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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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I can’t tell you how excited I am for the next update. Want to see Jake absolutely down bad for his wife after taking her home.

Settle in nonny this one got a little steamy. As always here’s the Masterlist for To Have & To Hold

“Well—“ Doctor Perry paused as she flashed a light up your nostril. “There’s definitely some major swelling in your sinuses that will definitely cause some major bruising.” Popping her small flashlight back into her top breast pocket. “But I don’t think there’s any major cause to be too concerned, no broken bones or cartilage."

Jake sat by the window stone cold as he listened to the doctor explain what you would need to be cautious of over the coming days. Dry blood clots, a loss of smell and taste even. Headaches and swelling from the bruising. All because some douchebag didn’t understand the word no. His knuckles still bloodied and cut from laying into the guy who tried it on with you. A trip to the emergency department to get you all checked before heading home. Well, heading to Jakes. Home was wherever he inevitably was.

“I’ll get your discharge papers ready and you’ll be all good to go—“ Doctor Perry smiled as she collected her things, sending Jake a soft smirk aswell. “Your wife here is very lucky there isn’t more extensive damage, she’s pretty beat up but she’ll recover quite quickly all things considered.”

“You saying she’s got a thick head doc?” Jake couldn’t help but to taunt as he rested his head in his hand. Elbow holding his wait on the armrest of the chair he so casually sat man spreading in. “Because I tell her that all the time, so it’s nice to have a professional diagnosis.” Doctor Perry just shook her head as she tried to hide her laughter. Walking out of the room just as Jake got up from his chair with a dramatic groan. Sauntering over to where you sat with your legs hung over the examination bed.

“You think you’re really clever for that one aren’t you?” You beamed, eyes so full of love. “If one of us has a thick head it’s you, Mr. Seresin.” Pointing a finger into Jake's chest as his hands came to linger on your waist. Standing between your legs. “Thankyou for bringing me to get checked out, it’s nice to know there’s nothing seriously wrong.”

“Happy to be of service, Mrs. Seresin.” Jake was expecting you to tell him off like you always did whenever he had the audacity to call you Mrs. Seresin over the last year and a half. But to his surprise? You didn’t. If anything he caught a glimpse of something in your eye. Something that told him that you were okay with it—that you were in fact, Mrs. Jake Seresin. “I’d do just about anything for you Hawkeye, you know that.”

“How are the hands holding up?” You asked softly as you brought them down gently against Jakes. His hands on your hips, your hands on his. He didn’t mean to let out such a hiss, but it escaped momentarily when you relaxed against him. “Fuck, sorry sorry—“ Removing your hands from Jakes he shook his head in response.

“No don’t be, just a little banged up.” He was honestly fine. “Nothing I can’t handle, nothing I wouldn’t do again if I needed to.” Tilting your chin up slightly with his fingers, Jake paused as his eyes lingered from your lips to your eyes. “I think I’m falling in love with you all over again.”

“Be honest with me.” You let your eyes wander as well, gaze cascading down from Jake's eyes to his lips then climbing again. “Did you ever really stop?”

“Oh god no—no never.” Jake Seresin was very aware he had his own flaws and weaknesses. He wasn’t claiming to be a perfect man or a man without vice. But he really did love you. “I could never stop loving you even if you told me tomorrow you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me.”

“Good thing I love you back then huh?” You tried to hide your smirk by biting your bottom lip softly. Jake's hands came to cup your cheeks as he pulled you in for a kiss so soft. He didn’t want to hurt you. But it was the laugh you let out against his lips that had Jake pulling away.

“What’s so funny?” Jake’s never been so infatuated with your laugh before. Infectious and endearing. Laughing harder with every passing second as you clapped your hands together before bringing them up to cover your mouth. “Babe, what’s so funny?” Smiling back at you Jake let himself rest his forehead against yours. Hands lingering on your hips yet again. “What is it?”

“Us—“ You beamed, your laugh diminishing to nearly nothing. “Us and this whole mess.” Wiping your tears that had formed while you were laughing. “Only us Jake, only we would end up broken and bruised from a simple dinner.”

“Yeah, we don’t half arse a night out do we?”

“Okay!” Like high school sweethearts being caught behind the bleachers by the teacher on duty, Jake was pulling away with a cough to clear his throat as doctor Perry came back into the room. “I have your discharge papers ready to go.” Trying to hide a bashful smile you took the forms from her gracefully. “Just try and refrain from any high intensity cardio workouts for at least a week while the swelling goes down. I mean the worst that could happen would be a bloody nose but still—if it can be avoided I’d rather you do so.”

“Uh, yeah yeah—that won’t be a problem.” You nodded as Jake raised a questioning brow from the sideline. His arms crossed over his chest with a devious smirk plastered on his face. “Thanks again doc, for everything.”

“Yeah, thanks doc.” Jake added as he handed you his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. “C’mon wifey, let’s get you home.” Jake's arm wasn’t far behind his jacket. Guiding you out of the room and out of the emergency department with a protective arm slung over your shoulders. “You still want to come round to my place?” You let his question linger in the darkness of the hospital car park. Walking side by side with your arm wrapped around the small of Jake's back as his wrapped around your shoulders. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, yeah no let’s go.” With a soft smile and a heart full of love for your husband, you walked with him back to his car. Knowing full well the second you stepped foot through the threshold of Jake's humble abode, you would be going against direct orders from Doctor Perry. Cardio was very much on the agenda.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Fuck—! Oh my, shit—!” Jake Seresin was a lucky man. A very lucky man. You never even made it to the bedside before your lips were on each other’s. Jake being incredibly careful of your nose, kissing you with passion but no force what so ever—letting you control the momentum.

“Feels so fucking good—!” An angel. That’s the only thing Jake could describe the way you sounded bouncing on top of his cock. His hands helping to guide you, lift you and slam you down his length. “So good baby.” Your velvet walls were so tight around his shaft, slicking Jake's length so well. “More Jake more—!” Your nectar dribbled down to the hilt, a wet slapping sound echoing off the walls of Jake Seresin's living room as you rode him on the lounge.

“God you're perfect, so beautiful.” It was the way Jake's voice groaned in your head an o five or two deeper than normal that really got you going. “So fucking pretty riding me like this?” His lips on your neck, attacking you with sweet nothings as he sucked marks up and down the junction of your shoulder. “Guess blondes really do have more fun huh?” You didn’t falter as Jake wrapped a hand into your hair, pulling your head back to expose more of your neck as a moan escaped and echoed throughout the house. “Fucking Christ you’ll be the death of me if you keep fucking me like this.”

“Who am I, baby.” It wasn’t a question, you knew. But you wanted to hear Jake say it. You wanted to hear your husband say what you were so you could get off to it. “Say it Jake—“ slowly rolling your hips as you took every inch Jake had to the hilt of his length. Throbbing inside you.

“You’re mine—“ Jake growled with a protectiveness so primal it sent waves of electricity shooting through your body as the pad of his thumb came to draw soft circles around your clit. The sensitive bundle of nerves crying out of attention. Overjoyed with pleasure as Jake gave you want you so desperately craved. “You’re mine baby, always have been always will be.” Watching you with hooded eyes and a high pooling at the base of his shift, Jake worked you a little faster, matching the rhythm and pace you set riding his cock. “Would ask you to marry me but I’ve already done that.”

“Jake!!” God he loved the way you said his name why chasing your high— an orgasm so powerful building in the pit of your stomach. “Oh god oh god oh god yes—fuck me.” That was all Jake needed to hear before he was pulling your chest to his, holding your arms behind your back with a tight grip on your wrist. “Ahhh-! Fuck! Jake please.”

“Don’t worry I got you.” Smirking, Jake planted his feet lifting you slightly before he began bucking his hips up into you. “I’ll take it from here shall I?” Taunting you as he fucked hard and fast and deep into you. “I know you can take it beautiful, god wish you could see how gorgeous you look stuffed.” You were drooling, dripping down Jakes chest as he fucked you—holding you to his chest with your arms behind your back.

“I’m—oh fuck I’m gonna cu—cum I’m gonna cum.” Babbling like a mad woman Jake didn’t slow, if anything he got faster at the thought of feeling you come undone around him. “Please—!”

“I got you sweetheart let go.” Jake groaned in your ear as he kissed your cheek softly. “Cum for me, I’ll come with you—just say when and I’m there.” He’d been holding back for this moment, determined to experience euphoria with you. The love of his life. “Cum baby, all over my cock.”

“Shit!!” You cried as your legs shook and your eyes rolled. “Cumming cumming cumming—“ that’s all you could muster to say, one word over and over again as your jaw eventually slacked. “Jake!”

“Ohhhh fuck yess—“ Hot sports of cum shot deep I add your cunt. Filling you to the very brim as Jake slowed his role, his hips no longer slamming against you more so grinding. Keeping himself tucked deep inside as his balls tighten to new extremes. Emptying everything he had inside you. “Oh Y/n, baby—“

“Fucking hell, you’ll never be a bad fuck.” Sighing as you chuckled softly into Jake's chest. He was quick to wrap his arms around you tight. Kissing your cheek. Your wrist red from his grin. “So good.”

“That's all I am huh? A good fuck?” Jake looked down as you looked up, a little blood started to run from your nose. Doctor Perry had warned you, but you really needed to be with your husband.

“No—You’re my everything.” It was the honest truth. “And I know I probably wasn’t the best wife before.”

“Don’t—“ Jake tried to interrupt you, knowing you were about to put the blame on yourself for your marriage breakdown. “You left because I wasn’t worth staying for, but I’m learning to be a better man for you.” Wiping the blood that dripped from your nose with a tissue Jake had gabbed you from the small coffee table beside the lounge as you sat up. Jake still burrows to the hilt inside you. His cock softening over time. “I wanna win you back, that’s all that matters to me anymore, you, us.”

“What about this special detachment?” Shoving the tissue up your nose, Jake could not have been more in love. “Isn’t that super important to Mr best of the best?” You were expecting Jake to tell you it was, that it was just as important. Because that’s the way it had become with him. Work was a top priority. But it wasn’t the answer you got.

“I’d leave this detachment tomorrow if it meant I got you back for good.” It felt so surreal to hear. “I love you, so much—and you’ve never been hard to get, at all Y/n.” Jake followed you as you leaned back. His hands holding your exposed back as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Standing. “You’re hard to earn.”

“You are really turning up the charm, Hangman.” Taunting his callsign his way you beamed as Jake pressed you up against the nearest wall. Your arms around his neck. “But are you being for real? You’d give up flying this mission—for me?” He didn’t skip a beat, Jake knew how important his devotion truly meant to you. He’d forgotten to put you fear for so long that you left just to feel important to yourself again. He’d forgotten to be a husband first and foremost before an Aviator. Deep down he knew he could do both—but for now? There was one thing that he wanted to mend again. Wanted back more than anything in the entire world. You.

“Without hesitation.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~*

Grey skies loomed above, threatening to wash away the beautiful flowers that littered around and above the dark wooden coffin. Glossed and proper. The jarring claps of gunfire saluting a fallen aviator rang across the fields—forcing a jolt from you each time as you stood holding the perfectly folded flag in your arms.

“You knew this was coming—“ It was Jakes voice clear as day that spoke softly in your ear. A gentle breeze rushing past you and you closed your eyes tight. Tears spilling down your cheeks. “You’re the only one here?” Opening your eyes, suddenly it was just you. The clouds above now dark and stormy. Raining down heavy as you stood by Jake's coffin.

“I don’t remember what happened?” Crying as you looked around for someone. Anyone. “Jake!?”

“We’re glad it was him instead of one of us.” Spinning around to face where Bob stood in his dress whites. “It was rightfully him.”

“You don’t mean that.” Sobbing uncontrollably as you feel to your knees. Jake was there to console you. “You don’t!”

“No, he doesn’t—but you do.” Anger laced in his voice as the colour in his eyes began to fade into a light grey. No light or life behind them. “Why did you send me on that suicide mission honey? You could have just divorced me?”

“But I don’t remember!” You were inconsolable at this point. A sobbing mess in the wet grey beside Jake's coffin. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t—I don’t want to divorce you, I love you I—I don’t wanna lose you.” Looking up as you sat back on your heels it was just you again. Sitting in the pouring rain. “I can’t lose you.”

With a sudden gasp you felt your head leave the pillow. Eyes blurry as you tried to distinguish reality from dreamscape. Looking around the room before your eyes fell to the emptiness beside you. No—surely not. With panic bubbling just beneath the surface you hurried to find a T-shirt, any T-shirt that Jake had discarded on the floor. Fuck pants, there was no time for pants. Pulling the almost wash ready shirt over your head as you padded down the hall.

