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chvoswxtch · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request Matt x black widow reader where they’re training together and she finally tells him where she learned to fight, but he’s surprised because she seemed like she didn’t know how to protect herself?

hi my love!

I got super carried away with this one and clearly I was in an angsty mood when I wrote it oops but it does have a nice ending I promise! thank you for the request! 🖤

warning: contains swearing, brief mentions of spiciness, mentions of violence, abuse, & implied sexual assault all in relation to the red room program (if any of these themes make you uncomfortable, please feel free to skip! you will not hurt my feelings, I promise!) word count: 3.9k

show me what you got.

Half of Fogwell’s was illuminated by the sunlight coming through the large floor to ceiling windows at the back of the gym, casting a golden glow over the worn equipment and faded walls. The other half that was furthest away from the sun’s steady rays was lit well enough that you could see a clear path to not trip over anything, so you didn’t bother turning on the lights. Matt never did anyway. Not only because they were of no use to him, but he had also mentioned that sometimes the buzz of electricity in a building could be overwhelming to his senses.

Matt had been adamant about teaching you self defense lately. You weren’t sure what happened that awoke this sudden need in him, but he had been bringing it up insistently for two weeks until you finally broke down and gave into him. He claimed it was purely because he wanted to know that you could defend yourself if something were to happen and he couldn’t get to you in time, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that told you there was more to it. Saying no to Matthew Murdock was nearly impossible, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to let him teach you. It made your heart swell with adoration that he genuinely just wanted to keep you as safe as possible. But there was something Matt didn’t know about your past that had you denying his argument…until he finally wore you down like he always did.

You leaned against the edge of the ring with your back to the door, humming along to the music that was currently playing through your headphones. Matt had told you he was running late for your first little session together, so you figured you had a little time to kill. Glancing around the old gym, you smiled to yourself as you tried to picture little Matty running around as his dad trained on the mat that was in front of you. The first time he had brought you here, he told you some of his fondest memories he had of his father, and it made you feel special that he felt comfortable sharing something so intimate with you. He spoke of him so proudly, and with so much love, it made you wish you’d had a chance to meet Jack, and that he’d had a chance to see the incredible man his son had grown up to be.

A hand grabbing onto your waist quickly broke you out of your trance, and you instinctively grabbed onto the person’s wrist, swiftly spinning around and twisting their arm behind their back as you grabbed onto their shoulder to lock them in a painful position. A familiar head of brown hair doubled over before you had your eyes widening in horror, and you immediately let go of Matt’s arm as you ripped the headphones out of your ears.

“Oh my god, Matt…I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you come in, I had my-fuck, are you okay? I’m so sorry, baby.”

Matt straightened up as he rubbed at his shoulder, turning around to face you. His eyes were blown completely wide open as he stared in your direction, a look of pure surprise etched onto his face.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, no I’m fine. I didn’t…didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t! I just…didn’t know it was you. I mean I don’t…I’m not sure who else I thought would be…I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

Matt was still for a moment, tilting his head slightly to the left as his blank eyes remained fixated in your direction. His lips parted slightly, tongue coming out to quickly wet them while his brows pulled together slightly in the center of his forehead in curiosity.

“How…how did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“What you just did. How do you know how to do that?”

Fuck.

“I…I was…taught.”

“By?”

Please let this go, Matt.

“It…it was a long time ago. I’m out of practice anyway.”

“Not that much.”

The look on Matt’s face caused your anxiety to spike, sending your blood rushing through your heart at an unforgiving pace. He must have heard the uptick in your rhythm, because he immediately squinted his eyes.

“Why are you so nervous right now?”

“I’m not.”

“Why are you lying to me.”

Matt’s plump lips were settled in a tight, disapproving line. There was a hardness to his voice that had guilt flooding the pit of your stomach. You hated lying to Matt. It wasn’t that you wanted to, you were just absolutely terrified of losing him.

“You said you wanted to teach me, and you were so excited when I finally said yes…I didn’t wanna take that away from you. I’d much rather learn from you than who I did anyway.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you took a step forward towards him and placed your hands on Matt’s shoulders, gently massaging the one you’d caused pain to.

“Besides, you’ve been so busy lately, this is a chance for us to spend more time together. And you can teach me everything I don’t know.”

The soft smile that graced your lips immediately disappeared when you realized the translucent level of betrayal that covered Matt’s face hadn’t faltered.

“How am I supposed to do that when I don’t even know what you do know.”

The vexation you detected in his voice felt like a bullet ripping straight through the dense tissue of your heart. He had every right to be upset with you right now, you knew that deep down, but there was still an ache echoing in your rib cage.

“Matt-“

“What is it? What are you hiding?”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t give me that shit. You’re lying to me, right now. Don’t lie to my face like I can’t tell. I want the truth.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Matt let out a dry laugh, his face a twisted mixture of shock and disbelief as his full brows raised several inches upwards.

“Not that simple? Do you think telling you the truth about me was simple?”

“In comparison, yes.”

Matt looked as though you had physically slapped him across the face, and the sight made your stomach twist with regret. His face immediately hardened, and he squared his shoulders as he stared down in your direction.

“I want the truth. Now.”

“Matt-“

“Or we’re done.”

A quiet gasp slipped past your mouth at the conviction in his statement. He meant it.

“I won't be with a liar. Not again.”

There were traces of pain and treachery in the venom he tossed at you, and it had guilt seeping into the very marrow of your bones. You knew exactly what he was talking about; who he was talking about. A brief thought crossed your mind that he might be disgusted if he found out just how similar the two of you were, and the sins you shared.

He must have taken your silence as an answer, because he was angrily grabbing his gym bag off the nearby bench and stalking towards the door to get as far away from you as he could. Panic began to rise in your throat, and you didn’t know what the fuck to do.

You could let him go. Convince yourself it was for the best. That he was going to leave the second he found out what you were anyway, so might as well get it over with now. You could spend the rest of your life trying to erase his memory, fool yourself into believing you could find happiness after him, and die knowing the one person you had ever loved had walked away from you because being a coward was the least awful thing about you.

Or you could tell him the truth. You could try things his way; kneel at his altar and bind your hands in his, say a prayer of his name and beg for the same mercy and forgiveness he had given her. It was a cheap shot to dare a man of faith to not practice what he preached, but it was an even bigger gamble that he might let the Devil decide on his behalf instead.

“I was a widow.”

Matt instantly paused at the door, hand stilling over the handle for a moment. He slowly turned around to face you, a considerably softer expression on his features as he spoke quietly.

“You had a husband?”

Clicking your tongue against the inside of your cheek, you leaned back against the ring and crossed your arms over your chest.

“No, not that kind. I meant…I was a black widow, Matt.”

You had seen more shades of revelation flash across Matt’s face today than you ever had the entire time you had known him, and that made you nervous. He was not an easy person to shock. This man had been through the goddamn ringer, had friends that had powers and abilities, had his ex-girlfriend die in his arms twice because of some supernatural shit, and yet you were still able to surprise him. That wasn’t something to be proud of.

As he parted his lips to speak, you quickly cut him off and began to pace back and forth furiously.

“Look before you say anything, just…let me explain. I…I didn’t tell you…it wasn’t because I didn’t trust you. Okay, it had nothing to do with that. I just…I wasn’t sure how you would react-“

“How I would react?”

“I’m not done.”

“Y/N, I told you I was Daredevil. That’s a pretty big bombshell. You didn’t think that was the time to tell me this?”

“No, I didn’t-“

“Why?”

“Matthew I am trying to explain that, but I need you to shut the fuck up first.”

Matt clenched his jaw, cocking his head to the side slightly to crack his neck as he let a deep exhale out through his nose. Carelessly tossing his gym bag onto the floor with a thud, he motioned with his hand for you to continue before settling both of his hands on his hips in a stance of annoyance.

“I’m not like you, Matt. Okay? I’m not a hero. There are things…things that I did that I can never undo.”

“So you were a spy for a shitty government and did shitty things. You broke codes and laws. You think I don’t understand that? I may not commit espionage Y/N, but I break some of the very laws I took an oath to uphold nearly every night. You lied to me about something you knew I could’ve understood. I mean, it’s not like you killed someone.”

The carelessness of Matt’s words and the accusatory tone of his voice had you seething. He must have sensed your swift change in mood because the humorless smile on his lips quickly evaporated. You balled your hands up into tight fists to control the way they shook with rage, chest heaving slightly with jagged breaths as your voice dipped an octave lower.

“What is it you think widows do exactly, Matthew.”

Regret flashed in his eyes the moment he stumbled across his mistake, and the realization of your words settling in had his mouth hanging open in horror.

“Let me tell you exactly what we’re trained to do. It isn’t just lies and stealing. It’s also seduction, orchestrating crises, persuading wars, but most importantly, assassination.”

Anger boiled throughout your bloodstream as you spoke. You weren’t sure if you were more pissed at Matt for being an insensitive asshole, or about the life that was taken away from you, but all you could see was red. You’d never gotten a chance to be angry about it before, and now you couldn’t hold back the fire that burnt through you.

“You think losing your father was hard? I was taken from my family. I don’t even know who the hell they are. I’ll never know if they even wanted me, or if they willingly gave me up. I’ll never know their names. I’ll never know if they’re even still alive. I will never know anything about them. You think Stick was rough on you? I grew up in the Red Room, Matt. What you had was a fucking daydream compared to the nightmare I lived.”

“Y/N-“

“You wanna know how many girls survive the training program? One in twenty. I was the lucky one out of the twenty.”

Matt’s face immediately fell at your words, letting his head hang in shame as he swallowed thickly.

“Was your first time nice, Matt? Was it romantic and with someone you loved? Someone you trusted?”

Matt clenched his jaw tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands trembled slightly at his sides.

“Y/N-“

“I’ll spare you the details of mine. But I can assure you it was not nice. It was part of my training, and there was no love or trust being done to my body. It was being used as a demonstration in seduction to complete a mission.”

A tiny piece of you knew this wasn’t fair. You shouldn’t be trying to invalidate Matt’s trauma with your own. But he wanted the truth, so you were giving him all of it.

“I can’t tell you how many times my body was violated, inside and out. And do you wanna know what I got for being the lucky one to graduate the program? Torn open and ripped apart. I didn’t just have my life ripped away from me, I had my ability to create life ripped away from me too. You were broken down and molded into a hero by your city. I was broken down and molded into a villain by mine. You made a choice to be the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. I never got that choice, Matt. I never got a choice until the Red Room finally fucking fell, and then I ran. I ran as far away as I fucking could.”

You thought the haze of madness was what had consumed your vision, but as it finally became clear when you blinked, you realized your face was streaked in tears. Matt’s shoulders shook with remorse, quiet sobs and sniffles leaving him as you noticed the tracks of melancholia on his own face. All of that pent up rage and resentment…he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of it. He deserved better.

“I have been trying…so hard to forget that part of my life…to make up for the things I’ve done. I didn’t…I didn’t want to keep it from you. I didn’t want to lie to you. I just…I was so scared…I was terrified to lose you because you are the one good thing I have ever had…I didn’t want you to hate me-”

“Hate you?”

Matt’s voice was just as broken as his face, and it only twisted the knife further. In a few short strides he was in front of you, frantically shaking his head in disbelief.

“How could I ever hate you?”

“Because I am everything you stand against, Matt.”

“That’s not true.”

“I’ve killed-“

“That wasn’t your choice. None of that was ever your choice. How could I ever hold something against you that was forced on you?”

You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that he still wanted you. But that tiny little voice in the back of your head kept screaming that this is where he would leave you.

“Y/N-“

Matt brought his hands up to gently cradle your face, a look of pure agony covering his features as his sweet honey eyes dripped with sorrow.

“You were a little girl taken from her home, abused and brainwashed, and used against your will by evil people. That does not make you evil. I know you never wanted to do any of those things they made you do. I can feel how much it hurts you, sweetheart. I do not hold any of that against you, I swear.”

“I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself, Matt.”

“Oh, honey.”

Matt immediately pulled you into him, wrapping his arms protectively around your body as he held you as close as physically possible. He gently brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead while you sobbed into his chest.

“Shh, it’s alright. It’s okay, my love. I know it hurts. I know that guilt you feel. You can make peace with it. I can’t promise you that it will be easy. There are some days…that are going to be a lot harder than others, and you’re going to feel…like you don’t deserve that peace or forgiveness at all. But you do. And I will be there with you, every step of the way.”

You gripped onto Matt tightly like he was a lifeline keeping you afloat in the middle of a violent sea storm. He was the first person that had made you feel safe since you’d moved to New York. Finding out who he really was only made you feel safer. He was the scary thing in the dark that all the real monsters feared, and he was yours.

“Whoever you were before…whatever you did, it doesn’t matter. I only care about who you are now. I love who you are now.”

“I love you, Matt. I love you so much.”

Love used to be a four letter word to you. An emotion you’d never felt, but feigned for personal gain. A genre of literature, film, and music. A holiday created by corporations for profit. But the second you met him, that all changed.

Love was Matthew Murdock. It was his dazzling smile coupled with charming dimples that made your knees weak. It was the warmth of his hand on your lower back as he guided you to the side of the sidewalk furthest from the street. It was the way he always smiled when he said your name, and how it rolled off of his tongue almost in a beckoning manner. It was his jacket over your shoulders when you’d insisted it wasn’t ‘that cold’. It was the trust in sharing his troubled past, his deepest fears, his haunting insecurities, and his greatest sins.

It was the first time he touched your body. It was the gentleness and undivided attention while he made love to you as you shared your first intimate moment together. It was the first time your body had ever been shown love and it took everything in you not to break down at how softly he caressed you and how patient he was with you. It was the space he took up in your heart and the home he made within you.

It was the verity in his voice when he whispered those three words into your ear for the first time, and the way he made you feel worthy of them.

“I love you, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’m not leaving you.”

“Please don’t tell Karen and Foggy. I…I don’t want them to know.”

A part of you knew they would understand. They were your chosen family as much as Matt was. But telling Matt the truth was difficult enough. You weren’t sure you could do it again. You didn’t want to risk your past life ruining your new one.

“I won’t. We can keep this between us.”

“I…I don’t think-“

“It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself. I understand.”

Letting out a deep breath, your shoulders suddenly felt a lot lighter, and that weight that had been heavy on your chest was finally gone. For the first time in years you felt like you could actually breathe.

“Thank you.”

Matt pulled back slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he gazed down at you lovingly.

“For what, honey?”

“Still loving me.”

“You didn’t stop loving me.”

“Matt-“

“I’m not always a hero, sweetheart. I don’t always go out every night to protect people. As much as I hate to admit it out loud, sometimes I enjoy beating the shit out of people that deserve it. I’ve been driven to that edge of wanting to take someone’s life before. There’s not always purity in what I do.”

“But there’s heart, and good intentions.”

“Which is exactly what you have too.”

Matt leaned in to bump your nose with his, tracing the underside of your jaw slowly with his index finger.

“Well, if the Devil said it, it must be true.”

The tension in Matt’s shoulders seemed to evaporate as a smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth, and your lips only split further into a grin as his mouth mirrored yours. There was a wicked glint dancing around in his eyes, and his tongue glided along his bottom lip slowly as he cocked his head to the side.

“So…did you all have like…a uniform or something?”

Puzzlement furrowed between your brows at Matt’s question as you tried to figure out where he was going with this.

“Like…a suit?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, why?”

Matt couldn’t contain the suggestive smirk that took over his entire mouth, arching one of his brows playfully as he jutted his chin in your direction.

“You still have it?”

Your mouth immediately fell open, pulling back to deliver a soft punch directly into Matt’s chest as you stared at him incredulously.

“Matthew Murdock!”

“What?”

“You can’t even see!”

“But I can feel.”

Matt wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, moving his hands down your waist slowly to grab at your hips while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip seductively.

“You are unbelievable. Everything I just told you…and that’s where your head is at.”

“Both of them, actually.”

“You are the worst Catholic I have ever met, you know that?”

“Why do you think my confessions take so long?”

Pursing your lips, you swatted at Matt’s chest again, pushing him away as you backed up to rest against the ring. You tried to contain your grin as he snickered, prowling towards you slowly with mischievous intent.

“Well?”

“I might have kept it, just in case.”

You could see Matt’s excitement clearly in his eyes, but he remained in his spot just a few inches in front of you as a timid smile tugged at his mouth.

“You don’t actually have to wear it if you don’t want to. If it’s…too much for you. I know you might have certain feelings associated with it.”

“Not really. I repurposed it and made it my own when I came here. It doesn’t belong to them anymore. It’s mine.”

Matt’s lips parted slightly, and you could see the flush of red blooming on his cheeks and coating the tops of his ears. His excitement was starting to be evident in other places, and you couldn’t help but smirk as he stepped in closer.

“You know, I’ve heard black widows are extremely dangerous.”

“Get in the ring and I’ll show you.”

Matt’s face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree as he placed both of his palms on the mat on either side of you to cage you in with his body.

“You gonna take it easy on me?”

“Oh I think you can handle it, Daredevil. I thought they called you the man without fear? You scared, baby?”

Matt’s eyes were wild with hunger, a ravenous grin stretching his lips open to show off his gleaming teeth as he leaned in to let his warm breath fan over your lips.

“Show me what you got, sweetheart.”

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absolutebl · 9 months

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Wedding Plan Trash Watch!

You ready to snuffle-kiss the burn?

Before I start...

Find out about Mame and the Mameverse here.

Find my other trash watches of her and others here.

We all know what we are getting in for, 7 episodes of BLduggery. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not... that is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts.

Episode 1 - In which I craft an ode to Dumpster Fires Everywhere

I am sorry, but they opened with Battle Hymn of the Republic for PrapaiSky’s wedding? I busted out laughing.

Also, you KNOW I can’t just let that go.

Ready?

LET’S SING! (Bet you’d never thought I’d type those words).

Battle Hymn of BL Tumblr

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the trash This is barely even BL it’s just Mame writing slash She hath set ablaze such garbage in pursuit of all our cash But the trash watch must go on!

(Buh buh ba buh)

Glory, glory hallelujah! Mame hit us with a sewer. Spoiling all our fun, Oh the shit storm has begun, But the trash watch must go on!

I have seen the dumpster-fires of a hundred BL tropes She will sacrifice her ukes ’til they’ve lost all of their hopes We will watch in righteous anger while the refuse burns and smokes But the trash watch must go on!

(Buh buh ba buh)

Glory, glory hallelujah! Life’s rough for a BL reviewer. When OG BL fans run afoul of Mame stans But the trash watch must go on!

Buh buh buh buh!

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here for the next 7 weeks. Yes some of my rhyming conventions are awkward af but I never claimed to be a filker. Now where was I?

Oh YES,

STILL AT THE VERY BEGINNING.

Where have I seen this seme before? Oh! Top Secret Together.

Micky D sponsorship? Nice. I’m impressed.

Too many sound effects, abort! Is that the sound tech from Lovely Writer I sniff? Someone please fire his ass. Yes, it must be him. Only a straight dude misuses buttons like that.

I feel Nuea’s pain I too hate the gym.

This better not be in one of those situations where after instalove our seme arranges for the wedding planner boy he likes to plan his own wedding so that he can marry him at the end.

Lots of pronouns going astray in that sentence, but you get my meaning.

Drag baby around. Locker room. Kabeldon

Honestly? And this is not usually a criticism I lob at Mame ( I know is there anything I have lobbed at her?) but the leads seem a bit stiff and uninspired.

It is just me?

Episode 2 - What’s this? Oh is that boredom?

What are these boys in these office BLs doing behind their desks on those computers? They never actually seem to be working at all. They’re like brochure stock art ads for boys on computers.

