#i think you'd also be hard pressed to talk me out of my opinion

[deakyjoe]

Pattern Breaker

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Reader (afab)

Category: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, idiots in love

Summary: A love confession turns to more once Bob knows you’re interested.

Warnings: 18+, smut (!!), protected p in v sex, f receiving oral (pussy eating king), vaginal fingering, grinding/dry humping, handjob, kissing, groping, scratching/marking, Bob fucks, love confessions, fluff, talks of bad dates, reader described as having hair and being shorter than Bob (but nothing else), swearing/cursing - let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 7.1k (it kinda ran away from me)

A/N: My humble contribution to the Bob Fucks Agenda 🫡

Consider buying me a coffee :)

Bob Floyd was head over heels in love with you.

Yet he had no idea what series of mistakes had landed him here. In the Hard Deck. With you. Sat next to him. In a tight booth. Your thigh pressed up against his. Tracing patterns with the tip of your finger on the back of his hand. Many would argue that this didn't seem like a bad thing. Why would something so intimate with someone he was in love with be a mistake? Well, the issue was that you were doing it in a totally platonic way.

You were doing it mindlessly too, as you engaged in idle conversation with Phoenix opposite you, which almost made it worse. Bob Floyd's brain was whirring at a million miles per second over something you were doing without even thinking about it. It took every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from moving. Closer to you or further away, he didn't know. But he tried to stay still. So very still. Just so you'd keep doing it.

He was also desperately trying to pay attention to the story you were telling Phoenix, about the latest bad first date you'd been on. It appeared to be a regular thing with you. A string of first dates where you knew before you'd even ordered the entrées that they wouldn't be the right guy for you. And you always had valid reasons, at least in Bob's opinion.

"He told me he doesn't like sunsets." You groaned. "Like, who doesn't like sunsets?"

Bob personally loved sunsets.

Phoenix frowned at you. "Did he give a reason why?"

Bob imagined that Phoenix was feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. After all, she was the one who'd set you up with this guy. But he was thankful for it. He didn't know what he'd do with himself when you finally managed to find the right guy and it wasn't him.

"Something about the day ending and having a mindset about being on the grind I think, I don't know." You sighed, pausing your finger's movement against the back of Bob's hand for a moment before carrying on. He almost had a heart attack when you pressed your cheek into his shoulder and started leaning against him as well.

"Sorry it didn't work out. I can find you another guy maybe, umm..." Phoenix trailed off with a thoughtful hum.

But you waved her off. "No, it's okay. I think I'm done with blind dates for now."

Bob's head snapped towards you. Oh?

"If you're sure." Phoenix started to rise from the table, pressing her hands into the wooded surface. "I think I'm gonna call it a night. See you two tomorrow."

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow." You smiled at her, nudging Bob with your elbow when he stayed silent.

He flinched away from you. "Ow! What? Oh. Yeah, goodnight."

Phoenix's eyes flicked between the two of you, an amused huff leaving her mouth before she gave you both a mock salute and left the bar.

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment as you relaxed against Bob's shoulder a little more.

"What about you? Ready to call it a night?" You asked, turning to rest your chin on his bicep so you could look up at his face.

He glanced at you briefly, turning away again when he realised how close your faces were in that position and cleared his throat. "No, I'm good here for a little longer. If you are?"

You nodded and sat up, extracting yourself from his touch completely. Bob almost sobbed at the loss of contact.

"Yeah, I'm good." You paused to take him in, how he wasn't looking directly at you. He did that sometimes. You always figured he was just a little awkward about eye contact. Which was a shame considering his eyes were your favourite shade of blue.

Bob did flicker his eyes towards you then, wondering why you were staring at him silently. "Are you okay?"

You shrugged. "I kinda wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah?" He turned to face you properly, knees angled towards you to show that you had his full attention. "What about?"

You looked at him for a few seconds too long, enough to make him anxious and you think that maybe you'd given something away with your eyes. "You know how when we met we just clicked?"

Bob was surprised at that question. But he knew exactly what you meant. So he nodded. "Yeah."

You scrunched your nose and looked away from him for a second. "Well, I'm not clicking with any of these guys I'm going on blind dates with."

He knew that, you’d said as much. So he really didn't know where you were going with this. "Okay...”

"I just wish it was as easy as it was with you. Like we just work together so perfectly, I don't even feel like I'm trying with you."

He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, looking sideways at you. "Uh-"

Your eyes widened and you were quick to clarify, hands held up in apology. "And not like I don't put any effort into it with you but just like I don't feel as if I'm constantly trying to make it work, y'know?"

He nodded again. "Sure."

You sighed frustratedly. "Do you get what I'm trying to say here, Bob?"

"Not really." He shook his head and gave a weak, apologetic smile.

You chuckled. "I'm trying to say that I've never clicked with a guy like I have with you."

"Right." He straightened up.

"But we're just friends." You said slowly.

He hesitated. "Mhm."

You squinted at him. "To cut it short I'm trying to say that I think I'm in love with you."

Bob could have fallen out of his seat.

"Oh!"

Now, that caught him really off guard.

"Well, I'm trying to figure out my feelings for you. Because they're certainly more than friendly!" You laughed quietly. "Which isn't really fair. To me or to you. But it's gotta be done because I'm sick of not clicking with men and being on dates where I'm just constantly thinking of how much easier it would be if I were sat across from you instead."

Bob ignored most of your rambling, fixating on one little statement. "Why's it not fair?"

Your face crumpled momentarily. "It's going to make it awkward for you if I am in fact in love with you. And it's unfair for me because I might be in love with a guy who only views me platonically."

Bob looked at you for a moment, eyes wide and almost pleading, and uttered your name softly.

You frowned. "What?"

He gave you a meaningful look.

"You do view me platonically, right?" You leant backwards. "Right?"

He glanced away from you before looking back, giving a short and sharp shake of his head. No.

The world shook around you.

"But- but you never made a move. I thought that you..." You trailed off into distressed thought.

"Oh, I made moves. Just not very obvious ones apparently." He cleared his throat with a quick cough, scrunching his face momentarily in embarrassment.

"Why did you never just say?"

"I guessed that you weren't interested since you never seemed to reciprocate my- my moves." He scratched at the back of his neck, feeling embarrassed at the thought of his moves.

"But I'm all over you!" You exclaimed. "I'm so touchy!"

He froze and turned to you stiffly. "I thought you were just like that. With everyone!"

"Have you ever seen me touch another human being half as much as I touch you?" You said monotonously.

"Well..." He thought about it. He hadn't. You gave hugs, sure. But you certainly didn't stand with your head resting on anyone's shoulder, arms wrapped around their bicep like you did with him. You didn't sit next to anyone, legs resting over their thighs, like you did with him. You definitely didn't trace patterns on the back of anyone's hand like you had been with him earlier.

You let him think about it for a few moments before interrupting his thoughts. "You didn't answer my question. Why didn't you just say?"

Bob looked deep into your eyes, recognising the look of regret he could feel within himself. "By the time I had the courage to... the friendship was already solidified. And I thought it would ruin it."

"Oh, Bob." You smiled widely at him. "You should've said something. I had a huge crush on you when we first met."

Have a huge crush. Have.

He perked up slightly. "You did?"

No. Do.

"Yeah! I buried it after a while because I figured you weren't interested. And now I'm realising that I'm probably in love with you anyway." You found it almost funny how the two of you seemed to be in the exact same situation and yet had no idea how the other was feeling.

He decided to be honest. "It would certainly brighten my day if you were."

You had a thought suddenly. "Walk me home?"

Bob felt a sense of whiplash from the rapid change in topic. But didn't question it. "O-okay."

You grinned at him and motioned for him to get up, following him out of the booth and grabbing his hand once you were stood next to him. Not having to worry about closing out a tab with Penny since you'd been paying for drinks each time you ordered, you didn't hesitate in dragging him behind you out the back door of the Hard Deck and onto the beach.

You took a glimpse at Bob next to you, finding him already watching you. "Figured we could do the moonlit beach walk on the way back to my place."

He just nodded, not missing the way you were still grasping onto his hand as the two of you started walking in the direction of your home. The moonlight beach walk wasn't an uncommon occurrence between the two of you. You'd done it countless times before, in fact. It was just a nice thing to do that happened to involve some nice views that you both enjoyed. It just felt different this time, Bob thought to himself.

He had to ask. "Your last blind date, did he really not like sunsets?"

You looked at him, delighted by the seemingly random question. "Yeah. How off-putting is that?!"

"Very." Bob mumbled. "Y'know... I really like sunsets."

Ah, you saw what he was getting at.

"I know." You chirped. "I'll never forget the sunset on the day we met when you explained that the reason they're so colourful is because of the way the light scatters through the atmosphere. It was very purple that night."

His eyebrows shot up. He'd forgotten he'd told you that. But you were right. It had been very purple. He'd watched you take about thirty photographs of the sky. And knew then that he was in trouble.

The rest of the walk back to your place was quiet, a few passing comments made between the two of you as you pointed out a cute dog and Bob showed you where new flowers were beginning to blossom on a tree you regularly saw. Your hands stayed intertwined the whole time, swinging gently between your bodies.

It was easy. Just how it should be.

Silence shrouded the two of you as you approached your front door, wondering what was supposed to come next. Bob was still hung up on your sudden abandonment of your conversation back at the Hard Deck as you stopped at your door. Why had you dropped it?

The question escaped him as you suddenly tugged him a lot closer, so your chests almost touched, and lowered your voice.

"Come inside."

It wasn't proposed as a question, or even a request, but as more of a statement. Like you were telling him that he should follow you into your home to find out what happens next. Because of this, Bob could only reply with one thing.

"Okay."

There was no turning back now.

You beamed at him and rushed to unlock your door, flicking on a light switch once it was open and ushering him in behind you. Bob had been to your place countless times before, even crashed on your couch once or twice after nights there had run a little too long, but this time felt different. Just like the walk on the beach had.

He supposed it was because of what the two of you confessed earlier that night. But he still couldn't shake the thoughts about the fact that the conversation hadn't carried on to a point where he knew what was going to happen next between the two of you. Bob wanted answers. And he guessed that they were hidden in the depths of your home.

You guided him to your kitchen, offered him a drink which he politely declined, and stopped suddenly in the middle of the room to turn on your heel and look at him.

"Do you know why I asked you back here?"

He stilled a few paces in front of you. "Honestly? No."

You smiled at that. "Because I decided that I am."

Bob was even more confused. "Am what?"

You barked out a laugh like you suddenly realised you'd left out half of your sentence and that what you'd said had made no coherent sense. "In love with you. Absolutely head over heels. One hundred per cent.”

He said nothing in reply, sensing that you had more you wanted to say. He was right.

"And I wanted to be able to explore that possibility for us without prying eyes. In the privacy of my home." You huffed, slightly frustrated. Bob took a single step towards you. "I don't- I don't know how to say this."

He closed the gap, hands resting on your arms to reassure you. You'd never struggled to tell him anything and he certainly didn't want that to start now. "It's me. You can say anything to me. You know that. It's okay."

When you met his gaze again, your eyes were slightly glassy with tears. But you blinked them away. They were angry tears at yourself for taking this long to get to this point with him. It should've happened so much sooner.

Your eyes flickered to his lips. Bob knew what that meant, he was feeling it himself, but wanted you to say it.

Letting out a slightly shaky laugh, you composed yourself. "You might need to let me spiral and talk for a minute."

He smiled softly, surprised he wasn't doing his own spiralling and talking in this situation. "That's okay."

You nodded and sighed. "Okay, so. I don't want things to change between us. Well, I do. But, like, not everything. I still want us to be us. I still want to be able to tell you everything and have easy conversations and just go for walks on the beach and talk about meaningless things and have you explain stuff to me that you think I'll find interesting and sit close to each other just because we can not because we have to."

You stopped for breath and Bob felt like he was having to restrain his heart from bursting out of his chest.

"We'll still just be me and you and things will be easy between us. Like they always have been. But now... instead of sleeping on my couch after late nights, you'll- you'll sleep in my bed. And we'll kiss and, god, have a lot of sex I hope."

Bob chuckled at that and you joined him, happy to see that he wasn't freaking out at everything you were saying.

"We'll still be me and you but just... evolved. Right?"

Bob had started the evening knowing he was head over heels in love with you. He couldn't believe the night was ending with that love somehow growing even more, combining with yours to create some force that defied the laws of nature. The room was practically swimming in it, he could feel it prickling at the surface of his skin and taste it on the top of his tongue.

He nodded firmly at you. "Me and you but evolved."

You visibly relaxed under his hands and smiled giddily up at him. "Great, can you kiss me now?"

You didn't have to ask Bob twice.

The kiss started off sweet, almost innocent. A few, slightly open mouthed, pecks as the two of you giggled against each other. It was something new for the two of you. So even thought it felt right, it was still new territory to explore. But it didn't take long for it to take a turn. As soon as you opened your mouth fully to lick gently against Bob's lips, it was like something in him snapped.

An arm snaked around your waist and tugged you flush against him, chest to chest, and his other hand tangled in the back of your hair. His nose crammed into your cheek, his glasses falling slightly askew, as he licked into your mouth hotly with his head angled down to meet you halfway.

Your head whirled with the thought that he was good at this. Bob Floyd was an extraordinarily good kisser. Why hadn't you done this sooner?

You let out soft moans to encourage him despite him not even seeming shy about the idea anymore. In fact, Bob had no sense of restraint left in him. He'd waited so long for this, for you. And now he was lost in the feeling of your skin against his and the sounds you were making in reply to what he was doing. Which is why he let his hands drift across you more, not anchoring his touch to any specific place.

You felt like you were on fire, no time to breathe as breaks for oxygen were mere fractions of a second long. You'd never imagined him being capable of making you feel like this so quickly. Your lower abdomen burning with desire and your panties already practically soaked through. And he hadn't even touched you intimately yet. You could only hope that you were having half the same effect on him.

Bob's hands lowered themselves slowly, tracing along your ribcage, circling your waist, gripping at your hips, before he tentatively let them rest on your ass. You hummed in motivating appreciation and pushed yourself up even more to kiss him impossibly harder. He took that as a good sign, fingers digging into the flesh beneath them and rocking your pelvis towards his. Where you found that he was hard.

A noise rumbled in your chest, leaking out as a high pitched whine directly into his mouth.

Bob pulled away with a slight look of concern in his eyes which now held almost no trace of the blue shade you'd come to adore, pupils blown wide enough to engulf his irises. "Is this too much? We can slow down."

You shook your head, slowing down being the last thing you wanted. "No, I'm just surprised that you're so... handsy. I always thought you were a gentleman."

"Oh." He blushed a deep red, the colour reaching the tips of his ears. "I'm just eager, I guess. We can wait. I mean, I can wait. If it's too much."

You leaned back in closer to him, lips brushing across his. "Don't you think we've waited long enough?"

He did.

Somehow the second round of kissing was even more searing, almost consuming, than the first. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand gripping tightly onto his hair and tugging occasionally. Bob didn't let up squeezing at your ass after he'd realised that the sound you'd made previously was one of pleasure and not pain, rocking your hips into his a couple times more for good measure.

When his lips moved to trail a line of kisses down your jawline and onto your neck, your eyes practically rolled back into your head. This was too good to be true. You were stood in your kitchen, at almost midnight, and Bob was sucking a hickey into your neck. How was this even real?

You realised that if you didn't move soon then the two of you were going to end up fucking on the kitchen floor. And whilst you weren't totally against the idea, you figured you should at least offer him the comfort of a bed for your first time together.

"Bedroom, Floyd. Now." You gasped, grasping his hair to pull him away from your neck. But when you got a good look at him, you almost abandoned the idea completely. His hair was ruffled from where you'd been pulling at it, his glasses sat crookedly on his nose, his face was flushed a rosy pink, his lips were swollen and kiss bitten, and his eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them. He was a sight to behold.

You snapped back to reality, fixed his glasses so they sat correctly on his face, clenched your legs together, and grabbed a fistful of his shirt to tug him behind you towards your bedroom. Bob, of course, had no complaints about this and followed you very happily. After watching you kick off your shoes as the both of you scurried down your hallway, he did the same. Not many thoughts were occurring in his brain at that moment, not any clean ones anyway, but one thing was certain as he looked at you: he'd never wanted someone more.

The bedroom door slammed shut behind him and before he had the chance to take in any of his surroundings he was pressed up against it and your lips were on his again, your hands desperately clutching at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it from his pants.

"Why- do- you- always- wear- your- uniform?" The question was asked between fiery kisses. Not that you were complaining. You loved to see him in his uniform. But he always looked so formal.

Bob waited until you were too distracted trying to unbuckle his belt to kiss him so he could get his answer out fully. "You once told me I look handsome in it."

You paused and tilted your head up to look at him. Taking in his open expression, you could tell that he was being honest. "God, I fucking love that you listen to me."

He laughed momentarily before his jaw snapped shut and he swallowed thickly as you began fumbling with his belt buckle again. "Your hands are shaking."

The observation was simple but had you freezing anyway. "Care to help a girl out then?"

Bob could tell that you were getting anxious, nerves suddenly overruling the initial excitement and lust. He could understand. He was currently running on the high of you dragging him to your bedroom. Maybe you also needed something like that to keep you going.

He glanced over your shoulder towards your bed and nodded towards it. "Lie down."

Bob watched as the fire quickly re-ignited in your eyes and you did as you were told, bouncing on the mattress as you sprawled yourself across it. Undoing his belt completely, he took a few steps towards you until he stood between your open legs.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows to watch him eagerly. The mattress dipped as he knelt on it and crawled across it until he was hovering over you.

You hummed quietly, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. "Hmm, I like this position."

He leaned in close, as if going to kiss you. "I thought you might."

His voice was low, rumbling deep in his chest. It was a tone you'd only had the privilege of hearing a few times before. During late nights when he was tired and could barely keep his eyes open as you continued to talk his ears off with meaningless nonsense but did so anyway just so he could listen to you talk. When he'd held you close to him during crowded nights at the Hard Deck and spoken directly into your ear so you could hear him over the sounds flooding the place. Moments that were intimate between you both but you'd been too oblivious to see as more than platonic.

It was the voice that Bob Floyd used to flirt with you.

You pulled back, wide eyed, to get a good look at him. "Oh, my god. You have made moves."

His brows scrunch for a moment, a confused laugh bubbling out of him. "Yeah, I said so earlier."

