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theywhowriteandknowthings · 1 year

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@daddysfavoritesexkitten prompted this - I hope it’s good. GIFs by @a7estrellas

First time’s the Charm

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given. Specific Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Oral (F! Receiving), PiV Sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up folks irl pls folks even if reader is on BC), Cheating, Cocaine mentions, alcohol consumption, pool sex

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Your feet dangle in the cool water of the pool, you swish your feet through the clear water, admiring turquoise and teal mosaic illuminated by the tungsten lights that lined the pool. You sip slowly at the large measure of whiskey in your hand, it was your first drink of the night and you planned for it to be your last.

Your boyfriend, Brian, had slipped off to do coke in the bathroom and you just weren’t prepared for yet another night of babysitting the coked out dude-bro at one of the numerous functions he dragged you to. Some day you were going to break up with him, but you were never good at confrontation.

You’re lost in thought as the most surreal scene plays out in front of you. You watch as a grown man on an inflatable pool lounger floats towards you, he toasts to you with a similarly full glass of whiskey and you smirk as you raise your glass in return.

“What’s a gorgeous creature like you doing all alone out here?” His honeyed voice washes over you like sunshine as you can’t help but respond.

“My coke-head boyfriend ditched me for some other coke-heads, I’d much rather drink alone with my feet in a pool, sue me.” You shrug but the smile doesn’t leave your lips as the man bumps up against the side of the pool to your right, you take him in and realise he’s pretty hot.

You feel the tingle at the base of your spine as you see he’s raking his dark eyes over you. You return the favour and notice the cute swell of his belly, the soft flesh intimately touchable as you watch the droplets of water bead on his tan skin. He’s vaguely familiar but you can’t place why.

“I mean, coke is great,” The stranger drawls with a mischievous smile on his plush lips, “But I bet it’s not as fun as you baby.”

“Oof, hard pass, not going there with yet another coke-head,” You sigh as you drain your whiskey, “Have a good night.” You curse your shitty luck, but as you draw your legs out of the pool a firm hand grips your left ankle. The touch sends arousal through you as his thumb grazes the sensitive skin there.

“Hey, don’t go bonita, I was just pulling your leg.” He winks as he lets you go, you hesitate, ignoring your better judgement as you slide your legs back into the pool. You squeeze your legs together to provide some friction between them. You sigh softly and lock eyes with him.

“That was smooth, what’s your name stranger?” You ask as you roll the cut crystal tumbler around in your hands, your need to touch him building as he drains his glass. His tongue snakes across his bottom lip and you hum as the wetness between your legs builds.

“Javi, Javi Gutierrez.” He flashes a goofy, pearly white smile and you falter. You place the glass down beside you and lean forward, forearms resting on your knees as you regard him once more.

“So this is your party? And you had the balls to question why I was out here?” You tease, the alcohol coursing through your system making you bolder.

“You got me, I’m secretly not actually into all this pageantry shit.” Javi slides off the lounger and swims over to you, he looks up at you with glassy eyes and you raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a hard life being a playboy billionaire.” You say mockingly but he only smiles wider.

“Why don’t you join me in here bonita? The water’s just fine.” He purrs as a hand falls to your knee.

“I don’t have a bathing suit Javi.” You breathe as his hand slides further up your thigh, ghosting the hem of your tight black dress. Your legs part slightly as your breath leaves you.

“No-one else is around, skinny dip, I won’t look I promise.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, your cunt twitching at his soft, alluring voice. You hesitate for a moment, glancing around the pool before giving in to your desire.

“Fuck it.” You say as you pull your dress over your head awkwardly, shimmying it over your ass while you were seated was a small ordeal but you managed it. Your vision goes dark as the fabric covers your eyes. The sensation of two broad palms on either knee makes you moan, and your knees clamp together, only to find the firm torso of Javi Fucking Gutierrez between them. The dress is over your head and you sit there, marvelling at the water breaking against Javi’s golden skin as he drinks you in. You were in a matched set of red lace bra and panties and he seemingly approved.

“You’re even more gorgeous without that dress bonita.” He mumbles into the flesh of your thigh as he leaves hot, sloppy kisses against the sensitive skin. His one hand ghosts the thin fabric that clung to your cunt, soaked through already and he smiles.

“I don’t usually do this,” You breathe, feeling a hint of bashfulness rise in your chest as you continue to look around to check no one else was nearby, “Fuck I’ve never done this.” You say gesturing to the pool.

“First time for everything I guess.” Javi groans as he scoots you closer to the edge, his hot breath against your cunt unbearable as you squirm in his grip.

“Fuck Javi, touch me.” You breathe, the fear of getting caught made you bold, it excites you, and you could tell Javi loves it too. He pushes aside the thin strip of fabric and his mouth finds your core, his tongue slides through your folds slowly, purposefully as he moans into you. His lips find your clit with ease and he begins a slow, punishing rhythm as he alternates between sucking gently before flicking his tongue against the swollen bundle of nerves. You moan as the pressure builds between your legs.

“You’ve got a pretty little mouth bonita, such a pretty little pussy too.” He murmurs against your mound as he brings a finger up to your entrance, pressing gently at your desperate hole.

“Javi please, put it in.” You beg, twitching against his hand.

“As you wish.” He breathes and you feel his smirk against your swollen clit as he pistons into you, curling his finger up, just right to hit the spot just shy of your cervix that made you ache and writhe around him.

“Fuck yes Javi, fuck.” You mewl as his tongue swirls around your clit, his desperate mouth relentless as he lapped your arousal up like a starving man. He inserts a second finger and you feel your orgasm building as he makes long, slow thrusts into you up to the knuckle. Your hands find his hair and you scrape your manicured nails along his scalp as you tug on his hair. You cry out as it hits you. You feel his fingers thick inside you as your pussy clamps down on him, you shudder and gasp as the ebb and flow of your orgasm rocks you hard. It feels like minutes pass but you know it must only be seconds as you twitch helplessly around him.

“Good girl, you taste so good, you want to go another round with my cock this time?” He asks as he slowly removes his fingers before sliding them between his slick coated lips. You answer him by removing your bra and pushing him back from the edge with a gentle nudge of your right foot against his sternum.

“That’s what I like to see, come on in baby, let me show you what a real man’s dick feels like.” He growls, the playful nature all but gone as the arousal makes him desperate.

“How could I say no to that?” You breathe as you roll your panties down and fling them far into the middle of the pool. Javi’s eyes light up at the act and if you hadn’t slipped into the water right that second you knew he would have dragged you in.

You float together for a moment, treading water as you watch the fire behind his eyes dance in anticipation. You swim to him but he treads backwards, retreating further into the pool as you narrow your eyes in frustration.

“Come on bonita, show me how much you want this dick.” He goads you on as you shake your head defiantly.

“I dunno Javi, I’ve already gotten the best orgasm of my life, why would I need to chase you now?” You whisper as the water laps at your skin, the weightlessness is exhilarating as you ride the soft overstimulation that treading water brought. Your thighs rubbing together just brushing your clit with every stroke.

“You’re a sassy one bonita, I like that, your boyfriend, Bruce? Bob-?“

“Brian.” You laugh, correcting him but you knew he was messing with you.

“Yes, Brian, he’s missing out on some of the best pussy I’ve every tasted, and if you’re out here with me and not him, you must be ready for a real man inside of you.” He taunts and you whine as you launch yourself through the water at him, your bodies collide before he can react. He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist, steadying you as he hoists your legs around his hips.

“You going to put your money where your mouth is Gutierrez?” You ask, your lips against his ear, he shudders and you feel the pressure of his cock through his trunks as he grinds against you.

“You know it.” He lifts you just out of the water and latches his mouth on your right nipple, nipping lightly between light flicks of his tongue against your hardened bud. You feel him shift under you as he frees his cock and without warning he was inside you, pulling you down all the way to the hilt on his large cock. The stretch burned slightly but you didn’t care, the glorious pressure of his thickness tearing you open was blinding. Your back arches as he kisses your neck, sucking bluntly at the skin, hard enough you knew it would leave marks.

“Can I kiss you bonita?” He asks softly as he starts to move inside you, gentle, teasing thrusts that rock you to your core as you yearn for more.

“Yes, and Javi?” You breathe as his strong nose presses against yours.

“Yes bonita?” He shudders as he pistons into you slowly, his one hand at your clit rubbing lazy circles as he fucks you.

“Make me scream.” You whisper before crashing your mouth into his, you swallow the moan that rips from him as his tongue presses forcefully into your mouth. He pushes you back in the water, your bare back hitting the poolside as he continues to lick into your mouth forcefully, dominating you as he positions himself to get a better angle.

You melt into him and relish at the hard, unrelenting rhythm of Javi’s thrusts. He nips at your bottom lip and groans whenever you fight back, pressing your tongue into his mouth, pulling on his bottom lip with your own. The pressure inside you builds once more as Javi’s thrusts quicken, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you as he expertly thumbs your clit.

“Javi I- I’m-“ You cry out as your second orgasm floods you with hard, blissful pulses of euphoria. Javi stutters only a second later and you know he’s filled your throbbing, desperate pussy with his spend, it didn’t matter you were on birth control. You pant together, forehead to forehead, floating adrift in the pool as you both come down from your climax, Javi is still inside you but you know it can’t last.

“Well that made this boring ass party worth my while.” You say as you force yourself from his sweet embrace. His hand catches your wrist and he smiles at you with a genuine smile, his eyes creasing endearingly at the corners.

“If you’re ever at one of my parties again, find me, let Brian get coke dick and cry himself to sleep, I’ll take care of you chica.” He says softly as he lets you float away. You climb out of the pool and slip your bra, shoes, and dress back on before turning to look at Javi floating blissfully into the pool as he watches you.

“You want these back bonita?” He calls to you, soaked panties dangling from his one hand as you flash him a dazzling smile.

“Keep them, to remember me by.” You wink and the laugh Javi lets out is a delightful, deep belly laugh that makes you grin like a fool.

“Not going to forget you any time soon, enjoy your night bontia!”

You stride back to the party with confidence as you smooth down your dress and when you rejoin Brian he is as out of his mind as you had expected. You sigh and prepare to take him to your room when you spot Javi entering the room to a round of applause.

You roll your eyes at the hero worship but then he catches your gaze and blows you a kiss. You feel his spend leaking out of you and you smile to yourself at the sensation. Heat rises to your cheeks and you blow one back. You ride the high all the way back to the room and consider not dumping Brian until the next time you could meet Javi, then maybe you’d stay in his room instead.

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kiddbegins · 6 months

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Pretty Please? - Brian 'Otis' Zvonecek

requested: yes <3

word count: 400~

warnings: uh idk it's cute? but also probably sucks?

a/n: this is simply for bff aka @winchesterszvonecek so yeah sorry it's short tho

When they smile mischievously and their dimples appear and you just cannot say 'no' because they are too adorable [otis]

When you started dating Otis you accepted the fact that you wouldn’t see him for 24 hours straight. Or more if he decided to pull in a double. It was put on the table right away and yeah, he worried about it at first.

That you’d get annoyed when he was gone all that time but honestly you didn’t mind. Knowing that he was out there helping and saving people made it all that much easier. And it's not like you were just, sitting at home the whole time. You also had a job.