I had to skip most of the humiliating stuff with the food in the car and whatever was going on because… aargh.

They keep ordering food in this episode of nobody’s eating it. And it looks really good and I’m hungry and this is very upsetting to me.

Lom is just totally jerking Nuea around. Just tell him what your relationship is with the bride.

There’s no need to be so fucking coy about it.

I love the flaming yelling fit from Nuea tho.

It was also a good kiss.

But that’s what we expect from a Mame.

Mame giveth and mame taketh away.

Somewhat dull episode frankly. Even with the kiss.

Sigh. What have I become?

Episode 3 - WHAT IS THIS? There is nothing about this episode that pleased me even a tiny bit. Except Noel’s hair. But that wasn’t part of the script.

Buckle up, I got A LOT to say.

It’s a pleasure to welcome you back to your normal and expected ABL meets Mame interface where... ABL LOSES THEIR TINY MIND.

Right on schedule it feels like.

Ready?

Oh who am I kidding, you sadists life for this shizz. And you can’t tell me you don’t.

Lom is so frustrating.

I wanna punch him too. Sing it, sister!

Random water sports. (And not of the kind one might expect from Mame. Stop it. You know she would go there. She’d think it was edgy.)

Peeps!

We need a name for when a BL reviews itself.

It keeps happening.

Should you tell him everything?

Yes.

1000 times yes.

I’m basically screaming it at the screen.

TELL HIM!!!!

You tricked him into a date without telling him a single thing about what’s actually going on. Are you insane?

What the hell.

You keep kissing him but he is planning your wedding. How fucked up are you? You monster

A Mame show calling out its own exploitive sexism is so fucking awkward.

Mame. Sweetheart. Snookums. Sugarbeans. Shaken-baccon. You don’t have enough fucking talent to go meta. Leave it to the better BLs to follow trends. Your shizz is old fashioned and that’s why people like it. Don’t try to be classy, it makes this whole shit show just look even more shabby.

Poor baby.

Now he’s doubting himself completely.

What are these assholes doing to you?

Come with me.

I’m going to transport you to this other terrible BL trash watch happening right now, where there is a LOVELY adorable boy named Max and I think you would be perfect together.

So it’s basically just Narnia-level closet cases we are dealing with here?

THAT’S IT?

THAT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THIS LEVEL OF MANIPULATION?

WHAT IS GOING ON?

Nuea is such a cutie.

I want to punch Lom all over again.

Noel looks v pretty as a blond.

The proposal sequence was unnecessary. But at least I don’t wanna punch anyone.

THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE for lying. For manipulation. For not understanding how you’re betraying another person’s faith in himself.

Especially not if you’re in the position of power: social, cultural, employer.

Why doesn’t Mame EVER understand this?

You can’t have a character that is sincere and earnest in love and yet entirely lacking in all forms of integrity.

This is driving me crazy.

No one is in the show is as crazy as this show is making me.

I started this episode wanting to punch Lom, and I’m ending this episode wanting to punch Lom.

That’s a mame plot for ya.

No character development at all, on any side of the screen.

And someone, mostly me, is always left with a mad desire to punch something.

Frankly, I kinda want to punch the screen.

Episode 4 - I Am Going to Start Drinking

I like consent especially when “no” is activated. But this being Mame she shoe horns it in and then the seme ignores it.

It’s so awkward. She’s actually incapable of making any non-problematic tropes sexy. It’s like there is only one lane for her shows and that lane is...

the WORST

My “Punch Lom in the face 2023” campaign continues.

I don’t see how he can ever become a sympathetic character. He just trundles along lying by omission (when speaking up would make everything better). I hate him.

I’m glad we get to see Nuea suffering, now show Lom what he has done and make him lose the boy.

No? No.

Instead Lom gets rewarded with sex for being a sleazy lying gutless jerk? Well terds to both you fine gentlemen.

I mean, very gay of you, Nuea sweetie.

“Because just SOOOO hot” being the #1 excuse in my personal “I slept with WHAT?” experience. (Heh, to be fair I’m often the WHAT? in that equation. I live to be someone’s bad mistake... just not Lom-level-bad.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, Gaga has the sex scene. FYI. Came outta nowhere, that sex scene did. Very disjointed... not that kind of joint. Not that kind either.

It’s not a particularly impressive sex scene, which is disappointing. Because WHY ELSE WOULD WE BE WATCHING?

I mean, if you’re going to have your characters (and by extension us) forfeit all integrity and taste in order to watch your stupid show, the least you could do is give us decent chemistry.

I’m not saying this is worse than LITA but at least LITA was hot.

It wasn’t anything else. But it was hot.

This this is

not hot.

In conclusion: if Nuea’s baby bro doesnt’t punch Lom in the face next week I will have to start drinking on Weds...

oh wait!

BMF ends this Friday! I can switch to drinking mid week!

YES

(I have a new rule: only one BL a week is allowed to drive me to drink in any give rotation.)

Imma preemptively point out that I am aware that bearding and lavender marriages are still quite common all over the world. I would whole heartedly support a good depiction of it. (Even one where it stays fix in the beard position.) This is NOT a good depiction.

I shall draw your attention to 2017′s rarely discussed (not really BL) We Are Gamily out of... you guessed it... Taiwan. You can argue with me about this only AFTER you have watched that.

Okay, back to the trash watch.

Episode 5 - I Neglected to Drink and that was a Mistake

Ate a lot of crap traveling home today (feel gross) + tumblr new desktop UX has me pissed + Mame & alcohol? I’m not sure I’d survive. So no alcohol.

Here we go.

Poor Nuea feels so guilty.

Please save me from ever feeling that way after sex. *shudder*

Before you ask, to the best of my knowledge, I have never slept with a married person. I’ve slept with married people... married to each other mind you... but I hope that makes it clear everyone was consensual. (I recommend it, by the way. Being a unicorn is lots of fun.)

Where was i?

We were dealing with punching Lom not my misspent youth.

(looks at calendar. wait, that was last month.)

PUNCH LOM 2023!

Queen!

I love her.

It wasn’t a physical punch but a verbal one is almost as good. (And can be more damaging in the long run.)

Could we please still have an actual punch?

Pretty please?

Mame punches her characters all the time. And no character ever deserved a punching more than Lom.

I do wish there was a nice boy back home to scoop Nuea up.

That line of boys wanting him, could we see it, not be told it?

I do like the random sinshine hyung side couple.

Omg. COLD MICKY D?!

That might just be the most objectionable moment in this whole show.

And that’s a tall order.

Pun intended.

(straight, HA! pun not intended but still very much THERE)

Was I pleased we got multiple characters who are just outright gay? Yes.

But representation has not been one of Mame’s issues.

I mean Tharn was one of the first openly gay seme leads in a Thai BL, and she also had rep for lube and condoms in that show. That’s not the issue with TharnType. Or Mame.

Her issues tend to revolve around story structure and audience manipulation.

Was I pleased that Nuea knew what was going on? Yes, I’m glad he’s not totally clueless.

I still want Lom to be punched in the face and I’m still mad at this show.

Episode 6 - Too hot to drink, still a Mistake

I finally figured out my real problem with Lom. It’s not that he was closeted and manipulative without good reason (although he is). It’s not that he lied and strung Nuea along for a lot longer than was necessary (because he did). It is that he basically does everything for himself and his own ends. Even when he’s confessing his love it comes off as flat because it isn’t about Nuea and what Nuea wants or needs, it’s about Lom wants.

Hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it right.

It was good bridge kiss. And car kiss. And sex kisses.

There is something corrupted grunge romantic asking the person you love most in the world to hide that love and climb back into the closet with you for the sake of your nasty arse family (is that a queer taboo, hum). I’m not saying lavender marriages are necessarily wrong, I’m just saying it’s an interesting plot twist in a BL.

I think we HAVE to hold this up and examine it in stark contrast to the final ep of Bad Buddy. It’s interesting how the closet retreat didn’t bother me at all in BB, and I thought it was quite a clever and elegant ending twist. Whereas here it’s just annoying. It’s not making me as angry as it probably should. But it is annoying as a narrative conceit and denouement.

Can I ask a question.

It’s not a serious question, of course.

What is up with all of the shows this year having dates on lakes featuring that thing where you ride a funny little floaty-boat while being dragged behind a fast boat. I’m sure it has a name, but I could not care less. New sponsor?

The sex scene was fine. But I have to say, I wish they had leaned into the fact that Lom is a virgin and Nuea has more experience. It would’ve been a really interesting dynamic to see honestly represented on screen.

In conclusion, Nuea is a saint and next week everything comes to a head that didn’t already get head this episode.

Episode 7 - Finally I’m drinking!

I am having a tiki beverage this evening to round out this show. Coconut rum and mango popping Boba are involved. Don’t judge. I have the alcohol palate of a 7 year old.

I’m ready! Let’s shave this beard!

And, well, that was a pink saturated drama of the mothers in law. Enjoyable lakorn style scenery chewing. The ladies seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lom pretending to be sad and pitiful. Also funny.

Using his evil against his mom is acceptable. Suddenly his manipulative lying ways are working in the right direction.

Honestly?

This was a fine ending, I’m not mad at it.

They managed to keep Lom in character until the end, he remained deceitful. I would never trust him, but clearly Nuea is willing to ride that dragon.

I guess 7/10?

If you can tolerate Mame and liars (kinda the same thing) you’ll be fine with this show.

But, frankly? Lom as a character would sit better amongst the drama bananas of Only Friends.

In summation:

A lackluster Mame offering with less of her usual stellar chemistry, but all of her usual manipulation. An innocent wedding planner falls haplessly and hopelessly in love with a groom who relentlessly pursues him, even though he’s about to marry someone else.

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#The Wedding Plan #wedding plan the series #Thai BL #ABL trash watches BL #trash watches #trash watching mame #save me from myself #trash watch #thai drama #thaibl #save me from mame #can't stope the trash watch

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Like Water in Your Hands

No Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: Inspired by Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers

Summary: You move two blocks away from the local YMCA and start swimming laps at their pool. You make a small circle of friends there but also meet Joel Miller, a man who tells you he’s in an open marriage and you decide to take a risk.

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak, takes place in 2010, no Sarah, age gap (Joel is 43 and reader is 28), infidelity, oral sex (M and F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, angst, no use of y/n

“You asked to walk me home

But I had to carry you

And you pushed me in

Now my feet can't touch the bottom of you”

You’re standing in a long line at the YMCA waiting to sign up for a membership. It’s kind of crowded and you’re wondering if this is a bad idea. But then again the Y is so close to your new apartment. It would be kind of pointless to sign up for a membership somewhere else that’s farther away and probably more expensive. So you wait until it’s your turn. The woman sitting at the desk hands you your little YMCA card for your keychain and says, “The gym is upstairs and the pool is down the hallway on the left. Both have locker rooms attached.”

You nod and head down the hallway, pushing past the doors into the pool room. The strong scent of chlorine hits your nose as you enter and your feet make a splish sound when you walk on the wet tile. You spot the door to the locker room on the other side of the pool, scanning the room as you do but trying to make it not look like you’re staring at people. The truth is you just want friends. You’re new to the community and eager to make friends. And the Y seemed like a great starting point for new friendships.

It seems to be mainly women at the pool today which makes you feel a little more comfortable. You go into the locker room and change into your swimsuit. And that’s when you meet a woman a little older than you named Liz who’s using a locker two spots down from you.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” she says, not looking at you while she changes into her swimsuit.

“Just joined today,” you respond.

“I’m Liz Miller,” she says, turning to you and holding out her hand, “My husband and I come here.”

You tell her your name and ask, “Do you live in the neighborhood?”

“A few streets over. You?”

“My building’s two blocks away.”

“Nice. Are you new in town?”

“Ahh so you don’t know anyone. Well I’ll be your swimming buddy today.”

“Sounds good to me,” you tell her, following her back out to the pool.

You get in the pool without needing to adjust to the temperature; it’s already pretty warm. You swim laps with Liz, stopping occasionally to talk in between. Your eyes burn from the chlorine and you make a mental note to pick up goggles. She tells you about her husband, Joel. He works in construction and she works in advertising. She’s leaving for a work trip tonight for two weeks in New York City. Your first friend and she’s already leaving for two weeks. Looks like it's back to square one for now. Eventually it’s time for her to go and you’re feeling a little winded anyway. You get changed back into your t-shirt and gym shorts in the locker room and skip using their shower. You live two blocks away so what’s the point in showering here. You walk back out to the lobby together and that’s when you meet Joel.

You’re taken aback for a moment at just how good looking he is, even under the shitty fluorescent lights in the lobby. His hair is a little damp, presumably from sweating after a good workout. His facial hair is a bit patchy but it’s endearing. His warm brown eyes feel like they’re staring directly into your soul as he shakes your hand, his touch lingering just a little too long. But Liz doesn’t seem to notice. You notice that he’s not wearing his wedding band although Liz is wearing hers. Maybe he just forgot to put it back on after working out? It’s a shame he’s married because he’s totally your type. But you’re just glad to have two new acquaintances.

“Now you have two familiar faces here,” Liz says, smiling at you.

The three of you walk out to the parking lot together but they go to separate cars. You get the sense that they don’t seem like a couple that’s codependent on each other. Or they both came here straight from their jobs. Who are you to judge? You just met them. You have no idea what the dynamic of their relationship is like.

You walk home as the sun starts to set. It’s a warm evening in late June and the Y membership is about to come in handy when you need to cool off from scorching summer heat. You go home and take a shower before winding down for the evening and heading off to bed.

Work goes by pretty slowly the next day. You’re anxious to swim or even work out in the gym to exert some of your stress. You’re also just eager for a chance to make more friends. You come from work and change into work out clothes, bringing your swimsuit with you in your bag. You walk to the Y and contemplate working out in the gym but opt for the pool instead. You change in the locker room and step into the pool. It’s pretty dead tonight. There’s only 3 other people swimming in this ginormous pool with you. You swim a few laps by yourself before getting bored and deciding to leave. But as you get out of the pool you notice none other than Joel Miller walking through the door on the other side of the room. He catches you looking at him and immediately walks directly towards you. You feel a little self conscious for a moment at the fact that you’re greeting him in your sopping wet swimsuit that’s clinging to your body.

“Hey, how are you?” he smiles.

“I’m alright! Did Liz leave last night?”

“She did. She left around one in the morning.”

“Damn that’s late. Aren’t you tired from driving her to the airport?”

“Nah, she took a taxi.”

Maybe your suspicions about them not being codependent were right afterall?

“But anyway I came to check on you before I left for the night.”

“You’re sweet. I was just about to change and leave, too.”

“I’ll wait for you in the lobby,” he says, gesturing back towards the door.

“Uh, sure! I won’t be too long,” you say before turning and walking to the locker room, maybe speedwalking just a tad. For some reason you got the sense he was staring at your ass as you walked but you didn’t dare turn around and look. You dry off and change into your clothes hastily before walking to meet Joel in the lobby, butterflies swelling in your stomach for some reason.

You meet him in the lobby with a big smile on his face, drinking in the sight of you with your flushed and hair wet.

“Get a good workout in?” he asks.

“Mhm. You?”

“I did. It was a lighter workout for me today.”

“That’s nice… Well I’ll see you around?”

“Mind if I walk you home?”

You’re taken aback at first because why would he want to do that? But then age you don’t know the neighborhood that well yet and it is getting dark out. But you also only live two blocks away so what’s the point of him walking you home.

But before you can contemplate it even more you say yes.

And so you’re walking to your apartment side by side, not really saying anything at first until you can’t bear the uncomfortable silence anymore. You make small talk until you reach your building.

“Well, this is me,” you say, stopping in front of the door to your apartment building.

“What do you have planned for the rest of the night?” he asks.

“Uhh not much. I have a new bookshelf I’ve been meaning to build since I moved in. Maybe I’ll start that tonight?”

“I can help with that,” he says, taking a step towards you.

You gulp at the idea of Joel Miller alone with you in your apartment. This really isn’t a good idea. But he’s the one who offered. And you can have him leave straight after it’s done.

“S-sure,” you say.

You lead him through the hallways and flights of stairs in your building until you reach your place. You slide the key into the lock and go inside, holding the door open for him as he enters.

“Sorry it’s kind of a mess. I’m still not one hundred percent moved in yet,” you say, feeling a little self conscious at the state of your apartment.

“Nothing to apologize for,” he shrugs, “Now where’s this bookshelf?”

“Stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody

Who loves you more”

You bring him into your bedroom of all places and point to the flat cardboard box leaning against the wall.

“There. As you can see I haven’t even attempted it.”

“That’s okay,” he chuckles.

You sit on the edge of your bed as he goes to work. You watch him construct your bookshelf little by little before you ask if he needs anything.

“Want a bottle of water?” you ask, rising from the bed.

“Sure,” he says, looking up at you from his position on your floor.

You go into your kitchen and grab a cold bottle of water from your fridge. You go back into your bedroom and crouch down on the floor to hand it to him. And that’s when he locks eyes with you, staring at you intently until his lips suddenly come crashing into yours.

You pull away immediately and shout, “What the hell?! You’re married! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Hey,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders, “I’m in an open marriage.”

You raise your eyebrow in disbelief but before you can say anything he speaks first.

“I’m being completely serious,” he says, his big brown eyes pleading with you.

I mean it’s not completely unbelievable. Some of your friends were in open relationships. You yourself have never been in one and you’ve never been with someone that is. But deep down, you want him. And to you he seems sincere.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you before I just did that. I understand if you want me to leave,” he says, starting to get up.

You sigh.

“No you can stay… but you’re right, that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.”

“Does that mean I can do it again?” he whispers, his eyes searching your face for an answer.

You close your eyes and the butterflies swell in your stomach again. Somewhere in your mind there’s a small voice telling you this is a bad idea. But it’s small enough that you ignore it.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He lips meet yours again as he presses you against the edge of your bed. His tongue grazes your lips, begging you for access. And when you give it to him his tongue explores your mouth as his hands caress your face. You kiss him back and slip him a little tongue, too, but it's clear that he wants to be the dominant one. You give in and let him as his mouth, face and hands completely overtake you. He pulls away for a moment and you two look into each other’s eyes. Almost as if you’re reading each other’s minds you both stand up and move to the bed. You lay down and your chlorine crusted hair splays out on the pillow. You silently wish you got to shower and shave before this happened. A sexual encounter with your new acquaintance was not in the plans for tonight.

He pulls his shirt over his head and removes his shorts before hovering over you. You take in the sight of his naked body, tanned skin peppered with beauty marks. His legs are toned and muscular just like the rest of him. But what he does have is a small pudgy belly that maybe doesn’t particularly match the rest of his physique but is still attractive nonetheless. His large hands move up your thigh and underneath your shorts. He slides them off in one fluid motion and moves down to your thighs, spreading them open. He drinks in the sight of your cunt rapidly getting wet in anticipation for his touch. He bends down and licks one long, slow streak up all the way up to your clit. And that’s when you ask, “Are you sure? I didn’t get a chance to shower after swimming…”

“Don’t care,” he murmurs against your core, sending vibrations through you.

You shudder at the sensation and let him continue, relaxing a little. His tongue works small slow circles around your clit as you raise your hips a little, pressing them more on his face in response to his touch. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you even closer into him. With his arms around your thighs you can’t squirm as much but that also lets him press his lips, tongue and nose directly into your cunt, bringing you closer to orgasm. You cum against his face, coating him with your release, soaking his nose, lips, chin… practically the whole lower half of his face. He laps up the rest of your juices before bringing his face by yours.

“You taste so good, darlin’. Ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

You feel your cheeks go hot at his praise. He goes to take off his shorts and asks, “Did you want me to use a condom?”

