#that's why the anatomy and the hands are kinda off rip

[cokalee]

Happy birthday Xiao!!

#Xiao #xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin impact #gi #long time no xiao... #actually this piece is more than a year old now #it was made for a zine that fell through #that's why the anatomy and the hands are kinda off rip #i should draw him again... it's been so long

[rollinouttahere-writes]

So. It's kinda random but what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Y/n who is an artist? And maybe one day they saw how Y/n drew one of them but doesn't want to show any?

Let me see!

Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader

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It was rare to get any time to yourself around here. Ever since you got mixed in with the Strawhat Crew, you felt like you always had someone attached to your hip or hovering over your shoulder. This made indulging in your personal hobbies difficult. Granted, it’s not like any of them would stop you from doing it, but you wanted to keep at least one thing for yourself.

Today was one of those instances where you were actually being left alone. You’re not sure how it happened this time. Maybe they all thought you were already spending time with someone else. Whatever, you’re not about to waste these precious moments pondering it.

Quietly slipping into your room, you pull your sketchbook and utensils out of their hiding spot. You curled up in your bed and flipped through the book until you found a blank page. Twirling the pencil between your fingers, you contemplate what to draw.

Despite your.. Complicated relationship with the crew, you couldn’t help but be inspired by them. Well, artistically speaking at least. They were constantly doing all these incredible feats and looking cool as hell while doing it. That, and it’s not like you saw much else besides them anyways.

After mulling it over, you start sketching, having decided on drawing Luffy today. He was an incredibly fun person to draw, what with his admittedly adorable baby face and his cartoonish anatomy. 

It didn’t take long for you to really get into the zone and be only focused on putting new lines onto the sheet of paper. You’re so focused that you don’t hear the door to your room open, nor the sound of sandals slapping across the floor until it’s too late.

“(Y/N)! Why are you hiding in here, I’ve been looking for you!” Luffy giddily rushed towards your bed and threw himself onto it, and subsequently you.

Frantically, you try to hide the sketch book under the covers, but he already saw it. Perking up, he tries snatching it out of your hand, “C’mon, why are you reading a book when you could be playing with me?!” 

Yes! You might be able to get out of this yet. If he thinks it’s a book, he definitely won’t try to read it and discover what it really is. “I like reading, Luffy. I just want to curl up with a good book once in a while,” as you’re saying this, you narrowly avoid letting it fall into his grabby hands, and slip it underneath yourself to sit on it.

He pouts and rests his face on his hands, still focused on the book, “Is it really that good that you want to read it more than hang out with me?”

You cringe a bit at how pointed the question was. There was no good answer here. Either you say no and he’ll immediately drag you off, or you say yes and run the risk of hurting his feelings. Then you’ll have to deal with a temper tantrum from him, and being admonished by the rest of the crew for being mean. “It’s not about it being better than hanging out with you, I can like doing more things you know.”

Luffy huffs at your indirect answer and begins tugging on the book again, “What’s it’s even about then?”

Oh shit. Um. Hm. Now you need to improvise. “It’s about,” you dart your eyes around looking for any inspiration to help you out. You’re in a plain room on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and of course the plot of literally every book you’ve ever read has completely vacated your brain.

You were apparently taking too long to tell him, so he just ripped it out from under you to investigate himself. “It can’t be that good if it’s that hard to explain. Why would you-” Luffy’s sentence died on his tongue as he opens it, right onto a picture of himself.

Panicking, you launch yourself onto his back in a desperate attempt to confiscate it, but he simply stretches his arms to keep it out of reach.

“This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me you could draw so good?” Much to your chagrin, he starts flipping through it, now seeing sketches of the other members, too.

“Luffy! Give that back! I didn’t say you could look at that!” Blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment of being caught.

He peers over his shoulder at you, looking bewildered at your statement, “What’s the big deal? Don’t you want to share your talent?”

“No, I don’t! Just give it back and don’t tell anyone about it! Please!” You scrambled off the bed and leapt for the book, but he just snapped his arms back and continued the game of keep away.

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of your words and actions. His eyes suddenly widened and he grinned as something clicked for him, “Oh I get it! You don’t know how good these are! You just need some help realizing it!” With that, he took off out of your room, sketchbook in hand.

“Get back here!” You sprinted after him, hoping you could get it back before he showed everyone, but deep down you knew it was already too late.

You were at a massive disadvantage here. Luffy was fast, especially when he had something he wasn’t supposed to. By the time you make it onto the deck, you’re horrified to see he’s already acquired an audience. Nami and Robin were seated at the table, with Sanji serving them some tea and snacks (which were currently being inhaled by Luffy while they were distracted by the book).

“You aren’t supposed to see that!” You hope that you’ll be able to get it out of Robin’s hands, but Luffy wraps one of his arms around you, leaving you immobilized at his side. Before you could beg them to please put it down, Luffy shoves a tiny cake into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Go back a page, I think I saw one of me!” Nami was pestering Robin and trying to get it to herself, but any attempts at grabbing it were thwarted by an arm sprouting from the table and swatting her hands away. 

“In a minute, Nami, I’ll let you see when I’m finished,” Robin was entirely unbothered by her pleas (and yours), choosing to casually flip through each and every page with a small smile on her face.

Sanji was looking over them, smiling at the artwork, and was the first to acknowledge that you were standing right there. “These are incredible, though I’m not surprised that you would be so talented~!”

The sweet and genuine compliment almost made you cave in to accepting the situation, but you dismissed it. Swallowing the cake, you can finally speak again, “Please stop looking at that, I don’t like people looking at my sketchbook!” Especially not when the people in question kidnapped you and are actively holding you hostage.

“Oh? Are you shy about it? How cute,” Robin teased.

“It’s not-” you were once again cut off by another cake being stuffed into your mouth.

“What are you guys all looking at?” Chopper was now approaching with Usopp not far behind. Great. Why not just let everyone see it! 

Robin flipped to a page with Chopper on it and showed it to him, “(Y/N), took the time to draw all of us, it seems.”

Chopper’s eyes sparkled at the drawing, and against all logic he was somehow blushing??? “Oh I don’t look all cutesy like that, you jerk!” His dopey smile easily contradicted his words.

“I didn’t know you were also an artist. You should have told me sooner, I could’ve been teaching you! I’ll have you know I’ve tutored many famous artists! In fact, this reminds me- You drew me too?!” Usopp’s tale is cut short when Robin shows him a sketch of himself. 

You finally stop struggling, instead choosing to flop against Luffy in defeat. What’s the point? Damn near everyone has already seen it, you’re sure Zoro will wander on over here soon enough anyways. 

Upon feeling you give up, Luffy lets go and looks very pleased with himself. He unceremoniously shoves the little remaining food into his mouth and runs off calling for Zoro while Sanji gives chase, scolding him for eating all the food.

You just stood there, not knowing what else you could do. With Luffy gone, everyone else was crowding around you, lavishing you with compliments and asking questions all at once. You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, all you could do was sulk as the last thing that you had just to yourself was taken away and thrown out into the open.

It was bound to happen eventually, you suppose.

#one piece #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #sanji #black leg sanji #nami #usopp #tony tony chopper #nico robin #emtynessinmyworld #cat burglar nami

[ja3hwa]

Congratulations on 3K my love, it's rightfully early and I'm so happy to be a moot and read your talented writing.

Can I please request...Jongho and the prompts:

52: Maybe you should just give up

23: I can't wait to take this off you

Thank you lovely!!

Prompts : As Listed Above^^

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Running for most of the night, you seek a safe haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  5.96k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Fake Angst, Fluff.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (FreedomFighter) Criminal!Jongho x Runaway!Reader (She/Her Female Anatomy Used)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Dystopian world. LORE ACCURATE! Jongho is viewed as a criminal, but he's more of an anarchist. Making out. Dry humping. Knife play. Lingerie. Unprotected sex. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Run in with the law. Criminal activity. Big beefy Jongho. Fake non-con (dub-con)Nipple play. Use of the word slut. Pussy torture. Mention of subspace. Climaxing without penetration. Crying (slight dacryaphilia). Ripping of clothing. Sir kink. Mean-ish Dom/sub dynamics. Multiple orgasms.

Note : I went a little overboard with this one, and I have no clue why. It just kinda grabbed a hold of me. But I hope you enjoy it, my darlings ♡♡

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You ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Running through the quiet streets, the moon only just lighting your way. Your hand gripped the poles to a barrier of some kind, pulling yourself up with momentum before not so gracefully swinging over the barbed fencing. You didn’t look back, not wanting to see how close the two very ample men chased you. You swore over and over in your head as you thought for a second about which direction will shake them from your tail. In truth, this was completely your fault. You had to open your stupid mouth about freedom and down with the government towards one of those freaky men in all white. And now he called his hounds on you. Typical. Two very shivery-looking cops. Pigs….

“Shit…” You mumbled finding yourself in a dead end, not knowing what to do. That was until your eyes spotted a glint of light, a mechanic shop that seemly was still open. Better that than getting caught. You thought, jogging over, making sure no one spots you. There was a car covered in a tarp in the centre of the shop floor, with tools and machines scattered around it. Who would be working on a customer's car this late? Another thought wondered in your mind as you tilted your head to the right slightly. You walked carefully through the shop, past all the tools. Making sure not to hit the car on the way through. You notice a door in the back, thinking the worker was possibly behind it. A decision came to mind, knock and ask nicely for the worker to help, or… force them to help you. 

God, when did you become such a bad person? Forcing someone into helping you? How could you even begin to think of such a thing? 

“Is there a reason why a cute thing like yourself is doing in my shop late at night?” A deep voice echoed around you, making your body shiver and your brain near short circuit. Turning quickly you see a man standing next to the covered car, leaning against it with his large arms crossed. You go to open your mouth when your eyes glance over the piece of the cloth on the car that was tugged upwards from the strange man leaning against it. That when you noticed what type of car it was…. it was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I gonna have to arrest you and ‘terrogate it out of you?” His accent caught you off guard, making you take a step back almost bumping into a rack of equipment. The blue and red stripes that decorate the car, and the badge that hangs on his pants just hiding under his mechanic jacket.

“You’re a…” Your eyes were glued to his badge. He took notice, looking down himself with a sly smirk. His hand pulls his jacket up so he could pull the badge off his belt.

“A cop?” He tilted his head while waving the gold emblem in your face slightly. You felt your throat go dry, not only had you spent the last hour running from cops, but now you had run straight into the lion's den. Your doe eyes scattered around the room, trying to look for a way out and before you could notice, the strange tall man stepped towards you. His tongue clicks, scanning your features. You were definitely beautiful and… different. He has never met a woman in trouble with the law before. So, of course, you intrigued him. “Maybe you should stop running. Or I might just cuff you and make you give up.”

You visibly gulped, feeling so small in power compared to him. Your eyes snapped from his to gaze down his broad body towering over you. You can smell his vanilla musk cologne making your head spin in the best way. You were falling slowly into his seductive trap and he was excited about it.

“You’re not a typical cop…” You scanned the badge a little more intensely and notice the number on it was forged. A very good one at that but no good enough to fool someone like you. It finally clicked in your head who he could be. You’ve heard about a group of criminals as the government calls them. But they were more like freedom fighters, anarchists…. So He was a good guy? Right?

“No, I’m not.” He chuckled darkly, feeling himself go crazy at the innocence that spilled off your tongue. You were like a little bunny, running right into a wolf trap. Scared but just as intrigued as him.

“I think she went this way!!” A loud voice echoed into the shop, making you start to panic. You needed to leave, to hide. Maybe run? The man in front of you suddenly took a step back, walking quickly over to the door to what you thought was an office. He tilted his head with a hurried ‘in here’. you moved into the room seeing it was in fact an office, but there was a little couch that had seemly been turned into a bed. It was messy, papers scattered everywhere, but you couldn’t care about anything at the moment, only worrying about the actual cops that had been chasing you for most of the night.

Two guards stop outside the shop, inspecting it. But before they could enter any further, your stranger stepped out. “Can I help you, boys?” He chucked a have-ass smile while rubbing his hands against a dirty oil.

“Who are you?” “Where’s Mr Alexander..” “You’re not the normal mechanic.” “Have you seen a woman run past here?”

“Guys, chill. I’m John.” The stranger that seemed to be named John, shook his head trying to calm the pigs down. “Alex is sick currently so I’ve taken over.” he gave both men a devilish smile, seemingly making both men calm down. He then directed them in a direction towards the far city border, saying he did hear some faint women's voice echoing down those particular streets. And so, off they went, disappearing into the night. 

“John huh…” You spoke, leaning against the door frame seeing the men have finally left and you were in the clear. John turned around and rubbed the back of his neck slightly giving you a softened look.

“Actually John is not my name. But I don’t need them knowing who I really am.”

You took a step forward, nodding a bit, while crossing your arms in front of your chest almost like you were trying to protect yourself. you held off your question for a moment watching as he took a step forward, inching ever closer to you. Like it was an unspoken rule to be close to one another. Like a pull of some sort, making sure neither of you were too far from the other.

“Then what do I call my saviour then?” you tried to laugh a little in order to make light of your awkwardness. Which seemed to work as he too laughed slightly. 

“Jongho….Choi Jongho…”His gummy smile made your heart flutter.

“Cute.” You spoke without thinking suddenly catching yourself out. “I-uh… I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, mind completely going blank. He seemed to notice, taking another step forward, daring his chances. He wants to see how close he could exactly get to you. And with every short step, it's proven you aren't afraid of him. In fact it seemed like you were more enticed, slipping into a slumber of calmness around both of you.

“Not as cute as yours is, I assume.” He pushed even further noticing a blush paint your features, decorating your precious ears. You didn’t notice at first, but his body was almost flushed against yours. But neither of you felt the need to move away from one another. Like you two had spent forever being close and never apart. His hands dared to touch you, wanting to feel the softness of your skin. 

“My name is…” His eyes drew to your lips as you spoke your name.

“Like I thought…” His fingers, grabbed a piece of hair that layed on your face, pushing it behind your ear “Cute.” Jongho said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He was all sharp angles, his jaw looking like it was carved from steel. Even his eyes looked so harsh as he stared down at you. The world around you seemed to disappear like all the wrongs and time have stopped.

His eyes grew darker, feeling a sense of need or want. He needed to touch you and wanted to have you. A shiver threatened to wrack your body at the way his lips wrapped into a smile of affirmation, the hint of warmth and lust seeping into his tone. It was enough to have sparks flaring to your core, but you tamped them down immediately, your face trying to remain unphased.

Jongho’s grin ticked up higher as he could somehow read your thoughts, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held a hand out to you, before whispering to you, “Come with me,” he murmured, the snap of a command in his tone.

Nervously, you slid your fingers into his grasp, feeling the callouses of his palm rub against the smoothness of your own. Another shiver slipped down your spine. Your legs felt weak beneath your weight and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled slightly as he pulled you along towards the back room. 

Once inside he pulled you close to himself, letting your hands fall to press against his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath his jacket. His arms went around your waist, steadying you and drawing you closer. Looking up into Jongho’s face, you caught him staring down at you with hunger. Heat began to rise in your tummy, your body catching on before your mind. Leaning further against his chest without another thought. You were lost in his touch, his scent, but a moment later, his voice interrupted your staring.

“Didn’t think a woman who ran like you did to get here would be so unsteady on her feet,” Jongho murmured, a teasing smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Locking your knees, you try to make sure you didn’t stumble again. His sharp eyes were watching you closely, a smile so mischievous, his white teeth flashing making you gulp in anticipation. 

“You know I couldn’t help but think the moment I saw you tonight was how I can’t wait to take this off you.” He spoke his lustful promise in a deep tone while his fingers dance along the fabric of your top. Then he grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into his arms again. You fell into him, pressing flush against his body and feeling the bulge of his erection against your stomach. “Should I show you now—spread you out and make you cum on my cock on my office table?”

You gasped in irony, spitting out, “You wouldn’t dare.” Jerking a hand free in a cheeky manner from where he’d pinned them to your sides. Jongho smiled slowly, his expression all teeth and hunger as need sparked in his eyes. It seemed he intended to take your words as a challenge because, in the next breath, he was walking you backwards until you hit the office desk with the back of your knees. You didn’t fight against him, letting the lustfulness take hold of you. Wetness pooling between your thighs while you gripped against his muscled chest, your own desire growing with each breath you took.

Your tall stranger reached behind you, pressing his chest to you, his eyes drilling into yours, and cleared off the table with one clean sweep of his arm making papers and whatever else fall off around the room. “Is that a challenge honey? You want me a stranger to take you? Use you? Fuck you nice and hard?” he said, his words rumbling in his chest, the vibration teasing through your body. He had a determined look on his face and, at that moment, you thought he looked a bit like a god himself. He was eternal in your eyes.

“It’s a promise…” You whispered, feeling his gaze sweep down your body, hunger painting his face. Before you could start to squirm and add to your fake protest, he pushed you down on the office counter fully, covering your body with his own, and pressing you into the hardwood. He pinned your hands above your head, his hips settling against yours, his hardness flushing against your softness.

“Just wait and see then my honey—I always keep my promises.” With that, he placed his soft mouth against yours, taking your lips in a fierce kiss.

His lips pressed and tugged on your own, coaxing you with brutal diligence. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, working you slowly. You gave in to him quickly almost forgetting you were supposed to have resistance from him. Your legs shifted, your knees widening as he slid between them, settling heavily into the cradle of your thighs. His hard, thick cock pressed to your heated core and a breathy moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You were lost to sensation, pleasure overwhelming your mind as you melted beneath your oh-so-friendly stranger. The corners of Jongho’s mouth tipped up as he pressed his advantage, grinding his hips into the opening from your thighs, gifting more gasps and moans from you. He slid his hands up from your wrists, tangling with your fingers even as he kept you pinned to the table, his lips working against yours perfectly. He fucked your mouth with his tongue and rocked his cock against your clit, taking possession of your body. 