“Jake? Hey Hangman! you still around?” Checking the bathroom first, maybe he had gone for a shower. Nothing. Not a sign of life anywhere in the white tiled bathroom. “Jake?” You called out again as you continued your search, landing in the living room to also find nothing. “No—no no no no.”

Your dream was starting to play nasty little tricks on you. Or were you dreaming now? Pinching your forearm as you fort of tears, you made your way to the kitchen. Stopping in your tracks when you saw him, Jake—standing at the stove top. Eggs cooking in a pan as toast toasted in the toaster off to the side.

A sigh of relief and a wave of emotions flooded your systems as you bent down to let your hands rest on your knees. Fucking Christ, Jake had been wearing his AirPods. Music blasting as he cooked. Only realising you had joined him when he turned to check if the toast had popped. Eyes beaming with a bright closed mouth smile.

“Full disclosure I literally went for a run in that shirt like three days ago and it’s been on my floor ever since.” Pointing the spatula he had been using to cook the eggs your way. You let yourself into his side, reaching up to gently kiss Jake's cheek as you brought your arms around his waist. “Mornin’ gorgeous.” You took in the scent of Jake as you held him sight, just grounding yourself for a moment as you watched him flip your egg. Remembering you liked it a little more cooked. “You okay?”

“Just had a bit of a bad dream.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Shaking your head softly with a sigh as you let go. Heading over to the coffee pot Jake had brewed up.

“I’m okay, just wasn’t expecting to wake up alone.” Although you had become used to sleeping alone. After the psychological thriller you’ve just woken up from, it would have been nice to be met with Jake's warm body pressed against yours. His back still had red raw claw marks from his upper traps to the small of his waist—you’d dug deep. Watching as soft muscle moved absentmindedly as he worked to plate up breakfast. “You cook all your little girlfriends breakfast or is it just me?” Taunting Jake as he laid your egg down gently on the toast. Turning to hand over the plate as you walked back over. Coffee cup in hand with a teasing smirk.

“Only the ones who hog the whole bed.” He fired back. “You need to learn a thing or two about personal space.” Your jaw hung slack as you took the plate. Jake laughed with a low chuckle. His morning voice a few octaves lower than normal. “I’m serious, I had probably an inch of room to work with last night.” Taking a bite of his own eggs on toast, Jake took in the extent of the bruising that had come up overnight. You watched his eyes lingering around your face.

“How bad is it?”

“It’s not too bad, I’d say tomorrow is when it’ll look like you've gone a few rounds with Rocky.” Jake tried to downplay the severity of the bruising. “Does it hurt?”

“Eh, just a little—under my eyes mostly.” Besides some pressure it didn’t feel all that bad. “Think I might just wear some sunglasses around the office today.” Laughing softly as you ate your breakfast, sipped your coffee and enjoyed each other’s company, the panic you felt in your chest from your nightmare soon dissolved. It hasn’t been the first time, but it had been the first for a while. “What time do you need to be in today?”

“Ah—“ Jake looked at his wrist although he wasn’t wearing a watch. Knowing Javy would soon be on his doorstep. “Like, now—but Coyotes picking me up so until he gets here I’m golden, what about you?”

“Well I just need to be there for phase two training today, you know—make sure all my little simulations are correct and make adjustments to anything that doesn’t really work.” You pondered what time that also told you, a questioning brow upon your face as you finished your toast and dusted your hairs. “I think like ten thirty? That’s run time isn’t it?”

“Ay!” Coyote frowned as he came bursting through Jake's front door. “Whatch’a mean you need a lift for man? Your cars in the damn drive?” He hadn’t looked up as he shit the door behind him. Hadn’t noticed you and Jake both standing very close together enjoying a moment. “Lazy man, that’s what you are—oh shit.” As soon as Coyote took a step in, he looked up. Spitting you both as you smiled and waved.

“Hawkeye needs my car to get to work later dipshit, I drove her to the emergency room last night.” Last night huh? So why were you still here then?

“Yeah no doubt, that’s from the headbutt?” Javy questioned as he stood with his hands under his armpits. Confirming his suspicions you nodded gently. “Fucking hell he wasn’t messing around was he?” Jake caught to shift in your expression, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let every Tom, Dick and Harry point out the bruises on your face. Sending Javy a glare when you ducked your head to catch your reflection in the mirror across the room. “Sorry, my bad Lieutenant Commander, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“Javy, I’m literally not wearing any pants.” You chuckled, fixing yourself up as you kissed Jake on the cheek. A gesture which didn’t go unnoticed by the Lieutenant with the ride. “I think we’re on a first name basis here, don’t you think?”

“Right, well then—Hawk, I’m gonna go ahead and steal your man because if he doesn’t kick into fear we’re gonna be late.”

“I’ll catch you later alright?” Jake kissed you softly atop your head before he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Finally and waiting for you to initiate the force, being way too careful to not hurt you, Jake left a loving kiss upon your lips. “Just leave my car at yours and I’ll catch a ride with you home.”

“Okay.” It felt like all the stars had finally aligned. It felt so utterly amazing to have Jake on the same page again. To feel loved and in blissful ignorance of just how terrible things could go if things were to go bad. But for now? You stuck at it, giving Jake Seresin just one more chance, giving him the chance to be a better version of the already amazing man he was. The man you fell in love with. “See you soon.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~*

“I was right about the eleventh man theory wasn't I?” Jake smirked. whispering as he came to stand next to Rooster. Rooster was adamant if there hadn’t been so many people around he would have clocked Jake up the side of the jaw himself, but the risk to reward ratio didn't weigh up in his favour. “What exactly did you do?”

“I messed up.” Rooster's eyes never left Chaos as he watched her leave the locker room, doing up his flight suit as he sighed. His fist slamming against the thin door of his locker. Leaving an indent. “I messed up big time.”

“God what is it with everyone abusing the lockers this morning?” Fanboy questioned as Bob shook his head as if to say don't ask. Jake was trying his best to put the pieces together, opting to place his hand on Roosters shoulder. Smirking, still chewing that piece of gum, Rooster secretly hoped he’d choke on.

“Oh well, you know what they say man, the more you fuck around the more you find out.” Jake chuckled as he went back to minding his own business.

“Heard you got into a pretty heavy altercation last night?” Roosters mentioned as he bent down to meet his foot. Lacing you the strings as his foot rested against the bench. “You uh, you good?”

“Some douchebag tried it on with Hawk, head butted the ever living shit out of her.” Rooster could vividly see the anger rising in Jake's eyes. Clenching his jaw so tight for a second he thought his teeth would shatter.

“Shit, she alright?” Rooster was genuinely concerned. Not so much for the bruises that littered Jake's knuckles or the fact he was clearly struggling with the replay of that moment in his head—Rooster was concerned for you. A friend. A colleague. Nevertheless he was glad Jake had been there for you. “Did Penny kick the guy out or?”

“We didn’t stick around to find out.” A sigh rolled off Jake's tongue as he stretched his back. “Also, just don’t mention the bruises.” Jake was being deadset serious. His heart ached and his stomach felt uneasy just thinking about the bruises that had settled in a little too nice on your face. He didn’t want anyone making you feel bad, intentional or unintentional. “Or so help me god you won’t get a chance to fix whatever mess you made with Chaos."

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True to your word—it was a sunglasses indoors type of day. Mainly keeping to yourself for the most part, eventually though you did venture outside into the hanger. Just after the TopGun Graduates had been told to go gear up.

“Who’s up first?” Mavericks turned to where he had heard your heels clicking against the concrete. Making your way over to him.

“Payback, Fanboy and Hangman.” Maverick as he tapped his own glasses. “Heard about last night.”

“You should see the other guy—“ Trying to keep a positive attitude the more your headache seemed to grow. “Could’ve been a lot worse if Jake wasn’t there.” You hated to think for even a moment what could have happened if Jake hadn’t stepped in. “How’s he going anyway? With all this.”

“Yeah well, he’s got skill I’ll give him that—but what he lacks in ability to get along with others will most likely end up costing him down the line.” You appreciated Mavericks honesty as you walked with him out toward the taxi way. Spitting Jake doing a once over on his super hornet.

He’d left a small bunch of flowers on your desk, a note that read ‘For the love of my life’ attached to the handpicked flowers he’d stolen from one of the Neighbours gardens on his way to work. Coyote had given him shit, but he didn’t care. Jake knew that they would make you smile. He knew his mission had been accomplished as you wave his way. Still talking with Maverick as you walked by.

“Pete, can I be frank with you for a moment?” Your fear of losing Jake after just reconnecting had started to overwhelm you. You weren’t about to throw your heart out into the open just for it to be destroyed by external factors.

“Sure Hawkeye, what’s up.” Pete stopped in his tracks, Jake watched from his place by his F-18, squaring your shoulders and puffing your chest.

“If for whatever reason you feel that Jake is the right person for this mission.” You were projecting a fear that was far too much for you to truly handle. “If anything bad were to happen to him?” Stepping a little closer so no one else heard you. Putting the fear of god in Pete Michael, knowing he was still trying to forgive himself for the last person that blamed him entirely for the loss of a loved one. Seeing that weakness and deciding you needed to use it to your own advantage to try and keep your husband safe.

“I’ll hold you personally responsible.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 9 months

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AITA for being upset my partners went to see a movie without me while I’m in the hospital?

I’m 23 years old and vaguely fem-aligned. I’m in a polyamorous relationship with two other people, a 22 year old woman and a 23 year old man. We have all known each other for a long time and moved in together a couple of years ago.

I’ve had horrible health complications my whole life and I’m frequently traveling for that reason. The hospital I go to is in my hometown, which is a state over from where we live, and I often have to be away from home for a couple of weeks at a time. (I know it seems inconvenient to make trips like that, but there’s not a hospital closer with the means to take care of my treatment and this is the most viable option until we have the means to try and move closer.) Before anyone asks, no, I’m not going to disclose my exact diagnosis. I don’t want to get into my detailed medical history but it gets especially bad during hot months like July, so I’ve been away from home for a few weeks now.

This is kind of embarrassing to type and I promise I’m not trying to give a sob story, but I feel like it’s important for context. Growing up as a little girl who was often bedridden in the hospital, Barbie was a huge part of my life. I spent a lot of time in bed watching old Barbie movies, and while I wouldn’t say I’m a fanatic or anything pretty much any happy memory I have from growing up involves Barbie in some capacity, so I was really, really excited to see this new movie. Me and my partners made plans to see it when I got home.

I was supposed to get home on July 20th. That didn’t happen, though, because kind of unexpectedly my condition worsened and I was told I needed to stay for surgery and then recovery. I told my partners this. We didn’t talk about our plans to see the movie, but I guess I just figured postponing would be obvious. It’s not like we had reservations or had bought tickets already or anything. But I guess it wasn’t obvious, because they went to see it anyway without me. This is where I think I may be overreacting a little, because I didn’t even know they had gone to see the movie until they got back - they didn’t discuss it with me at all. I was really hurt by this; it’s not like my stay at the hospital has been extended for so long that the movie will be out of theatres by the time I get back. The two of them know my medical history and knew how excited I was about this movie, and I wanted to watch it with them - I know I could go see it on my own or we could all just go see it again, but I feel like it’s not the same? Mostly I was just upset they went without saying anything to me. I think if they had asked if I was okay with them going without me I would have said it was fine.

What really upset me though is that I brought this up to them, and while they apologized it was half-hearted and they both said they didn’t think they’d done anything wrong. Again, they know my medical history. My condition is very debilitating to me. This isn’t the first time in my life I’ve had to reschedule or outright cancel plans because of it. This was kind of a shock to me because they’ve always been understanding of that, but this felt like blatant disregard for my feelings. This was a movie with a lot of emotional significance to me, and I wanted to see it with the people I loved, and it really hurt not only to not be able to go opening night because my physical condition wouldn’t allow for it, but for them to act like apparently my being there wasn’t important? I kind of shut down during the conversation and just ended it, I’m not sure if they know I’m still upset but I’m afraid to bring it up again. I haven’t talked to either of them for a few days now, semi-under the guise of being busy (I say “semi” because again I did just get surgery, but I’ve definitely had down hours I could have messaged them. I’ve just been avoiding it.)

