay, Rhode Island. In the middle of a lovely afternoon, we were anchoring in a little cove when the boy began running up and down the deck as he anxiously leaned over to peer into the water. “No dogs! Dogs bite!” he kept saying with increasing urgency, looking back at his dad. “No dogs! Dogs bite!” No dogs? We were out on the water, with no other boats nearby—no people, no animals. Just waves and wind. What could he have been talking about?

His father knew exactly what he meant. “He’s asking if he can go swimming.” I asked the father to explain.

He told me that Kyle had a fear of dogs. When he felt anxious about his safety, that was how he expressed it: “No dogs! Dogs bite!” Now he wanted to go swimming in the shallow cove, but he wasn’t sure whether this was a safe place, so he was asking. With that phrase he accomplished three things: he expressed his fear, requested permission from his dad, and made sure it was safe. And when his father responded “It’s okay, it’s safe! No dogs!,” Kyle jumped in with great glee."

This example.....is so good. Now some of what Tarou says or does makes a lot more sense.

When he goes into battle he scripts it as "a fun festival" because he's using an echo of a fun experience from his childhood, an experience that obv left a lasting impression. One that can comfort him, or that he can use to cope with being thrown randomly into battles and fighting.

It's not so scary if he's a hero, right? Like the ones in his fairytales. Because heroes ALWAYS beat the bad guys.

Even more than that -- he can deal with it if its a game or contest or festival. "This isn't a scary life-or-death experience. This is a fun game!" This is how Momoi copes.

Now, onto Momoi and his thing with mistakes/weaknesses:

(Taken from An Autistic Japanese 13 yr old's own account)

“When I see I’ve made a mistake, my mind shuts down. I cry, I scream, I make a huge fuss, and I just can’t think straight about anything any more. However tiny the mistake, for me it’s a massive deal, as if Heaven and Earth have been turned upside down. For example, when I pour water into a glass, I can’t stand it if I spill even a drop.

It must be hard for you to understand why this could make me so unhappy. And even to me, I know really that it’s not such a big deal. But it’s almost impossible for me to keep my emotions contained. Once I’ve made a mistake, the fact of it starts rushing towards me like a tsunami. And then, like trees or houses being destroyed by the tsunami, I get destroyed by the shock. I get swallowed up in the moment, and can’t tell the right response from the wrong response. All I know is that I have to get out of the situation as soon as I can, so I don’t drown. To get away, I’ll do anything. Crying, screaming and throwing things, hitting out even…

Finally, finally, I’ll calm down and come back to myself. Then I see no sign of the tsunami attack – only the wreckage I’ve made. And when I see that, I hate myself. I just hate myself."

Ok. I'll end my essay here.

I just want to say, Momoi's action make sense if you look at it from his context with a lens of what people who are autistic / on the spectrum are like. Sorry for such a long response man :x,

#hebi anon 🫡🤝💋#I...honestly I don't know if you'll get anything out of this LOL #anyways I think its real easy to judge Momoi esp cause #he's good at a lot of things and kinda stoic #But believe me homie he really REALLY needs help for social things #my thougts #avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers liveblog #donbrothers #donbrothers analysis #donbrothers meta #9 peach falls #before harvesting season #who let delivery boy bring a parade float to a gun fight #sentaisouped #asks #momoi tarou

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blackrosesfanfic · 4 years ago

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Chapter 239

Next morning

Trey

I roll over staring at Caden. Why is he in this bed with me? He rolls his naked butt over trying to get a better look at me. I smile. He had smiled once he saw that it was me. I don't know where my mind went but it wasn't right. My son's couldn't ever do without me. They look for me. Wait for me. Get excited to see me.

"Son?" I say grabbing Caden.

"Yes."

I chuckle. "Morning Lane."

He hits the bottom of the bed. "I go see Rose tomorrow."

"You are?"

"Yeah, Mommy take me to see Grandma Rose. Her is."

I smile. He lying. Cammie didn't say that. Lane cuts his eyes towards the bathroom then he drops down out of sight. I lean up looking over the bed at what he is doing. He just had a bunch of cards on the floor. Nothing else.

"Daylan." Cammie snaps.

"I don't know, Mommy."

She sucks her teeth. "What did I say?"

"I don't know." He repeats.

"Pippi?" Lonnie says tapping on the door. "Got you an outfit. Put it on and meet me on the beach. See if you still got it."

He hangs a Walmart bag on the doorknob then he closes the door without hearing an answer. Lane runs to the door grabbing the bag. He digs through the bag.

"My toy?" He whines. "Papa? My toy?"

"Lane!"

He throws the bag behind him going out of the door crying. That's between him and whoever said his name out there. Little bratty butt boy. I glance down at Caden he was sleeping hard. I lay him down by my legs. His eyes pop open and look directly at me. He pouts. I pick him back up.

"Tremaine?"

"Jayla, Baby."

She smacks the bag picking it up. "Do I act like my son? Why does he act like that?"

I chuckle. "Baby, why you mad at the bag?"

"Workout clothes?" She snaps. "He just assume I..."

"Mommy, shoes." Lane says coming in the room acting like they heavy. "Papa said put you shoes on. Now."

Cammie storms out without saying anything. Lane goes about his business. Whatever business that might be. He obviously not upset so he got what he wanted. I lean back cuddling Caden. Let them run about doing stuff. Me and Caden gonna sleep.

"Daddy open." Lane says now at the bed.

"Lane, I told you I would open it." Cammie says nicely from across the room.

"Daddy open it." Lane says pushing something closer to me.

I sit up leaving Caden in the bed. He stays sleep.

"Lane, I love you." Cammie says.

"Love you, Mommy." He says then runs over to her. "Come give you kisses?"

She sucks her teeth. "I thought you said you didn't know what I said, Daylan. You knew what I said all along. Why you acting like that?"

He grabs her neck shoving his face into hers. They just stay like that as I open the mini pancakes in a bag. I feel them. They were warm. I guess he got them from somebody. They had cooked them.

"Jay, Lonnie said stop being a chicken." Rollie says. "Aye, Trey. They cooked breakfast. Fucking Charleston's finest in the kitchen. So she thinks."

Rollie puts a big monster truck down on the floor. I sigh. We left that shit in Georgia for a damn reason. Why the fuck they go and buy him a new monster truck? It turns him into a monster. Loud and energetic. He let's go of Cammie spinning around happy.

"My truck." He sings.

"Rollie." Cammie whines.

Rollie shrugs. "Debra, yo mama, ordered it offline cause Lane said he lost it at the other house. He said real house I think."

"Spoiled by the other family too?" I laugh as both Cammie and Lane leave out. Cammie is going to her mother to fuss about that truck.

"And you seen Cammie?"

I laugh. "Aye, she asked me if Lane acts like her like she wants me to kill myself."

"Pause." Rollie says stepping in the room. "You not thinking..."

"Man, fuck you. Make a joke out of everything."

Rollie shrugs. "If you need to talk about your feelings."

