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under his authority;
officer kenjaku x f!reader
plot: finally ridding yourself of your problematic ex, he comes back in the worst possible form â themes: yandere kenjaku, (eventually) willing reader, stalking, dubcon, manipulation, he/him pronouns for kenjaku, mundane au â w.c: 3.5k
a/n: considered making this a shorter one shot, but an idea wouldnât leave my head â warnings: extremely dubious consent, but reader is willing by the end â masterlist ⢠ao3
Every night before you headed off to sleep, you would take the extra effort to barricade yourself in your apartment, with all sorts of intricate preparations in place⌠just to keep him away. Youâd lock the windows, put up a bar against the front door, tuck a chair underneath the door handle of your bedroom, and sleep with a knife within reachâjust in case.
Deep down, however, you knew that it was all pointless in the long run. You could never truly get rid of him, not even if you traveled to the very ends of the earth (or left it entirely). Your ex was simply not the type to let go and even though nothing had yet happened in your year alone without him, you knew that from the moment that youâd let your guard down, that heâd strike.
See, you knew him perfectly well and the sly way that he approached every little intricacy in life. He dated you for a couple of years, bending and twisting your life into all sorts of directions like a puppet on a string, swaying and meddling with the cross, having you thinking that you were the one in the wrong the entire time when it was his manipulation having you feel that way all along.
At some point, you woke up to it all however, and simply just leftâchoosing to start somewhere else entirely, ready to put up a fight if need beâbut to your surprise, he never followed you. This is why perhaps you knew that you were in more danger than you could comprehend because if you knew one thing about him, it was that he had a penchant for holding onto grudges (and never letting anything, or anyone, go).
Such a suspicion was sorely implied however, when out from the corner of your eye on every other occasion, you would spot a glimpse of him. For a while, you thought that they had finally gotten to you; that they had driven you to complete and utter insanity, if you must have been seeing them in places that didnât make sense. You sought help for that one however you could; through countless reports made through a system that didnât take you seriously for whatever reason and then, later, through the means of therapy, which did help for a while. Just as you thought that he was out of your life, however, he started showing up again and in full force, too.
Your reports, just like before, meant nothing at all. All of those reports of stalking and someone lingering around your home, of your windows being scratched on and at your doors rattling during the odd hours of the night, only to be dismissed with the ask of âhave they hurt you yet?â or the claim that the evidence was still inefficient, so please only make such a report again if you have something to prove.
Such a ridiculous system, but thatâs why you went to such great lengths to take things into your own hands. You had no choice, so what else were you otherwise supposed to do?
You were certain that all of those strange happenings were him, after all.
You werenât going crazy.
It wasnât like moving on was helping, anyway. His presence was constant and overwhelming, following you around like your own shadow. You were perhaps being driven crazy indeed, but it wasnât your own doing as everyone else had otherwise claimed. You knew that deep down, these werenât desperate illusions cast from a worn-down mind, but rather that they were strikingly real and he was surely toying with you, unable to let you go after a hasty, unspoken breakup, hell-bent on punishing you for daring to have a spine.
And just like every other time, everything was all locked up and ready to go; you were as safe as you could get. You did your usual clean sweep of everything and found nothing that could hint at danger, and yet, just as you had settled into bed⌠you heard something from the inside.
Tearing upright from your bed, you grabbed your phone in a hurry, dialing the police and urging that this time, this wasnât a drill, that there was someone actively in your home so to please, please, send someone over and just because the claim was so desperate and dire, they did indeed send someone, reassuring you that it would be soon and to please, stop fretting so much. Such a soothing gesture threw you off guard a little, the pattern of the sentence piquing your interest as something once familiar, but your sleepy mind didnât make the full connection just yet.
You opened up the door as soon as they knocked too, not thinking all that hard about just how on earth they knew which door in the block called for such a thing to begin with. You were exhausted, after all, worn down from a full year of constantly doubting your own mind, of course, your judgment was hazy. All it took was a bit of correctly applied confidence and a smooth, reassuring voice to render you compliant, to slip downstairs along with them under the claim that you would be going to the station to take a statement before you realised the chilling truth that slipped right past your nose.
That voice.
Those mannerisms.
It was himâyou were with him.
You tugged at the car door, desperate to suddenly break free and yet he had you securely confined right in the back of his vehicle, driving you off into some unknown location without a single second to spare.
âYou⌠how did youââ you spat out, your voice faltering in disbelief.
âYou know, you should really practice better judgment when youâre tired, hm?â He spoke, his voice sickeningly condescending yet calm and sweet. âAnd now youâre in trouble. Oh dear.â
In protesting refusal, you kicked at the seat with your heel in an attempt to get them to slow the vehicle at least and plot your escape and yet, he seemed to handle such violent complaint with calculated ease, as if knowing your attempts were futile, as if knowing that he had already won.
âLet me go, you asshole,â you spat, continuing to knock on the seat.
Yet, they continued to remain infuriatingly composed, adjusting the mirror in the dark, allowing you to catch a glimpse of their coal-black eyes in the passing streetlights that phased through the road. He clicked his tongue in amusement before swerving the car off to an emptier road, forcing your body to hurl to the side in a grounding warning. âCareful,â he said, his voice laced with a cold threat, âyouâre in no position to make such demands, now are you?â he asked, the reminder of your compromised circumstances hanging in the air. âBelieve it or not, my role is genuine in this exchange and I could approve a warrant for your arrest if youâre not careful, so you would be wise to calm down and listen to me. How does that sound?â
âArrest?â you scoffed. âFor what?â
âWell, it could be anything, really,â he mused, calmly driving once more, âbut letâs try those narcotics that I planted in your homeâquite bad ones too, they would get you into a whole wealth of troubleâespecially given those paranoid reports youâve been making. Am I really that bad that you consider me a daily nuisance? I havenât done anything that wrong, surely.â
You blinked. âYou have been stalking me.â
However, all that he could do was huff out a humourless laugh as he composed a response, âInteresting claims, but I think youâll find that I have evidence of me being busy at work for the good remainder of the year, butâŚâ he paused, considering a pint, âhow sweet of you to think of me so often. Have I been on your mind that often? Maybe youâre seeing things you want to see.â
âI wouldnât want to see you at any time at all, you damned stalkerââ you repeated, only for him to interrupt you.
ââstalker?â he asked in a completely deadpan tone, though there was a thin jab of mockery laced within it. He parked the vehicle off to the side of a lesser traveled road where the lights couldnât quite reach before sitting with you in a stagnant silence for a while. When he finally broke the quiet, he spoke up again in a hushed tone, as if careful to not be heard (even though it was just the two of you in the car), âyour claims arenât entirely baseless, I have been⌠keeping tabs, but I have been careful,â he admitted, âI have been eliminating all traces of evidence from the moment that anything surfaced, ridding myself of anything compromising. You can try and rattle me out to the authorities if you wish, I wonât stop you, but you wonât get very far.â
âWas the break-up that significant that you canât leave me alone?â you redirected.
Another silence brewed between the two of you, but then he quickly composed himself. âHow silly of you to make such outrageous claims as if we were an item to begin with, but, I suppose that you could say that our time together was significant enough for me to be⌠conflicted about our parting, for a lack of better words.â
âThatâs a long and pointless answer to mean âyesâ, but alright, you do you, Kenjaku,â you mumbled, crossing your arms as you sank back into the seat.
âAnd what would admitting such a thing do?â he asked, drumming his fingers along the hard leather of the wheel. âWe were together for a moment and just as things were getting interesting, you walked out on me,â he added, not quite losing his track of words but still pausing for a moment to school their demeanour back into something better controlled. â...Letâs say that we did leave on a bad note, surely you can understand my confusion and⌠interest in picking up where things had left off?â
âI understand the need for wanting answers,â you admitted, âbut it doesnât justify stalking, surely.â
âIt justifies my need for closure,â Kenjaku corrected, âand now that I have you back in my hands, I think youâre overdue for some long-awaited discipline, donât you think? Luckily for you, Iâm surprisingly fair with how I deliver it, so I wonât hurt you, but I do have something in mind for the way you humiliated me.â
âHumiliated?â you scoffed yet again, although given his lack of immediate reply, you had an uneasy wave of dread pass you by with the hanging implication of what was yet to come. Something felt off, but they werenât being clear with their delivery.
Before you knew it, he suddenly got out of the car and slammed the door shut, leaving you alone in the back of the police car for a beat, and then, without warning, tore open the back door, yanking you right outside. You landed on your bottom initially, but then he leaned you forward, pressing your chest against the dirt and cuffing your wrists right behind your back.
Pulling you up after, he slammed you into his car, caging you in with his looming overhead frame, making you feel suddenly quite small and trapped. He leaned in with his breath hot against your neck, allowing his pressing arousal to push into the small of your back while holding you in place.
âHumiliation is a two-way street, you know,â he whispered as he pulled down your jeans to your knees with your underwear following suit, âand I donât think I can forgive such abandonment, at least not so soon.â
You remained frozen in place, realising exactly what he was planning to do, letting him talk as words refused to leave your own lips, âI always did like the lack of fight you put up during our time together,â he purred, âI bet itâs because you secretly like submitting to me like this, huh?â
His words were intentionally full of spite and mockery, but you were still confused and barely recovered from the extreme relationship they had you trapped in prior; it was an overwhelming time that left you with a piled-up emotional burden and nothing else beyond that point⌠but their touch admittedly, always succeeded in making you feel good in a way that nothing else or nobody else could compare. So skilled was the feel of his fingers over your skinâthe only time he would ever listen to you.
âAnd what happened to your snark?â Kenjaku hummed, unzipping his slacks, dropping the pair to gather at his thighs, âI thought you had a lot to say just now? Did that all disappear too? Do you want me to make you feel good again? I bet none of those late-night hookups youâve been having have been satisfying you the same way I ever could.â
It was humiliating alright, he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted. You loved it when he bit at your neck and when he pulled your hair just enough to make you feel good, but without long-lasting pain. You loved the way his hands would smack and smooth over your tender skin, bruising galaxies from his feverish touch. How his teeth would graze along the sensitive spots, making your life feel like putty in his hands; so malleable and yet so rigid, and yet, you knew fully well that he was bad for you.
He didnât give you much time beyond that point to seek out confirmation, readily lining up the tip of their hardened cock to press into your soaked entrance, finding it almost peculiar at just how desperately soaked you already seemed to be. With a gentle push inside, he buried his shaft within your slick walls, easing into you slowly, taking his good, sweet time to get used to the feel of you again. Almost achingly slow, he pushed himself into your hilt and then back out, feeling almost insultingly delicate.
Kenjakuâs lips then lined up with your neck, peppering lazy kisses against your throat, but not surrendering to the heat of the moment like you almost desperately, guiltily craved. Such burning need that was evidenced by the full year of not being able to let you go and yet, now that he had youâhe held himself off.
Albeit involuntarily, you drawled off a low whirring whine, arching your back into his form, letting him deepen his shaft into your core, yet never once accelerating as you hoped. Kenjaku remained infuriatingly composed and controlled, never once losing his cool, gently rolling his hips out and then back in, letting the need build up in you, yet never satisfying it.
âSuch a needy thing,â he murmured, âwhatâs the magic word?â
âP-plââ you were about to say, stopping yourself right as you were about to give in.
Kenjaku sucked at his teeth. âWeâll get there. You could never make me soft.â
He continued to roll his hips back and forth against you, nice and slow, pressing your body straight up against the cold, uncomfortably hard surface of the car with his uniform uncomfortably digging into your back. The coarse material roughly chafed through the thin fabric of the top you wore, rubbing painfully against you as all the wrong sensations were tackled instead.
It was painful, almost, and yet you felt your composure letting slip earlier than you would have liked, wanting nothing more than to give into the moment and for once, forget about him and what he put you through prior and just⌠feel good.
âP-please,â you gasped and then bit your lips, curling them into your mouth to stifle the remainder of the confessionâhumiliating, indeed.
He stilled for a second and you swore that you could feel his eyes bore into you with an almost feral resolve. For a while, he didnât say a single thing and then, without warning, you cried out a choked-out whimper without registering exactly what had happened.
Suddenly, a deep, searing pain flooded your senses, making your eyes well with tears and spill in a matter of seconds. The realisation hit just a moment later, recognising the sensation as pain as he thrust repeatedly into your teased cunt at full force; his cock hitting right where it hurt and then without stopping, doing it again and again. Your reactions were poorly timed as you moaned out of sync with his feverish movements, pistoning himself into you with the driving force of someone crazed with reckless abandon. With such sawing aggression that emphasised just how needy he truly was, no matter the claims that otherwise left his lips, pinning the blame on you.
His hands then snaked around your chest but didnât settle, reaching to wrap around your neck instead. His palms squeezed against your sensitive skin, choking out whatever pretty little noises you had left behind.
Your body recoiled slightly in pained protest as he continued to impale you; his hot breath rolling steamy pants of air that prickled against your clammy skin, pushing you closer towards the edge. His breathing became sloppier too, as he fucked himself as rough as he could into your sopping heat, quite literally spearing his length into you, until he couldnât anymore. With one stuttering, rough, and final thrust, he melted into you entirely, crashing his body against yours as he filled you up with his own pent-up need. For a moment after, his hips gently bucked, albeit seemingly involuntarily as he sought to ride out the aftermath of his near-violent orgasm, only parting when he could quickly recompose himself and regain control over both of the situationâas well as you.
And after a while of such recoveryâafter helping you find your balance and dress you back up with almost attentive careâa darker thought slipped into his mind. Helping you sit back inside of the car, into the front this time, he let you quietly recover as he drove off somewhere else this time. Not to your home, nor to his, but⌠somewhere else entirely, because, if he was being real about you, he already knew that you wouldnât give up on trying to get him into troubleâwouldnât you? You silly thing. Oh no, he had to do something about that, and luckily for you, he had no such intention to kill you off, because you were the only thing in his life that he wanted to keep around for good and he had a good idea that you wanted this too, even if you were being so stubborn lately.
âWait,â you piped up at long last, âwhere are we going?â
Kenjaku snorted out a half-laugh, finding your late realisation to be amusing before clearing his throat and answering you, âIâm not letting you go this time, so weâre taking a little detourâIâm going to keep you holed up with me forever,â he revealed, âmaybe in chains at first as I figure out something more⌠permanent, but itâs all for a good cause, you know?â
You huffed, only to be interrupted, âA good cauââ
ââyes,â he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, âa good cause. I want to keep you forever, but I canât have you running off on me. At least not again.â
You found yourself reacting in a way that surprised you, trying to sink into the seat again and kicking at whatever you could, but not as a means of escape, but rather out of frustration at your own mind. You could only respond in an uncertain murmur, still exhausted from the rough encounter, âYouâre impossible, just⌠let me go,â you requested instead, although not sounding convincing to either him or yourself, knowing that it would probably be easier to just surrender instead.
âOh youâ, he endearingly cooed, smoothing his hand over your thigh, âI canât do that. Not to you. But just know this, if you try to run away from me again, Iâll figure something out, maybe plant something compromising on you,â he replied, pausing for a moment to plot something out on the spot, âmaybe have you arrested and locked up, because that way I can be sure to keep you in one place forever.â
You tilted your head off to the side, catching a glimpse of his thinly concealed mania burning in the depths of his eyes. âYou wouldnât go through that much, would you? Youâre not that insaneâŚâ
Kenjaku however just shrugged, finding the calm conversation to be amusing, knowing that by even humouring him to this extent, you had already given up. âJust keep it in mind, will you? If it ever did come down to that, then guess whoâs going to be the one to get you out to begin with?â
He let the implication hang in the air for a moment longer, before pushing you back further into the seat and finally letting go. âAnyway, rest up, will you? You have a lot of apologising left to do when weâre there and I fully accept you to be awake and alert for everything I have in store for you.â
You gulped, but you did as you were told, finally broken down enough to listen to him at long, long last.
#kenjaku#kenjaku x y/n#kenjaku x reader#tw dubcon#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#kenjaku x you#kenjaku smut#kenjaku x reader smut#officer kenjaku#officer geto#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kenjaku#jujutsu kaisen kenjaku#kenjaku headcanons#jujutsu kaisen x reader#x reader smut#x reader#x reader fanfiction#x you smut#x you#yandere kenjaku#jjk yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x willing reader#yandere smut#yandere x reader smut#yandere imagines#yandere fanfiction
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A few days ago I got into it on twitter with a Shakespeare truther whose main argument was "Shakespeare couldn't have written the plays attributed to him because the author of the plays was clearly an absolute expert in the law, hawking, and the specific layout of Windsor Forest as well as fluent in French and Italian, and there is no way Shakespeare could have picked up that expertise anywhere because they don't teach those things in grammar school and of course he was a real expert and not someone who knew enough terminology to bullshit his way through a couple of lines of dialogue convincingly."
Anyway I'm writing some fic now that is apparently going to convince someone I am an experienced alchemist.
#i have like two lines of narration that mention an alchemical experiment that went pear-shaped#it took me like an hour of research to write them#a lot of that was finding sources that actually talked about what the experiments involved#without taking them too seriously OR being too dismissive#mostly i just needed to give someone a chemical burn though#fic babble#shakespeare was shakespeare deal with it
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sometimes people who struggle like to make jokes or find positives about their condition that causes them to struggle so they can escape the constant negative and struggle. sometimes autistic people will say things like "the 'tism" or use the "autism creature" or say their autism helped them have a *positive trait* to feel better about their struggles. because living your life only focusing on the struggles and negatives is depressing and makes it hard to want to live, even if those struggle take up 100% of your life and you can't actually escape them. sometimes any little seemingly positive thing can help a lot.
but there's so many other autistic people that hate when we do that and call it "reducing autism to a cute trendy thing" and say it takes away from *their* struggles and is bad and shouldn't be used. maybe *you* want to only focus on your struggles, but some people can't live in constant negative and need some positive or to find ways to make their condition more positive so they can feel better about living with their struggles. life is hard. I take anything I can get.
