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eegasleega-will-change-this-l8r · 2 months

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WELL I WAS PLANNING ON PLAYING CELESTE THIS EVENING BUT INSTEAD I WILL NOW DEVOTE IT ENTIRELY TO INDULGING MY HYPERFIXATION

IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR A PORKY POST

Are Ness and Porky Friends...?

Let's talk about that 😏

First things first, I think this single moment from the beginning of the game is by FAR the most important thing to consider when thinking about how Ness and Porky's relationship is presented to us

Right at the start, when you make your way up to the meteorite, you will encounter the cops and their blockade This also serves as our first introduction to our wonderful neighbor, Porky Minch, who is currently making a nuisance of himself trying to get up to the meteorite, much to the cops' chagrin

One of the cops asks if we could help deal with Porky, and asks this vital question:

What's Ness's answer? Yes!

...or no.

I cannot understate how obsessed with this I am. Ness can't say whether or not Porky is really his friend. This is something he's unable to answer on his own. I really think this is a fantastic way to introduce Porky to the player. If he is Ness's friend... it doesn't seem like he's a very good one.

Now shortly after this, Porky begs for Ness's help in finding Picky. We get a pretty good look at Porky's character here. He's obnoxious, rude, doesn't take responsibility for his actions, and above all is pretty meek and cowardly. Now, I think some people go a little far in interpreting him as "bad" here. Porky's undeniably a jerk even now, but he's still just a kid, and a pretty pathetic one at that. If you look on the Earthbound wiki, you'll see that his age is listed as 14. As far as I'm aware, this only has one source, being Saori Kumi's Earthbound novelization. If you know even the slightest thing about this book, you will understand how ludicrous it is to use this as a source. Porky's age is never specified ingame, but I think his overall presentation implies that he should be the same age as Ness. It's fairly well-known that Ness's age is given as 13 in the American guide, but 12 in Japanese. 12 is also the age given in, again, Saori Kumi's novelization, unfortunately I don't know if this is stated elsewhere. It can also be noted that Shigesato Itoi has actually said he never thought of a specific age for Ness, just that he had his daughter in mind who at this time was in grade 4 or 5. So this gives us a range that could be as old as 13 or as young as 9. Personally, I skew toward 11-12 for how I envision the characters. In any case, Porky's clearly very young, so you really have to keep that in mind when considering... kinda everything about him, actually. But in this instance, it really contextualizes the stuff he says. For example, if you say no to him when he asks for your help, he threatens to "say something that'll cut you like a knife." I think it's silly to take this seriously (i've even heard someone describe it as Porky blackmailing Ness). He's clearly just gonna call Ness some mean name or something. ...Except he doesn't. Say no to him again, and he'll immediately deflate.

Porky is in no way a bully. He's annoying, but he's pretty lousy at being intimidating. Instead, his favorite way of getting what he wants is to appeal to others' sympathy. He's relying on Ness to help him by virtue of being "his bestest friend." Or think of his actions in battle: smiling insincerely, apologizing profusely, pretending to cry. He plays up being a sweet innocent kid whenever he's in trouble.

So, I think the picture we've painted is of a kid who's sort of a jerk, and tricks others to get what he wants. It becomes pretty clear why Ness isn't sure if he can really call Porky his friend.

...But what about Porky's side? Is he really only pretending to like Ness for his own gain, or are his own feelings much more complicated?

First off, just some minor things. While Porky leaves a pretty bad, if not altogether inaccurate first impression, there's a few things in his dialogue that speak to him thinking of Ness as more than just 'that loser who thinks we're friends.'

He promises that he'll tell Ness all about the meteorite in the morning. Probably this'd be in his typically boastful Porky-fashion, but even so, this shows that he wants to share things with Ness.

It's easy to miss because most people playing Earthbound have played A Video Game's before, and also tend not to ignore directions the game is clearly telegraphing, but Porky will actually give you advice if you're not properly prepared.

If you don't grab the Cracked Bat:

You're not taking anything on our big adventure? Why don't you look around for your Cracked bat or something?

Taking the bat but not equipping it:

Sorry about giving you this game-type advice, but you should equip your weapon! Do you know what "equip" means?

Yes:

Okay, that's good. Be sure to pay attention to details like that.

No:

It means "use" or "wear." You must equip items in order to use or wear them. "Equip" is used a lot in games like this, but you already knew that...

Finally, not answering your dad:

The phone is ringing! Answer it! At my house, my dad gets bent if I don't get the phone... within the first three rings!

These aren't anything groundbreaking, but they do show how Porky acts with Ness in casual contexts, plus how the game presents Porky surprisingly neutrally in the beginning, rather than just immediately telegraphing him as the villain. Also, nobody's seen these so hey, some obscure trivia for you.

Finally, Porky's reaction to hearing the prophecy is pretty telling of the kind of character Porky is pre-Giygas. He just talks about how much trouble Ness is in now, how he hopes he doesn't have to come, and how freaked out he is. I think this sums him up pretty well. He's the meek comic-relief friend character. Sniff from Moomin, for example. Or go watch Monster House, because Chowder is literally exactly Porky.

But none of that is super juicy. Let's dive into something juicy. This little bit murdered my brother when we got to it in our playthrough.

A quick detour to Magicant...

Ness... I envy you. You have all the luck. I have no luck. Ness... well, okay... Let's be friends forever, alright?

still hurts

Yeah so first off, I think this totally clears up Ness's feelings towards Porky. He can't say if they're really friends... But he WANTS them to be.

This is Ness's vision of Porky, the Porky he used to know before Giygas corrupted him, and the one he wishes was still around.

But even if this is just a manifestation of Ness's consciousness, I think it also gives us a look into Porky's inner self. This is what Ness sees in Porky, the confession that Porky is too insecure to say out loud. He hides it behind all his boasting and rudeness, but he really, really wants to keep his friendship with Ness.

Well.

If only.

Let's get to MOTHER 3.

This game gives us SO much more of Porky's character, and it's all sooooo deep. I cannot understate how much I hate seeing Porky reduced to 'that Eric Cartman kid who is an absolutely irredeemable suchnsuch.' King P is the culmination of a lot of aspects of Porky's character arc (you think this post is long, it's only the first of many more...), but one of the most prominent aspects is his unbelievably, painful, PATHETIC loneliness. This kid... man... is so desperate for a friend after he left the only person who ever wanted to connect with him that he literally brainwashes a whole city's worth of people into loving him.

And of course that's not enough, because all he wants is his next-door neighbor, his good buddy, his bestest friend Ness.

In closing, are Ness and Porky friends? It's complicated. Both clearly, desperately want to be. They have a history, they know each other intimately, by Itoi's own words they literally grew up playing together. But, for a number of reasons (that I've thought all too much about...), Porky just can't help but make it difficult. I'd sum it up by listening to the song that plays during Earthbound's cast credits. In the end, there are good friends, and...

#earthbound #mother 3 #mother series #porky minch #pokey minch #ness earthbound #emilyramblings #and holy fudge do i ramble #i just cannot shut up when it comes to porky minch #and there's so much i still need to talk about...

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anime-related · 1 month

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AU where L and Light go to To-Oh together before the Death Note is dropped. (Whether Light is Kira is up to you, I think it'd be cool either way)

While L and the cops are investigating Kira, Light and L have began a relationship. Now, Soichiro (lights dad, if your memory is as bad as mine) is working with L, but has also literally seen him in the house.

Sufficed to say, he's shocked when he meets L and it's his son's college friend. Even more so when Light calls L nearing the end of a meeting and hears them talk more than platonically.

Here's some little excerpts my mind made up. I've watched the show only once, so I'm sorry if/that it's ooc

"Hello. I am here to see Light."

"Light! There's a weird guy at the door!" Sayu called. She glanced at him. "No offense."

"None taken," L dismissed.

Light ran down the stairs, smiling at the sight of L in the door.

"Hey! I picked up some cake, and we can go play that game I talked about."

"I figured as much, since that's why I'm here," L said. Light rolled his eyes fondly.

They walked into the kitchen, where his father was getting water.

"Oh, you must be Soichiro Yagami. Police chief, solved over 30 cases."

"Wow, Light. I had no idea you talked about me all that much."

"He doesn't."

Upon setting their sights on L, Soichiro's mind went blank. He would've never guessed. What were the chances. While everyone else was making their judgments on L and his appearance, Soichiro was trying to combine Ryuzaki with L in his mind.

He ignored it. It'd be safer for both of them if they didn't bring their personal lives into this. He took out his ID and introduced himself as if it were the first time.

"If I were Kira you would be dead Soichiro Yagami."

Combining these two people wouldn't be so difficult. He knew Ryuzaki reminded him of someone.

As they went on, he remembered small details. Light running downstairs because he and Ryuzaki had left their phones there. Ryuzaki also had an infatuation for sugar, and even when his wife made pretty universally loved tea, he'd still add stacks of sugar cubes.

Then there was...

"And from now on, I'll have to ask that you stop calling me 'L.' It's..." L glanced at Soichiro. "Ryuzaki now. Just to be safe."

How cautious was L to give a fake name to L before Kira was even a factor? And if Soichiro didn't know him, would he have used a different alias?

"Excuse me," L said, pulling his phone oddly from his pocket. "Your timing is perfect, I'm nearly done with my meeting. I'll be over shortly."

"I assume you have more puzzles to test me with?"

"Of course I do." Whoever was on the other side laughed softly. A small smile cracked L's face.

"I look forward to it, Ryu."

"So do I."

"See you soon."

L hesitated, but hung up without saying much more like usual.

"My apologies, I try not to keep him waiting."

"Was that Watari?" Matsuda asked.

"No, my boyfriend." He said it so casually, though it shocked everyone.

"You... what?" Aizawa asked.

"He's the only person I've ever met on my level. If it didn't put him in significant danger, I would've brought him in to help." He pushed his lip with his thumb. "Though that's not the only reason," he added in a mumble. He looked as ashamed as L could look.

"How long have you, uh..." Poor Matsuda was thrown extremely off guard.

"I've been queer my whole life if that's what you're asking. Though, I'm sure you're not. I've known him for a few months. He's very attractive." He pulled his hand away from his smile. "I'd tell you his name, but I don't feel comfortable doing so."

Soichiro feared he already knew who it was. Light didn't need to be put in more danger than he already was being his son. He didn't know how to feel about this.

"You'd place surveillance camera's on your own boyfriend?" Soichiro asked. He wouldn't mind placing them on Light, but L always had a certain level of respect for him.

"Of course. I've suspected he was L since before we started a romantic relationship."

This was a shock to everyone. Not only L dating Light, but L potentially dating Kira and knowing it.

"Why?"

"Light is my intellectual equal. Unfortunately that makes it more likely that he's Kira. And the fact that he made the first move only increases that likelihood, though he doesn't know I'm L. If he did, I'd be more sure."

"How sure are you?"

"About 5%. If he knew I was L before he kissed me, it'd be 7 or 8%. Getting close with the enemy is a good way of staying in their good graces and not getting caught, but I'm not going to excuse Light as a suspect just because he makes me happy. That would be ridiculous. And being his boyfriend makes it so I can monitor him outside the house without raising suspicion."

"I might be out of line, but that sounds messed up. Spying on your boyfriend?"