"Let's talk about you growing up in that family getting everything you want and getting bullied for making all A's in school until you..."

"What you say, Mama?" He says walking out the room.

I laugh then lay down with Caden. I don't know my wife's family like I thought. I might not know my damn wife like I thought. She hid her family and now it seems like for no reason. Nothing is like she said it was or I assumed. I never cared about who raised her and who she wanted to impress.

"Caden?" I say looking at him as he kicks me. He stops staring at me then he start kicking me again. "You know your name?"

"Daddy." Lane says at the door. "You eat your food?"

I pick Caden up. "I'm coming."

"Thank you, sir." JJ giggles from the hallway. "Lane, that you truck? Lane?"

"JJ!" Lane yells. "Go get you... JJ come here."

I step into the hall. Lane is sitting on the truck. JJ was running down the hall. Lane gets up running after him. He grabs JJ as JJ stops and slams into him. They both fall out on the floor.

"Lane!" JJ snaps getting up. "Ouch. I telling."

"No." Lane cries.

JJ helps Lane up. "Okay. Okay. I not tell. You sorry?"

"Grandma got you truck."

"For me?"

Lane runs towards Debra's room. Please don't have two trucks. I walk into her room behind the boys. She had two more boxes opening them. This lady had 3 fucking monster trucks. I shake my head walking out. Cammie must not have seen that. They about to tear this house up with those trucks.

Cammie

"So I feel bad about how I acted." Amber says as I walk pass her. "I don't think you should leave cause of... sorry."

I fold my arms across my chest. "Nobody worried about you and your bratty ass."

"Me bratty, Camilla? Okay."

"Eww." I say walking out of the house onto the patio.

"Good morning." Lonnie says.

I cross my arms. "I run on the beach all the time."

"I run in heels all the time."

"And you look ridiculous." I say walking away.

"Rollie?" Lonnie says surprised. "Good morning."

I turn around looking to see where Rollie was. He was standing on the other side of the pool with Jordan. Rollie looks at Lonnie then he looks at me. I smile at him. He nods his head up towards the sky.

"Sup?" Rollie says.

"Jordan?" Lonnie says once again surprised. "Morning, Doll."

"Good morning, Pop." She says sad. "I lost my favorite shoes."

Lonnie nods. "Maybe Lane has seen them. He is a jokester. A very clever one."

Jordan jumps over the chair she was near. "I bet you Lane has them."

"It's always difficult to talk about personal issues with people who should already know how you feel." Lonnie says then he starts walking towards the beach. "How long has it been?"

"Since?"

He smirks. "Since I beat your ass and ran longer than you?"

I laugh. "Lame. Never."

He starts jogging down the beach. I don't remember the last time that we went running. Last time we ran I was about to start my sophomore year in college. We used to go on daily runs during the summer. We started a year after he married my mother. Lonnie has always just been there. Never trying to be my father just always trying to help me through whatever I was going through. He became my dance couch even though he couldn't tap his finger on beat. He carried my equipment and shined my boats when I was on the marching band. He cheered for me even after cursing my coach out for making us wear hooker clothes and doing slutty dances. I stop running. He throws his hands up in the air.

"Less than a mile!" He cheers.

"I got Mommy issues." I say crossing my arms to hold my breasts.

He continues to do a two step. "Hell yeah for karma. Getting old and responsibilities."

"Shut up." I say turning back to the house.

"What happened?" He asks coming up as I start to cry.

He hugs me. "Too harsh? We softened up too?"

"No Lame-o." I cry. "Get off of me."

"Can't talk?"

"I was thinking about life and everything that... How could he be so stupid Lonnie? I would do anything to stop my son from feeling like I did. I went as far as keeping his father from him cause I didn't want him to feel like I felt. How could he selfishly set out to make my son feel like that? Just so stupid."

Lonnie rubs my shoulder. "Men are weak baby. Women hype us up. Give us more credit and responsibility than we are capable of. He is stupid for misjudging his ability. But you can't blame him for being human. We not perfect. That's why we need God."

"We really talking about church right now?"

"When the last time you been as a family? I am inviting you to church cause that's your answer. God. No man is going to fix your problem. You need God. Your husband needs forgiveness that only God can give him. Being so weak. You can only fix a wound temporarily but it takes God to heal a wound that deep."

I suck my teeth. "Should I say Amen? Choir?"

He chuckles hitting my arms. "Stop being a faggot. Let's run another mile."

"Did you call me a faggot?" I yell.

"A queer? Maybe I need to pray."

"You do. You cant say those words like that." I snap walking back to the house. "I can't do this. I didn't pump first. You go pray."

He claps his hands behind me. "With your husband?"

I glance back at him. "He is a religious person, Lame. Maybe he will pray with you."

"I will invite myself to talk with him about his problems. Instruct him on a plan to get back in church. Give him a prayer."

"You do that Frank." I shrug.

He catches up with me. "I'm really here because I heard about what happened a few years ago. I mean I heard about your husband last night. It seems like a lot to dump on a person but we have to talk about it. I suggest..."

"I pray?"

"No. Give me the names." He says like duh.

I shake my head. "No."

"Because your husband is famous?"

"Because they are famous." I say low. "It's too much. They have lawyers and public reps that make sure stuff like that stays hidden. No."

He puts his hands on his hips. "They don't know me."

"I said no."

"I'll do it my way, Pippi. So you don't want my prayer?"

"Be my husband's preacher. You creepy."

He laughs unnecessarily hard. "Lane told me to shut up with my long prayer."

"When did my baby say that?"

"I was on the phone with a member of the church praying for her father this morning. He said Pop, don't take a long time. Be quiet."

I roll my eyes and start walking. "Y'all let my baby say whatever his grown self wants. He is 2. That was disrespectful."

"I supposed to do what to him for expressing himself? He didn't want to hear my prayer about being sick."

"Like you beat your daughter. Pop why is she in Georgia not raising her daughter? Her bad daughter at that?"

He sucks his teeth. "I gave her to God."

"God the one gave her to you. No take backs. She your daughter. She needs to raise her child herself. When I finish with this dancing show I'm going to get that little girl and straighten her butt out. Nobody act like they can handle her."

"Congratulations on that. I saw your commercial and I recorded. Played it for the church. We going to have a night dedicated to your show. Make revival short."

I roll my eyes. "Don't make God mad at me."

"He gone be mad cause Imma be praying while watching."

"You really, Lame."

He giggles like I gave him a compliment. I keep walking towards the house.

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helloalycia · 6 years ago

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fake dating [two] // brie larson

summary: after your mum invited you and your new girlfriend to dinner, things get a little heated, to say the least.

warning/s: none.

author's note: hope this gives you a bit more of an idea into your mum's personality! And I'm glad y'all are liking it! I'll post the next bit tomorrow :)

"Y/N, it'll be fine, you're just stressing unnecessarily," Brie tried to reassure me as she was driving to my mum's the following evening.

I chewed on the inside of my mouth, glancing at Brie. She looked lovely tonight and I appreciated her dressing up especially for this meal with my mum and Isaac. She had an easygoing smile on her lips, as if nothing could ruin tonight. I envied her optimism.