I cant get jobs. I can't make and keep friends. I can't get help and support for doing "normal" things so sometimes I go weeks without being able to shower and without eating more than a bowl of cereal a day. most times can't even do things I like. struggle to communicate. have meltdowns. i'll never be able to live independently. I struggle a lot. but instead of sitting here always depressed and having no motivation to live, i'd rather try to joke about "my 'tism is acting up again" when i'm struggling (just an example. don't think I ever actually used the 'tism thing but i saw others use it) or say "i'm just being a creature" when I need to stay in my dark room because everything is too much and I personally find it cute to be a little creature meant in a positive way. i'm not actually downplaying mine or anyone else's struggles. I still acknowledge them and that silly jokes dont make them go away. i'm not trying to be trendy. i'm not doing any of the things people say we do by making silly little jokes. i'm using the silly little jokes to convince myself life can be a little more than pointless, painful garbage all the time.
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#dont know why continuing in tags but here is more#sometimes we need to ask âwhyâ and not just get mad about how we feel personally. because other people feel differently#yes im guilty of only thinking my feelings and situation and how it relates too and forgetting other peoples. i also need to learn#and everyone's feelings should be valid. just because something might âhurtâ you it might be important for someone else#everyones feelings are valid. but we cant protect everyones feeling. so idk the solution#but stopping someone from having a small positive among a sea of nevgative seems a little mean to me#youre not being empathetic to their side. and i can turn it around and be not empathetic to your side and say stop being upset#and get over it and let people have fun. but i wont. i hear you. but at the same time maybe hear us too.#not everyone wants to live only negatively. youre allowed to but dont expect others to.#and yes i GET IT these things can make the allistics and neurotypicals be even worse towards us. but what do we do?#throw out any positivity we can find and grovel in our struggles because the allistics wont take us seriously?#DO THEY TAKE US SERIOUSLY WITHOUT THOSE SILLY TRENDY THINGS? NO! THEY NEVER HAVE#like i said i dont know the solution and everything still be used against us by those people anyway so might as well have fun?#if we focus on struggles they baby us and dont let us do things and block us from living life#if we focus on positive they dismiss our struggles and try to make us do what we cant and dont help us#we cant win! so its not âthe 'tismâ or whatever other things people made up that cause them to act this way#they already act that way and wont stop unless we figure out how to teach them! but i dont know how! im just a useless little creature#this is probably controversial and someone will get because i dont agree with their perspective despite respecting it#someome will comment to lecture me even though i get it. i do. but two things can exist at the same time!! idk what to tell you!#autistic#autism#actually autistic#lee rambles#words are hard so dont know if i worded it well or not. probably not#also why take away fun things because another group used it for bad? make them stop the bad not stop the good!#i also might be missing more context. i think is about tiktok using these for bad. tiktok is just bad in general and i refuse to use it#why tiktok dictate and ruin our lives now in general? tiktok is really bad đ but that another conversation#no one yell at me and say i dismiss struggles of struggling autistics. maybe you dismiss me needing negative thing to have positive?#not in mood for negative response. will probably cry fhhddhsjdjdjkd#today is real struggle day but if i be little creature i feel better
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ICJ Ruling
Okay, let's get into this.
First of all, I get the frustration at the court not ordering a ceasefire. I was disappointed and frustrated at first too, since a ceasefire was the biggest and most important preliminary measure South Africa was requesting - and of course we just all want this horror to finally end for the people in Gaza. So I get the frustration and disappointment, I really do.
However, I do think this ruling is still a major win for South Africa, Palestine, and international law as a whole and here's why:
The court acknowledged that it has jurisdiction over this case and completely dismissed Israel's request to throw out the case as a whole. It will now determine at the merits stage (that will probably take years) whether Israel is actually commiting genocide.
The court acknowledged that Palestinians are a "distinct national or ethnic group and therefore deserving of protection under the genocide convention". Pull this out next time someone tells you "there's no such thing as Palestinians, they're all just Arabs".
The court acknowledged very unambiguously that "at least some" of Israel's actions being genocidal in nature is "plausible". South Africa has a case, officially. Israel is accused of genocide, in a way the ICJ deems "plausible", officially. This is huge. (And seriously, how freaking satisfying was it to hear all of those genocidal statements by Israeli politicians read out loud and used as justification for this rulling?)
The court might not have ordered a "ceasefire" in those words, but they did order Israel to "immediately end all genocidal acts" (which includes killing and injuring Palestinians) and submit proof that they actually did. How are they going to comply with this ruling without at least severly reducing or changing what they're doing in Gaza?
In fact, this wording might actually be more appropriate for a genocide (vs a war), as author and journalist Ali Abunimah notes on Twitter:
He's completely right. Israel lost today, by overwhelming majority (I mean, 15 to 2? I heard people predict the rulings would be very close, like 9 judges vs 8, but instead we got 15 to 2 (and even 16 to 1 on the humanitarian aid). Holy shit.) The court disimissed almost everything Israel's side of lawyers said, while acknowledging that South Africa's accusations are "plausible".
And this is important especially because of Mr Abunimah's second tweet there^. Because the question is, where do we go from here?
This ruling means that Israel is officially /possibly/ commiting genocide and that should have huge international consequences. The rest of the world now HAS to take these accusations seriously and stop arming and supporting Israel - and if they won't do it on their own, we, the people, have to make them. This is THE moment to rise up all around the world, especially in the countries most supportive of Israel (the US, the UK, Germany): Protest, call your representatives and demand a ceasefire and an end of arms deliveries to Israel.
We now have a legal case to back our demands: If Israel is, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" commiting genocide, then all of our governments are, according to the ICJ, "plausibly" guiltly of aiding in genocide. And we need to hold that over their heads and demand better. We need to do that right now and in huge numbers. Most politicians only care about themselves and saving their skin. We have to make them realize that they could be accused of aiding in genocide.
(As a German, I'm thinking of Germany here in particular: After South Africa's hearing, our government dismissed their case as having "no basis" - how are they going to keep saying that now that the ICJ officially thinks otherwise? Over the last months, people here have been arrested at protests for calling what's happening in Gaza a genocide. How are the police supposed to legally keep doing that now that the ICJ has officially deemed this accusation "plausible"? I used to be scared to use the word "genocide" at protests or write it on my protest signs - not anymore, have fun trying to arrest me for that when the ICJ literally has my back on this one đđť.)
So yeah - don't be defeatist about this, don't let Israel's narrative that they "won" (they didn't) take over. This might not be everything we wanted, but it's still a good result. Don't let what the court didn't say ("ceasefire"), distract you from the very important things that they did say. Let this be your motivation to get loud and active, especially if you live in any country that supports Israel. Put pressure on your governments to not be complicit in genocide, you now officially have the highest international court on your side.
#ICJ#ICJ ruling#ICJ hearing#South Africa vs Israel#Free Palestine#Palestine#Palestinian genocide#Gaza#Germany#I get why Palestinians are disappointed and I don't want to devalue those feelings#(but maybe this can give you hope)#But thinking about this as a German this is huge#Most politicians and people here still deny (or at least strongly doubt) that there's a genocide happening#Calling it a genocide is seen as an 'extremist' position#And some of our politicians have been borderline gaslighting us and calling anyone who calls it genocide 'crazy'#So I'm just feeling immense vindication and a newfound fearlessness and motivation to be louder and more active than ever#and I hope others here feel the same#I hope the quiet masses stop being scared to say something now
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MINE ft. Yeji
yeji x male reader smut
9k words
it's a follow up to... NURSE
âYouâre unbelievable!â
âYouâre not so bad yourself.â
âYouâre going to make me go insane!â
âThat good, am I?â
âI swear one of these daysââ
âI know, I know, I feel the sameââ
ââI am seriously going to kill you!â
âUh, shit, Iâm out of jokes with that one.â
âGood, because I am Not. Fucking. Joking.â
Yejiâs well and truly pissedârightfully so, mind you (you really fucked up this time), and for the first time ever there may really be no clever quip or line that can get you out of this one.
But of course, that wonât stop you from trying.
âLook around! This isnât a fucking joke!â
Sheâs glaring at you, the kind of furious that could melt steel with her gaze alone, eyes narrowed into sharp slits that slice through your bullshit like a hot knife.
And so, you blink first, balking under Yejiâs glare, and decide to take her advice and look away, look around at your surroundingsâat the many, many reasons Yeji is justifiably upset.
For one, thereâs your current locationâa hospital room, not a good look. Then, thereâs the cast around your arm and bandages on your headânot the worse of injuries, but again, when you couple it with the IV snaking its way up your arm, and the morbid beeping of a heart rate monitor filling the silence, it really does not make you out to be the most intact of individuals.
Finally, thereâs Yeji, her eyes verging on tears and her hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of your hospital gown and looking like sheâs ready to tear the room apart.
Add them all together: a hospital room, a handsome but seriously injured boyfriend, with his devastated girlfriend wracked with worry besides him⌠it doesnât paint the best of pictures.
But yet, before you can stop yourself, another attempt at lightening the mood: âYou should see the other guy.â
There it is! A crack in Yejiâs armour, a flicker of something other than righteous fury on her faceâeyes widen slightly, lips part just a smidgeâa ghost of a smile, perhaps?
But itâs gone before you can confirm its existenceâYejiâs façade is maintained and all you get is a minuscule quirk of her eyebrow.
âThe other guy was a car,â she says through gritted teeth.
âAnd now that car is being turned into scrap and I get to be in the presence of the most beautiful girl in all of Korea.â
âI hate you,â she replies, lovingly (you hope).
âMost beautiful girl in all of Asia?â Youâre almost there, you can see it on her face.
âStill hate you.â An ease in tensionâa slight drop of her shoulders, a relaxing of her grip.
âThe world?â
A sigh, a frown slowly turning upwards, success! â âYouâre an idiot.â
âIâm your idiot,â you add, and that gets you a smileâa real, genuine, heart-stopping smile that lights up the room more than any fluorescent bulb could ever dream of.
âWhat am I going to do with you?â Sheâs shaking her head, letting you have your little victory.
âWhat would I do without you?â You ask, and she's rolling her eyesânothing she hasn't heard you say before. âCertainly wouldnât get to stay in a room this nice.â
Yeji blushes, her cheeks taking on the same shade of the excessive number of roses decorating your bedside. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSeriously, Yeji?â You say, and echo back to her, âlook around.â
Itâs Yejiâs turn to act coyâas if itâs perfectly normal for a hospital room to come with a flat-screen TV, designer furniture and floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a panoramic view of the city.
The room is closer to a luxury suite than a recovery wardâbigger than your apartment, evenâand thereâs a voice in the back of your head telling you to maybe risk another injury so you can maybe extend your stay even longer, especially if it means getting to have Yeji fuss over you like this.
âI might have called in a favour or two,â Yeji admits. âBut they said this was the only room available!â
âYeji, this is too much,â you say, but sheâs already ignoring you, waving her hand dismissively.
âItâs nothing,â she says, rising off the bed and leaving you to your own devices, satisfied that youâve been properly scolded.
But, you know better. While Yeji is like this with everyone she cares aboutâalways giving, always putting others firstâwith you she gets especially intense with her caring, and as much as sheâd probably deny it otherwise, you know that sheâs more than a little smug at the sight of you laid up in this fancy hospital room, with nothing to do but let her pamper you.
âSure, sure,â you say, but you can easily imagine her on the phone with every hospital in a fifty-kilometre radius, pulling strings left and right, leaning on the right people to get what she wants.
Itâs just who Yeji isâno half measures, above and beyond in every aspect.
âI should unpack,â Yeji decides, retrieving a ridiculously oversized bag from the corner of your suite.
âUnpack?â You ask, but your question falls on deaf ears.
âI was halfway across the world when I heard what happened.â Yeji's clicking her tongue with annoyance as she struggles with the zipper for the bag. âTwo days before I could get a flight out!â
âYou didnât have to rushââ you start to say, but Yeji whips her head around, a clear warning not to finish the very stupid sentence youâre about to complete.
âI didnât have time to pack everything, just grabbed what I could from our placeââ (your place, technically) ââand came straight here.â
Yeji instantly sets about your room, making sure that there isnât a corner that hasn't been touched by her: your favourite tea brewing, the last book you were reading, a Bluetooth speaker playing her âsongs to remind you of meâ playlist; every single thing you could possibly need to feel better. Â
Itâs not even what sheâs doing as she completes her takeover of your hospital room, itâs how sheâs doing it.
Sheâs in her normal everyday uniform: one of your flannel shirts over a tank top that just so happens to ride up just right, showing off her toned midriff as she reaches to hang a change of clothes for you in the wardrobe. Then thereâs the snug, tight yoga pants moulded to her curves that stretch over her unbearably firm ass every time she needs to bend over and take something else out from her bag.
Itâs all too perfect to be accidental, and you start to get conspiratorial, like perhaps this innocent act of care is just a torturous reminder of your what you canât have while youâre all laid up and injured.
She is dressed normally. But normal, everyday clothes for anyone else on someone like Yeji, with her bodyâall sleek muscles and tight linesâis absolutely devastating.
Yeji works fast, a tornado of love and care clad in a dangerous pair of leggings, and in minutes sheâs done, adding a finishing touch by spraying her perfume around the room, overpowering the sterile hospital scent with the sweet, floral notes that are uniquely hersâthis is her space now, anyway.
Finally, she stops at the foot of your hospital bed, picking up your medical chart, reading it like she understands it all (actually, knowing Yeji, she probably got her medical degree on the way to the hospital just in case she deemed the doctors and nurses weren't doing a good enough job and she decided to take over).
âHm,â is Yejiâs summary of your current condition. Itâs cute, seeing her stare at the clipboard with a focus she usually reserves for the stage. âEating well, no signs of deterioration in fine motor skills, very responsive, and very⌠friendly?â
 You raise an eyebrow. âThey wrote that down?â
âAttending physician: Dr. Park Yoona, Nurses: Roh Ji Yun, Jeon Jeong ah, Bae Hye Jin,â Yeji starts to read out the list of namesâfemale namesâand you start to hear the nails being hammered into your coffin, âNurse Kim Ji Wonâseriously, like the actress? All women. Hm.â
âReally, I hadnât noticed!â Maybe feigning ignorance would increase your chances of survival. âYouâd think in this day and age thereâd be more male nurses now though, right?â
âHm,â itâs that noise again. âIâm glad to hear that while I was worried sick about you, desperately trying to get over here, youâve been well taken care of. Must be nice surrounded by all these cute women in their little nurse outfits.â
âOh, please,â you test a deflection, âtheyâre just doing their jobs.â
Yejiâs eyes bore into you. âOne of these nurses dots her âIâs with love hearts.â
You can only sigh at your impending doom. Itâs been a good life.
âWho do these women think they are?â
You switch up your strategy, trying another angle: âTheyâre medical professionals, Yeji, not strippers.â
âRight, medical professionals,â Yeji echoes, her tone thick with sarcasm, before she suddenly switches up, putting on her sweetest, and most uncomfortable, baby voice. âOh no, such a big, strong man that needs help. Tell me where it hurts so I can rub it better for you!â
âStop, stop,â you protest, as much as you would like her to rub it better, you still have your pride. âI barely even talk to themâthey just do their check-ups and leave. I canât even remember what they look like, theyâre probably all just plain, old ladies.â
You regret the words as soon as you say them (you really shouldâve seen this coming), because before you can get any further into your pitiful defence, the door to your room swings open, and in struts a young, cheery, bouncy woman.
âIs my favourite patient ready for another check-up?â You're already cringing at the nurseâs questionâher voice a squeak thatâs far too high-pitched and far too cute for a hospital. If anything, she looks like an actress playing the role of a nurse, in some bad movie where they clearly casted for looks over believability.
Yejiâs eyes widen at the sight of the new, endowed occupant of the room, and she reads the name on the nurseâs tag, pinned firmly over a set of scrubs thatâs a few sizes too small, and youâre immediately reminded of her earlier threat to kill you with surprising clarity.
âKim Ji Won,â Yeji reads out loud, before suddenly remembering herself, lowering a baseball cap over her eyes and slipping on a surgical mask, hiding her face from view. She turns away, pretending to fuss with the flowers on your bedside table.
âOh!â The nurse exclaims, and youâre starting to feel the walls of what was once a luxurious hospital room start to close in. âI didnât realise you had a guest,â she says, as light and cheerful as ever, âis she perhaps your⌠sister?â
Oh God, Yeji might really kill you after this. âNo, no, no, sheâs myââ
But Nurse JI Won ploughs onwards, having the gall (or lack of a sense of self-preservation) to turn to Yeji, and chat away. âYour brother has been the perfect patient! Me and all the other nurses just canât get enough of him! Heâs such a charmer!â
Yep. Definitely dying. Itâs been a good life.
âOh, oops!â Ji Won giggles, as she somehow drops the clipboard she was holding, sending papers scattering across the floor. âIâm so silly, give me a second to get it together!â
âNo, no, itâs okay you donât need toââ you try, but by now you should know better, ââbend over and pick it up.â
Sheâs already turned away from you, pointing her ass up and straight into the air, performatively picking up the pages one by one, taking her time so you can commit to memory the exact colour of the lacy thong peeking out of her pants.
Itâs so blatant that youâre almost impressed, but compared to the practiced ease of your girlfriend, itâs a pale imitation. Still, your mind canât resist making the comparison, even though thereâs no ass in the world that can hold a candle to Yejiâs cheeks wrapped in sheer nylon.