"Well, I don't have to. I can monitor elsewhere while they're at home. I will still be attending my outings with Light and I can't help but monitor him in those moments, though I can assure you we're usually focused on each other; I'm not sure he'd have a moment to kill with me there."

"And Light doesn't know you're L?" Aizawa asked. "Couldn't it be helpful for him to be brought on the case? He's helped on cases before."

"If Light isn't Kira, I don't want him in any danger. I'm sure Soichiro understands my dilemma." His voice was tense as were his hands.

"I do," Soichiro admitted. "I'm find putting cameras around the house. If there's any chance, we may as well check."

"Exactly."

#death note #lawlight #death note l #lawliet #l x light #light x l #light yagami

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mrsjavierp · 3 months

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Where you belong?

Chapter 8 - Fill the Void

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing - Narcos Universe (not so accurate), bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN. No physical description of the reader, only your clothes (sometimes). The POVs are shifting between reader (first person and Narrator - 3rd person)

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Thanks for your feedback, hope you enjoy this chapter! Hope to hear from you all soon! I'm also working on two stories (one shots) to our beloved Joel Miller and our corny cowboy Agent Whiskey

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Narrator’s POV:

Arriving at the CNP headquarters, Steve, Javier and you get there almost at the same time.

The tension between you and Javier was noticeable. Steve knew better than asking either of you: he wanted to live to see his girls again… And to catch Escobar.

When you locked the door in your office, the tears started appearing.

You lied to Javier about not remembering breakfast: you hoped he lied about it too. You actually couldn't recall talking about Ben.

Fuck, was a name you didn't think in a very long time…

Especially after meeting Javi.

Is Javi that full of himself to say that to me? What did he mean by that? What did I tell him? And most important: what he really knew about Ben? - You thought.

On the other side of the door, Javier’s mind was racing, trying not to act by impulse. But he decided to call a friend in NYC, who could tell him all he wanted about your history with your ex. He needed to understand why you were so worked up, why that bothered so badly.

However, he didn’t want Steve to suspect anything. Luckly, they got a tip about La Quica again, that he was buying a toilet... The same one that was on La Catedral and heading to the hills on San Isidro road.

When Steve went to speak to Jacoby, to fly Centra Spike over that location, Peña took the shot and called Joe:

“Hey, Joe!” - he greeted him.

“Took you long enough, Javi, you bastard!”

“Well, I tried to avoid long distance calls, you know I hate them.”

“Oh, so the rumors are true, you left your wife in Texas?”

“I did... Better for her and little Lucas, you know…” - he was looking over his shoulder, but no one seemed to be paying attention to him.

“So, how is Y/LN on the colombian field?”

“So far so good, man. She's a good cop…”

“She was one of the best here… But I’m betting my chips that it is not about her resume you called, you want the dirty, am I right?”

Javier laughed.

“You fucking bastard, I knew it!”

“So, what you’ve got about her and her ex?” - Peña asked.

“Peña, that was a huge mess… He was already working here for a while and, months later, she arrived from the NYPD through the front door and found by herself a lead to a prostitution scheme… It was so big that it was a closed door OP, top secret stuff, it was only her, me, our boss and another couple of guys. The operation involved high-class prostitutes, working for high profile narcos. Ben heard the rumors about the OP and tried to sweet talk her to join it… But you know how she is with her work… Things do not mix at all.”

“Oh, I know…” - Javi sighed.

“Yep, so you know the deal... At first, it was just an evil comment here and there. I don’t know if she heard it, she trusted him, she was going to marry him. We were working our asses off, long and crazy hours. He took advantage and lied to her. He got sloppy and the rumors continued to grow... But I still don't know what she knew. Anyway, his luck didn’t last long: we were about to bust a brothel on the night that the narcos were there. Guess who was in one of those filthy beds?”

“No way…” - Javier closed his eyes, incapable of believing it.

“Yep. She found out on the job. Didn't help when she also discovered that he was trying to trade inside info with criminals.”

“Fuck, he was a dirty cop?”

“Yep. Luckily, she was too up-tight with all of her work. Not only was she as clean as a whistle, she got promoted to Colombia.”

“I can't believe it. Fuck...”

“Like a motherfucking movie, am I right?”

“Thanks for telling me. I can understand her behavior now…”

“She's one of the best cops I've ever got to work, Peña. She didn't deserve that.”

“I believe you. Well, thanks, man. Call if you need anything.”

Peña hung up the phone, if he was a mess before, now he was a wreck. The same questions were going through his mind again: How is he going to keep Lorraine away? How will he manage his boy's custody? How is he divorcing her and keep you in the dark, until the process is over?

A couple hours later, the tip to Centra Spike worked: a conversation between another sicario, Velasco, and his lover is recorded.

You, Steve, Javier, Centra Spike, Mili Group and CIA reunited to see area’s maps:

"Well, we can discard the smaller ones... Not Escobar's style." - Steve pointed out.

"Which one of these has at least 2 roads of access?" - you ask.

"This one, Y/LN." - Jones, from the CIA, responded.

"This is your winner, niños." - you draw a circle, indicating it.

"Y/LN, what about Pinzón? We're gonna need men, equipment, cars..." - Javier commented.

"Leave Pinzón to me, Peña." - you responded.

You went back to his office, but he refused.

"¡Cabrón!" - you thought.

You went back to yours, but in the way, Steve talked to you:

"Jefe, any luck?"

"Not yet... But let me handle it. He doesn't know who he's dealing with." - the boys looked at each other, curious.

You called Crosby, Crosby called Gaviria and… Let's wrap it up: about 15 minutes later, you all were preparing to bust Escobar.

All the efforts for nothing, unfortunately: Escobar escaped through your fingers, again.

Escobar, however, made a career fooling and killing police officers, what he thought was going to a truce about to happen turned into a fuse to another battle, which made him even more dangerous.

Days later, you all were right as the skies were blue: another attack came.

Escobar's sicarios killed a bunch of Pinzón's men all around Medellín…

Pinzón chose to resign - it was the last drop to his sanity. He wanted personal peace more than to defend his country… How would someone judge him?

Escobar killed more than four hundred cops a year - although it was a risk, it had no garanties on being alive and no one could fulfill any expectations to actually get it done.

Days passed by and President Gaviria decided to bring Coronel Carrillo back from Spain, as soon as he could.

The first thing Carrillo did was talk to you, since Peña and Steve weren't alone anymore:

“So, Y/LN… You're the boss now. I hope that we can work together at the same pace.” - Carrillo smiled at you.

“Well, I can't say anything about style, but we sure make a hell of a team. I'm saying the same thing as I said to Peña and Murphy: I'm also a field agent… Don't let the high hills fool you.”

He smirked.

“Vamos, Y/LN. I've got to say hi to an old friend…”

****

Carrillo decided to put up a show: tell in grand style about who's back in town. The actual goal was putting Escobar's partners on the map, by transmission. So Carrillo would stick his nose out and so would Escobar.

He lets you, Javier and Steve mapping Escobar's spies.

About a couple hours later, he came back and you and your inside team did the best you all could to track them all.

“We captured six radio transmissions.” - Jacoby informed. - “But we haven't pinpointed the exact location.”

“So our best bet is to corner each of these buildings. This time, we hit the ground.” - you said.

Carrillo ordered his soldier, Trujillo, to send 6 unmarked cars with 4 men each, to observe the buildings, with 20 minute-intervals to avoid attention.

After that, he called Peña to join him.

“Be careful out there.” - you warn them.

Minutes later, when you and Steve are alone, you ask:

“Steve, is he always like that? Taking Peña up and down?”

“Sometimes, Jefe… He probably just wants an update to what happened from someone he trusts… He doesn't know you yet, it's his way.“ - Steve told me.

You'd show Carrillo who you really were: a woman younger than all three (Steve, Peña and himself) whose balls were bigger.

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Peña, Trujillo, Carrillo and other officers captured 6 of the boys who were working for Escobar.

They took them to a hidden alley, on Bairro Escobar.

They are on their knees, scared. Well, 5 of them, at least.

“Do you know who I am?” - Carrillo started. - “My name is Coronel Horacio Carrillo. Last week, 30 police officers were murdered.”

“Those pigs probably deserved it.” - one of them said.

“Shut up, kid.” - Javier murmured.

“Many of them were my friends. A person perched on rooftops guiding murders with radios are assassins themselves… I hope after this encounter you'll reconsider working with someone who thinks he's above the law.”

Although Javier knew Carrillo was right, something felt off. Wrong.

At the same time, Carrillo cocked his pistol.

“What?” - another boy provoked. He was no more than fifteen, brown skin. - “Am I supposed to shit my pants in fear?”

Javier's stomach ached badly. It's been a while since he was afraid of something.

“No.” - Carrillo responded, shaking his head. He pointed the gun and shot, with no hesitation.

His body just fell on the floor, like it was nothing.

“Am I making myself clear? I want you to tell your friends that this is what happens when you work for Pablo Escobar!” - he shouted.

Carrillo analyzed the boys and chose one: the youngest, probably no more than 7 years old. The boy was crying, in silence.

He bent down, looked deeply in his eyes and handed him a bullet.

“Take it.” - the little boy obeyed. - “Tell them this is for Pablo.”

Carrillo stood up again, as if nothing happened.

“Remember what you saw… And know what will happen to you if I see you on a rooftop. You can leave. Now!”

The five boys ran as if their lives depended on it.

Javier couldn't move. He felt like throwing up. He looked at Carrillo, as if he asked something.

Carrillo’s expression was cold and distant.

They all drove back to CNP in silence.

When they arrived back, Steve met Javi on his way out.

“Javi, where are the fucking spotters?” - Steve asked, anxious.

“Carrillo went a different way… He, uh… He cut them loose.” - Javier responded, screeching his head, tense. How the hell is he going to tell what happened?

“Oh, we're letting people go, now? I bet Y/LN will be pissed AF…”

Javi rolled his eyes and, lighting up a cigarette, said:

“Yeah, Murphy, we're letting people go.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” - Javier opened the door of his truck. He needed to leave as fast as he could. He needed a hug. He needed to feel human again.

“Hey, fucking talk to me!” - Steve demanded, interrupting the friend.

“Let go my fucking arm.”

“What the fuck happened?!” - Steve continued to bother Javier.

Javier sighted and responded:

“Carrillo put a gun to the kid's head and pulled the trigger… To make a fucking point.”

Steve swallowed hard.

“We good now?” - Javier mocked, entered his car and headed to the apartment complex where you all lived.

***

About late at night, you hear fervorous knocks at your door.

You were awake, since you just got home.

You pick up your gun and open the door, without noticing that you were only wearing a thin long gray dress, showing your curves.

It was Javier, looking like shit with a bottle of whiskey and a cigar in hand.

“Let me in, please, cariño.” - his brown eyes were almost black. Sad and big.

You put down the gun and let him in.

“Peña, you look like shit… What happened?” - you asked, as you both sat down on your couch and he served whiskey to both of you and put the cigar in the astray.

“Salut, cariño.” - he raised his glass.

You raised as well, drank it up and put away the glass.

“Damn, Peña. That's good stuff… You didn't answer me. What happened?” - you uttered. You knew something bad had happened. The cigar, the good whiskey, his painful expression…

“Cariño, I… I don't know how to say it.”

