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jesterwriting · 6 months

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Yahallo~ I was wondering if you might write something for Crocodile x reader where reader is sweet and bubbly and affectionate. So, I've had a scenario in my head for awhile where reader is his wife and she goes to visit him at his casino one day just because he hasn't been home in a while and she misses him. Except she's never actually been to the casino before, much less introduced to most of his crew because she's Crocodile's happy little secret. So the bouncers don't let her in and reader decides to cause a commotion, which draws Crocodile out and I'm never actually sure what happens from there. Lol I'd like it to be mostly warm and fluffy, though. I love the idea of a big cold man being warm only for their lover.

I hope you have a lovely day. You're a beautiful honey bun. ♡〜٩(ㆁωㆁ)۶〜♡

pairing: crocodile x gn!reader

contents: established relationship, fluff, secret relationships, kind!reader, smitten!crocodile, crocodile calls you doll, kind of implied the reader tops him later which i personally think is very powerful of them

word count: 1.3k words

note: this is such a cute and funny idea <33 i took some liberties with this, there is no big scene at the door, just because the kind personality of the reader i was going for clashed with that a little bit. and i went a gender neutral route just because it's easier for me. i hope you still enjoy anyway! i absolutely love secret relationships and would love to do more with crocodile and this trope :3

playlist: diet mountain dew - lana del rey

Not once did you care that you were one of Crocodile’s best kept secrets. You understood why such precautions were necessary. Your husband was a powerful man with countless enemies, to have his one weakness known to all would be a terrible oversight on his part. Not only that, but it would also put you in a considerable amount of danger. You were soft, you weren’t ashamed of it. To remain kind in a cruel world took strength. In your opinion at least.

Sometimes, however, it took more strength than usual to remain understanding. This was one such occasion.

You had your own life outside of your husband, much to his dismay. It was half the reason he insisted on keeping your union under wraps. If Crocodile had it his way, you’d be by his side 24/7, or at the very least, surrounded by bodyguards everytime you left his line of sight. He was a cautious man by nature. One did not achieve the power he had by being reckless, especially not with those he loved.

That said, Crocodile hadn’t been home in days and you were starting to get worried. You knew his work was dangerous, keeping Alabasta safe from pirates was not what you’d call an ‘easy’ job. Instead of waiting around for him to return home on his own — inevitably to grump about the kisses you placed upon his facial scar, or the tender way you ran your fingers through his hair — you decided to seek him out. If there was one place where he would be, it would be at the casino.

Unfortunately for you, they wouldn’t let you in.

“Again, the casino is closed to all outside patrons for an event. I can’t let you in if your name isn’t on the list.” The doorman was starting to get frustrated with you stubbornness. You understood why, really you did. This was his job and you had been pestering him for the better part of thirty minutes. While you had patience, you were no saint. This whole situation was starting to get on your last nerve.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a sigh. “And I get that, but I’m looking for my husband. I know he’s in there, can’t you go get him for me and we can talk outside the venue?”

The doorman hummed, considering the option. Finally, he gave you the smallest of smiles, the first you had gotten from him the whole night. “That’s doable. What’s his name so I can send someone to fetch him?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. This wasn’t going to go well. How many people tried to sneak their way into events using your husband’s name? For all this man knew, you were another lovesick fan, trying to get a whiff of the hero of Alabasta’s cologne before you were escorted out by security.

Whatever. It wouldn’t hurt to try, you thought.

“Um. Crocodile?”

The doorman burst out laughing, head thrown back and tears spilling down his cheeks. “Listen, you’re a looker, but you’re not that good looking. Now scram, I have a job to do.”

With a deep breath, you tried again. “I’m serious, he’s my husband. Please let me in.”

“Yeah, and I’m the king. Don’t make me call security on you.”

If Crocodile found out that the doorman called security on you, the man’s job would be down the drain before he could say ‘sorry.’ You didn’t want that, even if in your current irritation, you’d feel quite a bit vindicated. It was people like him that kept your husband safe, even if he did so in a rather frustrating manner.

You shuffled your feet, blinking a few times at the man who laughed in your face. Okay, maybe you did want him fired, but you were better than that. Kinder than that.

There was a commotion coming from the casino. You peered behind the doorman to see your husband surrounded by a hoard of Alabastan citizens, all clamoring for his attention. Your heart swelled at the sight of him, relieved to find him safe and sound. As much as you wanted to give him a piece of your mind for worrying you so much, the doorman’s glare was starting to get to you. Now that you knew he was alive, you could wait a little bit longer for Crocodile to return home.

“Well, thank you for your time,” You said as politely as you could. Even then, the words came out forced between clenched teeth.

The doorman merely rolled his eyes in response. Right before you turned your back, you caught your husband’s gaze. Crocodile’s eyebrows shot up at the sight of you, surprise replacing his previous annoyance. Flashing him a small smile and a wave, you turned to make your way home. You barely made it a few steps before Crocodile’s hand was on your shoulder, his grip firm enough to hold you in place. The crowd that surrounded him was gone, off to find someone else to celebrate with — or pester, as Crocodile was prone to say.

“What are you doing here, doll?”

Whipping around, you slotted your hands on your hips and hit your husband with the worst glare you could muster. You tried not to be disappointed when all you were met with was a glimmer of amusement. “Looking for you. It’s been days since you’ve been home, I was starting to get worried.”

Crocodile shrugged and took an inhale of his cigar. “There was no need for you to come here, I was coming home tonight.”

“And how am I supposed to know that if you don’t tell me. I’m not a mind reader,” You shot back.

Crocodile sighed, a cloud of smoke accompanied the action. You really wished he would quit, but you weren’t naive enough to believe you could convince him. The doorman coughed a few times, drawing both you and your husband’s attention. He looked absolutely dumbfounded at the scene playing out in front of him. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and you had hoped he had enough wherewithal to keep himself hidden so as not to earn your husband’s ire. Evidently not.

“I am so sorry,” The doorman started, hands numbly raised in surrender.

Wow. This man was the biggest idiot you had ever met. Crocodile slowly turned in his direction, a single eyebrow raised.

“You’re sorry?” Your husband's expression split into a furious glower, and for the first time that night, you felt truly sorry for the doorman. “And what are you apologizing for? I better like the answer.”

Before the man could speak, you placed yourself between them. “He was just doing his job, love. No need to get all fussy. Why don’t you walk me home and we can talk more? I’ve missed you.”

Crocodile’s expression softened when you grabbed his arm and leaned into his side. With his flesh hand, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against him. Before you left, Crocodile reached around you and into his breast pocket. When he removed his hand, there was a wad of beri in it, a fatter stack than usual. He tossed it at the doorman’s feet.

“Forget what you saw here.” Crocodile narrowed his eyes, his hook glinting in the dull lamplight. “Or I’ll be seeing you again. Privately.”

“Don’t flirt with the poor man, he looks like he’s about to wet himself.”

Crocodile merely grumbled — affectionately, you knew that grumble anywhere — as he started in the direction of your shared home. “I don’t flirt and I don’t fuss, you know this, doll.”

“Bold of you to lie to my face when I’m still not sure if I’ve forgiven you yet.”

You had. It was hard to keep the grin off your face when Crocodile was warm against your side, the scent of him filling your nostrils until your head was fuzzy.

Oh, how you couldn’t wait to kiss him pliant in the comfort of your bed later tonight. For all of Crocodile’s power, you had him absolutely wrapped around your little finger.

#one piece x reader #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #sir crocodile x yn #crocodile x yn #sir crocodile x you #crocodile x you #crocodile is so lana del rey coded everytime i write him i got her on full blast #.jesterwrites

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padfootagain · 8 months

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The Trouble with Tequila

Hello lovelies ! Today, we’re answering an anonymous request for some adorable Ben Barnes: “Hellooo! I know you probably have tons of requests on queue but this idea have been in my mind the whole day and I think it’s so cute and I have to share it with you. Since we all are thirsting over Mr. Ben Barnes and imagining lovely scenarios what about one where he and reader are engaged and they are out in a club (maybe his brother is there too) and reader is at the bar waiting for drinks or something, Ben is at table with his brother and he’s a bit drunk at this point of the night y’know, and he sees reader over there and he’s like “omg that woman is so beautiful i have to go and talk to her” and Jack is about to stop him but then he realizes is you who caught his brother’s eye in his drunken state and he finds it funny and cute and he encourages Ben to go to talk to you. And he’s all shy and cute and reader is a bit caught of guard at first and then she realizes what’s going on, and then Ben asks her out but his eyes catches your engagement ring and he’s all sad and be like “oh of course you’re engaged” and reader be “yes i’m engaged to a wonderful man . . . “ and she finish saying “i’m engaged to YOU” and Benny B be like “you engaged to me?“ jkyjkjykjy I just think he would be so freaking adorable and I can’t stop thinking about this”

Thank you so much for your request, anon! I hope you enjoy this cute little piece I’ve written for you!

I hope you all like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Adorable cuteness. Alcohol, obviously… so much fluff…

Summary: You spend an evening in a club with Ben and his brother, but Ben gets a little too drunk and is very confused when he realizes that the pretty woman at the bar is actually engaged to him… how lucky he is!

Word Count: 2430

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It was a nice evening. You had spent some time dancing with Jack – as Ben obviously remained safely by the table. The club was pretty busy but you didn’t feel too overwhelmed by the crowd. The music was perfect for jumping around, and your group of friends was joyful and full of laughter tonight. Under the blinking lights, in the dimly lit room, you reckoned that this evening was going brilliantly.

You were enjoying yourself, and so was Ben. Or well, Ben seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much, actually. You looked at him with confusion painted all over your features when he downed yet another tequila shot…

“You’re okay, baby?” you asked, speaking loudly to cover the music. But Ben gave you a toothy grin, his eyelids falling a little more than usual over his dark eyes because of the liquor.

“I’m good,” he nodded, words slurred. “Brilliant, actually.”

“I think you should slow down, you’re getting pretty drunk…”

But Ben merely rolled his eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine, darling. I know what I’m doing.”

“Really?”

“Of course! I know my limits.”

As if to prove a point, he downed yet another shot and grinned, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, the red spreading down his neck and over his upper chest, visible as he had left the first buttons of his black shirt undone.

It was your turn to roll your eyes.

“I’m going to the toilets, and then I’ll get myself another drink. I’ll be right back, love.”

He nodded, not letting you leave before he got a peck on the lips, a dreamy smile lingering across his features as you pulled away.

You were gone for a while, taking a break on your own for a few minutes before joining back the party that was going on outside the safety of the bathroom, and then waiting by the bar to order a new drink. Meanwhile, Ben was getting more drunk. He had stopped drinking, but the effects of the successive shots he had downed in a matter of minutes were finally hitting him fully.

His head was spinning, he felt giddy and excited but his mind was blurred, as if surrounded by fog.

“You’re alright, Ben?” his brother asked him, noticing that he wasn’t sitting straight anymore and that his eyelids seemed even heavier than before.

“Yeah… I’m great,” Ben smiled, but his words were too slurred now. “Just… a little tired.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Nah! I’m fine…”

“You’re not fine! Come on, that’s enough!” Jack admonished, grabbing Ben’s next drink before he could raise it to his lips.

“Hey! I’m the older brother!” Ben protested. “I’m the one to look after you and be a pain in your arse! Give me that!”

But as he leaned further, the room span faster, and Ben blinked a few times.

“Why is the room moving? Are we on a boat?”

“No, Ben. We’re in a club.”

“Ha… yes… Hmmm… I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Jack rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath, but he couldn’t simply abandon his brother like this.

“You’ll hear about this. I’ll give you hell for this, you asshole.”

“Mind your language, you jerk!”

“Dimwit!”

“Fucker!”

But as Jack was helping him to his feet, Ben seemed to spot something beyond his brother’s shoulder, and his eyes grew a little round. His pupils were already dilated because of the liquor, but they grew even more at the sight…

There was this woman at the bar. God, she was so beautiful. Out-of-this-world kind of gorgeous…

Jack frowned as Ben suddenly refused to budge.

“Come on, asshole!”

“Jack… I think I’ve just fallen in love…”

Ben’s brother frowned hard.

“What?”

“I need to go talk to this girl and get her number…”

“What girl? What are you talking about, you moron!?”

Jack didn’t get it. He knew his brother like the back of his hand, he wasn’t the kind to cheat on you. He would never look at another woman. He loved you way too much for that, and he was too loyal, too kind-hearted to even consider it for a second…

But then Jack turned around to follow his brother’s gaze and his eyes landed on… you.

You were the woman Ben had spotted and fallen head-over-heels for in the span of a second. You were waiting for your drink, standing by the bar, looking around to pass the time.

Jack exploded with laughter.

“This girl? Over there?” he asked Ben.

“Yeah… she’s so pretty…”

Ben hiccupped, blinking a couple of times.

“I’m gonna go and talk to her!” he decided.

And Jack found this absolutely hilarious. He would never let Ben live down to this moment. He would remind him every chance he got how stupid alcohol made him.

“Well, go ahead then, before she leaves.”

Ben nodded, shuffling out of his brother’s hold, and with clumsy steps, he made his way through the crowd.

When he finally reached you, you welcomed him with a bright smile. And he was absolutely blinded by the sight.