Am I being unreasonable? It feels so stupid to be this upset over the Barbie movie, of all things.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sandraharissa · 8 months

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So a normal average person engaging with arcane and seeing the conflict pertaining Jinx as ‘monstrous’ vs ‘healthy’ sees the situation in like, the normal way these things really work but I don’t think this outlook should be projected onto the characters.

This meta is motivated by me remembering how ppl would often frame the conflict between Vi and Silco as ‘Vi wants Jinx to be healthy and Silco wants her to be monstrous’ and honestly idk why I didn’t write this earlier, I guess I didn’t care cos there were a lot of bad takes flying around back then but I wanna talk about it now.

My thesis is that both Silco and Vi want Jinx to change in some ways and the simple way of saying it is ‘come out Powder’/’Powder must die’ but I’d argue another way of describing the conflict is seeing Jinx’s mental issues and not seeing them, but in opposite ways ig.

It’s a bizarre take to say Silco doesn’t see or understand Jinx’s issues or that he doesn’t want to solve them. The shared trauma is literally the basis for their bond and overcoming trauma is literally at the core of Silco’s ideology. Silco is the character who’s shown to be the most aware of Jinx’s issues and who helps her the most. He in his lair surrounded himself in water and Jinx in her lair surrounds herself with memorabilia of her family, both things that would trigger them but this environment shows that they exposure therapy-ed their way through it. Jinx gets a PTSD flashback from tinkering with the arcane and she goes to Silco for comfort and he takes her to where he suffered his trauma and literally gives her a pep talk about becoming a stronger person and it works! and Jinx goes back to tinkering with the arcane unafraid, and of course the finale where he seems aware that Jinx is in distress while Vi isn’t. Then there’s other things like how she helps him take shimmer or her space in the rafters, both things that would convey that she is needed and trusted, so things that would appease her insecurities and abandonment issues. These are small things but they convey that Silco is aware of Jinx’s issues and models their relationship and environment in order to adjust it to her needs. So basically Silco wants Jinx to be monstrous AND healthier cos he perceives these as the same thing. Based on his dialogue being a monster = being stronger = being a new person = not being the old, weak and afraid person = overcoming your traumatic past.

Conversely Vi has a lot of throwaway lines like ‘and I thought Powder could get obsessed’ and also just from her behavior in act 1, even tho we can already tell smth is wrong with Powder Vi seems oblivious to it, or she underestimates how bad it is. She gives her advice but it seems like general advice one would give to any younger sibling. Powder has a violent panic attack (? or maybe meltdown?) and it seems Vi didn’t anticipate it, she never sees it happen and then after the fact she never learns it even happened. When they’re little we the audience take notice of how Powder has no reaction to their parents’ corpses but Vi doesn’t. We the audience see her excitedly waiting for her bomb to pepper a teenager with nails but Vi doesn’t. And so Vi has these memories of Powder as being just a normal little girl and that there was nothing wrong about her, and seeing Jinx of course she initially assumes Jinx faked loyalty in order to survive only to switch to believing Silco got her brainwashed and mind-controlled so bad that she has to physically remove Jinx from his presence/influence to get through to her, the REAL her. She essentially wrongly assumes Powder used to be ‘normal’ and works off of that false assumption, and imo that’s a huge part of the sisters’ misunderstanding. She sees Jinx enjoy violence but I highly doubt Vi sees this and like the audience thinks of possible diagnosis, I think what she thinks/notices is that her sister acts immorally, so it’s less about her health and more about morals, ‘this is bad cos my sister’s kinda a bad person now, Silco corrupted her’. The tricky thing here are the hallucinations, several times Jinx speaks to no one and Vi has no reaction whatsoever to this and so it’s hard to judge why that is but my thinking is that she’s just too stressed out and overwhelmed in these situations to address this. Cos it’s not like Vi ever has a line like ‘I need to take Powder away from Silco cos he treats her so badly she has hallucinations now’ so like I said, no reaction to the hallucinations in the moment and then later she never has any thoughts about them like she didn’t even notice. And then we’ve got the finale where she triggers Jinx and doesn’t even know it.

But obvs it’s not a one person is completely wrong and another is completely right situation.

Silco’s understanding of Powder’s mental health issues and his own experience make him think that Jinx’s ‘monstrous’ aspects are good actually, the exact same way he thinks about himself, he in his mind likely equates them, the cruelty, the lack of empathy, the power-seeking to a sense of independence, protection from further trauma, protection from panic attacks etc. so he completely lacks understanding of Jinx’s issues (that maybe aren’t directly a matter of mental illnesses depending on whether you interpret Jinx to have APD but influence her mental state negatively anyway).

Meanwhile Vi has no understanding of all of the mental health issues Powder suffered from however that also makes it extremely clear to her when she comes back that there’s smth wrong with her sister. So even tho she never talks about ‘Powder getting better’, so again from Vi’s pov it’s not about mental health, she has great understanding that Jinx’s current issues are issues that need solving.

So de facto the whole ‘retrieving Powder’ vs ‘letting Powder die’ boils down to removing the part of Jinx/Powder that’s bad for her and based on the characters’ different perspectives on Jinx they want her to either move on from the trauma that was being Powder or erase the corruption of the Jinx persona.

Obvs both are wrong <3, Vi idealizes the image of Powder, her sister, and Silco idealizes the image of Jinx, his daughter, and right now they’re in competition over her and they’re not about to lose lol.

#jinx #silco #vi #arcane #team jinx #my:arcane

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Chiaroscuro - Part 7 (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Vampire AU Rated/warnings: 18+ - explicit sexual content, language, discussion of terminal illness, blood, vampirification Word count: 4.6k Art by @bridgertontess

Part 6 Part 8 Masterpost

Filled with liquid courage - an entire bottle of it - you staggered back to Ben’s door in your pajamas. You knew what you were there to do. Your heart and mind were aligned on what you wanted. You just needed to numb yourself from thinking about it too hard. You knocked loudly until he appeared in the doorway, the picture of sin in a black tee and perfectly tailored trousers. He guided you, stumbling, into the lounge.

“Come in.” There was a wrinkle of concern between his brows. “Is everything alright?”

You spun around to face him. “Why is this so easy?” You knew the wine was slurring your words and lending them an edge of accusation. “Why does it feel like I’ve always known you?”

He paused for a moment, assessing you, then spoke gently. “Because you have. You studied my words and you saw me in my paintings. You’ve always known who I am, just not that I was so close by.” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips as he smoothed your hair. “I know you too. Why do you think I chose to live in this building? For years I’ve been keeping an eye on the beautiful woman who keeps an eye on my work.”

“Years?” You balked. None of this had been a coincidence.Then you smirked at him. “Should I be upset with you for stalking me?”

He scoffed. “It’s not like I’ve been watching you sleep. I’ve just been nearby hoping that one day you might approach me. But you never did. And then when I felt how sad you were, I knew something was wrong. I worried I may never get the chance.”

“So the wine was a nudge?”

“It was a hand extended, if you wanted to take it.”

“And I did.” You let out a shaking exhale, overwhelmed again by his thoughtfulness.

Standing only inches apart, he trailed his fingers down the length of your arm and entwined them with yours. “And now it’s yours. Anything I can offer you, it’s yours.”

You gazed back into the soft depths of his eyes. It felt as if his magnetism was pulling your true feelings to your lips.

“I want…I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I don’t want to feel hopeless. Like my future is just a void of pain.” Your breath hitched as hot tears began to pool in your eyes. “I told you I was going blind but I didn’t tell you why. It’s a brain tumor. It’s wrapped around my optic nerve. They can’t remove it. It’s death or blindness. Possibly both.”

Ben’s jaw locked, giving him an uncharacteristically serious expression. He listened intently, bringing his free hand to rub your shoulder.

“They don’t know if it’s terminal or how long that would take. My mother died of a brain tumor then my father died of grief. I know what it looks like to deteriorate from this. It’s…it’s a hell I’m not sure I can face.” Shuddering, you hung your head and took off your glasses to wipe your tears. You hadn’t confided this honestly in anyone since your diagnosis and it was an undeniable relief. When you had learned that the cause of your waning vision was the same hidden succubus that had taken your parents, you felt a wry and terrible sense of fate. You were just another generation doomed to be felled by the same beast. That was, until a beast of a different kind appeared and gave you some glimmer of hope.

Ben took your glasses and began inspecting them curiously.

“You can see how bad it already is,” you sighed.

He peered through the thick lenses before folding his lip into that trademark pout. “I can’t actually. My eyes adjust. I can see perfectly fine, even through these.” He shrugged. “Apex predator.”

As he rested them back onto your nose, your eyes locked in a moment of silent understanding. You weren’t sure if he could read your thoughts but you tried to telegraph them anyway.

“Do you want my help?” His voice was low, full of gravity.

“Yes,” you whispered.

He raised both hands to cup your face, pupils burning. “You understand what you’re asking for? You know the sacrifices you’ll be making? No more sunlight. No more wine. Fading out of people’s lives as they grow older and you don’t.”

One of your tears rolled over his knuckles. “I’d lose the sunlight anyway. I had the best wine of my life tonight. And I’d rather say goodbye at a time of my choosing than because my luck had run out.” You clasped your hands over his, imploring him to believe you. “I want it. I want it now. Whatever the sacrifices, they’re better than anything waiting for me if I stay in this life.”

You felt as if he were staring into your very soul. You were breathing so heavily, it heightened your awareness that he was not; an eerie imbalance but one that no longer caused you alarm. Now you imagined yourself the same way, as cool and still as stone, living for eternity in the shadows. With death and blindness no longer able to chase you and Benedict at your side, the tradeoffs seemed insignificant. You could still enjoy art and music and nights out in the city. You could still see your loved ones for years to come. You weren’t asking to die, just to be transformed. If the world in darkness still held enough beauty for Benedict to thrive upon for so long, you were certain it could sustain you too.

“Alright,” he finally replied, leaning in for a tender kiss. You melted under his generosity as he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been thinking of this for a long time.” He began to trail kisses across your jaw and down your neck, murmuring into your skin. “There’s something in you…magnetizing…want to make you mine.”

You clung to his shoulders, your hunger for him tempering your anxiety. “Have you ever turned someone before?”

He pulled back. “No. But I know how it’s done. Let me take you to bed. That would be the best way.”

“Is sex part of the process?” You asked, baffled.

He chuckled. “No. But I want to make it as pleasurable as I can for you. I think it would help.”

Nerves knotted your stomach. “So, it’s painful?”

He nodded, frowning. “For a short while. Then you fade and you wake up in a new life. Perfected.” His eyes raked over your body as he deftly slid his hands into your cardigan and eased it down your arms. He returned to kissing your neck, more passionate now, lathing your clavicle with his tongue. “And I want to fuck you,” he rasped. “I need it. While you are still the way you were born.”

Goosebumps broke out across your skin both at his words and the chill of his touch. You gripped into his hair, holding on as your legs threatened to give out. “Sex is different on the other side?”

“It is. It’s more. Nearly overstimulating.” He kissed his way across your chest. “So exquisite in its own way. But it loses its delicacy, that edge of danger. You won’t feel as searing to me as you do right now. You won’t sound the same.” Large hands splaying across your back, he pulled your body tight against his as he rumbled in your ear. “I want to hear you gasping when I enter you. Want to feel the heat of your cunt as you break around me.”

A small moan escaped your lips. His velvet voice ran straight through your core in a streak of arousal. “Take me to the bedroom. Now.”

With a devilish grin Benedict led you through his spacious flat and into the master suite. It was furnished as everything else was in heavy, dark regency style. Blackout curtains hung tight across a pair of french doors that opened onto a balcony. The massive wooden bed was ornately carved and draped decadently, but you couldn’t help snickering at the cliche gothic details.

“Black sheets? Really?”

Benedict shrugged. “It’s more of a practicality than a vibe. It’s not pleasant to wake up with your bed looking like a murder scene.”

Before you had time to wonder how exactly the sheets got bloodied, he pushed you against the nearest wall and pinned both wrists above your head. Groaning into your mouth, he plundered it with his tongue, pressing the length of his marble body against yours. The sensations were overwhelming, knocking you breathless. This had been your fantasy for so long, even before you had learned his secret, and now it was laced with even greater anticipation, making your heart pound against your ribs.

You shivered as Ben kissed his way down your body, over your heaving chest and through the silk of your nightgown. His hands moved so skillfully you didn’t realize he had slipped off your underwear until you felt the cool air against your wetness, quickly replaced by the oddly cool probe of his tongue. You gasped, fingers raking deep into his hair as he lifted your thigh over his shoulder and buried his face between your legs, snarling. The room started to swim around you. His lips moved so assuredly, his tongue swirling and surging to create sensations even your favorite toys had never achieved. He was playing you like an instrument, knowing precisely where and how you wanted to be touched without any need for conversation. You moaned helplessly, tossing your head back against the wall. You would never last long under such ministrations. Then a spike of anxiety brought you back to your senses.