“Start from the beginning, Javi… I'm right here.” - you suggested, softly.

You were genuinely concerned for him.

He kissed your lips, softly, by surprise.

You stop after a few minutes, reaching out for air. Your apartment felt like a thousand degrees. Your body was sweating, the adrenaline was running through your veins. But, again, you’d deny even from yourself.

“Javi…” - he already knew what you're going to say and he doesn't want to hear it again.

“Cariño, please don't. Not now. I need to forget about today's route.”

“Okay, baby boy.” - you sat on his lap and kissed him deeply. He melted under your lips, his hands touching your body, hungry.

You only needed an excuse to be with him again.

Just one more night… - you thought.

If you were wearing pants, they'd be on fire.

“Cariño, just a heads up…” - he started.

You looked at him, confused, waiting for the rest.

“I won’t be gentle. Right now, I can't. I'm really not capable… Are you okay with it?”

You continued on his lap, but now, you put your knees on each side of his body and he involved his arms around you. Even wearing clothes, the electricity was passing through both of you.

“Show me your worst, Peña… I dare you.” - you whisper.

He smiled, but his eyes darkened with lust.

Javier literally ripped your dress, revealing your skin.

“Hey! Are you fucking crazy, Javi?” - you yell at him. - “I’m gonna fucking…” - you didn't finish, as he slapped your cheek, not enough to hurt you, he never would, but enough to surprise you and make you shut up.

“You don't speak until you're spoken to, babygirl. You don't come until I say so. You won’t do anything without me saying. If you behave like a good girl, I may let you cum. If not, I'm gonna punish you. Understood?”

You shook your head positively, incapable of believing in what was happening.

He slapped your ass, bringing you back.

“Words, cariño.”

“Yes, I understood it.” - you responded, in a low voice.

Who was that man on Javier's body and where he was the first night we were fucked? - you thought.

“Good girl, cariño…” - he touched your body, started at your neck and went down to your waist. - “Now, how do I begin? I've got so many options, so many possibilities… I know we only had sex one time, one night, but I feel like I know your body really well, cariño.”

You looked at him, anxious, waiting.

He picked you up in his arms and took you to your bed.

“Now, we're ruining your bed, cariño.”

He ripped your panties and, with no warning, kissed your mound. You relaxed as he kissed slowly for a bit.

He got up, leaving you clenching over nothing.

He began to take off his suit and tie, your eyes hungry for him, mouth watering.

“What do you want, cariño?” - he asked, eyes locked up with yours.

“Can I help you undress, Javi?”

“Such a polite girl… Yeah, you can.”

You took off his tie, letting it rest on the bed. Helped him with the buttons on his shirt, holding back the urge to rip them as he did with your dress.

He took off his shoes and socks and you unbuckled his belt, letting it side with the tie… You had a dirty idea, but it would have to wait a bit.

At last, his pants went down with his boxers.

He was deciding on what to do, but you couldn't wait. Your hand touched his lower belly, aiming for his dick.

“Oh, cariño, you want to use your mouth, now? Wanna please me?”

“Yes, Javi.”

“Beg for it.” - he said in that condescending tone you hated.

“Javi, please, let me suck your dick.” - you coo.

He caressed your cheek with one hand and the other held his shaft.

“I don't think you want it enough, cariño.” - and he slowly started going up and down his length. He had a stupid cocky smile on his face.

“You know I can be better than your hand, Javi… Please, let me touch you, I'm begging you…” - your voice barely was a whisper into your room.

“Go ahead, cariño… But don't be greedy. I don't wanna come right now.”

Your lips wrapped around his tip, while he held your head. Your tongue and lips worked up and down, while one of your hands cupped his balls.

“Fuck, cariño… I knew you were missing me, but didn't know you were so hungry for my cock.”

He grabbed your hair, setting the rhythm, until you couldn't stand only worth your knees on the bed, needing to claw at his tights, and your nose almost touching his pelvis.

He was fucking your throat and you were so wet.

His mouth was making obscene sounds, saying how good you're doing, how badly he missed you and your beautiful lips.

He slowed down the rhythm, until he stopped, taking it off your mouth. His dick was aching for more, but he wanted to come inside of you.

“You did good, cariño. Can you continue to be a good girl for me?”

“Yeah, Javi.” - you responded. Your legs were trembling, your pussy throbbing for attention.

“Lay down and open your legs for me… Yes, just like that. Tell me, where did you leave your vibrator?”

“In the bathroom, the second drawer.”

“Don't move.”

He picked it up and examined it, curious about the pink wand in his hand.

“So, you've been touching yourself in the bathroom? Door closed? Biting your lips or a towel to not make any noise?”

You don't respond to it, you’re just running away from his glaze.

He slapped your ass again.

“Look at me while I talk to you.” - he demanded. - “Answer me!”

“Y-y-yeah, Javi. I was doing it in the bathroom, biting a towel.” - you murmured.

“Now, you're gonna show me what you've been denying from me to hear, such as in person as through these walls… But don't come. Not until I say so.” - and handed you the vibrator.

“But Javi, I can't control myself when I use it…”

He smiled, the same sly smile you knew and hated.

“That's not my problem. You come when I say it.” - he was being ruthless towards you.

With your right hand shaking, you started to use your wand on the softest mode, as you were so aroused since it all started.

Your room was filled with vibration sounds and your moans. Your eyes looking at his figure, wishing he’d do something to you instead.

You were also a hundred percent sure Javier was punishing you somehow. He wanted to prove himself again.

Javier, on the other hand, was admiring you. The way your pupils were dilated, your body was shaking, your smooth skin chilling, your beautiful pussy soaking wet… If he could, he'd take a picture just to eternalize that moment.

“O-o-oh fuck, Javi… I can't take it anymore… I'm so close, please, let me come!” - you beg.

He smirked at you.

“Oh, cariño, you're close?” - he leaned towards you, as if he was going to enter at your pussy. It only made it worse and closer, as you could almost feel his scent and his warm skin.

“Holyfuck, Javi, please! Please let me!” - you beg, desperately.

He grabbed his belt, tied your wrists together, holding your vibrator in your clitoris. After, he shoved his dick inside of you.

“Go ahead, cariño. Come for me and on me.” - he ordered.

You thank God he said that. You squealed his name high, releasing all of your juices onto him.

You were positively sure you woke up your neighbors.

“Oh, fuck! So good for me, cariño.” - Javier praised you.

He continued without any pity towards you, pounding hard inside you.

Not only you’re embarrassingly wet, you were so overstimulated that the orgasm was knocking at your pussy again, so fast

“I love when you yell my name, cariño!” - he said, full of bliss.

“Javier, for god's sake!” - you yell again.

“¡Mierda! Cariño, are you close again?” - he asked with a devilish tone. - “What a delicious greedy pussy, missing me so much… Oh, fuck!”

Tears began to go down your face. It was impossible to hold anything more and, without his permission, you came again, your body shaking vigorously.

“Holy fuck, Y/N!” - It was his time to yell your name as loud as he could. - “I can... I can feel... You're so fucking tight, you're gonna rip my dick off!"

He untied you and turned off your wand. It relieved you for a bit, but he laid on top of you and chased his own orgasm.

After he came, you both lay next to each other, gasping for air, eyes locked up to each other.

“I missed you so much, Javi…” - you reveal.

He smiled, happy. His hand went to your cheek, fondling.

“Yo también te extrañe, cariño. You have no idea…” (I missed you too.)

“I think I do, Javi… Te extrañe todos los malditos días desde la primera noche.” (I missed you all those damn days, since the first night.)

“Gracias a Díos, cariño. I thought I was alone in this mess.” (Thanks God.)

You laughed together.

“You can't pretend that you don't want to be with me anymore, cariño. I'm serious.” - he declared.

You sighed.

“I know, Javi… But we also know it's not that simple… We work together, I'm your boss, Escobar is on the run…”

“We can take it slow, we don't have to do anything you don't feel like it. But don't push me away again.” - Javier begged you.

“I really don't know how to, Javi. I don't know how to. I haven't dated since…” - you didn't finish.

His eyes were soft and warm, like cocoa on a winter night. Your heart felt like an ice cube on the sun, again.

“Since your ex, Ben?” - he asked.

“Yep.” - you responded, popping the “p”. - “‘It’s not gonna be easy for you, so I’d like to warn you: if you have anything to tell me, tell me as soon as possible. I’m not gonna demand you to do it now, but think if you have anything to tell me, and if you do, you can.”

“First, we need to get to know each other. Build trust and I’m not talking about the field. Let’s get to know each other, talk, laugh, have sex, grab a bite. We’re neighbors, we don’t even need to leave our apartments if you don’t want to.”

“No one can know about us, Javier Jesus Peña. Not even Murphy.”

“Don’t worry about it, cariño.” - he pecked your lips softly.

“And please, don’t sleep with anyone else and it includes your informants.” - you rolled your eyes. - “I know, it’s stupid since we’re not in a relationship, but if you want to do it, please, just end this… this thing we’re about to begin. I’m not saying that again.”

“Cariño, for God’s sake!” - Javier laughed, his hand left your face to your waist. - “No one ever made me feel this way.” - you laughed. - “I’m serious, hermosa. Don’t worry about it.”

You breathe out heavily.

“Well, let’s see how it goes.” - you say, still not allowing your heart to sink further. - “We need a shower, Javi. Care to join me?”

He smiled and you both entered your bathroom... But Javier's mind didn't care for sleeping. He still needed to punish you for coming without his permission, while you were filling the bathtub, distracted.

"Of course, cariño... Besides, you haven't exactly been a good girl for me for a few days. Don't think I'll let you escape that easily."

Your eyes went to his naked figure, surprised.

"Oh, I thought I was off the hook..."

