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imtherain · 4 months ago

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Don't Call Me Daddy

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Have a Reacher (from the Amazon show) fic. It's about 3k words and it's smut.

Reacher x plus sized!reader

Warnings: use of daddy (but as a joke), p in v, oral (fem receiving), mild teasing from the team, drinking, idk it's smut, nothing crazy.

Anywho

“Come on, spill,” David goaded before taking another swig of his beer. The others were chuckling along, but not pressing as hard. “Tell us how the big guy treats you,”

“I don’t kiss and tell,” You tell him, which is only partly a lie. Truth was you hadn’t kissed Reacher yet, so there was nothing to tell.

“I’m not buying it,” David said. “I’ve seen the way you look at each other,”

“It’s just professional,” You pressed.

“Good, I don’t really want to think about what the boss looks like naked,” Neagly shuddered at the idea.

“I mean, you see the shirts he wears, it’s not like you couldn’t figure it out,” You teased her. She shook her head, mock disgust, and took a long drink of her beer.

“You’re the worst,” Neagly told you, but there was no venom in it.

“What’s got you all so chatty,” Reacher asked, joining the table after his phone call outside.

The group was in between moments in a case. Just waiting for a shoe to drop or a lead to pan out. Naturally, that meant hanging out at the pub across the street from the little motel they’d camped out in.

Or, if you were Dixon, taking a nap to stave off a headache. But she had been avoiding hanging out too much, so you wondered if there was something else going on there.

“OD was trying to convince Y/N to tell us what you’re like in bed,” Neagly tattled instantly. Reacher’s eyebrows went up.

“Oh really?” He asked.

“I told him I don’t kiss and tell, but he’s insistent that I spill the beans,” You look up at him, hoping your want of him wasn’t as obvious to him as it felt. You knew the group was getting good at reading you though. You hadn’t worked with them long, not compared to the history the others all shared, but it felt a lot like you’d never been anywhere else. And they acted like you were one of them, which was nice except for the teasing.

“That’s not a bad policy,” Reacher took the seat next to you and picked up his beer. Casually, he put his arm across the back of your chair, acting as though it was just because it was more comfortable to be spread out in such a way.

“At least tell us if he’s good or not,” David said.

“Why do you care?” Reacher frowned.

“Gotta be sure you’re taking care of our new girl,” David dismissed Reacher’s annoyance easily.

“Sure,” Reacher rolled his eyes. “I think it’s time to change the subject,”

“I bet she calls you “Daddy”,” David snorted. When you blushed scarlet David pointed at you while swallowing his latest swig of beer. “See! See!”

“Fine, you caught us, we have nasty, nasty sex, and I call him “Daddy”,” You told David flatly, trying not to die from embarrassment. “Can we drop it now?”

Your blush only deepened when Reacher’s fingers stroked your back carefully. You glanced up at him and he seemed to be asking if you were alright. He obviously knew the two of you had not had sex, so he was worried David’s teasing had hurt you in some way. God, you wished you could make him yours, but you knew better.

Reacher liked women like Dixon. Tall, wicked smart, good at fighting, and drop dead beautiful. Long hair and perfect skin…

Thin.

You were none of those things except maybe tall, though next to Reacher you looked short. Most people looked short next to the mountain of a man, to be fair. But you were also wide, all hips and soft flesh, broad shoulders. You did have some skill with a gun, but not nearly as much as Neagly with her sniper skills. You wondered sometimes why they kept you around.

“Yeah,” David seemed to have finally read the room and let it drop.

About an hour later David was about to pass out and Neagly had to practically drag him back to his room for the night.

“I’ll hang out with him, make sure he doesn’t die in his sleep or whatever,” Neagly said, giving Reacher a look you didn’t understand. “So you two have a nice night,”

“Night Neals,” You said.

“Goodnight Neagly,” Reacher echoed.

“So,” Reacher turned to you, his arm still on the back of your chair. “Want another round, or should I walk you back?”

“What were you thinking?” You asked, trying not to dwell too much on how you’d be sharing a room with him soon. You were professional, but everyone has their limits. You just hoped there would be two beds.

The thought of his warmth beside you under the sheets made your thighs clench.

“I’m thinking I’d like to walk you back,” Reacher finished his beer in one final swig and stood. You finished your drink and followed him outside.

The hotel was just across the parking lot and the cool night air did wonders for the warmth on your face.

“Why didn’t you tell them we hadn’t had sex yet?” Reacher asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

You ignored the ‘yet’.

“David was drunk and I knew he wouldn’t give it up, so I just let him believe what he wanted to,” You shrugged. The silence drew on a bit too long while he mulled that over.

“Should we do it, prove him right?” Reacher finally asked as he opened the door to the motel room. It was one of those rooms that never quite looked clean, but it would do for the couple of nights you and the team were staying there.

“Excuse me?” You stumbled on your tongue at the forwardness of his question.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Reacher asked, turning to look down at you. You found yourself looking at his shoes.

“I mean…” You stammered. “Sure, who wouldn’t? But you don’t have to…” His hand on your chin made the backpedal die on your tongue as he pulled your face up to look at him.

“I want to,”

“Why would you want to?” There was no malice in the ask, just curiosity and about a million years of thinking you weren’t good enough. Of thinking no one wanted you like that.

Especially not someone like him.

Reacher had the audacity to shrug.

“Because I like you… you’ve been extremely helpful to the case, you’re funny, and I can’t stop staring at your ass in those jeans,” something hot flashed through you at his words.

“Oh,” Your face was hot again.

“I need a yes or a no,” Reacher said carefully. He moved to take a bit of your hair between his fingers to play with it for a moment.

You thought about all the reasons to run from him, to run from the situation. To hide behind old insecurities and all the reasons other men before him had given you, telling you exactly why you weren’t worth it.

“Please sweetheart, I need an answer,” Reacher’s other hand made its way to your hip and the pet name hit you square in the chest, knocking the debate right on its ass.

“Yes,” You answered finally. “Please Reacher,” You looked into his face as a grin spread across it.

Then he leaned in and kissed you.

At first it was gentle, a test, a tease. Then he got hungry and his hands got greedy, the one on your face digging into your hair and the one on your hip pulling you flush with his broad chest. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the feel of him.

“Just don’t call me “Daddy”,” Reacher said with a smirk.

“Aww, why not?” You teased back.

“Not my thing,” He said before reaching for the hem of your shirt. It came off easily over your head and before you could feel self conscious about the swells of your stomach, he leaned down to kiss you, moving easily to your neck to leave open mouth kisses along your shoulders. Your hands bunched up in his tshirt, pulling him closer as the sensations of his mouth rocked through you.

Reacher paused again, long enough to drop his jacket and pull his tshirt off. He kicked off his boot as his hands made short work of his pants and boxers.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you at him being so eager to be naked.

“What?” Reacher asked, standing there as though his dick wasn’t out.

“You’re very naked,” You said, face red again. He was even more gorgeous than you’d imagined he’d be. All perfect planes of muscle and golden skin.

The kind of man people wrote stories about.

“And you’re not,” Reacher reached for your pants next, watching your face from the corner of his eye to make sure you were still ok with all this. “Let’s fix that.”

Off came your pants and suddenly Reacher had you lifted into his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist to keep balance as he carried you to the bed.

“I knew you were strong, but who knew you were this strong?” You giggled. You hadn’t been picked up in years, and not without a lot of grunting and straining. It was nice to be manhandled without the commentary. He fell forward with you onto the bed, careful not to bury you under his own weight.

“What? Like you’re heavy?” Reacher teased, connecting his lips to the skin along your collarbones. He made his way between the valley of your breasts until he remembered he could take your bra off.

“Well, I’m not exactly small,”

“Neither am I,” He agreed. “So what?”

“You’re something else,” You sighed, smirking at him while he tried to remove your bra while you were still laying on it. You adjusted so he could get to the hooks and he descended on you as soon as the fabric came free. You gasped, back arching, at the sensation of his mouth sucking hard on your nipple.

You felt Reacher chuckle against you as your hand buried itself in his hair.

“Fuck, that feels good,” You murmured as he moved to the other one. “I knew you’d be good with that mouth, Daddy,” You weren’t sure what possessed you to tease him like that, especially considering you finally had him where you wanted him, but it slipped out anyway.

Reacher pulled back to look at you, incredulous.

“Don’t call me that,” He said, serious, but no bite.

“But Daddy,” You teased again, enjoying the unimpressed look on his face.

“I can stop,” He warned. You giggled a little but shook your head at him.

“I’m sorry, it’s just funny,” You told him, tugging at the hair at the base of his skull.

“If you say so,” Reacher rolled his eyes but leaned back in to kiss you. You held onto him while he moved his hips against your still clothed core, teasing a whine from your throat that he swallowed.

Reacher kissed his way down your neck and moved himself off the end of the bed.

“Where you going?” You asked, confused until he grabbed your ankles and pulled you flush with the end of the bed, casually shouldering his way under and between your legs.

“I want a taste of you,” Reacher said, reaching up to tease you through your thoroughly ruined panties. His strong fingers stroked you a few times before he pulled the offending fabric down, exposing you to him completely.

If you weren’t lost to the sensations of Reacher kissing your inner thighs, you might have had the thought to be embarrassed by the growl he let loose when he finally got to the apex of your thighs.

You knew Reacher was good with his mouth, but damn it all if he didn’t keep proving it.

Your thighs constricted around his shoulders as his tongue mercilessly played with your clit. Just when you were about to ask him to slow down, he moved slightly so that he could lick a stripe through your folds, over and over, like a dog with his favorite bone.

“God, Reacher, I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” You tried to hold off, wanting this to last longer, but he was too dead set on pulling your first orgasm from you. He didn’t seem to notice how tightly your legs pressed in on him as your orgasm tore through you.

You tried to pull him off, fist in his hair, but he kept licking until you shuddered from the aftermath of his attentions.

“God damn, Reacher, that was… amazing,” You heaved as he finally gave you a break from his tongue. He kissed the plush of your hip, then the excess of your stomach, landing finally at the valley between your breasts, where he licked a long stripe, simply because he could.

“Want another?” Reacher asked with a lopsided grin. His hands were feeling you, rubbing up and down your hips and thighs, keeping you alight and pliant for him.

You nodded at him, caressing his face as he nibbled on the skin closest to his mouth, making you squirm.

“Fingers or are you ready for more?” He asked. You wanted to be surprised by his question, but it really wasn’t a surprise that he wanted to go at your pace. He’d often slowed himself down for others when the moment called for it, and you were thankful he didn’t run head first into sex with you. You weren’t sure you’d have survived it.

“Don’t make me choose,” You whined.

“Tell me what you want,”

“You, I want you,” You told him and he chuckled before covering your mouth with his once more. You could still taste the tang of your own release on his lips and somehow it only made you hotter.

“Yeah?” Reacher asked, sounding cocky. You nodded, kissing him again.

Always more of a man of action, Reacher moved to flip you both so that you were on top of him. You braced yourself on his impressively toned chest, before adjusting, trying not to put too much pressure on him. He didn’t seem to notice nor care about the added weight.

Reacher had his hands on your hips, moving you against his length, teasing you both. When you moaned and began to move on your own, he lifted your hips to line himself up with your waiting heat.

“Reacher,” you gasped out his name as he filled you all at once. Impossibly deep. He cursed under you, caught in the sensation with you.

You moved your hips again, sliding up and down the length of him without letting him escape your slick warmth. Now Reacher was a moaning mess just as much as you were, his hands tight and grasping at your hips as you squeezed around him.

You wondered how much he could take.

So you leaned forward enough to kiss his chest, trailing your tongue along the muscles and smooth skin. He shuddered under you but didn't protest. You kissed your way up to his neck and couldn't resist the urge to sink your teeth into him, just a little bit.

Part of you hoped it wouldn't leave a mark, since the team would surely comment, but part of you hoped it would. If it left a mark you would cherish it.

“I'm not going to last long if you keep that up,” Reacher’s voice was thick and needy. You rocked your hips against his again and he jerked his up to meet you.

“I think that's the point, love,” you chuckled, feeling his hot length twitch inside you at the pet name.

“Call me that again,” he begged. You grinned. So he didn't go for “daddy” but “love” got him?

“Anything for you, love,” you purred against his throat. He groaned loudly, trying to hold himself together and failing.

“Fuck,” he cursed again and in one easy motion had you flipped on your back again, your legs hoisted over his hips so that he had the leverage he craved to drill into you. It was your turn to groan as he pushed himself impossibly deeper, hitting parts of you that you didn't even know liked being hit.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. “I'm gonna cum again,”

“Good,”

Your brain cells tried to scatter but you wrangled them enough to form one last coherent thought.

“Cum for me first, love,” you begged him and with a final groan Reacher spilled himself inside you, filling you to the brim with everything he had to give as you found your release around him.

In the high of your release you didn't realize your fingers had clawed their way across his back, landing in the meat of his arms. When you finally relaxed you felt a little bad at how deep your nails had dug. Those certainly would leave marks.

“Amazing,” Reacher mumbled as he rolled to the side, slipping from your abused center. You whined at the overstimulation but cuddled closer when he reached for you.

“Not bad yourself, love,” you whispered back. His face broke into a dopey grin.

“I like how that sounds,” he murmured. You reached out to caress his face as his eyes fluttered closed.

“Better than "daddy "?” You teased. He grunted as he fought sleep.

“Much better,” he told you.

“Ok, “love” it is then,” you moved to kiss him gently and he returned the kiss without asking for more.

Though you'd have given him more, given him anything, should he have asked.

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pagesfromthevoid · 19 days ago

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State of Grace | r.a. | 3

Rhett Abbott x teacher!reader

Word Count; 2.2k

Warnings: Terrible rodeo knowledge. Genuinely bad. Royal Abbott needs a warning

Author's Note: I probably should wait to post but unfortunately, I love this story and also I love Rhett. Plus I really wanted to pick a fight with his dad.

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The unofficial official rodeo is going off without a hitch, turns out. Rhett’s kind of impressed, honestly.

The kids put in most of the work –advertising, raising funds, pleading their case to the stadium owners to let them use it for free. Hard work, sweat, a little bit of blood and a lot of tears over the last month –but hell, they’re pulling it off.

Minus the fact that most of them are not…great at what they’re doing: Heather is barrel-racing, and she’s good but could be better. Erik and Michael are…attempting team roping, though again –they’re not the best. The youngest member of the club, Sarah, is the one attempting saddle bronc riding and barely lasts two seconds.

To make it a little more interesting, they opened up the entry to anyone who has wanted to try out rodeoing but either never choked up the nerve or just never made it happen. Lots of people got excited for that, and they had to cut it off eventually with a promise that they’d do it again soon. Plus, Rhett has offered to be their bull rider –compete against some of the locals who used to compete but left the circuit. The entry fees went towards the club, and the goal is to always do better than he does.

Trace, Andrew and Remington are sitting up on the fence, all of them itching to get involved but Rhett barely wanted to let them show up tonight –she convinced him it was a fair consequence.

“Let them watch,” she had said when she arrived to set up the ticket sales. “Serves them right for lying. They get to bristle and stew for the night and hopefully that’ll teach them a lesson.”

“Where’s that teacher you were with last night?” Perry asks, clapping him on the shoulder as he walks up to the fence. “Gotta warn’er off.”

Rhett glances at his brother, grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Then he looks up at the stands, where she’s sitting now that they’ve stopped selling tickets.

It’s hard to miss her, he thinks. Not that she doesn’t necessarily fit in, but she certainly stands out compared to the rest of the people around her. Her jeans are a little too clean; a little too tight. Like they’ve never seen a hard day’s work in the fields. Then there’s the school shirt with the mascot on it –even more obvious in that it looks almost brand new –though he gave her his flannel to throw over it when she mentioned it was chillier than she expected. She’s rolled the sleeves up to her elbows, and Rhett thinks she looks damn good in his clothes.

And those bright ass green glasses she’s got on…can’t miss her in those. He meant to ask about them last night, but after the incident with Tillerson, Rhett just wanted to get her home before he made even more of a fool of himself.

Maybe she senses he’s staring, or maybe she’s just looking around –but she catches his eye and waves excitedly at him. Rhett ducks his head down a second, trying to hide that he’s blushing, then looks back up with a small wave. Perry turns and waves just as excitedly back up at her, but Rhett elbows him.

“Don’t talk to’er,” he warns, giving his brother a knowing look. “I like’er. I don’t need you scarin’ her off.”

“Oh no, you can do that all on your own,” Perry confirms, grinning at him like the asshole he is. “Y’know, the whole family is here –,”

Rhett finally gives Perry his full attention, frowning some as he pictures her talking to Royal. The thought makes his stomach turn; she’s far too good to interact with his dad and he glances around the stands to make sure that they’re nowhere near each other. However, Royal is standing with the boys, eyes narrowed as they talk his ear off.

God, that’s probably bad too.

“Hang on,” he tells Perry, jogging over to the three teenagers, who greet him bitterly. “What’s goin’ on?”

Royal looks over at his son then back at the boys. “Just discussin’ why they’re not out there tonight. They should be.”

Rhett bristles some, shaking his head. “They know why they’re not out there,” he insists, leaning on the fence and looking up at the boys. “Right, boys?”

“I think they’ve learned their lesson, Rhett,” Royal overrules, looking down at his son now with one of those don’t you argue looks. Rhett’s jaw clenches. “Boys, go gear up –,”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” Rhett snaps, pointing at them. “I am their coach –and their sponsor agreed. She’s not –,”

“Rhett,” Royal interrupts, voice low. “Imagine if we stopped you from doin’ all this when you did stupid shit. You’d never have gotten anywhere.” The older man turns to the boys and waves them off, and they take off with excitement. Royal gives Rhett his full attention, but Rhett is focused on the fact that she’s standing now, and making her way down the stands. Shit. “Word of advice son –know when to cut’em some slack.”

Royal pats his shoulder and walks off, and leaves Rhett reeling. Know when to cut them some slack? What kind of bullshit, hypocritical advice is that? Where was his slack?

Without thinking, Rhett slams his boot into the fence and cusses loudly, earning looks from people around him. He turns and walks back towards the stalls, about to tear the boys a new one and refuse to let them ride.

“Rhett,” she calls after him, quickly catching up and grabbing his sleeve. “Hey, what the hell is going on? Why are they –,”

“Not right now,” he warns, pulling away from her. “I’m gonna handle it.”

“Handle what?” She demands, trying to keep up with him. “Was that your dad down here?”