“Hi,” he breathed, blushing profusely, growing a little shy now that he had to talk to you.

“Hi, handsome,” you answered, your smile growing amused, and his heart skipped a beat at the pet name.

“I just… I wondered if I could buy you a drink. Because I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. And I… Can I have your number?”

You frowned at that, puzzled.

“My number? What are you talking about, Ben?”

He gasped, eyes growing round.

“How can you know my name?”

Your frown deepened.

“Is it a joke?”

“No, I… I love you. I just saw you over there and… puff! In love! At first sight… crazy...”

You were about to answer when you saw Jack laughing his arse off behind Ben, a few steps away, and he gestured to you that Ben was losing his mind and you needed to play along.

You grew more amused, shaking your head, still a little puzzled.

Ben tried to lean against the bar but stumbled, and you caught him before he would fall.

“I reckon you had a little too much to drink, baby,” you said in a gentle voice.

Ben gave you the brightest grin.

“I love it when you call me that.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah… and when you said my name too, I love it. It sounds so good when you say it.”

He frowned as he looked down at his forearm, where your hand still rested and held onto his shirt.

He blinked.

“You’re… you’re engaged? You’re married?”

“Engaged,” you answered, struggling not to laugh.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come over, then. But of course… the perfect woman has to be engaged to another guy…”

He kept on apologizing profusely, before you would laugh, and he fell silent, struck by the sound.

“I’m engaged to a wonderful man. He makes me very happy.”

Ben nodded slowly, looking quite sad by now, and you decided to put him out of his misery, at long last.

“I’m engaged to you, silly!” you explained, but Ben frowned hard.

He blinked again. Once, twice, thrice.

“You… you’re engaged… to me?”

“Yes, Ben. I’m engaged to you.”

“You’re engaged to ME?!” he asked again, aghast. “But… how could I get so lucky?”

Your heart fluttered at the earnest question, and you shrugged.

“I’m asking myself the same question. I often wonder how I got lucky enough to be with you.”

He grinned at that.

“So… I’m getting married.”

“You are. To me.”

He threw his arms up in celebration, and you couldn’t refrain your mocking laughter.

“Ben, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting married! Oh… but of course, I’m silly. I’m getting married to Y/N!”

He heaved a dreamy smile, closing his eyes and letting his arms fall back to his sides.

“Y/N… she’s amazing. She’s so smart, and so funny, and so kind, and so pretty. Do you have any idea how gorgeous she is? She’s… perfect…”

Your heart radiated warmth and love at his words.

But then, he blinked his eyes open again, and he looked at you with a frown and a tilt of his head.

“But… if we’re engaged. And I’m with Y/N… You’re Y/N!” he realized, and before you could react, he had wrapped his arms around you and was holding you so tight you could barely breathe at all. “Y/N! I love you so much!”

You laughed, patting his back.

“I love you too, baby. But you’re crushing me a little now.”

“I don’t care. I’ll crush you into a marshmallow.”

“A marshmallow?”

“Yes… or… I don’t know what you can crush. What can you crush?”

You laughed at his silly thoughts, when the waiter reappeared, at long last, with your drink.

When Ben finally pulled away, you looked at Jack, shaking your head at him.

“Come on, help me get him in a cab,” you ordered, and Jack complied without much of a protest.

“What about your drink?” he asked, but he was interrupting by Ben’s voice.

“Jack! Have I ever told you how much I love Y/N? Did you know that she had the softest skin… and the most beautiful eyes… and she can even remember stuff like grocery lists! Isn’t that amazing?!”

You and Jack laughed so much at Ben, your stomachs hurt.

“Wow, crazy! You’re a lucky bastard for landing this one!” Jack played along, half-carrying his brother out of the club and into the street.

“Yeah, I’m so lucky… the luckiest…”

You thanked Jack as he offered to pay for the drinks for the night so you could take Ben home.

“Don’t get your mind twisted!” he replied. “I’m not doing this out of charity. I’d just rather pay for all the drinks than having to deal with him tonight!”

You laughed at that, kissing his cheek and bidding him a good night before you would climb in the taxi with Ben.

You struggled a little to get him home, but you thought the worst was behind you as you locked the door.

How mistaken you were…

Ben started to fuss around when he struggled to untie his shoes. He was taking off his shirt when he grew paler, and looked up at you with a frown.

“I think I’m going to throw up…”

You barely had enough time to push him into the bathroom and make him kneel before the toilets before he was throwing up.

You cursed at his stupidity for drinking so much and making himself so sick, and rubbed his back until he was done. You helped him back to his feet and let him brush his teeth.

“Thank you,” he mumbled when you brushed a few strands of his hair out of his face.

“I’ll get you some clean clothes, you get undressed, okay, my love?”

He obediently nodded, and you thought you could leave him alone for a minute.

Again… how mistaken you were…

When you walked back into the bathroom with some pyjamas, Ben was under the shower… fully dressed.

He had opened the buttons of his shirt, it hung open, the thin, black material clanging to his skin because of the cold water. His hair was flattened across his face, and his dark pants were drenched as well already…

You gasped, hurrying to turn off the water.

“What on earth are you doing?!” you admonished.

“I’m showering.”

“Yes, I can see that. But in your clothes?”

“It would save time to do both at once. You wash yourself and the clothes! Wow… that’s genius. Why haven’t I thought of that before?”

“Because it’s a stupid idea.”

He pouted, looking genuinely sad.

“You think I’m stupid?”

You heaved an annoyed sigh, and yet you couldn’t refrain the fondness in your tone as you answered.

“Of course, I don’t think you’re stupid. But you’re drunk right now. It’s late, and we need to put you to bed so you can sleep. Come on, you need to drink some water before going to bed.”

But he shook his head, beginning to strip.

“I don’t want to go to bed. I want to stay in the shower, it feels nice. You could join me! I could see you naked…”

He was interrupted by a hiccup, and you laughed at him, you couldn’t help it.

“Come on, love. Please, I’m very tired, I want to go to sleep too. Come on, get out.”

He complied, let you stop the water and help him get dry before he would put on some clothes again. You were surprised when he squished your cheeks.

“You are adorable,” he mumbled, then yawned. “You are as adorable as a pancake. A little mush mush muffin.”

“You’re making no sense, love.”

“I am making the most sense. Your skin is very soft too. And I want to squish!”

You broke free with a giggle, shaking your head at his silliness.

“Now, off to bed! Come on, I’m tired.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

He let you guide him to the bedroom, and you tucked him in before lying down by his side and turning off the light.

He shuffled closer, held you tight, cuddled you and you were happy to comply when he moved to be the little spoon.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered in the bedroom filled with darkness and the steady sounds of your two breaths. “I love you so much, it’s crazy. I want to spend my whole life with you. And… perhaps now isn’t the right time for me to ask this but… would you marry me? Cause I’d really like to be your husband. And I’d really like for you to be my wife too.”

You grinned, kissing his hair.

“Yes, Ben. I want to marry you. Actually, I’ve already said yes. Don’t you remember? I have a ring already.”

But when you looked down at him, he was already fast asleep.

The next morning, Ben woke to the worst headache of his life, and when you told him about your crazy adventures of the previous night – from his attempt to get your number to him throwing up and taking a shower with his clothes still on – Ben’s cheeks turned the deepest shade of red you had ever seen on him.

He buried his face in his hands in embarrassment, and apologized profusely, but you didn’t mind. At the end of the day, all of his actions showed how much he loved you. There was no harm done. You would tease him endlessly for that night though.

And Ben swore to never drink tequila ever again…

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joelswritingmistress · 2 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 47

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

You never really know what you would do in that situation until it becomes reality. In this case, that situation was one where an unknown assailant is giving quiet, controlled commands to follow. Every instinct in my body was to do exactly the opposite of what I was being told to do.

“Walk straight to the elevator. Take it down to the basement level. The door straight ahead is unlocked. Go through it. Walk straight through the salt caves and open the door at the far end. Enter the room. If you try to cause a disturbance or draw attention to yourself, someone you love will die.”

The feisty woman in me wanted to blow up his spot. I wanted to go screaming through the hallways banging on doors for help. I knew I should have. But what if that meant someone I loved would die? What if it wasn’t an idle threat? What if this person had the means to do just that? And which person was he speaking of?

“Pull your hood up.” His voice was all whispers. I couldn’t make out his identity. “Walk to the elevator. I’ll be just behind you.”

Fuck. Why was I about to obey?

So no one will die, I answered myself internally.

“Stay in front of me.” The man grabbed my cell phone and slung it into his pocket before ushering me toward the door. When the two of us emerged into the hallway, I took a deep breath. There was freedom here, yet I was imprisoned. The walk down the dimly lit corridor to the elevators felt like a death march. Maybe it would be.

I glanced to the right out the windows that gave a view of the empty slopes. Such a different point of view at this late hour.

“Is this part of the bachelorette party?” I asked, wondering if this was some elaborate scheme. Maybe Carol hired a male stripper or something to carry out some freaky, funny scenario. He did order me to the basement, after all. That’s where we had our pedicures, lounged around the salt caves and took a dip in the jacuzzi.

“No.” That was the only response.

When the elevators came into view I was hoping to see someone. Anyone. Someone I could flag down and somehow discreetly let them know I was in trouble. Or at least I thought I was in trouble.

My heart was pounding when the doors opened and no one else was inside. I closed my eyes and hesitated, only stepping onto the platform when the person shoved me forward. When I glanced over my shoulder, I could see a stark white mask covering his face and his hood was pulled up to cover his hair.

Regardless, he moved to get out of the way and motioned to the buttons. I pressed the glowing circle with the letter B in the center of it and down we went. Whatever was waiting for me there was unavoidable. I still held hope that a giant prank was in order. Maybe the whole family or the wedding party or both would be waiting down there.

Dr. Miller had gone somewhere for wedding shenanigans. But why would the person say that someone would die? And why would he take my phone? The hope I had grew bleaker with each passing thought, and with each passing floor. When a clunking sound finally indicated we had reached our destination, I swallowed hard.

My hands were shaking. My heart continued to thud. The doors flung open and the spa that I had leisurely visited for relaxation not all that long ago looked like a dungeon. It was dark and desolate. Even the smells that lingered in the air felt different; musty. All remnants of what this place had been during the day were tragically missing.

I took a deep breath and stepped out, trying to remember the exactly directions.

“Where do I go?” I asked aloud.

Over my shoulder his arm extended and his index finger was a straight line. I walked forward, glancing in all directions.

“The spa is closed,” I said aloud. As afraid as I had been up to this point, an internal instinct for survival kicked in and I made an attempt to run back toward the elevator.

It caught him off guard. The man chased after me and I began peppering the word, “Fuck,” outloud as I began to push the little button with the arrow.

The doors reopened and I bolted back into the elevator, only to be yanked back by my hair.

I screamed for the first time and then I was lifted from my feet, thrown over his shoulder as he carried me away. I watched as the elevator doors closed and got farther and farther away with each step he made into the blackness; the obscurity.

I kicked and screamed at first, trying to get away, but within just a second it got all the more real. With one swift movement he placed me down and there was an unmistakable feeling at the base of my throat. A thin, cold line pressed into my skin and it felt hard to breathe. A knife. The blade. All this person had to do was push and my life could be over. Right there.

“Okay,” I choked out, “Okay.” All hope for a bachelorette party was long gone. This was real. I was going to die in the spa of this place that had been a paradise no less than fifteen minutes earlier.

He walked me forward. The blade was still against my neck and we stepped in sync, like some kind of synchronized dance routine. I barely recognized the salt caves when they came into view. The lights were dimmer. The smell was musty. Each time I breathed in and out I worried the edge of the blade might penetrate my skin.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I could have gagged, but I managed not to. When I swallowed hard again it hurt. I knew asking him to loosen up his grasp would do no good. If anything, I thought it might prompt him to push harder against my throat.

The spongy ground beneath my feet somehow reminded me of quicksand. Metaphorically, that was the equivalent of this trek through the caves. I was getting deeper and deeper, and it became less likely that I would make it out again. There was no cavalry coming over the hill to save me or help out this situation. I knew I had to figure it out on my own.

We rounded a bend and the musty smell mixed with that of chlorine. It was a familiar smell. One that reminded me of the bottom lair of Dr. Miller’s house. A white sign with navy blue lettering and an arrow came into view beside a door I could barely make out. As we grew closer, I could see what the sign read.

POOL THIS WAY.

Pool. Swimming. What did this person have in mind? And how much did they know about me and my habits? Dr. Miller had taught me enough in our times together that I could make it short distances staying afloat; but what would happen if this guy flat out pushed me into the deep end of this swimming pool?

Death by drowning or death by stabbing. My options felt grim.

The chlorine smell was magnified when he reached around me and pulled the door open, still positioning himself at my rear. Outstretched before me was an oversized swimming pool, twice the size of Dr. Miller’s. The blue glow was the only lighting in the place.

A loud clank made me jump and I turned around to face the masked man behind me as he secured the door shut.

I put some distance between him and myself, though I stared right at him. In my mind I showed no fear, but I could feel my body trembling.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “Who are you?”

“Who am I?” He spoke normally now, all traces of his raspy whispers were gone, and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. I knew that voice. He wasn’t a stranger. Not by a long shot.