“That’s okay. I’m on the pill,” you say, still feeling a little breathless.

He chuckles at the post orgasm inflection in your voice and says, “Okay, darlin’.”

You spread your legs for him and he gathers your release from your cunt on his fingers. You shudder at the sensation. He slicks his already hard cock and aligns himself with your entrance, thrusting into you slowly until you take all of his length. His hands grasp your waist as he begins to fuck you relentlessly, burying his cock deep into you with each slam of his hips. He showers you in praise, telling you how you’re such a good girl for taking his cock so well. All you can do is moan and whimper in response.

You’re sure your neighbors can hear between the creaks of your bed frame, both of your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. But you’re entirely too blissed out to care. With one last forceful motion of his hips against yours you come undone, your cunt fluttering around his cock. Your orgasm pulsates through your core and sends shockwaves throughout your body. Before both of you know it he’s releasing his load inside you, painting your inside in thick ropes of cum as he lets out a guttural moan. He pulls out of you and immediately starts apologizing but you just laugh.

“That’s what the pill’s for,” you chuckle.

He lays down next to you on the bed and already starts yawning.

“You can crash here if you want,” you say, “But you owe me a finished book shelf in the morning,” you chuckle.

“Whatever you want, darlin’. Tomorrow’s my day off,” he murmurs against you, the sleepiness evident in his voice.

“Deal,” you whisper, before drifting off to sleep yourself.

You wake up the next morning wrapped in bedsheets and the scent of Joel Miller as he sleeps pressed against you. The realization of last night’s decisions is setting in and while the anxiety in your gut rises, something about it also feels so right. You peel yourself off of him and go to the bathroom. He stirs and wakes up watching your naked form from behind as he whistles at the sight.

“Shut up,” you laugh, “Hope you’re ready to build that bookshelf.”

“Oh I’ll get right on it, darlin’,” he says, sneaking up on you from behind and wrapping his arms around your waist. You lean back against him and close your eyes. All of your anxieties and hangs ups about the situation melt away as he holds you in front of your bathroom mirror. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and goes to work on your bookshelf. You make him a cup of coffee and bring it to him after you brush your teeth. He gets the bookshelf done in no time and the two of you are left with the rest of your Saturday, completely free. You decide to take a shower together, washing each other in this new form of intimacy. You realize he doesn’t have any other clothes to change into so that’s when he has the idea to walk back to the Y, pick up his truck and head back to his house. You throw on your clothes and get ready to walk back to his truck, silently hoping the parking lot wouldn’t be too busy this morning. What would people say if they saw you two walking to his truck together? If he’s in an open marriage, though, does it even matter?

Before you leave he says, “You stay here. I’ll come back for you.”

You nod and wait for him in the lobby of your building. He pulls up front and you hop in the passenger seat. Awkward silence fills the drive until you get to his house. He brings you inside and leads you to his bedroom. You look at the pictures of him and Liz while he packs. You’re staring at a wedding photo when you think to ask, “So how long have you been in an open marriage?”

He pauses for a moment and says, “Only about a year. I found out she was cheating on me and I proposed the idea of an open marriage instead of getting a divorce.”

You’re conflicted. You feel bad for him that he went through that but he also seems happy now, content with his decision on an open marriage as far as you can tell.

“I’m sorry,” you say, “That must’ve been really hard for you.”

“It was,” he replies, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, “But I’m doing much better now. I don’t tell a lot of people about the open marriage, though. My friends and family still don’t know because it’ll open a whole line of questioning as to how we got here. And then I’ll have to tell them how she cheated on me and I just… I don’t think I can do that.”

He sounds hurt; betrayed. You turn around to face him and meet his eyes, filled with sadness, and say, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Thank you,” he whispers before kissing you, “Come on. Let’s go have a fun weekend together. I packed enough clothes to get me to work Monday morning.”

“Okay,” you nod, following him back down the stairs.

At least they don't have kids, you think to yourself. That would make this situation about a million times messier.

You get back his truck and drive back to your place, the tension in the air dissipated after his heartfelt confession. You spend the rest of the weekend together going through a cycle of fucking, watching TV, showering and talking. You learn so much about him and his background; his family, where he grew up, what he does for a living. He tells you everything and you feel you can tell him everything, too. The connection you feel with him is one you’ve never felt with anyone else before. It almost makes you forget for a moment that he’s married to another woman.

But now it’s Monday and your fun weekend with Joel has come to an end. He has two long days at work ahead of him so you can’t go to the Y together until Wednesday night. You’re a little sad but you get it. He can’t spend all of his waking hours with you. The next two days drag on and after you get home from work you find yourself feeling lonely. And it doesn’t help that your sheets smell like him.

But after two agonizingly slow days you finally get to see him again. You walk to the Y with a little pep in your step at the thought of seeing him again. You find him in the lobby and he greets you with a smile.

“I thought I’d swim with you today instead,” he says.

“Sure,” you tell him before both of you walk to the pool room together, separating as each of you enter your respective locker rooms. You change quickly and meet him by the pool which by some miracle was completely empty tonight. You get in the pool with him and swim a few laps but mainly the two of you spend time messing around. Until he pulls you close and looks you in the eye. The heat of the pool room and his hot breath are almost too much to bear. But then he kisses you and suddenly you forget all about how you are. The kiss grows more and more passionate and you start to worry that someone will walk in and see. You pull away to tell him to stop but he grabs your hand and leads up the pool steps.

“What are you doing?” you ask as your bare feet hit the slick tile.

“Going somewhere more private,” he says leading you to the single stall bathroom on the same wall as the locker rooms.

“Here?” you question him.

“Why not? It’s empty tonight,” he says, opening the bathroom door, “Ladies first.”

You go in the bathroom and he follows you, locking the door behind him. He wastes no time reaching for the strap of your swimsuit and peeling it off of you. He slides off his swim trunks and you bring your hand to his cock, caressing it lightly to tease him.

“You’re killin’ me, darlin’. Please,” he whispers by your ear.

You giggle and give into him, wrapping as much of your hand as you can around his cock and strolling.

“Fuck,” he whispers, closing his eyes in pleasure.

You love making him feel good and you especially love when he vocalizes it. You spit in your hand and stroke him more, picking up the pace. But before he can finish he stops you and licks his fingers, bringing them to the entrance of your cunt and teasing you this time. You whine at the featherlight touch and beg for more.

“Doesn’t feel so good huh darlin’?” he teases.

“Please,” you whine.

“Fine,” he sighs, sounding fake annoyed before pushing a finger into you slowly.

You lean back against the sink and spread your legs wider for him, begging for more. He gets off on watching you writhe in pleasure from just one finger before slipping in another. He curls them upwards, emitting soft moans from you as he brings you closer to the edge. But before you can cum he pulls them out of you and slathers his cock with your wetness. You whine at the sudden absence but you’re cut off by the sensation of his cock slamming into you. Your breath hitches and he watches you get adjusted to his size, eyes scanning up and down your body from your face to your tits to your cunt gripping his cock. He supports you against the edge of the sink and pumps into you with more force. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly with every slam of his hips. You know you’re not going to last long between that and the adrenaline of fucking in a public space. Your orgasm washes over you as your cunt grips and releases his cock like a vice. He spills his cum inside you and you’re filled with the familiar sensation of his release coating your insides. He pulls out of you and places a sloppy kiss on your lips before whispering, “Good girl.”

He helps you stand on your feet and you both go to put your swimsuits back on.

“I’ll go first, okay?” he says.

You nod and he swiftly leaves the bathroom, locking the door behind him. You wait a few minutes before leaving the bathroom and returning to a thankfully empty pool room.

“Change and go home?” he says, looking over at you.

You nod and go into the locker room to change, in disbelief that this is your life and that Joel Miller just fucked you in a bathroom at the Y. This would become your routine for the next two weeks until Liz comes home, fucking at the Y, your place and even his. Something about doing it as his house felt slightly wrong though. And you know exactly why but you choose to bury that feeling.

“So I will wait for the next time you want me

Like a dog with a bird at your door”

It’s the night before Liz comes home from her work trip and you’re at your apartment, spending one last night together until he has to go home to his wife.

“When will we do this again?” you ask hopefully.

“I’ll let you know when, darlin’,” he says with the gentlest tone.

You nod and your stomach starts to hurt, worrying at the possibility that this was it for the two of you.

Liz is officially home and you’ll see her at the pool tonight. You have mixed feelings about it. Two weeks ago you would’ve been excited to reunite with your new friend. But now after learning everything you know you’re not sure about how you feel about her.

You walk to the Y and your legs feel like jelly. You’re also nervous to face her again after everything that happened with you and Joel and it makes you wonder… Did he tell her about the two of you? Is he planning on it if he hasn’t already? Regardless, you're not going to be the one to tell her. He’s the one married to her; he can do it himself.

She greets you with a warm smile in the locker room, commenting about how she was in need of a good workout. You just smile and nod, for fear that if you open your mouth you’re going to spill everything to her.

You swim together and keep the conversation mainly about her work trip. She tells you she has to go on another one in two weeks and you fear that that will be the next time Joel will want you.

You finish your laps and change in the locker room before meeting Joel in the lobby. He treats you differently around her, like he did when you first met him two weeks ago. You watch them walk to their separate cars before walking home. The realization hits you on the way back. He’s not going to be yours for at least two weeks.

You were correct in your assumption. The second Liz leaves he’s calling you up, asking if he can come over. And you give in without thinking.

You open your door when he arrives and let him in before asking, “How long is she gone this time?”

“Just a week,” he says softly.

Before the mood can shift into a more depressing tone he wraps his arms around you and presses wet, sloppy kisses on your neck. You missed him too much to care about how upset you are deep down, letting him take you again tonight.

You go into your bedroom and he pushes you down onto the bed. He pulls off your shorts and he spreads your thighs apart.

“God, I missed this so much,” he says before bringing his tongue to your core.

You close your eyes and grips the sheets for purchases as his tongue works your cunt. He pulls one orgasm out of you quickly and already begins working on the second. He slicks his fingers and inserts them into you slowly before returning his tongue to your clit. It’s almost to the point of overstimulation until your second orgasm washes over you. You coat the lower half of his face and his hand all the way down to his wrist with your release. He lays on the bed next to you as your thighs continue to shiver from the aftershocks of your high. You go to reach for the waistband of his shorts but he stops you.

“Tonight’s just you darlin’.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhmm. Missed you so much.”

You kiss his cheek and fall into the crook of his neck. He rubs your back as you two catch up, telling each other about the past two weeks without one another. You missed him so much and the voice in your head is small enough to ignore it again.

And this becomes your routine for the summer. Whenever Liz is away Joel is yours. Sometimes she’s gone for a couple weeks at a time. Sometimes it’s just a few days. She’s also not always going away for work either. Joel tells you she visits her boyfriend, too. Which in return makes you less guilty about your situation with Joel. But you also feel weird about becoming her friend so you keep her at an arm’s length, beget letting the friendship transcending past the Y. You’ve made other friends in the process, though, upstairs in the gym. You use the gym on the days you know for sure that he won’t be there, usually Mondays and Tuesdays.

One day as you’re on the elliptical a girl named Julien strikes up a conversation with you. She’s a year older than you and she introduces you to her girlfriend, Angela. Another day when you’re using the pool, you meet an older woman, old enough to be your grandmother, named Agnes. She does water aerobics to keep herself active in her older age. She tells you that you remind her of her granddaughter. She’s one of your favorite people to spend time with. Another day as you’re walking through the lobby as you’re leaving you accidentally bump into a woman named Marina. She’s a teacher at the local elementary school. Sometimes you’ll join her for happy hour after work. Even if you’re in a messy situation with Joel you’re glad that you finally have a small cluster of friends. But the thing is… They’re all close to Liz in some way. Marina went to the same sorority as Liz. Agnes’s husband worked with Liz’s father. And Julien is Liz’s cousin. None of them have mentioned anything about Liz and Joel being in an open marriage. But then you think back to what Joel said; about keeping it on the down low and that quells your anxieties… for now.

“And if I could give you the moon

I would give you the moon”

This routine brings you all the way to the start of fall. Joel’s birthday passes and Liz is home for that, meaning you can’t celebrate with him until her next work trip in a few days. She’ll be gone for five days this time.

He wants you to stay with him while she’s gone and you reluctantly agree. You’ve never spent more than one night at his place. But the truth is… you’ve fallen in love with him. And you would do anything to make him happy.

You pack your bag and he picks you up at your apartment. The drive to his place is tense and the tension follows you all the way up to his bedroom where it finally dissipates.

You push him down onto the edge of the bed for him to sit. You slide his pants down where you see his cock pitching a tent in his boxers, a dark spot forming where the pre cum is leaking. You pull down his boxers and waste no time taking him in your mouth as far as he can go. Your hand wraps around the part you can’t fit. You swirl your tongue around his head and your other hand goes to cup his balls. You want to suck him until completion but he has other plans. He pulls you up his face and brings you in for a sloppy kiss before falling onto his back. And you know exactly what he wants. You pull your shirt over your head and take off your pants, straddling him until you sink onto his cock. Both of you sigh at the sensation and you begin to rock your hips against him. His cock is buried deep inside you and with every motion of your hips it hits you at the perfect angle. Your hands are flat on his chest and his hands grip your waist, squeezing you until you cum around him, soaking his cock and groin with your wet release. You’re filled with the familiar sensation of his cum spilling into you before you hop off of him and lay down beside him.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he sighs, kissing the top of your head.

You’ve never been with someone that made you feel so loved and valued like Joel has. And that’s what breaks your heart the most. This is the greatest love you’ve ever known and he’s married to someone else.

You fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up the next morning to go to the Y. You tell him to drop you off at your place so you can walk there, so it doesn’t look suspicious. But he doesn’t care. You feel a pit form in your stomach. Someone is going to catch you two together and you know it. And it begs the question… is it really an open marriage if he has to hide you from everyone in his life? That thought has crossed your mind before, of course. But you’ve been able to bury that feeling down… until now.

He pulls into the parking lot and you scan it for anyone you may know. But that’s pointless. Everyone here knows Joel and Liz are married.

You get out of the truck the whole walk to the front door your head is spinning in different directions in paranoia. Joel brings a hand to the small of your back as you walk in. The automatic doors slide open and you see no one you know fortunately.

You go to the pool together and walk to the locker rooms, there’s small clusters of people spread about but again no one you know. You get changed in the women’s locker room and your paranoia worsens. You step back out to the pool room and your ears start ringing. You’re on the brink of a panic attack. Joel takes one look at you and immediately knows something’s up. He pulls you into the single stall bathroom that you’ve fucked dozens of times in and caresses your face. He doesn’t have to say anything. He knows you’re not doing well and all he can do is hold you. Just when you think you’re about to calm down the door opens. He forgot to lock it. And you see none other than Julien staring at you wide eyed and mouth agape. She doesn’t know what to do for a moment and you’re both staring back at her while she stares at you. You feel like you’re gonna throw up. Suddenly she turns on her heel and bolts. Without thinking you follow her and she goes all the way to the parking lot. She stops and turns to face you, tears springing in her eyes.

“Don’t tell me it’s true,” she says.

What did she mean by that? Were guys suspected of being involved? Were you guys not careful enough?

“I… You don’t understand. He told me they’re in an open marriage. I never would’ve…” you trail off, but you can’t lie to her.

She scoffs and says, “Did you really fall for that? You can’t possibly be that fucking stupid. He’s already cheated on Liz once and that was his lie the first time.”

You feel complete panic overtake you in its purest form. Everything you’ve built, every friendship you made feels like it’s all coming crashing down on you.

She goes to leave and you go to follow her again before she turns and snaps at you, “Don’t!”

You watch her get in her car and drive off and you’re left in the parking lot, completely dumbfounded.

“You are sick, and you're married, and you might be dyin'

But you're holdin' me like water in your hands

When you saw the dead little bird, you started cryin'

But you know the killer doesn't understand”

You go back inside as you start profusely sobbing, trying to make it back to the locker room with your head down. You feel like everyone is staring at you; like you have a million eyes all hyper focused on you. You don’t see Joel when you return to the pool room but in all honesty he’s the last person you want to see right now. You hastily change in the locker room and go to leave the pool room and that’s when you spot Agnes in the shallow end. She doesn’t even have to say anything, she has the most disappointed look on her face. Tears sting your eyes once again and you practically run out of there and into the parking lot. You stop for a moment to catch your breath before taking off down the street towards home. You reach your door and your hands are shaking as you insert the key. You fall into your apartment and collapse onto the floor. The shock and betrayal you feel right now is indescribable; it’s a pain you’ve never known before. You lost the person you love and all of the friends you’ve made. All of it slipped away from you right before your eyes.

Not only are you feeling betrayed, you’re also feeling like the biggest fucking idiot in the world. You gave him the greatest love you’ve ever given another person and it was all built on lies. And you feel stupid for falling for those lies.

You hear your door open but you don’t bother to look up. You know it’s Joel but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. He collapses on the floor and pulls you into him. But you’re falling apart in his arms. He’s holding you like you’re going to slip away from him; like you’re water in his hands and he can’t keep you whole. Your tears are soaking his shirt and you can feel him crying against you, too.

Somewhere inside you you know that he never understood the love you gave him. He’s crying but he doesn’t understand why.

To you, your love was your greatest gift to him. But to Joel, it was anything but.

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jeonminhao · 4 months

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Headliner Mini Series Part 2 • Wonwoo x Reader

Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (Idol! AU)

Part 2 featuring Mingyu's POV

A series of drabbles & Texts on your relationship with Wonwoo

warning : None, just fluff

A.N : pls lmk what you think/if you have any requests&prompts for the series!

Previous • Next

Kim Mingyu had become the unofficial third-wheel of the group and he knew it was his own actions and ideas that led him up to this predicament. It was him and his own brain that came up with the amazing ideas to introduce his two best friends because it would be a lot more fun to hangout together. He didn’t think hanging out together would mean Wonwoo and you on a date at his apartment with him sitting on a couch adjacent to the one you were sharing with your boyfriend. Jeonghan would’ve let out that stupid cackle of his if he saw this, Mingyu thought, shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth. You may be friends with Jeonghan first but Mingyu was that one extroverted friend with golden retriever energy who thinks his bandmates’ best friends are equal to his best friends.

“Why would you introduce them to each other anyway? It’s like watching two Wonwoos, you know they’re gonna fall in love with each other. They’re too compatible together.” Seungcheol had jokingly commented when Mingyu first mentioned how he’d become the third-wheel in this friendship.

Mingyu only whined in reply. Yeah, maybe his drunk, past self thought it would be really cute to see Wonwoo meet someone who would understand him and that person was you. And maybe he had prayed more than a couple times for Wonwoo to speed up this whole courting process because you were both so slow. “We’re taking it slow.” You told him and Mingyu wanted to slam his head against the glass table. You weren’t slow. Both of you were just too dense and too shy to confess.

Which brought him to his next ‘Mingyu’s Amazing Ideas’, which was to speed up whatever this thing you and Wonwoo had. Movie night that suddenly became a date night because Mingyu suddenly wants to go to the gym. A weekly dinner where Mingyu suddenly decided to skip out on after cooking you the best pasta of your life.

He was plotting his own demise, really. He thought he couldn’t feel more single in his life but you and Wonwoo proved him otherwise. And it wasn’t like you were flaunting your relationship in front of his face. It was Wonwoo’s gentle touch on your hand, the way you would quietly play with Wonwoo’s hair while watching the movies, the tiny smile and twinkle in both your eyes that Mingyu always seemed to notice without wanting to. He was happy, really. But it just made him feel so single and so prone to be everyones’ butt of jokes.