Look at you, all loyal and shitâeven in the face of all temptation, youâre still a committed boyfriend, through and through.
If only Yeji, who is now evaluating you with a glare as hot as a thousand suns, could know that your mind is filled with thoughts of just her�� even as you're staring at Nurse Ji Wonâs ass.
Youâre dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
âAha, got it!â Ji Won is back on her feet, jumping with a cheer that suggests that maybe she could use a little more support, whilst completely immune to the sudden drop in temperature in the room. Yeji might as well be a ghost to her, the nurse looks only at you, scanning your body, searching for any new injuries that may have popped up since your last check-up.
If only she knew to just come back in an hour.
âIt says here itâs about time to take out your IV!â Ji Won sunnily declares.
Consent isnât a word that seems to exist in this nurseâs vocabulary, and she takes the opportunity to lean real close over you, pressing her ample chest against your side, making sure you get the full feel of her curves as she reaches across to the stand.
Of course, you donât lookâthat would be insane. Instead your eyes are on Yeji, whoâs definitely not looking at the nurse. No, sheâs still boring a hole right through your skull, her hands holding a shredded flower, her knuckles turning white.
âOkay, thatâs all done!â Ji Won chirps, and mercifully removes her breasts from your shoulder. âHey, why are you acting all shy? Youâre usually so much friendlier!â
âOh?â Yeji makes a noise for the first time, and it terrifies you.
But again, the nurse pretends like she doesnât even exist. âLet me check your heartbeat⌠Andââ
âIâm sure itâs all fine and you can leave now, rightââ You try a last-ditch effort to save this poor nurseâs life, but sheâs clearly not taking the hint.
âPerfect as always, Mr. Metronome!â She says, writing down on her clipboard, clearly not noticing the seconds of her remaining lifespan ticking away. âWe always talk about how you must work out so much to have a heart rate so low and consistent, I mean, obviously you doâlook at you!â
You file her comments away as yet another reason your life is about to end, and try to push on, âsoâIâm all good, right?â
âOf course you are,â Ji Won replies, turning the volume right up on the flirtiness, and her eyes flicker over to Yeji before she winks at you. âBut Iâll just double-check everything before I go.â
âNo, I think thatâs enough!â Yeji breaks the conversation with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, and the poor nurse jumps from the sternness of her voice. âYou said heâs fine, he said heâs tired, and so that means you can leave now!â
âOh, heâs tired? Does he need extra pillows, or is there anything I can do to make him more comfortable?â
But Yeji already has her out the door, practically dragging the girl out of the room by her collar of her scrubs. âHeâs fine!â
The door slams behind the nurse, but not before you hear her giggle, âHey, you look familiar!â
An icy silence fills the room once the nurse is gone, thick and tense. Yeji doesnât move for several beats, itâs eerie the way she just stands there, staring at the closed door of your hospital room.
Something clicks in her head, though, and she locks the door, turning back to you, seemingly having made a final decision on your fate.
âSoâŚâ you throw out a feeler, trying your best to move straight past, well, everything. âHowâs the tour going?â
âIs she perhaps your sister?â Yejiâs voice jumps an octave, a perfect imitation of the high-pitched squeak that had just left the room. She turns to you, throwing the cap off her head and tearing the mask off her face. âVomit.â
âI have no idea what that nurse was talking about,â you say, immediately making a case to plead your innocence.
âSo gross!â Her words are dripping with pure disgust, but at least it isnât directed at you (for now, anyway). âThatâs it! Weâre moving hospitals!â
âWhoa, whoa, whoa, calm down.â
âWhat is it with girls like that? Oh, you must work out a lot, I mean obviously you do!â Yeji continues her eerily uncanny impersonation. âSeriously, youâre an adult and youâre doing baby talk? âPerfect as always Mr. Metronome!â
âSheâs just being nice, probably didnât mean anything at all,â itâs a very weak argument youâre making, the only way the nurse could make her intentions more obvious were if she was wearing a bright neon sign that flashed âplease fuck me!â.
âBitch. Shameless! Hitting on my boyfriend in front of me. Acting so cute, so helplessâoops! I dropped my clipboard!â Yejiâs pouting now, fluttering her lashes, mimicking every blatant flirtation Nurse Ji Won had thrown your way.
âReally, weâre doing caricatures now?â
âCarica-what?â Yeji tilts her head to the side, and starts to sway her way over to you, her hips swinging from side to side with an exaggerated bounce. Sheâs playing it up to a T, making sure to sway, shake, to jiggle with each step she takes. âWhat does that word even mean? Itâs such a big word. You must be really smart.â
Yeji settles into the role of the pretty, ditzy nurse far too easily, and her eyes tell you that sheâs enjoying it far too much. For now though, you play along, clearing your throat and putting on your manliest voiceââI have been told I have a rather expansive vocabulary.â
âWow, another big word,â Yejiâs at your bedside again, taking your hand into hers, looking up at you with wide-eyed awe. âOh, youâre just so clever!â She giggles, as her other hand just so happens to come down on your thigh, leaving her free to squeeze and massage your muscles. âAnd so strong too! Do you work out?â
You grit your teeth as Yeji starts to trace her thumb in gentle circles over your skin, all the while staring up at you so innocentlyâsheâs laying it on thick. âSometimesâŚâ
âI can tellâŚâ Yeji continues, her voice trailing off as she runs her hand further up your thigh, light as a feather, but when sheâs looking at you with those eyes and that smile, itâs if sheâs dragging a live wire across your skin. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure as she leans in closer, lets her top hang a little loose, lets you get a peek at the soft swell of her breasts, parts those full, pouty lips of hers, her fingers tracing the contour of your leg as she moves higher and higher and higher, until her fingertips are on yourââUnbelievable! I cannot believe that actually works on you!â
âThatâs unfair!â You shout in surprise, letting go of a breath you hadnât realised you were holding. âYou canât expect me not to react when youâre doing that!â
âUh huh, I bet!â Yeji says, clearly not buying it. âYouâre not at all attracted to the helpless, innocent, bouncy little slut that leans close so you can get a good view of her fat tits?â
âIâll have you know Iâm a singular pair of tits kind of guy.â
âThis bitch,â Yeji curses under her breath, throwing her hands up in frustration. She unfortunately removes her hand from your leg, and plops herself down on your bed (itâs easily big enough for two), stewing in her emotions. You watch each cross her face: concern, jealousy, disbelief, a slight hint of amusement.
âYeji,â you say, getting her attention, snapping her out of her thoughts. âYouâre my girlfriend. Iâm yours. Thatâs that.â
She stares back at you, her eyes light up at the declaration, and she punches your armâyour healthy one, of course. âYou better be.â
Itâs strange, seeing Yeji like thisâso raw, so visibly affected by someone elseâs attention on you. Youâve always thought of her as so strong, so confident, but thereâs something in her possessiveness over you that is making you think about things that should definitely not happen in a hospital.
Fuck it, injuries be damned, without another word, you stretch forward and grab her by the waist, your good hand wrapping around her firmly, pulling her closer to you. She gasps, but doesnât resist, no, she leans into your touch, her body melting into yours as if itâs been starved for affection.Â
You hold her tight, letting her settle into your embrace, and can only laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation youâre in. âYou know, for someone whoâs supposed to be taking care of me, youâre really not helping my blood pressure right now.â
âIâm still mad at you,â Yeji murmurs into your chest, but thereâs no venom in her voice. Instead, itâs filled with something else entirelyâsomething softer, more vulnerable. Her body relaxes against you, and you feel the tension in the room start to dissipate.
âLetâs not pretend that you werenât enjoying acting like a helpless, little slut, Yeji,â you accuse, and Yejiâs cheeks flush a deeper shade of red. âI know you.â
âItâs your fault,â Yeji says, still hiding her face in your chest. âYou and your ridiculous sexy nurse fantasy.â
âItâs a classic,â you shrug, before making an executive decision. âAnd this time, we actually have the right setting for it.â
Yeji looks around the room, shyly biting her lip. Again, all an act, sheâs far too perceptive to not have the same thought on the forefront of her mind. âHere?â
âI saw you lock the door.â You catch the smirk that flashes across Yejiâs face. âYour mind is as filthy as mine, Yeji, Iâm just better at vocalising it.â
âYou think you can read my mind?â
âYou know I can.â You lean in, your mouth finding hers in a soft kiss to prove your pointâyou didnât need to ask to know that this is what sheâs been after the whole time. Your lips find her forehead, âI can read your mindââa kiss on her cheekââyour bodyââand a whisper in her earâ âyour pussy.â
You know youâre right by the hitch in Yejiâs breathing, how she leans into your touch, and when she straddles you without a second thought. Her thighs squeeze down against yours, the fabric of her yoga pants sliding against your hospital gown. Sheâs all soft curves and heat as she settles herself over you, her hands pressing down on your chest to keep herself steady.
âThat nurse really riled you up, didnât she?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â Yeji steals another kiss from you, a moan muffled against your mouth. But yet, thereâs the slight grind of hipsâslow, deliberate friction, unbearable by design. âIâm just here to take care of my helpless boyfriend.â
âYoga pants, Yeji. Again,â you say. âI saw it all. How you just so happened to need to stretch, or bend over, or lean just right,â you tease, even though itâs getting harder and harder to get your words out by the second. âYouâre just as bad as her, only youâre way better at it.â
You kiss her again, this time with more urgency, the type of kiss youâve been dying to give her since she first walked into the room, your tongue slipping into her mouth and tasting minty sweetness on her breath.
âAnd you look way fucking hotter than her when you do it, too.â
A smug smile plays on Yeji's lips as she's kissing you again. âI am the most beautiful woman in Korea.â
âThe world,â you correct her.
âGoes without saying,â she finished. ââExtremely hot girlfriendâ, if I remember correctly?â
âOn fucking fire,â you summarise, and reach out to touch her, needing to feel her, but Yeji stops you placing your hand back on the bed.
She gives you a stern look, and shakes her head. âNo, no, no. Youâre the patient here, remember? Youâre not allowed to do anything,â she says, her voice a mix of playfulness and authority. Yeji leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. âYou have to let the slutty nurse take care of you.â
You see it againâthat switchâand Yeji gets more adventurous, cutting off your breath as she drags her hand down, sliding it under your thin hospital gown, walking her fingers back up your thigh. She stops just shy of your hardened cock, her eyes never leaving yours, revelling in your neediness for her, your want, before finally she takes a hold of you, her grip firm and tight and sure.
Thereâs heat in her palm, and she pulls a moan out of you and into her mouth as she starts to slowly stroke. Itâs the softness of her hand against the growing stiffness of your shaft, her fingertips grazing your skinâyou know you should be more careful, more considerate of where you are, but with Yejiâs touch, all rational thought is lost.
âI bet none of those bitch nurses could make you feel like this.â Yejiâs touch is a masterpiece of precision and passion, each movement calculated, practiced, sheâs rightâsheâs the only one who knows how to touch you in just the perfect way to make you ache. Her fingers dance along your shaft, her grip tightening and loosening in a rhythm that only she can hear.
âI donât even know who youâre talking about.â You groan, playing dumb, your mind filled with nothing but Yejiâs body on top of you, her fingers wrapped around you. âWhat other women?â
Yejiâs eyes narrow, but she canât hold back her smile. âGood answer,â she whispers, rewarding you by moving faster now, each stroke deeper, more deliberate, reading your every reaction to the way she pumps you, timing her fingers with your stuttering breaths.
She likesâlovesâtaking care of you, making you feel good, thereâs a thrill in it for her, knowing that sheâs the one who can make you this vulnerable, this desperate. Her hand moves with confidence, her strokes become more insistent, her gaze hungrier, and she leans forward, pressing herself into your chest, letting you feel the softness of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples through the flimsy fabric of her top.
âDoes this feel good, honey?â She asks, like she doesnât already know the answer, like she canât feel your hips bucking up to meet her touch. "Do you like it when I take care of you?"
You nod, unable to form words, unable to do anything but keep your eyes on Yeji and marvel at just how fucking hot she is on top of you as she strokes you. Her hair falls in soft waves around her face, tickling your neck and cheeks, and her eyesâthose piercing, all-knowing eyesâaffixed to yours, holding you hostage.
âGod, I love this cock,â Yeji murmurs between kisses against your cheek, your jaw, your neck, âso big, so hard⌠All mineâŚâ Sheâs so satisfied, so happy with herselfâwith your cockâher constant praise as much for her as it is for you. âFuck, look how big youâre getting for me, barely fits in my hand.â
âGod, Yeji,â you gasp, struggling to keep together, to keep from losing yourself in the palm of her hand, as each of her strokes, each of her words, keep coming, stroking your cock, your ego, fucking with you completely. âIâm getting closeââ
âNot yet.â Yeji lets you go, leaving you panting, your tortured cock standing tall and missing her attention.Â
Before you can even mount a protest, sheâs sliding up your body, stretching above your head to grab the hospital bed remote, smothering you with the soft mounds of her breasts as she does so. You groan into her, forced to feel the weight of her pressing down on you, the warmth of her skin against yours, teasing you in a way thatâs both infuriating and heavenly.
With a click, the bed whirs into action, reclining back until you're flat on your back, staring directly up at her. She kneels over your head, and thereâs the outline of her pussy through the fabric of her leggings, all swollen and damp and begging for your tongue.
She doesnât have to look to know she has your undivided attentionâshe's pulling her shirt and her top over her head, setting her breasts, ripe and full, bouncing free from their confinement. No bra today (of course she didnât, what would be the fucking point?) and you get a full view of those perfect tits, her dark, pebbled nipples already stiff for you.
âItâs your turn to take care of me.â
Yeji lowers herself onto your waiting mouth, lets out a noise thatâs so needy, so fucking greedy, as your lips meet her heat for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
âFuuuuuuckâŚâ
You kiss, lick, nibble at her, tease her, groan into her thighs, as she urges herself against you, making you breathe in the scent of her sex, so immediately wet for you.
Itâs not nearly enough for either of youâyou need to feel her against your lips, your tongue. You move your hand up her thigh and towards her hip, digging your fingers into her waistband. But Yeji stops you again, and says the four most pleasant words in any language. âJust fucking rip them.â
Thereâs no hesitationâshe lifts her hips off your face, you snake your hand between her legs, take one end of the fabric between your fingers, and another in your teeth: one quick, sharp yank, and you tear. The nylon gives way with a satisfying rip, and Yeji shivers above you as the cool air hits her full, puffy, exposed cunt.
âMmmph, yesssss,â Yeji hisses as you pull her back down onto your lips, shuddering as you kiss that lovely crease where her thigh meets her pelvis, her pleasure vibrating through your own skull. She quivers, shifts, needy for your lips on her naked pussy, and she pleads, âstop teasing⌠I need itâŚâ
You smile against her skin, your breath ghosting over her pussy, making her squirm. "What's the magic word?"
"Now," Yeji says, her voice firm, her thighs so magnificently tense. "The magic word is now."
With that, you give her a long lick, starting from the very bottom of her pussy and moving upward, tasting every millimetre of her juicy cunt, tracing the entire length of her slit, ending with an indulgent flick of her clit.
âFuuuuuuuuck,â Yeji cries out, shivering, falling apart as your tongue finds that sweet spot, her thighs tightening around your neck. Her hands come down to either side of your head, her fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in place as she starts to rock back and forth, setting her own rhythm, matching her hips with the pace of your tongue. âGod, youâre so fucking good at that, always so fucking good at that.â
Sheâs whining, so, so desperate, so pleading, and youâre eager as you taste her, explore her, will her to come apart in your mouth. Youâre taking generous licks, tongue dancing around her clit, teasing it, testing her full vocal range as she cries out your name
âOh, please, please baby, fucking please.â Sheâs getting wetter and wetter, coating your tongue, your lips, your chin. âI missed this,â she gasps, grinding herself against your tongue, all desperation and utter awe. âMissed you making me feel so fucking good.â
You look up, up at her as she rides your face, sheâs so fucking breathtaking. Her body tensing around you and on top of youâso tight, so firmâchiselled abs honed by decades of dancing, that gorgeous curve of her waist leading up to her perky, petite tits, so lovely, bouncing with every gasp she takes.
"I'm so wet for you, honey, so fucking wet," Yeji whimpers, âyou always make me so fucking wetâI canâtâah!â
A sharp inhale, you suck her clit into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the sensitive nub. Sheâs moaning so fucking loud, so unrestrained, echoing through the hospital room and down the hallways, loud enough to let every nurse on the floor know exactly how fucking good it feels to be on top of you. Her hips jerk, she canât control her own body now, and you know sheâs getting closer and closer, determined to ride your tongue right to the end.
Just looking at her is all it takes for youâseeing her so damn horny, so satisfied sets you on edge, needing something, anything to take your cock and match her euphoria.
âDo you want me to help you out, baby?â Yejiâs reading your mind. You groan and affirmative into the folds of her cunt, and in an instant, you go from being smothered by her juices to being faced with the full, perfect tautness of her ass.
She makes it look so easy, so graceful, lifting herself off your face and spinning around to this new positionâface down, ass up.
A second later and your wishes are grantedâyour cock, so heavy with need, standing neglected and alone is met by Yejiâs soft, warm lips, kissing the very tip of you, tasting the drops of pre-cum thatâs already leaking out of you.
âLet me make you feel better,â is all Yeji saysâjust one light kiss, a whisper into your cock, and she dives onto you, swallowing your cock whole. Itâs far too much, far too quickly, youâre out of breath and ready to tap out as her warm, wet mouth envelopes your whole rod in one, smooth suck.
Her tongue swirls around you, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, she takes you deeper and deeper, until youâre buried down her throat. You throb inside her, her throat muscles contracting back around you, and you canât help but thrust up into her mouth, seeking more, needing more.