It felt as though your mind had lost control of your body. Your thighs spreading wider and your knees climbed Jongho’s sides in haste, opening yourself up for him more willingly. Your fingers squeezed his, clinging to him and no longer trying to fight him off―but let's face it you weren't trying that hard to get him off you―. You were lost, your tongue twisted with his, your hips rising off the table to meet his grinding thrusts. Your bodies came together in a lustful and most primal dance. 

You pulled away from him so you could catch your breath, suddenly taking in your surroundings. Your body begged for him, a shiver of anticipation trickling down your spine and heat dripping from your core even as your brain told you to be wary of him. He is a stranger after all and you should always second-guess everything you did. Right? He moved to catch your wrists in one hand again so he could smooth the edge of his thumb down the side of your face, still holding you pinned to the office counter. As you stared up into Jongho’s hard eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw something almost soft in his gaze. It sent your heart thudding in your chest. It was hard enough to resist him when he was a stranger. If he went more soft and tender on you, you knew you’d be lost to him—not just your body, but your heart.

The softness you saw in his eyes moments ago was suddenly replaced with a dark hunger. A cocky smirk swept across his face as he tsked his tongue at you. “You look amazing honey. You know that?” he cheeked. With his free hand, he procured a small letter opener knife, grazing it along your side.

An audible whine sound burst from your mouth, and before you could nit back at him with a cheeky remark, Jongho was slicing through the tight fabric of your shirt, revealing the lingerie you’d worn beneath. It was red and lacy, with lavish silk ribbons holding the delicate material together to hide your most intimate places. Jongho ripped your garment down to your navel, his brown eyes sparkling with an insatiable pride at the sight of your body on display for him.

“Oh, Honey,” he murmured in a low rumbling that went straight to your pussy, making you throb. When his eyes had taken a long perusal of your soft breasts and curved plump waist, Jongho’s gaze returned to yours. “Did you wear this pretty little getup for yourself? Huh?” he asked in a taunting tone. He traced the flat tip of his knife around the edges of your lingerie, your body rioting at the feel of the cold steel against your skin. “or did you think someone was going to peel it off you tonight?”

Your expression hardened into a glare at his question, biting your lip you suddenly lost focus. Dropping the act for a moment you wanted to laugh, forgetting how to respond. “I wanted you to see it…” your mind went fuzzy, making him give you a bright smile, chuckling lightly at your subby tone.

“Baby…You wanna answer that differently?” He had to laugh, the plan you to made completely crumbling. The teasing tone he did went through your body, making your core dampen further.

“I’m sorry sir…” You whine grinding more desperately against him, dropping the act now entirely. You had planned out the evening so differently with Jongho early in the week, talking about wanting to up your sex life and mixing it with your “job” per say. But this was definitely not what you expected. The dominance Jongho showed, blurred your mind and sent you into a space you didn’t know you could enter. A submissive space where you could let Jongho take complete control and care for you.

He flicked his knife, slicing it through the lace covering one of your breasts. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he lent down and took your nipple into his warm mouth. Your gasp was seemingly answer enough for him as he growled appreciatively at the feel of you. He teased your nipple into a tight, hardened peak with his tongue and teeth, leaving it and nibbling on your sensitive flesh until you were breathing heavily.

Jongho had tortured your nipple to his satisfaction before he let it fall from his mouth and blew across it, the feeling of his warm breath on your wet, sensitive skin made you shiver in his hold. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together but your lover's hips were still wedged between your legs, his cock twitching against your slit through the layers of your thing joggers. Jongho noticed your body’s reaction to him and he grinned, catching your eye so you could see the spark of amusement in his gaze. He trailed his soft lips across your chest as he used his knife to push away the lace covering your other breast letting your chest free.

“Tell me how wet you are baby.” Jongho growled, his chocolate eyes darkening with intensity as he stared at you. With your hands pinned above your head and your lover wielding a knife, you pressed your lips tightly together trying to hide your desperate whimper. You held Jongho’s gaze, while he chuckled as he dipped his head and took your nipple into his mouth again, delivering the same treatment upon it as he had your other previously. A sharp gasp fell from your lips and your head fell back against the wooden office with a thud. you felt your head spin slightly from the pain but you couldn't care less as his tongue continued to swirl around your sensitive bud. He attacked your soft plump tits with a caringness you’d never known before until meeting him, licking and sucking on your nipples. All you could do was lay there at his mercy, trying not to be too loud in case someone else would hear the breathy moans and hearty gasps that wanted to escape your lips.

By the time he pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face, you were nothing more than a puddle of desire on his friend's office table. Your body was soft and compliant beneath his large frame and it took all your restraint in your foggy brain not to roll your hips against his, seeking the friction from his aching appendage that your weeping pussy so desperately needed.

“Mmm, I’m going to have fun with you, honey.” He rumbled, his deliciously smooth and deep voice settling low in your heated core. He lavished your chest with kisses for a moment. The drag of his jaw sent a delightful shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan fell from your lips. “Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Please Jongiee” you shot back not bothering to answer him. Your voice was breathier than you could handle not being able to control yourself anymore. He rocked his hips into yours, making your words dissolve into a pathetic moan. He ground his hard length against your dripping core through the layers of your clothes, stoking your pussy against the harsh fabrics. 

“What was that, baby?” he asked teasingly, but yet, an affectionate tone. “You want me to take care of you?”

You had to stop yourself from nodding like an idiot and agreeing with him straight away. But he knew what you wanted, reading you like an open book. Slipping his fingers through your papers, learning each word and chapter writing all over your beautiful body. A satisfied smirk curled on his mouth, the expression so sinful you didn’t know if you wanted to slap him for keeping you waiting or pull him down for a kiss and beg him to fuck you so hard you see stars. Your eyelids fluttered and a soft, gasping moan fell from your lips as pleasure rocked through you.

Jongho knew too well how to work your body up into a frenzy, his hips grinding his hard cock into your dripping pussy while his mouth lavished your nipples with kisses and bites that sent pleasure shooting straight to your core. He toyed with one of your nipples again, furthering his torture on your body. He circled the other nipple with the sharp tip of his knife, sending excited thrills through your body. 

Your pleasure was rising higher and higher, coiling tightly as your legs clung to your lover’s waist and your own hips rose to meet his hard, grinding thrusts. When he rubbed his hard cock against your clit again and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, your eyes flew open as the tension in your body suddenly snapped. A sharp cry escaped your mouth and your body trembled as you came all over your panties and most lightly your joggers.

You were unravelled, your body quaking and your lips moaning his name like a broken record as your orgasm ripped through you. A sob tore from your throat and tears spilled from your eyes and pleasure overwhelmed your mind. It was too much to comprehend that you had come so hard for him and you both still had most of your clothes on.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he murmured the soft praise as his grinding hips worked you through the aftershocks of your release. “Such a good little slut for me” He kissed away your stary tear “My Darling,” he said, his voice a low rumble. The possessiveness in his tone washed over you, making your heart thump in agreement.

“My Jongie,” you whispered through swollen lips from his kisses and your crying. His expression softened into a look so pure and vulnerable. You wiggled your hands against his hold until he let you free. Slowly, you brought your arms down and reached for him, cupping his face in both your hands. “Mine,” you said fiercely.

A gentle, genuine smile curved his mouth. “Yours,” he replied before leaning down and placing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his voice was gruff with emotion. “I love you.” Before you could respond, he began tearing the clothes from your body, using his knife to rip it to shreds while being careful not to hurt you in the process. Happiness and excitement bubbled up in your chest. You giggled before you could stop yourself, delight soaring through you. 

Something warm and overwhelming filled your heart and you smiled up at your man. “I love you too,” you murmured, reaching your hands out to him. He shed his jacket, tossing it onto the couch beside both of you, before climbing back up your body. You tilted your head into his soothing touch as he stroked your cheek, but were quickly distracted by his shirt, running your hands up his chest to his collarbone. 

Your fingers made quick work of the material as you responded to him. You pushed his shirt off and let your fingers start to explore his bare chest. He was all cut muscle and golden skin. There were scars dotting across his pecs and abdomen from old wounds, and you traced those delicately wishing you could kiss each of them like you have so many times before. Smiling down at you with affection written plainly across his face as he discarded the item on top of his jacket. Ducking down, Jongho dragged his lips slightly over yours in a ghost of a kiss. Grumbling through a smile of your own, you tilted your head, capturing his mouth in a proper kiss. His lips curled in a smile before he devoured you with his kiss, his mouth demanding and possessive as it moved against yours. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

“Ready for my cock, Honey?” Jongho rumbled, grinding his hardness against your dripping pussy through his pants and your leggings. Heat and need coursed through you, your wet folds rubbing against the drenched lace between your legs and the hot, hard length of him. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Please Sir pretty please….”

Jongho chuckled, The ruins of your shirt and bra lay in tatters around you, framing your body for his eyes only. “God and here I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He trailed the edge of his knife down your body, digging into your soft skin but never actually piercing your flesh. The delicious drag of the blade made you shiver, but the loss of contact against your pussy had your mind clearing somewhat but not quite.

Jongho pressed the flat edge of his knife against your clit to let you feel the cold steel against your heated flesh. He grinned down at you, bending down and planting a hand beside your head, watching as pleasure contorted your face. He dragged his knife against your clit, watching as your hips twitched in response. You gasped and writhed beneath Jongho’s knife. He was being so careful, and you were trying not to move too much so you didn’t hurt yourself, but it was too much of a tease for you to control. You needed more. And with a flick of his wrist, Jongho caught the hem of your leggings on the tip of his knife and he sliced through it, baring you finally as he tugged all the broken fabric off you. You whimpered as the cool air of the office brushed against your heated core.

“So beautiful, Honey,” he murmured, his tone adoring as he worshipped you with his eyes. He began dragging his knife along your body, tracing your soft curves slowly. He circled your nipples with the tip of the blade, making you gasp as excitement thrilled through you, shooting directly to your slit and making you throb desperately.

He moved the blade down so he could tease your clit with the blunt edge of the knife. He then slid it through your dripping folds and you fought to hold yourself still when all you wanted was relief. It was blissful torture. Chuckling, Jongho pulled the steel blade away from your throbbing core, holding your gaze as he licked your arousal from the silver edge. For a moment, you were stunned by this man's actions. Your fingers shaking in their eagerness, you reached for Jongho’s belt, undoing it and reaching into his pants to pull out the cock. He was thick and hot in your hands, feeling bigger and heavier now that it was out of his jeans.

You circled your fingers around his girth while he twitched in your hands, making saliva pool in your mouth as you ached to take him down your throat. While you stroked his cock loosely, Jongho hastily threw his knife down beside you and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, your focus getting distracted when his muscular thighs were revealed to you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his thick thighs his big, hard cock. His big beefy frame. He leaned down over you, bracing himself on a forearm beside your head. His lips found yours in a kiss while you continued stroking his length, twisting your hand around his tip and smearing his precum down his length until he pulled away with a groan. “Let me inside that sweet pussy, honey,” he rasped, an almost desperate pleading note in his voice.

Moaning and nodding your head, you guided his hard length to your slick folds, rubbing the tip of him through your wet pussy and teasing your clit until you were both panting against each other's lips. Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed the head of his cock at your entrance and his hips pressed forward until his tip drove into your tight heat. You both moaned raggedly, staring into each other's eyes. 

“So fucking tight, Honey, so perfect,” Jongho rasped, dragging his lips across your jaw and planting kisses down your throat. “You are just made for me aren’t you baby.”

Nodding stupidly, you wrapped your arms around Jongho’s shoulders and held on, moaning loudly when he pushed deeper into your fluttering hole. He was so hot and hard, but he was moving too slowly for your liking. You needed more and you needed it now. Your knees climbed the sides of Jongho’s chest planting your feet onto the wood table below you, opening yourself for him so you could urge him deeper. A growl tore from Jongho’s throat and he shoved his cock deep, burying himself in your pussy and making you cry out sharply as your tight hole stretched to accommodate his thick length. He filled you up perfectly, pausing for a moment to give you time to adjust. He rumbled random words before sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth hard enough to leave his mark on your body.

Your heart thumped in your chest as he filled you up so perfectly and you felt so safe and cherished in his arms. “Jongie,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his soft mixed-dyed hair. You rolled your hips in an effort to get him moving, unsure if you could get your lips to work enough to form a sentence. Your walls clenched desperately around Jongho’s thick cock, needing the friction that would drive your pleasure higher. Jongho recognized your body’s pleas and began moving his hips, at first only rolling in small thrusts, grinding the base of himself against your clit. It felt so good, nearly taking your breath away, and yet it wasn’t enough. You wanted him to fill you up and fuck you hard.

“Jongho, please, I need more—fuck me harder, fuck me like your little slut, please,” you begged, your voice raspy with desire.

“Mm,” He hummed, rising so he hung above you. His darkened gaze roved over your face, taking in the way your expression was twisted with pleasure and need. “You beg so sweetly, Honey,” he murmured, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth as warm affection shone in his eyes. He pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still inside you before slamming deep into your waiting heat, wrenching a lusty cry from your lips. “Such a gorgeous little slut for my cock.”

All you could do was moan in response as he set a brutal pace, fucking you so thoroughly your mind went blank but for the pleasure that consumed you. Jongho growled out through gritted teeth, his cock ploughing into your wet pussy over and over, driving your pleasure higher and higher. He sealed a kiss from your lips. Then he shifted the angle of his body, pushing your thighs up and wider for him. Letting your calves hang over his shoulders and pinning you to the wooden table with his heavy weight. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, Honey,” He muttered, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies joined. 

“Fuck yes, please Sir, cum inside me,” you said with a filthy moan, your head flailing as your pleasure peaked. You clung to his biceps, nails digging into his skin to ground you as your mind threatened to float away on a wave of bliss. He pressed more kisses to your face before shifting his weight onto his knees. His hand circled your throat, pinning you to the office array. His fingers squeezed the sides of your neck lightly making your body finally settle. Jongho didn’t grip you too hard, but you found it was exactly what you needed. Your eyes opened and you stared up at him, feeling devotion in your heart and knowing it was written plainly across your face. 

“Cum for me,” he rumbled, his free hand finding your clit as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt. His cock hit a spot deep inside you on every thrust and that, along with his fingers mercilessly rubbing your clit, had sparks flaring all over your body. You came with a choked scream, your body going tense and your hips rising off the furniture to take Jongho’s cock further inside you, as deep as it would go. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses until you were staring mindlessly up at him with a goofy smile. When your awareness returned, the first thing you saw was the awe on Jongho’s face. You grabbed him and dragged him down for a messy kiss, his cock still pounding into your clenching pussy. 

“Cum inside me, Jongho,” you muttered when you pulled away, letting him see your eyes and how desperate you were for him. “Please…” Jongho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment like he needed to gather himself, and when he opened them again, they were sparked with determination, lust and something deeper. He growled in affirmation as he shoved his cock inside you, plunging as deep as he could go, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. After a few more strokes, he came with a loud groan. His cock twitched as he spilled his white liquid in your pussy and you moaned softly at the feeling of him filling you up.

He then collapsed soon after on top of you, letting your legs fall around his waist as he lay his head on your still-heaving chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair, enjoying its softness as you both caught your breath. After a short while, Jongho picked his head up and looked at you, satisfaction written candidly in the grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in return, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“So much for roleplay.” He giggled through the kiss.

“I prefer knife play anyway…”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your words.

-♥︎

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #kpop smut #ateez reaction #ateez reactions #kpop #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez scenario #ateez x female reader #ateez x reader #ateez x reader smut #atz reactions #atz smut #atz fluff #atz drabbles #atz hard hours #atz imagines #atz scenarios #atz x reader #atz fic #ja3hwa #ja3hwa posts #jongho smut #ateez jongho x reader #ateez jongho #choi jongho #jongho

[vale-writes]

smutty lae’zel thoughts…

it’s canon that sex with lae’zel is.. rough, to put it lightly, so i think having sex is less lovemaking and more fist fight. knowing that battle and seeing you after one turns her on was giving me Ideas that i just had to get out. also i’m assuming githyanki have human enough anatomy for this to work.

tags: gender-neutral reader, reader has a penis/strap, reader penetrates lae’zel, blade play if you squint, oral, kinda rough sex, unprotected sex, switching dom/sub

lae’zel would never let you dom without a fight. victory over you was always sweet, but there was something that burned hot inside her stomach when you had her pinned with a knife to her throat. even if she won your spars (which was often), seeing the sweat drip down your face and hearing your grunts of effort with every clang of steel made her legs tremble. it wasn’t weakness. it was an itch. a need to pounce on you and ride, taking everything and then some.

“best me in combat and i will let you dominate.”

“we just got out of battle, darling. i desire you, but can’t we skip the whole fighting thi-“

a swift kick to your gut and a leg swung behind your ankles sent you straight into the dirt. a wheeze ripped through your lungs as the weight of your “hot githyanki girlfriend” lae’zel straddling you hit you in your stomach. you couldn’t even open your mouth to say you weren’t ready for her to hit you before you felt her blade at your throat.

“chk. you are making this too easy. there is no pleasure in dominating you if you simply roll over. challenge me.”

her eyes flicked over your face for a moment before her gaze softened. lae’zel’s cold steel left your throat as she asked, “unless.. you are not wanting of this? is that what you meant to say? you said you desired me but i suppose i acted too hast-“

it was her turn to get cut off now. you kicked your left leg into her right, flipping her over and landing on top of her, between her legs. she let out an almost imperceptible gasp before reaching for her sword, which you quickly snatched and threw out of her reach. she snarled and began to get up before you grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her back down.

“and i’m the one making this too easy?”

“silence. you tricked me, using my respect for you against me,” she hissed.

“a warrior should have a mind sharper than their sword, love.”