“Is this…” You panted, clinging to his dark locks for dear life. “When will it start to hurt?”

The sight of his searing eyes looking up between your thighs could have ended you right there.

“Darling, relax,” he purred. “I’m not turning you yet. I’ll talk you through everything once I do. But if you think I’m going to end your mortal life without feeling you come in my mouth first, you are sorely mistaken.” Another wave of arousal flooded through you and all you could do was gape. “Now, shut up and let me pleasure you.”

With a growl he returned to feasting on you. You didn't have a choice but to shut up. You couldn't breathe, all you could do was relent to the feeling of your mind and body hurtling toward a peak, dancing along a tightrope of the most exquisite tension. Though Ben's mouth lacked the heat of a mortal man, he more than made up for it with exacting friction. It briefly occurred to you that he had over two hundred years of experience delivering pleasure, and that he had no need to breathe. He was clearly lethal in more ways than one. He proved as much when two slender fingers slid inside to locate your most sensitive spot as assuredly as if he had crafted your body himself.

In moments you felt yourself spasming, moans escalating into shouts as everything in your core tightened. On his knees, Benedict groaned into your flesh with hungry, encouraging noises. His tongue triggered wave after wave of release, coaxing more out of your muscles than you ever knew was possible. You scrabbled against him, legs trembling as he eased your foot back to the floor and looked up, chin glistening.

"Can I feed on you? Truly?"

His voice was dusky, irresistible. Your mind was so flooded with bliss you were ready to give him anything.

"Yes, I trust you."

Something flashed in his eyes then his head dipped lower. With his fingers still curling inside you, he opened his mouth against your inner thigh, inches from your throbbing sex. You didn't feel any pain, just a sudden bloom of heat under his lips and an odd tugging sensation as he let out a muffled, animal sound. While he fingered and siphoned you simultaneously, you breathed deep and ragged, riding out the final waves of orgasm against his hand, feeling a pulse beating through your sensitive nerves and down to where his mouth clamped onto you. It felt like a natural extension of your release, letting him taste even more of you.

It was only when he sat back and you saw his crimson-stained teeth that you remembered he was dangerous. That he was more than just a man who was skilled in the bedroom. That this was more than just sex. That in this moment you were not just a woman, you were prey. You felt something running down your leg and turned to see dark rivulets streaming from the puncture wounds. You were still gauzy, it all seemed surreal.

"So much blood..." you marveled under your breath.

Before you could process any further, Benedict rose and guided you to lay gently across his bed. Standing by your feet he pulled off his shirt, lifted your injured leg and balanced it against his shoulder. You watched as he unbuckled his belt then wrapped it around your thigh above the bite. He moved with such purpose, it was obviously not his first time crafting a makeshift tourniquet.

“This won’t matter for much longer,” he murmured, cinching it tight until the muscle throbbed. “But I don’t want you losing too much blood while we…enjoy ourselves.”

The crooked smirk was paralytic, ensnaring you without any need for glamouring. Lowering your leg he bent over you, lithe, predatory, his pale eyes turned black with want. Long fingers hooked under your nightgown and slid it upward. Lifting it over your hips he planted a slow, deep kiss on your navel, then another on your belly, then your sternum, tasting his way over your torso as your breath returned, heaving. You had full view of his spectacular shoulders rippling in the low light until he whisked the garment over your head and stared down at you hungrily, now completely naked beneath him.

He moved next to your breasts, a low rumble emanating from his chest as his mouth scoured yours. Your skin hummed under his touch, the fire building quickly again in your belly. The cool swipe of his tongue instantly stiffened your nipples and you cried out, arching your back at the delicious, prickling sensation. You vaguely registered that he was removing his trousers while he marked you, sucking hard enough at your skin to leave a stippled trail of broken vessels.

A hand snaked between your legs and ran over your folds.

“Christ, you are soaking…” he groaned into your chest.

Then you felt him line up at your entrance, something blunt and sizable ready to press into you.

“Ben, wait!” You gripped his shoulders, a barrage of questions managing to surface just before you let yourself drown in sensation. He froze, looking up at you with concern. “I just… this is probably a stupid question.” You didn’t know how worried you should be about living out the storyline of some young adult fantasy novel. “I’m protected but, you can’t… is there anything supernatural I should be worried about?”

His eyes softened and he chuckled. “It’s not a stupid question. Blood is the only thing that’s potent in me anymore. I can’t get you pregnant.”

It was a relief to hear but made you wonder what to expect. “But can you…I mean, do you come?”

His lopsided grin pierced more deeply than his teeth. “Oh yes, I can still come.” He lowered down to purr in your ear. “Hard. And frequently.”

You shuddered, the velvet timbre of his voice sliding over your skin. “Good.”

Benedict pulled back again, his features serious. “Are you sure you want this?”

You knew what he was asking. Giving you one last chance to remain in your life as you knew it; a human life, but a doomed one. You thought about what you would leave behind, not only daylight and food but the chance to see yourself older than you were now, the chance for children and a family of your own. It didn’t give you pause. You had already relinquished those hopes with your diagnosis. Even if you survived without your sight, you had made a silent vow to never risk passing on a similar fate the way it seemed your mother had unwittingly passed it to you. There was precious little waiting for you if you remained mortal, and a whole world of possibility if you allowed Benedict to escort you into immortality.

You raised a hand to his cheek, your voice steady and sure. “Yes. Please. I want this. I want you.”

A light ignited his eyes as he turned and kissed your palm. Then as if sealing your pact, in one fluid motion he speared himself into you. Your mouth fell open, stunned by the odd and glorious sensation of his cold flesh plowing into the molten heat of your core. Ice meeting fire without diminishment of either.

Benedict threw his head back and cursed, hissing as his hips settled against yours. “You’re like silk set on fire…” he groaned. “How I’ve wanted this. You.” Those gleaming, voracious eyes locked on yours again. “You’re mine. Now you’re mine.”

Then you were lost to the storm of motion, flesh on flesh, grinding, clawing, invading. It was clear he was holding back a degree of his strength, caging some of his beastly inclinations as he drove into you relentlessly, but it was still overwhelming. His speed and depth, the poetic filth he growled into your ears and skin, the way his body enveloped yours, the way his cock struck at a precise angle with every thrust to drive you right to the edge. This wasn’t sex, this was ecstasy. This was bespoke stimulation of every inch of your body, preternaturally understood and executed by an impossibly perfect lover. You wondered if sex between humans and vampires should even be attempted. You feared your heart would give out before he even had the chance to turn you. Your glasses were lost in the fracas but you hardly needed them, sunk as you were in feeling alone. Locking your limbs around his pistoning torso all you could do was hold on, panting and mewling as he ravaged you.

At some point in the haze as you teetered on explosive release, his voice reached you.

“Are you ready?” he grunted, thrusts never relenting.

“God, yes,” you croaked, willing to do anything to perpetuate this bliss. To give yourself over to him, cunt, body and soul. “Please…please…”

“I have to drink from you. And you have to give yourself to me willingly.”

This was it, the point of no return. It wasn’t even a question anymore. As he pummeled you into the mattress you turned your head, exposing your neck. “I’m ready.”

“You have to say it,” he ground out, slowing his movements. “You have to pledge yourself to me. So I ask you,” he lowered, whispering soft in your ear. “Can I keep you?”

Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled. “Keep me. Kill me. Make me yours. Just please don’t stop,” you panted, desperate for him to elevate you to orgasm and everything that lay beyond.

His lips fell to your carotid artery and after a fleeting twinge of pain, you knew he was consuming you. Though it didn’t hurt. It was simply another connection between your joined bodies, something natural, predestined. Contented sounds muffled against your skin, he wrapped both arms tight around you and resumed the rhythm of his hips, pumping deep into one end of your body while he drank deep from the other.

You felt yourself growing cold, the chill spreading from where he invaded you, rising upward through your torso. He was siphoning everything out of you, sucking hard in time with each punishing thrust, groaning around his deadly bite. Somehow as you were emptied, all that was left behind was sensation, a heady, visceral magnification of every muscle and point of contact.

As your blood flowed into him it clearly lent him more energy, his rhythm growing faster, his noises becoming hungrier, bordering on growls. You clung to the cool sinews of his back as he curled into you, realizing that you were being well and truly devoured, and that you had never been more aroused. You would give him everything.

Suddenly his hands grasped your knees and pushed them down and wide, pinning you like a captured butterfly, angling your pelvis upward so that his own pounded against your swollen clit with every plunge into your body. You were wound taut, dancing at the very edge of the precipice. Benedict pulled back, leering down at you, his mouth blackened by your blood.

“This is the end,” he warned.

Your pussy was throbbing in time with what you could still feel of your heart, aching to let go.

“Give yourself to me,” he commanded. “The last of all you have. Be mine forever.”

You weren’t sure if you could speak anymore and so turned your head, offering him the parallel twin of the artery he had just feasted upon. You could feel the warm trickle from your injured neck staining the sheets beneath you. With a noise that caused you a singular stab of fear, Benedict descended back to your throat and sank his canines, the pain sharp and distinct this time, but somehow blended beautifully with the staggering pleasure coursing through you. The sting heightened every sensation, hurtling you to the apex of feeling. As he ate and fucked you simultaneously you screamed his name, breaking at last as your walls clenched around him.

He roared, the essence of your life running down his chin. Something cold and fizzing filled you as you both pulsed together, fused so tightly you could do nothing but relent to each other’s contracting muscles. You fought to breathe, so overstimulated you were clinging to your last thread of consciousness. Your mind was gauzy, hovering somewhere else entirely. The cause of both your dramatic blood loss and the most explosive orgasm of your life, he had jettisoned you out of your body, your last sensations being that of overwhelming pleasure, of grateful release. You knew you would never return the same. You floated now in a liminal space, sounds muffled, time slowed, and all you could comprehend was the silken purr of his voice.

“You’ll feel odd now, darling. I’ve nearly drained you. Your old life, your weaknesses, they are already gone. It’s time to be reborn.” He traced a finger down the curve of your cheek and kissed your forehead, so gentle it was almost chaste. A darkness was beginning to cloud your already blurry vision. From your distant vantage point you watched silently as he brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down. Then one hand cradled your head while the other descended until the wound was pressed against your lips.

Then you tasted it. Mother’s milk. Ambrosia. Honey and raspberries and champagne. The most decadent flavor you had ever experienced. It smeared across your lips and dripped electricity down your tongue, reinvigorating every centimeter of flesh it touched. It was life, new and vigorous life flowing into you. You suckled like an infant, making wet, indulgent noises, still too hazy to move your limbs.

“Good girl, that’s it.” Benedict cooed above you, the tips of his fingers running small circles in your hair. “Drink up. Take me in.”

This was an elixir. Something healing and restorative. Something you had been deprived of your entire life and never knew you needed, and now that you had a taste, you were ravenous for it. Its warmth began to slowly spread through you, coating your throat and working its way down your chest and arms. You were being set alight from within and all you knew was that you needed more. With newfound strength you wrapped your hands around his forearm and pulled him in tighter, staring up at him determinedly as you began to suck with vigor, lathing your tongue across his perfect skin and questing for every drop.

“Fuck yes, that’s my sweet girl,” he groaned. Slowly, he began to roll his hips and you realized that he had never left your body. He was still inside you, pushing his seed deeper and deeper, teasing you to the hilt. You were filled with him everywhere, taking him greedily as you clenched around his cock and dragged hard on his wrist, causing him to hiss. You had given him everything of yourself, now you wanted all of him in return.

Your body rolled in a slow, deliberate wave as he continued to fuck into you while you grew drunk on the nectar of his blood. Now you understood the ecstasy he had experienced only minutes before. It enveloped every sense to engage in both of these carnal pleasures simultaneously, satiating both lust and gluttony in the most sinful of ways. As more and more of him flowed into you, you began to perceive that things were changing. His skin was growing warmer against yours, the two of you falling into equilibrium. And you realized, miraculously, that the details in your vision were becoming clearer. Everything was sharpening into focus and Benedict’s eyes, locked intently on your own, were emerging from the blur.

You could see.

It had worked.

