#I’ve got a backstory written for this

[flowerslut]

what does whump mean..? i have seen it around but I have been too afraid to ask publicly so i sent it on anon lmfao

this is so cute you remind me of Me many years ago asking @volturialice what it meant only for her to be like “bitch it’s what you already DO”

I’m going to let fanlore do the explaining so I don’t butcher it:

basically if you ever see someone talk about a fic being “whumpy” it means that the story piles hard on the agonies for at least one character. I like to whump the characters I write (it’s more FUN that way) but I do whump a little harder on some than others. but yeah, tumblr events like whumptober are designed specifically for creating content that puts your beloved blorbo through some Shit

#for example roots (fic i’m working on now that was affectionately called ‘the torture fic’ before it got its name) #is the whumpiest shit i’ve ever written. because EVERYONE has a bad time. literally everyone #but [REDACTED] gets whumped psychologically and [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] more physically #[REDACTED]’s entire backstory is A Tale Of Whump And Woe. and [REDACTED] just wants this shit (the general agonies) to end already

[wheres-my-prize]

Harvey Schwarz was born in New York in 1903 to Mary Taylor and William Schwarz, an American woman and a German man. His parents had five other children spanning from 2 to 13 years younger which he had been given heavy responsibility of from an early age. Harvey did well in academically but never applied himself enough to stand out due to having to balance work and education all throughout high school.

At age 19, Harvey met a Polish shop clerk named Emilia Nowak and fell in love with her at once. Every day after work, he would come to the store to talk with Emilia until it closed. After weeks of meeting, Harvey professed his love for her and they became romantically involved. Emilia’s parents pressured her to get married while she was young, so they eloped after only a month as Harvey fully believed that she was the only woman he would ever love.

9 years later, the Great Depression hit their family hard. Harvey was put out of a job and Emilia fell direly ill. Harvey tried as he could but couldn’t put up the money to get her diagnosed or treated, and she died a few weeks after her symptoms first arose. Harvey was completely distraught. He stopped trying to find work or support himself entirely.

At first he’d blamed himself, but quickly he grew to resent President Hoover for the financial troubles that caused his wife to be denied treatment. Harvey walked to the nearest pawn shop intending to sell his own wedding ring but decided on stealing an H&R Trapper revolver with which to take matters into his own hands. In 1932, he spent the last of his money to take a train to Washington D.C. to see Hoover at a convention, intending to shoot him at point-blank range. Upon seeing the president, Harvey was overtaken by a blind rage and fired 4 rounds in his direction despite being little under 50 yards away. None of the bullets hit and Harvey was arrested at the scene, executed via electric chair a few weeks later.

#Harvey Schwarz #Once again big shoutout to Duffy for helping me come up with how he met Emilia!! #I’ve honestly been busy and never actually read many of the other oc’s backstories so if this is similar to something that’s an oops from me #but you KNOW I had to make him an ‘I love my wife’ guy #all my ocs are probably #I didn’t specify but Emilia was meant to be 18 when they met so I definitely did not mean like YOUNG young #alright yeah that’s all I got I hope this is good I haven’t written anything in quite a few months

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

After about 2 years or so…….it may soon be time….for me to re write my Edgeshot backstory, and maybe finally write out my Jeanist backstory…

#tw caps #bnha #edgeshot #best jeanist #eclair mumbles #:) #considering that one of my very first posts on here #was my Edgeshot backstory #which I will not be able to find now #bc of how long ago it was #but also #every single hc i hc- every thought I write and every lil thing I make for these guys #revolves around/references my backstory hcs a LOT #and I think. it may be time. for me to write it out. again #properly. #and for my newer folks here who may not know it yet! #and bjs backstory hc needs to be written out but I’ve put it off for ages bc it’s got a lot of potentially triggering stuff #so uhhh #I’ll have to try and write it in a summarised way #but :) #it’ll be a nice thing to refresh

[paper-star-ships]

I’m reading Under The Whispering Door rn and I am suffering

#pdf.chatterbox #Y’all I cannot express to you my disappointment #the first few chapters were SO GOOD #They were FUNNY and INTERESTING… WHAT HAPPENED!!! #Really tho ever since we got to the magic tea room or whatever it’s gotten so boring #like… the main character is a ghost now!!! he’s realizing he spent his entire life working and died totally alone!!! #why are we focusing on needless emotional drivel that doesn’t have the foundation to mean anything yet!!! #Really tho I’m on like chapter 9 and characters are trauma bumping their backstories left and right and I’m suppose to care because why?? #I don’t know these people!! I don’t care about them I’m the slightest!!! #ironically I care most about Wallace and he’s suppose to be the douchbag who needs to be reformed! #hot take: he’s the only character making sense to me right now #AND EVEN HE IS BEINF WRITTEN POORLY AT THIS POINT… AGH #These characters just keep having unearned emotional revelations and at this point I’ve read the SAME emotional speech like 5 times #I’m gonna claw my eyes out if someone says “you can take your time Wallaceyou don’t have to d anything you don’t want you it’s a process :) #ONE MORE TIME

[the-inner-musings-of-a-worm]

shoutout to nora sakavic @korakos

she really did that. she managed to create this world around college sports and mafia that is so rich and detailed. i’m rereading aftg and i keep noticing these small lines about their lives that just make everything so much more believable.

aftg has a wild premise but the authors voice makes everything feel so authentic. even when the books got rejected by publishers she stayed true to the story and self published, and now look there’s an entire fanbase with people who are in love with this story and these characters.

and the characters? they’re masterpieces. i’ve never seen anyone like them. every single fox and person has their own backstory and i can feel how much thought went into every single one of them. i could never hate any of them.

the dialogue is amazing, it’s funny and snappy and it feels like something i’d overhear in real life. the relationships between characters has made me rethink my definitions of trauma, love, and consent.

i haven’t stopped thinking about aftg in 4 years. this series means so much to me and aftg is INCREDIBLY well written and if it weren’t it wouldn’t have gotten this large.

i wish nora nothing but the best and a huge thank you for bringing this series into creation

#aftg #all for the game #nora sakavic #literally how many people could take the premise of aftg and do what nora did with it

[hard-core-super-star]

kissing in the crossfire [K.Bishop]

pairing: kate bishop x anti-hero!reader

summary: you and kate are better off apart. unfortunately, you can't stay away from each other long enough to realize some puzzle pieces aren't meant to fit together.

warnings: mentions of blood + injuries; so much bickering; sprinkles of important backstory stuff; kate and R are exes and it's complicated; technically angst but there's humor :) [kate does aim her bow at R though so...yeah]

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: GUESS WHO'S BACK AFTER SAYING THEY WERE BACK AND THEN DISAPPEARING PRACTICALLY ALL MONTH? ...did you guess right? anywho, this is a long-awaited request made by 🧞‍♀️ anon a LONG while ago. i...got a little carried away with this so do with that information what you will. i'll probably come back with some fluff to make up for this later. anyway, hope you enjoy, sending you love <3

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“You can’t be serious.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I had anywhere else to go, Bishop.” You offer her a smile from your spot on her kitchen counter. “By the way, you should probably hide your spare key somewhere else, that plant is too obvious.”

She opens her mouth, ready to say something witty back, but she stops once she fully notices your appearance. The torn-up clothes, the bruises scattered across your face, the blood trailing from your busted lip. She crosses the space between you in an instant, concern written all over her features despite how hard she tries to hide it.

“What happened?” 

“Had an unfortunate run-in with some old friends of ours,” you explain. “I think they’re still holding a grudge.”

She sighs but you can't tell if it's because of your injuries or the ones you've inflicted tonight. “Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

“Where else would I go?” you reply, the slightest hint of sarcasm in your tone.

Kate either doesn't hear you or pretends not to in favor of walking away to find her first-aid kit. You could tell her most of the blood on your clothes isn't yours but that would only serve to start up the same old argument with her. 

An argument that cost you the only healthy relationship you've ever had.

Although, in your defense, it’s not like the archer is entirely blameless for what happened…not that she’d ever admit that out loud when it’s so much easier to blame all your mutual problems on your lack of self-restraint.

“How bad is it?” Her voice brings you out of your thoughts but, unfortunately for you, your reality is just as bad as the memories attached to those blue eyes.

You shrug. “I’ve had better days.”

“Yeah, no kidding, idiot.”

It’s impossible to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her words even if you know there’s nothing but concern under her sarcasm. Concern that’s evident in the way she approaches you, soft and hesitant and nothing like the impulsive archer you know her to be.

It’s exactly the care you want, the care you need. You need Kate like the oxygen you breathe but you can’t bring yourself to let your walls down again. Maybe it’s stupid or petty or maybe you just like arguing with her a bit too much.

“You’re a terrible nurse,” you complain as she stands between your legs, a silent question shining in the depths of her eyes.

You send the smallest of nods her way despite how ridiculous her nervousness is. You’ve had more intimate moments than this and yet she lifts your shirt out of the way with the shakiest hands you’ve ever seen. You’d make fun of her if you weren’t just as nervous as she is right now.

It's the kind of nervousness that comes with the vulnerability you can't show around anyone else. 

You've always had to be the strong one. The fast one. The one with unrelenting fists and an even more unrelenting sense of duty, whether that duty falls on the right side of the law or not. But Kate’s always been the one that looks through all of that…except your tendency to sort problems out with your fists.

You flinch when she drags an antiseptic wipe over the small gash across your stomach. “What happened to the warning?” You grumble, pretending like you can’t see the small smile that spreads along her face.

“You seemed too spaced out to need one.”

“So charming, no wonder all the girls throw themselves at you when you walk by.”

“Oh, shut up. It’s not like you have an empty bed every night either.”

You know what she means but you can’t stop yourself from making fun of her. There are few things in the world that bring you as much joy as watching Kate trip over her own words.

“Are you calling me a whore, Bishop?” All it takes is a subtle raise of your eyebrow to send the brunette into a flustered ramble.

“What? No! Of course not- I mean, not that there’s anything, um, wrong with that, but-”

The sound of your uncontrollable laughter manages to stop her before she digs herself into a bigger hole. The laughter shakes your entire body and you both have to try really hard to ignore the way her hands brush against your skin every time you make those small movements. 

Not so long ago, she would have taken the opportunity to wrap her arms around you and pull you close. Today, she merely watches you laugh at her with the rosiest cheeks you’ve seen lately.

“You’re an asshole,” she says, rolling her eyes before going back to patching you up.

Although, her version of  “patching you up” pretty much only involves disinfecting the area and wrapping some gauze around your waist. She’s learned a lot from Clint but she’s still absolutely clueless when it comes to these things. Which forces you to question why you’re even here in the first place…except you don’t want to accept the answer.

She finishes her work on your stomach without another witty comment despite how badly she wants to point out how badly you flinch every time she moves. Instead of doing that, she settles her attention on your face. Mainly your bleeding lip and bruised jaw.

“Hold still.” Her whispered words are the only warning you get before she takes your face in her hands. You flinch and let out a soft groan when her fingers brush said bruise but you don’t move away. You’re captivated by those soft blue eyes despite how badly you wish you weren’t.

“Kate.” You don’t mean to say her name but it slips out before you can stop it. “You don't have to. You…you’ve done enough. I should go.”

“You’re still bleeding,” she says as if that’s enough of a reason.

And maybe it would be.

But there’s too much baggage between you for that.

“And whose fault is that?”

You don’t know why you say it, you just know you’re still hurt and that soft look on her face isn’t helping you accept the past. What happened isn’t really her fault, you know that. Accidents happen all the time in your line of business but she promised she would be there.

And she wasn’t.  

And now you have two less family members and an unbelievable amount of people who want Kate’s head delivered to them in a box.

Kate Bishop single-handedly ruined your life by being the idiotic fool you love more than anything. But love doesn’t fit anywhere on your list of responsibilities. At least not anymore.

“y/n,” she sighs. “Let me help. Let me fix it.”

For a second, it sounds like she’s begging you to stay. To ignore the past and the many reasons why you should walk out that door and never talk to her again.

Her shaky hands pull you closer to her, drawing you in toward her sad eyes and parted lips. All you can do is watch, rendered speechless by her mere existence and the hammering of your heart as it tries to escape your chest.

It’s not until her mouth is mere inches away from yours that you manage to escape her spell. 

“You can’t fix this.”

That’s the only warning you give her before you shrug her hands off your face and rise to your feet. You pretend you can’t see the thin layer of tears that gathers in her eyes as you force yourself to walk away.

It’s not until you slam her front door behind you that she breaks down. 

And maybe you do too but you’ll never let her know that.

Needless to say, you spend the next few days miserable and irritable as hell. Which means you’re quick to accept the first job that gets thrown your way…without reading the entire folder filled with important information.

You only know who your target is and where he’ll be…with special security, courtesy of the Young Avengers.

Turns out, reading the entirety of the folders you’re given is a good idea, who would’ve thought, right?

Things fall apart almost as soon as they start due to you getting too into your own head about things and messing up your perfectly crafted plan, resulting in more than a few punches to the jaw and missed gunshots. Your target attempts to flee onto the roof and you’re quick to follow after him, leaving a huge scene in the lobby of the fanciest building you’ve ever been in.

You make it onto the roof in record time, ready to chase after your target but of course, when have things ever been easy?

“y/n!”

You groan, cursing Kate’s awful timing. “Do we have to do this right now?”

The answer comes in the form of an arrow whizzing right past your ear. 

Your shock morphs into anger in no less than five seconds, forcing you to forget your mission in favor of yelling at the idiotic archer you can’t help but still love. It’s more than obvious to you that Kate’s just trying to waste your time but you’ve never been one to walk away from an argument with her.

“Did you just shoot one of your stupid arrows at me?” You turn around to face her, quickly realizing she’s still aiming at you, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration while she watches you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell are you doing?” She responds. “Do you know who you’re working for?”

“You already know the answer to that,” you say while barely suppressing the urge to roll your eyes at her.

“Then you know exactly what I’m doing.”

Kate’s focus is unbreakable. She pays no mind to anything but her perfectly aimed bow and your reactions. The stray hairs that have fallen out of her ponytail are completely ignored, only serving to capture her and her natural perfection, the one that’s filled with chaos and stubbornness and a fire that’s unlike anything you’ve ever known.

You’re more than used to that fire…you’ve just never had it directed at you in the shape of a sharp arrow aimed right at your face.

If you were anyone else, maybe someone gentle or someone patient, or maybe someone not weighed down by so much trauma, you’d do the right thing and talk to the archer like an adult. But you’re not anyone else. You’re someone who thinks better with their fists than with their head.

And for a split second, you almost treat Kate like she’s anyone else other than the one person you’ve always loved.

“You’re-” 

Your complaint gets cut short the second she lets her arrow fly.

It finds its target a few inches away from your feet and if Kate were to look hard enough, she’d find the real fear that’s started to slip into your features. “Don’t move.”

You swallow down the urge to spit out a snarky response at her face.

“Are you seriously going to shoot me?”

The seconds that go by are unbearable. You can hear the wind and the tension it carries between the two of you, you can make out the sound of New York traffic on the streets below, and if you focus hard enough, you can even hear Kate’s heavy breathing. 

What you don’t hear, though, is an answer.

#kate bishop x reader #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop x you #kate bishop fic #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop #kate bishop angst #anti hero reader #hawkeye #hawkeye fanfic #hailee steinfeld #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #marvel #mcumcu imagine #mcu fanfiction #wlw #wlw fic #writing #if you made it this far: sorry for the ending :0

[golden1u5t]

Hey, I’m the one who requested the fic about fixing Spencer’s tie, I loved it so much! I was wondering if you’d be able to write a smut/angst Reid fic based on the song Teacher’s Pet by Melanie Martinez (with female college student)?

The lyrics basically give you all the guidelines needed, this is just random drabble that I’ve just come up with, but maybe it starts off with dom Spencer and really innocent reader getting together (I like reading about the origins of a relationship), and just smut (unprotected if that’s ok, and lyrics suggest breeding kink 👀) (also the reader is a bratty sub so Spencer makes her beg for it, but please no daddy kink), but then something happens and reader and spencer break it off, but then after a bit he wants to get back with her… random idea but maybe at this point reader has started working at a strip club (also had a transformation from innocent to not, maybe had really long hair but cut it all off or some drastic change), and Spencer just wants to get back with her but now she’s the one in control? Maybe a bit of hate sex thrown in (with reader in charge?). Also, maybe after the reunion reader reveals to Spencer that she’s just found out she’s pregnant but doesn’t want to get back with him and makes him beg (more smut 🤭) (and maybe body worshipping?)… and then she realises that he’s changed and would be a really good dad and supportive of reader during pregnancy and raising their kid and she forgives him?

Sorry, this is probably too long for a request, just something I came up with and don’t have the skills to create. If you don’t want to write it with my idea feel free to modify it to something you’re more comfortable writing. Thanks ☺️

I absolutely love Melanie Martinez!!! also this one is written a little weird(my writing not the request) so it starts with a flashback/backstory(everything that's italicized) and then it goes to the present(everything that’s not italicized) I hope that was a good enough explanation (this is not proofread)

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It started with you just being his student, just another girl that only chose Dr. Spencer Reid's class because you thought he was attractive. You didn't expect him to notice you or pick you apart from any of the other people, you were just one of his students after all.

Spencer did notice you though, he noticed you the first time you walked into his class. He knew it was wrong, knew it was wrong to let his eyes linger on your backside when you walked down the isle to take your spot in the back, knew it was wrong to watch your lips close on the tip of your pen, he especially knew it was wrong when he accidentally got a glance at your pink panties and had to sit down for the rest of the lecture.

He knew it was wrong but it didn't stop him from calling you to stay after class that day. He didn't know what he would say to you but it all came out on its own when he had you sitting across from him at his desk. By the end of the week he’d asked you out and that was the start of your relationship, the start of something you thought would never happen.

“Spencer, stop, i’m trying to do work here.” You laughed as he kissed down your neck, playfully biting in some areas.

“One of the perks of dating your professor, you can get the all the answers you want.” He pulled back and looked at you through the mirror that was on your desk, a smile on his face as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

You turned around to look at him and rolled your eyes, sporting your own smile. “I like to earn my grades by studying, sir.”

Spencer shook his head and pressed his lips to yours, pecking them over and over until he finally started to deepen the kiss. “You’ve been studying for hours, let me help you relax.” He hooked his hands under your thighs and picked you up, carrying you to the bed and dropping you down.

You were so high on his affection and he was high on yours, you completed each other, honestly. Even though you never believed in the whole soulmates thing, you believed that Spencer was the one for you, how naïve that might be.

Spencer crawled onto the bed and pressed his lips to yours once more, slowly kissing you and letting all his love for you show through his lips. You wrapped your arms around him and gripped his hair, not to pull or anything but just to hold it so you knew he was really there. He pushed your thighs apart to give him room and pulled away, sitting back on his legs so he could pull your underwear down.

“No, keep it on.” He said, stopping you when you tried to pull his shirt over your head. You nodded and laid back while he tugged his plaid pajama pants down, tossing them to the side along with your panties. He rolled over and pulled you with him until you were in top, his hands rubbing over your back and thighs. When you went to take his cock in your hand and guide it into your cunt, he stopped you with a hand on your arm. “I want you to beg for it.”

“No, I don’t want to. ‘Just want you to fuck me already.” You huffed and rolled your eyes, trying to sink down on his cock. Spencer took ahold of your waist and flipped you over so you were under him again, he pinned your hands above your head and shook his head.

“Beg for it or i’ll leave you here all hot and bothered.” He pushed his hips forward to let his cock brush against your swollen clit, teasing you by giving you on a percent of what you really want.

“Please, I just wanna feel you. ‘Just want your cock, Spence, please. M’so wet for you, please.” You whined, lifting your hips up to try and gain any friction that you could. Spencer leaned down and pressed his lips on the sensitive spot under your ear, sucking a small bruise that could be covered by your hair but he’d know it was there and he’d remember just how he had you under him squirming and whining his name.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He teased, sitting up and letting your wrist go. You rolled your eyes at him which lead him to landing a harsh slap on your inner thigh. “Since you wanna roll your eyes so much.” He spit in his hand and stroked his cock before pushing all the way into you in one thrust.

You were wet enough that he was met with little to no resistance, letting him start up with a rough pace that had your eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open in a guttural moan. Spencer pushed your legs up to your chest, the new position allowing him to go even more deeper.

“S-Spence, oh my god! Feels so good-“ You babbled, your words were hardly recognizable but he understood what you were saying, he understood you when no one else could. Your nails dug crescent shaped marks into his forearm, you wouldn’t been cautious to not hurt him any other time but you felt too good to realize.

Spencer let your legs go and dug his head in your shoulder, letting out low groans and gasps of his own. His mind was fogged over, only being able to think about the way your cunt was already starting to flutter and tighten around his rock hard cock.

He brought his hand between you both and started to rub your clit, pushing his fingers further down to collect some of the wetness from your hole to get your clit wet. “You’re going to cum already? I just got started, sweet girl.” He let out a laugh that quickly dissolved into a guttural groan, he was getting close too.