“i said silence.”

with your groin right up against hers, you could feel the heat of her arousal through your trousers. why did gith armor barely cover up those areas? you gritted your teeth and ground into her, letting out a hiss of pleasure when she wrapped her legs around your hips and pulled you in. your lips locked with hers, tongues thrashing in each other’s mouths while you both rocked your hips together like animals.

“take this burdensome armor off already,” she commanded while unbuckling her own. you flipped her over onto her stomach suddenly, raising her hips up to meet yours and continuing to grind.

“why? i can do everything i want with it on,” you flipped the leather tassels up, exposing her barely clothed cunt to you. “and i’d be lying if i said these leather straps on your skin weren’t.. enticing.” your finger traced along said straps that crisscrossed over her inner thighs, making her shiver. she went to snatch your hand away from it, only to get her wrists pinned to the small of her back. you placed your other hand onto her pussy, slowly grinding the heel of your palm into it. leaning over, you licked a stripe up the back of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her sweat. her hips rocked against your hand and she let out a few quiet, pleasured grunts.

“you’re making this too easy, lae’zel,” you murmured in her ear. “i don’t think you really wanted a challenge at all. you want to just give in now?”

you could see her bite her lip in frustration on the ground. you slipped your hand into her underwear and slowly ran your finger along her hole. she let out a quick gasp and tightened her hands into fists.

“yes or no, darling?”

“chk! fine. i will allow you to have your way. but waver for a moment and you’ll find yourself below me.”

you bit back a “wasn’t so hard, was it?” knowing that would only set her ablaze again and prolong your “fight.” you slowly pushed a finger in and tried to stop your grin when you felt how wet she was.

“i can feel you smirking. you know that your fighting excites me. i feel no shame in this.”

you dug your other hand into her hip as you pushed another finger in. she let out a loud, unabashed moan at that. her hips rocked against your hand as you pushed it in and out of her, her wetness getting all over your palm. gods, if the rest of the party knew that you had lae’zel of creche k’liir pinned and moaning like this..

you moved your hand on her hip to her clit and admired the crescents left on her hip from your vice grip. she always told you not to go easy on her. you pushed a third finger in and her legs started to shake. you rubbed lazy circles on her clit before replacing that hand with your tongue. gods, her moans. she never lae’zel never held back when you were rough with her. her knees started to buckle but you simply grabbed her by the hair to keep her up.

“enough,” she said through a whine. “put yourself inside of me. now.”

you decided to push your luck. “say please.”

you shouldn’t have pushed your luck. she let out a growl and swung one of her legs around, landing in your lap once again. she attacked your neck with her lips, biting and sucking on your skin between her sharp teeth. you inhaled sharply from the shock and pain, but could do nothing as she pinned your arms down.

“if you won’t listen to me, i’ll do it myself.”

she tore your pants off and ripped the armor off in the blink of an eye. she took your cock and pushed it in, sitting firmly in your lap as you squirmed in pleasure.

“stay put,” she snarled. you nodded, unable to speak from the sudden pleasure. lae’zel started riding you while keeping your arms down. her golden eyes burned into your own, her slitted pupils blown wide in lust. she enveloped you so well. she was tall and deceptively thin, but she was pure muscle. seeing her like this reminded you of just how easily she could take you whenever she wanted. you tried to ignore how much more that turned you on.

she panted in your ear and sped up while grinding herself onto you whenever she snapped her hips back down.

“start bucking your hips into me,” she commanded. you were happy to obey. you pushed deeper inside of her and she tightened and whined in your ear. she bit down on your shoulder. you could feel her moans vibrate through your chest, her song of pleasure moving through you. you were close too, and trying desperately not to cum before her.

“finish with me.”

you nodded and bucked up further into her. her head fell back with one last sensual cry before she came around you. you gripped her hips and pushed up into her before cumming yourself.

you both panted for a while. she let herself lean forward and rest her head on your bitten shoulder. she traced her fingers along the marks she left behind on you. a reminder that you were hers. githyanki didn’t do love. she knew you could never really be hers. not while she served her queen. but maybe, just until the bruises faded and the cuts healed, she could have one teeny, tiny, little love.

#vale writes #bg3 smut #lae’zel smut #lae’zel #bg3 #i know this is super long #but it was in the drafts for a while #and i want more lae’zel love

[maddyb-rapps]

Three

The farmers son

master list

Ivy

“Ivy honey, you can’t tell anyone.” Lori pleads as she stared at me with wide panicked eyes.

“Why would I tell anyone, it’s not any of my business….do you know what you’re going to do.” The stay at the farm is suppose to be short termed. A baby on the road……. Let’s just say as much as I appreciate what this group has done for me I won’t be sticking around with a living dinner bell.

“I-I don’t know.” I can tell how conflicted she is just by the look on her face.

“Guys—“ Glenn finally speaks up. As we look towards him we realize he’s signaling Rick’s arrival.

“Hey, honey.” He kisses Lori on the cheek and she gives a tight lipped smile in return.

When Rick is about to speak Lori suddenly turns to me. “Ivy, didn’t you need something.”

“Oh yeah….um so I w-was wondering if um I could have like a sleepover- if you can call it that- with Beth- but um I didn’t know if I had to ask and if so w-who because you know—“ I ramble on before I’m cut off.

“Thanks for check first it’s responsible of you. I don’t think there’s any problem with that- as long as it’s fine with Hershel.” Lori says with a smile as she leans into her husband’s side but I can see that look behind her eyes. The look that really pisses me off. The same look of pity.

“Yeah ok so I’m just- I’m just gonna go now.” I then practically speed walk back to the house.

Beth was practically bouncing off the walls when I told her they were fine with our “sleepover”. Jax was a little less excited when he found out most of our night was going to consist of binge watching Grey’s Anatomy.

“I mean it’s not awful a guess- but is this all we’re going to do.” He says forcing a pained face.

“Well that’s what we are gonna do and if don’t like it you can walk your happy butt out of my room.” Beth snaps yanking her pillow from under his head.

“No, no I’m good. Just thought we’d do something- i don’t more.”

“Out.” She doesn’t even look at him as she points to her door.

“Bro chill.” He yanks the pillow back before plopping back to his spot beside me.

I open my eyes to a menu screen playing on Beth’s tv. We watched about six episodes before Beth fell asleep and two more before I fell asleep. Jaxson, for someone who didn’t want to watch the show, was glued to the tv when I finally closed my eyes.

They’re both asleep beside me. Beth was curled up to the right and Jax was sprawled out to my left. I won’t be able to get off the bed without waking him up. And I really, really have to pee.

As a begin to climb over him he, as I thought, rose up startled bang his head against mine.

“Ow.” I groan out holding my head in my hands.

“I’m so- so sorry.” He whispers in panic grabbing my hands to pull them away from my face so he could see.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.”I whisper back

“What were you doing anyway.”

“You sleep like a crazy person and I really have to pee.”

“Oh.” He lets out a laugh.

“Yeah, oh.” I laugh with him.

“Come with me, I’m going to get snack.” He gets off the bed pulling me up with the hands he never let go of.

“Sure, but I have to pee first, like seriously.”

He turns his head to the side. “You always talk about pee this much.”

“Shut up.” I laugh as I close the bathroom in his face.

After I was done I open the door to Jax still in the same spot. “So……what kinda snacks you got.”

“Uh-“ he thinks for a moment, “I think there’s some chips in the kitchen. I’ll go get them. Go in my room so we don’t wake anyone up.”

I walk into his room and it what you would expect. There’s a full bed in the corner, a dresser right in front of the bed, posters of marvel movies, and a few other random things a teenage boy would have. I take it upon myself to sit on his bed.

He walks back in with a bag of chips and some Oreos. “I found the good stuff.” He says with a goofy grin.

I gasp, “Hurry and get your ass over here.” Once he gets close to his bed I snag the chips and rip them open.

“Hey! Save some for me. Um do you wanna watch something I have some dvds too.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Sure, what do ya got.”

His face lights up as he rushes to his tv. “Lots of Marvel, DC, some comedy-“

I cut him off with an excited gasp. “IS THAT GROWN UPS.”

“Yeah.” He laughs

“We have to watch it, please.” I beg.

“Yeah what ever you want.” He gives that same goofy grin as he turns on the movie and flopping beside me. Like really close beside me.

No one’s pov

The two teens were unaware that the boys father had been up to stressed about the new people on his farm had heard them laughing and talking most the night. Once he heard silence he went and cracked open the door to see a fragile blonde girl asleep with her head resting on his son’s shoulder. He sighed before closing the door and turning in for the night.

A/N

I hate school. I hate math. I hate Spanish. I want to be a stay at home mom with little brats.

,Maddy <

#the walking dead #rick grimes #twd the ones who live #twd oc #oc x oc #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon

[lostfracturess]

Some headcanons about professor!Gojo of Symptoms and Causes, please!

professor!gojo headcanons sfw + nsfw (based on this fic)

sfw

x professor!gojo who silences you mid-rant with a kiss so intense it makes your head spin and forget all your arguments.

x professor!gojo who loves peppering kisses on top of your head just because he fucking can. gotta love those tall-man advantages.

x professor!gojo who flashes those dimples when he smiles, and damn, it throws you off guard every damn time.

x professor!gojo who hides a seriously ripped body under those fancy suits. the way the fabric pulls tight? enough said.

x professor!gojo who ditches the suit the second he's home, sweatpants hanging low enough to reveal his v-line, with hints of light, pale hair tracing along the hemline of his boxers.

x professor!gojo who sabotages good things before they can hurt him. deep down, he's convinced he doesn't deserve happiness and is unworthy of love.

x professor!gojo who throws himself into research with manic intensity, using it to cover up his pain beneath the illusion of productivity.

x professor!gojo who once lost a young patient early in his career, whose name still haunts him to this day.

x professor!gojo craves intimacy like a starving man. guess that's what happens when you grow up without genuine affection.

x professor!gojo who finds true vulnerability scarier than any scalpel. hence why his university days were filled with empty hookups that left him feeling worse.

x professor!gojo who once tried to hit on one of his female professors back in his university days just because he liked the challenge.

x professor!gojo who broke the unofficial university record for most girls fucked in one night. still unbeaten to this day.

x professor!gojo who completed his doctorate in only three years, the youngest graduate in the university's history. he wrote this thesis on glioblastoma.

x professor!gojo who can sweet-talk anyone into anything, but also isn't above exploiting people's weaknesses if he needs to.

x professor!gojo who struggles with nightmares, insomnia and intrusive thoughts.

x professor!gojo who clings to geto for stability.

x professor!gojo who would do anything for you. like he's a slave for you, if you'd ask him to.

x professor!gojo who isn't normally the jealous type, but get under his skin—and yeah, that possessive streak gets ugly.

x professor!gojo who can actually whip up a decent meal, surprisingly. gotta survive on your own somehow, right? cleaning, however—that's what hired help is for.

x professor!gojo who once had a very uncomfortable talk with his cleaning lady after she found his ridiculous stack of meds. he just raised her salary after that.

x professor!gojo who has very large hands and somehow they always find their way around your waist (or your throat in other situations).

x professor!gojo who scoops you up like it's nothing, even if you're protesting. he's strong, and a little bit of a show-off.

x professor!gojo who has these veins stand out against pale skin, tracing a roadmap along his forearms that disappears tantalizingly under rolled-up shirtsleeves.

x professor!gojo who is speckled with light freckles on his pale arms and shoulders. you only really notice in summer.

nsfw

x professor!gojo who doesn't only shut you up with kisses, but with his dick as well. it's like his way of manhanling you.

x professor!gojo who had nearly a threesome with geto once.

x professor!gojo who is anything but quiet. he's loud, unapologetic, and damn, it's fucking hot.

x professor!gojo who doesn't hold back when he's in the mood for some rough play. his kisses are aggressive, demanding, leaving you bruised and breathless. he'll bite, he'll nip, he'll leave marks that will linger long after. and when he's done with your mouth, he'll move on to the rest of your body, leaving bruises and bite marks.

x professor!gojo who always had this thing for studying female anatomy. geto thought it was kinda weird, but you surely thanked him for it. he knows every inch of the female body like the back of his hand, and he's not afraid to use that knowledge to make you scream his name.

x professor!gojo who knows your body better than you do. he knows exactly where to touch you, where to press, where to tease until you're writhing beneath him, begging for release. and he likes it.

x professor!gojo who once broke a bed while getting it on. he didn't even bother saying sorry. just up and left like it was nothing.

x professor!gojo who loves you sitting on his lap, taking control and driving him wild. it gets him so lost in the moment that he can't help but to moan uncontrollably underneath you as you ride him.

x professor!gojo who loves you on top but loves him on top even more. he loves to dominate you, taking charge, and watching you squirm under him. there's something about seeing you submit to his every touch, hearing your gasps and moans that drives him absolutely mad.

x professor!gojo who could get off only watching you react to his touch, knowing that he's the one responsible for bringing you to such heights. it's like a drug for him. ups

x professor!gojo who is all about taking his sweet time. he's like a freaking explorer, wanting to savor every inch of your body, every gasp that escapes your lips.

x professor!gojo who is into edging and overstimulation. he's all about pushing your limits and seeing how much you can take. it'll drive him insane if you say you can't take it anymore but still give him clear signals that whatever he does, he should not stop at all costs. and he won't stop until you're completely at his mercy, trembling with need.

x professor!gojo who can be surprisingly gentle too, especially when he knows you need it. he'll give it to you without hesitation.

x professor!gojo who is down to try anything new in the bedroom. no judgments, just pure exploration.

x professor!gojo who loves doggy style, because it gives him the perfect angle to take you exactly how he wants. plus, he's got all the space he needs to slam deep into you with all his force.

x professor!gojo who is very talkative. he'll praise you one moment, then urge you to give in the next. only when he's had a long day, he's not much for talking. he'd rather let his actions speak for themselves.

x professor!gojo who loves to plunge his tongue into your core. arguing with me on this one is futile.

x professor!gojo who is packing some serious length. and it's not just about being prepared. even when you think you are, he still manages to stretch you out like it's nobody's business. it's intense, to say the least.

x professor!gojo who has crazy stamina. he'll go at it for ages, leaving you completely spent and utterly satisfied, unable to move, let alone think. and then he will go another round.

x professor!gojo whose surgeon's hands caress you so gently one moment, and then grab your throat with terrifying force the next, leaving you gasping for breath.

x professor!gojo who knows just how to keep you on the edge, teasing and tantalizing until you're begging for release. he's playing a game, and you're completely at his mercy.

x professor!gojo who loves shower sex. there's just something about the water running over your skin that drives him wild. it's like he sees you and he knows he has to have you right here, right now, no matter what.

x professor!gojo who is all about that aftercare too. he's all about cuddling up and making sure you're feeling loved and cared for.

i may got carried a bit away. hope you enjoy! ♡

#symptoms and causes #gojo saturo #satoru gojo headcanons #jjk headcanons #gojo headcanons #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #saturo gojo x reader #jjk smut

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.14

13

War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XIII]

1.-Sulphur

To resume this guy’s backstory: This is what happens when you push someone too much and too hard to his breaking point. Basically, he lived in a really abusive family household, and one day, he ended up killing everyone through intoxication. Plus, he has all the family members’ ashes inside that portable jar (even the dog’s ones, hence why one of spirits resembles a canine animal). Also he got his lower maw ripped off, go figure how

This guy was actually inspired in the psycho girl featured on Skrillex’s “First of the Year (Equinox)” official music video, no wonder the resemblance is there

And just FYI, the broken anatomy was on purpose

2.-Rawrnold

Grawlbert’s best buddy. He’s also a music disk collector

And before you ask, no he doesn’t give a damn about his lower body gone missing, if anything, he’s gotten used to it

3.-Skeleader II Grimson

Yeah no thank you

Remember the BoneOilers’ leader? Yea This guy’s his younger sibling, muddafucka gone mad tho

4.-Rachel and Troy

Ah yes, BF’sH second-hand core-bitch antagonist

Long story short, she’s a bitch

She killed Q-Zin’s girl

She’s an active conspirer on the blackout chaos

She kidnapped McBleep and fucked him up because her ‘boss’ told her to do so (she didn’t hesitate tho)

She almost game-ended BF for real

AND she also helped on GF’s kidnapping by keeping BF away from her and let the hippity hoppity happen afterwards

How classy

Also she was the one that killed Troy and turned him into a living weapon

The reason: He tried to leave her gang

Guess she doesn’t know how to properly take no as an answer

5.-Brandon Meiwes

Based on an old OC, don’t ask who or why thank u

Long story short, he’s a cannibal butcher that also eats zombie meat…and is considering tasting demon meat as well

Yeah, let that sink in

Ironicsincethepersonwhichhesworking-theguybehindtheblackout-isademonrelative,thatplanningschemebefuckingflawedaflol

And to make it worse, he owns a very tall warehouse full of dead corpses of whomever living creature you can think of, imagine the intensity the smell of rotten flesh must be in that place

And he still stays in there

Like-

H o w

6.-Brandon M. icon

He’s insane ok, he seriously needs to get put inside a mental asylum

Come to think of it, Lemon Demon and he could be great pals

Wait, he’s a demon

…nevermind

7.-Rachel icon

Hare whore

Rabbit Slut but worse

Playbish

Cottonass

And all that jazz

Nothing else to say, your honor

8.-Phantom bullets

Remember when I mentioned Rachel almost game-ended BF for real? Well, this was the type of the bullets she used in order to (almost) accomplish that

These things are like metallic leeches that not only drain off their victim’s vital energy, but also debilitate any super-natural abilities they might have (depending on how powerful they can be), in BF’s case being his regenerate ability, which, of course, could have taken a while to turn off

Still, these little fuckers are not to be played around with, just saying

[T.B.C.]