Breathless, you pulled away from his wrist ready to weep with joy. Then the electric warmth which had been slowly traveling downward through your torso reached your stomach and touched off a detonation. Pain. Explosive, jagged pain radiated out from your core, whiting out your newly perfected vision and causing you to scream. You felt Benedict withdraw from you and move to your side, gathering you in his arms. His voice nearly drowned out by the tinny roar of agony in your mind.

“Now it will burn. I know it hurts. Your body is petrifying, solidifying into something perfect.”

It was burning, as if your every vein held gasoline and someone had set a match to it. But it wasn’t the melting heat of fire, it was the unique burn of a deep freeze, the stinging ache of exposed skin gripping frigid metal. This empty, ravaging pain seeped through every inch of you, leaving you writhing and scrabbling against Benedict. You knew you were making inhuman noises, but were submerged so deep you couldn’t hear or control yourself.

Benedict’s arms gripped tighter as he curled around you, absorbing your tremors. Somehow, his words broke through. “This is the worst part, the refiner’s fire. But you’ll make it to the other side. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

The pain had found a focal point, searing right behind your eyes, hulling the imperfections out of your living flesh. It was unbearable. You felt yourself falling, caught in a limbo of transition. You burned while you froze, you trembled as you grew stiff, you had sight but were blinded, you breathed but you didn’t.

As you succumbed to the gathering darkness you could hear Benedict murmuring something against your temple, fading words that guided you on.

“Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.

Oh he gives to us his joy That our grief he may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.”

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Do I Look Like Your Mommy?// Sunwoo x milf!reader

Part Two to Bad Person Behavior. Read Part One

Sunwoo hates his therapist. “You don’t know how to handle your relationships” Bullshit, old man, you’re the one that doesn’t know how to handle your relationships. Once again, Kim Sunwoo is back to using and discarding people—only this time, he gets hurt in the process.

You think I’m just gonna let you use me? I’m not your fucking toy.

WARNINGS (and it’s real bad this time): INFIDELITY, abusive father, DIVORCE, ploys to get a couple divorced (bad person behavior), PHYSICAL VIOLENCE

SMUT TAGS: mommy kink, unprotected sex, blowjob, fingering, eating out, sex with people on the other side of the door???, MILF

W.c.: 6.4k

Why won’t Sunwoo’s mommies love him? :(

“So, young man,” doctor Shin taps his pen against his clipboard, it’s become somewhat of a nervous tick for him— “your mom still isn’t talking to you, after her failed engagement?”

“Uh-uh…” Sunwoo shook his head. “It’s not my fault her choice of man was a fucking cheating loser.”

“And this best friend?”

“She actually cried to me begging to talk to me again, but I didn’t reply. Good blackmail material, though, real pathetic.”

“I am specialized in treating young people like you—would you like a diagnosis?”

Quack of a doc, Sunwoo thinks to himself. “Am I a psychopath? Treat people like furniture?”

The doctor looked at him with furrowed eyebrows through his glasses. “You’re far from a psychopath, Sunwoo, it’s more like… a childhood socialization gone wrong. You never learned how to show people you value them, so in turn, you drive the people around you away, people you love—like your mother and this friend.”

“I think you’re sugarcoating the actual truth that I’m actually an incurable asshole. I mean, it’s all to text my mom tonight, isn’t it?”

“I don’t understand—”

“I know you report everything back to my mom, anyway…” Sunwoo sighed, stretching his legs out on the sofa. “Mom really should have picked someone with more distance from our family—I’ve met your family, Doctor Shin! I know all about them—Ryujinnie, your wife…”

The doctor looks up from his notepad, frowning, eyes suddenly concerned, changing their light from the stoic look. “If you’re threatening my child—”

Sunwoo barked out with laughter. “No, no, I’m not… I’m not threatening Ryujin, Doctor.” Feigning an interest in the antique desk clock on the doctor’s tabletop, he approaches. Then his hands pick the family photo album on there, turned away—but he knows exactly what’s in the photo.

“I’ve seen this photo, in your house,” Sunwoo says. “Ryujin was so small—you should get a new picture, she’s my age now, isn't she? And anyway, your wife looks so… pretty here.” Sharp-canine smile, like a wolf scoping out prey.

“You can threaten my daughter, if that’s what you’re doing—but Ryujin doesn’t fall for boys like you, Sunwoo, and I’m sure of it.”

“I’m sure she’ll be all the more turned off about me if you mention to her all my dirty therapy secrets,” Sunwoo says, setting the photo frame down. “I mean, god knows that’s what you’re doing with my mother—” The smartwatch on the doctor’s wrist chimes a little, a minimal tune, which he’s grown accustomed to. “I’ll see you next week, doctor.”

Yes, Ryujin does hate him. Might even be the leader of the Kim Sunwoo hate club. She and her friends glare at him when he passes by, which Sunwoo enjoys—it’s like he’s the main character. What Ryujin called him specifically, was “dirty fucking bastard”. Which he very much enjoys.

But it also makes sure that he doesn’t feel one tenth of a percent bad when her mother is bouncing on his lap…

Sunwoo can’t help the smile of victory that graced his lithe face while the bedroom—the one you shared with his therapist—filled with the sounds of your thighs against his hips and to be more vulgar, his balls against your pussy—not wanting you to see his exuberance, he tries to hide it by pressing his mouth against your bare breasts, not daring to bite—although he uses both of his hands to play with them, rubbing them until they hardened.

“Ughh, mommy… mommy, may I?”

He’s so very everywhere in you and on you that you don’t even remember what he’s getting at. “Huh… oh, yes, yes, good boy, you’re such a good boy for asking—” you slipped into a long moan when he finally sucks on your breasts, paying attention to both of them—the wetness of his tongue lapping against those swells makes you cream all the more on his cock.

You know you’re leaking, and it makes him more satisfied, that he’s taking you there–he knows your husband never could.

He’s never even handled this much… wetness with any girl of his own age before—actually, scratch that, even the older ladies he fucks don’t feel this warm and wet around him, take him in so perfectly. It’s the kind of heat in both your cores that makes his mouth water, it’s…

… sublime.

It’s okay that he cums in you, because you’re a grown up, you didn’t worry and lose all inhibition in anxiety like those girls his age… You simply grin at him. Like you’re proud that you’ve brought him there. Oh, how much he loved this… everything’s going according to plan.

He knows you probably don’t fuck Dr. Shin that much anymore, but… the implication of the old doc fucking a pussy he used—

Kim Sunwoo is evil.

Sunwoo looks over at you after you’ve cleaned yourself up, using hair mist and combing your fucked out hair (that he’d so meanly grabbed until strands came out sticking to his sweaty palms) and trying to get the smell of sex out of the bathroom.

Sunwoo had other ulterior motives to coming here today, though.

“So…” he starts, you’re still combing your hair, watching him through the vanity mirror. “Have you thought about what I said last time? And the time before that and the time before and that time after you sucked me off in the poolhouse—”

“It’s not that easy, Sunwoo,” you tell him.

“Ryujin’s over 20 years old, if you’re worried about that. She can handle it. Hell, my parents got divorced when I was eleven, and I’m a pretty outstanding member of society, if you ask me.”

“Sure.” You giggled, not arguing with him. “But marriage isn’t one of your relationships, Sunwoo, I can’t just ‘dump’ him over text… He and I have a child together.”

“You should hate him,” Sunwoo says raspily against your skin, as he kissed up your arms and then down your collarbones. “He talks in that therapy-room voice to everybody, like we’re all his patients, and, Y/n, just think—he’s just not a good conversationalist.”

You giggle.

“I mean, I’m the age of your child, and you enjoy your talks with me more, don’t you?”

“Sunwoo,” you called, brushing the hair out of his eyes, “you really are a good speech-partner. But you’re also just a boy.”

“Mommy,” Sunwoo whined out, “you’re not listening to me!”

“Don’t be a brat. I’m not going to divorce him, what about Ryujin?”

“He’s a cheater, you should serve him papers and just get paid in every single way you could get paid.”

“It’s not that easy…”

“You know I’m skipping my lectures to satisfy you, you could at least hear me out,” Sunwoo says.

“Why’s it so important to you?” you probed, suddenly curious.

“I want you to be happy. You’re still young, beautiful… you’re way too good for him, you know that.” Sunwoo looked at you with searching, no-nonsense eyes. He means everything he says. Even though he seemed incredibly comical trying to be serious. “And I wanted to nail you in his sacred marital bed, of course.” You just looked at him with amused eyes, which he’s surprised by. “What? Is that too predictable of me?”

“You’re just cute.”

His mother had been planning this party for a month, and he had no idea it was today. She hadn’t talked to him in a while.

But tonight, his house filled up with more and more people—old, ugly people he didn’t care for, and their stupid children—and his mom finally acknowledged his presence in the house, introducing him to the crowd as he came out of his room.

“Aigoo, Sunwoo, my son~” His mom takes his face in her hands, cold manicured hands against his cheeks. “Everyone’s been asking about you! Tell them about the soccer scholarship you got.”

“Uh, it’s…” Scratching his head, he looked over at his mom—it’s the first time she’d smiled at him in months. He could cry, if he was the type to cry about it. “It’s nothing.”

Trying to take his mind off his mother’s insincere smile, he lounged around the party, basically waltzing like the prince in Cinderella through the house, stealing shrimps from their icing, eating olives off martinis.

And you’re here.

A grin slowly spreads across his face as he locates you, dressed hot with a dress with a skirt that cut in a way that made his dick hook in his pants—if he wasn’t trying to describe it exactly—and you’re bent over the table, talking to some old, fat, balding man.

Ah, why are your tastes just so…

“Hello, Mrs. Shin,” he murmurs thickly into your ear, alcohol-dipped olives on his breath. You didn’t acknowledge him, and he likes this game already, one hand trailing up your exposed legs… up and up, until it reaches your hips. He feels your little lace panties, and a knowing smile crept up his face…

“Excuse me,” you tell your speech partner. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Come with me,” Sunwoo requested. You shake your head up at him, and his grin just spreads. “I don’t think you understand, you’re in my house. It’s like walking into a wolf den, I’m just gonna have to swallow you—” He attaches his mouth to your shoulder, biting down. You swiftly pull away.

“Sunwoo!”

“Relax, everyone will just think I’m a drunk little idiot boy and you’re helping me out, being my mom’s beloved friend.”

He finally gets you to go upstairs to his room, inconspicuously—no one cares what anyone was doing, anyway, and thankfully most of the grownups were being entertained by a story in the living room.

He takes you by the hand even farther into his room, to his bathroom. “Let’s do it, right now. Here.”

You frowned. “That’s putrid.”

“Why?” he whined. “It’s a bathroom hookup during a party, everyone does it!”

“Yeah, maybe at your age,” you laughed, “not mine.”

“Come on.”

“There’s nothing in it for me.”

“Can’t you just do it because you like me? Because I’m your good boy?”

Sunwoo’s funny when he’s whiney and horny. You think you just go along with it because there’s not really much to lose anyway, and, plus, the eye-rolling-back-jaws-slack face Sunwoo does when he cums is just too entertaining to pass off.

He’s just wearing normal pants, so you just pull them down, and then next come his boxers, his gorgeous cock—which is strange, but there’s not other word for it, it’s big when it’s hard, he’s a grower—and he’s hard now, has been since he saw you in that dress.

“You better not get anything on my dress,” you told him.

Sunwoo didn’t even play coy. He leans his head back against the door, moaning “mm-hmm” and lets you take over his body.

The minute your mouth is around him, he loses control. Perhaps he didn’t have much to begin with, but really, he had no sense of inhibition to be quiet—the party was so goddamn loud downstairs anyway.

But you’re sure they’d be able to tell between party sounds and the sound of a boy screaming, so you shush him, silently—as your tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock.

“More,” he begged, he’s more a mess of labored breathing now, as he tries to be quiet. The tortured breaths and moans are making you more of a mess, in those little pink lace panties that Sunwoo had felt earlier—but you knew you’d get no release, not tonight.

Sunwoo groans and bites down on his fist when you take the whole of him in, imagining the way he’s gagging you, being all the way in your throat, got him even hotter, ready to spill into your mouth right then and there.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “fuck. I didn’t lock the bedroom door—”

“Lock this one, then,” you say.

Thinking about someone being outside listening, just behind his bathroom door, made Sunwoo even more turned on, and he starts thrusting himself into your mouth, unable to control himself.

“You only cum when I tell you to,” you tell him. “I didn’t come all the way here for you to not play by my rules, okay?”