He just grunts in response, throwing the gate to the stalls open. It bounces back and almost hits her, but he grabs it before it does. Trace is already set up, and Andrew is helping Remington get in his vest. She rounds on him with a flash of anger in her eyes and he knows it’s directed at him.

“I thought we agreed they wouldn’t be doing it,” she demands, looking up at him with her arms crossed. “What the hell, Rhett?”

“I didn’t tell’em they could compete!” He snaps at her, pointing at the boys. The three are standing frozen, staring at them helplessly. “Royal fuckin’ did –I’m tryin’ –,”

“Why the hell would your dad tell them they could?”

“Because he thinks he’s in charge of everything I fuckin’ do!”

Silence spreads between them, and the boys slowly back away from the adults. But they’re making the right choice: they’re taking off their gear now, whispering to each other before taking off out of the stalls.

“You’re a grown man,” she says quietly, looking up at him now. But her eyes are soft, and for some reason that just pisses him off more. Like she feels bad for him.

“You think I don’t know that?” Rhett snaps, ripping his hat off and dragging a hand through his hair. His skin is hot, his pulse climbing fast –like it always does after a run-in with Royal. “Tell that to him.”

“I will,” she says, steady as anything.

He lets out a sharp, humorless laugh and looks away, shaking his head. “Yeah, sure you will.”

“I’m serious, Rhett.”

Something about her tone makes him pause –makes him turn. She isn’t bluffing. Her jaw is set, eyes locked on his like she’s daring him to keep doubting her.

“And what?” he asks, crossing his arms tight over his chest. “You think he’ll listen to you?”

“I think someone needs to tell him he’s out of line.”

That lands harder than he expected. His fingers twitch against the brim of his hat. “Well, good luck with that,” he mutters, bitterness coating every word. “He’s been steamrollin’ folks longer than you’ve been in this damn county.”

“I don’t scare easily,” she says. “And I don’t like bullies.”

He opens his mouth –no idea what he’s even going to say –but she’s already walking off. No hesitation. Those ridiculous green glasses bounce a little with each step, and she moves with the kind of purpose that makes his stomach twist.

Goddammit.

He stands there for a second, watching, rooted like his boots have been nailed to the dirt.

And then: “Shit.”

He pushes off the fence and hurries after her, tripping on the lip of the gate like a damn rookie. A couple kids nearby laugh like it was part of the entertainment. Rhett doesn’t even hear them.

She’s already halfway to Royal.

He’s not following because he thinks Royal will tear her down; he knows his father will try.

He’s following because deep down, he’s kind of scared she might win.

And if she can do that –if she can do what he hasn’t been able to –what does that say about him?

Rhett can be mad all he likes.

She pushes through the crowd with purpose, ignoring the coil of nerves tightening in her gut. Royal Abbott isn’t hard to find –he’s standing near the rail like it belongs to him, arms crossed, jaw set, the picture of a man used to being listened to. Maybe people around here are afraid of him. She isn’t.

He was polite enough when her parents introduced them when she first moved her. But any man who thinks he can walk in, override her, and cut Rhett off at the knees in front of students? Absolutely not.

“Mr. Abbott!” she calls out.

He turns like someone just whistled for a dog he doesn’t care to acknowledge. His eyes settle on her, slow and unreadable. There's a flicker of irritation in his brow, but he stops anyway, arms still locked tight across his chest.

“Hi there, sir. I’m –,”

“Yeah, I know who you are,” he cuts in, with a pointed glance toward her parents, who are watching anxiously from the stands. “What d’you need?”

“I need you to –,”

“Offer to sponsor the club,” Rhett cuts in, breathless as he jogs up beside her. He hooks his hand gently around her arm and eases her back a step. “I told her I’d ask, but she got impatient –,”

“That is not –,” she snaps, jerking her arm free.

“This is the club sponsor?” Royal asks, eyeing her like he’s measuring something and not liking the numbers. “No wonder you let’er call the shots, son. Never could say no to a pretty girl.”

Rhett flinches beside her.

She steps forward. “He doesn’t let me do anything,” she says, her voice sharp and even. “I’m a grown woman, a professional, and the official sponsor of this club. Which means when decisions are made about who participates and who doesn’t, they go through me. Not you.”

Royal’s brow ticks, but he doesn’t respond.

“You may be respected around here, Mr. Abbott, but you don’t have authority over my students. And you don’t get to override a coach’s call –especially not in front of them.”

That hits. His jaw tightens, just barely.

“Their parents were already notified. Everyone involved agreed they weren’t competing tonight. Actions have consequences. If you’ve got a problem with that, I’d be happy to connect you to the principal myself.”

They stare at each other. Neither one blinks.

She isn’t some scared first-year teacher trying to play nice. She doesn’t care that he has the biggest ranch in the county or that his name means something around here. She’s dealt with worse in districts that have half the resources and twice the egos.

Eventually, he gives a tight, thoughtful nod and walks off without a word.

She doesn’t move.

Not until he’s out of earshot.

Then –next to her –Rhett exhales like he’s been holding his breath the entire time.

“I think you might be insane,” he says, running a hand over his face. She looks up at him, a little smirk tugging at her lips. “Or more trouble than you let on.”

“I’m a goddamn menace if you’re an asshole,” she says confidently, putting her hands on her hips. “And your dad is an asshole.”

“You have…no idea,” he sighs, leaning back against the fence now. “I need a goddamn drink.”

“Don’t you have to ride a bull?” She counters, brow raised as she looks up at him.

“Goddammit.”

“Come on, cowboy,” she teases, extending her hand with a grin. “You ride that bull and, I don’t know, do a trick? Not die? Whatever it is you’re supposed to do –I’ll let you take me on a date.”

“You’ll ‘let me,’ huh?” He chuckles, but takes her hand without question, grinning down at her. “You don’t know shit about ridin’ bulls, d’you?”

“Not a single thing,” she admits with a laugh, walking with him back to the stalls. “But that works out for that date –you could do terrible and I’d never know.”

“Oh, you’d know. Trust me.”

“I’ll pretend not to.”

“Feel like that’s cheatin’.”

“Do you want to go out with me or not, Rhett?”

He stops and hooks his fingers through her belt loops, pulling her against him. Then he tips his hat back, looking down at her with a grin. “Yeah, I do.”

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joaniscruzing · 2 months ago

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off the record - ch.1

HELLOOOOO everyone! i am BACK from a long break with a fic! yay!

i realized very quickly that this fic was going to be a long one, so i thought i'd break it up into parts. CURRENTLY, there's another 4k in my google doc rn, but i thought "hey, why not get some interest going?"

anyway!!! comment to be tagged in the next chapter, and let me know how you like it! i love feedback!

special thanks to @moesthoughts for proofreading!

summary: you're offered a summer job at ESPN as a sports reporter and get paired up with paige.

warnings: nothing scandalous, i'd say there's a lot of world-building in this chapter? i added a few ocs in this fic just because it felt wrong just getting into it. I'll add a divider for where the paige stuff begins for those who are eager. I PROMISE THOUGH, THE REST OF THE FIC DOESN'T HAVE THIS MUCH EXTRA DETAILS.

enjoy babes 😘

You quickly gulped down some coffee before brushing your teeth for school. It was mid-April, and you had quite the daunting task for you: finding a summer internship.

“Hey, don’t sweat this,” your college roommate Anya reassured you, “you look the most professional I’ve ever seen you in the three years I’ve known you, and I just know you have a hell of an elevator pitch ready to go, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I guess! I just really need to be ready, you know? AI’s really taking off, and if I’m not on my game, they’ll probably give my job to a robot or something!”

“Alright,” Anya answered, chuckling, “haven’t you made the dean’s list every semester? And haven’t you been editor of our paper since last year, being the youngest editor of the paper in our college? You’ve got this! I mean it.”

“Thanks, Anya,” you said, smiling and taking a deep breath.

“Wish me luck!” you exclaimed as you exited your shared apartment. To avoid being late, you scurry off to your car, quickly putting your bag in the passenger seat and turning on the radio. You put on a news station, hoping to find some things to make small talk about at the career fair, which, lucky for you, was about half an hour away.

Why did this apartment have to be the best one Anya and I could afford? You thought to yourself while exiting the parking lot of your apartment complex. As the car ride went on,, your thoughts about theapartment location drifted away, you began to think about the road, and whatever your news station was rambling about.

“-And to all of you women’s sports fans out there, last night was a BIG night for UCONN’s Paige Bueckers! The 23-year-old NCAA champion was the first overall draft pick and will be joining the Dallas Wings for the next WNBA season!”

You weren’t super into sports yourself, but you knew about Paige Bueckers. A Connecticut native yourself, you grew up with your parents usually tuning into the UCONN basketball games, both men’s and women’s. Hell, you were brought to the last championship parade for the women’s basketball team back in 2016. Your dad had sent you an Instagram post a few days ago with some highlights featuring Paige Bueckers, to which you had just liked and moved on with your day. You heard through the grapevine that some representatives from ESPN would be at your career fair, but you weren’t necessarily crazed at the thought of it. In fact, you were hoping to land an internship at the New York Times, where you would be helping others deliver the most topical headlines of the day.

Although you knew you wouldn’t need it, you still kept the small fact you had learned about Paige Bueckers in the back of your head, just in case you blanked out on your very-prepared speech you had.

Just then, you pulled into your college’s local arena, where your summer endeavors were soon to be discovered. You popped one, two, three mints in your mouth and touched up your makeup in your car mirror. If anyone was going to get an internship today, it was going to be you, the biggest academic weapon at your college.

After a few pep talks, you finally exited your car and walked into the overly air-conditioned arena, then being met by a daunting array of tables, all with one collective thing to offer: your future.

You understood that the position at the New York Times was going to be a popular choice among your peers, so you made a beeline to the small table that they were occupying. After, you began the long wait, which wasn’t that bad. In fact, you were thankful for the time you had to recite your pitch and pull yourself together.

About forty-five minutes passed, and you finally made it to the front of the line.

This is it. You’ve got this, you thought to yourself.

“Hi! My name is-”

“Let me guess, you want the internship?” you heard, immediately cut off by the man working the table.

“I’m definitely interested! I believe that I’d be a GREAT pick, and here’s why: I’m currently-”

“As much as I’d love to hear about your long list of qualifications, we already found someone to fill the position. I’m sorry. But if you’d like, you can always apply to be an assistant this summer. You know. Getting coffee and whatnot,” the man said, giving you a smug smile.

Your stomach dropped.

An assistant? Getting coffee? You took the application, as it was still an opportunity, but so many other thoughts swirled around your head.

Three years and for what? To be brushed off like that? What’s even worse, by a man? You thought to yourself as you left to get some fresh air. You knew you would have to go back in there, as there were probably numerous other internships you could acquire. There was the Washington Post, CNN, NBC, and so many more that were just running through your head, as fast as a racecar going cross-country on an empty highway.

After a mini-crashout in your car, a small drink of water, and a quick phone call with Anya, you felt ready enough to enter the arena again. You weren’t going to leave that parking lot without an internship that was equal to your abilities. No man was going to tell you that the internship you were going to get would involve fetching coffee.

You confidently strided back into the arena, where you were met by the overwhelming array of tables. Unwilling to allow it to ruin your conviction in your abilities, you chose to examine each table. Luckily, you were met with a few companies that were willing to hire you, and even went as far as to give you their card. Just as you were about to leave, you heard a voice yelling out.

“Hey! You! Don’t leave!”

“Me?” you turnedaround, pointing at yourself.

“Yes!” The tall woman who was chasing you down finally stopped running. After dusting herself off and adjusting her hair, she addressed you.

“I heard you at the career fair today. And I mean it, you are exactly what we are looking for.”

“Who?”

“Oh, pardon me. I’m from ESPN. After a short phone call with my boss, we’d like to offer you a summer job.”

Just the word “job” made your eyes bulge out of your head. You were flabbergasted to say the least. You were confident you’d exit with an internship, but a job? And at ESPN, to make things better.

“Really?” you spoke, trying to conceal your excitement.

“Yes! Don’t worry, the interview process would be waived for you, as this is super last minute, but you would have to attend media training for the next few weeks,” the woman explained, stepping aside with you to continue the conversation.

“Media training? Like, I would be on TV?”

“Yes! You’re going to be assigned to cover the entirety of the 2025 WNBA season. Hopefully, you’ll be good to go at the beginning of May. That’s when preseason starts.”

“I’m sorry, the WNBA?” you pinched your arm, trying to wake yourself up from whatever bizarre dream this was.

“Yes! Although it isn’t an extremely followed league, our team is expecting another rise in viewership this season.”

“Really?” you asked, intrigued, “I swear viewership for women’s sports has been the same for my whole lifespan.”

“You follow women’s sports?”

“My parents do, at least. They’re big UCONN fans,” you answered. A nanosecond after, you remembered what you heard in the car. Oh, you were in for a long conversation after your last statement.

“UCONN, huh?” your new employer asked, “So I’m sure you’ve been hearing about Paige Bueckers a lot recently.”

“Oh yeah, she got the first draft pick last night! Dallas Wings, right?” Thank god for that local news station.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re a superfan, right?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I heard it on the radio this morning.” Your new employer smiled at your comment, and handed you her card.

Angelica Hastings. That would be a name you’d remember for decades. After all, she was now the first person to support you in your official professional journalism journey.

“Well, you have the job! Be prepared to be immersed in the world of women’s basketball this summer!” Angelica said, shaking your hand. You quickly gave her your business card and left for your car. Only God knew what surprises this summer held for you.

About an hour later, you finally made it back to your shared apartment with Anya. You nearly twisted your ankle running up the stairs to tell her the news.

“ESPN???” she exclaimed, almost as astounded as you were.

“YES! And I get paid! The only bad news is I need to cram for finals, as I need to start media training in two weeks.”

“Well, looks like you’ve got to get cramming.”

The next two weeks flew by. Between packing, contract signing, and finals, you had almost no room to breathe. What’s more, you took it upon yourself to begin researching all of the top new rookies in the WNBA, as Angelica had told you that you’d probably be interviewing or covering them most of the time—or at least when it got to more niche stories. There was Hailey Van Lith at Chicago Sky, who seemed to be doing pretty well for herself. There was Kiki Iriafen, who was one of the best forwards in the country, at the Washington Mystics. And obviously, there was Paige Bueckers. You assumed as a new woman to the job, that she would be off-limits to you, given that she quite literally was the face of women’s basketball rookies at the moment, so you chose to focus on other players. After all, you were sure that you would be learning all about the star guard in your first hours of work.

The second you finished your finals, you said a very quick goodbye to Anya, promising her to call her every night that you’d be gone, and then you tookyour bags—which had been packed for weeks—and drove off to your first location: Bristol, Connecticut, the very headquarters of ESPN. After checking in to the hotel that they provided you, you quickly changed into your professional wear and entered the building. You checked in at the front desk, asking for Angelica, who guided you to her office and motioned for you to sit down.

“How was the drive?” Angelica asked, taking a swig of her coffee.

“Not bad,” you admitted, playing with your newly done nails, “I do have to say, though, I forgot how nasty Massachusetts drivers are.”

Angelica chuckled.

“Well, lucky for you, you won’t have to worry about Massachusetts drivers at all this summer. I’m assigning you to cover the Dallas Wings’ rookies, and then as the season goes on, probably one of the California teams. The Dallas Wings didn’t have the best season last year, so we’re not expecting too much from this year either.”

“Didn’t Paige get drafted there?”

“Yes, but one player cannot single-handedly save a whole team,” Angelica said, typing on her laptop, “We’ll have to see how the other rookies do too.”

“So I’m going to Dallas?” You asked, trying to formulate an image of your summer in your head.

“Not exactly. You’ll go to Vegas this week, since that’s the stadium they’re playing at. You’ll just be following them around and traveling to their respective stadiums.” She explained.

“Alright! I can definitely do that!” You said, and let out a sigh of relief.

“By the way, you need to be on the third floor in 3 minutes for your style workshop. You’ll be given your wardrobe, introduced to your hairstylist, and you’ll be getting your nails done.”

“I'd better go then. Thank you, Angelica!”

“Of course. See you on TV!”

The outfits they had picked for you were rather bland, as they were simpler, not to mention professional. However, with Anya’s help, you secured some cuter outfits for free nights. What’s more, your new hairstylist, Shay, was an amazing person to talk to. While experimenting with your hair, she was sure to make conversation.

“So, you excited to meet Paige?” She asked, running a straightener in your hair.

“Who said I was even going to meet her? I figured I’d be assigned with the other rookies,” you replied.

“Well, as the person who has YOUR schedule, you’re set to be interviewing Paige at the preseason game on Friday.”

“Are you serious?”

“What? Are you one of those girls who has an entire edit folder dedicated to her or something?” she asked, a knowing smirk beginning to make its mark on her face.

“No! I just… I know my parents are going to ask me to get an autograph from her or something.”

“Sure, sure. So you’ve NEVER seen an edit of her?” Shay asked, now trying to put your hair in some sort of half-up, half-down style.

“Not really. I don’t usually get edits on my TikTok.”

“Just look her up, alright?”

“Maybe,” you said halfheartedly, brushing off her request.

After about thirty hairstyles, an exchange of phone numbers, and a full set of nails, Shay then sent you to your media trainer, who taught you everything you would need to know for the summer. As boring as it was, you were somewhat ready for your first game, which would be against the Las Vegas Aces. The next day, you took a plane ride to Indiana, where you were met with your hotel for the next week.

The next night was a busy one. After another hair and makeup session with Shay, you were expected to arrive at the stadium at about three-thirty in the afternoon. Needless to say, you felt as if you were out of breath when you arrived at Notre Dame’s Purcell Pavilion. Throughout the night, as your professors had trained you, you kept your eyes on Paige the whole game. Every movement of hers was mesmerizing, to put it bluntly. Every bounce of the ball, every basket, god, even any time she ran made it impossible for you to keep your eyes off of her. You made a mental note to watch some highlights of her later. At halftime, you were instructed to interview her.

This is it.

“Hello!” You introduced yourself to Paige before the cameras began to record.

“Oh, okay, first interviewer! It’s nice to meet you! I’m Paige!” She said excitedly, holding out her hand for you to shake.

No fucking way she’s the number one draft pick and she thinks she has to introduce herself.

You found it endearing, though, the way she smiled and fidgeted with her hands.

Forget endearing. As the cameras were setting up and you got to know her, you were blown away by her. You were awestruck by her tall, slender figure, and her new slick back, which made it impossible not to look at her icy blue eyes that never broke eye contact with you. She was hot as fuck. To your dismay, you failed to notice before. Although radiating confidence, she still was able to stay humble and grounded.