“Is-is this a joke?” It had to be, right? It had to be. Though, at the same time I knew it couldn’t be. There was a long, drawn out pause. It was almost too dramatic. And then he removed the mask.

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y13evie · 8 months

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hi i love love your writing!! would you write a smut for james wilson from house? maybe reader is working on house's team, or just works at the hospital. slight age gap also if that's okay!

ty for writing it if you choose it!! <33

clear your mind

omg i am SO sorry for the wait, my dear. i hope you enjoy!!

tags: age gap, smut, fuckin on da job

the tension was consuming you. day and night, all you could think about was him. there have been countless nights where you touched yourself while creating fake scenarios of you two. but that’s irrelevant right now. you’re supposed to be helping your team figure out what may be wrong with your critical patient. house notices you aren’t concentrated.

“you. what’ve you got?”. he tilts his head at you. you know he was asking you on purpose, everything he did had reasoning. you think of something fast. and it’s obvious.

“appendicitis?”

“jesus. who gave you a medical degree? get out and clear your head, you need it.”

god he was harsh. but he was right. you nodded at your colleagues as house shooed you out. you scolded yourself for not separating your work and home life. it wasn’t your fault though. james was so smart, so handsome, so much older. it’s like he was asking to be swooned over.

to clear your head you decided to hang out with your favorite nurse before getting back to work. she knew the feelings you had for james and supported your slightly problematic crush. she nursed in the oncology department, so you treaded the waters to her office very carefully. due to your lack of attention to your surroundings, you managed to walk right into the very man you’re avoiding.

“oh, hi. i actually needed to talk to you about something if you have a moment”. he looked at you with those eyes. everyone might call you crazy but you swear that coworkers don’t look at each other the way he looks at you.

“i’m busy. bye”. you nudged past him, something unusual as it’s normal for you to be so bubbly around him.

you barge into your friend's office and immediately throw yourself onto her beanbag.

“i’m a failure”. your muffled voice dripping with drama. she peeled her eyes off of her reports to you. it was quite a humorous sight, your face in the bean bag as you kick your feet like a toddler.

“what happened this time, sis.”. she walks over to you and sits criss cross applesauce, waiting for you to spill. you prop your head up on your hands and begin your story from the moment house kicked you out and basically called you an idiot.

the way she bit her lip in an effort to stifle her laughter tells you she’s not taking your sob story very seriously.

“it’s not funny!” you huffed. now you really looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

that did it for her. she began to laugh a little.

“it’s so funny. you’re a mess, babe! i need you to pick yourself up and go get your old man.”. you could tell she’s serious but can’t help but giggle at ‘old man’. that’s something she always nagged you about.

you got yourself back onto your feet and decided she was right. it was probably the only way you could get those silly thoughts out of your head. you thanked your friend for helping you out and marched out of her office. just as you were about to reach the department of diagnostic medicine, you heard a familiar voice.

“hey. we need to talk now.”. you turned around and faced him. all the bravery in your heart melted as soon as you came face to face with james wilson.

“uhm..sure? what about?” you questioned. there was what felt like an endless pit in your stomach, you almost wanted to order an MRI. he instructed you to follow him to his office, which of course, you obeyed.

when you arrived at his office he let you walk in first, being sure to lock the door once you both were in. you began to toy with the stitching of your white coat. he sits at the edge of his desk, waiting for you to look up.

“what’s going on?” he questions you this time. you paused for a moment, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“what?”

“the way you walked right past me today. what was that about?”. he pushes his question further, expecting an answer to your coldness.

your heart dropped once you understood what he meant. you looked at him with pleading eyes, scanning his face for how he’s feeling.

“i’ve had something on my mind. i’m really, really sorry. you’re the last person i want to ignore.”

“so you’re ignoring me?” you can tell he isn’t upset as a sly smile makes its way into his face. you roll your eyes as he beckons you to come a little closer.

“what’s on your mind?”. he knows how you feel. it’s painfully obvious. he just wants to hear you say it.

you claim it’s nothing and wave it off as stress, but he knows you’re lying. he knows you’re lying when you come even closer to him, positioning yourself right between his legs that are hanging off his desk. he knows you’re lying when you can’t help but stare at the way his pants are tightening around his crotch.

“you know how unprofessional this is, right? or do you just wanna feel me inside of you.”. you’re done with him teasing you. you shut him up by placing a soft kiss on lips, which then led to a makeout session that had his hands roaming your body. and you let him. the way you grind on him in desperation tells him everything he needs to know.

he allows you to face the desk, commanding you to take off your pants and lean over it. you do exactly as he says. james takes absolutely no time to plow into you. you were expecting him to be more gentle, but for some reason you were drunk on this feeling. the way his cock is hitting your most sensitive spots over, and over again is driving you mad.

“y’know how long i’ve wanted to do this? feel you around me just like this. i bet you wanted this too, huh.”. all you can do is pathetically nod your head and quietly sob into his desk. your cries did nothing but make him twitch inside of you, groans coming deep from within his throat.

you felt your back instinctively arch further as you feel your orgasm building up. just as you were about to come undone, he stopped. you gasp as he pulls out and just looks at you. you turn around and see him stroking his length. he gently grabs your face with his free hand and tilts it downwards. you knew what he wanted. and you wanted to make him feel good.

as you got down on your knees you made sure to replace his hand with your own, setting an absurdly slow pace. you swiped your thumb across the slit that was leaking beads of precum and placed your mouth onto his tip. you slowly bobbed up and down to get accustomed to his size, and then began to take him farther and farther. james gripped your hair tightly as a disorganized string of swears left his mouth.

“so good f’me baby, being such a good girl taking me like this”.

his praises encouraged you to work your mouth even faster. the way he whimpered and moaned out your name told you he was getting close. focusing on his tip while using your hand for the rest of his cock is what sent him over the edge. he thrusted into your mouth a few times to help ride out his high. you felt so proud of yourself for making such a mess of him.

james was overstimulated and tired, but he needed to make his girl feel good. he sat you back down onto his desk and instructed you to lean back. he was drooling at the sight of your pussy all open and wet for you. he wanted to go slow with you but god you looked so desperate. he got onto one of his knees and began ravaging you. your hands are kneading as his hair as he makes circles around your clit with his tongue. the sounds are lewd but neither of you care. he’s teasing your entrance with his curled fingers before plunging them into you. the feeling of him sucking your puffy clit with the sensation of hitting your sweet spot was so overwhelming. tears ran down your face as your orgasm comes crashing over you.

james allows you to calm yourself down before helping you put your outfit back in. he wishes he had the time to give you proper aftercare and praise you for how great you made him feel, but he can’t. instead he settles for leaving a mix of small and passionate kisses all over your face while murmuring sweet praises in between each breath. as you were reaching for the doorknob james asks you what you’ve been waiting to hear.

“hey, would you like to get dinner tonight?”

before “sneakily” exiting his office you throw him a thumbs up and sweet smile. god, you could get used to this.

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novasdarling · 1 year

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I kinda wanna see what will yan delusional todo would do after makin up scenarios bout fem reader "cheating" on him when she just livin her life

I tried, but I kept rewriting it sooo..... kinda ended up with Todou misunderstanding people need to work and can't just rely on him to live.

Quit

TW: Yandere behaviour, Possessiveness, Forceful Touching, Female Reader, Aged Up.

It had been a long day, work had made you stay late yet again. Pushing you to pick up extra shifts with a moment's notice. They just took and took without checking whether you wanted them or would even agree. All because they decided to book event after event without properly staffing the place. Nevertheless, without that stupid place, you wouldn't be able to pay your bills. It was work and work again, barely any rest. That was life, it had all rotated around work. Any moment you could spare, you gave it to your boyfriend Todou. Though, recently you had barely seen him. Too busy to go on dates, to watch a movie, or even too occupied to sit down and properly have dinner together. It was pathetic, you two acted like awkward roommates rather than partners. It was sad, but in the back of your mind, you hoped things would eventually fall back into place. Yet, as the weeks went by, things didn't slow down. Your work was always keeping you busy, even on your days off. Making you answer calls and texts. It had been rough, but you assumed Todou understood. Sure he was moody and sometimes snippy, but you always presumed he knew it was work. That work was doing this. That you truly had no say. That you needed and wanted this job.

Getting on your coat, you cussed to yourself. Another last-minute call to fill in a no-call, no-show. If they just hired a few backups, you wouldn't need to come in every time someone wasn't able to make it. You called out to Todou who you guessed was still showering. Letting him know you were going.

"You're leaving."

Todou had just gotten out of the shower. The white towel hanging dangerously low. It was unfair, he always looked so good when you needed to leave. He had a habit of it. Teasing you, tempting you to stay. You bit your lip, running your eyes up and down his body.

"Yeah, I'm filling in for someone. But" you walked over to him. Letting your hands linger over the tie of the towel. "When I get back, maybe we can..."

Todou seemed to ignore your teasing. Ignoring how your fingers dipped below the towel. Playing with the skin where he had attempted to tie it around his hips.

"You said today's your day off."

"It was." You could tell he was irritated and so were you. They promised you today off. You weren't even on call. "I'm sorry. I'll see if I can have another talk with my supervisor."

Though you knew he wouldn't care. He would give the usual speech about how everyone needed to pitch in because times were tough. That if you still want your job, you would pitch in the extra hours. You gave him a sympathetic smile before turning back to the door. As you walked to the door. You tried to figure out a way to make it up to him. Perhaps some takeout on your way back. He really liked the steak from the place beside your work.

Before you could open the door to leave, Todou was behind you. Placing his hand on the door above your head. Keeping you from opening it.

"Very funny Todou, but I need to leave."

"Why are you working so much?"

"Because they're assholes and I need the job."

"No, you don't. I make enough for the both of us."

You turned to look at him. Rolling your eyes at his comment. He always said that when you complained about work. Though you never took him seriously, assuming he was just playing with you about it.

"Please don't go. Quit"

"One day I might just." You laughed as you tried to open the door. Your efforts were still being blocked by Todou. "Todou, this isn't funny anymore."

It went back and forth, Todou asking you again and again. You giving the same answer. Each round making you more irritated. Todou had made you late before, but usually from begging you for one more round in bed. Not from holding the door closed and he stared down at you. As he kept a cold look on his face.

The back and forth was beginning to get annoying. He was making you late. Keeping you back when you could have been down the street already in line for a coffee before your hell of a shift.

"Todou I get it, you're mad, but this is pissing me off now."

"No." Todou's tone had dropped. It wasn't his usual voice he took with you. He sounded serious. He didn't sound like him. "Why do you always go when he calls, huh?"

"He's my supervisor. He's threatened my job Todou. I need to go whenever he calls."

"No. Tell me the truth." Todou had managed to relock the door. Closing you in more. Pushing you against him. Forcing you to look up. "Why are you putting this job before us, before me?"

There it was. There was the real reason Todou was acting so off. Sure there were times when he had gotten jealous and possessive, but you had been able to talk him down easily before.

"Oh, my love. I'm sorry, I'll try to find another job or something" That would be tough, the job market had been rough lately. "We can talk about it later."

"Why does he have such a hold on you? Are you seeing him?"

You were floored that he would even ask you this. That he would question your loyalty to him. No words could form as you looked at him. You stared at him in disgust. The man standing before you wasn't the Todou you knew and loved. Sure he could be possessive at times, but nothing like this. He never looked at you with those emotions before. It looked like pure jealousy and rage.

You could tell his eyes were searching your face for something, but it wasn't done out of concern. After all this time together, he really was questioning your loyalty. Questioning your intentions, your love for him. You tried to figure out how you got to this point. How he was able to get from you being overworked and used by your company. To it being about faithfulness. You tried and tried, staring at him to see if he would give you a hint. Tell you what happened, say someone thought they saw you and you could explain the misunderstanding. Yet, it never came. Both of you just stared at one another. Waiting for the other to break first, waiting for the other to give in and speak. Nothing, not a word from you or him. Even when you tried to speak, to plead for him to let you leave. To claim your innocence. Nothing came out, your mouth hanging open, waiting for the words to appear on your tongue. They never did, at least not in time.

Todou mumbled to himself. You couldn't quite catch his words, they didn't sound like anything comprehensive. As if his mind was working faster than his mouth ever could. The one thing you could understand was his movement. His hands were on you, pushing you away from the door. From your exit out of here. He was pushing you further into the apartment. Shoving you to the living room.

"N-No, s-stop To-"

"I don't want to hear it."

Your words had finally found their way to your mouth. Just unable to be completed. All you could do was shove him. Push at his hands, tear at his grip on you. He was still damp from the shower. Your fingers merely just slipped off. Though you knew even if he was dry, there would be no chance of getting him off of you. Todou was strong, he took pride in that. Always claiming he could protect you. You never thought that the same man who swore you'd be safe with him was acting like a lunatic monster.

Your attempts didn't stop, hands still prying at his. Mumbles of begs coming from your lips. Even when he pushed you over the edge of the couch, you still tried to talk him down. Attempting to talk some sense into him as you crawled away. Trying to get to the man you knew and loved. The Todou who you woke up with this morning. Yet, as his hands made their way to your ankle, and he pulled you towards him. Causing you to lay flat. You saw nothing familiar in his eyes. All you could make out was anger in his clouded look.