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"if she doesn't want to associate with the community that's fine... but she doesn't get to speak for a community you reject."

then the first person you should tell this to is LO, because for years this woman has actively rejected consider herself as part of the community or even reaching out to anyone in that community. why do you think there aren't really any Natives who have ever come out to speak in defense of LO? none that wasn't an "anon" impossible to verify, that is. there are actual Native people who have seen what she does with that "heritage" and calle it out. 2. "she should have informed community leaders and walk away".

this... this is just the most terminally online take ever. did you send this again, LO? i think you did, because this is just another variant of "if i did anything that bad, then call the cops". let's put it this way: 1. why anyone would think to talk with community leaders of a community you aren't part of about some z-list tier youtube critic with a brownfacing rantsona? and 2. honest question, what exactly do you want those community leaders to do about a z-liest tier youtube critic with a brownfacing rantsona that they have never met or have any knowledge of or has enough of a big influence? do you all think LO is the first, the second or even the third person to claim to be Cherokee in the internet? do you all seriously think they're going to go out of their way to do something for each time that happens? actual Native people, especially the ones responsible for holding their communities together, have better things to do than caring about any of this. i'm not surprised that LO doesn't know or care about any of that because she has never cared before, so why start now. gygas later is going to agree with me, so what exactly is even your point here, "anon" or LO, since LO apparently shares that point of view? 3. "her pulling her i am very badass bitch" i have trouble remembering. maybe some of the people reading this can help me. who was the person who was advicing kids to grab the heaviest object they could find and cave in the skulls of their bullies? who was the person who said she wanted to grab rowling and christie goldstein golden to beat them to death with a rock in a video? who was the person who said she send a "stalker" to the hospital and got a concussion a result, but never got any medical attention for it? who was the one who said she stabbed a MAGA guy in the streets and later published pictures of her pristine, blood free, like it had never been touched before, knife in tumblr? who was the one who openly said that she hoped the skull of her ex Lizzy would cave in? what sister was that was bragging for years about punching the other fifteen times in the gut to leave them crying in the floor? who was the one who made up a story about giving out free tampons to the girls in her highschool... because for some reason they thought that made them cool rather than extremely creepy? i know that wasn't Courtney. but i can't remember who it was. i'm sure it will come to me eventually. 4. "other trans women." what trans women? you? okay, that is one. she apologized for misgendering you and saying transphobic things when she first knew about you. you're free to never forgive her for that, of course, but she never repeated that ever again and she has tried to respect your gender and pronouns just like the rest of us. but you're also her sister, one of her abusers and the one who is currently also erasing the abuse that had nothing to do with you, so i think that's good enough of a reason for her to talk about you, trans woman or not. there's also P. the trans woman that you spend years lying about and making gross insinuations about her and her child before anyone ever find out what their relationship was actually like, so the only reason you actually had to say any of it was because she responded to your lies and talked about you. that same trans woman you also doxxed her irl workplace when you heard a unconfirmed rumour from anons that she had showed Courtney's nudes to people. that same trans woman that Courtney has been speaking out as been sexually harassing her since the moment they met practically and currently is trying to paint Courtney as abusive. i'm going to go ahead and assume that you don't really care about her. you were the one revealing her real life information, not Courtney. you were the one saying "ominous" about a trans woman you didn't really know when you found out that she was a parent.

as if trans woman don't have enough false accusations of being a danger to kids. you never had a single good thing to say about P, so let's take her out of the way. which other trans women is he targeting, LO? where are they, LO? if they're such helpless victims of the evil Courtney, wouldn't you want them to get all the support that they can get? so why you're hiding them? are you really going to enable the evil Courtney to keep harming all those innocent trans women who "never did a damn thing wrong" in their entire lives? according to you, who can blame a six year old for not speaking out about your abuse, then that makes you just as bad as Courtney. just like you stayed quiet when you let an actual predator prey on your underaged audience and we begged you for days to do something about it. 5. "partake in white supremacist rethoric." white supremacist do not care about the heritage of Native people, LO. they think their culture is inferior and should be erased, replaced by their superior cultures. they think any signifier of their culture, like their language, their land and their traditions, are garbage to be disposed of. that's your opinion about them, LO. that's what you have said and acted as for years. now, i'm not calling you a white supremacist. i'm calling you a racist white person. that's a difference. 6. i forgot to mark this, but "it was difficult for me because i was both grieving and being introduced to a bunch of new people who i am always nervous about" i know i already used this meme but...

i think you had a slip there, LO. you keep blaming your parents for why you couldn't form any kind of relationship to those people. that excuse could fly when you're a kid that lives under their roof and has limited range of action. not when you're a fully grown woman living on your own... well... "on your own" is a bit of a stretch, considering you very much still count with daddy's money to keep you afloat when your poorly through out videos flop. but you don't live with them. you could have contacted those people on your own, nobody was stopping you. nothing but your own racist notion that being claimed by the Nation somehow meant being forced to live in a "ghetto" reservation the rest of your life. and yet you didn't. Courtney has kept in contact with your aunt. the aunt who is dissapointed in you and wants nothing to do with you. funny how you completely glossed over that, huh?

7. "i have a lot more reason to hate people in the family." you alone decided that he was lying about being raped by your older brother and told to "get over it" by your parents, LO. you alone decided that because that's an easier narrative that both discredit Courtney talking about the abuse you inflicted on him, but also keep the good relationship you want with the transphobic brother who wished you died in order to prey on his children. especially that 6 year old niece. i bet she being that young brings you memories of when Courtney was that same age, doesn't it?

8. "i barely know my grandparents or my aunt or uncles specifically because i was kept away from them so my parent's abuse wasn't discovered." so what is your excuse now? as a 30 year old woman, what is your excuse to not even message your aunt, the only claimed by a Nation relative you have left alive? or you're going to made up they left you another "family heirloom" just after they die, like you did for your grandpa? Courtney has kept in contact with them, despite not wanting anything to do with the rest of the family. it's really that easy. you could always reach out, you have been able to since daddy got you a new house just so you could stop living under his roof. it's okay, LO. you don't pretend to care about a community of people you obviously don't. just say that your "reclaiming heritage" is your burning sage in your room and buying dreamcatchers. that you have no intention of ever being part of their culture. just say already that you think their culture is trash and it's only good as a flee market to pick and chose the part you like. it's what you already imply with the way you act, might as well stop being a coward and be open about it.

9. "my niece and nephew." the more you keep remarking how much you had to endure in order to be close to those children, the more disturbed i get. is it really worth it, LO? having a 6 year old little girl to trust you is really worth forgiving the father who beat you until you were 15, the brother who is transphobic to you to this day and the mother who saw it all and let it happen? is your "love" for little girls that great? i'd say that Courtney really did a number on you, but that would imply that Courtney actually did anything for you to obsess over him even now. you just keep searching for a replacement, just like in your writing, you keep holding to that thought that one day, someway, somehow, you'll finally have that incest lesbian relationship you think Disney gave you in Frozen. don't think i forgot how you also sometimes ship aunts/uncles with their nieces. 10. "she'll get hurt doing it." now, who is the one pretending to be a badass? 11. "i was a pretty disturbed teenager all those years ago." and you have taken absolutely zero accountability or responsability for none of that for decades at this point. you keep blaming your teenage years in writing stockholm (when you aren't lying that other people edited to make you look worse), but you were an adult already when writing about rainbow fantasizing with 14 year old Courtneys, i mean characters. when you do try to talk about being a teenage, you try so desperately to try to make you seem like an untouchable badass that was so cool, knew better than everyone and went unappreciated for so long. a part of me understand that when you were actually an outcast with no friends, that kind of narrative can be comforting, even if nobody actually believes on them. i imagine it must feel great to pretend you always knew everything, including homework, was abuse, because admit that once you were an innocent kid who couldn't understand what was happening is scary. it's scary to admit that someone took advantage of you being so small and then don't have any idea of what to do about it. it's admit that you were vulnerable, helpless and completely powerless. nobody blames you for that. unlike you blaming 6 year old Courtney about not speaking for the abuse you went through, and that he didn't really know about, we do understand that kids should never be responsible for stopping the abuse that awful adults decided to inflict on them.

but you did had a choice to not hurt other people. no amount of abuse you ever went through would make it okay that you kept going to until you were physically unabled to. Courtney has come to terms with what he did because of his trauma and openly admits it. you can't even do that, and not happy with that alone, erase the abuse that had nothing to do with you. because Courtney hates the family for no reason, right? there's no reason for why she'd decide to go no contact for years? there's no reason for why she wouldn't go to your grandpa's funeral? his rapist and enablers being there couldn't ever be a reason.

10. ngl, the way you just keep harping on the runaway boyfriend of Courtney as the main reason why Courtney is supposedly bitter with his life is so weird... couldn't be that you were that jelous of that boyfriend, LO? because they took your "baby sister" away from you? or maybe because, unlike you, that boyfriend did had consent to touch him without him being knocked out? because Courtney was actually happy with him? because it was thanks to him that Courtney was able to lose contact with all of you? Courtney's version of the story is that she's just grateful to being able to get out of that house and i believe him. but it does feel to me like that boyfriend only accelerated what was going to happen anyway. Courtney was always going to cut ties with all of you. he was never going to forgive you for hurting him the way you did. you were never going to find understanding or being told that it was okay, you're not a bad person for molesting and trying to coerce your sibling into commiting incest for almost a decade. even if that boyfriend never existed, you were never going to unlock her door again. but you don't realize that, so you keep building this narrative that decision destroyed the rest of her life and now, as a 30 year old person, Courtney can't stand it. just so you feel better thinking that somehow she'd be better if she just stayed with that family. Courtney took the very first chance he had to abandon you, he was glad to do so. the saddest part is that you still refuse to understand you were part of the reason why that happened. you drove your sibling away, LO. not that boyfriend. 12. gygas literally said it there: Courtney has been in contact with your aunt. you don't. this "internet drama" is you stealing from their culture and claiming an identity that has nothing to do with you. you never even attempted to reach out to those people and you admit it alone here.

#lily orchard

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 4 months

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Tryna write this post about Hobie's Black-Cat OC MysStray and like 😭😭 I'm Strugglin' I really am

ummm I'm too lazy to go and finish it and make it all nice so imma just infodump about her and Hobies past and dynamic heehee

Anyway 😈 her name is pronounced Miss Stray or Mystery. And Myssie is just Missy but Boujee

Spider-Punk x Black Cat: MysStray - Miranda Straizand

Her real name is Miranda but everyone calls her Myssie. Only Hobie calls her Miranda and that's only when they about to start arguing.

[she be like 'don't Miranda me, ya dickhead. If I start calling you Hobart it's gonna get embarrassing 🤨']

She's 22, an exotic dancer, bud dealer, and credit-card scamming hacker.

HOWEVER

Not only is her faceclaim Rico Nasty but she's also his ex and I have no idea how to write her without ppl being like 'damn why she so mean to him 😐'

Like nooo she means shut the fuck up affectionately. She means tosser in a nice way 😭😭 she's telling him to roll hey blunt cause her love language is acts of service I promise

But uhh yeah they meet as civilians a couple years back but didn't get into it until Hobie was in a tight spot money wise and needed a place to stay - this was right after he got his powers and was patrolling 24/7 to the point it was wearing him down and he had no interest in making money.

And his friend Harry was like 'you can stay with my bud dealer but she might have you working for her'

Hobie ended up staying with her as her pseudo-body guard and blunt roller until he started hitting on her.

Which, she was like 'that's fucking bold of you. You sleeping in my crib, eating my food and now you wanna sleep in my bed? AND YOU'RE BROKE?'

But somehow it worked. He has the rizz. I'm serious.

He got a 'promotion'.

Though Myssie would never say they're dating or that she's his girlfriend.

She'd always say specifically "Hobie's my boyfriend."

And if you asked him, he'd specifically say "I'm her boyfriend."

ie, He's hers. Like not in a possessive way but in a 'She ain't his any-fucking-thing. She ain't nobodies nothing' kinda way - do that make sense 😭

They dated for about a year, with Myssie finding out he was Spider-Man on her own a couple months in.

She was not thrilled. She wasn't mad. She just -

That crawling on walls shit night be cute - but being out in them streets fighting some punk-ass cops talking about 'I'm an anarchist suicide-machine'?

No, no I think not.

Originally she was not into it. That righteous shit was not for her. Her and Hobie had been handling business smoothly, Myssie had moneying come in. The whole circle was eating good - why was he trying to be a hero?

She much preferred he did it on his own time like before. The webs can stay though, she likes the webs.

Hobie on the other hand was like 'okay fuck whatever'. It's not like he needed to be held and babied 24/7. And he knew how Black Cats were, but still - damn.

He'd come home after the shittiest patrol, and she'd act like it was a bad day at the office. A blunt can't fix everything.