"I know but that voice." You poked his chest accusingly. "It's your flirty, sultry, bedroom voice! You've used it on me before!"

"It's not my-" He paused, thinking about it for a second, and then shrugged. "Oh, yeah. Maybe you're right."

"I like it, it's hot. Do it again." You giggled when he rolled his eyes, reaching your hands up to start unfastening the buttons on his shirt.

"And what would you like me to say?" His voice dipped back down to the low tone and you had to suppress a shiver.

"Anything. I just like hearing you talk." You reached the last button and helped him slide the shirt from his shoulders, revealing a white undershirt that you knew always resided underneath. The brown uniform shirt was discarded somewhere on your bedroom floor.

"How about how I think it's time for you to start removing some clothes? Since my shirt's off and my belt is unbuckled." His raised a finger to trace along the neckline of your t-shirt.

You whined. "Not fair. You're not even showing any skin yet. If I take my shirt off then all I've got is a bra on underneath."

Bob chuckled, low voice lost for a moment. "Is my white t-shirt not the equivalent of your bra?"

You pondered it for a moment. Maybe he was right. "Depends if you like the way my tits look in this bra as much as I like the way your biceps look in that white shirt."

He took a quick glance at his arms which were caging you into the bed, hand planted on either side of your head. "My biceps, huh?"

"A weakness of mine, I admit." You shrugged and sat up, pushing at his chest to give you some room. "Have to stop myself from biting them when I rest my head on your shoulder."

"For the record, I'd totally let you."

With a laugh you took Bob's hands in yours and guided them to the hem of your shirt, giving him a nod of confirmation. "You would now but let's be honest, it would've been a little unusual of me to just suddenly bite you before."

He tried desperately to keep eye contact with you as he pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. "Maybe, but I wouldn't have said a word of complaint."

"I'll remember that for the future." You paused and noticed his frozen stare. "You're allowed to look, y'know?"

He knew but he was holding himself back with the knowledge that he'd probably go feral once he saw you without a shirt on. Just below his eye line he could tell that the bra you were wearing was lacy and pretty much see-through. He took a deep breath before looking properly and let out a very low groan when he saw that your nipples were hard and very visible through the fabric.

Bob's dick twitched in his pants at the sight. He feared he wouldn't last very long once the two of you actually got going.

You leant back on your hands and watched him look over you. It was kind of entertaining and certainly a confidence booster for you. "Like what you see?"

His eyes met yours again. "Shut up. You know I fucking do."

That sent a ripple of heat through you. Despite knowing him for so long, you'd never heard Bob curse. He'd let out the occasional damn at big inconveniences but never anything more than that. You figured it was part of him being such a gentleman and the fact that he loved to point out that his mother raised him right.

"Careful, Floyd. That dirty mouth will get you in trouble." You flattened your back onto the bed again, pulling him down on top of you by a handful of his shirt.

"If by trouble you mean with you underneath me then I'm willing to take that risk." His voice somehow got lower, a raspy edge being added to it. It's like he knew exactly how to break you.

You grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him down to kiss you again, you'd gone too long without feeling his mouth on yours, and you revelled in the grunt he let out against your lips.

This was a whole new side to Bob that you were seeing. And you were loving it. Somehow it was still so easy, the two of you continuing to just bounce off of each other and the sexual chemistry was luckily just naturally there as well. You thought it may have been slightly awkward between you but you'd never felt so confident about sleeping with someone in your life.

Bob realised he should probably check something before the two of you got any further so pulled away momentarily. "Do you have a condom?"

"Oh, yeah! Wait, hang on-" You slid away from him, hanging over the edge of the bed to rifle through a drawer in your nightstand. Producing a small box, you waved it triumphantly at him.

"Hoping those blind dates were going to be successful, huh?" He teased, reaching out to grab your waist to drag you back underneath him. He was relieved you had the box but if you didn't then he knew it wouldn't have stopped him from doing other things to you until you were able to buy some condoms.

Your jaw dropped. "No! Just never underprepared."

"I applaud your readiness. I'm sure if the apocalypse hits then we'll be thankful for your supply of condoms."

"If the apocalypse hits then we'll be tasked with repopulating the Earth and have to have lots of unprotected sex to do so." You bit back playfully, glad to see when his eyes fluttered shut momentarily at the mention of doing it raw. "Oh, you like that thought, huh?"

"You caught me. Guilty." He raised a hand in surrender before gesturing at you. "Now let's get naked so we can have lots of protected sex."

You had to fight back a surge of laughter but let a few giggles escape when you found Bob looking at you with an amused look of his own. You were glad that the two of you were still able to joke and be you even in an intimate moment like this, relieved that it didn't suddenly become serious.

Clothes were discarded and quick kisses were exchanged as the two of you inched closer and closer to where you both really wanted to be. After your bra had been unclasped and thrown into the void with every other item of clothing, and Bob had thoroughly explored your chest with both his hands and mouth, you fell back onto the bed with him on top of you for another round of kissing. It's like the two of you couldn't keep your lips separated for longer than necessary.

His bare chest pressed into yours, a sheen of sweat gliding between you, as he rocked his hips against you, grinding his hard length into your clothed pussy.

If you'd told Bob at the beginning of the evening that this was how his night would end then he would've laughed and told you he didn't believe you. But now that he was here, he couldn't have imagined it any other way. That's what made him realise that enough was enough.

He suddenly broke the kiss and sat up again, kneeling in between your legs. Hooking two fingers into the waistband of your panties, he made eye contact with you. "May I?"

You nodded vigorously.

Bob shook his head. "Words."

You could've orgasmed right there and then. "Yes, you can."

He took that answer and started to slide your panties down your legs slowly, helping you to lift your hips to get them off easier. Once they reached your ankles he plucked them off and cast them aside, planting a quick kiss on your calf before lowering your legs either side of him again.

You reached for the condoms to pass them to him, aware that you were only the one step of removing his underwear away before he'd finally be inside you.

But he pushed your hand aside, choosing instead to slide his palms down your thighs. "In a minute."

"We haven't got forever, y'know. Get on it." You laughed, curious as to what he was doing.

"Gotta get you ready first." He mumbled, pushing your legs apart so he could see better.

Oh? "I can assure you that I'm plenty ready and wet and would like your dick inside me now please."

"So polite." He hummed with a smile on his face. "And I can see how wet you are. Just gotta make sure that you're relaxed enough to take me."

"Somebody's confident about their size, huh?"

He laughed as he shook his head. "Would you rather me not go down on you?"

As much as you were teasing him not to, you very much wanted him to. "Fine, if you insist." You replied with a sigh and an exaggerated roll of your eyes.

Bob almost chuckled, but when he looked up into your eyes again he was met with an angelic vision. You were stretched out on the bed, naked, for him. All for him. He reminded himself to thank the universe at some point. But, before that, he needed to thank you by making you come.

He shuffled back on the bed, moving your legs over his shoulders as he did so, and laid flat on his stomach before you. And got to work.

Bob practically devoured you.

You writhed underneath his grasp, one of his arms thrown across your stomach to keep you in place, as he licked and sucked at you. Your clit throbbed against his tongue as he flicked it from side to side over the sensitive spot. One of your hands flew to tangle in his hair as your legs trembled on either side of his head.

"Oh- oh, my god." You panted, chest heaving with laboured breaths. You looked down at him to see that his glasses had fogged up. You let out a slightly strangled laugh at him as he decided to slide a finger into you at that moment.

"Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, fuck." You gasped and collapsed back onto the pillows.

Bob moaned into you and you let out a cry at the feeling of the vibrations running through you. His finger pumped in and out of you. Slowly at first before he increased the pace and then, once you were somehow even wetter, introduced a second finger.

And with two of his fingers inside of you, bending slightly to hit that sweet spot inside of you, along with his tongue making tight little circles on your clit, it didn't take long for the pressure to build in your lower abdomen and then suddenly explode through you. Your body shook with pleasure, a tidal wave of profanity and primal noises escaping your mouth.

Bob gave you no time to rest though, surging up your body and kissing you again, giving you a taste of yourself which had you moaning into his mouth. When he pulled back again, you smiled. His glasses were still foggy.

"Can you even see through these?" You asked, reaching up to take them off of him. Wiping gently at the lenses with your bedsheets, you awaited an answer.

"Not really. I usually take them off for this kind of thing. But I forgot. In the excitement." He looked away from you, embarrassed. Funny how he could still be shy despite having just eaten you out like no one else had before.

You hummed quietly, taking his face in your hands to direct him to kiss you again after you'd placed his glasses down on your nightstand as you wrapped your legs around the backs of his and bucked your hips up towards him. "Are we going to do something about you now? Because I know you've been hard since we first kissed."

"I was hoping you hadn't noticed how quickly that happened." The low, raspy voice was back and you felt yourself melting a little on the inside.

"Difficult not to when we were practically dry humping in the middle of the kitchen." You trailed a finger down his torso over his, extremely sculpted, abs and stopped at the waistband of his boxers, hooking the tip of your finger inside.

He watched what you were doing. "I did get a little carried away there, granted."

You paused, asking him the silent question of approval to carry on, before slipping your hand into his underwear and grabbing him. His skin was soft and velvety under your palm and, before you even had the chance to start stroking him, his dick twitched in your hand. "Mmm... so sensitive, Bobby."

He whimpered quietly, squeezing his eyes shut.

You reached for the box of condoms again, realising this probably wouldn't last very long if you did much else with your hand, and pulled one foil wrapper out. Quietly uttering his name to get him to open his eyes again, you pushed the condom against Bob's chest. "Put it on."

He didn't reply, didn't need to reply, just followed your instructions and did as he was told. Straightening up again into a kneeling position, he flailed around a little in an attempt to kick his underwear off. You tried not to laugh. When he succeeded, he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto himself in one smooth motion. And then he positioned himself over you, notching the tip of his length at your entrance.

He looked down at you for confirmation to go ahead.

You had one last teasing comment. "Your confidence in your size was warranted."

He huffed out a laugh. "I'd be insulted in your lack of confidence if I didn't love you so much."

Warmth bloomed through your chest. It had been implied several times throughout the night but hearing the words come out of his mouth meant so much more. He loved you.

You beamed up at him. "Glad to know that your love for me overrides any possible offence. I'll be using that to my advantage in future. Now please fuck me, I'm going crazy here."

Bob adored the way you were able to flip a conversation so easily. But he was glad you'd said it as he was beginning to experience his own temporary insanity being on the brink of having sex with you but not quite being there just yet.

He pushed into you slowly at first and then all at once, not being able to hold himself back. Once he'd bottomed out he paused for a moment, a choked groan leaving his throat. You whined at the stretch, glad for the previous orgasm prepping you for this.

"Just- just give me a second." Bob warned you, hanging his head as he took deep breaths.

Patiently, you waited.

Thankfully, it didn't take long for him to get a grip of himself as he eased out of you before slamming back in again. You gasped at the sensation. He set a pace, a steady yet almost brutal one. The loud sounds of sex filled the room and you hoped your neighbours were long asleep.

Bob buried his face in your neck, using his elbows to keep himself from smothering you. The noises he let out into your skin were heavenly and you were thankful that they weren't too muffled. You clawed as his back, making scratches that you'd have to apologise profusely for the next day.

"Fuck, harder please. Please harder." You didn't think it was possible for him to go any harder, the way he pounded into you already making the headboard shake, but you begged him to anyway. And somehow he found a way.

Your skin prickled with a burn where he slapped against you, one of his large hands sliding down to grip harshly at the flesh of your ass in order to pull you impossibly closer to him. He continuously hit that sweet spot inside of you, your eyes rolling back in your head at the feeling. The pressure was steadily building in your stomach, getting tighter and tighter with every thrust of Bob’s hips.

You clung onto his shoulders tightly as you plummeted off the edge, your thighs locking in on either side of him to lock him in place. Bob paused his movements for a second, feeling you clench around him as your throat formed a silent scream that came out as a gasp, and only started up again when you relaxed beneath him.

He pulled away from your neck to look down at you, finding a giddy smile on your face. He kissed you, all teeth and tongues, as he pumped into you a few more times before spilling into the condom. And then he collapsed on top of you.

The two of you stayed there for a couple of minutes, both catching your breath.

“I’m glad you had so many failed dates.” Bob whispered into the glistening skin of your chest.

You laughed quietly. “Me too.”

He eased himself up slowly, pulling out of you with a hiss, to dispose of the condom. “Do you think Phoenix purposely set you up on bad dates so you’d admit your feelings for me?”

You thought about it for a second. “Probably. She knows I’ve had a crush on you for forever. And I can’t think of any other good reason that she’d set me up with a sunset hater.”

Bob pulled back the covers on the bed and gestured for you to get in, crawling in beside you. “Can’t believe that guy.”

“I know!” You laughed and turned on your side to look at him. “Wished she’d done it sooner then we could’ve been doing this for a lot longer.”

He joined in on your laughter. “Trust me, we’ll have plenty of time now to be doing this a lot more.”

You smiled. “I’m glad.”

He smiled back. “Me too.”

You scooted closer to each other, limbs tangling together into one big mess, softs words of love exchanged between you as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.

A/N: this is the longest thing I think I’ve ever posted as a single thing… hope you enjoyed!

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[daenysx]

please, please give me some interaction, i'd like to know about your opinions, positive or not. it matters a lot to me, i'd be so happy if you share anything with me. also my inbox is always open in case you'd like to send something.

honestly i don't know what came over to write something like this but here it is, a little concept for modern!aemond. nsfw.

my masterlist

modern!aemond loves having sex with you.

he loves the way you hold onto him when he fucks you deep into the mattress. he loves the way your legs trap his waist and pull him closer to your body. he welcomes the restriction your legs give him and presses his hips harder.

he loves the way you always kiss his neck and his shoulders. he knows that you love holding onto his muscular body when you lose yourself in your pleasure. you press soft, little kisses on his muscles unconciously as he makes your eyes close. he thinks the kisses as a way of communication during sex. it's how you tell him you are happy with his movements, with the way he gives you pleasure.

he loves the way your hands always pull his hair lightly. it gives you the perfect angle to kiss his neck, the spot beneath his ear, and his sharp collarbones. his hair has the perfect length for you to wrap it around your fingers and he loves the feeling in his scalp.

he loves how your body reacts to him. your skin is covered with thin layer of sweat. your hair becomes a little mess quickly and your beautiful body moves gracefully under him. he loves how easy it is to get you wet under his long, skilled fingers. he loves how you arch your pretty waist to him when you can't take it. he loves how hard your nipples get when he presses kisses on them. he fucking loves how swollen your clit gets when he teases it relentlessly.

he loves the sounds you make. your sweet moans, your muffled voice when you try to tell him what you want, your pretty voice calling for his name. it's all for him and he loves it. he encourages you to talk to him during sex, tell him what you like or don't like, tell him what you want him to do. he secretly loves it when you're being a little brat, and the way you tease him. his little vixen knows all of his weaknesses and he gets even harder for you when you tease him like it's possible.

he loves the way you take control. your fingers squeeze his cock and skillfully touch his tip. your hands cup his ass to pull him closer. your hips roll perfectly when you move on top of him. he loves it when you hold his hands on top of his head as you ride him. he loves how you let go around him and how you kiss his chest when you lean into him.

he loves your orgasms. he loves the endless ways he can give you relief. he can eat you out until you whimper for him, he can circle your clit with his thumb when he puts his fingers inside you, he can press his cock inside you and fuck you until he gets you both to your peaks. no matter how, your muscles will relax under him and around him, you will hold him close, you will kiss his lips, you will arch your back, you will moan his name deeply.

he loves when he fucks you fast and hard, or when you do the same to him. but he also loves the soft sex when he can take his time. he loves making you tired under his hands, making you relax until you forget all your problems. he also loves sleepy sex when both your bodies have that softness and laziness that comes from sleep, he presses his hard cock inside your warmness and stays there until he is desperate to move. he loves rubbing slow circles on your nipples and kissing your neck, your collarbones, and your shoulder blades if your back is turned to him.

he loves talking during sex. he loves your reactions to his praises and his endearments. he loves telling how you make him feel. he loves how he can't seem to have control over his sounds when you clench tightly around him. he loses his mind when your warmth surrounds him and he wishes he can stay inside you forever.

modern!aemond loves having sex with you.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader #aemond targaryen smut

[queerofthedagger]

I'm really curious about the Uther things you mentioned?

Ahh hey! Yeah I can talk on that a bit (for context, I think I said that I do find his character intriguing and that my opinion on him has evolved quite a bit, influenced by mostly disagreeing with what a lot of people tend to say?)

So the thing about Uther is that I feel people tend to either go "He's evil, everything he does at any given time is evil, I hate him and there is nothing more to it," or they go "Oh but he loved his children!!!" in a kind of, redeeming-quality-kind of sense. I'm somewhat hyperbolizing, of course, but I do think fandom tends to a very black and white view.

Don't get me wrong, I hate Uther. I hate Uther with a burning passion, and I love to hate him. He's terrible. But I do think the show actually did go to quite an effort to make him complex beyond a simple "tyrannical son of a bitch" (that he was) or "Oh okay but he loved Ygraine and his kids 🥺" (which he did!).

Of course he is terrible. He murdered hundreds if not thousands of people over the guilt he could not bear to live with, that was, in the first place, the consequence of his own actions. I do believe he didn't know that the price would be Ygraine's life; he was still willing to sacrifice someone's life. Which is very Uther. Yes, at the root of that lies grief, and at the root of grief lies love, but the thing (and also imo the crux of Uther's character) is that being capable of loving people doesn't somehow, magically (ha. sorry) make you less of a bad person.

Terrible people can love other people. In fact, I think you'd be hard-pressed to find people no matter how atrocious their actions, who don't have people they love. And most people don't set out to "do something evil;" Uther, in all his atrocities, always had justifications to himself.

I think it says a lot that despite the brutal war he wrought, he was by and large not considered a bad king, per se, by his people and allies. We could dismiss all those instances where the show makes a point to reiterate this as fear of speaking up - and I'm not saying that didn't play a part - but I think that's making it too easy. There is a whole other essay on propaganda and how the war on magic worked, but I'll get to that another time. My main point is that, as uncomfortable as the thought may be considering just what horrors he wrought, he wasn't a frothing, mad bag full of cartoonish evil.

That doesn't mean that he "wasn't that bad, really." Which kind of brings me to the other side of things, the way people like to throw "Well, but he loved his kids," into the mix as a kind of. I don't know, counterpoint to the "tyrannical son of a bitch" side. And like, the thing is, he did. The thing is, that doesn't change a thing.