You had to admit, you both really just clicked. You had only been talking with her for about three minutes, and she was making you laugh in a way not even Anya could, not to mention how easy it was to talk with her. It felt like you had known her since you had been born. Although you knew things wouldn’t go any farther than whatever was happening on the court, you still enjoyed it—and had developed a FAT crush on her in the span of one game.

You really hoped you’d be able to interview her again.

“Go!” the cameraman called, clapping his hands, breaking up the colloquial conversation between you and her.

“So, Paige, how do you feel, now that you’re starting fresh with the Dallas Wings, only about three weeks after your NCAA championship win?”

“Pretty good. I’m excited for this season, forever thankful for this opportunity to be here, thankful to God, and just really soaking up everything around me.”

“And Paige, how are you feeling about the new hair? Although you wore this hairstyle a few months back, you did admit that you’d be debuting a new signature hairstyle in the W.”

“Uh, I like my hair. Giving my scalp a break and such. I think I’ll be experimenting with this and a bun in the next few games, we’ll see.”

“Alright, thank you! Good luck for the rest of this game!”

“Thanks! See you later?”

You nod as she high-fives you, giggling like a high school girl.

Although the Wings lost to the Aces, 78 to 112, to be exact, it was still a fun game to watch. You weren’t too sad, as you found in your research that there was a new coach in charge, and it was, in fact, a preseason game if anything. You quickly found Paige on the court again, whose face lit up when she saw you.

“Hey! Enjoy the game?” she asked, seemingly unbothered by the loss.

“Oh yeah. It was fun to watch! Congrats on your first game!”

“Thank you,” she answered, her eyes finally leaving yours for once, “so are you going to be coming to more games?”

“Apparently, I’ll be interviewing the Wings throughout their whole season, although I may have to leave near the end for college.”

“You’re still in college? Damn girl, I thought you were here with some experience with how professional you were.”

“Really? I think this is the least professional I’ve felt in a while!” you quipped, letting out a small laugh.

“Trust me, you’re better at this than you think. You know, I think you’ve asked the best questions since I’ve gotten here,” she admitted matter-of-factly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Once again, the cameraman asked the two of you to get into position, so you did.

This was going to be a good season.

taglist: @asapeveryday

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team7-headquarter · 4 months ago

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It is obvious that most clan kids have the fight styles of their clans, right? Clanless kids either develop their own fight styles (Tenten) or they imitate the fighting styles of their sensei (Lee).

Sai and Tenzo fight like Root taught him too, but what about the rest of Team 7?

Naruto's fight style is unique to him, but by how much? I'm tempted to rewatch the anime only to analyze how much of each of his senseis and his parents' fighting styles he has. He's not as elegant as Kakashi, but he also doesn't match the style of Jiraiya. Minato was also rather elegant and even if we saw multiple Uzumakis fighting (Nagato and Karin, at least), I can't remember if they moved like Naruto does.

I presume he picks little elements from all those characters, but his fighting style is completely determined by his shadow clones and Kurama. If you want to know what part of his style is his and his alone, it's his ability as a trickster and (in the typical shonen mc fashion we love) a talker.

When facing an opponent, Naruto would aim to confuse them and then use their emotions and their memories against them on the field. He's unpredictable and amazing at reading people's hearts. To win a fight against him you must either finish it fast or reverse card his manipulation.

Sasuke is an obvious amalgamation of Kakashi, the Uchiha clan and Orochimaru. Still, Uchihas has all their own styles and the true heir of the Orochimaru style is Kabuto— which leads me to believe that Sasuke fights more like Kakashi than anything else. I need to rewatch his fights, but he has that elegant fluidity that allows the user to counterattack in time overwhelming opponents like Gai or Naruto, allowing them to thread their many talents together. He also relies heavily on the same elements as Kakashi: chidori, sharingan, heavy ninjutsus, a mixture of all fighting ranges...

He might have the Uchiha's signature jutsus and he might have the snakes from Orochimaru, but his taijutsu is almost entirely Kakashi inspired.

The big difference is his kenjutsu. I wonder how different it is from Kakashi's anbu kenjutsu style. To be fair, I imagine Itachi and Shisui also have an anbu kenjutsu style. Sasuke probably got it from Orochimaru, which is funny since the times we see Orochimaru using kenjutsu is mostly when he uses that gross katana that comes from his throat

Sakura seems like the easiest case because she was almost solely trained by Tsunade. Everyone agrees that she's a mini Tsunade, with how much she relies on medical ninjutsu and chakra control. The part that troubles me is that I don't think we have ever seen an instance of Tsunade fighting as a teenager. His canon timeline counterpart fights slower, I believe. She moves heavier, even when she dodges attacks perfectly. Compare what you know of Tsunade to Sakura's fight against Sasori. If she was influenced by Chiyo's chakra threads (and she was), how much of her style during that fight was hers alone and how much had Sakura absorbed from Chiyo's experience?

The other problem: during that fight, Sakura's kicks and weapon mannerisms were Kakashi's.

I have detailed Kakashi's fight with Obito, so I'd know. The little spinning of the kunai and then the fluidity of her kicks when she had to fight multiple puppets at the same time? Those were not from Tsunade or Chiyo. Clan kids don't move like that either. Is there a basic Konoha style that Kakashi had mastered and Sakura defaulted herself to? Or is there something else? Kakashi didn't train her, she didn't move like that as a genin and we were told he didn't train her during the time skip before Shippuden. If it was Tsunade who taught her to move like that, it would imply that Tsunade and Kakashi have similar fighting styles. Once again I'm begging for more info on Sakumo's past and his relationship with the Sannins lmao. Kakashi fought like that as a kid and I don't believe it was Chiyo's influence on those kicks. Gai and Rock Lee don't move like that, two pinnacles of Taijutsu.

Why the fuck Sakura moves like Kakashi?

And don't get me started with Kakashi.

He must fight like Sakumo used to. Like I say, he fought like that even before Minato. Of course his major fighting style relies on the fact that he (one of the most insane characters in the manga if you asked), decided to use the sharingan to copy a million jutsus. Where the Uchihas decided that they would rely on their clan signature jutsus, he went and cheated. Combine that with his anbu training and his own natural taijutsu and you get Hatake Kakashi.

I need to pay attention to Minato fighting tho. He is another insane bastard (who creates a jutsu to counterpart a tailed beast bomb? what the fuck?), but for what I remember he just was... Airy. His speed, his elegance, the way he timed his attacks and even the heavy ones looked light. He was a good sensei for Kakashi, thinking back to it. One genius to a prodigy.

Then, there's the fact that Kakashi most likely learned fuinjutsu from or for Kushina. How did that happen? He went into the library to learn them? Was he allowed? Did Jiraiya teach him? How did he practice?

I love how tangled the og Team 7 is. There's so much I could say about their styles, but I think this post is long enough already.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #team 7 #team kakashi #og team 7 #naruto classic #naruto shippuden

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liviecurated · 2 months ago

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why is mack such a funny little guy?

or, the case of aiden celebrini.

an introduction

currently a prospect for the canucks, will be going into his junior year at bu, and about a year and a half older than mack. entered the draft in 2023 and was picked in round 6 (overall 171st pick).

he is also taller than mack which is incredibly funny to me bc i know mack crashes out about this

growing up (the eldest child version)

aiden has much more fleshed out memories of rick working for the canucks (justifiably, he's older) and recalls

"so many morning spent there [rogers arena] working out, skating on that ice, i've been so blessed to grow up around that organization. the memories that were made there, playing on the blue line just passing the puck with dan hamhuis and zach cassian coming out and betting me that i wouldn't shoot the puck in the far net when i was just 10, 12 years old. so many good memories growing up there..."

mack interestingly, talks about how the move to california was hard because he was leaving his friends and family behind, and then going to shattuck was an adjustment to living alone. aiden himself describes the experience of moving around as:

"going to shattuck...our respective careers have taken us to the far ends of the north america... hopefully coming to vancouver it will be closer to mom and dad

when we talk about mack going to shattuck, we often forget that aiden went with him (they breifly played in the same age group as well!) and i do think that they are the best friends aiden claims them to be

the dynamic seen through podcast

mack and aiden were together on the sekeres & price podcast, one of the few instances where we get to see them interact with each other

when you see baby brother take a hit like that, does every blood cell in your body boil?

aiden: i think i screamed every profanity i know at the kid, too bad i wasn't on the ice for it, especially at this level with the size and strength of these players, it's always in the back of your mind. you know, he's the top prospect, he's gonna be every team's target and that's always in the back of my mind making sure he's staying safe.

(i think it's so funny how they look at each other after this comment)

who's the cook?

aiden: it's unfortunate that the freshman doors don't have a kitchen or i'd be cooking world class meals for this kid every night mack: yeah sure you would, sure you would aiden: you love it (?) s&p: so what we're hearing is that you're going to go number one overall when it comes to the chef drafts mack: he talks about how he's a great chef, but i don't know, sometimes he just doesn't want to put in the work to get there aiden: i haven't seen him hate a single meal i've made before that's all i'm saying

"i always like to joke that i'm the least talented of the celebrini kids"

this is an unfortunate real quote from eldest celebrini here.

when asked about being the eldest, he explains:

aiden: we've got a special, special [family], especially charlie, she's turning into a freak tennis player, one of the best in the country. i'm biased obviously, but she's up there with the tougher age group in north ameria. and rj is a rising star in the making, hopefully he'll be having success when he gets to the stage.

what i hear is little rj is tearing up delta? (mack and aiden's genuine proud reaction is so funny - recommend the watch!)

aiden: i was talking to my dad last night and i couldn't get a word out because everytime i tried saying a sentence rj scored another one, think he had a five goal, six point night last night s&p: this is their 11 year old younger brother and we've also talked about their younger sister charlie who is a fantastic junior tennis player. the similarities between him and you, macklin is just uncanny...everything seems to be a carbon copy of what he's seen of his older brother mack: yeah it's fair, i think he has a little more talent than i do but we'll see

and in many ways, this little slip up by rick where he says "we've obviously never been through this before - to this level" regarding the draft, represents a lot of what aiden is portrayed as by the media at least

i just love this photo as a metaphor: yep, there's aiden, sitting behind his nhl rising superstar younger brother, in the stands watching

so what's next?

aiden celebrini is NOT guaranteed an nhl spot, and it's actually quite rare that 6th rounders make it (about 8% in this study). he will probably not have a hall of fame career, or be an elite defenseman, or even have a long nhl career.

all that being said, if anybody is to make it, aiden celebrini probably will. for all we joke about rich kid wsh2, the celebrini's are truly nepo babies. they grew up PLAYING with canucks players, had elite level coaching, development, sports health, and facilities, parents willing to pay private boarding school, etc.

aiden has the genes for it, the support (financially and emotionally), the connections (his media is ridiculous bc of mack and rick for being a 6th rounder), plus on a hockey level his skating is pretty solid.

rick himself has expressed that aiden is still developing, and that he's only getting better, so we shall see, we shall see!

but i also think aiden is fully aware that it could go wrong:

he seems well adjusted: he's got college buddies, a girlfriend in vancouver, and overall seems a little more there than mack

this is true speculation (but more fully fleshed out in my celebrini academics analysis coming soon) but i have a feeling he is working towards an actual meaningful degree that has a career at the end of it, and as a result will take 4 years at BU.

this has deep web weaving implications. what does it mean to be the older brother whose dreams may be coming to an end while watching your younger brother achieve everything the two of you dreamed of?

#macklin celebrini #meta webweaving

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hoe4hotchner · 11 months ago

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So what do you think about hotch and reader being neighbors, and they ended up being very close to each other, reader watches jack for him during a case, bake him some goodies, they have each other's house keys for emergencies, etc.

I was thinking about every time the team can, one of them hosts a little game night for them. And it was hotch's turn as a host. I was imagining they go to his house right after a paper work day, for some reason the team enters his house before than him, and they caught reader red handed on his wine rack choosing a bottle to take home for a night (to be fair she was searching for the cheapest one so she could buy and replace it) and she’s like “wtf do I do???”

I want to see what you can do with this 😅

A/N: This was so much fun to write!!!! I love this ❤️

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After a long day at work, you stopped by Aaron's house to “borrow” a bottle of wine, planning to replace it later. You were in your favorite pajamas, feeling completely comfortable in his home as you looked through his wine rack, trying to pick the cheapest bottle.

Just as you reached for a bottle that looked suitably modest, you heard the sound of voices and footsteps. You froze, heart pounding. Peeking around the corner, you realized it wasn't just Hotch—it was his entire team. They arrived together, earlier than you expected. Hotch had mentioned the game night to you in passing, but you'd forgotten it was today. Panic rose in you as you realized you were about to be caught red-handed in your pajamas, holding one of his wine bottles. This was certainly not the first impression and meeting you’d like to give or have with his team.

Before you could make a graceful exit through the backdoor, Hotch and his team walked into the kitchen. They all stopped a few steps short of you, clearly not expecting to find you there. The sudden attention made your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uh… hi?” you said awkwardly, shifting the bottle in your hands. You had never met his team before, and the situation felt more than a little awkward.

There was a beat of silence, and then Garcia, stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and delight. Hotch had told you about everyone on the team before, but Penelope's colorful attire made you instantly recognize her. “Well, this is a pleasant surprise! You must be the neighbor Hotch is always talking about!” she exclaimed, her warm smile instantly putting you somewhat at ease. “Why don’t you join us for game night? We’d love to have you!”

You blinked, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the sudden invitation. You glanced over at Hotch, hoping for some guidance, but his expression was unreadable. He stepped forward, his gaze softening as he took in your nervousness.

“It’s okay, she doesn’t have to,” he said gently as if sensing your hesitation and not wanting you to feel pressured. But there was a tone to his voice, almost like he wouldn’t mind if you stayed.

You hesitated, looking at the group of strangers who seemed so close-knit, then back at Hotch, whose presence always made you feel safe. Finally, you nodded, offering a small smile. “I guess I could stick around for a bit,” you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

Garcia beamed and waved you over. You reluctantly let her lead you into the living room where the rest of the team had already gathered as you made your decision. You still felt a bit out of place, especially since everyone else seemed to know each other so well, but as the night went on, the team’s friendliness started to chip away at your discomfort.

Hotch stayed close to you all night, subtly making sure you were comfortable, and before long, you were exchanging light banter with him, the ease between you two gradually returned. It was obvious to everyone that there was something more than friendship in the air with the way you interacted, though neither of you seemed fully aware of it.

The night unfolded with laughter, games, and plenty of wine. The team, though unfamiliar at first, quickly became more welcoming, especially as the alcohol loosened everyone up.

It was well past midnight, and the living room was filled with the sound of laughter, slurred words, and the occasional clink of glasses. That was when Emily, clearly more intoxicated than the rest, suddenly pointed at Hotch, her eyes half-lidded but sharp with a drunken clarity.

“Oh come on, Hotch!” she slurred, her words loud and stumbling. “Just admit it—you like her!”

Her outburst cut through the chatter, and the room fell silent, everyone turning to look at you and Hotch. You felt your heart race, your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and something else. You glanced at Hotch, who looked equally taken aback, his usual composed expression slipping as he processed what Emily had just said.

The silence stretched for a moment too long, making the whole team burst into loud laughter, the drunken energy in the room amplified the teasing. Garcia practically doubled over, and Morgan was grinning from ear to ear as he nudged Hotch with a playful elbow.

Hotch, still caught off guard, managed a half-smile, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes as he met your gaze—a question, maybe, or a realization neither of you had fully acknowledged until now. As the night wound down, the tension from Emily’s outburst lingered, leaving you both wondering if there was more to your relationship than just being neighbors. Only time would tell.

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Destiny is Calling Me `♡´. ₊˚ ☎︎₊˚

Pairings: Oscar Piastri x Reader (She/Her)

Summary: After hurriedly being rushed to the club by Lando and Logan, Oscar grapples with flashbacks of his past relationship and ponders the idea of fate as he unexpectedly runs into his long-term ex-girlfriend in a run-down college club after over a year and a half of not talking, at a school neither of them planned on going.

Warnings: none, just some cursing

Words: ....9.7K

Authors Notes: Okay guys it's happening. I’m literally about to go out to the club but I wanted to make sure I got this out first, I finally tried writing a full story. NFBJFBOUERBGPRE I'm so nervous but this plot has been haunting my mind for ages now and I needed it in actual words, so here it is. Guys if it is bad just tell me PLEASE but other than that I really hope you guys enjoy !!!!!!!! BTW it's very long, so sorry

Oscar didn't know why he was there really.

What he did know was that he had just spent the past 7 hours studying for his Thermodynamics Exam that was on Monday and that he had to wake up at 8 a.m. to do it all over again tomorrow.

But like any good teammate, or well roommate in this case, when Lando and Logan text you in dire need of assistance at the club, you go with no hesitation, even if they failed to mention that the “emergency” was Oscar's so-called loneliness that Lando claims he could smell even from across the screen.

Oscar met Logan on the first day of college freshman year in some random class he can barely remember now. Logan always says it was Anthropology but Oscar swears it was Humanities.

On the first day of class, Logan had to ask Oscar for a pencil because he forgot one, which Oscar of course didn't mind giving, especially because he gave it back. So when Logan sat in the same seat right next to Oscar during their second class meeting and asked him again to borrow a pencil, an unannounced friendship was created.

After about a week of small talk between the two, Oscar learned that Logan was looking for a sport to fill up his schedule with while he was in the off-season for football. Oscar explained how he was actually looking to try out for the Ice Hockey team at the school if he also happened to be interested. He had played all throughout high school and was looking into picking it back up after taking a break.

It's safe to say Logan didn’t know how to play hockey, but he claimed he was a fast learner, Oscar still doesn’t know exactly how true that is.

Now, it just so happens that Logan and Oscar also ended up meeting Lando that same day. And by meeting I mean Lando ran right into Logan while riding his skateboard in a hurry to class. Lando made sure to quickly exchange his number before riding away (late) to class, sending many apologies later and even offering to hang out.

From there an odd but somewhat working trio was formed through many late-night hockey practices and class study sessions. Now in their second year and unfortunately living together, Lando and Logan are convinced about getting Oscar out of his shell and more into the scene in which Oscar always refuses. This leads him to where he is currently, at the club, on a Saturday night. Which to be fair, is probably where he should be anyway.

Unmoved by their usual antics Oscar rolls his eyes at the two before speaking up in a hurry, trying to leave as soon as possible

“Please don’t tell me you two called me down here because I was studying, in the quiet apartment, by myself?” Oscar emphasizes looking at Lando and Logan with his eyebrows raised and a deadpanned face.