#fnfau #friday night funkin' #au #alt universe #alternate universe #alternative timeline #bfsh #ah spooki monstahs

[extra-anchovyz]

Thinking too much on things as usual

But it's worth it cause it means something to me alot

Thinking about how when i was a teen all i wanted was for my art to be viewed by as many ppl as possible cause for me it meant a form of freedom and proof that i was a living individual. Cause it was a contrast to the cloistered and isolated environment i grew up within my abusive family home.

But now that im 2 years shy of 30 and have been living away from that toxic environment for like 7 years now ( i think about 2 years of finally cutting complete contact from my parents and brother) : i realized i just need like a handful of ppl to see my art. My partner and close friends. And it gives me the same sense of being seen and appreciated as when i was a teen and had hundreds or thousands of strangers see my art. I think part of it is cause of the current nature of art communities online is so like..how do i word this. Everyone views each other like some resource to get inspired off of, to just take things all for the sake of their own art growth. And I'd watch multiple times see artists who pioneer a certain look or concept and then that look gets ripped so many times that now its considered a common overdone look that everyone does But meanwhile that first artist is drowning in biils and debt and no one knows who they are and some of them have left online spaces completely. So it's kinda like..how do i word it...gaining recognition online feels empty

Either yer lucky and you get the popularity to be able to capitalize on it and live off it. Or yer stuff you put so much personal love and flavor into to gets taken and replicated thousands of times while yer left in the dust to get eaten alive by predatory systemic structures.

It's why i feel like im only able to keep going as an artist cause of seperating my commission work from my personal art completely.

I accept that my commission work will be seen by thousands of strangers and possibly ripped to hell and back, but i focus on trying to portray client's ocs as accurately as i can so that the style is boring but the content is what matters.

As for my personal art, ive just completely taken it off from public spaces, the old ones it's too much trouble to scrub it from my deviantart and tumble accounts, so it's just the newer art that will remain secret and private. And it's helped me to protect my own sense of identity as an artist.

Made me think alot on what makes me an individual and I realized that it wasnt about trying to create a unique look but by how personal meaningful the content is to me, and bc of it being infused so heavily by my personal preferences and decisions: it does naturally become a unique look cause it's like a visual representation of what makes up the contents of my heart and mind

And that's about as close as i could get to having a visual manifestation of my individuality i think.

I still havent let go of my childhood desires of sharing comic stories cause

Sharing stories i think continues to be something that always feel human and important to me

And i know for sure being able to read other ppls stories is so important to my living experience. So i guess i want to be able to reciprocate that experience towards others too.

Hm and going back on how everyone just rips off stuff for their own personal growth. I realized something after so many years: growth isn't all that as i thought.

I thought improving and getting to "professional art level" was the main purpose as an artist

But now im like idk

Fuck professionalism ? It's made up construct and highly tied to capitalism

Like you'll naturally grow from experiencing the world and learning how to portray what you wanna portray better.

But im starting to love beginner artist's work more than professionals and experienced artists. Just feels like there's actual souls remaining in their work.

Also obsession with perfect faces and anatomy is starting to annoy and grate me in ways thats hard to explain.

I guess one way i can explain it is, it feels so elitist but also inaccurate. Everyone on average got asymmetric faces and then if yer born with disabilities or deformities than yer faces are the ones that artists think they drew wrong and want to fix

And i just feel like

Fuck that ??? There's nothing wrong with those faces

Its fucking stupid and vile trying to draw "perfect" faces

Disgusting get that obsession away from me

It feels so destructive

I can't describe it

I know im just a heavily mentally ill artist and individual so i tend to look too deeply into the shadows like this but

It helps me understand what's important to me and what i want to keep alive in myself

And what i feel is: perfect professional art makes me want to throw up cause of how heavily its been tied to capitalism and ableism and racism and so many isms.

I dont want to villainize the artists behind it cause hell i feel like im part of that crowd too with my commission art especially. We gotta do what we gotta do to pay the bills. But it's the mentality, the community obsession that im specifically talking about.

#me stuff #dont listen to me im mentally ill and stupid

[frosted-night]

Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one.  This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

#rise of the guardians #guardians of childhood #jack frost #jack frost rotg #jack frost goc #jackson overland frost #nightlight #nightlight rotg #toothiana #tooth fairy rotg #e. aster bunnymund #nicholas st north #pitch black #pitch black rotg #concept art #artbook #art book #design review #my bullshit #stay tuned for Aster's review

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

seeing someone else.

BISHOP LOSA. MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @encounterthepast: Hello lovely Aurora, can I request angst prompt number 7 with Bishop please, thank you, 💕

❝ prompt: “Don’t you dare to lie to me again”.

❝ request by @arveeee: Hello my dear, so I was thinking, and there is one sentence to that can't go out of my head. So it is: "let me in" with Bishop (I know I'm boring). Well I believe in you, I love you , and I love your writing. Say hello to Arya.

❝ request by anon: Hi, Aurora. I love your writing sm 🥺 I was wondering if I could request an imagine with my man Bishop? I was thinking of something like the reader and him being in kinda like a friends with benefits situation, but she decides to break it offf because she’s really upset. And maybe Bishop doesn’t understand so she eventually explains to him that she wants more out of their relationship and he reassures her they are more and they always have been? Maybe leads to like soft/romantic smut? Thanks so much!

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! so, that new trailer huh?😵 would absolutely love if you could write me something for a stressed out bishop with the prompts "Stop ignoring me, it’s driving me crazy!" and "Let me help you make it better." Thank you tons!!💖

❝ words: about 1.4k.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

Another tequila shot goes down your throat, ripping it off as you almost smash the small glass on the table. Tossing your head back as you rest your back against the sofa, sitting on the floor, you take a look around you. The gloomy has taken over your house as the night has fallen a couple of hours ago. It's the fourth night you are trying to forget about Bishop and whatever you two had. But you can't dismiss from your mind his caresses —his fingers drawing patterns on your back, his lips touring your neck with delicate kisses as if he was afraid of breaking your skin, his mustache tickling your inner thighs, his raspy voice articulating your name in moans. It's the fourth night miserably failing, remembering the last time you spent together, the way he was holding his back pretending he wasn't sad because you were leaving him.

“Obispo, it's over. Don't make a big deal. We're just friends who occasionally fucks”. You scoffed somewhat annoyed because of him and his interrogation, but how could you tell him you were falling in love with him?

“I ain't making any deal, (Y/N). I just want to know what made you change your mind and keep a wide berth”.

“I'm seeing someone else”.

"Don't you dare to lie to me”. He growled, taking a step closer towards you with the intention of stopping you from picking up and packing the less stuff you had in his house.

“Think what you want”. You replied, rolling your eyes.

The first tear flows in the left corner of your mouth not appreciably at first, but then, some more until finding yourself crying. You miss him so much. You miss watching him sleep peacefully in the small hours, drifting slightly when you caress his cheek using your fingertips. Flexing your knees to your chest, you wrap your arms around trying to contain the loud sobs, hiding your face between them. How have you been so stupid to fall for him like that? The two of you made it clear from the very first moment. Friends with benefits. But after a couple of weeks, you started to notice that he used to push away any other woman that it wasn't you, he didn't spend much time in the clubhouse preferring to do it in your house —cuddling, watching movies, playing poker; kissing every single inch of flesh covering your anatomy.

Reality hit you the moment he murmured something like you're a miracle, thinking you were calmly sleeping between his strong arms and your back stuck to his chest, no distance among your bodies. You knew it was a thing produced by the alcohol running through your veins and it wasn't fair for you to fantasize about the idea he was catching feelings for you. So you just ran away, like a coward.

Some clumsy knocks on the front door of your house bring you back to reality. At first, you try to ignore them. It's not like you're in the mood for visits, knowing that probably it's Leti at the other side of the place, worried because you haven't replied to her text all day. But she insists and insists. And you know how stubborn she can be sometimes. Serving yourself another shot and drinking it in just one gulp, because you're too sober to endure another of her Ted talks about positivism and what he has lost, you stand up on your bare feet. Everything around you spins dizzyingly for a second until you can react, feeling every knock like a hammer hitting your brain.

“I've heard you the fi—”.

Opening the door to receive her, your vocals get frozen as you face Bishop in a deplorable drunk state. Just like you are.

“Let me in”. He barks, not being able to look at your eyes, trying to pass you away to the inside, but you stop him.

“Go home, Obis—”.

“I'm home, shut the fuck up”. He frowns taking a sip from a bottle of whisky you haven't noticed till now. “You think you can kick my fuckin' ass outta your life by saying you're seeing someone else? You think I'm fuckin' stupid, queri— Were you crying…?”

From anger, his tone of voice falls to one lower and lower, as the concern and the worry cover his annoyance completely. Throwing away his drink to somewhere over the grass of your yard, he holds your face onto his palms. His touch causes you to tremble. His warm touch causes you to break into aching sobs, panting as you can't breathe properly. All this time you've been thinking you have missed him, but you didn't have a real idea of how it feels until his fingers have been laid on your wetted skin.

Bishop comes closer to you, touching the tip of your nose with his. You can smell the mixed scent of cigarettes and whisky emanating from his cracked lips, it doesn't bother you, tho. “Don't kiss me, please”.

Until this precise moment, he has loved your begs and pleads to his bones, but now he hates them more than anything he could ever hate in his life. It breaks his heart. He can't deal with your rejection one night more.

“Why…? Why can't I kiss you?” He asks desperately at the edge of his tears. “Please, stop ignoring me, it's driving me crazy. I can't even take care of my own shit without you by my side”.

Your knees feel weak at his words, still believing he only says that because you're just a good lover, the best in the sheets, as he told you once.

“I… I…” You babble nervously, trying to not place your hands on the laps of his leather kutte to finally push him into the needed kiss you've been craving for the last four days. “I love you”.

And why the confession doesn't take him by surprise? Why doesn't he look confused? Why does it seem like he already knew it? Bishop can't help but draw a fleeting grin across his face.

“Do you think I came here, falling into pieces, just because it feels like being in Heaven when I'm deep inside you?” He whispers, clicking his tongue slightly. “I didn't believe you when you told me you were seeing someone else. But the minimal thought I could have about it made me lose the less sanity I have”.

You blink stupefied at his own confession about his feelings. Your fingers tour his abdomen up in slow motion, starting to have some faith in his words.

“Mi amor…” Bishop mumbles in soft giggles shaking his head. “I adore you, mi amor. I don't want anything else than to share my life with you, and only with you”.

He doesn't wait for a signal from you to kiss your lips, he just takes what it's his. And you can't hold back a painful gasp, expelling in it all the sorrow you've been carrying for the last four days being separated from him. Your hands grip his shirt in two fists, pushing him as much closer as the two of you can be, about to melt in the same figure. All this time you have been trying to not love him, to forget him; and you were just delaying the inevitable. You are made for each other, that's a fact. Your lips fit to perfection —your bodies, your hearts.

“Tell me you love me”. You whimper against his mouth, causing him to smile because of your need of making it real by these simple three words.

“Love isn't enough to express what you make me feel”.

Bishop bends down without prior notice to wrap his huge hands on the back of your thighs, urging you to jump onto him and surround his waist with your legs. You haven't forgotten how good his warmth takes over you when he holds you like that, walking inside your house and kicking the door close. Guiding his steps across your place and its hallways, he reaches your dark dorm barely illuminated by a post light outdoors. He lies you down on your bed —a bed that has welcomed you for the last eight months in every kind of state. Drunk, tired, happy.

Now, you're a mix of them. Drunk in tequila, tired of crying, but happy for having him back for the rest of your life.

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[mercy-burning]

A Strange Request

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a rather strange request from Derek’s girlfriend Category: FLUFF, with discussion of sex, so still 18+ probably, just to be safe Warnings: discussions/topics of sex, one paragraph of blink and you’ll miss it female-receiving oral sex Word Count: 2k

Full Request: “...a fluff about reader is friend with Derek’s girlfriend, and she ask her if spencer (s/2 - s/3) can teach him where the clitoris is because reader had already told her that spencer is very good in bed... Baby Spencer Teaching Derek How To Make A Woman Cum is so funny to me” —anonymous

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NOTE: Just came here to say, first of all, thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my content, it means the world to me. I love you guys 🥰 Also, this request??? I was dying thinking about it, and I laughed pretty much the whole time I wrote it, so I hope you like it as much as I do!

I will be posting the rest of the requests I get throughout the month of March, so you have until February 28th to send one in if you’d like to! More information on that can be found HERE

It wasn't really normal for Y/N and Kelley to talk about their sex lives. They'd brought it up in conversation a few times, but it was never a regular thing.

So when Kelley came over to Y/N's apartment Friday night after a cryptic text stating that she needed to talk to her about something 'weird but important,' she had no idea that her weekend was about to get very... informative.

"Is everything alright?" she asked Kelley, handing her a glass of wine. The two of them sat on the couch and Kelley shrugged.

"I mean... Yes, everything's fine, but...I have a sort of, uh... weird request."

"Yeah, you mentioned that," Y/N chuckled, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. "What's up?"

"Well, basically... I can't orgasm."

Y/N almost spit the wine out of her mouth. Thankfully she was able to get it down, though not without choking slightly. "Huh?"

"Well, okay, I can orgasm it's just that... I can't when I'm with Derek. And at first I thought maybe it was me, but I tried on my own and I can do it just fine. It's just that when Derek and I are together, he can't... make me cum. "

"Well, I... Okay. I'm not... What do you want me to d—oh!"

"Oh! Y/N, no, I didn't mean that I wanted you to... No, um... Sorry, that's not what I meant. Look, I know you've said before that Spencer is really good in bed, and I was wondering if you could maybe ask him to talk to Derek about it, like... give him some pointers or something."

Y/N really didn't know what to say. But she tried really hard to say something that wasn't an incoherent mumble of surprise. "Wow, uh... I mean, I... Yeah, I can ask him, but why don't you just talk to Derek about it? He's a good guy, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to hear you out if you just communicate with him..."

Kelley sighed, setting her wine down. "I know, but... Well, it's just that every time I try to talk to him about it, I chicken out, and I know you said Spencer knows what he's doing, so I figured I'd ask you..."

She could tell that Kelley was embarrassed, so Y/N reached out to hold her hand. "Hey, Kel, it's okay. You know I'm happy to help. And I'll talk to Spencer about it, but I really think you should try talking to Derek yourself, too, okay?"

She nodded, a small smile adorning her face. "Okay."

***

Repeating this conversation with Spencer was going to be... well, weird, as Kelley had put it. It really was a strange request, but Y/N was more than willing to help out a friend in need, especially if it meant said friend was going to get laid like she deserved.

She just had to figure out how to bring it up. The best way was probably to just sit down and talk about it, but she didn't want to spring it on him at random.

So, she used decided that maybe some... inspiration would be good.

She studied her boyfriend as he went down on her that night, paying attention to how his fingers felt as the pushed and curled themselves into her, how his tongue explored her like a paintbrush exploring a canvas with beautiful precision.

And when it was all over, she laid beside him and stroked his hair, smiling. "You're so good at that," she mused. The praise put a smile on his face, as it always did. But he became suspicious when she took it too far, adding, "Seriously, you should teach men how to properly please a woman."

"Y/N?" Spencer asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You're trying to get at something, what is it?"

"Well, uh... this is probably going to sound really weird, but you have to hear me out, okay?"

"O—kay?"

Y/N sighed, a small shake of her head following. "Well, I talked to Kelley yesterday, because she had something she wanted to talk to me about, and, uh... she said that... Oh, wow, this is so fucking weird—ShewantedtoknowifyoucouldteachDerekhowtomakehercumbecausehe'sreallybadatit."

She blinked, and Spencer blinked back at her, the two of them laying together in silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds.

And then he started to laugh.

"W—What? Is that too weird? Because I told Kelley she should just try talking to him, but she really wanted me to ask you because I'd mentioned how good you are, and she just figured since you two worked together and that we're all friends that you wouldn't have a problem telling him about everything, an—"

Spencer reached out to brush the back of his hand across her cheek. "Hey, slow down, okay? Look. The idea that I have to teach Derek Morgan of all people how to make a woman cum is just... It's funny to me, and surely you understand why... And besides, how would I even bring that up? It's not like I can just walk up to him and be like Hey, Morgan, your girlfriend thinks you suck in bed and she wants me to show you how to do it right."

Y/N blinked up at him again, and he blinked back, the both of them starting to realize how that sounded.

"Yeah, maybe don't lead with that," she said, patting his arm. "Look, you guys talk about your sex lives sometimes, right? I mean, you're both guys in relationships, I'm sure it's come up at some point."

"No, Y/N, not really," he said, clearly exasperated and most decidedly not thrilled about the idea of talking sex with his co-workers.

Still, she sighed. "Spence, please? I told Kelley I'd talk to you about it, and she's really desperate here. Besides, it would be rude to let Derek Morgan of all people go around thinking he's great at sex when he's really not, don't you think?"

Spencer really seemed to think about that for a moment, before huffing a laugh. "Actually that sounds pretty funny to me."

Y/N slapped his arm.  "I'm serious! At least do it for Kelley's sake... The poor girl deserves to feel good, right?"

"If I do it, can we end this conversation?" he gave in, clearly not in the mood to talk about their friends' sex life.

"Wait really? You'll do it?"

Spencer sighed. "Yes, I'll do it. It's most likely going to be more awkward than this conversation, but I'll do it."

With a laugh and a quick kiss to the lips, Y/N pulled him closer and said, "I love you, you know."

***

He hoped he wouldn't have to do much talking at all. Which is why he brought a bag of books on female anatomy and pleasure. He tried for the entire train ride to work to figure out the best way to even bring it all up, but when he actually stepped into the bullpen, he almost froze up with nerves.

He spotted Derek from across the room and in a split second decided that it would be best to just rip the band-aid off.

So, he briskly made his way over to his friend and set the bag of books in front of him on the desk. "I want to preface this by saying it wasn't my idea. Kelley and Y/N were talking about some stuff, and they asked me to talk to you, so I'm just going to give it to you straight. These are for you."