And as the resident’s third-wheel, Mingyu also had the honor in witnessing the first huge fight of your relationship. It was the first break the group had in a while and he had been busy in the kitchen, experimenting with new recipes he had found during Seventeen’s latest tour when he heard it. Wonwoo’s quiet nagging and your annoyed voice. His ears perked up at the tense whispers that slowly grew louder. He almost grabbed a popcorn and called Jeonghan so they could watch this amazing spectacle together but his common sense thankfully won over his impulsive thoughts.

So he did what he did best. Sneaked into the living room and to say he was surprised was an understatement. You were crying on the couch, face turned away from Wonwoo who looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown himself.

“You can’t be like this, Y/N.” Wonwoo sighed, looking more tense and frustrated by the second. You didn’t turn to look at him, opting to fix your gaze on the rain outside the apartment.

“I can and I will.” You had replied petulantly. “You were supposed to be on my side, Wonu!”

“I am!”

“No, you’re not! You told my manager I should apologize to that stupid MC. My manager! I am so furious, Wonu. You know how ignorant that MC was and my reaction was justified! A few hate comments are worth it.”

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N, you know that. They posted an entire article on you and the comments were ruthless. I’ve read them. Your manager–” Wonwoo replied, this time with a gentler tone.

“I really thought my boyfriend would be on my side.” You suddenly stood up and grabbed your stuff, startling both Wonwoo and Mingyu. You turned to Mingyu, who looked like he was a deer caught in a headlight. “I’m going home. Thank you for having me, Mingyu. I need to go before I say something I regret.”

“Y/N–”

“I need some space.” You said, wiping a lone tear from your eyes and quickly left before Wonwoo could stop you.

Mingyu stood awkwardly by the couch while he watched his best friend groan in frustration. He wanted to ask Wonwoo what happened, if he needed any help. But all that came out of his mouth was a little “huh,” earning a glare from the older male.

“Did something happen?” Mingyu finally asked after a good few minutes.

It was a stupid fight, Mingyu realized, and he supposed even a mature couple like you and Wonwoo could have a stupid fight. It was all because of an interview you had yesterday, where the MC thinks making crude and sexist remarks in front of the quietest member of the group would be okay. He did not think that you would explode, replying with scathing remarks and leaving the interview earlier than scheduled. The behind scenes were leaked by a staff member and you were blasted on social media, some calling you for being so rude and impolite to a senior who was almost twice your age, some commended you for standing up. And Wonwoo, being the worried boyfriend that he was, had asked your manager what would happen to you, and your manager told him an apology would diffuse the whole situation. You, who was already overworked and in a foul mood, thought it was Wonwoo’s idea to make you apologize. You had cried during your drive to Mingyu and Wonwoo’s shared apartment, heart twisting at the betrayal.

And Mingyu, unable to let his best friends suffer, had taken the initiative to smack Wonwoo’s in the head, telling him to put himself in your shoes before he went to his room to call you and reprimand you for not listening to Wonwoo’s whole story.

The fight had lasted a good few hours, with you coming back to the apartment not long after you left. There were apologies and kisses exchanged, which was more than Mingyu could handle. So he resorted back to his bedroom, taking out his phone to video call Jeonghan and update him on the situation.

#headliner series #jeon wonwoo #seventeen x reader #won woo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fic #wonwoo scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen #svt

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sunshine-on-marz · 2 years

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could you write cute little things about dating quackity, punz, foolish, and sapnap? (separately, and all cc!)

Bro I’m skipping so many asks and a WIP to write this cause I really want to make it known that I WRITE FOR MORE THAN JUST SBI!!!! So I hope you like this!

Quackity

This man loves you so much

And he makes it known

Did a stream once just to show off the the Minecraft world the two of you had been working on

You know how some couples have a date night schedule to like… idk, go to their favorite restaurant once a month. Then they do that on top of any other dates. Y’all know what I’m talking about?

Y’all do that with gaming.

Atleast once a week the two of you put aside and hour or two where you both put down your phones, lay on the couch, and play video games together.

He gives shoulder kisses

Buys you both matching beanies.

Punz

Definitely calls you his ‘gorgeous baby’

Your anniversary is his phone password

I feel like he’d love doing arts and crafts with you. Just little stuff like origami and painting rocks, but it’s still super sweet

Picks you up like this

Long, long, sweet kisses

Foolish

THE HIMBO!!!!

Takes you to the gym with him and spots you

He loves when you sit on his lap

Quick neck kisses

Dances with you even if there’s no music playing

He builds you pretty statues and other Minecraft stuff

Promise rings!!!

Sapnap

Calls you “darlin’” and “sugar” and “babe”

Cannot shut up about you. “CLAY!! Did you know that y/n did [mundane task]” “ok?” “They’re the best”

(Reluctantly) lets you do his hair

Buys you two matching shoes

Teaches you how to/plays Valorant with you on stream

Wakes you up with breakfast in bed the next morning whenever you have a bad day

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EEEEEE I RLLY LIKE THIS!!!!!!

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floating-mid-air · 2 months

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A Loving Punch

Hiiiii. I was wondering if I could get a Goku or Goku Black x reader (female) imagine. The reader is human.

I would like for the reader to be a normal human who is already with Goku/Black. She watches them train and once they’re finished. She just jokingly asks them to show her how to throw a punch or teach them any fighting move. But they take her seriously and show her anyway. The rest is up to you, but I would like a fluffy ending please. I’m a sucker for Goku as you can tell 😭♥️

Also if you don’t mind. You don’t have to, but I also kinda want a headcannon of what would Vegeta teaching his significant other consist of? 😁

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝!

Masterlist

You sigh, your feet planted firmly in front of the sink. A stack of plates, a mile high, sitting there, mocking you. At least they’re clean now. Living with Goku, at times, is like living with a human garbage disposal. You swear, feeding one Goku is the equivalent of keeping a medium-sized army fed. You don’t even know why you still bother plating his meals, it only creates more work for you.

You grab a maroon rag from under the sink, deciding to chip away at the large stack. You take one of the plates, gliding the disheveled rag across it. Your body goes into autopilot, mindlessly completing the task at hand. Every once in a while, you glance out the window, taking a peek at your goofball boyfriend.

He’s out there training without a care in the world. Now, there are around a dozen plates on the drying rack, yet there’s not even a dent in the pile. You groan, persevering through, drying more and more plates.

You set the rag on the counter, wiping sweat off your forehead. You never thought chores would be this much of a workout. At least you can skip arm day at the gym… for the rest of your life.

You look up, peering outside the window. Goku’s still at it. Only now, he’s shirtless. Your lips part as he switches stances. His movements are so fluid. There’s something incredibly sexy about Goku when he trains. He’s so focused, so determined. It’s like he becomes a whole other person.

You stand there gawking at him the same way he looks at a good meal. Your gaze tracks his every move as your thoughts run wild. You could just stand here and watch him all day. Suddenly, your eyes lock. Crap, you’ve been caught. Goku waves at you, your face flushing. He chuckles at your reaction, grinning wide at you. His smile is blinding, like sunshine.

After being caught red-handed, you rush away from the window. You’ve been together for years. He’s your boyfriend. And yet, you can’t help but feel like a teenage girl who was caught staring at her crush. You huff, leaning against the fridge. Your forehead pressed against the cool surface. Why do you always make things so awkward?

Once you recover from your embarrassment, you grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take it outside. That man never remembers to hydrate. For a world-champion fighter, he sure doesn’t take care of himself. It’s a miracle he’s made it this long.

You stand on the front lawn, taking a mental note that it’s far too tall for your liking. A breathy sigh escapes your lips. Goku promised to cut the grass days ago. Your free hand moves to your hip while waiting for him to notice you.

Goku punches the air a few times before spinning around. Finally, noticing your intrusion. His eyes light

up like a Christmas tree. “Oh, hey.” He chuckles sheepishly. “How long have you been out here?”

“Not long at all. Here, take this.” You extend the bottle out to him, which he gratefully accepts. “You know. When you’re out in the blazing sun, training like a madman. You need to hydrate.”

“Thanks.” He grins, taking a large sip. Goku’s grown quite fond of what Vegeta refers to as your nagging. Goku, however, finds it endearing. It’s your special way of saying that you love him. “You’re always looking out for me.“

You giggle softly, shaking your head. "It’s my job after all."

"So, are you enjoying the view?” His lips curve upwards into a knowing smirk.

You tisk. “I can’t complain."

"Really?” His head tilts to the side. “Cause you seemed pretty skittish before."

"Shut up!” Your eyes narrow, though there’s still a hint of amusement masked by your annoyance.

“I’m only teasing. You’re allowed to stare, you know. Besides, I like it when you look at me. A lot.” Goku trails.

“You’re the most important person in my life. My biggest support system. Even if you don’t support everything I do."

You gasp in false shock. "I don’t support you now?” You snicker. “I guess all the household chores can stop then. You can start cooking your own meals as well."

"Hey, hey. Let’s not get hasty.” He raises his hands as if he were waving a white flag high in the air, signaling a truce. The thought alone of you no longer cooking for him is enough to make him do anything. “You know that’s not what I meant. Like when I enter tournaments… or when I fight bad guys."

"Oh, You’re so right. How selfish of me!” Your voice drips with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry that I don’t want my boyfriend to die!”

“Come on. You gotta have more faith in me than that…”

“Well, you’ve clearly never met you.” You’ve spent numerous sleepless nights worrying sick about him. No wonder why your doctor always warns you about your blood pressure. “You’re a maniac when it comes to a challenge.”

That’s a point he can’t really argue about. There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like a challenge. Well, besides you, of course. “You don’t seem to mind much when I’m training.” He flashes you a teasing smile. “I always gotta be in fighting shape.”

“Oh, ya tough guy? How about you show me a few moves then?”

“Alright.” He nods. “How about now?”

Your eyes remain on him, dumbfounded. “Goku…” You squeak. “I was kidding."

"Don’t be like that. This will be fun.” He runs a hand through his spikey hair. “Plus, you always say we need to spend more time together."

"I meant dates! Not this.” You gesture with your hands.

“Well… you can always think of this as a date.”

You shake your head. “Absolutely not.”

“Please, for me.” His lips contort into a pout.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, huffing dramatically. “It’s not happening. So get the idea out of your head."

He steps closer to you, grabbing your hands. His hands engulf yours as your eyes meet. "This is really important to me. I know that I don’t exactly make your life easy. And being with me constantly puts your life in danger. I just… want the woman I love to be able to protect herself. It’ll give me some peace of mind. I’m begging you.”

Your heart melts. The light touch of his calloused palms against your own mixed with the warmth in his eyes. And just like that, you’re about to yield. You sigh. “Fine.” You always give in to him far too easily.

“Thank you.” His typical big, dopey grin spreads across his face. “So let’s get started.” His large hands find your waist, repositioning you into a fighting stance. He moves one of his legs between yours, gently kicking your legs apart to widen your stance. He can so easily adjust your smaller frame as if you were a doll.

It always amazes you how delicate Goku is with you. He’s one of the strongest beings in the universe, yet he’s so gentle. “Okay, stay just like that. Now, I need you to ball your hands up into fists. Like this.” He demonstrates the action for you. You copy, making fists with your hands. Clasping your thumbs into your grip. It feels so unnatural.

All it takes is one look for Goku to start laughing. “No. Not like that.” He shakes his head, grabbing your right hand. He untucks your thumb, then does the same with your left. “Your thumb’s go on the outside. You’re gonna break your hand like that.” He traces a finger along your thumb, sending a shiver down your spine. “And we don’t want that to happen.”

“Wow.” You giggle. “Who knew you’d be such a strict teacher. Now what?” You look up at him with big eyes. You’re quite surprised. You never knew something like this could feel so intimate. Though, it does make sense. You have heard that taking an interest in things your partner loves can be good for a relationship.

Goku takes a few steps back, appreciating your form. And maybe he uses this time to take a brief peek at your assets. He takes a deep breath before his arms fall loosely at his sides. “Now. Hit me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me.” He grins. “Hit me.”

Your brows raise. “Have you lost your mind? I’m not going to hit you!”

“Come on.” His voice trails. “You know you want to.”

“I do not! You’re insane."

"Don’t be so dramatic. I doubt I’d even feel it. And you know what? I bet you wouldn’t even be able to hit me. You’re probably just scared. A little scaredy cat.” He knows much like himself, you won’t back down from a challenge. You have a competitive streak. Board games are terrifying territory in your home.

Your fists clench. Your nostrils flare. Your eyes narrow at the man in front of you. “Oh. It’s so on.” You send a barrage of sloppy punches his way, which he easily manages to evade. He’s so quick. Inhumanly fast. It’s not fair.

“Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. I’m not even breaking a sweat here.” Your knuckles turn white as you send one last punch his way. Your fist connects with his jaw, sending him flying back. Looks like all that dishwashing has paid off after all.

Goku falls to the ground with a thud. Your eyes bug out, and you rush over to his side. “Goku! Are you okay?” You kneel down, hovering over him.

He groans, lifting his head up. “You know… I’m starting to think you don’t need my protection at all.” His head falls back to the ground, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “Cause with your right hook… I think you’ll be able to enter tournaments yourself.”

You glare down at him. “Definitely not."

"Oh, come on. We can enter like couples competitions.”

You place a hand on your hip, giving Goku the look. “It’s not happening. You have a better shot at convincing Vegeta."

"It would be fun. And you know it."

You roll your eyes, leaning down to caress his face. "That’s gonna leave a bruise.” Your lips contort into a frown.

Goku grins at your concern. He can’t help it. “I’m gonna be fine. I’ve been hit way harder than that.” He grabs you, pulling your body flush against his own.

“Hey! What are you—” He silences you. Pressing his soft lips against your own.

He grabs your chin, tilting it so you’re looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”

Your face flushes. “I- I love you too, stupid.” You stand up. “Now, let’s go.” You grab his hand, pulling him up. “We’re getting you ice. Now."

"But I wanna keep—” You cut him off.

“This is not up for discussion, mister.” You pull him along with you, dragging him into the house. Checkmate, you win.

#submission #domestic fluff #goku x reader #female reader #dragon ball x reader #dragon ball fanfiction

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steddiejudas · 7 months

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Tell me you love me (even if you’re lying)

Eddie doesn’t want to remember a time before Chrissy Cunningham. He knows that time exists, has nightmares about the crippling loneliness, but in his opinion, his life started on the day of the middle school talent show. The day a small framed blonde girl with pom poms the size of her head watched in awe as he bounced around the stage with a buzzcut and Wayne’s beat up old guitar. Afterwards, Chrissy told Eddie how much she loved the show and how badly she wished she could perform like that. Eddie in turn told her how incredible her routine was with a mock of how her tiny hands managed to shake around the giant pom poms. She laughed, he smiled, and they had been best friends ever since.

They don’t always do everything together, now that they’re in high school. Chrissy is a cheerleader, so naturally she spends a lot of time with the rest of the cheer squad while Eddie is busy herding his little lost sheep. It’s no secret they’re friends, though. Chrissy co founded Hellfire and one is rarely seen walking into school for the day without the other. Eddie even sits in the bleachers during cheer practice so he can drive her home most days.

When Chrissy starts dating Jason, things get more complicated. She does her best to keep the jocks off Hellfire’s back, but with the rise of satanic panic it’s getting harder and harder to make him sit down and shut up when Eddie rants atop lunch tables. And if Eddie acts up a little more than usual as a form of disapproval for her choice of partner, well that’s between him and his gods. Which is not to say he’s passive aggressive about it. He’s voiced his opinions on Jason very clearly, many times, but Chrissy’s in a tough spot and he knows that. See, one too many longing glances towards a certain lanky soccer player with unruly shoulder length waves and a penchant for long ramblings had landed her in the hot waters of some scandalous, but not untrue rumors and it was only a matter of time before they got back to her parents. Her extremely religious parents. Eddie had offered to be her beard, naturally, but Chrissy wasn’t sure what would be worse in her parents eyes: their daughter being attracted to women, or attracted to the person they had referred to as “that no good Munson kid” for as long as they’d known each other.

They’re forced apart by Jason, in some ways. They see each other less in the halls, Chrissy stops coming to Hellfire meets, Eddie can’t even set foot in the gym during practice without jeering and insults flying his way. He never blames Chrissy, though. She still finds ways to spend time with him. They still drive to school together, they sneak off to their table in the woods after practice before Jason has had a chance to clean up and whisk her away. Any moment the two of them can spare is given to each other.

About two months into Chrissy and Jason’s relationship they steal away to their spot, but Chrissy seems off. She’s sullen and quiet, no trace of the girl who killed an entire adventuring party in three rounds of combat with a smile on her face to be found. Her silence speaks volumes, so Eddie fills the space between them by telling her about his day. He had a test in math that he’s almost certain he failed. All of second period he spent planning a one shot he’s sure Chrissy will love. Oh and he skipped English again, pretty sure he’s going to fail the semester.

That works to get her attention for a moment. She looks worried, says “again?” and her eyes drop back down to the carving of their initials in a little heart on the table. Eddie watches her as he rolls a joint. She traces the carving with the tip of her finger with that look on her face that means she’s deep in thought. Eddie lights the joint and passes it to Chrissy straight away. He can see some of the tension in her shoulders unwind from just one hit. A moment later and he knows she’s ready to talk.

“So, you’re awfully quiet today, Chris. What’s going on?”

She sighs and barely looks up at him. “I don’t know, Eds. Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

“Come on, you know I do. Are you okay? You know you can talk to me.”

“I know. I just-“ She sighs again and takes another hit before passing the joint back to Eddie. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“This! All this lying, pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m just so tired and no matter how hard I try, I'm still not the person everyone thinks I am.”

“Chris,” Eddie hops up and over the table to sit next to Chrissy, wrapping her up in an embrace. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“He told me he loves me,” she says. It’s not joyous. They don’t celebrate. Her voice sounds deflated with a sense of doom. Eddie doesn’t speak, just lets her ride out her emotions. “He told me he loves me and I obviously don’t love him. I have to be a completely different person just to be around him.”

“Jesus H. Christ after two months? How good of an actor are you?”

“Too good, apparently,” she mumbles. “He tried to have sex with me, Eddie.”

“What?” Eddie shouts, springing to his feet. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“No, Eddie, stop. I said he tried. Look, as big of an ass as he is, he is technically a gentleman. I told him I wanted to wait until marriage and he respects that.” Eddie seethes and paces around the table. “It’s just… what if he thinks that means I want to marry him?”

Eddie stops dead in his tracks when he sees the look on Chrissy’s face. It’s like he can see a full life lived in the creases between her brows. A life full of lies and disappointment. “Chris,” he starts gently, “if this is too much for you, there’s no reason you have to stay with him. Haven’t you proven your point?”

“No, Eds. Even now I hear the rest of the squad whispering about me. They think because I haven’t sealed the deal that none of it means anything. And I mean, they’re right. Even if I pretend it’s about ‘purity’ or whatever bullshit, I can’t even tell him I love him.”

Eddie settles back next to her on the bench. “What about me?”

“What about you?” she asks.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I do, what kind of question is that?”

“Just- listen, hear me out. So he’s a douche and telling him you love him feels like drowning-“

“How did you know?”

“I know you, Chrissy. I’ve known you for years and I actually love you. Just like you actually love me. So just pretend when he says he loves you, that he’s me, or at least pretend it’s me you’re saying it back to, not Jason fucking Carver.”

“I don’t know, Eddie. You two couldn’t be more different. How am I supposed to imagine Jason is you?”

Eddie hums his agreement. Silence washes over them again as he holds her trembling frame. He offers her his ringed hand, knowing she takes comfort in twisting the costume jewelry around his fingers. In turn he plays with the green scrunchie she wears on her wrist when her hair isn’t up in her signature high pony. He takes it off her wrist without a word, grabs his bandana from his back pocket, and rips a piece of it off.

