#yeah that's their boy and those are his parents argue with the wall

[thefrsers]

#proud son

[yoru-no-seiiki]

https://www.tumblr.com/yoru-no-seiiki/751614308271718400/hii-so-like-ive-been-starving-for-yandere-eren

def something w/ canon eren! but other than that you can could go as wild as u want! :p

god where do i start?? i’ll mostly write for early seasons eren since i refuse to watch the whole thing until i’m done with season one on my quotev book as a motivator but i’ll add some tidbits that i got from other fanfics. go check it (my book) out btw!! it’s called Walk With Me!! (currently on the next chapter which is around 10k words atm huhu)

as always he’s aged up to 18 during enlistment and massive spoilers for those that don’t know the lore/story yet.

MDNI. DDDNE!!

yandere! eren is a force of absolute willpower. he is obsessive, he is protective, and very much goddamn possessive. he needs you, he needs you to need him too if not moreso. he grew up in a very traditional household and expected to be the provider in the family. the least you could do is have him in your thoughts at all times.

if you want max yandere! potential with him, it’s best to have known him even before armin. be close family friends. maybe your parents worked with his dad since marley and were similarly banished (but not turned into mindless titans).

as children he’d always been protective of you. he’d always stick to you like glue. and because of future him’s influence over grisha and essentially your parents, you were arranged to even sleep in the same bed.

but this sort of backfired in the long run cause you saw him as this annoying brother figure that just wouldn’t stop bothering you.

and one day you just blurt out, tired of the suffocation you felt with your friend, with your parents that vehemently kept pushing you two together, of everything in your life that you couldn’t control.

“i wonder what it’s like beyond the walls.”

i feel like armin would still be the true trigger of eren’s obsession with the outside and freedom (after all, he doesn’t give a shit about yours so why and how would you influence him in that area?), but you probably pushed him in terms of the survey corps.

you were dumb at the time. i mean as a kid, who isn’t? so you announced to literally everyone you knew that you planned to join the military and eventually explore the outside world.

you didn’t really understand the concept of death and all but whatever that was, you still thought it would be better than eren’s basically isolating you from anything that moves.

you dont truly understand death until eren kills those intruders in mikasa’s house right in front of you.

you were supposed to help him, but only stood there frozen in fear.

thankfully mikasa awakened just in time, with eren shouting at her to save you.

speaking of mikasa, her true allegiance/ackerman blood thingy is still with eren in this fic but i headcannon that since his first command was to for her to fight for you she also has the same knee jerk reaction for whenever she perceives you’re being harmed.

in anycase, that day ™️ happens and you all start training.

it had already been obvious since you were teens but eren started looking at you from a different angle. the sexual kind.

your lack of contact with other people due to his influence had made you a bit of a pushover, as such he’d often coerce you into sex or other related acts.

i mean, you had to pity him! he never had the opportunity to explore and act on his urges. mans stayed a virgin til he enlisted and he’s pent up. you try to argue that it’s cause he was so hung up on revenge that he’s bitchless but that only leads to him questioning you if you’ve been seeing other people behind his back.

i mean you two were basically together, why would he see other people? don’t tell him that you’ve been … cheating on him? how could you!

so yeah he does the same thing to mikasa (the manipulation not the sex lol) and forces her to guard the two of you during your ‘trysts’ (which is just him, the inexperienced boy rutting into you and getting off while you stood/laid there uncomfortable silence)in addition to basically shutting down whatever feelings she might have brewing for him (poor mikasa dude)

but surprisingly eren is the most lax to you during this time period. despite the literal r*pe, he basically allowed you to roam around and do whatever for a change. frankly, it was mostly cause he had to catch up in terms of training, but also cause his FREEDOM ideal is the strongest during this phase.

anddd depending on your behavior you might get pimped out. only to those that he can trust though. god even jean got a taste of you because he lost a bet. he promptly beats up the man afterwards though.

if you’re more focused on training and acquiesce to his demands (hormones) however you’ll be enjoying the only three years of your life where eren’s presence wasn’t looming like dread of your death by a titan’s hands.

now i can’t vouch for how accurate i can portray later seasons eren but basically he’s the worst in yan levels at that point.

once he can fully utilize his powers there is literally no escape for you, not even his death, unless you have some sort of power that hides your ass. he’d already prepared for everything from your captivity to how your life will be like after his inevitable demise.

like i said before, he’d be the type to give you an illusion of freedom. he hates the idea of being caged and vice versa. so specifically speaking after his death and the end of the series, you’ll go from being stuck in a remote area to being free but with hundreds of armed guards watching your every move. hell maybe even the whole “town/village/city” you live in will all just be paid actors he had staged. he will never let you move on from him. whether you like it or not, you’re his in life, in death, as he is dying, and beyond that.

[randomfoxehs-belly]

So yeah thinking of like, riding away from home town heading to the castle capital to rap with the king. Riding by a little hamlet where a couple are arguing, husband trying to be like I gotta go deal with this and the wife being like no if you go then I'll be all alone. Riding up and they break the argument up and offer the traveler a place to sleep for the night because he won't make it to the castle before sunset when they'll close the gates so might as well stop for the night.

Inquiring about their argument and they shamefully explain that their son has been stolen away by some local monsters in a cave nearby. The husband was wanting to go get him back because it's been two days but he'd definitely just get kidnapped by the monsters too.

So hero is like I'll go deal with that for you =3 just stable hopper here while I'm moseying. And they're like uhh no you probably shouldn't, it's about to get dark and that's when the monsters come out, but he's already strolling off.

Going to the cave and there's thirsty femboy slimes being all slutty and teasy and rowdy, creeping on him. And he just baps em down with his sword and shield and they're all like " Dx " until he gives em a final wack to leave em all 😵‍💫

Heading into the cave there's about five of the slimes and a leader, who points him towards a corner of the cave they turned into a makeshift jail cell. When he goes in he finds the captured son getting the succ from a slime and when he goes in to deal with it they're like "wait no it's not what it looks like! Okay it is but still wait" and the slime has the "I'm not a bad slime" moment.

Turns out the son would wander out and get some succ from the local cave slimes and decided to accept an invite to stay over the night for some balls to the wall slam assing.

But when he said it was time to go they wouldn't let him leave, and he refused to give 'em that D so they tossed him in the locker. And when the nice Slime said hey guys maybe this has gone too far we should just let him go, he got tossed in too.

So after getting the lowdown it's time to head home but the boy is like I'm a bit woozy cuz we haven't really had anything to do for the last day but get sucked dry so might need a bit to remember how to walk haha. So hero is just like, hey I recently learned that I have a built in solution to this =9 and eats the boy up. And the slime is like " =oooo .... Me too?" And so he slurps him down as well. Rubs his belly and belches as he heads back to the homestead.

The slime and boy fucking all the way back home

Once he gets back the parents are like hey glad you came to your senses dinner is ready but uhhhh looks like you already ate? Then he just opens wide and lets the son poke his face out, and pulls him out to settle back on his feet and reunite the happy family. The slime pokes his face out too but is like mind if I stay the night? Your belly is much cozier than that cave. So he just gulps him down and heads inside for dinner.

The father gets a little serious and talks about how they get travelers and traders stopping by all the time since they're on the main road to the capital. So he's heard stories about predators. How they'll lie and manipulate people to break apart communities, all for the sake of picking off people's loved ones to swallow them away never to see the light of day ever again >=|

But obviously those must have just been scary stories to frighten children into behaving, because clearly you're a pred and you just brought our family back together ^^

Then settling in for bed the son asks if he can spend the night in his belly, and he's just like ;3 'wanna slime fuck all night~?'

Digesting them as they screw through the night, waking up with boy and slime all neatly tucked away into pudge.

In the morning the cave slimes are tossing rocks and hassling the homestead being like >=o like sore losers.

So the hero goes out and baps them all into submission. And then thinks hmm >.> If I leave they're just gonna keep causing problems....

So he starts slurping all the slimes down to fill up his belly for breakfast =3 Letting them get churned into pudge on the road

Letting out the son and wishing the family thanks for the hearth and home and sets back off~

[skyriderwednesday]

Generally my headcanon is that when it approached the time when Holmes was to start school, the masters went 'is he anything like his brother?' and in response to his parents going 'uh... yeah, kinda', they said 'absolutely not, we won't take him' because despite him being academically brilliant, teaching Mycroft was horrific since he would correct and argue with his teachers near constantly and he viciously refused to participate in anything more vigorous than chess, faking everything from a sprained ankle to asthma to a heart condition to get out of sports.

So Sherlock was the first Holmes in generations not to go to that school, having to attend a completely different one at short notice, which was, in a word, hell for him. When he arrived, he was the smallest boy in the class - which would already have set him up for bullying - but within the first term he shot up in height, raising his trousers up around his knees and his jackets around his elbows. His extreme, obvious intelligence and complete lack of social skills only made things worse.

Speaking four languages (English, French, German, and Italian) from day one, taking to Latin like a duck to water, and playing violin well for an older boy - never mind for a ten year old - endeared him to half his teachers (those who were supposed to teach him history, geography and literature however despaired at his lack of interest in their subjects), and his excitement at the sciences gained him the support of three more, but it did nothing to make him friends. Even when he got into fencing, and a few years later boxing, he was still the weird, tall and gangly, too intelligent by half, social outcast, who stared through everyone and got picked dead last for sports because he wasn't any good at anything that involved a ball (except tennis - he was far too good at tennis and that didn't make them like him either).

Along with the domestic tyranny perpetrated by his father, and the torment he suffered from the neighbour boys in the summers, the vibrant, talkative young Sherlock, who had run around the garden chasing butterflies, catching beetles and bumblebees in his hands, and falling out of trees trying to look at bird nests, gradually withdrew into himself. It was a quiet and depressed young man who finished school and left for university, and it was only after dropping out, running off to London and palling up with a group of young actors that his defensive walls started to come down.

[emma-m-black]

Sister Kent - Chapter Three

Ted Lasso/OC (Roy Kent's Little Sister) (FanFiction) - PG

Takes place in season one, the night the Roy goes to Ted's flat and talks to him (and gets offered peanut butter). Ted and Roy's little sister hit it off.

This is a rough draft as always and I wrote this to be 4 chapters. Hope you enjoy.

Author Master List

Read Chapter One, Chapter Two,

Chapter Three:

“Thank you, Phillip. I can finish clearing up if you wanted to head home.” Juliet was standing in the examination room, a group of patient folders in her hands. Her hair was tied back and out of her face, having spent a good portion of the day working on some players and going over files.

“I won’t argue with that. Have a good night Juliet.”

Most of the clubhouse was dark. Only those finishing up their day remained, and Juliet could hear the familiar and faint voice of one Ted Lasso. She was sure that she had seen Coach Beard leave already, backpack on and phone to his ear.

Putting the files to her desk, Juliet decided she would finish her tasks in the morning before the players got in and instead grabbed her jacket and bag and, while placing her arms through the straps, she made her way towards the Manager’s Office.

As she covered the distance, she noticed the voice quiet, until there was just the sound of the washers and the steps of those remaining. Juliet entered the first room and could see Ted through the window. His elbows were on the desk, his head was in his hands and his shoulders were drooped. The stance of someone with something on their mind, the stance of someone that you normally want no one else to see. So, taking a few steps back out of the room, Juliet stood, knocked on the wall as she re-entered the room with a smile on her face. “Shouldn’t you guy be home by now? Big game tomorrow.”

“Juliet?” Ted’s head shot up from the table and he gave a few quick blinks. “What are you still doing here?” The normal Ted smile quickly came across his face.

“Pretty sure Phillip wants to be out of here the minute the game is over tomorrow, so I spent my day doing paperwork, and now I’m starving. How about you Coach? My treat.”

“Sound like the perfect end to the day.” Ted stood up and slipped on his jacket before loading up his backpack. It was at this moment that the screen on his phone which laid on the desk lit up. A picture of a young boy filled the screen and a text that said:

Henry: Good Luck Tomorrow! I believe in you!!!

Juliet would not pry as to who Henry was, as she had a pretty good idea already. However, she had been caught by Ted while staring at the device. “My son, Henry.”

“He’s cute.”

“Yeah, he’s the best parts of me,” Said Ted as he picked up the phone, stared at the picture for a second and then pocketed the device.

Ted let Juliet lead the way out of the room and out of the building, and once they were out in the cool night air, Ted stopped and looked around the empty staff parking lot. “Wait, you don’t have a car?”

“I do, but I prefer commuting and walking to work. The exercise is excellent, especially when I have to work late, because that usually means I’ve been sitting all day. Also, I like people watching.”

A sigh left Ted’s lips, and he pulled on the straps of his bag. “I have to ask...”

“Was I adopted?” Juliet quickly cut off with a laugh as she walked towards the gate.

“I was gonna go with switched at birth.”

Both laughed and then Juliet looked at Ted as they walked. “I like to say Roy couldn’t handle the amount of happiness he was given, so I had to take it all. Honestly, though, he’s a teddy bear. I just think, he spent most of his time taking care of me, and then when he had to leave for football, he blamed himself for leaving me behind with our parents. They were always so busy trying to keep things going, pay for us to do the things we wanted, but that meant I was left alone a lot.”

“Is that why you came here?”

“Yeah, he beat himself up for leaving me for his football career. I mean, I know he would make no other decision, and it wasn’t his place to take care of me. I thought maybe if I could come back, maybe it would help. But I see you’ve already done that for me. You are different, Coach Lasso.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that, and probably won’t be the last.”

“Well, whatever it is you are doing, Coach, don’t stop.”