"You're seeing him aren't you."

Crawling on top of you, his hands moving from your ankle to your face. Elbows and knees holding him up as one hand grabbed your cheeks. Managing to squish both in his palms. Forcing you to look up at him. His wet hair dripped down on your cheeks. He was a site to behold. You had been like this with him before, under him as he held you down. Completely at his mercy, but not under these circumstances.

"I thought you loved me."

"What the Fuck Todou, of course, I do."

"Then why?." Todou leaned down, resting his head between your shoulders and cheek. Nestling his head into your neck. Whispering against your skin. "Why would you do this to me. To us? I told you to quit so many times."

It felt oddly soft, a tender moment in this chaos. Like he was back to his usual self. To the man you loved. You were too afraid to say anything. Too terrified to set him off again. Would it be worth it trying to explain that he was crazy, that you were simply just off to the hellhole you call work for money? You needed this job because you didn't want to rely solely on him.

Your mind raced, trying to find an answer. A way to calm him down, a way to leave. Anything to get this to stop. Your eyes searched the room, but there was no escape route. No way to get away from, out from under him and try to calm him down.

"I'm-I'm sorry."

It was all you could say. All you could manage to push out of your mouth. Your mind went to the only other option. If he wasn't comprehending why you would work at such a shitty job. Then all you could do was plead with him, try to buy into his delusion and work your way from there. If he wasn't buying your clueless attitude. Perhaps he would buy your plea. Fall for your mock apology. You could play into his illusion if that meant him being normal again. If it meant him letting you go.

"I'm so sorry. I-I, uh," You were stuck, playing into his delusion could mean he would be worse. Todou was possessive, you'd seen his tendencies before, just not like this. You debated with yourself for a while before continuing. "I've tried to quit, but he won't let me."

You were putting the blame on someone else. Rinsing your hands of the blame in Todou's eyes.

"You've tried? When?" Todou looked puzzled. Raising his eyebrows at you.

"I wanted to quit, but he threatened to call every place I applied to and tell them I'm horrible at my job."

You had no idea where you were going with this lie. The words were falling with no real direction. Was there a way you could play into this delusion without him being even more upset and possessive? Without him expecting you to actually quit later? Or worse, him challenging your supervisor. Sure he was a prick but didn't deserve Todou's wrath.

Todou looked down at you as you talked. Trying to explain things. His face barely changed. He looked stern, yet shocked. You knew he was going to use this as ammo to get you to leave this job and probably work completely.

"Oh, my dear" His hands were squeezing your cheeks, keeping your eyes locked on him. "I can't believe he did that. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared."

Todou's look changed now to pure rage. You were an idiot for saying that. With a few simple words, you had set him off. His grip on you tightened.

"He scared you? Oh, sweetie." Todou leaned down, placing a delicate kiss on your lips. It was sweet, unfitting for his expression seconds earlier. "My poor dear." He was condescending now. "It's okay, I can help."

"No, No. Todou-"

"Shh, it's okay I'll take care of it. That piece of shit won't bother you again."

"No don't, please." You were beginning to tear up. You weren't sure if it was because of anger or confusion. Perhaps both.

"I wasn't there and that asshole took advantage of that." He was raising his voice now, getting more irate as he went on. He prides himself as your protector, an image you had just messed with.

"No Todou-"

"Yes he did, he used you. Worked you like a dog and had the nerve to threaten you. Don't you see? He saw you were vulnerable. He took advantage of that."

Sure your supervisor had made remarks before about your employment, but not like you had made it out to be. It was mostly yelling and asking you again and again if you really wanted this job or not. Things you were willing to put up with if it meant getting a paycheck at the end of the week.

Todou stood up, letting you free. He was pacing around the couch. Rubbing his cheeks. Ranting how this was all his fault. That him being too busy with his own work, or not forcing you to quit sooner was what caused all of this. You could tell this wasn't just him going on a rant. It seemed like he was searching for a solution to the fake problem. You hoped he would just insist you switch jobs. Something you could do and would appease him.

"I'm sorry, but we can talk about it later." You sat up, watching as he paced. "I can go in and talk to the other supervisors or even look for another job."

Todou stopped pacing. Refusing to look at you. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned going to work now. He seemed to be lost in thought for a few minutes before heading to the bedroom. You could hear him getting ready. Shuffling things around. Getting up, you made your way after him. Curious and nervous about what he was doing. Before you could open the bedroom door, Todou snapped it open. Fully dressed as he pushed passed you. It felt like he hadn't even seen you. He made his way to the front door. Getting his shoes on.

"Todou where are you going"

"To make sure he doesn't speak to you like that again."

He was talking about your supervisor.

"What do you mean." You had made your way to Todou, now you were the one blocking the door,

"He won't bother you again. I'll make sure of it. Now move"

"No." You couldn't let him go and mess with him over an exaggeration.

"I said move." He was staring at you, jaw clenched. "He needs to know he can't talk to you like that. I couldn't help you before, but now I can. So move."

You didn't, you couldn't move. Couldn't let him do this. Refused to let him go and do something over an exaggeration to pacify him. There was no way you would let him do this. You couldn't. Yet, as he realized you weren't going to move. There was nothing you could do as he picked you up. Moving you by force. Making his way to open the door.

"Don't do this. Please don't. They'll fire me and then I'm fucked."

You hoped he would have pity on you. Listen to your pleas and realize you needed to work no matter how much he wanted you to depend on him and quit.

"Sweetie." He stopped, already halfway out the door. His hand left the handle and found its way to your torso. Pulling you closer to him. Todou leaned down, kissing the tips of your ear before whispering.

"You never liked it anyway." He straightened up, looking down at you. "Don't worry. You have me. I mean you were going to have to stop working eventually. This just showed me I should have pushed you sooner."

Todou gave you one last kiss before closing the door behind him. Stopping before the door latched.

"Don't go anywhere. I expect you to be here when I get back."

You stayed standing there for a few moments. Taking in what had happened and what was to happen. Going over every moment in your head again and again. Trying to figure out how one thing leads to the other. Nothing added up. Nothing made any sense. There was nothing you could do. When Todou was set on something, he rarely let up. All you could do was wait. Wait until he gets back and forces you into his little fantasy.

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renthony · 2 years

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Recently I got extremely stoned and gave a twenty-minute speech about how the Carrie remake was terrible, and how I would update Carrie for a modern audience instead, as an adult who actually grew up as an anxious Catholic girl getting violently bullied at school for being The Weird One, to the point where my bullies literally called me "Carrie" as an insult. (You'd think they'd have been more self-aware, but teenagers are dumb as shit sometimes, I guess.)

If you want to do a halfway-decent job of including social media and smartphones, instead of the super lazy attempt the remake made, you could so easily integrate a plotline about the tampon scene going viral on YouTube. There's an easy way to contribute toward why her mother gets increasingly aggressive about keeping Carrie isolated. It would give Carrie's rampage through town an added layer if you showed the way the viral video reached people she didn't even know, who recognized her around town as an internet laughingstock and made fun of her for it. The entire world really is out to get her, everyone really is making fun of her, she really is isolated and alone with no support. Nobody cares if you bully the weird girl who went viral for being cringe. Literally nobody gives a fuck. They think it's funny.

The school counselor had elements in the original film of genuinely trying to help but being overall useless at it, and an updated version of the film could easily incorporate the real-world issue of schools being completely fucking useless at stopping abuse of students. Teachers and guidance counselors who keep telling you "just ignore them, don't fight back, we have a No Tolerance policy, fighting back would just give them what they want and get you in trouble, too."

I also think there's a lot of compelling potential in Carrie's mother being a hyper-conservative Catholic to the point where she got in a feud with the priest at the only local Catholic church, and refuses to attend any Mass performed by that priest. I've seen that exact scenario happen in real life, and it would give better context to her being extremely Catholic but never seeming to actually go to church. It would also really drive home that "reactionary even to the reactionaries" vibe. She would rather forego Communion than listen to the teachings of a *gasp* hippie priest who tells her to Love Thy Neighbor, Even The Gay One.

On that note, holy shit, there are so many ways to read queerness into the story and I would love to see an adaptation that highlights and adds to those. Repression and fear of being queer in a hyper-conservative Catholic household? Goldmine. Fucking goldmine. There's also plenty of potential in there somewhere for the way modern queer youth face homophobia from their peers, and get policed in their queerness by other queer youth.

Basically what I'm saying is that I think I should write horror because I have Ideas.

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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Wait would you like to share more thoughts on the boys and their commitment styles 👀

i would be happy to pretty anon! sorry if it is jumbled or messy, as always we can discuss!

i am 1000% going to contradict myself, like yes i FULLY believe these but i am not opposed to writing/i currently have marriage-related fics in the works. I also want to write an addition to this where it's their love languages 👀

phoebe - gives me married vibes all the way. maybe it's because she was previously engaged, i just feel like she loves with every fiber of her being and i can't imagine her with someone for a long ass time and not committing herself to them like mind, body, and soul without govt documentation lol

i think way before you're engaged, you would already be maxine's mama or second parent, there's no way you wouldn't be building a home together. she strikes me as a lover who just wants to share things with you. she's involving you in the care of maxine, in decisions in the home, she's involving you in her career whether it be on the album or on a tour, she's including you in her friend groups and it just gives like chosen family/little family vibes.

again, i think she values commitment, and not in such a traditional way where she like needs to be married to feel connected but like she just loves waking up and knowing that she's your wife. IDK i could be wrong about this i just have her in my brain really valuing your relationship, but enough that if you were against marriage, she would happily be engaged forever or even just be your life partner contentedly.

lucy - i have moments where im like yes, lucy is a WIFE but other times i feel like she is so vehemently against tradition in the way that you don't need to be married for her to be committed to you. i think if you were against marriage she would be fine, If you really wanted to be married I think she would do it without a shred of doubt. I imagine a scenario where you both aren't sure but maybe there's like some perks of being married legally. like i feel like if you DID get married, it would be for like tax purposes which i know sounds so fucked but it would be so funny she would definitely lovingly call you her beneficiary, but i don't think she would do a courthouse wedding, even for legal reasons she would love a small ceremony with your family and friends and it would just be a whole vibe.

rn i think she has roommates in Philly (go birds), but as i write her often i think she also values a home base and regardless of how long you've been together, she would be building a home with you and like taking into consideration your style and interests and making you comfortable. i think apartment hunting with her would be so cute! she is such a deep thinker and i think her opening up and letting you really know her and her quirks in a way that maybe only a few others know her would be her way of committing to you. Like waking up, rolling over, and realizing that you know everything about her and love her anyways would mean more to her than a wedding ring.

julien - same with lucy, sometimes im like yup she wants to be married in a small backyard ceremony in the fall and she's wearing a beautiful suit and your guys' dog is the ring bearer and lucy and phoebe sing for you both and it's not a religious ceremony, i think it would just be all vibes, like no pressure just truly a celebration of your love and commitment to one another.

other times i think she is not going to get married but she is buying yall a house and taking you to places in the world you've always wanted to go and getting your initials tattooed on her ring finger and tattooing your name over her heart or writing a song where the title is just your name and its about unfiltered love and gratefulness. she is obviously (like all of the boys) so loving, she loves the boys so much, she has a great outlook on life now (that speech she made where she said the boys gave her her voice back had me BAWLING) and like all of them, i don't think she NEEDS to be married to show her commitment. Julien, in my mind is a very small actions everyday type of lover, like yes, the tattoos are grand gestures, but she's playing your favorite songs in the morning or washing your hair when you're tired, she's making you your favorite meal when you're sad, and she prides herself on knowing you so well that she can just kiss you in the right places and know she doesn't have to put a ring on your finger for you to know she loves you.

#anon cutie #boygenius #julien baker x reader #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius blurbs #boygenius x reader #i have no evidence #this is just my brain #i am only a girl

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Since you said to request- I guess I am HSAJDHSAKDJH

Might be more goofy but MariMui fic (Maybe specifically in Kimetsu Gakuen) where he tries to give Mari hints that he likes her... But she doesn't seem to realize and sees them as platonic gestures. Muichiro gives her little gifts, which he usually doesn't do. He's more physically affectionate with her... And even says "I love you" whenever they have to separate (<- Mari isn't as oblivious with romantic gestures towards others, but Muichiro is different since they've always been affectionate to each other since kids, so she thought it was like that-)

With some help with Tanjiro, Yui (and Yume, if you're okay with another oc and also made by Bunskero!!) , he was able to confess his love to Mari in Valentines day... And after moments of processing, she now just realizes he likes her and boom! happy ever after

This is such a confusing scenario im sorry

~Frustrating~

A/N: HEHEHEHEHEHEHE MARIMUI— I was planning this out and I was like, “yknow what would be kinda funny? Is if it was in Yuichiro’s perspective.” So now we’re here :3

And it’s not confusing, tysm for making it detailed ♥️

This is not proofread, please lmk if there are any mistakes

TWs: none except MariMui are idiots in love and Yui is absolutely sick of it

Yuichiro was tired.

Tired of seeing his lovesick brother try, keyword try, to subtly confess to the girl he liked. Tired of seeing it all go right over her head.

And he was especially tired of watching them all lovey dovey, right in front of him. And still claim that they weren’t together.