“What are you doing?” Chrissy asks, eyes wide. Eddie doesn’t say anything as he takes the strip of black fabric and ties it around the scrunchie in a little bow and puts it back on Chrissy's wrist.

“There. Now you’ve always got a little piece of me to say ‘i love you’ to.”

Chrissy looks at her wrist and laughs. The sound is like sunlight, a golden melody that brightens her eyes and fills Eddie’s chest with warmth. It’s so wholeheartedly Chrissy that Eddie can’t help but smile.

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” she says, catching her breath.

“I love you too, Chrissy Cunningham.” Eddie places a kiss to the top of her head and hugs her a little tighter.

A year later, when Chrissy dies, she’s still wearing the scrunchie with Eddie’s little bow. Eddie watches, unable to move as she’s suspended in midair and mutilated before his eyes. As much as he hates leaving her there, he doesn’t know what else to do but run. But first, he delicately removes the scrunchie from her hair and puts it on his wrist. He whispers “I love you” over and over, like a prayer as his van peels out of the driveway.

Eddie spends the next week on the run, his only contact being a 15 year old, the man Chrissy had spent years trying to convince him to just speak a single sentence to, and the girl Chrissy couldn’t manage to speak to herself. He isn’t sure if this is reality anymore. The world before Chrissy is a vague template for his nightmares. He never thought he’d have to see the after. It seems fitting that it’s the literal end of the world. And yet, somehow he survives. He not only survives, but now he has Robin, Steve, Nancy, and the kids that come with them. Eddie has a life he never thought possible without Chrissy.

When Corroded Coffin finally performs again, Chrissy’s scrunchie finds its way onto the fretboard of his guitar. The guitar Chrissy gifted him before their first ever show, his pride and joy, a little piece of her he’ll never give up. He dedicates every show to her, and whenever he looks at the little green scrunchie, he can hear her words clear as a melody.

“I love you, Eddie Munson.”

#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #platonic eddie and chrissy #they should have been besties #the friendship they deserved #steddie #buckingham #i was thinking about this all day and wrote it in one sitting okay pls be nice #no beta we die like chrissy #oh god i hurt my own feelings #hellcheer #platonic hellcheer #did anyone else always lose scrunchies to their dads guitars or was that just a weird thing from my childhood??

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divinegrey · 2 years

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Could we get more sage,fade,reyna and viper x reader poly psldlpsplpsdlpslpslpsl

you know just because i like you and i love my ot4 of the valo mommies, here's some headcanons for you. you're WELCOME smh

POLY HEADCANONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER X F!READER

words: 1700 warnings: fluff, some spicy content that can be skipped, the worlds best polycule, sage being the actual mom, viper being daddy as fuck

GENERAL RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

How you ended up in a relationship with not two, not three, but four women who are technically your coworkers is beyond you. Regardless of how it began, it’s only made your already dangerous and hectic life just a little more stable. After all, at the end of the day, you have your girlfriends to go home to.

Over time, you’ve noticed things about the dynamics of your girlfriends and how they treat each other and you in privacy compared to out in the open.

For instance, Fade has always been singled out from the moment she arrived on the base, but you were one of the first to properly bring her into the fold. Sure, she might’ve exposed your private information, but bygones are bygones— you have better things to focus on. For that reason, Fade has a natural inclination to stick closer to you, remaining within your line of sight or somewhere nearby.

Reyna, by nature, is naturally possessive over her territory, which includes you. If she’s around, expect her to be very close by. You never mind her presence— despite her outward disposition, she’s very warm to you in close quarters, speaking softly and with so much care it’s hard to believe she’s a frigid bitch otherwise (her words, not yours).

Sage, the sweetheart that she is, usually acts very similar in public and in private, just with less PDA around others. She’s very shy when it comes to publicly displaying her affection (it’s a wonder that she’s dating Reyna, of all people). A simple holding of your hand and a smile is more than enough for her.

Viper is, undoubtedly, the worst. She spends enough time shackled in her lab that you seek her out. Usually, she has a “no visitors allowed” sign in her lab, but you’re one of few exemptions. Viper is never the first to initiate any touching unless she’s in a very specific mood. Despite it, Viper does deeply care for you, even if it doesn’t show as strongly through her stone cold mask.

Reyna and Sage have been dating for the longest— Reyna immediately drifted to the healer upon her arrival to the base, showering Sage with affection until the woman crumbled and fell for her. As such, the two of them are extremely close and the depths of their love run deeper than anything you know.

Fade has a deep respect and love for Sage; when the Nightmares began to haunt her at the Protocol, Fade sought out anyone who could even try to understand her. That person was Sage, who saw Fade at the worst— shadows and nightmares trickling out of Fade’s eyes, whispers of death on the wall and in her mind— and took care of Fade.

Viper and Fade share a close relationship that not even you understand. The two of them are platonic in public, but behind closed doors, they’re magnetic. They have conversations without even speaking, and the sexual tension between them is thicker than molasses on a stick. You’re not sure what draws them both to each other, and you’re not sure you wanna find out anyway.

Reyna is such a whore for baiting Fade. After so much time, Reyna can’t bait Viper or Fade (or you) into reacting, but since Fade is still kinda new, she falls more easily into Reyna’s traps. More than once you’ve caught them angrily making out in the gym showers, and once, you saw Reyna flat on her back on the coffee table in the lounge room. (Poor Cypher. He has to erase all the evidence.)

Viper is never one to fall for Reyna’s tricks, but it doesn’t mean they don’t like each other. They hate-fucked so much that they ended up falling for each other. Viper is callous and cold enough to withstand even the worst of Reyna’s anger, and Reyna knows how to keep the snake at bay. Together, they keep each other in check, for better or worse.

Sage constantly checks on Viper to ensure the scientist is eating and taking care of herself. It’s through this repeated process of attention that Viper let her walls down around the healer to experience emotions. The simple act of Sage caring was enough for Viper, and the two of them have always felt strongly for one another.

With you in the mix, it’s a thousand times better. You have four different people you can go to when you need someone to talk to, someone to hug, someone to cry with, so on and so forth. Some people are better at some things, but one thing that continually surprises you is the dedication of these women.

Fade remembers every single date of something important— your birthday, your anniversary with her, your anniversary with the others. She also memorizes your entire schedule ahead of time (what else is she supposed to do when she can’t sleep?) so she knows when to pull you away for a moment alone.

Sage looks after you, on and off the battlefield. When you lead the charge with your teammates, Sage isn’t far behind. When you’re in need of a shoulder to cry on or some patching up, Sage is there with her soft words and soothing touch.

Reyna would go to war for you the moment you’re in danger. The moment she hears you cry out in pain, her skin is turning translucent and she becomes a machine, unrelenting and unwilling to stop until every enemy is dead at her feet. Off the battlefield, Reyna showers you with love and attention in the form of flirty innuendos and whispers in your ear.

Viper shows her affection through her actions rather than her words. If she sees you getting stressed, she’ll bring you tea and some food (you think better on a full stomach). If you’re frustrated, she’ll go with you to the shooting range to sweat it out. When you have trouble sleeping, Viper pulls you into her chest so you can hear the rhythm of her heart.

KINDA SPICY HEADCANONS

First things first— sex is something that doesn’t need to happen, but looking at Reyna, we all know it’s bound to happen eventually.

Surprise surprise, Reyna power bottoms. She’ll bully anyone and everyone into getting so mad that they rail her, which is exactly what she’s looking for. You recall a time where you witnessed Viper getting so pissed with Reyna’s interruptions in her lab that Viper fucked Reyna on the counter just so she would shut up. Reyna left with shaking legs and you were giggling in the corner the entire time.

Fade is either or— she’s fine with being on the top or the bottom, whichever the situation calls for. With you, she enjoys both sides of the coin. Some days, Fade needs more gentleness, and others, Fade likes the aggression. No matter what the mood is, there’s always the guarantee of fun with Fade’s Radiant abilities giving her the power of tethering.

Sage is the classic definition of someone you’d call Mommy (Reyna does it all the time). She’s the person who will break all your walls down before breaking you apart with an orgasm. She takes her time and savors every moment she can get with you, and if you’re into it, Sage will absolutely tie you up with pretty silk ropes. She has a set for each of you; hot pink for Reyna; a deep, rich red for Fade; emerald green for Viper; and whatever your favorite color is, she has it for you.

Don’t ever expect to top Viper— she’s extremely dominant in the bedroom, getting off on the control she can exert over all of you. Having Reyna at her knees is a power trip all in itself. As for you, Viper pushes you past your limits until you’re nothing but a squirming mess on the bed, and if she’s in a mood, she’ll make you wait and busy herself with her work (or another person. Fade gets the brunt of it most of the time).

AFTERCARE :)

Snuggling is a must. Viper, being second in command, has one of the larger rooms on the base, leading to group snuggle sessions in her bed.

Fade likes being the little spoon. The pressure of everyone else around her does well to keep her nightmares away, and she likes to cling onto people’s shirts while she sleeps (Fade also drools, but vehemently denies this, despite physical evidence). Fade likes snuggling with Viper and Sage the most, but enjoys it with you and Reyna.

Reyna can overheat easily (something about her Radianite heart being overclocked) and likes to sleep on the edge so she can have her arms hanging off the side and the fan aimed at her on full blast. That being said, she will be the big spoon if needed, and often has a hand touching someone just to ground herself to reality.

Sage loves being a little spoon or a big spoon, or just letting people lay on top of her. She enjoys all of it, and her favorite activity is playing with hair. Fade and Reyna will wake up with braids sometimes, and they always know who the culprit is. Sage big spoons often for Fade, so you like to big spoon Fade from the other angle and create a sandwich.

Viper goes off onto the other edge of the bed. She sleeps in corpse pose, which is both terrifying and hilarious. Snuggling her is simply resting your head on her chest and holding her hand. Viper is prone to twitching in her sleep (stress jitters, as Sage would say) so sometimes you get jerked awake only to see Viper still passed out.