Lando quickly looks away from staring at Oscar, quickly determining the floor to be more important as Logan tilts his head left and right, throwing his hands up in a shrug, making a weird face at Oscar.

That is exactly what they did.

After their faces and a silence that went on for a couple of seconds too long, Oscar exclaimed in annoyance, slightly throwing his hands out “Guys! I literally have a test on Monday, I’m in major study-panic mode, I can’t be wasting time here at the club.”

Lando immediately makes a shocked face at his words, offended by his soulless dismissal of the party life “But Oscarrrrrrrrr” He cries jumping up and down erratically before Logan puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him, and continuing on “Oh come on Oscar! Let’s be realistic here, you probably weren't even studying anyways, you were just listening to your “I’m still heartbroken over my ex” playlist, AGAIN” He insinuates, rolling his eyes at Oscar, he’s never met someone quite so down bad for a girl before, well besides maybe Charles Leclerc.

Oscar Deadpans before standing up for himself “The playlist is called Getting OVER My Ex, you know that!” rolling his eyes “And you would be too if you knew her!”

Logan lets out a loose chuckle as he moves forward to pull Oscar to the dance floor but Oscar quickly takes a step backward before any of the two boys can get him

“No. You know what?” Oscar states confidently, sticking his chest out hesitantly “I am leaving, get home safely.”

He swiftly turns around and is about to make his way to the exit, shaking his head ever so slightly when he freezes.

And there she is. Oscar sees her, clear as day. He could never mistake that familiar silhouette.

A blonde is briskly making her way through the crowded club into the bar line surrounded by two other girls. As he watches her go by from afar, he's taken aback, he still sees everything so clearly, just like it was yesterday.

FLASHBACK

It was Oscars freshman year and the first day back after Winter break, he was currently in between classes in the hallway and just about to head to the cafeteria to eat lunch with his friends. But first, he had to shove the extra textbooks Oscar checked out from the library for an up-and-coming project he had in his Biology class, into his locker.

Now Oscar oftentimes didn't mind work, but he couldn't believe that school had only just started back and his Bio teacher was already giving out projects to start. Not only that, but it was a partner project, meaning he either had to find a friend to partner with or just get stuck with a rando in his class picked for him by the teacher.

Guess which one Oscar was going with.

Oscar stood outside his locker messing with the lock trying to get it to open when he heard a familiar laugh. Looking up to his side at the noise he saw a group of girls walking and laughing down the halls, deep in conversation.

More importantly, he saw the prettiest girl ever, this blonde girl, Y/N L/N, he always saw her around school, she was in a couple of his classes, Biology actually being one of them.

One time in Biology she flipped her hair over her shoulder and (accidentally) made eye contact with him and smiled, and Oscar’s friend, Daniel, always claims that that was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Looking back to his locker and continuing back to grumpily shoving his textbooks in his locker, Oscar blocked out all other noises and conversations around him, just like he always did.

So much so that he even failed to hear the little ‘Hellos’ coming from his right side. To be fair she was standing directly behind the locker.

Oscar didn't even notice somebody was standing there until he shut his locker door, slamming it admittedly a little harder than intended. This caused both Y/N and Oscar to jump.

Well, she jumped because of the unexpected loud sound, Oscar jumped because Y/N L/N was currently standing right in front of him.

After Oscar just stared at her in silence for a few seconds too long, Y/N cleared her throat and started to speak “Uh, you're Oscar right?” She asks, the slightest pink ever so dusting her cheeks. Oscar nodded his head, starting to smile ever so slightly responding with “Yeah I’m Oscar. Y/N right?”

Shocked he knew her name as well Y/N smiled even brighter, standing up straighter “Yeah! It is, You're in my biology class, right?” “I am! I was actually just putting away some extra books I picked up, just some topic points for the project coming up” Oscar responds, huffing slightly at the end, clearly annoyed at the idea of the project.

Laughing lightly at his loud, telltale emotions Y/N speaks up “How annoying right? Like we just got back from break, how are you already freaking me out about my grades.” Y/N states still laughing, rolling her eyes as she comfortably leans against the locker looking at Oscar.

He laughs along with her sentiments feeling the same way, not exactly knowing what to say next.

She makes him nervous.

Noticing the sudden silence, Y/N straightens up standing up off the lockers, clapping her hands before starting her proposition.

“Well! As you know the Biology project is partner work, and I know you said you kind of already started with topics and everything but I was wondering -if you didn't have one already- if you wanted to maybe be partners?”

Oscar cuts her off, quickly responding to her question “Yes! I mean yeah, that sounds cool, I don't mind showing you the topics I’ve thought about” Oscar stutters out trailing off towards the end, blushing slightly at his own eagerness and nerves.

He soon though relaxed once he saw her smiling, laughing slightly at him.

“Alright then.” Y/N smiles at him, blushing slightly as well “Sounds good.” She finishes as she reaches into her backpack's front pocket and pulls out a pen and a sticky note, moving it to the locker so she can write her number on it as Oscar just stares at her writing her number for him and hands him the sticky note once she's done.

Just then the bell rings signaling that Lunch is starting, Y/N smiles at Oscar one more time before saying “Bye Oscar! I’ll text you later!” and turning around, walking down the hall towards the cafeteria where her friends are.

Oscar can't help but continue to watch her walk down the hall until she's fully gone. Smiling to himself, he then turns back around to face his locker, opening it back up once more, this time pinning Y/Ns sticky note to the locker door before he closes it for the last time and heads off to the cafeteria. His lunch just got a whole lot better, he can’t wait to tell Daniel.

It has been a full year since Oscar last saw her, maybe even longer. He can’t believe he just saw her.

Suddenly Oscar is jolted out of his trance when he feels a hand on his shoulder shaking him slightly, he hears Lando speak up “Uh Oscar, are you alright?”,

Logan asks quickly after “Yeah buddy, you kinda froze, me and Lando thought you were leaving?”

“She’s here” Oscar ominously states with slightly wide eyes.

Lando swiftly looks to his right and left scrunching up his face before speaking back up, scared of Oscar's implications, asking “Uh who’s she?”

Oscar then rolls his eyes shaking Lando's hand off of him before turning around and facing the two boys, crossing his arms, shiftily looking over their shoulders on the lookout, “My ex, I just saw her standing right over there in line, with her friends” Oscar states as he points towards the bar line on the far left side of the club.

The sound of the revelation causes Lando to let out the biggest gasp Oscar’s ever heard from him (and that's saying a lot) while Logan's eyes bulge out of his head, mouth agape. The two boys who were taken aback and stunned into silence quickly burst out into questions, loudly overlapping each other

“What do you mean your ex?” “Now are we sure it was her?” “Like THE three-and-a-half-year long ex?”

Oscar again rolls his eyes at the two antics (he swears his eyes really are going to get stuck like that), looking to the side towards the bar area spotting a glimpse of the familiar blonde hair now walking towards the dance floor, Oscar sighs before explaining shortly, “Of course I mean that ex, shes my only ex!” Oscar exclaims impatiently at Logan and Lando as he faces them again closing his eyes shortly,

“I’m unfortunately 100% certain that's her, I would recognize her anywhere. Literally, what do I do, she hates me! The last time I saw her she was uncontrollably crying at me. I have to leave now!” Oscar starts to ramble off, going through with his final decision, turning around and briskly starting to walk away before Lando can grab him by the shoulders and pull Oscar back to the two. After being pulled back deeper into the club, Oscar shuts his eyes tightly in order to avoid the situation at hand.

At the sudden, and very rare moment of silence, Oscar reopens his eyes to be met with Lando looking at his face all twisting up with concern, and Logan staring at him looking more determined than ever with his fist to his mouth, deep in thought.

Lando can't help but mumble quietly in response to Oscar as he awkwardly looks around the club “Well you did break her heart, I’d be crying too.” and Oscar can't help but let out a groan at Lando's insinuation as Logan starts his new plan of action for the night.

“Well okay now..” Oscar groans again, louder this time not wanting to hear what Logan has to say, throwing his hands up, Logan continues

“Let’s! Think about this. Oscar, what is exactly so bad about this whole thing?” Logan asks genuinely, waving his hands around towards the crowd.

With a face in shock and eyebrows raised high Oscar answers “Great question Logan, Let's see! Well uh for starters we dated for three amazing years and were supposed to last throughout college, until what happened again? Oh right! Until I broke us up right when high school ended so we could” Oscar finishes with quotations “experience life individually”

At the sound of Oscar's reasoning behind his and Y/Ns breakup, Oscar could see Lando's mouth drop even further, somehow more in shock Oscar would do something like that, and he himself couldn’t agree more.

Logan slightly cringes as Oscar explains his past before speaking up again “Okay, I’m hearing the issue, but still! What about the other parts of the three years, where you weren't breaking up with her? Weren’t they good?”

At Logan's simple but taxing question, Oscar lets out another breath he didn't notice he was holding as he answers him “Of course, they were good, being with her was the time of my life”

Oscar can’t help but smile ever so timidly as he remembers one of his favorite moments with her. God, it felt like so long ago now.

FLASHBACK

Oscar was currently running around his room tidying it up in the last places he could as he frantically looked at the clock. 2:52. Fuck. She’s almost here.

Ever since that one fateful locker meeting where Y/N and Oscar decided to be Project partners, Y/N has been over at Oscar's house around three times a week to study, or at least that's what they were saying.

Now realistically when Y/N came over they spent about 25% doing the project, the rest of the 75% came in just talking, driving around the city, and hanging out with each other.

It started as just normal studying until Oscar asked if she wanted him to walk her home one night, and when she happily obliged, they got to talking. This led to talking during the study sessions, which then turned to talking over text, constantly, which led them to where they are today.

Not that Oscar was complaining, he has never had a better time while doing his homework.

But she's been coming around so often now that it's gotten even harder to just push his feelings aside. Especially when he's trying to explain presentation points to her and she’s just staring at him, smiling, he has a hard time staying on topic.

Sometimes he thinks he's positive that she returns his feelings, cause surely nobody wants to actually meet up that many times to go over a project, right? But some days he also realizes that you're Y/N and he's Oscar and that he's realistically never stood a chance.

So naturally, with the abundance of hanging out going on, Oscar invited Y/N, yet again, today after school to continue working on their Biology project, to which Y/N of course obliged.

Which leads him to where he currently was, frantically pacing around his room waiting for the clock to strike 3.

Just as Oscar was sorting out a couple of last loose items on his desk he heard a knock at his door, promptly causing him to roll his eyes, moving to open his bedroom door while simultaneously jokingly, but not jokingly scolding his mother “What Mom? You know Y/Ns coming over, what's so import-” Oscar stops mid-sentence as he opens his door to see Y/N standing there, in all her glory.

Making a shocked face, cheeks blushing ever so lightly, Oscar chuckles “Y/N! You are indeed not my mother” Oscar laughs it off, trying his hardest to not make things awkward as he stands frozen in the doorway.

Y/N noticing his very obvious nerves, tilts her head to the side and laughs it off “I am indeed not your mother. That would make this a little weird.” She ever so slightly insinuates pushing past Oscar and the door, into his room immediately making her way to his bed, after carelessly throwing her backpack to the side, she jumps onto Oscar's bed and flips around, lying on her stomach, kicking her feet up in the air.

Oscar watches in awe as she makes her way confidently through his room, straight to his bed. He shakes his head ever so slightly at her throwing her backpack before moving across the room as well, plopping down right next to her on his bed, laying down on his back.

Taking in the silence and her presence, Oscar closes his eyes briefly.

However after a couple of minutes, slightly perturbed by the silence from the usually chatty girl, Oscar reopens his eyes to check and see what she's up to.

He was deeply surprised to be met with her eyes already staring at him, she was smiling warmly at him with the faintest pink cheeks, hair strands falling down her face, she looked kind of perfect.

Caught off guard by the hard-staring Oscar raised a brow at her already questioning actions, before vaguely smirking while squinting and asking out loud “What are you staring and smiling at”

Feeling slightly caught, Y/Ns cheeks light up as she moves from her current position on his bed to crossing her legs. Still sitting right in front of him, she smiles sheepishly, trying, but not succeeding, to laugh it off “Nothing. Mind your business Piastri.”Y/N responds tilting her head to the side again as she continues to look down at Oscar.

This causes Oscar to smile brightly, pushing up on his forearms and resting on them so he’s closer to you before he answers your sass “I think this is my business.” Staring into Oscar's eyes you chuckle lightly at his response to you, squinting at him, it’s so Oscar.

There are a couple of moments of silence before Oscar lets out a large sigh and a smile, causing you to roll your eyes as Oscar then sits up from his position on his bed so he can grab his textbook at the edge of the bed saying “Alright then.” before laying back down in his same spot (maybe slightly closer to Y/N, but who’s counting).

Opening up the textbook, Oscar flips through the pages before landing on the one he's looking for, he then looks back up at Y/N asking “Ready to start?”

Y/N stared down at Oscar for a couple more seconds, nodding ever so lightly, but instead of answering, in one quick motion, she leaned down from her position and grabbed Oscar's face softly before kissing him.

The kiss was so short Oscar didn't even have time to resonate that he should be kissing back before she pulled away.

Moving quickly, Y/N moved to sit up relaxing slightly, sitting more on her side, smiling timidly, until Oscar carefully, but swiftly placed his hand on her face and pulled her back down again, kissing her this time. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds longer until they were pulling away again. The pair stayed there for a couple of seconds just looking at each other.

Both smiling like idiots, giggling softly, Y/N goes to respond to Oscar's previous question “Yeah, I’m ready.” She answers leaning slightly on him as she grabs her pencil, cheeks red and smiling widely.

Oscar chuckles along softly with her also moving closer to her before starting the project “Alright then, I think it's about time we talk about exploring the potential of biofuels for sustainable energy sources”

Coming back to his sad reality, Oscar opens his eyes to see Lando looking at him, almost on the verge of tears, yet jumping up and down exuberantly, before he goes to speak “Osc that's great news!” He finishes with a voice crack.

Oscar feels slightly weirded out by Lando's random burst of happiness over him and his ex-girlfriend he's never met and yet he also finds it comforting.

In an attempt to make Lando understand Oscar's situation more, Oscar tries to answer Lando “I mean not really at all, but thank you-” Oscar gets quickly cut off by Logan who is now looking at Oscar deeply offended.

“Oscar! I don’t get it. Your ex-girlfriend of three great years is here and you have the chance to rekindle it! You broke it off, and now you can mend it back up! Literally save the day!” Logan exclaims, which prompts Oscar to roll his eyes, annoyed by Logan's determination to solve this

“Logan you don’t understand. I broke it off for a reason” Oscar emphasizes, the guilt from that night starting to creep up on him.

Logan sees Oscar's growing impatience and decides to take it back a notch, slowing down for a second before responding to Oscar “You're right I don't understand. Why did you really break up with her? If it was so good then why did you end things?”

Oscar promptly goes to answer Logan “I-” Before stopping and huffing slightly, taking a couple of seconds before he decides to pull Logan and Lando further to the side of the still-busy club, making it easier for him to talk.

“I guess I was just scared.” Oscar lets out, staring back at Logan and Lando’s so far blank faces for a couple of seconds, before speaking again “I mean I know that's probably boring of me to say but, I was scared for me and Y/N to have a future together. All we had ever known was each other and I guess I just sort of started to wonder that maybe it would be best to live our lives a little separately.”

After that first sentence, the words just started to pour out of Oscar, it was easy for him to remember, he thinks about the night he decided more than he probably should.

FLASHBACK

Oscar sat there on the edge of his bed. He had just gotten out of the shower and was supposed to be starting on his AP English literature essay that’s due tomorrow which he had been pushing off recently.

But instead, he found himself just sitting there, thinking. He found that he often spent his life thinking these days, it felt like 24/7 to Oscar. Well you know, at least when he had the time to.

He was always thinking about something, whether he wanted to or not.

He was thinking about the hockey practices he needed to drill and nail down. If it wasn't hockey practices, it was the handful of college applications he had to complete, deadlines were coming soon. And of course, if it wasn't applications it was always Y/N.

And while yes in the first couple of years, Oscar never minded making Y/N one of his top priorities, now, it was starting to take a toll. It was Oscar's senior year of high school and instead of partying, having fun, and just letting loose he was always on edge, freaking out about his future.

He was nervous about his future in college, nervous about his future with hockey, and most nervous about his future with Y/N, recently he had just been thinking.

As he sits on his bed absentmindedly staring at his walls he feels his phone vibrate, looking at the message as it briefly pops up on his screen, Oscar sees Y/N's name flash across. Oscar subconsciously lets out a sigh as he stares at the screen until it goes black.

Lately, it’s almost like she's been getting on his nerves, Oscar just didn't know why.

Standing up abruptly, Oscar made his way over to his desk, picking up his backpack from the ground, and placing it on his desk. As Oscars grabs his notebook and textbook from his backpack the photos that he has had hung on his board since sophomore year catch his eye.

In particular, he focuses on the photobooth photo.

It’s a series of 4 photos of Y/N and Oscar on one of their dates, it was one of his favorites, it’s where he said I love you for the first time, cliche maybe, but it was perfect, kind of like them. Or at least kind of like how they used to be.

As Oscar stares at the photos of him and Y/N, he smiles ever so slightly, thinking of all the good times they’ve had before the small smile drops.

There his mind goes again, Oscar sighs heavily, he doesn't understand why he's having such trouble with your guy's relationship recently, he knows you guys fight, and maybe it's been more frequent than normal, but why has this relationship been such a strain on him?

It’s probably because it just turned into an unwanted cycle, Oscar calls Y/N and something about it makes her upset, Y/N goes over to Oscars and something upsets Oscar, and probably her as well. Everything was just starting to feel like a lose-lose situation and he wondered when this started happening.

As his thoughts start to rack up again, Oscar pauses grabbing his stuff from his backpack, and breathes slightly for a couple of seconds before moving to sit back on the edge of his bed.

He feels his phone vibrate again and he closes his eyes, thinking hard this time.

Oscar has had his eyes set on you since your guy's freshman year. Oscar has known he has wanted to be with you, for as long as you will allow, since freshman year. Oscar also knows that it has been 3 years since then and you both have grown, perhaps even differently.

Opening his eyes and turning his head. Oscar stares back at the photobooth photo, frowning slightly.

You two will be going to college soon and will be growing in so many different ways, so different that maybe staying together will hinder those experiences.

Oscar's thoughts feel silent for a second before he recognizes it, maybe that's what he has been feeling lately. Trapped in a box.