“Shut up! You’re gonna cum too, ‘can feel you twitching inside.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass to keep him inside. “Mhm, you’re gonna fill me up with your babies.. right, Spence?” Your back arched up as your orgasm came over you.

Spencer’s eyes almost bulged out of his head at your words, he was shocked that you would ever say such a thing but it pushed him closer to the edge. Images of you pregnant with his child filled his head, sending a rush of blood to his cock.

“Let go, baby. Fuck- gotta pull out, Y/N.” His hips stuttered and his breath came in sharp gasp as he tried to unlock your legs from around him.

“No, want you to fill me up, Spence. ‘Want your cum, wanna have your babies.” The combination of your filthy words and your cunt spasming around Spencer had him letting out a choked sob as he filled you up with his cum, his hips still thrusting into you but gradually slowing down.

You let out a small moan at the feeling of his warmth flooding you, only then did you let your legs fall down onto the bed. You both stayed like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and soaking up all the time you had together.

“I love you so much.” Spencer sighed, his breath hitting your chilling skin. He pushed himself off of you and laid back beside you, pulling you into his chest and bringing the blankets over you both.

“I love you too.” You looked up at him for a second before looking back at your finger that was tracing circles on his chest.

——

A few months later and everything was going fine until he got that call from the BAU. You knew he’d go back to work eventually, he’d told you all about it and you were fully ready to support him no matter what.

You told him that you didn’t mind waiting for him at home on the times he went out for cases, you told him you didn’t mind all the baggage that came with being involved with a BAU agent, you told him that you loved him and you would always be there.

“Y/N, I can’t. I’ll be away too much and I need to be able to focus on my job, I don’t need any distractions.” Is what he told you.

He saw your heart break, hell, he saw it crumble right in his hands. He reached out to cup your face and wipe the tears but you pushed him away, seeing you recoil from his touch sent a sharp pain through his chest but he expected it.

“So, what? I was just something to keep you entertained while you waited for your position at the BAU back?” You stepped back, harshly wiping away at the tears that just kept falling.

“No. You were so much more than that, I love you.” He stepped forward, you stepped back. Your arms crossed in front of your chest as you stared at him. You wiped your eyes again, hating the way he could just break you that easily.

Spencer hated that he made you feel that way but he knew it was the only way to protect you from the dangers of his job. He thought that you deserved more than him, more than what he could give you. He didn’t want you to have to wait at home all alone while he put his life in danger, he wanted you to be able to be with the person you love all the time without having to worry about it being the last time you’d see them.

“You obviously don’t love me enough.” You scoffed and walked past him to go stand at the door. “Go be with what you love so much.”

Spencer wished it didn’t have to be this way, he wished he didn’t have to rely on his eidetic memory and pictures just to see you smile. when he walked past you he made sure to walk a little closer than necessary so he could feel your touch one last time, even for just a second.

——

“Who is she? And why do you have me searching for her, boy genius?” Garcia asked, her bracelets shaking and making noise each time she pressed a key on her keyboard. Spencer sat in the chair next to her watching her every move.

He had been searching for you for a while, looking your name up on every social media app he thought you might have but he couldn’t find you. So, he went to the one person he knew could find you with no problem, Penelope Garcia.

It had been almost a year since he’d broken things off with you, almost a year without hearing your voice. He spent most of his nights alone —whether that be in a cheap hotel room or in his own apartment— thinking about how he could’ve been with you instead.

God, he missed everything about you, your smile, your laugh, the smell of your hair, how you looked when you would wake up in his arms, the way you could light up an entire room as soon as you walked in. Spencer thought he was actually going crazy from the way he missed you, he thought something was wrong with him.

There was nothing wrong with him though, he had just grown accustomed to being with you and now he couldn’t take being away from you because of his own stupid mistake.

“It doesn’t matter. Can you find her or not?” He didn’t mean to snap at her but that seems to be the only thing he’s been doing lately, snapping at everyone.

“Yeah-Yeah. If this is the person you’re looking for,” She turned her screen to show him and Spencer’s heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sight of you. “This is a recent picture, looks like she just got her license renewed and a new photo. She’s really pretty.”

“She’s beautiful.” Spencer whispered to himself. Garcia looked at him and almost laughed at the way she could practically see hearts in his eyes as he stared at your picture. “Can you find me her home address?”

“Only if you tell me who she is.” Garcia already had your address waiting for her to press send but she wanted to know who you were to give her something to gossip with Derek about later on.

Spencer knew better than to try and argue with Garcia on this, she’d always win. “I dated her almost a year ago. I broke things off when I came back here, I thought it would be better that way but-but I think i’m going crazy without her.”

Garcia let out a soft sigh, typing away on her keyboard and sending the address to Spencer. “Go get your girl, lover boy.”

Spencer gave her a smile that said thank you and practically ran to Aaron’s office, ignoring all the looks the rest of the team gave him. He made up some excuse about his mother and when Hotch gave him the go ahead to leave he had to control the happiness bubbling in his chest.

He quickly drove to the address Garcia sent him, breaking a few traffic laws on the way but he made it just in time to catch you walking out the door. You were confused when you saw a car pull into your driveway, you didn’t recognize it at first but then you did. You shook your head and let out a dry laugh when Spencer stepped out of his car, quickly walking to you.

“Why are you here?" You pulled the zipper of your jacket up until you could anymore, the cold was starting to bite at your skin. Spencer looked over you, taking in all the changes you've made since the last time he saw you.

"You cut your hair." Spencer knew he was stating the obvious but he was awestruck at how different you were but still beautiful nonetheless.

"You came all the way here to say that? I have somewhere to be, I don't have time for this." You shook your head and walked past him. Spencer grabbed you arm loosely, just enough to pull you back but still give you room to pull away.

You hated how sparks shot up your spine at the feeling of him touching you, even if it was through the thick material of your jacket, you still felt the burn his touch bought you. You eyes met his and you quickly pulled away from him, giving him a sharp glare that you both knew was to cover up the need to throw yourself in his arms.

"No, that's not what I came here for. I want to talk to you about us." He swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped closer to you, to his surprise you didn't step back like the last time. "I need to explain."

Your lips pressed into a thin line as you looked up at him, something in your heart telling you to just give him a chance to explain but your heart doesn't call the shots anymore. "Theres nothing to explain. Your job comes before me, you made that clear already."

"I just need five minutes, that's all I need. After that i'll leave you alone, I swear." Spencer had never begged anyone to hear him talk before but here he is, standing in front of the women he loved begging her to hear him out.

You did. You looked into his eyes and memories flooded your head, memories of all the smiles and laughs you shared while tangled up in his sheets, memories of him saying he'd love you forever, your heart was back in control and you couldn't stop it.

"Fine, you only get five minutes." You turned around and started up the stairs of your porch. Spencer followed close behind you as you walked into your house, leading him to the living room.

He looked around at the decorations in your house, he'd never been here before so everything was new to him. Spencer sat down opposite of you and watched you as you shrugged your jacket off your arms, not needing it anymore because your house was warm enough.

He hated that he had messed things up with you, he didn't like not being able to touch you or talk to you. He didn't expect to fall so hard for you but you made it almost entirely impossible for him not to.

"I miss you, I miss us. Y/N, I made a mistake breaking things off with you and it's all I've been able to think about." He paused and looked down to his fingers picking at his skin. "I was scared, scared that you would realize that you could have someone that was closer to your age and someone that you could be with every day instead of having to wait for them."

The 'I don't care' facade was crumbling down with each word he spoke and you knew deep down that you couldn't stay mad at him forever, you still loved him.

"I don't mind waiting for you." You didn't even realize that you said "don't" instead of "didn't". Spencer hope only rose from there, he had more hope that he could somehow get you back.

"I know but I just thought you deserved better, more." He picked at his skin harder, not even realizing that he was bleeding until you pointed it out by telling him that he needed to stop picking at him skin. Of course, he tried to tell you that he was fine but you were already walking out the room to get some bandaids before he could finish.

When you got back to him it almost felt normal to you, like he belonged there waiting for you. You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours, cleaning his finger up and wrapping a bandaid around it. You knew you could've done it himself but you secretly wanted to feel his touch again, wanted to make sure that the spark was still there.

You looked back to his face once you where done and that's when you finally noticed the differences in his appearance. His hair was longer and messier, his eye bags were more noticeable. Overall he just looked tired, like he'd been through hell and maybe he has, the months he's spent without you sure felt like it to him.

Even though you knew it wasn't your place anymore you couldn't help but ask. "When's the last time you've really slept?"

"I break your heart and you're asking me when's the last time I've slept?" He shook his head and laughed, a noise he hasn't made since he broke up with you. You couldn't help the small smile that formed on your lips.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

You stood up and tossed the first aid kit down onto the coffee table. Spencer grabbed your wrist and turned you around to look at him, tugging at you until you were stood right in front of him.

"I really want to try again with you, I-I promise I won't mess up this time." His voice was almost a whisper. You bit your lower lip and you pulled away, only taking one step back.

"I don't know, Spencer. How am I supposed to know you're being honest?"

"You don't but let me show you. I'll do whatever to make it up to you, I promise." He stood up and took your hands in his, his eyes were wide and pleading. You folded so hard, your hands squeezing is while you nodded.

"Okay. You only get one chance though and I'm not taking you back that easily, you have to earn it. Take me out on dates and things like that." You smiled at him.

"Okay-okay, yeah. I can do that." He laughed, pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms tight around you. He could hardly believe that he was actually getting a second chance with you. You could hardly believe it either, you just hoped that he doesn't mess it up, you just don't think you could handle two heartbreaks from him.

It had been a month or two since you agreed to try again with him and you could say it had honestly been the best time you’ve had since the break up. Spencer had really proven to you that he was serious about you and that he truly wanted you. He’d taken you out on dates every other week, he’d make sure to call you every day, he’d even get you small gifts every now and then.

“Tonight was amazing, Spencer. Thank you so much.” You smiled, holding his hand as you both stood in front of your house. You had just gotten back from a night of stargazing and dinner. Spencer had bought you a small little telescope to look at the sky with because he knows how much you love it, he even taught you a bunch of things you didn’t know in his info dumps.

He thought it would be hard with him going out on cases and not being able to see you for a week or even two but you would make sure to reassure him that you weren’t going anywhere and that you were just fine with waiting for him. He quickly realized that he had nothing to worry about, he was easier than he thought it would be.

“I’m glad you liked it, I had fun too.” He smiled. You let go of his hands so you could fish out your house keys and open the door. You invited him in so you could try and prolong the night, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before he would have to leave again for a new case.

You directed him to your living room and sat him down, quickly taking your coat and shoes off so you could cuddle up next to him. Spencer was quick to wrap his arm around you and pull you closer, a content sigh leaving both of your mouth's.

You felt like things were going back to normal, you were falling back into your old routine with no problems. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship yet but you both know that you belonged to each other, you never stopped belonging to each other.

“You graduated.” Spencer stated, looking at your degree in a frame on the mantle above to fire place. You hummed and nodded your head, gently moving so you could rest your leg over his lap. “You know, I always thought you were best in your class.”

“Apparently.” You snorted and moved some more so your body was more on top of him than beside him. Spencer shook his head and laughed, his hands timidly falling onto your thigh.

“No, I mean, you were the smartest, you had the best grades, and you always did had the best extra credit.” He joked, sending a teasing smile your way. You slapped his chest gently and looked up at him with a smile of your own.

“I thought about you a lot.” You mumbled. It was true, you did think about him a lot during the time you weren't together. Everywhere you went you thought about him, especially when you went to the places you both went to together. It was worse trying to get through the last semester of the class he taught with a new professor, you couldn't focus because how your mind was stuck on how he used to be when he would stand in the front of the class going on and on about the topic at hand.

You thought about him when your friends would drag you out to parties or clubs, you thought about him before you went to bed, you thought about him all the time and it just made everything ten times worse then what it needed to be.

"I thought about you too and missed you a lot.” Spencer’s thumb rubbed around the smooth skin of your thigh through one of the holes in your jeans. He didn’t mean anything by it but your thighs had always been a sensitive area with him, you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.

“Kiss me.”

“Wha-“

“Kiss me, Spencer.” You sat up and maneuvered onto his lap, cupping his face in your hands and looking at him with wide, glossy eyes. Spencer put a hand at the back of your head and pulled you down to meet his lips in a kiss that he’d been longing for, for months. A floodgate of emotion opened and every emotion you both had felt for each other in the past year poured into each other’s mouths. You started to subconsciously roll your hips down onto his as your tongue prodded at his lower lip until he let you in, pulling a soft moan from him.

Spencer grabbed your hips and helped you rock against him faster, his cock grew harder by the second. Groans and whines tore through his throat when you started to rock onto him harder, he could feel the warning signs that he was going to cum creeping up his spine. You pulled away from his lips for air and adverted your lips to his neck, sucking small marks on the pale skin.

It was embarrassing how hard his hips rutted upwards while spurts of cum soaked his boxers. You smiled against his skin and pulled back, sliding off of his lap and taking in how disheveled he looked. He ran his hand through his hair and opened his eyes to look at you.

“I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know what- I haven’t done this in a while.” He admitted, turning away from your gaze and trying to pull the sticky material of his boxers off his skin.

“It’s okay, Spence. Come on, let me help you out.” You pulled at his hand and guided him to your bedroom. Spencer was shocked at how you took the lead, he was used to you wanting him to guide you in every direction but he wasn’t complaining. You pushed your bedroom door open and shoved him onto the bed, pulling your top over your head and pushing your jeans down. Spencer watched you, almost drooling on himself, as you did yourself of your clothes and stalked closer to him.

“Take these off.” You gestured down to his clothes, watching him scramble to get his clothes off of his body. You stopped him when he got down to his boxers and kneeled down in front of him, you wanted to take those off yourself so you could see how much of a mess he made in them. Spencer grimaced at the feeling of his cum being spread across his cock more than it already was when you pulled his boxers down.

Once his cock was free from its confinements it hit his loser stomach. You reached up and took ahold of his cock, swiping your thumb across the blushing tip.

“I forgot how big you were.” You mumbled, more to yourself than to him. Spencer nodded even though he hardly registered what you said and let his head fall back while you continued to rub your thumb across the head of his cock. You shuffled forward and darted your tongue out to lick at the underside of his cock. Spencer’s hands fisted the sheets and he let out a rough groan, lifting his hips up to push into your touch.

You pulled away from him and stood up, Spencer whined your name before he realized that you were pulling your panties down your legs and climbing on top of him. You pressed your lips against his once more but only for a quick second.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asked, letting his hands fall onto your hips. He wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t have any regrets afterwards, the last thing he wanted is for you to start pushing him away afterwards.

“I’m sure. I’m gonna ride you now, okay?” You reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it to your entrance but not sinking down until he gave you to okay. You had to go slow when pushing yourself down onto him since you hadn't had him, or anyone else for that matter, inside you for a while and you had to adjust. Spencer traced small circles on your hip to let you know that you could take as much time as needed and that you don't have to rush, he was enjoying the feeling of you wrapped tight around him without moving.

Your hands rested on his chest and you finally started to lift your hips slowly and push back down. A soft whine fell from your lips once the pain started to be replaced with pleasure. Spencers hands tightened on your hips, his own subconsciously lifting up to meet your every thrust. Your hair fell down around your face as you looked down at him, making Spencer have to close his eyes or else he would've finished from just the sight alone.

Neither of you were going to last long at all, it didn't matter though, you have the rest of the night to make up for it. You started to ride him faster as your release approached quicker and quicker with the way Spencer was lifting his hips into you and hitting against that spot only he could reach.

"Fuck- m'gonna cum, baby." You whined. You fell forward and tucked your head into the crook of his neck, placing sloppy kisses on top of the bruises you sucked earlier. Spencer groaned out your name as he felt your cunt start to clench sporadically, your cum being coated over his cock as he kept lifting his hips to push him closer to his orgasm.

"Wh-where do you want me?"

"Inside, please, want your cum inside me." Spencer's cock twitched and he was filling you up, painting your walls white. You laid on top of him for a few minutes before sitting up and lifting yourself off of him, moving to sit off to the side of him. Spencer finally opened his eyes and turned to look at you.

"Since when have you started liking to be on top?"

"A lot has changed, pretty boy." You pressed your lips to his in a quick kiss. "Come on, lets take a shower."

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Enhypen - the glory (part 5)

summary; after rejecting one of the most popular boys at your new school, you soon realised that you'd done the gravest mistake of your life; these weren't ordinary boys, and now they were set on making your life a living hell - heavily based on the kdrama with the same name

warnings; yandere, bullying, swearing, alcohol, hospital scene, mentions of murder & suicide, affair

genre; yandere

wc; 4.8k

pairing; enha x f.m reader

note; this is more of a chill chapter, we get someone's backstory :D but yeah u won't be as stressed after as the last chapter lmao, also I've changed the narrating a little based on this poll I did, if everyone hates it I will change it lol, but I felt it added a little more flavour ??? to the characters.

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The sound of the phone hitting the floor echoed in the empty hallway. You backed away, slowly while never taking your eyes off of it; as if it had a camera inside and whoever texted was watching with a grin on their face.

It started ringing, vibrating violently on the floor. You ran up and picked it up, only because you were afraid they were still in the building and could hear it. But when looking down at the screen, you breathed out in relief. It was the number that Soobin had texted with.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

You waited in silence, not wanting to risk revealing anything in case that number wasn’t him either.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

It was his voice, thankfully.

‘’ Soobin! I think they have my number. I got a text from someone else and I thought it was you. ‘’ you said in a hushed voice, starting to walk towards the entrance while hunched over.

‘’ What? Did you say anything? ‘’

‘’ Not anything that would make them think I was talking to you. But who do I say I thought it was? They will probably ask tomorrow. ‘’

Soobin quietened for a moment.

‘’ Maybe it’s best you don’t come to the academy tomorrow. ‘’

‘’ No, that’s a terrible idea! It will make me look really suspicious. ‘’

‘’ Will you really be able to lie to their faces if you see them though? ‘’

‘’ I have to try at least. But if I don’t succeed, a backup plan? ‘’

You heard him hum on the other side of the line.

‘’ We can use Yeonjun then. ‘’

Your face scrunched up, doubt written all over your face. You were pretty sure he’d reject it, rather rudely, based on him telling you to stay away from his brother the last time the two of you talked.

‘’ Or…Yena. ‘’ you suggested.

‘’ Yena? Who is that? ‘’

‘’ Jungwon’s sister. I’ve met her and she gave the impression of almost hating him. It’s a long shot bu- ‘’

Soobin sassily agreed, ‘’ It definitely is. ‘’

‘’ Backup plans don’t have to be super solid. I’m just gonna bet everything on plan A working out. ‘’

You didn’t have many choices after all. Yena was risky and uncertain, Yeonjun was almost certainly a no and you weren’t sure about Sunoo yet. With no other friends that could be undercover right under the noses of your bullies, all that was left to do was to believe in yourself and be confident; which was definitely a first.

‘’ What do I do if they text again? ‘’

‘’ Pretend like you knew it was them from the beginning. If they question it, say you were…drunk? ‘’ 

Your loud laugh echoed. ‘’ Soobin, your suggestions suck. ‘’

‘’ Sorry…’’ he mumbled back.

‘’ I might have to resort to that though, if it all goes to shit. ‘’

‘’ I still don't think you should go. ‘’

‘’ My parents want me to get good grades. I can’t lose my scholarship at this prestigious school. ‘’

‘’ But you already went today. Just use an excuse so you don’t have to see them. We can hang out instead, if you want? ‘’

Your phone vibrated again in your hand.

‘’ Hold on, I’m getting another call. I’ll let you know though. ‘’

‘’ Okay, bye! ‘’

You pressed answer on the incoming call after having hung up on Soobin. It was an unknown number again, so mentally you prepared yourself before putting the phone to your ear.

‘’ Hello? ‘’

‘’ Did you guess right? ‘’

The voice sounded familiar, but admittedly it was one of the last people you expected.

‘’ Sunghoon? ‘’

‘’ Well done! ‘’

‘’ How do you have my number? ‘’

‘’ Took your phone while Ni-ki was busy with you in the gym. ‘’

Ah, of course. It would’ve been almost impossible to divide your attention between all seven of them to catch them in the act if they went through your stuff. You were thankful for having changed your settings so you actually had a password now, making sure they couldn’t go through your phone and see Soobin there.

‘’ Do the others have it too? ‘’

‘’ Not yet. ‘’

You weren’t sure what to say next, letting the silence settle. You felt like there was something else, but he was taking his time saying it.

‘’ Oh, right! I forgot about that. ‘’ he shouted out abruptly as if talking to himself.