The rest of the trip was filled with small talk, almost as if they were approaching topics too deep and thus needed to sidestep. When they arrived at The Crown and Anchor, they each ordered a large basket of crisps to share and a burger each, along with a pint.

When May sat the basket of chips down and two pints with an enormous smile on her face as she looked at Juliet and eyed the Richmond logo on her jacket. “Well, aren’t you a pleasant upgrade from this git’s normal company?”

Ted let out a laugh. “May, meet the charming Juliet Kent. She’s just started working at the clubhouse. Juliet, this is May, our esteemed host.”

“Pleasure to meet you dear.” Greeted May before she leaned slightly to her right, putting herself closer to Ted. “Quite the catch there, Ted.” And then she was off before either party could say anything in response.

Ted cleared his throat and let his eyes fall to the basket. “I’ve almost been here a year and I still can’t get used to calling these chips.” He lifted a thin yellow potato between them, examining it before popping it into his mouth.

“I can’t believe you call them fries.” Said Juliet with a raised brow, before she too picked one up and popped it in her mouth. “Like, it rhymes with cries. Do you only eat them when you are sad or something? Oh no, are you sad?” The smile on her face told Ted that she was only teasing, and Ted’s eyes lit up in response but then slowly they dimmed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Juliet trailed off, knowing that she had hit on something, but not being sure exactly what was on his mind.

“I was going to fly back home after the season. Henry and I made all these plans, but now, now I’m going to have to stay in a hotel, or worse yet, stay with my mother.” Ted placed his arms on the table and linked his fingers together around his glass. “I only came here to give Michelle space, thinking that was the solution and I know it’s better for the both of us to be apart, but what is that going to be like to Henry? Seeing me there, but not at home?”

Juliet reached across the table and wrapped a hand around Ted’s wrist. “I’m sure he will just be happy to see you, and to spend whatever time he has with you. I assume that means you plan on sticking around here?”

“Rebecca wants to extend our contract, wants Beard and I to stay on another season at least, win or lose, but I don’t know. I came out here for reasons that don’t really exist anymore.” Ted’s eyes fell down to where Juliet’s hand rested against his skin.

“You do whatever feels right to you Ted, but go see your kid. As someone who never got to spend much time with her parent’s, it’s what I always wanted. Kids are a blessing Ted, don’t forget that.”

Juliet’s eyes turned glassy as she said this and with a quick shake, she pulled her hand from Ted’s skin. “Sorry, can you excuse me for a moment? All that water I drank is haunting me.”

Without waiting for a response, Juliet stood up and moved towards the restroom. Ted watched as she walked away from the table and wondered what caused the sudden sadness behind her eyes.

“So, can I expect to see her around her more?” Asked May with a smile, pulling Ted from his thoughts.

“Probably, she seems to get along pretty well with Beard and I.” The implication that May was making was lost on Ted, and instead his answer was just honest to the moment.

“Ted, she’s fit. If you don’t I will,” Said May with a laugh, placing the burgers down on the table. “You deserve to be happy too. Don’t forget that.”

“May, I’m pretty sure she is half my age.”

“It’s just a number Ted.” May patted him on the shoulder in a motherly way and then walked away just as Juliet was coming back to the table.

Watching as she walked towards him, he could see the shine of unshed tears in her eyes, and his heart gave a lurch in his chest.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Juliet said with a smile as she sat back down in her seat and looked at her burger. “Now I don’t have to fight you for the chips.”

While they ate, Juliet asked questions about the team and the club. About Rebecca, and Keeley, who had come bounding into her office earlier that morning to introduce herself. They had finished their food, including the entire basket of chips and two more beers each, when May finally kicked them out of the pub.

“Well Ted, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Said Juliet as she backed up a few steps from Ted and in the opposite direction that he as going.

“Are you close?”

“I live in Gloucester.”

“I don’t know where that is,” Said Ted with a laugh.

“It’s a good distance from here.”

Ted’s chest tightened as he watched her walk away. “I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let you walk home on your own. Can I offer you my couch? I would feel mighty bad if something happened to you. Besides, if you want to sober up, we could chug some water, and I will make you a nice, strong cup of coffee in the morning. No funny business, I swear.” Ted held his hands up in surrender as to emphasize his point.

“No funny business?” Asked Juliet as she stepped forward toward Ted.

“I mean, I won’t try to sleep with you.” Said Ted simply as Juliet came to stand next to him.

Bumping her shoulder into his. “What a shame.” Then she let out a laugh. “Come on Lasso, I’m tired.”

Once they had traveled the short distance to Ted’s flat, he let them in. Once they were both inside, Ted took their jackets and hung them on a coat rack in the hall while Juliet moved into the kitchen. Having seen where the cups were held, she grabbed two and filled them both with some water from the tap.

When Ted entered the room, he graciously took one cup from Juliet, and the two stood in an awkward silence as they drank. She stood leaning back against the counter with both hands wrapped around the cup and Ted stood about five steps away, one hand in his pocket and the other around his own glass of water.

“This is awkward, isn’t it?” Ted finally asked, breaking the silence. “I made it awkward with that sleep with you joke.”

“Yeah, but like in a good way.” Juliet replied as she looked over the top of her cup at Ted with a raised eyebrow. Then a laugh left her lips, and soon after Ted followed suit, and once they had both finally quieted down, and their chests were warm with alcohol and laughter, Juliet turned to look into the sitting area. “Ted, I can’t let you sleep on that.”

“It’s fine.”

“Ted, you are like six feet.”

“Six-One actually.”

Juliet finished the rest of the water from her glass and set it on the counter. “How about you lend me a shirt and I will sleep on the couch? Then you can make it up to me when you feel super guilty in the morning that you slept in your own bed, by putting food and coffee in front of me.”

“This better not hurt my street cred.” Said Ted with a laugh.

“If you want, I can shove a pair of panties in your pants pocket to find once you're at work?”

Ted let out a hearty laugh and set his glass down next to Juliet’s. “Just carry an assortment of undergarments with you, do you?”

“I’m prepared for anything, Ted. I work weird hours, travel with the teams full of men. So I always carry emergency clothes.”

“You carry emergency clothes, but no pajamas?”

Juliet looked at Ted with a smile. “Maybe I just wanna steal one of your shirts.”

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s usually what happens when I latch myself onto a new friend.”

Ted examined Juliet, from her dark wavy hair, dark brows and freckle-less face, to the tips of her toes and back up again. “Nope, still don’t understand how you two are related.”

“Just stop trying to figure it all out and accept it for how it is Ted. Now, show me to the loo so I can brush up and change.”

Juliet slept surprisingly good on the couch, and as she slowly awoke she realized it was the sound of hushed voices from the kitchen that had dragged her from her slumber.

“Do you think you are gonna win today, dad?”

“It would be nice, but you know what I say.”

“It isn’t about the wins and losses.”

“Exactly.”

“Mom and I will be watching. I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you too kiddo, but I better go okay. I need to wake up Beard and I did promise to make him breakfast and coffee.”

“Okay dad, love you!” Henry was no longer whispering and instead shouted through the phone.

“Love you too Henry.”

Juliet slowly propped herself up on her elbows. Staring into the kitchen, she found Ted sitting in the chair opposite her with a sad smile on his face. “He sounds like a lovely kid.”

“He is.” Ted said as he sat his phone down and looked across the room at Juliet. “Well, gosh darnit! You’re one of those people.”

“One of what people?” Asked Juliet as she tossed the blanket off of herself and stood up from the couch with a stretch.

“Those people who wake up from bed in the morning looking like...” But he voice trailed off Juliet reached towards the ceiling, stretching her arms and fingers to their full extent and causing the shirt she was wearing to follow, exposing more of her bare legs to the surrounding air. “Like you just had a beauty team attack you, and not like you’ve just woken up.”

Juliet turned and looked at Ted, a smile on her face as she brought her arms back down to her side.

“Damn, Capulet gotta’ go makin’ that shirt looks better, too.” This was spoken a lot softer.

The heat flared up in Juliet’s face and she was sure that she was the same colour as the slightly faded red Kansas city shirt she was wearing. With a breath, she pulled on the way too long for her shirt and smiled at Ted. “You know I have to steal this, right?”

“Wouldn’t expect any less.” Said Ted before rising from his chair and running a hand through his bed head.

“So I don’t know what Beard’s appetite is like, but I’ll eat double that, please.”

“Sorry bout’ that. Figured it was...”

“Easier than telling your son that you had a woman he’s never met before, sleep over on his dad’s couch. Don’t worry, I understand. You don’t need to justify anything to me about what you think is best for your son.”

Ted ran a finger across his mustache as he stared at Juliet from across the room. “Is this you flirting with me, cause’ I gotta’ be honest, I’m feeling very out of my element. I haven’t been single for a long time and I’m in another country, I’ve now had a one-night stand with Sassy, and now I got you standing there looking like somethin’ out of a magazine I would have hidden under my bed from my momma.”

A light laugh left Juliet. “Yeah Ted, this is me flirting with you. Beard told me everything that happened, why you came over here about the divorce. So this is me flirting, but not going any farther, because like I said, I cling hard, and I don’t want you to hurt me if you realize New Ted isn’t this Ted. You need to figure out who Ted Lasso is now, before you can start worrying about anything else. Also, who is Sassy? Is she hot?” Juliet asked in earnest, the wiggle in her brow causing Ted to let out a laugh.

“You are a smart cookie. I knew there was a reason I liked you. But you gotta’ explain to me how you got all this from Beard?”

“Oh, we are texting buddies. Although I’m in his phone as Julian and I’m pretty sure his girlfriend thinks you are gay, but that is besides the point. I want to hear all about this one-night stand you had.” Juliet bounced into the kitchen with an enormous smile. “Is she hot? Was she good? Do I get to meet her?”

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Perfect answer Ted. Now can we eat? I’m hungry!”

Chapter Four

[monin1ca]

Hello! This is my first ever request so sorry if its a little wonky.

I really liked the fics about Valorant agent being your older sibling, especially the Chamber one, would it be possible to do fic about older brother Chamber with younger ftm brother? Their parents don't really support them and would be pretty dysphoric all the time.

Thank you so much in advance :D

Word count: 610 Warnings: Angst, Unsupportive Parents, Abuse, Reader is Trans (FTM), Cursing, Hints of Dead Naming (Instead of D/N (dead/name), I chose to use [Redacted])

Synopsis: “She’s covering all her mirrors! What a disgrace; just what is she hiding from?!”

You felt uncomfortable under your own skin, Vincent could tell.

Your parents hated you after that faithful day you came out. Saying you didn’t want to be a girl anymore and be something more “you.” They brushed you off, laughing loudly. Claiming it’s just a “phase,” but they snapped when they saw your dead-serious face. Shouting profanities, followed by your mom slapping you to the ground. “I knew it. You’ve been hanging out too much with those disgusting gays! No wonder you’ve acted so differently! To your room now!”

“Mama?... Papa?...”

Vincent’s shaking voice rang through the room; he saw your trembling figure on the ground. A red handprint freshly imprinted on your cheek, combined with tears running down your face. Your brother came home; he finished the compulsory Military training that your parents signed him up for. His face contorted to a disgusted one, piecing together what had happened. You had been sending him letters, telling him about how you felt. “Get up, go to your room and wait for me.” Vincent’s expressionless face and trembling body ushered you up, giving you a soft push to go upstairs. You run for your room, accidentally knocking over your family portraits. Though, at this point, you didn’t care. You curled into a ball and hugged your pillow as tight as you could. Hoping this would end quickly, but it didn’t. The thin walls of this house couldn’t silence the raging voices arguing downstairs.

“She’s covering all her mirrors! What a disgrace; just what is she hiding from?!”

You hear your mother screech at Vincent.

“For your information, it’s ‘he.’”

The latter's voice was calm, but you could tell it was holding back boiling venom.

“Ayiah, Vin! Not you too! She needs to learn to be who she is! Not some freak that wants to dress up as a boy.”

You could feel something snap in your brother.

“He’s not playing pretend, mama! He feels this way! Et si vous ne l'acceptez pas ? Eh bien, nous allons partir. (And if you dont accept him? Well, we're going to leave.)”

The house stills. Then you hear sobs from your mother, you hear a chair grind against the floor. Signaling someone stood up, presumably your father. 

“Aller! Partez alors. N'embêtez plus ma famille, je ne vous vois plus comme faisant partie des "Fabrons". (Go! Leave then. Trouble my family no more, I don't see you as a part of the "Fabrons.”)”

Your mother gasps, 

“Mon amour, qu'en est-il de [Redacted] et Vincent ? Que sommes-nous censés dire à la famille à leur sujet ? (My love, what about [Redacted] and Vincent? What are we supposed to tell the family about them?)”

You hear heavy footsteps storm off, thumping toward your room. You rub your eyes, praying to the heavens above it was Vincent. Thankfully, it was him. He had a sweet smile on his face, “Mon ange, prépare tes affaires, yes? On va quelque part et on ne revient jamais. (Angel, pack your things, yeah? We're going somewhere and never coming back.)”

You were more than ok with that, relieved to leave this shit hole of a home.