Yeah, Uther loved both Arthur and Morgana. We see enough proof of that through the seasons, whether it's in the Excalibur Episode where he fights in Arthur's stead at any cost, or in Le Morte d'Arthur where he openly weeps, or with Morgana in various instances to a degree where some people think he loved her more (and again, yet another essay on how his love for Arthur is tangled up so much in his guilt and the hatred that caused, but I digresss), not least in how her 'betrayal' broke him.

Ultimately, though, he also put Arthur in harm's way again and again. He certainly rarely ever told him he loved him, to the point where Arthur is shocked to hear it. He puts his children in chains and locks them away and drugs them and threatens them in all manners, he lies to them and hides the truth from them (Ygraine/Morgana's parentage in the first place) to the detriment of their well-being, and so on. His love is conditional. His love demands obedience and submission. We could argue until we're blue if that's really love in the first place, but at the end of the day, it doesn't really matter all that much.

People can love other people, and it can be entirely inconsequential, because frankly, most parents love/"love" their kids. That doesn't mean they're automatically good parents, or even good people. In Uther's case it really isn't a redeeming quality at all. It just makes him complex and interesting and multi-dimensional as the villain/antagonist. Because it makes us grapple with the really very unfortunate but inevitable fact that even terrible people are still people. They aren't some removed monster that no one can ever relate to. They love and they laugh and grieve, and they can still turn around and burn people in their frontyard on the daily without missing a beat. They can be willing to die for their children and threaten violence and exile in the next breath.

I think with Uther, at the end of the day, for me it's really both. His atrocities started out of love, and his love is steeped, inevitably, in the violence and twisted moral framework of his character; it's not an either/or thing at all, it depends on each other. And he is a goddamn son of a bitch, of course, even if every once in a bluemoon he still sheds honest tears for his unfortunate children.

#answered asks #mona rambles #tansyuduri #bbcm #merlin meta #uther pendragon #this got so long and I'm not even sure it's super coherent but yk. feel free to ask clarifying questions if you wanna lmao <3 #mona's rambling

[finniestoncrane]

Getting Head

Riddlers and Rogues x GN!Reader this is a redo of this old post here that only had 5 riddlers and a handful of rogues so i decided to do a big update with everyone i write for! request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: oral sex

💚 Riddlers 💚

arkham

daddiest of all the daddies, definitely a gentle touch. he would need talked into getting head as a form of stress relief when he's too absorbed in his work because he's not the best at taking a break. he'd be very grateful once he was over the initial irritation of having to put his tools to the side. lots of praise, holding your hair back or brushing it out of your face, easing you onto him to help set the pace. he's more than willing to teach you how to do it to his preferences perfectly. he likes pulling out to cum, just to make a mess of you. "remember how we practiced your breathing, or were you not listening during my lesson? despite your inattention, you're being so good. this is definitely where your genius lies."

capullo

this disgusting man is desperate for a sloppy bj at all times of the day. he'll whine, beg, bribe and prod you, whatever it takes to get you on your knees and doing his wishes. he's not a nice boy when you've got his cock in your mouth. it makes him a bit feral, emphasises his ego and the self-imposed power status he has. he'll slap your cheek with his dick or his hand, and will call you his slut. he likes to finish with his head pressed right to the back of your throat as you choke around him, and when he's done you better be drooling and spitting his cum out over your lips and onto your chin. "don't choke, jesus. savour this moment! you should be grateful i'm even letting you suck my cock. i'm the fucking riddler! this is a priviledge."

dano

he likes you on your knees looking up at him all angelic and sweet, something for him to corrupt finally. you have to maintain eye contact with him the whole way through because he is desperately needy for love and affection. he has a thing about wearing his mask during sometimes, for the power. he'll hold your hair and push you down onto him if he's in that kind of mood. he likes having his balls squeezed hard during because he's a sucker for pain and punishment and he loves cumming over your chest. "oh god, i'm the boss. i'll show you who's in charge here, i'm in control, i have the power. you're mine and i own you... uh... if that's ok... please..."

young justice

total sweetheart, but a whimpering simp of a man. he'll fall apart the minute you take a hold of him and about two seconds in will be asking you to slow down or loosen up or stop completely so he can gather his strength up, otherwise he'll be making a mess way too quickly. he needs constant reassurance and some validation about how pretty his dick is, and if you could also lie and say he's the biggest you've ever seen that would help too. "was it... good for you? it was very good for me but you are so important... to me... so... am i a good boy?"

gotham

honestly, he could get off without the sucking or licking and have his needs fulfilled entirely by cockwarming in your mouth. otherwise, it can get too overstimulating for him and send him into a little tizzy. either way, the whole time you're down there, he will be conjuring up riddles and scheming away, and there's a lot of potential for him to forget you were there completely until he feels the sudden urge to cum. "ah but do you know why they're called blowjobs? well it's very interesting in fact! it actually goes back to..."

unburied

my god he's a particular little shit. you'd think he would be grateful that someone could tolerate him long enough to be willing to suck his dick, but no. the entire time, he's offering his opinion and critiques. it's almost like he gets off on insulting you. which... yeah that's exactly what it is. he's not necessarily rough, but he's not very gentle either. he'll thrust up into you when you least expect it. and he'll cum wherever and whenever he wants, he's going with the flow baby. "don't fuck about, use your tongue. faster! oh my god if you take any longer i'm going to get bored, genuinely. here, move, let me show you how it's supposed to be done."

telltale

you better put your best effort into this. tongue deftly flicking, lips poised and pouted, teeth back and away. take him in completely until your nose touches the tuft of grey hair at the base of his cock and he's tempted, though not willing, to offer you a compliment based on your efforts. but he can't have you thinking that you're any good at this, that would mean you had nothing to learn and there were less opportunities to practice. "please, don't disappoint me. as much as it would be detrimental to your self-esteem to do a bad job, i can assure you i will be so much worse for your already fragile ego."

twojar

his preferred method of dominance to be honest. there's something about the servitude, that you're doing it for him, that drives him wild. although credit to him, he is willing to let you enjoy yourself. in fact, he encourages it. if you could moan around his cock while you take him in, it'll only make him feel all the more powerful. he also prefers to be completely nude while you're giving him head, you can dress however you want, but his body deserves to be worshipped properly. "brains, brawns, i'm everything. it's no wonder you're down there salivating over me. tell daddy how much you like it."

💜 Rogues 💜

scarecrow

jonathan needs eye contact because he wants to see your eyes water, the tears or makeup running down your face and staining your cheeks. he likes to stretch you to your limits, mentally and physically. he likes to see how rough he can be before you're at breaking point, begging him to ease up or to stop. and he enjoys the sound of you gasping and choking for breath. if you're not afraid, you should at least pretend to be, because it's key to his ability to cum. "are you trembling? is it out of fear, or are you just very nervous? because i would be nervous too, if i were you."

two face

harvey is a gentle, if not slightly overly-enthusiastic participant. two face is a face fucker. where harvey might ease himself in and then get a little bit rough the closer he is to cumming, two face is shoving himself all the way in and taking it all the way back out so that your mouth makes an obscene popping noise, and if it doesn't, he'll choke you. harvey might choke you too, actually, but only if you've agreed to it. and if he can convince himself that there isn't a risk he might go too far. "which side will the coin land on baby? spitting or swallowing? or shall we do heads and tails for whether i'm cumming on your face or if you're going to bend over and show me your ass?"

penguin

oswald doesn't even need to cum, give him five minutes of your time just slurping on him and he'll be more than happy to throw you some spending money and take you out to dinner that evening. bonus points if you're willing to set up camp under his desk all day and give him something else to think about if his meetings are too stressful or boring. and don't feel the need to keep quiet. he's got proud sugar daddy vibes and he'd rather his colleagues knew the kind of power he had. in fact, he'd really enjoy you under a table anywhere. "this is a classy joint babe, the food takes a while to come out of the kitchen. so be nice to daddy and get under the table. you do a good job and you can have something nice and shiny afterwards, alright?"

ivy

ivy is the sweetest receiver of head. to the point where it almost feels like you're being pleasured just from her sweet words alone. she's hands on, and very keen to encourage you, stroking your hair, running her fingers over your shoulders or cheeks. she's also pretty good at directing you or helping herself along if you need some assistance. completely judgement free! she just knows herself better than anyone, but she's very keen to have you learn. "please remember that the longer you're down there, the more in love with me you're going to be. through no fault of my toxins."

mad hatter

jervis needs to know that you're having a good time while you're sucking him off, so he'll interrupt you to get confirmation that you're still very much into this. but it's fine because he doesn't mind stopping constantly. he's got a bit of a thing for the teasing, the edging, the almost orgasm denial of it all. it makes him feel extra grateful when he finally cums and you lap him up like breakfast tea. "the way your mouth can move my sweet, you really serve up quite the treat. this is wonderful, thank you, thank you!!"

harley quinn

vocal receiver of head. squealing and giggling and calling you every pet name she can think of when her mind isn't complete mush. she needs you to be silly, sloppy, loud, a little bit crazy. you can't take it too seriously, you're there to have fun, and she is definitely there for the joy. but you better make sure she comes because if you don't there will be severe and serious repercussions. "oh puddin' right there! and if ya even think about stopping i'll smother you with my thighs, ok! now KEEP GOING!"

bane

yeah there's a lot of eduardo that's definitely throbbing and massive, and his cock is no different. so rather than stretch you out and damage you, he's more than happy for you to lick on him like you're trying to get to the centre of some lollipop. he'd find it admirable if you tried to take him in your mouth, but your lips around his head and your tongue running up his shaft is plenty for him. "ah, you're strong-willed but all i need is your tongue and your smile, and your determination to get me to where i need to go."

zsasz

teeth. teeth. teeth. something about the sharp twang of pain against the pleasure of having your mouth wrapped around him, sweet and sour. and also, while you've got your lips around his head, if you could also take a hold of his cock and dig your nails in? maybe scratch just a little bit along the underside? something that'll make him hiss as well as moan would be absolutely delightful and he'd be more than happy to mark you anywhere you want with his cum as a reward. "harder, harder... harder, come on, really sink your teeth in. do it for me, how could you ever say no? and deny me this pain and pleasure?"

#finnie writes #this better do numbers >:( #riddler #the riddler #gotham riddler #arkham riddler #young justice riddler #dano riddler #zero year riddler #batman unburied riddler #bu riddler #telltale riddler #twojar riddler #capullo riddler #jervis tetch #jonathan crane #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #scarecrow #mad hatter #edward nygma #harvey dent #two face #edward nigma #edward nashton #batman rogues #rogues gallery #q #rogues #harley quinn

[multifandomslxt]

⛓️✨Kink Special✨⛓️

NCT:

Mark ofc🫦

MONSTA X:

Changkyun😮‍💨

SKZ:

Changbin💪🏼

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Content below...

Three tickets for the Kink Special

Note- I was asked to change Changbin to Felix.

Mark- NCT

A switch- Depending on his partner and how frustrated or needy he is.

Claustrophilia- This stems from his awkwardness. In close or tight nit spaces like a supply closet or being squeezed together in a car could make him feral. I've said this many times before but imma say it again MARK LEE IS SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED. rubbing against him in those tight spaces just gives him a case of blue balls. Even if you have no intention of helping him out, his imagination does enough. He pictures himself fucking you so good in that tight space. Bodies pressed together and your breaths fanning each other's face... WHEEWWWW. Makes it ten times better if he can't pull out cus the space got tighter.

Anal. Sex.- I'm sure we all know this but...Mark is an ass man. I mean, he has a big dump truck himself so it just makes sense. Don't get me wrong though Mark loves pussy just as much as the next person but something about fucking you in your ass just does it for him. One, It's tighter so it feels like it's squeezing the life force out of his dick and two, there is something just so taboo about it, that makes him feel like he's doing something bad.

Barebacking- (USE PROTECTION!!) Yup. He doesn't do this one a lot though. He has to TRUST you. He does not have an impregnation or breeding kink unlike some of his colleagues (yk who.) lmao. But our man Mark here just likes the euphoric feeling he gets when his dick can directly touch all the ridges and warm flesh in your pussy. It feels more intimate and that leads me to believe that he won't explore this kink unless it's with someone he plans to be with long-term. The barrier the condom provides is important of course as I said he's not in the mood for pregnancy scares at the moment but Mark here is convinced he can pull out fast enough( He never does btw).

Changkyun - Monsta X

A HARDDDDD Dominant - No room for any other opinions at this time.

Dacryphilia- Have you ever heard of those people that will fuck you so good you cry and even then they won't stop? Yeah. He's one of them. lemme just start off by saying there are different levels of sex with this man so if you're a hookup he definitely won't go this far but if you guys are actively fucking like fuckbuddies or in a relationship he makes sure that you cry EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It's a very small observation you could almost miss it but the minute that first tear rolls down your cheek he's going to become animalistic or almost predator-like. Because of this you definitely have to establish a safe word with him because honey you could be bawling your eyes out, he is not going to stop. he only gets rougher from there.

Begging- the literal embodiment of "I love it when you beg" This kink is practically self-explanatory. But yk he takes it up a notch. His begging and dacryphilia kink goes hand in hand. Be until you cry vibes. "How bad do you want Daddy's dick?" Taunting you and making it hard for you to talk straight. He has a rule, if you want something you have to beg for it CLEARLY. That means no stuttering, no cursing in between words or sentences, and no whispering. Speak in a leveled tone. It's hard for you but that's what makes it fun for him.

Daddy Kink- Again, self-explanatory. there isn't much to say here. This kink is very specific for him though, as he doesn't like being called daddy by random people. This kink is 100% reserved for his partner. If he's called daddy by a stranger or one night stand he'd become awkward or turned off. He would think that they're trying too hard. But if he was called daddy by his partner...*giggles and kicks my feet like a schoolgirl* then, you'd get things like "Atta girl" "That's right baby daddy's here" "Have you been good for me?" etc. Also, he likes spending money on his partner so he 100% has the "Daddy will give you the world " Mindset.

Felix - Stray Kids (SKZ)

A (soft) dom leaning switch - depending on his partner

Stigmatophilia- Nipple piercings could kill him! Felix likes to be surprised. If you have piercings anywhere near or on your genitals he may just pass out. The feeling of the cold metal in his mouth as he sucks on your nipples>>> anything else. I think he might honestly be into lip piercings too. Tugging between his teeth when you guys are making out.

Thesauromania- Felix is a little perv. He steals your panties and your bras lmaooo. When he's traveling and he misses you he just takes them out of his bag and jerks off to it. I swear you complain all the time that some of your bras and panties are missing and he doesn't say shit. This is definitely one of the kinks he'd keep a secret because it's funner that way. More scandalous if you will. Probably like a dangerous game to him and he enjoys it very much Just the thought of getting caught makes him blush and get hard. He doesn't wash them either, so a lot of them become stiff with his cum hence why he'll continue to steal them.

Spit Kink- SELF EXPLANATORY. Be so fucking fr y'all. Don't lie to me and say you didn't think this man would be into something like this lol. He's not into the basic spit-kink stuff though. For him, it's more like a 'suck my dick until I see the bubbles of spit at the corner of your mouth' type of thing,' When you take my dick out your mouth I wanna see that line of spit that still connects the two together', the 'let's kiss sloppily until our saliva is running down our chin and we can lick it off each other', the 'spit in your mouth type of guy', the 'spits in his hands and rubs it all over you type'...Do you get me?

Hope you enjoyed the ride!

Do cum again &lt;3

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[bippiti]

SHE SELLS SANCTUARY! E.M

wc 1.6k navi

heads up! soft smut, mild violence, s4 spoilers, insecure eddie, not proofread, 16+ pls<3

pairing softdom metalhead! yn x sub! eddie

synopsis after finding eddie in reefer ricks boat shack, you take him back home to help him destress

A couple of years ago, you used to babysit Dustin Henderson when his parents had to go out of town for work. even though you don't talk much anymore, he still will occasionally come to you when the world needs saving or he wants a second opinion on his hair.

That's probably why he ended up on your doorstep with Robin, Steve, and Max, asking you if you knew where your boyfriend was.

After knowing each other for two years, you and Eddie started dating during the first semester of senior year. As one of the few metalheads in school, you both naturally gravitated to each other. Even though you didn't play DnD, you'd help him plan his campaigns in his trailer; your notes splattered on the table as you both took turns taking hits. He asked you out on one of those days, and you guys have been going steady since.

You were just about to go out looking for him yourself after hearing about what Jason and his posse would do to him when they found him. Those guys were all crazy. Like honestly, playing a game makes you a cult leader? As if. After sorting all the details out with them, you guys set out to check Reefer Ricks's house. You went in your car cause you knew if you did find him, you'd want to stay with him. Once you got there, Steve and Dustin were bickering about something per usual. You were poking around looking for any signs of him, it looked like someone had been here, but it was hard to tell if they had gone or not. You guys checked the boathouse next to the house a little bit after. Everyone continued talking, and you were zoning in n out.

"Personally, I don't find it funny in the slight- Whoa! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" You whipped your head around, seeing Eddie pressing a broken bottle onto Steves's neck. His eyes were wide, body tense, and his hands were hands shaking. you could feel the fear radiating off of him from feet away.

You put your hands up and took a few steps closer to him" Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie! It's me. It's y/n, and this is Steve. He's not gonna to hurt you, right, Steve? "

"Right. Yeah." He added quickly, nodding his head to solidify his statement.

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" You suggested, and as if on cue, the oar dropped onto the floor, echoing around the tense silence.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, stepping away as the bottle was discarded to who knows where

"We're looking for you."

"We're here to help. Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band." Dustin said, bringing his hands up to his face and imitating the instrument she plays, "This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D & D. Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother."

"We just want to talk. Okay? We want to know what happened" you crouched down, getting next to him on the floor.

He sniffed, "You won't believe me."

"Try us."

After he explained everything to you all, and you guys reassured him that he was, in fact, not crazy, you came up with a plan. You were going to stay here with him, and the rest of them would go and look for more information. Once you saw them back out and leave through the window, you walked back to Eddie, who remained crouched on the floor, staring blankly off into space.