âYeji!â You cry out her name on reflex as she takes you in, her hands digging into your thighs as she works her mouth up and down, bobbing, taking you deep and noisily, smacking her lips, sloshing her tongue. Whatever pain you had lingering from your arm, your head, or your ribs, itâs all forgottenâthereâs only Yeji, and her exquisite lips, doing everything she can to wring every drop of pleasure out from your body.
It's too much, too intense, and youâve been on the edge since she first grabbed a hold on you. This canât end now, not when sheâs sucking you so hard, practically worshipping your cock. You need a distractionâpull her hips back, gently, firmly, push that beautiful ass back into your face and indulge in her again.
âMmmphâ!â Yeji moans into you as your tongue meets her cunt, the sound reverberating down your shaft and right into your brain.
And now itâs a competitionâyou push through her pussy with her tongue, feel her walls tightening around you. Sheâs pushing back into you, grinding down on you, making sure you get the full flavour of her cunt, her ass, every inch of her on your taste buds.
Sheâs more frantic now, moving faster, sloppier on your cock as you push her closer and closer to climax. Her tongue slides against you, her cheeks hollow out around you, she drools and dribbles down your shaftâitâs messy and wet and absolutely fucking amazing.
But you canât let her win, not this time. You double down on your efforts, suctioning your lips over her clit and start rapidly flicking your tongue, setting a relentless pace that you know will make her crumble. She tries her best to keep up, to keep going, but sheâs a mess of sucking and moaning and quivering all over your face and on your cock.
Yeji works her tongue, her lips, her mouthâshe makes sure you know itâs all yours. But then, after taking you all the way to the back of her throat, your cock pops out of her mouth with a wet smack, and she lets out a cry of pure, unbridled ecstasy. âFuck, I canât, I canât, Iâm gonnaâFUCK!â
She collapses, bent over and prone, only her ass rocking and grinding against your face as she utterly, completely falls apart, ruined by just your tongue, ruined by the orgasm youâre giving her.
âSo goodâGodâfuckâkeep going, keep going, keep going!â Yejiâs voice is a chant, a prayer that youâre more than happy to answer. Sheâs shaking, her pussy pulsing against your face as you lick and suck at her clit, clouding your mind with the heady mix of sweetness and desire that has you hooked. Sheâs lost, given up and given over to you now, her moans becoming screamsââyour tongue, your fucking tongueâgah!â
Her body geos rigid, locking up as she hits that wonderful peakâbut youâre not ready to stop. You keep licking, keep pushing through wave after wave of pleasure that crash over her, not giving a second of rest. Her juices flood your mouth and you swallow greedily, drinking her in like itâs the only medicine you need.
âFuckâfuckâfuckâfucking making me feel so goodâGod!â
Nothing fucking matters, all you know is Yeijâs cunt is on your tongue and her ass is in your face, and your only job is to keep licking her to her core, until she finally goes slack, crumbling on top of you.
She stays like that, her legs shaking like sheâs just run a marathon, her nipples squashed against your chest, her gasps hot and ragged against your thigh. You can feel the staccato of her heart, and you hold her close, massaging her lower back as she does her best to catch her breath.
And yet, there you are, still throbbing, still so fucking hard and delirious with your need for her touch.
Thereâs no point in hiding it, sheâs so close you can feel her breath on your cock, your close enough to poke her eye out with how hard you are.
âSomeoneâs feeling left out,â she says, as if sheâs not entirely to blame. âIs that for me?â
âYou know it is,â you respond, far weaker, more pleading than you intended.
A gentle, torturous kiss against your thigh, and youâre just about ready to explode in her face. âThen I guess as your dutiful, loving, girlfriend, I better do something about it.â
Itâs so easy for herâone moment sheâs exhausted, out of breath on top of you, the next sheâs fully recovered, back on top and mounting you, facing you as she smears the tip of your cock with her wetness.
You try to sit up, eager to get straight to it, straight to fucking her like you need to, but her hands are on your shoulders and sheâs pushing you back down.
âLie down, baby,â she hushes you, pressing you down onto the mattress. âJust enjoy this.â
Her eyes narrow as she drinks in the sight of you, bursting with anticipation as she lowers her pussy onto your cock. Itâs a special kind of torment, one that makes your hips buck involuntarily, so impatient to feel her warmth again.
But she takes her sweet time, and itâs only when sheâs close enough, she bends down, mouth hovering over yours. Your eyes drift shut, and you wait for that soft contact of her lips, but it doesnât come.
Instead, she whispers, "I've got you," and you feel the warm, velvety embrace of her cunt as she takes you in, inch by agonising inch.
Fully seated, her walls close around you, and thatâs when she kisses you hard, her tongue pushing past your lips and into your mouth with the same aching hunger of her cunt around your cock.
She tastes so damn good, feels incredibleâitâs been too long, and you want nothing but to grab her, hold her and slam her hips down onto yours and drive deeper into her, but your body wonât cooperate.
You can only lay there as she starts to move, her hips rocking back and forth, slowly, intentionally, having you seeing stars. And then, just when you think you canât take it anymore, she lifts herself up off your cock, and in one swift motion, sinks herself straight back down, whispering âholy fuck yesssâ against your lips.
She needs time to get used to you, used to your cock filling her whole again. âThis fucking cock,â she bites your lip as she rides you, âalways so big, always so perfect.â
Yeji has to take it slow, has to let her pussy stretch around you, adjust to you, before she can start to ride you, to fuck you like she really wants to. And she does want toâwants to claim you, erase any doubt about who is the one person that can fuck you like you deserve to beâso, so much.
Each movement down the length of your cock is faster than the one before, each moan into your mouth hotter, each clench of her cunt around yours so much tighter, until sheâs fucking you in earnestâharder, faster.
âSo thick, so, so, riiiiight,â Yeji groans.âIâve missed this, needed this.â
Sheâs riding you like sheâs been waiting for this forever, like this might be the last time, bouncing her ass up and down, her eyes hooded with lust, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face, her nipples swinging every time your hips meet.
âWhen you get better, honey, I need you to fuck me real hard,â Yeji whispers in your ear, her breath hot and tickling, thick with lust, her tight cunt milking you, keeping you on the edge of insanity. âBut Iâll take care of you for now, Iâll take care of this cockâfuck I love itâI love youâI love that youâre mine.â
âYouâre mine too, Yeji,â you groan back to her.
âThatâs rightâI belong to you and you belong to me,â Yeji punctuates her point with a hard slam of her cunt down onto your cock. "You're My. Fucking. Boyfriend."
Sheâs getting faster and faster now, picking up her pace, like she needs to prove something, to herself, to you, to the entire fucking hospital.
âThose other bitches canât ride you like I doâcanât fuck you like I do,â Yejiâs panting, each word fucked out of her, coming out like a proud battle cry. Sheâs right, youâre sure of itâno one else can make you feel this way, no one else can take you, claim you like she can. Sheâs lost in it now, lost in the heat and the friction, her whole body consumed by a burning desire to show you just how good she is at this.
Yeji leans back, sitting upright, giving herself better leverage to bounce on your cock, giving you a better view of her bodyâall perfectly sculpted edges and soft curvesâand those fucking perky tits. Theyâre stunning, just like the rest of her, and you reach for them on instinct, cupping the soft mounds, feeling the weight of them in your palm. Her nipples are so hard, erect, begging for your touch, and you donât want to disappointâcould neverâso you pinch and twist them, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pussy tighten around you as she cries out.
âNo one can take this big fucking cock like I canâdown my throat, in my cunt.â Itâs a declarationâloud and proud, for every single person in the hospital to know.
âJealous?â You grunt out the word, hoarse, rough. âThinking about me fucking other woman like I fuck you? Making them screamâmaking them cum as hard as Iâm about to make you?â
You can see the twist in Yejiâs face, how her pupils dilate as your words sink in. Thereâs a war playing out on her face, jealousy and desire, the mere thought of you fucking other woman making her pussy spasm around you. âOh, fuck you! You would ruin them, honey, they wouldnât be able to take you. Or is that what you want to hear? Some cute bitch screaming: âoh baby, oh please, oh daddy, I canât take itâI canât take this big fucking cock!ââ
Thereâs truth in the mockery, and thereâs a dark thrill in Yejiâs jealousy. But nowâs not the time for anything (or anyone) else but herâyouâre too close, too far gone, your cock throbbing with the need to spill into her.
âOnly I can take it, itâs mine, mine, mine.â Sheâs soaking you, so needy, so deep, so fucking filthy as she whines over your cock. âYou better keep fucking meâonly meâor I will make your life hell.â
âShow me then,â you challenge her, and you can see something flash across her eyesâsomething primal, something rough.
âIâm yours,â she declares again, riding you in a way that can only be described as pure art, her whole body moving in perfect harmony with a singular goalâto be absolutely wrecked by your cock. âAll yours, nobody elseâs. And youâre mine.â
It takes one hard pump into her tight, sweaty body and sheâs falling into you, her body pressed on top of you, her forehead pressed against yours. Itâs electric, the connection between your bodies, a jolt of pleasure surging through your cock and her cunt until all that matters is the feel of her fucking you like her life depends on it.
Itâs love at every thrust, every gasp and moan. Nothing but Yeji on top of you, her soft skin pressed against you, her heartbeat racing against yours, her wetness coating your cock like a silk glove. Not just pleasure, youâre claiming each otherâsheâs whispering it in your ear, whispering your name like a promise, a declaration of war against anyone who would dare to come between you.
âFuuuck.â Yeji bites down on your shoulder, digs her nails in your skin, squeezes her pussy around you like a vice. âIâm gonna do it again,â she mewls, âthis cockâyour beautiful cockâis gonna make me cum all over again.â
Sheâs chasing that precious feeling, desperate for it, her hips moving in erratic circles, determined to bring you with her. You can feel it too, the beginnings rising from the base of your cock, the tension in your balls. You want to hold on, to make this last, but at this point itâs like trying to hold back a tidal wave.
âGiveâfuckâgive me more!â Yejiâs eyes are squeezed shut; her mouth open in a silent scream as she grinds down on you, her body trembling with the effort to keep her balance. You can see the tension in every line of her body, how her abs clench, her toes curl. It's like watching a live wire, and you're the one holding the current. "Nobody can fuck me like you doâfuckânobody can take you like I can!"
You wrap your arm around her shoulder, holding her tight, wrenching control from her, making her prove her words with every forceful thrust. Youâre going to be in pain later, but fuck all thatâYejiâs so wet, so tight, so fucking hotâsheâs a force of nature, and youâre just the lucky fuck that gets to be in the eye of the storm.
âYouâre going to cum in me, now, okay? Iâm going to cum so fucking hard and then youâre going to cum right inside me.â Yejiâs completely given herself over to you, letting you fuck her, use her, sheâs all yours anyway. âFuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!â
And then sheâs there, her cunt gripping you like a fist, her walls pulsing and quivering around you. Yejiâs eyes fly open, her gaze locks onto yours, and sheâs cumming hard.
Her orgasm rips through her body, sheâs choking your cock with pussy, muscles tightening and release in a painful rhythm, and all she can do is shake and cry out every filthy word she knows, every sweet noise she can make as she spills and creams and comes apart on top of you.
âItâs too much,â Yejiâs barely holding on, panting incessantly, âtoo-fucking-muchâtoo-fucking-much!â
The way she looks, the way she fucks, the way she cumsâitâs a thing of beauty, an absolute fucking honour to witnessâevery twitch, every shiver, every gasp that falls from her swollen lips. Her nails pierce your skin, her teeth threaten to draw blood, her eyes wide and wild as her climax crashes over her.
âPlease-please-fucking-please!â
But she doesnât stop. If anything, sheâs becoming more insistent, more urgent, fucking back against you again, her hips moving in a blur, taking you like a woman possessed. Sheâs pleading for you, pleading for you to give in, to let go, to follow her into bliss. Yejiâs a woman on a missionâto make you feel her, to make you fill her and you realise that maybe this isnât just about jealousy anymoreâitâs about making you know in every fibre of your being that your cum belongs in her cunt and her cunt only.
"Give it to me," Yeji demands, âI need you toâpleaseâfuckâcum in me!â
Every wordâs a trigger, sending you spiralling over the edge. Itâs been building for an eternity now, an unbearable pressure needing to find a home in Yejiâs scorching, sopping wet pussy.
âKiss meâI need you toâneed to tasteâfuckâpleaseâkiss me now!â
Thereâs nothing left to do but obey, bringing your hand to the back of her neck and pulling her down into a fierce, bruising kiss. Your mouths crash together, your tongues dance and entangle, your teeth clash, and all the while Yejiâs clenching around you, cunt contracting in an effort to keep you still, keep you together.
âFill me.â
A final, triumphant spear into her and your goneâreleasing, spurting your cum deep inside herâso hard, so hot, so intense, emptying everything, all of you, every last drop into her greedy pussy.
âYesssssssâthisâthis is what I needed.â Yeji hums a satisfied note into your collarbone, so full, so complete, so content. Sheâs still slowly rocking her hips back and forth, still pulsing around you, milking you dry. âI feel soâŚfull.â
She dissolves into a puddle in your arms, nuzzling her head into the crook of your neck. Your hand finds its way to her back, tracing gentle circles, rubbing away the tension thatâs been built up, the strain sheâs put her body through.
Sheâs warm, she's so alive, and you can feel her heart beating against your chest, a stilted, hurried rhythm that's gradually slowing down. You kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, anywhere you can reach without having to strain yourself. Itâs a gentle reassurance, making sure that for all the fucking and the filthiness, she knows that no matter what happens, youâre there to make sure sheâs okay.
Yeji whispers an âI love you,â her words like a balm to your soul. âI really, really, fucking love you, you know?â
âI know, Yeji,â you say, low enough for only her to hear. âI really, really, fucking love you too.â
Thereâs still the embers of your shared climax resonating through your bodies, the come down from an epic high thatâs left the two of you a tangled mess of limbs and hospital sheets. You both lay there, Yejiâs pussy still spasming around your cock, your cum and her juices dribbling down and pooling between your bodies.Â
âI was really worried about you.â Yeji whispers, vulnerable. The admission hangs in the air above you, a stark reminder of the fear and insecurity thatâs been simmering just beneath the surface. âWhen they called me, I thoughtâIâI fucking hated that feeling.â
âIâm sorry,â you say. Itâs all there is left to say.
âAnd I am really pissed about these nurses,â Yeji adds with a deadly seriousness, that only makes you smile. âIâm moving you to another hospital as soon as I can.â
âWe just might have to after this,â you murmur, stroking her hair as you catch your breath. âNo way they didnât hear any of that.â
âGood.â Yeji declares, a little too intensely, too smugly.
You look down at her and canât help but chuckle. âWell arenât you all happy and copacetic now?â
Yeji looks back at you, pauses, and then grins. âCopa-what-tic?â
You can only roll your eyes. âCopacetic.â
âWow,â Yeji starts, her voice back up an octave, laced with sickly sweetness. âSuch a big, complicated word. Youâre so smart.â
âUh huh.â
âAnd these muscles too! Look at you all pumped and sweaty. Have you been working out?â Yeji teases, her cheeks still flushed a bright pink shade. She reaches down to give your bicep a gentle squeeze, mouthing an exaggerated âwowâ in amazement of its size.
âI did just finish a pretty intense workout. Mightâve even got another concussion from having my brains fucked out.â
âIn that case, as your nurse itâs my responsibility to get you good and clean.â Yejiâs kissing you again, soft and slow. âCome on now, let me give you a good, nice scrub.â
âIs this going to be a reciprocal thing, you wash my back, I wash yours?â
âWhy donât you come with me and find out?â Yeji slides off your cock, peeling herself off your sticky body, and lifts herself up and off the bed.
You watch as she stretches, her body a glorious mess of grace and sweat and cum, and for a moment youâre just in awe of her. Sheâs glowing, and sheâs not even trying.
âArenât you going to join me?â Yeji winks, already sauntering away from you and towards the bathroom, her hips swaying, her ass calling for you with each perfect bounce. âItâs time for some serious physical therapy. Nurseâs orders.âÂ
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duke au angst, but kĂśnig isnât a knight. Heâs either not in it and reader just sinks into a pit of depression and withdrawals so much that rumours start speculation around the ton that reader is either dead or murder and it starts to take a toll on john reputation (they start going after why him, simon, johnny and kyle are so close) or a kĂśnig is an Austrian duke/way closer to royalty and when heâs over for business with John and/or simon, he and the reader hit it off (much to the boys dismay) and reader plans on leaving without a word, leaving nothing more than a vague letter that details why and a set of divorce papers (helped achieved by kĂśnig) and by the time they realise their mistake readers already living the high life in austria
âŚ.okay but the first oneâs got me downright obsessed, anon đŠ second one too and i feel like i will absolutely end up caving and writing it later but for now, have this!
Angst dukedom post
Non-angst dukedome post(no konig in this one)
No but seriously, there is only so much you can take. Between everyoneâs dismissal of you, the lack of any meaningful company, the loneliness- it was only a matter of time before you just⌠canât do it anymore.
The change, though it starts slow, is impossible to hide. You stop having dinner with John, finding no solace in the taste of lukewarm, half-heartedly prepared food. You tell yourself itâs not worth it- the stilted conversations, the empty looks, the way his eyes always drift to anything but you. Heâs too busy sharing hidden glances with Kyle, exchanging quiet touches with Johnny when he hand delivers the food, speaking to Simon with an intensity that has never been for you.
You stop attending the endless galas and balls you are meant expected to attend as the Duchess. You withdraw from the tea parties, from every suffocating event where you were paraded as nothing more than an ornament on Duke Priceâs arm. You withdraw from the public eye itself.