"Whoa, kid, slow down. What did they want you to tell me?"

Spencer looked around nervously before taking a deep breath. "Well, um... Y/N and I were talking last night, and she said that Kelley had this weird request for her, and, um... I guess she wanted Y/N to ask me to talk to you about... um... how to have better sex?"

He said the last part very quietly and immediately looked down at his feet. When he looked back at Morgan, he almost looked like he'd been petrified, actually frozen in time with the blankest expression ever seen.

"What?" he asked just as blankly.

"Please don't make me say it again," Spencer signed.

"Reid, I don't know what you mean."

"Look, I know this is really weird, trust me, I know, but I, uh... I wrote out some detailed notes for you, and there are also some books in that bag, so it should help."

Derek looked down at the bag and then back to Spencer, still puzzled. "I... You're not serious... This is some kinda prank, isn't it?"

"I swear it's not, just... Look, after sex, has Kelley ever stayed in the bathroom for like ten minutes or longer?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just answer my question!" Spencer whispered harshly, still looking around to make sure no one would hear.

"Reid, I'm not— Oh... Oh... No..." The journey that Derek's face took almost Spencer feel kind of bad for him, though he'd be lying if a large part of him didn't find this whole thing absolutely hilarious.

"But like I said, I have things to help you," Spencer rushed out. "It's not... Look, maybe it would be better if you just talked to Kelley about it... In the end it's all really about you two, and if you don't have communication coinciding with your sex life then chances are it's not... very good."

"Kelley wanted you to talk to me... That's what she said?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. Y/N told me that she said she couldn't... you know, finish when she was with you and she wanted me to talk to you about it."

"Why?" It was obvious that Derek was having a hard time believing all of this, even after having the epiphany.

"I don't know, I guess Y/N told Kelley at one point that I was good at it? Look, it's not a big deal, just... read the stuff I gave you, and it should help, and then we never have to talk about this ever again, okay?"

Still grappling with everything he'd just learned, Morgan muttered out an, "O—kay?"

"Good talk," Spencer said quickly, turning around and getting out of there as fast as he could.

***

Later that week, Y/N and Spencer were watching a movie on the couch, and things had been... fairly normal considering all that had happened the previous weekend.

A knock sounded at the door, and with neither of them expecting any company, they paused the movie and answered the door together, swinging it open to find Kelley standing in front of them with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.

Before either of them could say anything, Kelley handed the flowers to Spencer and the wine to Y/N, a smile on her face. "Sorry for stopping by on short notice, but I just, uh... I wanted to thank you guys for helping me out... You know..."

"Oh!" the couple said at the same time, a bit of heat creeping up on both their cheeks.

"Yeah, it wasn't a problem," Y/N said.

"Really," Spencer reassured.

"Yeah, I know it was, uh... a strange request but it really did wonders, and we talked over everything, so, it's, uh... It's all good now. So, thanks again. I just wanted to bring over some gifts to say thank you."

Even though the whole situation had been rather out of their comfort zones, Y/N told Kelley with earnest, "Happy to help."

She left, and Spencer and Y/N set their gifts on the coffee table.

"What did you tell Derek, exactly?" she asked curiously. "You never did tell me what happened."

"Oh, um... I just gave him some books, and I wrote out some notes for him."

With a smirk and a loving gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "They must have been some pretty damn good notes if it warranted presents..."

"What can I say, I'm a good note taker," he said, returning her smile.

"Well, I think I'll have to be the judge of that. Show me what you got, smarty pants..."

Let's just say that by the end of the night, Y/N knew Kelley was in good hands.

#mercy 1k celebration #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

[wagner-fell]

I am still very new to this website and I don’t know how link a post but this fic is based on a post by @sandersgrey

(If someone reading this knows how to link a post please either explain it to me or link it in the comments because that post is *amazing*)

“Hmmm,” said Tessa, depositing Mina into Kit’s waiting arms and examining her buzzing phone critically. She shot a quizzical look in his direction.

Jem looked up from his novel. “What is ‘hmmm’, my love?”

Kit mimed vomiting but stopped dead in his tracks when she replied, “it’s Astrid’s mother. You remember her from parent teacher night, don’t you, my darling?” Kit swears they were being extra insufferable just to mess with him but he didn’t have the time to be annoyed when Astrid’s. Mom. Was. Calling. Tessa.

To understand why Kit was panicking as much as he was, you must know that Astrid’s mom was incredibly chill. She never got mad. The worst punishment she’d ever given her daughter was taking away her iPod for a week so she couldn’t listen to Mitski.

Was she calling about last night when Astrid, Mari and Kit threw eggs at the Shadowhunter’s that were giving Mari’s pack a hard time for no reason? No, that couldn’t be it. She’d given them the eggs.

Could the call be about the day before yesterday when Kit and Astrid got distracted doing homework and ended up snapping the coffee table clean in half while battling gladiator style with pool noodles? No, that wasn’t it. She’d just handed Astrid a twenty and told them to go to Kevin’s parents' shop and get a new one. Was she pissed because they ended up spending the money on ice cream instead? No, they ended up finding a table for free in the rubbing bin outside a fancy hotel.

Kit clutched his sister to his chest and prepared for the worst.

“Seo-yoon! What can I do for- Oh, hello Astrid!” Tessa paused briefly, presumably to listen to Astrid speak, and Kit sighed in relief.

“Kit is occupied at the moment but I can relay the message.” Another pause. “Oh don’t be frightened of me. I’m a tots rad mom. Your secret is safe with me.” Kit felt his face flush red as he heard his best friend’s laughter echo across the living room. “Okay! I’ll let him know. He has to get Mina to sleep before he can leave though. Lord knows he’s the only one who can these days.” Tessa chuckled at something Astrid said before wishing her good luck in her endeavour and ending the call.

She turned her attention back to Kit. “Astrid needs your help breaking into your teacher’s home to retrieve her cell phone.”

Kit blinked at her, dumbfounded. “You aren’t mad I’m going to go break the law?”

Because of course he was doing it. Astrid’s dad had bought it for her and he was extremely cautious about money. That was one of three things Kit knew about her dad. He was cheap, he lived in America and he loved the movie Fight Club.

Tessa ruffled Kit’s hair affectionately. “Please. I’ve raised two other Herondales. At least I know about this particular adventure beforehand.”

Mina began snoring softly and Kit handed her back to her mother. He grabbed his bag and started his journey to the door when Tessa added, “she also told me to say hi to a ‘daddy Kit’. Are you ‘daddy Kit?’”

‘Daddy Kit’ closed his eyes and wished for the sweet release of death.

“Why is Kit a daddy,” Jem asked, genuinely confused. “Aren’t I the daddy?”

Kit swung the door open so fast not even a speed rune could have aided him. But not before I heard Tessa reply, “Lily Chen certainly thinks so.”

Mrs. MacNamara clapped her hands together. “Why don’t we all go around and say a few things about ourselves?”

Kit buried his face into his hands. He’d been relieved when no other teacher had fulfilled the Disney channel stereotype of making every student introduce themselves to the new kid. But Mrs. MacNamara didn’t even seem to realize what she was doing.

All Kit’s fellow classmates groan. Expect one. Her hand shot up immediately. She was short, like smaller than Clary short. She wore a baggy pink shirt with the words ‘Queen Glimmer of Etheria’ sewed on with purple sequins and tight black jeans. Her colourful, choppy hair was in a low ponytail and she flew a few strands out of her eyes as her hand wiggled in the hair.

Mrs. MacNamara pointed at her. She stood up and smiled at Kit. “Hi. My name is Astrid. My hobbies include making my little cousin’s girl Barbies kiss, as it should be, and watching television shows where everyone is a terrible person so you can love all of them!”

“And what shows might that be?” asked Kit, already in the process of pulling out his phone and opening the Notes app.

“Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, Grey’s Anatomy again because it’s seventeen seasons as of right now. And to be fair it practically became a different show when they killed off Mark Sloan.”

“That’s enough, Miss Yang,” said Mrs. MacNamara. Astrid sat down and winked at Kit. Then she took out her phone and airdropped him a complete list of all her favorite shows, along with her number.

After Blessica’s pre-birthday birthday party, they went to Cirenworth and stayed up till four A.M. binging them.

They met outside a queer dry bar called Aries Not Welcome, the unspoken gathering place of the Merry Hoes. It was run by a poly lesbian couple in their mid-thirties. Quinn, Sydney and Aliyah may not have served alcohol but at least they were open 24/7.

“Did you bring the shit?”

Kit gave her a look. “The shit? How conclusive.”

“Shut up. You know, the shadowhunter thing.”

“The shadowhunter thing?”

“The, the, the glow stick that you draw with.”

“The glow stick that I draw wi-“ Kit closed his eyes briefly. “Do you mean a stele?”

Astrid snapped her fingers. “That’s it!” Kit shook his head in exasperation, smiling fondly. “I borrowed a torch from Quinn, let’s move.”

“Should I be worried that you know where Mr. Smith lives?” questioned Kit as he followed Astrid’s lead through the park.

“Should I be worried that your mom was fine with us breaking and entering?” she shot back playfully. Kit pushed Astrid and she fell off the path, laughing all the way.

“You called me ‘daddy’ to my mom’s face.”

She just laughed harder, slinging her arm around Kit’s shoulder. “It was over the phone, Christopher. And as I should.”

“Pffffttt. Why did you get your phone taken anyway?” She put her hands into her jumper pocket and looked at the ground. “Astrid.” She remained silent. “Astrid?”

She mumbled something under her breath. “What?” asked Kit.

“I WAS READING NINEJ FANFICTION!” she shouted.

Kit gasped. “I thought you were a die hard Kanej shipper,” he whispered.

“I’m a multishipper, okay?!” she replied, equally quiet.

“Does Blessica know?”

She shook her head. “And she will never find out.”

Kit saw the opportunity and he seized it. “She’ll never find out as long as you never call me daddy in front of either of my parents.”

She removed her arm from his shoulder and guided them out of the park, in the direction of the many apartments that lined this side of town. “I hate you.”

“Well, so does Mari. You're not special, Ast.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know Mari doesn’t actually hate you, right?! They’re just still in the enemy phase of your enemies-to-lovers romance. She only dislikes you because they feel something for you but they don’t know what so she interrupts it as loathing. In reality, her inner soul knows you’re hot and shmexie.”

Kit didn’t know how to process this so he just nodded and follow Astrid in silence to Mr. Smith’s house. (Plus, he was kinda glad that, according to his best friend, he had a little more time for Mari to ‘discover their true feelings’. If Kit screwed this up, he was out of countries to run off to.)

“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“What,” asked Kit, turning around to face Astrid and closing the drawer he was rifling through. “Did you find your phone?”

“Yeah. But I also found Blessica’s. She was Snapping Kevin. Platonic my ass. But he took the fucking trans flag out of her phone!”

Kit snatched Blessica’s phone out of her hand to examine it for herself. She was telling the truth. Where the glitter pride flag usually rested was just a clear purple case. Kit couldn’t believe his eyes.

“It’s one thing to misgender her every day.” Blessica had forced all four of the other Merry Hoes to sign a contract saying they wouldn’t do anything to harm him because of it. “But this is the last straw. You know what we have to do.” Oops.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any spray paint.”

Kit eyed Mr. Smith’s pink sofa, blue bar stool covers and white picture frames. “I think I have something better in mind.”

It would have been easier for both parties to just zip off the sofa cushions and tape them to the wall but by ripping them off in strips, they ensured he would have to buy new ones. And judging by the car he drove and the fiji water in his fridge, Mr. Smith could definitely afford it.

That reminded him, “I’ll finish up with this. Go put all his fiji water into my bag.” Astrid saluted him and ran off. “Wait.” She stopped and looked at him. “Steal all the remotes you can find.”

“How is he not awake?,” asked Astrid as they ripped the fabric of his seating from the stool.

He shrugged. “Don’t question it.” He shoved the bundle of cloth into her arms. “Glue this above the pink. I’ll handle the frames.”

“Say the magic word,” she sang.

“Please?”

“No. Lesbian. Come on, I thought you knew me better than that.”

Kit laughed quietly. “Can you lesbian glue this above the pink?”

She grinned at Kit. “It would be my pleasure.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello! Sorry I haven’t written anything in so long. School just restarted and it has been…a lot.

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Secrets of the Shore (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Pogues x OC, Eventually JJ x OC

Summary: This is just my rewrite of the show Outer Banks with my own twist by adding another main character which also happens to be John B’s twin sister.

Note: I’ll be honest, this isn’t my best chapter, so please don’t judge too harshly I swear it gets better!!! (: Again, forever grateful for all the kind feedback. I truly appreciate it. If you asked to be on the tag list and I accidentally forgot, please let me know! 

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Slight insinuation to sexual assault.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 & Chapter 4

Like I said before, I'm good at advertising. Although the cell phone towers are still down, making it harder for me to get the word out about a party in the boneyard, I still know how to get around to the other teenagers on this island.

I sneak in an hour of surfing on the beach, afterwards finding Tourons and even some Kooks. These are the best people to go to when you want word to get around. They're rich and live for gossip. They have the internet and cell phone service, which means they can text their friends and send out tweets. And that is exactly what they do when I'm finished talking to them.

Later, I go with JJ and John B to get the kegs. As they work their magic, somehow securing two, I walk around the lot where most kids who live on the Cut hang out, hoping to score cheap booze from a stranger walking into the beer and beverage store. I use to spend a lot of my weekends here when my dad first disappeared. A small part of me still wants to. It was so easy to forget about my life falling apart when I was too wasted to form a complete sentence.

I tell them about the party and tell them to tell their friends and so on.

As I expect, the empty boneyard fills up quickly. To Kie's dismay, almost every kid has a red solo cup in their hand instead of a reusable one by the time the sun sets. Music and the chants of people playing drinking games fill my ears like a bird chirping on a Sunday morning.

Beer dribbles down my chin and onto my pink v neck crop top. JJ has his arm linked around mine, also chugging his drink, trying to down his before me. However, I beat him by one gulp and slam my cup on the sand as triumph.

"Seriously, Mar?" Kie scolds. She picks up my cup and throws it away.

JJ just smiles at me, maybe even looks at me with some kind of pride. It's hard to beat JJ in any drinking match, but I'm his biggest competition. I usually lose against him, but sometimes I have my nights where I'm undefeated.

He points his finger at me, pretending to be mad without losing the smile on his face. He takes a menacing step forward and bends down to lift me over his shoulder. I squeal in surprise and laugh against his back as he swings me around in circles.

When he sets me down, I shove his shoulders playfully. "Looks like you've finally met your match." JJ just shakes his head. "Get me another beer, loser?"

"You're lucky you're cute." He winks.

You can't understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There's us and our friends, working-class derelicts. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They're mostly from pouncy-ass boarding schools, just rich trustfarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks. They're usually my first pick. A night with no attachments and a more than likely chance I'll never see them again.

I walk past Kie, who's sitting on drift wood talking to someone about zodiac signs and horoscopes. And when I pass Pope, I hear him talking about dead bodies and how TV doesn't portray the biological condition of them accurately. I giggle to myself when I see who he's talking to. A really pretty girl who wasn't expecting to get an anatomy lesson from the boy next to her. I make a mental note to work on Pope's flirting tactics.

As I make my way to the back of the beach, I see Sarah Cameron leaning off a fallen lifeguard stand. Her boyfriend, Topper Thornton, is right there with her, trying to get her to come down. Sarah Cameron's known as the Kook princess. Kiara's best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. None of us know why she started hating her all of a sudden. She doesn't like to talk about it so we don't bring it up. However, John B works on Sarah's dad's boat thanks to me.

My teeth clench together at the sight of both of them. The two of them and their friends are the worst Kooks of all. Bad memories prickle my brain like a million tiny needles and the palms of my hands sweat against my solo cup.

I walk to the back of the beach and lean against a tree that's as close to a palm tree as this island is going to see. I like being back here when the sun goes down.  It gives me the perfect view of the party. Watching people laugh and have fun because of a night my friends and I put together makes me feel satisfied. Like I did something to make their day a little more enjoyable.

"Now what's the life of the party doing back here all by herself?" A voice that makes every muscle in my body turn to ice says.

I force myself not to look in his direction. My hands clench tighter around my cup until it bends and beer sloshes on my hand.

"Trying to avoid grimy wandering hands from pompous pricks," I say through clenched teeth. I'm surprised my voice isn't as shaky as I feel. "Go away, Rafe."

Rafe Cameron ignores me and moves to stand in front of me. His blonde hair is slicked back with a gel that's probably more expensive than my entire outfit. He's wearing a salmon pink button up shirt and white shorts. The sight of him makes me sick and I don't know if I want to drink more heavily or throw up and call it a night.

"Oh come on, Marleigh. Let's not pretend like you don't want to finish what we started."

I stand up straighter, feeling bile rise in my throat. "I'd rather rip both of my eyes out with a spoon." My insult wipes his stupid cocky grin off his smug face. At first I take it as a compliment, but the look in his eyes chills me to the bone. "Get out of here, Rafe. I'm not going to tell you again."

Rafe jerks forward and pushes me back into the trunk of the tree. His forearm presses against my chest, right below my collarbone. I try fighting him off but he's surprisingly strong. His eyes swing back and forth with craze, his pupils large and dilated. He's gotta be on something. Cocaine maybe. I've heard rumors.

"You think you can talk to me like that? After what my dad did for your friends?"

"Your dad only helped them in hopes to cover up the mistake that you made," I seethe, trying to push him away again. I try to keep my breathing even and my eyes unblinking. I don't want him to think I'm afraid of him. Even though I'm scared enough to vomit on his two hundred dollar shoes. "I owe you nothing." There's a pause as Rafe considers his next words carefully. So I push even harder. "You know, if you keep bringing it up, people might overhear and start to talk. I don't know if even your dad could buy the entire island's silence."