‘’ Forgot about what? ‘’

‘’ You texted me back, almost like you were waiting for someone to text you. ‘’

You panicked and was forced to come up with a lie on the spot in just a few seconds. Luckily, since he couldn’t see you, it was much easier to lie. Your face didn’t heat up and you didn’t have to maintain eye-contact with basically one of the living lie detectors out of the group. 

You were incredibly lucky today. If you were face to face, he’d be able to figure out you were lying very fast.

 ‘’ Yeah…my cousin just got a phone and said she’d text me today. ‘’

He went quiet for a moment, scaring you. Was he trying to assess your voice because he wasn’t sure if he believed you? 

‘’ Are you lying to me, sweetheart? ‘’

You froze but managed to press out an answer through clenched teeth, ‘’ No. ‘’

‘’ Are you sure? I can easily check up on your family, you know that. ‘’

But you had already made up your mind, it would be cruel and very stupid to throw Soobin under the bus now. The only option was doubling-down and lying until your nose turned red.

‘’ Yes. I’m sure. ‘’ you tried to put a little irritation to your tone to make it more believable.

After some time, he ticked his tongue and reluctantly answered,

‘’ Okay. ‘’

You waited with bated breath, for what he’d say next.

‘’ You’re coming tonight, right? ‘’

‘’ Tonight? What’s tonight? ‘’

‘’ Just hanging out. Jungwon’s house. Come over. ‘’

‘’ But- ‘’

Your protest was rudely cut off by the sound of the call ending. Looking down at the phone, a scowl formed on your face and you huffed. Another party? What was wrong with them?

You stood in the corridor, feeling completely dumbfounded. Could you even run away now, no- you glanced down at your arms, remembering what happened last time you did and cursing them for giving you such a permanent reminder.

Taking a deep breath you cautiously made your way to the entrance. Despite him not mentioning anything about the hospital, it was still pretty smart to be on your guard on the way out. Who knew if that girl had texted them as soon as you and Soobin left her room, and they rushed there to ambush you.

But it was fairly quiet when you reached the front desk. If they were hiding, they probably would’ve come out a long time ago, since you were just meters away from the entrance now.

You shrugged off the random burst of paranoia and sprinted to hail a taxi outside. Maybe they would let you go home quite early just like last time. There wasn't much you could bring to the table anyway.

You fished your phone out and texted Soobin, telling him that Sunghoon had called and told you to come to Jungwon's house. It felt a bit unusual. You’d never hung out with them after school up until the day before, when Jay dragged you to the party.

‘’ Miss, we’re here. ‘’

‘’ Thank you. ‘’

You got out and hurried inside as it was still snowing, albeit a lot less than earlier. They were standing in the entrance, all eyes on you when the taxi drove away. The gate stood wide open this time, and the front door was open which gave them a perfect view of the driveway.

‘’ Hey. ‘’ Sunoo smiled at you.

You groaned mentally, whole body screaming for you to turn back around and go home. They didn’t even give you a chance though. As soon as you had put your stuff down, you were dragged by the waist to the living room, where all those people had been last time.

However, this time the couches were empty except for when they started sitting down in them one by one. You shifted uncomfortably, being the only one still standing.

It was obvious that there was no party. No music and no other people, only the alcohol in the red cups was the recurring theme from the day before. Why did they make you come there all alone? You felt anxiety start to brew at the pit of your stomach. 

‘’ I-uh…can I use the bathroom? ‘’

It was the oldest trick in the book, but hopefully they had already had so much to drink before you showed up that they wouldn’t think twice about it.

Jake was the only one who answered, with an uninterested grunt. You went right away, in case they would change their minds. Locking yourself into the bathroom you texted soobin. 

6:00 pm

You: Soobin? They’ve dragged me to Jungwon’s house.

The phone pinged almost immediately, you panicked and turned off the sound, looking around in the silence to see if they might’ve noticed. Nothing moved around outside and no noises or footsteps got closer. 

Next you had to suppress a laugh as you noticed you named him cousin so the others wouldn’t notice anything. Naming him ‘’ baby ‘’ would’ve made all hell break loose if they had just spotted it once.

Cousin: What? Like a party? 

You: Not really, I’m the only one here.

Cousin: Can you get away? 

You sucked on your lip while thinking. There wasn’t really a way out of this unless you wanted to have more wounds on your body. The whole thing felt like a very annoying headache.

Cousin: Y/n? Hello? Do you need help? 

You: No! We have a plan, remember?

Cousin: Sorry :(

You: I’ll text you later

Cousin: I live close by, just run over

You: Will you drive me home? :) 

Cousin: ofc!

‘’ Princess? ‘’

You jumped and almost dropped your phone clumsily in the process of getting up from the toilet seat. The phone slipped into your pocket again. You unlocked the door and stepped out, coming face to face with Heeseung.

He only looked at you briefly, then pushed past you to get to the bathroom. You went back to join the others. Sunoo and Ni-ki occupied the only couch that wasn’t full so you went to them.

Sunoo lit up when seeing you and Ni-ki only said something under his breath before moving so you could sit next to him. Sunoo handed you a cup and you poured alcohol in it, downing it almost immediately in a poor attempt to fix your uneasiness.

‘’ Not drinking? ‘’

‘’ Not a fan. ‘’

Ni-ki sounded moody, resting his elbows on his legs so his whole form was slumped over. His head didn’t raise when he talked, indicating he wanted to be left alone. You looked at Sunoo for answers but he just shrugged, mouthing ‘ bad day ‘.

‘’ Do you still box? ‘’

He finally raised his head to give you a very vehement look. ‘’ Yeah. ‘’ 

Sunoo tried to avoid it when his eyes averted to him, knowing he was looking at him in disbelief over what he had blurted out when he was alone with you. Whistling innocently he looked away and pretended like he was interested in the intense and lively conversation Jake and Jay were having next to him.

Now that Sunoo was turned away from you two, you leaned in a bit closer to Ni-ki, asking what you’d been wondering for a long time.

‘’ Do you even like me? ‘’

He frowned and then looked a bit caught off guard, pulling his hood further up to cover more of his face. ‘’ Yeah? I…think so. ‘’

‘’ But like, as much as the others or…’’ you trailed off.

He glared at you through his bangs which made you close your mouth again, regretting saying anything at all.

‘’ Y/n? ‘’

Sunghoon called you over, patting on the empty seat next to him where presumably Heeseung sat in before. Reluctantly you sat down, glancing at Jake and hoping you wouldn’t catch his attention any time soon, since he was extra bad when intoxicated.

Sunghoon must’ve noticed, his long fingers came up to your jaw, turning your head towards him. You stared into his bleary eyes. He looked very drunk, long gone with his pupils struggling to focus on you. But there was still some tenderness in them.

Sunghoon was slightly anxious. He’d never been alone with you before, and not this close in such an innocent way too; they all acted as a group and stuck together as one, agreeing to not be alone with you for too long.

While leaning his head back on the couch the two of you were sitting on, he turned his head to look at you. It was embarrassing how nervous you made him, as if you were some crush he had in middle school. Just looking at you made his throat close up.

‘’ Do you like this house? ‘’ he randomly blurted out, through slurred speech.

You laughed lightly which made Sunghoon smile widely.

‘’ Yeah, it’s nice. ‘’

He wanted to say more, maybe the way to your heart was to make you laugh. But he didn't get the chance to before Jungwon plopped down on the other side of the couch, next to you.

He didn’t seem at all interested in flirting with you, instead going straight into a rather serious-toned conversation, a dead-pan look on his face.

‘’ Do you know why he invited you here? ‘’

‘’ No. Not really. ‘’ you tilted your head.

‘’ From now on, we want to see you outside of school too. ‘’

You turned to him. ‘’ Why? ‘’

His lips were licked as annoyance flashed across his face, his cold eyes piercing through you. ‘’ Because we said so. ‘’

The alcohol had started to rush to your head already, making your speech a bit slower, vision blurrier but also lips bolder. 

‘’ Why are you always so blunt with me? You’re kind of mean. ‘’ 

He grimaced at your whiny tone and got eye-contact with Sunghoon, who probably knew what his friend was thinking. But he could never really stop Jungwon, since he was the leader after all.

‘’ Because, you’re a brat. ‘’ he calmly said, although his eyes were anything but.

‘’ A brat? ‘’ 

You stood up and almost stumbled into his lap when the dizziness hit you. Tauntingly, you looked down at him while swinging your cup in one hand.

‘’ You’re the ones who fucking bully me, you piece of shit! ‘’

‘’ Y/n. ‘’ Sunghoon warned, seeing Jungwon’s eyes narow.

‘’ Don’t talk to me like that. ‘’

You groaned and almost ripped your hair out in frustration. His calm exterior always made you feel crazy; it made you look hysteric in comparison, and wrong when you had all the reasons to be acting like that.

‘’ Shut the fuck up! ‘’ you yelled.

He snapped. Standing up so fast you flinched and lost balance, he was there to jerk you towards him with a harsh grip around your wrist. You lost your chance to talk as he hurried to drag you upstairs, Sunghoon running behind. 

You get pushed into a bedroom and Sunghoon got the door slammed in his face just as he was a few seconds away from it.

The tension in the room is high. Even though your back was turned to Jungwon, you could almost feel how he seethed of anger, but it was controlled and calculated, he was in control not you.

‘’ Face me. ‘’

You shuddered at his low voice, taking as much time as possible to turn around. The door was locked, who knew what he was going to do to you, away from the eyes of others?

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

You finally turned, and immediately your eyes unwillingly welled up with tears. It was the last thing you wanted to happen, but you became that girl in the gym again. Just one look at him and you wanted to cower away, beg for mercy or cry like a helpless child. 

You felt like a different person outside of the school. Because when the day was over, so was the torture. Seeing him look like he wanted to tear you apart in a different environment than the bleak walls of the gym reminded you of your grim future; they would torture you in your safe haven now too. It wouldn’t be over as soon as you passed the gates. They demanded you meet them at their houses and text them. What would happen if you answered just one second too late?

Jungwon stared at you wordlessly. He felt his chest swell with pride due to the sadistic nature of the situation. He liked that you were so afraid of him and that he, more than the others could elicit such a strong reaction from you - only a puppeteer could know his toy that well, know exactly what strings to pull for what; and what is that if not love?

You saw his face unmoved by your sniffling, so as a last resort you pathetically went down on your knees, hands clasping together while incoherent pleas left your mouth.

‘’ Please…please- don’t hurt me. ‘’

He crouched and was careful not to show any emotions. ‘’ Say you’re sorry again. ‘’

You looked up at him and he almost became entranced by the look of your teary eyes, glimmering while looking up at him, only him.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

‘’ Good. ‘’ His lips twitched. ‘’ Stand up. ‘’

They tugged upwards momentarily when you obeyed. You kept your head down, scared to provoke him, even by doing the slightest of things.

‘’ I’m gonna give you my number. When I text, answer. When I call, answer. ‘’ 

He turned his back on you to dig his phone out from a bag thrown on the floor. You got the sudden urge to attack him and then make a run for it, but that wouldn’t lead to anything but short satisfaction.

You recollected yourself in time for him turning back and handing you his phone. When you’re done and he took it back impatiently, he stared at the screen for a while. Then he pressed the number and your phone vibrated.

‘’ Save it. ‘’

You gave a fake smile and nodded. However, seeing as it didn’t seem to satisfy him, you quickly did what he asked on the spot.

‘’ You can go now. ‘’

‘’ Already? I haven’t really talked to the others, and they don’t even have my number except for Sung- ‘’ you pressed your lips shut.

Although it was slowly starting to wear off, the alcohol had made you ramble again and by the look of dissatisfaction on his face, you could tell he wanted you to shut up.

‘’ You don’t need those yet. Am I not doing you a favor? ‘’ he stepped closer, making you automatically back away.

There were only a few meters until you’d back into the wall. You prayed to God that he wouldn’t force you to back into it entirely, so he could creep over you.

‘’ Do you want to be here? ‘’

Your mouth fell open at the horrible accusation. Why would you want to be at the house of one of your bullies, where they all hung around you, taking turns to poke their sticks into your skin to get a reaction?

‘’ No. I’m leaving. ‘’

He didn’t stop you, but you heard the arrogant scoff and saw the smirk when passing by him anyway. Your angry stomping down the stairs caught the attention of the other guys.

‘’ You’re leaving already? ‘’ Jake shouted, hurrying to get up so he could follow you.

Ni-ki and Sunoo watched you curiously, not saying anything.

‘’ You basically just got here. ‘’ 

He tried to pull you into a hug, which you quickly slipped out of, seeing Jungwon standing at the top of the stairs. 

‘’ I said she could go. ‘’

His stern voice made Jake freeze and he moved away from you, giving you a small smile which made you raise your eyebrows awkwardly.

‘’ Bye. ‘’ you mumbled, closing the door behind you.

Well that was…weird? 

*******

‘’ I’m here! ‘’

Soobin ran over to greet you, a big grin plastered on his face.

Footsteps approached the hallway and rounding the corner, the owner of them, Yeonjun popped his head out. His smile dropped when seeing you.

‘’ Y/n. ‘’ he said, rather formally.

‘’ Yeonjun. ‘’

Soobin chuckled. ‘’ No need to be so awkward. You’ve met before. ‘’

You took off your shoes and he strolled off in front of you, making you hurry to follow as you didn’t want to be alone with his grumpy older brother.

‘’ Are you okay? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, it wasn’t too bad. ‘’

He looked relieved and started walking further into the house, waving at Yeonjun to come with and ultimately stopping in the living room.

‘’ Maybe we can watch a movie. ‘’

‘’ I’m fine with anything. ‘’ you smiled.

‘’ Is this the part where I leave? ‘’

‘’ Yeonjun! ‘’ Soobin gasped.

His cute attempt at trying to look stern made you snort.

Meanwhile, his older brother threw his head back and groaned in discontent, plopping down on the couch and crossing his arms in protest.

‘’ For how long? ‘’

‘’ I don’t know yet. Don’t be rude. ‘’

Soobin pressed on the control and the large flat TV screen lit up. You almost ticked your tongue and shook your head. Of course he was a Disney nerd.

He turned around, looking childishly excited, and came over to sit down next to you. The movie quite quickly became forgotten, serving as background noise while you and Soobin passionately fought over the snacks.

‘’ I’ll go make you kids some food. ‘’ Yeonjun said, rolling his eyes at the two of you, and leaving you and Soobin alone in the living room.

Soobin craned his neck to check that his older brother had really left before turning to you. There was something he had wanted to tell you for a long time.

‘’ Does he not like me? ‘’

He smiled knowingly and shook his head. ‘’ It’s not that, I promise. ‘’

‘’ Then…did he have a rough childhood or something? ‘’ you sarcastically joked as you didn’t like when people used that as an excuse to be rude.

‘’ Something like that. ‘’

You caught the way his tone sounded borderline uncomfortable so you cleared your throat awkwardly. ‘’ Sorry, I was just joking.

‘’ His friend got bullied when he was in middle school. I’m sure he just feels a bit- well, vulnerable around you. ‘’ 

You weren’t sure how to respond so you just hummed, it was your turn to feel uncomfortable as Soobin was determined to continue no matter what.

‘’ He really struggled to see him like that. There wasn’t much he could do. When he went to the principal he was shut down, told that it was just ‘ friends playing around ‘. Later he found out their parents were pretty rich though, and at least one of them was a part of the anti-bullying committee. ‘’ Soobin shook his head, sighing while a sour expression overtook his face.

‘’ If he confronted them, they wouldn’t beat him. No, they were different, almost psychos despite being kids. They would bully his friend harder instead, knowing it would push Yeonjun away from him because he wanted to protect his friend. In the end, he was lonely. Everyone he loved watched from a distance, knowing that if they intervened it would get even worse. ‘’

‘’ What happened after they graduated then? Did he never get his justice or revenge? ‘’

Soobin looked away from you, his heart felt heavy.

‘’ No. He never did. ‘’

Silence filled up the living room. Hearing that both made you feel incredibly sorry for Yeonjun and also anxious for your fate. Would it be the same as that boy? Would Soobin have to suffer the same way - by the sidelines watching helplessly just like his brother?

You raised your head, noticing he wasn’t completely finished with his heartbreaking story. He had to hurry because the rummaging in the kitchen had stopped, indicating Yeonjun was on his way back.

‘’ It had a very unhappy ending. Remember when I said I recognized the look in your eyes when you were walking to the rooftop? ‘’

Your heart sunk. ‘’ Yeah…’’ 

Did you even really want to hear the next part? 

‘’ He saw that one night. While walking home from school. So just like I did, he followed his friend to a rooftop. ‘’

‘’ He wasn’t as lucky as you were? ‘’ you filled in when he got quiet again.

He nodded, a somber look on his face.

‘’ But, he didn’t jump though. ‘’

You frowned.

‘’ What? What do you mean? ‘’

‘’ He was pushed. ‘’

This time the silence was deadly, stretching on for several minutes. On the other side of the wall, Yeonjun was leaning against it, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

‘’ Did he get justice?

‘’ No. Of course not. The rich and powerful always get away with it. Yeonjun went to the police station but when they arrived, a bunch of black cars were already there. Took about ten minutes of inspecting before they concluded it was a suicide. ‘’

You felt nauseous. 

‘’ Did he…did he see who pushed him? ‘’

‘’ Yeah, it was them of course. The worst out of them all did it, and while they all freaked out, he barely flinched. As a solution, they were transferred to different schools in Seoul and it was swept under the rug. Even if Yeonjun wanted to get revenge, it would be almost impossible to find them. ‘’

‘’ Fuck, that’s heavy. ‘’ you leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, taking in everything that had been said.

‘’ I think the worst part is that nobody believed him. ‘’ you turned and saw that he was crying now, his knuckles were rubbed due to the rage he felt on the inside.

Breathlessly you watched him. You hadn’t seen Soobin like this yet.

‘’ What do you mean? ‘’ you softly whispered and tried to reach out for him.

He let you take his hand, and you rubbed his knuckles instead, but in a more calming and loving manner.

‘’ Since those fuckers cleaned it up neatly, his parents fought a lot about it. When he told them, crying out and looking for support, his mom didn’t believe him, but his dad did. So they got divorced. Then, his dad met my mom. ‘’ 

He ruffled his hair and scoffed. ‘’ Turns out his dad didn’t really believe him either after all. One night he got drunk and confessed he had an affair and just wanted a reason for divorce. ‘’

Your other hand wrapped around his shoulder.

‘’ But you believed him. ‘’

Soobin nodded. The endless tears had started to stain his shirt.

‘’ Of course I did. He’s my brother. ‘’ he mumbled, pain coloring his voice.

‘’ Is that…why you were so quick to help me? ‘’

‘’ I thought that if I couldn’t help him then, well…’’

Struggling to find the words, you filled in for him. ‘’ Then you could help others, to prevent it from happening again? ‘’

He grimaced. ‘’ I haven’t been successful so far. People don’t really believe in me. ‘’

You felt his words sting. It hit a little too close to home and you found yourself feeling guilty for doubting him like everyone else had.

‘’ I’m sorry. ‘’

Soobin let out an airy laugh, knowing what you were thinking of.

‘’ Don’t apologize, you let me in the end, didn’t you? ‘’

You smiled shyly. ‘’ Yeah. I guess so. ‘’

He smiled too, warmth spreading all over his face. But it faded quite suddenly as he had to look away. Why was his heart beating so fast?

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I can't tag some of u and idk why tumblr is being a bitch??? does anyone know how I can fix this??)

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#kpop yandere #yandere kpop #enha the glory #yandere enha #yandere enhypen #enha x reader

[giac222]

Me trying not to tweak out when I see people reduce Ashley to fap material and “omg hot crazy girl with mental issues I can fix her” 🤪 :

I honestly can’t stand people who fetishize mental illness but that’s a whole other post.

If you’ve seen my posts before, you know I have beef with the Reddit TCOAAL community 😂. (I’m not being serious, I just get annoyed with some of the behavior there). This is one of the reasons I ultimately left recently, but the main reason was that someone posted a picture of Leyley (little Ashley) and asked what you’d do if you found her in your house. Most of the comments were about physically harming her and some were even making sexual remarks 🧍🏻‍♀️. I’ve seen them do it to Andy (little Andrew) too. I wish I was joking. Sorry but I just find it weird to speak about children that way even if they’re fictional. I just got really uncomfortable and I was like ok I don’t want to be in a community with y’all anymore 💀.

I think a lot of people on the subreddit like the game for the incest and nothing more, like they’ll say “omg I can’t wait to see them have sex in ch.3” 🤪 but then they’ll completely miss the mark on Ashley and Andrew as characters.

I’ve gotten downvoted on there before because I said supporting real life incest isn’t a good idea and that it shouldn’t be encouraged… like wtf?

Honestly it’s a shame that they only like the game for that reason, because the story is so interesting, the characters are well written, and the art style is great. That’s why it sucks to see people label it “the incest game” because there’s actually a lot more to it than that, anyone who’s played the game and watched a play through of it knows that. That’s why the controversy never made sense to me.