When you’re not all snuggling together, sometimes you’ll escape into their rooms with them for a night alone. Fade has cats that sleep in her room and they love snuggling. Viper needs her alone time, and so does Reyna, but Sage is always more than happy to open up her bed for snuggles.

~~~~~ A/N: i wrote most of this in math class at uni, cheers!

#reyna x reader #viper x reader #fade x reader #sage x reader #reyna #viper #fade #sage #reyna valorant #fade valorant #viper valorant #sage valorant #reyna imagines #viper imagines #fade imagines #sage imagines #valorant x reader #valorant imagines #valorant

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faramirsonofgondor · 5 months

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You're right about samjamie and you should say it!!! People ignore how cute their dynamic is, and the fact that they are constantly hugging/leaning on each other. Sam was pivotal in Jamie's growth and Jamie was key to making Sam a more assertive leader (in nice and not so nice ways). The material is RIGHT THERE and everyone ignores it!

yes! i think one of the most important aspects of their relationship is the fact that they CHOOSE to be close to each other, to support each other, and to love one another. in s1 jamie was a major bully to sam and hurt his confidence, and when jamie came back in s2 it would’ve been so easy for sam to write jamie off as a lost cause and move on. but he gave jamie the opportunity to prove himself, and jamie came through and supported him, and further acknowledged that sam was a good person who did a good thing despite the fact that they lost their match. now, from there it would also be easy for sam & jamie to remain distance from one another while still be cordial/friendly teammates. but from then on we see that they actively seek each other out & chose to grow closer. when the player jamie pissed off fouls him, sam is there. when sam decides to use his one haircut for his date with rebecca, jamie is there despite his inner turmoil and only leaves when he knows no one else will notice. i also think it’s very important to note that after what happened at wembley, sam immediately decides to seek out comfort in pursuing his most recent romantic encounter (rebecca), which i think highlights that sam was also feeling hurt for jamie and chose to pursue romantic relief (which maybe says something about how he feels about jamie). they continue to show their love and support for each other throughout the season.

then we get into s3 (yikes). while sam is also one of the people caught up in the zava whirlwind, it doesn’t necessarily diminish his relationship with jamie. while i do think it did hurt jamie that sam didn’t notice his struggles or check in on him, i think jamie was more hurt by the fact that NOBODY did, rather than just sam. and i think he shows more leeway towards the members of the team than he does the coaches in their obsession with zava because he understands that they’re still young and that’s it’s still easy to get caught up in all that. i also think it’s important to note that jamie still shows up to sam’s restaurant (wearing the sexiest outfit he could find) to support him despite being upset, and he doesn’t try to let his feelings overshadow the overall atmosphere. while i know some people see this as jamie being a team player, i think it has more to do with his relationship with sam than does it with that because we see him walking out of team meditation and showing more obvious disdain towards zava during the scene when they’re in the gym and zava steals his speech. then when we get to amsterdam, as roy is yelling at jamie on the bus, we see that jamie’s first reaction is to look towards sam (we see this in other moments where roy is being unhinged). in the strings that bind us, when the team flips off jamie, we notice him lingering on sam’s finger (which is quite close to his face) before speaking up. later when sam finds the team cleaning up his restaurant, jamie is the first one to answer sam’s question about why they chose to help out. in the next episode sam and jamie walk and discuss something together after the team finds out about the leak and deletes their nudes. then in la locker room aux folles, the camera focuses on a multitude of people turning towards jamie after the “somebody else in this room could be gay” but we don’t see sam’s (who jamie had shared a cute moment with like three minutes prior) reaction. when jamie does his little “i’m flattered” and the team laughs it off, only then do we see sam, who says they shouldn’t discuss it further. then we get a cute moment between jamie and sam when sam does his captain speech. skip to international break, jamie, after hearing that he’s making his england debut, immediately goes to see if sam is alright and tells him that he got screwed over. then, jamie chooses to wear sam’s number while he’s playing for england (just get married already). when jamie is having his breakdown during the press conference in mom city, sam is immediately worried about jamie’s behavior/attitude. i think the only reason we don’t see him checking in on jamie is because he can acknowledge that it might be easier for jamie to give space and let jamie come to him if he needs to.

i think the fact sam is able to give jamie space while also supporting him and letting jamie give him love in return is what makes it one of the healthiest jamie ships. while roy and jamie do have chemistry, roy is very resistant to jamie’s attempts to show support/comfort towards him. keeley, on the other hand, is unable to adequately support jamie while she’s trying to support and heal herself. sam and jamie have each others full and unconditional support, and sam is receptive towards jamie’s shows of love. i think this is essential to helping jamie heal because he hasn’t been able to show other men love and be met with love and reception in return. furthermore, sam doesn’t expect jamie to tell him all his secrets or come to him straight away, he has enough patience to let jamie work things out on his own, and will be there if jamie needs to come to him. this contrasts both roy and keeley’s approaches to getting jamie to open up during mom city, where roy yells and then somewhat comforts jamie and keeley brings up his worries in an attempt to gauge his feelings, and then they both proceed to stalk him until he reaches his mothers house. it wasn’t roy or keeley that made jamie feel better, it was jamie who knew what he needed and sought out his mother to comfort and reassure him. both keeley and roy are a bit restricting towards jamie and allowing him to express his feelings, with s1 keeley not explaining what made her upset (not communicating her boundaries) and laughing at his discomfort/fear with roy during the auction (dissuading him from communicating his own boundaries in fear of rejection/not being taken seriously). roy on the other hand attempts to manipulate jamie’s behavior and undermine the feelings jamie is expressing in those actions such as when pushes jamie into saying the ‘ugly boy’ thing and ignores the fact that jamie is clearly uncomfortable and that he has a lot of power over jamie in this scene, or when he tries to manipulate jamie into “backing off” keeley. when his attempts to manipulate jamie backfire, he tries to silence jamie through intimidation and physical aggression. overall, while it may not be intentional, both keeley and roy limit jamie’s behavior to the point where cannot fully express himself without fear of repercussions (whether that be mockery, rejection, or aggression). meanwhile jamie has the space to express himself how he wants when he’s with sam, and he doesn’t have to worry about being mocked or attacked for it. sam takes him and his emotions seriously in a way that others do not (although there could still be some improvement in that area for sam).

additionally, jamie is a great partner for sam because jamie is a very honest person and he is willing to learn, grow, and change. i think sam would value honesty a lot, because sometimes it’s better to hear what you need to hear rather than what you want to hear. From what we can tell, ola seems to be a very open and honest person as well, which is probably why sam values the truth. it’s also clear that sam likes it when others listen to him and ask for his input and jamie is willing to listen to sam and learn what sam’s boundaries are and he would respect those the best he could. i also think it’s important that jamie is one of the few people who shows pride in sam and recognizes his achievements and tells him that he should be proud of himself. when jamie has the opportunity to be jealous of sam becoming captain, he takes pride and joy in seeing him take on a new role instead. when sam doesn’t get picked to play for nigeria, jamie is the one to make sure sam knows that he deserved to play. when they lost their match after the dubai air protest, jamie is one to rally the team into celebrating sam and acknowledges the bravery of sam’s actions. they are just so perfect for each other!!!

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #samjamie #i need more samjamie fics #keeley jones #roy kent #forgiveness #child abuse #i love samjamie #healthy masculinity #healthy relationships #love #bisexual

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otteranha · 1 year

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part 1 Part 3 of the snowed in blackout at Steve’s house fic*

*did I skip part 2 because this section was finished and wouldn’t get out of my brain? yes, yes I did. apologies for any confusion, part 2 will be out sometime.

It was nearly 6 o’clock and the chaos had dulled to a simmer. Eddie had to admit that it was a lot of hosting to take on for a lot of long, dark, empty hours if Harrington had been letting the kids stay over since the storm. No wonder the guy looked shell shocked. Once the question of the television was officially out, Eddie got the kids circled up, passing around a flashlight as they told each other ghost stories. Peace reigning upon earth, Eddie peeled himself off the floor and left the group to their pseudo-campfire tales, and snuck back into the kitchen.

The overhead lights were still on there and in the hallway, everything else dark. Steve was arranging fix-in’s for s’mores on several plates. It was the first time Eddie’d seen him alone all day. Steve looked up, “Hey thanks for your help this afternoon. I think I might actually have lost my mind there if I had to face that lot alone.” Eddie hadn’t expected that. “Oh, no problem. You’re the one doing us a favor really.” “Yeah but you fully made yourself the bad guy back there, with the TV. That- that was a big help.”

“Well, you can’t play good-cop bad-cop all by yourself. They always gang up on you like that?” “Nah,” said Steve, “Usually they’re pretty great. I want to say sweet but that’s giving them too much credit, usually they’re...” “Salty? Savory? Umami?”

Steve laughed. “Sure, let’s go with that. Besides they’re lightyears better people than I was at their age so. I try to cut them some slack.” He trailed off, then exclaimed, “Oh you never got your shower did you?” Eddie, in fact, had not.

“You can go now, if you don’t mind showering by lantern. The water heater’s still getting power.”

“Right now I’d shower by bioluminescent fish if the water was hot.”

Steve laughed again- strangely gratifying. “Let me get this out to them and I’ll grab you a towel.” He disappeared with the snacks. When he returned he lead Eddie not towards his dad’s gym where everyone had been showering all day, but upstairs.

“Luring me into the bowels of Castle Harrington? I’m not going to end up bricked into a wall, am I?” Eddie asked. The hallway was long, deeply carpeted and spookily pristine.

“It’s a mess in there. I swear, not one person cleaned the drain. I should make a sign.” He lead Eddie into a bedroom with an ensuite bathroom tiled all over in what was either pale grey or lavender, impossible to tell by flashlight.

“Your parents don’t mind you letting the rabble invade their room?”

“Oh, this is a spare room.”

Eddie felt himself blush, of course it was a spare room idiot. Because people like the Harrington’s had to spend their money on things like rooms nobody slept in 90% of the time. He bounced around, distracting from his mistake, coming to rest in front of a display of photographs on a presumably empty dresser.

“Must be handy for all those Harrington family get togethers, huh?”

“d’Agostino get togethers actually. My mom’s family. Dad’s an only child.”

“That explains a lot.”

“You’re an only child, aren’t you?” Steve said, but he didn’t sound mad, just matter of fact.

Eddie had to admit his point.”Touchè, your Majesty.”

“They were going to have more kids I guess,” Steve went on, “But mom says she ruined her figure enough just having me.” His tone was light but in the weird flickering light from the flashlights, everything seemed to have a kind of gravity.

“You have a lot of cousins,” said Eddie looking over the photographs- dozens of people with symmetrical faces, standing in symmetrically arranged poses in rows symmetrically arranged frames.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen them in years. Mom stopped talking to her family after my grandpa died. It was tough on her and- ” he cut himself off abruptly.

“And what?” “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “Rich people problems. You don’t want to hear about it.”

“Sure I do,” and to his surprise Eddie did. “Lay that Park Avenue drama on me Harrington.”

“My mom’s got three brothers, she’s the only girl. It’s just that my grandpa was really old school, traditional, you know? He divided everything equally among his kids in his will, but instead of leaving my mom’s share to her he... he put it in a trust. For me, when I turn 21. I don’t know all the details, I was only 10 when he died but I remember she was going to leave my dad. She had an apartment and a lawyer and everything.” He drummed his fingers nervously over the dresser and went on.

"Then her dad died and she was gonna use the money he left her to get away and start over. Only she didn’t get any of it. And her brothers wouldn’t help her out, because they thought she was asking for more than her share. I think she was kind of mad at me too, because grandpa left me the money instead of her. I tried to give it to her once when I was a kid but she just got upset and told me not to mention it again. Anyway she stopped talking to her family after that so. Not many family get togethers.”

“That’s not fair though. It wasn’t your fault, you were just a kid.”

“I know, I think she just couldn’t help being a little mad about it. She’s a good mom though.” Steve raised his chin, defensive. The beam of the flashlight lay across the long column of his neck. “Oh yeah?”

"She could still have left my dad, but he would’ve kept me. His lawyers are really good. And she wasn’t going to leave me with him.”

“I get it,” said Eddie because suddenly, weirdly he did. He had something in common with Steve Harrington. Upstairs in the dark house, it felt like they were the only two people who existed, not in Steve’s parents’ guest room, but some weird pocket realm, through a wardrobe, or a looking glass.

“Do you?”

“I really do Steve.” Eddie cleared his throat, “My mom tried to leave my dad a bunch of times. Sometimes she had to leave in the middle of the night without even a bag but she always took me with her.”

“Oh.” Steve looked at him, this common ground seemingly just as surprising to him as it was to Eddie. “Is she- where is she now? If you don’t mind my asking.”

“Drunk driver.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah me too.” They stared a bit, not directly, but pretty steadily at each other’s shoes. Then Steve shook himself, tossing Eddie the towel.

“I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks again for helping with the kids. I really hate it when they get so- when I have to disappoint them like that.”

“Any time you need someone to play the big bad, just whistle. Especially if I can claim all the amenities of chez Harrington, seriously this towel is like a cloud had a baby with a lamb.”

“Aren’t lambs already babies?”

Eddie snorted. “Semantics. Now shoo.” Steve shooed.

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Track Ten: Red Lights

Genre: Smut

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Warning: Smut ahead. Minors, do not engage. 18+ only.

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10. Red Lights

“Felix, it’s your recipe! How did you fuck it up this badly?!”

I don’t know how I let him talk me into this, baking with him while 3Racha was at the gym for the evening. I texted Felix an hour ago to save me from my own boredom and he happily obliged, bringing his brownie recipe to the rescue. Except this time, it was the brownies that needed saving.

“It has to be their oven, it’s different from ours!” Neither of us could stifle our laughter as we looked at our poor creation. The M&Ms on the top were sinking into the batter, not at all the intention of its creators.

“Do we take it out?” I ask him. “I think we should. Maybe it’s cooked and we just can’t tell?” Felix nods his agreement and hands me the oven mitts. I glare at him for making me do the job. “Fine.” I grab the pan from the oven and bring it out to set it on the counter top. I throw the mitts back in the drawer they belong in and go over to where Felix has practically stuck his head into the pan to inspect his creation.

“I think they’re done actually. They look cooked, I think. Grab a fork, would you?”

“If you think you’re testing them alone, you're wrong.” I say as I grab two forks out of the drawer. He chuckles, grabbing his from my hand and dipping it into the pan.

“I don’t know why they look like this. I make them all the time. I swear it's their oven here. Something must be wrong with it.”

“Honestly, with Changbin in the house, something is bound to break in the kitchen. So maybe you're right. At least it’s not soup anymore but I think we should wait to actually put them in our mouths. Not for long though. Because I love brownies fresh from the oven.” I smile at him while I lead him to the couch in the living room to start up some game show we were watching. The two contestants had to wrap themselves in plastic chains and their partners had to unwrap the opponents as quickly as they could.

“Those kind of look familiar. Didn’t Chan and Hyunjin use those in some video they did?”

“Excuse me, what?” I snap my head to look at the blonde sitting next to me. “When did Chan use chains in a video?”

“In a music video he did with Hyunjin. Red Lights. Haven’t you seen it?” I shook my head wildly.

“No but I am definitely intrigued. Let’s watch it now.” I lean forward to grab the remote off the table in front of us but Felix stops me with a hand on my shoulder and a shy smile.

“I think it’s one you should watch alone. At least the first time.”

“Why, what happens? What’s in it? Is it bad? Come on Felix, tell me!”

“I think it’s better if I don’t. Let it be a nice surprise for you to see your boyfriend like that. Hey, I’m sorry but I have to go. I promised Seungmin I would go to his voice lesson.” He squeezed my shoulder as he pouted. “But you should watch it after I leave. It’s uh… It’s a good one.” He smirks at me, not saying much more than a ‘bye’ as he’s halfway out the door.

How was there a music video out there that I hadn’t seen yet? I thought I had seen all of them by now. Chan had sent me a list of them, how had I skipped this one?

I raced back to Chan’s room and switched on the TV to Youtube. I plopped on his bed and pressed play on the video from the official Stray Kids channel.

Oh.

Oh my.

So many thoughts were racing in my head at the sight of my boyfriend wrapped up in chains. The looks he was giving the camera were all reminiscent of glimpses I had seen when we were together but they had never been on full display like that before. And then Hyunjin had his hand wrapped around his neck. And then Chan… Oh no.

The sight of my boyfriend having his hand fully wrapped around someone's throat awoke an unprecedented jealousy in me, even though I knew it was just for show. But I needed that. I needed it now. I pressed replay. I pressed it again. And again.

“Baby I’m ba-” Chan stops mid-sentence when he hears what song is playing. His eyes grow wide and his ears start turning red. At the same moment, I scramble for the remote to turn the tv off of my 8th watch of the Red Lights music video. As the tv clicks off, I have no choice but to stare at it, afraid of what I’ll see if I look at his face. If I had turned, I would’ve seen a shit-eating grin spread slowly across his features. Which was exactly what I was afraid of. His next words were the second thing I was afraid of.

“Whatcha doing?” Oh he was definitely enjoying this. Shit.

“Nothing.” I said a little too quickly. “Absolutely nothing.”

“Mhm. Okay. I think I’m going to go shower.” He didn’t move. He just stood in the doorway, that smirk still on his face. I could tell. I could hear it. I said nothing, instead opting to climb off the bed and head over to the dresser to find something to fidget with.

“See anything interesting in your viewing? Anything…catch your eye?” Damn it. Am I that obvious?

He always looked delicious coming back from the gym. Sleeveless tee, jogging pants that hung loose in all the right places, his hair just beginning to curl again from the sweat drying on his forehead. He looked good in any hair color, but black was my favorite. It just accentuated his features better. It just wasn’t fair.

I give a small shake of the head, opening a drawer to rearrange whatever was inside. His underwear drawer. Perfect. Not what I was going for but I take it as a sign. I take a deep breath. I’m not sure how to approach this but I figure the best way is through. I can’t even look at him when I ask. I clear my throat, close the drawer and I hear his footsteps draw nearer then pause, waiting.

“Do you think… you could show me what you did to Hyunjin? You know, with-” My airway was cut off with a force of a hand closing around my throat from behind me, just enough to keep me from speaking my next words. It released my airway but kept a tight grip on the sides, making it very hard to swallow my saliva. My eyes rolled back as my next breath blew out quickly. The next words came as a whisper directly against my neck, the hand tilting my head to the side for better access but still keeping a firm grip.

“Don’t you think I know what you were watching for? Did you like seeing me tied up in chains? Hmm?” The words being an octave lower than his normal voice sent a shiver down my spine, causing goosebumps across my skin. I didn’t think I would be able to speak even if I dared to, so I opted for a slow nod. The whisper came back.

“Do you want to point out which parts you’re wanting to see for yourself? Or would you like me to guess?”

I couldn’t help but let out a whimper, asking permission to speak without the courage to look him in the eye. Not that I could, as he was still attacking my neck in slow, soft kisses.

“Tell me.” A quiet command.

“This… isn’t fair.. I can’t… focus…”

“Maybe that’s what I want. Now. I won’t ask again.” His one hand, still putting pressure on my throat while his other makes its way around my body to play with the hem of his shirt that I’m wearing. “I do love when you wear my stuff.” The roaming hand wanders up to my breast, purely just holding it out of comfort until its wanderer decided otherwise. “And nothing else. Cheeky girlfriend, I have. Walking around in no underwear. Just for me, huh?” A quick nod in response this time. “This is quite a compromising position you’ve got yourself into, isn't it? My hand on your throat and the other… well…” He pinched my nipple to twist it a little, earning a small yelp in satisfaction. “Oh yeah. There it is.” I can practically hear his smirk. I decide it’s time to fess up or else face darker consequences.

“I might have..uhm…wondered about those chains. And where you could find them. And other ways to use them…” I start to say between breaths, my anticipated response earning me a kiss on the connection between shoulder and neck, my favorite place. The kiss turns into a bite, turning to suction. The moaning gets louder, my body always so responsive to his touches.

“Mhmm. Go on.” He removes his hands to come around and stand in front of me, the look in his eyes similar to the one in the video as he stares at me through his lashes. I had forgotten how to breathe again. The darker his eyes got, the shallower my breathing. And the lower my body they travelled, the darker they became. And I had yet to take off anything. He knew how to make me feel wanted, this man. Make me feel sexy without even having to take my clothes off. His look of lust was giving me confidence to say my thoughts out loud.

“When you were staring in the mirror, what were you thinking about? At the end.” His eyes snapped up to my face again. I raised my eyebrow at him, trying to regain some of my sense. But with him standing in front of me looking like he was, it was so difficult.

“You want to know what I was thinking?” He asks, his stare pinning me to the spot. The slow nod returns.

He started to move towards me, pushing me backwards until the backs of my knees knocked into the bed and I fell into a seated position on the edge of the bed. He leaned down until he was face to face with me, leaning over me so close I could taste his breath. His hands had reached for the hem of my shirt, tugging it upwards to take it off himself. My body now bare for his eyes to roam over before returning to mine.

“I was thinking about what I would do if you were in his position. I thought about it the whole time we were filming. If I saw you tied up in chains like that, I think I would lose my goddamn mind. I would take full advantage of you and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. If you gave me control like that…” He straightens again, looking me up and down like I’m his next meal. And with his eyes that wide,that dark, I think I might be. “I would ravish you.”

I meet his eyes again and bring my bottom lip between my teeth. He’s got me now.

“I know you don’t have the chains, but I do know you have ties.” I give my best smirk as I bring my wrists together, palms up. “Ravish away.” The corner of his mouth raised a little, his tongue poking his cheek and deep in thought. I left my eyebrow up in challenge, wondering if he would take my bait. I knew he would, now I just wanted to see how.

“I think I have a better idea. Keep your hands together and close your eyes.” He simply stared at me until I obeyed, his face now a strange mixture of determination and just plain horny. I was positive it matched my own.

“In the spirit of relinquishing control, yes sir.” His eyes flashed as his breath hitched and he went eerily still. “Uh oh…” I murmured under my breath. I couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across my face as I realized what I had done. I closed my eyes and wiggled my fingers. I felt his breath wash over me as he sighed deeply, willing himself back into control. I stayed this way while I heard the shuffling around the room, drawers opening and shutting and doors flying open and closing louder than intended. I couldn’t help my giggles as the anticipation of what he could possibly be doing made me shiver. I felt his presence come back to stand before me again, the clanking of metal making me crack open an eye out of curiosity. He noticed me eyeing the cuffs as he put them on my wrists.