“Mmm, fuck, you’re so sexy when you talk like that—” But his teasing only turned into a series of broken moans once you resume pumping his cock, putting your lips around it and sucking with hollowed cheeks. Sunwoo grabs the doorframe for leverage and just lets out a sound that was basically a manish scream, with an opened jaw and wild eyes. “Fuck, fuck! I still can’t? I’m not allowed? But Y/N—”

You wish you could gag him, but there’s nothing to do it with, so you just keep sucking him off, torturously edging him. You don’t even know how he’s been holding himself off this long, it’s actually getting genuinely impressive.

“Mommy!” His voice had given out and he was just whispering now. “Mommy, please. Please, please, I have to—”

“Alright,” you relent. “Be a good boy and cum.”

Sunwoo takes over for your hands, pumping himself onto the carpet, as you just move to the side and watch him fall apart. The clarity’s hitting him, he’s basically high—and he’s genuinely never had an orgasm this good before, at least not standing up and in his house.

“Wow,” he says. “Wow, I… I’m not even sad anymore.”

You giggle, going over to fix your lipstick in the mirror. Sunwoo tucks himself back in his pants, not even a little wistful—this was the best way this could have ever gone. “What were you sad about?” You finally ask.

“My mom… she ignores me all the time but today she pretended she still likes me,” he answered. “Called me ‘son’ and everything. It’s sad.”

“She loves you,” you say, more a promise than anything. “She’s not ‘pretending’ to like you.”

“I mean… she won’t even talk to me, right now she’s just nice to me for show.” He blinked away stray tears. “When she’s nice to me it hurts even more.”

“Sunwoo, you acted like a bad person.”

“Even if I’m bad—!” Sunwoo’s head shoots up to look at you. “Even if I’m bad, she should love me. Like a real mother.”

“Forgiveness takes time,” you say wisely, and when you look him in the eyes again, he’s changed his demeanor entirely. All the sadness, gone. He kisses you again, and this time he’s in control, both hands holding your face in place. When it’s not enough, when he needs more of you—he attaches his lips to your neck next, hands roaming under your dress, he just needs more skin, more softness, more you.

“Mooom!” a girly voice called out from the hall, and you pull away, while Sunwoo bites his lip, trying to contain his annoyance. “Mooom, I thought I heard your voice here?”

You didn’t need to push him away, Sunwoo steps down from attaching his lips to your neck, and you swipe your hand away at his kiss-mark, hoping it leaves no hickeys—you’re wearing a neck-less dress. “Mom?” Ryujin calls again, opening the door, only to become face-leveled with Sunwoo.

“You?! Why are you—”

“Hello, Ryujinnie!” Sunwoo’s hand quickly raises up to mess the younger girl’s hair up, into a bird’s nest-disarray of brunette hair. “Your mommy and I were just—”

“Having a talk,” you say quickly, heels clicking as they carried you out the door. “Sunwoo’s the host tonight, dear, I was just helping him with some… things.”

Sunwoo rings the bell to your front door, and waits. An envelope of photos and the calling card of the best law firms in the area clutched under his arm. You answer through the intercom. “Who is it?”

“Special delivery.”

He’s surprised you can actually recognize his voice, as you ring him in. He quickly goes to the master bedroom, gloating that he had you all to himself. Your husband’s at work and Ryujin must be at college.

You’re lying in bed—it’s just noon, and of course you get to sleep in—and he lays the envelope beside you, with a grin. “Your ticket out,” he says.

You cut through the envelope and start to file through the photos, and it’s text message screenshots—dick pic between them; paparazzi-shot-esque photos of your husband and a younger woman; an actual selfie of the two of them in bed, or just the girl with Dr. Shin behind somewhere, in the frame.

“These are—” you gasp.

“The law’s on your side! The jury’s gonna eat this up, and you’re gonna get all the alimony.”

“How?”

“Pfft.” He blows the bangs off his forehead. They just land back, strangely framing his eyes so sweetly. “It was easy-peasy trying to get these.”

“PI?” you wondered.

“Wouldn’t even need one, when I know the woman he’s fucking.” He only realizes that he shouldn’t gloat so much about a marital affair, when you must also be hurt by it. He tries to turn his expression solemn, although a grin hints at the corners of his mouth. “Soooo, you promise you’ll serve him the papers soon? I hope the court date is on the day of my session.”

You laughed. “I don’t understand why you’re hellbent on divorcing me, but you’re right. I’m not happy here.”

Sunwoo grinned at you, and he basically pounced on you, straddling your thighs. He puts the envelope away on the bedside table. “I’m setting you free,” he told you, “I’m setting all of you free…” His hand reached over underneath your flimsy little night dress and felt for your clit, locating it and gently rolling it under his index finger.

He didn’t suggest anything verbally, but a low groan came out of his throat, as he felt your bare pussy under his hands.

You silently take his hands into yours, just to get them away from between your legs… there’s a scar in the middle of his wrist, which you’ve never noticed before, so today you rub figure eights around it and look up into his eyes.

He has them closed, like he doesn’t want to face you. “What happened here?”

“I fell—” he stops himself. “No, I didn’t…”

You furrow your brows in concern, signaling that he goes on.

“When my parents were still married… my mom didn’t see a way for it to get any better than being married to a cutthroat lawyer, so she was always on his side. Even when… even when he wasn’t the best. Not just to me, though… he’d blatantly cheat and she wouldn’t say a word. I’d get… There would be, like, bruises, all over me, and she’d say, tell the doctor you fell. So that’s what I kept doing. I got this when he yanked me into the house and I kept trying to push him off, so he flung me against the wall. I don’t know at which point I broke it. The scar’s from surgery. I finally told a school nurse that my dad threw me against the wall, and she said: honey, it doesn’t matter what he does, he’s still your father. So I just kept telling people I fell.”

“Sunwoo…” you cup his face in your hands, and he still has his eyes closed, like he doesn’t want to see, he doesn’t want to feel.

“My mom divorced him and got all his money though.” He turns to you with brand new eyes. “See? Divorce saves the day. Best thing in the whole world. Now you can do that.” Sunwoo grinned down at you. “So do you want to do this or not? You owe me one.”

You relent silently, eyes still greatly disturbed by what Sunwoo disclosed, you can’t even begin to think of having sex right now, but Sunwoo seemed to be turned on by the compassion you suddenly feel for him, as he lifts up your nightdress to your breasts, not even obsessed and attacking them like he usually does—he’s going to be a grown-up about this, hands rested pinning your waist down to the bed as he licked up your slit, wetting it.

You feel his sharp nose poking against your sensitive skin, never touched by light—and once he starts lapping at your clit, just rolling it under his tongue, you instinctively bring your hands to grab his thick hair. “Ahh, slower.”

“Okay, mommy…”

“There’s no way I’m going to get wet after what you’ve said to me,” you say dejectedly.

You feel Sunwoo smile against your poor, sensitive skin. “Just imagine me instead…” Sounds of the wet slurping, like he’s eating, resumed. “Just imagine I’m fucking you… imagine my cock… imagine me holding your head down… mmm—on the bed… I’m fucking you like one of my college whores. You like that? You want to be fucked like I don’t give a crap about you?”

You mewled a little as you followed his instructions, it’s like what you do with your vibrator every night, except there’s a boy on his knees between your legs, getting you off.

“Yeah, you’re getting wetter…” He was too occupied to talk, but he tried. “Just keep doing that—does your pussy feel empty?”

“Uhhuh,” you answered quickly.

“Poor pretty little lady… let me help you.”

You’re surprised the lapping at your clit hasn’t stopped, but suddenly Sunwoo’s parting your legs even more, two long, slender fingers spreading you open, the middle one going up all the way and curling up inside of you.

You jump up with a jolt and almost scream, you suddenly remember that you still have his hair in your hands, but you don’t want to pull, not even to remind him you’re still under him, feeling so much—you wait it out.

His hands pump in and out of you in incredible speed, and his tongue kept working at your clit. He’s relentless, and somehow knows your body better than you know it. When he feels your legs starting to shake around him, he realizes he can’t make you cum on his tongue, switching to flicking your clit with a thumb, and licking at your slit.

“Sunwoo, don’t!” For some reason you found cumming into his mouth too dirty for your liking. “I’m gonna—ah—”

“On my tongue,” he says. But you hold yourself back. “I said, on my tongue.” What happened to the boy calling you mommy… but you relent, the shift in his tone scaring you straight, and you cum, clenching around nothing.

He laps up everything, tongue dripping with drool and cum so much onto the bedsheets that it makes it look like a hentai comic frame. You simply lay back on the pillows, coming down from the orgasm. It really was a lot for you, someone whose husband had never done this with her.

“Do you want to cum now?” you murmured, but in the silence of the house and the whole neighborhood, he hears you.

“If you want to make me,” he says, ever so diligently. You’ve never seen Sunwoo be this cute.

“Fuck mommy’s throat, baby,” you commanded, and the boy follows suit without a question. Your fingers are on the buckles of his belt, and as you pulled out the leather out of the loops, your fingers get stuck in some of them, you’re still so fucked out, riding a high that you can barely comprehend that all you needed to do was disentangle your fingers from the loops…

But you get him out of his jeans anyway, and just when you’re pulling his briefs down, down the happy trail and the mess of beautiful wild hair—you hear the front door being opened.

Sunwoo looks at you in alarm, but also with challenging eyes. He wants to see how this works out.

“Mom?” Ryujin’s voice called from the living room. “Yeji flung a whole bat at me—I had to go to the nurse!”

Sunwoo rolls his eyes as he pulls away from you, tongue still fresh with the taste of you. “Our little cockblocker…”

“MOM! I’M CONCUSSED!”

Sunwoo steps away from you slowly as you tried to regain your composure—he helps you with your little sundress, zipping the side up himself. Then a chaste kiss on the side of your head. “I’ll leave through the window,” he offered. “Can’t help if she sees me climbing out, though.”

“You’re a good boy, Sunwoo,” you say to him softly. “Think of me later when you're getting yourself off.”

He only sees Dr. Shin every odd week, so he hears about the divorce first before he gets to see the defeated look on the doctor's face. The power he could have on this man's life was just hilarious.

This week, when he goes to his session, the doctor looks like he’d aged twenty years overnight. Sunwoo gloats. “Before you ask me about my life, why don’t we talk about yours—how’s the divorce going?”

Sunwoo knows Doctor Shin knows. There’s just that resentment he always sees in the eyes of his victims. “It’s going very poorly,” the older man answered, “but I saw an old friend of yours in the courtroom, Sunwoo, and I thought we could lead our session with that.”

“An old… friend?”

“You don’t know, huh? How long has it been since you've sat at the same dinner table as your father?” When Sunwoo went quiet, not understanding, he continued: “Lawyer Kim took my wife’s case, Sunwoo. Your very esteemed patriarch.”

Sunwoo’s body went jittery.

“Would you like to talk about that?” Doctor Shin raises his eyebrows and gawks at him, but Sunwoo’s staring at his own two feet, shell-shocked.

“What do you mean, my father is taking the case?”

“I mean,” Doctor Shin hisses, voice dropping and laced with poison, “when I saw his face in the courtroom, the first thing that came to mind is that he gave you his worst features, including those damned, cruel eyes, nose that begs to be punched, and your broken mind. Hopefully neither you nor the man that gave you life will ever see a peaceful day, for ruining my life this way.” He clasped his hands together, back to his normal demeanor. “So do you want to talk about the effect of your father figure in your life?” When the boy stayed silent, until minutes passed without either party saying anything, the therapist continued: “I mean, it’s obvious you have no father figures in your life.”

“What—”

“You display fatherless behavior.”

“Y/N is having a divorce party,” his mom tells him. “Oh—I keep calling her Y/N Shin, she’s back to her old last name—ah, the joys of being divorced…”

Sunwoo lifts his head up to look at her. “You weren’t invited.”

“No…”

“Because her lawyer is your ex-husband.”

His mom shrugged.

“Mom! Why are you not mad?”

“It’s fine, honey, it’s his business.”

He’d be cursing in front of his mom if he could. He kicks the kitchen stool he’s sitting on backwards, doesn’t look back when it falls to the ground. He’s wearing an overworn band T-shirt that’s torn at some places, but he puts a flannel on top of it, he doesn’t even know how he got his shoes on but they’re on.

“Sunwoo,” his mom called. “What are you doing?! It’s none of your business who her lawyer is—”

“Yes, it is!” He slams the door to the house.

A divorce party largely consisted of bored housewives who were horrible people but became even more horrible people once the champagne hits. The music choice was incredibly grating… although he’s sure the rap he listens to would annoy these women just the same.