Eventually as Myssie learned that Hobie being Spider-man didn't mean he was trying to force righteousness on her - or looked down on her for not seeking it, she got more comfortable with the idea.

And then she got her ass locked up.

All of a sudden she's like 'Hey Spidey come get me 🤣🤣🤣'

Of course he comes. But of course he's like

"I should leave you're arse here but I won't because I'm a good person."

And she's like "You won't because you know better - I'm just joking stop playing and get me out babes 😭😭'

So they had a few good months of crime and justice. Having government systems, stealing funds. Myssie dancing and dealing on the side while Hobie does shows.

They dated maybe a year, a little over that.

Eventually she broke up with him. It was a harsh one. Myssie has Borderline Personality Disorder and although she really loved Hobie, after finding out he was Spider-Man the concern and worry and stress it put on her was too much and she choose to look after her mental health instead.

She's not the type to patch him up when he comes home bloody. Waking up to that shit genuinely stresses her out.

Sitting around waiting not knowing if he would make it home really fucked with her head every night.

She's not trying to take down a system. She's trying to put food on her table and money in her account and live her life fucking quietly.

Eventually she was like 'I'm sorry. I love you, but you're driving me nuts.'

Hobie couldn't fault her. But damn it hurt. Especially because it wasn't like a 'oh btw maybe we should break up' kinda thing it was a 'i can't take this shit anymore' type thing.

He actually felt bad for putting her in the situation because she signed up to date him not Spider-man. And Myssie was never a hero to begin with, she doesn't have a righteous bone in her body.

And then it came to the topic of - UH OH you now live with your ex-boyfriend (plus he's broke and reckless)

Myssie offered to pay for a place for him but Hobie was like 'fuck no' and took off.

Eventually through Harry, Myssie learned that Hobie got a place - his boathouse - making a steady income on his band's mixtape and merch. She was happy for him, but she still kept her distance. Cause like, how do you even approach that?

After breaking up with a dude then low-key kicking him out your flat? It's not like she just stopped having feelings for him. So she kept her distance, for both of their sakes.

No hard feelings, but doing what she has to do.

So that was it. Until one day, Hobie shows up at her job.

Mind you, Myssie dances. So Hobies options were coming to her house unannounced, or show up to her strip club unannounced.

He meets her backstage but, she refuses to see him unless he pays like everyone else.

He can either buy a dance or buy some weed, but she'll only link with him as a customer. They can't just be hanging to hang, y'know?

So Hobie leaves and the next day, he turns up to her place early with the money - having gotten an early advance from a performance.

He buys a quarter of buds from her, and while he rolls a blunt he tells her that he needs her to hack an extremely sophisticated system.

One more complicated than anything they've ever seen.

He can't pay her for the job. He's asking her as a friend.

He tells her that if she takes it, she's going to have to learn a lot about him being Spider-man, and that it might change a lot of things for her, but it's something he can't do on his own.

Reluctantly, Myssie agrees.

He shows her is Spider Society watch - and tells her he needs help hacking the system and disabling the AI on it.

He wants to find the backdoor that leads to HQ's mainframes, and deconstruct it from there.

He tells her about what it can do, and the other Spider-people. Myssie agrees to do the job, but stops him from telling her more, because she'd rather live not knowing everything about the universe.

For a couple weeks they work on it together, and surprisingly they don't rip out each other's throats. In fact, it's kinda nice.

Then Diane enters the picture.

Myssie isn't jealous. She's just very confused.

For one, it's very obvious Diane is from a different planet. She acts like it. There's nothing punk or edgy about her. She's very clearly not from 138.

But she's Spiderwoman. The idea that there's more of them? A whole multiverse of them - a whole multiverse of Black Cats - Myssie... isn't with it.

And secondly, Diane is the opposite of Myssie. Myssie has never heard her say a joke that wasn't well-meaning.

The first time Diane heard Myssie tell Hobie 'Shut the fuck up' (within ten minutes of meeting her) Diane audibly gasped.

Myssie was like 'girl you too tf 🤨 shit both y'all pissin me off'

It's not that Myssie doesn't like Diane - it's just that half the time when Diane speaks Myssie is like

Diane is nice and all - but where the fuck did he find this chick? Why she always here?

Why does she like Hobie so much? He's a lame!! He's broke!! He tells wack ass jokes!!

Like yeah Myssie dated him and loves him but also ????? Groupie??? Girl get a grip!!!!!!

But anyway Myssie helped Hobie hack Spider Society's systems.

They're currently defined as 'Exes' in a nonexistent situationship. Diane has floated the idea with Hobie of them getting back together, now that Hobie has her to support him in the Spideystuff (they're polyam) but Hobie is like 'that ain't up to me'

What happens to them? Idk.

But they've started hanging out to hang out again, so that's a start.

And she's been flipping him off more, which is like her way of flirting.

But like.... That's cute and all - but in the moment she's so mean.

He says a stupid joke to mess with her and she's like ' shut the fuck up and roll the blunt bruv 😒🤨' even though she's stickering and cackling.

But I don't want y'all to think she's just being mean to him just to be mean 😭😭 noo

The way they talk to each other is mad aggressive

Like when he makes a bad joke and she calls him 'one daft bastard' she means he's funny and cheeky and being a silly little guy

Noooo when he calls her a hell spawn or a demon he means that affectionately 🥺🥺 he's making a funny

Nooo they're not fighting they're wrestling over the blunt and also getting play-hits in and also accidentally trashing Myssies place

She's like 'Quit talking shit and come cuddle me. Arsehole.'

He's like 'How about you calm the hell down and give me a kiss 😐'

He calls her Pryssie like prissy because she's highstrung as fuck

She calls him bug boy and pipsqueak even though he's like a foot taller than her

They're just rough around the edges okay them telling each other to go to hell means I love you okay

Mysbie aka StrayPunk or MysPunk idk which one I like more

Oh ALSO Myssie and Hobie have had the Spiderman PS4 timeline

ie Myssie lied and was like uhhh I need money for my son that's why I'm running game

And Hobie was like fuck is that kid mine I cannot a dad and he starts stressing out

Only for her to be like 'first of all I lied second of all why would you think it's yours? That's bold of you. You ain't the only dick on dial 😐🤨'

Okay but I PROMISE They're cute together I promise TRUST ME PLEASE

#ummm I'm out of energy #no proofread #lol #spiderman #atsv #spider man #marvel #across the spiderverse #hobie brown #spider punk #spiderpunk #hobie x oc #hobie brown x oc

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I closed the cell door behind him. The handcuffs were gone again, of course, but we'd long since run out of real pairs and zip ties we had on us, and didn't particularly feel like exhausting the storage room's supplies. Davis started giving him the talk about getting a phone call and all and the perp suddenly says "Look" with the kind of loud voice you can hear in your teeth.

He pulls out a locket from under his shirt (didn't Davis already search him? Why am I surprised...) and holds it up to the bars. "Look here, and listen."

I step forward and look at the odd object. It looks uncomfortable to wear against your skin, but I was never much one for jewelry anyway. No one was much surprised the tomboy became a cop, after all.

It's a crystal shape, like two pyramids attached together. It's a sort of shimmering black color with a tinge of red around the edges. But in the middle...

I look closer. There's a circle, beige, with wispy lines of white and orange mixed through it, like a badly mixed coffee with way too much milk. I momentarily get the feeling like I'm looking down from a great height.

I shake my head. Davis is asking what it is. The suspect shakes his head and puts it back under his shirt. "Just tell your boss this: Where is Venus?"

Weird little creep.

You go back to your work, trying and mostly failing to explain how that arrest went. You're pretty sure an official support shouldn't use the phrase "somehow" and "apparently" that many times. You're certainly going to have to explain this one, no way is this going to be accepted without further review.

Your near-antique desk phone rings. It's the chief. "I just got off a very stern phone call. I need you to let out the prisoner in cell 13 immediately. Don't worry about procedure, I'm sending this as an order in writing, just give them any shit you confiscated and show them the door. And I mean immediately. I'm coming down there now to sign the release papers that were just faxed to me, I want them out of the building in less than 5 minutes. Is that understood?"

You gulp. "yes sir. I'm on the way over now."

You're not even surprised when you unlock the cell that the fucker is in there playing on his phone. You personally confiscated that, you're sure. Maybe the geek had a couple phones, and hid one of them? You did a pretty comprehensive pat-down... Ew.

Davis walks up with the goods bag, but he's got his usual confused look twice as bad at the moment. Before he can even say the problem, you can see it from what he's holding. Or rather, what he's not. The transparent bag is empty, the seal is still in place.

Before you can even explain that you've somehow lost his stuff, the perp is standing up and telling you not to worry about their stuff. The Chief is still on the way and he's supposed to be here for this, but from that phone call it sounded like he didn't want any delays. You turn the key in the lock, and the mechanism engages, automatically sliding the door open.

Your oddest arrest of your career (and there has been some competition!) walks out the door, tugs at his shirt, and says a quick dismissive thanks, before heading down the hall towards a glowing exit sign.

The Chief finally shows up as he's walking away, and is visibly out of breath. You hand him the clipboard with the papers to sign, and he wheeze out a thanks, after a coughing fit that leaves him buckled over and giving you the most marvelous view of his shiny, shiny bald spot.

"so who was it who called to spring that jerk, if you don't mind me asking?"

"it was a conference call. That was the director of NASA and the President"

"of... NASA?"

"no, of the country."

"oh, my. Can he order the release of a prisoner?"

"I mentioned exactly that while I was on the phone, and I'm not sure of his exact wording but it was something like 'shut up, do it now, or there'll be a Black Hawk dropping a squad of marines in your parking lot in 15 minutes, and they'll do it for you.'"

"Jesus!"

"so I said 'yes sir, will do'. He said the DOJ will figure out the justification later."

"This isn't over, is it? We're gonna be doing paperwork and lawsuits over that little fu... freak for a while, aren't we?"

"probably. But get this: The president himself told me not to mention this to anyone, but since you were there I think you should know. Besides, I haven't signed anything yet... Remember how the director of NASA was on the line too?"

"yeah, that was odd. What's this guy, some renegade astronaut who's late for his flight or something?"

"no idea. But apparently his magician talents don't end with pulling rabbits from hats and escaping from your handcuffs. They think he somehow palmed the planet Venus."

You blink slowly. "what"

"yeah. Whole damn planet is gone. NASA is not happy. The military is very worried."

"about Venus?"

"No, more about what else he can do, I imagine. If he can grab a planet out of the sky, what could else can he do? Borrow a tank? Steal a nuke? Drop the moon on DC?"

"I see their point."

Your walk-and-talk comes to its end as you arrive back at your office. You look at the big windows, and you can see the strange man still crossing the parking lot. He pauses by a squad car, then looks back at the window, before giving you a big thumbs up.

The Chief has to stop you from running after him, as he opens the door to your car and drives off. "Don't. We'll figure this out, I'll get you another vehicle. I am not getting an angry call from the dang president TWICE in one day."

You're never going to finish the paperwork from today, you can feel it in your bones.