So yeah, no shade, and I’m not trying to be mean, but I can tell the Reddit community is filled with a bunch of annoying horny teenage boys 😶, and also some… strange people. Sorry if that’s mean to say but 😂. I was like yeah I’m out of here lmao. Thank god for the Tumblr community.

Ashley’s backstory is so tragic. She’s such an interesting character, I just love her 💕. It sucks when people ignore that and completely downplay her character.

This is all just my opinion. I’ve been meaning to make a post about this because they’re some thoughts I had for a bit. Thanks for reading :)

#just my opinion #just my thoughts #kind of a rant post #tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #leyley graves #i hate reddit #andrew graves #andy graves

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

On a more serious note, now that I’m halfway into Farscape season 1, I can’t help but think about Peter Quill/Star-Lord from “Guardians of the Galaxy” being a lesser John Crichton. Because, as I’ve written before, James Gunn was so obviously inspired by Farscape:

1) John and Peter are the good ole American protagonists who were taken to deep space against their will. They connect with people through pop culture references and their good heart.

2) Aeryn Sun and Gamora are the stone cold warriors who used to fight for the bad guys but are now on the side of good. They also have a romance with John/Peter.

3) Ka D’Argo and Drax are the proud warriors who are seeking to redeem themselves. They also are so stiff that references and simple sayings go over their heads.

4) Rygel is sorta kinda like Rocket Raccoon in that they’re the scheming loudmouths who look out for themselves.

5) Pilot and Groot fulfill the role of the lovable support character who helps everyone in the crew.

6) Zotoh Zhaan doesn’t have a perfect GOTG counterpart, but I really do feel that James Gunn split her traits between Nebula (who got the rage and tragic backstory) and Mantis (who got the mind powers).

Anyways, back to the main point. While Peter Quill does come off as a John clone, I think the way John’s arc was handled was superior to the way Peter was written. I think the main reason is that I can see why John would be his crew’s leader (or, at least, the crewmate keeping everything together) while Peter feels like he’s the leader because the plot says he should be.

John starts off as the goofball who can’t do anything right. No one trusts him and they think of him as the idiot who they just keep around. But as season 1 goes on, you can tell that he’s the glue who’s keeping the crew together. He’s the crewmate who got everyone to open up, especially Aeryn (who was trained to be cold and emotionless) and D’Argo (who distrusts everyone because of his traumatic past). He’s like that one friend who you feel like you can talk to about anything, especially since everyone else in the crew is dealing with their own problems.

So when we get to the episode where John is ready to leave, it makes sense that everyone feels hesitant to see him go. Aeryn is starting to fall for him, he was one of the few people who D’Argo would consider a friend, he helped Zhaan through some of her toughest times, and he generally got along with Rygel.

As for Peter Quill, I’m not saying he was badly written. It’s just him being treated as the team’s leader is not as believable. It’s like, imagine if John Crichton was written to be as emotionally closed off and standoffish as everyone else in the crew. While this does make Peter stand out as his own character separate from John, it also makes you wonder why Quill was written as the team’s leader. I’m sure that’s why it was a recurring gag that Quill was always struggling to be seen as the leader, whether it was from Rocket or Thor. The writers knew that wasn’t 100% believable, so they wrote it into the story.

I don’t get that with John. He might be the resident goofball, but he’s also why the crew hasn’t fallen apart.

TL;DR Peter Quill/Star-Lord was obviously modeled after John Crichton. But the MCU character who feels more in line with John as a character is Clint Barton/Hawkeye.

#marvel #mcu #guardians of the galaxy #farscape #john crichton #peter quill #james gunn #aeryn sun #gamora #ka d'argo #drax the destroyer #rygel #rocket raccoon #pilot #Groot #pa'u zotoh zhaan #mantis #nebula #thor odinson #thor #Farscape season 1 #farscape spoilers #farscape live-blogging #star lord #clint barton #hawkeye #farscape posting #marvel posting

[larrylimericks]

23Mar23

We’re feeling some internal friction At silver screen Louis’ depiction; All the world is a stage But it’s hard to engage When plot lines combine fact and fiction.

I get really rambly below the fold. Proceed with caution if you’re over the discourse already.

I debated seeing All of Those Voices in theaters. I didn’t see either of Harry’s films in theaters — Harries are too much of a wildcard, and I refused to sit through hours of squeals and gasps and reactions, not to the movie but to “omg! Harry’s going down on someone! omg, Harry’s bum!” So I was already tentative about seeing Louis’ film in a shared space, outside the protective silos of tumblr. But I bought a ticket, because I want to support him and because I was genuinely curious what story would be told. Then we got the trailer and I hesitated again, not wanting to watch a propaganda film. But, I’ve lived through all the other Bullshit moments, so I figured I could live through Bullshit on the big screen.

My theater crowd was great — pretty neutral aside from an amusing row of politely excitable Larries I was in secret solidarity with. And I pretty much loved the film. Well, 92% of it. I look forward to watching it again when it streams. I mean, it was an hour and a half of content featuring this fascinating creature we’re all obsessed with. I didn’t want to blink. I hung on his every word (when I could understand them). How cool to get, essentially, a long-form interview, where he’s not promoting an album and we’re not getting the same sound bytes. Louis is wonderfully open and vulnerable, and the story of his life (heh) is inherently compelling. The cinematography is beautiful. The behind-the-scenes are delightful and delicious. I can’t wait for the AOTV gif sets once we have it in high-def.

But it has some plot holes as wide and deep as the ones in Don’t Worry Darling.

First, there’s the confusing (to the uninformed) absence of a love interest. Louis is asexual, as far as the film goes. There’s not even a ghost of Eleanor, with whom he’s cumulatively spent a decade and who is supposed to have inspired so many great love songs and with whom he is supposed to have survived a pandemic. Props to E for living her best life now: going to see Scream on AOTV opening day, enjoying full custody of the pups, publicly supporting her assumed partner — sorry you got Kiki Layned from the film, but I’m guessing you weren’t even written into the script. (It’s not like the film was conveniently re-edited in the months since their break-up. Her stunt tapering was intentional.)

Then there’s the glaring absence of a baby mama (thank god; that family would have been even more insufferable). We’re cruising along for 45 minutes or so and then, wham, Dad!Louis enters the chat with a fully formed 6-year-old child. The kid just magically appears with no backstory — just like in real life ... twice (the first time with the pregnancy announcement and the second time with the revival of Dad!Louis after several years of dormancy, right in time for documentary filming. Just like Harry stunted with his co-star during filming and production, Louis stunted with his.)

The kid is cute, and faultless in this. The scenes are objectively sweet (as they were designed to be). But Louis, who normally keeps things very close to the vest, is all of a sudden an emotional spigot you can’t turn off when it comes to these scenes. It seems quite out of character. Which brings back to mind that this Louis *is* a character. The Freddie scenes just didn’t seem to have a point in the plot other than: Louis is a dad. And that role isn’t integral to the film’s story.

He’s incredibly emotional with Freddie, but the movie doesn’t tell us why. The storytelling gets lazy here. The lad/dad plot seems wedged in. The movie would be perfectly complete without it. I felt like it could have been integrated a few different ways: Louis experienced tragedy after tragedy after tragedy — loses 1D, loses his mum, loses his sister ... and then impending fatherhood either becomes another trial he must reluctantly face (in the surprise pregnancy narrative) or it helps him navigate the grief of losing his sole parent, his closest confidante. OR, Louis, not wanting to be like the absentee father he had, shows up for his own oopsie baby despite the unexpected circumstances. But there’s no exposition or rising action. No footage or photos from the first few years of the kid’s life that we haven’t already seen. Just an immaculate conception.

I think the most compelling narratives of the film are these:

Louis’ overcoming adversity after adversity after adversity. Holy hell. I lived through 1D ending, through the devastating news about Jay (god, I remember the shock and sadness of that day — it was incomprehensible), through the heartbreaking news about Fizzy, and then when you think Louis is gonna get his moment of victory with his first solo world tour, coronavirus pulls the rug out. (That sequence was well done: where we keep seeing the dates get closer and closer to March 2020, and we all know the villain that’s coming, but it’s still such a blow.) I lived through all that in real time, but seeing it in such a concentrated sequence really highlights the shit he’s been dealt, and hearing him open up about so much of it ... that’s the character development relevant to the film’s denouement. And getting to see Louis get what he deserves, finally, and hearing him acknowledge that he deserves it, was a lovely ending.

Louis’ journey to find his footing and his confidence as a solo artist after unfathomable success as part of a group. But, in a sort of plot twist, he’s not really solo, is he? The film gives a lovely introduction to his band now — and in their own words, reveals that they’re not just a backing band, they’re a *band* band. Louis has let them in. He’s forged a new brotherhood. *That*, for me, was the heartwarming story. I loved those scenes, loved seeing Louis in his element, which is in a collective, where he is both king and jester at the same time. (Or perhaps Oli’s the jester. Thank fuck for him, man. Oli is the standout. The breakthrough performance. The comic relief. I want a spinoff series.) It’s easy to miss 1D and glorify those short years and think nothing will ever top it, but Charlie’s storytelling of the LT Band is remarkable. We’re left looking forward, not back.

I know Louis’ dedication to his fans and his fans’ dedication to him is a huge focus, but I don’t really enjoy watching commentaries on fandoms I’m a part of. I’m living it. I don’t need outsider context. And in a fandom as fractured as Louis’ (and 1D’s) there’s not a universal experience. The film depicts dedication as sleeping on streets for rail, hopping from country to country and draining bank accounts — because that’s the kind of “superfandom” that gets easily turned into a marketable freak show. Show me the documentary on the fans who organize the light projects, who run the fashion accounts, who curate livestream sources on show nights, who have turned giffing into an art and science, who help promote Louis in the absence of a competent marketing team, etc., etc. I also thought the interview with the American(?) girls talking about LATAM shows was shortsighted. And showing the rainbow factions but not addressing them? What a missed opportunity to talk about songs like Only the Brave becoming a queer anthem. Straight artists can have gay fans, you know.

But the film doesn’t make the kid relevant to any of those storylines. He could have been worked into the first, but wasn’t. It was like a standalone narrative, with footage from a narrow set of days. I was at both those L.A. shows. The energy was so different from night 1 to 2. And in retrospect it’s clear Louis was performing the first night so Charlie could get the right shots. More like a choreographed play than a rock concert. It makes sense now why the Clarks weren’t in the VIP box with Freddie — couldn’t have them cluttering the frame or distracting the actors. Just, everything about the Freddie scenes is heavy-handed. Make a sign for your dad! Draw his logo in the sand! Fly a kite at sunset! He’s the spitting image of Louis! (Len does all the heavy lifting.) And all the maneuvering it had to take to get all those shots from the L.A. show?! In the VIP box from behind (and from the front, and when he just happens to be mouthing along to Two Of Us), side stage watching Louis end the show, on-stage watching Louis approach Freddie after the show, on-stage catching the moment Louis gives the lad a shout-out ... Charlie had a shot list. But sure, nothing was set up, it was totally organic.

I’m still unsettled by how heavily Charlie laid it on at the first premiere press conference — *he* was the one to bring up the kid, and was weirdly emphatic that nothing was staged, nothing was forced. It had the same energy of the “It’s. Not. Real” thrown baby doll moment, only it’s Charlie insisting that It. Is. Real. Thou dost protest too much, me thinks.

And of course, the lack of interaction between Louis and Harry remains, as ever, the biggest tell. We get poignant post-1D Nouis and Lilo moments in the film, but no Larry. We’re spoon-fed these Very Emotional Moments between father and son (“love you,” “Darling,” mouth kisses), when the real story, the real emotion, the real connection is in just a few seconds of furtive glances between Harry and Louis in the backstage footage of the last 1D performance. Christ, the way Harry’s eyes bore into Louis — chin tilted down, eyes glancing up from beneath a furrowed brow, lips tight, disguising his attentiveness with a hair flip ... they mastered so many forms of silent communication. The quiet call and response, the depths of love and care and concern and protection contained in micro-expressions. Fuck, give me 90 minutes of that. Just a silent film of Louis and Harry looking at each other.

Anyway. Sorry this sounds so grumpy. I did really love most of the movie. But I haven’t made sense of why this film was made. I don’t know its purpose. Maybe the introspection forced by the pandemic lockdown is to credit for this glut of music docs (“docs”) lately. Maybe nine minutes frees him up for nine more months or nine more years. I dunno. He obviously wanted this story told in this way.

Seeing a movie requires the willing suspension of disbelief. You have to ignore critical thinking in order to enjoy the story you’re being told. You tune out your knowledge that everything is fake for the sake of being entertained. We know that Superman can’t actually fly, but we still buy tickets to the cinema. But, a documentary shouldn’t require us to employ this semi-conscious perceiving mode. Yet here we are. I’m just not sure how much more or how much longer we can suspend our disbelief to enjoy fandom.

#larry #louis #louis tomlinson #all of those voices #aotv #stunts #babygate #bbg #spoilers #aotv spoilers #limerick-lt #march 22 #2023

[proseover-bros]

FOR THE ONES WE LOVE | CH. 1

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

SERIES: For the Ones We Love

STATUS: Ongoing

ERA: Prison

PAIRING: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

CHAPTER ONE: Backseat Driver

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Daryl Dixon gets much more than he bargained for when his motorcycle breaks down while out on a run. Miles from the prison, he has no other choice but to hot-wire a car he comes across on the side of the road, only to discover that he wasn’t the first person to get there.

RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Language, Mention of Attempted Sexual Assault, Symptoms of PTSD

SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: While I’m not new to writing fanfic, this is my first attempt at Tumblr fanfic, which is somewhat different than what I’m used to. I have a whole backstory dreamed up for this character (she’s a nursing student who escaped from Grady Memorial after it was overtaken by Dawn and Gorman), but I know from what I’ve read of Tumblr fanfic, self-insert fics are preferred. This is my first attempt at that, so any constructive criticism is welcome. Please let me know your thoughts on the story as well. I have several chapters already written, just trying to decide what format to proceed with/if there’s an audience for it.

“Wow, thanks for that.”

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice coming from behind him, Daryl Dixon’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror as you sat up from where you’d been lying in the backseat of the car he’d just hot-wired. The all too familiar noise of a hammer clicking into place sounded as you lifted your arms, aiming a revolver directly at the back of his head.

With the way you trained the gun on him, combined with the intense gaze in your eyes, he knew that you’d shot it before.

Of course you had.

A woman, alone in this world?

There was no way in hell you could’ve survived as long as you had not knowing how to use a gun.

Daryl cut the engine and raised his hands. “This your car?”

You shrugged. “No, but I was here first.”

“I got it runnin’, that makes it more mine than yours.”

“I was getting to that.” You said defensively.

“Bullshit.” Daryl scoffed. “Ya don’t know how to hot-wire a car.”

“How do you know?”

“‘Cause ya ain’t that kinda girl.”

The stranger’s assumption pissed you off, but what pissed you off even more was the fact that he was right. Before he came along, you’d been close to having a full-on meltdown when finding the car just a few minutes earlier, only to discover that the keys were missing from the ignition. There’d been a hell of a lot of abandoned cars that you’d passed during your travels over the past couple of weeks, because apparently even after a goddamn apocalypse, nobody left their keys behind.

And who was he to pass judgement on you? With his Harley Davidson vest, greasy hair and the ability to steal a car in the first place, this guy was lucky you’d given him any warning at all. Although you hadn’t spoken to another human being since escaping the hospital, and were beginning to think you were missing even the most trivial of conversations, you had quickly come to the conclusion that human interaction was entirely overrated.

Especially with this particular human.

“How the hell do you know what kind of girl I am?” You practically growled.

Daryl hesitated, knowing that he ought to tread lightly, yet somehow his mouth decided to run off anyway. “Just do.”

Your eyes widened as you lunged forward to press the barrel of the gun to the back of his skull. “You don’t fucking know me.”

Dumbass, Daryl scolded himself.

What was he thinking, arguing with someone who was pressing a loaded gun to his head? After all this time spent fighting to survive, did he have a death wish all of a sudden?

With his hands still raised, Daryl nodded, his senses finally returning to him. “We can change that. I’m Daryl.”

Suddenly, a memory of your mother warning you not to talk to strangers appeared as the man introduced himself, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. After a few seconds, you lowered your gun and laughed out loud, no longer able to keep it inside.

The entire situation was absurd. You were running on zero sleep, hadn’t eaten anything in days, and hadn’t spoken to another soul since you’d left Atlanta. It was the most inappropriate thing in the world to be laughing in your current situation, and yet you couldn’t stop.

Daryl hesitated. He thought he might be okay at handling a pissed off woman — but a crazy, pissed off woman?

Might as well shoot myself now.

“Ya crazy or somethin’?” Daryl found himself asking.

You laughed harder at his question, leaning against the backseat as your sides started to ache. “Or something.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Ya gotta name or not?”

Once regaining your composure, you peered over the passenger seat and noticed the large crossbow that he’d laid down while working on getting the car started. You also noted the backpack slung over his shoulder with several arrows sticking out through the flap. “Give me your arrows and any other weapons you have. Maybe I’ll tell you then.”

“Don’t wanna know that bad.”

“Hah.” You rolled your eyes, aiming the revolver at his head once more. “Wasn’t asking.”

With an irritated grumble, Daryl shrugged off his bag and handed it over. There was a brief pause while he rummaged around in his pants and pulled out a pistol, extending it to you handle first.

“No knife?” You asked suspiciously. 

He cursed under his breath, but a few seconds later you had a hunting knife to add to your collection as well. Finally satisfied, you met his eyes in the rearview mirror and told him your name.

“You alone?”

“Looks like it.”

The silence between the two of you clung in the air like smoke. Daryl kept his eyes glued to you now that you had all of his weapons, minus his crossbow, which was useless without the bolts. 

He didn’t pride himself on much, but one of the few things that he’d always felt he excelled at was being a good judge of character. The woman in front of him was young, probably mid-twenties, and pretty. In Daryl’s experience, pretty women were absolute bitches, but not necessarily dangerous. Even so, he couldn’t brand you with that particular title just for pulling a gun on him. You were only protecting yourself.

“Mind lowerin’ that thing? I did give ya all my weapons.” Daryl reasoned.

You paused, but reluctantly lowered your gun, your eyes locked on his as you sat it down on your lap.

“How’s that?” You asked.

“Depends, can I turn around without havin’ to worry ‘bout ya blowin’ my head off?”

You stilled at his words but found yourself slowly nodding your head in agreement.

When Daryl turned all the way around to face you, you held your breath. The last time you’d been this close to a man, it was Gorman, and he had tried to assault you.

The world had been a dangerous place for women far longer than it had been for men. Men may have recently had to learn what it was like to fear strangers now that the world had ended, but it had aways been something to fear for women, which made it twice as frightening these days.

As you studied Daryl, you noticed that he had lighter facial hair than that on his head, and pale blue eyes. With his intense gaze and bare biceps, he had a rugged air about him that you had a feeling he’d always possessed. He seemed like the kind of man who didn’t need an apocalypse to know how to fight for his life.

The two of you remained as you were, staring at each other for a tense moment, sizing each other up and down as you both tried to decide whether or not the other was a threat.

“Lay down.” Daryl grunted.

“What?” You blanched, your hand moving towards the revolver once more.

“Down!” He hissed.

Jumping over the partition dividing the front and back sections of the car, Daryl slid to his knees, tucking himself in the floor space behind the passenger seat, his hands clutching you by the elbows as he pulled you down, tugging your body flush against the backseat cushions.

When Daryl grabbed you, your first thought was a vile one, but your grip around the gun relaxed ever so slightly when he landed beneath you rather than on top of you.

“What the fu—” You cried as you both lurched forward, a series of bangs sounding at the rear of the car. Rather than finish your crude sentence, you cut yourself off when Daryl’s hand covered your mouth. Feeling your jaw tense against his palm, he raised a finger to his lips when his eyes met yours, slowly easing his hand away as a horde of walkers appeared from a clearing in the woods by the side of the road.

You both remained that way for what truly could have been hours, the only sound being your heavy breathing and the groans of the horde as they trudged along either side of the car like cattle. When the noise finally died down some time later, Daryl held a hand out to signal for you to wait, then eased up on his haunches ever so slightly, peering out the front windshield to find that the horde had wandered off up the road.

Once given the all clear, you slowly lifted your body from the backseat, your hand instantly going to the side of your neck as you attempted to work out the kink that had formed there from laying in such an awkward position. 

“Jesus.” You muttered.

Remaining where he was for fear that you’d think he might try something now that he was in close proximity of his weapons, Daryl kept his eyes on you for a few silent seconds.

“Look, I know all about wantin’ to be alone, but no one can make it alone now. You can keep my weapons, even hold your damn gun on me while I drive, but I have a camp a few miles back. My bike broke down, s’why I was lookin’ for a ride, but I can take ya someplace secure. I’m with a group of people back at a prison.”

“A prison? Really?” You asked curiously.