"What if she asks us something that throws us off?"

I did ask if you wanted to practice running through some questions beforehand," Brie pointed out, a hint of amusement in her voice.

I scoffed. "Practice? We're best friends, Brie. I know everything about you and vice versa. We'll be fine."

Brie laughed. "Then relax. We're here now anyway, so take a deep breath and c- woah."

I followed her gaze and saw she was taken aback by the size of my mum's house. I sighed quietly, knowing it was huge. It wasn't the house I had grown up in - that was a little smaller, but still mansion-like - but this was a new one of my mum's. One of her three mansions in America. The other two were 'holiday homes', as if one house wasn't enough.

"Remind me again why you never told me you were filthy rich?" Brie asked, as she admired the mansion she was now parking in front of.

"Because my mum sees me as a failure since I refused to follow in her footsteps as a lawyer?" I reminded her, a hint of annoyance in my voice. I wasn't annoyed with Brie, just being back at my mum's house.

Brie parked up and took a deep breath. I raised an eyebrow.

"Thought you weren't nervous?"

She gave me a small smile. "That was before I saw the size of the house."

I rested a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently, offering a smile. "You've been telling me this whole car ride that we'll be fine, so we will be. Let's just go in and get this over and done with, yeah?"

She nodded, breathing out slowly. "Yeah."

I grinned, letting go of her shoulder. "Awesome! Now pretend you love me and let's go make my mum not hate me anymore!"

Brie and I went to the door with our gifts - flowers and chocolates - and knocked. Brie nudged me in the shoulder gently and I looked to her, only to feel at ease when she smiled at me. Almost three years into our friendship and she always knew how to make me feel better.

The door opened and some sort of butler opened it, his eyes boring into us both.

"Hi, er, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, here to see my mum and Isaac?" I spoke, stupidly unsure of myself because of his detached expression.

He blinked, looking between us both, before motioning for us to follow him. Brie and I stepped inside as he shut the door.

"They have a butler," Brie mumbled in my ear, with disbelief.

"Yup."

We both followed the butler down the vast entrance, Brie taking it all in from beside me. I would have smiled at how cute she looked, looking around like a kid in a candy store, but I was too busy fretting about how this evening would go down.

"Miss, Y/L/N, your daughter and her girlfriend are here," the butler finally spoke as we entered the living-area. My mum and Isaac were sat beside one another, chatting. When they saw us, they both stood up, smiles on their faces.

"Girls, lovely to see you both again," my mum said, glancing at her watch. "And not a minute late. Wonderful."

I gave a small smile. "You, too, mum. We got you some chocolates and flowers. I thought I'd give you your wedding gift next week, and we didn't want to show up empty-handed now, so yeah."

I held out the gifts, but my mum merely glanced at the butler, who took them from my hands and left the room. I cocked my head to Brie, giving her a 'help me' look, to which she cleared her throat and looked to my mum with a smile.

"Thank you for inviting us, Y/M/N," she said, stepping forward to put out her hand. "And you must be Isaac! It's a pleasure, sir."

They both shook Brie's hand before she stepped back beside me, nudging me a little. I moved forward and shook their hands, too.

"Come here, Y/N," Isaac said with a grin, pulling me into a hug. "You don't come round nearly as much as I'd like. How are you?"

I smiled genuinely. I liked Isaac. He always made an effort and I could see he cared about my mum and I. Though, I never understood how he and my mum didn't clash.

"I'm good," I said, taking a seat opposite him and my mum. Brie sat beside me as I continued. "And you? I must congratulate you both, again. I'm really happy for you."

Another butler, different from the last, walked in, setting two cups of tea in front of us on the coffee table. Sugar, milk and biscuits were all there and I immediately helped myself.

Isaac looked to my mum with lovesick eyes before wrapping an arm around her waist. "Thank you, Y/N. Enough about us though. Ever since your mother told me about you having a girlfriend yesterday, I couldn't wait for tonight!" His eyes went to Brie. "Such a pleasure to meet you, Brie."

I watched both Isaac and my mum as they seemed genuinely excited for me. Isaac always was to be fair, but my mum rarely cared enough about my life, so to see her glancing at me with pride in her eyes made me feel, well, noticed.

"...I'm an actress," I tuned back in to see Brie explaining to them both. "I'm currently training for this new film called Captain Marvel."

"An actress? Wow!" my mum said, an impressed smile on her face. She glanced at me before saying, "I didn't think Y/N would ever end up with someone that successful!"

I closed my eyes, internalising my annoyance. Of course. I opened my eyes again when I felt Brie's hand in mine, squeezing it gently. I glanced at her, but she was forcing a small smile in my mum's direction.

"Y/N is just as successful, Y/M/N," she said.

My mum didn't even recognise the hint of sass in Brie's voice nor the fake smile on her lips, instead laughing as she looked at me, then to Brie again.

"So, what films might I have seen you in, Brie, dear? Anything big?" she asked, completely dismissing Brie's previous comment. Isaac looked uncomfortable beside my mum, but said nothing.

Brie clenched her jaw and I knew words were going to spill from her mouth in defence of me, but I couldn't let her do that and ruin this, so I interrupted instead.

"Nothing you've heard of mum," I said, earning my mum's attention. "Not your taste of films."

My mum nodded, sipping her tea. "Very well. Maybe I'll have a look at one of your films, Brie. What's your full name, dear?"

Brie glanced at me, before saying, "Brie Larson in the credits. But my name is actually Brianne Sidonie Desaulniers."

My mum nodded, sipping the last of her tea, before standing up. "Amazing. I'll look you up... So, is everyone finished? Dinner should be ready now."

"Well actually I-"

"Come on, Y/N, hurry," my mum cut me off, before grabbing Isaac's hand and dragging him to the dining room.

I pursed my lips and put my half full cup of tea on the coffee table.

"Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?" Brie asked, turning to face my way with a concerned expression on her face. "I hate to say this, but your mum is-"

"Rude, big-headed and judgemental?" I filled in for her.

"Well, yeah," Brie agreed, her voice low. "I don't like how she speaks to you. Why would you want to pretend to have me as a girlfriend to impress someone who treats you horribly?"

I stood up, shrugging. "She's my mum, Brie..."

"Who is proud of you for something that isn't true," she pointed out, standing up beside me. "You know I'll help you out with this, Y/N, but as your friend, I think you should just stand up to your mum and tell her the truth. If she doesn't love you for what you've got, what's the point?"

I sighed, meeting Brie's eyes. They were a warm brown colour, with flecks of gold shining through and reminding me who I was. I wasn't a liar. Even for my mum's approval. She was right.

"Okay, come on," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the dining room. I saw Isaac and my mum taking a seat beside each other and had no choice but to sit opposite them with Brie.

"We're having salmon," my mum said as the waiters brought out the food. "I hope that's okay."

"It's fine, thank you," Brie said with a smile, before looking to me with a 'tell her' look.