But when he was off work, it was all cuddles and dinners at his place or yours. You were alright at cooking and he was, decent, to say the least but you made it work.

If the food had to be ordered in then so be it, you guys weren’t picky about it. Your personal favorite was that Indian place two blocks down that had the best chicken curry you'd ever had.

But sometimes he really wanted to go out. Have the whole big dinner at a fancy restaurant with candles and dim lighting and such. Make a big deal about it. A proper date night.

And it wasn't that you didn’t want to, because of course you did, but you were a homebody. If you had to say somewhere was a safe haven for you, it would 1000% be either Otis’ or yours. Restaurants felt like hell.

“Come on,” Otis pouted, arms around your waist as you got ready for work. “Pretty please? We don’t have to go to a fancy restaurant, it can be a smaller one, I just want to go out and show you off.”

Your eyes caught his in the mirror, a smile growing on his face as he pulled you closer to him. “You can wear that beautiful red dress you have that I am, much a fan of. And I’ll wear that one button up that you really like.” He muttered, kissing your neck lightly.

“God I can’t say no to you when you smile like that.” You grumbled, turning to face him, the grin still painted on his face. “Alright, we can go. But you have to promise that you’ll wear that teddy bear shirt that I like.” You poked at the dimple that creased into his cheek as you spoke, a vague smile fighting to show on your own face.

He nodded enthusiastically, your arms moving to go over his shoulders. “I swear on my life I will wear that shirt,” Otis spoke quickly, the excitement clear on his face.

You laughed softly, leaning up to kiss him, one of your hands going to the side of his face and brushing your thumb over his mustache. “Then we have a deal.” A small peck to the nose and you pulled away, “but I still have work, so I’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes, yes you will.”

see, usually i wouldn't post two little things in one day but i fear i'm hyping this up to her too much to not post it right away? so uh yeah, i will most likely be hiding away after this bc none of my other requests are looking inch resting at the momentttt sorry and ily

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crazyf0rswayze · 8 months

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could we get some brian johnson headcanons (dating)? 🙏

Of course boo! Here they are !

-sweetest man aallliivvveee!

-he's a cuddle bug

-anytime he can he will hold you in his arms he will and kiss your head and nose and hand and-

-he likes to whisper sweet nothing's to you as you cuddle

-likes to hold/link pinkies

-hand holding too....but usually pinkies 🤭

-love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation

-loves long hugs

-like when you arrive to his house the first thing he does in hug for a solid 5 minutes

-likes to sway you back in forth as you hug

-sits with you every day at lunch

-little cheek kisses 🤭

-little kisses in the hallway

-i think he likes little pecks rather than make out sessions bc it's sweeter and simpler

-hand and pinkie holding in the halls

-always makes sure you get to class ok

-gets really happy when you compare schedules and he has classes with you

-seeing you really makes his day 100x better

-smiles a lot with you

-when he meets up with you at lunch or in the halls a smile instantly breaks onto his face.

-likes to wrap an arm around your shoulder and waist

-is very understanding

-like when things get a tad spicy but you don't want to

-you can tell him and he will be so sweet

-he will make sure you feel safe with him and he would never make you do anything you didn't want to

-also...when you cry...he will be right by your side

-he usually will rub your back and say sweet things because he doesn't want to overwhelm you with a hug

-(bc that happens to some people)

-if you asks for a hug, he will hug you tight

-also when you hold hands he likes to squeeze your hand and you squeeze back and it keep going on like that

-(I definitely don't do that with my bf..hint hint wink wink nudge nudge)

-really proud of you when something great happens

-if you struggle with school and you get a good grade he will be ssooo proud!!

-'baby! I finally got an A!' 'aaww honey I'm so proud!!"

-...he hates it when you see him cry

-but he loves the hugs and sweet words so I guess it's ok

-anyway...this is a tad spicy but when your relationship gets very serious and spicy things happen...

-he is a very soft, sweet lover.

-aftercare >

-will always cuddle you, clean you up, get you water...anything you need

-yea...I think that it guys. Feel free to reblog or comment to add on more!!

#kks writings #the breakfast club #brian johnson #brian johnson x reader #brian johnson x fem!reader #brian johnson hc's

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 8 months

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(this.... this is a longer thing than I meant it to be so apologies for that in advance.)

so I have this headcanon that is basically canon in my brain that the Toy Soldier can sort of teleport wherever as long as it's reasonable (not to far away, is actually a place to exist, etc) which plays into a lot of other stuff in my brain.

(Also don't ask Toy how it teleports it will "glitch" bc it doesn't know how to explain it, it just can so it will probably shoot you or break something. "I Can't Take Anyone With Me Jonny So I Kindly Ask You To Stop Or I May Have To Shoot You For The Umpteenth Time-")

ANYWAY to the main headcanon event (that I don't know will fit well into canon and mostly don't care) but I saw a post saying that weird notes in Justice and Once And Future King sound like morse code repeating DB for Drumbot Brian, like a sort of SOS beacon. Obviously is this were the case, the crew of the Aurora likely didn't receive in time to reach Brian, or they didn't receive it at all.

So picture the image my brain has painted: TS doing whatever it is Toy does away from the Aurora and coincidentally (cosmic-narratively) within range of the Station, when the SOS is sent out. Toy receives it, and resolves to pop up near Brian. It finds that there is no immediate danger it can detect aside from the Station's fall, to which it cannot help.

"You don't have to stick around, you know," Brian says, voice hoarse (considering the tears of oil and all-consuming rust, it's no wonder why). Brian didn't expect the crew to find his call in time anyway, it was hope beyond hope, and besides, he's immortal- they'll find him eventually. Hopefully.

"Well," The Toy Soldier starts, looking strangely contemplative, considering it's fashion. "I Suppose I Could Fetch The Crew, But I'm Certain They Have Heard Your Call Already, So No Need." No need unless Brian orders, of course, though he won't. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't have the strength or willpower at this point.

"But why stay?"

It's quiet for a moment, aside from the sizzle of ever-growing heat and distant moans of those laid half-dead from battle.

"Considering Your Past, One Would Think You Dislike Loneliness. Though My Fashion Leaves None For Feelings, I Could Say I Should Hate To Leave You Lost and Lonely Ever Again."

Despite himself, Brian felt a small bittersweet smile form on his lips. He can't help but mourn the Station and it's occupants, and he seriously doubts immortal company is much in the way of the center of the sun, but... "Thanks, Toy."

And that was that for quite a while yet.

(SO SORRY THIS GOT OUT OF HAND LMAO IT'S SO LONG. I have the writers curse where a one paragraph summary turns into, whatever stuff like this is. Sincere apologies to whoever tried to read this but hope it's not bad?)

waaah i love it

-mod fen

#the mechanisms #the toy soldier #drumbot brian #not shitty #mod fen

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jackfrombaskinrobbins · 1 year

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daredevil fam x teen!intern!reader [pt. 2]

CLICK HERE FOR PT. 1

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 1.5k

request: yes / no

original request: DYING over your matt post– i'm a sucker for casual family hcs with teen readers, it's always the cutest !! could i request something similar like the whole team (nelson, murdock, & page) taking care of an intern? just a teen who usually takes care of filing ends up wandering into the whole found family dynamic they have set up? thanks !

dynamic: daredevil fam (nelson murdock & page) x teen!intern!reader

characters: reader, matt murdock, foggy nelson, karen page

a/n: hiii tysm for this request!!! i love found family hc's too -- especially with daredevil bc i feel like i haven't seen many :( if y'all ever have more daredevil requests like this i would be more than happy to write them!!

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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in fact, you got up the next day actually excited to go

like yk in 500 days of summer when he’s like skipping around and like ppl are dancing and he’s smiling

you felt that level of happy

and then you got a text

“hey y/n it’s foggy 🌫️🌫️lol (LAUGH OUT LOUD) get it? it’s fog!!🌫️🌫️🌫️🌫️ anyways, we (karen and matt and i ofc (OF COURSE) ) have to go out on a case today 🏛️🏛️it’s kind of interesting 🕵🕵 i’ll tell you about it l8r (LATER) ⌚⌚the door should be unlocked 🚪🚪 so you can still get in 👍👍 we shouldn’t be gone for long, have fun & be good 🥳🥳”

(i love writing foggy’s texts in case u can’t tell)

GUYS I JUST REALIZED THAT IF YOU REARRANGE THE LETTERS IN “FOGGY” YOU CAN KIND OF SPELL GOOFY

like “ggofy”

so that’s ur new contact name for him

anyways so you got to the building

and the door was LOCKED

like totally locked

and you tried like five times

so you decided to call karen

but it went to voicemail obvi

bc they were busy w a case

but u actually got a text back pretty quick

“you got locked out?? i KNEW we forgot something… how about you come down to the station? there’s plenty of places to sit.”

so you did!!

karen was waiting for you when you got there, and they even let you sit in on the conversation they were having

it was kinda intense but honestly rly cool to see what being a lawyer was actually like

so that took like an hour or two

but then they were finally done.

“you hungry y/n? we were going to go to lunch. there’s this place right down the street from the firm that’s really good.” matt said.

“sounds great!!” you replied, grateful that he had suggested it

and so that’s how you found yourself at josie’s in the middle of the day, laughing harder than you ever had before and having a chicken wing eating contest with foggy and some random regulars

josie was so nice too, like she seemed to love you from the moment you came in

and the wings she made smelled so good

so then one of the guys who was at the bar (kinda drunk lowkey but like fun drunk???)

he pointed at foggy and he was like

“i bet i could eat more wings than you.”

and you were like “uhhh i kind of doubt that bc i saw him eat his lunch yesterday and he’s like an animal with that stuff”

which was a lie you actually had no idea if he could or not

and matt was literally about to spit out his coke he was laughing so hard

“oh yeah?” he asked

imagine that villan eyebrow raise

“well then. looks like we have ourselves a competition!!”

and so then you got to sit at the bar with foggy, the man (whose name was marv btw) and another guy named brian

idk

and y’all ATE

figuratively AND literally

karen was so proud of you

she was cheering so loud

and again, matt’s coke was gonna go through his nose he was still laughing

long story short you won

ofc

duh

and marv was so funny he was like “well done… you might not beat me next time.”

and josie was like “ok marv”

anyways you were grinning from ear to ear.

you had never been happier

as you were walking back to the office, you decided to tell karen, matt, and foggy about how the people at school made fun of you when they found out where your placement was

and like how it had made u feel really bad at first but that you were so happy it turned out alright

BETTER than alright

“hey, kid. we DO have more fun!!” said foggy, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“yeah. i know the type that would say stuff like that.” karen replied, making a twisted up face that made you laugh.

“you know you can come here anytime. even when you’re not technically scheduled!!” she said.

“it’s nice to have a fourth person around the office. someone with more sense than these two knuckleheads.” matt grinned. “who knows? maybe one day it’ll be y/l/n, nelson, murdock, and page!!”