"Hey, you alright?" You asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head, then moved closer to you, laying his head on your lap. You brushed through his hair; it was tangled and needed washing; his face also seemed paler then the last time you saw him, chalking it up to how hectic things had been and the high chance that he hadn't had much if anything to eat. After a few moments passed, you scratched his scalp gently. "Do you think you could get up for me? We can go to my place; my parents are out of town" He opened his eyes and nodded, getting off of you n standing up.

you followed suit and walked out to your car, the gravel crunching under your boots. Once you got in, you turned on the radio, and She Sells Sanctuary played softly on the car ride to your house. Eddie was staring out the window, his usual boisterous demeanor nowhere to be seen.

The sparkle in your eyes Keeps me alive And the sparkle in your eyes It keeps me busy, keeps me alive The world And the world turns around

You pulled up to your driveway, got out of your seat, and opened the door to your house. Once you were inside, you went upstairs to your bedroom. Eddie still seemed out of it, so you offered to run him a bath, and he accepted. Once the water was warm, you called him in, making your way out once he started to lift his shirt. He grabbed your wrist, and you turned back, confused.

"can you stay with me, please?" he was looking at the floor, and his voice was soft; how could you say no?

"of course," you turned back around and sat on the floor next to the tub.

"can you come in here instead?" He asked, signaling to the tub he was currently in

"sure," you said through a smile, getting rid of your clothes and stepping into the bubbly tub. You watched him as a comfortable silence fell over you both; you noticed his hair was still a little dirty, so you asked, "do you want me to wash your hair? that way, you can just relax" he looked at you for a couple of seconds, making you think you might've overstepped. Still, he turned around, the back of his head facing you.

You grabbed your shampoo and pushed the lavender-scented mixture out, and slowly massaged it into his scalp; he sighed and visibly relaxed while you started detangling his hair. "You know your hair is really pretty," you said gently, rubbing circles into his scalp. He hummed in acknowledgment. You began washing out the soapy mixture from his hair and wrapped your arms around him, bringing his back closer to your chest.

"thank you, y/n," he said quietly

"for what?"

"Just being there and doing all this stuff for me, I don't even know what I did to deserve you. I'm literally a freak-" he began to ramble but you cut him off

"you aren't a freak, Eddie, and I'm going to be there for you and do this stuff for you whenever I can because you deserve it, and I love you, ok?" You said, turning him around, your eyes making contact w his teary ones. You brought a hand up to his face, wiping off the tears that began to fall onto his cheeks. You got closer until you were only inches apart; your eyes moved away from his cheek, back to his eyes, and then to his lips. You kissed him softly and then proceeded to peck him all over, effectively kissing away his tears. He laughed and kissed you again. Once you broke apart, you began to kiss down his neck, sucking just enough to leave some light marks. He moaned softly, an indicator for you to keep going.

You pulled away, and he moved to your neck, but you stopped him. "not right now, love, this is about you, ok?" He nodded slowly, leaning back, you looked into his eyes for any signs of doubt. After finding none, you continued, getting onto his lap and grinding onto his hardening dick.

You sped up when you heard his breath hitch, and he grabbed your hips. "Not like this; I wanna be inside you when I cum” he mumbled, rubbing circles on your waist.

you peppered him in kisses again, "alright then, ready?" You asked him as you aligned yourself with him. Once he nodded his head, you began to descend, wincing at the pain; after a few moments, it blurred into pleasure, and you began to rise and fall gently, kissing his neck where you knew he liked it and let your hands roam over his chest, feathering over his tattoos. His moans, still soft, began to become louder, and you felt him twitch around you; you felt the familiar knot forming inside you as you increased your pace.

he whimpered, bringing his head into the crook of your neck "m close, so close, can I cum, please?"

"yes, you can, now be a good boy and finish for me, alright?" That was all he needed; his dick spasmed inside you, pushing you towards your climax.

After riding through your highs, you got off him and stood up. leaving and returning with towels, you wrapped yourself up and gave him one. Once he got out, you stopped him and put some leave-in conditioner into his hair.

"You know that'll help keep your curls defined; you should get some," he hummed, staring at you and only half paying attention to what you said. After rummaging through your closet and finding some of his old clothes, you threw them to him and changed into your PJs.

After, you got into your bed and beckoned him over. Once you both were settled, him leaning on your chest and you running your hands up and down his back, you both drifted off to sleep.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 ?

❝ can you hear the silence? can you see the dark? can you fix the broken? can you feel, can you feel my heart? ❞

yandere! Fake Albedo (Alfredo) x gn! reader.

❤️ synopsis: Your love for Albedo burns brighter than any flame, but what happens when an imposter ruins everything? Furthermore, what else awaits once you start walking side by side with the imposter, only for him to end up falling for you instead?

❤️ word count: 3k~

part i. || part ii.

Thank you all for 10k followers.

A/N: I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I can't write talking dialogue to save my life!! Please enjoy this!

The air was knocked straight out of your lungs as you tried to scream, but no sound would come out. Cold, everything was so cold but hot at the same time. Your clothes were sticking to your skin because of how hard you were sweating, but the icy chill that was coursing through your veins did nothing to soothe the strange heat. Your eyes felt as though they would pop at any second, bitter tears clouded your vision as they cascaded down your cheeks and onto the gloved hand that held you in your place.

His grip was tight, unbearably so, and there was no way he was going to let go of you any time soon. Hot air fanned your earlobe as you felt his fingernails gripping the soft flesh of your neck, slowly tearing the skin bit by bit. Your throat was dry, it was so dry, never in your life had you wanted to do something more than right now, but fate had some other plans in store for you. "... You disobeyed me." His tone was sharper than his weapon. You could do nothing but weep silently. "And here I thought things could go smoothly for a change..." He suddenly turned your body so that it was facing his but before you could get your limbs to move again he harshly pinned you to the ground. His knife was still pressed against your neck as he held up both of your wrists in his other arm above your head, the grip so hard that it felt as though he could shatter your bones at any moment if he so pleased. A dark shadow loomed over his pretty face as his teal eyes glowed with glee and bloodlust. He let out a faint growl as he pressed on with his speech, his gaze heavily contrasting the neutral look on his face. "One request, just that one request and yet you couldn't go through with it. Why (y/n), why? Why are you so stupid?" They stung, his horrible words made you feel absolutely awful. You just wanted the earth itself to crack open right then and there, you wanted to let it swallow you. Specks of darkness clouded your vision as he held you harshly against the ground. He was still talking but his voice felt hazy, even a little distant dare you'd say. The only thing that kept you conscious were the two orbs of red that beamed straight at you, the glimmer and shine was more than overwhelming for you to handle. Long gone was his friendly and warm gaze, your Albedo no longer possessed the eyes you had grown to adore oh so much.

There was contempt in them, the emotion was so strong that you could feel putrid acid clogging up your throat, further limiting your speaking capabilities. Come to think of it, most if not all of your senses were dulled down now, aside from your sense of smell. The stench of the vegetable soup was going to be engrained in your memory for years to come and a part of you couldn't help but to regret your actions. If you had just listened to him, if you just didn't touch his belongings you wouldn't be in this mess. Albedo wouldn't be seething above you now, you wouldn't be scared and freezing to death on the ground like some savage animal... No, you were supposed to be eating the delicious meal he had so generously prepared for the two of you, it was supposed to be the perfect evening, like it always was. You were going to tell him about your day and vice versa. And he was going to share all of his findings with you and he would eagerly ask for your opinion. You were supposed to study together while also enjoying each other's company. And when the sun would finally fall and the night took over, you might have even been so bold to cuddle up to him by the fire. He hardly ever denied your requests as he'd often claimed that he actually liked it when you touched him. "You're so warm." he'd say. "It's better we stay like this because who knows how strong the storm is going to be tonight." And you would stay, you would always stay by his side no matter what. Through thick and thin, through the coldest of ice and hottest of fires, you were really to walk from Hell and back if he requested of you. You were so madly in love with him. He was your world. He had created you and made you perfect. He teached you and made you his, no one could ever make fun of you as long as he was with you. He was your sun, your idol. You felt foolish for idolizing him so much. 

Albedo himself made it very clear that it's not wise to idolize anyone and put them on a pedestal. Yes, Albedo had created the perfect world for you.

... But he also had the ability to shatter it at any moment he desired.

Guilt washed over you, the horrible feeling of dread, sorrow and pain all mixed together in your gut as you stared wordlessly at him, fat tears continuing to roll down your chilled cheeks. Despite his anger, despite the cold, despite the tightness of your throat, with some sort of power you didn't know you had in you, you were able to utter a few words just barely loud enough for him to hear.

"I'm sorry..."

He stopped. He was still holding you but his lips were pressed into a tight line. A sudden stinging pain dominated the left side of your face, you didn't even realize that he had slapped you.

"You're sorry? Well, too little too late dear! I really liked you (y/n), I mean it! In fact, you were the only person I've ever really liked in a damn long time! You were good, really good! But you just had to run everything!!" The tone of his voice was so loud, it felt as though he could shatter your ear drums. You could finally see him clearly now and you were able to get a good look at him - a maniacal grin was plastered on his face, his usually slightly messy pony tail was completely gone now, leaving his blonde locks to fully cascade down his shoulders. What threw you off the most however were his eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul as some people would say, and despite the horrible situation you found yourself in, you still managed to deduct something that could possibly help you. A strange flame of courage burst inside of you, allowing you to finally speak properly in what felt like hours of horrible silence.

"You are not Albedo! You... You are a fake!"

His grip had suddenly loosened completely and his arms retreated back to him. With a blinkless stare he started to clap, each clap being harsher and harsher than the last. He was still on top of you which was preventing you from getting up but you did manage to balance yourself with your arms, which allowed you to get a little closer to his level. "Bravo (y/n), bravo indeed! Looks like you've been taught well!" said the imposter.  

"My my, perhaps I underestimated you, looks like you're not so useless! Tell me, what gave me away?" You gulped bit kept steady eye contact with him. Your fear was obvious, hell, he could probably smell it on you but you still didn't want to give him the luxury of being completely dominant in this situation. "Well, besides those disgusting drawings of course, the real Albedo had never been so physically affectionate nor was he so doting with his words. He may have a soft spot for his colleagues, but he never showed any kind of favoritism, never."

He eyed you with a grin, a silent command for you to keep talking. That's exactly what you did.

"Furthermore, you were acting beyond suspicious just today alone but I didn't want to dwell on it! I don't know who you are and what your endgame is but I'll never allow you to lay a single finger on Albedo!"

The imposter said nothing as he sat still on your body, his lips were twitching but he was clearly lost in his head.

"... you won't allow me to go anywhere near him?"

"No, I won't ever allow it!"

He paused. He wasn't smiling anymore but the edge in his voice was still there. Pressing his forehead against your own he said:

"...never ever?"

You were confused. What sort of question was this? You were sure that you had made your stance perfectly clear!

"Yes, I'll do anything I can to stop you!"

He was impossibly close to you now. His hot breath fanned your dry lips, his nose was pressed right against your own. You couldn't read him nor his movements but judging by his thousand yard stare you clearly made a fatal mistake.

"Alright then, since you are so determined, do indulge me in this humble request of mine."

It was hard to think, hard to breathe. Must he be so close to you? Why was his voice so raspy, almost tired even?

"Say you like me more than you do him."

That wasn't a request that was a command. His demeanor changed completely now, the aura around him was heavy and his half lidded gaze suddenly became blood red. Instead of blue his eyes became red, further proof that the person in front of you was a fake. He told you to say something impossible, how could you possibly say that? You would be a liar if you even thought about those words let alone said them out loud to this freak. But he wasn't going to back down, that much was obvious. Why was he so fixated on Albedo, why was he even doing this? Why go so far, just why?

You gulped. You were stupid for what you were going to say but it would perhaps be your last stand in this strange fight.

"You really are pathetic, I hope you know that."

It was as if time itself had just been stopped and everything in this world was around the two of you and this little cave. His eyes almost bulged out of his head, shock was written all over his face. Your words shook him to the core as he carefully backed himself away from you. The second his grip on your wrists was loose you lunged for his weapon and with an angry shout you hit his head with your own, making sure to hit him as much as you possibly could. He screamed in pain and cursed at you, a visible bruise had begun to form on both of your heads as your own even started to bleed a little but you didn't care. The tables had been turned now and with lightning speed you pinned him to the ground while gripping the knife like an insane person. Your grip was shaky, your heart was pounding inside your ribcage, it felt as though the adrenaline was going to consume you whole. Just as you were about to speak once more, a strange damp sensation could be felt on your right hand. The sight in front of you left you speechless.

The imposter was crying.

No longer was his gaze sharp and deadly, instead it felt as though you were looking into the eyes of a child. His breathing was ragged as more and more tears continued to pour down onto the fabric of your glove and onto the ground. His tears were as clear as crystal and against all odds you felt sorry for him.

It didn't take him long until he started to have a full-blown meltdown.

You just stood there above him, dagger in hand and complete confusion took over. It's was impossible how the situation suddenly shifted from a cold and deadly one to... whatever this was. Your mouth was dry and you couldn't say a word, not while he was bawling his eyes out like this. His cheeks became puffy and red as his cries filled your ears, his whole body was shaking so hard that you weren't sure what to do. You didn't even realize that your hands were moving on their own accord and we're starting to snake around the imposter, giving him a hug. When he felt your touch he jolted and screamed as he pushed you back with all of the strength he could muster at that moment.

Your lower body was completely covered in snow and you tried to dust yourself off as you watched the imposter run into the corner, his eyes clearly still watery as he bumped onto the sharp edge of the table, letting out a painful Ouch! In the process. He made himself bleed a little as a few droplets were on the ground but you decided not to comment on it.

The bigger question was how on earth were you going to approach him?

Should you attack him while he was vulnerable and injured, even if barely? He was a dangerous individual that much was clear but...

You scoffed and whipped your head towards the floor, frustration bubbling in your chest.

You felt sorry for him.

Not only did you feel bad, you just in general wanted to understand his situation, just his motives in general. What kept him up at night, what sort of demons had been haunting him in order to what he did (or what he was planning to do).

"How predictable... You feel pity for me, don't you?"

Being so lost in your own head you didn't even pick up on the fact that the stranger in front of you had recovered ever so slightly from his breakdown and was now looking straight at you, pure venom laced his words and his sharp felt eyes felt like daggers. You finally managed to take a good look at him - his hair was messy and disheveled and his clothes were absolutely covered in snow. His cheeks were still beet red but there was an obvious attempt at trying to cover his tears up despite the fact that you had already seen him at his worst possible state.

You didn't even realize that your body was acting out on its own as your warm hand made its way towards his shoulder. He stopped you just before you made contact with him by grabbing your wrist harshly. Yelping you snaked your other arm around his own as you shook his arm in an attempt to set yourself free but randomly stopped half way through.

You tried putting some distance between him and yourself but it was obvious that you weren't getting anywhere with this.

"... what's your goal?" you asked him with a cautious tone.

He was quiet. His gaze was glued to the ground, eyes swirling with various whirlpools of emotions - hurt, betrayal, anger, loneliness, longing.

It was that and so much more.

"I'm asking you for real now. Please, answer me..."

You but your lower lip, frustrated that your tone quivered a bit near the end but that wasn't too important right now. If you can't get a straight answer from him the least you could do is try to start a conversation, no matter how tense and awkward it may be. You continued to talk:

"What's your name? Just because you're a fake that doesn't necessarily make me comfortable with calling you "imposter". I mean, how -"

"I have none." he replied, tone dryer than sand.

With widened eyes you stared at him, shocked that he actually said something. Did you insult him by accident? That was possible...

"... What do you mean you have no name? Everyone has a name!"

"Well I do not! " he snapped back, his former fury creeping back into his voice. His red eyes practically looked void of life, as if he were recalling some past memories that he would rather avoid. His fingers twitched but his posture remained stiff and firm, eyes still glued to the ground as his ash black hair covered his half lidded gaze.

"You are correct. Everyone does indeed have a name. But I... I was not blessed with such a luxury."

His head suddenly snapped upwards and he finally looked at you once more, a blazing fire shining bright in his eyes once more. You remained silent, a quiet plea for him to continue to speak. He understood your request and did just that.

"I am a fake in every way imaginable. I have no friends, no family, no home to even speak of. Everything I've built so far has been taken from someone else, I have nothing to call my own in this world."

He talked but he didn't understand why he was saying the things he said. Perhaps deep down, a part of him felt good to take some of that stress off his chest after all these years. He did know you for quite some time now so he would probably guess what your reaction would be. What you did next however nearly took his breath away.

"Well, if you don't have a name, why don't I just give you one?"

...since when were you this bold? From what he had gathered you were not the confrontational type, you were the type of person that carefully analyzed the situation from the sidelines and played by the book. Truth be told, he was surprised to see that you managed to last this long with him without kicking and screaming into the snowy hills. Perhaps you were insane? That was how he wanted to rationalize it, because, why else would you propose such a ludicrous idea in the first place? Has the stress of the current situation gotten to your head? That was possible, he thought to himself.

"Don't give me that look!"

He didn't even realize that his posture shifted into a much more casual one, his knee raised with his arm resting on it, his head tilted and eyes narrowed as he tried to analyze you.

Just what kind of game were you playing?

"Look, you clearly have baggage and I mean a lot of baggage. And we definitely got on the wrong foot here but I still feel the need to help you."

...you really were serious.

The small trickles of fire that managed to light up your face revealed the eager curiosity and pity that overtook your entire being. Despite the fact that he was angry that you pitied him, he could tell that you were being sincere. Before making any other moves, he could at the very least let you finish talking.

"We can go to Mondstatd, you can start fresh there. I don't know what you're looking for but you will not find it here. I can easily expose you to Albedo or the knights and it will be all over for you. You can try looking for a job and get a more..."

Your voice trailed off as you cringed a little, your gaze stuck on his horrendous creations from before.

"... normal hobby, shall we say."

His haughty attitude sprang back to life as he threw his head back, laughter overtaking his entire being. The sound was so warm and oddly contagious that it almost made you blush but you stood your ground. He composed himself after a few moments but a grin was plastered across his face, the true meaning behind it still unknown to you. With a tired sigh, he spoke:

"(y/n), dear, do you hear yourself? Did the cold get to you, did it freeze your brain?"

He knocked on the top of your head a few times to emphasize his point. You winced at the sudden assault, tiny tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

"Do you really think that I could ever have such a simple start? Do you honestly believe that a vile creature like me could just run away into the sunset like that and start fresh? Because to me, that just sounds like a dream."

Silence.

Neither one of you said anything for a few moments. You let his statement hang in the air as you did your best to come up with a clever come back.

Nothing came to you, obviously.