I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking to my mum. "Mum, I need to tell you something. About Brie and I."

My mum nodded, though I could see she wasn't really listening as she watched the waiters put food on her plate.

"I thought, well... you assumed Brie and I were together because of the photo at our flat," I began, and my mum glanced at me, "but you didn't listen to me. I was trying to tell you that–"

"Where is this going, Y/N?" my mum asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let her speak, dear," Isaac said, giving her a knowing look.

"I am, but she's taking her time getting her words out," my mum replied, before staring at me. "What is it? Are you breaking up? Are you cheating on her? Are you even together?"

I widened my eyes, a little hurt that she'd think I would do that, specifically the cheating thing.

"I wouldn't be surprised, I mean, she's an actress," my mum continued, as if each word wasn't a punch to the gut. "It's a little far fetched that you'd be with someone like Brie."

"Y/M/N, you should stop there," Isaac said sternly, before glancing at me apologetically.

"You really think I'm that much of a failure that I couldn't be with someone like Brie?" I asked with disbelief. "That's how little you think of me, mum?"

"Y/N–"

"Why is it so hard to believe I could have a girlfriend like her?" I questioned her, growing angry. "Because she's beautiful? Talented? Successful? Everything I'm not?"

"Y/N, you're making a scene," my mum said, glaring at me. "This shouldn't be a discussion."

"But it is," I said, the words flying from my mouth. "I'm here, telling you I have a girlfriend, and you're still doubting me! Well, guess what, mum, she is my girlfriend whether you believe it or not."

I could feel Brie's eyes on me and I wasn't really sure why I'd said that. Anger? Annoyance? I was fed up, that was for sure. With my mum thinking so little of me. I was going to prove to her that I could have someone like Brie, even if it wasn't real, technically.

"Then what did you want to tell me, Y/N?" my mum asked, raising her eyebrows. "I know you're with Brie. You've obviously proven me wrong. So, what else is there to say?"

I clenched my jaw. "Nothing. Let's just eat..."

She nodded and dug into her food. Isaac looked out of place as he did the same. I glanced at Brie, who's expression I couldn't exactly read.

"So, erm, is the food okay, girls?" Isaac asked, trying to make conversation.

I picked at my plate.

"Delicious, thank you," Brie spoke up, sensing I wouldn't.

"You know, you never told me how you both met," Isaac continued, and I glanced up at him to see an apologetic smile on his lips, as if he were trying to make up for what my mum had said.

I appreciated his gesture and couldn't help but give him a small smile in return.

"We met just over two years ago," I said, glancing at Brie, who smiled encouragingly my way. "Brie was looking for a flat and I was looking for a flatmate."

"I came over to check out the flat and I met Y/N then," Brie added, a genuine smile on her lips. "She was lovely. She showed me the flat, making jokes about everything. Gosh, I'd never laughed so hard at a flat viewing."

I chuckled, looking at her. "You thought I was funny?"

She nodded, meeting my eyes. "Why did you think I had to step outside for a moment? I was crying with laughter."

"I thought I'd freaked you out," I said honestly, a grin on my lips and any annoyance towards my mum momentarily forgotten. "It worked out though."

"I ended up moving in with her, obviously," Brie finished, looking to Isaac, and my mum who was studying us both curiously.

"And then you asked her out?" Isaac guessed with an amused smile.

I forgot about that bit, so nodded, going along with it. "Yeah, sure. Brie asked me out and I said yeah."

I glanced at Brie and saw her smiling to herself. When her eyes met mine, I saw a sparkle of disappointment in her eyes. I wondered what was up, but Isaac spoke again, so I couldn't give it much thought.

"So, you've been dating for almost three years then?"

I hesitated. "Er, yeah, that's what I said, isn't it?"

Isaac chuckled, though looked at me with a questioning glance.

"Three years in a relationship and you never once mentioned it to me," my mum spoke, not looking away from her plate. "Lovely, Y/N."

"You only ever talk about yourself when you call me," I retorted, my grip tightening on my fork. "Maybe I never got the chance to mention it."

My mum finally looked up, her eyes narrowing in my direction.

"What Y/N means to say is that she never found the right moment," Brie said, resting a hand on mine and squeezing it gently. She gave me a pointed look before looking to my mum with an easygoing smile. "She's a private one, as you obviously know. I never pushed her to talk about us to you, but now you know and she's relieved that you do."

"Even though you think I'm incapable..." I mumbled, earning a glare off Brie. I sighed and looked to my mum. "Yeah, what Brie said."

My mum sighed. "Well, it seems you're both in a committed relationship which is all a mother can ask for."

"Exactly," Isaac agreed, sensing the tension that was still present in the air. "Anyway, I'm sure your cousins are excited to see you again, and meet Brie, Y/N!"

I groaned loudly. "Oh, god..."

"Y/N, be nice," my mum warned.

"Cousins?" Brie asked, looking to me with a raised eyebrow.

"My mum's sister's kids," I explained. "Also lawyers and very annoying."

"Y/N!"

"What? It's true!" I said to my mum, before looking back to Brie. "They debate everything."

"So do you, Y/N," my mum argued, an amused smile on her lips. "You would've made a fine lawyer if you'd gone down that route."

"Oh, great, here we go..." I mumbled, paying attention to my food because I knew she'd started up on another never-ending rant about my career choice.

"Y/N would have excelled as a lawyer," my mum spoke regretfully. You'd think I was a drug dealer with the way she was talking about me. "She has the brain and I have the money and connections. It was all set up for her, to go to law school, but of course she chose differently."

"Doing something she loves, though, Y/M/N," Isaac inputted, which I appreciated.

"Thanks," I said, nodding his way.

"She would have loved law, too," my mum kept on going. "She could still help people and do something for society, like she wants to."

Brie bit her lip and looked at me, unsure what to say. I shook my head, hoping she knew I wasn't expecting her to say anything. This was way too much to throw out there on a first parent-partner meeting, fake or not.

"...like you, Brie. Did you always know you wanted to be an actress?" my mum asked her.

Brie finished sipping her water, biding her time probably, before saying, "Yes, actually. My parents were really supportive of it, thankfully."

"That must be nice," I commented with an urge to laugh, making Brie stifle a smile. My mum merely rolled her eyes.

"It worked out though, despite the tough times," Brie continued, trying not to laugh.

"And this Captain Marvel film, you said you were preparing for it," my mum said, "what does that consist of?"

Brie nodded. "Yeah, so it's a superhero film, so I'm training at the gym. I've got a personal trainer."

"If only Y/N would go to the gym once in a while," my mum said, making me roll my eyes.

"Thanks, mum," I said, before looking to Brie. "You were saying?"

She pursed her lips, suppressing a smile. "That's it really. We start filming at the end of the year, so I'm just focusing on my workout at the moment. It's strenuous, but it's paying off."

"You're definitely in great shape," my mum complimented her, making Brie do that scrunchy shy smile she had. My mum glanced at me, adding, "Unlike some people."

That's pretty much how the rest of the evening went – my mum loving Brie, making fun of me and Isaac trying to be a peacemaker. I was glad when it was over.