“yeah, you can inherit it from us when we’re old!!” foggy said, enthusiastically nodding

“aw, you already are old!” you said, and karen laughed

and that’s when you knew you were right where you belonged :)

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#daredevil #nmcu daredevil #nmcu headcanons #matt murdock x teen!reader #foggy nelson x teen!reader #karen page x teen!reader #nelson murdock and page #nelson and murdock #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #marvel #mcu #marvel headcanons #mcu headcanons

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rubynationwins · 2 years

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So You Want To Tango? Part 1 (18+)

Stepbro! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

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Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, slight smut-a lot more in future part(s), swearing, ransom being an ass, kinda blackmail, unwanted groping/sexual harassment, choking, manhandling, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, threats, virgin!reader, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 1,678

A/N: two posts in one day, who am I??? Damn, I’ve been writing a lot of chris evans’ characters being degrading, sexy assholes, but they are so??? I just really wanted to get this one out there bc I’m excited to start on the next part! Not sure how this will develop in terms of how many parts there will be; probably depends on if people are into this storyline ig. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Ransom, please!” You scampered after the tall, sweater-clad man as he stormed down the upper hallway. It was obvious where he was heading so you sped up your pace as fear and embarrassment flooded through your veins.

He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as his patronizing reply bounced off the walls back to you. “No, sunshine! You act like a whore-” he swung open the doors of the second floor balcony and stepped into the dim light of the setting sun- “you get treated like a whore.”

You stopped short of the open doors, staring desperately at the bundle of clothing he held in his tight fist. In his other hand, he held your favorite pair of Brian Atwood sneakers. You looked back up at his face and saw his malicious smile. He was enjoying this.

You hesitated at the doorway, covering your bare tits with both arms, you still had on a pair of thin, lacy panties, but that didn’t make you feel any less naked. Shame coursed through your body as Ransom held his arm out, dangling your garments over the railing.

“Ransom, don’t-“

“Uh-uh, sunshine. If you want these back, you’re gonna have to beg.” His eyes gleamed with delight.

Yours brimmed with tears as you stared down at your shoeless feet. “P-please give me my clothes back, Ransom. I need them, I don’t have anything else to wear.” You hung your head low as you forced out the distraught plea. Ransom may have been an ass, but you never thought he’d go this far to humiliate you.

“Well, that was a piss-poor apology,” he scoffed. “Anyway, I think what you’re wearing now is perfect.” He threw one of your shoes over the railing and you leaped forward, reaching out your hands in a fruitless attempt to stop him. You did your best not to think about your now exposed breasts. The shoe squelched as it landed in a muddy puddle on the ground and you let out a muted wail. Before you covered your tits back up, you caught Ransom ogling the bare orbs without shame. He was the real whore.

“Ransom, stop, this isn’t a game! That one’s completely ruined now! At least give me back the other one,” you whined, not caring that you were making such a scene over a pair of shoes. But they weren’t just a pair of shoes, and he knew that.

“What does it matter? You have plenty of shoes, what makes these so special?” He twirled the other one in his hand, goading you. He knew exactly why they mattered– your mom had given them to you before she passed away three years ago, and you treasured anything of hers that hadn’t been tainted by his corrupt family. “If you’d really wanted them back, you would’ve gotten down on your knees and begged for forgiveness. Are you really too proud to apologize?”

Your head was still spinning with how quickly the evening had turned south. How was it that one moment you were about to finally lose your virginity to a guy you barely knew, and then the next, Ransom was busting down the door, throwing his own friend onto the street, and stealing your clothes away? And as what, some kind of punishment?”

“What do you mean ‘apologize’? What do I have to apologize for?”

He flung your other shoe over the edge and you let out a strangled cry of remorse. “You mean you don’t understand the damage your behavior has on my reputation? My own stepsister, fucking one of my sleazeball friends? In my own home? Are you too stupid to not know how your whorish actions reflect back on me? Not only have you proven how much of a cock-slut you are, but also how much empty space you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours.”

Now tears were streaming down your face. Your whole body quaked with barely contained fury, fueled by your hatred for your stepbrother. All you could do was put up an angry front to hide how much his criticism stung. “Jesus Christ! I was just trying to lose my fucking v-card! Which has nothing to do with you, by the way, but you had to be your usual narcissistic, selfish, unreasonably-controlling, hot-headed self! You’ve slept with too many women to count, and you’re gonna slut shame me?! You’re a fucking hypocrite, Ransom!”

Ransom’s face clouded with rage, but there were more emotions than that swirling in his shadowed expression. He stepped away from the ledge and tossed your clothes at your feet. Before you could crouch down to scoop them up, though, he reached forward and snatched up your jaw, holding you in place.

“First thing, sunshine, if you ever use that tone with me again, I will throw you out on the street, naked and hogtied.” You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at his threat. “Second, I don’t give a rat’s ass about how many women I’ve slept with because you are not them and you are certainly not me, so your actions actually have consequences in this male-dominated world, which you should know by now.”

His grip on your chin loosened and he reached his other arm around you and squeezed your plentiful ass. You squeaked but didn’t dare say anything in protest. You were terrified of his famously volatile temper. You knew just how cruel Ransom could be, and it went far beyond throwing some clothes off a balcony.

“Third thing, don’t give me that shitty, faux innocence game. We both know this ass has been around the block plenty. You’ve always taken after your mother.” At that, he narrowed his eyes and gave your ass a sharp slap. You yelped and tried to jump away, but he dug his hand in, kneading the plump flesh, keeping you close to his towering form.

You wanted to slap him and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. How dare he talk about your mother that way, but part of you was distracted by how terribly good his fondling felt. On top of being a virgin in your twenties, you had next to none sexual experience of any kind. Unbidden by you, your body was reacting to the unfamiliar forceful touch. Especially when it came from Ransom of all people. He sent your blood boiling– both from his asshole behavior and from the electric tension you’d always felt in his presence.

You matched his gaze, hoping your watery glare hid the beat of your heat thrumming through your chest. “It’s not a lie, Ransom,” you noticed the sudden tick in his jaw at your words, but went on, “I’ve been sheltered my whole life– I went to a fucking all-girls Catholic school for christ’s sake. Plus, my social skills are shit, so my college life is far from the playboy, party lifestyle you like to maintain. It also doesn’t help that I have stretch marks and cellulite, while all the other girls I’m surrounded by are stick-thin and look like models. So excuse me for taking advantage of an opportunity to finally hook up with a ready and willing guy. But no! Respect for my boundaries doesn’t apply to the almighty Ransom Drysdale! Protector of my virginity, guardian of my love life! You know what, it was a mistake to try and fuck Tod here, guess I’ll just have to go over to his place to get the deed done. Then I can save us all the embarrassment.”

The hand gripping your jaw jumped to your neck and squeezed, his thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat. He leaned closer, rage shimmering in his eyes. “I would rather lock you up in the basement and let you rot, then let that dick lay one fucking finger on you.”

His grip stayed tight around your neck and he closed the distance, pressing his front flush to yours. You tried to exclaim when you felt something poking at your nether regions, but any sound you attempted to make was shot down by his tight fist constricting your airways. Ransom’s lips hovered a hair’s breadth away from yours, his hot breath mingling with your own gasping pants.

“I get it though, when you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.” He ground his hips into yours. You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and the blood rushing to your barely concealed center. “So, if you want to learn how to do the devil’s tango-” he finally released his grip on your throat, but before you could gulp down a breath of air, he tangled his hand in your hair and crashed his lips into yours.

It wasn’t even a kiss–not that you’d had many–it was teeth gnashing and tongues fighting and animalistic grunts and growls of long-hidden wants and forbidden pleasure. He pulled away with a satisfied groan. His lust-filled eyes looked crazed. He pushed on your ass to grind you against him further. You couldn’t hold back your moan when he rubbed against your clothed core. You were completely shocked and ashamed at your guttural reaction.

His pleased smirk spelled trouble and he leaned down again, his breath brushing your sensitive ear, and growled, “-then I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be-” You mewled when he reached down and cupped your pussy, smashing his palm against your clit- “and show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

He patted your cheek and backed away, his eyes devouring every exposed curve and roll on full display for his pleasure. He palmed his cock over his designer slacks and winked. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.” His eyes shone with devious excitement. “Now put some clothes on. You look like a hooker.” With that, he sauntered past you, leaving you to sink in your own pit of disgust and guilt… and anticipation.

#ransom drysdale #stepbro!ransom drysdale #soft!dark!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x plus size reader #stepbro!ransom drysdale x reader #virgin!reader #soft!dark!ransom drysdale x plus size reader #ransom drysdale smut #plus size reader #plus size reader insert #chris evans character fanfic #chris evans #chris evans x plus size reader #Knives Out #ransom knives out #writing stuff #me #rubynationwins

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pauls1967moustache · 9 months

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Could I request a perspective flip of wouldn't it be nice bc I'm so curious about what John saw on Paul's face when they were signing the certificate, or any other part you like

i'm sick of looking at my damn outline so here's more of these.

Paul’s knee bounces next to his as they wait for Cyn to arrive. He’s sucking on his thumb a little—John can tell from his periphery—nervy, like he’s the one getting married. John glances over at him to see what’s on his face, but it’s like Paul’s attuned to him, shifting into a small encouraging smile. It feels like maybe it’s rote. Or maybe John wants it to be rote.

Paul’s been weird all morning—so aware of John, the energy’s fizzled back around, making John aware of him. John wonders if Paul thinks he’s gonna leg it if no one’s paying attention. Wonders what Paul would say if John asked him to leg it with him.

Probably not a lot.

Paul’s been grand about the whole thing. Annoyingly so. John’s been giving him a little poke, here and there, just to see what he’ll say. But Paul’s always been diplomatic. Polite. When John asked him to be a witness, Paul had smiled like he was genuinely touched by the offer. Like John had options, and thought hard about it, and decided well of course Paul has to sign my wedding certificate, it would mean so much to me.

“Yeah, mate, I’d love to,” Paul had said, his shoulder bumping John’s. Mate.

And maybe there was some more poking John could’ve done with that—it’s not as if he didn’t know Paul was good at putting on a face. But he also knew somewhere out there was the limit to Paul’s graciousness. And it had scared him a little—that mate. There was no way to know, really, if he’d get to keep Paul once that limit was found. He wasn’t even sure if he got to keep Paul now.

Paul’s shoulder bumps John, nodding to the door, and John turns to see Cyn walk in, tailed by Brian. She grins at him, nervous, and giddy, and flushed so pink it’s like the first time he kissed her—and for some reason it’s less real, then. Feels less like an insane obligation and more like they’re two kids in love—cutting out of art school early to sneak around, maybe do something a bit silly to make Cyn melt for him. And he knows how to do that. He can manage that his whole life, easy enough.

It’s a whirlwind ,then. It’s crazy, what they’re doing, but he can feel the love Cyn has for him, and he loves her so much for that. She’s going to have his child. She’s going to give him family. The gravity of it feels a little enchanting when he looks at her. Not frightening, so much. Soft, like a love song.

He signs his name next to Cyn’s on the certificate, and he forgets for a moment that someone else is supposed to do it. That someone else has to tie their names to John and Cynthia to prove that they’ll love each other for life. He flounders there for a second, delirious and stupid, the officiant is gesturing behind him, and when he turns, he bumps into Paul, stepping up to sign his name.

Paul meets his gaze, and it sinks in John—a dreadful, knotted-up nausea. Paul looks at him wide-eyed and unsure like John's never seen him—like a lost little boy—and it occurs to John that Paul is just as much a kid as him and Cyn; barely older than George who's too young to bloody sign anything legal.