Author’s Note: ARGH, IM SO SORRY TO ALL THE TRANS PEOPLE WHO READ THIS SHIT. IT’S THE FIRST TIME I WROTE FOR THIS TYPE OF CONTENT! FEAR NOT THERE'S A PART TWO I SWEAR I’LL DO BETTER (headcanon version this time huhuhuhu)… PLEASE FORGIVE ME :((

[cladestruction]

PART II of my super long aotd thoughts (and prayers) commentary/analysis extravanganza🤪

warning: spoilers. repetition of words/expressions hehe. badly written (english is not my first language lol). looong text. curse words. biased opinions because this is my blog and i get to do with it as i please.

previously: part I

Murderface slowly begins to be taken over: oooh boooy. now this arc, oof. i really like this arc. Murderface is a dick. a lot of times during the show i found myself losing my temper at him. but he adds a lot of fun to the band dynamic and it’s very sweet whenever we get to see more of him outside his shitty ego-driven behavior. a lot of my favorite episodes are those where we get glimpses of how much pain Murderface hides under his shitty personality. and this movie went ballistic on developing his character! big big fan. it was genuinely terrifying (for me at least lol) to see him deal with horrible visions by himself. he is scared but also doesn’t do much to fight it? and we never see him seek help, which adds salt to the wound. he is like that after all: he holds very little regard for his own safety and when things are serious he doesn’t trust anyone to help him. he puts on long sleeves and keeps going. Salacia was actually smart to get him and exploit his fears and weaknesses, but that’s exactly why i hate him with my whole being.

Establishing band roles and brewing conflict: Knubbler carried this entire section of the movie, case CLOSED. he is funny, sassy, he knows how to deal with the boys and the man knows about music. he is the best man for the job and i love him for that. also he planted the seed of the family trope and that’s gospel. moving on, i really like how the writing challenge was presented: the central subject being to deliver a message and reach out to those important to you. moving on, yeah yeah nickels band parents, nothing new. sister Toki is my favorite thing ever and Skwisgaar IS the older brother, argue with the wall. but MURDERFACE!!! the way he talks about his role on he band was heartbreaking. my man has no self-esteem and that’s tragic. it’s also a great parallel between him and Nathan, who also doesn’t seem to know his own place in the band (and in the world). they both need to work on themselves and THAT’S the movie, actually. Skwisgaar and previously Pickles are very focused and Toki keeps his colorful thinking and joyful manners and that really healed something in me. finally, the slow zoom on Murderface as he listens to the band talk shit about him made a hole in my heart. the following scene of him in his bedroom was genuinely chilling and it establishes how he was going to sabotage the song of salvation. great work.

Nathan vs the internet: ANOTHER AMAZING SCENE. dethklok vs tabloids/bad press is 1. a very fitting commentary of what fame and stars have to deal with and 2. something we know does get to them because it was established on the show before (Dethvanity). the fact that it comes back to haunt Nathan now at his lowest is just genius. it continues building up tension and it’s exquisite. the headline “Explosion in Flop Era” was not in my bingo cards but ugh it’s GREAT, and the “Brave Woman Refuses Proposal” was amazing to see, because it’s true! Abigail was very brave for standing her ground and we should say it. also, i liked it even more because women tend to be treated horribly in the media and considering Abigail is a character that even fans of the show cursed and trashed irl, i like that this movie went against that. i absolutely adore how Nathan called his parents for advice/support (and we get to see baby Nathan yipee! and they have a cat??? cute), his relationship with his parents is very important and i like that it was acknowledged even in such a short scene.

TRAINING MONTAGE YIPEE!!!: the Knubbler rage fit was so great. i laughed so much. he is such a drama queen and yeah go off babe!!! then the scene establishing the guitar tuner??? genius. it also hints that Toki lost practice and some of his abilities after dsr and that’s just great storywise, i love when events have consequences lol. the scene of Murderface discovering the army was sooo cool, and Skwisgaar following??? tbh i’m a sucker for every Skwisgaar moment in this franchise, he is amazing and he IS the moment. and the way he speaks to Murderface the morning after??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? sexiest man alive PERIOD. moving on, Pickles cheering Nathan as he climbs to the tree was so cute! it carries on with his desperation on being Nathan’s boy best friend™, and how concerned he looks when Nathan doesn’t make it to the top is perfect because it means that he thinks he is failing himself at being a good friend. moving on, Nathan struggling to write was so cool! the lines “i don’t know what salvation is” “hope isn’t a metal concept” “people don’t come to me for salvation” and “i sing about death” were so raw in my opinion, and so true! Nathan is a lyrical genius and in universe people live AND die for his gutsy, bloody, brutal lyrics. but he could also feel caged because of that same reason. if he wishes for something more, something not brutal like a family and being happy, he must feel like he isn’t allowed those things. they’re not for him. they’re not what he does. and he even shows doubt about what he is good at, as he is now lacking confidence due to Murderface’s previous doings. and when Knubbler asks if that’s what he feels is the song of salvation he just… gives up. he doesn’t think the song is going to save anyone, but he is too scared and sad to try anything else. it’s also painful how after Murderface says “i think this plan sucks” Nathan goes and scratches out the “band” from his list. yeah, he doesn’t communicate with them. he gives up and closes off.

if the world is ending, do drugs!: ok first of all, great sequence. seeing Nathan in different stages of his life was so so BEAUTIFUL. from birth to death, repeating over and over. NOW, THE WHALE. REAL QUEEN. so powerful so calm so cool so wise. i really like seeing Nathan communicate with her (if i’m getting wrong the pronouns please correct me hehe). he looks so sincere and honest, even when he’s telling her how scared he is. it’s refreshing to see him being vulnerable. and the words of the whale are deep, both reassuring and challenging. i really like how she says that basically Nathan writing the “wrong” song is what’s meant to happen, because the real challenge is what he will do afterwards. it’s self-explanatory tho, so i won’t say much. but yeah, i really like all this scene. especially because i share that headcannon of Nathan having visions of the ocean/the whale for all his life. it makes this encounter face to face much more significant.

world’s worst salvation concert: i am a sucker for the parallels between the scenes of the equipment getting ready and Knubbler religiously preparing for the song. FACEBONES IS BACK! GOOD SHIT! when Nathan, SECONDS before starting the song asks himself if this is wrong or not was AMAZING!!! i loved the vertigo of him being already there: no way out, no turn back, no second chances, no time to think. it’s even better when you remember just how distant he is from the rest of the band. nobody else knows how unsure he is (except for Murderface, for obvious reasons) and so he is standing there, in the middle of the stage, fearing that he won’t be able to save anyone. seeing him look fucking terrified as his cue to sing approaches is ugh, cinema. the sequence of people dying was very funny actually, because it felt so much like the early seasons of the show. horrible, absurd and extreme deaths is basically the first thing we see of dethklok back in season 1 so it’s nostalgic. very good sequence. now, when the song cuts off and we see Knubbler concerned i promise you i was holding my heart in my throat. the helicopters in the distance, flying on the bloody red sky is such an amazing visual i can’t stop thinking about it! the concern on Knubbler’s face when he says “how did they find us” is chilling because, if you think about it, Knubbler is actually kind of a normal person, and that’s saying a lot because everyone on this show is on some weird shit. yeah he jokes around and it’s playful and seems relaxed but he is actually very sensible. he is one of the few people working with dethklok who does his job well, takes it seriously and is not afraid to tell the boys when they’re being idiots. the man has recorded albums with dethklok AND survived! and we know just how messy the boys are, professionally speaking. so seeing him be visibly concerned and scared in this scene got me panicking. and when he screams to the boys to run UGH. i choked up. again, he’s worked with them a long time and has gotten to care for them, even when he runs out of patience. and the fact that he’s now also involved in this huge save-the-world plan it’s jarring! imagine if the 5 irresponsible menchildren you’ve been working with, who you’ve cared for and called out and had fun with so many times are suddenly the chosen ones and you have to save their asses once again, this time with the entire world at stake. that’s INSANE.

Chaos™: Toki’s immediate concern over Skwisgaar is just wow. my fucking heart :(((. the look of terror on everyone’s face is amazing and, dare i say, fear is one of the biggest character developments the band goes through together. they’ve seen sooo much fucked up shit in ther lives, individually AND as a group, countless deaths, bloody and gutsy and brutal, but they almost never showed horror before. THIS is what terrifies them. the idea that not only they’re about to die (i have a theory that the boys don’t really fear death, outside of Toki and Skwisgaar maybe), but also the idea that they ultimately failed and everything is just: going to end. they didn’t even finish the song, they weren’t able to reconnect with their fans, they weren’t able to say goodbye to anyone, and nobody’s coming to save them. i actually like the drama of this scene, it adds a lot of weight to the middle of the movie, but i also absolutely HATE IT because fuuuck. the klokateers!!! i should be desensitized by now because we’ve seen klokateers be killed horribly during the entirety of the show but ugh i guess it never stops hurting. they are people, with lives and hearts. yeah they voluntarily and knowingly become gears to protect and sacrifice their lives for dethklok, but it still hurts to see them die. i get it from a storytelling point, because this makes dethklok more desperate and the viewers fear Salacia and the tribunal a little more, but yeah, i don’t enjoy it :(. also, Murderface running away as he screams “please, get out of my head” broke my heart. we see on the show Crozier going through his own personal hell when Salacia mind-controls him, but Murderface sounds in so much pain when he screams. he sounds so helpless, and knowing Salacia must be having a blast in his mind exploiting every single one of his fears, it’s jarring. idk, Murderface is a dick and has done very stupid things but as i watched this movie i found myself wanting to protect him so many times. maybe he is my baby now, who knows.

i’ll end this part here because one of the most painful portions of the movie is coming and i have so much to say it’s not going to fit here. but behold.

[narrators-journal]

Truth or dare

More Ao3 asks~ This one I tried to shake off the rust and give it a good set up, so I hope it's good. The asker deserved a longer ask to make up for being lowkey forgotten for so long lol. I don't particularly write about robots too much, so if I'm off on anything, that's why, but I hope it's still enjoyable!

CW: thigh fucking, robot girls, monsterfucking reader, male reader

Being an odd teen, parties had never been your scene. Ever since a middle school bully outed your suspected taste for androids, werewolves, and succubi, you’d tried your best to avoid anything social with your classmates. Friends in the classroom were fine, but after school, you preferred to keep to yourself. Yet, it seemed to be a highschool rite of passage to attend at least one party, lest you be deemed a prude, so you eventually scraped up the courage to play wallflower to Natsuki’s latest house party.

Though, the get together wasn’t the worst experience. Plenty of kids had taken your route to attending, leaning against the wall while the music throbbed through the home and beer was passed out by the bucketfuls. No one having the sober awareness nor the lung power to call you out for any odd crushes from your past either, so you were pretty free to exist on your own for a good while undisturbed. Only expected to nurse your plastic cup of alcoholic soda and maybe bounce a bit to the loud music.

At least, until the host, a tanned, light-haired girl graced with parents away for the weekend, turned down the music to crow, “Alright! Time to play truth or dare!” much to the glee of her many guests. Starting up a chaotic shuffle for the people to gather to either watch from the sidelines, or partake in what was certain to be a wild, drunken mess of one-up-ing and gossip. A tizzy you were pretty set to avoid. Setting your cup on a decorative side table and slinking along the edge of the gathering crowd to the front door. Only for the plot to be foiled by a familiar voice that froze you to the entry hall’s throw rug. “Oh, I believe I know you.” A girl noted, her voice smooth and matter-of-fact, only marred by the occasional odd static-y edge that, to you at least, gave Aigis away without you even having to turn around to face your latest crush.

One of three transfer students this year, Aigis was the second favorite of the school for her dry humor, jarringly blunt statements, and, as to be expected of private school teenagers, her easily attractive looks. With perfectly smooth skin, captivating blue eyes, and golden hair kept short for low maintenance, you could agree that she was a captivating sight. Though, while most boys in your class took notice of her mostly for her amusing personality quirks or legging-hugged thighs, she held your attention for one thing.

She was undoubtedly an android.

Which, yes, was a tad shallow of a detail to be so drawn to, but for you, it merely enhanced the others. It made her blunt recognition of you more endearing then blood chilling. So, you turned to look at the girl, meeting those sky-colored orbs with a pink dusting on your cheeks. “Ah, hi Aigis. Surprised you recognize me, I’m...not the most talkative boy.” You hummed, turning your eyes to the carpet to avoid her unblinking gaze. “You are friends with Junpei Iori and Ryoji Mochizuki. You are a threat to Minato’s safety.” Ah, yeah, another dead giveaway. “Right, uh…” You paused to run a hand through your hair, “Well, I was just heading home, good to see-” “No.” You froze again, your eyes shooting up to look at the robot in front of you.

With the majority of the party guests either squirreled away in rooms, or gathering for truth or dare, it was only the two of you in the entryway, which you were thankful for with how hot your face got. “No?” You asked dumbly, “I do not trust you. I will not let you out of my sight.” She insisted, taking hold of your hand before you could try to complain or argue, dragging you back to the gathering of party-goers and alcohol. “Wait, what?!” You squawked, trying to tamp down the heat in your face as you followed her.

Yet, while you didn’t particularly want to stay, you found yourself doing as the blonde said. Either because of the power difference or some bubbling sense of excitement at being ordered around. The hell exactly am I into? Your personal questions were left for later, though, as your attention was demanded by the game of truth or dare. Keeping an eye on the game and hoping not to be roped in. “You!” Natsuki chirped, jabbing a painted finger at you from across the vague circle of gekkoukan students at you, “Truth or dare.” She demanded, making you blink in utter confusion, “Uh…” You paused, cautiously adding, “Dare? I suppose?” “Have sex with her.” She ordered, making your eyes widen at the sheer forwardness of the demand. “W-why is that a dare?!” “Because I said so. I want you to fuck the robot girl and report back how it went.” Natsuki said, the buzzed and drunk students attending her party giggling while you only stared at her like a fish on shore and Aigis got up to speak quietly with Junpei.