Instead, you drift through the duchy, through the rooms that are suddenly empty when you arrive. You drift to and fro, in a haze of lonelinthat and slow-setting exhaustion.
The maids whispered of you before, but it used to be out of your earshot; now, you can hear them clearly, none of them afraid of being punished when not even your own husband can stand your sight. They mutter about how sickly you look, how your eyes are dull and lifeless.
Sheâs wasting away.
Maybe itâs for the best.
No one can love someone who fades into the walls.
But of course, the whispers arenât just within the duchy. Rumors ripple out beyond the duchyâs walls-
The Duchess has gone mad, they say. Locked away by her husband, for her own good.
She ran away in the dead of night, they say. Couldnât bear her husbandâs coldness. Maybe he drove her to it.
Heâs always with Duke Riley, isnât he? Or the butler. Or the chef.
Poor thing. No wonder she vanished.
All of it gnaws and bites at Johnâs reputation, at yours, but he never comes to you and it doesnât surprise you at all. He would rather find a way to bury it all then simply check on you. The facade has always been more important, and he keeps it with half-hearted excuses half-believed by some and dismissed by others.
But they are relentless, and soon they taint every interaction he has. No one meets him without a hint of suspicion in their eyes. How much of it is true, they seem to ask. What did you do to her? Is she really gone? She was a good woman, how could you do that to her? There is more scrutiny now on the time he spends with Simon, with Kyle, with Johnny. He starts to avoid public events himself, unwilling to face the relentless gossip that hangs over him now like a dark cloud.
Eventually, you stop dressing for the day, leaving your hair unkempt, your gowns crumpled and out of style. No one comes to check on you, the maids happy at having less work, and you tell yourself that you prefer it that way. No eyes to judge. No lips to lie. The solitude is nothing new, even if itâs never been this severe before.
Time blurs, too. You stop looking at the newspapers when they stop being delivered. The days mean nothing when every morning brings only a new kind of numbness, and some days you spend entirely in bed, too tired to even think about taking a step outside.
Yet, even with your noticeable absence, nothing changes. No one knocks on your door, not even once. No one checks to see if youâre eating, breathing, surviving. You feel so achingly lonely.
John doesnât approach you once. You have become a specter, more distant than ever. And though he and the others feel a creeping sense of guilt- Kyle finds himself lingering outside your door, only to turn away with clenched fists; Johnnyâs jokes die in his throat when he hears your name; Simon stares at the spot you used to take during the dinners and lunches heâd join; John stares at the very few portraits of you that line the walls and wonders how heâd even go about approaching you- none of them move to truly mend the gaping distance between you. They regret their neglect, but they do not know how to fix it. Or maybe they are simply too late.
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That's our baby hero
Protective Amity Park Au but maybe not like you would think?
Danny's identity wasn't as hidden as Sam, Tucker, Jazz and him thought. His identity was an open secret, in fact his whole town knew that Danny was their hero Phantom, well everyone but his oblivious parents but they were a case of their own. The thing was his entire town knew about his oh so big secret identity and that he was the one trying to save them from ghosts 90% of the time as well as from his own parents crazy inventions at times.
Dash shoving him into lockers like a bully? Danny didn't look good and Dash tried in crude ways to give him reasons to skip classes to rest. It also later was a good move to hide him from snoopy government agents also known as the Guys in White or GIW for short. Really his bullying played perfectly into him finding creative ways to get Danny to skip classes for rest.
Valerie hunting him and other ghosts? Well she was hunting him in the very beginning, but then it became an attempt to make him stop fighting the ghosts on their behalf but in the end it turned into her trying her best to be the support to him that Sam and Tucker couldn't be in a fight. Let alone taking 'night shifts' from him so Danny could get at least a good nights rest every now and then.
Sam's parents the Mansons? Sure they didn't like him that much from the start anyway but most of their anger later stemmed from the danger their daughter was willingly get into to help their reckless teenhero that shouldn't be a hero at his age anyway. Let alone shoulder the responsible for their entire town at the age of 14.
Tuckers parents? They were glad any time Danny stayed over with their son, even attempting to subtitle convince the boys to have more sleepovers at their home. Surely being a hero with ghost powers and living in a house of ghost hunting parents wasn't easy on Danny. They were glad that they could give him some peace at their home. They willingly ignored it when Danny showed up late night in Tuckers room, getting patched up by their son.
The entire town apparently hating him with all these negative newspapers and comments? All fake in a desperate attempt to get the 14 years old teenager with a bad sleeping schedule and powers to stop risking his damned life, half-life. Surely if they appeared not thankful the kid would get the hint and stop playing hero. Like seriously he was a kid! Who's bright idea was it to let a kid fight these dangerous appearing ghosts?! Oh right the poor kids parents were incompetent when it came to ghost hunting and it wasn't like they could just up and do it without destroying the kids confidence. Plus the GIW were no help either.
Vlad becoming Mayor was not exactly their plan but they thought maybe they could use that as some help to convince Danny more that he didn't need to play hero for them just because he got powers now. That didn't turn out like they hoped and THAT plan was dismissed quickly. Especially when the GIW showed up. They learned their lesson sort of quickly after that, at least when it came to people from out of Amity did not mean well.
Lancer, at first when Danny first showed up as Phantom, had attempted to get into contact with the Justice League several times, so that Danny would actually get the professional help he needed and get some sleep at night as well as the time he needed for his schooling so that heroing wouldn't be the only career path he would be forced into. The additional point of getting the kid training too for his powers was also very tempting, there are only so many chemical breakers they could allow the him to break before they HAD to sort of ban him from touching them again.
But when the GIW appeared in their town they stopped trying to reach the Justice League. Suspecting that that was the answer they sent in regards to their SOS calls. Amity Parks protectiveness over their teenheroes that sacrificed to much skyrocketed. They started to sabotage the Agents subtitle. Always working within the limits of the orders and finding the loop holes.
"Oh but we did comply, not our fault that you guys tripped and let Phantom escape."
"Wupp, sorry I got that from the Fentons for self defence, but it looks like I need to work on my aim."
"I am so sorry, my car is stuck! See my tire is popped I can't get out of your vans way."
The fact that Amity Parks weather report was more a report on the ghosts, the Fenton parents and the GIW was all a tactic for them all to keep each other informed so they could execute any step to ensure their -by now- towns sweethearts safety. Even if they still tried to turn the poor kid away from being a hero with all the unnecessary mean comments and articles.
So when one day a hero from the Justice League showed up it was predictable that they all were suspicious of it. Even more so when that hero came with a bunch of teenage heroes. Apparently they were here to investigate a bunch of ignored calls one of the teenheroes found in their call logs. Some of the adults eyed Lancer who in turn was glaring at the heroes fessed up, he hadn't attempted to call them ever since they decided to sent the GIW into their town. Which apparently was more of a cover as these heroes showed an interest in the Fentons research of Ectoplasm pretty quickly.
Well now Batman and his flock of bats and birds were confronted with a very unhappy town that was apparently very protective of their hero and 'accidentally' continued to manage to block them from making contact with said teenhero. And who where these Guys in white suits that tried to suck it up to Batman? Better question why was the entire town suddenly hostile towards them when they started to look into the Fenton Family that had a connection to Lazarus Water?
Meanwhile Danny is confused by his towns newfound favouritism towards Batman and his entourage and how whenever he went to find out what was that about everyone seems to deflect. Even Sam, Tucker and Jazz were confused by what was going on!
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My thoughts about the Trump assassination attempt
After having a few hours to process this whole thing and see reactions from across the political spectrum, I'm having some thoughts and some feelings.
First off, as I said earlier, Trump is a fucking boss. Take anyone who ran for president in the last 20 years, put them in that exact situation, and I don't think a single one responds by raising his fist and snarling in defiance and righteous anger. They run. They cry. They keep their heads down and the first statement you h ear from them is hours later filtered through 20 different speech writers. Today proved to me that, whatever else he may be, Trump is a genuine bad ass. He's exactly the person I want at the end of a sword pointed the United States. Because he's going to have a sword of his own pointed right back, and he's not going to run and hide when it comes time to use it.
Second, the modern left is full of monsters. The amount of people screaming and crying because this assassination attempt failed actually sickens me. It's one thing to have fantasies about easy solutions to the things that scare you. Hell, I'm not innocent. I've thought about how much better things might be if this politician was no longer around or this activist group got axed. But one of the things I did today was think about how I would feel if the assassin succeeded. And then I thought about how I'd feel if someone took a shot at Biden and he didn't survive. Neither thought gave me any good feelings. Obviously I'd be more upset if Trump died, but today showed me that I don't want us to start down the path of shooting political leaders. But too many people on the left, people who should know better, at least enough to hide their true feelings, have no problem publicly wishing Trump was dead right now. That assassinating presidential candidates was a legitimate tactic--but only against the politicians they don't like, of course.
Fuck that.
Fuck them.
America is better than that. Americans are better than that. We're not some third world shithole like Mexico. We're the greatest country in the world. We're the last bastion of representative government. The last place in the world where freedom exists. And it's time we started acting like it.
Third, I ain't got no time for conspiracy theories. Sorry guys, but this wasn't staged and this wasn't a CIA hitman. Unless real, hard evidence comes out otherwise, you won't ever get me to believe any of the nonsense I've seen floated around. Don't be so lost in the true things the media has dismissed as "conspiracy theories" that you immediately jump to the most conspiratorial explanations first for everything that happens. It's lame and cringe and a lot of people I've seen seriously putting these theories forward should know better. I know we're in our emotions right now, but keep your heads.
Fourth, my heart breaks for the families of the people who were hit with the bullets meant for President Trump. But that's the kind of evil we're facing. Whoever did this decided that the idea of a Trump presidency was so awful that they were okay with shooting innocent people just to stop him. And this is after he was already president and none of the things the media is fear mongering about happened during his first term. Those people just wanted to see a man speak. To have some hope for the future. And some piece of shit shot them because he didn't like a presidential candidate. Or worse, because the TV made him scared.
Fifth, fuck the media. You think you hate them enough, but you don't. The media is the driving force behind our enemies, and there's no such thing as a good journopig. They're all lying propagandists. We just like some of them because their propaganda occasionally hits on the truth.
And that's all I got. None of this is organized, none of this is proofread. These are just the thoughts I've been wrestling with for the past few hours. This is the only place I can get them all down without being interrupted or feeling like I need to censor myself. Do with them what you will.
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Not Work Day (Aitana BonmatĂ x Reader)
Summary: Aitana and you spend a rare day off together.
A/N: This is just a silly little story I thought of a while ago and finally wrote in hopes of getting into more of a writting mood again. So many ideas and so little ability to put them on 'paper' lately...
I hope you enjoy this one! :)
Dating a professional football player wasnât always easy. Whenever you mentioned that to anyone they usually assumed you referred to your girlfriend having to travel a lot or the lack of days off together because of conflicting schedules, or the interest the nosey media and even nosier public had in your relationship.
And sure, all of these things could be tricky at times, but there was something else that was even harder to bear; seeing your girlfriend being worked to the ground with almost no time to recuperate properly. Before you started dating Aitana you had never thought much about it, now it haunted you during the days and disturbed your dreams.
Every new injury you heard about made your stomach drop, always wondering the same thing, what if next time it would be your girlfriend going down with some horrible injury? The guilt always followed close behind, with your berating yourself for being happy in any capacity that someone else got hurt.
More often than not it was a struggle to watch Aitanaâs games. You had a tendency to clench every single muscle in your body until the final whistle was blown, and you could be sure that nothing bad had happened.
For a while you did your best to keep these concerns to yourself, not wanting to make Aitana worry about you unnecessarily. Convinced that if you just wanted it enough, you would get over this.
You should have known that your girlfriend would catch on; she was too perceptive not to notice it, too concerned about your well-being to miss it.
When she did you explained somewhat reluctantly what was bothering you; the last thing you wanted was for your girlfriend to feel guilty. This wasnât her fault at all and she shouldnât feel bad about playing the sport she loved.
Despite your best efforts to downplay it, the first thing you saw in Aitanaâs eyes once you finished your explanation was guilt. Most likely because you were looking for that emotion specifically, but in that moment you couldnât think rationally like this. You were about to apologize, try and take it back somehow, when she asked you one simple question.
âIs there anything we can do to make you feel better about it?â
Up until that point it had never occurred to you to think about possible ways to make the situation easier for yourself. Usually your thoughts had been centered around scolding yourself for being such a worrywart. It made you oddly emotional that Aitana took you this seriously and didnât dismiss your concerns.
Neither of you found a satisfying answer to the question that night, but over time you came up with something that helped, a tradition that you called ânot work daysâ.Â
On one of these ânot work daysâ you were awoken by Aitana trying to get up. Without opening your eyes you reached out to grab her wrist and pull her back into bed. You were met by some resistance, forcing you to open your eyes and scowl at the brunette.
âHey, you work or not work?â You asked, leaving no room for interpretation what the correct answer was.
Aitana rolled her eyes at you, but relented, snuggling back into you much to your delight. You wrapped your arms around her and buried your face in her shoulder.
âIâm never going to be free of that stupid phrase, am I?â She grumbled.
âNope,â you agreed, âAnd now hush, itâs way too early to be up on a not work day.â
You felt some lingering tenseness in your girlfriendâs body, apparently she wasnât fully ready yet to commit to resting some more. It was time to pull out your magic weapon; you began gently tracing small circles in the space between Aitanaâs eyebrows. It worked like a charm. Within seconds the brunette fell back asleep and you let yourself drift off as well.
The next time you woke up it was on your own accord, like you hoped it would be. Usually when you managed to get your girlfriend back to sleep she didnât wake up again until late in the morning. In your mind a clear indication that the Spaniard needed this extra rest.
You allowed yourself to linger in bed a little longer to hold Aitana in your arms and watch her sleep. It was rare for her to be still if she was awake, always moving around, busy with one thing after another.
Mostly the midfielder loved it and was happy with her life, but sometimes it became all too much. She had confided in you a while back that being with you had helped her to finally find a healthy balance in her life. That was without a doubt the biggest compliment anyone had ever given you.
After a few more minutes you placed a soft kiss on your girlfriendâs forehead, before carefully extracting yourself and moving to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Breakfast in bed was a staple of the not work days..
You hummed happily to yourself while you made an omelet, mixed a smoothie and cut up some cherry tomatoes. And of course you couldnât forget about the coffee! When everything was ready you walked back to the bedroom, ready to wake up Aitana with some gentle cuddles.
However, your plan was thwarted. You opened the door and instantly spotted your girlfriend on her cell phone. This in itself wasnât a problem, but the way she had crunched up her nose and her eyebrows were knitted together, revealed to you that she was most likely looking at something work related. She looked too stressed for this to be anything else.
âWhat are you doing?â You demanded, âThis is a not work day!â
You expected the Catalan to smile at you apologetically, instead a huge grin appeared on her face and she turned her phone around. It took a moment until you realized why she had done that; your girlfriend was recording the entire interaction and apparently she thought this was hilarious.
âHaha, very funny,â you grumbled, âI really thought you were working already.â
âI know, you should have seen your face,â Aitana replied between laughter, âOh wait, you can. Come over here, mi amor.â She patted the bed next to her, but you remained standing. You would have crossed your arms, but the breakfast tray was stopping you from doing so.
âDonât be like that, mi amor. Iâm only giving back what youâve been handing out. Or do I have to remind you how often youâre sending me that stupid âYou work or not workâ video? How you even added some cute animal pictures to the beginning of it, so I wouldnât recognize right away what clip it is? You violated the sanctity of cute animal pictures!â
The midfielder sounded so scandalized by this that you couldnât help but crack a smile. You shuffled over to the bed, leaning over to give your girlfriend a good morning kiss. Just like you hoped this successfully distracted her from the stupid video she had recorded because you had no interest in watching it. You were admittedly better at teasing than being teased.
âSo whatâs the plan for today?â Aitana asked, tucking into her breakfast. âThis is so good by the way.â
âNo plans, we just do whatever you want to do,â you responded, deliberately ignoring her praise. Dealing with compliments also wasnât one of your strengths.
âWhatever I want?â The Catalan asked with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes. âEverything thatâs within the rules of not work days,â you clarified.
âBut coming up with ideas is work too,â your girlfriend complained.
âMy poor baby! Okay, here are some ideas; we can bundle up on the couch and watch a movie, we can make cookies, we can take a walk in the rainâŚâ
âYes! Letâs take a walk in the rain,â Aitana interrupted, her choice surprising you. The midfielder wasnât known for liking the rain, in fact she made no secret of how much she hated the rain.
âReally?â You double-checked.
Your girlfriend nodded, âYeah, you made it sound so romantic a few days ago. Both of us under one umbrella, the rain pattering on it, huddling close together for warmth. Sounds like a movie scene.â
âOkay then, letâs do it.â
The two of you got ready, Aitana putting on much more clothes than you. Normally you would tease your girlfriend about it, but you didnât want to risk her remembering the video she had taken earlier.
In the beginning the walk was actually romantic. The sound of the pitter patter on the umbrella was soothing, especially with how quiet and deserted the roads were. You breathed in deeply, savoring the smell of rain. Aitana was snuggling into your side and when you looked over she had a soft smile on her lips.
Before too long however, you noticed that your girlfriend clung a little too strongly to you and she was dragging her feet. This time when you glanced her way you were met by an unhappy expression, though it quickly morphed into a forced smile as soon as Aitana noticed your eyes on her.
You pulled her to a stop. âWhat is it, babe?â
âMy feet are wet,â the Catalan whined.
Your eyes snapped to her feet. Your girlfriend was wearing her favorite and already pretty worn sneakers. It wasnât really surprising that they werenât able to withstand the rain anymore.