Christ. Was that actual hope in your voice? Had the last year not completely crushed you of that?

“Yeah.” Daryl nodded. “There’s eight of us. Men, women, a boy, and a baby.” Nodding towards his backpack, he continued. “Open it.”

Cautiously moving your hand to his backpack, you unsnapped the top and drew back the flap to reveal several tins of powdered baby formula. Running your fingers over the lids, you hesitated, your eyes slowly returning to Daryl. If this was some kind of trick to get you to come along, it was pretty elaborate.

“I just gotta ask ya three questions first.” He said.

With your curiosity getting the better of you, you shrugged your shoulders. “Go for it.”

“How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean, the living dead freaks that have taken over the world?”

Daryl nodded.

“I don’t know. Who keeps track of that shit?”

Daryl had to admit, at least to himself, you had a point. But it was one of the questions that Rick insisted on asking newcomers, and he wasn’t about to start breaking his rules for anyone.

Seeing that Daryl wasn’t willing to budge on the question, you sighed as you thought about it. “A dozen, at least.”

“How many people ya killed?”

Your mind instantly went to the lifeless eyes of Gorman and Dawn. 

“Two.” You answered, without a hint of remorse.

“Why?” He asked.

You stared at him, expressionless. “I’m a woman and I’ve pretty much been on my own since the world ended. Why do you think?”

Daryl stared right back at you, and in his fierce blue gaze, you knew that he understood you completely. 

“All right, let’s go.”

“That’s it? I passed?” You asked, surprised.

“Looks like it.” He grunted, using your choice of words from earlier and earning a small smile from you because of it.

“Okay.” You agreed. “I’ll ride back here, and I won’t hold my gun on you . . . unless you drive too slow.”

“Pfft.” Daryl scoffed as he climbed back over to the driver’s side and began to work on restarting the car. “Don’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”

CHAPTER TWO

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If you’re comfortable judd fic where it’s the reader’s first time

This was actually the first smut I’ve ever written.. I hope it’s readable lmao

(I apologize in advance for the filth you’re about to read)

Tags: fem! Reader, it’s literally just porn with no plot, they just fuck lmfao, Judd has a big dick, 👀, reader is a virgin, like her and Judd has never done anything but make out, please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that kinda stuff (:

Authors note: ngl, I’m a bit proud of myself for writing my first smut^^ hopefully I’ll get to write more in the future, it’s kinda fun,, I hope you also enjoy it! As I’ve done with the other Judd fics, I’ll recommend you read THIS first. It’s not totally necessary for this one, but if you want more of a backstory you can read it

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Smut under the cut!

You were watching one of those early 2000s gory horror movies, where half the plot is just sex scenes 

And when the third pair of lovers decided to get it on, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Judd 

He was looking at the screen with a blank face, eyebrows furrowed slightly in annoyance at the couple on the screen 

As if on cue, your hormone monstress, Connie, appeared, curling around you and urging you to reach out to Judd

He was quick to notice you staring, cocking an eyebrow at you 

“What. Too much for you?” He grunted, his deep voice a nice contrast to the shrill voice of the woman on screen 

You crossed your arms, sitting up on your knees and facing him directly. “Shut up.” 

He grinned, eyes darting to were your arms were crossed, unintentionally pushing your chest up and letting Judd get a generous view of your cleavage 

“C’mere,” he muttered, beckoning you to sit between his legs on the bed 

You reluctantly agreed, throwing yourself down on his lap making him let out an ‘oomph’ sound, scowling at you 

“Fucking asshole.” He growled, as you giggled, situating yourself in his lap 

“You love it, fuckface.” 

He grunted in response, placing his hands on your hips and shifting you until you were pressed right up against his back, legs tangled with his 

You curled into him, leaning your head on his shoulder as you continued to watch the movie

Connie had backed off a little, entertaining herself somewhere behind you 

It had barely been 5 minutes, when Judd began moving his hands, gently lifting up your shirt and letting his hands run over the soft skin of your waist and stomach (Unbeknownst to you, Maury was urging him on the same way Connie was with you) 

You shivered from the touch, leaning further into him 

His cold hands grew bolder, tracing the waistline of your pants and running up over your bra 

Your heartbeat quickened and your breath became slightly heavier 

The two of you had made out before and he had groped your tits on multiple occasions, but something about this felt different 

More intimate 

You subconsciously arched into his touch and his fingers got rougher, pulling at your bra to get it off and you happily obeyed, much to Judd’s and both hormone monster’s delight

You sat up, pulling away from him for a moment to pull off your shirt 

Judd groaned in excitement, immediately unhooking your bra and pulling it off, before moving you around so you were face to face and straddling him 

“Such a pretty girl,” he mused, reaching for your boobs 

You breathed out heavily when he squeezed the mounds, thumbs gently rubbing over your nipples until they were perky and aching 

He bend forward, nosing up and down your neck before finding a place to bite down 

Your breath hitched and you whined quietly, leaning into him 

He grinned lowly, almost sinisterly as he licked up and down your neck, lathering it with bites and hickeys 

He lives in a  v e r y  sex positive household, and honestly doesn’t give two shits if anyone were to see the marks he leaves on you

In fact, he makes sure to mark you up as much as possible in hopes that someone will see and get fucking jealous 

You shift your hips, accidentally pressing down on his dick just right 

He growls and grabs your hips, repeating the motion harder each time, until his dick is fully hard and proudly tenting in his pants 

At this point, Connie and Maury had backed off, just enjoying the show with smug faces

You let out a series of breathless ‘oh’s every time he drags your clothed pussy over his bulge, the fabric of your panties dragging so, so nicely over your clit 

He parted from your neck, capturing your mouth with his 

You couldn’t help but moan sultrily into his mouth, as you tasted the Jack Daniels lingering on his tongue 

He squeezed your hips and licked into your mouth in slow, long strokes 

He pushed you backwards as he kissed you, laying you down on the bed hovering over you, slotting himself between your legs 

He parted from you, taking a moment to look down at you and admire the sight in front of him 

Lips swollen, eyes glazed over and chest heaving, he grinned at you smugly 

“J-Judd you prick, do something,” you breathed and his grin widened in a slightly sinister way 

“Maybe I will. If you ask nicely, bitch” 

You whined his name as he began to play with your tits again, this time switching between licking and sucking on each of them, fingers gently trailing the waistband of your pants. 

“Pl-please!” You choked out, pathetically clutching the sheets 

“Please what?” He teased, releasing your breasts 

Your face burned hot in embarrassment, but the throbbing of your clit and the feeling of your soaked panties clinging to your cunt shattered what little pride you had left 

C’mon baby, tell him! Tell him you want his dick! Connie urged you on from somewhere behind you

 “Judd, I-I need you.. please- I- just- please do something!” You wailed, wiggling your hips in emphasis 

“Good.” He grunted, popping the button on your pants. “Drop the fucking attitude and beg like a good girl,” 

You clenched around nothing at his words, and you felt an embarrassing amount of wetness spread in your underwear 

Judd could honestly say he was the happiest he’s ever been, as he peeled off your pants and wet underwear 

Breathing rigged when he saw your pretty little pussy, all swollen and twitchy from his teasing  

His jaw clenched and he let out a heavy breath through his teeth, teetering on the edge of self control as he fought the urge to bury himself in you right away, finally relieving his now aching cock 

Maury was barking orders at him, he sent his hormone monster a glare, before continuing with the task at hand

As much as he wanted to, the tiny part of his brain that was still functional screamed at him to make your first experience a pleasurable one 

Judd has a big dick and he knows it (cmon his fucking dad even talked about it in that one episode)

So the least he could do was prep you a little beforehand 

He scooted back, laying down between your legs, his head only a few centimetres from your pretty little pussy 

“J-Judd..” you stammered, gently grabbing his hair and turning his attention to your flushed face 

He grunted in response, finding it hard to focus on anything but your cunt 

“I-I’m a little nervous, I think..” you mumbled, twisting a strand of his half-blue-half-black hair around your pointer finger 

Judd’s expression softened, and his cocky grin turned more genuine 

He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, raising himself up and leaning over your body till his lips met your jaw

He gently nibbled at it before moving up to brush his lips over your ear 

“You’ll do so well, pretty girl. Don’t worry. It will feel so, so good. I promise.” He whispered gravely into your ear, biting and blowing on your earlobe before retreating and laying down to face your pussy again 

A strong shiver went up your spine and you grabbed his hair again for leverage 

Slowly, he nosed at your cunt, spreading your folds slightly 

You let out an embarrassingly loud whine when his nose bumped against your neglected clit 

Your walls fluttered around nothing again, making you wish he would just do something about the emptiness inside you 

Suddenly, he dived in 

Spreading your folds with his fingers before licking into you like a man starved 

You bucked into his mouth, gasping and writhing 

“Judd..!” You stuttered. “Feels so.. ah! Feels so.. good!” 

He growled into your cunt, the vibrations sending toe-curling pleasure through your body 

The loud squelching sounds almost drowned out the screams of whoever got murdered in the movie, Judd looked over at the screen for a second and smiled when some chick was pierced with a meat hook

He licked deeper into you, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a never ending mantra of ‘Judd’s and ‘please’ 

He couldn’t get enough of the way you tasted, groaning and humping the mattress like a madman as he felt your pussy get tighter and tighter 

He parted from you with a sultry moan, a disappointed sob died out in your throat as he suddenly nudged two fingers into you 

They were long and reached so deep they hit a spongy spot inside of you that made you wail and cry out “Judd! Right there! Please, p-please! Right there..!” 

When he made a come hither motion and pressed his thumb to your clit, you were completely gone 

All you could remember was his name as you continued to cry out to him over and over again

He grinned wickedly. “Damn. So fucking wet, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he muttered as a pool of slick began to wet the bed underneath you 

You gasped as he spread his fingers in a scissoring motion, clenching down hard on them

He let out the loudest groan yet, replacing the the finger on your clit with his mouth and spreading your legs further 

Your tummy tightened, warmth spreading throughout your entire body 

You were a sobbing mess, grabbing onto his hair more forcefully and pressing him harder into your cunt as you continued to climb towards your orgasm 

Judd moaned again, lower face now completely coated in your juices 

If you weren’t so far gone, you would have been beyond embarrassed to make such a mess 

“I-I’m- Judd!- I’m!- I..!” You wailed loudly  as you came, feverishly pulling Judd’s hair as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm

He lapped up everything you gave him, growling at the way you clenched around his fingers, his fat cock so hard to the point it almost hurt 

Fucking shit, he couldn’t wait to be buried in your tight little cunt 

You mewled and wiggled your hips as the aftershocks of your orgasm turned to overstimulation 

“Judd..” you whined, pulling at his hair to move his mouth away from your abused clit 

It took him a while to register what you wanted, being too mesmerised with the way your cunt sucked in his fingers so tightly 

For a moment he pondered if he should stretch you out more, before the throbbing of his cock won him over and he decided that you were wet enough to take him 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? You think you’re ready for my cock now?” He asked as he parted from your pussy, licking his fingers clean before unbuttoning his jeans

He leaned over you again, letting out a relieved groan in your ear when his dick was freed from his pants, leaving his thin boxers as the only barrier between you 

“Y-yes. Please, Judd..” you muttered quietly, pussy continuing to clench around nothing, seemingly not satisfied enough with the orgasm you just had

He laughed, voice raspy and low. “So now you’re all desperate, huh? Such a desperate little slut,” he huffed, caressing your cheek 

You leaned into his touch, rubbing your cheek against his palm and wiggling your hips against his 

He grunted as your wet pussy dragged across his clothed dick, coating the fabric of his boxers in your slick 

He huffed at you, pulling your hair and turning your face to the side to expose your neck 

“Behave, bitch.” He muttered as he nosed along your neckt, sucking on the few spots he missed before 

You honestly didn’t give a shit what he said to you, as long as he filled you up as soon as possible 

You moaned his name, begging him to just fill you already and he finally gave in

He sat up on his knees, pulling his shirt off and pushing his boxers down just enough to let his cock spring free 

Your eyes almost bulged out of your eyes, if he hadn’t been so incredibly horny he would have found your expression hilarious 

He grinned wolfishly, looking down at you with a dark glint in his eye as the sound of a chainsaw roaring from the horror movie behind you cut through the room 

“You think you can take it, baby?” 

You nodded dumbly, not sure what else to say you stared at his thick cock 

Honestly you weren’t sure if even the flushed tip would fit, but you would be damned if you didn’t give it a try 

Connie was cheering you on, gently petting your hair as she encouraged you 

His dick was so long, and so thick and all you really wanted was to reach out and touch it 

It was pale, like the rest of him, with pretty veins running up the sides and the only thing you thought about was leaning forward and licking up the precum that coated his flushed head

Your cunt clenched at just the thought alone and you mewled again, reaching for him with grabby hands 

“Yeah? Use your words, dumbass.” He said, leaning over you again

“You’re so mean..” you whined, refusing to meet his eyes as your cheeks burned with embarrassment 

He grabbed your hair again, roughly turning your head and forcing you to look at him 

“Do you want me to fuck you then, huh? Like a good little slut? Or should I leave your pussy empty, I can go finish myself off if you don’t need it-“ 

“N-No!” You sobbed out, tears of embarrassment and pleasure streaming down your face as you reached for him 

“Please! Fuck me already Judd!” You wailed, shifting your hips up again and brushing your cunt over his hard dick 

He grinned in delight, letting go of his tight hold on your hair to lift your leg over his shoulder 

He brought his hand to your face and gently wiped your tears away with his thumb, biting your jaw gently 

“Shh, pretty girl. I got you.” He whispered huskily, rubbing his cock up and down your folds to gather as much slick as possible 

You sighed in relief, grabbing onto his shoulders and readying yourself 

You cried out as the fat head of his cock finally nudged it’s way inside your hole, stretching you out in a way you had ever felt before 

“Oh-oh my god!” You whined, nails scraping over Judd’s shoulders, threatening to break the skin 

He continued a bit further, finding it easier than expected to breach your walls with how goddam wet you were 

He was only about halfway in when you started to feel overly stuffed, whining and clenching around his cock as you felt like you were being ripped in half 

“C’mon, pretty girl. Just a bit more,” Judd grunted out, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your hips

You nodded, not really comprehending what he was saying as he continued to push in 

It hurt, a couple more tears slid down your face as you slowly got used to the burning stretch 

It felt like an eternity before he bottomed out, balls sitting flush against your ass 

Both hormone monsters cheered like crazy, Connie gushing about how you finally got your cherry popped but the two of you were far too gone to care

Judd groaned loudly, enjoying how warm and soft you were 

Fitting him so snugly, as if you were made to be fucked by him 

You looked down and almost choked when you saw how your lower belly bulged, the outline of his cock visible

You gasped as Judd cursed. “Fucking damnit!” He growled, removing a hand from your hip to press down on your belly

You both moaned in unison at the feeling, Judd resting his forehead on your shoulder as you clawed at his back 

He waited a while to move, momentarily scared he would actually break your little cunt if he did anything too fast 

Your slick dripped from his cock to his balls, creating a pool underneath you 

“You’re so warm..” he grunted, gently starting to move out 

The first few thrusts were slow and experimental, until he was mentally hanging on by a threat and he couldn’t stop himself from slamming into you. Hard.

All air left your lungs, and you let out a hybrid between a wheeze and a moan as you felt his cock trying to square up with your cervix 

You couldn’t stop your loud wails as he rammed into you, fucking you with absolutely all his might and the only thing you could do was cling to him for dear life 

His pelvis rubbed your clit with each thrust, his hands holding your hips so tight you were sure there would be bruises later 

You clenched around him uncontrollably, digging your heels into his back and thighs spasming as you suddenly came for a second time 

Wailing his name loudly as he groaned into your shoulder, biting down to keep himself from cumming just yet 

“B-Bitch!” He cursed as you lifted his head up to suck on his neck feverishly, leaving marks to match your own 

He fucked you through your orgasm, continuing to ram into your spongy spot over and over as the bed creaked and moaned beneath you 

You only got wetter, the room filling with squelching noises to drown out the movie as he fucked you more viciously 

“Who’s pretty cunt is this?” He groaned, pulling your hair for a third time to get you focused on him 

Sweat dripped from his brow, his eyes were blown out and his sharp jaw was clenched in a pained scowl, you moaned loudly at the sight 

Heart beating faster at the sight of your handsome boyfriend 

“I asked you a question, bitch,” 

Your mouth opened again when you finally registered what he was saying, wailing out his name over and over again 

He rewarded you with a few hard thrusts before his cock stilled again 

You whined his name in disapproval 

“Good girl. I’ll let you come one more time, fuck, come for me again,” 

You shook your head, nails digging into his skin 

“I-I can’t!” You cried out as he pressed a thumb to your swollen clit 

He didn’t let up, thrusting his cock into you and rubbing at your clit relentlessly until you were crying and begging for release again 

“Please, please, please, please! Hmng!” You sobbed, cunt getting impossibly tighter around him 

“Feels so good- I’m gonna- im gonna-“ 

He pressed down on you belly again, thrusts getting erratic as he neared his own end 

“Come, bitch.” 

And like that you were gone, sobbing and and clutching him tightly as you came for a third time, scratching at his back until you felt caked blood under your nails 

A small part of you felt bad, but as you dived straight into your third orgsam of the evening you were way too far gone to care 

He let out a string of curses and grunts, quickly pulling out and coming all over your belly 

You watched him with a dazed expression, dick in hand and head hung low in pleasure as he let out the most endearing sounds 

Your breath hitched, and if you weren’t about to pass out you honestly could have jumped him again 

“Fuuuuuck..!” He groaned, flopping down on the bed besides you 

You quickly cuddled up to him, rubbing your face against his naked, sweaty chest 

You couldn’t stop yourself from deeply inhaling, finding comfort in his sweaty scent 

Both your hormone monsters had disappeared, giving you some privacy in the afterglow

“Judd,” you whimpered after a few minutes of silence

He groaned in response, squeezing your hip 

“I’m all sticky..” you said. He grunted, not saying anything as he got up, pulled his pants up and exited the room, coming back in a few moments later with a damp cloth and a clean shirt 

He was quiet again as he got to work, wiping his cum off your tummy and thighs, before carefully cleaning your sensitive pussy 

You laid back and just stared up at him, too spent to move 

He met your eyes for a moment, eyes scanning over your flushed and tear-stained face, ruined makeup running down and gathering under your chin

“You’re so damn cute.” He muttered, before going back to cleaning 

Maybe it was the post-nut clarity, but he really did mean that 

Your face flushed again, somehow way more embarrassed by getting a compliment than literally being dicked down 

He finished cleaning you up, lifting your limp body up and gently positioning you propped up against the pillows 

He sat down besides you, helping you into the nice, clean shirt he brought and you couldn’t help but smile as you realised you were wearing one of his shirts 

“Thank you, Judd.” You sighed happily, burying your face in the pillows 

“Whatever. Get some rest, shithead.” 

You only hummed in response, scooting closer to him as he laid down besides you 

“Ooh, lovebirds! Dinner’s ready!” Your eyes widened and you immediately sat up upon hearing Mrs. Birch’s voice from downstairs

Oh my god. You buried your face in your hands.. you had completely forgot all about Judd’s family being home 

Judd’s room was pretty isolated.. they couldn’t have heard that much, right? 

“Fucking bitch..” Judd scowled, finding the nearest shirt on the floor and throwing it on 

“Oh my god. Shit! What the fuck!” You exclaimed, rummaging the bed for your long forgotten pants and panties 

“Where the hell..” Judd held up your panties with a triumphant grin, pocketing them just as you reached out to grab them 

“Asshole! Give me those.” You demanded, holding out your hand to him

“No. Get your pants on, c’mon we’re leaving.” He said in his usual dark tone as he threw you your pants 

You groaned. “Fuck you.” 

“You just did that. Put your pants on.” You rolled your eyes at him, pulling on your pants before standing up on shaking legs 

You grabbed his shoulder for support and he sneered 

“What. You can’t walk now?” He snickered 

You glowered at him “Shut your goddamn mouth, Judd Birch.” 

He sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist for support as the two of you excited the room 

Thank you for making it this far! I hope you enjoyed my attempt at writing smut~

Anyways, if you’d like to request more Judd Birch or something else, you can do it HERE

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Movie!Knuckles reaction to having a crush on you

(Movie!Knuckles x reader)

This was written during my movie!knuckles obsession phase ~ J/Blaze

Notes: I just realised that I’ve got the first half of the fic and not the rest so if it looks different to what you remembered that’s why

Pronouns: they/them

Warning: ⚠️spoilers for Knuckles backstory in the movie + slight spoilers for Sonic Movie 2⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Knuckles + Sonic + Tails + Maddie + Tom + mentions of Dr Robotnik/Eggman

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- if you’ve watched the second movie it’s known that knuckles lost his tribe at a very young age and was lonely for most of his life so when he first met you during the period of the second movie I’d imagine it would taken him a while to trust you, mostly because of robotnik betraying him combined with what happened to his tribe. He didn’t want to go through something like that again so he isolated himself from you

- Eventually after some help from people like Sonic, Tails, Tom and Maddie he eventually decided to give you a chance and chat with you. After spending some time with you he eventually found out that you were much better than he thought you were going to be and eventually decided to become your friend

- Can we all agree that this man will do his absolute best to make sure you are safe and happy. It’s like having a personal bodyguard with you. Remember that meme that's like ‘excuse me they asked for no pickles!” Just imagine that but with you and knuckles:

+ “How dare you leave pickles in their burger even when they said they didn’t want any!”