When she returned, you looked up to the blonde, hoping she’d argue the ridiculousness of the demand. But, all she did was nod to the host of the party, “Very well. We will do our best.” She assured, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you up before her words could fully sink in.

All you could really do was dumbly allow yourself to be hauled away from the giggling crowd. Hauled upstairs by the robot with your mind swirling with questions . Does Natsuki know Aigis is a robot? Or was that just a mean jab? Why would she hook us up like this? Was she drunk? Is Aigis going to… Before your thoughts could wonder down the path of your more lustful thoughts, you registered that you’d been taken into a guest bedroom. Spacious, clean, unused. Complete with a lock that aigis clicked shut on the door. “According to Junpei, parties and hooking up are fun, and he has encouraged me to partake. So, please hook up with me.” She requested, granting you your words once more so you could stammer out, “U-um, are you sure?” “Yes. I wish to have fun.” She confirmed, simply standing in front of you casually, fixing you with such gorgeous blue eyes as if she could see the thoughts swimming in your head. This is a joke right? Some mean joke like in middle school? You asked yourself, but under your dare partner’s calm gaze, you found yourself just...rolling with it. “Well, um. First, you need to take your bottoms off first. Sex is...harder when we’re clothed.” You explained, and, with an understanding nod, she began undressing.

And, with wide eyes, you watched as the blonde began pulling her leggings down to reveal. Metal legs. Or, not exactly metallic legs, he could see a sort of thin fabric pulled over her heavy appendages, reaching from the top of her thigh, to where her ankle would usually be. Yet, judging from the shiny black portion of what was her ‘foot’, beneath that layer of protective fabric was that expected metal skin. Holy shit, this is real. I’m going to screw a robot. You realized, the thought sending instant warmth down to your groin the more it sunk in until another realization slithered in to curb it. Wait, but if her body is metal, wouldn’t that make it impossible to fuck her? Does she...have any openings for that? And, as if to answer your question, Aigis hummed, “I apologize, but I do not believe I have the appropriate parts for this. I am built to fight, not procreate.” you nodded at that, busying yourself with undoing your pants to give yourself time to come up with an alternative. “Uh, that’s okay, we can still have fun and do the dare.” You assured, your cheeks burning with hellfire as you continued, “I could try a different sort of sex, if you’d let me?” adding quickly to plead your case, “A-after all, the dare was only for us to have sex, Natsuki never specified penetrative or anything.”And, naturally, the robot eyed you for your offer, but after a moment of silent simmering in your anxiety, she nodded. “I was told to partake in this party to the fullest extent of ‘fun’.” She reiterated, “I am left to assume that includes the truth or dare game. What is the next step of hooking up?”

So, you went ahead and directed her to lay on the bed, the blonde following orders with a curious gleam in her blue eyes, but no complaints. Then, you tentatively picked up her legs, putting them on one of your shoulders. Pausing only to admire the gently textured cloth over the chilly metal of her legs, likely there to minimize the rubbing of metal upon metal or physical contact with her legs outing her inhuman nature, and the weight of them.

Once again, the thought of Aigis’ metallic body sent a pulse of heat to your groin, making your member throb. Encouraged by the sight of the girl’s mussed school uniform and her looking up at you with her hands flung beside her head, naturally unbothered at the position, undoubtedly from having no real sex drive. You mused, but tried not to think of this situation being that aggressively one-sided. Instead, you drank the image in and took a deep breath to stoke up your courage. “You’re comfortable with this, right?” You checked again, hooking an arm around her calves so you could use your free hand to free your painfully stiff erection. “Yes. Judging from how often Junpei enjoys speaking of this type of situation, this is very desirable. I want to experience it,” she explained again. Watching as you positioned your dick between her fabric-covered thighs and carefully pressed them against yourself. And, naturally, it wasn’t plush, or as soft as human skin. But the contrast of the cool metal and fabric against such sensitive, warm skin made you shudder.

Having Aigis’ blessing, you gave a nod and began humping into the space. Moving slow, as to not hurt yourself, and doing your best to ensure the girl didn’t squeeze your cock too tightly, you closed your eyes and let out soft moans. Relishing the chance to teach an android about something so human, or simply the stimulation offered by the pressure and novelty of your partner. Because, while it may have been slightly shallow, or amoral, you couldn’t deny how your dick twitched at the thought of being used as an AI’s personal experiment. A study subject for the sake of learning to emulate humanity. Even if the reality of that fantasy was rigid metal, caution, working around limitations, and a partner who did little beyond hum with interest at the way you twitched and throbbed between her thighs. “Does this feel good to you?” She questioned, getting an eager nod as you breathed out moans, “How come?” “It’s...hard to explain…” You panted, glancing down at your own movements, watching as your precum was rubbed into the thin fabric over her legs with each thrust. “Will you explain after?” She asked, and you, again, nodded. Too busy trying not to crush yourself between the legs you held captive on your shoulder to manage another verbal response.

Thankfully, with that agreed upon, Aigis kept quiet and merely watched you thrust. Which, was another aspect you found stirred up those embers in your belly. Looking down to see the way the blonde studied your thrusts and the drips of fluid that managed to reach her doll-like pubic section sent bolts of pleasure through your blood, drawing out more moans and pants.

However, it wasn’t until you let the metal of her thighs close around your cock a little more, just enough to threaten, that you felt the fuzzy rush of warmth that forewarned your orgasm. Letting the restraint slip a little more to let your pace pick up a little bit. Stoking those flames until the warmth washed over you in pleasurable pulses. Ripples of euphoria through your lust-filled blood and your cock twitched one final time before ropes of sticky cum spilled out onto Aigis’ belly. Leaving you shaking slightly with a pause in your train of thought.

Yet, you couldn’t stay in that lustful high forever, dragged back to reality when Aigis put her legs down and began cleaning up the splatters of cream. "T-that wasn’t bad, was it?” You asked, instantly feeling yourself blush once more at your brainless concern. Yet, Aigis only gave a hum of thought and nodded. “It was...fairly enjoyable to see how much you enjoy my body.” She confirmed, the note of realization in her voice giving you a small burst of joy. “Though, could you explain why it was so enjoyable? Do all humans enjoy sex? Why?” She continued a breath into your happy moment. So, you’d interested the android in sex, but you would have to spend the rest of the night teaching her the complexities next.

[linawritesocs]

7, 8, 14 and 16 for Vance, Hayden, Jay and Minnie! XDD

these sound so interesting, thank you sm aurora! also, i'm answering these for real!jay since fake!jay didn't really have a childhood.

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"what was your muse's personality like as a kid? how has it changed since then?" austin: he actually didn't change much since then! he wasn't the most friendly kid and he liked to brag about how smart he is and that his family has such high hopes for him. he didn't have many friends because of that and most kids couldn't stand him. but hey, his siblings thought he was cool :) oh, and also he was more open about his interest in anime and he talked about how much he loves cats more often.

hayden: he was a very shy kid who had no idea how to talk to people other than his family members. he cried a lot and couldn't control his emotions at all and he got in trouble often because of that and he got scared easily. he often hid behind his older brothers when people tried to talk to him and he couldn't even say hi to them because of how scared he was. he also had a very bad fear of affection and he still does and if anyone tried to hug him or simply smiled at him, he would cry and beg them not to punish him. that.. made other people worry about him a lot actually.

7. "did your muse have any enemies? playground rivalries? how did that turn out?"

vance: not really! vance was a very nice and sweet kid, so most people enjoyed his company and other children admired him and wanted to be friends with him. even after injuring himself and starting to act like vance that we know, kids thought he was cool and invited him to play with them. but if he had to call someone his enemy.. it would be his grandfather, most likely.

hayden: hayden rarely was allowed to go outside, especially after his family found out that he's friends with angel and bunny, so.. yeah, he definitely didn't have any playground rivalries. also, whenever he was allowed to go outside, most kids had a feeling that he's going through something bad and asked if he's okay. of course, he couldn't tell them everything, so he ran away right after that. so yeah, his enemies were mostly just his family members.

real!jay: if hayden wasn't allowed to leave the house that often, jay simply didn't like going outside. he was okay with spending the entire day in his room and most kids didn't even know that he exists, sure, they heard that the polley family has two children, but they only met jay's older sister and didn't know anything about him. so.. yeah, no enemies and rivalries.

minnie: she also didn't like to play outside that much, but she would definitely call her twin brother her enemy. they argued and fought a lot and their mom had no idea how to stop them. and when their mom asked why won't they play together, minnie's brother said that he would never play with a girl and he believed that minnie was too weak so it would be boring to play with her.

8. "what did your muse do in their free time? How did they entertain themself as a kid?"

vance: vance liked to play games a lot even before he started making game references and breaking the fourth wall all the time. he especially liked the games that had open worlds, where he could run around and explore and do anything that he wanted. he also was interested in sports, but his parents were too scared of him hurting himself, so they didn't allow him to play any sports games and they also refused to buy him a skateboard when he asked for one.

hayden: oh, this poor boy.. he didn't have much to entertain himself, so he just played with his horse plushie or read books that he got from his older brothers. most of those books were about "the other seven", so of course, hayden, being a young and impressionable child, believed all of it and started worshipping the other seven as well. some other books he had were about animals, insects, plants and nature in general and his parents were okay with him reading stuff like that and didn't take them away from him. we don't talk about what happened to his plushie though.

real!jay: he was okay with just lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling, honestly. whenever his family tried to come up with something more "fun", he agreed to go with them, but he obviously wasn't thrilled about it and didn't enjoy spending time with them. he got a diary as a gift once and jay simply wrote that "it's sunny today. i don't like it. it's too bright" and never used it again. he also slept a lot and if he could, he would spend a whole day in bed, but his family really wanted him to go outside more often. his older sister was actually concerned about him and thought that it's weird for a little kid like jay to not have any energy at all.

minnie: she liked to play with her dolls! she treasured them a lot (and she still does) and she would never let anyone but her and her mom touch them. she also really liked to draw, especially with pencils and crayons and her mom praised her, saying that she's very talented. it motivated minnie to keep drawing and that's why art is her best subject now :)

14. "who was a mentor or a hero to your muse as a kid? why did your muse look up to them and what did your muse learn from them? how is that relationship now?"

vance: it was his older brother! he admired him a lot and he wanted to become just like him when he grows up. they were very close, but vance's brother didn't want to see him as his hero, because he had not the best reputation and other family members, especially his and vance's grandfather, called him a disappointment. he also became just as overprotective as other family members when vance ended up hurting himself after stealing his brother's skateboard. vance still likes his big brother and he misses him a lot, but.. it's a bit hard for him to talk to the older boy now, because it hurts him to see that he became just like the rest of the family.

hayden: it was angel! they weren't really his mentor, but they definitely were their hero and they were the one to give him hope when he felt like no matter how hard he tried, his parents would never like him as much as they like his older brothers. they also were their first friend and they found him when he got lost on the way home (one of his older brothers got distracted and left him all alone) and they tried to help him. them being his first friend is part of the reason why hayden refuses to admit that their relationship is actually very unhealthy and angel was the one who made him believe that he's better than everyone else.

real!jay: no one, really. he didn't have any friends and his family members were the only people he talked to and he didn't see them as their heroes or anything like that, so..

minnie: answered here!

16. "if your muse could say one thing to their childhood self, what would they say? would your muse want to meet their childhood self in the first place?"

vance: he's not sure if he would want to meet his childhood self. he wouldn't say that his childhood was bad, but it's just.. kinda painful to think about. he just really wants to know what kind of person he would become if his family wasn't so strict. and if he did meet his younger self, he would tell him that he's stronger than his family thinks and that no matter how hard other people may try, he's not that easy to break.

hayden: he would cry the moment he sees his younger self. he knows that he didn't deserve all of those things he had to go through, but he also knows that he can't change his past. he wouldn't be able to say anything to his child self because of how emotional it would be for him, so.. he would probably just give a hug to him. it's okay, he knows that it's everything little hayden has wanted.

real!jay: he wouldn't say that his childhood self is that much different from him. little jay is just.. a bit more lonely than him, that's all. but if he did meet his younger self, then jay would simply tell him that there's nothing bad about being alone and that he's still not sure if he's smarter than his family thinks, but.. maybe it's okay to keep going just to see what happens next? who knows, maybe he will prove them wrong someday. and if not, oh well, at least he has friends now and they don't care about his talents, abilities and anything like that.

minnie: there's only one reason why she would want to see her childhood self: she just wants little minnie to know that everything is gonna be alright and that she didn't deserve anything that happened to her. she wants her younger self to know that she's not just there to take care of everyone and she should learn to take care of herself first. and then she would remind her that her dolls still love her and that one day she will meet people who will protect her and make her feel safe. and yes, she will find a lot of male friends too!

[wwooyology]

Under The Surface | P.JS

「prompt」 : perfect 「pairing」 : husband!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 0.8k

「synopsis」 : you and jay have always been seen as the perfect couple to everyone, but what really happens behind closed doors?

「genre」 : angst

「warnings」 : cussing, mentions of an arranged marriage, arguments, lmk if I missed anything!!!

「notes」 : man I'm ngl I feel like this could be a good full fic... but again sorry this is a little late, but I'll be on top of my game for the rest of angstober!

masterlist ─ navi. ─ angstober list

To the outside world, you and Jay were seen as the ‘perfect couple’, the couple that everyone wished they could be. You lost count of how many times people complimented you both while you were out in public. It was almost too good to be true to some people, and well…

They would be correct.