âThen letâs go back home,â you stated, already turning around and tugging Aitanaâs hand to follow you.
âNo, I donât want to ruin this.â
You turned to face the midfielder again, cupping her cheek with your free hand.
âAnd I donât want you to be miserable, or worse get sick. And anyway this is your not work day, so you should only do things youâre enjoying.â
Aitana nuzzled slightly into your palm, smiling up at you. âOkay, but I disagree, itâs our not work day.â
You walked back rapidly to your apartment and when you got there you sent the brunette to the bedroom with the instruction to change into something comfy and get rid of her wet socks.
âDonât put on other ones though! I have something for you,â you added.
A few minutes later you met Aitana back at the couch, a cup of tea in one hand and the other one hidden behind your back. Your girlfriend craned her neck, trying to sneak a peek, but you didnât allow it.
âShow meeeee,â the Catalan begged.
You followed the request, showing her the fluffy socks you had bought a while back. A huge smile spread across Aitanaâs face as she saw them.
âThey look so comfortable. Thank you! But how did you know I would need them?â
You shrugged your shoulders. âI didnât. I just bought them randomly for a not work day. Itâs pure luck that you got wet feet today.â
âOr maybe this was all part of an elaborate evil plan to get me to undress my feet in front of you,â Aitana joked.
âYou got me there. Thatâs why I raved about walks in the rain and thatâs why I suggested it this morning. I even sabotaged your shoes,â you explained with a serious face.
Your girlfriend giggled happily. âI guess in that case youâve earned the right to put on the new socks and give me a foot rub afterwards,â she said, sticking her feet out towards you.
âHow generous of you!â You exclaimed, quickly putting on the fluffy socks.
Then you went to sit down next to Aitana to give her the requested foot rub, but you stopped in your tracks when you saw the midfielder glaring at you.
âEverything okay?â You asked uncertainly.
âNo!â The brunette cried out, making your heart beat faster; what had you done wrong? âI need you to change into comfortable clothes as well. This doesnât look like a good outfit to relax in.â
You looked down yourself and only now realized that you were still wearing jeans. âOh, I guess youâre right.â
Before you got a change to move away, Aitana caught your hand and pulled you in for a kiss. âSorry for scaring you. I didnât realize it would actually make you anxious,â she apologized. âAnd now go, I need my girlfriend to warm me up.â
You were happy to oblige, hurrying to the bedroom.
âAnd can you bring the laptop back with you? Iâm in the mood for some online shopping,â Aitana shouted after you.
You were happy to do so since it signified that your girlfriend had fully gotten into the swing of the not work day. It was always the same; in the beginning she didnât know what she wanted to do, but as time progressed the midfielder became more attuned to her own desires that she so often put on the back burner.
On your return you handed Aitana the laptop before plopping down by her feet, taking them in your lap for the promised foot rub. You hadnât even started yet, when your girlfriend let out a surprise âOhâ, pulling her feet back and scooting closer to you instead.
âWhat are these?â She asked, showing you the screen with your last internet search. It had completely slipped your mind what you had been looking at the day before.
âDresses,â you offered up dryly.
âYeah, I can see that. Any special occasion?â Aitana probed.
âYou know the answer to that. Itâs not every day you get to accompany your girlfriend to an award show for the best football players in the world,â you replied nervously; although you didnât know why you felt nervous about this.
âAw, I really appreciate that!â Your girlfriend cooed, her eyes flickering over the screen, âCan I help pick?â
You nodded; that had always been the plan. Since this was the first time you were going along as Aitanaâs partner you wanted to look your best, so another opinion was definitely needed.
âSome of them are pretty expensive,â the Catalan mentioned carefully.
Money had always been a touchy subject between the two of you. Aitana had a lot more of it than you did; still you didnât feel comfortable with constantly letting her pay, insisting that you took turns. The brunette wasnât too happy about that, but by now you had found some middle ground, usually going to less expensive places when it was your turn to pay.
âNothing I canât handle,â you dismissed Aitanaâs concern, âAnd I want to look worthy of my girlfriend. You know sheâs currently the best football player in the world?â
âYou sound so proud of me.â
Atianaâs voice was oddly quit; it made you wonder if she doubted that you were proud of her. You thought back to the last few games and realized with a start that you couldnât remember the last time you had actually said these words. This way worrying, especially considering your girlfriend had a hard time believing things unless she heard them over and over again.
âThatâs because I am,â you responded firmly, vowing to do better.
âEven if it makes you anxious?â The brunette wondered.
You sighed, rubbing your face. âLetâs be honest, no matter what job you had, I would always be anxious about something. Thatâs the annoying thing about anxiety; itâll always find something else to worry about.â
Aitana looked up at you hopefully, âSo you donât hate that Iâm a footballer?â
âWhat? No, of course not! And Iâm sorry if I made you feel like that,â you apologized.
âWell thatâs good then,â your girlfriend announced, a smirk appearing on her face, âBut hey, is working out issues even allowed on a not work day? Or did you just break your own rules?â
You rolled your eyes, âOf course itâs allowed and since theyâre my rules, I can change them whenever I want.â
Aitana raised her eyebrows, fighting to keep her face neutral, âOh really, is that how it works?â
âYes,â you nodded sagely.
A devilish grin appeared on your girlfriendâs face, and too late you recognized your mistake.
âIn that case Iâm making my own rules as well and decide that I get to buy you this blue dress.â She pointed to the one that was your absolute favorite, but that was also firmly out of your price range.
âAitana,â you groaned, âThatâs not how it works!â
âOh? If you can make up random rules, so can I,â the Catalan pointed out, daring you to disagree with her.
âThatâs not the same at all. I donât want you to spend money on my clothes,â you argued
âWhy not? If you think about it, Iâll get to appreciate your dress much more than you. I can admire you in it all night long, and maybe Iâll even get to take if off of you. And this dress will look stunning on you; it will really bring out your eyes.â
âFineâ, you relented, making your girlfriend squeal happily. There was one more thing to say though, so you stopped Aitanaâs over the top celebration with one hand. âBut this means you can only get me something small for my birthday.
âOkay,â the midfielder agreed suspiciously quickly.
âAnd I mean that, Tana!â You doubled down.
Your girlfriend nodded, but seemed to be only half-listening, too busy adding the dress to your cart. You would just have to bring it up again when your birthday was closer because you wouldnât be budging on that.
After Aitana successfully ordered the dress, she leaned back with a content sigh.
âI really love these not work days, you know?â
Your heart leapt happily at that concession. âMe too, babe.â
Sometimes you wished you got more of them, but maybe not having them all the time made them extra special.
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The 141!slasher au has me cackling. Reader lowkey being like "well, if the dick is good"
Imagining reader being taken in to be questioned by the cops for something unrelated to the boys killing. Maybe she witnessed a crime, or maybe someone else got assaulted by the guy who grabbed her. Would the guys be suspicious? Do they have a "get picked up by the cops" protocol, or do they believe there's no chance of ever getting caught? (Does reader already have a "don't talk to the fucking cops without a lawyer [ACAB!]" mindset that helped Johnny be confident in telling her the truth?)
Does reader ever help with kills? Ngl kind of seeing reader work at a children's hospital or as a social worker and taking note of ppl she knows are abusive and being like hey...Simon...<3...did u need ideas of who to kill next...
Anyway thank you for letting me share my thoughts:)
We love a reader who has her priorities straight ;)
Warnings: Mentions of child abuse/trauma.
Deep breaths. It has nothing to do with you or your boys.
     The blinds are shut and thereâs a weird buzzing noise coming from somewhere inside the room. Across from you sits a social worker and a detective, and your leg bounces anxiously.Â
     Itâs mandatory. Youâre helping a child and his mom out of a bad situation.
     Youâd suspected something was wrong the first time Oliver was brought to your class with a couple of bruises on his leg. You had immediately written your observations down on his sheet and reported it to your bosses, but they brushed it off. Little boys are clumsy, after all, especially when theyâve just recently learned to start walking. The next couple of weeks, the toddler showed up unscathed and happy.Â
     This morning, however, his mother dropped him off with a black eye and scratches all over his torso. You could see cuts of her own beneath the makeup sheâd been crying off. Youâd paged your bosses to come to your classroom immediately, and this time, they took it seriously. You werenât thrilled that the police had to be involved, but you understood that it was necessary in saving this sweet family. You answered all of their questions honestlyâneither saying too little nor too much.
     âThank you for your time, maâam. Youâre dismissed,â the detective gives you a solemn smile and rises from her seat, opening the door to allow you out.Â
     You clutch your purse tightly as you walk through the precinct, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. Youâre no stranger to facilities like these. Much of your childhood was spent sitting beside your father at his desk, acting like a good little girl, coloring on blank sheets of paper and pretending that daddy wasnât such a monster. At work, he was a hero who citizens and coworkers alike depended on to keep them safe and happy. At home, he was a tyrant, taking every opportunity he could to use you and your mother as a punching bag.
     As a child, youâre taught to depend on all the people who are meant to care for youâfamily members, the policeâthose whose first priority should be to protect. You should have been able to trust your father. You should have been able to run to him whenever you scraped your knee or got bullied at school, but instead, he was often the one causing you harm. Your mother got sick of the abuse and left when you were five but didnât bother taking you with her, so he was all you had. He intimidated you into silence, but even if you had reported him, who would have believed the troubled young daughter of such a dependable officer? You learned too quickly, too young, that it would always be their word over yours.
     When you first became a daycare teacher, you didnât expect to see yourself in so many of the children you either cared for or saw in passing. It broke your heart every time you saw a toddler with a limp or an older child who still wet themselves at naptime, because you knew what they were feeling. You knew the despair they felt in every step they took, the fear they felt every time someone came to pick them up and take them right back to their broken home. The very day you started is the same day you decided you had to stay there, to be some kind of light in the darkness too many of these children should have been too young to ever know.
     You have an unspecified amount of time offâyour bosses decided that there was too much of a risk that Oliverâs dad might show up and try to start shit with you for reporting him. Thereâs still a lot of investigating that the police and child services have to do, and as of right now, the scumbagâs whereabouts are unknown. Itâs nerve-wracking to leave your babies even despite knowing theyâre in good hands. Youâll have to make sure and call in every day to check on them.Â
     Itâs about an hour drive back to the farm, and you spend every minute dreading the reunion with your lovers. None of them know about the situation, and youâre not exactly thrilled to catch them up to speed. Still, you owe it to them to be honest. God forbid they find out about it somewhere else and start believing some warped version of the truth. Just the mere idea of them distrusting you makes a sour feeling rise in your gut.Â
     Kyle is working in the garden when you arrive, a wide smile on his face as he waves to greet you. The grin you send his way isnât quite so excited, and immediately he knows something is up. If he was a bloodhound, youâd be sure he could smell the unrest in the air. The slam of your car door alerts the other three men of your presence, and they all line up by the front door curiously. Your heart is racing as you walk inside, motioning for them all to join you in the living room.
     You sit in the recliner with your hands folded in your lap, nervously eyeing each of your husbands. The fear that they might hate you because of what happened gnaws at the front of your brain, chewing until it aches. Youâre not even sure if you could blame themâafter all, they had a good thing going before they met you. One wrong move and the cog in the machine gets tossed aside like trash.Â
     âSpeak, lovie,â Simon grunts impatiently, syrupy brown eyes scanning over your face, watching, analyzing.
     âThere was an incident at the daycare today,â you begin. âChild services had to get involved, and I was called to the police station to explain my side of things.â
     Youâre shaking like a leaf, unable to look at any of them. The tension in the room is so thick that John could probably cut through it with his machete. Not one of them has so much as blinked, each waiting on another to say or do something first. You do.
     âIt had nothing to do with any of you, I swear. Iâm off work for a few days while the whole thing gets settled. I canât say much about the case, just that⌠there was an abusive father involved. They havenât found him yet, and theyâre exercising the idea that I might be a target for reporting him.â
     âFuck,â Kyle mutters exasperatedly, rubbing his hands over his face as Johnny wraps an arm around his shoulder.
     You finally gather the courage to lift your head, and to your surprise, there is no fury or hatred in any of their expressions. At least, not directed at you. They look more like theyâre waiting for an order, leaning forward in their seats like attack dogs ready to pounce. Suddenly itâs clear to youâthey may have been an item before you entered the picture, but once you joined them, you became their commander, one that theyâll remain loyal to until the day they die.Â
     âI have a proposition,â you whisper, looking directly at John.
     âGive us a name, sweetheart.â
#ask me!#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#141 x reader#tf141 x reader#slasher!141#slasher!141 x reader
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I think I've never been more aware of just how many people only get their info of the batfam through fanfic. I finally started reading Red Robin (2009) and I can not believe how many things are blown out of proportion. Particularly about Dick and Damian.
First of all, Dick does try to put limits and he does get fed up with Damian's ways sometimes. Out of the three first interactions of them in the comic, at least in two he tells him to shut up. And one of those is when Damian starts to brag about being Robin and Tim being useless, he tells him to shut up twice.
Another thing about that moment, is that they treat it like Dick completely dismisses Tim and treats him as unimportant. He doesn't. He takes him seriously, he tells him he needs him, he tells him he views his as an equal, as someone capable. And he also tells him he's concerned about him and that he needs to start processing Bruce's death. Could that have been a little harsh? Yes, but he needed to do it without making Tim think there was room for him to be convinced about his theory because let's be honest, Tim would've taken anything less than complete refusal and tried to change his mind. And had he been wrong neither of them could have taken it.
Secondly, Dick is always left to shoulder the blame of kicking Tim out and of never reaching out. That's bull. And I need to make that clear. Tim was in a delicate point, he tells us this himself multiple times, but the decision to leave was completely made out of his own free will. Another thing he did was put space between him and the people on Gotham. We see only one time in which Dick tries to call him. Tim picks up and tells him he doesn't want to talk. This tells us that Dick respecting Tim's wish of space included almost no (or even no) contact, and Dick calling was not something Tim appreciated or encouraged.
Now. Going into the second year of the run, when he's back in Gotham, there's a few things to talk about and I'm still in the aftermath of Damian and Tim's fight.
I feel it's important to say that even if they are all family, more often than not they're doing their own thing. Like, Babs and Steph are in the Batcave while Dick and Damian are in Wayne Tower, Cass is said to potentially be in Hong Kong and we haven't even heard Jason be name-dropped except for the fact that he went on a rampage at some point.
So, Dick is immediately called away in League business. So he isn't there. Damian is behaving fairly civil besides being a brat, so no one wastes too much effort in correcting what he says. We need to think about the fact that this is a kid whose world was turned upside down multiple times in a short period of time, who has a need to be accepted, and who hasn't yet found his place. All this is to say, that if it's difficult to get him to eat breakfast there's no way they're controlling his every move and that's understandable.
So Dick is away, Damian is still trying to adapt, Alfred has his hands full and everyone else is doing something else.
The whole thing starts because Tim is being kind of cryptic about what he's doing with his hit list and Damian feels left out and goes looking for more. He finds his name in a hidden double side of the hit list marking him as a threat. He understandably feels hurt and angry, because he's a kid, and he's trying, and his predecessor who at this point doesn't even try with him anymore views him as something bad.
So in classic Damian fashion, he falls back on his upbringing and doesn't deal with the situation as one should, talking about it. Instead he cuts team line, hurting before being hurt. It could've been worse, we see in the panel that Tim doesn't have that much of a hard time getting safely to the ground. The problem is that he snaps and starts a full-blown fight he knows Damian won't back out off. (I'm pleased to add that after cutting his line Damian doesn't start anything else)
So they are fighting, Tim has the clear advantage and he knows this, we know this. And that's how Dick finds them. Having just returned from a JL mission, in the place where the Waynes were murdered, with Tim having overpowered Damian.
They go back to the cave and Damian shares his findings, and Dick understands. And Tim tells him he (Dick) knows why he (Tim) did it. Dick agrees, and tells him he should have tried to make it harder to find. Tim says he hadn't thought Damian would try or even care. Dick tells him Damian wants to be accepted.
All in all, so far the only thing this comic has proven to me is that there's a reason comics are the bomb and that fanon has gotten out of hand. I get making things out to be worse for the sake of a story, but everything surrounding these events is basically used as the foundation for Damian and Tim's relationship as well as Dick and Tim's and I don't think I've once read a fanfic where these events are portrayed correctly or even following the real motivations of the characters. This is a disservice to all of them and only serves to amplify the hate towards a character that doesn't deserve it. There's a lot of Damian hate going around. And it sucks. Mostly because people use his actions against Tim to justify it and honestly? I don't think you should be allowed to use that if you haven't read RR and understood what was going on.
#batman#dc comics#tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#dick grayson#nightwing#red robin 2009#dc#batfam#batfamily#stop the damian wayne hate#and the dick grayson hate for that matter#and please try to differentiate canon and fanon#and get at least an idea of the source material
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no, but really, we need to talk about the casual objectification that has become the fallback discourse of the internet: if you're pretty and dressed nicely, you're a slut. and if you're even vaguely outside of their body standard, you're fucking disgusting.
too-frequently, people position sex workers as being "the problem". they sneer you're addicted to pornography, you don't know what a real woman looks like. but real women are in pornography. the real bodies on display are not the issue here: the issue is that other people feel extremely confident when commenting on someone's physique.