"You seriously think you can threaten me? You're nothing but a dirty walking piece of trash Pogue. No one will believe the Cut's biggest whore." Rafe shakes his head. "Remember that next time you think about talking to me like that."

His words cut through me like a stab in the chest, but I try not to let him see that. I push against him, keeping my face pinched and my eyes unwavering. "I'm not the same girl I was eight months ago," I say, finally pushing him away from me.

Back then I was a messed up girl who's dad had just left after a big argument that resulted in him thinking she hated him. All I wanted to do was drown myself with drugs and alcohol in hopes to forget about him, even if that meant following Kie to a Kook party when she was trying to roll around in the Kook life. I was easy to manipulate and take advantage of...easy to hurt. But not anymore.

"You think I'm above hitting a girl?" Rafe breathes heavily, his hands clenched to his side. I struck a nerve. One more and he might actually attack me.

"No," I say honestly. "I don't think you're above anything...or anyone. Including me - a dirty walking piece of trash Pogue." I use his words against him.

Rafe jerks forward and raises his hand to hit me and I'm ready for the blow and a fight back, but someone's voice forces us to halt, stopping us like she just pressed paused on a movie screen.

Kie watches us with wide eyes and glances back and forth between us. She looks both scared and angry. Rafe doesn't even bother looking in her direction. He's more disappointed that she got in his way.

I stand up straight again and walk past him, making sure to shove him backwards with my shoulder. Kie wraps her arm around mine and pulls me in close as she guides me away from him. She looks behind us one last time to make sure Rafe isn't following us. When the coast is clear, she stops and turns to look at me with a stone cold expression.

"What the hell was that?" She says, trying to read my face. "Are you okay?"

I can barely hear her behind the screaming in my head. Dirty walking piece of trash Pogue. The Cut's biggest whore. Who would believe you?

"Fine," I shrug, feigning nonchalance. I look back to where I was just standing. Rafe's gone, but the nausea he left me with isn't.

"Marleigh."

"Seriously, Kie. I'm fine. Just some unresolved built up resentment coming out full-fledged. I can't say I'm surprised. Now that summer's started, we're probably going to see a lot more of them."

Kie sighs and looks at me sympathetically. I hate that look.  "You should tell the boys."

"What? No way!" I snap.

"What if he -"

"He's not going to." I glare at her.

"Why won't you just -"

"So they can think of me as some pathetic little girl who needs protection from some self-centered Kook? Besides, John B and probably JJ will go after him and the last thing either of them need is charges pressed against them."

The noise of people yelling at one another and some cheering stops Kie from fighting back with me. We turn to look towards the water, seeing a crowd form around two people fighting. Dread creeps up my chest. If I had one hundred dollars, I'd bet it all that one of my friends is the center of attention in that crowd.

Kie and I run to them, pushing ourselves to the front. My breath hitches in my throat when I see who's involved. John B and Topper are fighting ankle deep in the ocean, each one getting a few good punches in.

"John B, stop!" I yell. I don't care who started the fight or why Topper deserves to get beaten to shit. If John B gets caught, the two of us are more than screwed with DCS.

"We're suppose to be incognito, remember?" Pope yells at my brother next to me.

"Babe!" Sarah yells at her boyfriend, jerking back and forth, trying to grab him by the shirt to pull him back. But his movements are scrappy. Sarah would just get hurt.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The crowd around us cheer like it's a high school wrestling match and not my brother, the one that threw them this party by the way. I can't believe people find this as a source of entertainment. Half of them wouldn't even last a second if they were the one's getting beaten to a pulp.

Topper gets the upper hand and throws John B into the water. I flinch from the pain that must of caused to John B's back.

"Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?" Topper says.

In that moment my vision turns red and a switch flips in my body. I picture my hands around Topper's neck and him begging for me to let him go - him taking back those words.

When I step into the water to reach him, arms wrap around my waist, stopping me from going forward. I glare at the blonde Pogue and try shoving him away from me but that only makes his grip on me tighten.

"JJ, let me go," I grunt.

"Sorry, pretty girl. Can't do that." His lips are so close that I can feel his breath.

John B tackles Topper to the ground and punches him in the face again.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"John B, let it go!" Kie screams. "Stop, you guys!"

Topper kicks John B's feet from under him and just like that, JB is back in the water. The Kook kneels next to him and punches my brother across the face before shoving his head into the water.

"Topper stop!" I yell.

"Come on John B!" Pope yells.

Topper lets John B come up for air before dunking him back in. I feel my chest tighten when I realize what Topper is going to do, whether he means to or not.

"JJ, please! He's going to kill him! JJ!" I cry against his hold.

"Come on, Man!" Topper taunts John B, keeping his head under water.

I'm going to kill him, I think. The second JJ lets go, I'm going to rip Topper apart.

"Topper, stop! No!" Sarah cries.

"Pope!" JJ says, swinging me around before pushing me into our other friend's arms. "Hold her."

"What? No!" I fight back but even Pope is stronger than I give him credit for.

JJ disappears to God knows where and I'm left watching like a stranded duck. I feel useless, like I should be doing more to help my brother. Everything I said to Rafe only minutes ago goes straight out the window. Maybe I am weak and still a girl who needs protecting.

Then the world freezes. JJ holds the gun we found in the motel to Topper's head, not only making Topper pause, but the rest of the crowd too. Pope releases his hold on me and I stumble away from him. I only watch the scene unfold in front of me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, you know what that is," JJ says, clicking the safety off the gun. "Your move, broski."

"Come on!" Pope yells. "Chill dude!"

"Stop! JJ!" Sarah cries. "Put the gun down!"

"Did you say something princess?" JJ turns towards Sarah and points his gun at the sky.

"We're good. We're good." Topper stumbles away from my brother to stand in front of his girlfriend.

The second he backs away, I'm in the water helping John B. I pull his upper back into my lap and push his hair out of his face. He coughs up a couple gulps of water before relaxing against me.

"Kie! Can you check your psycho friend, please!" Sarah yells.

"Okay, everyone, listen up!" JJ addresses everyone else who still watch in fear. "Get the hell off our side of the island!" He fires two bullets into the sky, causing people to shriek and cry around me.

"Are you crazy?" Kie yells at him. "Why do that?"

"I'm saving his life, okay?" JJ yells back at her.

When people begin dispersing, Pope runs into the water to help me lift John B back to shore. He's in a daze and barely able to stand on his own.

The four of them help me drag him back to the Chateau, the party long forgotten. Kie covers John B with blankets and places a glass of water on the nightstand for when he wakes up. I don't say anything as the night wraps up. I'm not mad at JJ like Pope and Kie. He did what he had to do to save John B. Topper could have killed him and the police would probably chop it up as an accident and I would be left with no family.

"You guys should go," I say.

I just want to be alone. Between Rafe and Topper, all I can think about is sleep so I can wake up to a new day. Start over and try again.

"Are you sure?" JJ asks, looking between my eyes to find any sign for him to stay.

As much as I want JJ to stay the night and let me cuddle into him like the night before, it's best if I'm alone. So I reluctantly nod.

"You can stay at mine tonight, JJ," Pope offers.

I offer a weak smile before turning around to lock myself in my room. When I hear the door to the Chateau close one last time for the night, I sigh deeply and stare up at my ceiling. I'm restless, anxious, sweaty. As much as I want sleep, sleep doesn't want me. I toss and turn hoping for a wave of darkness to hit me but it never does.

I glance at my clock. 3:04 AM. I roll my eyes and groan to myself, pushing myself up against my bed's headboard. I tip toe out of the Chateau and make my way down to the dock. I dip my toes in the water and lay back against the wooden slacks. The moon's half crescent illuminates the water, dark with a mystery glint. It's cold against the night, feeling refreshing against my skin.

Even my mind isn't tired. My head wanders with different thoughts. Rafe, Topper, Scooter, the gun...my dad. His words echo through my ears like a skipping record. The night before he disappeared he told John B and I that he might have to vanish for a bit. This only caused a major fight to brew between my father and I whereas John B only nodded and said okay. I think this is why John B still holds on to hope that he's alive somewhere.

John B was always the loyal one to my father. Although they fought almost as much as my dad and I, they were quick to move on and pretend like it wouldn't happen again. Even though it always did. He tried to help my dad keep me on track with school, friends, and other activities. Most of the time, he just joined in on my antics. Sometimes I regret not giving my dad enough credit. He was a single father to Pogue twins with the distraction of his own obsession. My last words to him haunt me every day I pass his office.

"I hate you!" I screamed. I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears. I wanted him to know I was strong and that I didn't need him. I think my main intention was to hurt him like he hurt me, but I would do anything to take it back.

                                                  ~ ~ ~

I wake up to the low rumble of an engine and the crunch of gravel underneath some tires. I blink away the sleep in my eyes, looking out into the marsh. The sun is above me, warming the entire island with it's summer heat so early in the morning.

My back aches as I sit myself up. I twist to find the noise that woke me up.

"Shit," I curse when I see the cop car parked in front of the Chateau.

Sheriff Peterkin sees me walking up my yard and waits for me to approach her before barging into my house. I squint against the morning light. Even though I'm not in the mood for a pop in, I actually like Peterkin. She's the only one I trust to do her job right.

"I hope you brought some coffee," I say before opening the door for her.

"This will be quick," She says. I watch her eyes scan my kitchen and living room judgmentally. "Where's your brother?"

I point to his room. Peterkin gives me a look to go first. I sigh, knocking twice on the door before letting myself in. John B is still passed out. Half of his body hangs off the bed. His left eye is officially black and blue, a mark I know Peterkin won't subtly ignore. It's the first thing she sees and gives me a sideways glance. I cross my arms and look away.

John B blinks up at us when he hears our footsteps. His brows furrow in confusion, sleep still fogging his head.

"Get decent, sweetie," Peterkin says. "We need to talk."

As we wait for JB to get dressed, I sit on the pull out couch in my living room, fumbling with my thumbs until he appears, dressed in an open button up and swim trunks. He glances between Peterkin and I for some answers but neither of us give him any.

"Sorry to break in like this," She says, pacing the floor. John B stands next to me with his arms crossed. "But DCS called. They wanted me to check on you. See how you two are doing." Neither of us answer. "So, how are you, besides -" She points to JB's shiner and I hold myself back from rolling my eyes. So far so good!

"Oh, no, I'm - I'm great," John B says, shrugging like our life is just full of rainbows and butterflies. "Yeah, fantastic. Uh... thanks for coming by."

Peterkin just smirks. "I'm so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember. Oh yeah. One of the things I heard was that your Uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn't been in the state for three months."

"Yes he has -"

Peterkin cuts me off. "You don't have to say anything. I know it's true. I called the school. They said you used to be a good student," She says, looking at John B. Then she looks at me. "You not so much. But John they say now you're failing all your classes."

"No. No, I'm only failing one and it's history. He's a dick. He's out for me - "

"I heard," Peterkin continues, not giving a damn about John B's bullshit excuses, "there was a fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved."

My eyes snap up to look directly at Peterkin. I feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. What else was she going to ask? Would JJ get in trouble? Are we going to jail?

"Okay, gun?" John B plays dumb. "No. Did I get in a  dustup? Yeah, but was there a gun? No. No way," He scoffs.

"That's okay I know who it was. I'll get to him. All I'm worried about right now is making sure you're in a safe home."

"Yeah," I say. "Super safe."

John B knocks the table next to him. "Super sound, sturdy. You know?"

"Uncle T's coming so..." I say to get John B to stop talking. He's a lot of things but a good liar isn't one of them.

"That's what he told you?" Peterkin looks at me with a raised brow.

"Yeah."

"If he is coming," Peterkin picks up a cigarette and sniffs it. "I think you should be allowed to stay."

"Thank you."

"But if I stick my neck out for you, you have to help me. Tit for tat."

John B tilts his head in confusion. "What - what does tat mean?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and let my head fall back. I swear I'm going to buy duct tape to keep this boy's mouth shut.

Peterkin ignores him. "Let me see, how can you help me? Oh, I know. So, a body was found in the marsh yesterday. Were you in the marsh yesterday?"

"Yeah," I decide to answer. "We were fishing for some drum."

"You catch anything?"

"Nah, we were skunked."

"Strange," She says, not believing me. "Fishing's usually good after a storm. All sorts of things get stirred up. You come across a wreck yesterday?"

"No." My heart falls deeper,  but I try to keep a straight face.

This makes Peterkin sigh and she glances between the two of us. "You two are skimmin' just above the surface. Now, down here is foster care, juvie," She says, dropping her hand to about knee length. "Pretty big drop for smart kids like the both of you." She moves her hand to eye level. "Up here is you and your little friends doing whatever you want. Outer Banks...or foster care on the mainland." I let her threat swim in my brain. "You one inch above the surface, Routledge. If I was you, I'd start flapping my wings." She looks at us one last time, no longer wanting to play games. "Now, you sure you didn't come across a wreck yesterday?" She looks at John B who's more likely to blab than me.

I look up at my brother, warning him that he needs to lie.

He shrugs his shoulder, the lie sliding across his tongue like silk. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm sure."

Peterkin looks between John B and I and nods slowly. "It's better if you didn't, you understand? I'm gonna look the other way as long as you stay out of the marsh." She runs her finger along the wooden kitchen table and rubs the dust between her fingers. "I got dogs living better than this. You might wanna think about cleaning' up."

Peterkin lets herself out without saying goodbye. John B and I don't say anything until her car pulls out of the driveway and only then do we just share a look that says how screwed we both are.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Interruption (modern au)

The school of U.A was one of the most popular and importants around Japan and the area. You and a few other teachers were considered lucky to work as teachers there and some even envy you all for the payment.

Well... you and your coworker Aizawa could say other wise.... Toshinori, Mic and the others could sure be happy but the job was draining. And now with this pandemic thing going on it seemed that online classes were more exhausting then the normal ones... the hell?

'At least you dont have to get out of the house' you commented once on a teachers reunion and some answered you by laughter, others by whines and Aizawa only sipping his slcoffe while petting his cat as Eri gave all of you a cheerful greeting.

"Eh?!?!?!? So is not 160 the answer?!" You heard Denki Kaminari voice at your computer as you giggled at the bunch of laughter on the zoom chat.

"By my calculations is seems like the answer is 90, right (L/n)-sensei?" You nodded at your camera at seing and hearing Momo as you clicked on some things and showing the online board.

"You guys can see the results and the solving of the problem here. Any questions? Kaminari?"

"Oh shit it was that simple?" You snorted as some of the bakusquad as they named themselves laughed.

"Fucking stupid who cant solve a problem."

"Bakugou..." you scolded softly before you saw it Midoriya's hand raised "Yes Midoriya?"

"(Y/n)-sensei there is a problem of anatomy that I wanted to discuss with you!"

"Oh, of cour-!"

"No one cares DEKU!"

"Bakugou!" You scolded again and sighed, supporting your head on your hands as you tried to control your laughter... Those kids never failed to amuse or to entertain you.

You heard the door cracking open and you turned your head to the apartment door to see your boyfriend coming from work with a exausted face. Tossing his jacket aside as he called your name softly.

You mouthed a sorry to your students while pressing the mute and turning off the camera... well, that's was what you wanted to do at least.

"Hey." You spike softly as he only scotted to you, wrapping his bandages arms on your waist and making himself at home in your arms as you giggled softly, combing his dyed hair on your fingers as he rested his face on the crook of your neck.

You took the chance of grabbing your computer and your notebook with your pens, placing the laptop on top of you and your tired boyfriend as he breathed in and out on you, ocassionaly tightening his hold on you.

"Sorry guys, I will have to continue the class without the camera but moving on-" you heard giggles and snickers from many of your students but you simple brushed off as then messing ok his phones instead of paying attention to classes... you could only scold them softly with a joke or two but hey, is not like you can do what you usually did on classes.

The class moved on, you answering questions and praising everyone for their hard work as the male on top of you smuggled his face every once in a while on you, coincidentally the giggles getting just after that.

"Well usually we would have ten minutes left, but since I know all of you are exausted I will let you all have a break." You said while writing on your notebook some annotations as some students cheered.

"You're the best (L/n)-sensei!" You shaked your head with a smile at Kirishima's words, glad at least that your voice wasn't mumbled by your boyfriend's hair.

"Thank you thank you. Any more questions? I will be solving them." You hummed at seing Shoto's hand raised, Todoroki wasn't much of a talker yet his relationship with you was particularly interesting and like he was even a little brother to you as well. "Yes Todoroki-kun?"

"First, thank you for the class (Y/n)-san." You snorted, your only student who called you that "And second, Touya. Mom, Natsuo and Fuyumi send a hi and asked if things were okay for both of you."

Your eyes widened as one turquoise eye cracked open lazily, staring directly at the camera before you bursted in embarrased laughter along with your students, poor Shouto not understand why everyone was laughing that much.

"So you catched us huh?" You giggled as Touya sighed, closing his eyes once again and answering a few of questions including of his little brother.

"Oh gosh." You spoke after seing the time writen on your laptop "I took the break of all of you, I'm so sorry kids."

"Don't worry (L/n)-sensei!" Urakaka spoke on the mic as the others agreed to her words.

"You with Todoroki-kun's older brother is just so cuteeeee!!! I ship it!" Mina made a signal of heart with her hands on her camera as you giggled, your boyfriend shaking from the movement of your chest.

"Right right, thank you guys. Now I will leave the class to Aizawa before he rips my head out." They all whined as Touya tsked on your neck at they behaviour.

"Mom also asked if we could visit on this weekend." You snorted as the other students laughed at Shouto's words before Touya just raised his hand to give a thumbs up before plopping down to your waist. "He said yes."

"Okay now, dont forget to do your homework and study for the online text tommorow, I'm looking at noth of you Mina and Kaminari." They all made a salute out of joke as you rolled your eyes and wished them a good day before finishing your class.