Yuichiro just wanted them to confess and get it over with so he wouldn’t have to listen to his brother’s rambles about, “How is this not working? Am I not being obvious enough?” Yuichiro gave his brother an unimpressed look as he rambled.

“Maybe she’s just dumb— OW”

Muichiro threw a book at him. And it landed on his head.

Yuichiro couldnt help but be salty the next day at school. Of course he was grumpy because his forehead had a bruise now, but he was also grumpy because he had to see Muichiro and Mari being idiots in love.

With a sigh, Yuichiro could find comfort in knowing that Valentine's Day was the next day and that Muichiro had a plan to confess in a way that couldn’t be misinterpreted. He, along with Mari’s friend, Yumera, and Tanjiro, they were gonna help Muichiro carry out his plan.

He watched Muichiro do his daily goodbye, and “I love you” with a scowl on his face. He made a loud coughing noise as Muichiro waved her off with an impatient tap of his foot. He sighs and nudges his brother before nodding at Yumera and Tanjiro who were talking to each other by the front door of the school.

“We gonna go discuss your plan to get a girlfriend or are you just gonna keep gawking at her from afar.”

Muichiro stuck his tongue out at his brother as a slight blush spread across quickly across his face.

This only made Yuichiro roll his eyes and stuff his hands in his pockets.

It was mainly Tanjiro, Yumera, and Muichiro discussing the plan. Yuichiro was kinda just sitting there, grumpy. He didn’t really have any involvement in the plan, so why did he have to help?!

Oh well, Muichiro was not going to let him sit this one out.

The group had decided that Yumera would ask Mari help her with something after school. She told her to meet her by the blossoming willow tree near the back of the school right after last classes ended. It was Tanjiro and Yuichiro’s job to keep everyone else away from the willow tree at that time.

Yuichiro thought that was doable, so he agreed. He didn’t know how exactly they were supposed to keep other people away, but Yuichiro’s plan was to just scare them all away.

With the plan set in stone, the group went to their separate homes. Yuichiro was not at all prepared for Muichiro’s constant worries. In the car alone, he was bombarded with questions such as,

“Do you think it will work?”

“Will it be enough?”

“What if she doesnt like me like that”

“What if she rejects me?!”

Yuichiro had to hold back from hitting his brother after that. Muichiro only seemed to calm down a little once Yuichiro expressed that there was no way Mari would reject him. Yuichiro thought Muichiro was stupid for not realizing how much Mari obviously liked him.

Muichiro’s worry died down for the night, but oh boy was it back in full swing the next morning.

He was constantly fidgeting, and got extremely nervous around Mari.

When the time actually came to get ready for the plan, Yuichiro was happy to get away from the worries that were spewing out of his brother’s mouth.

The end of the school day approached quickly and Yuichiro gave Tanjiro and Yumera one last nod before leaving to survey the willow tree. Thankfully, no one was there at the moment so he didnt have to shoo them away. No on really came up either, except Yumera who came to confirm what she told Mari before leaving the school.

As he saw Mari approaching, Yuichiro went to hide with Tanjiro by the actual school building.

He watched as Muichiro handed the girl a card with his face all red. He saw Muichiro’s mouth moving, but he couldnt hear him.

As he saw Mari’s own cheeks turn into a bright red color, he could only assume it was a success.

He suspicions were confirmed when his brother shot him a happy smile, signaling that Mari had accepted.

He and Tanjiro approached the tree and Mari looked at them in bewilderment. Yuichiro raised an eyebrow as he stopped right in front of the two.

“Took you guys long enough.”

Yuichiro was halfway through rolling his eyes before he let out a sudden yelp. He jumped away from the boy next to him and borderline squealed at him.

“What was that for?!”

Mari tilted her head in slight confusion and turned to said boy.

“Tanjiro? What’d you do?”

Tanjiro snicked and he didnt even have to answer, Yuichiro did for him.

“He pinched me!”

Muichiro smirked, not passing up the chance to tease his brother. He folded his arms and Mari immediately wrapped her arms around one of his and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, you kinda deserved it.”

Then Tanjiro and Mari had to spend the rest of the day to make sure Yuichiro didn’t kill his brother, the end

A/N: i love MariMui.

Taglist: @larz-barz

#🍁#oc #hehehe #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer muichiro #kny muichiro #muichiro tokito #marimui #mari x muichiro

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3tabbiesandalab · 2 years

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The Dagger Club

I asked for help with an idea for a new fic and @hangmanapologist responded. Thank you! I went with the idea of a ‘Breakfast Club’ inspired fic, I hope you enjoy it!

You don’t need to have seen the classic 80′s movie to enjoy but it’s full of quotes and references from it. If you ever get a chance, watch it!

Bob x Reader + Top Gun squad - getting drunk and honest and silly. Drunk Bob is a dirty Bob.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse

And some Bob smut for good measure!

After the success of the uranium plant mission, Admiral Cyclone Simpson, supported by the new Commander of the Pacific Fleet, had made the decision to keep the dagger squad together, specifically training for any new, unprecedented scenarios that were coming in the future. However, after their recent detachment, the adrenaline wore off and the fragile comradery between the squad broke down, so Maverick was ordered to ‘fix it’.

Maverick knew he’d used successful but unconventional methods of training with this group before, but nothing had seemed to stick. He loved Rooster and cared about these kids and knew for them to survive what was coming for them, they needed to become a family. Like the one he’d had with Goose and then Iceman. So Maverick decided to go a different route and look to the wisdom of John Hughes and have the squad spend one of their days off together at an old, closed library an hour off base, to try and finally sort themselves out.

……..

Bob chuckled to himself as he entered the library where everyone was seated at desks facing the front of the room. Payback, Fanboy, Phoenix, Coyote, Rooster and Hangman were already there and looked very confused. Bob loved watching movies of any era and had the canny ability to remember quotes from all of them, so found the similarities between this situation and ‘The Breakfast Club’ very funny. He wondered if Maverick was secretly a fan of 80’s coming of age flicks and that’s how he’d come up with this idea. No one else looked amused though, so he guessed they didn’t get the reference.

He acknowledged Maverick and a very pretty, curvy woman standing at the front of the room and slid into his seat next to Phoenix who looked as bewildered as everyone else did, “Any clue as to what this is?” she asked.

Bob gave her a wry smile and said “I don’t know if you’re a fan of John Hughes but…”

Maverick cleared his throat interrupting Bob and the general chatter amongst the group stopped.

“This permanent assignment you’ve been given, well you are going to be up against the toughest scenario’s anyone’s ever seen. You’ve just had a taste of it with the last mission. And for a squadron that’s going through that on a regular basis, you are going to need each other. You are all very different people, but you need to be a tight knit team, in every way you can.” he said seriously.

Bob wondered what he was thinking putting a group of pilots in a library together to get them to become a close squadron and decided Maverick must have hit his head hard during the recent mission.

Everyone just looked at Maverick in complete confusion “This is YFN, she’s kind of my niece, and she’s here to make sure you don’t burn the building down.” and he introduced the group by their callsigns to her. Bob smiled shyly at her and was rewarded with a beautiful smile in return.

“Right, well good luck!” Maverick gave them one of his knowing looks and started walking out the door, calling behind him “I want a thousand-word essay about what it means to be a team. And if you’re not a team by the time I get back this afternoon, ‘I’m cracking skulls!’”

Bob burst out laughing. He looked around and his fellow pilots looked at him like he’d grown two heads “Really no one gets it?” he questioned.

Bob thought maybe Payback being older than the rest of the group, might have seen the movie or Rooster, who literally looked like he was channelling the 80’s. Even Fanboy, whose callsign suggested his love of pop culture, Bob thought would understand the reference. But the only one with a deliberate smile on their face was YFN. God she was gorgeous…

“YFN. Holy shit! Is that really you?” Rooster exclaimed, breaking Bob out of his thoughts.

She smiled widely at him “Yeah Roo. It’s me. Long time, huh?” she said voice like honey.

Bob was entranced by her.

“Right so you’re like long lost kissing cousins or something. Like we care. What the fuck is going on here?” Hangman asked YFN sarcastically.

YFN gave him the finger.

“Ooh, obscene finger gestures from such as pristine girl!”

Everyone turned to look at Bob in shock and YFN snorted. Oh shit. He must’ve said that out aloud.

He instantly tried to apologise, but his mouth opened and closed like a fish, no sound coming out.

“It’s ok Bob, I got the reference! You’re very funny, you know.” YFN said laughing lightly.

Bob practically melted hearing her say his name and blushed at her praise.

“Well Hangman… I think Mav has a thing for 80’s cinema.” YFN smirked continuing and everyone except Bob still looked confused, “Seriously? ‘The Breakfast Club’? Not one of you except Bob sees the parallels here?”

Rooster rolled his eyes and said “The 80’s YFN? Really?”

“Ah The 80’s Roo? Really? Does Magnum PI know that you raid his wardrobe?” YFN said mockingly.

That earned a small chuckled from the others as Bob barked out a loud laugh. It wasn’t the exact line from the movie, but funny, nonetheless. Again they all looked at him stunned.

“Okay…” Coyote drew out looking at Bob, shaking whatever thought was in his head before turning his attention to YFN. “Fine. Mav is weird. First crazy dog fighting then beach football now something out of a movie. Just tell us what we are doing here and why you are our babysitter?”

“Well, he cares about you all. And has a weird way of showing it. Whatever you all just went through was intense and it sounds like it will be again. He wants you to really know one another so you can be there for each other because no one else will quite understand I’m guessing. So he recruited me into his plan, not officially or anything, but he asked me because I’m a psychologist.” YFN said simply.

Hangman puffed his chest out “No way. I don’t need a fucking shrink. And the only thing you need to know about me is that I am the superior pilot here who saved...“

“Are you ever gonna let that go man. Rooster thanked you. You can’t hold it over his head forever.” Payback interrupted Hangman before he could finish.

Hangman just shrugged “He’s the idiot who almost got himself…”

“Why do you have to insult everyone?” Rooster questioned him.

Hangman got up and moved in front of him, giving him the signature Hangman smirk “I’m being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference.”

Bob watched as Rooster rose from his seat and got in Hangman’s face “Two hits, me hitting you, you hitting the floor.” he spat, his eyes wild, corner of his lip twitching.

The tension that rolled off them was palpable, but Bob eyed both men suspiciously as they had just quoted several lines from the movie “Wait. Do you two know this mov…”

YFN’s melodic laugh filled the room before he could finish and everyone including Bob turned to look at her reaction.

“Oh this is perfect. ‘You and he are riding the hobby horse!’” she exclaimed clapping her hands together in glee. Bob snorted and smiled widely at yet another quote from the movie and YFN smiled warmly at him and winked, making him feel warm and tingly all over.

“Wait. You two are fucking? Are you a moron Rooster?” Fanboy asked in shock.

Hangman had a wide grin plastered to his face and said innocently “Why yes Fanboy. I do believe we are fucking. In fact this moron might kind of be in love and so am I.”

Rooster’s face softened immediately, and he blushed a deep red.

“Holy shit! I knew it!” Phoenix cheered, “Pay up shit heads!” she said while making grabby hands towards Fanboy, Coyote and Payback as they got cash out of their wallets.

“Well, that’s miracle number one sorted.” YFN said happily.

“What do you mean YFN?” Payback asked confused.

YFN smiled at him “Mav and I talked about you. He might appear to be a strange old fucker but he’s very perceptive and I am pretty good at my job. And we thought you had two main areas to focus on to become a close team.”

She raised one finger in the air “One: the crazy sexual tension slash unresolved feelings between these two.” YFN pointed towards a laughing Hangman and Rooster.

“But that’s sorted. They’ll cancel each other out now. Roo needs people in his corner who love him.” she said with a sincere smile to her half-adopted-step cousin or whatever they were. And Rooster gave her a wry smile in return.

“And a besotted Hangman will never leave his wingmen again. In fact Hangman will need to stand for something else now.” and everyone laughed.

“Well I’ve got the biggest dick so I could change it to Hungman, couldn’t I sweetie?” he said, batting his eyes at Rooster.

Rooster just scoffed at him, “I don’t think so honey. That particular honour goes to our little, or not so little Bobby here.” he said gesturing to Bob.

Bob made a choking sound and his cheeks turned pink.

“Seriously? Bobby? Not into you in that way, but you‘ve been holding out on me?” Phoenix teased, and Bob’s blush grew darker and spread to the tips of his ears.

“Yep. He has been keeping a HUGE secret.”

“Aha it’s big.”

“Dudes seriously hung. Seen it in the change rooms.”

Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy all confirmed the rumour, and everyone burst into hysterics while Bob slunk low in his chair, willing himself to disappear.

“Ah umm right.” YFN stumbled over her words, a light blush on her face. She held up two fingers and said shyly “And that is miracle number two.”

“What?! Mav thinks Bobby’s huge cock is miracle number two?” Hangman asked mockingly.

Bob was mortified. And now it seemed to he was suddenly known as Bobby as well.

“No. I ah well I’m sure it’s as big and umm great as e-everyone says, but umm I d-didn’t mean that.” Bob saw Phoenix raise an eyebrow and YFN’s stuttering peeked Bob’s interest as well.