+ “Knuckles it’s fine I’ll still eat the burger” you smiled trying to convince him not to fight the employees

+ “They need to make you a new burger [NAME] since they clearly don’t know how to make one” knuckles put his hands on your shoulders while trying to justify beating up the employees

- it took all the strength and patience just to convince knuckles to not punch the employees

- Knuckles would literally sacrifice himself or possibly someone else just to keep you happy, as long as you're happy he’s happy

- Now onto the crush part of this!

- As much as I love him he’s very clueless when it comes to stuff like this, he does stuff that others will think is him expressing romantic feelings while he might see it as nothing but a friendly gesture or maybe as a fighting technique

- Eventually it comes to a point where sonic has to tell him about having crushes and how he is clearly showing signs of him having a crush but of course knuckles denies this because he is a ‘warrior’ and he just sees you as ‘just a friend’ like sure knuckles ‘just a friend’

- After a lot of convincing from sonic that yes you do like them knuckles and that it’s alright to have these feelings he asks sonic what he should do sonic just tells him to ‘just be honest and tell them’ to which knuckles surprisingly goes along with trusting sonic and went up to you

- When he does come to ask you out well attempt to at least it can be slightly awkward at first since you have no goddamn idea on what he is trying to do until it hits you

+ “um knuckles?”

+ “Yes [NAME]!” Knuckles said now alerted

+ “Are you trying to confess to me” you said confused

+ “Yes?” He also said confused then a wave of embarrassment just hits him like a truck

- That’s when knuckles went defensive mode and immediately started to blame sonic afraid you were immediately disgusted like ‘blame sonic he was the one who told me to do it’

- That’s when you brought him into a hug stopping his rambling and returned your feelings. As soon as you brought him into a hug knuckles felt some sort of calm flowing through his body. He couldn’t help but notice that his heart was beating a bit faster and he felt his face heat up. "Is this what love was?” Knuckles thought to himself. That’s when he finally melted into your touch and accepted that yes he was in love.

- Alright let’s get on with it. Knuckles is definitely both protective and clingy without him realising it. Of course he understands if you can do something by yourself he’ll let you do it but he can’t help it especially since what happened between him and eggman he just doesn’t anything bad happening to you.

- Carrying on from the previous statement this man definitely takes loyalty to another level. He’ll pretty much do anything for you no matter if he’s already doing something or not, it doesn’t matter if he’s already in the middle of a task if he hears that you are in trouble he drops everything and immediately tends to your needs.

- His behaviour change is definitely noticeable. I mean come on how could you not. Everyone knows how soft knuckles is for you. Tom and Maddie weren’t really paying much attention to it. They're just happy for both you and knuckles. Tails does notice a change; he doesn't want to bring up the fact in case he’ll get it wrong from him. Sonic on the other hand will tease the hell out of him no matter how many times knuckles tells him to quit it sonic still finds a way to tease him.

- Speaking of Maddie and Tom, knuckles definitely asks for some advice considering you know they are dating. Despite the slight teasing from Tom and Maddie telling him to stop, they do give him genuine advice about how to make sure you're happy.

- Overall although a bit clueless he’s definitely the best

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Touch Chapter 16 - A Night Out

Pairing: Dabi x Fem!AFAB!Reader

**18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI**

OVERALL FIC WARNINGS: Soft!Dabi, Fem!AFAB!Reader with a fictional backstory, fanon version of past events (I started this before the canon stuff dropped), manga  spoilers, canon deviation, drug abuse/withdrawal (with inaccuracies since it’s outside of my experience and relies on research and imagination), violence, heavy angst, past trauma/abuse, anxiety/panic attacks, PTSD, hurt/comfort, pining, slow burn, eventual emotionally charged SMUT,  all characters will be written with complexity (i.e., no  one-dimensional/hateful representations). *please pay attention to specific warning tags within each chapter!*

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Drinking. Lots of drinking (both Dabi and reader). Overall drug themes apply; bar scene/club scene (look, we get to have some FUN in the chapter, OK?? We deserve it!)

Chapter Songs: I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys/All I Need by Radiohead

Part 1   Part 15

Chapter 16: A Night Out

You were in the hideout briefly. Dabi changed into his more preferred attire of his stitched jacket, matching pants, and boots. He was free of his mask and his sunglasses now, and you were grateful to finally be able to see his face again.  His blue eyes looked at you with mirth when he showed up at your bedroom door.  You handed him your pills and he downed them with water before crinkling the bottle and tossing it into your trash can.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Do you need me to touch up your scars first?” you asked, your brow furrowed with concern.

The ‘yes’ hung on the edge of Dabi’s tongue, the desire for relief always present, but this time he swallowed it.  Wherever he was taking you, he didn’t want your sensory overload to be an issue.

“I’m fine,” he replied.

You narrowed your eyes at him.  “Uh-huh... you know, that word doesn’t mean what you think it means.”

“It means that I’ve got it under control.”

You pursed your lips and looked down at your attire. It was the same one you’d been wearing earlier: jeans, a shirt, and a jacket.

“Should I change...?” you asked.

Dabi shrugged. “Do you wanna change?”

“Depends.  Where are you taking me?”

“Not sure yet.” Dabi looked you over, head to toe, his eyes leaving fire in their wake across your skin. “You look great.  Let’s get outta here.”

You were too flustered to argue, so you followed him down the stairs and out the door into the night air. A gentle mist of rain was falling down slowly, coating everything in a diamond dust of dew drops.

“We might get soaked tonight...” you commented.

“You worry too much,” Dabi replied as he put his arm over your shoulder again.

A smirk played at your lips. “And you don’t worry enough.”

Your hand came up to interlock your fingers with his comfortably. Right now, you didn’t want to dwell on what it meant; you just wanted to enjoy the contact that he was suddenly offering so freely.

“Then we’re perfect for each other,” he teased.

Your skin burned hot at his flirting and he glanced at you, taking in the surprised look on your face that you struggled to bury. He smirked.

“Let’s get some dinner first,” he continued. “What d’ya want?”

“What can we afford?”

Dabi flashed the fat wad of cash nestled in the inner coat pocket against his chest.  “Whatever we want. My treat.”

Your eyes bulged. “Dabi! Where did you get that??”

Dabi scoffed.  “Did ya think I was just checking out your cute ass while I was walking behind you all day?”

“I— What??”

“Gotta make a living somehow, sweetheart.  I’m an expert pickpocket, remember?”

You did remember. But right now, Dabi pickpocketing was the last thing on your mind. He was getting under your skin on purpose, and you were enjoying it.  It felt like old times, before things had gotten... complicated.

“Pick your poison, doll. What’re ya feelin’?”

“Hmmm... how about sushi?” you suggested.

Dabi grimaced.  “Uhhh, gotta confession. I hate fish.”

You laughed. “How can you be Japanese and hate fish? It’s like a cultural staple.”

Dabi wrinkled his nose. “It tastes... fishy. And slimy. And I hate the way it smells.”

You laughed again. “Okay, not sushi then.  How about ramen?”

“Didn’t we have that recently? Twice?”

“Yeah, because it’s delicious.  I could probably live off ramen, to be honest...” 

“Hm.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, smartass, what do you want to eat?”

“I know just the spot. We gotta hop on the bus, though.”

“Lead the way.”

A few minutes later, you stepped off the bus to see a small little restaurant.  Its entire front was a large window that was open to the street, with a counter and bar stools attached into the cement.  An animated neon sign of a ramen bowl danced on its low roofline.

“I thought you didn’t want ramen?” you asked confused.

“Surpriiise.” Dabi singsonged.  You began crossing the street together.  “The owner is a bit rough around the edges, and a total alcoholic. But his ramen is the best I’ve had.”

A canopy overhang allowed for protection from the drizzling as the two of you sat down at the counter.

“Oy,” said a gruff voice. You looked up to see an old man with what remained of his hair pulled back into a ponytail and tattoos up to his jaw line. “You again.”

“Long time no see.” Dabi replied.

The man nodded at you. “Who’s this?”

“A friend.”

Your heart sank in your chest at the label, and then you cursed yourself for being an idiot.  Of course you were friends.  All of this – helping you through your panic attack, letting you lean on him on the ride home, taking you out to get your mind off things... it was Dabi being a good friend.

A friend who held your hand.

A friend who put his arm around your shoulder.

A friend who almost kissed you the night before...

You refocused your attention when Dabi nudged you with his elbow.  “Huh??”

“What do you want?” Dabi repeated.

The old man waved his hand dismissively.  “Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing.”  Then he set down a bowl of edamame for you to share and immediately began preparing the food.

“Wait, what just happened?” you asked.

Dabi laughed.  “You took too long deciding so he decided for you.”

“Oh.”

“You want something to drink?”

You stared at the list of beverages.  “Beer. Sapporo?”

Dabi’s grin widened. “Oh, loosening up now, are we?” He put the order in, holding up two of his fingers.  A moment later, two tall, ice-cold beer cans were placed in front of you.

You took a sip, letting the carbonation and flavor play on your tongue.  You didn’t answer right away, unease swimming in your chest. You took a few more sips.

“Dabi...” you finally probed. He looked at you sideways as he drank.  “Why are you doing this?”

What is this to you?

Dabi set the can down and began to fiddle with it, his fingers wiping patterns into the condensation.

“Because I didn’t want to go back there either.  We were both stir-crazy in that place.  Figured it was time to stretch our legs a little.  Tonight should just be about having fun.”

“Well...” you smiled. “If that’s the case, you know what I want?”

Dabi looked at you attentively, his eyes trying to pry the answer before your lips could give it. “What?” he replied.

“I want to get drunk.”

Dabi let out a surprised laugh.

Your grin widened. “Like, stupid drunk.”

“Wasted?”

“Absolutely shitfaced.” You grinned into your beer as you drank more of it down, letting it wash over the knot you felt in your gut.

Dabi laughed again. “I think we can manage that.”  He took another swig of his beer.  “This’ll be fun...” he muttered.

You didn’t want to think about anything tonight. You didn’t want to worry.  And you didn’t want to rehash what had happened earlier during the day.  All you wanted was a break, a night to feel like a normal person, to be able to feel like you were a part of the world again.

So, you drank, and laughed, and ate.  Dabi was right. It was the best ramen you’d ever had.  Thirty minutes later, your stomach was now full and happy, and your veins hummed warmly with the first beer you drank.  Just as you finished your can, another took its place.

You stared at it. “What’s this?”

Dabi held up his new can in a toast.  “You said you wanted to get wasted.  Cheers.”

“Oh God...” you laughed. “But I’m so full...”

“Don’t worry, doll. We got all night.”

“Really?”

Dabi shrugged. “Not unless you got plans with someone else,” he teased.

You laughed. “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about in that department.”

“Not even your dealer friend from earlier?”  Dabi prodded curiously.

“Yatsu??”

“You two even have nicknames for each other. How cute.” he commented dryly, his stiff grin never reaching his eyes.

You rolled your eyes. “Uh, nooo.... I mean, there’s history there, but... it’s long past.”

The shop owner refilled the small bowl of edamame.  Dabi grabbed one and skinned it with his teeth.

“Yeah?” he said, “I’d be curious to hear that story...”

You laughed. “Not much to it, really... Yatsumoto was interested but I wasn’t.”

“Really?” Dabi’s sarcasm dripped heavy. “An upstanding guy like that?”

“I wasn’t too interested in relationships back then.  Very single focused on my research at the time.  Besides,” — you took a swig of your drink and then leaned into Dabi, your voice dropping to a whisper —  “he’s not really my type.”

You picked up an edamame shell and ate the soybeans from it.

“Oh yeah?  What is your type then?”

‘Someone tall, dark, and handsome with the world’s biggest daddy issues.’

You thought it, but didn’t say it.

A grin started on Dabi’s lips, a mischievous glint in his half-lidded eyes.  “Maybe someone who’s in horrible need of chapstick?”

Shigaraki instantly came to your mind, and you laughed. You threw the empty edamame shell at Dabi.  “What?? No.”

Dabi’s grin widened. “Hmm, maybe someone with a wide variety of personalities...”

“You’re terrible.”

“Or maybe someone who knows magic tricks.”

“Oh my God, no. Compress is like a brother to me, that’s so weird.”

Instant elation filled Dabi’s veins, but he tamped it down, keeping his expression neutral.  Instead, he grabbed another edamame.  “Coulda fooled me; you two seem close.”

“That’s because he’s the one who recruited me into the League,” you replied.  “He saved my life a while back.”

Dabi’s amusement fell apart at this new piece of information.  His smirk was gone, his expression neutral.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Not long after I’d been kicked out of the university, my place got broken into.  I came home when the robbers were still there, shuffling through my things.” You shuddered at the memory.  “They saw me, I saw them, and I ran.  They chased me down the stairs and outside... It was Compress who stopped them, popping up out of nowhere. I probably would have been killed if he didn’t show up...”

Dabi’s mind rolled over the information, filing it next to all the other little facts he’d gathered about you.

“Do you know what they were after?” he asked.

A half smile curled your lip that didn’t reach your eyes.  “They weren’t going through my bathroom or bedroom looking for jewelry or digging through my bags for cash. One of them had my laptop, and the other was shuffling through papers.”

“They were after your research.”

You snapped finger guns at him.  “Bingo.”

Dabi took a long draw of his beer and you followed suit.  He stared into the can as he swirled its contents slowly.  “So how does your brother fit into all of this?”

You had begun to raise your beer can to your lips, but you hesitated, then lowered it back down to the counter.  “He was the reason for my research.  I wanted to help him, figure out how  to make it so that his quirk couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else ever again.  And I needed to prove that he wasn’t a bad person. That it was his quirk manifesting itself, forcing itself to be expressed.”

Dabi stared at you for a long moment.  “What was his quirk?”

You hesitated again, and Dabi began to have second thoughts about his questioning. Tonight was supposed to be about having fun, and at this moment, you weren’t smiling. The gentle misting began to transition into heavier drops, the sound drumming on the canopy above you.

Dabi opened his mouth to rescind his question, but you answered before he could.

“Others called it Mind Flay, but he called it Tabula Rasa.”

“Blank Slate,” Dabi hummed. “That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

“It wasn’t,” you replied. “He had the ability to make people literally lose their minds. Like, one moment they’d be themselves, and the next moment, they’d be a dumb, drooling mess. Like he wiped them clean, basically turning them into vegetables.”

Dabi fell silent as his mind ran through the ramifications of such a quirk.  “When did it manifest?”

You gave a sardonic laugh. “The same age it did for everyone else; at around 4 years old.”

Dabi let out a low whistle. Kids were small, emotional creatures. A child having that level of power...

Dabi wondered who the first victim was.  A family member? A classmate? A teacher?

You drank more of your beer as if it helped you get the words out.  “He was older than me,” you explained.  “He was in and out of institutions for years, so I didn’t see him very much. My parents put him through every kind of therapy imaginable, every quirk suppression program. They’d think it worked, but then it’d happen all over again. Like he couldn’t help himself.  It’d come out when he was angry... or when he was protective...”

You swallowed, and Dabi realized you had tears in your eyes.

“We don’t gotta talk about this.” he said.

You gave a small laugh and wiped at your eyes.  “Sorry,” you replied.

Dabi gave a dry laugh. “You did it again.”

“What?”

“Apologized when you didn’t need to.”

“Oh,” you laughed.  

Dabi cut you off before the words could fall from your lips again.  “Don’t say it.”

You laughed and gave him a light shove.  “Get out of my head.”

You were smiling again; and it made the pressure sitting on Dabi’s chest ease slightly.

“I shouldn’t have asked,” he said.

“I don’t mind. I just...” you stared into your beer can.  “I might need more alcohol than this if you want to hear the rest.”

Dabi gave a small smile. “I know a place.”

He paid the bill, finished the last of his beer, and the two of you left the protection of the canopy to venture out into the rain.  You held onto his arm and pressed yourself against his side against the cold as the two of you made your way down the street.  He skipped the first bar, knowing they overcharged for their alcohol, and then ushered you quickly into the next one.

It was busy, a small dive bar packed with bodies, the sound of pool balls being struck at the opposite end of the room.  Music played loudly over the speakers, blending in with the hum of multiple drunken conversations.  Dabi managed to spot an open bar stool and squeezed you onto it.  He remained standing next to you and had to put his mouth to your ear to ask you what you wanted.  You had to do the same to answer him, and he leaned across the counter to give your orders to the bartender.

A moment later, your drinks were in front of you.

“Aren’t you worried about being recognized here?” you shouted into Dabi’s ear.

Dabi leaned close to speak. “Nah, not here.  This side of town doesn’t give two shits. Half of the people here are wanted by the Hero Commission anyway.”  You stared at him with uncertainty, and he leaned in even closer, his hand warm on your back.  “You’re safe, doll. I promise.”

So, you sat and drank, the place too loud to carry a conversation.  Eventually the seat next to you opened up and Dabi took it.

A couple of drinks later, and you were feeling the effects of the alcohol much more. You felt more liquid than person, and you swayed slightly to the thrumming of music that played over the speakers, barely audible over the din of the space.  Dabi watched you silently with a half-lidded gaze, his eyes always observing.  You didn’t bring up your brother again, and Dabi didn’t ask, determined to keep the smile on your face for as long as possible.

After a little while, he leaned over to speak to you.

“Do you play pool?” he asked.

“What?”

“Pool.” he repeated.

You looked over at the pool table and noticed it was empty.  In fact, the entire bar had a little less people in it, some of the patrons deciding to continue their bar hopping elsewhere.  Still, it remained plenty busy, and you knew the table would get snagged up immediately.

Before you could answer, Dabi grabbed your hand and yanked you off the bar stool. Before you got too far, you grabbed your drink from the counter and brought it with you.

You stared at the table in front of you as Dabi grabbed a couple of cue sticks from the wall.

“This is a bad idea,” you chuckled.

Dabi looked up at you as he began setting the balls into the triangle.  “Why?”

“Because I’m fucking drunk, Dabi...” you laughed.

“You? Drunk?” he teased. He stepped closer to you and held up his fingers.  “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You rolled your eyes. “Three.”

“Eh, you’re fine.”

“Wait, did I get it right??” you asked.

Dabi’s grin widened and he refused to answer.  “Do you wanna break or should I?”

“Hm, you go first. I’m waiting for the room to stop spinning.”

“Suit yourself.”  Dabi hit the cue ball and the triangle of balls burst in all directions.  The purple ball fell into the corner pocket. “You’re stripes.”

You puffed air out of your cheeks and took a sip of your drink for courage.  You stepped up to the table, lined up your cue stick, and missed horribly.

Dabi laughed, and you shot him a glare.

“I told you I was too drunk for this.”

“C’mon doll, you’re just a lil’ rusty,” he chided.  Dabi lined up his next shot and sank another ball.

“How are you so good at this?” you complained.  “And how am I drunker than you??”

“Experience,” he replied.

You mimicked his response with a bratty tone and a scrunched-up face. “Experience. Please.”

You lined up your shot, and this time you hit the ball, but barely, the cue stick sideswiping. It caused the ball to spin off at the wrong angle before bouncing off one of Dabi’s, causing his to roll into the side pocket.

“Hey, thanks for that.” he commented.

“I swear to God, Dabi. If you don’t stop with your commentary, it’s gonna be your balls next.”

Dabi burst into laughter at your empty threat.  “Based on your hits tonight, I don’t think I’m too worried about it.”

You gave a shocked laugh. “You’re an asshole.”

“Oh, c’mon doll. Don’t be like that.  Tell you what, I’ll give you a free shot.” He coaxed as he leaned on his cue stick.

You narrowed your eyes at him and took your position again.  Just as you were about to strike, Dabi interrupted.

“Hold on.”

“What?”

“Your form is all wrong.”

“Shut up, no it’s not.”

Dabi put his hands up in defense. “Okay, sure.  Go for it.”

You squinted at him, half to get your vision to focus and half to glare at him.  You repositioned yourself again, but now doubt and two failures loomed over you.  Finally, you cursed and stood up.

“Damn it.  Okay, fine.  Show me what I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not holding your cue stick right,” he commented.

“What do you mean?”

Dabi modeled for you. You tried to imitate, but hand-eye coordination was getting more and more difficult. He chuckled at your attempt and leaned his cue stick against the table.  Then he came up behind you, his hands on your hips.