Besides the, well, obvious.

"...that still is your dream though?"

You swore he choked on the air itself.

You smirked. You had him right where you wanted him.

"This, whatever it is that you are doing is wrong. As far as I can tell you actually haven't hurt anyone yet which makes your earlier transgressions a bit more easier to forgive. If you try hard enough, maybe even your dream could come true."

"How can you know if you don't try?"

He didn't know that his heart could beat so fast. Never, never in his whole life did he feel as sick as he was at this moment. Whirlwinds of emotions overcome him, the storm of conflicting desires and feelings swam harshly in his ruby red eyes as he stared at you, his eyes unblinking, bulging even.

Do not be foolish, do not give -

"I even came up with a name for you!"

Hope. Do not give him hope.

With his mouth open agape he watched you like a fish on land and you laughed a little at him, albeit awkwardly.

"Your name will be Alfredo! It was the best I could come up with but I think it suits you!"

Great, even the new name you gave him still sounds similar to his. Just as he was about to complain you raised your index finger in the air, a knowing look on your face.

"Don't you dare complain. Unless you can come up with something more creative, be my guest. But for now, I dub thee - Alfredo!"

There was no use in reasoning with you so he stayed quiet, annoyance written all over his pretty face.

"I'll take you to the city and you can start with the Adventure's Guild! They always need new people and you are a perfect candidate! You can get the life you desire and make your own money! Doesn't that sound neat?"

With flared nostrils he said nothing still. You decided to take his silence as compliance. With a clap and a cheer, you finally got back up on your feet, a happy prep in your step.

"It settled then! You and I are going to Mondstatd together!"

Just what did he get himself into?

And why in Celestia did his chest positively ache?

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okok idk how unpopular these opinions are gonna be tbh

Malcolm in the Middle: i lowkey hate craig, i think he's creepy ESPECIALLY in earlier seasons. you'd think that after your MARRIED coworker tells you that she doesn't like you back and there's no way in hell that she'd ever be with you, YOUD TAKE A FUCKING HINT. also while it's on my mind, i remember writing a reese x reader where readers is basically allison in that episode where craig gives her and reese a ride to the concert but he ends up ruining their date, but anon asked for them all to have a good time together and it was SO hard to write! bc if i had paid for concert tickets (most likely really expensive) for me and my bf and my ride purposefully made me miss the concert because he had a "better" plan for "our" date, i would've blown up the car

Malcolm in the Middle: i honestly didn't like the series finale. the only endings i really agreed with were malcolm's and francis' (malcolm was totally meant to go to harvard by any means necessary, even if it meant working a million jobs between classes to cover that tuition. and although he's probably still a bit of a menace, i love that francis got his act together and got a steady job). i think reese deserved a better ending, i think he could've had a really good culinary career instead of being the janitor at his high school. and i know it was probably for a gag/twist ending but i don't like that they made lois pregnant again. GIVE THE WOMAN A BREAK!!

The Naturals: i've made tiktoks about this (which yall don't know about bc you dont know me outside of this platform teehee) but i hate the way lia treats cassie. sure she got kinda better at the VERY end of the SERIES (4 books). but imagine your mom has been missing and presumed murdered for YEARS and (spoliers for books 3-4 teehee) finally the police find her body but it's not actually her and then you find out your mom is actually alive and a captive/prophet for this murder cult AND THAT YOU HAVE A SISTER THAT WAS CONCEIVED INSIDE THAT CULT. NOW imagine that while you're going through all these events, some bitch keeps telling you to keep that shit to yourself bc other people in the group are having more pressing issues and that the group is at problem capacity. BITCH ALL OF YOU HAVE ISSUES, INSTEAD OF WORKING FOR THE FBI YOU SHOULD GO TO THERAPY

Charlie's Angels: im a really big fan of the 2000's charlies angels movies but was a bit disappointed when i watched the 2019 one. dont get me wrong, its good. i just kinda wished there was some more callbacks to the 2000s movies. like imagine my disappointment when the new charlie wasn't revealed to be dylan (which would've given her character a good ending bc dylan couldn't imagine herself leaving the angels, it would make SO much sense if she ended up heading the agency. even making her a bosley would've been good)

That 70s Show: this isn't really that unpopular but the last season honestly sucked. drew gooden made a pretty good video talking about it (i love drew gooden ugh). imo, moving to africa and then breaking up with donna made no sense for eric's character. especially after donna dropped out of college to stay in point place with him! hyde and jackie breaking up? horrible. jackie and fez getting together? why???? (also the timeline for that 70s show makes no sense at all. theres this channel that did a kinda indepth vid on it and tried pinpointing when the show actually would've ended based on the episodes (mainly the holiday episodes, i think making the holiday specials really screwed over the overall timeline))

i cant think of any more opinions teehee

#agaypanic #malcolm in the middle #the naturals #charlies angels #that 70s show #unpopular opinion

[tepehkwi]

hey, i was wondering if you'd be willing to talk a bit about how you knew you were twospirit? i think i am but i have doubts about claiming the term for myself. did an elder claim you as 2S?

so my tribe has a twospirit concept that is so unacknowledged in literature about our history, even our own, that i only know of one source that mentions it, and in basically every other text it's just the umbrella term "berdashe" which is just the antiquated colonizer term for any native with a "weird" "gender" expression that you'll probably find in most textbooks that even bother to cover the topic. 😑

if you want some context, this is how colonizers described us, i-coo-coo-a, or twospirit meshkwahkihaki, and it should be noted that i-coo-coo-a is not listed anywhere in our own comprehensive language dictionaries to this day:

Later, in the 1830s, non-Native artist George Catlin traveled through western North America, where he witnessed and painted a “Dance to the Berdash.” In his travelogue, Catlin called the central figure “a man dressed in women’s clothes” although the Native term, i-coo-coo-a, loosely translates to “man-woman.” In Catlin’s opinion, the “berdash” performed “the most servile and degrading duties,” although he conceded that the i-coo-coo-a was considered sacred by the Sauk and Fox (Meskwaki) communities. “This is one of the most unaccountable and disgusting customs, that I have ever met in the Indian country,” Catlin fulminated, “where I should wish that it might be extinguished before it be more fully recorded.” Later, anthropologist Mary Owen estimated that the dance—and the traditional role fulfilled by the i-coo-coo-a—did indeed vanish around 1900. [source: from an nyhs blog/article on indigenous genders]

something you should know about my people is that we do not live on a reservation, we have our own sovereign nation within iowa. yes, it's a microscopic fraction of what our actual indigenous lands were, but we experience a level of privilege that rez natives don't. and this is just my own opinion but a lot of other meskwaki/meshkwahkihaki in tama are on the conservative side with both politics and religion, and i think that our comparative or relative lack of a struggle faced by the majority of other natives in this country has created an environment where we're unfortunately no more left-leaning and no less conservative than the rest of rural iowa. so, no, an elder didn't claim me as twospirit... excuse the slight hyperbole but i would be hard-pressed to find more than a couple of elders in my community that aren't literal republicans, let alone inclusive of our own culture's gender diversity.

like i'll be honest with you, i transitioned away from home and i don't really talk about my whole "gender journey" here, since i'm not as active on tumblr as much as i am on my private twitter, but it's been kind of depressing studying in other states and meeting ndns from other tribes who completely understand my identity only to come back home and find out that my uncle's voting for trump again. 😐 we're also in a caucus state and given how the last caucus went, it's just kinda disappointing to think about the fact that we’re essentially making decisions for other natives when a lot of us are literally so willfully out of touch with other tribes.

lol i know you didn't ask for my whole ass political commentary so, sorry for that... 😭

but idk i think it's important context, because twospirit is something that came from the pan-indigenous movement era (well sort of) and it's the closest thing i have as a widely-understood term to describe myself. but thanks for asking, i hope this clarifies some things or answers your question in some way. i don't think we necessarily need to consult with elders about it. many of us straightup can't. by all means, if you think it would be a good thing to seek out elder input about claiming twospirit, go ahead, but in my experience some of us just are. i relate to the insecurity completely... 😔

just know that elder input/approval isn't the end-all-be-all.

#also when i see i-coo-coo-a i can’t help thinking it’s probably îkokowê or îkukuwâ? #but ‘ku’ is not a syllable in our language #like i said in my old post… the words for what i am are no longer spoken #this comes from an anthropologist’s approximation for the term #ndn tag #twospirit #xe speak

[lunar-years]

It's a Long Night When You Do it On Your Own

Pairing(s): Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler; in my mind this is background Will/Mike also, but it's so background I've left it very open ended for you to interpret as you'd like!

Rating: T (Mainly for Lonnie reasons- domestic violence, child abuse, homophobia. Lonnie does not physically appear in the story but he haunts the narrative.)

Summary: After Jonathan gets a concerning phone call, he and Nancy take an unexpected trip back to Hawkins to help pick up the pieces.

Written for @jancyweek2022 Day 5: stay with me until i fall asleep/family

A/N: Title is from Maisie Peters' "Take Care of Yourself" which is a beautiful song that so perfectly suits Jonathan and Nancy & this prompt. I highly recommend listening to the acoustic version on youtube! 

This was inspired by a post I saw a while ago questioning how much Nancy actually knows about Lonnie in canon. In my opinion...not much. I imagine she learns the full extent very slowly, over a long period of time, and this is sort of an exploration of what that might look like.

It's a bit of a longer one so I recommend reading on Ao3 but you can also read below!

The phone starts ringing again at 8:05, and Nancy audibly groans, her lips still pressed against Jonathan’s even as he starts to pull away from her. “No, don’t answer it babe—” she tries to protest, one hand stretching out after him as he untangles their legs and begins to stand. It’s no use. Jonathan’s never not going to answer that damn phone.

He shrugs at her apologetically but doesn’t allow himself to be pulled back towards the couch, too busy walking away from her to the phone in their kitchen. “Sorry, sorry. It might be my family,” he says as he goes. His usual explanation.

Nancy groans again, purposefully exaggerated, calling after his retreating back, “Tell your brother and sister they really can survive one night without calling you!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grins, “I’ll be sure to remind them.”

“Also tell them that your girlfriend has a very special evening night planned and if you’re not back over here kissing her senseless with your hand up her shirt again in five minutes flat she’s keeping you here all Christmas so you can make up for it!”

Jonathan pauses in the doorway to laugh, shaking his head back at her fondly. “Okay, well I’m definitely not telling them all of that.” But when the phone shrieks out another ring, she’s pleased to see he turns back to it with a new expression of mild regret.

Once he disappears, Nancy slumps back against the sofa to wait, trying very hard not to feel at least a little bitter. This is their first evening alone together all week, and they’ve still barely had a minute to themselves. First it was Max, calling her to ask for advice about starting birth control—which had obviously turned into a long conversation. Then it was her mom, calling to make sure they were still driving home for Thanksgiving next weekend as planned, yes of course Mom, nothing’s changed. After that, Cathy and Elliott, Jonathan’s friends from a photography workshop he took last semester, inviting them over for another game night. No I think we’re just going to stay in tonight, but thank you for the invite!

They’d only just had enough time in between the incessant calls to take the short trip down the street for their favorite Chinese take-out, come back to the apartment to eat it, and finally, finally get around to the fun part of the evening—and now this. God knows who’s calling, but Jonathan’s prediction probably isn’t too far off. It’s been a whole two days since the Byers’ last phone call, so they’re long overdue.

The apartment they share together is extremely small, the rent exorbitantly high, and the walls paper thin. Nancy listens half-heartedly as Jonathan answers the phone. “Hello? Oh, hey bud. Look, I’m a little busy right now—” Will. Nancy applauds Jonathan’s effort, but she also recognizes a lost cause when she hears one. Her five-minute warning is all but meaningless; Jonathan will talk to his brother all night if Will needs him to. She half considers picking up the remote and fighting with their horrible, secondhand television to try and flip to a decent channel,  but then Jonathan’s voice grows suddenly sharper. “Whoa—what?! Slow down.”

He sounds panicked.

Nancy sits up straighter on the sofa, pulling her bra strap back up onto her shoulder, running her hand down her skull n a poor attempt to tame her mangled hair, now that Jonathan’s been running his fingers all through it. Thoughts of the television, and her regrets at this call interrupting an evening of sex, are already forgotten. She listens carefully to her boyfriend’s half of the conversation, his words coming out firm, alert. The way they sound when he’s talking Will through a panic attack, or a bad nightmare that turned into a panic attack. But usually those calls come in the middle of the night, not at eight o’clock. Shit. 

“Okay…Okay…Where’s Mom?...All right, well can you call her?...Listen to me, just breathe, bud. Breathe. It’ll be all right, yeah? You’ve just got to calm down a bit with me, okay?”

This must be really bad, if Jonathan’s willingly trying to involve Joyce. Nancy shuts her eyes, resting her forehead against her palm. Shit. “Good. That’s good…Look, can you hang up with me and call Mrs. Wheeler and ask her to come over?...Well, you don’t have to tell her any of the details, Will. Just the general overview…Just until Mom gets home, yeah?” Nancy’s head shoots up. Jesus, it must be fucking catastrophic if he’s involving her mother.

Her mind immediately jumps to the worst possible things known to happen in Hawkins, and she has to wonder if someone has died. Has another gate, somehow, impossibly, opened up again? It’s been years. She’d finally thought it was over, once and for all. A still familiar fear grips her chest. Maybe she should be collecting up her guns right now, dusting them off. The thought is so overwhelming it almost makes her feel physically ill, cutting off the air to her lungs so she can’t breathe, like she’s about to have a panic attack of her own. But no, she can’t do that. Jonathan, despite his sometimes insistence otherwise, can only keep one person from falling to pieces at a time.

The rest of the conversation in the kitchen floats over her, short but firm. “Yes, I know, but I’m hours away, bud…You’ve got to call Karen, okay?” Jonathan’s next words are muffled, but they sound a lot like might need a hospital, and Nancy’s fingers nervously start playing with the hem of her sweater just to have something to worry between them. Then he says, “Okay, good. I love you too.”

She hears the click of the receiver and stands up. Then, a beat of silence before Jonathan’s back in the room, his features drawn tight and that strange, distant look in his eyes that Nancy hasn’t seen in a long time. It’s never long enough to forget it, though. The first time she saw that look on Jonathan’s face, they were sixteen, and he was choosing between child-sized coffins at a funeral home.  Something is horribly, terribly wrong. “What is it?” 

Jonathan just blinks at her, like he’s forgotten she’s even here, in the apartment she lives in. The apartment they share. Nancy’s stomach drops as he says, “I have to go home.”

“What is it?” she repeats, mind still swimming with a number of horrible possibilities, wondering if she’s still got a pack of bullets or if she used them all up last time. “Is it the Upside Down? Is there another gate?”

He just stands there with that faraway look in his eyes, like he didn’t hear her question at all. Nancy walks towards him and reaches out to take his hand, but Jonathan flinches away from her. It’s the first time that’s happened in years, too. She recoils even as he starts immediately apologizing. “Sorry—sorry,” he croaks, “Nothing like that. It’s…um.”

Nancy reaches out again, more slowly, and laces their fingers together. This time, Jonathan lets her. She waits. Then he says, “It’s my dad.”

Well, that explains the flinching, anyway. Nancy tightens her hold on him. If whatever’s going on involves that asshole, it’s practically the same as having to fight another Demogorgon, if not worse. She hasn’t out ruled collecting the guns.

“He found out about Will,” Jonathan says in a rush. Nancy doesn’t need to ask what exactly Lonnie found out about his youngest son. The answer is abundantly clear from the look on Jonathan’s face. Fuck.

“Oh my god, is Will hurt?”

Jonathan shakes his head. “He’s shaken up pretty bad, but—not him. It’s Hopper.”

That’s hardly any better. Personally, she was hoping for no injuries. Or, in a best case, one very catastrophic, even lethal injury, naming Lonnie its sole victim. “What?” 

The slicing tone of her voice must cut through to him, because Jonathan seems to come to life then, blinking the strangeness out of his eyes and setting into motion all in a great rush. Nancy has to do a trot to keep up with him as he strides toward their bedroom, already pulling open his drawers and throwing clothes on his bed to pack. “He’s passed out in the driveway.”

“He—? Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

Nancy shakes herself, trying not to think about what Lonnie could have done to take down Jim Hopper. She never exactly envisioned Lonnie to be all that great of a fighter, since his usual opponents of choice always seemed to be his two young sons. But Hopper? That man survived a Russian gulag. So what the fuck happened?

She doesn’t allow herself much time to think about the possibilities, already crossing over to her closet and pulling down a few skirts. She tosses them on the bed beside Jonathan’s clothes.

“What are you doing?”

Nancy pauses in choosing between her jean jacket with the sherpa lining and the jean jacket with little embroidered stars on the elbows to look pointedly at her boyfriend. When have they ever let one another go monster hunting alone?  “What do you think I’m doing? I’m coming with you, stupid.”

Jonathan blinks at her again, like she’s a deer in the headlights who came out of nowhere out onto the road. Nancy rolls her eyes and returns to her closet. She decides on the jacket with sherpa. Extra warmth and that.

“You don’t have to do that,” his voice says gruffly to her back. “You’ve got two exams next week, and…”

“Your family’s in trouble, we’re going.”

“I appreciate it, Nance, but—”

It’s only when Nancy spins around to glare at him again that he finally shuts up.

***

They’re 18 miles down the highway before they really talk again. Jonathan’s been practically mute since they packed their suitcase and shoved it ungracefully into the trunk of his car. He is definitely driving over the speed limit, but it’s not too fast to be properly dangerous, so Nancy doesn’t mention it.

His knuckles are bone-white against the steering wheel.

Nancy can’t remember ever being in a car with Jonathan with no music playing, but now they drive for forty-six minutes in complete silence before Nancy simply can’t take it anymore. She leans forward to rifle through the small cassette collection they keep stored in the console. “Can we put a tape on?”

He nods, eyes locked on the road ahead like he’s trying to convince it, through sheer willpower, to speed past them faster. “Sure, whatever you want,” he says dismissively.

Nancy drops the tape in her hand, a Joy Division, and spins to face him. To hell with it.

“I want you to stop blaming yourself for whatever happened happening,” she says determinedly, hoping this will finally be the time her words stick. She’s tried many times before.

Jonathan just blinks. “I’m not—”

“You are.” Softer, she continues, “But this wasn’t your fault.” Most of what you blame yourself for isn’t your fault. “It’s all right that you weren’t there.”