"I can't wait to see you girls next week," Isaac said at the doorway, a smile on his lips. "It was lovely meeting you, Brie. Thank you for making our Y/N happy."

Brie smiled, glancing at me, which gave me goosebumps oddly enough. She had a really pretty smile.

"Anytime, Isaac," she said to him. "Congratulations to both of you again."

"Bye!" Isaac said, waving with my mum.

Brie and I headed to her car and I was glad when she set off.

"That was... interesting," Brie spoke first, smiling with amusement.

"I'm sorry," I said, sighing. "I know I was supposed to tell the truth, but god, my mum gets on my nerves so much. I felt like I had to prove her wrong and before I knew it, I was–"

"Proving her wrong, I saw," Brie finished, now laughing. "It's fine, I get it. No offence, but what your mum said... it wasn't nice. I don't blame you for proving her wrong. You could easily get a, well, a girl like me, I guess."

"Thanks, Brie," I said sincerely, smiling her way. "That means a lot."

"Hey, I'm not finished," she said, glancing at me before looking back to the road. "You were mean, too. To yourself. All that shit you said about me being successful and beautiful and talented? You're all of those things and I can't believe you don't think so."

"Brie, I–"

"No," she cut me off, frowning. "Just because your mum puts you down doesn't mean you have to, too. I'm not faking this if you're going to keep doing that. Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay. Sorry."

"Don't apologise to me," she said, her voice softer now. "Just be nicer to yourself."

I kept quiet, studying Brie. She was concentrating on driving, her lips pursed and her eyes staring out ahead. A whole evening spent with my mum and she still looked as good as new. Beautiful and anyone would agree.

"You're a better fake girlfriend than some of the real girlfriends I've had," I admitted, chuckling.

Brie shook her head, smiling a little. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't go insane."

"Well I'm lucky it's you," I said gratefully, moving forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks."

She didn't reply, so I got comfortable and looked out the window, wondering what next week would bring.

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sweetpeachjones · 6 years ago

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YMUB pt. 7

Episode 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6

A/N: Thank you for putting up with me

For my anon n @pupyluv247 xoxoxo

"Ugh, why is it so damn hot in Oakland?" You lie in your silk sheets tossing and turning desperately trying to find some comfort. It wasn't the temperature that had you going crazy like, your hormones were raging. It has been 3 weeks since you moved out and got your own place. Three weeks since you and Erik spoke. He would call and you ignored his calls you ended up changing your number altogether. He would come by the office and your secretary would block him. If he got belligerent security was called and he would leave but Erik was persistent and it was a matter of time before you had to face him. You decided on taking a cold shower before drifting off to sleep, however, your cell phone was almost begging you to call Erik. He didn't know where you lived and tonight wasn't the time to found out. The glow of the phone irritated you so much that you took the battery out and put it in ur drawer. Only then you were able to get some rest. The next morning after finishing your first appointment, you were waiting for your second when you received a call from the University. "Hello Mrs. Stevens" "Yes" "Oh hello this is Shelia from the Black Excellence committee and I wanted to inform you that you and your husband are going to be nominated with humanitarian of the year award." "Oh wow well I'm honored." "I'm glad you are you guys have done so much work for our city and beyond it's time you have been recognized. So the ceremony is Aug 11 a month from now and I will email you further details okay." "Okay, thanks so much." "No thank you and have a wonderful day." As soon as you hung up your secretary buzzed in about Erik calling. You told your secretary to say you were in a meeting. As your second appointment walked in. At 5 pm you prepared to leave as you walked out the door you smelled some familiar cologne you knew immediately who it was, you reached into your pocket and grabbed hold of your switchblade just in case. You stalking me now." You said flatly and kept walking. You didn't have to look back to know he was following you. "You can't keep ignoring me Y/N" "Wanna bet, what do you want" "You of course" "Oh thought I was unless to you." You turned as you walked in the parking deck Erik quickly follow seeing you walked to an unfamiliar car.

"What's this?, Where's your car?"