His touch sent a shock of pleasure through you, and you sidestepped out of his hold.  “What are you doing??” you demanded, your eyes wide.

“Relax, doll,” he laughed. “I’m gonna help you.”

You let him get in position behind you, his body lining up with yours.  You could feel his breath on your ear, and it made every nerve sing at peak frequency.  He placed his hands over yours, setting up your hand along your cue stick.

“You hold it like this, and...” -- Dabi slowly moved the stick back and forth within your hands -- “you hit it like this.” He pointed to the middle and the bottom of the cue ball. “You’ll want to hit the ball here or here. Got it?”

You glanced at him, and instantly realized how close his face was to yours, your nose practically brushing his when you turned your head to look him in the eye.  His hand was on your waist, and all you could think about was closing the distance to kiss him.  But he broke his gaze with you and nodded at the pool table.

“Give it a try.”

Dabi stayed next to you, his body lined up with yours as you lined up your shot and took it the way he showed you. This time, you hit the ball you wanted, but it bounced off the edge, and hit the eight ball.

“Wha... NO!” you yelled as the black ball rolled into a pocket.

That was it. That was the game.  Dabi won.

“Wow. That was actually impressive how bad that was.”

You smacked his chest with the back of your hand. “I told you I was too drunk for this.”

“Hey, at least you hit the ball…”

You stuck your tongue out at him and took another sip of your drink. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you.

“How’re you feelin’?”

“Good,” you replied with a smile.

“Good. Let’s try again.”

“Nooo,” you whined.

“C’mon, don’t be a sore loser. I thought you wanted to have fun,” he teased.  “Besides, that was barely a game.”

“Ugh, fine.  But don’t they have like... cards here or something?”

“I’d probably win at that too.  Something tells me my poker face is better than yours.”

“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Dabi chuckled as he set up the balls again.  “You break this time.”

You lined up your stick and hit the cue ball, sending the balls scattering.

Time passed as you played, Dabi refilling your drink when you asked as you bantered with him between turns.  Your skills improved slightly, with Dabi giving you tips here and there.  But the progress was hindered by the way you had difficulty focusing and the way your body didn’t always move the way you intended it to.  You made it through two games, with Dabi beating you both times before you finally gave up, the floor beneath your feet pitching much more than it had before.

“I quit,” you finally said.

You leaned on your cue stick, your body swaying slightly. Dabi was next to you, so you took the opportunity to lean against his chest to ground yourself.  But between the alcohol, stuffy bar, and his body heat, you pushed him away almost immediately.

“Ugh, you’re too hot,” you complained.

Dabi chuckled.  “Come on…”

He took you back to the bar and you sat down onto the barstool with less grace than you’d had before. It wasn’t your fault; the damn thing seemed to move.  There were no other seats again, so he stood next to you like before.

You laid your head on the counter, letting the cool, smooth surface soothe your forehead.

“She okay?” the bartender asked.

Dabi nudged you. “You okay?” he repeated.

With your head still down, you gave a thumbs up. 

“She’s good,” he replied.

You zoned out to the sound of the bar noise and the music playing, your body swaying slightly to the beat.  A moment later, a glass of water appeared in front of you.

“What’s this?” you demanded.

“Water, drink up,” Dabi ordered.

You shook your head. “Nuh-uh.”

“Your call... you’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow.”

“Where’s my drink?” you asked, looking around bleary-eyed.

“You finished it.”

“Oh.  It was good, can I have another?”

Dabi stared at you for a long moment.  Then he pushed the water glass towards you.  “Drink, doll.  You’ll thank me later. Then I’ll order more.”

You grumbled but drank it anyway.  As promised, Dabi ordered you another drink, and you gave a happy wiggle as you began to drink it.

Dabi leaned against the bar counter with his head propped in his hand.  He stared at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What?”

“I like you like this.”

“What? Drunk?” you teased.

“Happy,” he corrected.

You stilled for a moment as you looked at him. 

“It’s because I’m with you,” you confessed.

Your answer seemed to surprise him, his eyes widening slightly as his grin faltered.  He gave a scoff.  “I’m sure the alcohol is helping too.”

“Shut up and take the compliment,” you retorted.  “I’m happy with you.  You make me happy.”

Dabi’s cheeks were starting to hurt from how much you were making him grin, the bruise and the torn skin thrumming low.  “You’re repeating yourself now.”

“It’s so you’ll listen to me,” you replied adamantly as you took another sip.  Your thoughts were more fluid now, your usual filters and reservations carried away on the current of booze in your system.

“I think…” you started thoughtfully, “I thought going back to the hide out would help me feel better. But...”

“But it didn’t.”

You shook your head. “I looked at that place and I just felt... lonely.”

“And you don’t feel lonely now?” Dabi asked.

You shook your head again and leaned against his shoulder.  “I feel safe.”

Dabi froze under the contact as your confessions fought with his own denials.  You weren’t safe with him. He was unstable and violent and he didn’t deserve your trust.

But you were smiling now, and he couldn’t say that.

He turned his body towards you slightly to put his arm around your shoulders, and you nuzzled comfortably against his chest.

“You ready to go back?” he asked.

“Not yet,” you whined.

“You sure? You’re looking awfully shiftfaced now.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Says the girl falling asleep over her glass...”

You sat up and pushed against his chest with your hands. “Shut up.” Then, your eyes lit up with an idea. “Oh! I know!  You know what I want?”

Dabi quirked an eyebrow at you.  “More alcohol?”

You pointed at him. “Yes.  But also, I want to dance.”

Dabi’s grin vanished immediately. “What??”

“I want to go dancing!” you repeated.  “C’mon Dabi, pleeaassee?”

Dabi stared at you with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. 

Dabi was familiar with the club scene.  He used to visit it frequently before the League, chasing quick highs and whatever chick would spare him a passing glance in an effort to drown his pain in a few cheap hours of euphoria.  He knew just the place to go, a place that was safe for people like him, where they didn’t really care about IDs or police records, where cash and drugs were the only currency that mattered.

But it’d been a long time since he’d been there, and the place was filled with temptations and potential dangers. It was no place for someone like you.

Besides, you already looked ready to fall over.

“I bet you can’t even walk straight.”

“Yes I can!”

“Okay, prove it.  If you can walk out of here without help and without bumping into anyone, then I’ll take you dancing.”

It was a tall order as the world tilted on its axis around you, but you were stubborn and determined.

Dancing.  To be able to finally move your body, to feel the freedom of music against your skin.  You hadn’t realized how wound tight you’d been since you’d lost everything and joined the League.  It’d been nonstop healing, and sneaking around, and hiding away.  Dancing, even for a little bit, to lose yourself to movement and be just another face in the crowd, sounded like just what you needed.

With determination, you stood up from your stool.  The motion instantly made you lightheaded, and you swayed on your feet, balance eluding you.  Dabi’s arms were out in an instant, catching you, and you fell against his chest in a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“No, no,” you giggled. “I can do this.”

“Doll, you already failed the test.”

“Shh!” you put a finger to his lips, but now the giggles had you and you couldn’t stop them.

Dabi’s arms were around your waist as your arms hung around his neck.  You swayed in his hold, the motion soothing.  Your vision focused on him, and for once you allowed yourself to blatantly stare at his beauty, at the shape of his jaw, the color of his eyes, even the staples along his cheeks. Your thoughts made their way seamlessly from your brain to your mouth.

“You’re really hot,” you cooed.

“Yeah, you told me earlier.”

“No, I mean, like... you’re hot.  Like attractive, hot.  It’s unfair how hot you are.”

Dabi, for all of his self-control, couldn’t stop the heat from warming his cheeks, and he forced a laugh as he began to untangle your fingers from his neck.  The way your eyes were looking at him, the way your tongue peeked out to wet your lips...

“Okay, now I know you’re shitfaced.”

“Shut up, it’s true.”

“Everyone looks more attractive when you’re drunk.”

You looked around at all the other faces at the bar.  “That’s not true...” you muttered.

Dabi laughed again while internally his mind was spinning.  You were going to be the death of him.  God, he wished you were saying this shit while you were sober... he wondered if you’d even remember any of it.

He sighed. “Let’s get you home.”

“But what about the dancing??”

“We’ll have to save it for another time.”

You pouted as Dabi began to lead you out of the bar.  The realization that your evening of fun was coming to an end made the weight of dread return to your shoulders.  Tears pricked your eyes as you began to leave.

You didn’t want this to end. You didn’t want to stop being with Dabi, spending time with him like this.  You didn’t want to go back to that stuffy hotel with your medical bag and PTSD waiting for you.

Once you stepped outside, Dabi let go of your hand and walked ahead of you.  The cold night air began to clear your head slightly. Everything was coated in rainwater now as the low, heavy clouds passed over you, painted in the yellowish-brown light of the city; but there was a lull in the rainfall that gave a much-needed reprieve and brought a heavy hush upon the quiet street compared to the boisterous bar inside.

You inhaled the air deep into your lungs, letting the damp crispness cool your blood. You stared ahead of you at Dabi, donned in his black coat, his black hair lit under the streetlamp. He turned to look at you, and for a moment you stood still and stared. He was picturesque, the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“What?” he asked.

“I...” you swallowed, a million different responses piling onto your tongue at once.

I don’t want to go back.

I want to be with you a little longer.

I want you to kiss me.

I never should have left last night...

God, you cared for him. You cared for him more than you had let yourself realize. But now, here away from the chaos, with your worries subdued under liquor and fresh air, you understood just how incredibly head over heels you were for him. It scared you, because he was not someone you ever thought you’d fall for.  He was self-destructive, broken, and single-minded in his obsession.  It left little space in his heart for anything else.  But he was also intelligent, highly self-aware, and surprisingly kind, in his own way.  You’d begun to see a side to him that you hadn’t known existed before, and it was a side that only you ever seemed to witness, something that was reserved special for you. You felt protected by it, cared for.  In a world that had tried to erase you, he somehow made you feel... wanted.

All you could think as you stood there unable to answer, was that you wanted to be with him always.

Dabi’s dark brows furrowed and he stepped close to you, his eyes looking over your face through his black bangs.  His thumb came up and brushed fresh tears from your cheek.

“Why are you cryin’ again, doll?” His voice was deep, coating you like honey, and you closed your eyes to let it wash over you.

You hadn’t realized you were crying; you hadn’t felt the tears fall, too focused on your emotions as your skin hummed like an aura around you.  You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your cheek, even though he’d already lowered his hand.

You shook your head in disbelief.  So much you wanted to say, but you couldn’t say any of it.  Not without scaring him away.  If he learned how deeply you felt about him...

You’re not my type.

You understood those words more clearly, now.  It wasn’t that you weren’t his type; it was that Dabi didn’t have a type. He wasn’t someone who would commit, who would settle down. He couldn’t even picture a future for himself beyond taking down his father.

But you didn’t want to face that either, because that train of thought only led to more heartache. What you wanted was to remember the way he put his arm over your shoulder, the way he wiped your tears from your cheeks, from the way he’d hovered over you the night before, his eyes drinking you in as if you were all he wanted.  You wanted to hold his hand, to lean against him as you sat together, to bask in his attention a bit longer.

“I...” you started again. “I’m not ready.  I’m not ready to go back.”

Dabi stared at you, his expression unreadable, and you could tell he was deciding on what to do next. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, and checked the time on his phone.  It was late, but not terribly; there were at least another couple of hours before the public transportation systems shut down for the night.

“You wanna dance that badly?” he asked.

What you wanted was more time to pretend. To pretend that this was more than what it was, to pretend that you were two regular people enjoying each other’s company and seeing where things went without worry or consequence about what sat on the horizon.

“I... I just want a little more time,” you whispered, “to feel normal.”

Dabi stepped even closer, his body inches from yours. His long fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, his eyes following his action.

“You’re the most normal girl I’ve ever known.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the odd compliment, and Dabi’s lips turned up at the corners slightly.

“If we stay out longer, I might need more of your pills.  Do you have any on you?”

You anticipated this possibility and pulled the small Ziplock bag out of your pocket.  Dabi took the pills you offered, noting the few remaining.  You tried not to stare too intently at the way he placed them onto his tongue and swallowed them, but you were pretty sure you were failing at being discrete.

He put his arm over your shoulder. “Come on.”

Warmth swelled from his touch, and a great wave of euphoric victory washed over you. Your smile came back.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Dancing.”

Dabi led you towards the train station where he grabbed a quick snack from the vending machine and a drink.  Once you were seated in the empty train car, you ate as you watched the city lights pass by. While you watched the city, Dabi watched you.  He watched the way your eyes lit up, the longing in them as you looked out at what used to be your home, at a world that you’d been cut off from.

Normal.  You wanted to be normal.  And Dabi meant what he’d said. You were as normal as they came. You never belonged with the League, but you did it out of necessity. The way you talked about it made it sound like a cage, and the more Dabi thought about it, the more he realized that for you, it probably was.

He wondered what you would be like if you could have your freedom again. If you could exist without fear, without worry, without pain.  How much brighter would your smile be? How much happier would you feel?  He could picture it; you, successful and happy, with a career, a home, a family... you seemed like the type that would want a family.

But no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t picture himself there with you.  His future didn’t hold the potential that yours did, and he didn’t want the things that he assumed you wanted.  No matter which way he looked at it, he didn’t belong there, his dark shadow blocking out the light that you desperately needed to flourish.

And yet, for some reason, you always shined brightest when you were with him.  You were happiest with him.  You’d even said so with your own words.  The safety that you’d been seeking before wasn’t at the hotel; it was with him.

His mind and his heart couldn’t reconcile the two realities.  They co-existed in his consciousness, yet their edges never touched.

You wanted to feel normal, but Dabi knew that normal would no longer be possible for you.  Not after what had happened to you, how they had tried to erase you.  There was nothing for you to go back to, not with hero society being what it was, the status quo still locked in place and the people who hurt you still in power.

Dabi mourned his past while you mourned your future.

So, you wanted to pretend tonight.  Dabi couldn’t blame you.  That’s why he changed his mind, even though discomfort and warning bells nagged at the back of his consciousness.  That was why he took your pills so that he could stave off any temptation he might feel once you both reached your new destination. It was the only option available that he had in order to give you want you wanted.

He’d let you pretend. And maybe... just for a little bit... Dabi could pretend too.  He could set aside his identities of Dabi and Touya, stashing them away to a deep, dark place inside himself.  They would never be gone from him entirely but, maybe tonight, he could quiet their screaming for just a little while. He could pretend, take on a third, unnamed identity.  No one important, just some guy having a night out with a girl that he had a crush on.

You stepped off the train with Dabi into a different neighborhood.  More bars lined the streets here, more people walked the sidewalks. The heavy thrums of music spilled out of open club doors into the streets where people lined up for entry.

Dabi led you along with his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close to him.  It was as if he were making sure you didn’t get separated from him, lost in the throngs of drunken passersby. And it was a good call, too... you were still very much tipsy, your balance uneven as you followed along. Your eyes kept getting distracted by the things around you, and Dabi had to guide you around oncoming strangers more than once.

“Careful, doll,” he muttered.

“Sorry,” you said off-handedly. His hand gave your shoulder a small squeeze.

You were looking around, trying to guess which club he would take you to.  Instead, he turned down a dark alley.

“Wait, what...?”

“Just trust me.”

So you did, letting him guide you until you found a back door entrance with a line of strangers waiting.

“What is this place?”

“It’s a special place for people like us,” he replied. Then he grinned down at you.  “What, do you think villains are just constantly fighting and stealing all the time?”

You smiled and leaned against him as you waited.  The closer you got, the more anxious you felt, a mixture of fear and excitement. You could feel the music in your feet now, could hear how the building seemed to vibrate from the bass that spilled out of the open door.

“You still got those extra pills on you?” Dabi asked, his eyes ahead.

“Yeah, why?”

“Hand ‘em over.”

You hesitated, and Dabi looked down at you.

“They’re not for me, doll. Money’s not the only currency here, and that stack of cash I had is gonna dry up if we’re not careful. We still gotta be able to get back later.”

Discomfort stirred across your skin, but you pulled out the pills and handed the bag to him anyway.

“Good girl,” he muttered as he pocketed them.

The reaction your body had to those two simple words was astronomical, heat washing over you and moisture pooling between your legs.  It took you by surprise, and you bit your lip to keep yourself composed as you took another step forward in the line.

It wasn’t long before it was your turn to go in. You had expected them to check ID, but instead, Dabi talked to the man guarding the door in low whispers. A few words and an exchange of bills and the pills and you were finally in.

The atmosphere smothered you instantly, invading all of your senses.  The noise, the smell, the heat, the vibrations, the flashing lights and smoke... It was overwhelming at first, but Dabi kept his arm over you, guiding you through it.  Your eyes took it all in, watching people dancing, grinding, making out.  You averted your eyes, realizing exactly what you’d gotten yourself into and who you were with.

You turned your attention back ahead when Dabi stopped, and you realized he’d found the bar.

“I’m gonna need a drink before we do this,” he commented, his voice loud to override the noise. “You want one?”

Yes. Yes, you definitely needed another drink.

You nodded at him.

“Whad’ya want? Better make it strong, this is probably our last one for tonight,” he replied as he checked the money left in his hand.  The stack was significantly thinner than when you first started.

You gave him your order, picking something that would taste awful but be highly effective.  He grinned at you and gave the order to the bartender.  A minute later, you both had your own drinks. You took a sip of yours and grimaced.

“You’re not gonna scold me?” he teased, holding his drink up for emphasis.

You scoffed.  “Would it make a difference?” you asked.

Dabi laughed.  “Not really.”

“Exactly.”

Dabi’s shoulder bumped yours playfully.  “Don’t worry, doll.  I’ll get you home safe.”

A small smile tugged at your lips.  “I know you will,” you replied.

You watched the people on the dance floor with longing as you sipped at your drink, waiting for the effects to kick in. You needed to be drunk enough to not care about how you danced or who was watching. You need to be drunk enough to be able to nearly forget yourself and all your troubles.

While you watched the dance floor, Dabi kept an eye out for any potential trouble.  His eyes caught a couple popping pills in their mouths and chasing it with alcohol.  Further away, a group of girls bent over a table, snorting white powder into their noses off their makeup mirrors.  In this place, no one cared what anyone else did, as long as they didn’t start any fights.

Dabi’s arm around your shoulder tightened as he looked away, angling you slightly so the groups were behind you.  He didn’t want you to see it. He didn’t want you to see any of it. Because as soon as you did, he knew you’d want to leave, your worry over him greater than your desire for freedom.

And Dabi understood why. He could feel the pull of it, the drag of the old familiar behaviors brought forth by old memories of a time when he didn’t care about consequences.  If he were by himself, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist it, the temptation too great.  But this time, he had you with him, and it was you that kept him grounded.

It was excruciating waiting; he finished his drink long before yours, knowing the sooner he finished it, the sooner it would hit, and the sooner he’d be able to sober up later. It mixed with your pills in his gut and he could feel the lightheadedness, could feel the numbness settle over him comfortably. His scars didn’t hurt, and the headaches and nausea that came and went each time your medication wore off was once again silent.

But he still had enough awareness to realize how stupid he was being, the risk he was taking by bringing you here.  He was being a damn idiot just to make you happy and keep you smiling. What if he fucked up again? What if he couldn’t stop himself? What if he got caught up in something and you ended up getting hurt tonight?

That single possibility lingered in his mind, and he used it to shackle himself to you, using your presence as a lifeline.  He refused to let it happen.  He’d never be able to forgive himself if it did.

He watched as you finally finished the last of your drink.  Your body was loose and untethered again, and you swayed subconsciously to the music.

“You ready?” he asked.

The sooner he could get you out onto the dance floor, the easier all of this would be for him.  He’d let you dance, you’d get what you needed out of your system, and then he’d take you home.

He just needed to not see it. He needed to be distracted.  He needed to stay focused on you.

You stared at him, eyes wide with hesitancy.  But there was longing there as well, hidden behind the glassiness of your eyes.

“Yeah,” you finally answered.

He let you lead the way, allowing you to pick your way through the crowd to find a space where you could squeeze in.  Dabi followed behind you, his hand on your waist to make sure you didn’t get lost and to make sure no one else tried to approach you.

The music was upbeat and fast paced, the kind that made people want to jump and sway and sing. Your body fell into it naturally, carried along on the beat.

Dabi stood, his body frozen to distraction as he watched you move.  Your eyes were closed, every part of you in motion, and he could tell that you were happy as your mouth sang the lyrics.  It was as if he weren’t even there, or more like you weren’t there anymore, just a vessel through which the music moved through. It was a tide that you ebbed and flowed with, and Dabi was the rock.

You loved to dance. Dabi had never even thought about it before; he’d never once asked himself what it was that you liked, what you enjoyed. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized how little he really knew about you. It only made the curiosity burn brighter, hotter.

What else made you happy?

You pulled him back to reality with a tug of your hand, your eyes and face alight with joy.

“Dance with me!” you pleaded.