Jonathan takes one hand off the wheel to swipe at his eyes. “Will didn’t sound well on the phone,” is all he says.

Nancy sighs. She puts on the Joy Division.

***

Even after years of dating Jonathan, she knows very little about Lonnie Byers, beyond him generally being a complete and total piece of shit. Most of what she does know are things Jonathan hasn’t even told her, the bits of town gossip once passed around her family’s dinner table like salt. Her mom sighing out what a shame it was that Lonnie Byers would up and leave behind two young children: Isn’t it just awful? Her dad replying, Well what do you expect Karen? The man’s a drunk. Hasn’t made a moral decision in his life. Course, if I was married to Joyce Byers, maybe I’d be a drunk too. Mom shooting daggers at him. Joyce had a black eye at Melvald’s last week, you know. She tried to cover it with makeup, but I could tell. Nancy can’t remember what her father said to that. Probably, Michael, finish your peas.

She watches Jonathan watching the road and wishes she could drum up all the right words to say to him. Somehow, when she’s the one freaking out, about her family, or her future, or the memories that come back to haunt her in middle of the night, he always knows what to say.

The most Jonathan’s ever talked about Lonnie was that very first week, when he confessed to her that he’d been the one to teach him to shoot, and had made him kill that rabbit. That same day, he’d told her Lonnie had once loved Joyce, or he thought so, anyway. Nancy wonders how anyone could go from love to black eyes, to a son who follows up any mention of your name with, he’s an asshole; who refuses, by and large, to refer to you at all.

Once, about a year ago, after she and Jonathan stumbled home from a party neither one of them had really wanted to attend that ended in both of them having way more fun and getting far  drunker than intended, Jonathan brought him up. They were eating leftover pizza from the fridge and drinking waters, which they had at least had the wherewithal to determine they needed to switch to before dropping off to bed. It wasn’t the first time Nancy had been that drunk, but it was for Jonathan.

He was at a giggly, silly, perfectly content level of drunkenness, which was Nancy’s favorite stage. After coming up from a bout of seemingly endless giggles, though, things had gotten more contemplative. Jonathan turned to her, the ghost of the laugh of seconds before still written across his face, and admitted, this isn’t how I thought it’d feel, being drunk. 

No? What did you think it’d feel like? 

I was afraid I’d finally understand him. 

Him?

Dad. You know, he would yell all the time, shove us around, maybe, but he wouldn’t start throwing the real punches unless he was sickeningly drunk. I thought maybe I’d have it, too. He’d gestured nonsensically at the air. The anger. There was a short pause in which Jonathan finished the last slice of pizza, shook himself a little. Then he said, Do you want to listen to the Clash?

Even drunk, Nancy had wanted to scream at him that he couldn’t just say something like that and then move on like it was nothing. All she managed to choke out was, Did he do it a lot? Throw the real punches, I mean?

Jonathan waved her off, already shuffling through his records, somehow, impossibly, not tired at all. Don’t worry, Nancy. The important thing, Nance, is that he never got Will. 

Four hours into the drive, Nancy makes him pull into a rest stop so they can switch places. At the very least, she’s not going to let him drive to the point of exhaustion.

***

They make it to Hawkins in record time, and are in front of the Byers-Hopper residence by 9:45 the next morning. Jonathan lets them in the side door. No sooner have they entered the living room before El’s in front of them.

“Jonathan!” she cries, flinging her arms around her brother. He drops his bag immediately to pull her into a tight hug. El draws away long enough to repeat the gesture with Nancy.

Nancy loves coming home to the Byers-Hopper clan. The reception she gets here is more enthusiastic than if she were Queen of England. It’s the exact opposite of what she gets coming home to her own parents’ house, where she’s lucky if Mike comes upstairs from the basement long enough to mutter ‘hello’ at her, and her father reluctantly rises from his recliner only to make a judgmental comment about her clothes, or the size of her weekend bags, or the way she’s done her hair. Here, she never feels like she has to pass muster.

When El’s arms leave her, they’re replaced almost immediately by Joyce’s. She’s swatting both her and Jonathan’s shoulders and saying, “You guys should not have driven home for this! Hop is fine, we’re all fine. You have exams!”

“It’s okay, Mom,” Jonathan reassures her, waving a hand dismissively at her fretting gestures, “we wanted to come.” He’s already looking over her shoulder at the couch, where Nancy can see the slouched form of Jim Hopper. She can’t deny that she’s relieved to find him in one piece, looking mostly unscathed but for a jagged cut splitting his right eyebrow, deep enough to warrant a row of neatly spaced, purple-threaded stitches. El’s returned to her spot beside her father, hand woven immediately back into his. Will, Nancy notes, isn’t in the room at all.

“What the hell happened?” Jonathan asks, stepping towards Hop. Nancy notices that both of his hands are shaking, now that they no longer have the steering wheel to cling to. She reaches forward to cup one of his palms between both of her own.

Normally, Hopper would probably make some sarcastic remark here. Nancy can practically hear it. But he must see the same franticness Nancy does in Jonathan’s eyes, because he’s quick to reassure. “Just a scratch, kid, just a scratch. Nothing to drive across state lines for, Jesus. I’m not worth all that.”

Jonathan crosses his arms, bending over to more closely examine Jim’s cut. “That’s a dozen stitches at least,” he observes dryly. “Near your eye.”

Hopper shrugs, “Better near than on. Could’ve been worse. Your old man’s got a decent throw.”

“Will said you passed out.”

“My own fault. I broke the golden rule of policing: never turn away from an armed assailant. Thought I’d finally convinced that fucker to go away; beer bottle caught me when my back was turned. Went down from the shock more than anything. And Will exaggerated. I was only passed out for a minute.” He shrugs, like the whole event was no big deal. Like he’s willing them to believe this is not a big deal.

Nancy can tell Jonathan clocks it immediately from the way that his shoulders dip. Her boyfriend is well adept himself at trying to minimize the concern of others. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.  

Only then does Hopper’s voice rise. He tries to stand too, but Joyce pushes him back down. “Now listen. I neverwant you to apologize for that man, you hear me?”

Jonathan’s breathing is heavy. He doesn’t answer, but instead turns to his mother to ask, “How’s Will?”

Now that she’s got over the initial shock of seeing them, Joyce’s face is drawn. Nancy wonders if they’ve been up all night, sitting in this living room looking at each other. Maybe wondering if Lonnie would dare come back for another round. She sounds utterly exhausted when she says, “In his room. Resting.”

They do nothing but stare at each other for a long beat, having some silent conversation mother to son. Then Joyce continues, “I’m sure you both are exhausted. You didn’t drive through the night, did you?” It’s obvious that that’s what they’ve done, to get here this early. “Bed, both of you. El sweetheart, maybe you should go up too, none of us slept much last night, did we? Then, tonight we’ll all—well, we’ll all catch up!” It’s too forcibly cheerful for the situation. Nancy doesn’t miss how Joyce’s smile is pinched at the corners.

Jonathan opens his mouth like he wants to say something more to her, but then he just shuts it again, moving to collect their bags and lead Nancy up the stairwell.

Joyce and Hopper have a new house, now. Still on the outskirts of the town, by the woods, but bigger than the Byer’s old home and Hopper and El’s cabin, put together. They have a room set up for Jonathan, even though he hasn’t stayed in it for more than a few nights since their first summer of college. Jonathan drops their bags in the room, then turns to her. “I’m going to go check on Will,” he tells her softly. Nancy nods, and watches his retreating back as he disappears down the hall. She know he won’t sleep until he’s seen Will for himself, verified he’s still alive and breathing.

She waits up for him, laying on her usual side of the bed between unfamiliar sheets and staring at the window, a bright square of light that can’t quite be dimmed by the thin curtains. She can see through them right into the backyard, which is settling in beneath the morning sun. The light drapes the grey room with a yellowness that seems almost eerie, considering how much it feels like midnight, in every sense but the time on the clock.  

He’s gone for at least an hour before finally he crawls in beside her. Nancy feels warmer immediately, even before she’s pressed herself against him, before Jonathan’s arms lace around her, pulling her in flush to his chest. She breathes in the scent of his shampoo—some 2-in-1 coconut thing that’s the cheapest option at their corner drugstore. It smells like home. For some reason she feels a little bit like crying. “How is he?” she whispers to the half-darkness.

Jonathan nestles into her neck, speaking mostly into her hair as he says, “He thinks it’s his fault.”

Hmm, who does that remind you of? she thinks. But Nancy doesn’t say it. She pulls his hand to her chest and laces their fingers together. Squeezes once, twice, as many times as it takes until Jonathan squeezes back.

“He’ll be okay,” she says softly, “He’s got a good support system.”

He says nothing back for so long she thinks he might have fallen asleep, but then Nancy feels him start to shake. It’s a jerky, rigid movement, like he’s trying hard to suppress it. She feels a dampness at the nape of her neck, and it’s so foreign coming from him that it takes her a moment to realize what’s happening. Jonathan’s crying.

“Oh babe.” She lets him go long enough to turn herself around so she’s back against her pillow before pulling his head down to her chest. He wraps his arms around her waist like she’s a lifeline, and then she strokes his hair and lets him cry harder.

Now that he’s started, he doesn’t seem to be able to stop. It’s no matter, Nancy has the time. She holds him closer, whispering nonsensical words she hopes are at least a little soothing. Jonathan has done this countless times for her before, wrapped her tight and let her cry out her sorrows, and Nancy has returned the favor in a million small ways. But she’s never borne witness to Jonathan weeping, in all the years she’s known and loved him. He’s never let her.

They lie there just like that until Jonathan has run out of tears. Then he whispers, voice hoarse, “We’re never going to escape him,” in such a lost, devastated tone that it snaps Nancy’s heart straight in two.

She runs a gentle finger along the curve of his ear. It doesn’t take a genius to work out who he means, but Nancy asks anyway. “Lonnie?”

He nods against her. “Someone saw them kissing behind the school. Then all of a sudden, our dad knows. Lonnie’s still got friends here. After everything he did…”

His voice breaks, so Nancy finishes for him. “It’s disgusting. They’re all disgusting, all the people that defend him even after what he did to you—”

“To my mom and Will,” Jonathan corrects. He doesn’t even sound angry, just…defeated.

But it’s okay, because Nancy can have enough anger for the both of them. “To you,” she repeats, leaving no room for argument, “and to them. Both. You don’t have to give me the details—ever, if you don’t want to—but I know he hurt you, too.” She strokes his hair again until Jonathan shudders, then finally relaxes. He doesn’t try and argue with her this time.

After a while, he drifts off to sleep against her, probably out of pure exhaustion. Nancy knows she needs to sleep too. They’ve been awake an unbearably long amount of time; surely, her body will give out soon. But at the moment, her mind refuses to stop reeling from how much she would like to kill Lonnie Byers with her bare hands for what he did to this boy, her favorite person in the world, and his family (which happens to be her favorite too).

She lays awake for some time afterward, thinking of Joyce patting her cheek in greeting, of the cheerful, happy beam that’s been a near-permanent feature on Will’s face in the past year or so, ever since allowing himself to live as his truest self. She hates that his own dad could take that away, that anyone could want to hurt any of the people under this roof. The devastation of it burns inside of her until at long last, sleep pulls her under.

***

When she wakes, it’s to empty sheets and the sound of quiet humming coming from downstairs. Nancy gets herself up and pulls open their bags, quickly changing into clean sweatpants and one of Jonathan’s sweaters from the top of their clothes pile. Then she pads her way through the hallways and down the stairs, to see how she can help.

It’s only El in the kitchen, stirring something on the stovetop and bopping her head to rhythm of the song she’s humming, Nancy vaguely recognizes it as something Madonna. “Hey,” she says in greeting, and El jumps about a foot into the air, nearly dropping the spoon.

“Oh! Hi, Nancy.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

El shoots her a conspiratorial smile, “I’ve been scared by much worse.” She’s grown a lot in the last year, even more since the last time Nancy’s seen her. El’s as tall as Nancy now, and healthier than she’s ever been, now that she only gets to use her powers for such mundane things as picking up the spoons she drops and turning on fans without the switch. She’s happier, too.

“Where are the others?” Nancy asks, leaning against the counter and watching as El once again begins to stir.

El frowns. “Well, Jonathan and I started the garlic bread, but then I remembered we didn’t actually have bread, so Joyce went out to get some! Will went to pick up Mike.”

Nancy sighs. She was kind of hoping none of her family would learn she’s in town, so she wouldn’t have to cram in time to see them all. But it’s Mike, so of course she should have expected it. It will probably be easy to convince him to keep the info from their parents, at leats but it’ll be harder sell to get him to not tell Holly.

“Oh,” El continues, “And Dad and Jonathan went outside to talk. I do not think they wanted me there.” She dips her head in gesture towards the small window above the kitchen sink, and Nancy shuffles close enough to look out.

Sure enough, Hopper and Jonathan are sitting on the steps of the back porch. Hopper’s got an arm reached out, a hand tousling Jonathan’s shoulder, so it must be going well enough. That’s good. Nancy doesn’t want to admit it, but she’d been a little worried how that would shape out. Jonathan’s relationship with Hopper, even though it’s been years since he and Joyce got together, is still somewhat tentative.

It's nothing Hopper’s done, it’s just…who her boyfriend is. He doesn’t let anyone in easily, but once you’re in, you’re in. She watches as Jonathan laughs at something and shakes his head at Hop. On the drive here, he had been worried about Will, yes, But Nancy knows he’d been worried about Hopper, too. She turns back to El. “What can I do to help?”

“Set the table?” El says, “Oh, and can you pass me the parsley?”

They work alongside each other preparing the dinner in companionable silence. Then out of nowhere, El says “I’m sorry you had to drive here.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth in the anxious way she does sometimes. “Joyce and I were at the movies. If I had been here, I would have handled it. Then Dad wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and Will wouldn’t have panicked, and Jonathan wouldn’t have had to worry.”

God, was it every member of this family who blamed themselves, even in situations where every indicator pointed very clearly towards a single man at blame? She sets down the last napkin and moves back into the kitchen so she can look at El directly. “Jonathan worries no matter what, I assure you.” She offers a small smile and waits for the younger girl to return it.

“Too much, Dad says,” El eventually sighs. “Joyce, too.”

Nancy frowns. “They’re right. But there’s no changing him. And anyway, I love him for it.” She did. It was one of the things that had endeared her to Jonathan even before they’d officially become friends. His love for his family was the axis on which his entire world spun.

“I think it’s good that I wasn’t here, probably,” El adds, turning back to the pasta now boiling on the stove. Nancy raises an eyebrow at her. “Dad says I’m not allowed to kill people anymore.”

She says this so plainly that Nancy immediately bursts into laughter, which sets El to laughing, too. “It’s true! He told me this morning we’re just supposed to press charges against him for battery and assault, and maybe get a restraining order, like we’re normal people.”  

This makes Nancy laugh even harder. “I thought about killing him last night,” she admits, “with one my guns.”

The grin she receives back is one entirely of approval.

They’re interrupted by Joyce returning with a loaf of bread and soon after by Will and Mike, the latter of whom greets her with a wave and no smile.

Nancy looks her little brother up and down. He looks very stressed out, bouncing on the balls of feet like he’s wasting time by just standing still, and he keeps shooting Will extremely unsubtle looks of concern, like he’s afraid the other boy will fall over at any minute.

The Byers and the Wheelers. What would they do without one another?

She moves forward to wrap him in a tight hug, and for once, Mike doesn’t even groan out a complaint.

***

Dinner is wonderful. Nobody talks about the gaping elephant in the room, which is the reason they are all here together in the first place. Instead, Hopper jokes with Mike and El tells her and Jonathan about an art project she’s working on in school. By the end, even Will, who was unusually quiet for most of the meal, even by his standards, has somewhat relaxed.

It feels like all meals with the Byers-Hopper family feel: warm. Nancy asks Will and Mike for updates on their college applications and Joyce if she’ll give her the incredible garlic bread recipe. She goes back for seconds of pasta, because even though she and Jonathan do a decent job of keeping themselves well-fed, their own meals never quite taste this good.

At some point, beneath the table, Jonathan’s foot loops around one of her own so their ankles are touching. It’s lovely.

When Joyce and Hopper retire early for the night, she and Jonathan stay up with the others and put on a film. It’s some horror thing Will and Mike are into, and Nancy ends up falling asleep on Jonathan’s shoulder thirty minutes in. She’s promptly shaken awake and ushered up to bed as soon as the credits start to roll.

The kids stay behind, still high on the adrenaline of everything that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours, but Will promises he’ll drive Mike home when the time comes and neither she nor Jonathan bother to try and figure out if that’s true or not. She can’t wait to be under the blankets and snuggled up against him again. 

“Hey,” Jonathan whispers to her, lying, face to face this time, against their pillows.

“Hey.” After the chaos of the day, she soaks in this moment of just him. It’s the quiet, stolen seconds between them that keep her sane. It’s been like that for more than five years. God, is she lucky.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he says.

She would follow him anywhere, she thinks. To the moon, if he asked it of her. This is a much quicker turnaround. They’ll have to make the drive back on Monday in order to give Nancy at least a day to prepare properly for Wednesday’s exam. Thankfully, Nancy Wheeler prepares ahead; She’d started studying a week ago, so it will probably be okay. If not, well, this was more important anyway. “Family comes first,” she tells him. The ‘our,’ she hopes, is implied. Somewhere along the way, she’s stop distinguishing between his family and hers. He reaches a hand out to trace a finger along her eyebrow.

“Will seemed a bit better after we ate,” she says, thinking about the grin on his face when he’d held up his movie choice. He’d been solemn during dinner, but then he’d started to come back to himself talking with El and Mike.  

Nancy’s come to know Will well, and she knows the similarities between the Byers brothers run deep. They both just get so…stuck in their own heads. It takes time, and persistence, and people around them they trust, to bring them back again.

“I’m not sure we can claim much of the credit for that.”

She thinks about the scene they’d left downstairs—all three of them laughing as Mike reenacted some ridiculous, gory death scene from the movie, and has to agree. “Maybe. But he only let them help after you helped him first, when you talked to him this morning.”

“You have too much confidence in me,” Jonathan says, but he does quirk a smile. “You don’t even know what I said.”

“Ah, but I’ve had my share of Jonathan Byers’ pep talks, so I know it was good.”

He cups the back of her head and pulls her in close enough to kiss her forehead.