#my writing #This was an old story idea from years ago that I never got around to writing out #Dunno if it'll go anywhere else #Probably not

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Kitty's Notes On Episode 2 Of The Payday Web Series

It is really funny to me that they made a “previously on” part for a web show and to recap a episode that clocks in at 6 minutes

It's funny that Dallas & Houston have time for a very small argument. Also helps set up the insane amount of tension the web show portrays them having

The editing/camrea is so choppy like this isn't a review but omg I had to write that down

Okay it looks like Wolf keeps zip ties on his belt, makes sense both for the game stuff of tying up civis and also is probably helpful for his mechines

Chains and Houston demask INSIDE A FUCKING VAULT post running out of ammo and while they do tell the civis present to not look this is just such a bad idea especially because the vault is basically surrounded by cops

But also the bromance between Houston & Chains is real, like they're in a bad situation and they plan it out

Also it seems like Dallas and Wolf are the main movers of goods within this heist, I'm not sure they're the best picks but with the limits the gang had at the time I suppose they aren't the worst, it just feels like in general the plan doesn't cater to the real talents of the gang. Which tbh is probably because the web show is meant to be a ad, so they wanted more action which required mostly gun fights and they didn't do fight scenes in a intelligental way

Also I just realized for some reason Chains is using a damn hand gun meanwhile it's Houston with a assault rifle, which really doesn't seem catered to their skills

I just remembered a little later after writing the above that Chains mentioned being out of ammo for his own assault rifle so not as bad as I thought, still wonder why they didn't switch at any point, like it worked out but yeah

One thing I do like about the action scenes is that the gang uses more than juet guns and use melee attacks as well

Houston is able to flat out flip a guy over and steal his gun, I feel pretty confident in saying Houston has probably taken some hand to hand combat lessons.

Also it appears that both Dallas and Wolf are using assault rifles which makes sense given their roles in the heist.

WE GOT A WILHELM SCREAM!!!

In better lighting it seems Wolf actually has a shotgun which is even better for him actually

We see the escape driver when Dallas and Wolf are ambushed at the escape van, he appears to be at most middle age, white, brown hair, slightly fatter build and wears a black hoodie with a band or event tee-shirt under the hoodie, grabbing a pic to see if I can locate the shirt later.

We see several of Vlad's men during the ambush including who we later learn seems to be his right hand / personal bodyguard

Vlad's intro is so funny to me, like he holds the gang at gunpoint and stalls their escape and this actually manages to end with him getting the gang to work with him, like I am sure that Bain or Vlad carefully planned this part but it could have easily gone wrong if for example Wolf shoot someone without thinking it through, or if a officer managed to follow them to the van, especially since everyone unmasks!

Houston Vc: Do you know these guys?. Dallas, who is being held at gunpoint vc: does it look like I know these guys?

1. Vlad decides to shout “Bain” while explaining he is a ally, 2. He calls Bain in this instance “Mr Bain” which I find to be a fun detail of characterization and also to how at the time the only people sorta comfortable enough around Bain to be confident when saying his name and such is the core members of the Payday gan

Ah and then Dallas has to go back uncover which requires faking a injury, which he lets Houston do the honors of punching him, only adding to the family feud they seem to have in the web series. Also this one punch is enough to knock Dallas to the ground.

Also funnily Dallas or should I say, “Nathen Steele” is the one to call in the first world bank heist

Bain vapes! We see him vape, we also hear him in game talk about smoking cigars, so either he does both or in my opinion more likely he lies about the details of his smoking habits even to the gang.

We can see that Bain wears a leather jacket with a design on the back & front when in his lair, the design most looks like fire to me but it's very dark, I would love to someday see some behind the scenes footage or something with the costume.

#talk tag #payday 2 #payday #meta #my meta #payday web series #payday chains #payday wolf #payday houston #payday dallas #Natehen Steele #vlad kozak #smoking mention #bain #dallas #Houston #chains #wolf #payday bain

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woso-fan13 · 2 years

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It’s Not Drugs (At Least Not The Ones You’re Thinking)

“Is this a party or an intervention?”

You walk into your room to find the entire team gathered. You had assumed Sam would be there, it was her room too. And maybe Kristie or some of the other players would be visiting. But you weren’t expecting the entire USWNT to be sitting across the hotel room, waiting for you.

No laughs in response was not a good sign. The way Abby pulled you into the middle of the group as Alyssa locked and leaned against the door was also not a good sign.

You look around confused, you really had no reason to be in trouble. You have been playing well recently, you scored a goal in yesterday’s game! You were getting good grades in school, you were eating your vegetables. You were nice to the coaching staff, your teammates, and everyone you met. You couldn’t think of a single reason you should be in trouble.

Yet, everyone was staring at you. Some faces were full of anger, some of disgust. Some people looked like they just finished crying while some looked like they were just about to start.

Carli and Becky were in the middle of the group, clearly about to lead. This was not going to go well.

“Y/N, you know you are an extremely valuable member of this team, right?” Becky starts, clearly with a huge ‘but’ following.

You simply shrug slightly in response.

“But you also must know that nobody on this team is irreplaceable. Being good on the pitch is no excuse for your actions off of the pitch.”

“Becky, what’s going on? Am I being kicked off of the team?” your voice was quiet and wavering as you spoke.

“Y/N, drop the act. We know,” clearly, Carli took a more direct approach.

“I- I- What? I don’t know what’s going on.”

“We know you’re taking drugs, Y/N. You know you’re not allowed to use them while you’re on this team,” Carli looked directly at you while speaking.

You look around the room at your teammates, all of whom are refusing to make eye contact.

“Y/N,” Becky gets your attention, “you know the effect that illegal substances can have on a person. You know you can’t play while you’re on them. Carli and myself are going to speak with the staff about this, we just wanted to give you warning before we did. Once we speak to them, you will be tested and released from the team.”

“I haven’t done any drugs, Becky, I promise. I don’t even know where I would get them, I’m still in high school.”

Sam pipes up, “Y/N, don’t be mad,” not off to a great start, Mewis, “but I was looking through your bag. I was trying to find a sweatshirt to borrow, but I found your stash.”

“My stash? That makes it sound like I’m a drug dealer. I have 6 medications in my bag, they are all prescribed to me. I can tell you what they are and what they are for, but I promise you it’s nothing bad.”

Carli decides to play the bad cop, standing up and moving towards you. She hands a small box to you, “Y/N, if you are so convinced that you haven’t been doing drugs, take this test. When you get a positive result, we’re going to talk to the coaches.”

Sighing, you grab the test. You were sure that you hadn’t taken any drugs, you just had to convince them. This way would likely save a lot of time.

You take the test into the bathroom. You come out a minute later, set a timer on your phone and sit down. As the timer counts down, everyone stares at you, waiting. They were mostly in shock, they never thought you would do drugs. You were so innocent, and so thrilled to be on the team they doubted that you would do anything to jeopardize that.

The timer goes off and you walk into the bathroom. You grab the test, not bothering to look at the result- you already knew what it would be. You walk out of the bathroom, handing it to Carli.

“What does it say?” You look her directly in the eyes, standing straight.

“It’s negative. How’s it negative? We saw your stuff,” Carli was set on exposing this so-called drug paraphernalia.

“I would love to see this stuff too. I’m very concerned as to why I have drugs in my bag.”

Sam pulls a toiletry bag out from behind her, you instantly recognize it. Actually- it made a lot of sense now. The bag was filled with alcohol wipes, cotton balls, and disposable syringes. It looked a bit suspicious, you had enough to run a hospital or a drug ring, but you liked to be prepared.

“Sammy?” You ask, “did you happen to look in the fridge?”

“Why would I look in the fridge? Nobody uses a hotel fridge,” she makes a fair point, nobody really does use them.

Emily, who had been sitting near the fridge, opens the door and looks inside, “it’s just a bunch of juice boxes.”

“What else is in there? Bottom shelf, right side.”

“Vials? I don’t know,” fair enough, there was no reason why Emily would recognize it.

“It’s insulin. I have diabetes, type 1. I got diagnosed when I was 4, so it’s pretty well controlled now. I have a dexcom, which monitors my blood sugar, and an omnipod, which doses insulin. I bring needles in case something happens and I need extra.”

The room takes a minute to process all of this. They clearly have questions, but there is an overwhelming one, why didn’t you tell them.

“It’s never interfered with my being on the team, and it’s not something I really like to share. The staff knows, they have to. That’s why they call me off during practice sometimes. They have the app to track my glucose too, so they know if it gets low. If it starts dipping, they get me off the field before something bad happens. It’s also the reason the locker room is now stocked with juice, you’re welcome, by the way!”

—-

This news was a shock to everyone, but they took it in stride. They quickly adjust what they eat around you, making sure to never leave you out. They also all try to insist that you give them access to monitor your glucose. Your argument that there was a limit to the number of people who could login was stopped when teammates offered their old phones to the group.

Hence, the ‘Y/N Phone’ was founded. The password was simple (your birth year) and the phone was to be available at all times. This way, teammates could check on you without having to bug you.

You would never tell them that it didn’t bug you, you didn’t want to seem uncool. But the fact that they cared so much was astonishing to you.

I don’t love it, but it’s something. At least it’s done now and I can move on.

#woso #womens soccer #woso community #woso x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt woso #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #reader insert

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depressedhouseplant · 5 months

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🔞 Cops & Robbers (Bbangju) 🔞

Synopsis: Kim Younghoon and Lee Juyeon have been locked in a battle of cops and robbers for almost five years. Then the line between good guy and bad guy starts to blur

WC: 3100

Tags: Hate sex, Top Juyeon, Bottom Younghoon, Unprotected Sex, References to violence

A/N: This is the first chapter of a WIP. Nobody wants TBZ smut though so I have no idea why I’m sharing this. Guess I’m a glutton for punishment 🤷🏼‍♀️

Younghoon checked the address on his phone for the third time and looked back up at the club entrance. The line snaked almost completely around the building. He took a deep breath and approached the front door.

“Can I help you?” the bouncer asked.

“I was invited by the owner,” Younghoon showed him the text with the address. There was an 8 digit code of letters and numbers that Younghoon hadn’t been able to decipher. The bouncer read the message, repeated the code over the headset, and opened the door.

“Wait there,” he nodded toward the bar.

“Thank you,” Younghoon nodded.

“Can I get you anything?” the bartender asked.

“He’s with me,” Younghoon turned to see a skinny dark haired man behind him. Younghoon knew from all the years of surveillance that he was Ji Changmin.

“Of course,” the bartender nodded.

“Follow me,” Changmin said. He led Younghoon past the dance floor, up a flight of stairs, and back to an area separated by a heavy curtain with two bouncers on either side. They pulled it back when they saw Changmin.

“Thank you gentlemen,” Changmin nodded. Sitting on a plush couch was Lee Juyeon, the most notorious gangster in the city and Younghoon’s personal problem for the past five years. He was impeccably dressed sipping champagne. Younghoon was in worn jeans and a faded button down shirt. Public service didn’t allow for many luxuries.

“I was half expecting you to not show up,” he smiled. “Drink?”

“I’m working,” Younghoon crossed his arms.

“Hardly. You’re here on your own time. I know you won’t bill this visit to the residents of this fine city,” Juyeon took a sip.

“Why did you call me here?” Younghoon questioned.

“We haven’t tried to kill each other in at least 6 months. I missed seeing that self righteous face of yours,” Juyeon grinned. “That will be all, Changmin.”

The other man nodded and left. They were alone save the two bouncers outside the curtain.

“Seriously, why am I here?” Younghoon asked.