“Close.” I snapped my eye closed again. “And any request you make better be accompanied by the word ‘sir’ from now on. Understand?” His thumb ran across my bottom lip before inserting itself and resting on my tongue. I closed my lips around it as I nodded and hollowed out my cheeks to suck on his finger. I heard the groan from deep in his throat, signaling for my teeth to graze his thumb. He hissed and his next command was made through his teeth.

“Headboard.” I tried my best to scoot backwards while my wrists were stuck together, opening my eyes just enough to get my bearings. I watched Chan crawl up to straddle my hips, sitting on my lap. He grabbed my wrists and placed the dangling chain connecting them into a hook discreetly placed behind his pillow, drilled into the headboard. There was a notch that closed the hook, trapping my hands to the headboard. My eyes followed where he was taking my hands and I tested the strength of the cuffs against the hook. It didn’t budge. No matter how hard I tried to break free, I couldn’t without the risk of digging into my skin. I felt Chan tap my thigh twice, asking if the current situation was okay. I tore my eyes away from the tantalizing sight above me and saw the twinge of concern in his eyes, silently asking if I was alright. I simply smiled up at him, all the reassurance he needed before he brought out the other thing in his hands.

“Good.” A quick peck, soft lips connecting with mine full of the love and tenderness that I was sure would not make another appearance until the blindfold came off. “Now. I’m tired of asking.” His voice went back to the low, commanding tone. He slipped the blindfold on my eyes, my world now covered in darkness. The bed moved under Chan’s shift, his breath moving from my cheeks to my neck to collarbone. His tongue soon followed his trail, finally circling my nipple before latching his lips around it. I had to gasp at the sudden contact to a sensitive area, my back arching into his mouth. He let go, opting to blow cool air where his mouth had just been. I shuddered as he did the same to the opposite breast, letting go all too quickly. I felt the bed shift again, this time his weight missing completely. I was quiet, the anticipation was killing me. Where is he? I heard the shuffling suddenly stop as a soft buzz filled the room

Oh god. I could only imagine what he planned to do with that.

I turned to where the noise was coming from but it was useless, the noise coming closer to my ears as the bed dipped, Chan moving to sit in my lap once more. I was confused until I felt a vibration on the peaks of my breast. I gasped again, the sudden contact sending a shock to my system. My hums of pleasure spurred him further, feeling his tongue once again on the nipple he the vibrator wasn’t teasing. Once he had his fill, he traced the vibrator down my stomach, shifting himself so he could reach properly and nudge my legs open with his knees. As the toy reached down to my folds, I heard Chan suck his teeth again.

“How can you be this wet and I've barely touched you?” He didn’t need a response. I tried moving my hips to gain some friction but Chan was having none of it. One hand came to hold my hips down while the other brought the vibrator straight to my clit, making me yelp. The moans came quicker after that, squirming under his tight hold on me.

“Sir.”

“Yes, baby?” He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say.

“Fingers, please.”

“No.” The answer came quick. Too quick. “I want you to cum from this toy alone.”

Clenching around nothing, I began tossing around a little, yanking on my restraints to further test my boundaries. I felt the heat rising in my core more than it already had, coming in waves that would bring me to my sweet release. And when it finally came, it was nowhere near what it could have been if this damn bastard would use his fingers.

“Ah, there’s a good girl.” I heard the buzzing stop and Chan’s fingers spreading my folds apart to admire the mess he had made, his breath too much for my overstimulated clit.

“The perfect post-workout meal.” His last words before he attacked my soaking pussy with that gorgeous mouth of his. His tongue lapped at everything he could reach, licking up, down, around everything in his sight. My body was wrapped in his warmth, his lips sending wave after wave of electricity coursing through my body. Once his lips closed around my clit, those waves turned from gentle nudges towards my high to racing, chasing the same thing. I felt the second wave come crashing around me, more intense than the first. The hand that was holding my hips moved to gather the evidence of my second orgasm. My little jerks at more contact made no difference to him as he collected his fill, my arms pulling on the cuffs as I climbed back down from the peak. Then without warning, he plunged his two fingers into my entrance, my cries the loudest they had been.

The overstimulation was sending more fire to my brain this time, Chan hitting every spot he could find. Something in his search was him proving he knew me better than anyone else, his exploration of my body through the past was evident in his roaming of my walls. He found what he was looking for, the soft spot deep within. The pleasure was mixing with the pain in the best way but I was unsure just how much more I could take. Chan could tell how I felt as my constant clenching around his fingers turned into a fast third climax. He moved to lean over me, whispering in my ear as he unlocked me from my metal prison.

“I don’t think you’ve been ravished enough for my liking.” I whimpered at the mention of any more possible physical contact, mind too full of what he could possibly have in mind after three orgasms. Now free, I was finally able to wrap my arms around his neck to bring him closer to me. He brought his hand, trailing a light path from the site of his attack, up my stomach, squeezing my breasts as he passed back up to my throat. He gently placed his hand back on my throat and squeezed lightly before moving the blindfold off my eyes. My eyes took a moment to refocus on the beautiful boy in front of me, the man responsible for the throbbing in between my legs. He placed his hand back on my throat before leaning down to place a light kiss on my waiting lips. It turned deeper when his tongue pried open my own, caressing the roof of my mouth.

He moved again to gently poke his leaking erection to find my entrance, sliding in as he swallowed my gasp at the sudden intrusion. The kissing turned sloppy as he started to move his hips, snapping to reach his favorite spot to make me whimper into his mouth. His grip on my throat was getting tighter as his thrusts got less controlled and I held him closer to me. He broke the kiss to bring his forehead down to mine, our breath mingling in the centimeter between our faces. I couldn’t help but clench around him as my fourth and most intense high of the night came and washed over me. His thrusts sputtered as he made a cry of his own and painted my walls with his release. He stilled inside me as our panting slowed back to normal. But his hand never left my neck, even after he collapsed on top of me.

“I should clean you up. I’ve made a mess of you.”

“In more ways than one.” My exhausted body mustered a chuckle. It was a minute before he found the energy to move off of me. While he was wetting a cloth to wash me with, I inspected my wrists. They were red and had deep markings, a permanent reminder. I lazily smiled to myself at the thought of seeing them as my normal day passed by. I brought them down to rest on my chest as I followed the creak of the bathroom door, my boyfriend coming back with the rag. He cleaned me up, the cold cloth rough against my folds. I was sure they were red with how raw they were. Chan’s gentle pats told me I was right. He tossed the cloth on the nightstand and brought my wrists closer to his eyes for inspection, his eyes wide.

“I knew I should’ve bought the ones with the fluffy insides. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so, so sorry.” He turned them around to assess the damage, kissing along the lines left behind. His curious eyes turned sad the longer he looked.

“It’s okay, really. I like having a reminder of you to take with me. And since I can’t wear my new favorite necklace all the time,” I pointedly looked at the bulging veins in his hands. “I’ll take what I can get.” My drooping eyes accompanied my smile as I looked him over. “Now come so I can fall asleep after being ravished.” He returned my smile as he wrapped his arms around me again, forcing me into his chest. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent while my eyes closed. The last thing I was aware of was a pair of lips kissing the top of my head before I was enveloped in darkness. From the distance, I heard a voice whisper, not meant for my ears to hear.

“I love you.”

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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a/n: okay, so the series makes this kind of confusing because most of the references are to Spencer going to Caltech but he's mentioned as going to MIT a couple of times. For the sake of this two-parter, he attends Caltech for two years where he gets one Ph.D. and two BAs, and then MIT for two years where he gets the other two PhDs.

Summary: Growing up and leaving to college is difficult enough without the love of your life going to their dream school across the country

spencer and the reader are dating in high school but he didn’t skip any grades and when he got into CalTech the reader was like “are we still dating?” “are we still gonna talk all the time?” And he’s like “ofc I love you” and then she’s like “okay 🥰”.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Content Warning: nothing ?

Word Count: 2.1k

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Never did Y/n think that in public high school in Las Vegas would she find the most perfect boyfriend in the entire world. She figured she'd have to wait until she was older and out of the city to find someone she loved.

But then she met Spencer. A light in the crowded hallway between the cafeteria with gross food and the gym with superfluous funds.

No one could have treated her the way Spencer treated her. Especially not the 15-year-old jerk who thought they knew everything that made up the rest of the student body.

Since she was a freshman, Spencer was everything. He was gentle, shy, sweet, incredibly intelligent, surprisingly funny, and, of course, handsome.

There was a little doubt in her mind that things were too good to be true or things would eventually go wrong, but things went so well since they got together.

And then applying for colleges happened, and Y/n felt like her whole world was about to change. She has no doubt in her mind that Spencer would get into wherever he applied with a full ride. He'd already taken some elective classes locally, his SAT and ACT scores were perfect, and his class load and grades were unparalleled.

The problem was they'd spent so much time together that it felt terrifying to lose him, even though she didn't want to hold him back from the plethora of opportunities she knew he'd have.

It was cold that day in March when Spencer knocked on her door. Not even cold for a kid who grew up in Vegas, genuinely cold.

She quickly swung open the door when she checked that it was her boyfriend in the peephole. "Spencer, hi." She greeted him, pulling him inside.

"Hi, sweetheart." He said, following her through the house to the kitchen. He'd been there so many times over the years that it felt like home to him, too. "Where's everyone else?" He asked, eyes searching in each room.

"Well, my parents aren't here so..." She trailed off, winking at him suggestively.

It caused him to immediately blush, cheeks filling with red while he looked at his feet. And he always tried to act like it didn't bother him as he put his things on the kitchen island stool and cleared his throat. "How was your day?" He asked, watching as she walked to the other side of the kitchen.

"Good, do you want something to drink or eat?" She offered, always ready to feed her boyfriend who seemed to eat an enormous amount of food without gaining a pound.

Spencer shook his head. "No thanks, I'm okay."

She walked back around to where he was hovering near the seats, playing with the strap of the satchel he'd put down. "Why didn't you walk home with me?" She grilled, letting her insecurities show through for a minute.

"I had to get something at my house." He ambiguously answered.

"Is it in here?" She quickly asked, trying to look at his bag. "Is it a present? Can I see it?"

His eyebrows raised, and he hesitantly opened the bag to show her the mystery content. "Okay, here." He handed over a thick stack of envelopes.

She looked over them for a moment before her eyes widened quickly. When she glanced back up at Spencer, he was smiling as he watched her. "Oh my gosh, there are, like, 15 of these! And they're all thick!" She exclaimed, unable to be anything but thrilled at seeing his college decision letters.

"17." Spencer corrected, looking between his girlfriend and the envelopes which would change his life. "Did you check the mailbox? Yours should be here, too."

"No." She shook her head, already on the way to the door.

He laughed as he followed her outside. "What? You don't check the mailbox when you get home?"

"Nah, someone else usually does it." She answered, opening it to reveal some envelopes with her name on them. Fewer letters than Spencer had, but still a few thick envelopes.

There was a sense of urgency now that the letters were in their hands and Y/n could feel her heart thumping quickly as she laid the letters out on the kitchen bench.

"How are we going to do this?" Spencer asked, looking at the stack of letters that they had between them. He'd been nervous since he got them, but now that they were together, the opening was imminent.

"Okay, put them in order of where you'd most like to go, and we'll open them from the bottom." She decided, already sorting her letters. They both already knew what her top was and that school found its way stretched furthest up the kitchen countertop.

She wasn't surprised by Spencer's list either, except for his number 1 choice: Caltech. Her top choice, and the schools near to it, didn't rank in his top five and it made her bite her lip without saying anything.

After some intense letter opening and complete acceptance from Spencer's pile, there was one left for both of them.

She was almost sure she wasn't going to get in, and he could see it written all over her face. Her heart was pounding even though she had convinced herself she wouldn't get accepted.

"Hey, you'll get in," Spencer assured her, swiveling on the stool, and turning hers towards him, so his knee slotted between hers.

Clutching the envelope, she ran her finger over the seal. It looked thick enough to be good news, but she wouldn't let herself believe it. "Can you go first?" She asked, looking back to his last abandoned envelope.

"Sure." He agreed, taking the envelope off the bench and opening it. It was the school he most wanted to go to, but maybe he'd be able to settle for his full ride at Yale. With a deep breath, he opened it, reading the important decision in a second. "I got in!" He announced, more excited than he intended to sound.

"Oh my gosh, Spencer!" She cheered, lurching forward to kiss him before she could help herself. "I knew you would." She grinned as she pulled back.

He chased her lips, kissing her again while taking the envelope out of her hand. "Do you want me to?" He offered, seeing how much concern it was causing her.

"Sure." She agreed, letting him open it. To get her mind off it, she talked. "I'm happy going to Georgetown, though. It's a good school, and I want to live in DC anyway."

He nodded along with her, poker face too good to reveal whether or not she got into her ultimate dream school. "It is a good school, and I'm sure we will live in DC together, but... you're going to Harvard, Y/n."

Her hands clapped over her mouth, shock flooding her face as the information sunk in. "Holy shit."

He giggled lightly, handing over the letter so she could read it. "Yeah, holy shit is right. I knew you could do it, my smart girl."

Y/n read over it about a hundred times before she realized it was real. All the hours she put in studying finally felt like they'd paid off. Then her face fell when her brain thought far enough into the future. "Wait, I can't go, though." She said, shaking her head.

"What? You have to. That's a full-ride acceptance letter to an amazing college." He quickly replied, noticing there was something more going on. His hand came to cup her cheek when a tear fell from her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You're going to California. I can't go to Massachusetts. That's too far away." She stated, her heart absolutely breaking at the thought of being so far away. Exactly how many miles it was, she didn't know, but Spencer would, and she didn't ask because she knew it would only make her sadder. Spencer was the love of her life, and she couldn't imagine her life living on the other side of the country from him.

Firmly, he shook his head, cupping her cheeks so she wasn't focused on the letters. "How would you feel about me going to MIT instead of Caltech?"

She shook her head quickly that time. "You want to go to Caltech, though. It's your top choice."

"Yeah, and Harvard is yours." He reminded her, waiting for a moment so she'd get his point. The problem with having a super-smart boyfriend was that he always had a response for everything. "You're not going to not go to your dream school just because we won't be in the same place."

It only made her sob harder, tears streaming down her cheeks as her brain jumped to the other solution. "So this is it? We're breaking up?" Even saying the words made her mouth twist and stabbed at her heart. She really thought that she was going to be with him forever, and now it felt like her imagined future with him was crumbling in front of her while it should have been starting.

"What?" His face went ghost white at that, and his hands slid from her cheeks. They rarely even fought, and he didn't expect their relationship to end like this. "Love, is that what you want?"

"No." She cried even harder, lurching forward to tightly hug him. Spencer stood up, maneuvering her too so he could pull her tighter into his chest.

He held her like that for a minute, making sure she was okay before saying anything. "You don't wanna break up, and I don't wanna break up, so we won't. We can make this work, we have so far when everyone told us we wouldn't be able to." He assured her, pulling back to kiss her on the forehead when her tears has lessened.

"Are you sure?" She asked, looking for some truth in his eyes.

Like always, she found it. "Absolutely sure." He said determinedly. "I've never been more sure about something than I am sure about being with you."

"And you'll call me?" She asked, wrapping her arms back around his shoulder so she could hug him again. It suddenly felt like there was a finite amount of time they had together and she wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"Every single day." He assured her, trying to be strong for her even though he was scared to miss out on so much of her life.

All the little moments they had like when they sat together at lunch or walked through the hallway together were about to be gone, and it felt so much scarier than finishing high school. Growing up was so much scarier than she expected it to be when Spencer wasn't going to be right there.

It reassured her that things would be okay because it was Spencer, things were always going to be okay with Spencer. "And I'm still going to see you." He added. "Every Christmas, all summer, and visits whenever we can."

"Pinky promise." She requested, sticking out her pinky finger. Spencer interlocked his, kissing the side of her finger when she did the same thing to him.

"Okay, now, how excited are you?" He asked, knowing how eager she had been to apply and how much she wanted to get out of Vegas.

"So excited." She answered. "And we've got so much to shop for! And I hope you're ready to spend every single minute with me before we leave."

Spencer laughed at her first thoughts. "With nobody home, I feel like we should spend some quality time together." He offered, smirking at her.

She was already tugging him to her room before he needed to convince her further. "Yeah, I'll be calling you for that, too."

His hands were firmly planted on her cheeks as they stood in the middle of the room. "I'm going to miss you. Enormously. But 4 years, we'll have our degrees, and we can live in DC together."

It was something Y/n had told him she wanted when they were younger, fingers running over a map as they thought about the best place to be. But, honestly, anywhere was a perfect place to live if they were together.

"I know." She agreed, leaning forward to kiss him gently. "We'll be alright."

Four years didn't seem like a long time, the previous four years filled with falling in love seemed to have flown by, and the next four would as well.

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sinigangsta-ao3 · 5 months

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Brainrot a bit with us about Eren starting going to the gym, getting hot and muscular and Mikasa, his best friend, sees him taking off his shirt and sees his six pack for the first time

UGH love it. I imagine her reaction being similar to how we all probably reacted when we saw post-time skip Eren all dripping wet in the mirror 😭😭

Let’s make this a full glow-up situation. Normie Eren has always been kinda scrawny, kinda annoying, and definitely unassuming. His mom still picks out his clothes. But he’s decided that he’s had enough, especially since he’s been noticing the types of guys that Mikasa has pictures of taped up in her locker: not exactly BULKY guys, but they have broad shoulders, nicely defined arms…

He whines to his mom about getting some dumbbells at home lol. He starts off by running around his neighborhood, doing strength workouts that he found on YouTube and TikTok at home. But he eventually starts meeting up with Reiner and Bertholdt at the gym after they cross paths during a weekend run. They spot each other while doing chest presses, compare macros, and share protein shake recommendations (lol).

Armin and Mikasa think it’s weird, especially when Eren starts skipping out on some after-school hangouts with then because he has “something to do with Reiner and Bertholdt.” Mikasa eventually confronts him, and he tells her that he’s just been trying to exercise more “because I’m not getting any younger, so might as well work on my health.” She grumbles that it’s no excuse to blow her off, so she insists that she’d like to join him on his run.

He shrugs and sneers a little bit. “Okay, but I do at minimum three miles. Think you can keep up?”

Mikasa rolls her eyes and reminds him: “I’m an Ackerman, Eren. I’d easily lap your three miles without breaking a sweat.”

She joins him after school at a trail by his house. They share AirPods, so they’re listening to the same music as they run. Mikasa is elated because it’s a new activity that they can do together; she wants to propose making this a regular thing for them after school. When they’re done running, Mikasa offers to help him stretch — can’t risk shin splints.

“Yeah, but fuck.” Eren gestures to his sweat-drenched shirt. “Gimme a sec; I swear to god I run too fucking hot.”

He yanks off his shirt and uses what little dry fabric is left to mop his face. And Mikasa turns BEET RED because she didn’t realize how jacked Eren has gotten — hard to tell while he’s wearing clothes: sculpted shoulders, defined arms, strong pecs. She wants to run her finger across all his abs and along his Adonis belt, only visible bc his shorts are hanging so low. She should feel guilty but she’s practically drooling; it’s like her brain has short-circuited.

“Mikasa, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Sorry,” she croaks. “I think it’s just the sun.” 🥵🥵

#eremika #ask box #anon ask #glow up gym buff Eren

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mrs-monaghan · 1 year

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We haven’t seen Jimin hangout with ANYONE in public in over half a year now! These ‘why do we see tkk hangout but not jkk’ people are so infuriatingly dumb because it’s very obvious why that is? You mean, the member who has been working nonstop and only goes home to eat and sleep isn’t wanting to go out bowling and skiing? And the two members who have been working the least, who are out socializing with many different friends, sometimes hangout together? Like? How is that so confusing to people? Jimin sees the members who are at the company more because that’s literally where he’s at working, and Jungkook sees the member who is out socializing more because they literally have the most free time, it’s not super deep. With taekook having similar interests, being around the same age, being friends and having free time, it would be weird if they DIDNT hang out some during CH2. And jkk focusing on different things for CH2 isn’t a big deal because they’re literally two different individuals with different needs and things they want to work on. Jimin wanted to tell his story and process his pandemic emotions with FACE, and he wants to work to improve various aspects of himself so he can return stronger for the team (his own words!). Jungkook has been working nonstop since he was a teenager and wanted a break to do somewhat normal twenty something things. He’s been hanging out a lot with ALL of his friends, it’s just that most of those friendships aren’t as public as Tae and Wooga Squad. And how is Jungkook supposed to hangout with Jimin’s friends when JIMIN isn’t even hanging out with Jimin’s friends? Oh but wait, JK actually just WAS with one of Jimin’s friends, but that doesn’t count for some reason right? Because that friendship isn’t as publicized and things jkk do are always downplayed.

And the people SO confident that jikook never see each other because of throwaway comments here and there need to let go of their god complexes. I bet Letter took them by surprise right? Because obviously Jikook had to meet up to talk and record it, but according to them, if Jikook haven’t explicitly said they’ve seen each other, it doesn’t count. Because they seem to think jikook would 100% let us know every time they meet up or talk. Yet… they still haven’t mentioned how Letter came about. And Taehyung casually mentioned Jimin skipped their gym date, and only thought to mention it because of someone’s ‘summoning Park Jimin’ comment on his live. Well, I bet them randomly working out together isn’t even out of the norm. Why is that so hard for people to imagine?