"None of your business but I bought this baby as soon as I moved out. I figured you would have some sort of tracker and found out where I am." You fiddled with the keys as you dropped them in water the other day, it has been malfunctioning since then. You pressed the unlock button only to have the car alarm go off. Frustrated u bang the keys on the roof, Erik silently watched you throw a temper tantrum. He calmly grabbed the keys from you pressed on some buttons, silenced the alarm and unlock your car door. He opened the door for you and waited til u got in. You said nothing as u got in and he slammed the door. You wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face as he waited for you to say something. You didn't you just started the car. "Is there something else you need." "Yeah, did u get the call from the school,?" "I did, and?" "Sooo we need to make arrangements to pick up" "No I'll meet you a block from the venue and we will ride up together so no one is suspicious." "Why can't I pick u up" "You seriously need to ask me that question, move out my damn way." You put the car in drive and pulled off unnecessarily hard. He jumped back just in time before you ran over his toes. The night of the ceremony You spent all day with your stylist and glam squad aka your sister and boy cousin and they primped and prepped for tonight evening. You settled on a rose gold evening gown with diamond accessories. Once done you looked like an Aphrodite herself. You had an Uber XL bring you to the designated spot you and Erik agreed upon. Erik was leaning against the car looking up and down the street apprehensively waiting on your vehicle. Once the driver pulled up he open your car door and you stepped out. Erik's jaw dropped as you walked towards him. He was looking extra delicious in his black tux and gold accessories. His gold slugs gleamed at you when his smiled and held out his arms awaited a hug. You hesitated but he wasn't having that as he pulled you in a tight bear hug. You almost melted being in those strong arms and he had the nerve to wear your favorite cologne you bought him. He was making it damn near making possible to have an orgasm off sight and smell alone. His hands were dangerously close to your ass as you pulled away. Any fondling and you would just have to have him. "Erik we have to go" We have time, he said as he leaned in closer to kiss your neck "Uh huh I ain't here for all of that." Girl bring your sexy ass here, grabbing ur waist, we need to get in character. Finally kissing his way on your neck and earlobe. You were minutes from giving in. "Erik", you whispered "Yea baby", he answered as his hands were creeping under ur skirt. If he went any further it would have been game over. "If you don't get your fucking hands from under my skirt, I swear your eyes gonna match your outfit." And with that, you pushed him away. He sucked his teeth, knowing u want it just trying to fight but let you win this round. He Chuckled and said "okay princess off to the ball" holding the car door open. You glared at him for his little smart ass comment as you climb in the vehicle. He still managed to slap your ass HARD. One pulling up to the venue, the site was immaculate, you couldn't wait to get out the car. You almost felt intoxicated breathing the same air as Erik. You needed a drink fast. As you stepped people were calling you to take pics, you felt like a star because this was your nite, well yours and Erik. Y'all pose for several pictures but looking like the happiest couple in the world. If they only knew. Inside were pictures of you two at various points of your humanitarian work. Pictures of y'all with kids from Sudan, Nigeria, South Africa you working alongside women making dinner, pics of Erik building with hospitals and schools with the locals. Relief efforts after earthquakes and flooding both of y'all dirty from hard work but happier as ever. You almost felt nostalgic about how good you felt working and those happy faces of the people you help and the long steamy showers with Erik after a days work. It was too much emotion at once and you couldn't get to the open bar faster. As you made your way to the open bar Erik followed you like a hawk. “What would you like to drink ma'am?” “I'll have a whiskey.” “She will have apple cider” You looked at Erik with a fake smile. “Oh, honey, you are sweet but I got this”, adding venom in your voice. “I'm sure you do buttercup, just pace your self”, also adding base in his voice. The bartender looked confused feeling the conversation was deeper than face value. " I'll have a red wine please" Erik glared at you. "What doctors recommend at least one cup of red wine a day." Someone tapped you on your shoulder and turned to see a group of students that wanted to congratulate you personally. Among the crowd was Davida standing there looking bashful. You saw her and you attitude immediately went sour. Erik look shocked and nervous as he to was surprised she was here. He told her about but didn't think she would show up. You downed your first drink fast. "What the fuck are you doing here?", you whisper angrily. "Look Y/N, I didn't come here to fight or cause drama, I want to make amends with you and whether you like it not we're gonna be family." You stood in silence looking at her like she done lost her damn mind. Erik started to say something but you interrupted him you looked at her stepped closer so she can hear you. "I am not Erik so you can't-fool me. I know that baby is not his and your just looking for a meal ticket, if that's how you eat then fine but I'd be damn you ain't eating off MY plate." And you walked off leaving Erik confused about the conversation and Davida dumbfounded. The ceremony went lovely, you had just the kick in the ass you need to focus on the event and not think boning your sexy yet unfaithful husband. When it was time for you and Erik to accept your awards he spoke first. You kind of zoned out until he mentioned of opening a center for women's empowerment in your name. You were shocked to say the least and was speechless. Everyone clapped and cheered whispering amongst themselves. " Wow, such a beautiful couple. " Oh wish I had a marriage like that" Sadly the only ones who weren't fooled by the hype didn't clapped which was you, Erik, and Davida. You stepped outside to get some fresh air as took a sip of your drink a deep voice stirred you out your thoughts. You look to the sound and almost choked on your drink, It was your old mentor from grad school Ellis Watts. He was 6 years older and you guys had a hot sex fling for while Erik was back home and you were away at school. After all these years he still looked good. “OMG, what are you doing here?” “Well, I was in town and heard you were being honored so here I am.” Y'all embrace for what seemed longer than needed. You realized lots of people was around so you decided to go to this secluded spot in the gazebo in the backyard. "I'm so glad you came to support me, I figured we left things kinda weird." "Well I know you were just homesick and missing your boyfriend. But we did have some great times together., He sighed you it was hard to let you go, I thought about almost every day" "Hmm imagined if I didn't leave, where could we have been." "Are you having some kind of doubts about your marriage, are you happy?" You didn't answer as you tried to fight back tears. You wept silently as Ellis hugged you and let you cry. He rubbed your back to soothe you. You looked up at him as he was at least 5 inches taller than and pecked his lips as a thank you, the kiss got more intense as your arms moved to around his neck. The kiss ended abruptly when you heard a pounding thud and you open your eyes quick enough to see Ellis on the ground holding his jaw. Confused you see Erik in complete rage. He gave Ellis no time to recover as he pounces on him punching him in the face. Somehow Ellis overturned Erik and both were giving and taking blows. STOP IT, PLEASE STOP ERIK GET OFF HIM! you yelled. Erik stopped and look at you. Leave Erik! I'm not going nowhere until you come with me! You noticed a crowd was drawing and assume the cops were next. Fine just go I'll follow. He quickly left and you pulled some napkins out of your purse. I'm so sorry about that, you said as you cleaned Ellis's lips. That's fine really if I'd have you as my wife I'd be fighting anyone who looks your way. You laughed to yourself and finished cleaning him. Y/N!!!!! you heard Erik yell. "You better go, I'll take it from here." "Okay here's my card call me ok" You left just as quick to catch up with Erik. Both got into the car y'all came in and left. "Driver our house" "You mean your place, I don't live there anymore." "STFU, and why the fuck was you kissing on that nigga?" "You seriously asking me that while your baby mama pregnant AF at our event." "That's beside the point though, no knows the issue with her however you kissing another nigga who ain't your husband's at an event for us!" He had point but fuck him "Fuck u Erik I ain't gotta explain shit!" The rest of the drive was silent. Once the car pulled up, you quickly hopped out and stormed towards the door. Erik was right behind with you with the keys. When he opened the door, you started for the stairs but Erik grabbed your arm and swung you back to him and pinned you to the wall. He was still pissed. "So you fucking that nigga?" "Fuck u, Erik" "I'm not asking you again!" "Unlike the piece of shit, you are I don't have to fuck every dick that walks by." "That's cause you know that my pussy and can't no nigga fuck you like I can. How long as it been a month maybe two I know that pussy is wet AF right now begging to eaten and fuck properly.” You just turned your head cause he was absolutely right. Then he went for the kill sucking on your earlobe as his hands went under your dress. "Just as I thought", he picked you and found a better way to release his emotions. The next morning The sunlight plus the urge to pee woke you up. Erik has arm tightly around your ribcage keeping you snugly against him. You look down and you were completely naked. You subtle movement woke up the sleeping beast behind you "Where you going?" "I have to pee" "Mhmm well come back" He moved his arms like granted access. After you did your thing you looked in the mirror while you washed your hands. You noticed the passion marks and slight bruises over your neck and chest. Last night was everything you needed and more but you couldn't continue this cycle. You needed to leave. You snuck out the bathroom and went towards the dresser, you quietly got some casual clothes and almost melted how neat your drawers were. You kept your clothes in a certain way while Erik just threw his in the drawer. The fact he took the time to fix it how you like making you all warm and fuzzy inside. But damn that! You gather some more clothes shut the drawer quietly. The sound you heard almost made your heart stopped. “Where you going” “Huh” “I said where are you going, getting out of bed walking towards you.”