Paul had broken out into happy teenaged giggles, that first time they'd touched each other in the dark. He'd kissed the corner of John's mouth, and then buried his nose in John's cheek—his laughter hitting John's skin in moist, hot little puffs. Affection sprawling warmly through John's chest.

That certainly feels fucking real.

An apology almost comes blurting out of John. He can’t even pinpoint what he ought to apologise for. Paul seems to catch on, plastering over his look, quickly, with a strained smile, still as encouraging as he’s always been. It’s worse than that mate was. It makes John feel like a right pile of dogshit. He asked Paul to be a witness to his wedding with the girl he knocked up as if Paul could ever fucking say no to that. As if Paul didn’t understand the duty of it all just as much as John did—Jesus.

He wants to get Paul out of here, like he could undo his myriad of fuck ups if only Paul hadn’t had to bear witness to them. But everyone’s fucking watching them, and Paul’s carrying on with the charade, agreeable as ever, and it dawns on John that he might never get anything real out of Paul again.

“Pen, Johnny?” Paul asks, his voice too high, and his eyebrows too high, and the crinkles around his eyes too deep.

John hands him the pen, and hates himself.

#asks #i actually love the original fic of this sooooo much. i can't explain why #it's probably the one i've reread the most out of my ones lol #fic specific ask meme #fic tag

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rahleeyah · 1 year

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Coming in hot: Liv fucked Trevor several times in 1.0, just casual, fun, maybe a little dirty, but it actually stopped around the time he defended her against the murder charges bc she can't stand for anyone to see her vulnerable and then nothing happened until he turns up again post Lewis when they're so awkward with each other and Amanda immediately clocks that there's something there and Liv is like I don't date lawyers (bc after the way things ended with David she doesn't) but she's trying to open herself up to new experiences and I'm actually here for her cheating on Cassidy (looking at you Jimmy Mac) (though by that episode they may have broken up I can't remember exactly) and Trevor is kind of. Helping her see where her judgment is clouded wrt Ellie and he is tall and he is many things Brian isn't and she can't help herself. Of course she fucks him again. And keeps intermittently fucking him all the way up thru the adoption gala last season bc he's easy. Trevor doesn't ask for anything, doesn't expect her to be anything other than what she is; he's known her too long to expect her to stay. He helped her get a baby he warned her about Burton he's always been kind to her, and when she is lying in his bed after the gala, naked and tired but loose and good, he asks about Elliot. And she tells him. For once, she answers the question. It's Trevor; she doesn't need to protect him from this. He doesn't answer to her, doesn't need her to be strong for him, knows her vulnerabilities already. Trevor has touched her at every stage of her life and mapped the changes in her body, in her heart, with his lips, and he is still here, and she doesn't have to pretend, with him. When she finishes talking he smiles, runs his fingers through her hair. So what the fuck are you doing here? He asks. It's a good question. He calls a cab for her and kisses her cheek when she leaves. He's pretty sure that's the last time he'll ever get to fuck her, and he's ok with that. It's about time Stabler stepped up.

#s.vu

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shitshowkb · 1 year

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FINALLY started watching SEAL Team and because this is clearly my new favorite thing to do, I will be writing my reactions/emotions down as i go, so here we go:

✧ SEAL Team season 1 spoilers under the cut ✧

finally watching SEAL Team and decided to write my reactions/emotions down as i go:

• david boreanaz is so mf fine

• and max thieriot 😍

• clay spenser loml

• i literally can not stand ash spenser omg

• oh god his shoot isn't working

• oh shit, is he gonna die!?!?

• yep he's gonna die

• nooo not brian, why'd it have to be brian? 😭

• that smirk on clay's face during that SERE interrogation 🥵

• "actually i'm still kind of thirsty" this man i stg

• my boy made it through SERE

• not the boys sneaking off to get some spicy chicken

• hayes with his hat on backwards 🥵

• 8am and bring beer? these are my kind of people 😅

• this mans smile makes me WEAK

• i am CONFUSED

✧ lowkey got super into the show and forgot to write my reactions, but i'm on the episodes where the boys are in afghanistan on their deployment tryna figure out who put the hit on echo team & i'm stressed tf out, i think i have like 4 more episodes in season 1 ✧

• not these grown ass me throwing darts at each others feet

• oh shit, ray's frag killed a little boy

• this man needs to stop lying about his injured shoulder

• god clay is gorgeous, i will never get over it

• also brock??? that man is fine as hell

• "what are you not telling me?" babe his shoulder is FUCKED

• SPENSE IS SO MF FINE

• jesus that was stressful

• also jason hayes could ruin my life, i'd thank him & let me him come back & do it all over again

• man i feel so bad for ray bc that little boy died but also homie you lied about being okay before deployment???

• "i want to deliver him to you" idk man that sounds too easy, is this a trap???

• this feels like a trap

• lmao i am so in love with clay spenser

• oh shit

• all of this kidnapping shit for a talk???

• homie is not only going to show you where to find his brother but also tell you how to kill him???

• this shit has to be a trap

• still pissed that ray lied about his shoulder & now he's in there spilling the tea about his injury

• oh okay??? this man does not even care about ray's shoulder

• fr tho ray GO SEE A DAMN DOCTOR

• this journalist gets on my mf nerves

• i do not like the vibes i'm getting rn

• yeah no i don't like this

• oh god oh god oh god

• something bad is gonna happen, i can feel it

• OH GOD NO

• OF FUCKING COURSE THE EPISODE ENDS LIKE THAT

• so i obviously know that these guys survive because they're still on the show but COME ON this is so mf stressful

• oh god no

• holy shit

• this shit just keeps getting worse omg

• "I AM NOT EMOTIONAL!" sonny babe you really are

• sonny is stressed tf out, someone better buy him all the beers when they get home

• covered in dirt & bleeding and clay is still fine as hell

• oh god not again

• if jason hayes doesn't sit his stupid ass still omg

• what the actual fuck jason

• jason hayes needs his ass beat, i don't care if he has a head injury

• is that mans bone sticking out of his arm?? 🤢

• damn, i knew medders was dead :(

• oh god is shit gonna go down again

• can these boys please go back to the states like now??? thanks

• this mf and his concussion does not need to going out right now omg

• omfg get tf outta this damn mountain

• well fuck

• jase and the girls are about to fuck some shit up

• oh shit danny overdosed???

• jase is really planning to just kill cutter? lmfao

• i am so excited for the crew to go home

• clay's car 😍

• i feel so bad for davis :(

• stella stayed composed way longer than i would've, i'd have seen clay & lost my shit

• sonny needs a hug :(

• dear god, jase needs to go get his head checked

• someone please get this man some help

• OF COURSE THE SEASON ENDED WITH THAT

#seal team #seal team season 1 #jason hayes #clay spenser #ray perry #sonny quinn #lisa davis #mandy ellis #eric blackburn #brock reynolds #stella baxter #i'm in love with clay

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2/2 ‘I will pay him to shut up. I’m broke as a fucking joke but bro i am willing to work my tushy on every corner to make him shut up. Pretentious fucker. I’m so happy Brian isn’t this cringey. *mocks ethan* alone jerking off. Oh fuck off. HE WAS IMAGINING HIM KISSING HIM. I WILL LITERALLY VOMIT RIGHT THIS SECOND, this is gonna sound weird but Bri looks better when he gets head. This guy makes funky faces. (THE KNOCK JUST HAPPENED) imagine if its brian!!!!! He needs help with more posters or some shit! OH MY GOD ROSES! OH ETHAN LOOKS LIKE HE JUST SAW HIS OWN LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES….spoiler alert it was a very boring one. HIS MUUUUSE? OH ETHAN IS SCARED- OH FUCKS SAKE BEN! WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!’ *Mikey is now being dramatic with a needle* ‘Mikey whatcha doing? Dude, why cant you just be dramatic over boyfriends the same way everyone else is? Dye your hair red and get a buzzcut! FINALLY BEN! Now go back to boring and call it a day’ And we are back to Justin ‘ow ow Justin that has to hurt. TELL HIM! YES HE IS A LIAR! OH YOU MISSED HIM? FOR A DAY?! OH ITS JUSTINS FAULT AGAIN LIKE USUALLY?! (Ethan says thee line) OH YOU KEEP YOUR BRIANS NAME OUT OF YOU CHEATIN MOUTH! EXACTLY YOU NEVER FORGAVE HIM BC HE DIDNT DO SHIT WRONG! HE WAS HONEST FROM DAY ONE! YES LEAVE! SHOVE THAT RING UP YOUR ASS. Oh i have a few ideas what you could do without Justin. *does middle fingers at Ethan* HAHAHA FUCK YOU MARACAS BOY! JUSTIN FINALLY SAW THE LIGHT! *pauses tv* you know what we need now? Brian and Justin to bump into each other and for him to see Justin’s bleeding hand. Yup. I could do this shit for a living!’ He is literally smiling so big and he rewinded the scene like 2 times. Each time he smiled more and more while also laughing at Ethan. *raises his soda in the air* ‘lets all have a toast to Ben’s failed attempt at trying to be less boring. Glad you saw the light, big guy.’ ‘NOW HOW DID BRIAN KNOW HE DIDNT SLEEP AT HO-oh his clothes are the same. BRI YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE SO HAPPY! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED? THEY BROKE UP! (Ted just thanked Brian) dude, stop acting like you dont care for your friends. I get that its part of your schtick but dude come on. you most certainly did it for Teddy! THERES POTENTIAL IN THIS BROMANCE!’ ‘Oh fuck you Justin, you were buddies with him last episode but now youre saying he’s acting like total shit, i mean okay true BUT COME ON. And Debbie, maybe you could understand it if you, oh I don’t know, stopped blaming him all the time and being rude to him one second and the next you love him! Im still mad at you acting like you dont know that he loves Justin!’ Melanie just said she’s pregnant ‘oh no. Oh no. This is gonna be the worst thing since…quick name something bad. Mike is gonna be a dad. Oh that’s…i dont wanna say bad but i am coming up short on any other word’ ‘BRIAN! (Btw every time he says that when he comes on tv he literally points to the tv like he’s shocked he’s in the show..imagine that one Leo Dicaprio gif) HEY! brian is a good dad! *looks at me in wonder* Do you think backrooms are still a thing? Are they even legal? OH MY GOD ITS BLONDIE! JUSTIN!! HES IN THE BACKROOM! HES IN THE CLUB! FINALLY!! I hated how he acted that he was too good for it. AND LOOK HOW FAST BRI BRI SAW HIM! of course you are gonna fuck next to hi- OH JUSTIN SAW HIM *starts hitting me all excited* THEY ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER! THEY ARE FUCKING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!! DID YOU SEE THAT SMIRK? OH JUSTIN ISNT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK AWAY! *stands up and starts showing his shirt* TEAM FUCKING BRIAN! I KNOW THATS RIGHT! *screams literally on top of his lungs* I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE?! OH THEY ARE SICK FOR THAT!’ He is now staring at the tv with his hands in his hair smiling while credits roll..’oh i gotta call mom! I gotta tell her! This is big news, shit i gotta call (friends name)! I gotta tell him all about this! I knew this shirt would work, you all thought i was crazy but it worked!’ And now he is giving mom the full run down. She is stuck with him on the phone bc she ignored his calls so he guilt tripped her

Your brother's reaction to THEE SCENE is everything. It is perfect. 10/10 would read that a million times over, no notes. (Or, this being tumblr, 1k notes post)

Brian and Justin to bump into each other and for him to see Justin’s bleeding hand. <- WHY WERE WE ROBBED OF THIS

THEY ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER! THEY ARE FUCKING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!! DID YOU SEE THAT SMIRK? OH JUSTIN ISNT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK AWAY! *stands up and starts showing his shirt* TEAM FUCKING BRIAN! I KNOW THATS RIGHT! *screams literally on top of his lungs* I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE?! OH THEY ARE SICK FOR THAT!’