YFN took a deep breath to steady herself “Mav thinks that you two are one of the best teams he’s ever seen.” motioning to Phoenix and Bob, “But you are both a bit of a mystery to the rest of the squad and to each other and it might be holding everyone back a bit.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! You don’t know anything about us!” Phoenix bristled, her posture indicated she was ready for a fight.

Bob touched her arm, “Phoenix, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” he tried to calm Phoenix as he quietly supported YFN.

YFN was pale, hands raised in front of her defensively as she approached their table “Phoenix I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… Mav thinks the world of you and Bobby. And from what he’s told me, I think you’re both amazing. It’s just you are… enigmas, both of you. You would be an unstoppable force if you really knew each other. The team would benefit from knowing you both, because I think you have a lot to offer them as people. You don’t have to trust me, but trust Mav, he only wants what’s best for you.” she said honestly, apologetic smile on her face.

“She’s right Nix.” Rooster said softly, “I’ve known you for a long while, but I don’t really know you.”

“And Bobby is a shy, weird, awkward mystery to us all.” Payback smiled sincerely, and Bob nodded at him because he was right, he had not let anyone in.

Phoenix’s visibly relaxed “Fine. But I’m too sober to kumbaya with you all.” she said with a slight smile.

“Well… I might be able to help with that.” YFN said grinning and walked back to a big box on the floor.

She lifted it onto the desk and started pulling out red solo cups, shot glasses and several bottles of alcohol and mixers.

Fanboy’s eyebrows raised high into his hairline “Jesus. What kind of psychologist are you?” he asked.

“The off-duty kind.” she chuckled lightly, “Really guys, Mav just wants you to get to know each other better, become a family, like he was with Roo’s Dad and like he was with mine.” YFN almost whispered looking at the floor.

“Who’s your father?” Coyote asked YFN softly.

YFN glanced at him, tears in her eyes “Admiral Kazansky.”

Bob’s body moved without him even thinking and he got up and crossed the short distance to YFN and placed his hand on hers that was gripping the box the box tightly.

“I’m so sorry about your Dad.” he said sincerely.

“Thank you, Bobby.” YFN said quietly as she gazed deep into his eyes, and he felt her relax under his touch.

“Anyway. I should leave you guys to it. You don’t need me…”

“Nope. We want you here.” Phoenix interrupted quickly, “In fact I need you to help dull down the testosterone in the room. I thought I had Bobby to help do that but he’s more man than I thought.” and everyone burst out laughing.

Bob again blushed and ran his other hand over his face in embarrassment. He felt YFN shift her hand off the box, thread their fingers together and squeeze and goosebumps and warmth ran up the length of his arm.

“Yeah, I want to hear what Mav said about these other dickheads!” Hangman chuckled as he pointed to the other duo and Coyote.

“Hangman, do you know how popular I am? I am so popular. Everybody loves me so much.” Coyote said sarcastically.

“And I’m a winner because I’ve got strength and speed, kinda like a racehorse, hey Fanboy?” Payback added in jest.

“Speak for yourself.” Fanboy said with a smirk on his face.

Payback laughed and replied “You really think I’d speak for you? I don’t even know your language!”

Bob took his hand of his face and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the group suspiciously “You assholes do know ‘The Breakfast Club’!” he exclaimed and everyone broke into loud laughter.

“Having we been living under a rock? Of course we fucking know it, Bobby. It’s a cult classic.” Hangman said teasingly, “Luckily YFN here doesn’t seem to mind you’re a bit gullible.” And he nodded towards their joined hands.

Bob flushed bright red, and he chanced a look at YFN, she smiled shyly at him and was a lovely shade of pink as well.

“Well I know it’s not exactly like the movie ‘cause we can’t smoke, but let’s get shitfaced and share our fucking issues, maybe cause a ruckus!” Rooster said excitedly.

“Fine I’m game. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. But Bobby here doesn’t usually drink with us. Will we be meeting drunk you for the first time today?” Phoenix asked cunningly.

Bob laughed lightly “You might Nix.” he said calling her by a nickname seeing as everyone was insisting on calling him Bobby, “But word of warning if he does show, ‘You mess with the bull, you get the horns’.”

Everyone erupted into a fit of laughter at his reference.

Bob smiled widely. Maybe Maverick’s idea wasn’t such a bad one after all.

……..

It actually turned out to be a very, very good idea in Bob’s opinion.

With the booze YFN brought, and Coyote’s secret talent for mixology, they all, including Bob, got drunk, very drunk.

They took Maverick and YFN’s advice and found a large space on in the library and all lounged on the floor and took turns to learn about each other. And to Bob’s delight, “The Breakfast Club’ quotes and references also continued.

Fanboy went first and then Payback, both men had always been very open with him, but Bob enjoyed finding out that he had something in common with both of them. Fanboy was also a huge film buff and Payback was a drummer and loved heavy metal. Everyone seemed surprised when an excited and tipsy Bob immediately planned a movie marathon with Fanboy and challenged Payback to a Metallica drum off.

Coyote hadn’t really ever paid to much attention to Bob but was all over him today, fussing over making his drinks and almost protectively tucking him into his side as they listened to the others. Coyote’s actions weren’t surprising at all once he revealed he was the oldest of 6 kids. Nobody knew, but Bob was an only child and was quite an affectionate person despite being shy and quiet, so he relished the attention he was getting from Coyote.

But soon everyone else had cottoned on to it and were quite touchy themselves emboldened by the alcohol, so Bob became a human teddy bear, passed around the team for cuddles as everyone revealed pieces of themselves. He watched YFN smile softly at the sight, she was so beautiful, and Bob ached to wrap himself around her and never let go.

A drunk Hangman was very cuddly and despite having his boyfriend next to him, he made grabby hands at Bob when it was his turn to share. Bob of course happily obliged and found himself sandwiched between Rooster and a vulnerable Hangman as he shared his story. Hangman predictably was a giant big softy, his cocky exterior a cover for a difficult relationship with his father.

Bob was a little shocked that Hangman’s goals, out of all of everyone’s, aligned the closest with his. They both didn’t want to stay in the Navy for too long, but settle down back in their country hometown, running a ranch and raising a family. He would have never guessed that he would have so much in common with the confident pilot.

Rooster was next and finally told the group the story about his relationship with Maverick and its role in holding up his career. He told stories about him and YFN when they were kids and Bob adored her rosy cheeks and stared at her pretty mouth as she laughed heartily and good naturedly argued with Rooster over his recollections.

He was thoroughly enjoying his snuggles with Hangman and Rooster, but when Rooster talked about his fear of being alone, Bob had to make a hasty exit from his comfortable position as Hangman practically launched himself at Rooster, whispering things to him and giving him sweet kisses, earning an “Awww.” from rest of the group.

Maverick and YFN were right, Phoenix and Bob were the hard nuts to crack. Phoenix had a carefully constructed wall up and Bob was shy and rarely let people in, preferring to stay on the sidelines.

Phoenix’s walls began to crumble with the mixture of comfortability, booze, and some very sly psychology from YFN. Bob could tell she hated being exposed, but she put herself out there. Small things were first but eventually Phoenix revealed that her emotionally abusive mother was the reason for her pushing herself so hard to be the best and not being able form close connections with anyone.

Bob held her as she cried “I have feelings and it hurts so much when someone steps all over them, so now I just make sure no one can.”

Hangman laughed darkly as he echoed a line from the movie “I think your mother and my old man should get together and go bowling.” and Rooster tucked Hangman into him protectively.

After a few moments of silence, Phoenix sarcastically pointed her finger at YFN, small smile on her face “Are you happy? You did your psycho-babble bullshit on us your crafty little witch.” and everyone chuckled.

Phoenix quoted the line “My god, are we gonna be like our parents?”

A very drunk Bob who was yet to share anything too deep, replied simply “I hope not. Mine are dead.”

His confession so unexpected that the group didn’t know quite what to say and stayed silent. YFN crawled over to Bob and wrapped her arms around him. He sighed and relaxed into her embrace, it felt warm and safe.

The silence continued until Rooster quietly said “Twinsies.” and Bob and him both burst out laughing. It might have seemed inappropriate, but it was Rooster’s way of showing that he understood.

Everyone looked at Bob and he was struck by the love and understanding on their faces. He knew he didn’t have to be shy and guarded around them anymore. It was the push that he needed, and Bob told the story of his parent’s death when he was 13 and how his young uncle took over the family ranch and raised him.

The drinks flowed and everyone asked Bob questions about anything and everything which he answered honestly, even about the embarrassing stories of his emo phase.

Hangman teased Bob incessantly for details until Bob laughed “Right no more Hangman!” and quoted “You ask me one more question and I’m beating the shit out of you.”

The image of drunk Bob trying to fight Hangman was too much for everyone and they rolled on the floor in laughter.

……..

Bob didn’t know how many hours had passed but everyone was very tipsy and very happy. Bob was currently sitting between Fanboy and Payback, both men huddled close with him. With individual confessions done, the conversation naturally turned to sex and an enthusiastic game of Never Have I Ever was in full swing. Bob had surprised everyone by drinking quite a number of times to various questions. He rolled his eyes at them, just because he was quiet and shy didn’t automatically make him a blushing virgin.

Bob had struggled to take his eyes of YFN for most of the day, even though he barely knew anything about her, he was smitten. She was sweet and funny and sexy, and Bob wanted to know everything about her and of course he wanted fuck her senseless. No one knew, but he got horny as hell when he drank.

As Bob studied her, she was so relaxed and gorgeous, and he had to concentrate so he didn’t get hard. Her pink, plump lips were always smiling and when she laughed it sounded like music and when her head tipped back and exposed the hidden freckles that dotted her neck and he wanted to trace his tongue down…

“Earth to Bobby.” someone said to him, snapping him out of his daydream.

“Sorry?” he said as he looked around for whoever was calling him, shaking the thoughts of YFN out of his head.

Hangman grinned at him conspiratorially and turned his attention to YFN.

“You know YFN, you’re very quiet over there and not taking too many drinks in this game. Even our shy but not so innocent big cock Bobby has had to drink quite a few times.” he said with fake sweetness, batting his eyes at her.

YFN had stopped laughing and a blush started colouring her cheeks.

“So tell us something YFN. What is that one thing, your one fantasy, that if you could do it right now, you would?” he said teasingly.

Bob watched YFN curiously as she took a large gulp of her drink, her eyes met his momentarily before looking at the ground.

“Well I umm… we would ah…” she started.

“We? You mean you and Bobby?” Rooster asked slyly, easily noticing the longing looks between YFN and Bob.

Bob’s eyes followed YFN’s blush as it travelled down her neck “Yes. I mean no. You guys are putting words into my mouth.”

Bob smiled shyly at her from where he sat and listened to the group playfully question her as they paralleled a scene from the movie. YFN had a small smile on her lips as eyes flitted between his and the various pilots teasing her.

“Well, if you'd just answer the question.” “Why don't you just answer the question?” “Be honest.” “No big deal.” “Yeah answer it.” “Answer the question, YFN.” “Talk to us.” “C'mon, answer the question. Come on. Answer it.” “C'mon, it's easy. It's only one question.”

“Ok fine. Alright. You fuckers know this movie too well!” YFN laughed lightly, her blush deepening further as she thought about her answer.

“R-right now? Well I-I always wanted when I was in high school to umm… I would want umm…” she stuttered.

YFN took a deep steading breath, her eyes focused on Bob’s, biting her lip.

“Right now I would want someone to ah g-go down on me… in the library, between the bookshelves.” she hurriedly confessed.

Bob sucked in a small breath and had not taken his eyes off YFN. God yes did he want to do that.

Payback chuckled “Well Phoenix is available and pretty sure that’s her bread and butter…”

“I love eatin’ pussy.”

Everyone turned to look at Bob in shock. He knew he’d thought it in his head, but it turns out he had also said it out aloud. No one made a sound. He guessed they weren’t used to hearing him talk that way, but booze made his accent come out and it made for a dirty honest Bob.

Bob kept his eyes fixed on YFN’s. He could see she was in shock too, but she also looked eager.

He smirked at her and said, “And I also love libraries.”

“Holy shit!”

“Did he just…”

“Oh my god.”

Coyote, Fanboy and Phoenix uttered in disbelief.

Hangman just clapped his hands together in glee and Rooster grinned “Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Go!”

Although she was flustered, YFN looked at Bob and raised an eyebrow in question.

He didn’t hesitate. Bob was measured as he got to his feet and crossed the floor to YFN. He offered her his hand and when she took it, he pulled her to her feet. She squealed then laughed happily as Bob very much emboldened by alcohol, threw her over his shoulder and quickly walked towards the stairs leading the upper floor of the library.

“Fuck I think I’m in love with him!”

“Have fuuunnn!”

“We’ll put some music on, drown out the screams!”

“Drunk Bobby is the man!”

Bob laughed at the other’s shouting encouragement at them as he carried YFN up the stairs to his intended destination.

……..

Bob and YFN stood between the tall, dense bookshelves at the very back of the library. He heard the sounds of ‘We are not alone’ by Karla Devito playing in the background. They both laughed as whoever was playing the music, was choosing it straight from ‘The Breakfast Club’ soundtrack.

“You don’t…Umm if you don’t want to…” YFN said shyly to him.