His father left. It’s that late into the evening. And yet… he could smell the Cuban cigars and the cologne he’s been wearing for twenty straight years, it gave him a headache and left him indignant, with aching joints and scars.

“You’re not meant to be here…” your voice trailed off as you saw the boy enter the room. Quickly, you pull him by the wrist to a secluded corner. “What are you doing here?! You know now’s not a good time for us to—”

“As if I’d want to?!” Sunwoo demanded. “I know what you’re doing with my father—and I know my father doesn’t just let pretty things run past him. What, did you fuck him in the same bed you fucked me, you dirty—”

You cup his mouth shut. “What is wrong with you?”

He pried your hands off of him. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he scoffed. “You know, I thought you were better than that. Better than one of my dad's whores.”

“Sunwoo,” you cooed to the boy, “let’s not pretend this is actually a big deal—you’re just mad you weren't the only man I was flirting around with.”

“You think I care who the fuck you’re fucking? I care because that man hurt me!” Sunwoo reached out for your hand, aggressively making you feel over his chest. The scar, skin-deep that the tissue had grown over it, the one he always says hurts— “This,” he says. “He did this to me. He did worse to my mom—and you don’t even care—about me, or about your friendship with her.”

“Sunwoo,” you cooed, absolutely motherly, “Sunwoo… You obviously don’t care too much for your mother either, if you could just sneak around with her friend like this.”

Sunwoo pulls back in alarm. “Don’t tell me how I’m supposed to treat my mother—How can you even touch him, sign contracts with him, look at him—” You’re suddenly concerned about the wildness in his eyes, so you sympathetically try to pull him back down to earth, just so he would calm down, but he’s fervent and feral, it’s like something in him just broke, and everything just comes out in anger. If it was possible he’d be breathing fire.

“Sunwoo,” you called him, grabbing his form, shaking with anger, by the shoulders. “It’s not that serious.”

“Not that serious?!” he demands, but you notice how his voice had lowered into a small, childish hiss. “And I fucking gave you the way out. You think I’m just going to let you use me? I’m not your fucking toy.”

“The divorce was your idea,” you say curtly, the tone you use with Ryujin when she’s too loud for your liking. “He was the only way I’d win the settlement—come on, Sunwoo, you can’t possibly blame me for hiring him.”

“Fuck him. And fuck you.”

Sunwoo shoves past you, and as the premature celebrations go on, he treads with gritted teeth towards the kitchen, past the caterers with appetizer plates. He felt like spitting on that man’s face, what the fuck, why did you have such terrible fucking taste—

He finds a brunette head of highlighted hair, turned away from the door and drinking out of a wine glass.

Sunwoo grabs the bottle she’s drinking from—it’s old, expensive French vineyard wine that he’s suddenly developed a taste for. Yet another thing he’s stolen from the Shins. “It was me, by the way,” he spat out at Ryujin, the red liquid thick in his throat. “I fucked your mom and got your parents divorced. Still think I’m a dirty fucking bastard?” He waits for the realization to spread across her face, before turning away on his heels. Wine clasped in hand.

Sunwoo goes to the pier to get drunk that day. There couldn’t be ‘win some lose some’ with him, Kim Sunwoo had to win. Everything. And he’s already let his dad win for the last time in his life.

It’s easy to act like they’re close again. Like his mom, Mister-Lawyer Kim would never ignore an invitation from Sunwoo—even if they lacked sincerity, they had an incredible need to perform. And the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.

Mister-Lawyer doesn’t bother to call Sunwoo, simply texting sporadically for hours, while Sunwoo laid on his giant million-thread count bedsheets checking his phone, taking a sick day from school. He could hear his mother’s laughter from downstairs as she kept talking to a distant aunt, it was sort of sweet.

Don’t worry, mom. This guy won’t win again. But really, deep down he knew it wasn’t a matter of this mommy—it was about the other ‘mommy’.

Kneeled between his legs as he gripped the doorframe as you sucked him, gritted teeth, your name echoing. Just your name. And then it turns to that sweet little nickname. Mommy, mommy, please, mommy, let me cum.

He clicked his tongue as the memory came to mind. How crass… well. He wasn’t losing his mommy to that man again.

Suddenly his dad sent him a text, the one he’s been waiting for: if you want to catch up, we can have dinner, son!

With a grin, he wrote back, thumbs tapping two keys in one second: what about at the Shins? I'm best friends with Ryujin. You want a clientele dinner, don’t you?

You better not be up to anything.

Congratulate me on the case, at least.

Asshole, Sunwoo mumbles to himself. I knew you’d win, dad. Unbeatable.

He needs to wash his hands and mouth with anti-bacterial soap after he’s typed the word ‘dad’ out. But the dinner was the next evening, and he carefully took out his suit from the closet, and started ironing it—if his father was going to kill him, he could at least go out in style.

Your husband moved out. And all his pictures are gone.

And yet Sunwoo couldn’t even delight in his mission-clear, because he’s too jittery, and the difference of the house is throwing him off. But the old doctor was gone… so was half of his estate, left to you. And he still couldn’t gloat, because now there was a bigger bump in the road.

He knows you two must be fucking. Just the way his father hangs his arms around your body, you weren’t just a client.

Somehow it didn’t make him feel better that he had you first. He could just start crying tears of blood once he thinks back on every secret he ever told you, every display of trust—just for you to fuck his worst enemy like he hadn’t bared his heart to you.

It hurt, but he suppressed the emotions, and sat down at the table. The light of the sunset streamed beautiful and red through the lawn—your ex-husband was rich and could afford all that beauty—while Ryujin stared daggers at him.

“You ruined my life,” Ryujin spat at him from across the table.

Coolly, he laid back on the chair. “Calm down a little.”

Ryujin kept glaring at him. “You and your father planned this didn’t you?”

“Don’t accuse me of being in cahoots with my father,” Sunwoo speaks, disgust dripping from his tongue as he says the f-word. “Chill out, Ryujin. I’ve done your mom so many times, I’m basically your step dad.”

“You. Fucking.” Ryujin readies her knife, as she lunges over a corner of the table to hurt Sunwoo, but he laughs at her face, which makes her all the more rage-filled. She’s about to literally stab him with a steak knife, when the parents re-enter the room.

“Ryujin!”

“Sunwoo!”

Mister-lawyer grabs his son by the nape of his neck. “Just what do you think you’re doing, making enemies out of clients?” he demanded.

Sunwoo paid no mind to him, looking over at you. “You want to see what he’s really like? Behind closed doors and everything?”

“Don’t play smart, remember who brought you into this world, boy.” His father pushed two fingers into the side of his skull, as if to drill the thought into his head.

Sunwoo laughed at his face as if he were laughing at death. “I was starting to miss the way you’d say that to me.” Challenging eyes, but anyone could see he was scared—his pupils were shaking. You stood by, worried, and even Ryujin didn’t have a clue what was going on. “What could you do to me this time? Haven’t you run out of torture methods?”

“You watch yourself, before I—” The lawyer did try to hold himself back, but his hand was raised already, eager to snap. Sunwoo stood in front of him, a willing victim.

“This is the man you want to fuck around with?” he demanded of you.

“Oh, Sunwoo, I thought you got over it…”

“Still haven’t learned, have you?” The lawyer shoved him back with one pointer finger, but there was so much force to be felt in it. Sunwoo lost his footing for a bit. “You’re still the dirty little mutt that needs to be taught a lesson—and never learned. Goddamn, how can my son be so stupid?”

“I don’t want to be your son, I—”

He didn’t know if it was a hand of open-fist or closed, he’s just falling to the floor. He takes down one of your decorative pure-sandglass vases down with him, and it crashed into shards, some of them painful and stabbing through his skin. He lands on its shards, and when he tries to support himself on the marble floor, it’s impossible to find a place not riddled with the glass. Suddenly he’s small again, he wants to cry, he knows he can’t—whatever pride he had left, his dad would take it from him again.

And again and again and—

“Imbecile for a son,” his father spat out, thoughtlessly stepping over his body, two pantsuit-clad legs that made Sunwoo feel small and insignificant again, just like in childhood. He gave Sunwoo a mean, undignified look before he he turned his back on him and exited the room. With him removed, Sunwoo could breathe again—although his heart rate never slowed. It seemed as if his heart had become the size of his chest, he could feel the beating in his ears. And he couldn’t even remember to breathe.

Ryujin walked over to his shaking form on the floor, carrying a napkin that she so unkindly throws on him, landing like a kite on his chest. “Calm down a little, Sunwoo.”

He tastes the cut on his cheek, and the glass in his palms cut through. And he couldn't let go of the shard, in his panic he just grabbed onto it.

There has to be a lesson in there somewhere.

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When I was ten, I was an absolute nightmare for one single, specific school year.

I was fine with my parents and friends, but in class I was disruptive and low-achieving, I cheated constantly, and I was generally a pain in the ass. I was in a progressive school where I’d been for two years without any issues, so everyone was bewildered by this, understandably so.

I hadn’t thought about it for decades until recently, with the ADHD diagnosis. Not that I’m blaming my behavior on ADHD; I did what I did deliberately, consciously, and it set a pattern for later acting out as a teen -- self-sabotage as a method of getting attention. If I’d had different family or different teachers later on it might have worked and I’d still be doing it, but in high school it never got me an ounce more attention, good or bad, so eventually I stopped. And I got through high school and got two college degrees, so I guess in a screwed-up way, ignoring me worked.

When I was ten I was a genuinely smart and good-natured kid. I was doing fine in most subjects, but I began to fail in math. And when I began to be told I must be doing it on purpose because it wasn’t like it was hard math (multiplication), I thought, if you want to see failure, let’s go.

I bombed on everything from biology to music appreciation. That’s how bad it got. Because fuck you, that’s why! I couldn’t verbalize that yet but that’s what it was. You want me to do one thing I’m not capable of doing and you won’t believe me when I say I can’t? Fine. I won’t do anything you want me to do. What a little shit! I'm kind of proud of him, even as fucked up as it was.

I keep thinking about it now because above and beyond anyone else, that teacher is the one who should have seen it, who should have comprehended that this was not just a behavioral problem. I don't know if anyone was truly capable of catching my learning disability but if anyone was going to, it was going to be her. That teacher should have seen this bright, friendly little kid throwing himself at a brick wall -- and then throwing himself off a cliff -- and said, “There’s something truly wrong here. He can’t do this. Let’s find out why.”

Instead she gave me a poster with a fucked up poem on it.

She told my parents I was at a difficult age, and they also had a kid with autism and not a lot of emotional resources to spare for me, who had never needed it before. So it was easy to believe her, send me to my room (which was full of books, so I went quite happily) and beg the school to move me up a grade with my cohort so I wouldn’t continue to be poorly socialized. They said I was smart, I’d catch up, and the school agreed. And I did. Mostly. Still can’t do multiplication, but it’s remarkable how infrequently I need to. Partly I caught up because the next teacher looked at my record and said, “It seems like you’re not very into math. Just do what you can,” never gave me a math test, and graded me on my own personal curve when it came to numbers. Crisis averted for the moment.

I’m not angry with my parents or the therapists they sent me to or the educational system. But I’m still a little mad at that one teacher who told me I was too smart to fail unless I was doing it deliberately. She might not even deserve it; she had 20 kids to manage and I’m sure she was angry with me and thought I was a liar. In her place I might not have worked it out either, though I think I would have been less of a sanctimonious dickhead about it.

But that’s the thing about this kind of journey. You don’t really get to choose who you’re mad at or why. You only ever get to choose what to do about it.

She has since passed, and the school combined with another school a few years ago so it doesn’t exist. I could reach out to one of my other early teachers, who I think would remember me, and ask him about it, but I don’t know what the point would be. I’ve dealt with the habit I had of fucking up my own life worse than anyone else could fuck it up for me, I don’t do that and haven’t in a long time, so there’s nothing...lingering, I suppose. I’m not traumatized by it. I think the word is annoyed. I’m annoyed by it.

So I guess I just think about it until I come up with something to do or until I've thought about it enough.

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Not the only Cowboy - Chapter 2

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that.

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader

Word count: 1,543

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Jake couldn’t wait till Saturday, everybody was in charge of bringing something. He was initially going to get just beer, but then he talked to one of his sisters and she suggested bringing sweet tea.

Normally, Jake wouldn’t tell any of his sisters about a crush but she had always been able to read him like a book and coaxed it out of him. So here he was the night before on the phone with his mama making homemade sweet tea to bring.