That is all of us right now.

I LOVE that your brother immediately wanted to tell everyone. No one cares but he still wants to share the good news.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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I hope you don’t mind me sending you this ask but I finished with 5x07 (i am trying to go slow through these last episodes because while this season sucks, i am not ready to let it go). First about 5x06, i died at that moment where Emmett is waxing Carl. Also I need Emmett to go back to throwing his amazing parties because this new queer guy job, is not it. The things Brian said at that store were so right even though as usual it was rude. That brad pitt wanna be knock off, needs to leave. Oh my god, first of I am offended on Brian’s behalf because c’mon, he looks 1000x better. But also my gosh this story line is dumb. The ending was sad, but the whole ‘proper couple’ thing kind of annoyed me because weren’t they already that?? And now 5x07: i don’t know if it was here or not but I can’t stand Monty and Eli, im sorry i know it’s random but they’re so annoying. I feel bad for Justin but this whole marriage thing he’s now after is just weird, like c’mon you’re 21/22. Their break up hurt. I think this one hurt the most out of all (except the ethan one), Brian’s ‘youre making me nervous’ HURT! But also the part where Justin already had bags packed and ready. Fucking hell writers! I did though enjoy that he told Jen and Deb that Brian didn’t do anything wrong. And Jen’s ‘i wish you worked it out’ was so cute!!! I wish we hot waaaay more Jen/Brian scenes. The Brain and Michael scene hurt though. Seeing Brian have that smile right before Michael said ‘he left bc of you, who wouldnt’ and then his smile dropped and you see his eyes search Michel’s face. PAIN!!!! Gale, you will pay for my therapy! And the ending?!?!?! You ate my sunshine???? GIRL! I WANT TO CRY ALL OVER AGAIN! Also the bet is so fucking dumb. Please tell me this dude/storyline disappears in the next ep like the posse storyline did. But it was funny how Brian kicked him out of the club

Hey anon!

Of course I don't mind!

I love hearing people's reactions to watching the show for the first time and their descendent into anger at the brutally terrible story arcs this season offers up lmao.

Oh that bargain basement Brian Kinney, I cringed so hard... THE WORST PLOTLINE EVER. IT'S EMBARRASSING ON EVERY LEVEL. They really tested Gale, Randy and the viewers patience and yes, Britin's 100th breakup was again weak and just recycled issues that they had kind of worked through before and now Justin wants to be like Ben and Michael?

They were already a normal couple, that was the whole point of their relationship, they were unconventional and didn't bow down to society's expectations of them but that didn't mean their love was any less real. Somehow the writers threw that out the window and made Justin into a homemaker at 22!!!

The one thing I've always loved about their breakups is that they have never spoken badly about the other, or set out for revenge or been petty. In fact it's been the opposite you can see the love and respect for each other shine through unlike Mel and Linds for example.

God you are my sunshine playing over them as they walk away, PAIN!

What a way to stick the knife in from Michael, saying the one thing Brian fears the most the people he loves will ultimately leave him😔

#britin #queer as folk #soph asks #you're nearing the finish line soon #it does get better before it gets worse again #lol

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maxsix · 4 years

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#jaehyung park #park jaehyung #day6 #jae6 #day6 jae #how many things do i have to tag for you #but it's ok #you are worth it bro #i hope you're doing well bro #these are really old #and the colouring is horrendous but you all know how i feel about JYPE videos #they hate BW editors #haha #but i PERSIST bc i love them so much #he's smiling at Brian bc of course he is

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ncssian · 3 years

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A Favor: Part Seventeen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: 70% of this fic is written on my phone lying on my side in bed while using swipe typing bc im too lazy to type out words and it shows

TW: discussion of SA

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Nesta has an easier time adjusting to a third person in the cabin than she thought she would. Maybe it’s because Azriel indeed minds his business, and half the time Nesta isn’t aware he’s there at all.

Cassian seems to be more irritated by it than anyone else—not his brother, of course, but the fact that he and Nesta no longer exist in their own little bubble. Which is how he ends up at Nesta’s apartment with an overnight bag, sprawled out stomach-down on her mattress while she gets ready for bed.

“TV show or movie?” he asks, clicking through her laptop. Shows are Nesta’s thing and movies are Cassian’s; she feels generous enough tonight to say, “Movie.”

“Thank god,” he mutters, typing something on the laptop. “There’s a Turkish horror flick that I was saving for you.”

“Where do you even find these films?” Grabbing her hairbrush, she flops onto the bed beside him and starts brushing out her brassy locks. Before he can answer, Nesta’s phone buzzes from the stool she uses as a bedside table. Feyre’s name flashes on the screen.

Nesta frowns, but picks up without a second thought. “What is it?”

“Nothing serious,” her sister replies. “Just checking in.”

Before Cassian, Nesta didn’t very much understand the purpose of “checking in” without reason. Now she empathizes with Feyre a little. “I’m fine,” she says.

Deciding she can do better than that, she adds, “Cassian and I are about to start a movie.”

“Is it his choice? I’m so sorry for you.”

Nesta peeks over to where Cassian is still intently searching for his obscure movie and smiles a little. “I like Turkish horror,” she replies.

Cassian overhears and grins approvingly.

“Well, I’m looking at wedding dresses with Rhys so he can prepare for when he inevitably proposes,” Feyre says. “In case you wanted to know.”

Nesta did not particularly want to know, but she doesn’t say this. “Sounds fun. Is that it?”

“For what?”

“This conversation.”

Feyre sighs over the line. “Yes, I’ll let you go now. Thanks for picking up.”

The bar is in hell, Nesta thinks. Mostly because she put it there, but she still feels embarrassed to be congratulated over such small things. “Thanks for keeping it short.”

She’s about to hang up when she hears a male voice speak up in the background, and Feyre interrupts, “Wait—before you go, can you tell Cassian to call Rhys back? He wants Cass’s help picking a new team leader for the Italy project.”

Nesta has no idea what that is, but she says, “Sure, fine.” They say their goodbyes and hang up.

“What’d she want?” Cassian says without looking over at her.

“She said Rhys wants you to call him about the Italy project.”

Cassian turns toward her, half sitting up. “Really? What for?”

“Something about picking a team leader.” She returns to brushing her hair. “Why? What’s the Italy project?”

“Something I thought we put aside for good,” he grumbles. “It’s a year-long overseas project in Milan. Rhys thinks it’s gonna bring in a shit ton of money.”

“Sounds big. What do you have to do with it, though?” She’s never heard of Cassian being involved in Night Court’s international operations, even though he takes on more work than the usual employee.

Cassian shrugs, going back to movie searching. “He wanted me to be the one leading the team, and I guess he still feels petty about me turning him down. Honestly, choosing team leaders outside of my department isn’t even part of my jurisdiction.”

Nesta hesitates. “He offered you the job? When?” She didn’t know this.

“On New Year’s.”

“And you turned it down?”

“Yeah.” Cassian clicks on a link that looks like it’ll plant fifteen different viruses in Nesta’s laptop. “Found the movie,” he says.

“Why would you do that?” Nesta demands.

“The movie?”

“The job offer! Why would you turn down such a big opportunity without even telling me?”

Cassian laughs in confusion. “Are you angry right now?”

She’s astonished at his nonchalance. “Cassian,” she says. “It’s Italy.”

Italy with the art and history and seaside beauty—it’s on their top five places to see before they die.

“It’s Milan,” he says like there’s a difference, “and it’s an entire year away from you.” He shakes his head, sitting up to face her. “Are you out of your mind?”

She goes still. “Don’t tell me you said no because of me.”

“Of course I said no because of you.”

“It’s your dream job!” she bursts. “Traveling, exploring, being on your own—”

“Those are our dreams. I made those plans with you. The hell am I supposed to do all the way in Italy without you?”

“You sound codependent,” she retorts.

He narrows his brows. “Like you wouldn’t do the same thing in my position?”

He’s right, of course. Nesta would do the exact same thing for him. But Nesta and Cassian are not the same, and they both know it. “You can’t make that comparison,” she sighs.

“Why not?” he demands.

“Because—” She struggles to put it into words. “I would give up a long distance job for you because it would be worth it. You’re worth it. It doesn’t work the other way around.”

“Again: why the fuck not?”

So he’s really going to make her spell it out. “Because you’re a good boyfriend. You’re affectionate and caring, you always go the extra mile for those you love, and you come with all these free perks. It’s a great deal. And I’m not anything terrible, but I’m the bare minimum compared to you. Why would you give up Italy for the bare minimum?”

Cassian looks at her in disbelief. “I don’t even know how you can say so many wrong things in a row.”

“He’s blinded by love,” Nesta mutters to herself.

“First of all,” he holds up a finger, “I don’t know where you learned to compare yourself to me, but I don’t like it. You make it sound like I need to be paid back for every half-decent thing I do, and that is not the case at all.”

“Of course you think that,” she says. “You wouldn’t be a good person if you didn’t.”

“Then let me be a blunt person.” He puts a hand on her knee and looks her in the eye. “You will never be like me. Very few people are; you can’t take it personally.”

“Oh my god.” Her eyes might roll out of her head.

“But you’re not the bare minimum. Not even close.” He states it like an undeniable fact.

“How so?” she challenges.

“Like how Elain told me about this boy who broke her heart in her high school, and how the next day he walked into class in a leg cast. And how she just knew you had something to do with it, and you two had a huge fight about it that lasted a week.”

Nesta does not enjoy that memory being brought up. Elain called her a psychopath for the incident, and to save her feelings, Nesta (rather unconvincingly) said it had been an accident.

“I didn’t push anybody into a creek,” she maintains the lie. “Sometimes people just fall down there.”

“To be fair, you’re a lot more stable now than you were then. Now when people hurt those you care about, you find sneakier ways to hurt them back. Don’t you?”

“I do not,” Nesta defends.

“Really? Because Eris texted me earlier saying you’ve been ignoring him since New Year’s, and he’s starting to get worried that you have something heinous planned for him. I asked him why he would ever think such a thing of you.” Cassian leans forward and rests his chin on her shoulder. “Why would he think such a thing of you, Nesta?”

Cassian looks pretty well off from here, doesn’t he? She remembers Eris’s smug face. Did you know Rhysand’s parents found him sleeping in the streets?

“Because he said a bad thing,” Nesta says, looking down at her fingernails. “And I have an unfortunate reputation at school for getting back at people who say bad things.” Like the time Brian O’Connell made jokes about a rape trial the class was studying, and then couldn’t find an internship at a single firm the following summer.

“And what did he say? Because I can’t imagine he would directly insult you. He actually likes you, ass that he is.” His face is warm so close to her neck.

She looks away. “I won’t repeat it.”

That seems to be all Cassian needs to get an idea of what Eris said. “And how long are you planning on holding it against him?”