Everything that everyone saw outside of the four walls of your and Jay’s shared home was just a front. The ‘love’ that others saw was nothing more than a ploy, and the happiness was a farce.

It was all for the sake of your families. Even if you and Jay absolutely despise each other, it wasn’t like you could just break up. No, you and he were both bound by a contract that both of your families put together.

As long as you and Jay were together, your families would profit from each other, becoming the wealthiest families in all of Korea. In the beginning, you thought that it might work out that you and Jay could get along.

Boy, were you wrong.

A good day would be when you were able to go about your day without running into Jay at all, meaning you avoided any and all arguments. However, a normal day would always end in some kind of argument, sometimes ending more severely than others. Today just happened to be one of those severe-level days.

You had just finished eating dinner and were heading to your room, hoping to miss Jay when he got home from work. As luck would have it, you didn’t even make it up four steps before the front door opened. As soon as his eyes landed on you, a scowl fell on his features, causing you to roll your eyes. Not really wanting to argue with him, you started up the steps once more. But of course, you didn’t make it very far without him saying something.

“Where’s my dinner?” He asks, eyes glaring up at you as you stop once more.

“It's in the fridge; if you want it warm, put it in the microwave," you told him blandly before taking another step.

“The least you could do is make sure it's ready for me when I get home.” He scoffed, and you felt your blood start to boil.

Your tongue jutted out, wetting your lips as you turned around to face him, “I’m not your maid, Jay; if you want your dinner ready when you get home, have her do it. I’m going to bed.”

Jay threw his coat onto the rack before kicking his shoes off, grumbling under his breath about how he just wanted this to end so he could go back to his normal life. You honestly found it so laughable whenever he talked about going back to his ‘normal’ because all that meant was him being able to stick his dick in whatever bitch he could get his hands on.

“Ya know, if you want your normal life back so bad, you can talk to our parents.” You turned to look at him once more, arms crossed over your chest, “go back to sleeping around with random whores and throwing dirt on your family name.” You shrugged, a look of indifference on your face.

You had to bite your tongue as you watched rage wash over his features. A vein in his forehead looked as if it was a split second away from bursting. He glared at you, and boy, if looks could kill, you would be well over six feet in the ground.

“As if you were much better, a bitch who kicked those who she deemed underneath her.” He growled, and you could feel anger bubbling in your gut, but you refused to give in to him this time. “Unlike you, I was popular among the people.”

You couldn't help but let out a short laugh, which only angered the male more: "Yeah, and unlike you, I was actually making a name for myself that didn’t involve sleeping around.”

That hit a nerve, and you could tell by the dark look in Jay’s eyes as if he were ready to tear your head clean off of your neck, but you didn’t give him a chance as you waved him off. Turning back around and starting your way back up the steps once more.

“Oh, and if you talk to our parents, make sure to let them know that it was your idea.” You looked over your shoulder one last time, missing the deadly look in Jay’s eyes.

“You are the one thing I hate more than I hate myself,” His words cut deep into your heart because as much as you act like you don’t care, you do, and you wanted nothing more than for this marriage to work out, but it was just wishful thinking at this point.

So, inhaling deeply, you nodded your head and left him with a few words before disappearing up the stairs and into your room. You left him to stop dead in his tracks and stare at the spot where you once stood, a conflicted look crossing his features.

“And I could never hate you as much as I would like to.”

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[cryptid-killjoy]

Babyface wasn't used to being parented much anyway, so he didn't feel a big difference in that respect other than the loneliness. Babyface was used to a large number of people around. The funniest part of it was all he ever wanted back then was to get some damn privacy and space. Now that everyone was gone the world felt pretty empty to him. It was just a bunch of nameless suckers out there at this point. It's all he could see anymore besides Ellie and the woman locked behind those prison walls. He would do just about anything to be suffocated and overrun by his old problems again, not that he ever liked to admit he used to feel that way. But, Ellie knew. Ellie knew even if he put on his I can handle anything face.

He got to see his mother once a week as was allotted to her for visitors. His mother was noticing the pattern. He'd been coming weekly unlike before. He never used to come this much. She could see it in his eyes he was up to something. She could tell by his random questioning of routines and wanting very specific details no one else would bother to ask. She was starting to get hopeful her boy was an informant for someone bigger in the family with skills and he was leaving out details he couldn't say to her where people were listening.

Alas, she was wrong. Babyface was his own informant for just him and Ellie. He wasn't feeling confident in his details either. The more intel he gathered the more impossible this endeavor began to seem less Ellie seriously go in fire and ice blazing and not concerns on casualties taking the place on like a one woman army. That felt... insane to Babyface. He was hoping Black Arts might have some more ideas.

The first visit did go well though. Ellie at least seemed to like his Mom. That was okay sign he figured. Then speak of the devil singing way too friendly a song for guy with the last name of Beagle.

"That would... yeah that would be our guy."

Babyface confirmed it.

"Black Arts Beagle."

He shook his head thinking what the fuck to himself. The antics went on on stage a bit longer when he was spotted. He wanted to duck and run in case he was the crazy sort to want to pull him on stage, but the guy wound it down jumped off handing the mic to the next person.

Black Arts snapped his sunglasses on in the club for dramatic effect as he walked up to Babyface and peered down at him.

"Is that really you? Doth my eyes deceive me? The Beagle with the face of Babe."

Then he clapped, pulled his glasses off, and stood tall again.

"How is your mother? Besides alive?"

"You'd know if you visited."

Yikes. What a come back from Babyface. He stood there and knew it was true. He also couldn't believe Babyface of all Beagles was going to be his big reunion when meeting up with family again.

"Can't argue with you there. I haven't seen you since you were a literal baby."

"I don't remember you at all."

"No. No, I guess you wouldn't."

As this solemn odd silence stood between the Beagle pair despite how excited Babyface had been to get family back, all the vibes on why the family act strange about him started to set in and worry him. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't introduce Ellie yet. He stood there looking the guy over. He wasn't in his magical get up in most his insta pics. That threw him off. Then right as his mind was considering it the girl popped up from behind and filled in.

"Then I guess you two have a lot of catching up to do."

She smiled brightly, hung on Black Art's side, and inserted herself with a shine. "Hi, I'm Nebby. I've heard all about both of you. You must be Ellie. Happy to meet you both."

"How about we let them get started? Who's up for a round? We could go back to the bus and lose this crowd. What do you say?"

Ellie had left home once before and made a new one. This didn’t feel any different to that, except instead of parents, she had Babyface. And sometimes she sort of felt like the parent because she knew that she should put her foot down sometimes, like yeah just because they managed to sneak out a grocery store birthday cake by pretending it was her pregnant belly, didn’t mean that they should eat it all in one sitting. Buuut they did. And it was great. And painful after. Almost felt like the good thoughts were the intrusive ones these days.

She was thinking about how things had gone over with Babyface’s mom, very well in fact, and wasn’t paying much attention to where she was going - until the music started to hit and she looked over at the RV so fast, it almost gave her whiplash. She hoped - just for a couple of seconds - just for a moment hoped…

No. It wasn’t. Of course it wasn’t. Iain was dead. Had to be. And she felt her heart sink a little more at the reminder of it.

There wasn’t the car that she was used to, with the little swinging duck and a picture of Petey hanging from the rearview mirror. It was a whole ass RV which looked really out of place on this street. Like seeing To’ak chocolate at the dollar store, out of place. She followed Babyface around, and looked incredulously at the handsome man that was leading the singalong. “That wouldn’t happen to be … our guy, would it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow, swallowing down the traces of sorrow.

[bbrissonn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐃 | ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʟᴇᴀᴜ ₍₂₎

warnings: thomas isn’t in this part like at all, this is mainly just y/n and brendan arguing :)

pairing: thomas bordeleau x brisson!reader 

wc: 1.1k

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you sighed from your seat on the couch before taking a sip of the drink you had poured yourself a couple of minutes ago. it had been almost a week since the whole situation at the restaurant with your brother happened and he had yet to talk to you. he talked to thomas every once in a while, but only if he really had to, not wanting things to be too awkward in the locker room. 

you and thomas weren’t as public with your relationship as before, when you’d be in front of others, the most amount of pda that would take place would be him holding your hand and kissing each other’s cheek. but that was it. you both didn’t want things with brendan to get worse, and being all affectionate with the other would just make it worse. 

you still slept at his house every night like you did before, and when you’d be sitting on the couch with only matty, audrey and truss around the two of you would act like you did before, cuddling and kissing whenever you wanted. it was pretty hard not talking to brendan anymore, especially since the two of you were so close growing up, and you still had to do your weekly family face times with your parents and jordy. neither of you had told them what happened, both not wanting things to be awkward between the five of you. 

plus, you and brendan argued all the time, this was no different than the other times, but it was also completely different. brendan had pretty much just said that he didn’t approve of your relationship and that he wasn’t happy for you and bordy. now maybe he hadn’t said those exact words, but you knew deep down that’s how he felt. 

“you okay?” truss asked from beside you, he was the first one to find out about your relationship with his roommate, coming home earlier than thomas had thought he would, finding the two of you kissing on the couch. it took a lot of convincing and negotiating for him to agree not to tell a single soul and help the two sneak around a bit. and ever since the night at the restaurant, he had been giving you updates on your brother and making sure you were okay. 

“yeah, i guess.” you answered, your eyes shifting from the wall next to you to the boy on your other side. you sent him a small sad smile as he rubbed your back a little bit. 

“you guys are gonna be fine, you always are.” 

“yeah but this is different, truss. he doesn’t even look at me, this is the longest we’ve gone without talking to each other and i hate it.” you explained to the defense man, making him sigh a bit. 

“you guys are siblings, siblings argue all the time, this is normal–” 

“no it’s not! you don’t ignore your sibling, let alone your twin sister for a week. and then when we facetime our parents he acts like everything is all rainbows and butterflies between us when it’s not.” you told him, a little bit of anger in your voice, anger towards who? you had no idea. 

“give him time, y/n. he’s been holding all that he said in for who knows how long.” jacob said before getting up and joining some of the other guys in the corner of the room, leaving you all alone with all of your thoughts.

~

“what the fuck!” brendan yelled when you entered his room without knocking the next night, quickly throwing his blanket over his bottom half so only his torso and head were showing. 

“what the fuck!” he repeated when you sat down on his desk chair and positioned it so you were facing him. 

“you’re gross.” you told him as you looked him up and down, it was pretty simple to figure out what he has previously doing before you walked it, which was a very brave thing to do considering none of his roommates were asleep yet and none of them understood the principle of knocking. granted you clearly didn’t either.

“do you know how to fucking knock? i was busy!” he angrily told you, slipping his sweatpants and boxers back up under his blanket. 

“why’d you do it?” you asked, ignoring his previous question. eyes focused on his own, tongue poking out of your mouth to wet your lips. 

“do what?” 

“why’d you blow up at me in front of everyone?” 

“why’d you go behind my back and fuck my best friend?” he bit back, you knew your brother, and if there was one thing he was better at than hockey, it was arguing. he was one of the most stubborn people you had met, but so were you. so you knew this wasn’t gonna be just a short 10 minutes argument. 

“i asked you first.” 

“i’ve been waiting longer for an answer.” 

“and i already gave you an answer, brendan.” you sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“no. you told me ‘it just happened’ and ‘we can’t control how we feel’ like i’m some sort of idiot. i want to know why you kept it from me for 2 fucking months, y/n.” 

“because i know you, brendan. you would’ve gone all crazy on him and you would have me on lockdown 24/7.” you answered, as if it was obvious and a 3 year old kid could figure it out. 

“oh, i’m sorry for caring about my sister, i didn’t know that wasn’t allowed. silly me.” he said, his voice full of sarcasm, making you roll your eyes. 

“i didn’t say that–” 

“but that’s what you wanted to say–” 

“god, you’re such a fucking asshole bren–” 

“right, i’m the bad guy here for being pissed that my sister and my best friend went behind my back for two fucking months. you’re so right, y/n, i shouldn’t be pissed because you’re happy and that’s all that fucking matters to you, right? as long as the little princess is happy and everything goes her way, no one else is allowed to have emotions and express them.” 

“i–” 

“just go home, y/n. like, go home home.” you froze the second you heard what he had said, it took a little to fully understand what he went by home home, he wanted you to go back to LA. you were about to say something else when he got up from his bed and left his room, making sure to slam the door and soon after, you heard the front door slam close as well and his car turn on and driving away from the house. and you were left once again all alone with your thoughts.

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[kyberphilosopher]

Fensterln

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me.”

Warning(s): some allusions to sex, explicit-ish language, fluff, reader has a whole ‘Black Cat’ thing going on. Word Count: 3273

Notes: This is a requested work. This is a headcanoned canon version of Superboy, meaning he is no version in particular and simply the character I figure as a whole. Reader can be any gender.

“Fensterln is when you have to climb through someone’s window in order to have sex with them, without their parents knowing about it.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You know, most people think that climbing up the side of a building is easy. Like it’s nothing. They see it on TV, and in the movies, and in cartoons even, and they think, “That doesn’t look so bad!” because it doesn’t. Cartoons and actors don’t have to deal with the wind whipping their hair, constantly pushing their whole body all around, the butterflies of anxiousness making their heart thump, threatening the scenario of falling to their death. It’s terrifying. It takes a lot of skill, a lot of courage, and a lot of luck. 

“Shit.”