Going to college means new experiences, new traditions, new friends, and maybe even a new girlfriend? Or at least, experiencing the individual life. He doesn’t want another girlfriend outside of Y/N, he just doesn’t want a relationship at all in general right now.

That’s a new thought for him.

Hearing a faint noise from the kitchen, Oscar breaks out of his trance from staring at the photo. He stands up and makes his way to his bedroom door, heading to the bathroom before catching himself in the mirror that hangs on the back.

He was surprised to see watery eyes staring back at him when he looked in the mirror. After standing there for what felt like an eternity, Oscar let out a little sniffle as he nodded slightly to himself, almost in agreement with what he just decided in his head.

He knew what he, unfortunately, needed to do, it was time for new experiences, right?

Lando speaks this time trying to break through to Oscar’s overwhelming silence “Okay… So now we get that part Oscar, but still, can’t you at least just talk to her about all of this? Explain it to her maybe?” Lando tries to reason before Logan speaks up “And for all you know, it's been a couple of years, you two have both probably changed so much, she knows that.”

Oscar stares at the two as they try to sound hopeful for him, Oscar feels bad for shooting the two down so fast. They just didn't understand the levels behind him and you.

It came out of nowhere, she was so blindsided he didn't see how she could forgive him, he wouldn't.

After a couple of seconds Oscar sighs again before raining on their parades “You guys don't understand how it went down. You didn't see her face. I genuinely had never seen her so upset before.” Oscar winces as the memory replays in his head before sighing and continuing.

“And the worst part was that I was the one that caused it.” He regrets every day how it all went down, that’s not how he wanted you two to go out.

FLASHBACK

Oscar was currently sitting on the edge of his bed, again. Frozen in something. Fear, guilt, annoyance, he didn’t know.

What he did know is that after the revelation he made Monday, he decided on a plan for himself, now it was Friday night, and he had invited you over.

You were currently sitting on his bed as well, just much more relaxed, leaning up against his headboard, staring at him as he sat there on the edge.

See, Oscar about five minutes ago was just cuddling with you until he had to go to the bathroom, but then when he came back, instead of getting back in bed with you, he sat on the edge of the bed.

After about two minutes of silence, Y/N decides to finally see what’s happening

“Uh, hey Osc?” She questions as she moves from her position to sitting right behind Oscar, placing her hand on his shoulder blade and continuing with her question “What’s happening? Is everything okay?”

At the sound of her last question, Oscar closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath before opening his eyes and letting out his breath. Oscar turns his body to the side so he can look at Y/N. He sees her smiling small at him, with no clue in the world.

“I think we should break up”

Oscar watches clear as day as Y/Ns smile slowly drops, her face quickly turning deadpan “What?” She mumbles out, wanting to make sure she actually heard him correctly.

There is absolutely no way she just heard him correctly.

At the sight of her state, Oscar starts to panic and ramble “I just think that at this stage in our life, it would be best to live our own, individual lives and not be so caught up in each other.” Y/N doesn't say anything as her eyes rapidly start to water, threatening to spill as Oscar continues on, even more flustered

“I mean think about it, we haven't even actually been truly happy in a while!” Oscar exclaims still in panic. This last sentence causes all the tears to start coming out as Y/N quickly moves to stand up off his bed, roughly grabbing her backpack as she simultaneously wipes her consistently flowing tears.

Oscar quickly stops his overflowing words at the sight of the girl he loves grabbing all her loose items around his room, sobbing quietly, the weight of his actions now weighing on him.

The room is silent besides the clattering sound of Y/N picking up her stuff and Y/Ns muffled cries

“Y/N” Oscar mumbles out, she lets out another sob, standing still for a second as she turns even farther away from him, almost as if she were waiting for him to continue on. Oscar noticing her pause, takes the hint “Y/N, I’m sorry.”

She lets out a watery scoff at Oscar's weak apology, turning around and glaring at him slightly as she asks “You're sorry? You're breaking up with me. But you're sorry?”

Oscar can feel his heart breaking at the tone of her voice, all he can do in this situation is nod at the crying girl mumbling back “I am”

You stare at him for a couple of seconds more, tears still falling as you let out a short breath, shaking your head “God, Three years Oscar! Three years we’ve been together, literally through everything, and now all this” Y/N gestures wildly with her hands between the two “because you want to try new experiences.”

As Y/N finishes her emotional tangent Oscar can’t help but just stand and stare at her. This is so different to him, so… not them.

Oscar nods his head ever so slightly again, shrugging along with it, tired of having to constantly explain everything. Y/N stares at him for a little bit longer, almost as if she's taking in all his last details as if she’ll never see him again.

After about a minute Y/N lets out a short sniffle as she moves to grab her backpack from his desk, before turning back around to Oscar

“I hope you have the time of your fucking life.” Y/N states bitterly before walking past him out his bedroom door for the last time. Oscar quickly calls out in a moment of desperation “Y/N/!” But Oscar soon hears his front door slam close and lets out an unexpected breath.

It takes Oscar about three minutes until he decides to move from where he's standing.

At least that's how much time he thinks he was frozen, he wasn’t really paying too close attention, his mind was somewhere else. Oscar couldn't decide what he was currently feeling.

On one side, he was relieved, he felt like a weight had honestly been lifted off his shoulder.

But on the other side, Oscar was convinced he just lost the love of his life.

Oscar finally made the move to sit down opting for his favorite spot, the edge of the bed. As he sat down, he closed his eyes for a second and just breathed.

He felt okay, almost alright, it was a big step, but he was happy he went through with it, this was the first step to feeling better he just knew it. Or at least he thought he knew. Until he opened his eyes and looked to his right and there it was, as it always was, the photobooth photo.

That’s when everything came crashing down on Oscar.

He was so scared, so unsure of his own future that instead of leaning on the one person who would help him through anything to talk about things, he pushed you away, so far away.

In fact, he didn't push you away, he absolutely obliterated your heart.

You gave him three years, three challenging, yet perfect years, that he would never have changed for the world, and all he did to repay you was make empty promises and stomp on your heart.

Oscar felt like he was going to be sick.

“The worst part was the second she left, I regretted it immediately. I’ve never stopped regretting it actually.” Oscar states as he solemnly looks towards the floor.

Hearing no response, Oscar lifts his head up, raising a brow looking back at Logan and Lando, questioning their silence “What? No “How could you do that to her” or “You're right Oscar she should hate you”?” Oscar offers, still confused and slightly thrown off by their unnatural quietness.

Lando lets out a short chuckle as Logan starts back up “Look Oscar, you guys were kids! Literally, and you spent multiple years growing up together, it's normal to take breaks, and it's normal to make mistakes. I genuinely think if you just tried and talked to her it could actually work out pretty well for you” Logan bargains with Oscar as he looks towards the dancefloor having a clear view shot of her with her friends.

He lets out an unknowing, reflective smile as he sees her newer yet ever-the-same frame dancing around to the song. He looks back to Logan with a small smile on his face, somewhat content that he even got to see her after all this time. Especially looking this well.

“Look Logan… oh and Lando” Oscar off-handily gestures to the latter, Lando quickly bows his hand at the added sentiment

“I appreciate it, but I think our time has just passed. I had a great thing and I threw it away.” Oscar confesses “And while I don’t regret it, because I'm glad I've gotten to take this path in life and meet these people,” Insinuating to the two standing in front of him, which they both coo at, covering their hearts with their hands

“I do miss her.” He finally admits out loud “But hey, that’s life.” Oscar ends his speech with a small shrug in proper Oscar fashion.

Logan lets out a long “Booo” at Oscar's confession making him chuckle faintly before Lando steps in, bringing up the energy again.

“That’s alright man, we just want you to be happy!” Lando states as he throws an arm around Oscar's shoulder “Thanks, mate.” Oscar gratefully replies “Anything you want, we will understand-” Lando drunkenly and unnecessarily continues on before Logan sharply cuts him off, “I think he's got it, Lando.” Logan pats Landos back.

“And what I want” Oscar starts as he moves out from underneath Lando's arm, “is to go home and study. Alone. By myself. Just me and my playlist” Oscar clarifies to the two making sure they got the hint to which Logan quickly replies

“Yeah yeah, message received, get home safe dork.” He finishes as he ruffles Oscar's hair causing Oscar to let out a scoff and push him away as he replies “You too. Look out for him” He says as he throws his head in the direction of Lando who is already back to dancing before he turns around towards the exit.

Starting his journey through the perimeter of the club, Oscar narrowly avoids many drunk rando encounters, including an almost dangerous spill of some sort of brown liquor, before finally making it to the exit.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard the familiar tune. Oscar would remember those opening notes from anywhere.

More so Oscar would remember who he was staring at when the notes first actually meant something to him.

This has to be some sort of fate. What are the odds she’s here, at his random college, twenty feet away while their once-called song plays.

This has got to be some kind of sign.

Stopping directly in his tracks at the so-called fateful revelation he just had, Oscar made a quick and easy decision. He briskly turned around in his spot and swiftly made his way back through the bar area of the crowded club, passing all the same strangers from the first time, before eventually coming out on the other side, slightly out of breath.

Who knew navigating through a club was such a workout?

Oscar immediately spotted Logan and Lando standing on the outer crowd of the dancefloor dancing weirdly, and he booked his way back over to them.

Slightly out of breath Oscar's pants as Logan exclaims towards him in confusion “Oscar? What are you doing here?”

Oscar goes to answer him but is quickly cut off by Lando also questioning “We thought you were going home?”

Rolling his eyes and still breathing hard from the fast walking, Oscar finally lets out a short “It's our song.”

Both of their faces stared back at him, scrunched in confusion, they didn't hear him over the blaring music, Lando obnoxiously yelled out in response “What?”

Oscar rolls his eyes yet again before yelling even louder this time “It’s me and Y/Ns song!”

This causes Lando to immediately gasp “Oh my god!” Lando yells in response as he starts jumping up and down “That has got to be a sign!” He excitedly starts hitting Logan repeatedly before he pushes him off, and starts asking Oscar in a wondering tone

“What do you mean by your guy's song? That’s very old-fashioned and almost out of date don't you think? Very not Oscar thing.” He asks raising his eyebrow, sort of caught off-guard that Oscar participated in something like that before continuing “I mean especially this song?”

Oscar briefly rolls his eyes before backing your guy's relationship up “Yea, Look, I always thought the same thing but she was always really into music and always so set on us finding a song. So I would always recommend some that made me think of her and everything but she always shot them down until one night we were out at a party, and it just clicked. And I got what she meant, every time I hear this song now I feel like I'm kind of transported to that night”

As the song continues playing around him he takes a couple of seconds to remember it clearly.

FLASHBACK

“Come on Osc, don’t be such a party pooper!” Y/N exclaims towards the boy as she throws her hands in the air.

It was a Saturday night and you two were currently at a random classmate's house party standing closely at the drinks table. Oscar was in the middle of pouring her and him a random mixed drink as she continued to plead and beg at him.

She’s spent the last ten minutes of the party trying to corral Oscar onto the dancefloor with her. She kept claiming to him that she was in serious need of dancing but she refused to go out there alone and he refused to go with her.

While she loved to dance and would do it anywhere, anytime, to any music, Oscar very much was the opposite. He found it awkward and it always made him uncomfortable. For her, he would always try and every once in a while, she could get a little dance out of him, although most times he just avoided the question altogether.

But tonight didn't seem to be one of those nights.

As Oscar holds out the drink handing it to her, sipping on his own, she continues with her tangent “I just don't see why you won't just go out there with me at least for one song! That’s all I'm asking”

She takes the drink from his hand, offering a small thank you as she goes to drink it, her throat burning from the strong taste causing her nose to scrunch up. Oscar smiles a small smile at her before rebutting

“It’s just not my thing Y/N, you know that” He responds ever so nicely causing Y/N to let out a little, sad sigh “I know, I thought I would still at least try” She smiles dimly as she chugs the rest of her drink before smiling at him

“Welp! If you need me, I’ll be on the dance floor” She states, leaning forward to him slightly as she finishes her statement, giggling slightly as he chuckles along with “Alright now, be safe out there” He states watching her make her way to the dance floor.

And that’s where Oscar spends his next five minutes, chilling against a random wall, sipping a way too strong a drink he made as he watches her dancing around with some random girls she just met.

Every once in a while she would look over at him and smile brightly, almost asking if he wanted to join her, to which he'd always do a small head shake and smile back in response. He was perfectly fine by the wall.

That was until the opening chords to Mr. Brightside started.

At first, Oscar rolled his eyes, he honestly couldn't believe that they were whipping out Brightside at this random ass house party. He wasn’t new to this song, he’s heard it plenty of times at parties, but it was never anything special to him.

That was until he saw her lighting up on the dance floor, jumping around at the opening chords, he remembered once before how she told him what this song felt like for her, just pure happiness, and now watching her dance around to it out there, he finally gets what she meant.

That's when Oscar realizes just how stupid he is for standing, leaning against a damn wall like a loser while his beautiful, amazing girlfriend is out there waiting to have fun with him.

He shakes his head at himself before quickly chugging the rest of his drink, throwing it into the trashcan, and making his way over to her on the dance floor.

“Mind if I join?” Oscar asks the simple question as he lands right in front of Y/N in the middle of the crowd, once she realizes it is him her face immediately lit up, exclaiming happily

“Oscar! You’re here! Just in time, I love this song” She yells, jumping up and down in front of him as he bops along softly to the song

“Do you really? I never knew.” He states smiling brightly as he watches her dancing around to the song.

What can he say, she and Mr. Brightside go along together really well.

Just as the pre-chorus was building she excitedly grabbed Oscar’s hands, still dancing around as she sang along to the chorus loudly “Jealousy, turning saints into the sea, swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis” Y/N laughs loudly leaning into Oscar slightly, catching her off guard as he also starts to yell along to the chorus,

“But it's just the price I pay! Destiny is calling me!” He enthusiastically moves his hand as if it is a microphone between the two of them as they both yell out the rest of the chorus

“Open up my eager eyes! Cause I’m Mr. Brightside” Y/N continuously laughs as she continues to dance around with Oscar to the song.

She's never seen him like this, she wishes she could frame it on her wall and never lose this Oscar, he was perfect.

Staring at him with bright eyes she leans in slightly and yells out to him over the finishing song “Do you know what just happened?” Oscar curiously raises an eyebrow as he continues smiling at her, already enjoying what she's about to say.

“That just became our song” She blushes proudly as she does a little dance, happy that it happened to be Mr. Brightside of all songs.

Oscar laughs softly at her antics as he responds “I guess it did, I think I get it now.” He says as he gives her one last smile before leaning in quickly, pecking her on the lips, and continuing to dance around, both laughing hard.

“What a bummer man” Logan responds at the idea of Oscar feeling stuck in this song.

Again, Mr. Brightside of all choices? He did it to himself.

Until Lando abruptly shoves him to the side “No!” He states boldly, grabbing Oscar's shoulders, shaking them slightly as he gives his big speech of the night (this happens every time Lando drinks)

“This is what I call a sign Oscar. A sign from the world that you and this girl were meant to be. Please tell me, what are the odds that you run into Y/N at a random college club, let alone have your guy's song come on?” Silence overtakes the two, neither of them answering

“I'm for real Oscar, tell me the odds?!” Lando shouts shaking him harder, causing Oscar's eyebrows to knit in confusion, drunk Lando has lost him. “Lando, I don't know?” He states shrugging heavily before Landos yells at him again

“Exactly! Who the fuck knows and who the fuck cares! Go talk to the damn girl Oscar and make her fall in love with you again!” Lando finishes his tangent with a one-handed shove to Oscar, pushing him farther towards the dancefloor.

Oscar nods his head slowly feeling actually charged by Lando's speech, surprisingly, he's right.

Who cares, he messed up and he still misses you, why should he let this opportunity pass him when you're right there? Who knows when he’ll see you again?

“You're right Lando.” Oscar admits “Damn right, I am!” Lando exclaims loudly at Oscar's revelation “Not too much now” Logan states again patting his shoulder and pulling him back slightly. Oscar rolls his eyes at the comment but continues

“I’m going to go find her and talk to her.” Oscar confidently states starting to walk away to the crowd as the two other boys cheer him on before Oscar quickly stops and turns back around to face the boys causing them to let out a series of disappointed, but not surprised ‘ooos’ and ‘awes’.

Oscar smiles sheepishly before clarifying “Or at least just say hi.” Oscar reasons with them, Logan and Lando nod along to that, agreeing with him as they continue to cheer him on, whooping and hollering again as he walks away “You get that girl!” “We’re proud of you Oscar!”

Oscar chuckles to himself faintly as he makes his way back through the crowd once again, this time on a mission to find Y/N, especially before the song ends.

He thought it would take forever to be honest having to sift through all the people, but it didn't take him long to find her familiar blonde hair and smile.

I guess old habits die hard.

Once he spotted her he quickly made his way through the people, apologizing here and there before finally reaching her. He’s just lucky she had an empty pocket around her in the middle of the crowded club.

Oscar found himself standing directly behind her and after catching his breath for a second, he planned on tapping her shoulder. Well, if only he would just move.

He didn't know what was happening but he was frozen, just like plenty of times before, all his doubts were starting to creep in. He even started to wonder if he should just turn around and leave and he almost did

That was until somebody accidentally shoved the random guy standing right next to him causing him to slightly fall right into Y/N.

Well, shit. No going back now.

As soon as Y/N turned around her eyebrows immediately shot up and her mouth dropped open, and after about a second of stuttering she finally got out her question “Oscar?” Confusion and amazement all over her face before Oscar answers

“Y/N.” She immediately in return let out “Oh my god” To which Oscar couldn't help but agree “Oh my god is right”

As if she's double-checking a list of impossible things in her head she asks one last question “And Mr. Brightsides playing?” Oscar winces slightly but plays it off quickly “It is” Oscar responds sheepishly as the song continues to surround them, almost feeling louder now.

Did they turn the sound up in the club, or was it just Oscar?

After a couple of seconds, maybe minutes of silence Oscar and Y/N accidently speak up at the same time “Hi.” “Hey” The two mumble over each other, unaware of how to go about the unfamiliar awkwardness

“Do you want to step outside?” Y/N asks as Oscar nods his head rapidly and shyly responds “Yeah, that would be nice” She gives him a final nod as well then loosely, takes his wrist in hand, and makes her way, leading the two of them through the busy crowd.

As the two of them walk through the club to get outside, Oscar sees a glimpse of Lando and Logan who happen to be throwing him the biggest smiles he’s ever seen with big thumbs up.