“Forever.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Nesta meets the eyes that haven’t left her face this entire time and snorts. “What’s your point?” Seriously, she’s starting to redden at how close he is.

He buries his face in her neck, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin there. “The point is that you also do a lot for the people you love. Just in a different way.” He pulls away to look her in the eye. “Don’t do anything to Eris, though,” he says. “Not that I care for him or his shit opinions, but whatever you have planned isn’t worth it.”

Nesta wants to scoff in disbelief at the sincerity on Cassian’s face. He’s always choosing kindness, even at the worst moments. “So that’s your argument?” she says. “You won’t go to Italy because your girlfriend has a bad temper and a taste for revenge?”

“That’s my final argument, Your Honor.” He takes her hand. “Forget Milan, will you? One day I’ll take you to Portofino.”

The longer Nesta knows Cassian, the more she finds it useless to hide from him. Which is why she lets him watch the thoughts flit across her face as she considers his words, deciding whether she believes him. Deciding whether he’s right to give her so much devotion.

“Fine,” she finally says. “You’re right.”

A slow smile spreads across his face as he realizes he won. Wrapping his arms around Nesta’s waist and legs, he hauls her into his lap and shifts around until they’re both comfortable. The movie is forgotten for now.

“Out of curiosity…” He noses at the nape of her neck. “What did Eris say about me to make you so angry?”

When Nesta doesn’t answer, he says, “I’ve already heard everything that could possibly be said. The shit that used to get me when I was eighteen doesn’t have the same hold on me a decade later.”

She lets herself relax into his hold. “It was about the time you spent as an orphan.” Technically, he’s still an orphan, but it was different back then. “I didn’t like the tone of his voice.”

Cassian’s answering hum is a low rumble against her shirt. “Did you know my biological father was from Italy?”

Nesta perks up at that. “No.” She assumed he was entirely Algerian, even though he and Azriel probably look ethnically ambiguous to most. “Isn’t that all the more reason to see Italy someday?”

“Not at all,” he says. “If I could pretend that half of me didn’t exist, I would.”

She can’t think of a response that doesn’t involve a question, so she doesn’t reply. She waits for Cassian to speak on his own terms.

“I went to Italy once,” he admits. “For less than a day while my brothers were partying in Monte Carlo. I was young and stupid, and thought I would never be complete if I didn’t know who my father was.”

“Who was he?” She doesn’t know why she’s whispering.

“No one worth remembering,” Cassian says, his arms unconsciously tightening around her. “I put some dots together and realized how he and my mother must have met, how he must’ve—forced himself on her, and I decided that I didn’t care about bloodlines at all. I never returned to Italy after that.”

Nesta’s hands want to reach out and touch him, soothe him. But her muscles are suddenly very cold, and she can only stiffen. “And what about now? Do you… not want to go back?”

“It’s just a place to me,” he says. “Nothing special, nothing terrible. But I like the way it sounds when you talk about it.” His eyes sparkle. “I’d like to pretend it’s my first time going with you.”

“Alright, then.” She nods. “One day, we’ll go together. It’ll be our first time.”

***

Cassian refuses to let Nesta leave bed the next morning, dragging his heavy mouth across her body whenever she tries to get up. She’s about to surrender to him altogether when her phone starts vibrating loudly, insistently.

Breaking away from Cassian’s attempt at cuddling, she answers without checking the caller ID. “Yes?” she croaks sleepily.

“Where the hell have you been?” Emerie demands.

Nesta shoves Cassian away despite his protests, untangling her legs from the sheets. “At home,” she says, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. “Am I supposed to be somewhere else?”

“We haven’t seen you in two weeks,” Emerie says. “Gwyn thought your boyfriend’s weird family killed you.”

“That’s not what happened,” Nesta assures, pulling her shorts down and sitting on the toilet. “I just needed some alone time.” People are all around her these days, it seems. Her body still can’t quite adjust to it.

“Well, have you had enough—are you peeing?”

“Yeah.” She wipes and flushes the toilet.

“Well, clear your day and kick your sorry boyfriend out of your place. I can’t remember the last time I went out.”

“Why does everybody always want to go out?” Nesta says as she washes her hands. “What’s wrong with staying in, being safe, never leaving the house?” She dries her hands on a towel and returns to the bedroom, where Cassian is now sitting up and checking his emails.

“You’re preaching to the choir, but this actually wasn’t my idea,” Emerie says.

Nesta and Cassian alert at the sound of a knock from the front door. Nesta never has uninvited guests.

“Hold on a second, Em,” she says, jogging up the short set of steps to the door. She opens it to the sight of an exasperated-looking Gwyn.

“Jeez, next time send a text that you’re alive, will you?” Gwyn says, shoving past Nesta to enter the apartment. “Do you know how worried I’ve been—” She halts midsentence, one foot hovering above a step as she realizes that Nesta isn’t alone. As she sees Cassian in her bed, bare-chested and highly amused.

“Hey.” He raises a hand in greeting.

Gwyn pales.

“Hello?” Emerie calls over the line.

“You girls both share the same brain,” Nesta sighs. “Let me call you back, Emerie.”

Gwyn whirls around just as Nesta hangs up. “That won’t be necessary,” she says quickly, looking embarrassed. “I’ll be outside. I’m sorry.”

She hurries out of the apartment even faster than she came in, ducking her head to hide her face.

Nesta tosses her arms up in the air. “Great,” she says to Cassian. “Your abs scared her away.”

“But I didn’t do anything—”

She shuts the door behind her as she follows Gwyn outside, barefoot and all. She barely notices the freezing cold air or the awful press of damp grass beneath her feet as she catches up to Gwyn and grabs her elbow. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Gwyn jerks suddenly, yanking out of Nesta’s hold. Her breathing seems a little shallow, and she looks even more embarrassed for it. “It’s nothing. I just didn’t know you had someone over.”

“Cassian? He’s cool, you don’t need to be weird about him,” she tries to reassure Gwyn. “Though I did use to tell him that not everybody wants to see him shirtless all the time.”

“It’s not that,” Gwyn says, waving her off.

Nesta gestures to the apartment. “Do you want to come back inside, then? I’m sure he has clothes on by now.”

Gwyn clears her throat uncomfortably and looks down. “I’d rather not. I’m—I don’t like being around men.”

Nesta pauses, not sure if she heard right. “Like, in a ‘check the backseat of your car before getting in’ way, or…?”

“No, like I can’t be alone in a room with a man without feeling sick. It activates my fight or flight, it’s weird.” She’s carefully stiff, like she’s ready to be met with humiliation.

Nesta remembers that Gwyn has never told her about her therapy sessions before, but she knows they’re more intensive than her own weekly conversations with Lana.

“Not that I think your boyfriend is a bad person,” Gwyn adds when Nesta doesn’t respond. “He looks really nice. He sounds nice, too.”

But Nesta doesn’t care about any of that. Unsure of what to do next, she reaches out and awkwardly pats Gwyn on the arm. “Good thing you’ve never been to the cabin, then. Cassian’s brother is staying…” She trails off when she realizes none of this is relevant. “Why are you here so early?” she asks instead.

Gwyn eases up a little at the change in subject. “I missed you. We’ve barely talked since Christmas.”

Nesta didn’t realize people would take such notice to her absence. “Yeah.” She flushes. “I do that sometimes. I’ll send a message next time I go into hibernation, though.”

“You’re freezing,” Gwyn suddenly scolds, noticing how Nesta’s goosebumped arms are wrapped tightly around herself. She unzips her red hoodie and shrugs it off. “Go back inside and get dressed.” She flings the hoodie around Nesta’s shoulders before Nesta can protest. “Meet me at my car. We’re hanging out.”

Nesta knows that a last minute change of events is not the end of the world, even if it sometimes feels like it. For Gwyn and Emerie, she can bear the discomfort of unexpected plans, same as she does for Cassian. But she at least has to know: “How long will we be out?”

“You can come home after lunch.” At Nesta’s face, Gwyn adds, “Lunch will be at two and shouldn’t take more than an hour.”

Looking her friend up and down, someone who has such an easy time understanding her, Nesta nods in satisfaction. She turns around to go back inside.

***

They end up at the library where Gwyn works, in the stacks of the long-abandoned encyclopedia section.

Emerie takes a loud sip from the huge McDonald’s soda she snuck in. “So all this show was because Gwyn didn’t want to work her shift alone?”

“I just have some last minute cleanup to do,” she hisses for the third time, shoving an old book back where it belongs. “Go to the porn section if you’re so bored here.”

“Oh, I definitely will,” Emerie says. “But I’m glad that we’re congregating now, even if it’s in the most depressing part of the library. I have a present for you girls.” She hands Nesta her drink so she can dig around in her purse.

Nesta personally has no complaints. The library is quiet, it smells of paper and old ink, and it holds all her favorite books. It’s almost better than staying in.

Emerie successfully pulls out a handful of folded and wrinkled papers from her bag, smoothing them out as best she can. “One for each of us,” she says, passing the papers around.

Nesta takes her paper and stares at the header. Gwyn is the first to speak. “Pole dancing classes?”

“Why?” Nesta says.

“Well, I originally offered them to Justinian and Isaac but they said no—”

“It’s really not for me,” Gwyn interrupts, trying to pass the registration form back to Emerie. “Sorry.”

Nesta doesn’t give her form back.

“Look,” Emerie says. “I get the hesitation. We’re a handful of boring bitches who hate having fun. But don’t you think that has to change at some point?”

“I’ve known you guys a month,” Gwyn retorts. “We’ve only been boring bitches for a month. This is too much.” She turns to Nesta for help.

Nesta is still staring at the paper. Dancing—on a pole, yes, but it’s still dancing. “I’ll do it,” she says.

Gwyn looks betrayed and Emerie looks elated. “Really?” She hops up and down. “That’s two against one, Gwyn. You have to do it, too.”

Gwyn’s cheeks are turning red in frustration. “You can’t just force this on me—”

“Gwyneth,” a sharp voice interrupts their conversation. Nesta spins around to find a young woman with dark skin and bleached white curls heading in their direction, a stack of books in her arms.

She halts before Nesta and glares. “No food or drink in the library.” She looks pointedly at the 32-ounce in her hand.

“It’s not mine.” Nesta shoves the drink back to Emerie.

But the librarian has turned to Gwyn, who hides the dance class form behind her back. “And what are you doing here?” she demands.

“Just putting up a few books, Merrill,” Gwyn answers quickly.

“While socializing?” the woman named Merrill sneers.

“We were just asking for help finding the romance section. Is that a problem?” Emerie crosses her arms and steps forward, letting a little of her beautiful deadliness slip into her stance. It’s the deadliness of someone at the top of her law class, someone who will graduate in a few months with all the power she could want in the palm of her hand. Nesta gets a rush from playing the lawyer game, too, but she’s never had the kind of ambition that Emerie has. Emerie is a shark sitting around in a small pond.

Merrill is not impressed. She snatches the styrofoam cup dangling from Emerie’s hand and tosses it in the nearby trash can. She turns back to Gwyn. “Hand your badge over and clock out.”

“But I’m not done yet—”

“Now.”

“Okay,” she squeaks. She pulls her ID badge off her neck and hands it to Merrill.