2000's super-thin is slowly worming its way back into the public ideal. recently i saw someone get told to "go for a run", despite the fact she was on the thinner side of average. not that it would ever be appropriate to say that: but it's kind of like sticker shock when you see it. people think that is fat? holy shit. do they just have no idea about things?
but what are you going to do about it? that's the problem, right. because chances are - you're a normal person. we can say normalize carrying fat on your body, but we are not the billion-dollar diet industry. we are not the billion-dollar fashion industry. we are just, like. people. who are trying to make content on the internet, without being treated shittily.
as someone who has been on both sides of things: you are treated better when you are thin and pretty. this is statistically correct. i am not saying that you cannot be bullied for being thin; i'm saying there are objective institutional biases against certain bodytypes. there are videos of men and women who lost weight all saying: i now know for a fact exactly how much worse you're treated. in the comments, some asshole inevitably says something akin to you deserved to be dehumanized when you were fat.
which means that ... the easiest thing to do is be pretty and thin. it is the path of least resistance, because of course it is, because any time you post a picture of yourself without a thigh gap, someone immediately comments something like you need to try a diet.
the other half is also dehumanizing though, huh, just in a different way. when i put on makeup and nice clothes, i am told i slept my way to the top as a professional. do you know how many women in STEM have told me they purposefully dress to "unimpress" because they already struggle to be taken seriously and if they're ever considered pretty - it for some reason takes away from their authority.
so they make it seem like it's your fault. you, existing in a body - it's your fault! if you didn't want shitty comments, don't have a body. they position us against each other like chess pieces; vying for male attention we don't even need.
and i can be an authority on this unless you think i'm fat and unattractive. when i am pretty and thin, i'm an activist. when i am just a normal person who makes a good point: i am immediately dismissed. nobody fucking believes you if you're not seen as attractive. you literally lose value. you cease to exist.
but the whole time, it feels like - is anyone actually grounded the fuck in reality? the line of "pretty and thin" keeps shifting. nobody seems to understand what "a normal weight" even looks like, because it's not something that exists - you cannot tell a person's health by looking at their body. even if you think you could tell that, even if you're sure a person is dangerously overweight - people are not your dolls. they do not need to be dressed up or displayed properly to soothe your aesthetics. you aren't concerned for them, you're stealing their agency. you don't get to say if they're "allowed" to take pictures and post them on the internet - you don't get to tell them how to exist.
people hide behind "the obesity epidemic" without any actual qualifications. they crow things about "normalizing unhealthiness".
but it's bullshit. i have visible abs. there is a pair of parallel lines on my body, even when i'm relaxed; where my obliques meet my abdominal wall. i am proud of this because it means i'm strong, because i overcame an eating disorder only to be ripped as fuck. it is genetic and physical luck that i even get any definition, i'm pleased as punch.
but it does mean that my abdominal wall sticks out a little bit. the other day i posted a video of myself dancing, and, for a moment, my shirt slipped. you could see a little bit of my stomach. i was cartwheeling to the floor. moments before this, i'd had my foot over my head.
a guy slid into my DMs. a row of vomiting emojis prefaced: you should really lose some weight before you think about dancing.
i stared at it for a long time. there was a time when i would have been triggered by this, where it would have encouraged me to starve myself. i would have ignored the fact i'm flexible, agile, good at jumping: i would have lost the weight for a stranger's passing comment. i would have found myself and my body fucking disgusting.
and for what? to please what? because why? so that he can exist in this world without an unchallenged eyeball? what would my self-hatred even accomplish? usually i write paragraphs. obviously. on this particular occasion, in this body i've been at war with for ages: i just felt exhausted.
it shouldn't be even worth saying. it shouldn't be hard to explain. all of this emotional turmoil when he cannot even comprehend the most basic truth: i am not an object on display for him.
#spilled ink#writeblr#warm up#like if im getting fatshamed. babe......... wake up#is there fat on my body? yes :)#btw this behavior wouldn't be okay even if I WAS overweight!!! that is my point!!!#it is both that people have no idea what weight is supposed to look like#and even if they DID... they do not seem to understand that PEOPLE ARE NOT DOLLS#YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL THEM HOW TO EXIST#if you respond anything akin to ''but raquel there IS an obesity epidemic''#you're blocked and reported.#go fucking DONATE TO A FOOD BANK THEN. volunteer in a food desert. start a free fitness program#GO GET A DEGREE AS A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL AND PRACTICE IN NUTRITION IN UNDERPRIVILEDGED LOCATIONS#FIGURE OUT HOW TO LOWER FOOD COSTS. FIGURE OUT HOW TO NORMALIZE AND STANDARDIZE#ACCESS TO FARM-FRESH FOOD. PROVIDE ACTUAL FREE ACCESS TO OUTSIDE ACTIVITIES#FIGURE OUT HOW TO TEACH PEOPLE HEALTHY CHOICE MAKING WHILE ALSO LOWERING THE COST OF MEALS.#THE AVERAGE GROCERY BILL OF THE AMERICAN CITIZEN HAS QUADRUPILED IN THE LAST YEAR.#SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!!!!!!!#you don't want to help these people!!!!!#you want to bully them but still feel like a good person!#you want to be justified in your hatred of an entire CLASS of people!!!#you don't give a fuck about how it makes them feel!!!!#you care ONLY about whether or not YOU get to VIRTUE SIGNAL that YOURE so thin and pretty!!!!#it is BECAUSE of people like you#and the fact you tolerate fatphobia - BECAUSE of that normalization. that men like the one who called me fat#feel like they can get away with it.#bc there's a line for you where you WOULD be okay with it. where if i WASNT thin you'd be okay with it.#which means the line can always be pushed in a certain direction. and it's always going to appeal to male aesthetics.#''well you didn't deserve it'' maybe fucking NOBODY does babe. maybe we should just all agree not to comment on ppls bodies!!
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Running out of time.
jude bellingham x fem!reader
When two people who didn't know how to love met at the perfect timing to ruin each other.
part 2 | part 3
wc: 2.3k
(content warning: angst, troubled relationships, situationship)
âI can't do this anymore.â
The words escaped her lips before even she could fully process them. It was almost a whisper â a sign of utter defeat, of how much she had struggled and how much she could not take another second of being with him. There was no amount of affection that could mend what the situation had done to her, no amount of luck that could change their fate and, most definitely, no amount of effort he could have shown at that moment that would make her change her mind. It was too late for anything.
If he had listened to her attempts of communication, if he did not dismiss her feelings, if he took her more seriously⌠A series of ifs that only involved things he could have done.
She had tried to stay with him as long as she could, even if she felt, from the start, that she was doomed from the second her heart beat a little faster at the thought of him. After all, who would hate themselves enough to fall for Jude Bellingham, knowing his reputation, knowing the amount of women he had around on their knees, knowing him?
She thought she knew him, she really did. At least, better than others. They had met at a strange moment in their lives, where a relationship would never fit. That was never what they wanted.
Jude had recently gotten out of a relationship, whereas she was avoiding any sort of relationship for more than a year. Each one had their motivations, and one thing was clear: no relationship was a rule.
So, she didnât mean to when she realized she was falling for him. In fact, it was nerve-wrecking â constantly beating herself up and trying to smack some sense into her own head; anything that would bring her back to reality. And like that, without knowing her feelings were reciprocated, she created a distance between them, leaving room only for her anxiety.
As her sorrow eyes met his desperate ones, she remembered. Flashes of how they ended up like that flooding into her head without her permission.
âSo,â Jude said once. They were at her place â something they used to do quite often. He didnât like bringing attention to himself and he wasnât one to take any woman to his place, considering how the press could be if someone saw.
She didnât know much about Jude. All she knew was that he was a good kisser, a nice company and someone that would provide her aftercare. She couldnât ask for much more than that.
But one thing she did know â he was confident. Not that she wasnât, but he was cocky. And, judging by the way he nervously held his thumb, she knew something wasnât right.
âSo?â She asked, tilting her head, looking at him gently.
âIââ he gulped and let out a nervous chuckle. âLook, donât get me wrong. I know we said it was only a casual thing, but Iâve always been a man that liked, you know, talking to more than one woman.â
She nodded, furrowing her eyebrows, trying to predict what he was going to say.Â
âWhat I want to say isââ he took a deep breath. âI donât feel like talking to any other woman but you. I havenât, actually, since this whole arrangement started. I know itâs only been a month, butââ
She laughed and he raised her eyebrows. She held his hand with an affection she hadnât shown yet.
âJude, itâs okay. I havenât been with anyone else or even did as much as looking at anyone else ever since Iâve been with you,â she reassured him.
âThank God.â He sighed happily, relieved.
The first and only rule was already broken.
âI canât do this, you know. Canât have a relationship. Itâs not your fault, I just canât do this sort of commitment at this point of my life.â Jude said while looking at her. She didnât know where that came from.
They were peacefully taking a walk on a park close to her place. The cold breeze and the way his words somehow felt like a dagger made her shiver and cross her arms, not looking at him.
âIâve neverââ she tried to say. âWe were neverââ
What could she say? That they were nothing? That wasnât the truth.
âIâve never asked a relationship from you. I donât evenâ want a relationship. We had talked about that since the beginning,â she said, furrowing her eyebrows. Did she do something that made him think otherwise?
âLetâs be honest with each other for a second.â He said and stopped her, turning her around to look at him âThis whole thing is running out of our control. I canât do this. Thereâs no way I can have a serious relationship, one with actual commitment. I need to stop this before it gets to a point that Iâll hurt you.â
She swallowed. Despite her best efforts to hide how that hurt, maybe she was giving it away.
She didnât want a relationship. They were in the same page.
But she was never the one to insist. Never the one to run after someone. In fact, her entire life, all she did was running away.
Thatâs all she knew how to do.
So, she just accepted it.
She sighed when she heard the knock on her door, her face twisted with annoyance. For some reason, Jude decided he wanted to see her and asked her to dress up nicely â something he knew she always did, but maybe he just wanted her to create some expectation and, perhaps, not dislike him as much as she was disliking him at that moment.
When she opened the door, he was standing there with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and in a perfect tuxedo. She wouldâve sighed, if it wasnât for the last conversation they had.
âYou think you can buy me flowers and what? Problem solved?â She asked, not bothering to hide how much his presence maddened her.
âNo. I know you better than that,â Jude said carefully, knowing he had to think well before speaking if he wanted to still be in her life. âBut I can still buy you flowers, right? I know you like peonies. And I also like to think thatâs a decent way to greet a woman youâd like to take on a date.â
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
âOn a date?â She asked in disbelief. âI thought dates were too couple-ish for you.â She mocked him.
He sighed deeply.
âI was wrong, alright?â He said and run a hand through his hair. âWell, not that wrong. The situation is getting out of hand and weâre breaking every rule we made up, but youâre right, this isnât like Iâm dating you. Still, Iâd love to have you on my life and for things to be⌠the way they were before I fucked up.â
She sighed, crossing her arms.
âMy ex showed up that day and I just got nervous; I think.â He looked down. âI had never liked someone this fast, you know? I donât know how it happened to us. But when she showed up, everything I was afraid of suddenly came back and I justâ almost ruined us. Whatever this is.â He looked at her. âBut you're not her, and I like you so, so fucking much. Can I, please, have the honor of a second chance?â
âItâs the only one youâre having.â She said as she grabbed the bouquet. âNice choice of flowers.â
He opened the sweetest, most genuine smile.
âThings are so much easier when Iâm with you. I wish it was always like this. That I could take you everywhere,â Jude said.
They were stargazing in her backyard, laying on the soft grass. His head was on her chest as she caressed his hair. They didnât need to look at each other and he didnât need to see her eyes to know how she felt â he could hear her heartbeat. It was more than enough.
He was going through a rough patch; she knew that much. And she didnât know how to fix it, how to help him â it was out of her reach to do such a thing and he would hate if she even tried. His pride always took a tool on him, used to suffering in silence.
âI know.â She sighed softly. âI like being with you, if that helps. Youâre my favorite person to talk to.â
âI hope I am,â he chuckled softly. âThatâs why weâre sort of together, right?â
âRight,â she nodded. Things seemed so easier and intimate when they were like that. She felt his soft locks against her fingers and sighed once again. âBut only sort of together.â She teased him.
âYouâre annoying,â he joked.
âTouchĂŠ.â
âWhy are you so mad at me?!â Bellingham exclaimed, trying to run after her as she made her way out of the nightclub. He tried to reach for her arm and called out her name. âStop, please.â
She stopped. Why was she still agreeing with anything he told her to do, anyway? Even when she couldnât think straight, even when she was tipsy from all the alcohol she had consumed. Since when he became such a strong influence in her life that she would just submit to what he said? Why didnât she leave?
Why didnât she run away?
She was so good at that.
âI justââ She looked up, trying to find a way to put her words together and make it make sense. âI hate seeing you surrounded by so many women. And itâs so clear how much you enjoy the attention.â
âI donâtââ
âYou literally left me standing to go talk to whoever that woman was.â
âYouâre exaggerating and you donât want to listen to me. Why donât you just breathe for one second?â He asked her. âLook, I might enjoy the attention, but I wouldnât leave you standing anywhere. I told you, when this whole thing started, that youâd never have to worry about me hitting on someone in front of you.â
And, to her, it felt like they had taken every step back. He didnât mean for his words to come out like that, really. He knew what she had gone through in her relationships and how much anxiety she could feel from liking someone. He wanted to reassure her and was managing to do the opposite.
âYeah, the same way we told each other this would be nothing serious,â she scoffed. âAnd it really seemed like you were flirting with her. How come when itâs with me, I have to chill and take a deep breathe, but when youâre feeling like that, I have to keep explaining myself?â
He opened up his mouth, but no words left. She knew heâd say she was making a fuss over nothing.
âGood night, Bellingham,â she said before leaving the club, not bothering to look back.
That same day, thousands of pictures of him in the club came out. He wasnât doing anything, but her heart broke a little bit more from how many women surrounded him.
He didnât bother to explain.
In fact, he had ignored her for two weeks.
Thatâs how they ended up here.
âYouâre joking, right?â Jude asked, though he knew her enough to know if she was bluffing or not. âI just told you all my problems andâ that I need a break from us. I need to focus on other aspects of my life, I canât afford the luxury of having space for anything romantic.â
She laughed dryly.
âAnd what am I supposed to do, huh? Shove my feelings right up my ass just because you want me to wait for you? Or even worse, be your friend?â She didnât mean to sound that aggressive, but the two weeks of no contact were more than enough for her anxiety to overcome every good memory they had and replace them with thoughts that he didnât even really care.
âIâm not asking to be your friend! Jesus, youâre so complicated!â Jude exclaimed.
âI'm not complicated!â She argued back. âIâm just tired of having to put your feelings on top of mine, of prioritizing you instead of myself. I know where this ends and I wonât submit myself to this. Not to this, not to you, not with you.â
âPlease,â he sounded desperate. Pathetically desperate. He held her arm. âDonât do this to me. Wait for me. I will come back, I swear to God.â
âAnd put my life on hold because you want me to?â She asked, looking up at him, showing how hurt she was by the whole situation.
âWhat if Iâm losing the love of my life over something I cannot control?â He asked her in a whisper, his brown eyes meeting hers.
It was his last attempt, that was for sure. But he forgot just how good she was at walking away. Maybe it was her fault for always finding some excuse for his attitudes or even for forgiving him, in first place. Maybe she should've walked away when she realized she was catching feelings. Maybe she shouldnât have allowed him a second chance.
A series of maybes that only involved things she could have done.
But one thing was for sure: she wasnât going to break herself over anyone ever again. Despite how much she liked him, despite the part of her that was willing to wait â she had been through too much to do that to herself again. She didnât know if it was worth it, not anymore.
âIâm not the love of your life, Jude.â She said and did what she was the best at: walking away.
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Bad omen - Rio Vidal X Reader
2.7k words - Warnings: mentions of death
Taglist: @thesharkwhalewhoohooooo @thecavalrywife @hannah-0730 @believe-in-magic13 @jenniferjareauwife @wandasreallover
"Be careful around her, kid." The woman whispered to the curios teen.
"Who is she?" The boy asked
"A bad omen that's what she is." The lady responds in a hushed tone. When he looked up at her inquisitively she adds on "Anyone who gets near to her dies. You see Betsy across the street died in a freak accident just a few weeks after Y/N had told her something bad would happen to her. She's not the only one who that happened too either, dozens of people have died after meeting her since she moved to town just a few months ago."
Looking up at the woman shocked the teen gasps "That's so sad! What an awful coincidence."
Tutting at him she replies "Oh its no coincidence boy. You see she's a witch. Anyone who meets her is destined to die. It's truly awful, what a wicked woman."
It wasn't new to Y/N to hear people say these sort of things about her, for years people thought of her as a bad omen, a sign of only horrible things to come. But it still didn't hurt any less, hearing everyone speak of her so horrendously so publicly. It wasn't her fault she only saw how people would die, she couldn't control it she simply looked at someone and saw their end. It was as if as soon as the universe had decided when they would leave she was the first to know. Sometimes she could know someone for years before suddenly seeing their end only weeks before their deaths and sometimes she knew years in advance.
When it had first happened she didn't know what to do so she simply blurted it aloud, she was only a kid. The woman hadn't taken her seriously, a young child telling them they wouldn't get to meet their baby when they were only a few months from their due date didn't make much sense so dismissed it. Their husband however had not, so in a few months when his wife inevitably died during child birth he blamed Y/N. He told the whole town that she was an evil witch and had cursed his poor wife and should consequently been burnt at the stake.
She would've died then had it not been for her mother, defending her child until her very end, hastily untying the ropes that bound her as the flames trailed up her skirt. She had managed to save her child but not herself.
Ever since then she had been on the run, more than three centuries had passed and she could never stay anywhere for more than half a year before having to flee or being chased out with pitchforks and torches blazing. She could never rest nor let her guard down, all the while blaming herself for her mothers death. If only she hadn't dismissed the flames she saw engulf her mothers body the night before, if she hadn't put it down to just a bad thought, her fears taking over her sight as she got ready to go to bed. It was her fault for not being able to stop it, that's what she told herself.