You looked like a deer in headlights didn't know your next move. “We're you leaving me?” “I can't stay here Erik” “Who said you can't your my wife this is your house.” He was getting loud almost frightening. He snatched the clothes out of hands and threw them across the room. "Oh you were gonna leave me and go with that nigga wasn't you. After I gave you something special something near and dear you gonna fuck a nigga and leave you got me FUCKED UP" he grabbed a glass vase of flowers and threw them across the room. You watched the water and flowers go everywhere but you couldn't let him intimidate you. "Oh save your bullshit Erik, we both know you bought that center out of guilt. And as much as you have been fucking around you should have no reason to question what I do." You stormed towards the door finding your courage but he blocked the door and got on his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist. Okay, baby, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm trying to do better, I'd want to make this right. Please stay." His sniffing made your heart broke and you just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle and forget this ever happen. But it did and these are the consequences. "The only reason you want to make this right is that you got her pregnant. Now I looked past the other times but you are making a fool of me. And I can't be here for that now move I need to go." Erik stood up but his demeanor was deadly. "Fine you wanna take your ass to him then go." He reached behind him and locked both doors. "But you gotta find another way to leave other than this front door" "What negro move" Erik's was stiff as a boulder. He instead grabbed your arm and led you towards the balcony. Your first thought was he gonna throw you over so you kicked and screamed making it difficult. He pushed you on the balcony and locked the sliding glass door leaving you out by yourself. Erik, Erik open this damn door! You banged but to no avail, he didn't answer. He climbed back in bed and turned the TV up loud to drown you out. Frustrated you stop knocking and looked for a solution. You looked over and saw the pool, if you jumped you could make it, since you're on the third floor the deep end would have to be your target. But you wasn't much of a swimmer. You had no other option. And hitting the ground wasn't one of them. You looked behind you and Erik was facing you but looked at tv. You climbed over holding on the balcony as you made your jump. All Erik saw was your red shirt floating past the balcony rails. "I know this bitch didn't!" He ran downstairs as he saw your body enter the water in a weird way. Since you didn't bob back up he knew something was wrong and the blue liquid was starting to turn red. Oh, shit y/n! He yelled once he got to the patio. He dove in and retrieve your unconscious body. He gave you CPR as you weren't responding. "Come on baby breathe dammit" He blew one more time and pumped your chest until you spit up water. He was so happy he cradled your head in his arms and noticed the cut on your forehead. He carried you bridal style in the house as he went and got the first aid kit. You started to protest but he wasn’t having it. He just took care of cleaning you and laid in bed as the painkillers took effect. He didn't want it to happen this way but as far as you and he was concerned his wife was back.

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bangtan-spells · 7 years ago

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Hoseok Scenario: Be My Baby.

Request: (HS) Biker!JHope has a crush on Shy!Reader. Reader thinks he's bad news so pushed him away, but turns out he's the most cutest/fun person ever scenario??? (: love your work so much! Keep it up and Love y'all!!💕

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Hoseok took a deep breath, thankfully you couldn’t look through his helmet and see his nervousness, well, it wasn’t like you were looking at him per se, in fact, you weren’t looking at him at all, as always, and this was Hoseok’s biggest dilemma because he wanted you to look at him, to pay attention to him, to want to tell him good morning and ask about his day just like he wanted to do with you. He sighed, he didn’t know if he should give up his crush on you or what, but it was difficult since you worked at his uncle’s carwash and he had been going there for the past weeks part to help out his uncle, and part to see you.

He took off his helmet and went down from his bike trying to look like he’d not been thinking about you for ten straight minutes while sitting there and went inside to find you near one of the two offices. He gathered all his confidence and his best smile to stand in front of you.

–Y/N, morning –

You eyed him up for a full minute without saying anything, how did you pull off that boring black and blue uniform so well? –Good morning… excuse me –

You smiled politely and walked past him, Hoseok wanted to hit himself, would it be too desperate to go after you? He turned around before he thought properly about it and followed you. –I’m Hoseok – he added with another smile and you looked at him in that same way that he couldn’t decipher, he didn’t know if you were this silent normally or what.

–I… I know – you said softly and Hoseok wanted to throw a party. Well he was sure he’d said his name to you over five times, and maybe his uncle had talked about him to you too, you continued ordering some oil bottles and not paying much attention to him so Hoseok deflated a little, but he considered the fact of you remembering his name an advance, he was decided to stay positive. Then you looked at him again with a polite smile and he deflated a little more. –Um… I’m a little busy, do you need something from me? –

Hoseok tried to think fast, dammit he had nothing to ask for aside from your number out of the blue and he didn’t want to come off like a total creeper or greasy, so he just stared at you a little lost and denied. You nodded and then you were going away so he was only left to look at you doing so, observing your cute braid, the way you walked so nice, the blue shirt a little big on you but that somehow you managed to pull off and those black pants that were tight to the point of perfection on your equally perfect legs and he had to take a deep breath and look elsewhere. You were going to be the end of him without even knowing about it.

You looked warily outside the office, Hoseok was still there and you sighed. He made you nervous in a weird way, you supposed it was because of his look. You had observed him getting down from his bike, taking the helmet off with smooth moves and he was definitely like the typical bad boy of the movies, the one girls whispered about, with his leather jacket, his helmet under his arm and his scary looking bike outside, he had to be it and if there was something you knew about bad boys, was that they were trouble.

You’d tried to stay neutral about him, you weren’t the most talkative out there anyway or the most outgoing and Hoseok seemed to be the type of crashing from party to party and from girl to girl, his kind smile was just a facade, it had to be, you decided.

You didn’t even know why he always tried to talk with you despite you trying to maintain the contact to the minimum, he was after all your boss’ nephew and you needed the job to save the money. When you took a peek outside again, Hoseok had taken off his leather jacket, he was wearing a gray t-shirt that wasn’t exactly tight, but enough to outline his body really well, Hoseok was fit and lean and your cheeks heated up a little, he was attractive but that didn’t mean he was good for you.

He caught your eyes on him and a smile stretched on his lips, he waved at you and raised his chin a little and you looked away, dropping a few of the documents you’d been holding in the process.

Normally you had a lot of patience, but that day was being rough on you. Your boss wanted you to promote a deal you had going on for the week with a cartel and fliers outside the carwash, but it was hard, you didn’t really know how to make this a success, maybe it was that you were too shy for this to be easy, maybe you felt a little uncomfortable with the shorts you were wearing alone because the other girl working with you called in sick and you didn’t like guys staring at you the way they were doing, or maybe it was that the day was incredibly hot and humid and you were already getting annoyed.

You sighed, trying not to loose your cool when a pick up drove by and some greasy boys shouted some catcalls to you.

–Here, have this – you jumped on the spot, you didn’t heard Hoseok coming but he was standing next to you holding a freezing bottle of water and suddenly you noticed how thirsty you were. –take it Y/N, you must be melting here –

–Thank you…– you were surprised by him caring if you were melting or not and when you took the water, Hoseok smiled widely. He had an easy smile, that or he was just pretending to be nice to you.

–I brought you this too – he showed you a cap with the log of the car wash, dark blue just like the shirt from your uniform, why didn’t your boss give you one of those? Hoseok didn’t wait for you to say anything and placed it on your head with careful hands, fixing it on your hair as if nothing and you froze a little, he was super close and then he inspected you with attentive eyes. –You look good with it –

He said way too animatedly and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. –Good or terrible? –

–Good, definitely – Hoseok said nonchalantly and your heart beat a little faster with the way he looked at you. That day he was wearing a red snapback and a white T-shirt with the sides cut low, this time you definitely had a firsthand view of his muscles and you felt so flustered just for doing so, you dropped your eyes and fanned yourself a little with the fliers. –I’m here to help you out –

You frowned at that, your boss didn’t mention that an you’d been outside for about an hour and a half on your own already. –Really? –

–Really, we can do this together – Hoseok talked animatedly and his light mood was nice to be around with.