Nesta gapes in disbelief. Before she can speak up, Merrill says, “No loitering in the library. If you don’t have anything you need to check out, leave.” With one final judgmental look, she turns down an aisle of dusty books and disappears.

Gwyn makes a face at her back.

“That woman is not old enough to be acting that misanthropic,” Emerie says after Merrill is gone.

“Whatever,” Gwyn mutters. The registration form is still in her hand. She crumples it into a ball and throws it into the trash. “Let’s get out of here.”

Nesta stares at the trash as Gwyn turns to leave. “Coward,” she says.

Gwyn’s head snaps toward Nesta, her auburn hair swinging. “Excuse me?”

She shrugs. “You heard me.” Emerie’s eyes bounce back and forth between the girls.

“I did,” Gwyn says. “I was just making sure this wasn’t coming from the woman who would sooner bite someone’s head off than do something she doesn’t want to.”

“Girls,” Emerie snaps before Nesta can bite back. “It’s just a stupid dance class. I thought it would be fun to do together, but it doesn’t matter anymore.” Taking Gwyn by one arm and Nesta by the other, she starts steering them out of the stacks like a stern mother. “Now let’s go eat. I’m fucking hungry.”

Gwyn’s mood from the library doesn’t recover, even as they sit down for lunch at the local diner. Nesta thinks Gwyn might actually be sick when the male waiter winks at her while taking her order, and it’s not until long after he’s gone that color returns to her face. When their food arrives, Gwyn only picks at her plate.

“What’s wrong?” Nesta finally has to ask bluntly. “You look pukey.” Did the coward comment affect Gwyn more than she let on, or was it Merrill’s attitude that threw her off?

At Nesta’s words, Gwyn becomes even more pallid. “I just don’t feel great today,” she murmurs, looking around like she’s seeking a way out of the diner. “Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to be such a buzzkill. Maybe I should go home early.”

“Absolutely not,” Emerie says. “If you’re going home, we’re going home with you.”

Gwyn bites her lip, trying to decide if she wants that or not. But something about her antsy demeanor is too familiar to Nesta, because she says, “If you really want to be alone, do you mind driving me home first? Emerie’s car is a mess.”

“You just need to move around a few papers,” Emerie protests.

But Gwyn nods distractedly, already gathering her things. “Sure, no problem.” They pay the bill and go their separate ways.

During the ride home, the sky that’s been gray all day finally breaks open, unleashing a spattering of rain over the town. Nesta watches it sprinkle while Gwyn drives in silence.

“Why are you scared of Merrill?” she eventually asks. “She doesn’t look much older than you.”

Gwyn snorts, but there isn’t much heart to it. “Merrill is my superior, but I can handle her on most days.”

“Just not today?”

Gwyn eyes Nesta warily from the corner of her eye. “No, not today. Or this week.”

Nesta chooses not to push. The dull metal of the cars surrounding them glints under the rain, and they arrive at a red light.

After a minute, she takes a breath and blurts, “I’m not always like that around guys, you know.”

Nesta watches her closely, remembering how ghostly she seemed around Cassian, then the waiter. “Keep going.”

Gwyn stares straight at the traffic ahead, her fingers turning bone white on the steering wheel. “I’m just going through a hard period. Everything upsets me and I don’t know how to think straight. It’s like my brain accidentally traveled to the past and now it’s stuck there.” She sounds shaky, breathless, and it makes Nesta wonder what exactly her mind is experiencing.

Nesta knows what it’s like to be unable to move on. Her own brain has only recently started looking toward the future. “Where are you stuck, specifically?” she asks hesitantly. Maybe she can help Gwyn navigate her way out.

Gwyn’s chin quivers. “In a dark room.” Her lips form a tight line. “Being held down. I’m outnumbered.”

Nesta’s stomach turns. “How far back is it?”

“Two years,” Gwyn whispers. “Lately I can’t even look at anything without—remembering it. Thinking about it. Every time I feel like I’m moving past it, I end up being wrong.”

The light turns green, and Nesta puts a hand on Gwyn’s knee in an attempt to ground her. “Drive,” she commands softly.

Gwyn presses down on the accelerator, but Nesta can feel her leg trembling beneath her hand. She squeezes her knee hard. Even with the dark parts of her own past, Nesta has never felt what Gwyn is feeling right now. So she tries to stick to what she knows.

“It’s like you said,” she says carefully. “You’re going through a period where your brain isn’t being friendly to you. It’s horrible, but you can live with the knowledge that it’ll be over eventually.”

Gwyn shakes her head, holding back tears. “It doesn’t work like that. Once it goes away, it’ll just come back again. And it’ll be like that for the rest of my life.”

“You’re right.” Nesta doesn’t have a solution for that, and she hates it. “You’ll never forget. You can be at the peak of your life and still remember all of it. But,” she says slowly, “whether you reach a point where it barely fazes you, or if you keep crippling under the weight of it decades later, you’ll still be normal. You’ll be a perfectly normal human.”

Gwyn lets out a tearful laugh at that. “What does that even mean?”

Shit. “It means…” Nesta tries to explain herself better. “In case you’re worried that there’s something very wrong with you, I’m here telling you that there’s not. There will never be anything wrong with you.”

Gwyn eyes her skeptically as they turn onto a residential road. “Even if I never get past one nightmare I lived years ago? Even if that nightmare defines me until the day I die?”

“That won’t happen.” Nesta’s tone is simple, factual. “But yes, even then.”

“Really? You’re not gonna tell me to live for the better days or whatever?”

“Does that sound like something that would help you? Because I can say it if it does.”

Gwyn snorts. “No.” But her limbs are steady and her eyes are clear on the road. She clears her throat. “Thank you for listening. I think I might feel a little better now.”

“Was it because of what I said?” Nesta tries not to be too hopeful.

“I wouldn’t give you that much credit,” Gwyn says, crushing her hope. “But I’m glad I told you. It makes things…a lot easier for me.” She exhales deeply.

“You know my plate is mostly empty these days.” Nesta pats her knee. “That means I’ll always have room to help carry your shit.”

They pull up to Nesta’s apartment, and Gwyn parks at the curb. “Give me your dance class thing,” she says suddenly.

Frowning, Nesta pulls the wrinkled paper out of her purse and hands it to Gwyn.

Gwyn smooths it out on the steering wheel and grabs a pen from a cupholder, clicking it. “If you’re going to help carry my shit, I guess I have time for pole dancing now.”

“But that’s mine,” Nesta protests as Gwyn starts filling out the form.

“It can be both of ours,” she says, writing Nesta’s name under hers.

“Really?” Nesta grins with an excitement that she doesn’t easily feel. “You’re going to do it with us?”

“Why would I let you do it without me? So I can become the third wheel in our girl group?” She gives Nesta a look that says No way in hell.

Nesta rolls her eyes. “That would never happen to you.”

“Sure,” Gwyn drawls. She finishes the form and folds it in half before pocketing it. “I’ll give this to Emerie as a gift.” She leans over to peck Nesta on the cheek. “Now get home. Love you.”

Nesta turns red at the words and coughs. “Thanks for the ride,” she responds, getting out of the car.

“Say it back!” Gwyn calls after her. But Nesta shuts the door in her face and waves, pretending she can’t hear her. Gwyn mock-scowls at her through the window, but lets her off easy and drives away.

That’s enough feelings for today, Nesta decides. Even if her chest is swelling with emotion for her friend. It’s a sweet hurt that lingers long after she returns to her empty apartment.

***

a/n: i’m back in my no plot, just vibes era

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catelyngrant · 2 years

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it’s been *checks calendar* five weeks since my last damages crossover breakdown but I am back/still on my bullshit, same song, same verse, different fandom but a whole lot worse, etc!!! (absolutely no idea how I made it a month in the succession rabbit hole before this occurred to me honestly)

ANYWAY, Succession/Damages crossover, Patty Hewes vs. Waystar.

Post s2, Patty tracks down a handful of victims from the cruises and convinces them to file a civil suit against Waystar. She ropes Kendall into it. He is terrified but also in awe of her, she loathes him with every fiber of her being but plays him like a fiddle.

Let’s say this is set during s2-ish of Damages? Ellen still works with Patty but it’s post assassination attempt, so basically it’s them at their messiest. Anyway, Ellen is trying to play both Patty and Kendall and is trying to bring down both Patty and Waystar and it’s all very sexy.

So Logan despises Patty with the misogyny of a thousand white male billionaires and Brian Cox and Glenn Close get imaginary Emmys delivered to their doorsteps just from me imagining them in a scene together where Logan is basically foaming at the mouth but at least starts off pretending to be cooperative until Patty makes some charmingly condescending comment and then he storms out/breaks things/loses his goddamn mind at her while she just gives him a crocodile smile.

Gerri and Patty know each other - the club of super high powered female attorneys based in NYC is not a very large one - and don’t particularly like each other. Patty’s probably been sniffing around Waystar for years, and when Gerri finds out about the civil suit she goes home and drinks like five martinis in 30 minutes and considers moving to Bermuda.

Seriously though, Gerri “I don’t like mess” Kellman who at least pretends to play by the rules vs. Patty “I tried to kill my protégé to cover up my mess that involved at least one dead person and a dead dog but she survived and now she’s working for me again even though she knows I tried to have her murdered” Hewes??? In a situation where Patty is determined to not just win but to personally destroy Logan Roy, his empire, his legacy, and wipe him and his entire family clean of their fortune? Yeah, Gerri’s gonna have to get dirty or get out, and honestly I could see it going either way bc I think she values saving her own skin > winning, unlike Patty, but if Patty could take her down too, she might not have a choice but to get on her level.

Shiv is a disaster. She’s loyal to her dad but she also has always admired Patty, and they actually have a lot in common in that they sort of pretend to care about other people and in Shiv’s case she actually does think she has the moral high ground most of the time, I think? But they’re also self-serving and desperate to win. So Patty would be working the hell out of Shiv, and would probably enlist Ellen in that, too. Shiv would try to play both Logan and Patty and it would end very, very badly.

Patty would consider trying to turn Tom, but would decide against it because she wants to humiliate him and take him down, too. She does sic Ellen on Greg, who doesn’t exactly mean to end up on Team Patty but by the time he realizes how thoroughly he’s been played and how much essential info he’s given her he doesn’t really have a choice but to stick with her bc the Roys would kill him.

Kendall, of course, would start out all self-righteous and Patty would let him think that he’s the crusader here, etc., but that would only play out for so long. At some point he’d probably turn to Gerri or Frank (not Logan) when she casts him aside and he realizes how contemptible she really finds him and give them insight into how underhanded her methods are.

Roman - idk man, he’d be loyal to Logan and Gerri but he’d also probably have to excuse himself from a deposition or three to jerk off after watching Patty and Gerri in action against each other.

Ellen and Willa went to school together, bc why not? So Connor tries to make nice by inviting Ellen over for dinner and they have a very fucking awkward evening together in which it becomes clear to Connor that a) his family’s fucked, and b) Willa might be rooting for Ellen.