You looked at your boyfriend, whose was still face deep buried on your neck a syou chuckled.

"Come on! It was kinda of funny!" You yelped at the pinch you received on your thigh before softening your gaze and playing with his hair, his natural color slowly growing and coming back.

"Is everything okay? You want to talk about it?" You felt him shake his head as a no on your neck before breathing in and tightening his hold on you.

"Shitty day doll..." he mumbled before you kissed his head as you cooed over your boyfriend.

"Its okay baby, take a nap, my job is over for today so..." you layed with his hair as he hummed, body relaxing and slowly giving onto slumber.

You soon received both messages of Natsuo and Fuyumi on the group chat you were added some months ago. The only member being the todoroki siblings, you and Rei.

Natsuo:

Party rock onto Touya's house tonight!😝🎵🎶

Fuyumi:

Thanks for accepting us in your apartment (Y/n)-chan!

Natsuo:

Yeah! Thanks a lot... but can you do us ust a favor? Send a pic of that sleepy head to us will you?😂👌 we saw through Shouto screen right when you ended the classes and we couldn't get it!

You snorted, clicking on the app of camera and snapping one or three pics of him sleeping on your chest as you sended only two, the most precious one where you got him smilling on your neck you decided to make as a wallpaper.

Natsuo:

Doesn't even look like the old man he is 😂😂😂🤣🤣

Fuyumi:

💕💓😚

Rei:

Thank you for taking care of him (Y/n), my son looks so peaceful on your arms sweety 😊🙏

Shouto:

Classes are over.

Natsuo:

ALREADY?!😱

Shouto:

Yes. I was just going to ask if (Y/n)-san would like to taste cold soba. Do you, (Y/n)-san?

"Look at what you got yourself into.." you yelped softly at the vibrations of his voice on your neck before carresing his cheek.

"I thought you were sleeping?"

"I have ears, the flash also bothered my eyes doll." He mumbled as you deadpanned.

Shit...

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[chefsydney]

JJPOPE WEEK DAY 2 - HURT/COMFORT

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(this is a version of the scholarship talk i was hoping to see s2, g0d forbid. anyway, i hope u like it! @staybeautifulmp3 this is me tagging u <3 & @jjpopeweek !)

“I thought I would be the first one back here.” JJ says stepping into John B’s backyard, finding Pope lying in one of the hammocks.

He doesn’t have to ask when he sees him crying because he holds up his phone for JJ to take.

It’s an email from the scholarship foundation from a couple days after the interview officially letting him know he didn’t get it. Pope didn’t see it until now because he wasn’t really keeping up with his emails as of late. He wasn’t really keeping up with anything or doing anything at all.

Eventually, after spending what felt like endless days inside he takes a walk. He couldn’t sit on the couch anymore and watch his mom attempt to teach JJ how to knit while dodging local news updates about his missing friends.

He said he would be back in 20 but after a while he finds himself sitting in a very familiar hammock in a very familiar backyard. He doesn’t want to think about why, he just let’s it happen.

After a while he figures he should text his mom so she doesn’t worry. For the first time since that night, he turns on his phone. As he scrolls through his notifications something catches his eye; an email from the scholarship foundation. He opens it to find what he expected. An official letter declaring the winner. As he already knew, it wasn’t him. It still hurts though.

He worked so hard to prepare for that scholarship interview. He practiced answering possible questions with his mom and wrote what felt like a million rough drafts of the essay he submitted. He was going to make sure they knew he was a dedicated and focused student, that he was the best one they interviewed. That part because it’s true.

After JJ sees it, he pockets Pope’s phone and pulls on the hammock to get in.

“Move over. There’s bird shit in that one.”

He squeezes in next to Pope, shoulder to shoulder. Pope’s too tired to make a comment about all the swinging around and just lays his head on JJ's shoulder.

“I was the best one they interviewed. I already knew it. Mr. Sunn told me the only other people interested were Tyler and that new girl who transferred to our class last year, the one who told you that acrylic nails went into your fingers.”

“The video was very convincing.”

“Yeah… Anyway, I guess she never showed, so now the scholarship goes to him.” He squeezes his eyes closed and makes a disgusted face. “Tyler, bro. My scholarship is in the hands of a fucking philosophy major.”

“Philosophy? Gross.”

“Yeah, I know.”

JJ lays his head softly onto Pope’s.

“I’m sorry, Pope. We’ll get you there somehow. I know we will.”

“Not feeling so sure about that.”

“Tell me about your plan, Pope. Why do you wanna go to school and be a zombie doctor?”

“Well, I love anatomy and pathology. I think they’re both incredibly interesting and fascinating. The more I learn, the more I love it. Becoming a medical examiner would be a huge accomplishment I would be really proud of.” As he continues, he gets a little more animated and talks with his hands. It makes JJ smile.

“I would enjoy my job and feel excited about my work. It’s also about peace of mind. It’s a good, respectable, well paying job. I will never struggle to find and keep a position. I won’t have to worry about making rent or missing payments on bills. I’ll be able to help my parents retire and give them what they deserve.”

“You worry about them a lot.” He wasn’t accusing, it was just a statement. He always knew that Pope worried about his parents (because he kinda worries about everybody), he can just see it more and more recently.

“Yeah, I do. It’s really important that I get through school as fast as I can. What if something happens to them? What if another hurricane comes through and rips the roof off? What if one of them gets sick and can’t work? Like, they’re not getting any younger, something could happen. They’ve worked so hard their whole lives, man. They shouldn’t have to work forever. The sooner I graduate and start working, the sooner they can retire.”

He takes a deep breath.

“And like, you... What if something happens? And you need me. I don’t know. I think about all this shit.” He grabs JJ’s hand that’s laying next to his and squeezes.

“Don’t worry about me, Pope. I’ll be fine.” He squeezes back.

“You went to jail. What if you pull some shit like that again and I gotta bail you out?”

“Do you plan on sinking any more boats?”

“Not funny.”

“Not kidding.” He reaches over and pokes Pope’s cheek. “Well, I think you can use some of that.”

“What?”

“I think you can use some of that for your next scholarship essay.”

“Huh?”

JJ jostles the hammock around trying to get something out of his back pocket. After a little bit of a struggle, he pulls out a crumpled paper and holds it up in front of Pope’s face.

“I emailed Mr. Sunn a couple days ago and asked about other scholarships for you. He sent me a couple this morning. This one sounds like the best for you.” JJ says simply.

Pope doesn’t know what to do. He feels completely overwhelmed, and kind of like he’s going to start crying again, so all he can think of to say is, “You sent an email?”

JJ lets out a big laugh.

“Shut up.” He nudges him with his elbow. “Yeah, I sent an email.” He laughs quietly. “The interview for this one isn’t ‘til November so you have a lot of time to prepare.”

“What the hell?” Before he can think too much about it, Pope turns his head and gives JJ a soft kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.”

JJ is glad that Pope settles back to resting his head on his shoulder so he can’t see his face turning pink. Just a little.

#i hope someone saw that nail video or i’m gonna look real stupiddd #talk to me about the difference between medical examiner & coroner & forensic pathologist #they r literally three whole different jobs #i picked the one i thought pope would like best :) #jjpopeweek2021 #my writing stuff #m

[darker-soft-starker]

Starker High School AU, Pt 3 (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 4, Pt 5)

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There were two things in life that Peter was unequivocally certain were true.

Number one was that Monday mornings were a universally despised, unpleasant experience that no weekend could ever ease the pain of having to endure.

And number two: Sit-ups were a specific and profound mechanism of torture that no person should ever be required to engage in, recreationally or mandated.

Of course, it would be just his luck that the two were combined on this very Monday morning.

It was cruel and unusual is what it was, Peter thought, hands curled at his temples as he pushes himself into a sitting position, falling back onto the dewy grass with a thud that steals the breath from his chest.

Bucky, holding his ankles, encourages him to complete his set.

“I can’t,” Peter gasps, his stomach trembling as he pulls himself up again. “I - oh fuck - I hate this. I hate exercise.”

Bucky squeezes his ankles tighter. “C’mon, Parker, only three more. You can do it.”

Peter shakes his head, even as he pulls himself up again with a pained groan.

“No, I can’t. Make it stop.”

“Two more. You got it. Sit-ups are not the boss of you.”

“Yes - ahh - they are!”

“One more!”

Sweat pours down his neck and his muscles protest as he pulls himself up for the last time. He gets probably only most of the way up before his gravity slams to the ground.

Bucky slaps his bare calf encouragingly as Peter stares up into the glaring morning sun, arms splayed out, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Oh, god. Never again. That was the worst. 

Covering his eyes with his quivering arms he wonders if maybe coach will indulge him just this once. Maybe he can stay here until training is over, perhaps curl up into a ball and try to blend in with the grass so that no one sees him or subjects him to any more exercise. 

Except Coach Danvers is already yelling at him to get off the ground and get moving.

He smacks his hands over his ears but it’s no use.

“Get up Parker, last warning!”

“Respite!” He yells back pleadingly, curling in tighter upon himself. “Please!”

Her whistle pierces the air.

“Now!”

Coach has been on edge all morning. Her harsh has turned razor edged in the face of their upcoming match against Kingston this Thursday, reminding the team of her expectations, tolerating nothing other than complete dedication.

Which, whatever.

Peter’s dedicated, okay? It’s Monday. He dragged his ass out of bed to be here at an unholy hour, exhausted and bloated from his indulgent weekend, didn’t he?

Erring on the margin of spite towards Danvers and self motivation, which he suspects is her aim, he pushes himself back up. Taking each of Bucky’s ankles in his grip, he starts counting as Bucky begins his set. 

Not that he needs the assistance, Bucky proves his strength by ripping through the set like a bull stampeding through a brick wall. He doesn’t even break a sweat. Dude’s crazy athletic.

It’s really not fair.

As he mentally counts the reps, Peter thinks Bucky’s the kind of fit that Peter both hoped and never hoped to be. He’s effortlessly capable at any physical task, but he works hard for it, harder than Peter would ever dream of working, dedicating hours to gym time and conditioning. Bucky’s not even out of breath when he strikes up conversation. 

“How was your weekend, PP?”

“S’okay. Played Mario Kart with my Aunt all weekend.”

Bucky grins as his upper half rises to meet his knees. “Oh, party animal. She doing okay?”

“Yeah, she’s good,” Peter grins wryly, taking one of his hands from the other’s ankle to push the sweat-damp hair from his eyes. “Kicked my ass though. She always takes Toad.”

“Switch?”

“Nah, GameCube. How was your weekend?”

“Boring. Parents were home all weekend and wanted some ‘family time’.”

“So, you just watched The Voice all weekend?”

“Yup.”

“Nat sneak in after?”

“Yup. How’d it go with Stark on Friday?” Bucky accepts Peter’s hand as he finishes his set. Peter pulls him up and pats him on the back.

The set off in a jog to complete a lap of the field, Coach yells that only five minutes are left, urging them to pick up speed. Peter’s lungs burn when he speaks.

“It was fine.”

Bucky looks at him dubiously, flyaways whipping at his face.

“Well not like, fine-fine, but no bloodshed. See? All limbs intact.” He holds his arms out mid-sprint. 

“Wow, so you’re basically best friends now.”

“No.”

“Did you hold hands and braid each other’s hair?”

Incensed, Peter shoves at Bucky to the sound of his snickering,

“Ew, stop, I just had breakfast. Look, the first experience was painful enough. Can we move on? I really don’t want to talk about it.”

---

“And then he hit on my Aunt,” Peter complains in the showers, soaping up his chest. “Literally right in front of me. Who does that?”

“Did she flirt back?” Bucky asks, dipping his head into the spray. 

“What? No. He said he was just trying to get under my skin,” he puts his head beneath his own shower head, the water pleasantly lukewarm against his heated skin. “I mean, what kind of psychopath does that?”

“Yeah, but your aunt is super hot though,” Wilson says to his right. “Stark’s an asshole, but he’s not crazy.”

There is a general murmur of agreement around the showers. 

“I’m going to need you all to shut up right now,” Peter warns, turning to point at them all. “Keep my aunts name out of your mouth while you’re washing your balls, alright?”

“You heard him, move on,” Rogers cuts in, offering Peter a sympathetic smile. 

He nods gratefully as conversation quickly turns to girls, grades and the upcoming Thanksgiving holidays. There was a reason why Peter was on Roger’s side all these weeks ago, he thinks, observing how the entire team respects his command without query. The guy was just interested in doing the right thing, and that’s pretty cool.

By the time they’re all dried and dressed, the topic is forgotten, much to Peter’s relief. He’s nearly late to first period though, too busy watching Wilson and Barnes smack each other with wet towels and attempting to tame his unruly curls into something resembling neatness. He’s not proud of the amount of gel it takes, but it’s what he’s got to work with. 

It’s not that he’s obsessed with his appearance or anything, but he has a routine that he sticks to. Gel and lots of it.

Once, in third grade, Flash pulled one of Peter’s tightly coiled ringlet between his fingers, pulled on it and said oink. Peter still had some lingering baby fat at the time and so, as cruel as children can be, Peter was donned Piggy Parker for a time afterwards. Sometimes Porky Parker. They’re friends now, but the oinking and snuffling that followed him around the playground still haunts him.

Anyway.

On the way to first period Rogers walks alongside him down the hall. They have English together, but usually make their way separately. It kind of weirded Peter out for a moment because while they’re team-mates, they’re not really friends. 

“Heard you got paired with Stark for an assignment,” the other boy says, his wry smile caught between amused and sympathetic. “That’s shit luck, Parker.” 

“You’re telling me,” Peter agrees, waving to Ned and Betty as they pass. “Dude’s a freakin’ prick.”

Rogers bumps their shoulders together.

“You said it. Want me to have a word with him, get him to back off?”

“Nah,” Peter shakes his head. “I can handle Stark, he’s just some bored rich kid looking for a fight. Besides,” he gives Rogers a once-over, “pretty sure you’re supposed to keep your distance after your last brawl with him.”

“True,” he concedes, clamping Peter’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze as they stop before their room. “But we’re a team, alright? Just say the word and I’ll encourage some sense into him. Promise to be gentle.”

Peter clamps his hands over his heart with a flair of drama, despite being truly touched. “You’re my hero, Captain Rogers.”

Rogers rolls his eyes and shoves him into the classroom.

“Alright, smartass. Let’s go.”

Inside, he smiles sheepishly at Mrs Perez who glowers at them for their lateness and takes his usual seat between Clint and Shuri. He signs a good morning to the former and smiles at the latter, who is staring down at her desk with disdain.

“What’s wrong?” He nudges her chair with his foot to grab her attention.

“The curriculum.” She raises her head and points to the board miserably. It reads Lord of the Flies.

Oh, great. He could use the nap.

Peter smiles sympathetically, opening his nearly full notebook up to a blank page. “How was your weekend?”

“Meh.”

“Meh?”

“Mmm,” She nods, gesturing airily. “You know, eh. Oh, oh! I heard you spent the weekend getting cosy with Stark,” Shuri follows, pretending to search through their textbook. “Wow, that’s a three-sixty, PP. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“What?” Peter hisses, voice lowering when their teacher looks around as roll-call commences. “That’s not -- ”

“Parker!” Perez yells for roll call.

“Present!”

Shuri snickers as Peter’s hand shoots up.

Lucky for him it’s the last he hears of it.

Kinda.

---

His next class is Bio with MJ who, thankfully, says very little through class. She inspects him with bleary eyes when he enters, nursing a coffee in her hands, always earlier than Peter who has to come from the other side of the school.

Peter’s grateful for the reprieve. When she does speak to him, it’s to borrow a pen or to offer him a sip of her coffee. It’s not a lab class today, only note-taking and listening to their teacher drone on about plant anatomy in the same monotone, so he accepts the bitter black coffee without hesitation.

It’s only then that he ventures to initiate conversation.

“So,” he begins precariously, doodling in his notebook, “how was your weekend?”

She shrugs, appearing more awake than earlier. “It was okay. You?”

“It was okay.”

And that was that, he’s relieved to note, companionable silence falling between again as they turn their attention to their teacher again. It’s not until they’re packing up their books at the end of class that MJ speaks to him again.

“See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, dude. Save us a table?”

“You bet. Oh, and by the way, I heard Stark is gonna be your new step-daddy. Congrats.”

Peter groans.

“How do you -- you know what, no,” he says, pulling his backpack over his shoulders and making a x with his arms. “Nope. No more talking about Stark, he is persona non grata. I’m traumatised enough.”

MJ pushes his glasses up after they slipped precariously down his nose during his declaration. “You’re so dramatic, dude.”

He bumps their shoulders together on the way out of the room and shakes his head.

“Why do people keep saying that?”

---

Ned texts him during recess; Peter is taking an extended break in the bathroom despite not needing to be there, but he’s definitely not hiding, nope. He’s just chilling in the cubicle.

< heard stark spent the weekend < lol wtf < plz verify < actually i don’t want to know < no wait i do tell me < dude

< hello?

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Traitors, all of them.

He wonders if he should leave this school and start anew elsewhere.

---

Here’s the thing.

As much as Peter loves his friends, he has limits to how long he can spend with them before needing a time out.

They’re his motley crew of village idiots. Some he’s known since first grade, like Ned and Flash, others only since he came to the school and subsequently, the football team.

This school headhunted him because of his academic merit. With his pursuit of scholastic excellence - and the fact that some of his best friends would be attending the school, he applied for and was awarded a scholarship. It was a no-brainer - he had big dreams and even bigger expectations of himself to achieve them and he wanted May to be proud of him.

Which was why when it was suggested that he try out for JV, having exhibited some physicality during gym class, he decided to give it a try. It would look great to have on his applications, he was assured.

