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#and then go OH MY BAD DUDE and that’s the end of that topic. Now it’s in your fridge
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OMG yes, please elaborate on Paradigm and with whatever you want! It is fascinating
Ok sorry I'm so late with this, working adult and yada yada.
I'll trade you agencies anon because Paradigm kind of boring and honestly from everything I'm reading they seem like a solid talent agency who will do right by Taylor, instead let's talk about WME who Taylor was with for less than a year right before he was casts in RWRB.
So.....
Oh my god was no one going to tell me that Taylor was signed to WME & Anonymous Content for a hot minute, I had to find out through a random message in discord of all places?
Naturally as I learned this right before going to bed and as I am who I am I decided to look up WME because here's the thing as far as I've always known WME is one of the biggest most prestigious talent agencies in Hollywood and I basically decided to sleuth the acting, screenwriting and FilmIndrustryLA subreddits as why Taylor would've parted ways with them and let me tell ya WME is a whole ass mess.
If you decide to read no further than this, then at least take this piece of wisdom; Taylor was much better off not staying with WME and we (and his career) should all be grateful that he got out as soon as he did.
So anyway as a little bit of background...
Taylor's announcement of joining WME was on February 9th 2021 and his RWRB announcement June 1st 2022 and in that article it's stated he's under Hyperion Talent Agency, now I've link the article about them but if you don't want to read the basics of it it's that a start up agency (2017) so what it's considerate a "boutique agency" yeah I learned this term last night and so should you, basically it's a small talent agency that can focus more in the small amount of clients as opposed to a big agency that might forget about you to focus in their more prominent clients. The acting subreddit seems to agree that boutique agencies are the way to go if you are barely starting to gain traction as an actor.
(as a side note the deadline article announcing Paradigm also makes sure to say that Taylor will be continue to be represented by Principal Entertainment LA another small agency, so at some point Taylor left Hyperion went to Principal Entertainment LA and Paradigm is alright with him staying with a small agency on the side, so at this point I'm wondering what that's all about-here ends the side note.)
Now WME which stands for William Morris Endeavor, technically speaking WME no longer exists after like a gazillion mergers and it's now Endeavor Group Holdings, Inc. but that's understandably less catchy so WME it is and also the reason why people are keeping the name is because the base company (William Morris Agency) literally started Hollywood they have been around since 1898, this is all to say that WME is the GOAT of talent agencies.
Except......
Not anymore, after a gazillion mergers, going public and being sued by the WGA (Writers Guild of America)for "movie packaging"-aka the practice of "selling" actors, writers, producers and directors in a "package" for the studios and getting a shit ton of money by doing so. WME has lost a lot of steam in the last couple of years. The practice won't be completely disallowed but the portion of money the WME came make from it drastically reduces.
Honestly from my research WME's downfall started as far as 2013/14 when the original William Morris Agency merged with Endeavor and massively lost a high amount of clients because one of the top agents at Endeavor decided the merger was shit and moved to UTA a rival talent agency, this man  Brian Swardstrom is now timothee chalamet's agent if that tells you how good this dude is as an agent, he also took half of Hollywood with him when he left WME. This man was ruthless.
In 2017 Terry Crews revealed he was groped by a a top executive at WME and sued after no action was taken. I'm leaving this very vague as it's a sensitive topic.
In 2019 the company goes public, this is good but also bad because going public means selling stocks and getting money but bad because now the company has to be transparent with its finances; following this influx of money the company buys more companies for its umbrella because why not?????
Also Elon Musk of X fame, sat on the board of directors from March 2021 to March 2022, this is funny because why him???But also this is the time frame for Taylor being there so that's funny too I guess??
WME is bleeding people and talent they had for decades.
The most prominent one that's relevant right now is Dakota Johnson who it seems blamed the agency for the Madame Web fiasco after the trailer dropped back in November and left for CAA.
From my sleuthing last night, it seems like internally WME has been a hot mess for years and their only saving grace it's the long history they have in Hollywood.
Look this a really long way of saying that Taylor probably signed in good faith because an agency of that caliber offered him roles and then they either didn't deliver or the roles they offered him weren't worth his time, I'm glad he saw the writing on the wall and saw that the grass isn't always greener with this big agencies and seems to be going more towards the "boutique" or something in the middle (big on the connections but with enough individual attention to clients) aka Paradigm.
From all I'm reading on the acting subreddit, many prominent careers have been killed because WME prioritized their bigger clients, so I'm glad we're here with Paradigm and not stuck in the WME hellhole.
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made a ninjago oc but all it wants to do is party
its name is WULFTRAX (all caps) and it’s playing this with zane extra info belooowww
pronouns: IT'S PRONOUNCED WOLF TRACKS LITTLE MAN (it/he/they) species: WULFTRAX. digital? like, it HAS skin, and a skeleton, presumably, just… not a human head. likes: game, rave dislikes: no rave wants: to party character motivation: biggest loudest party backstory: we think it came from prime empire, but that’s all we got. maybe an unused rhythm game dj…? strengths: WULFTRAX does everything at 100%, and it doesn’t tend to stick around after a fight. it isn't fighting to win, it's fighting to go hogwild. on its back are one to six doc ock-like arms made of wire and interwoven with the stuff in season 9 that triggered everyone’s elemental powers. weaknesses: can only attack on the beat, will only fight if there’s music. it’s actually not that strong, its robot arms and machinery do all the fighting. it prefers to fight/party using someone else — elementals party pretty hard, all their colors and glowing and exploding is its favorite. alignment: very chaotic neutral. it does things on impulse and regardless of morals. he doesn’t seem to want to hurt anyone, just wants to party, and if hurting someone is how you gotta party, shrug! you can sway him pretty easily with the promise of a better rave. it’s not that clever, there is no scheming with this thing, but it does somehow get a lot of machinery and builds massive batteries and speakers and light shows
speech conventions: IT TALKS LIKE A FRAT BOY MET A CHRONICALLY ONLINE GAMER. NOT THE MOST COMPLICATED SENTENCES LMAO.
it also yells like everything it says due to the speakers in its mouth. its favorite people to mess with are kai, jay and lloyd. they have the shiniest explodiest powers, and are more split-second competitive.