***

The rest of the visit goes about as well as can be expected. El arranges a board game tournament and Joyce makes them all hot cocoas, which they sip gratefully as they play. Mike comes over again for this event, too, which is nice. Nancy doesn’t get the chance to come home very often, and no matter how much she loves the city and the small, happy life she’s building there with Jonathan, it’s the afternoons like these she misses most.

Hopper spends the second morning and afternoon at the police station, and that’s when Jonathan is most on edge. After she loses an infuriating round of scrabble to Mike, Nancy finds him sitting on thee pebbled steps leading up to the front door, eyes on the quiet street. She plops down next to him, takes his hand, and rests her head on his shoulder, just to cover all her bases.

He quirks a brow at her in feigned shock, “Wait, you lost?”

“Only because Mike’s memorized all the ‘q’ words,” Nancy tells him bitterly. Qaid is going to haunt her a few days, at least. “What are you doing out here?”

“Thinking.”

Nancy frowns, waiting for him to elaborate. He always tells her, eventually.

Sure enough it come minutes later. “I almost took the car this morning,” he confesses. “Before everyone woke up. I was going to drive to Indianapolis.”

Nancy stills. She doesn’t know exactly how that would have ended, but she can’t imagine it would have been anything good. “Jonathan….”

“I know, I know. I didn’t do it, did I?”

“Good. One, I care about bringing you home in one piece, you know. Two, if you do anything that reckless, you bring me along. That’s the deal.”

Jonathan shakes his head. “He usually runs out of steam after the first few hits.”

Her skin crawls with the implications of that statement. She squeezes his hand tighter. A breeze carries the leaves further across the path of the lawn.

She’s surprised when he continues, quiet and steady: “There was this one time, when Will was maybe…six? Mom was at work, and Dad was at the bar. One of his buddies had a kid in Will’s grade, a girl. So he was bragging to my dad all about her, the sports she was trying out for, the hikes they’d gone on, that sort of thing. You know Will…he was never like that.

Well, this guy must’ve said something to Dad, something like, ‘see that, Lonnie, I think they’ve switched it. I got the son and you got the daughter,'  because Dad came home in a rage.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah. Completely wasted, you know…yelling for Will, calling him names. So I told Will to go hide and then I tried to go calm him down….”

Jonathan trails off, but it doesn’t take much to piece together what must’ve happened next. If Will was six, that puts Jonathan at all of nine or ten. Nancy can picture it: skinny, quiet, little Jonathan, standing between his father’s rage and his brother’s hideout.

“That’s the night I decided I hated him.” He gives a hollow, dull sort of laugh. “And look, all these years and he’s never given me a reason to stop.”          

Nancy follows his line of sight down the street. Not a car has passed through since she came out here. “You don’t think he’d come back?” She asks tentatively.

Jonathan shakes his head.

She thinks of the person who saw the boys kissing in the schoolyard, who must’ve reported it to their own father, who then reported it to Lonnie. “And he wouldn’t…you know, tell?”

Nancy reads the newspapers, and she’s seen the headlines. Missing men, murdered men. She remembers, all too well, what everyone was saying when Will disappeared; all the rumors that swirled about what had most likely happened to him, and the jeering, unsurprised way the people in this town discussed it, like it was good riddance. Like a twelve year old boy could ever deserve something like that, just because of who he was. Even the memory of it is enough to bring a rush of bile to her mouth. The possibilities are always there, and the fear. She knows that it haunts Jonathan, too.

Another shake. “Nah. He thinks it’s his own personal shame, having a gay son. That’s probably why he showed up here in the first place, to make one last try at beating it out of him.” He sighs. “If Hopper hadn’t been here….”

“But he was,” Nancy reminds him. She will remind him of that no matter how many times it takes to sink in, do everything in her power to stop this impending spiral before it begins. “It’s not all on you anymore, Jonathan. Or even you and your mom. It’s all of us in it together, now.” She pats his knee and makes to stand. “Now come on, Will said we’re doing Pictionary next and I’ve still got time to convince him he should be on my team.”

"Wait...no way! Will's always with me."

***

The next morning, they sit in the driveway with their bags in the back for a good long moment before Jonathan starts up the car. Nancy starts to reassure him they’ll be back in a week, but then Will and El both come jogging out, racing to the car. Jonathan puts the car back in park as Will taps on the window.

When they roll it down, he says in rush, “Mom said to remind you you’re in charge of pies for Thanksgiving. One apple and one pumpkin—”

“No,” El huffs, “One apple and one pecan.”

“El, you’re the only one who likes pecan, it’s gross. We’re not having pecan.”

They argue back and forth for a minute until Jonathan interrupts. “Guys. Guys!” Two heads snap to attention. “If I’m making them, I’m choosing.”

“So apple and pumpkin,” says Will victoriously.

“Maybe I like pecan now.” His tone is elusive enough for Will’s face to fall. El smirks. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” they both say. Jonathan waits.

“Mom also says call when you get there. What else?”

“Don’t worry too much.”

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry too much.” Will shoots them a final grin, then they’re both running back up the drive.

Jonathan rolls the window back up and lets out a breath. Relief, Nancy thinks. They'll be okay. Then he turns to her and smile. “Home?”

“Yes. Let’s go home.”  

This time, they play music the entire way there.

#jancyweek2022 #Jonathan Byers #Nancy Wheeler #jancy #Jonathan x Nancy #otp: monster hunting #my fanfics #this feels kind of incomplete but im calling it 'not all fanfics have to be the best thing you've ever written katie' and clicking post #stranger things

[ikram1909]

https://www.tumblr.com/ikram1909/735795219717619712/i-criticize-a-lot-about-xavi-but-i-dont-think-he

yeah i do agree his defensive work rate is also a differential trait i meant to add that in there as well!! i just meant overall i think passion comes to mind with him because it’s something you can always feel oozing out of him when he’s on the field, it’s extremely extremely noticeable especially compared to the rest of the team. i do also wish people mentioned more specific football abilities when it comes to praising him too, absolutely, especially when sometimes all it does is contribute to narratives about him online. i just try and not be too hard on the players/xavi when they talk about him because i think focusing on things like his passion show how much they like him as a person and before anything else he is a person you know, so it’s cute to me sometimes that when he’s brought up they mention missing his presence as a person above all (and also i doubt they’re heavily aware of twitter narratives). but yeah i do wish his actual abilities were brought up more, specifically by xavi as a coach

My issue was always more with Xavi than the players themselves only focusing on his passion. And it's not really only a twitter narrative because the press limits him to his personality too. Like I'm pretty sure everyone is aware of it and his coach should at least try to point out that he's more than just that. I know it's hard to do considering how rare it is for someone to have a personality like Gavi's but so are his other qualities. You'd think a coach that relies on him to make his entire system tick would have better words to describe him in my opinion.

[thebreakfastgenie]

Sorry; just a point of clarification on my last anon because I think it got lost in me trying to put my thoughts into order. I also experienced quite a lot of "let men just be friends" as a way to shut down "gay shipping" in earlier years of fandom and I think that has also lent itself to a bit of defensiveness about that argument. The point of bringing up e.g. Good Omens was to that end. These days, you'd be hard pressed to find someone who isn't chomping at the bit to see whether Gaiman canonizes a romantic relationship in the sequel, but back in the day there was a lot of "if you interpret this as romantic or ship it, you're wrong, this is just what friendship looks like, let people be friends" that shouted down a lot of the 'shipping. So even though I know you are not doing that, I do still have a bit of a defensive reaction to people using that line because I remember a time when it was used to shout down LGBT interpretations of a work.

Honestly, I do understand that. I remember seeing that too, and I think like with a lot of things related to LGBT issues, public opinion--or in this case fandom opinion--turned really fast, so it's kind of a strange adjustment.

I do actually try to avoid that line for exactly that reason, but sometimes I just can't think of a better shorthand. I'm open to suggestions on that front!

Also, I'm sort of removed from it, because... gay ships just don't mean that much to me the way they do to a lot of fandom-inclined queer people. I think they may have when I was younger and figuring things out, but nowadays when I'm invested in and passionate about a ship, it's honestly just about a story I find interesting. I don't find meaningful representation in non-canon gay ships; I barely find it canon gay ships, but that's another conversation about how I just don't quite fit in here.

So on the one hand I'm like... trying to talk about my experiences in fandom and my desire to make room for platonic interpretations without invoking language that many of us associate with homophobes or implying that shipping is inherently bad or wrong, but on the other hand I don't really relate to the significance of LGBT interpretations. If I want a gay story, I'll find one. I'm not looking for one in M*A*S*H or most of the other media I consume. I know these LGBT interpretations are very significant to other people and I want to respect that, it's just not something I exactly relate to.

[phoebehalliwell]

how would you rank the seasons from least to most favourite?

alright okay right off the bat worst season season 7. for starters i think this season has no staying power i mean like since i’ve been running this blog 4 so long now my knowledge of charmed is encyclopedic and insanely vast more than like it ever need be but for the longest time. i could not remember season 7. like wtf even happened there?? evidently leo became human??? cole returned? the avatars??? like all of it was just. it’s not even necessarily forgettable it’s just i straight up could not remember it for the longest time. and i’ve said it before the concept of utopia was way to advanced for a show like charmed to tackle i am not watching charmed for moral philosophy i am watching bc i love these girls ♥ hee hee hoo hoo magic adventure ✨ tho if i am to offer a single comment on utopia: it’s awfully rich for a show to go on about destiny and fate and then take a stand against utopia in the name of free will. but w/e. i don’t like leo in the avatars i don’t like his dynamic with piper in this season i don’t like whatever phoebe’s doing this season there’s like leslie?? maybe there’s someone else? boring & flavorless they should have been setting up her endgame instead of puttering around. and kyle. zoo wee mama. could have been a great antihero. morally gray. duplicitous. self serving. but no. they gave him all those traits and called him hero/love interest. s7 left a lot to be desired out of the characters and their relationships also gave us phat L’s such as the charmed ones are werewolves don’t worry about it and feminism peaked with naked women. shout out to zankou: demon, dilf, dub & the noir episode.

you know what? fuck it i’ll say it second worse season 5 genuinely fuck season five. this is probably a Very Specific beef 2 me But. i hate what they did to the charmed universe. this was the season that marked the transition of charmed from supernatural drama to campy soap which like. i love camp! i do! but fr. fuck this season and what it did to the worldbuilding. the early season have Such A Vibe to them man with warlocks and witches and just a couple niche monsters from assorted lore that the show took and made their own. season five opens with mermaids goes directly into fairytales then gives us superheros whatever the fuck was going on in that mummy episode the sandman leprechauns and nymphs. and i hate it for that. it takes away from this urban fantasy things that go bump in the night what lurks in the shadows of the back alleys of san francisco in favor of the ugliest cinderella dress ever put to television and an onslaught of horrible irish accents for a full episode. other issues with season five: cole’s still here? why? they don’t know and neither will you! we’re not redeeming him! phoebe’s not getting back together with him! yes he died we just refuse to let him go! the cherry on top of course being a cole-centric 100th episode. shout out to. hmm. lemme think about what i actually liked about this season. i like jason dean as a love interest i don’t remember what he did in s5 but i know he was there. the season finale i’ve talked about how stupid & shitty it was but idc i still love that episode and then shout out to bacarra the only original villain this season that was a proper serve. the crone gets second place.

next on this come on we all saw it coming season 8. it’s a bad season! and i get bts there was a whole lot happening budget cuts missing actor etc. but it goes beyond that. it was a bad season. billie and christie were bad. and i’ve said this before but billie in herself is not an inherently bad character. she was just the literal worst for the show. she was a dollar store buffy blonde confident cocky skilled and ready 2 fight evil But. we are not following her like we followed buffy we are following her mentors. it’s like if we had a show called giles that aired for seven seasons And Then buffy showed up. billie was insanely irritating to watch from our perspective and in general wasn’t like. well written. attempts to humanize her / give her more depth often fell flat. and then christy. oh nelly. oh my god. barely a character. not well acted but hey it would have been a miracle if she was. negatives include dumain who was a mess omg bringing back the triad bringing back the source billie & christy obvi and also involving homeland security. which is season 7′s fault which is why it’s the worst. dubs on the other hand include both coop and henry i really liked them the shoehorned love interests weren’t great but i like their characters i though the way the got rid of leo to save on the budget was really creative and gave us a great piper episode and of course the sugary sweet finale i love it i do what can i say.

yet another controversial choice aptly coming in fourth is season 4. i respect what season 4 set out to do. i think it was a good idea. long form narratives, keeping a darker tone, focusing on character-driven drama and growth. too bad it fucking failed miserably at all of this. cole as the source and phoebe as the queen of hell was just so so botched. they had a very unique opportunity following the death of prue to explore these characters and what it means to them to be charmed, to be witches. they saved the world but the cost is insanely high. they’ve lost an older sister. they’ve gained a new sister. how do you even begin to cope with all this? episodes such as hell hath no fury and brain drain fuck so hard because they work with exactly that. had the whole season been like those episode season four would sit at number one with flying colors absolutely no competition. but alas. we can’t have nice things. the show got so bogged down with phoebe & cole, in a way that was just so, so messy. for starters, whether you loved cole or hated him before, we can all agree source!cole sucked. he was such a strong 180 from what we had seen that the show had to make the source some type of possession to justify half the shit they were trying to pull. and then to pit phoebe and paige against one another over a man was just. disgusting. and the ending of course felt rushed because it was! they wrapped up that entire issue in a nice little bow much faster than they reasonably should have been able to. it could have been a great season. it was definitely not. shout out to the seer an iconic mastermind on barbas levels, as previously stated brain drain and hell hath no fury Specific shout out to piper’s scene at prue’s grave shout out to paige as a character i like what they did with her and um. yeah that’s it.

okay we’re exiting the shit tier in favorite of the good tier welcome to the upper half. kicking us off is season 6. season 6 did what season 4 could not in that it gave us a long form plot that still left plenty of room for like. normal demon of the week episodes. i love phoebe early in this season with her faboo haircut her brand new empathy power and her relationship with jason dean. obvious strikes against for whatever the fuck that baby crazy stint was and also the mata hari episode. yikes. i love paige’s hair color in this season nothing paige as a character necessarily stands out to me however i like how they seem to have hit the blend of work-magic with paige where she wants a life and career outside of magic however she still loves the craft and embraces is with an open heart and mind. season six also gives us chris who was a very fun male lead imo we really didn’t have many like him he’s bitchy. he whines and bitches a lot he’s got an agenda he’s a bit secretive but at the end of the day he just wants a family i like him. i like the character growth we see out of piper i like seeing her try to move on from leo i love seeing her get back together with leo i like her dynamic with chris and her fears about motherhood. i also liked richard but that one takes a lot of justification. L’s are witchstock hyde school reunion used karma off the top of my head also the paige/richard/addiction plotline was so tone deaf. also the girls were mean to darryl : ( he deserved so much better. dubs were chris as a character, tbh the episode little monsters, phoebe with empathy specifically saying i love you too to jason i could write a dissertation on that line alone also the courtship of wyatt’s father and i thought the reveals of evil wyatt and chris being piper and leo’s son were both fun and interesting plot twists.

coming in third is actually season 2 a season i really do love it’s just. it lacks structure. imo there is a lot to love about season 2 morality bites and pardon my past are both delightful time travel episodes we get jack sheridan and bane jessup two of my personal favorite prue love interests we get p3 h2o and a great prue plotline regarding the death of patty we get the super cute cupid episode it’s a great. collection of episodes. it’s not a great season. there’s just imo not a strong enough thread connecting the stories together it’s mainly held together by having the same characters in it over and over again i really liked dan personally but like. i knew we were wasting time there. he was just an obstacle. a super cute loving and caring obstacle who’s great with kids but lbr piper and leo were always endgame. wasting our time on dan was stupid. i do love the sister dynamics in season two “gotta hand it to those pesky little demons they sure have brought us closer together” but again. this season could have benefitted from a rex and hannah type or even like a cole or zankou. this season is less of a season and more of just like a handful of episodes, and while there are some fat dubs, there are also some definite swings & misses. shout out to the time travel episodes the prue centric episodes phoebe’s character growth and maturity throughout this season (e.g. her going back to college) and i also think the fashion got a lot more fun this season.

second place i’m saying season one season one was a really strong start and gave us these really compelling characters with interesting relationships between one another But. a lot of it just kinda falls flat. and credit where credit is due it was a brand new show getting its feet under it but the fourth sister feats of clay which prue is it anyway they just simply aren’t dubs imo. also i don’t like that 70′s episode bc again i am an asshole concerned about The Lore i can’t believe one bitch ass warlock caused the Charmed Ones to grow up without powers. it just really bugs me. all in all the plots as a whole like aren’t great imo they’re nothing to write home about (save for from fear to eternity) it’s really the characters that make this season so goddamn good.

first place congratulations to the one the only season three. this is just because it kinda hits all my requirements in that it has some banger one offs (e.g. all halliwell’s eve, the good, the bad, and the cursed) it has an overarching plot at the exact same time as the source becomes more prominent and obvi cole is also there with murderous intent i like the character growth we see especially from prue i like piper and leo finally get married overall i really like the aesthetic of this season that blends a darker urban fantasy tone with still some charmed fashion and whimsy. strikes against tbh phoebe and cole’s relationship i am insanely picky with my enemies to lovers and the do not come remotely close to cutting the mustard in fact they are almost immediately disqualified however from afar i can see and respect The Drama. shout out to recasting victor prue with pistols death as a character and shannen directing episodes

#and of course this is a matter of opinion i'm not expecting everyone to agree w me Howver #i think you'd also be hard pressed to talk me out of my opinion #like the closer you get to the top there's more wiggle room like what's the best season i think changes with the wind #but the shit tier stays shit tier in my mind it's a matter of personal preference and i personally prefer my season to be good #charmed #💌

[noforkingclue]

I sent you a DM asking if you'd write for any batman villains and you said yes, you have unleashed the floodgates of my mind and it's your problem now. You've had a crush on Jonathan Crane before you eve took his class in college. Since becoming scarecrow you've gotten even more infatuated and curious about him. You see him again a few years later, even years later the infatuation is still there, he actually remembers you and is VERY curious about your lack of fear towards him.

Yep, I also write for DC! To be honest, I do prefer DC to Marvel (at least comic wise!). I've also been re-watching Peaky Blinders so I've been itching to write a fic for a Cillian Murphy character!