Your right hand releases from the glass, arm slowly swinging back until it’s at your side. The same sides foot follows this pattern of rotation, until only your left fingertips and toes are stuck to the wall of the building, suctioning you to life. Below you, hundreds and hundreds of feet, is an island of grass and sand, encompassed by a large body of water. Over the tidal waves chip chopping away, there’s a distance. And in that distance, is the city, just under the inky blackness of the midnight sky. 

Jump City, it’s called. You’re not too familiar with it. Most of your time is spent in Metropolis, or Gotham. Luckily, both of those cities have plenty of skyscrapers to practice scaling. One could say that you’d perfected the art of this sort of thing. The finger pads on your suit are sophisticatedly sticky, seamlessly letting you latch onto anything with grace. Your feet are the same. 

The wind hits your face like sharp needles, amplified by the cold air and the incline. Your hair whips around wildly, also different from how it flows, softly, in the movies. The harsh breeze roars in your ears, louder than the thousands of explosions you’ve heard in your lifetime. Although dangerous, nothing beats the view. Those thousands of lights in the distance, the cars, the buildings, this building that you’re on now. Titan’s Tower is far larger and closer and more important than anything else at the moment. 

“Okay then,” you mutter, twisting your body over to the right twice more, until finally both hands and feet are connecting against the glass in a stealthy, perfect crawling position. 

You work your way up, one foot and hand at the time. You resemble that of a spider, or perhaps a cat. One, two. One, two. 

His room is on one of the top floors, if not the top floor. From the two other times that you’ve done this, you remember the number of steps, the distance, the little cracks in the glass panes to look for so you know you’re close. Even from the outside, hundreds of feet up, hanging above death tantalizingly, you know exactly where you are and where you need to be. And you know, of course, that you are close. 

Your right hand leaves the wall once more and reaches down to the belt on your hips. “Coming, my love,” you mutter as you flip open a small pouch attached. From the inside you pull out a slim switchblade, made specifically to cut through glass walls like this- designed it yourself. 

The knife springs open. In a circle big enough to fit your entire body, you trace the blade in a wide arc from up to down, left to right. Then you flip the blade back inside, place the whole thing back into the pouch on the belt, and shove your left elbow against the middle of the glass in front of you. 

It pops free immediately. The circle of wall falls forward into the room, with you not far behind.

Landing like a gymnast on your toes with your arms overhead, you are immune to the sharp pain in your femurs that comes from a sudden pressure like this. The glass pane is still intact on the floor ahead of you, which is coated with a red carpet that you recognize so well. It’s much warmer inside than it was outside, although you can still feel the night wind from behind you.

“Silent,” a voice remarks from beside you. It’s not an amused tone, really. It’s genuine and full of awe, surrounded by something casual. 

You hum as you stand before throwing a look over your shoulder. Sure enough at your back, splayed casually on a bed against the wall you just broke through, is your favorite boy toy. Dark, curly hair framing his classically handsome face, nose scrunching slightly on instinct. He’s wearing the black and red super shirt he always does, coupled with the plaid pajama bottoms you’d gotten him as a gift in spring.

You want so badly to quip something back, but you both know you can’t right now. Not when you’re so close to the door. And yeah, that’s partially Conner’s fault, if not all. Too much noise would attract the attention of his team mates, the Titans, and then something probably not that great would happen. Maybe they’d throw you out. Maybe they’d fire him. Maybe things would just get weird. It’s not as if you and Connor are an official couple, even after all this time. You could stop sneaking around to see each other at any sense of danger.

You take a step towards the bed he lays on, noting the big, bright smile that lights up Superboy’s face at the motion. “Can you fix the hole?” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

Conner’s eyes go wide and the smile gets bigger.

“In the wall.”

The smile turns into an eye roll. “Yes,” he sighs, almost dramatically, pushing himself up. The boy crosses to the center of the room a few feet from you and begins picking up the perfect circle of cut window- wall while you look around the area.

You’ve snuck into Conner’s room before. Twice, in fact. It’s not clean, not horribly messy. His leather jacket is usually hanging off the dresser or door handle. Sweatshirts of different colors are littering the floor in a collective pile. It looks like a normal teenage boys room, really. It just feels very ‘Conner’.

First, he pushes the glass back into place in the wall, then he takes a few steps back. You throw him a smirk, nudging your head to encourage him to do the thing.

Conner’s eyes heat up. Little at first, as a soft yellow. Then into an all consuming scarlet that hisses out in two beams meeting in the middle between them. They move in a circle around the pane until you can’t even tell it was ever not there, and the wind you once heard no longer exists. The wall is perfectly in tact.

“Thank you, Superboy,” you tell him, tone laced overly sweet. Your hands, freezing from the cold even through the gloves of your costume, wrap around Conner’s upper arm.

“Yeah,” he tosses, back, voice low. His cheeks are turning pink.

You unhook your arms and saunter over to his mattress. As you throw yourself on and relax as you sink into the pillows, you let your eyes close. “You’re lucky I like you so much,” you tease. “Mm, do you know a lot of people who would climb up the Tower for you? I don’t.”

Upon hearing him take a single step forward, one eye pops open. “I know you missed me,” you continue.

Conner lays himself on the bed beside you, hands behind his bed with his arms bent. You turn to face him, propping your head up with your palm.

“You never answer my texts,” Conner says, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“You text me?” you smirk, watching Superboys eyes sink close as he releases a sigh of defeat.

Your left leg slips over Conner’s hips. Then you pull your whole body up and over into a straddle over him, looking down at him. He’s handsome in the way nobody can argue with, so perfect and soft and structured. When you squint, he looks like Superman. But Conner’s not Superman, he’s better. You can’t explain why, or how, but he just is.

You place your palms forward on his chest at first, then backwards, behind your back, on Conner’s thighs. Your chest puffs out at the slight change of position.

Below you, the boy bites his lower lip softly in thought for a second. “What if I got you a phone?” Conner asks you. His light eyes holding yours through thick, dark lashes. “Just so you can text me back sometimes?”

“Us?” you gasp with wide eyes. “Talking? During the daytime?”

Conner glances away. “Message received. Very funny. Forget it.”

“I’m messing with you,” you promise with a smile. “Loosen up Super-Annoy.”

“So you’ll let me get you one?” Conner pushes himself up with a snap, eyes wide with some kind of excitement.

Well… would you? You haven’t had a lot of long term partners, if any. Your time with Conner has been the longest with anyone, and he’s not even really your boyfriend. He’s just… you know… the guy you kissed on a rooftop one night. The guy who once surprised you with a cone of ice cream, again on a night time rooftop, whilst you were sitting on the side of the building to watch the city below. The guy who remembered your birthday, the guy who keeps sending you the many, many texts reminding you that you can watch your favorite show on the TV in the tower. The guy who once lied to get you to ice skate with him.

Something about Conner has been enough to keep you hooked for months and months, always coming back. Sneaking into the Tower, taking more and more trips to Jump City, keeping notes of events throughout your week to tell him about when you see him. 

How silly. Never giving the time of day to any other partner of yours, but for Conner? Conner has gotten at least eight months of it. 

“I’ll think about it,” you roll your eyes. 

“You promise?” Conner urges. 

“Yes. Jeez, I promise. I will think about letting you get me a phone that only you have the number to.”

“Please don’t laugh at me about this.”

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“It feels like it.”

“Connor,” you clasp a hand on his shoulder, pushing back laughter. “Have I ever laughed at you?”

“W- Is that- is that a serious question?” Conner’s eyebrows raise. 

“Get up,” you roll your neck. “I want to change positions.”

The boy below you shifts. For a quick moment, something pokes between your hips from underneath. Your pupils dilate in response, but by the time they finish, the movement has ceased. “Tell me about your day.”

“I want to lay down,” you say as you stretch. “I just scaled up the side of the skyscraper-”

“You love it.”

“-and it was oh, so cold. I’m tired.”

“That’s not your day.”

You just stare at him expectantly, not quite sure what it is you’re waiting for. 

“I can’t get up. You’re sitting on top of me,” Conner concedes. “You chose to be up there.”

“Prove it,” you challenge.

“Yeah, yeah,” the boy below you hisses as if annoyed. “I get it,” he says, but his arms are already snaking around your torso to pull you close and slowly pull you into a new position. 

You lay on your side, back against Conner’s broad chest. His arms stay wrapped around your middle as he curls up against you on instinct, legs quick to tangle with your own. You know he must really be interested in you if he’s not going to mention that your ‘work’ shoes are still on while in bed. 

“You’re an ass,” he mutters into your hair. 

“What was that?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ha,” you chuckle once. “Douche.”

“Please tell me about your day now?” you hear Conner almost plead. “Please?”

One of your hands, your right one, rests on top of Conner’s against your stomach. “Oh, you know. The usual. I helped out a small jewelry store today, snuck into a big building, currently hiding from Nightwing- you know how it is.”

“There wasn’t much crime today. I mostly just stayed in. You know that big building you snuck into?”

“Such a douche,” you breathe.

“Jealous much?” Superboy rumbles against your ear. 

“I’m gonna tell Dick,” you tell him. “I’ll send an anonymous tip that one of the Titan’s is a big poop face.”

Conner puts his whole face in your hair. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not fair you guys get a whole building to yourselves. What are you even using half these floors for? People in Gotham are struggling.” You frown. “Well, except for Wayne. But you know what? He’s a douche too. You’d get along.”

Conner squeezes you once. Then you feel him still from behind you, not even breathing. And then-

“Move in then.”

At once, your brows furrow. “What?”

Your companion squeezes you once more. “Move in. Move in with me. In the Tower.”

Your mouth opens and closes a couple times, eyes looking around. You can’t see Conner, but you can feel him out. His eyes are closed, still inhaling the scent of you shamelessly. It’s hard for people to catch you off guard, not just like this, but at all. You just have that sarcastic, witty, sultry reputation. And for him- Super-Annoy, of all people- to just throw you off so easily?

“I’m not a Titan,” you decide on explaining, almost asking. 

“Become one, then.”

“I don’t have the money to move in. The rent must be crazy.”

“I’ll pay for you.”

“Conner,” you swallow. “This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.” His head pops up. When you turn yours a little, you can look up at him, and he can look down at you. “Move into the Tower.”

Now your eyes are wide, and his are relaxed. No, Conner’s are focused, drilling into your own. “I’m... hardly Titan’s material.”

This was true. You’ve been skirting the gray line far longer than you’ve known Superboy, and he’s been super since the beginning of his creation. The first time you’d met was about ten seconds before you’d robbed a bank and sent him a wink before disappearing. 

“You just told me, not five minutes ago, that you helped a small business. Helping people is what heroes are all about. You can do this, Y/N. You are Titan’s material.”

Shit. He’s right. 

“Why not?” Conner questions. 

“I... um...”

You’ve never lived with another person before. Your family, once upon a time, sure. Not friends. Not Dick Grayson, or Kori, or Rachel fucking Roth. And certainly not Superboy- Super-Annoy. Not someone you have a ‘thing’ with. What would that mean for the two of you? And when things go terribly, terribly wrong, what then?

Gotta’ think fast. 

Your face is wiped clean, replaced by your signature smirk. “Get me a phone first. Then I’ll consider it.”

Conner doesn’t budge though. You wonder if X-Ray vision can see through lies too. “I mean it,” the boy tells you. “I want you here.”

“I have to survive the night in the building with boy prodigy and star flame.”

“Starfire.”

“Whatever. I have to do that first. There’s a reason we sneak me in, you know.”

Your free hand reaches up and cups Conner’s cheek without you telling it to. You ask your brain why, but yet, your palm doesn’t move. It feels over Conner’s cheekbones, encouraging you to look deeper into his somehow soft eyes. Your fingertips can even feel his hair, which is in need of a wash, as they get comfortable. 

“For you,” you finish the sentiment, voice now genuine- also not predicted. “Sneaking in for you.”

“I don’t want you to feel like a secret,” the boy above you whispers, pouring his entire heart into it. 

You answer with a snort. 

If anything, Conner’s the secret. If he had his way, the two of you would probably be on your honeymoon at this moment. Hell, your whole relationship and subsequent marriage would be a honeymoon. You’re the one letting him follow you around. You’re the one never giving him just what he wants. 

But then again, you’re the one who keeps coming back. Conner’s the one that never left. 

“Trust me,” you nod with a humored grin. “I don’t.”

Conner sighs and falls back down to rest behind  you. “Good.”

Besides his breathing, then there is silence. 

Really? Telling you to move in? Of course it doesn’t seem like such a big deal to him. Of course he has the solution to all the reasons why not. Your fairly certain that Conner hasn’t thought about this until mentioning it, but even then, how did he have all the answers so fast? Where would you stay? With him? Sandwiched between Conner and Wally West playing video games for the rest of your life? Dying after Donna Troy catches you accidentally stealing her lunch?

“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Conner begins, “but you should really stay the night.”

In response, you practically burst. “You hate being told what to do!” you say as you squirm in his arms. “Now you’re giving me suggestions?”

Conner sits up again so he can look down at you with a little frown. Luckily, it’s too nice of a view to be really scared of anything he could do. “Shh! You’re gonna get caught, Y/N.” Then Superboy’s eyes widen a little. “If you lived here, you wouldn’t have to be so quiet, either. You could just come through the front door.”

“Oh my God,” you squeeze your eyes closed. “Conner...”

One battle at a time. 

“Fine,” you begrudge. “I’ll stay the night.”

Conner tightens his grip around your form happily in response. “Will you need any help in the morning?”

“No. No, I got it.”

Silence. 

Say it. Say it. Say it. 

“Conner? I, uh...”

Say it. 

“I don’t have any sleeping clothes,” you lie. 