“I want to. Jesus, I wanna so much” Bob practically groaned, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, I’ve never wanted anythin’ more.”

Bob took deep breath to calm himself, but it didn’t stop him from rambling, his accent really coming through now that he was so turned on “It’s just… Can I just… I wanna ask. Will you maybe go on a date with me when we’re not drunk. I know I dunno much about you but god, I really like you YFN. You’re amazin’… Wanna to be your boyfriend and fall in love with you darlin’.”

Bob shook his head and cleared his throat “But if you just want this from me… ah that’s ok too… I’m still happy to do…”

YFN cut him off with a soft kiss but before he could return it, she pulled away, “Jesus you sound so sexy. I really like you too Bobby. I kind of hoped it just wouldn’t be today. I wanna go on lots of dates and fall in love with you too. But right now, 16-year-old me would kill me if I didn’t…”

It was Bob’s turn to cut her off with a searing kiss and he wrapped his arms around her. YFN’s hand found it’s way into his hair and Bob moaned. She took the opportunity to deepen the kiss and slipped her tongue into his mouth and when he met it with his, he delighted in the moan the came from her.

The kiss was drunk and sloppy but so very good. Bob his licked and nipped at the freckles on her neck he’d been admiring before, and one of his hands made its way to squeeze YFN’s round ass. The other had made it inside her top and bra and he cupped one of her full soft tits, and ran his thumb over her nipple.

YFN pulled away with a groan and Bob was worried he’d done something wrong, but she licked her puffy lips and gazed at him, desire in her eyes.

“I didn’t say it in front of the others…” she murmured as pushed Bob against the shelves and hurriedly undid his jeans, “but there is another part to my fantasy.”

Bob groaned loudly as she freed his hard cock and sunk to her knees.

“Holy shit. They weren’t kidding.” she breathed. Bob gawked down at YFN on the floor, as she stared at his cock in awe.

“You don’t have to… I know its… Sometimes it’s too much for people… Jesus darlin’ you look so fuckin’ pretty on your knees…” Bob was incapable of finishing his thoughts. God, he wanted her to suck him off, but he didn’t want YFN to feel pressured into anything.

He wasn’t stupid, he knew he had a big dick. Too big for some. Bob hadn’t had much luck with blowjobs before, and even sex was difficult at times. It was like a curse, the shyest, sweetest guy in the room with a massive cock.

YFN stared up at Bob through her eyelashes, giving him the hungriest look “Oh sweet boy, I promise I’m going to be just fine.”

“Shit.” he whispered hearing her talk like that and his dick twitched at the sight of YFN on her knees about to blow him.

“Fuuuck!” Bob moaned when she finally took him in her mouth.

And like she promised, she was just fine and gave him the best fucking head of his entire life. Bob had no idea what he was saying, but he babbled all kinds of dirty things as she made him cum hard and in record time.

“I really fuckin’ love libraries.” he sighed after he had finished in her mouth. YFN giggled as she zipped up his jeans. She kissed him hard.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening. People just downstairs, when I gave a shy boy a blowjob while he says all kids of filthy things. And me about to have a mind-blowing orgasm in public.” YFN laughed as they traded places, Bob pushing her up against the books and dropping to his knees before her.

“Being bad feels pretty good, huh?” Bob laughed quoting another line from the movie and YFN snorted.

Bob lifted her skirt and lowered her panties.

YFN breathed “What would you know about being bad, you’re such a good boyyy…”

Bob had her moaning by diving right into her delicious pussy. He wasn’t going to tease or draw it out. He would leave that for another time. Bob had one goal in mind, giving YFN the mind-blowing orgasm straight from her fantasy.

As he licked and suckled and fucked her tight, wet pussy with his mouth, tongue, and fingers, YFN made the fucking prettiest noises. She grabbed his head, pulled on his hair as she got closer to her high, causing Bob to moan loudly and his cock hardened and ached once again. He looked up at YFN as he sucked relentlessly on her clit, pumping his fingers deep inside of her, until she came hard. Bob had been all over the world with his job and seen some amazing sights, but watching YFN cum was the best thing he’d ever seen.

He was still drunk, both from booze and from YFN. And a tipsy Bob was a dirty Bob so when YFN finished cumming all over his face, he smirked up at her, “I fuckin’ love eating pussy, but yours is the only one I’m gonna eat for the rest of my life.”

YFN laughed “A proposal wasn’t part of my fantasy… Jesus christ Bobby… No one has any idea… You are…” and she stopped and took a deep breath.

Bob fixed her clothing and wiped his face with a handkerchief he had in his jeans, because of course he was always prepared. As he rose to his feet, he suddenly felt vulnerable, and was worried that YFN only liked this side of him and wouldn’t like his usual shy, awkward personality.

YFN must have sensed the change in him. She kissed him sweetly “As much as I enjoyed drunk dirty Bobby. I can’t wait spend time with and be with regular Robert Floyd. I’ve already had a glimpse of him today and he’s sweet and funny and smart and I already really like him a lot. And hopefully he’ll like regular old me too once he gets to know me.” she said smiling fondly at Bob.

Bob cupped her face in his hands and smiled widely at her “Regular me likes all of you very much and I can’t wait to get to know you better.” And he leaned in to kiss her when a loud crashing noise interrupted.

……..

YFN and Bob rushed back downstairs to find the group of pilots minus Payback still drinking and dancing around to ‘Fire in the Twilight’ by Wang Chung, another song from the soundtrack.

They cheered when they saw them, and Rooster who was grinding on Hangman, called out “Hey Bobby boy! Did you slip her the hot beef injection?”

Bob and YFN laughed but ignored him.

Instead YFN asked about the loud noise by quoting “What was that ruckus?”

“Uh, what ruckus?”

“Could you describe the ruckus, sir?”

Coyote and Fanboy giggled drunkenly, as they recounted the scene in the movie word for word.

“Seriously what was it?” Bob laughed as Phoenix danced over to them and handed them both a new fruity creation care of Coyote.

Bob watched as Hangman did a drunken slut drop in front of his boyfriend and laughed loudly “That was me, I broke a table.”

Bob snorted and wondered how long YFN and him had been gone, they were still pretty drunk even after their activities, but the rest of the group was now completely shitfaced.

YFN let out a breezy laugh and downed her drink in a few large gulps “Looks like we have a bit of catching up to do!”

Bob smiled widely and chugged his drink quickly before grabbing both YFN and Phoenix and twirling them around to the music.

Payback stumbled back into the room with pizza boxes and a tray of sushi. Bob had no idea how he’d managed to get food delivered to an old, closed library.

“Ah lovers, just in time!” he cheered when he saw YFN and Bob.

The group descended on the food. Bob hadn’t realised how hungry he was until the waft of the pizza hit his nostrils.

Hangman stared at Fanboy in horror at his choice of meal “Sushi?”

“Come on man try it!” Fanboy smiled pushing a piece of it in his direction.

“Gross no. I’m from Texas.” Hangman blanched. He all of a sudden barked out a laugh and said, “You won’t accept my tongue in your mouth, and you’re going to eat that?”

YFN snorted at the reference.

“Can I eat?” Fanboy chuckled.

“I don’t know. Give it a try.” Hangman laughed as he tore into a piece of pizza.

……..

The food and the fact that the alcohol finally ran out helped ensure the group didn’t become an absolute fucking mess.

For the rest of the afternoon they continued to dance and talk and laugh. Phoenix had even found makeup from somewhere and gave Hangman and Rooster makeovers.

Bob sat on the floor with YFN between his legs, enjoying the feeling of her curled up against him. He had thought he was content with his life, just being on the periphery of groups of people and working hard at his job. But today, he felt genuinely happy. He’d allowed himself to open up and felt the love of this group of people. He was a little worried that once the buzz of the booze wore off that it might change.

“So, tomorrow when we’re not drunk...what happens?” he mused out loud to no one in particular.

“Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?” Payback answered him.

“Yeah.” Bob said quietly and YFN turned her body around from her position between his legs and gave him a sweet kiss.

A very pretty Hangman hollered “Hell yeah, we’re friends! No one can normally stand me, so I’ve never really had many friends except for Javy here.” giving Coyote a big hug.

Rooster plonked himself next to Bob and put his arm around him and said genuinely “We’re friends alright. You gonna go back into stealth pilot mode and not talk again? Cause we’ve started to fall in love with you Bobby and would miss it if you went back into that shell.”

Rooster patted him on the back and got up and returned to his boyfriend. Bob chucked at Rooster’s assessment of the situation, half because it was true and half because it was hard to take someone with such a manly moustache seriously when it was paired bright blue eyeshadow and red lipstick.

“He’s right Bobby. You know my deepest secrets now and I am in the market for a best friend who also doubles as the best backseater I’ve ever had.” Phoenix added sincerely.

Bob smiled at her and he could see the others all nodding in agreement.

YFN wrapped her arms around Bob and whispered into his ear “And I’m not going anywhere. I’ve only just got a taste of Robert Floyd and I already I want more.”

Bob laughed loudly and planted a big sloppy kiss on her as the pilots he now could call his friends, catcalled them.

Bob wondered how and why Maverick thought basing his training on an 80’s teen drama would work, but the answer was it didn’t matter, because it did work. Maverick and his infinite wisdom had helped create a tight knit team who would support each other and do anything for one another. Plus he’d scored a blowjob and potential girlfriend out of it.

Bob didn’t want Mav’s hard work to go unrecognised, so he set about finding some paper and a pen to write the essay he’d asked for.

……..

After they’d cleaned up their mess, they waited outside the library for Maverick. He arrived sometime later to pick them all up and got out of the rented van and walked towards them. Bob thought he looked completely puzzled by what he saw, and he didn’t blame the man, it was a completely different group to the one he had left that morning.

Payback, Fanboy and Coyote still a little buzzed, walked to the van high fiving a startled Maverick on the way past. Bob laughed as his face changed from slight confusion to completely dumfounded as a fully made-up Hangman and Rooster almost skipped towards the van while holding hands. Rooster stopped to clap his hand on his pseudo uncle’s shoulder while Hangman kissed Rooster’s cheek, leaving the older man in complete shock.

A tipsy Phoenix ran up and hugged a bewildered Maverick and Bob with his arm around YFN approached him with wide smiles on their faces.

“You ok Mav?” YFN asked him sweetly and he just nodded dumbly as Bob nuzzled her hair. Bob handed him a folded piece of paper before being heading toward the van to join the others, YFN tucked tightly to his side.

……..

Maverick had no idea what the hell was happening, but he opened the piece of paper in his hand to read it. It said…

‘Dear Maverick, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole day off together. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you what it means to be a team. You saw what we could be, before we did. So in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions, what we found out is although we are different, we are a team, a family and we will be there for one another no matter what. And you are part of our family too. We now know that each one of us is a shy nerd, and a hard ass, and a cocky bastard, a lover, and a joker. I hope that answers that your question. Sincerely yours, The Dagger Club.’

“What the fuck?!” Maverick said to no one at all, and he turned around and shouted at the kids in the van “Are you telling me that shit actually worked?” as they laughed hysterically and started playing Simple Minds ‘Don’t you forget about me’ loudly on the stereo in the van.

Goose and Ice would be proud of him. Maverick was so happy that Rooster and the rest of the kids finally got it and he was fucking ecstatic to get Cyclone off his goddamn case. God, he loved John Hughes, Maverick thought as he shook his head, smiling widely.

Maybe he’d watch ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’ or ‘Pretty In Pink’ tonight for more ideas, just in case.

……..

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Thank you @wealreadywentdownontheship for commissioning their OC and swapfell pap in a WILD WEST scenario.... how did you know I was desperately hyperfixating on the wild west...... magic

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Though there was the faintest streak of light blue on the eastern horizon, it was still gloomy in the camp. A few stubborn stars remained at the top of the sky- they refused to be chased out of their spots until the very traces of night were gone.

Illa was always amazed at how quiet the camp could be, so early in the morning. Through the whole day and even late into the evening, it felt like there was no end to the tasks that needed to be done- no end to the talking, drinking, gambling and fighting. A natural consequence of being surrounded by outlaws, she supposed.

... Yet now, in the darkness just before the sun broke over the hills... everybody was asleep. It was so quiet, as if not a single soul resided in that cluster of hastily pitched tents and flimsy wooden card-playing tables.

She trudged through the silence, to a little ways out from camp, and a dead tree sitting a few feet from where the ground started to slope down toward the valley in the east- a canteen in one hand and a shawl across her shoulders. Flint had set up a small blanket across the dusty ground.

She guided herself over to him via the dim light emanating from his lit cigarette.

... He looked up, at the sound of her approaching. His eyelight, a deep royal purple, cut through the gloomy twilight like a needle.

“hey darlin’.” He said, as she sat. He didn’t waste any time in tucking his arm around her. His voice was low and raspy, a combination of the very early morning, and the numerous cigarettes he’d probably already smoked before she arrived. “glad you could make it.”

She wanted to make a comment about it being ‘too early’, but she knew he’d make fun of her for complaining about the sunrise being early. She leant against his shoulder. His presence was welcome.

“Have you been out here long?” She asked. She wanted to complain about the smell of his cigarettes... but ultimately, the desire to not make a fuss won over.