Hope you like the fic :D

Title: I Remember You

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @imjustassaneasyou, @spngingerbread21

You stared wide eyed at the man in front of you, breathing heavily. He roughly pulled off his mask as he gave you a curious look. Eventually you swallowed thickly and said,

“Doctor Crane. It’s good to see you again.”

You smiled gently as Crane’s eyes locked with yours. Crane used to lecture at your university and you were surprised about how captivating you found his lectures to be. Every word he said was seared into your mind and however hard you tried to get rid of them, you couldn’t. You knew that many of your classmates shared that opinion, as well as being captivated by his good looks. The latter was something that Doctor Crane eventually used to his advantage.

Even after Doctor Crane abandoned who he used to be and became the Scarecrow you were still entranced by him. You made sure to read every article which contained his crimes, even ones that made you flinch in horror. You wanted to know what made such a respected man turn into such evil.

“I’m not sure if you remember me,” you said, “Y/n L/n. You lectured at my university quite often. I often took your class. Your lecture on the psychology was a favourite of mine. It inspired me to-“

“Be quiet.”

Immediately you stopped talking. You knew when it was best to keep your mouth shut, especially in a situation like this. You had only gone into the bank to cash a cheque, you weren’t expecting to be held up at gun point by your old lecturer. Where the two of you were located was away from view of the other people in the bank and Crane’s hired minions.

“Yes,” Crane’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, “L/n. I do remember you. You had a brilliant mind.”

“I do?”

“Which makes me wonder,” Crane continued as though you didn’t speak, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”

It took him pushing the barrel of his gun against your cheek for you to answer.

“Umm,” you said, “I guess it’s because whenever I see you I remember the first time I met you. You were running late for class and as you pushed open the door and tripped and-“

“Alright,” Crane’s voice suddenly became harsh and cold, “That’s enough. Yet I’m holding a gun to you,” he pressed it against you for emphasis, “And yet- no fear.”

Achingly slowly he trailed the gun down your cheek. The cold metal was a very reminder at what could happen so easily with just press of a trigger. Crane dragged it across your jawline until it reached your chin. He then tilted your chin up so you were forced to look into his impossibly blue eyes.

“Still no fear.” He muttered, almost to himself

“There are worse ways to go,” you said, “At least a bullet through the head is quick. It’s not like I’d be slowly poisoned or tortured to death.”

“And is that what you fear?”

Crane’s lip twitched in amusement and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Do you really think that I’d be stupid enough to admit what I fear to in front of you?”

“I’d be disappointed if you were, my dear.”

The sound of glass breaking above you made you jump. A figure all in black dropped to the floor and a mixture of shouts of joy and anger rang throughout the building. You couldn’t help but smile at the appearance of Batman.

“Although,” you jumped when you felt Crane grip your chin tightly, “I’m looking forward to finding out. I’m curious to see just how strong that mind of your really is.”

#fanfiction #dc #reader insert #request #Jonathan Crane #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #scarecrow x reader

[bemylord]

↠ toji with a virgin s/o ↞

pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

warnings: nsfw, aged up, size kink [?], oral [fem!receiving], virgin reader, first time, lost of virginity, praising, toji calls himself daddy, grammar errors.

word counter: 3.2k

rq: I would like to request a oneshot? a hc would be appreciated too though. Toji with a virgin gf who can’t even make herself cum? Just how he would like to destroy her :)

butler's remark: (◕‿◕) hello lord, i'm back with an oneshot with toji being tremendously tender with his lover for the first time. in addition, reader is a citizen. sorry, i did it soft, bc i think toji will super-extra-super soft for the first time with his s/o, only for the first. i hope you'll like that, thanks for the request ;)

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you've been an ordinary citizen and had never planned to date a sorcerer or someone close to this specialty. you ain't cowardly, merely as you were thinking you'll marry a simple man and will have kids with him, and die in one day like lovebirds.

you had never considered yourself being stuck in a relationship with a sorcerer killer.

you were overworked, virtually sleeping as were walking in the empty street, dreaming to get home as soon as possible, to feel the silk sheets against your back. the area where your office was located had little street lighting, although, you hadn't felt the anxiety of being robbed or something worse. the day went lingeringly and horrible due to the boss who declared you as a temporary deputy, piled you up with a stack of papers.

but, this is life, anything might happen. all of a sudden, you overheard something behind you but as you looked back - there was nobody, as soon as you turn your head to the starting position, you saw a young, skinny man who is holding a knife in his hand.

'hmm~ look who's here, a young, gorgeous lady..' he said with his disgusting, lewd voice, coming closer to you. 'would you mind playing with me? don't be shy or els-'

you have a perky personality, no doubt, but because of how hard the day was, you had one option - run for the hills. before you could do any movements as if hit the man or run away, something prompt hit him, like a swift meteorite that you couldn't see. a cloud of dust grew around you and the man, so you hide your face in the elbow curve, covering your mouth with another hand.

as soon as the dust had settled, in front of you opened up on the view of an adult man. he was high, had an athletic, broad-shouldered, pretty impressive figure. your savior held the blade in one hand, flopped on his back.

'he ran away like a coward. don't worry, girl, you saved, thanks to me' he laughed, he stroked himself on the shoulder, as were about to leave the dead body.

'no i'm not! i'd have protected myself on my own'

you refuted his smugness, watching as he slowly moves his torso in your way, flaunting his outlining muscles through the fabric of the black t-shirt. his complacent eyes and the sharp scar over the right side of the mouth on the edge of his lips. you took a deep breath, continuing on your path as he isn't standing there, not hadn't protected you.

'you're too weak to beat even him, if not me, you'd be-'

'i am stronger as i may look'

he giggled, in a flash stood in front of you, bending over to your face, by finger tugs your face up to look at him directly in eyes, smirked.

'are you sure, girl?'

those green, almost emerald, but cold eyes looked directly into yours as two faces were as closed as you could kiss his lips.

'i'll walk you home'

'i don't want to, and anyway, maybe you're his partner in crime, leave me alon-'

previous to you had finished your phrase, he threw your tiny body on his shoulder, leisurely walking, better say, carrying you home. you beat his back, softly reminiscent of a parody of the word 'let me go, moron, i can walk by myself'

'tch, fine, idiot,' he deliberately shrugged his shoulder to close your mouth as heard the name you had given him. 'by the way, what's your name or you prefer the name idiot?' you said sarcastically.

'for you it's toji'

well.

as a result of your crawl and also being talkative when clearly you shouldn't be, you ended up being in a relationship with a man, who'd obviously fuck you on the first date, as it may count as a 'date', anywhere-anytime, by the way.

although you wouldn't ever say he isn't hot or sexy, conversely, you willingly allow him to breed, precisely you'd beg toji to breed you on the straightaway on the cervix, but for one thing.

you're a virgin.

hilariously - it's true. nothing bad to be in your age a virgin, but if you weren't dating toji it'd fine: his dirty jokes and lustful eyes which are maddening you insane, also his fucking athletic body which is outlining through the t-shirt or white cotton shirt [he wear it once] you thought he did it purposely: he knew your secret, undoubtedly could sniff your chaste nature as if you can emit fragrance.

on the second date, it had been nine days since you got acquainted with him, as you moved in with him. toji was exceedingly obsessed with every step of yours - he followed you from the work, in the mall or market, for your security and control every guy who'd be close to you.

although, you couldn't hide your addiction - he's a drug you should be careful with or you might be addicted as if you ain't. he isn't wearing pants in home, walking in front of you solely in underwear. he could walk from the shower in a terry towel wrapped around his torso as he buries his hands in his dark hair mess it up.

'what are you looking at, girl?'

you couldn't take your eyes off his bulging..

'you. just you. i'm gonna cook dinner, something.. special?'

'eggs, baby'

fushiguro put hands above the door frame, exhale and tensed every muscle, narrowing predatory eyes as you were the extraction he was target for. you're laying on his king size bed [lol i'm sorry i'm out], wondering is everything he has gotten measured in king size as he interupted your reflection by putting the knee on the edge of the bed.

'mine. in your pussy'

as if you're bewitched - you couldn't talk, just contemplate as he leisurely moves towards you. you couldn't contravene as he tugs your face to ogle in your absentminded eyes as you're avoiding his gaze, looking at the ceiling or door or even window. not. at. his. bulge.

your heart had stuck in your throat when toji ran his hand under his shirt, certainly, he has a kink of dominion, when he suddenly stopped. despite of your uncertainty and timid of subsequent play, you looked at his emerald eyes as he licks his lips with a tongue.

'are you sure, baby girl? i mean, it's your first time after all'

you quell your forthcoming question staring deeply into lascivious eyes, put hands on his massive shoulders. as you anticipated, his cock twitched as toji letting out a low groan in your ear, kissing your temple. you're absentmindedly running finger pads on his back, not knowing the proximity of bodies that are readiness wanted to intertwine together. not knowing how much it turns him on.

'stop me if i go crazy over your body, okay?'

as if. as if you dare would rip out his tongue off your crotch as he makes you his woman. toji left on your red cheeks quick kisses, took off the towel. you shut your eyes tight, still holding his shoulders barely squeeze them, letting out a hushed moan.

after you quelled your moan, toji touched your lips against his one, running fingers on your lower stomach to the cup of the breast without touching the hard nipple. light movements mixed with his muted groans. his pads deftly touched one areola as you emitted a sharp purr, arching your back a little as a dulcet sign for toji.

you dug your fingers into toji's back, as he put a finger on your hard nipple, holding himself as to grab your tits and clench it in his large hand.

you gasp for the air as if there was a catastrophic shortage of it due to the pressed body of toji. you responded at his deep kiss, wrapping hands around his neck, apparently begging for something more.

he pulled away from the kiss just to take off the shirt he has given you, baring your untouched by no one but him tits, leading palms onto breasts, skipping nipples between the gaps through fingers. he reached down to your lips to give a bit of warning kiss as he slightly bit your lip, kissing all the way down to your collarbone, finally leaving there manifestations of hickeys.

for how long toji has been stopped from leaving on your stunning skin his marks? it seems it has been absolutely not many days but toji, as you may see, clearly has to leave labels on your neck.

he dug his teeth into your neck, frantically wants your area to be dotted by him as a token for everyone meaning: she's taken, dude, don't mess up with her.

for how long toji has been stopped from touching your sensitive area as having been feel warmth and tenderness is emitted from your body?

toji squeezes your nipple imponderable, to make you feel some kind of power over you becoming submitted by toji fushiguro, a sorcerer killer, a man who owned you, spinning the pea between pads, making you let out whimpers.

'you drive me insane, little one,' he approached his face close to the breasts, touched your pea with his tongue cautiously, as not to frighten you away. 'i'm gonna make your pussy drool beneath me, completely own you as my little girl'

you feel yourself gush beneath him, burying hands in his messy hair as your breath has stuck in the throat as toji snuggles his lips on your tits, sucking your hard and probably swollen from teasing. fushiguro has made you became wet in your panties as he's moistening your breast, hearing your precipitous whimpers.

'toj-toji, i don't know-'

'tch, little girl, relax your body and let daddy do the rest'

as he pronounced, he moves down, leaving the trace of wet kisses on your stomach, massaging your hips, stopping his action to look at your red face. your chest heaves heavily every time you feel toji's silky lips on your belly as his finger pads caressing your thighs. as if something weighty is resting on your chest you take deep breathes, breathlessly exhaling.

'spread your legs'

you obediently did what he said, hesitating a bit as the only fabric holding him back to bury his mouth against your pussy, assembling all juices, tasting your cum as if it's his meal. he rested kisses on the fabric of panties, couldn't sate with tender kisses he spreads on your body.

deliberately run tongue on your labia through the thin fabric as you were about to push his hand from your crotch as toji grab you by the hips, pulling you closer. he slackens his teasing actions by kissing your inner thighs. as your cunt was lack of attention from toji, you let out a pliant whimper, approximately woefully have purred.

toji's self-restraint thinning as you're silently begging with your eyes and your hands immeasurably are burying in his dark hair. the tip of his tongue deftly sideline panties, flicked it, as he discovered a divine view on your drooling hole.

'stop me now, because i won't be able to hold back later'

teasufully kissing your labia and area around the place he should be playing with as anticipating for some pliant whimpers of you, deliberately showing you he'll lick that swollen clit, pressing a soft kiss on the skin instead. fushi's shattering your hopes of being eating every time he kissed literally everything and lick everywhere besides your hole and clit. he acts like an inexperienced teenager, notwithstanding, you know that toji'd ruin or demolish your holes like a monster.

't-toji..'

'yes, my little girl' he pressed the tip of his tongue on your clit, hearing those moans he's willing to listen for the rest of his life, then take away as you were about to press his mouth back again, digging his tongue deep inside you, although he obviously couldn't reach to your cervix, barely permeate in your hole.

'you want me to eat your little pussy?'

as if you can't talk, you nodded. scarcely reached up to take off the last thing, leisurely pulling down the panties, staring at you as a predator. toji is standing on his knee on the bed, threw your ankles on his shoulders, smooching ankles watching as to how your cheeks are becoming pinky, as you try not to look at his dick. still, you're a timid one, despite your words.

he reached to your face to give you a voluptuous kiss, returning to the starting position.

'look at your pretty pussy'

he kissed your clit in a flash replace into the tongue, making a circles on swollen and needy spot, decisively giving you what've been begging for. running the tip of the tongue on your virgin hole, leaving it for the dessert, returning to your clit.

you'd swear to god you can see stars in the ceiling as toji squeezing your nipples while moistening you. the proximity of his face in your pussy is driving you insane, for the days of cohabitation you understood he isn't a tender one, vice versa, he'd fuck you whenever his dick gets erect. maybe it's a rush of tenderness, maybe it's the fear of hurting his girl. nevertheless, you not scared to give toji full control of your body and bring you to your first orgasm by ripping the hymen. if that's i may call the way he's licking you, it'd be make-out with your pussy, due to his relentless movements by flicking his tongue on the clit.

'baby,' he pulled away from it, as you squeeze a sheet, making your knuckles become whiten as you spread legs wider, watching his mocking grin appeared on the face. 'i'll be gentle' he pressed his lips on your forehead, taking from the bedside table lubrication to low the friction. although, the thought of his dick ripped the hymen, putting all his tenderness in your first time, make your knees get shaken.

he put a soft kiss on your lips, smearing lubrication on his dick, substitute cock on the entrance. abrupt and penetrating pain wavily covered your body as you feel soft lips covered your mouth, blunting the pain with one hand being dug in your hip, painting illegible traces. another hand he put on your cheek, drawing circles with his thumb, waiting till getting used to the pain.

toji will find lots of red stripes from your nails on his back, smirked, as reminiscing about that special night when he made you his woman. his broad back was made merely for you to leave thousand and thousand fingernail impressions every night. toji had let a low groan as he feels as you move fingertips to the neck, exhaling in his chest.

he entered all his dick inside you feeling as your walls compressing the base, getting used to being full with his thick cock. you're indulging at the new, mind-blowing feeling, give him sheepish kisses as you're scared to be rejected. he moves his palm from the cheek to the ear, running fingers through your tangled but soft to the touch. you nudged your hips up, intermittently letting your breath out.

'tch, if you're not feeling well, i can come-'

'more, toji, more'

without breaking up kiss, he pulled out cock to the tip as pulling it again slowly, stretching your walls, touching with the tip your cervix as his balls touching your ass, groaning in the kiss, softly caress your thigh. you moved your palms to the shoulder, touching the musculature, going down to the biceps wrapping his arm as another hand attempting to draw patterns on the back as if it a canvas for you.

you can feel every vein, curve, and the way his tip is expanding gummy walls, as toji diligently coming in, adjusting inside you then pulling out. you're focusing on how full you're with his cock inside, your clarity gradually getting mushed as the sharp pain turning into a pleasurable and delightful feeling. sating to the new feeling might get addiction, but you're far beyond to accept that, surrendering to your lover as he gets addicted to it. you grasp for his shoulders, as he nudged in you, leaving whimpers from your mouth.

'like that, huh?' he pulled his cock out to contemplate as your facial expression have changed: you furrowed eyebrows as felt your hole being empty without thick toji's cock, practically purring like a march cat. 'beg me for it, baby'

what an insatiable man you've got. he licked his lips, looking down on it. your hymen has left blood, as he glanced at you to see his future wife your reaction.

'i-i toji, it's..'

he hummed, returning to your lips, slowly giving back the missing part.

'you okay?' you nodded as a response; he's perceiving fullness as wants to fill you up, but desperately be tempered himself, blaming he didn't wear a condom to do it. a dozen of half-moons will be littering your hips as toji's digging nails, scrambled your mind with squelches pushes in your hole. 'relax, baby girl, i'm here' he thrusts inside the spongy spot, ripping another moan out of you, voluptuous to his ears. 'baby~ you tease me with those moans of yours'

his cock was aimed at a place inside your vagina, with a slow but deep thrust skillfully reaching your cervix, massaging with the tip of his cock that spot. toji's staring at your pleased, satisfied face as he found that needy place of yours.

holding on to the headboard in the bed as support, clutching the sheet with his other hand like the composure he was rapidly losing with each thrust into your hole, formerly virgin cunt, letting out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back.

wiggling the pelvis backward and forwards as heard beneath his body your whimpers, feeling replenishment on his skin to his previous strips, losing remains self-control as your walls have been clenching his cock, as your body gets shaking as his, preparing the body for the coming ecstasy.

'toji, mh~' you tilted the head back on the pillow, wrapping legs around his pelvis, quelling moans while arching back against his chest. you're milked [? correct if i'm wrong] his cock, shuddering. you felt his lips on your cheeks, as he's covering your wet face in kisses, pulling cock out.

'damn, baby, probably-' he stroke his hard cock a couple of times before releasing his cum onto your belly. fushiguro ran fingers from the hairline, wiping beads of sweat from the hairline through hair. 'are you good?'

as you're still catching your breath you rested on your face a slight smile, closing eyes. he giggled, getting out of bed.

'almost made a baby' it took him a second or two, to lift you up in my arms, leading into the bathroom. 'i'm gonna clean you up, my baby. but you could fall asleep in my arms, you did such a good job by taking my cock' he kissed your forehead, wiping your drops of sweat.

'i love you, toji'

he put you on the washing machine, turning away from you to fill the tub. what went unnoticed was his relaxed smile after your phrase.

'i love you more, little one'

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↳ back to the main master list.

i feel i made lots of mistakes, like, idk. correct me if smth i did wrong.

i remember my promise to do one more work with toji, so lately i'll write hdc + drabble with him.

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Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

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