“Sleeping?” you hear the boy behind you whisper. “I didn’t think we were going to be sleeping.”

“Now who’s going to get us in trouble?” you smirk. “Seriously though. I’ve been wearing my suit all day.”

“I can get you out of it.”

“You can’t just see through it?” you question. “Don’t you have X-Ray vision?”

Conner groans. “You’re ruining it.”

You smile. Conner’s the only partner of yours you realize you’re actually happy to be around. “I think you just want us to get caught.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Yayyy. Request finished. Next I have a Reverse Flash request, and then I should be good with the DC requests for now. Other than that I have some Jason Todd things, something for Damian and 2 fics for a character I haven’t written for before but are looking pretty good. I hope this satisfied the prompt that I was given in the request. Let me know anything you want or whatever. 

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Another Problem another Drink

Reader: female | Romantic

type: one-shot that requested via dm so sorry this took so long

notes: "your old man" in this context is used as a "romantic term" this time

warnings: drunk reader, drinking

Dedication: @pietromaximoffluvr

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Y/n sighed walking down the street, another argument with Frank, the same bs. She left in anger, the night still young.

When weren't they getting in arguments?

"Hah!" Some men laughed, the bar door opened as they waved to her, "Hey lady! Lady!"

Y/n looked back at them, a mix of veterans and home for a while soldiers, she could mostly tell by the jackets they all sported.

The man who had called her hicked, he obviously drunk.

"We need one more! One more!" he laughed, everybody, laughing with him, "One more for beer pong!"

Fuck it why not, "Yeah sure."

There was an uproar in laughter and 'yeahs' as they all walked into the bar.

They were good guys, tired for sure, but good guys, they talked about their time: like they were trying to impress her. Until she told him about her own served time. Unlike Frank, Y/n served the Navy, and they ultimately met on their secret missions she knew not to speak about.

"Ms.Navy Seal got skills!" One cheered, the small pong ball going straight in.

She bowed with laughter, she grabbing her beer from the table.

"I just got aim, unlike you boys." Y/n smiled, "never can get it in the toilet."

They laughed happily. She could do this more often.

She would love to do this more often, but she was too worried about Frank being dead on the floor of her home.

She took a seat across from a visiting pilot. He had talked about doing another tour.

"So what was a pretty thing like you doing out all alone?" He asked teasingly, Y/n remember his name is Jaime.

Y/n laughed, "Don't try it kid."

He shook his head in a playful notion, "Your old man tick you off?"

Y/n took another sip of a beer, "Yeah you could say that. You?"

"Yeah, he did." He responded.

Y/n chuckled, "men."

"Tell me about it."

They looked at each other and broke down in laughter: it was stupid. Jaime was already affected by the multiple drinks he had before they had even started the game, and it started to get to Y/n as well.

It was a good night, that ran into the early morning, she had switched from beer to those fruity drinks: the ones that mask the alcohol with the little umbrellas, and even got some of the guys hooked on them.

It was a walk home. If you could really even call it that, more of dozing off, feet carrying her tired, out of sorts, and drunk, so, so drunk.

How she made it home she didn't even know.

Frank had been waiting, he knew she was an adult: but damn the urge to pick up the phone and call her and ask where the fuck she was because he was worried about her like a parent was worried about there child.

Y/n leaned up against the door roughly, pulling her keys out. The old buzzing of the light in the hallway annoying her as she dropped her keys, causing her to groan and hit her head against the door before leaning down to grab them. But ended in just slumping against the door.

Before she could even let her mind settle the door opened and she fell back onto her floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Frank argued a pistol being put in the back of his jeans.

She looked up at him, "mhm."

"Mhm? Mhm? Thats it?! The hell were you!?"

He knew where she was, because well: she smelled like it an old crusty bar, some hole in the wall place.

She rubbed her arms over her eyes, "Heyya...mhm..."

Frank sighed: no point in wasting his breathe when she was gone.

Helping her up to her feet he closed the door with his foot.

"Get off!" She complained pushing at his chest weakly, "go! And get out my apartment-"

Y/n stumbled trying to get out of his grasp as he caught her.

"You smell like a bar." He spoke, "Come on get into the bath."

Y/n let out a drunken laugh, "You're funny..."

She hicked as she closed her eyes, "Im not single buddy. So you and you're little...little..."

"Ah shit-"

He rushed her to the bathroom, and just in time too, she dropping infront of the toliet and puking. Frank quickly pulled her hair back. Pulling off a hair tie he always kept on his wirst with his teeth and tieing her hair back the best he could.

She soon stopped, her head still hanging over the toliet as she rubbed her face with the palm of her hand.

"Come on." Frank spoke, helping her up to her feet, she almost slipping in the process, but luckily Frank caught her, he also lucky enough to flush the toliet with the help of his foot.

"You know..." she hicked, "You're real pretty....mhmm but My boyfriends prettier..."

Frank sighed, running the sink water, using his hand as a cup he helped her lean down to rinse her mouth, "Yeah I bet he's a real kicker."

Y/n smiled stupidly, he washing her face off with a few splashes of water in her face, but with the smell of alcholol stuck to her chlothes, it would just be easier to giver her a bath.

"Sit down." He told sitting her down on the toliet, she looking up at him, he plugging up the bath and running the water, turning back to her, "come on."

He attempted to take her shirt off, Y/n pushing his arms away.

"No. My boyfriend won't like you touching me-" She complained.

"I am your boyfriend." Frank defended.

Y/n looked up at him, "hm...really? Wowe.....how'd we meet?"

Frank sighed pulling off her shirt finally, "In the service."

Y/n smiled, weakly, she seemed tired, and ready to pass out in any moment.

"Haha! I was a waiter wasnt I?!" Y/n laughed, "I'd make a good waiter! I was a good waiter!"

Frank tossed her shirt and bra to the side, he working on her shoes and pants next.

"Im a good at sex atleast?" She questioned, "i bet Im good at sex."

"Yeah. Yeah you are."

"Really!?" She asked with a smile, "I knew it!"

He finished with removing the rest of her chlothes he turning the faucet off and putting her in the tub.

Then suddenly she started to break down and cry.

God was she drunk or on her period with these random mood swings.

Truth be told he's never delt with her drunk before.

"Are we gonna break up?" She cried.

Frank sighed, "No. We're not. Now get clean."

It didn't turn out as planned way all Frank could say. He leaning his back against the outside of the tub waiting for her to finish. But wet arms only wrapped around his upper body, and her head falling into his shoulders, her head tucking away in the creves of his neck.

He sighed, picking her hand up to kiss it. A long hard kiss that ended witn him rubbing over the spot. She hummed in comfort.

"I'm tired." She spoke softly.

"Come on." He told, pulling away from her and helping her out bath and into a towel, catching her from stumbling.

It was also easier to sit her down, and pull off his own shirt, that being her sleepwear for the night leaving him in jeans and his gray undershirt.

He then helped her walk to bed, helping her lay down which she did willingly, and almost passed out immediately.

Frank sat besides her, moving some hair from her face. He rubbed against her temple. She shifting slightly and settled once again. He kissed her head,

[angryschnauzer]

I know i mentioned a while back about my neighbours who are heavy pot smokers and generally unpleasant people, but i never fully told you guys about the sheer bonkersness that is going on in that family.

So the family is Mum, Dad (both probably mid to late 40s), late teen son, mid/late teen daughter. Or that’s what it seemed at first. Then mum and dad go away on holiday, and we realise we can hear sex noises from next door. Daughter is actually son’s girlfriend, and she is *around* 16 (note age of consent in the UK is 16). Every day its pot smoke pouring in our windows, and more sex noises. They have numerous arguments that are so violent that we have pictures fall off the wall in our house. We call the police because we honestly thought they were going to either kill each other or seriously hurt one another. They get carted off to the police station and parents get summoned home from overseas holiday.

Few weeks later the mum has a somewhat brief conversation with me over the garden fence, apologising for all the disturbances. I just tell her she needs to keep her son and his girlfriend under control... *pauses*... she tells me son doesn’t have a girlfriend. “So who is the girl with long brown hair?” i ask. *That’s my daughter*.

Oh. I ask if they are biological siblings. Yes. I take a deep breath and tell her, “well, who’s been fucking so loud in the middle of the day we can hear it in our house then?”

Mum goes pale and goes back in her house.

Next few weeks more drug issues. Kids get lots of expensive gifts (e-scooters, Ltd edition Nikes, clothes etc) and there is no way the parents can afford this. Every time the kids go out they are accompanied by a 3rd late teen boy. Neither kid looks particularly happy about this kid being around, and he bosses them around at every point. Its painfully obvious they are part of a county lines drug group and the older kid is cuckooing.

In the middle of our holiday a few weeks later our phones go crazy as our ring doorbell is picking up a full on fight in the street between the parents. We literally listen live to them fighting and how the dad is saying how he’s going to ‘put his head through that windscreen’ and indicating to our car that is on the driveway we share with them. Eventually other neighbours call the police and things calm down. All of this was at 2am.

Another time i was driving my kid back from school and i saw the Mum walking in the opposite direction in a silk nightie and sneakers. She looked high. Before i could stop and ask if she was ok she got on a bus.

Literally every 2 or 3 days there is something going on next door, some utter bullshit. Today in the middle of the day i could hear arguing and banging through the walls, then suddenly Mum and Dad are outside. She’s rushing into her car and trying to pull away, he’s calling her a fucking cunt and yelling for her to open the window whilst purposefully putting himself in the way of the car to try and stop her driving off, my office overlooks the driveway so i pulled the blind up and the Dad heard that as the windows are open so i just blatantly watched. Like, yeah dude, calm yourself the fuck down, people are watching and seeing what’s going on. In that pause the Mum reversed out of the drive and drove off.

Every part of this we tell the landlord who we are friends with, but it seems they are tied into the lease. The landlord is one of those ‘intelligent but stupid’ kinds of guys, he’s a director of a company but has zero common sense. In the end i sent him a real estate listing for a much smaller house in our street that has just been rented out for more than he’s charging for a house double the size, and suggested that if he put the rent up considerably then he’d get a better calibre of tenant.

And all this is within the last 8 weeks. 

[mypoisonedvine]

peaches & cream || soft!dark Jake Wyler x reader

for @stargazingfangirl18​'s 5k challenge! I used the prompt, "the town golden boy isn’t as sweet as everyone thinks."

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut (noncon), stalking/obsession, some degradation/negging (but lots of praise during the actual smut), kinda yandere vibes?, touch of breeding kink at the end, definitely flirting with the boundary between soft!dark and regular dark but I like to think it’s a fine line

“Sorry, but that’s a seasonal flavor,” the girl at the counter explained in a snarky monotone.

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it still… the season?” you pressed; normally you weren’t the sort of person to argue with a cashier over a milkshake, but the look she was giving you made you feel like she was holding out on you— especially when the promotional poster for the very thing you were trying to order was just behind her head, and said the flavor was available for two more days.

“We’re out,” she answered firmly, but then her face suddenly shifted to a much more pleasant expression as you heard the chime of the front door opening behind you.  

You felt his body hovering behind yours just as his hand laid on the counter beside you, caging you in.  It was even more unsettling with the context that there was a whole line of people waiting behind you already.

“I’ll get your usual,” the girl promised to the man beside with a flirtatious smile as she disappeared to the back, returning almost instantly with a shake in her extended hand.  “Peaches and cream milkshake— extra whipped cream, no cherry.  Enjoy!”

Your eyes widened at the reading of your own order.  “I thought you were out!” you protested, going completely ignored.

"If you were my girl, this sort of thing wouldn't need to happen."

You recoiled from Jake's voice in your ear, and he smiled in spite of your snarl, bringing the straw to his lips slowly.  With a shudder you walked away, deciding it was probably better to forgo a milkshake anyways— especially if it was a chance to avoid everyone’s favorite senior, the football king who basically owned the whole town for no other reason than being good-looking, athletic, and allegedly “charming” or whatever.

Of course, he followed you, sitting across from you in a booth and silently shooing his posse of fellow teammates to go off and give you two some space.  If only he would give you space.

“We can share,” he offered as he held the milkshake out towards you.  “I know it’s your favorite… it’s mine too.”

“I’ve lost my appetite,” you explained quickly as you pulled a book out of your backpack, intent on ignoring him since you couldn’t physically force him to leave.

He shrugged and returned to sucking on the straw, watching you unwaveringly as you tried to read your book— staring at the page was going well, but you couldn’t seem to actually get any words down.  Had you forgotten English as a written language or something?

“Could you leave?” you finally asked as you groaned and looked up from your book.  “You’re distracting me.”

“I’m literally just sitting here,” he reminded you.

“And it’s distracting!”

He smirked proudly.  “My presence tends to have that effect on people.  Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You rolled your eyes, burying your face back in your book.  “You know, you may have everybody else fooled, but someday you’re gonna have to leave this pathetic little town and go into the real world where throwing a ball isn’t a career and nobody fawns over you just because you have the audacity to be attractive.”

He chuckled lightly.  “Right, because you have those big city dreams of yours, but believe it or not some of us like this ‘pathetic’ little town.”

“Well, of course you would,” you snorted.  “Your dad’s the mayor and your girlfriend’s the head cheerleader.”

“My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected, finally getting your attention enough to make you shut your book.

“What?” you blurted out.

“Yeah, she dumped me,” he explained plainly.

“Why would she do that?” you asked, making him look much too proud of himself again.  “Finally snapped out of the brainwashing, huh?” you added, effectively killing his smug expression.