“Have a seat, have a drink, and maybe I’ll tell you,” Juyeon gestured to the spot next to him.

“Maybe?” Younghoon repeated.

“Maybe,” Juyeon raised his glass. Younghoon chewed the inside of his cheek.

“Fine,”

“Excellent,” the other man grinned. He patted the seat next to him. Younghoon sat and Juyeon poured him a glass of champagne. “There’s another gang making far too many waves for my liking. It’s been low level shit so far. Things like trying to force me out of certain neighborhoods or tipping off the cops when one of my guys is making a pickup or delivery. I doubt they’ve made it on your radar yet. You know how much I hate competition.”

“You hate a lot of things,” Younghoon replied.

“Including you, but you’re the only one who can shut them down before things start to get really ugly,” Juyeon explained.

“Says the one who’s tried to stab me on multiple occasions,” Younghoon took a sip of the champagne. It was good. Of course it was good. Juyeon could afford the best of everything.

“And you haven’t tried to stab me?” Juyeon leveled his gaze at Younghoon. “But I digress. I’m not talking about the two of us using knives as foreplay. I’m talking actual body counts.”

Younghoon choked on his drink. Juyeon gave him a few solid slaps on the back.

“What do you want me to do about it?” Younghoon coughed.

“Get them out of my hair. In return I’ll stay out of yours,” Juyeon told him.

“Are you going to stop dealing drugs and running guns?” Younghoon questioned.

“Of course not. I’ve still got to make a living. Though you know I don’t like guns. It’s a necessary evil in this business,” Juyeon refilled his glass.

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as necessary evil,” Younghoon replied.

“Of course you wouldn’t. You like rules too much,” Juyeon leaned over and refilled Younghoon’s glass. He didn’t realize he’d finished it.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Younghoon asked.

“If two glasses of champagne gets you drunk then you’re a bigger lightweight than I thought you were,” Juyeon snorted.

“You think I’m a lightweight?” Younghoon questioned.

“I know you’re a lightweight. I follow you just as much as you follow me,” Juyeon shrugged. Younghoon knew that. He’d known that for years.

“And if I agree to this?” Younghoon asked.

“I told you. I’ll make as few waves as possible in my line of work. I have a few names, but I haven’t been able to confirm where they fall in the hierarchy. I do know their leader isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty,” Juyeon replied.

“I’ll think about it,” Younghoon said finally.

“If that’s the best I’m getting right now I’ll take it,” Juyeon took another sip of his drink. “Relax. Enjoy your drink. Come home with me.”

“Excuse me?” Younghoon sputtered.

“I know it’s loud in here, but you heard me,” Juyeon said. Younghoon was stunned. Lee Juyeon had not just asked him to go home with him. “Well?”

“How do I know you’re not gonna slit my throat or something?” Younghoon was suspicious. Juyeon laughed.

“I want to do many things to that pretty throat of yours, but slitting it is not one of them,” he put his glass down and rested his hand on Younghoon’s thigh. “I’d much rather mark it up with my mouth than a knife.”

“What…what else would you do?” Younghoon swallowed hard.

“To your neck or to the rest of you?” Juyeon prompted.

“Both?” Younghoon was starting to feel unbearably hot.

“Let me show you,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon into his lap and joined their lips. Juyeon tasted like champagne and a hint of cigarettes. Juyeon only smoked when he was stressed. He’d learned a lot about the other man’s habits over the past five years. Younghoon held onto Juyeon’s face and kissed him harder. He felt the other man smile against his lips.

“So you do want me, too,” he purred.

“Maybe,” Younghoon breathed.

“Then let me take you somewhere far less public and far more comfortable,” Juyeon suggested.

“Okay,” Younghoon agreed. Two glasses of champagne wasn’t enough to even give him a buzz, but it was clearly enough to agree to Juyeon’s proposition. Juyeon plucked Younghoon off his lap and led him out of the club through a back entrance. There was a car already waiting.

“Were you that confident I’d say yes?” Younghoon asked.

“I figured once you actually showed up then there was a better than 50% chance you’d agree,” Juyeon smiled, opening the door for Younghoon.

“Cocky bastard,” Younghoon muttered.

“I think you’ll like my cock quite a bit. Though my parents were married when I was born,” the other man replied. Younghoon opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t have a witty retort. Juyeon was the razor witted one. He always had been.

Juyeon started kissing him again as the car started. Younghoon’s lips were starting to swell by the time they arrived at Juyeon’s house (mansion). His cock was hard enough to cut diamonds and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath no matter how hard he tried.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” Juyeon instructed when they made it to the bedroom, clothes strewn all over the floor.

“Fuck me,” Younghoon’s dignity was out the window.

“Yes, but how? On your back? From behind? Standing up? My repertoire is vast,” Juyeon told him. Younghoon looked down at him from his place on Juyeon’s lap.

“On my back. I want to see you,” Younghoon decided.

“Aren’t you the romantic,” Juyeon teased.

“At least if you try to kill me it won’t be a surprise,” Younghoon retorted.

“I have no desire to kill you, unless you count fucking the life out of you,” Juyeon laughed.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Younghoon told him.

“Then get on your back and let’s get started,” Juyeon pecked him on the lips before flipping him over. “I’m going to take my time with you.”

“I’ve taken a dick before, please and thank you,” Younghoon glared.

“Not as big as mine you haven’t,” Juyeon replied as he lubed up his fingers. With his dry hand he pulled his underwear off. Younghoon’s jaw dropped. “Told you.”

“Take your time,” Younghoon squeaked.

“Wise choice,” Juyeon smirked. He slowly and methodically opened Younghoon up. Even two of his fingers stretched him. Juyeon would periodically tease his prostate, causing Younghoon’s hips to buck. He was four fingers deep in Younghoon before he declared him sufficiently prepped. Younghoon whined when Juyeon withdrew his fingers.

“Patience, darling,” he smirked as he put the condom on. Younghoon tried to glare at the other man, but it looked more pouty than anything. “So dramatic.”

“I am no-,” Younghoon was cut off by the feeling of Juyeon pushing into him.

“You’re not what?” Juyeon looked down at him.

“I’m not dramatic,” Younghoon whined.

“You’re about to be making plenty of dramatic noises,” Juyeon moved smoothly out of Younghoon, then bottomed out.

“Fuck!” Younghoon grunted.

“That’s what I like to hear,” the other man said then began thrusting into him. Younghoon never felt this full, this stretched before. It burned for a few seconds then his body gave in, accepting Juyeon like he’d been made for him.

“That’s right, darling. Relax and let me make you feel good,” Juyeon praised.

“So good,” Younghoon gasped.

“Perfect,” Juyeon smiled down at him. Younghoon let himself get lost in the feeling of Juyeon fucking him. He pulled the other man down and kissed him like he was the sole source of oxygen in the universe. This man he was supposed to hate because he was against everything Younghoon stood for was currently making him feel things he didn’t think were possible.

“Gonna…come…” he gasped. Juyeon pushed himself back up on his arms and fucked into Younghoon even harder. Younghoon came, painting his torso white.

“My turn,” Juyeon grinned, holding down one of Younghoon’s hips as he chased his high. He came a few moments later, emptying into the condom. He collapsed on top of Younghoon. Juyeon nuzzled against Younghoon’s cheek. Younghoon wrapped his arms around Juyeon’s waist. Then he started to come down from his high.

“That was…” Younghoon suddenly rolled out from under Juyeon and got up.

“That was…” Juyeon propped his head up on his hand.

“A one time thing,” Younghoon didn’t look at him as he started picking up his clothes.

“Is that so?” he asked as he disposed of the condom.

“Yes, it was,” Younghoon pulled up his pants. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Your thoughts seemed pretty clear 5 minutes ago,” Juyeon pulled on his robe and hugged Younghoon from the back. “Tell me this doesn’t feel good.”

Younghoon’s breath hitched. The silk felt cool against his still sweaty back. Juyeon’s fingers splayed out around his ribs. His left index finger pressed against the scar.

“I gave you that, didn’t I? Was it our first time? Or our second?” he breathed against Younghoon’s ear.

“First,” Younghoon whispered.

“Right, you moved right as I was trying to stab you. That was fun,” Juyeon smiled.

“You have a bizarre definition of fun,” Younghoon turned his head only for Juyeon to catch his lips. The other man turned Younghoon so they were facing each other again.

“Maybe. I’m not sure if trying to kill you or fucking you was more fun. However, I’ve tried to kill you at least five times and I’ve only fucked you once,” Juyeon noted between kisses.

“Don’t forget that I gave you this,” Younghoon ran his finger over a thin, silvery scar on Juyeon’s collarbone.

“How could I forget when I let my guard down?” Juyeon’s fingers tangled in Younghoon’s hair. “Look what happened when you let yours down.”

They tumbled back on the bed, Younghoon in only his jeans and Juyeon’s robe hanging open.

“I said it was a mistake,” Younghoon looked up at him.

“No, you said it was a one time thing. You never said anything about mistakes,” Juyeon grinned.

“I was trying to leave,” Younghoon glared.

“Yet here you are under me again. Clearly you weren’t trying hard enough,” Juyeon perched on Younghoon’s hips. Younghoon felt himself starting to get hard again.

Fuck.

“Your dick certainly seems to think this wasn’t a one time thing,” Juyeon smirked. The other man’s cock was mostly hard again.

“Have you seen yourself?” Younghoon blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Juyeon asked.

“You know you’re hot. Of course my dick is going to react when you’re sitting on it wearing nothing but that square of fabric you call a robe,” Younghoon glared.

“You think I’m hot?” Juyeon looked like he was ready to devour him.

“I said you know you’re hot,” Younghoon breathed. His cock pressed painfully against his zipper.

“You know one time thing can be interpreted in many ways. It could be, as you’ve already tried, one fuck. It could be one night where I fuck you until both of us are dry. It could be one time where I raw you. Time is flexible when you know how to manipulate it,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon up by his shoulders and kissed him again.

“I’m leaving,” Younghoon breathed between kisses.

“Then leave,” Juyeon retorted.

“Get up,” Younghoon told him.

“Make me,” Juyeon replied, taking off his robe and tossing it to the side. Younghoon wrapped his hands around Juyeon’s waist. “You know you can’t pick me up like that.”

“I can try,” Younghoon huffed.

“Go ahead,” Juyeon kissed him again, grazing his finger over the scar on Younghoon’s ribs. Younghoon let go and ran his thumb over the mark on Juyeon’s collarbone. “We’ve marked each other forever, Younghoon. Why don’t you just give up?”

“I’m the good guy and you’re the bad guy,” Younghoon put his free hand on Juyeon’s ass, pulling him closer.

“Depends on how you look at it. Maybe I’m really the good guy here,” Juyeon bucked his hips against Younghoon’s straining erection. “That has to hurt. Why not open up your pants and save yourself the discomfort.”

“Make me,” Younghoon challenged.

“I can do it for you,” Juyeon reached between them and deftly opened Younghoon’s jeans. “See?”

“Asshole,” Younghoon glared.

“I’m about to ruin yours. Again,” Juyeon looked smug. It was hot. He slid off Younghoon’s lap and pulled his jeans down leaving him exposed. “Forgot to put your underwear back on?”