Rolling his eyes, he picks up his speed ever so slightly so they can get away from everyone faster, he hopes she didn’t notice them.

She didn't.

She was too caught up in the fact that she was currently guiding her long-time ex-boyfriend through a club so they could finally talk.

As the two of them finally make it out of the club they just stand there for a couple of seconds, the now very sudden silence filling in all the gaps.

Y/N makes a move and sits on the curb of the sidewalk outside the club, resting her head on her arms that are draped over her legs, taking in the silence outside. This isn't exactly where she imagined her night going.

At the need of wanting to stay close, Oscar swiftly follows her as he moves to sit right next to her on the curb, staring at the building lights that surround them before turning his head to stare at Y/N who was also enjoying the lights.

Oscar can’t help but let out the softest smile at the sight of the same girl he grew up right next to.

Feeling his eyes on her, Y/N turns her head to face him as he's staring at her, ready to start the conversation that's been hanging in the air “Oscar” She starts slowly “Y/N” He responds.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, or ever again really.” She sheepishly admits to him before continuing on “What brings you here tonight?” She asks, wanting to at least start a genuine conversation before she asks him why he broke her heart.

Caught slightly off guard by the casual question, Oscar answers “Uh, well I was actually studying for a big midterm I have coming up but my roommates, Logan and Lando called me here in an emergency.”

This causes Y/Ns face to immediately change from listening to concerned, knitting her eyebrows together, placing her hand softly on Oscar's arm, ready to console “Oh my god are they okay?”

He blushes at the contact before stuttering “Oh yeah they're fine, don’t worry about them. They just didn't want me studying on a weekend, they get weirdly concerned for me.” Oscar embarrassingly admits, making a puzzled face as he confesses his roommate's overbearing protection as Y/N giggles ever so slightly in response.

“I didn’t know you went here.” She states boldly with slight confusion written all over her face, gesturing to the school campus surrounding them

“I mean I just never heard about it before when we were,... you know.” She awkwardly leads off, as he ineptly chuckles, rubbing his neck and explaining how he landed at this school

“Yeah I just figured I needed something completely new, try something out just for myself.” He finishes as he moves his vision from her to the road in front of them, feeling guilty for how he's sounding right now.

It's reminding him a lot of that night.

There are a couple more beats of silence before she decides to speak up “I get what you mean. That's why I chose this school too, a fresh restart, a chance to grow singularly.” She says with a slight smile

Oscar moves his vision back onto her, and smiles small at her, nodding along with her sentiments as he hears the growth in her letting out the smallest “Yeah.”

Maybe this time it can be different.

There are a couple of more beats of silence when they're just staring at each other before Y/N speaks up and finally asks the question

“Why did we break up?”

He feels his eyes quickly become glassy at the sound of her frail voice, he looks down quickly at the floor, sniffling before looking back up at her and finally explaining himself

“I got scared. I was being a stupid teenage boy and I threw everything away because I thought that I would find something better out there. I was being selfish and I broke your heart, and I’m so sorry.” Oscar lets out a genuine confession as he watches her face contort to the information.

Eyes watering even more she lets out a small scoff before saying something he wasn't expecting “You weren't being stupid Oscar. And you especially weren't being selfish.”

Finishing with a sniffle, Oscar knits his eyebrows at the sound of this and opens his mouth to say something before Y/N continues

“You did the right thing. You actually did a very brave thing that I would’ve always been too afraid to do. I knew we had issues, and I knew the second I left your room that you were right. We did need time apart to grow individually, it fucking sucked, but you made the right call.” Y/N admits as she looks upon him with a small, sad smile

“I just wish you would have talked about it with me and we could have made the decision together but hey, it seemed to work out well for the two of us” She finishes with a watery laugh as he nods along.

“I know, I should have, and I'm sorry I didn't. I don't know why I felt like I had to do everything by myself. But you're right, it seemed to turn out well for us.” Oscar states

“That it did” She repeats back to him smiling softly at him as she leans back against her arms resting on her legs

Oscar smiles back as he looks down at her, he speaks again quietly, almost in a whisper “I’m sorry again, you didn't deserve that, I regret it every day knowing that I made you upset like that”

Y/N takes in his genuine face, eyes flitting all around before smiling small and responding with a “Thank you, Oscar, I appreciate it”

He just continues to smile at her in response for a little before turning his head back to building lights, soaking in the silence he gets to spend just sitting here with her.

After a couple more minutes Oscar turns back to her to find Y/N fighting to keep her eyes open as she stares around her. This causes Oscar to let out a small chuckle as he asks her

“Should I uh, walk you back to your dorm” This causes Y/N to close her eyes, nodding sleepily as she responds to his offer “That would actually be great, thank you”

He chuckles at her state as he stands up before sticking his hands out to Y/N to help her stand up which she easily obliges before asking her

“So where do you live?”

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anthurak · 23 days ago

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So as a bit of a more in-depth followup to this post:

You know that trope we see weirdly regularly in ‘next generation’ sequels where the kid/teen heroes of the original series for some reason routinely become fairly shitty/dysfunctional parents to their own kids? Even to the point of sometimes repeating the same mistakes of their own parents.

I can’t help but feel like this is something that RWBY is doing a fair bit of subtle commentary on, especially with Team STRQ gradually being more and more revealed to a be an almost hilariously dysfunctional hot fucking mess of a family who somehow ALL massively fucked up raising Yang and Ruby.

I’ve brought this up a few times now in other posts, but I think it’s very easy to read Team STRQ as having been the heroic protagonists of their own fantasy adventure story back during their time at Beacon and afterwards as a professional hunter team.

Specifically, a much more standard, trope-y, ‘played straight’ fantasy adventure story in contrast to RWBY’s much more subversive, deconstructionist interrogation of its fantasy tropes and archetypes.

Or put another way; Team STRQ’s story was ‘played straight’ right up until the final proverbial credits rolled and all the underlying issues and character baggage that were always glossed over and pushed to the side because a ‘typical fantasy adventure’ story with its simplistic morality doesn’t want to deal with it. And neither do the characters.

Which of course leads to such things as Summer’s ever-growing martyr complex, Raven’s and Qrow’s self-esteem issues, Tai’s potential repression of abandonment issues via abrasive behavior, and of course EVERYTHING with Ozpin and his followers being ignored.

Team STRQ may have beaten the bad guys and saved the day, but they never addressed any of the real underlying problems. With others, or themselves.

Which leads to, among other things, the now STRQ family being a case of the aforementioned ‘fantasy adventure hero(s) growing up into dysfunctional parents to the next generation’ trope dialed up to eleven.

We pick up twenty or so years after all of Team STRQ’s big, exciting adventures to find that everything has gone to shit for them. Taiyang the (I’m assuming) previously boisterous, fun-loving jokester of the team has become a jaded, withdrawn, nearly broken man and an abusively neglectful father. Qrow the (again assuming) the recovering social recluse who learned true familial affection and connection from his team now fully believes that his semblance makes him a danger to his loved ones and in large part tried to distance himself. Raven the former edgy rival turned fiercely loyal defender of her new family has completely vanished, cutting all ties with her new family. And Summer the unfailingly optimistic and driven heroic leader, heroine and core of her team has also completely vanished and is presumed DEAD.

And the two daughters of our team of heroes have an upbringing the more resembles that of a couple of orphans, being forced to effectively raise themselves with all four of their parents/parent-figures being entirely consumed by all of their respective unresolved baggage and trauma.

Oh and it turns out there was a way, way BIGGER villain than any that Team STRQ dealt with and the seemingly wise mentor to all of them is a way bigger fuckup than anyone could have ever thought.

And the aforementioned daughters and their friends and the rest of their generation are the ones who have to actually deal with it, and all the fuckups of their parents.

Again, RWBY is a story that essentially skips the standard, trope-y, ‘by the books’ first entry in a fantasy series and goes right to the super subversive, deconstructionist sequel.

#rwby #rwby rambling #rwby theory #Team STRQ #Summer Rose #Raven Branwen #Qrow Branwen #Taiyang Xiao Long #ozpin #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #character parallels #character foils

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wh0refortwinks · 12 days ago

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PART TWO IS FINALLY HERE!!

Summary: after 2 weeks of not talking, and having high sexual tension you finally… sort it out.

Warnings: smut/ explicit content, oral sex (f and m recieving), mild exhibition, jealousy/ possessive behaviour, strong language, argument, very mild injury, murder/ crime reference (normal criminal minds stuff), workplace tension, non established relationship.

It had been 2 weeks since yours and Spencer’s prior interaction, you two hadn’t said a thing about it to each other, accepting the thought that it would most likely never happen again, even if you did want it to.

Whenever you two were alone or even in the presence of the other the air was practically crackling with tension and underlying attraction.

So now the two of you were here- in the conference room- surrounded by a table filled with bloody crime scene photos. This case was a hard one. Obviously all of the cases you worked were hard, you captured, kidnapper’s, murderers and pedophiles for a living but every once in a while there was a case like this. A case that genuinely made you sick to your stomach.

The team had managed to come up with a solid plan to lure him in, they knew how dangerous it would be to just arrive at his house, he wouldn’t go without a fight, so the plan was to lure him in. For you to lure him in.

Spencer wasn’t happy with this as expected, though he tried to put up a facade, one that showed him to not care, not even in the slightest. But underneath the mask of calm, he felt worry bubbling inside him, praying that you’d be okay.

Now here you were, in a changing room at the police station in a short black dress. You had a fair share of cleavage showing and the dress accentuated your curves, meeting the unsubs preferences.

You try to still your nerves as you walk into the building, immediately spotting the unsub sitting at the bar. You let out a breath and walk up to him sitting next to him and asking for a drink from the bartender, leaning over just enough so if the unsub was looking your way he would be able to see a peak of cleavage.

Spencer was sitting at another table sipping his drink, he found himself feeling a mix of emotions he had rarely ever felt, at least not in this way. Maybe it was jealousy… lust… or perhaps annoyance…? He was the one who had ended their passionate encounter before… so why was he still feeling these emotions… if not more than he had previously.

You order your drink then lean back on the stool slightly straightening up.

“You don’t strike me as the cocktail type…” the man beside you says. You look up at him as you hear the sound of his voice. In all honesty you weren’t, you rarely drank and if you did you wouldn’t have picked a daiquiri.

“But I guess it makes sense.” He speaks up, his southern accent clear. You furrow your brows and tilt your head ever so slightly gesturing for him to go on.

“Pretty… sugary on the outside… no real bite underneath.” He gives you a smile that sends chills down your spine, though you force a smile.

“Who said I had no bite…?” You ask with a small grin trying to act playful to hide your nerves.

He laughs, a menacing sound that makes your stomach churn, he leans in closer and was about to whisper something in your ear before he was interrupted by Spencer.

He had obviously not liked how close the unsub had got to you so he decided to pull the plug on the undercover now, before he should have done.

“FBI!! You’re under arrest.” The curly haired doctor yells at the man’s, his eyes cold.

The unsubs eyes widen and he pushes past you and runs out for his life, literally.

You connect with the floor, a small groan in pain leaving your lips. You watch as Spencer darts past you, gun in hand.

You were furious, beyond a little mad. He had almost fucked up the whole entire mission. He had endangered many people’s lives in that bar, all because he couldn’t handle the unsub within a few feet of you.

He had managed to catch the unsub thankfully and no one else was particularly hurt, But you were still pissed, he always did this and you thought that the talk and well… other things that happened the other week had sorted this issue out but it hadn’t, not even in the slightest.

You were now in the lobby of the hotel you were staying at, waiting for him to arrive so you could try once again to have a talk with him.

He walks through the doors, his hair slightly disheveled and his tie wonky. His shirt was untucked for once and he looked exhausted from the chase.

“Spencer why the fuck did you do that I had it under control… that was risky you could have got someone hurt.” You yell at him straight away. He lets out a huff and looks down at you.

“Well I didn’t.” He says his voice is blunt and mono-toned. You watch as the lighting shadows his face, his jaw clenching before he looks away.

“That’s not the fucking point!! It was my fucking mission I was doing good… you didn’t need to get involved.” You yell at him, the loudness of your voice taking the both of you slightly by surprise.

“Yeah and do you know how quickly that could have gone south…?” He replies with, his voice almost a whisper compared to yours. He steps closer craning his neck down to look down at you.

“This is what I mean, you never take me seriously!! You never fucking respect that I can do this job too. I’m a good agent reid.”

You huff and throw your arms up. “You know what…? I’m done, I'm tired so I’m going to bed”. You say before turning around and storming off to your hotel room.

Spencer knew it wouldn’t be best to talk to you now, he needed to wait for you to calm down before apologising. Though he doesn’t quite know why he feels the need to apologise. You being this angry with him just didn’t settle right with him.

You get a nock on your door an hour later, rising from the bed with a small sigh and opening the door.

“Y/n…” he says in a quiet voice. “What…?!” You snap still annoyed at him.

“I’m…” he lets out a huff. “I’m sorry.” He finally says his lips pressed into a straight line, doing exactly the thing he was usually too stubborn to do, apologise.

You look up at him and fold your arms over your chest, trying to keep some barrier between the two of you, even though your body is buzzing with adrenaline and something else… something more lustful?

“I didn’t interfere with your job because I didn’t think you were capable… I know you’re more than capable… it’s just seeing him that close to you… a mass murderer… and knowing that you were his planned next target…” you cut him off mid sentence.

“you were jealous…” you say letting out a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

His jaw visibly clenches, clearly embarrassed by how easy it is for him to get jealous over you.

“Yes…” he muttered with an almost unnoticeable nod.

You let out a huff and look away, the air thick with tension after his confession.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You mutter referring to him interfering.

He gives a small nod and looks down at you, steeping closer just an inch. His hands twitch as his sides, as if he’s trying desperately not to reach out and touch you.

“You can tell me to leave if you want…” he breathed, his voice deep carrying undertones of the same thing it did weeks prior.

You don’t tell him to leave. You just stay still, looking up at him with the big eyes that make his knees feel weak. The silence consumes the two of you, it was deafening.

He interrupts the silence with a few simple words.

“Are you still mad at me…?” Was all he asked.

You reply to his words with the trueth. “I should be.” You really should have been, but something about him, something made it nearly impossible to stay mad at him.

“But… you’re not…?” He mutters, his voice borders daring as he steps closer, again.

You suck in a breath and bite down on your lip softly, a habit you had made, a habit that stirred a deep desire within him.

He steps closer, his neck dipping down so his lips ghost over yours. “No…” you mutter, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heart beat.

And with that he crashes his lips onto yours. The kiss wasn’t brutal like it had been the last time, it wasn’t purely based on sexual attraction… It was passionate, filled with as much lust as the last time, but instead this, it held undertones of gentleness that weren’t there before.

you hadn’t even registered what it was you were doing before you kissed him back with just as much pent up desire. Your tongue colliding with his as the kiss got more heated, and before you knew it he had lightly pushed you onto the bed and he was looming over you.

You pant as you catch your breath from the intense kiss, looking up at him with eyes that immediately made his dick stir in his pants.

His large hands go to rest on your hips as he leans down to kiss you again, this time rougher and more sexual. He groans into the kiss as his tongue explores your mouth further, his hands making his way up to the hem of your pajama shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss to look into your eyes as he speaks up. “Can I take your shirt off y/n…?” His voice is low with barely contained cupidity.

You should have been embarrassed by how quickly you nodded but you were too far gone too care, too consumed by the desire that dr Spencer Reid had caused you.

You didn’t have to tell him twice before his fingers worked quickly at the small buttons of the pajama top. When he had finally unbuttoned your shirt he immediately groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands immediately growing to them and his mouth latching on to your nipple.

You gasp out as you arch your back, not used to the feeling of his hands on you like this, but you hoped that one day you would. Your hands find his long messy curls as he continues to suck on one of your nipples as he kneads the other.

“Fuck…” you breath out as his mouth leaves your nipple. He drops to his knees and looks up at you through his thick brown lashes, the sight making your stomach twist with lust.

He pulls down your pajama pants and bites his lip at the sight of you in only a white thong. “Spencer…” you mutter bucking your hips, in hopes he will relieve the tension that has formed between your thighs.

He hooks his fingers around your underwear and pulls them down his eyes dark with hunger. He lets out a small groan at the sight of your glistening folds, his dick growing possibly harder at the thought that you're hard for him.

“Please…” you shamelessly beg, too horny to care, too needy to care. The only thing you cared about right now was getting the release you so greatly needed.

His mouth latches onto your clit before you could register, your back arches as you gasp out at the sensation of his lips on your intimate area. Your hands find his hair, fingers twining between his brown lochs as his tongue dances on your pussy.

He pulls back and grins when he sees the look on your face, completely lost in pleasure. “I’ve barely touched you.” He teases, his tone smug and his breath fanning out on your cunt.

You huff and stand up, deciding to tease him back. “Well let’s see how you react when I ‘barely touch you’” you speak, quoting him sarcastically.

You walk around him and push him backwards to sit in the bed before dropping to your knees in front of him. His breath hitches ever so slightly at the sight of you completely naked on your knees for him.

“Well… I’m not going to complain…” he mutters, a small grin plastered on his face, which quickly spreads to yours.

You unbuckle his belt as slowly as you possibly can with out it being obvious you were teasing him, making sure to ‘accidentally’ brush your fingers over his rock hard bulge.

He lets out a soft gasp at the contact, his eyes fluttering closed for a few seconds before he opens them not wanting to miss the sight.

Once his belt is off he can’t wait any longer and quickly unbuttons his pants and lifts his hips to pull them off, giving you a view of his boner through the dark grey boxers, which quickly find a place on the floor too.

You could tell he was big already but fuck. His dick slaps against his stomach as he frees himself, he lets out a small groan as he gauges your reaction.

“You can take it…” he mutters, stroking a hair behind your ear. You nod quickly before softly grabbing the base of his dick and pressing your lips to his tip earring a soft intake of breath from him.

He holds your hair behind your head as you start to softly suck his tip, licking the precum off. He lets out a soft grunt and lifts his hips so he enters your mouth, continuing to look at you, refusing to not.

“Look at me y/n.” He mutters. His stomach twisting in lust as you do, your big eyes meeting his own, consumed by hunger and desire.

You start to take more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth as he grows louder, grows closer to the edge.

He can’t help it, he thrusts into your mouth, slowly at first making sure you were okay with it.

“Is this okay…?” He asks his voice hoarse and low, trying not to become a loud mess. You hum around him sending shockwaves of pleasure to him, making his orgasm impossibly near.