You ended splitting up the fliers and even if he’d said that you could do the work together, he was the one doing the most, he’d told you to stand by the cartel where you could so conveniently hide behind so there wasn’t any more guys being unnecessarily gross towards you, and there was also a little shadow by the place he told you to stand in, you weren’t even handing out the fliers because Hoseok was the one giving them to the passersby, stepping up to people of the sidewalk, walking over to the cars all smiles and charm.

You were amazed and glad, he had already given half of the fliers in less than thirty minutes all the way keeping a light chatter with you and you were starting to doubt about everything you’d thought Hoseok was before that day.

–How about we just send all these flying? Maybe we can cheat our way out – Hoseok laughed, he’d folded one of the fliers to make a plane that flew smoothly to your way and made you laugh as well.

–Are you sure we can do it with all the rest? – you caught the paper plane and Hoseok shrugged, your cheeks were tingling, Hoseok’s was funny and he’d been making you laugh a lot.

He’d gone back inside for more water for you and didn’t let you step away from the cartel, had he noticed you had been uncomfortable over there? You looked at him speaking between laughs and felt warm inside, but then bit your lower lip because he’d gone there only because his uncle told him to and you should stop thinking about Hoseok, but it was hard, like, you hadn’t expected him to have this personality, at all, then he was sharing a cookie with you with the third water bottle he brought you and you didn’t know what to think about that.

At the end, you finished the job way quicker than you would have done alone, all thanks to Hoseok and his help, he was carrying the big cartel for you while you were getting inside and when your boss saw him coming with you he looked at him confused.

–What were you doing outside? –

Hadn’t him sent Hoseok with you? Why was he even asking what was Hoseok doing there? You looked at Hoseok and he seemed a little nervous, then he laughed, letting the cartel down by the wall. –Uncle! I was… uh… come with me, see you around Y/N–

Hoseok dragged your boss away and suddenly you knew that he’d lied to you, so if your boss hadn’t sent him there why did he bother to do your work and endure all that heat? You waited until you saw him again and it was you this time the one speaking first to him.

–Hoseok? – he jumped a little when you called him but recovered quickly with his smooth smile. –Can I ask you something? –

–Yeah, of course – he nodded and you were shy to ask, but you had to do it.

–If the boss didn’t sent you there, why did you help me? –

–I… well…– Hoseok smiled, thinking the best ways to say to you that he didn’t like seeing you so uncomfortable outside, that he was going nuts when he heard other guys screaming catcalls at you, and that he didn’t want to see you suffering in the heat because of some stupid fliers. He shrugged, playing with the keys of his bike. –I just did it because it was you Y/N –

You didn’t know what to say after that and you were positive that your face was turning at least five different colors. Hoseok smiled as widely as always and winked at you while saying goodbye and you couldn’t move, you couldn’t decide whether to feel the butterflies or the agitated beating of your heart but you couldn’t ignore it, as you couldn’t ignore either the way knowing that made you feel.

You stopped pushing Hoseok away after that day, and as a reward, you got to know him even more because now that you were giving him the opportunity, Hoseok took every little chance he had of talking with you or cracking some jokes that got you laughing cutely and making him fall deeper under the weight of his crush for you until he gathered the guts to ask for your number.

You’d stayed silent for so long when he did that Hoseok thought you were denying him, that maybe he had misinterpreted everything, that you wanted nothing to be with him, but then you giggled so much you turned red and started to stumble a little on your words until you asked him for his phone to type yours there. If he’d thought you were cute before, he thought you were even cuter then.

He was ecstatic because you were especial, you just needed to be comfortable enough to let a bit of your shyness go and you had accepted going out with him that night, finally. He was going to pick you up at your house and he couldn’t wait for it.

When Hoseok said he was outside, you ran all the way to the door, taking a deep breath and fixing your hair a last time. You were nervous, you were so so nervous but you were also excited for going out with him. You’d chosen to wear high waisted jeans, ankle boots and a cool sweater and you were glad for your choice if judging for the way Hoseok looked at you when you got outside.

He had been sitting lightly on his bike and he stood up when he saw you, you felt his eyes on you and your face heated up a little while you made your way to him.

–You ready? – he asked with a smirk, he was wearing his leather jacket and his torn jeans, still looking like a bad boy on the outside but you knew what was beyond that and it got your heart racing.

–I think I am –You said with a giggle, you weren’t really sure of how ready you were and your eyes drifted to his bike.

Hoseok laughed softly, noticing how you looked at his beloved bike as if it was going to bite off your head at some moment. –Don’t worry, I haven’t broken anything on it – he smiled, dazzling and alluring. –Yet –

Both of you laughed at that and you nodded, taking the helmet he was offering you. –I’ve never been in one…–

–Then, let me take you for a ride – Hoseok did a sort of courtesy that got you giggling some more and helped you get on the bike. –Hold onto me –

He whispered, and you didn’t know where to put your hands, you placed them on his shoulders but with the first roar of the motor you surrounded Hoseok’s torso tightly, feeling butterflies and excitement mixing together. You started to move and you closed your eyes for a moment while Hoseok gained some speed, pressing your head on the middle of his back and feeling a little wild there holding onto Hoseok, feeling the roar of his bike through your body and you started to understand why he liked this so much.

You went for a chill dinner and then a ride around the city, stopping at a high viewpoint with him for a while. This night had a lot of firsts for you and it felt nice to have experienced them with Hoseok, you were standing side by side looking down at the city lights.

–So, how was your first ride so far? – Hoseok asked, turning on his side to you with curious eyes and his flirty smile. –Was it good? Was it bad? – he clutched his chest dramatically as if he was in pain with the last question and you laughed, feeling flustered, you hadn’t spend five minutes straight without laughing or smiling when you were with him.

–So far, so good – you laughed, covering your lips and meeting his eyes.

Hoseok nodded with his eyes still on you and you saw him getting closer, he held your hand and suddenly you couldn’t hold his eyes anymore and you giggled out of nervousness, was he going to kiss you? Did you want that? Your heart was beating so fast you couldn’t focus, but you wanted it so Hoseok’s proximity even if it made you nervous it was also thrilling.

–I’m glad – he said in a husky whisper, caressing your knuckles tenderly, how could you have thought he was bad news? You almost wanted to laugh at your prejudices.

Hoseok was looking at your eyes and for a moment he focused on your lips, you noticed it and you knew he saw you looking at his lips the same way, then he smirked and moved his face closer to yours.

You closed your eyes, you were definitely trembling a little and Hoseok’s lips pressed against your cheek tenderly, then he was moving away and looking at you with that same pretty smile, caressing your cheek with his thumb and winking at you to have you laughing softly. If it was for him, he would have kissed you on the lips, but he didn’t want to rush it, you were nervous and he wanted you to want it as much as he did, maybe that was coming sooner than he thought. He gave you the spare helmet again and helped you on the bike , for that night at least, he could relish on the feeling of your arms around him while you rode back home.

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