So, he did, his body coming up to fit behind yours. He let you set the motions, let your hips lead his as his arm wrapped around your waist.  His body burned like fire everywhere your bodies touched, and he let it consume him, let himself get lost between you and the music, finding solace in a place where time had no meaning and all that mattered was the movement, the rhythm, the feel and smell of your skin.

The songs changed, blending from one to the next as you danced together, heady from alcohol and arousal.  You stopped thinking, you stopped worrying. You let yourself drift in happiness with Dabi pressed against you, his body like a brand against your skin that burned itself into your soul.  You were tingling, your skin singing everywhere.  

The palms of Dabi’s hands grazed the curve of your shoulders and down your arms until they found their home on your hips, his fingers curling around and bringing you flush against him as you danced.  The movement of your bodies were different now, changing, evolving.  And faintly, you realized that a threshold was being crossed, a line drawn in the sand that was being etched away with each hot breath across the shell of your ear.  You could feel Dabi’s belt buckle against your lower back, could feel the denim of his jeans and the firmness beneath it that had made itself at home against the curve of your ass, and all you could think of was how you wanted more, more, more.

Every inch of you began to tighten like a coil, and you weren’t the only one.  Dabi lowered his head until his nose was brushing the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting over your shoulder but never quite touching, never actually reaching out and...

Your movements together slowed to a standstill as people continued to dance around you.  Dabi tucked his nose behind the shell of your ear, the breath from his lips tickling your neck in ragged gusts.

He was holding back. Every fiber of Dabi’s being was pulled tight as he fought every natural urge that coursed through his veins.

Your hand reached up to tangle your fingers into his hair soothingly.  It was hot and sweaty, the strands sticking between your fingers. You scratched at his scalp, and he hummed, the vibration echoing in your own chest.

“You okay?” you said just loud enough for him to hear.

He growled low and his grip tightened, fingers digging into the plush of your hips, causing your breath to hitch.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

You turned in his arms to look at him, and he stared back, his ocean eyes glowing with hunger.  You put your arms around his neck, and you moved in a gentle sway, even as the music continued to pound loudly and quickly around you.

“Am I now?” you grinned.

Dabi’s eyes narrowed at you.

His hands gripped your ass and pushed you tight against him until there was no mistaking just how crazy you were making him, just how badly he wanted you.

“Yeah. You are.”

His action stole a little gasp from your lips, and he grinned devilishly.  It only emboldened you, eager to finally rip away the thin, false veneer of a boundary that no longer existed between you.

“So...” you said as you put your forehead to his, your noses bumping gently, “what’re you gonna do about it?”

He could feel your hot breath, could smell the alcohol on your tongue.  He squeezed his eyes shut, his brows furrowed.  You were drunk, he was drunk and slightly high, and none of this was supposed to be happening.

He shouldn’t do this, he shouldn’t...

He didn’t want you to wake up in the morning and regret this, to write this off as a mistake.  He wanted this to mean something.

But then you whined his name, the same way you did last night, with that needy, pleading tone that made his heart drop in his chest and his cock throb against his jeans.

“Dabi...”

Fuck it.

Dabi’s resolve shattered into a million pieces, and he kissed you.

Pleasure erupted like wildfire and you gasped against his lips.  Your hands behind his neck instantly tightened around him as you slotted against his body like a magnet. His arms tightened around you, his hands following up and down the curve of your back before returning to cup your ass and push you tight against his groin where his need was heaviest.  Your need was heavy too, pulsing in your veins and throbbing between your legs until you were sure you’d drown.

Your mouth opened hungrily, and Dabi was done for, his tongue meeting yours as he kissed you fiercely. His hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close, preventing you from pulling away as he drank you in.

You were lightheaded, on the brink of fainting, when your lips finally parted.  Dabi stared at you, his pupils dilated, his lips wet.

“Wanna get outta here?” he finally asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

Dabi grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the club into the night air.  The cold chilled the sweat on your skin, your hearing muffled from the aftereffects of the club music.  Everything held a strange lucidity now, despite the alcohol still rampant in your veins.  It was as if a heavy veil had finally been lifted and you could see the beauty of the world around you, all of its edges in crystal clear clarity, and at the center of it was him.

You practically had to jog to keep up, your head still swimming.  You turned the corner and managed to find yourself on a quieter street, with less people. He led you down it, making another turn into another nondistinct alleyway, much quieter than the last without any back entrances to clubs or bars.

You needed to kiss him again.  You needed it like you needed air.

You tugged on his arm, yanking him back toward you.  You met the incoming momentum of his body with your hand on his cheek and your lips on his, hot and eager.

He kissed you back instantly, his tongue opening your mouth again and he backed you up against the wet brick wall, his palms exploring your body.  Your hips, your thighs... he pressed himself against you, and you moaned at the feeling of his thigh pressing between your legs, your hips rolling.

Dabi’s mouth broke from yours to trail wet kisses to your jawline and down your neck.  Your fingers gripped his hair, your body moving of its own accord, finally cut loose of its strings.

But suddenly, a wave of unpleasant heat began to wash over you, and the lightheadedness from before evolved into full-on spinning.

“Dabi...” you warned.

“Hm?” he hummed, too engrossed in the feel of you to hear the shift in your tone.

You could feel it, the way your stomach rolled.  All that drinking, and dancing, and running...

You were going to be sick.

“Dabi stop –”

You shoved him away just in time to bend over to the side and vomit your alcohol all over the ground.

“Oh shit.” Dabi’s arm was around you in an instant, holding you up as you emptied your stomach, his other hand brushing your hair back and out of your face.  “It’s okay, doll. I gotcha.”

The lust in Dabi’s veins evaporated immediately, his mental fog receding as he held you while your body convulsed.

Realization crashed over him on all that had just happened.

He shouldn’t have done any of this.

He shouldn’t have taken you that club, he shouldn’t have danced with you, he shouldn’t have touched you like that...

And he definitely shouldn’t have kissed you.  Not while you were both drunk off your asses, where you couldn’t tell where the alcohol ended and your feelings began.

Fuck, you were too important to him to fuck this up.

It was too late now. He could still taste you on his tongue, could recall in stunning clarity the feel of your body beneath his palms, the way it had bent to his will.  He’d finally had a taste of you and he craved more. He’d unlocked something within himself that couldn’t be put back, had given away something that couldn’t be returned.

You moaned miserably once you were done and wiped your mouth.  You propped yourself against the wall with your body bent and your hands on your legs.

“Ughh...” you groaned.

Dabi crouched in front of you so he could look up into your face.  “You okay?”

You looked at him with tired eyes and shook your head.  “Nnnnope. Everything’s...” – you whirled your finger in a circular motion – “ssspinning.”  You lowered your head again.  “Oh, God. That last drink hit hard.”

Dabi took your hand in his.  “Let’s get you home.”

“Yyyup,” you replied. You made to stand up, but the nausea came back.  “Woah, woah... hang on... I’mmm gonna... need another m-minute.”  Your words were slurred and your movements slow.  You bent back over, your head low again as you breathed deep breaths in and out.

Dabi crouched in front of you again.  He placed his hands on your calves and rubbed his thumbs in small circles into the denim.

You glanced up at him and a drunk giggle escaped your lips.  “Totally sexy right now, aren’t I?”

Dabi smirked.  “You’re always sexy.”

You straightened up slightly and breathed in through your nose and out your mouth as the nausea began to subside and the spinning slowed.  You leaned your head back against the wall, your eyes closed.

“I thought I wasn’t your type,” you joked.

Dabi stood up and brushed your hair away from your face. “Obviously that was a fuckin’ lie.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

You were spiraling now, all the alcohol you didn’t throw up running amok in your system, and it was late. Dabi put his arm around your shoulder to keep you steady.

“C’mon, doll... I think we’ve had enough fun for tonight.”

“Mmm... I like when you call me doll,” you hummed.

“I know you do.”

“And sweetheart.”

“Yep.”

Dabi started to help you out of the alley, but you stumbled, your steps wobbly.  You broke out into a fit of giggles but had to pause again as another wave of nausea washed over you.

“You gonna throw up again?” he asked.

“I dunno.  I mean... I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left to throw up.”  You looked around you, the surroundings unfamiliar.  “How far away is home?”

“We gotta get to the train.”

“Ugghhh... too far,” you whined. Exhaustion was coming on fast and hard.  You wanted to lay down on the ground and sleep.

A raindrop struck the top of your head, then another.  More and more began to fall.

Dabi cursed.  “Ah, shit...”

You held your hand out, watching as they landed on your palm, your fingers. You opened your mouth and caught a couple drops on your tongue.

Dabi stared at you, his breath stuck in his chest. 

You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.  And, for at least a little while tonight, you were his.  He watched, memorizing the nuances of you, your laugh, your smile, the color of your eyes, your hair, every beauty and every imperfection locked away into a safe place on the possibility that tomorrow everything would be different.

Tomorrow you may not want him at all.

So, for now, he’d enjoy however much was left of the night, even if all that was left was laughing, stumbling, and dancing in the rain.

The drops began to fall faster, heavier.  It began to flatten his hair and soak into his clothes.  You were oblivious, your face tilted up towards the falling rain, as you held your arms out.  You did a small spin but stumbled, and Dabi caught you in his arms before you could hit the pavement.

“Whoops!” You giggled.

“Shitfaced,” he teased.

“Happy,” you replied. You put your arms around his torso, your head resting against his chest. “Happy.” You repeated again, your voice softer.

Dabi allowed his arms to wrap around you, allowed his quirk to warm his body slightly to stave off the cold for the both of you.

He had to get you back, before the trains shut down.

“Come on doll, we gotta hurry.” Dabi grabbed your hand and began dragging you down the street.  You followed him, your feet barely able to keep up.

As the rain soaked through your clothes, you began to shiver.  Puddles formed in the street, small streams trickling down the gutters.  By the time you’d managed to reach the train station, you were both soaked.  Dabi managed to get you onto the last train for the night.  You sat down together and you began rubbing your arms, your teeth chattering slightly.

Dabi took off his stitched coat and draped it over your shoulders. “Here.”

You wrapped it around you gratefully and snuggled against him, your arms wrapped around his.

As the train began to move, it rocked ever so slightly, back and forth.  Dabi allowed his cheek to rest against your wet head as he watched the city pass outside.  He felt an unusual sense of quiet in this moment, a peace that he’d never felt before. The usual darkness in him was always there, lurking, but for once, he didn’t care about it, didn’t look at it. He knew this night was wrought with impermanence, and he told himself that he would pretend.

After a silence that lasted for eternity, Dabi allowed himself to speak from a place that he usually kept quiet, a place he’d never before given credence to.

“I hope you remember this...” he whispered against your hair.

You didn’t answer. The mixture of alcohol, exhaustion, warmth, and the movement of the train had lulled you to sleep.  It forced a small loneliness to settle on Dabi’s shoulders.

It had been fun while it lasted.

 He had to shake you awake once the train reached your stop.  You were half asleep as you followed him off and leaned against him the entire walk home.  Dabi had half a mind to give you a piggyback ride to save time, but the healing wound on his back itched as a reminder.  His scars didn’t hurt terribly yet, but he remained cautious, aware that your quirk had burned off long ago. Now it was only your pills that were keeping the excruciating pain at bay.  He could feel them lurking beneath the surface, waiting to wreak havoc on his body again.

It was an ordeal getting you in and up the stairs.  You’d gravitated towards the couch in the common room as soon as you saw it, and whined at him when he redirected you to the stairs.

“Elevator,” you whined.

The old machinery squeaked and rattled, and Dabi didn’t want to wake the others just to deal with curious looks and even more curious questions.

“Too noisy.” Dabi replied.

So, he helped you up the steps of the stairwell, catching you when you faltered.

By the third stumble, your giggles returned.

“Shh, shut up,” he whispered.

Your giggle turned into a cackle, unable to control yourself, and Dabi put his hand over your mouth to try to quiet you.  Your tongue stuck out and licked his palm, running across his staples.

He yanked his hand away, repulsed.  “Ugh! You’re disgusting.”

You cackled some more, and your voice echoed off the stairwell. You clamped your own hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter as your eyes squeezed shut, tears stinging the corners.

Dabi couldn’t help but chuckle at you.

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered.  “Come on, you idiot.”

He finally had to put your arm around his shoulder and his arm around your waist, and your giggles finally subsided, the occasional chuckle escaping your lips.

Dabi managed to get you through your bedroom door and plopped you down on top of your bed, where you lay sprawled out, your eyelids heavy.

“Dabi...” you slurred.

Dabi began helping you out of your shoes.  “Yeah?”

“Did we kiss?”

Dabi froze, his hands in the middle of peeling off your wet socks.  It was as if like you’d shot a bullet through his chest, and now his heart was bleeding out, leaving nothing but emptiness inside.

You didn’t remember.

You already forgot.

Dabi stared at you for a moment as you laid back with your arm over your eyes to block the light. His jaw clenched.

“No, doll.”

“Aww...” you pouted. “I thought we did...”

“You must’ve been dreaming on the train.”

“Mmm, it was a really good dream...”

You rolled to your side and curled in on yourself, tears in your eyes as you stared at your bedside lamp. You were still wrapped up in his coat, with your own soaked jacket underneath.

“C’mon, doll.”

Dabi made you sit up and began taking his coat off you.  You rubbed at your eyes sleepily.  As soon as he got your own jacket off, you fell back sideways into the bed.  Dabi grabbed your blanket and laid it over you.

“I wish I were your type...” you whispered.

Dabi froze for a moment, his eyes on you.  But you didn’t look at him; it was almost as if you were talking to yourself.

It stung him how little you remembered from your night together.  But Dabi accepted it bitterly, playing along.  Maybe it was for the best.  Maybe tomorrow you wouldn’t hate him.

“No you don’t,” he replied quietly.

“Yes I do....”

Your eyes closed, and Dabi watched and waited.  But they didn’t open again, and your breaths fell soft and even. You’d fallen asleep.

A heavy sigh escaped out of his nose, and he crouched at the edge of your bed, his arms on your mattress with his chin in his fist as he watched you sleep.

His type.  It was the second time you’d brought it up that night, even though you didn’t remember.  He remembered the jab he’d thrown at you ages ago; he remembered how you reacted. It was his first real hint that showed him you were interested in him.

But then everything fell apart and you put him back together piece by piece. And it was all different after that.  Dabi had assumed that his little comment no longer mattered; that it had become a thing of the past, once you’d gotten to know him and all of his problems.  After all, why the hell would you even want to be his type anyway?

But you did, and now his careless words from before were back to bite him in the ass.  Because now he had only one type, and it was you.

And you weren’t going to remember a thing.

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Chapter 17

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[mgnifique-tion]

— december 31st.

summary || ``out in the cold with a god, the historian never expected how great the next year would turn out to be.``

pairing: tva!loki x fem!historian!reader song recommendations: where the sea sleeps (day 6 – even of day) lowercase is intended…

— themes and warning/s: fluff, friendly bickering, friends (allies)-to-lovers, cozy, very minimal swearing (literally just one), this is very soft pls my heart–

— a/n: somebody got into loki again (me) and it’s been a while since i’ve written a marvel au (like probably 6 years ago HELP) and just for some backstory, my writer buddy (@yourstrulyksm) got me into this because she wanted me to write a christmas special but uh, the idea came in late……. and also, brainrot for loki……….. so here’s a short, teeny tiny winter special to end the year with! let’s welcome 2024 with a warm embrace (and perhaps a kiss…? maybe ship yourself with the upcoming year??? i’m def going insane)

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“are you alright?”

oh, you were pissed off, and not in a healthy amount. you were unhealthily pissed off. him asking you that question while you both stood in the middle of the wilderness clearly was not a great way to have a brand new conversation that opened with him doubting your mental state in some way. a loose nightdress was the only thing keeping you warm and as much as it looked so good on you, you were now beginning to hate it with all of your soul. 

that and the god who dragged you out of your home to fulfill a mission, loki.

“it’s almost twelve o'clock and you’re expecting me to be okay out here, in the cold, outside of my damn apartment, dressed in this sleeveless, thin cotton dress– are you that dense!?” anger was just inching closer with each second that passed as the god looked you from top to bottom, keeping his lower lip under his front teeth as he tilted his head.

‘right, he was a front giant. i forgot,’ you thought, huffing as you crossed your arms in both the burning annoyance and in the cold. to your surprise, that ticking bomb inside your head wasn’t really going to do much to keep you warm. 

“why didn’t you bring a jacket, then?” he questioned again. “you showed up at my doorstep panicking! i didn’t have time to get one!” you complained.

and then, there was silence, a moment of clarity which was later interrupted by the god once again. this time, he laughed, shaking his head at the supposed funny moment that took place earlier. “... oh, my friend, i do apologize–”

“you should,” you quickly snapped back, walking next to him as you followed his directions as if you weren’t familiar with the location. “now, i’m freezing like shit here– what are you doing?”

without thinking twice, the thick, dark blazer he wore was slipping off of his shoulders and arms as he gave you a state, later offering it to you by nudging your arm with his knuckles. “come on, wear it. the cold never bothered me anyway,” he said, both of his eyebrows raised as his eyes glimmered, hoping that you’d just take the blazer from him.

“... thanks a lot, elsa.” you still spoke in that grumbling tone you always had when it came to him but deep down, it was all for the humor… and the never-ending stage of denial. 

yes.

it’s been a while since those feelings for him bloomed like a flower on a spring’s day.

and now, you’re stuck with him like a pine tree on a winter’s night. “what are you even doing here? didn’t you tell me that we’re just supposed to see each other throughout time like… periodical visits?” you questioned, still wondering why he was now standing next to you. 

although he and mobius did need the help of a licensed historian, it was clear that you weren’t like the two of them. you had an entirely different role and just like what they both would say, you should play your role in the timeline. 

“why? isn’t this just like one of those periodical visits as well?” his shoulders slowly rose throughout the question as you sighed. 

3 days ago. it’s been 3 days since loki and mobius left…  and now, one of them is back again and it didn’t seem like he’s in trouble as you assumed.

“yeah, but like, i thought you’d come see me a few months after the last visit,” you muttered, taking steps with him slower this time, clearly diving deep into the talk. “you know? like the last time… for you, only a week passed but for me, it took six and a half months. is there another problem we have to fix or is this gonna be your thing?”

in return, he chuckled and asked back, “can’t i just pay my favourite historian a visit?”

“... but i’m the only historian you know–” “shut up.”

though it sounded bitter, both of you still smiled over the friendly banter and somehow, it was nice to know that loki traveled through time again just to meet up with you.

as a busy historian constantly checking if the two tva employees or sylvie herself made any of those rewrites in the many pages of history, you never really had a chance to go out with friends… you weren’t even sure if you still had contact with those old friends of yours.

in some way, you were lonely. 

you’d never admit it to yourself or to anyone around you but it was undeniable that you still were. “so, what you’re telling me is that you probably got bored and thought to yourself that you should seek me out just so you could take me here in the middle of the night? for fun? is this your brilliant idea of fun?” you questioned, syncing your pace with him as leaves and snow rustled beneath your boots. 

again, he chuckled. “well… it’s not exactly boredom,” the god answered, taking a deep breath right after. “... i did have plans to see you tonight.”

‘... what?’ that one word danced around your mind in circles because not once did you think of that possibility.

he just said he wanted to see you exactly tonight, how could that happen?

“and it’s getting late, i know. i’m sorry for dragging you out here but this one…” he trailed off, taking another deep breath as he suddenly stopped walking… and of course you did the same, choosing to face the trees instead of him. 

“this one’s important.”

then, he raised his hand mid-air, just above his own shoulder as his fingers fluttered, emitting vibrant sparks in every color you could think of. he had a genuine smile on his face, his emerald eyes staring back at you while you focused on how the sparks flew and twirled around his palm. once you looked at him, you held in your breath, absolutely overwhelmed by the situation. “... loki.”

“i’m in love with you,” he said softly, his eyes turning glossy, admitting to it all wholeheartedly. no more secrets now. “and it’s killing me to keep these words to myself for longer so nothing’s stopping me from saying them now. i am so in love with you, y/n… i can’t imagine not seeing you every single minute.”

with the sparks from his own palm flying into the air, syncing with the fireworks that blasted into the dawn skies, he pulled you close, the lips you’ve dreamed of every night brushing against yours soothingly as you started forgetting about how cold it was… the kiss he was giving you was enough to keep you warm.

even too warm, perhaps…

“whoa– hey, wait a second.” you pulled away from him, your palms touching his chest, grazing a little bit against the fabric of his ironed as if it was to restrict you from letting the kiss get deeper than expected. “... we just kissed? is this for real? or are you enchanting me? loki, i swear–,” you were then cut-off by quick peck on your cheek, his hands touching the back of yours so delicately as he looked at you with relief, shaking his head.

“this is for real, trust me.” he smirked, smothering his lips against yours once again as your eyelids closed shut, indulging everything he’s been giving you right at that moment.

well, isn’t this such a great way to start the year?

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