If you looked only at the picture from Hobi enlisting it would fit the narrative that taekook are distant from Jimin. Then you watch the actual btb and you see JK IMMEDIATELY reach out for Jimin when he arrives, and then the hug (with JK smiling so hard) and then you see him hover around Jimin the entire time, as well as vmin in the background chatting and also standing next to each other, and there you go. You realize how incredibly stupid it is to put such great importance on a singular picture when we barely see even 1% of their lives (and I won’t even go into the conversation that implies they might have had drinks the night before because it doesn’t even matter). EVERY single time we have seen Jikook together or interact they have been more than fine and extraordinarily cute (TMAs, Busan Concert + practice, Hobi enlistment, comments during lives, Run episodes, Birthday content, Jungkook’s smiles marathoning Jimin content ect). They don’t owe anyone visibility, and at this point if you think they’re distant you’re just choosing to believe that because you want to or you’re insecure and selfish for content. Idk if they’re together romantically I just know they love each other a lot in a unique way and that even during this ‘distant era’ they’ve done so many loud things exclusively for each other that they haven’t done for anyone else. If you think bowling with friends is somehow more indicative of a romantic relationship than a thirst trap, birthdays together, and an entire focused marathon then idk what to say. Even Taehyung randomly posted jikook jikook-ing for no reason on Hobi’s birthday, but I bet they burned that from their memory. And just tossing this out in case it happens bc I already see people talking about it, but if JK ends up doing another member focused live, he still did it for Jimin first when he’s had every opportunity to do so for the other members. Okay, god sorry, I’m just so sick of seeing that argument.

Ugh, sorry, one last thing. Thinking people are dating ONLY based on proximity and visibility is so incredibly stupid. People legitimately thinking yoonmin are a thing because they dropped their albums at the same time and decided to do some promotions together are ridiculous. There is literally zero logic in that. Same as thinking that means they’re suddenly somehow closer than other duos . Why, because they had March album releases? Do they hear themselves? Also putting so much importance on CH2 is really dumb. CH2 is a temporary in-between period. CH3 is obviously the end goal if we take them by their word and how often they talk about it. They all have things they want or need to do right now, but CH3 is what they’re working so hard towards and where they want to be most, NOT CH2 (by their own words!).

If you disagree with any of this;

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #minkook #bts

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phantom-rambling · 11 months

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(Read part one first.)

Tim sits on the couch with his legs folded under him. He bounces a knee to try to keep himself calm as he stares at the body strewn on the brown chaise cushion opposite him.

Unconscious body. Not dead body. They are pretty cold, though. No matter what Tim does to warm them up or wake them. But they’re breathing. A little. Should he get them to a hospital? Is there even a hospital to go to? Maybe if he went back--just for a second. He could dump them there and run. Of course, they’ll talk when they wake up. “It’s simple, nurse. Me, a superhero person, almost died in this crazy magic nowhere house I found. The guy there fed me crappy eggs, erased the stairs, morphed into a smurf, and then told me his legal name.” Smooth move, Turner. That won’t raise any alarms.

He could make them not tell. But. No. He really shouldn’t. It’d probably just get him in more trouble in the long run, anyway.

He’s been dancing around the point with this argument for an hour.

It’s too late. He’s already toast.

Tim looks at the body. They’re wearing some school gym shirt. Some jeans. Sneakers. Black hair. Patchy stubble. Zit marks.

They were never here to hurt him. They’re just… some dude. Who got lost. Weird powers or not.

Tim’s guts wind up with guilt. He rubs his face.

The body’s foot twitches. It hasn’t done that so far.

Tim leans forward and raises a pointer finger, then hesitates.

He pokes the foot.

The guest’s head jerks up, along with the rest of them. About a foot off the couch, with hangtime. They pull themself back down when they see Tim.

Tim breathes a huge sigh of relief.

His guest’s eyes dart around the room before noticing that he’s lost his weird glowy clothes.

“Yeah you fainted,” Tim throws out. “You didn’t look hurt but–I mean you’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I think I’m okay,” the guest replies slowly.

“Good. Things got kind of scary for a second there. Hey, how did you do the whole quick change trick?”

The guest glances away with their mouth pressed in frustration.

“It’s a secret. Nobody’s supposed to see it happen.” They take a phone out of their pocket and start trying to get it to work.

“Oh. Then, don’t worry. Never happened.” Tim waves a hand dismissively.

The guest looks up.

“Really?”

Tim nods.

“Dude, I tried to shoot you.”

Tim shrugs.

“That phone’s probably dead, by the way,” he remarks, not skipping a beat. “And you might need another nap. I went out there once, and I wound up eating half the food in the house and sleeping all day. I think it uses cool shiny stuff to lure people into it, but it doesn’t work if you just use a lasso.” Tim swallows his nerves. “You probably came here from somewhere else, and you were really confused and sick, and I just made that worse by being a cagey jerk. And I’m really sorry.”

His guest puts the phone away and sits up.

“It’s fine. I’ve had much worse, trust me. Where are we, though--really?”

“This is my house. I made it.”

“Yeah, but where is it?”

“Well, it’s hard to explain, but–it’s a pocket in space. Temporarily. I’m the one who’s just passing through. I really wasn’t trying to scare you. I’m just not that good at using… this stuff I have. I can’t even get food to taste right. Or get this to stop.” He points at his hair, which has slowed to a lazy gradient of yellow, blue, and green.

“Why’d you make your house into a labyrinth?”

“I dunno. I was just copying stuff out of a magazine, and I kept needing more room. But seriously. If I don’t tell anybody about you, you can’t tell anybody about me or my house.” He gets up on his knees and puts his hands together in plea. “I would be so, so screwed.”

The guest smirks sympathetically.

“Deal. Uh, what was your name again?”

“It’s Tim. He/him.”

They extend a hand to shake.

“Same here. I’m Danny. Danny Phantom, professionally.”

Tim takes it firmly.

“That’s a rad name! I guess you see weird stuff like this all the time, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. Especially out here. I ran into a crab monster that almost took my head off.”

“There are monsters in the black void thing?”

“No, no. In the Ghost Zone.”

“The...”

"The big green place attached to the real world. I can’t imagine how anything could survive in the trench I fell into.”

Tim goes numb.

“...You okay?”

“I’VE BEEN SITTING HERE FISHING FOR MONTHS, AND THERE WAS A WHOLE WORLD JUST OUTSIDE THE BLACK PART?! ALSO–GHOSTS? YOU’RE A GHOST?!” Tim claps a hand over his mouth. “Ohh. That was the secret, wasn’t it?”

Danny chuckles.

“Well, I kinda gave it away,” he admits. “I’m half ghost. Er, a cross-dimensional mutant, depending on how you look at it.”

“That’s the coolest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“But you must be, too. How else could you do stuff like this?” Danny gestures at the pitcher still on the table.

Tim sits back and folds his arms defensively. His hair darkens to magenta.

“I–I’m not. I mean, I’m not super sure I know much of anything about this, anymore. But I can’t tell you any of what I do know. If I say too much, it’ll raise a red flag, and some guys will find me who are trying to take me away and wipe my memory. Or throw me in jail. Prob’ly both.” He rubs his elbows nervously. “Pretty sure I’m not dead, though.”

Danny’s eyebrows knit.

“Are these guys government agents in suits?”

Tim shakes his head.

“Uh. Well. Sometimes. They could technically look like anything, but the ones at the top usually just wear robes.”

“Are they ancient judgemental blobs of goop with a big eye in the middle?”

“Uh, the first and second things, yes. Third and fourth things, no.”

“Huh.”

Tim looks down and catches himself picking at his fingernails. There are little chips of lime green paint on the sofa cushion. He opens a hand, and a thick rubber band appears out of thin air in a tiny puff of dust.

Danny winces, fighting a sneeze.

“That’s it. That’s what’s been bugging me,” he exclaims, rubbing his nose with a wrist. “It definitely doesn’t feel like ectoplasm.”

Tim winds the rubber band around his fingers, looking nervous.

“Are they wormholes?” Danny asks.

“No.”

“But it’s memetic, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Is it a photon thing?”

“Stop guessing!”

“Okay, okay. Sorry. Can you at least tell me where you’re from?”

“Somewhere else,” Tim answers quickly.

Danny takes a second to process the meaning.

“And there’s more than one somewhere else?”

“Uh-huh. Lots more.”

Danny rubs his forehead.

“Okay. Sure, I can deal with that,” he mutters with discomfort.

“Honest, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m not planning on being here long. I can drop you off wherever you want, and you can go back to doing your thing.”

Danny considers. He doesn’t get far. His head has gone back to swimming.

“Who am I kidding? I’m not going anywhere like this. I probably couldn’t even fly straight if I tried.”

“That’s fine. You can stay if you want.” Tim pulls the rubber band down to his wrist and musters a question. “In… in that case, you think you could tell me more about the ghost stuff?”

“Uh, sure.”

It turns out that there’s quite a lot to tell. Danny goes on nostalgically about the days when he, Sam, and Tucker were stumbling their way through their first year or two of ghost encounters.

The whole era is a little cringeworthy for Danny to look back on, with all the close calls and petty mistakes. At the same time, he can’t help but feel the sweeping moments of triumph at the size they were when he was so small and outmatched. Listing off all the enemies they faced is staggering even to him. He even remembers a few of his best one-liners in combat. He keeps waiting for Tim to lose interest, but his host only gets more enraptured as the tale goes on. Danny’s already feeling better, too. Lucky, since he has to stand up in order to fully animate the time a legion of bayonet-wielding undead soldiers swept through Amity Park with a headless chain of commanders at their heels. Tim holds his knees close to his chest with eyes fixed forward. He only flinches at the moment where an ear splitting cannon shot ripped through the sky–and nearly Danny.

The later years were different. Danny and his friends weren’t just beating back monsters and dead guys anymore. As they grew closer with ghosts, enemies became allies and allies became friends. There was still no shortage of rowdy ghosts to wrangle, but it more often came down to unraveling the circumstances that put them there, leading to bizarre new discoveries about the Ghost Zone’s lore and inhabitants. The really tough cases usually took the form of corrupt officials, paranoid vigilantes, and the ever-growing presence of the Guys In White. Danny spends so many days and nights on patrol now that the Ghost Zone feels like the only place he can relax.

“Geez. How do you find time to sleep?” Tim asks.

“I don’t need to anymore. I think this is the first nap I’ve had in a couple months.”

“Is that a normal ghost thing?”

“Yes,” Danny replies, visibly unsure if that’s true.

“Aren’t your friends around to help you?”

“They were, up until last year.” There’s something sorrowful in his delivery.

Tim’s brows knit with disbelief.

“They didn’t just up and quit, did they?”

“No! They only agreed to let it go because I had it handled. The stakes got bigger so I got tougher, and they’re… still just human, y’know? I can’t blame them for wanting to move on.” Again, Danny looks a little less than sure of his words. “The truth is, I’m trying to find a way to hang it up, too.”

Tim sits bolt upright.

“Why?!” His hair turns orange.

“Because I’m not a kid anymore. Sam and Tucker are already at college, and I’m stuck here trying to make sure the whole town doesn’t get overrun.”

“Can’t you just go to a college nearby?” Tim asks blankly.

“That’s not the point,” Danny insists. “I told Tucker I’d catch up with him next semester in California, and I have zero time to do the long-distance thing with Sam, and–I dunno, maybe the three of us could pick back up where we left off after we graduate. But I can’t just let myself get left behind playing superhero.”

“Bullshit!” Tim exclaims, leaping to his feet on the cushions and pointing accusatorily. He retracts his energy a little at Danny’s stung face. “Sorry. It’s just–You’re not ‘playing’ anything! You went through so much to get good at your powers. You don’t have to follow anybody’s stupid rules, and you’re not a huge jerk about it. Er, anymore, I guess.”

Danny glances away as Tim struggles to get his point together.

“And... god, there is so much stuff in life that’s boring and unfair. You’ve already got something that’s yours, and you can actually do something with it. That’s huge! You can’t just let it go. Who knows how long you’ll have it?”

Danny stares pensively at the floor.

Tim sits on the back of the couch with his mouth shut. His hair rapidly changes from shade to shade.

Danny has a seat too, suddenly feeling tired again. “It’s funny. Sam and Tucker were the ones who were into the whole ghost powers thing from the start. I thought it was a curse. I kept looking for ways to get rid of it so my life could go back to normal and I could grow up and go away to be an astronaut. But they kept saying how unique it made me and how I could use it to rise to the occasion. Even the score. Help people. And it turns out they were right. It’s a part of me, now. I can’t picture my life without it. Flying around the city at night’s only a chore when I keep getting shot at. Also, it turns out that the Ghost Zone actually has a lot in common with the celestial body formations and electromagnetic radiation patterns in deep space. Who knew?”

Tim’s eyes finally glaze over just a little.

“And that would be great and everything. It just means that the part where I got to do it with my best friends is over. And I feel like I wasted the last of the time I had chasing…”

“Ghosts.” Tim tries not to grin.

“Well, Guys in White, mostly.”

“Then why’d you say you had it handled?”

Danny sighs.

“I did,” he explains. “I spent the whole winter kicking the Guys out of town. But they came right back the next summer. They’re like vermin.”

“So? Kick ‘em out harder!”

“It’s not that easy.”

Danny goes on to describe how the government vans had rolled back into city limits with an arsenal of new technology and jurisdiction–signed off by some lackey of the Secretary of Defense with the aim of “containing and studying” the ghost presence in Amity Park and all surrounding areas. They immediately started setting up surveillance and restrictive measures on the townspeople. And Vlad, forever-mayor of the century, has been funding them and letting them do whatever they want as long as they stay out of his obviously evil, illegal, and ghost-related agenda. Anything to grant himself as much control over the city as possible. The Guys’ actual ghost-hunting exercises do little more than break down shaky truces and city blocks–all blamed on Danny, of course. The spirits they do catch wind up as creepy bioweapon experiments or unwilling informants. There are actually more ghost incidents than ever, as the animosity between the living and dead continues to climb. The ghosts are getting crafty–forming plans and alliances Danny can only ever catch the tail of. These days, it feels like he can never quite be sure if he’s being watched or who to trust, no matter where he is.

Tim continues to be blown away and takes a second to form a response.

“That’s crazy. What about that Red Huntress lady? And your sister?”

“Which one?”

“The clone one. Adopted one.”

“Dani.”

“Yeah. Are they gone too?”

“No, they’re still there. They were actually gonna take over for me after I left. But I can’t just leave them with the whole Guys mess.”

“Why not? There’s two of them and one of you.”

“Because,” Danny reluctantly answers.

Tim opens his hands expectantly.

“Okay, here’s the thing,” Danny explains. “Dani is a kid.”

“So were you.”

“Yeah, and I almost died. A lot. What the Guys are doing is worse than anything I faced when I was her age. Also, she’s not coming at this from where I did. She doesn’t go out to fight ghosts and train every night. She just wants to have a home and a family and show up to school about 80% of the time. Handling the Guys is my job. She shouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”

“But she does anyway cause she’s scared.”

“Exactly. And Va–Huntress has always been on the fence about what side she’s on. We started settling our differences a couple years ago, but she mostly did her own thing. She was more willing to team up after the Guys came back, which I thought was great. But then, I caught her letting out a bunch of random ghosts to go after a heavily guarded surveillance outpost.”

“I thought she didn’t like ghosts,” Tim interjects.

“She doesn’t. She can barely stand me. It was clearly an act of desperation.”

“So, they were also scared.”

“And so was I. Especially when I found out she was roping Dani into it. I tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t listen. So I had to go in and–y’know–control the situation. But it turns out I couldn’t handle it either, and I screwed up and wound up kicking the Guys up to defcon-two. And now everything’s worse and neither of them are talking to me and all the ghosts and the people in town think I’m not on their side anymore.”

Danny doesn’t realize how fast he’s been talking until he’s out of words and breathless.

Tim stares, his chin in his hands.

Danny takes a long breath and continues steadily.

“The only way I can think to fix it is to do something really stupid like getting my hands on a cursed object or a ghost weapon with enough power to throw the whole operation out for good. Which would probably do something terrible to me or someone else. But I can’t risk letting the others get hurt because of me. And if I don’t do something soon, it’s just gonna keep getting worse.” He looks at Tim. “And now, I’m sure you’re deeply disappointed to find out what I really am–the world’s biggest screw-up. You probably are better off just getting out of here.”

Tim immediately cracks up laughing. He keeps laughing as Danny sinks into the couch. He sinks and sinks further, his back flat on the seat. Having surrendered himself to the cushions, Danny stares at the ceiling in placid humiliation as he waits for Tim’s wheezing to bring itself to a slow hitching halt.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s just. Man, you have no idea.” Tim sucks air sharply to catch his breath. He sweeps the hair out of his eyes, now a garish mix of cyan and red. “Alright, if you’re the world’s biggest screw-up, then I am the screw-up center of the universe. My screw-up-itude transcends time and space. Cause I did exactly what you did, only worse.”

Danny doesn’t move more than an eyebrow, skeptical.

Tim clears his throat and continues.

“So, back home I had…” he stops to choose his words carefully. “Some friends. And some power. But it wasn’t mine. I was borrowing it. And they made all the bad stuff in my life a lot better.” He pauses again and glances around, waiting to be interrupted. He isn’t. “Honestly, I coulda made a lot of other people’s stuff better too, but I wasn’t thinking about it. Anyway. I got a little older, and it was all going to have to go away. Which felt like the end of the world to me. I mean, I was twelve. In fact, I got so upset that I wanted to make sure nobody would ever be able to take them away from me. So, I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to go and stole something that would let me use some of the power for myself. It went really, really bad. I got in huge trouble. I couldn’t give the thing back. It just was me, now. I ran away, and I just keep running and screwing things up wherever I go. And… I spend all my time thinking about the stuff I wish I’d done differently. But I can’t just make it better because I barely know how to use any of this.” Tim flicks his hand. Danny winces and wrinkles his nose. Tim folds his hand back into his lap and plucks at the rubber band. “The worst part is that I was so sure it was the right thing to do. I was gonna prove that I could fix everything. But I think I was just telling myself that because it meant I wouldn’t have to give anything up. I lost my friends, but they lost me too. They didn’t do anything wrong. But because of me, they didn’t even get to say goodbye. That’s not fair.”

“How old are you?” Danny cuts in.

“Sixteen. You don’t mind taking advice from a sixteen-year-old, do you?”

“No, it’s just weird that it’s making sense.”

Tim snorts and keeps twanging at the rubber band.

“So what would you do if you could go back?” Danny asks.

Tim looks up at the ceiling. The twanging slows to a contemplative beat.

“Things were gonna change no matter what. If I’d leaned into it, I could’ve at least seen where it was gonna go and��tried to steer it, I guess? Cause now, I’ll never know. And all this?” He makes a sweeping gesture at the disembodied house around them. “Sucks. And I’m bad at this ‘growing up’ thing, obviously. But I think if I had the chance to apologize, I’d take it. I’ve made it through a lot of wild stuff I never thought I would, but I definitely coulda used more people on my side. Or, they coulda used me on their side.”

The corner of Danny’s mouth pulls.

“What do you do about missing the days that didn’t suck?”

“I still got ‘em as long as I remember them,” Tim says simply.

Danny concedes, nodding.

“Besides, I might be nuts, but the Huntress’ plan doesn’t sound half bad,” Tim keeps on. “Can you imagine an army of ragtag supernatural rebels and monsters going up against an evil government agency and some rich bootlicking mayor who also has superpowers, oh my god! Everybody’s gotta watch each other’s backs and fight to set the record straight on who the real bad guys are. That’d be amazing!” Tim has gotten up on his feet again, pacing on the cushions and making dynamic poses and sound effects.

It doesn’t sound so bad to Danny, either, when he puts it like that.

“Aa! You’re smiling,” Tim points.

“Alright, alright. It might not be impossible–if we had the right help.”

“Really?? Uh, I would. Agree,” Tim stammers, clutching his fingers modestly. “I bet you have lots of friends you could call.” His hair is bright pink.

“Do… you wanna help?” Danny offers gingerly.

“For real? Even though I’m a kid?” He laces the last word with a little contempt.

“As long as you’re not my sister. Also, you managed to trap me. I’m not sure I could stop you.”

Tim brightens.

“Oh, man. I’m not sure what I could do, but I’ll try and think of something. Like, uh–”

“Having a secret safehouse off the grid?”

“Sure! I’ll work on some other stuff, too. Anything’s better than sitting here alone being a coward.”

Danny’s about to comment when Tim interrupts.

“Can I see your phone?”

His guest uncertainly hands it over. Tim leaps down the stairs and opens a closet in the hall. A drift of anachronous junk spills out. Danny follows. After some digging, Tim produces a plastic pill-shaped brick with buttons on it. He shakes the two phones until they both light up. Danny sneezes. Tim punches in numbers with his thumbs until each has the other’s contact saved. Then, he hands Danny’s back to him.

“Here. Call me if you need anything. Also, since you’ll probably have to tell them about me… Just don’t tell them more than you have to, okay? And no guessing!”

Danny makes a zipping motion across his mouth.

The purple door takes itself to the part of the Ghost Zone where Danny came in. It swings open, and the ghost boy floats out. Tim peeks his head past the frame to have a look at the wavering ethereal depths of green.

“Whoa.”

Danny turns and gives Tim a short salute with two fingers.

“Well, seeya. Thanks for everything.”

“Hey, wait!”

Danny stops.

“Do you have 7/11 here?” Tim asks, his hair trying hard to match the space around it.

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. I’m gettin’ a slurpee, then practice. And shower.”

The door shuts and disappears.

Danny smiles.

He summons the portal home and passes through its membrane, back to his parents’ lab. The steel hazmat doors shut behind him with a pneumatic whir and a clang.

He’s still a little fatigued, but not enough to beat out his urge to check for trouble. His intangible form heads through the wall and up to the street. To his surprise, it doesn’t seem that late. There are several people casually walking around in the dim moonlight. Yellow windows shine into the autumn dark from nearby apartments. His parents must still be up, since the ghost shield’s not even on. Despite all his fretting, he hadn’t thought to check the time yet. He takes out his phone. It’s not even midnight.

He hesitates, then finds a secluded spot and calls Valerie.

It rings.

He’s already composing a voicemail in his head when it picks up at the last second.

“What do you want, Fenton?”

“Hey. Are you busy?”

“Nnno.”

There’s clatter in the speaker, followed by a hushed voice.

“Is that Dani?” Danny asks sharply.

“Hi,” his sister calls sheepishly from the background. “Don’t be mad. We can handle this.”

“Where are you? Are you okay?” he demands.

“We’re fine,” she insists with a whine.

There’s a sudden wail from a rusty hinge and a single sharp cry from an alarm, followed by the swift destruction of electrical components. A low husky voice mutters in a garbled romance language.

“Is that Wulf?”

“Hellooo…” the giant voice rumbles.

“Relax, okay?” Dani assures him. “I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”

There’s a huge crash.

“What was that?!”

“I’m hanging up now,” Valerie states.

“Wait, wait, wait! I’m sorry. That’s not why I called. Please, I just need you all to listen for a sec.”

Valerie sighs and moves the phone.

“You’ve got three minutes.”

He feels like this might not be the best time for this, but he forces himself not to chicken out.

“I really screwed up the other night.”

“No duh,” the girls say in unison.

“Not just that. I’ve been a control freak through this whole fiasco. The Guys in White are your problem, too. And I don’t get to tell you how to handle it. Because I don’t know. I have no idea how to fix this.” His apology trails into a laugh that quickly burns out. “It was stupid of me to try to fight everybody just so that I could pretend to be in charge. I’m really, really sorry.”

Wulf grunts, but there’s nothing else.

Danny waits in the silence.

“Well,” Valerie says a bit more softly, “you’ve still got some time on the clock. Is there anything else?

Danny rubs his neck, thinking.

“I understand if you don’t want to, but–maybe I could take the back seat for a while and help you guys out instead?”

“I dunno. Are you gonna behave?”

“I’ll do my best. You could always put me in the thermos if I don’t.”

“We’ve already got someone in the thermos,” Dani tells him. “One of Walker’s guys.”

Danny’s tone drops.

“What are the Guys in White doing with Walker?”

“Get over here and find out!”

Danny’s phone buzzes. She just sent him an address.

“On my way.”

He hangs up and flies off into the night.

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PART 1

The au continues in: An Act of Misdirection

INDEX

(Pardon my insanity. I’ve had a version of Danny and a version of Timmy growing simultaneously in my head, and now they get to hang out.

I also really like the idea of Danny having to deal with new challenges alongside a rotating B-team of people he’s less developed with. Could be interesting.)

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