His thrust became slightly faster, though not crossing the line, no wear near it. His hand that’s not gripping at your hair rubs your cheek affectionately.

“Fuck…” he groans, seconds away from cuming. “Can I come down your throat baby…?” He asks biting down on his lip, letting go of your hair so if you want to pull away you can.

You keep him deep in your throat as his cum hits the back of it and fills your mouth, before swallowing and pulling away.

“Such a good girl…” he mutters as he leans down and presses a small kiss to your mouth.

You decide you want to keep your relationship like this, in reality you still had much more time to spend with each other, you didn’t need to rush into sex right now. You wanted to wait for it to be a special time with him, not in a cheap shitty hotel with your colleagues next door.

Guys I’m SO SORRY this took so long but I’m finally on summer break now so I thought I would finish this!! I need some new ideas for smut or fluff or angst so please help me if you have any ideas!! :)

#criminal minds #spencer reid smut #spencer reid #criminal minds one shot #mgg #smut #spencer reid one shot #jealousy #reader insert #y/n

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void-kisses · 1 month ago

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Just close your eyes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

900 words

Warnings: gn reader, vague description of implied panic attack

Post case anxiety is hard to deal with on your own. When it strikes on the jet and everyone else is asleep, it falls to your more than a friend, less than a boyfriend to help you calm down.

After an incredibly long case, there is nothing you love more than decompressing on the plane. Your response –to relax as soon as you pass the threshold– is near Pavlovian at this point.

The soft hum of the engines is like an oath, a promise that home is on the way and the case is over. You should feel safe. You sit in one of the chairs, expecting calm to come to you like it always does, but it doesn't. As you sit on the cool pleather seats, your heart leaps into your throat. It feels like your head is packed full of cotton. You swear there must be rubber bands wrapped around your chest, preventing you from inhaling any more than a half breath.

Everyone else on the team is asleep. It's fair enough, considering how brutal the case has been on everyone. Hotch –who hadn't slept in what you're pretty sure is at least 48 hours– has passed out, sitting up with a folder still open on the table. Even Garcia is sound asleep. She’s been off all week. She always is when she’s brought along on a case. It makes you calm ever so slightly to see her dozing off on Morgan's shoulder. At least she found some peace.

You're left utterly alone with a creeping weight pooling in your stomach, choking your thoughts like a thick smog. In what should be peace, comfort, resolution, you find no closure. Maybe it's the long nights with only grisly autopsy photos to keep you company, maybe it's the way one of the mothers was screaming when you visited the crime scene, maybe it was the haunted look in the eyes of the last victim you managed to save. Dread sinks into your stomach. It coils in your gut, writhing like a snake. You can't place it.

A paper rustles. It's Spencer. You hadn't realised he was awake. He's usually a bit more active, bouncing his leg or tapping his fingers on the desk. It’s odd to see him like this. He looks so peaceful on the other side of the jet. The sight of him so calm feels surreal, given the looming sensation of dread settled over your shoulders. As a sting of panic wracks through you like lightning –no explanation in sight– you feel the urge to seek comfort in him. Not just an urge, a need. You've been something more than just friends with him for a while, but you've never needed him so badly before.

You're too nervous to approach. He looks so peaceful. You don't want to bother him with this. You wonder if you deserve to bother anyone. A shiver runs through your body, and suddenly you’re on your feet.

He looks up from the book that he's skimming as you approach. His eyes crinkle as he sees you. You feel picked apart in an instant. Under his gaze, you’re laid bare. His sharp mind must have already diagnosed everything wrong with you the instant he laid eyes on you. He hesitates for a beat. Then he puts his book to the side. With a slight shuffle, he makes room for you to join him.

Spencer's arms wrap nervously around you. He guides you down to lie with him. The two of you are precariously crammed on the sofa, at risk of tipping at any moment. His fingers twitch against your arm. He's held you before, and it always takes him a few minutes to get used to the sensation.

The soft wool of his vest scratches against your cheek as you listen to the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat. His chest rises and falls, tight breaths gradually becoming slower as he relaxes into you. He's tentative when he initiates, but by the way he grips your shoulder, you know he craves affection. He licks his lips, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"You know... It's not uncommon to experience unexplained anxiety after a prolonged period of stress. The increase in cortisol can lead to hypervigilance, which can result in anxiety symptoms appearing when there's no apparent reason," he mutters, the words flying off the tip of his tongue as he draws circles against your back.

He speaks like he's expecting you to cut him off at any moment, but you never do. The longer he holds you, the more he seems to relax from his initial awkwardness. He smells like bergamot and a faint hint of vanilla. There's a spare bottle of this cologne in your medicine cabinet. He smells like home.

"It's… documented, pretty common, even," he continues abruptly. "It's normal for this to happen to agents sometimes… In fact, most agents report delayed emotional responses."

His touch helps make your heartbeat slow back down again. You even hadn't realized it was going so fast. You're sure he knows what he's doing. He's probably researched exactly how to calm someone down from this.

"Physical touch can help..." he offers, softening his voice further. “It releases oxytocin… you know what, nevermind.”

He retightens his grip on you. With a slow exhale, he positions you to lay on top of him like a blanket. One arm drapes over your waist, the other cupping the nape of your neck. He settles in, tucking your head under his chin. He picks up his book again, settling in for the rest of the flight.

He'll be here with you. For the next three hours, for forever if you’ll have him.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #fluff #x reader fluff #x reader #anxiety comfort #gn!reader #tooth rotting fluff

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bonefall · 9 months ago

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bones. bones they made moonpaw a schizophrenia and plurality stereotype. bones. bones help us

OH NO IS THAT WHY THERE'S 16 MESSAGES

I TURNED MY BACK FOR 5 MINUTES GREAT GOOGLY FUCKELING MOOGELY

I still have to finish reading Star (you have to forgive me for being a capital G Gamer who's been uber distracted) to gather together my final fair assessment, so I can start putting down the fragments for BB!ASC. But I WILL tell you this;

The whole Moonpaw Discourse from a couple of months ago really opened my eyes to just how pervasive intersexism and plurality stereotyping is, even in this space.

Not all of it is malice-- like many other cultural biases, people often just pick up negative stereotypes passively and don't realize they reflect poorly on real people. "Scary evil head voice" is one of them. Yes, intrusive thoughts exist (they are something I deal with), but it's about the snap, subconscious association between "voice in head" and "mental torment."

As the case and point; Look at how FAST the fandom conversation changed when the team first teased it. What was a fantastical, equal parts sincere love and horror exploration of shipping a cat with a magic pool morphed. Overnight, The Voice was an abusive thing, an expression of a dead baby who wanted to live, or a reincarnated monster, or another evil Ashfur-esque posession spirit.

Something bad, malicious, unwanted. By contrast, the voice of the moonpool was mostly portrayed as a supernatural yet good thing. Genuinely asking her for help.

(Part of me also ponders the religious angle of it. "Voices in my head" that come from God are generally much more socially acceptable than "Voices in my head" that come from the self. Regardless,)

So, as always, I Don't Rewrite Arcs Until They Are Done (I DRAU TAD, if you will), BUT... I know for certain that I will want to subvert this.

If Canon!Moonpaw must be a system, and we're all ready to buckle up and bunker down through how the Erins handle this one, then for BB!Moonpaw I'll try to do the same. But for my portrayal, I want to write her relationship with her headmate to be generally positive. Or at least more complicated and multifaceted.

One idea in particular I like is the thought that she absorbed a twin... but writing it as a chance the twin GETS to live, NOT a life denied. Death would have claimed them if they didn't become part of her. So, they love her-- of course they do. They're two souls with one heart.

The specifics will have to come with time. I need to see how her plurality impacts the plot, the overall story being told, plus wait to assess the criticisms that real systems and fusion chimeras in our fandom will have. But I can say with certainty that I would like to attempt my redux with the sad truth in mind that headmates in media are almost never approached as non-malicious. I'd like to do what I can to make a difference.

#better bones au #bone babble #BB!CS #Changing Skies #Moonpaw

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profounddefendorcrusade-blog · 8 days ago

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WoY thoughts

(these are random and mostly about Wander; I still have so much to say about him)

🌟 Wander's definitely interested in girls:

Not to mention how he literally sang a song about how to win a girl's heart in "My Fair Hatey"

but there are also moments like this one:

That's why I headcanon him as either bisexual or pansexual (I'll go with pan because Wander seems like the type who'd date anyone and also because it's funny how "wan" and "pan" rhyme). He 100% had many flings, but no serious relationships, based on how he has no deeper friendships other than the one with Syl

Wander is sappy, touchy-feely and playfully flirty, but I'm pretty sure most of his previous relationships ended because he left to visit new galaxies and meet new people. He loves traditionally romantic gestures and believes in "happily ever after" like we see in "The Hero," "The Matchmaker" and (especially) "The Battle Royale." But when Demurra & Draykor start talking about what a healthy relationship consists off, Wander cuts them off. He seems to be flighty and idealistic when it comes to relationships, doesn't seem to know or care about the realistic aspects of them, nor is he someone who commits

🌟 Wander crossdresses MANY TIMES in the show (like in "The Greatest," "The Date," "The Enemies," "The Secret Planet") and in "The Wanders," we see two parts of him that are women not to mention how he is feminine personality-wise, too

Also, based on how Wander most often dresses up as a blonde and how he found Demurra beautiful, I get the feeling he's into blondes

🌟 Wander won't say no to attention, romantic or not. His feelings towards Janet seemed to be "I love the attention she's giving me, so me and Syl are gonna stay for a bit and I'll bask in the attention, have fun and enjoy myself," but then he was like "Uh, she's actually TOO obsessed with me and it's making me very uncomforable, this is getting out of hand, I gotta get out of here but be polite about it!"

🌟 Wander thinks on the go and knows what's going on around him even though he seems oblivious. These expressions show it

I know the writers couldn't figure out if Wander was oblivious or not,

but this is one of those cases where the character "writes themselves" BECAUSE THE FACES WANDER MAKES SO OBVIOUSLY MEAN HE'S AWARE OF EVERYTHING. Even the pilot episode shows this, but nobody on the team picked up on it. It's like they didn't know Wander back then I found him to be just a silly little guy at first too Just like in "The Wanders" we learn his kindness is a choice, in "The Waste Of Time," it's revealed Wander knows that he often relies on his gut and is detail-oriented

🌟 Sylvia cares about Wander yet REALLY doesn't understand him (although I love how he inspired her to be kinder and how she said about Hater "An enemy is just a friend you haven't made yet!" in the last ep, especially bc it contrasts how she talks about him in "The Greatest") . The moments where she questions him and his methods/expresses annoyance parallel how Peepers treats Hater bc they are the "straight-men" in their respective duos. How similar the two are best shows in eps like "The Battle Royale," "My Fair Hatey" and "The Show Stopper"

Annoying villains until they warm up to him and (eventually) quit villainy IS his way of stopping them

Wander doesn't force anyone to reform if they choose not to (that's why there aren't many reformed villains in the show)

and straight up says how she thinks he is oblivious to danger

Neither Sylvia nor Peepers acknowledges Wander as the genius that he is. they're both way too grounded & sensible to understand Peepers only did it in "The Prisoner" to get Hater to say the password and briefly in "The Little Guy" where he said:

This must have been a speech that Hater ordered him to learn by heart. If he had actually meant what he said, Peepers would have started taking Wander more seriously after this episode, which he doesn't do

(I said this before but it still doesn't hurt to say it again) Hater picked up on Wander's genius from the start because he's also an impulsive genius

🌟 I've heard some fans wonder what good things Wander sees in Hater, and I shared my thoughts about the topic here. But the thing is, Hater actually has good qualities. He's:

passionate,

endearing,

protective of Tim and Peepers,

romantic (I don't think Hater was into Dominator just for the looks. He didn't want to be alone forever, as he admits to Peepers in "The Rival," and thought that she was his soulmate bc she had the same goals and morals as him. Dom was genuinely the only person Hater tried to learn more about and saw as greater than himself),

intelligent and a great leader when he's focused,

someone with a bombastic, fiery personality

🌟 Both Hater and Wander are associated with monkeys in some way (Wander is compared to a cat AND a monkey by Bill, Phil and Gil and pretended to be one in "The Secret Planet"; Hater is pretty obviously similar to a chimpanzee except he doesn't have monkey feet), so I think they're the characters connected to Monkeyboy

More similarities:

Whenever Wander becomes obsessed with something, he is 100% hyperfocused (e.g "The Epic Quest." "The Box," "The Battle Royale," "The Matchmaker"), just like how Hater's obsessed with destroying Wander throughout the entire show

We don't know details about either of their pasts

Sylvia and Peepers don't know everything about their best buds

Wander's creativity is pretty obvious, but Hater is also creative

Despite what Peepers & Sylvia might think, Hater & Wander could manage on their own before they came into their lives

The entire "The Breakfast" episode is FULL of Wander/Hater (and Sylvia/Peepers) paralells

Wander not only sems to be the 'good guy' version of Hater, but I also think that Hater would be even more similar to Wander if he ever decided to humble down

🌟 Both Peepers & Wander are hardworking go-getters, can step into leadership positions when they have to (Peepers was forced to grow into this role because of Hater, meanwhile Wander has episodes like "The Ball," "The Hero," "The Rager," "The Secret Planet," "The End Of The Galaxy"), and sometimes mimic Hater/Sylvia like they are their older siblings ("The Big Job," "The Funk," "The Greater Hater")

🌟 If Peepers was born wanting to conquer the galaxy, it would be an interesting parallel if Wander was born wanting to defend it from bad guys

🌟 Peepers bullies the rest of the Watchdogs all the time not just because he's a workaholic with a short temper, but also because he doesn't want to be associated with his own species AT ALL. It has to do with his inferiority complex. Peepers really hates not feeling smart and capable + seeing the Watchdogs always reminds him how short and small and helpless they're all seen as (Napoleon complex). Peeps definitely feels insignificant and unimportant as a Watchdog

🌟 My thoughts on Hater:

🌟 It's funny how Wander is a "half cat" and yet he loves water ("The Lonely Planet"). In the same ep, it's implied Wan can tell apart different types of plants (when he recognized poisonous ivy)

🌟 I wonder if we're seeing the Yonder galaxy and the villains through Wander's eyes and that's why it looks so goofy and simple and colorful, because it reflects how our mc sees it

🌟 Wander represents the best of humanity

🌟 Sylvia represents normal people just trying to get through each day

🌟 Hater represents the bad side of humanity (Hater learning to let go of hate parallels each of us trying to accept love instead of destroying it/running away from it. So, if Wander represents everything good, and he NEVER gives up on Hater, that means that the message of the show is: "No matter how much we try to push hope away, a piece of it will always be inside us/find a way to come back to us" makes me tear up)

🌟 Peepers represents toxic ambition

🌟 Dominator not only represents story-driven "epic" cartoons/modern viewers and what they like to see in cartoons, but the worst of humanity as well

(the main 5 all represent different things, but they're well-written characters at the same time)

🌟 If Hater used to be in love with Dominator, and constatnly tries to kill Wander (even though he needs his friendship to be happier), this might be a commentary about how we as people like to focus on/"fall in love" with the things that trigger the worst in us and try to disregard hope, optimism, kindness and everything good even though we need it

🌟 Wander remembers even more things than I thought: he remembered that he can use a ring similar to the one in "In Prisoner" in "The Battle Royale," reminded Dominator of their past adventures ("The End Of The Galaxy"), remembers to be every galaxy's "Santa" once every 365 Yuletidian cycles ("The Gift") and that Hater is a bad chef ("The It")

🌟 In "The Battle Royale" (and whenever Wan's happy/proud of Hater or interested in helping him), the way Wander is talking about Hater & Dominator getting together felt to me like he was also experiencing Hater's potential happiness with her. That would explain Wander's devastation when he thought his plan didn't work. Just look at his face

When Hater asks him to help him ask Dominator out, Wander cries tears of joy, and when he gets rejected, he sings to him and looks/sounds SO GENTLE, like he's singing to himself. I've also gotta mention: Wander created an entire battlefield where people could kill each other just to set Hater & Dominator up. Mc Guffin literally got fried in the same episode BECAUSE OF WANDER. He was ready to risk the lives of those around him to help Hater (and by extension, himself). In "The Fugitives," he and Sylvia could have been captured and killed, but Wander prioritized helping everybody else over himself AND his best friend (just one of his many group > individual moments)

Wander doesn't bother with trying to reform people like the troll, Ryder and Screwball, but he always wants to befriend/comfort/help Hater because he's trying to heal the part of himself that Hater represents; the angry and lonely part i don't think Wander is aware of this tho By helping Hater, Wander also makes himself happy, and if he could finally reform him someday, this part of Wander could potentially heal as well, even if just a little bit (just like how reforming Dominator would have confirmed to Wan that he's the best at helping and being the 'nice hero'. Successfully reforming villains gives him a sense of worth as much as helping out with the little things does)

🌟 I love how hard Wander laughs in "The Party Poopers." I wonder if he's ever cried that hard at some point, too

🌟 Wander REALLY REALLY never liked Dominator AT ALL.