“Jake she must be some girl for you to cook,” his mama said, giggling. Since Jake was a kid, the family’s had a running joke about how he couldn’t be trusted to cook after he almost burned the house down after making toast. Toast. But to him, you were worth the risk of burning down his house.

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The next morning Jake got up early to get ready. He wanted to be one of the first ones there. He shot Javy a text telling him he was on his way and then quickly looked in the mirror. ‘You’ve got this! You’re a smart, kind, charming, sexy & badass pilot’ he thought while fixing his hair. Once he got Javy they headed to the beach.

“Dude, what’s wrong,” Javy asked in a concerned tone. “You’re gripping that steering wheel like it asked out one of your sisters,” he said, giggling to try and lighten the mood.

“You promise you won’t tell or get mad?” Jake asked in a serious tone as the car pulled into the parking lot. Javy’s heart started racing, but he nodded giving Jake the go-ahead. Jake looks him in the eyes “I am nervous because Y/N’s gonna be there,” Jake confessed.

Javy burst into laughter thinking Jake is just pulling his leg. “Dude nice joke, if you don’t want to tell me what’s wrong it’s okay,” Javy said, still laughing.

Jake gave him a look and it all snapped into place for the other pilot. “You’re not joking are you?” he asked. Damn he thought, Jake has only been like this when he was with his ex 4 years ago. “Listen if you are serious I’ll support you, but if you just want to mess around with her, don’t. It will cause all of us a good nurses and a lecture from Cyclone. You and I both know that Cyclone is scary. Plus, she seems super nice,” he said. Jake nodded his head along as Javy spoke. He smiled a little because he does really want something with you. “So, what’s the plan then?” Javy asked as he got out of the car and grabbed the veggie tray he brought. Jake followed behind thinking about it for a minute and then started scheming with Javy.

Meanwhile, you just pulled into the parking lot and parked next to Bradley and Nat. “Hey Yall,” you say walking over to them. You had decided to bring your famous brownies.

“Whatever you brought looks so good, Y/N,” Nat said as you guys walked toward the rest of the group.

Jake walked up to you and offered to take the brownies to the picnic table where the rest of the food was laid out. You blushed and followed behind him. The table was filled with yummy-looking snacks. Nat called you over to set up your towel next to hers. As you walk over you can’t help but look at Jake walking over to the guys to play catch. Damn his ass looks great you thought. Bradley made his way over and started a conversation about whether or not his toenail is infected. Once you’ve examined it and given your diagnosis of an ingrown toenail you and Nat started picking on him.

Jake looked over and saw the fact that Bradley is making you laugh and got jealous. Javy notices this and tells him to go over and insert himself in the conversation instead of being salty. “What are yall laughing about,” Jake asked.

You giggle and tell him that Bradley thought he was dying because of his ingrown toenail.

“In my defense, it looked pretty bad,” Bradley said, throwing his hands up.

You all giggled and decided it was time to play some football. You took off your top and walked towards the water with Nat.

“Pick your Jaw off the floor dude, She’s off limits” Bradley reminds Jake as they walk towards the group.

As Bob explained the rules and divided up the teams, Jake saw you sizing everyone up and planning out your strategy with Nat. Right after they snapped the ball, Nat threw it at you and once you caught it Jake came after you. He wrapped his arms around you and tried to take the ball when you let out a shriek and thrashed out of his hold, eventually taking off towards the makeshift end zone.

Once you got the touchdown, you did a silly dance that made up for the fear you caused Jake when you screamed. On the next snap, once you got the ball, Jake ran after you and when he finally caught you, he threw you over his shoulder and ran to his side of the field all while you just laughed. A couple of snaps later you decided to take a break and eat when suddenly Jake joined you.

As you guys are walking up to the table you decide to strike up a conversation about Texas football. “So are you a college ball or an NFL fan?” you asked, praying he doesn’t say the Cowboys.

“College ball all the way, specifically the Long Horns. Have you seen our NFL teams? They suck. What about you?” he said.

“NFL, the Kansas City Chiefs all the way,” you said with a huge smile.

“I didn’t peg you for a football girl,” he said, noticing how you lit up talking about it.

“I was raised in a football family. It was what my dad and I did to bond,” you said. “It was one of the only ways I could really connect with him. I didn’t do sports like my brothers, I mean I did but not ones that he understood,” you said with a sad smile on your face. Jake understood that look. If anybody understood complicated family dynamics it was him. He was the second child of seven - and the only boy - so he knew a thing or two about being the odd one out.

“What sport did you do,” he asked handing you a plate and then grabbing some food.

“I did ballet, which I know some people don’t think is a sport, but I disagree,” you said sitting down at your towel. Almost all of Jake’s sisters did dance or cheer so he knew that it was hard work and the fact that people didn’t think it counted always confused him.

“My sisters danced and cheered, so I’ve seen firsthand the amount of strength it takes. Were you on point?“ he asks. You looked at him adoringly and told him all about your dance journey and how you had to give it up because of an injury and that is how you became a nurse.

He was in awe of you, he knew right then that he had to make a move, but how? As he finished the veggies you made him get and his three sandwiches, he moved on to the brownies you made.

He looked and asked, “Did you make these?” Once you nodded, he moaned out loud. “These are delicious.” You couldn’t help but blush.

“What did you bring?” you asked him.

“I brought my mama’s classic sweet tea,” he said. Your eyes light up, and when you ask where it is he offers to get you a cup which you gladly accept. “Here you go Darling” you start to blush.

As you taste it you are met with the best tea you have had since leaving the south. “Mmmmm” you moaned. “This is delicious, ah I missed sweet tea,” you said looking at him.

He blushed, glad that you enjoyed it, making a note to thank his mama.

“So tell me about your sisters” The conversation continued as he talks about his sisters. Damn, he is so cute, I should just ask him out. What if he says no? Granted, then work will suck, but if he says yes? Then it could be great - god, pull yourself together Y/n.

“So, Jake, what are you doing Friday night cause I was thinking we could go to this dance club?” you asked.

He looked at you with round eyes “I would love to,” Jake said, smiling.

“Okay it’s a date,” you said. As you started to clean up your plates and started walking towards your car and started exchanging information and making a plan.

“I’ll pick you up at 6 Friday darling,” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek. As you pulled out of the parking lot you were filled with joy and couldn’t wait till Friday.

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twilight-at-midnight · 1 year

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High functional autism

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader

Warnings: Slight bullying

Requested: @frzntrx

Request: Edward X High functioning Autistic (used to be called Asperger's) reader who loves reading and writing stories??? :) It's nice to see representation in media (Sheldon Cooper from BBT kinda puts people off, but other stuff like the Book "The Kiss Quotient" are more relatable!)

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Out of all the classes you were enrolled in, you favored creative writing and debate most out of all others.

Study could be considered as another favorite, as you could take advantage of the time to either read or think of an idea for your short stories. You were a very talkative person as well, and sadly, that had lost you a few friends while others grew tired of you. That included the teachers, and teachers are supposed to be like your given ultimate protection from the mean kids at school.

You would speak almost non stop, the only friend that stood by your side was Bella Swan, she never once considered judging you just because of your diagnosis of High Functioning Autism. She was one of the few who didn’t and who could oversee that and be friends with you anyways. After Bella, Edward Cullen soon follows and he seemed to have taken quite an interest in you, and Bella couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous as she had always thought of him as handsome and wanted nothing more then to be with Edward. But at the same time, she couldn’t intervene because she just wanted happiness for the both of you. Just like Bella, Edward had felt as though he needed to protect you after learning of your diagnosis.

The thing was you were handing in your assignment for creative writing and after getting the best score out of everyone else, that’s where the teasing had started. Some even gave you the nickname, teacher’s pet and you couldn’t lie that it was hurtful. Bella nor Edward stepped into your defense because you haven’t said a single word about the hell you’ve been enduring through the school hallways of Forks High School. When they did find out, it was when they discovered you in the ladies room, quietly sobbing in case anyone walked by. Edward had a look of wordy, he couldn’t go in the ladies room without being seen, so Bella did and started talking to you, wanting to figure out what was wrong. Admittedly, you had wanted to be left alone at first when you were found, but Bella wasn’t having any of it as she remains there until you’re ready to tell her what’s going on.

It took a few moments to gather your thoughts before spilling the beans completely about your school life, the teasing and bullying along with everything that’s been going on. Bella was not too happy of course that you hadn’t report this to her or Edward and what set her off was the showing of your grade from creative writing course and when she reads over it, she was now really upset about this, so much so that you were beginning to feel bad about telling the actual truth, than you started apologizing.

Bella stops talking your ear off once she heard the apology.

“Are you serious? This is why you’ve been teased? What the hell is wrong with people?!”

“I’m sorry..” you say quietly, Bella than looks your way.

“Don’t be, it’s not you. It’s them and it always will be them. You’re very strong and capable of extraordinary things, things that had given you something most people don’t have, you were one of the few lucky ones. It makes you quite unique, I love your short stories and the way you pick a book to read to me and Edward on the lawn during lunch hour. You may be a talker, but there’s no need to worry when it comes to talking to me. Don’t listen to them, okay? They just don’t know the real you.”

You slowly nod in agreement while taking her outstretched hand to pull you to your feet and follow back out behind her.

It was almost startling to see that Edward was waiting for you.

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing now, everything is okay.” Bella lies.

“Nothing now, I just had a bad day is all. Everything is fine now.” You say, backing Bella up on her lie.

Later on that night, something would happen to make everything change.

You had followed Bella to town along with two of her new friends as they were there to pick out dresses for the prom. You weren’t paying any attention until Jessica had mentioned your name, confronting you about it.

“Are you even listening,(Y/n)?”

It was a little embarrassing, because you didn’t have a book with you to read and you didn’t want to find yourself talking so much to the point these people would walk away like the rest have done in the past.

Jessica and Angela had no idea of your diagnosis, and they were a bit impatient with you. Looking up at them, you see Jessica in a beautiful lavender dress and you sincerely thought it looked head over heels beautiful on her. All it really was incredibly stunning, so much so that she shouldn’t have to try on anymore dresses.

“Of course! I love that one on you, it’s very pretty.”

“If there’s something else you’d rather be doing, you’re welcome to leave and meet us back at the restaurant for dinner as planned.” Jessica says.

“Will do. Um.. there’s actually a book I’d like to go and pick up from a nearby store.”

“Want me to come with?” Bella offers.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

After walking out of the store, you started making your way back to the restaurant, and part of that route goes through a sketchy dark alley that didn’t quite feel safe to walk through. Even if you weren’t alone, it gave anyone and eerie feeling not to go through it.

You were going to bravely continue in the alley, until you saw some creepy homeless dudes messing around with a pack or two of beers in hand. On instinct, you quickly turn to go the other way, or at least, you tried to from the sketchy men. The red flags started showing when they spot you before getting over closer to you, making unwanted advances towards you. With your diagnosis, it was often difficult for you to fight alone, but you wouldn’t give these disgusting homeless men the satisfaction in becoming vulnerable to them, you wanted to fight back and that’s exactly what you were going to do. After the first advanced had taken place, you were more furious than you were at all scared.

“Don’t touch me!” You snap, trying to back away.

The men started surrounding you, making remarks.

“Where do you think you’re going? Come with us, we’ll show you a good time!”

That’s when you got scared and really tried to fight them off. What saved your life was the sound of tires screeching as an unrecognizable car pulled up with Edward existing it.

He demands you to get in the car, which you do.

“Get in the car.” Edward orders firmly as he walks over to the men.

You watch from the passenger’s seat as Edward scared them off with a death glare that read, “If you hurt her, you will have to deal with me.” It was impressive to say the least, though Edward scared them off by dominating the situation, he climbed back in the car furious and nearly ran over one of the men who laid a unwanted hand on you.

Edward quickly sped off, right on out of there with you safe and sound. That was a night neither of you would ever forget. The situation was like a roller coaster and you wanted nothing more than to forget about it, but you would always be grateful for Edward getting there in the nick of time. After the incident, you used part of the scenarios in your short stories and had given them to Edward to read. He loved the effort you had in writing, and wanted you to write some more sometime while sitting on the lawn with both Bella and himself during lunch hour and read to them.

You read them aloud the book you had bought from that very store. Living with high functional autism was not always difficult, best friends made it not seem so difficult. In your case, you had two best friends that you were closest to, and everyone knew it. Those friends were Edward and Bella, they were always there for you.

That was all that matters, you no longer didn’t care what others thought.

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