"Aren't all people destined to die? That's kinda how being living works." The teen says snapping Y/N out of her spiral of thoughts taking her through some of her most tragic memories.
Tutting at the boy yet again the woman speaks "Not for her so it seems. Legend had it she's centuries old yet still seems to look like she's only in her 20s. The way these witches get to live so long when they do such horrible things is ridiculous. It's just like that Wanda woman, she seemed so nice working for the avengers and all but bam one day she takes a whole town hostage. And worst of all she'll probably end up out living us all too."
Having enough of hearing the conversation Y/N turns to leave the town market, what had started as a nice shopping trip having taken a turn for the worse yet again. Just once she'd like to have a normal day out without being reminded how much everyone hated her.
Seemingly having spotted Y/N's attempt to leave the boy jogged towards her, yelling at her to wait up. She turned towards him a stern questioning look on her face. "Hi, um I'm guessing you heard what she said right?" He started, earning an obvious look from Y/N, wordlessly answering his question. "Yeah, yeah I figured." He really seemed like he wad struggling for words. "Well, um, I just wanted to say she's wrong. About it being your fault. Everyone dies eventually that's just how it works. I'm sorry she was so mean to you."
Shrugging off his apology Y/N replied "It's fine kid, it's mot like it's your fault. It's not like it's anything I haven't heard before."
He looked at her empathetically, "that doesn't make it any better." He said solemnly.
"I don't get why people are so mean about witches, you guys seem really cool. I'd love to have powers like you." He added on excitedly.
It was sweet, she thought. It wasn't often people said things like that in any way over than malicious envy. He was a really nice boy, it was a shame he was destined to leave the world so soon. Seeing what she saw was never easy but this kid couldn't have been more than what, 13? She would've liked to have helped him, if he truly wanted to learn magic she could've even mentored him if he'd let her.
"You're a good kid. Make sure you take care okay, spend time with the people you love alright." It was all she could say. She couldn't tell a kid so young, so happy he would die in just a few short weeks, it wasn't fair. He would be better off not knowing.
The teen looked at her with a small smile, a curious glint behind his eyes yet he said nothing. If he had realised the reasoning behind her words he hadn't said anything, perhaps he realised it was better off not knowing. Most people didn't like to know when they were going to die, it meant they spent the last of their time living in fear, constantly on edge instead of actually enjoying life while they could.
And like that they parted ways, she knew it would be the last time she saw the boy. It wasn't likely she would be coming back to the town soon, if the woman's warnings to the kid about her was anything to go by she wouldn't be safe here much longer and even if she did stay it's not like he had lonhg left anyway.
It had definitely put a dampener on her mood, knowing someone with so much potential would never get to use it was always sad. But the way a man called out to her in the street saying she had killed his daughter really didn't help. She remembered his daughter too, she was young, just married to a man from the neighbouring town and had moved their with him not long after she had seen her. She told the woman not to go their, that something bad would happen in that place but she hadn't listened and now according to her father it was once again Y/N's fault.
It hurt, having so many people hate you. She knew it wasn't her fault, she knew deep down death was inescapable and her powers were not what was securing that fate. She knew it was something much more divine that made the decision, that she could simply see when it had been made. Yet some days it still got to her. All the hatred and blame being sent towards her had effected her. Somehow at times like these all logic and reason were thrown to the side as unwarranted guilt flooded her brain. As she stepped into her home she lost all composure. Everything that she had been putting away to the side for years suddenly weighing her down, a colossal weight being unmovable as she sunk to the floor of her home.
She had started to weep, she had no way of stopping it now as everything people had said to her had started to ring in her ears incessantly. It hurt, it hurt her so much as all she could think of was how she should've helped. How if she could think of a way to use her powers for the greater good maybe she could save just one life. Maybe she could save the kid she had seen earlier? But she couldn't. She tries countless times before. She had tried stopping people from going where they were doomed to die, from leaving somewhere they should've stayed or meeting the person who would bring their demise to them. But it never worked, even single time they still died at the exact same time. Once their course had been decided it was a must. No one could stop people from meeting their end, not even death herself.
And that's something she had had to deal with for years. Being the embodiment of death hadn't left her numb to all of the guilt. Just like this girl Rio had felt it all too. She had blamed herself time and time again, searching for a way to avoid the inevitable, to get out of doing her job. But there was always a pull, an inevitable force pulling her to the souls, giving her no choice bit to lead them to the other side. She didn't ask to do this job, she was chosen by who knows what or who. The world had a strange way of working, some unknown fates leading people to places they never would have expected, giving them something they must do with no way out or even a guide to help them cope with ehat job they had been given. She would've done anything to get out of this role just as Y/N would have done anything to escape seeing people's fates or at the very least help even just one person escape them.
She knew what the girl was going through, she had seen her go through it countless times before. She had always wanted to help hut not known how, always having the excuse to stay hidden even when she was somehow bound to the girl, always watching as she discovered who was next on Rio's list of souls to collect. It was as if they were destined to meet, to work together but Rio had been postponing it for years, centuries even. But she couldn't any longer, the part of her that longed to comfort the witch finally taking over as she watched her struggle with her inner turmoil, a battle she was tremendously loosing.
So she finally did it, finally stepped out of the shadows, taking slow, tentative steps out of the shadows towards the witch. She didn't know what to say, how to introduce herself or to explain her job. How would she even begin to tell her that she has been linked to the witch for centuries, that she knew how she felt but she had always been too afraid to reveal herself until now. What if she was mad? Rio was after all the source of all her problems. Without death she would've never had to blame herself, to hate herself for powers she had no control over.
As Rio's own thoughts had started to spiral into more of self doubt she heard Y/N's voice interrupt the silence. "Hello?" It sounded both calm and scared, like she didn't know who was there yet felt safe with them still. Her voice was a tad rough from crying and yet she still sounded as angelic as ever.
Rio didn't know what to reply, she had been imaging what it would be like to finally reveal herself to Y/N for years. She had planned out what to say a billion times and yet now she came up empty, at a loss for words as she stared deeply into Y/N's eyes. Her glance telling a billion words as her voice failed her, not yet able to muster even a sentence.
"I feel like I know you." Y/N started, she sounded curious, like she knew something but was unsure how.
"In a way you do." Rio finally responding, the first words she could speak since she had revealed herself.
Curiosity clear in her voice she spoke again "Who are you?" She really should've been more scared or confused that someone she didn't know was in her house but she wasn't, she knew her she just didn't know how. She needed to know.
Unsure on how to respond Rio just stood still for a moment longer watching as Y/N slowly walked towards her as if just getting closer she could work out who she was. Just as she was finally about to speak Y/N paused, her eyes widening as she stared blankly forward. Rio had seen this before, she had watched from the shadows as Y/N had her visions.
As she came back from her vision she slowly blinked before locking eyes with Rio once again. Her vision hadn't made sense, she hadn't seen her death, she had seen her take other people, people Y/N had met, had seen die. There was no way what she had seen was real but her visions had never been wrong before.
Seemingly sensing the question Y/N was going to ask Rio finally spoke up "I take souls, everyone you've ever sensed were going to die and so so many more." She was sure there was a better way to word it, hell she had written introductions for herself so many times, trying to make what she does seem nicer, attempting to sugar coat something that was so hard to swallow. Yet now that she was actually here, talking to the witch she had waited so long to meet she felt out of her depth.
What if she blamed Rio? After all death was the cause for all of her problems, shy wouldn't she blame the root of all her problems? It didn't make sense for her not to, it's why she had waited so long to introduce herself in the first place. And oh how she suddenly wished she had waited even longer.
"Is it hard?" Y/N asked earning a confused look from Rio. "Taking everyone to the other side? Knowing everything they could've been, everything they're missing"
"Sometimes." She replied, pausing a moment before continuing "It's just nature, everyone dies eventually. But yes, sometimes it hurts still and when it does its one of the worst feelings in the world." It was clear there was a story there, that she had taken someone she didn't want to. Y/N wanted to ask, to know what had happened but she didn't. It was clearly a harsh subject and she knew how much it hurt to reopen old wounds. So she wouldn't ask, no matter how much she wanted to. She just nodded, not sure how else to reply but Rio didn't mind, she knew she understood.
They stood there for a moment, tension lingering in the air, the result of the roller coaster of emotions that both had felt. Until finally Y/N asked "Do they blame you the way they blame me?"
Rio hadn't been expecting that question, she didn't know why, it was a logical question. "Alot of the time. Some people accept their fate quite easily but most fight it. They try to blame me, beg me to let them go back and argue it's not their time."
"But it is" Y/N replies, she understood how it felt to have everyone blame her. "They never understand it's not my fault either."
There was an understanding between them, that even if they had never met before they knew each other. They understood each other on such a deep level, no one else faced the guilt and blame they had at such a level. They were in such unique positions that the likeliness of someone understanding what it felt like was practically non-existent and yet here they were. Two sides of the same coin. It was like they were made for each other.
Authors note:
I'm debating making this a short series so let me know if you'd like a part 2 at all. I hope you guys all like it and if you're new to my blog go check out my other Agatha All Along fics on my master list.
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Dad!Gojo x Fem!reader // young Megumi and Tsumiki // 947 words
Leaving home comes easy for Gojo except now he has three reasons to come back
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When you and Gojo first took tsumiki and Megumi in your house, many people told you how difficult raising two children was going to be. You remember Gojo dismissing them with the wave of his hand, even when your own mother freaked out at the thought of you two adopting children without getting married (she seemed to ignore the fact that you two were only 17) Gojo reassured her, saying how it couldnât be so difficult and since heâs the strongest he would have no problems at all.
However, being the strongest doesnât seem to matter at all in this house. Gojo, without question, was at the bottom of the food chain and the two children were alarmingly at the top of the household.Â
Your mothers fears were only confirmed when Megumi refused to eat any vegetables for the first six months of his stay and had thrown them directly at Gojoâs face MULTIPLE times so he just had to get used it, turning on his limitless everytime Megumi reached for the greens that were taunting him on his plate. Or that one time Tsumiki got stage fright during her ballet rehearsals so Gojo, a grown 190 cm tall man, wore a tutu, definitely too small on him and performed next to the little 9 year old girl, who would then take first place at the rehearsal only at the cost of getting dirty looks and hushed whispers from other parents. He had then begged you to take Tsumiki to her classes which you obviously refused as everytime Gojo would take her to her classes she had the expression of a 9 year old who just took over the whole world so he just got used to it.Â
But one thing, even after 2 whole years, he could not get used to was leaving for longer business trips. When it was just the two of you, he would begrudgingly leave with a reassuring kiss to your forehead, letting you know that he would return.
The first time he left for his business trip he didnât expect the children to even bat an eye, but soon the day came and when he went to say goodbye to Tsumiki and Megumi they didnât seem to have a reaction, too invested in the cartoon they were watching on their iPads that Gojo got them despite your efforts to stop him talking about the bad effects of screen-time that he chose to ignore so they wouldnât bother you two during your alone time.Â
âHey cmon now, at-least look at me when Iâm saying goodbye you wonât be seeing me for a while nowâ Gojo said with a little smile tugging on his lips.
The two children went wide eyed as they turned towards Gojo, the realisation was almost comical and you stifled back a laugh. However, the laughter soon became shock as they both immediately became teary eyed and rushed to get off the couch and run towards Gojo.
Gojo was more taken aback at the sudden outburst of emotions from his normally moody children.
Gojo bent down to their eye level as they rushed to give him a hug.
âWhatâs wrong???â Gojo asked in slight surprise.
âPlease donât goâ A muffled voice voice was heard that belonged to Tsumiki as her arms became tighter around his neck. Â
âWeâll be very nice please? Megumi will eat all his vegetables! Wont you Megumi?!â Tsumiki spoke fast as she nudged Megumi who was standing behind Tsumiki, observing the situation with tears forming.
Megumi nodded in response and Gojo only smiled in response.Â
âYou guys..â he started off with a chuckle and you slightly hit him on his back so he could take them more seriously.
âYou guys do know that Iâll be back in 2 days right? Itâs just a short trip I need to make for work?â He spoke softly as Tsumiki let go of him.
Now you went to Megumi who was still at the verge of tears and picked him up so he could rest on your hip. You wiped his tears as he cuddled into your neck obviously embarrassed of his little outburst of emotions.
âSatoru is going on a business trip, he goes on them all the time and always comes backâ you spoke with a little giggle as you watched Tsumikis sad expression turn into embarrassment.
âIâm glad to know Iâm still wanted in this houseâ Gojo spoke as he got back on his feet.Â
âNow all of you come here so I can give you a little goodbye kissâ He added while making comical kissing sounds.
Megumi was quick to want to be put down and run away with Tsumiki as their little feet pattered across the apartment floor with little giggles. You watched as Gojo chased after them and grabbed them both in his arms in the same time to give them both a disgustingly kiss mixed with saliva.
âGROSSSSâ the two kids shouted but you could tell there was no real bite to it.
âNow..â Gojo started with a sinister grin
âOh no.â You thought.
âWE ATTACK NOW!!â Gojo shouted as all three of them ran towards you almost knocking you down as they attacked you with soft kisses in between laughter.
Now, Gojo could say in confidence, maybe there were sacrifices he had to make, some things he had to get used to. But, he wouldnât change it for anything because Gojo Satoru was the strongest and being with the three of you only made him stronger, his motivation to fight and  protect.Â
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Imagine being high school sweethearts with kenny and quickly trying to have sex without getting caught because heâs so horny lmao like hes begging for some head round the back of the school lol
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"Baby, please? Not even a quickie?" Kenny whined at you, as you continued to walk down the school corridor, shaking your head.
"No way, Ken. After school, yes of course, but in school where we could get caught? Nuh-uh!" You replied and he frowned, pouting his lips at you and trying his best to give you puppy dog eyes.
"But watching you in Physical Education babe, god and the fact you swore that skort too, it's so short and your boobs and ass looked incredible! Please?" And he was back once again on his tangent of begging and pleading with you, and he was starting to wear you down, and he knew it.
"Okay, what about, we don't have to have sex, but maybe even a quick blowie out the back where no one is during class times?" Kenny asked and you paused for a moment, seriously considering it.
"I'll think about it." Was all you said, before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and making your way to class.
He had a free period while you were in art, and having most of your work done, you decided to toy with your overly horny boyfriend.
Y/n: Hey Ken, can I ask you a question?
Kenny đ§Ą: Yeah baby, what's up?
Y/n: So I bought some new lingerie a few days back and I only got round to trying it on yesterday evening, I took a few pics for you, I just wanted your opinion on them.
Attachment: 5 images
Kenny opened them and his jaw dropped to his feet, you were so good at taking lude shots of yourself, and you knew this would drive him crazy, his cock was rock solid, and that's exactly what you wanted.
Kenny đ§Ą: I think I want you to wait for me in the disabled access toilet on the first floor.
And you smirked scanning his message before putting up your hand and asking to be dismissed to use the bathroom.
Unbeknownst to you, when you got there the door was locked, and you tried the handle a few times, before the person on the inside unlocked it, opened it enough for you to be pulled in by their hand and the door was locked again as Kenny pinned you to it.
"You think you're funny, hmm? Sending me those pictures of you looking like you were just waiting for me to come in and tear them off you and remind you who this pussy belongs to." He said, his hand going straight up your school skirt and right to your wet panties.
You let out a small moan at the contact and Kenny slowly pushed you to the floor on your knees, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, his large cock springing free and sitting against his stomach.
"Suck." Was all he said, grabbing your hair that was tied in a high pony and moving your face closer to his dick. You grabbed it with your hand, your tongue licking the bead of precum off the tip before hollowing your cheeks and taking him as best you could into your mouth.
Fuck this was just what Kenny needed, he'd been longing for you, your mouth, your pussy, anything as long as it was you. And his moans were deep and breathy, as you bobbed your head, staring up at him with a gaze of innocence.
"So pretty, Princess. Looking so innocent with your lips wrapped around my cock." Kenny moaned out, his hips bucking forward causing you to choke slightly, and he smirked.
"What's wrong, can't take it baby?" He teased before setting a quick pace with his hips bucking forward, you could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat, saliva and precum running down your chin, your hands on Kenny's thighs as you swallowed around him, earning a strangled moan from him.
"Fuck, your throat feels so good, what a little slut you really are." Kenny groaned once more, gasping as your hands cupped his balls, massaging them gently, your cheeks hollowing around him, sucking as best as you could, your eyes watering.
"Gonna make you look like a mess, slut." He moaned out, his hips quickening and his thrusts starting to become sloppy.
"Getting close, baby, gonna come in your mouth and you're gonna swallow everything I give you, understand?" Kenny asked, earned a hum from yourself in response as his grip tightened on your hair, moving your head quicker to meet his rough thrusts.
"F-Fuck, y/n!" Kenny moaned out, his vision going white as he came in your mouth, his back arching slightly, your head still bobbing up and down his over sensitive cock, milking every drop of cum from him, and swallowing, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you smirked up at him.
His hand cupped your face, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. "You have no idea the things I'm gonna do to you when we get back to my house." His voice was deep, and he offered you his hand to help you up, pulling you into a warm embrace.
"Thank you, baby. I love you." Kenny whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your forehead before slapping you on the ass.
"Now get that pretty ass of yours back to class before we get in trouble." He said, and you laughed, a smile on your face, kissing your boyfriend before unlocking the door, sneaking out one after the other as Kenny walked you to your class, leaving you off with a kiss.
"I'll meet you at lunchtime." He said with a wink, before heading back to his free period.
Your teacher inquired as to why you had been gone for so long as you made up an excuse, saying you felt like you were going to be sick, but you and Kenny both knew that was was the furthest thing from the truth.
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