“I guess you could say that.  She met some college guy from out of town… I think her parents liked me too much, she needed a bit more rebellion.”

“Well, my condolences to you,” you smiled, “and my congratulations to her.”

“I thought you hated her,” he scoffed.

“Well, now she and I have something in common: a complete lack of interest in you!”

“I mean, I wouldn’t go that far,” he smirked, “she still comes over every now and again to suck my cock.”

You choked on nothing, face getting warm at his crude language.  He didn’t talk like that with anyone else; it was so cruel the way he kept everybody in town under his spell except you, the way he let you in on his real darkness with no one else to confide in or believe you.  

It was so fundamentally lonely, being the one person who wasn’t in love with Jake Wyler.  It was even worse being the one person Jake Wyler loved.

At least, that was the word he used multiple times in his semi-anonymous letters, his incessant calls and emails, his speeches outside your window.  He’d actually cooled off lately, you wondered if maybe he had finally let go of this ‘the one thing I can’t have’ obsession and learned to appreciate his girlfriend (who, for all her personality flaws, was objectively gorgeous, and seemed to at least be nice to him if nobody else).

But now that she left him (which you were still trying to process, honestly), you were surprised he hadn’t already moved on to the next best wannabe model and/or reinstated his campaign to win you over.

Then again, the look in his eye kind of made you think you were about to witness the second one.

“You know, when she does come over, I can only ever finish because I’m thinking about you,” he revealed in a low voice.  You grimaced and slid out of the booth, stuffing your book into your bag and barely managing to throw him a goodbye before you dashed out.  

It wasn’t like you really thought you could get away from him— he had made it clear over and over that you couldn’t— but the idea of being crammed in that booth with him, surrounded throughout the diner by his adoring fans who somehow didn’t manage to overhear him when he said those awful things, made you feel nauseous.

What you should’ve considered was that, fans or not, those people were witnesses, and now that you were running out into the dark streets of the town and he was chasing after you, you didn’t have any.  It was just you and him, and when you turned into an alleyway to try to get home faster, even the dim glow of the streetlights couldn’t see you anymore.

“Hey,” he stopped you with a tight grip on your arm, pulling you back into him.

“Let me go!” you whined, trying to tug yourself away but only ensuring that his hand would leave a bruise on your arm.  

“I will when you just hear me out, okay?” he hissed, spinning you around to look up at him.  "Why don't you just give me a chance?  Don't you wanna be popular?" 

"I don't want to be anything that requires being within ten yards of you!" you spat.

He seemed bewildered, but you knew he wasn’t actually that stupid.  "Why?"

"Because you know why!"

He sighed, slumping his shoulders a little.  "Are we still on that, really?  I told you, you should take it as a compliment.  You know how many girls would kill to catch me jerking off in their panties?"

"You're sick, Jake,” you sighed, “and you're really good at hiding it from everyone else but I know what you really are.  You told me you needed help with algebra and I actually believed you, for months you were lying to me to get close so you could perv on me when you already had a girlfriend and two side chicks anyways— god, Jake, you're crazy!"

You yelped when he pinned you to the wall, blue eyes darker than ever.  "I really, really hate that word."

Against the wall, your back straightened as you felt the tone shift completely for a moment before he was back to his jovial self again, giving you a somber but almost-genuine smile.

“The only kind of crazy I am is crazy about you,” he defended with a laugh, leaning in a little closer.  “Why can’t you see that?”

As his eyes moved from your own to your lips, a renewed sense of fear shot through you.  “Jake…” you mumbled, apparently your feeble attempt to ask him to stop.

“Just one kiss,” he bargained, “and then I’ll let you go.  Okay?  That’s all I need.”

“N-no,” you whimpered, turning your head away as he leaned in even further.  “Stop.”

“Come on, it’s just a kiss, baby,” he cooed.  “Then you can leave.  Hey, you might actually like it.  You know, I think that’s what you’re really scared about… and I get it!  When I first realized I was in love with you, it was scary for me, too— I mean, I’m the most important guy in town and you’re just some bookworm, it’s sort of social suicide for me so I had a lot to worry about.”

There he went with his negging again, trying to bring you down to his level.  Your brain knew that, it saw right through it, but your gut still sank with doubt.

“But I know now that love is nothing to be afraid of,” he concluded.

“No, Jake,” you whispered, feeling tears well in your eyes, “I’m afraid that you’ll hurt me if I don’t do what you want.”

“Well, that is something to be afraid of,” he replied with the coldest laugh you’d ever heard; you didn’t hear any agreement, but the lack of denial was deafening.  “So just be my good girl and let me kiss you…”

You swallowed dryly, your eyes wide open and searching for anywhere to look but up at him.

He was so close now that his lips brushed against yours with his command: “say it.”

You stammered over your breath, not sure exactly what he was asking for, and you winced as you felt his grip tighten on your arms.

“Say, ‘kiss me’,” he clarified in a harsh whisper.  “Say, ‘please’...”

“Please,” you repeated awkwardly, hearing it in your voice but so clearly not your own words, “kiss me.”

He let his mouth intertwine with yours and your eyes were still wide open as he let his own fall shut, moving his hands to clutch your face gently instead as you gave a weak effort to kiss him back.

Objectively, he was good at this.  A lot of things were objectively true about Jake: as much as you forced yourself not to see it, he was handsome; as much as it didn’t really matter to you, a boycotter of all things sports, he was talented; and, as much as no one else realized it, he was completely deranged.  For every word of kindness from him there was another of anger.  For every love letter in your locker, there was a threat left scrawled on crumpled paper inside your bedroom, just so he could remind you that your parents would let him into the house if he asked and never question it.

Which was why it was extremely important that you did not enjoy this kiss.  You needed to hate the way his fingers traced over the pulse in your neck, the way his tongue tickled yours, the way his teeth just barely grazed your lip until your knees went a little weak.  

But wow, there was something primally satisfying about melting into his arms, feeling his strength support you like it was nothing when he held your waist and pulled you closer.

You could almost forget that it was him.  But then he mumbled your name into the kiss, nearly moaned it in fact, and it pulled you back to reality.  With a gasp, you pushed him away and blinked your eyes open, not even realizing you’d closed them; hating how quickly you’d started to give in to him.

“There, one kiss,” you mumbled, wiping your mouth with the back of your sleeve.  “I’m gonna go home now—”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughed incredulously.  “You’re gonna kiss me like that and tell me you don’t feel this, too?  We’re so meant for each other— we even order the same milkshake!”

“That doesn’t matter!” you denied.

“I love you!”

“That doesn’t matter either!”

You turned to leave but he grabbed you again from behind, covering your mouth with his hand when you opened your mouth to scream.  “Don’t fucking talk to me like that,” he hissed in your ear, “and don’t walk away from me.”

Fighting against his grip did nothing but exhaust you: he only needed one arm to hold you back as he dragged you deeper into the alley.  Your legs swung wildly and landed a kick to his shin, and he plugged your nose while he was covering your mouth so you couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me, you stuck up little bitch,” he growled.  “I’m really sick of this ‘hard to get’ act.  I know you want me.  So shut up and let me show you what you’ve been missing out on, okay?  You gonna be good?”

In that moment, you would’ve agreed to anything for a chance to fill your lungs with fresh air, and so you nodded, the back of your head rubbing against his chest.

“You gonna be nice and quiet so nobody catches you getting fucked like a whore in this alley?”

Another nod, more feverish than the last, ended with a sharp inhale as he let go of your nose.  But he was still covering your mouth, his arm around you now feeling less like restraint and more like an embrace.

"I've wanted you for so long, you can't even imagine," he explained softly as he leaned down and kissed your neck, gripping your waist tighter.  "You and this perfect body of yours.  This smart little head that thinks too much…"

You swallowed dryly as his hand trailed lower.

"This pussy you've been hiding from me for much too long," he added darkly, roughly shoving his hand up your skirt.

You whined behind his hand but he didn’t seem to care; he pulled your skirt up and grinned at the sight of your panties— because he recognized them.

“I remember these,” he purred.  “They look good on you, baby, but they looked better covered in my come.”

Your cheeks burned with shame— you already hated yourself for still wearing the pair he’d tampered with, but it was harmless after a few runs through the washer, right?  You weren’t going to stop wearing your favorite panties just for him, that would mean he won, in a sense; or, that’s what you told yourself to justify not burning them.

“Don’t worry, they’re gonna be soaked by the time I’m done with you,” he purred, slipping two fingers between your legs and growling slightly.  “Well, actually, you’ve already done a lot of the work for me.”

He pulled the fabric aside and explored your pussy instead, tightening his grip over your mouth as you made little muffled yelps.  The rough pads of his fingers found and targeted your clit instantly, that megawatt smile pressed against your ear as he started to rub your bud harder.

“Mm, feels good, huh?” he taunted, moving even faster as your hips jolted unintentionally.  He stopped only to bring the fingers to his lips, humming at the taste of you which he sucked off of them.  “So sweet, babygirl— better than any peaches and cream milkshake, that’s for sure.”

The wet fingers trailed down your body again, finding your entrance that he suddenly pushed into; it was a little too much without any warning and it made your eyes shoot wide open, a squeak barely escaping your throat.

"Just as tight as I imagined, baby,” he sighed, “all those times I used your panties, or hooked up with somebody who almost looked like you from behind.  You’re gonna feel so good on my cock, I know you want it so bad.”

He took his fingers out of you to reach back and open his belt with one hand, the sound of the buckle matched in upsettingness only by the sound of his jeans sliding down to his thighs.

You heard your own breath loud and heavy against his hand as you felt his hard cock press against your thigh, a drop of precum smearing on your skin.  Your breathing halted suddenly, though, when he slid himself between your legs to rub his cock over your exposed and swollen pussy.

“Oh, babygirl, you really are too good to me,” he grinned, kissing your ear tenderly.  “So fucking wet and ready for me, huh?  You need it that bad?  You’re gonna get it, baby, ‘m gonna give it to you so good…”

Bracing yourself as best you could, you felt the head of his cock push against your entrance before he slammed in all at once, making you hiss in pain.

“Oh god,” he groaned, “fuck, you’re so warm…”

Already he was fucking into you roughly, pumping faster and deeper, paying no mind to your choked sobs of pain from the wide stretch.  Even when it stung it felt oddly good, and the underside of his cock seemed to slide perfectly over your g-spot with each movement until your eyes began to roll back in your head.

“So fucking good,” he moaned hoarsely as he braced you against the brick wall for leverage, reaching back down with his free hand to rub your clit again.  He chuckled when your legs quivered, and he must have felt your walls tighten around him, too.  “I wanna hear those pretty moans, baby, if I take my hand away are you gonna be good?” he asked darkly.  You nodded, enjoying the brief feeling of freedom that came from not having his hand over your mouth anymore.  But then again, it was humiliating that now he could hear your panting breaths, your desperate mewls that you failed to swallow down.

He made a sound that was almost like a laugh as he watched you squirm in his arms, one more way he had to lord this all over you, as if forcing you to take him in an alley wasn’t enough on its own.

His breath against your ear was hot and strained, each meeting of your hips to his accentuated with a little grunt from him.  It didn’t help at all that his fingers were rubbing you just right, with so much skill that you wondered if he’d somehow figured out how you touched yourself when you needed to get off.  Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him to have spied on you before, even if you couldn’t figure out when or how.

The hand that used to cover your mouth slid up under your shirt and pulled your bra down, a large, rough hand groping each breast and pinching your nipples until you bit down on your lip to stay quiet.  For all the mocking and teasing he’d done before, he was pretty direct now— like he was trying to make you come as fast as possible, overloading your body with sensation.  

And did he have to be so fucking good at it?

“I know you’re close, babygirl,” he whispered in your ear, “just let go…”

“Jake, please,” you sobbed, too far gone to appreciate that no begging would make him stop now.

“Come for me,” he demanded roughly, fucking you even faster as he sucked a mark onto your neck, and finally it all came crashing down with a choked-out cry of his name and a gush of warmth dripping out around his length.

“Ohh fuck, there you go, fuck it feels good when you come for me,” he grunted, thrusting even faster.  “You’re gonna milk my cock with that pretty pussy, babygirl— you’re gonna make me come…”

“J-Jake, not inside!” you interjected, getting his hand back over your mouth in return.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “waited too long for this to pull out now.  Feels too fucking good.”

Behind his hand, the difference between whines of hatred and moans of pleasure was irritatingly subtle.

“I love you,” he reminded you in a voice exhausted yet heavy with desire, “so fucking much…”

A few more erratic, brutal thrusts accompanied by heavy pants and he was gone; you could feel his cock pulsing with each rope of come that filled you, so deep that your head fell dejectedly with the realization you had no hope of washing it out now.

His hand fell from your mouth but he didn’t pull out for another few moments as he caught his breath, gently peppering your neck and cheek in slow kisses.  “Baby,” he finally sighed, breaking the crushing silence, “you’re so fucking perfect.  I knew you were made for me.”

I hate you, you wanted to cry out, but words escaped you as he hugged you tightly and pulled your panties back into place, soaking them with his come as it leaked out of you just like he’d promised.  He stuffed his cock back into his jeans and helped you adjust your clothes back to looking almost presentable, finishing it off by turning you around and smiling at you with serene pride before kissing your forehead.

"You're gonna make such a beautiful prom queen," he cooed, “especially if you’ve already got a nice little bump showing…”

His hand rubbed beneath your belly button for emphasis, making you whimper and force your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks.

"Shh, don’t cry, baby,” he soothed, kissing your cheek softly.  “Trust me, you're gonna love being my girl."