“nope.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“not at all.”

Illa was cold. But... well, she didn’t mind. Considering how horrendously hot the midday could get, this far west, she did her best to savour the frosty nights.

A line of orange had now appeared, across the eastern horizon. The sunrise- the reason she got up so damn early. Though she was near-sighted, it didn’t really matter. The colours of the sunrise didn’t require perfect vision to enjoy.

“... didn’t know you enjoyed coffee.” He said.

Illa glanced down at the canteen cradled in her lap. How did he know it was coffee? He was too perceptive for his own good.

“I... don’t actually enjoy it.” She admitted. “I don’t like the smell.”

Flint gave her a funny look. “... why drink it, then?”

“It’s the only way I’ll be able to stay awake later.”

“yer a strange one, darlin'. could i have some?”

“Don’t poison it.” She said, only half jokingly, passing it to him.

Time seemed to slip by strangely, at sunrise, she was aware of very little but the feeling of Flint's sleeve against her cheek and the way the light spread. Soft blues spread up, slowly creeping up and over their heads, finally snuffing out those final stubborn stars- the layer of orange on the horizon picked up a glow like one might see in the hot coals of a campfire.

So peaceful.

“... you don’t have to get up, later.” Flint said. She wasn’t sure why this particular topic had caught his attention so much. “could sleep in. i know i will.”

“I’m useless enough around camp without sleeping late.” She mumbled.

... He gave her another look. At least he seemed to find her funny today. “yer not useless.”

She took the coffee back, withholding the many sarcastic quips that rose to mind. As much as she liked Flint, and as much as she enjoyed their unofficial ‘relationship’... she really didn’t trust a single word that came out of his mouth.

Nobody with half a brain would.

“i’m serious.”

“All I do is pick up the crappy lil’ odd jobs that nobody else wants to do.” The valley was visible now, shadows beginning to stretch long across the land. “I’m hardly essential.”

His voice was soft. “but if you didn’t pick up those jobs, nobody would. y’know little things pile up.”

“... Alright, what’s with all the buttering me up?” It was her turn to give him a look. “You want something?”

Flint’s grin lifted. Despite being much more suited to night, he still looked handsome, in the early glow. “dang, am i really that untrustworthy? can’t even try to make you feel better without there being some ulterior motive?”

She rolled her eyes, settling back against his shoulder.

If one didn’t know Flint, it was easy to get swept up in his charm. It was easy to look at the twinkle in his eyelight, the smile on his face, and think there was a special place in his heart for you.

... But Illa knew him better than that. She’d seen the way his softness could disappear on command. She’d seen him deliberately sowing chaos, pitting people against one another for his own enjoyment. She’d seen him smile at someone like they were his closest friend in the world... then pour poison in their glass as soon as they turned.

He acted like he liked her. But he also often acted like he was too good for her... which left her very much doubtful of the former. She doubted he had much affection for anyone- why he played around with her, she had no idea. Perhaps she had something he wanted. Someone to toy with, someone nearby to flirt with. Perhaps there was some surface level attraction, or perhaps he just enjoyed the way she couldn’t help but get jealous when he gave attention to other women.

Illa couldn’t help but like him. And she couldn’t help being a people pleaser, doing what she could to keep him around. But... she was very much prepared for when he’d lose interest, and drop her like everyone else did.

She didn’t fool herself into thinking he liked her too.

“what’s a guy gotta do to convince you you’re useful?”

“Hush already.” She said, done with that particular subject. “I’m watching the sunrise.”

... Illa didn’t see the flicker across his face. He quickly covered it up.

“i love when yer mean to me.”

“Is that so?” The sky was almost entirely orange now, bathing them both in a golden glow.

“proves you like me more than everyone else.” He flicked away some cigarette ash. “yer usually such a polite doormat.”

“... Charming.”

... The top of the sun finally broke the horizon. Illa immediately felt its warmth. Her favourite part of the sunrise was over, now, and she knew she now needed to start making peace with the day’s oncoming heat.

“I should get goin’.” She said, reluctantly pulling herself away from him, and to her feet. She took off her shawl, rolling it up into an easy-to-manage ball. “I got the feelin’ it’s gonna be pretty damn hot today.”

Flint gazed up at her. “... one day, darlin’, i’ll manage to getcha to stay with me for the whole sunrise.”

...

... In her head, Illa laughed in his face. “You really think I’m that gullible? You really think you can say a few romantic words to me, and fool me like all the rest of your collection of broken hearts? Give it up. I know better. Just because I wish you cared about me as much as I care about you, doesn’t mean I’m going to swoon right into your open jaws.”

... But in reality, she just smiled. Because that kind of thing was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Sure. Maybe.”

#commissions #a bit angsty this one #but with some faint whiffs of a happy ending #just how i like it >:)

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Thoughts on Grahamfield?

Thank you for an interesting question. I'm going to split my answer into two parts - first my thoughts on Warren himself and then my thoughts on shipping him with Max.

I like Warren, if only for the fact that on two separate occasions he helped Max when she was in a tough spot.

The confrontation between Max and Nathan at the parking lot in Episode 1 could've easily turned out to be deadly. Most likely, Nathan was still armed. We know he didn't throw his gun away after running from the bathroom, because he had the exact same pistol on him in Episode 4. Which also goes to show he would go around campus armed.

So if Warren hadn't tackled Nathan to the ground, allowing Max to hop into Chloe's truck, it's very likely Nathan would've pulled his gun out to threaten Max with and then shot her, just like he had shot Chloe. Only this time there would be no one to rewind the murder.

The confrontation in Episode 4, in the boys' dorms, was even more likely to have a fatal result. We know for a fact that Nathan was armed. This time it was Chloe acting as a distraction, pushing Nathan away long enough for the cavalry, in the form of Warren, to come to the rescue. Had it not been for them, Max would've likely been murdered by Nathan.

I think it's interesting that on both of those occasions Warren acted in tandem with Chloe. I don't think that takes away from Warren's or Chloe's efforts. Helping others is not a zero-sum game, where only one person can get the credit. And I think it's only fitting that a kind person like Max, who cares about others, has other people coming to her aid when she in turn needs it.

I will always appreciate Warren for giving Nathan a well-deserved beating. Remember, the confrontation in the dorms takes place mere minutes after Max finds in Nathan's drawer the horrifying picture of unconscious Chloe, which Nathan kept as a revolting souvenir. At that point, neither Max nor the player (if you play for the first time) knows why Nathan went around drugging and kidnapping girls. So the implications of the picture were obvious and horrifying. When you heard Chloe and Kate tell about their encounters with Nathan for the first time, wasn't your takeaway that he attempted to date rape Chloe and date raped Kate? What other explanation there could be for a boy drugging girls unconscious and bringing them to a secluded location? And the revelation that Nathan "only" wanted to take pictures doesn't make his attempted kidnapping of Chloe any less fucked up. At that point he had already killed Rachel by overdosing her. So despite the crocodile tears he recorded in Max's voice mail, he didn't mind the possibility of overdosing yet another girl for the purposes of his "art". Why would he mind it? This time it wouldn't be his friend, just some "whore".

So I will always think kindly of Warren, if only for the fact that he gave Nathan a little bit of his own medicine. That the made Nathan feel just as powerless as Nathan did to his victims.

I guess you could say that Warren's fights with Nathan were motivated by his desire to impress Max (in the parking lot) and to avenge his wounded male pride (in the dorms). But I think it would be an extremely uncharitable interpretation. Even if the abovementioned emotions factored into his actions, that doesn't change the fact he did help Max on those occasions.

I always find it funny that the dynamic between Max, Warren and Brooke is a representation of the "high school boy is trying to win over the affection of a beautiful girl but is completely oblivious that a cute nerdy girl in glasses is totally into him". I love the fact that in this context it makes Max into the "popular girl". Honestly, the best case scenario would be Warren finally seeing the writing on the wall and realizing how lucky he is to have someone as cool as Brooke crushing on him. And for some reason he really has trouble realizing that. Even in the alternate timeline he's dating Stella. I ship Warren with Brooke, mainly for her sake. That girl is a go-getter. She set her mind on something and is reaching for it. That always warrants my respect.

A thing I like about Warren is that he can be a gracious loser and that's an increasingly rare talent. After Chloe texted him about Max kissing her, he texted Max saying: "Your friend Chloe txtd me that I'm out of the loop now. She sounds hot so I get why. Now I get why you didn't want to 'Go Ape' with me. You should go with Chloe". Seriously, he took that like a champ, on the chin.

Some fans consider Warren to be “creepy” or even “stalkerish”. The most convincing piece of evidence supporting this accusation is him waiting outside Max’s dorm at the beginning of Episode 2. If Max walks over to the window quickly enough, she can see Warren peeking from behind corner, looking at the dorm door, almost certainly in anticipation of Max walking out, to chat her up.

Honestly, I don’t think this is such a damning piece of evidence. Yeah, he wanted to invite her to the movies. Would it be any different if he sought her out during the day, at school? I also don't find his behaviour around Max in general to be inappropriate or creepy. Awkward, perhaps. We need to keep in mind that it's not like at that point he had been hounding Max for months, refusing to take no for an answer. At the beginning of Season 1, they had known each other for no longer than a month (Max had just moved back into town at the start of the school year and it was only October). Their interactions so far involved him borrowing Max his movie stash and them exchanging some text messages (well, at one point it devolved into him sending text messages and Max not responding). I really don't think that at that point him trying to ask her out is somehow inappropriate or pushing.

There's also the shrine in Warren's locker Max can find in her nightmare. In my mind the nightmare represents a twisted version of reality, shaped solely by Max's fears and doubts. The opposite of how Max truly feels and thinks. Just like we shouldn't believe the lies told about Chloe by "Other Max", I don't think that we should treat the shrine in Warren's locker as some revelation.

I think it needs to be said - an unrequited crush doesn't make you a creep. It seems that Warren has a genuine crush on Max (I hesitate to call it love, because in Season 1 they had known each other for a month and they hadn't even been on a single date yet). But even if you see Max didn't return his feelings (I sure see it that way, based on the totality of interactions between them), that doesn't make him a stalker or a creep. If you disregard BtS (where Rachel was equally as interested in pursuing Chloe romantically, if not more, as Chloe was interested in her) and only take into account Season 1, then it is clear that while Chloe was deeply in love with Rachel, Rachel only saw her as a friend. But it would be wrong and unfair to say that Chloe was a creep for being head over heels in love with her friend who didn't love her back. It would be wrong and unfair to say that Chloe's monthslong search for Rachel wasn't a proof of her genuine friendship, loyalty and commitment to Rachel, because she had unrequited love for her, which somehow tainted her motives. I think the same reasoning should apply to Warren.

Now let's move on to the ship itself. Having said all that, that I like Warren, that I don't think he's a creep and that I think his crush on Max was genuine, I see no way for Grahamfield to work, if we're sticking to the events of the game.

In the Bae ending, even if the love between Max and Chloe remained purely platonic (the last diary entry before the final choice is always, regardless of player choices, Max saying that Chloe is like family to her and that she's about to find out if what's between them is love or friendship - so let's consider a timeline where Max decides Chloe is like a sister, not like a girlfriend to her), then the Grahamfield ship still would have zero chances of ever floating, for the simple reason that one half of it is dead.

And in the Bay ending, I can't imagine Max ever ending up with Warren. Bay Max has just killed her best friend by pushing her back in front of a barrel of a gun. The friend whose last words were always that she loved Max ("I love you, Max. See you around" if you overdose her in Episode 4, "I'll always love you" if you sacrifice her in Episode 5, she always says that regardless of player choices). Max immediately seeking solace in the arms of a boy she barely knows, that she hasn't even been on a single date with, would be extremely out of character for her. And I don't think she would be interested in pursuing Warren at a later date. She would always have at the back of her mind that he's among the people she killed Chloe for. I think that would poison any chance at a relationship.

A few months ago I exchanged comments with another LiS player regarding the ending. They told me that they sacrificed Chloe, because they preferred Max to end up with Warren. Granted, they were more of a casual player - they admitted to not reading Max's diary, not even a little bit. But even if you disregard the diary and even if you interpret the relationship between Max and Chloe as purely platonic, at least from Max's side, I can't imagine Max ever thinking like that. Wouldn't that be a totally unhinged way of thinking? Sacrificing a life long best friend for a boy that you've met a month ago, that you haven't even been on a single date with? Who is basically a stranger that you know very little about?

In a timeline with no Storm or in which Warren survives the Storm, I can easily see him and Max becoming friends, if only for their shared taste in movies.

In a timeline with no Storm AND in which Max's feelings for Chloe are different from the ones she expresses in game (in her dialogues, internal monologues and diary entries) I can imagine Max and Warren going on dates. Whether that would result in a relationship or not is impossible to say, because we have never even seen them on a single date. Maybe they would immediately hit it off. Or maybe after fifteen minutes they would both be tired of each other. Who knows?

So back to the question of how I feel about Grahamfield - even though I don't ship that particular ship, it doesn't offend my sensibilities. The only ships that offend my sensibilities are those which pair up abusers with their victims, which is clearly not the case here. But I just don't see that ship happening if we stick by canon events. If we imagine some sort of alternate universe, divergent from canon in the ways I described above, then I guess that could work.

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