He thought she didn't deserve friendship and never tried to befriend her again after "The Greater Hater," until the final episode,

cheered along with the rest of the gang when they all thought Dom got frozen and didn't even try to save her. Btw, he DID know it meant getting frozen to DEATH, bc Sylvia said this line:

and didn't feel sad at all when the Dombot got destroyed in "The Hot Shot" and in "The End Of The Galaxy" he was just curiously looking around while the bots were melting keep in mind, these episodes come AFTER Wander befriended Beep Boop; he already learned Dombots could become nice

The only reason Wander befriended Beep Boop was because he noticed he was hurt and felt bad. Otherwise he would have ignored him like he ignored every other Dombot (he even says one would kill him and Syl in "The Matchmaker")

🌟 Speaking of Beep Boop, there's no way Wander didn't notice the number 13 on him when he's so attentive to the tiniest of details unless he was too focused on having fun w/ him This means that Wander must have known Beep Boop died at the end of "The Bot." I heard some say how he didn't know Bot 13 was Beep Boop since he didn't react when Dom revealed she blew him up in "The End Of The Galaxy." But imo, I think what happened was that Wander figured out what that "shooting star" actually was (whether or not he had noticed the number 13), said his goodbye and moved on from BB's death (while keeping the memories)

You can even see this sort of bittersweet acceptence in Wander's expression

🌟 Wander actually does show signs of toxic positivity

"Experiencing guilt for being sad or angry" - the moment when he got mad, threw fruit at Dominator, then immeditely apologized comes to mind

"Dismissing others' difficult feelings" - it's less about being dismissive and more about... not bothering to dig deep? I mean, Wander is attentive to others' needs, helps with the practical, small things, offers advice, annoys villains to (maybe) reform them, and overall spreads positive vibes throughout galaxies. BUT in "The Waste of Time" for example, Sylvia is clearly upset about being reminded of her past as a bounty hunter. Wander asks her what's wrong, rubs her back, quickly hugs her, and that's the end of that conversation

"Hiding painful emotions" - talked at length about this, plus this particular comment from Dave

"Reciting positive quotes about hard situations" - whenever he gives pep talks/remembers positive sayings AND ESPECIALLY the whole "The Liar" episode

"Ignoring your problems" - also talked at length about this

🌟 THIS adds on to what I already think: Wander was once a hero who protected everyone, which is why he isn't 100% against violence (there's the moment mentioned in "The Fugitives," but he also imitates Sylvia in "The Big Job" after she literally punched the scientist guy unconscious). He's completely fine with being on a battlefield, knows how to use guns (I don't think Wander's current, 'nice guy' self would ever think about learning how to use them, not even to manipulate his surroundings), fly spaceships ("The Prisoner," "The Rider") and a floating motorcycle Brad rode one too and he's also assocated with (fake) heroes ("The Bad Guy" wander didn't even care that he set off explosives. the people behind him could have been hurt or worse but he was riding like a badass anyway, the guy was REALLY into the "bad guy" role). He must have learned everything mentioned here during his 'self-righteous hero' days

🌟 In S3, Wander's worldview would have been tested, presumably by the space cops (Star Force Enforcement Force) because they stand for moral righteousness and justice above understanding and empathy. That's the opposite of what Wander (currently) stands for, but since it's implied that he was a typical hero who used to stop bad guys, he must have believed in the same things back then wan prob allowed villains to be imprisoned/turned them in after he'd save the day. The encounter with the SFEF would have triggered Wander, reminded him of who he once was, and finally forced him to confront his past

#woy #wander over yonder #woy wander #woy sylvia #woy hater #woy peepers #woy dominator #wander #sylvia #lord hater #commander peepers #lord dominator #thoughts #character analysis #long post #save woy #this show is deep

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messenger-of-babel · 10 months ago

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Green With Infatuation

Summary: Kyle hopes with all his heart that you like him back after rumors begin floating around. (Kyle Rayner x reader)

Word Count: 1.5K

Notes: Kyle just being a love sap (I know he's a more fleshed out character than that but sometimes I want to curse his romance).

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Kyle Rayner was many things.

He was a green lantern, a defender of Earth. He had carried the white lantern mantle for a while as well, until he tried to resurrect the Blue Lantern Corp. He was a friend to many, and when he felt like it, a pain in Hal Jordan's side (even though the other man took it in good mirth). However, nothing was a strong as what he knew himself to be at the core: A man head over heels for you.

From the first time he had seen you, he couldn't help but be captivated. The way that you smiled at him made him feel like he held up the sun, your eyes crinkling at the corners. He didn't often come by the Justice League headquarters, mostly just when Hal or John put a request in for extra backup. However, he found himself going back repeatedly when he wasn't needed, pacing through the halls just for a chance of seeing you again.

You were a secretary hired by the Batman himself, keeping things orderly and neat to the eyes of the public. He'd come to get coffee with Hal, looking through the glass wall of the second floor to the reception you manned. He'd watch how day after day you dealt with angry members of the public or crazed fans trying to get past you. Not that they could, everything beyond a certain point was access restricted so they wouldn't be able to do so much as call the elevator. With a sigh and a calm smoothing of your shirt you'd click the call button under your desk, security coming to whisk the person annoying you away.

He also saw you at some of the work functions, little get togethers that Superman held to try and encourage a team environment. You were invited to those too but seemed wildly out of place among all of the superpowered (or in the Bat's case, heavily armed) figures in the room. Since Kyle had been dropping by more and more frequently for months now, they invited him along. Every time they didn't, he asked to come along with Hal.

He yearned to talk to you, yet there was a pit of worry clawing at his gut. He wished he could take off the mask and talk to you normally, like you were both casual civilians bumping into each other on the street. He had debated that exact scenario multiple times, but he didn't want to be a stalker. If you two ever did end up together, he didn't want to have the foundations of the relationship be a lie. That wouldn’t be fair to you.

So, he watched from a distance, studying the way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you held yourself. Catching sight of Diana coming towards him, he nodded his head in polite greeting. The Amazonian returned the gesture, drink in hand as she leans on the wall next to him. "Rayner," she greets quietly, lips quirking into a grin. "I've been seeing you a lot more at these kinds of things. Don't tell me you're actually starting to enjoy them?" she teases. he shrugs his shoulders, smiling back.

"It's not like the corps are gonna throw a Christmas party anytime soon, I'll take what I can get." he chuckles, raising his glass to hers in a toast. She clinks her own cup against his, and they both take a sip in silence. Automatically his eyes seek you out again, picking you out of the crowd as you talk to Superman. Diana's eyes follow his.

"Have you met our secretary yet?" she asks, curious. He shakes his head, throat feeling dry.

"No, I don’t think I have." he replies, trying to control the thudding of his pulse. She clicks her teeth at his answer, humming lightly.

"They're a civilian that helps us out. Batman hired them to try and manage PR, you know, when people think we aren't doing anything. They help keep those tabloids from running rampant, and they do a pretty good job of it." Kyle turns to look at her, eyebrow raised.

"Doesn't that make them a target?" he asks. "If they're a civilian at the front desk of the Justice League, isn't there enemies of you all that would love to get the chance to take a free hit?"

Diana shrugs in response. "There was at the start, and truthfully it was quite scary." she says. "But our enemies realised rather quickly that to be a mistake. There's always someone at the headquarters, and they just better hope that it isn't Batman's shift." She jokes, waving her hand. "Besides, everyone figured out pretty quick that they've got a guard dog watching 24/7. No one's coming to get them knowing that."

He huffs out a laugh, grin gracing his lips into a smile. "Who's that? Don't tell me it’s the Bat, I won't believe you."

Diana laughs, shaking her head. "No, it's not Batman." she says, eyes sparkling as she smiles. "I thought you would have known."

"Why?"

"Because he's a lantern." she says matter of factly, pushing off the wall as waving as she heads back into the small crowd. His heart thuds in his chest, world slowing down around him momentarily. Did she know about how he felt? rushed around his mind, making his hands twitch nervously. He excuses himself politely, wondering just how often he had to have been caught staring for Diana to put something like that together.

As he heads for the bathroom to wash his face, he fails to notice that you've since stopped your conversation with Superman, instead conversing with the Flash and Hal. If he had paid attention just a touch closer, he would have seen the way you stood a little closer to Hal than usual, and the respectful hand that snaked around your waist to sit on your hip.

Since the night of the party, Kyle found himself inextricably coming back to the Justice League base, day after day. Just for a chance to talk to you, a chance to see you, for your hands to accidentally brush against one another when you go to get water from the cooler. You'd give him a smile and a thank you each time, his heart softening after each one. He couldn’t help the daydream of what it would feel like to have you in his arms, and to wake up with you beside him. What your face would look like as he made your favourite meal after a long day of work or flying you up to the tallest building in the city so he could see the lights reflected in your eyes. Hearing the passing chatter of others did nothing to quell his racing heart either.

The rumours that floated around that you were getting close to a Green Lantern made his heart leap from his chest, hands tingling with excitement and blood rushing to his head. When there was any tearoom chatter that you were dating a Lantern, he brushed it off. He hadn't been that forward, had he?

He tried to push past it, smiling and striking up conversation with you a bit more. His lips longed to ask you questions about what the two of you were. He had just seen it as friends, but did you see it differently? Did you want to be with him even a fraction of the way that he wanted to be with you?

When you mention your respect for the work that the Lantern's did, giving him a genuine thanks, he swore that the sun came out in a halo behind you. Of course he played it off as well as he always did, lovesick smile pulling his lips back and dark hair flopping over his eyes as he laughs and tells you not to worry about it. Every compliment you give him, every time you talk about how much you liked a certain lantern in particular made his chest pound. His throat felt tight, brain racing at the way that you brought it up so casually.

Was this your way of signalling your interest in him? Was he being too dense?

Hope fluttered weakling in his chest each time, making him giddy. When he saw you with Hal, he waved politely at the two of you, carrying on his business. He so desperately wanted to say that if you wanted to get to know him better, that you could just ask him, not Hal. He didn't bite and he didn't have any intention of being rude to you. He chalked it up to you just being scared, a nervousness that he could relate to all too well.

That's why when he sees the two of you leaving one evening, he can only sigh dreamily from the sidelines. So in love and heart fluttering with hope he can barely register the arm Hal has thrown around your neck, or the fact that it's his jacket covering your shoulders. He doesn't take note of the way you kiss Hal's cheek rounding the corner, or the way his coworker smirks and leans down to whisper something in your ear.

Kyle Rayner was a man well and truly in enraptured, with eyes that were lovestruck and hopeful.

Even if that hope was a false one.

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hotchsprncess · 4 months ago

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can i please request a luke alvez fic? maybe a little angsty and smutty where they’re like coworkers w/ benefits but they end up catching feelings for each other and they confess during an argument, but they end up having like soft lovey sex yk?

of course totally feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it!! thank you

.ᐟ MDNI .ᐟ

ahhh tysm for being my first request! i absolutely love this idea esp with luke! i hope you enjoy ₊˚⊹ᰔ p.s: i changed up my writing style a bit with this one (writing more in a novel style rather than chunks of paragraph), so i hope it reads well :)

no harm done ⊹ luke alvez

ᝰ summary : having a coworkers/friends with benefits situation seemed like fun at first, until you broke the one rule you made for yourself: don't fall in love with luke alvez.

ᝰ warnings : fem bau!reader, coworkers/fwb situation, friends to lovers, some jealousy, argument, confession, l-bombs, softdom!luke, sub!reader, praise, bit of dirty talk, nipple play, oral m & f receiving, soft + loving p in v 😮‍💨, creampie

arriving back home after a whole week away on a case was a relief, but the team was a bit on edge nonetheless. everyone was tired and wound up from apprehending the unsub, and you, specifically, were agitated by one luke alvez. he seemed to really hit it off with the lead detective in miami, very obviously flirting with her and even getting her number. yes, you were watching. it wasn't fair to feel this irritated over it, you knew this, but you were far too deep at this point to escape the love you held for luke. when you two started your sexual arrangement after ending up in bed together one drunken night, you were both very explicit that it was just sex and nothing more. no feelings, no strings, nothing. but falling in love with luke crept up on you quickly, one day recognizing how your heart raced when he was near you and how you laid awake at night thinking of him; it all just clicked, and now you were lovesick without an escape.

you huffed as you slumped in the chair at your desk, you and luke being tasked with finishing up the case files. of course.

luke quickly broke the silence looming over the two of you, "if you wanna go home i can finish this up". his phone then pings, a slight smile creeping onto his face. the detective. ugh.

"it's fine, i got it" you state flatly, opening up the file atop your desk. luke doesn't respond, the sounds of his phone keyboard clicking filling the empty bullpen. you sigh, flicking through the pages and images from the case, the gruesomeness of it all hardly affecting you anymore.

after 10 minutes luke was still texting, your leg beginning to bounce from annoyance. the beautiful sound of his chuckle makes you snap, the exhaustion in your body wearing your patience thin.

"why don't you go home instead? clearly you don't wanna do anything" your tone brings his attention away from his phone, slightly taken aback.

"shit, sorry. god forbid i answer a text" he grumbles, putting his phone down on the desk.

"or 20..." you mumble, adding your signature to the file before shutting it.

"say that again?" luke bites back, clicking his pen a few times, something he did when he wanted to keep himself at bay.

"you should've just stayed in florida if she was that exciting" you can't help but let your jealousy overtake you, the words leaving your mouth before you had a chance to stop them.

"god..." luke gets up from his chair, "what's your deal? why is that any of your business?"

you gulp, unsure of a witty response as you're challenged by the man you love.

"cat got your tongue?" he taunts, causing you to rise from your chair as well.

"shut up"

"you were so talkative a minute ago... so tell me, what's the problem?"

you shake your head, heart rate picking up at the frustration beginning to flow through you.

"oh, come on, say it" luke's taunting is getting to you and he can tell.

"i'm in love with you, okay? i love you! that's the problem!" you bend down to grab your bag, intending on running out of there faster than an olympian as you realize what you just said. this is going to ruin everything. his silence says enough, shoving your phone in your pocket as you make a b-line for the glass doors.

"wait!" he exclaims, his hand gingerly wrapping around your wrist to pull you back. you curse the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, raising your head to meet his eyes.

"just let me go, luke. i'm already embarrassed enough and-"

"i love you too" he blurts, his hand moving to interlace your fingers. "i love you so much.."

"l-luke" you stutter, "you're not just saying that?"

he shakes his head, "i know we said no feelings, but how could i not fall in love with you?" he smiles as a blush fills your cheeks.

"i'm sorry, for what i said... and the detective. i figured you didn't feel the same, so i thought what's the harm in a distraction?" he speaks softly, bringing you in closer so you were flush against him.

"i'm sorry too, i didn't mean to act that way" you whisper, your hands flowing into his hair. he hums at the feeling, his hands squeezing your hips.

"you know what that does to me" he chuckles softly, his lips grazing yours.

"oh yeah?" you whisper back, tightening your grip just the slightest bit.

"mhmmm, but not here, let me take you back to mine and love on you".

the drive to luke's felt way longer than 25 minutes, the two of you eagerly busting through the door. you pull him down to you, feverishly kissing him. he hums and starts to shuffle you both into his room, feeling lucky that his apartment was small and easy to navigate. he pulls away from the kiss, his hands running up your body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. he removes your shirt and tosses it to the side, smiling down at you as his hands creep to the clasp of your bra, allowing the straps to fall down your shoulders. he tosses your bra in the vicinity of your shirt, turning back to cup your breasts. you let out a noise of satisfaction, arching slightly into his touch.

"you're fucking beautiful" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting his own travel.

his lips kiss down your neck and chest, pausing to adore your nipples. he moves to the right first, flicking his tongue over it and circling it. as the whines escape you he wastes no time sucking it into his mouth, pressing his face into you. he repeats the same to your other nipple, his lips continuing their path down your torso. he chuckles as he reaches the waistband of your pants, observing how you grind ever so slightly into the air, searching for friction.

"are you needy for something, princess?" he teases, undoing your pants and tugging them down as well as your panties.

"you, need more of you" you say breathily, eyes locked on luke as you step out of your pants. he stands up, moving to the bed and lying flat on his back.

"on my face, baby, come here" he beckons you over to which you swiftly oblige, eagerly straddling his face and hovering your pussy over his mouth, a soft blush filling your cheeks.

"don't hold back on me now" luke smiles up at you, pulling you down by the thighs. his tongue instantly slides through your folds, the warmth of it pulling a moan out of you.

"jesus" you gasp, your hands landing on his headboard so you can brace yourself, unsure how long your legs will remain stable for. his tongue continues to collect your wetness, gliding and devouring every inch of you.

his lips wrap around your clit, sucking it into his mouth with expertise. every movement had your legs shaking the slightest bit more, your hands gripping the headboard for dear life.

"luke, oh my god" you whine loudly, your hips involuntarily grinding your pussy against his tongue. he nods against you, humming, as you chase your orgasm.

"fuck, fuck, i'm so close" you gasp, luke's hands squeezing your thighs in encouragement.

"i'm cumming!" you squeal, thighs tightening around his head as you cum on his tongue. your grinding slows to a stop as you finishing riding out your orgasm, catching your breath as you remove yourself from luke's face.

"always taste so sweet" he smiles at you, your heart swelling at how handsome he is.

"i'm glad" you giggle, making your way down the bed and situating yourself between his legs. "i think it's time you get some clothes off too", you say as you push his shirt up his body.

he tosses his shirt onto the floor as you begin to unbuckle his belt, throwing that along with his jeans and boxers to the floor as well. you ogle at his cock for a moment, admiring how hard it was for you. you wrap a hand around his length, letting your spit fall onto his tip. you use your spit to stroke him a few times before leaning in, taking his tip into your mouth. though propped up on his elbows to watch you, luke tosses his head back at the pleasure anyways, his tip always being excessively sensitive. you gradually start to bob your head up and down his cock, taking more of him in your mouth each time.

"that's it, oh shit" he moans, his hands gripping the duvet below you both. you take him in as far as you can, holding there for a second and allowing him to relish in the sensation.

he groans as you continue to pleasure him, the warmth and wetness of your mouth overwhelming him with ecstasy. you pull off to get some air, kissing down his shaft and licking your way back up.

"my god, you're perfect" he breathes, eyes boring into yours. you begin to suck his tip again, tasting his precum on your tongue. you croon around him as a result, swirling your tongue around it.

"fuck... you better stop before i cum in your mouth, princess" he chuckles, welcoming you with a kiss as you come face-to-face with him once more. your hands run down his biceps while you kiss, and he maneuvers you both so he is above you.

he takes one hand to line himself up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. he smirks and pushes in, slowly at first to help you adjust to his size.

"you can move... please" you mewl, tugging him closer with your legs.

"of course" he starts to thrust, finding a pace that isn't necessarily fast but also isn't too slow; a perfect medium where he plunges deep inside of you with each thrust.

"shit, baby.." you whine, your hands roaming his back. he drops his forehead against yours, breath grazing your lips while he lovingly fucks into you.

"i love you so fucking much" he whispers, particularly thrusting hard and deep as he spoke the words you've longed to hear.

"i love you" you whisper back, nails pressing into his smooth skin.

the sound of skin slapping was music to your ears, his hips never faltering as he gave you both pleasure. the feeling of luke inside of you never got old, the way he took up space in your pussy and made you his.

"you're mine... mine" he starts to pick up his pace, hips slamming into you repeatedly.

"yours" you scratch down his back, knowing he is getting closer and closer to the edge. "please, give it to me, fill me please" you ask for his release, his eyes fluttering shut at your words.

he thrusts a few more times before fulling pressing into you, his cock twitching as he fills you up, just as you asked. his chest heaves as he collects himself, pressing a kiss to your forehead. he remains above you, admiring how you look underneath him.

"will- will you be my girlfriend?" luke asks, his large hand cupping your cheek with care.

"silly question, alvez, of course" you lean into his touch, eagerly kissing him again as he connects your lips.

kissing your boyfriend. luke alvez was your boyfriend.

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