At some point Waystar tries to settle (Gerri, Frank, Karl, and pretty much everyone threatens to quit if Logan doesn’t make the offer) but a la Frobisher in season one, Patty is like LOL NO, so idk how it plays out past that...I kind of feel like Ellen and Shiv definitely will sleep together at one point only for Shiv to try - and fail - to stab Ellen in the back; Patty gets blackmail material of some sort over Roman and Gerri’s dynamic (she bugs their phones or sets people on their apartments or something) and that’s, uh, Not Good, and she probably also digs up the details on the waiter in England; in response, Gerri starts poking around Ray Fisk’s death and also begins trying to work Ellen, because she can tell that Ellen has an agenda of her own and might not be entirely opposed to bringing Patty down herself (reader’s choice if that works); Logan probably has a heart attack or another stroke at some point and Patty sends him a giant bouquet of flowers and he might actually die at that point; in the end it probably comes down to Gerri and Roman as the functional defense against Patty, with Ellen as a wild card (she’s telling Patty that she’s playing Team Waystar and Patty doesn’t believe it but thinks she can manipulate Ellen to her advantage anyway; Gerri and Roman don’t totally believe that Ellen only cares about bringing Patty down, not Waystar, but they also think they can use her against Patty; basically no one trusts anyone); Logan, Kendall, and Shiv are all furious but are making everything worse; Tom kidnaps Greg and they flee to Thailand and tbh they’re probably the only ones who get a happy ending.

Did I develop this entire concept because I actually short-circuited at the idea of Patty vs. Gerri? YOU BET I DID, honestly that’s the only part of this entire thing that matters the rest is just lagniappe!!!

#a TYPE? who ME???#damages #succession #patty hewes #gerri kellman #ellen parsons #kendall roy #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #headcanons

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warnings: sailor language, suggestive themes/mentions of sex, drinking, nicotine use, being tipsy/intoxicated. no graphic or explicit nsfw content besides basically tonguing and giving hickeys and an ass grab.

tags: karl jacobs x fem!reader

words: 1898

A/N: i wrote this thinking that both people in this fic are of drinking age; i’m not, but i thought it would be a cool idea. i can assume many adult gatherings feature alcohol, so yeah. drinking isn’t integral to the plot of this fic. also it is pre-(or post)pandemic bc it’s just a general rule of thumb to not have parties right now.

“Don’t, kill, me,” Karl warbles, setting down his bottle with a sigh. Freaks plays loud and tinny on the TV, album cover bathing those occupying the couch in a grayish light. Those occupants being just you and Karl. The room is lit with purple string lights and that one thrifted lamp with frogs on the shade he’d sworn was the best purchase he’s ever made. You’re sprawled out on the other half of the sofa, ankles crossed and a can of vodka seltzer swaying in your hand. The song changes to 20 Min by Lil Uzi and your foot bounces to the beat.

“What time is it?” You sigh, placing the nearly-empty can onto the coffee table next to your apple berry-flavored pen. He flicks his wrist towards his face.

“2:46,” he delivers, and takes a swig of the Angry Orchard in his hand. His sixth, specifically. The rest of the group had left roughly ten minutes ago, leaving the two loneliest people to drink alone. You, thoroughly tipsy, decided it was better to spend the night on his spare than pay $50 for an Uber. He agreed, of course. Why wouldn’t he?

Lifting onto your elbows, you just stare at him. He lifts an ankle to cross over the other and your eyes drop. What is his fascination with Spongebob socks?

“We should play 20 questions.”

“What?” His head swivels like a bobblehead and a giggle barely escapes your lips.

“20 questions!” You say excitedly, heaving onto your knees to look at him earnestly. “You go first.”

“Um, okay.” The song fades into Paper Planes and he bobs his head to the beat. “What’s your favorite breed of dog?”

“Shiba inu. Are you a virgin?”

The fucking tone of your voice makes him dissolve into giggles, hand pressed to his chest. You just shrug, reaching for the pen in the table. “Fair question, I think,” you say defensively. His chest heaves, but he sits up.

“No—no, I’m not a virgin.” His cheeks are red, but he’s smiling like it was an easy answer. Your mind floods with images of his long hair in your face, long fingers—a sweaty chest. You shake your head. “Okay, my turn,” he continues, giving you a weird look. “would you rather kiss Chucky Cheese or Ronald McDonald?”

“Karl!” You whine. “That is not how 20 Questions works!” You grumpily pull from your pen, blowing the smoke out of the side of your mouth. Eughk. Apple berry sucks.

“Fine, fine,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. The tell-tale guitar chords of The Adults Are Talking floods the room and his face brightens with a new question. “Have you ever been to a concert?”

“Yes, actually. The Jonas Brothers in 2009.” He wrinkles his nose, finishing his cider and dropping it onto the coffee table with a sharp noise. Your eyebrows furrow. “Don’t you dare badmouth my boys.”

“Wasn’t gonna!” He reaches for your pen and you give it to him with a slight pout on your lips that he glances at.

“Good. Where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” A grin climbs your lips.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His eyes widen and smoke curls out of his nostrils as he hands your pen back. You just shrug and pick up your discarded seltzer. “Gimme a sec to think.”

“So many places?” You tease, finishing the last drop of your drink and crushing it beneath your palm. He shrugs, mirroring you, and cracks open another cider. He seems to think, brows furrowing, as he pulls a swig from the dark bottle.

“Boat.”

“Boat,” you repeat.

“Yup.” He looks at you, gaze flickering to your lips imperceptibly fast. If you were sober you’d probably notice, but you’re not and you don’t.

“You’ve fucked on a boat?” No way. Karl Jacobs. On a boat. Having sex. What an image—

“Yeah, senior year was great for me.” More Than A Woman fills the space of the silence as you consider this. You blink, processing.

“Whose boat?” You're genuinely curious. Was it a yacht, pontoon, fishing boat? Row boat? The sudden scene of him getting his foot stuck in a fishing net while pantless clouds your vision.

“My girlfriend’s.” And that’s that on that because he’s moving on before you can open your mouth and continue the discussion of the logistics of this. “Stop investigating, perv. Now it’s my turn. Hmm— wait! Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?” A sneaky grin is on his lips and now you just want to kiss him, damn it.

“I-Uh. I think it was under the bleachers. I also had a great senior year,” you offer, scooting forward on your knees so that you’re only a foot from Karl. He looks impressed, actually.

“Who was it?”

Your eyebrow raises in question.

“Personal question or one of the 16 left, Karl?”

His cheeks heat and he looks once to the TV.

“Personal,” he mutters into the mouth of his bottle.

“It was Brian Hernandez,” you sigh, gazing off into the distance with a fond look in your eyes. You feel the end of the game of 20 questions as you see him chew on his bottom lip from your peripheral. “Dude was insatiable. Managed girls’ basketball and looked damn good doing it.”

“I managed girls’ soccer,” he says simply, uncrossing his legs. “My girlfriend was goalie.”

“How long did you guys date?” You fold your legs up underneath you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. You feel the most sober now out of all tonight.

“Dunno.” He sips at his cider. “Couple weeks maybe?”

You smirk. “Karl Jacobs puts out in the first couple weeks?” That’s hot, you don’t say. He gives you a look. “18 year old Karl was a player,” you tease, leaning forward to poke at his chest.

Smacking your hand away, he sighs and lifts a hand to tousle his hair.

“Guess he was.” Clear eyes meet yours and you take a hit from the pen that lays discarded in your palm. He watches the smoke float from your mouth. The TV screen swipes to Deceptacon and the mood quickly shifts. “So.” He turns toward you with lifted eyebrows. “You were a total nerd in highschool, huh.”

Your jaw drops. “I was not!”

“Come on; yes, you were.” He makes a face and drains half the bottle of cider. “You probably were in SpellBowl and every teacher’s pet.”

“Nice try, bitch. You were a dumb jock. I’ve seen the pictures. The yearbook pictures.” You look pointedly at his hair.

“My hair was not that bad.”

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he grumbles and pushes his hand through his long curls. “Just a little… short.” It’s your turn to make a face.

“A buzz cut nearly to your scalp is more than short.” He huffs at you and finishes the cider just as the song switches. “Anyways.” You don’t really have anything to say, actually. Too busy thinking about teenage Karl smacking tennis rackets around and fielding lost soccer balls for his girlfriend. She’s long gone, right?

“Are you wearing lingerie?” Karl asks suddenly and you look up. He stares pointedly at your chest and you move a hand to pat at your stomach.

“Oh,” you start, and flick the last three buttons open, fabric falling to reveal a baby blue lace corset. “Yeah.” He can’t seem to stop imagining what’s underneath it. Fuck. “Do you like it?” The tone in your voice is taunting and he has to look away.

He clears his throat and places the second glass bottle onto the coffee table.

“Yes.”

You rise onto your knees and pull your arms out of the button-up, letting it fall back on the couch.

“Do you want to touch it?” You're looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, he realizes, and you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re not asking if he wants to touch the corset; you’re asking if he wants to touch you.

“Can I?” He glances at you warily. You just nod, and it’s then that you’re shuffling forward. The material is soft on his fingertips when he brushes a hand across your torso. “Silk,” he mumbles, and stares, transfixed, at the loopy flower pattern crawling across your waist in shades of milky blue. You just hum and watch. He realizes suddenly when he traces a finger up on the ridge of the neckline that you’re not wearing anything underneath it. It makes him stop in his tracks, neck flushing. “Are-are you—,”

“Wearing a bra? No, I’m not.” You lay a hand on his shoulder, hoisting one leg over his thighs and settling down comfortable on his lap. He bristles then relaxes as you slide a hand up into his scalp. “Do you want me to show you?”

He glares at you, barely annoyed, and shifts so that his large hands rest in the curve of your waist. Poison starts in the speakers as his eyebrow raises.

“Do you normally wear corsets when we all hang out?” A lock of your hair moves past your cheek as he brushes it out of the way. His mouth tilts into a smirk. You seem to think about it, lips pursed, and grip both his shoulders in your hands.

“Only when I’ve got someone to impress.” A hand on your lower back presses insistently and you fall further into his lap.

“Who are you here to impress, Y/N?” He’s barely an inch from your mouth now, and can’t seem to keep his eyes on one part of your face. Cool breath fans onto your cheeks and they warm. God, he’s even cuter up close.

“You,” barely passes your lips before he’s taking the side of your neck into his hand and stretching to connect your lips with his own.

Cherry, you think. Cherry chapstick, that cheeky bastard. Taking your wrist in his hand, he loops it up and around his neck. You’re making a noise into his mouth, you realize, right as he’s sliding a hand down to the side of your thigh and gripping it between his long fingers. You shiver as he pulls away too soon, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth before sinking his teeth into your neck. The gasp that leaves your mouth is surprisingly loud and your cheeks flush further. He just hums, pleased, and stretches an arm to the opposite side of your waist to hug you closer. Warm lips move on the skin of your neck and his tongue darts out few and far between the kisses.

“Fuck,” he breathes when your hips jerk forward once.

“Sorry,” you whisper up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut. “reflex.”

He grins against your neck and moves to grip an ass cheek in his palm.

“Your reflex to me licking a hickey is to grind into my crotch?” he teases. You just have to nod, lips parted, as he soothes another bruise with his tongue.

“Karl.” He seems to either not hear you or ignore you for he’s removing himself from your neck and connecting your mouths once more. “Karl,” you stutter between kisses, and he squeezes at your ass.

“Yes?” His lips are bitten and puffy when he pulls away, a smug look on his beautiful face.

“Take off my corset.”

He looks between your face and the lingerie, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comment what you think !

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