“I was in a hurry,” Younghoon huffed.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Juyeon forced Younghoon’s legs open and took his cock in his mouth. Younghoon let out an obscene groan. Juyeon laughed, sending a shot of pleasure up Younghoon’s spine.

“Get off,” Younghoon grunted, knotting his fingers in Juyeon’s dark locks.

“I plan on getting you off,” he teased the tip of Younghoon’s dick with his tongue. “Never knew you tasted this good.”

“Of course you would like the taste of semen,” Younghoon snorted.

“No darling. I said I like how you taste,” Juyeon nipped at Younghoon’s thigh.

“How many cocks have you sucked?” Younghoon asked. He wasn’t sure he actually wanted to know.

“Enough to know,” Juyeon dragged his tongue up Younghoon’s length. “As much as I’d love to suck you off, I’d prefer to obliterate your ass. Again.”

“It was a one time thing,” Younghoon tried to sound authoritative, but it came out as a whine. Juyeon had reduced him to a whiny, pouty, needy hole.

“One time, one night, it’s all the same,” Juyeon planted his hands on Younghoon’s thighs and forced him onto his back with the weight of his body. “Hell, it could be one lifetime if you know how to sell it.”

“I’m not buying,” Younghoon tilted his chin so Juyeon had better access to his neck.

“Don’t kid yourself. I could sell a tarantula to an arachnophobe,” Juyeon’s lips moved against Younghoon’s neck as he spoke. Younghoon’s body arched into Juyeon’s. “That’s it. Don’t fight it.”

“I have to,” Younghoon whined, spreading his legs.

“You don’t have to do anything. You’d rather play by someone else’s rules than make your own choices,” Juyeon ran his finger over Younghoon’s hole, still loose from earlier.

“That’s why -,”

“I know, I know. You’re the good guy and I’m the bad guy,” Juyeon cut him off. “Are you gonna let me raw you or not?”

“How do I know you’re clean?” Younghoon looked at him.

“I guess you’ll just have to trust me,” Juyeon slid one finger into Younghoon.

“Why should I trust you?” Younghoon adjusted his hips on Juyeon’s fingers.

“In all the years you’ve known me, have I ever lied to you?” Juyeon’s expression changed from playful to serious. “I’ve always done exactly what I said I was going to do. That includes trying to kill you on multiple occasions.”

“That’s true,” Younghoon confirmed.

“So why wouldn’t you trust me?” the other man asked. Younghoon bit his lip. He knew the answer, but he didn’t want to give Juyeon the satisfaction of hearing it. “Answer me, Younghoon.”

“You’ve never given me a reason not to,” Younghoon admitted.

“Exactly,” Juyeon’s expression changed back to mirthful. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over, and lubed his cock. “How convenient you’re already prepped for me.”

“Proud of yourself?” Younghoon wrinkled his nose.

“Very,” Juyeon pushed into him again. This time was an entirely different sensation. There was nothing separating them. Younghoon truly felt all of Juyeon.

“Holy fuck,” Younghoon breathed.

“So good for me. So responsive,” Juyeon pulled Younghoon up so he was sitting in his lap. Younghoon dug his fingers into Juyeon’s shoulders as he began thrusting up into him. Juyeon was taking him apart on his cock. Younghoon told himself he was too busy to fuck around. He had important work to do. Juyeon was the one who fucked around. He existed to make Younghoon’s life harder which, in his mind, included fucking anyone he wanted whenever he wanted. Yet here he was stuffed full with Juyeon’s dick for the second time that night.

“I hate you,” Younghoon breathed into Juyeon’s mouth.

“I hate you too. Now come for me, darling,” Juyeon had a vice grip on Younghoon’s hips. Younghoon came because he always did as he was told. Juyeon came a few seconds later, pumping everything he had left into Younghoon. Younghoon let his forehead fall on Juyeon’s forehead. The other man rubbed his back, his touch almost loving.

“They say hate sex is the best sex,” Juyeon observed.

“Wouldn’t know,” Younghoon mumbled.

“Right. You’re too busy saving the world from me,” Juyeon chuckled.

“Maybe I’m more selective with who I sleep with,” Younghoon pinched Juyeon’s shoulder. Juyeon popped him on the ass.

“Lying doesn’t suit you,” Juyeon told him.

“What does suit me?” Younghoon picked up his head.

“Being my obedient little fucktoy,” the other man taunted. Younghoon’s cock gave a pathetic twitch. “You like that idea? Being my fucktoy?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Younghoon asked.

“You bring out the chatty part of me,” Juyeon grinned.

“I bring out a lot in you,” he meant it as an insult.

“You have no idea,” Juyeon laughed.

#minors dni #the boyz hard hours #the boyz fanfic #Younghoon x Juyeon #the boyz smut #this will flop but I tried

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Being able to empathize with bad people is not a bad thing. Empathy does NOT equal endorsement. Being able to empathize with people is important in understanding how to prevent bad things from happening. Being able to empathize can be healing for many people. That does NOT mean that if you don't personally empathize with someone who has harmed you that you're a bad person. How you feel about your own personal experiences is completely valid. I think it's important to be allowed to feel how you feel. What I am saying is that it's not bad to understand why people are the way they are and to seek to understand other people. Someone is not an "abuse enabler" just because they can empathize with and understand how people end up as they are. Or can see alternative perspectives? Many people with trauma from abuse feel empathy for the people who've harmed them or find solace in recognizing that person was going through their own issues as well. I'm so sick and tired of whenever an abuser is portrayed as anything but am over villainized caricature people say it's romanticizing or simply having empathy for people who have done grave harm is seen as a bad thing. Sometimes it's not even being made to feel bad for people who have done bad but simply people with so called "evil thoughts or disorders"(great way to talk about people with intrusive thoughts or personality disorders by the way jackass) . It's not ever bad to empathize with people who've done wrong.

There's no limits to who you can empathize with.

None whatsoever

You can empathize with murderers, mass shooters, your abusive parents or partners, domestic abusers, rapists, child sexual abusers, child physical and emotional abusers, dictators, fascistic politicians, war criminals, animal abusers, cult leaders, people with personality disorders, or etc. , or cannibals, stalkers,wealthy people , cops ,or anyone for that matter fictional or not.

It doesn't mean you condone shit or endorse shit!!! And also half the time people aren't being called out for empathizing with people who've done bad but simply for people who've thought bad things(people with PDs or intrusive thoughts and shit). Don't say "thought crime doesn't exist" and then enforce thought crime. Humans are complex. And just because someone feels bad for someone who abused them or tries to see things from their point of view doesn't mean they're justifying or minimizing their abuse. Empathizing with bad people actually allows us to understand and prevent and build bridges. For some people that's their path towards healing is empathizing with and maybe even forgiving the people who've done them wrong and their path to recovery is none of your business.

If you don't empathize with bad people or don't care to or want to. That's fine. Again that's fine completely. It's not my place to tell you how to feel about the things that have caused you grave emotional distress. Never was and never will be. I'm just saying don't call the people who do empathize and who do explore that capacity. I've literally seen a professional child sexual abuse expert be called a "pedophile enabler" for trying toe explain his own research into the minds of people who've committed sexual offense against children. That's his literal job! yes it's good to empathize with bad or evil people. It's important. It's not wrong to do that. And unless you want to hang every criminal who you've decided should be hung building some sort of path to integration or healthy place to keep them locked away from society should be the standard.

#tw abuse #tw dv mention #tw stalking #tw pedophila mention #tw csa mention #tw mass murder #empathy #restorative justice #criminal justice #fandomless post #social commentary

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Admirer Central Pt. 2

Pairing: Intelligence Unit x Member! reader & Mystery Man x reader

Summary: The team has been dying to find out who Y/n's fiance is, but when it comes time for everyone to meet, things don't go according to plan

Requested: Yes, by multiple anonymous

Warnings: mentions of crimes, guns, and injuries

Word Count: 746 Words

Pt. 1

"So," Hailey started and took a seat on the edge of my desk. "You've been with this unit for a couple of months now, but we still don't know who your fiance is. When do we get to meet him?"

"Yeah," Jay agreed. "When do we finally get to know who it is?"

"When the time is right," I reply.

Adam groaned. "Come on. You've been saying that for months now."

"I'm not doing it on purpose," I claim. "He's just like us. Always busy with work at the firehouse. Plus, he's just taken on a side job, so I don't get to see him too often either. I'll talk to him when I get the chance and let you all know when we can meet up. How's that sound?"

"We'll allow it," Kim declared. "But we're still gonna keep pushing."

"Yes we will," Kevin concurred.

"All right. Now, I need to finish this paperwork, so if you'll excuse me," I say and turn my attention back to my work.

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The team and I had been following a gun dealer case for the past few days. A bunch of illegal automatics had been sold throughout Chicago, and we were trying to stop the dealer from selling anymore. We had set up a meet, and everything was going great. Well, until things took a turn.

"Y/n get down!" Jay shouted. I dove to the floor, hitting it with a thud as a spray of bullets flew over my head. When I pushed myself up though, a throbbing pain started pulsing from my calf, and when I looked down, I saw that a bullet had managed to graze my leg, leaving behind a pretty deep cut.

"I've got him!" Adam called out from across the warehouse. "Everybody good?"

"I may need some help," I tell my co-workers.

"Ooh," Kim cringed when she saw the cut. "That doesn't look too good."

"It doesn't look too bad. It should just need stitches," I guess. "Could someone take me to Med real quick?"

"I've got you," Kevin spoke and bent down to help me up. At Chicago Med, all I needed were a few stitches, like I had guessed earlier. And once that was taken care of, Kevin and I headed back to the district. Up in the bullpen, all of Intelligence was sitting at their desks filling out some paperwork.

"Hey. You okay?" Hailey asked.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "I mean, it hurts like hell when I walk, but other than that, I'm okay." Just then, my fiance came bounding up the stairs that led into the bullpen, and Trudy was right behind him.

"Sorry for the interruption. He insisted he come up," Trudy disclosed.

I waved Trudy up. "It's fine. Thank you for brining him up."

"What the hell, Y/n? I was stopping by the hospital to check on a victim I saved earlier and Will told me you had just been there and needed stitches. Why didn't you call me?" Kelly quizzed.

"Because I didn't want you to worry," I respond.

"I'm your fiance. I have every right to worry," Kelly countered.

"Hold on a second," Jay interrupted. "Severide is your fiance?"

"Wait. You guys know each other other?" I question.

"I know everyone up here. We've worked with each other a lot over the last few years," Kelly confessed.

"This whole time we thought we didn't know who Y/n's fiance was. She never gave us your name," Adam shared.

"A lot of cops like to keep their personal lives private. I am one of those cops," I state. "But now, since you've all met my fiance, you can stop bothering me about it."

"Aw. But that was fun," Kim muttered.

"I'm off shift in like two hours, and it looks like you guys are almost finished with work, so would you want to meet up at Molly's after shift?" Kelly posed.

"Only if we get to hear all kinds of embarrassing stories about Y/n," Kevin put forth.

Kelly smiled. "I'm down to share some things."

"This is why I didn't want to introduce any of you. Because I knew this would happen," I admit.

"Shut up. You love us," Hailey teased.

"Yeah yeah yeah," I murmur. "Lets just get back to work. That means you too, Kel."

"All right. I'll see you guys later. Bye Y/n," Kelly said and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my lips.

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