So he did. Somehow his wiry frame and years of gymnastics was considered an asset and he was promptly recruited by Coach Danvers. At first he deeply regretted the additional commitment -- the early hours, the soreness, adapting to the internal culture within the team. But he’s persevered and he’s glad that he did. 

And for the most part, he copes okay. He can juggle football obligations and after-school activities and the odd tutoring jobs here and there and stay sane, right?

Sort of.

Because as grateful as he was for his broad circle of friends, Peter was still, at heart, an introvert. And right now, his social energy is running on fumes. 

It’s because of this - and nothing to do with the relentless questions about Stark - that Peter retreats to the library at lunch that day. 

Nestled away in the dusty, back corner, near the collection of old encyclopaedias that nobody reads, are an assortment of bean bags. It’s away from the main area, quiet and disregarded by most. It used to be a thriving recreational area way before Peter’s time, but there wasn’t any maintenance to it over the years. Now the bags are old, terribly lumpy and are speckled with suspicious stains, the fabric is thinning and aged. Most people purposefully avoid the old rec area, which is why Peter likes this spot best. It’s his secret hiding space.

He prepares to disassociate for the next forty minutes by getting comfortable on his favorite bean bag and popping his earphones in. 

Next, he retrieves his slightly soggy ham-tomato sandwich from his bag and takes a large bite after unwrapping it. The first burst of tomato hits his tongue at the same time as the music begins. 

Ah, to be alone.

Closing his eyes, he allows his body to sink into the bag and for his thoughts to wander freely.

Of course, because his luck is as poor as he is, his seclusion lasts all of three songs before someone else enters into his space. Well it’s not his space, technically, but it should be. 

When Peter creaks an eye open to see who is intruding he’s surprised to see Thor perched on the bean-chair opposite him. They catch each others stare and smile.

Well, alone time is overrated. 

Maybe his luck isn’t down the drain after all - because this is his opportunity to prove he isn’t a total fumbling loser. He doesn’t know which deity he pleased to be alone in a quiet corner of the library with Thor, but someone up there is clearly looking out for him.

He wants to say something, to strike up a conversation that might make Peter seem cool and only casually interested - something that would make him sound both smart and like, available.

But not too available. 

With little success, Peter wracks his brain for the best opening line but frets because he’s ever been cool or collected a day in his life. And great, now he’s just been sitting there smiling for like two whole minutes like an absolute weirdo. Come on, Parker, say something! 

Thor acts well before Peter has the chance to say anything, pointing at him, his mouth moving with words Peter can’t hear. 

Realising a moment too late that his earphones are still playing music from his phone, Peter hurries to tug them out if his ears, smacking himself in the face in the .

“Sorry, I was --” Peter gestures to his ears, hands shaking, cheeks going hot. God, Thor is talking to him. Him! Peter Parker! “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I said I like your shirt!” Thor replies, way more loudly than what would normally be socially acceptable for a library, but Peter does not care. Thor likes his shirt.

“This?” He asks, gesturing downwards to his shirt where crumbs are dusted at the collar. “You like Nirvana?”

“I do not know Nirvana,” Thor smiles, “but it looks very cool. Peter, right?”

“Uh yeah,” he nods, face positively flaming because again, he knows Peter’s name. Quickly sweeping the crumbs from his shirt, he extends his hand out to the older boy who shakes his hand. Holy shit. Be cool. “I’m Parker -- I mean, Peter. Yes. Nice to be here. I mean, nice to be speaking. To you.”

Even as Peter’s arm is roughly jostled with Thor’s exuberant hand-shaking embarrassment crawls up his neck, and he wants to disintegrate into the bean bag where no one has to witness his persistent, glaring awkwardness. Palms sweating, Peter has to bite his lip to stop himself from commenting on how big Thor’s hands are.

Stop it, he scolds himself, be normal, play it cool.

“Thor, right?” Peter asks, as if he didn’t doodle their initials together in his notebooks. “You were at training last week.”

“Yes, you fell on your face,” Thor nods, gesturing to the yellowed bruising on his jaw, “I saw.”

“Oh, okay, so you saw that! Uhh -- ” Peter waves a hand at his face, laughing nervously. “This? It’s nothing. I’m totally fine.”

“You are clumsy,” Thor states, not unkindly.

“Well, no -- I mean, yes --” Peter tries to come up with an explanation, but falls short. “I’m not always a klutz, promise. Just sometimes.”

“Happens to the best of us. Well, not myself, but you know, generally speaking. In any case, I’m happy to see you’re okay.” 

Thor unzips his backpack then and from within it retrieves a truly gargantuan protein shake, followed by a sub wrapped in foil so large it could be the same size as Peter’s forearm. Sneaking a look down at the remainder of his own lunch, his pickings look pretty slim in comparison. 

“Sorry,” Thor says. “Just peckish for a snack.”

Peter watches, dazed, as the older boy consumes half his sub in a single bite, washing it down with several mouthfuls of his shake.

A snack.

“You’re fine. Anyway, football isn’t really my forte,” he admits after a moment, drawing his knees up. “I mean, I’m okay at it and I like it, but it’s not really what I’m best at, y’know?”

The blond boy nods, “I’m on the varsity team,” he proclaims, wiping his mouth. “Whatever that means.”

His accent is so thick it takes Peter half a moment to figure out what it was that he said. 

He’s not sure if Thor is being serious or not but the one question Peter has is why is he so fucking cute? 

A silence follows, albeit not an awkward one. It gives Peter the opportunity to inspect the older boy, nearly a man at his height and stature, of course helped along by the generous distribution of facial hair across his lower face. 

“Uh, did you play football back at home?” Peter asks, keen to keep conversation going. “Soccer?”

“Oh yes,” the boy nods. “Soccer, tennis, volleyball. Water polo. Badminton.”

“Wow,” Peter blinks, “that’s a lot of sport. You’re like the whole Olympics here.”

He’s awarded with a lazy grin for that comment. Thor, to his credit, doesn’t appear to be boastful about his physicality, seemingly a result of his passions instead of a product of vanity.

“Close enough, I suppose. What else do you play, besides football?”

“Uhh --”

Oh god. How is he supposed to respond to that when the idea of doing additional sports outside of football is abhorrent? He can’t tell Thor that. Surely he can fake a common interest. Think of something, Parker, think, think.

The first bell rings, saving him from having to provide a potentially humiliating answer, seeing as all how all that could think of was chess, or PC. Both of which are true and accurate, but not exactly something he thinks that would make him appear more attractive or endearing.

Thank god for fifth period.

“To be continued?” Peter asks as he picks up his backpack, just a little hopeful.

There’s an awkward bit of shuffling as they rush to get off the sagging bean chairs, moment filled with odd squeaks of polystyrene as they attempt to stand.

Thor nods and to Peter’s surprise, doesn’t immediately rush to get away from him. There’s an awkward bit of shuffling as they rush to get off the sagging bean chairs with, odd squeaks of polystyrene as they stand. Instead, he accompanies Peter all the way out of the library, walking alongside him into the main hallway where a flurry of students are intersecting to get to their next class, walking alongside him.

Heads turn to watch them as they depart the library and enter the halls. For a moment, as kids part like the red sea to make way for them - for Thor - Peter wonders if this is what it’s like to be famous. Or to be on the arm of someone famous. It certainly feels like it, because even though the revere isn’t for Peter specifically, it seems like the weight of everyone’s awe is on them.

He doesn’t like the attention. But he likes Thor.

To his delight, the older boy follows him to his locker. Embarrassingly, it sticks when Peter tries to open it, as it usually does. He struggles with it for long, humiliating moments before Thor opens it with one hand.

“Thanks,” he says, blush creeping back up his neck. “You’re like, crazy strong, dude.”

Thor flexes and inspects his own bicep, as if seeing it for the first time.

“Perhaps,” he concedes, smiling roguishly. “Back at home I used to lift my brother for weight training.”

“You what?”

“A story for another time,” Thor shakes his head, shuffling closer to be heard over the traffic of students. “Anyway, I should be going. But there was something I have been meaning to ask you, if I may take a moment --”

Peter freezes. Oh my god, this is it, he thinks. 

It’s happening.

“-- seeing as you and I have similar interests and we seem compatible, it would please me greatly if you would agree to --”

Heart racing, Peter turns, a fervent yes already on his lips.

It dies when there is a loud call of his name in the hall.

“-- Hey, Parker!”

Whatever Thor was going to say wilts at the interruption, seemingly forgotten as he waves at the intruder. Peter turns to see who called out for him and instantly wishes he didn’t.

Heart dropping to his stomach, he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. 

This is his luck.

Never has he wanted to melt into the floor and die like he does right now as Stark approaches the pair in quick strides.

Hands shoved into his jean pockets, Stark’s wide eyes dart between them inquisitively, a shadow of a smirk crossing his face, disappearing just as quick.

“Well, pardon me. I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” Tony places a hand on his heart and leans on the locker next to Peters. “Thor, barely a pleasure as always.”

“Stark,” Thor nods.

Tony simpers, smile saccharine sweet and gestures to an uneasy Peter.

“I am just so sorry to intrude, but would you mind if I spoke to my husband here? He’s such a slippery one, aren’t you, sweetums?”

Thor looks between them, head going to and fro like a pendulum.

“He’s not my husband,” Peter rushes to assure, acutely pincered between Thor’s confusion and Tony’s mischief. “I mean he is, but it’s for an assignment. We’re not really -- it’s not real. I don’t like him.”

Tony exhales heavily, looking at Thor with dismay. “That’s not what he said in our wedding vows.”

Peter wants to punch him in the throat.

“I understand,” Thor smiles, patting each of them on the shoulder. He dips his chin and catches Peter’s eye. “To be continued?”

“Y-Yeah,” Peter nods enthusiastically, probably too enthusiastically, he thinks, as his aim is to pretend to be cool and disinterested, but he doesn’t even care because maybe not all is lost after all. “To be continued. See you.”

All of the pomp bleeds away from Tony as Thor walks away, his posture turning into a slump against the locker.

The smile drops from Peter’s face. He sends Tony a heated glare as he retrieves from his books, shoving them into his bag.

“What do you want?” he grumbles, slamming his locker shut. “You have the worst timing, you know that?”

“It’s part of my charm,” the other boy shrugs. “What can I say, I’m delightful.”

“You’re deplorable.”

Tony gasps in mock offence. “Deplorable? Good lord, Parker, is that any way to speak to your husband?”

“If the shoe fits,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, I have to go to class. Say what you want or move out of the way.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “Oh, don’t be like that. C’mon, what were you and He-Man grunting about, hmm? Grr, me big, you tiny?”

“Unless you have a point,” Peter asks, pointing to the main hall, “I’m leaving.”

Tony puts his hands up in surrender, however the glib expression doesn’t quite leave his face. But at that moment Peter doesn’t have it within him to care, he’s not here to entertain him and sooner they get this over with, the better.

“Alright, alright, buzzkill. Come outside, I have to talk to you about the assignment.”

Peter looks at him, perturbed. 

“I need a smoke,” he explains, tutting at Peter dispiritedly. “Also, don’t lie, I know it’s your free period.”

He doesn’t wait for Peter to respond, heading straight for the double doors that lead to the courtyard at a sedate enough pace for Peter to follow. Nonetheless he jogs a few paces to catch up after debating whether or not it was a good idea to follow or if he should hide in the boys bathroom.

Again.

It’s fairly chilly out, the wind whipping through his clothes. He wishes he had a scarf or gloves or something, opting to shove his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and hooking the hood over his head.

“How do you know it’s my free period?” he queries loud enough to be heard over the wind. 

“Because,” Tony turns to walk backwards, the breeze whistling around them, “it’s also my free period and you always stink up the library so I can’t go there,” he rounds the corner to lead Peter to the shaded area behind the auditorium where a few students are lingering, most of them smoking. 

“And you take the best seat. Personally, I think it’s selfish. I can’t possibly sit there after your ass has warmed it.”

Willing himself to not rise to Tony’s level of pettiness, he crosses his arms over his chest as they come to a stop. The wind is at full force now that the surrounding buildings aren’t taking the brunt of it and it is cold as all hell, although Tony’s in a black t-shirt and doesn’t look affected at all, probably because he’s cold-blooded or warmed by hellfire.

Tony cups his hands over his lighter to protect the flame from the breeze, struggling briefly to light his cigarette. Once the end is properly alight, Tony takes a drag while staring at him. 

His hand comes to rest at his thigh, smoke rising idly from the cigarette. After a moment, he exhales the smoke in Peters direction.

“Wow. You’re disgusting,” he waves his hand in front of his face to dispel the smell. “Don’t you know second-hand smoke can kill?”

"Yes. Do you want a drag to speed up the process?”

“Don’t be a dick,” he says as Tony seems to find himself funny, offering up the cigarette in jest. Peter has half a mind to snatch it out of his hands and stomp on it. “I know that’s hard for you.”

“I’m joking, okay. I thought the wind would redirect the smoke. My bad.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. Anyway, the assignment? Still waiting for whatever was so urgent."

Tony takes another drag, flicking ash to the ground before answering.

“I booked an appointment with a realtor for tomorrow after school.”

That has Peter’s curiosity piqued. “Really? Where?”

“LIC. One of the agents has agreed to be a reference so our domestic nightmare can be officially documented. Yay, go team.”

“Yay,” Peter deadpans. “What time?”

“Appointment’s at four-thirty,” Tony retrieves his phone from his pocket and hands it to Peter. “Give me your number and I’ll send you the details.”

Peter accepts it with a grimace. It’s warm from Tony’s body heat. Ugh.

“And now you can say: ‘thank you for being proactive, Tony, you’re so much better than me, Tony’.”

“Thank you for being proactive, Anthony, even if you’re a self-aggrandizing jerk,” Peter mutters, voice getting progressively more sarcastic. 

A wide smile blooms on Tony’s face, clearly pleased with himself. 

“You’re welcome, Parker.”

He is going to let that one go, Peter decides, feeling magnanimous on spite of the circumstances. He’d never admit it, but he’s kinda surprised by Tony’s apparent initiative, and even genuinely a little grateful that the other boy has arranged this so quickly. Or even that he thought to arrange it at all - field research was one of the highest scoring components on the rubric for this assignment.

Eyes flicking up for a moment, he assesses the other boy. Maybe he’s not as much of a slacker as Peter thought he was.

Tony, slumped against the brick wall, rubs his stomach and burps quietly. 

Or maybe he is.

Nevertheless, Peter types in his details and saves his contact in Tony’s phone as Your Better Half. 

Peter isn’t too much to look at, he knows, but he’s not the weak link here.

Tony accepts the phone back and wipes the touch screen on his shirt before pocketing it. 

“Alright then, meet me after school tomorrow in the parking lot. Don’t be late,” he flicks his cigarette to the ground and steps on it to put it out. Tony bends at the waist then to pick up the stub, clutching it in his fist for later disposal instead of leaving it as litter.

That surprises Peter a little, it’s more thoughtful, conscious a gesture than he would have expected to come from Stark. Not that he’s ever personally seen such behaviour from him, but it wouldn’t be a stretch with his devil-may-care attitude. Would it?

He’s about to make mention of heading back inside when Stark takes two purposeful steps towards Peter, bridging the gap between them. 

Peter freezes on the spot, breath caught in his chest as Tony brings them nose-to-nose.

He flicks his eyes down at Tony’s lips when his solemn expression morphs into an impish smile.

“Dude, what -- ?”

While Peter is distracted, Tony’s hands dart out to grip the strings of Peter’s hoodie, tugging them until the hood shrinks around his face.

“Do me a solid and try to wear something that doesn’t make you look like you’re a step away from lining up at a soup kitchen, okay? Y’know, something nice.”

Peter smacks his hands away furiously, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as Tony backs away, snickering.

“You really get off on being a prized piece of shit, don’t you?” he mutters, somewhat self conscious as he tries to correct the hood. “Poor jokes, that’s real nice. Sorry not all of us were born wearing Balenciaga.”

He continues to struggle with it as they move away and head back towards the main building, pushing it off his head altogether. 

“Calm down, Charlie Brown, it’s not that deep,” Tony says drily, although his flippant demeanour softens significantly. “I have no doubt that you’d still manage to look like a hobo even if you were loaded, okay. You just have that grubby vibe.” Tony claps his hands together. “So, tomorrow. Meet me in the parking lot. Yes?”

Inside, away from the wind, Peter is still helpless to quell the hurricane that is Tony Stark. He gives him a tired thumbs up.

With that Tony sets off in the opposite direction, leaving Peter to wonder what the hell just happened, and what his life has become these last few days. 

“What a jackass,” he says to himself.

Now alone, he rubs his hands up and down his face, fruitlessly attempting to scrub away the memory of Tony close to him, eyes warm with mirth, the heat of his body up close and the smell of nicotine on his breath as he quite literally tugged Peter’s strings. It takes longer than he likes to will the image away and to calm the furious beat of his heart.

Furious; a feeling Peter is becoming progressively more familiar - and uncomfortable with.

Ben used to say that being angry at someone was allowing them to take up space in your head, rent free. He was right, because it never served Peter well to house animosity when acceptance was kinder to his soul and psyche, and to others -- but he can’t help it with this guy. Tony Stark is like an ear worm of the brain. He has this completely obnoxious way of making himself front and centre despite Peter’s best efforts to cast him to the sidelines.

While he’s willing himself to move on his phone vibrates inside his pocket with a new message.

> ur not my better half, loser > why r u like this > nvm i already know lol. > remember, don’t be late 2morrow

Peter, just a little satisfied with himself for getting under Tony’s skin, saves his contact as Tiny Stank and types back quickly, eager to get back to his seat in the library - assuming Stark hasn’t already occupied it - and make the best of his remaining free period.

<  whatever helps u sleep at night < also, plz lose my number after this is over

> way ahead of u, princess > say hi to aunt may for me

Ugh, Peter cringes, pocketing his phone without replying.

That guy is the worst.

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