#WULFTRAX#my art#‘I have made an oc to help/be friends with the ninja’ I have made an oc to fight them. I have made an oc to pummel them#people have done this before HAHDIDBDHDH except WULFTRAX is 1) a horrible fighter and 2) stupid#ninjago#ninjago oc#honestly it’s definitely someone you could/should use as a henchman. He won’t even realize. He will also destroy your lair#and then go OH MY BAD DUDE and that’s the end of that topic. Now it’s in your fridge#the second two images — it wanted to play DDR with jay and then went BRO YOU WANNA HELP WITH THIS SET so now Zane tricked it into -#bargaining to let jay out of the battery and it immediately agreed and then said WE’RE PLAYING OSU and didn’t leave room for argument so#now zane is playing a rhythm game he’s never played to let jay AND KAI out of the batteries and stop the rest of them from dying in#human osu! which was going to be its dance floor (it forgot people die when they’re hit by lightning)#And ALSO now they should probably stop it from holding the most dangerous rave#if the stuff they have is enough to send an elemental into superpowered overdrive it’s probably not healthy for a regular dude#as a meta note.#it’s obsessed w thrillseeking and adrenaline because he’s been alone for so so long that any new sensations are obsession-worthy#obsessed with feeling things and being real. doesn’t know how to regulate its obsession with something bc it has no sense of moderation#its primary purpose is to make big noise big party like programmed into it is its DJ sets. So now it makes the biggest loudest brightest#sets not understanding that this much noise/power can hurt someone or itself bc hurt is in fact an interesting sensation to it#it doesn’t KNOW this or underSTAND it. And it wouldn’t listen if told. BUT! that’s its pathology#IT HAS NO CONCEPT OF DEATH THERE IS NO THIS IS TOO DANGEROUS. THERE IS ONLY DA PORTY#it and porty mk would be besties#rule of cool with this thing. its cars are big its sets are big its music is loud and it’s got a giant flamethrower and a piano to drop#It broke from its programming but that doesn’t mean it broke from its programming yfeel#hrmmm.... yes........ self indulgent shiny loud digital dogmanthing#ill tag three of em theyre getting situations#kai smith#zane julien#jay walker
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angsthology · 3 months
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“and this is...?” — or an alt title: secret santa time (and maybe santa’s secret too?)
it’s that time of the year!
a/n hehe this was fun to write and i had more fun looking for gifts for her
THE KANGAROO VS. THE WORLD
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“who is it?” the interviewer asked, trying to read the expression on the driver’s face as she reads the small piece of paper.
she nods with satisfaction, turning the paper around to face the camera. on it read: oscar piastri.
“i’m actually alright with this.”
“yeah?”
“yeah, i feel like i could do this. i’m happy with this.”
“would you consider yourself and oscar close?”
the driver made a face in thought before she spoke, “uh—not really. i mean, if i’m being honest, i haven’t really been that great of a person this entire year—like, i’m just going to say this, cause, y’know, it’s not really a secret, everyone’s noticed it: i’ve been pretty distant from everyone so really, i haven’t exactly took the time to get to know this year’s rookies, especially oscar.” she paused, mulling over everything she just said, “why did i feel like i just ended up oversharing?”
she chuckled awkwardly before (still very much awkwardly) leaving—she bowed her head slightly, for some reason.
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“okay, i was definitely way ahead of myself.”
the younger girl looks up from her textbook to see her friend flopping down on the single couch on her front left, huffing then turn towards her.
“help me.” she said, then noticing the large textbook in her hand, giving her a judgy look, “what the hell are you doing? it’s winter break.”
daisy-mae rolled her eyes, “for you, yeah, me; i still gotta suffer for a couple more weeks.” then remembering something, “actually—no, you’re in this too!”
she shrugged meekly, eyes turning downward avoiding her friend’s slowly death-turning glare.
“no!” the brown-haired girl whined in disbelief.
“yeah—”
“dude!”
“sorry, chee.”
“you graduated early?!”
“i’m sorry, okay! they offered me and by proper calculations it was the better option! i was dying enough already this year i needed to at least let go of one weight!”
daisy-mae scoffed, “is there anything you can’t do?”
from across the room came a snort, “math.”
the racer pointed at her standing friend in agreement.
“whatever.” she huffed, going back into her book. “—congratulations. can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”
“i didn’t see the big deal.”
oh now she really brought her out.
at that, daisy-mae abandons her textbook and faced her friend, “are you kidding me?! you graduated university all-the-while being a very busy athlete? it’s more than important! we could’ve celebrated!”
roo couldn’t help but smile at her best friend. she truly didn’t deserve her.
nika, unbothered to the previous conversation, walked over with an open tub of ben and jerry’s and flopped down next to where daisy-mae sat on the large couch.
“we’re getting off topic here—”
“dude! that’s my last one!”
ignoring the flat-owner’s complaint, she continued after a spoonful of the ice cream, “—so, piastri?”
at that, roo covered her face and groaned loudly.
“so dramatic.” commented nika, grabbing another spoon, “he is australian, correct?” by now the racer had moved seats and snuggled herself next to the last spot on nika’s right on the couch—the three of them now smushed together on the same couch.
“yeah, so?” she replied, taking the spoon off of her friend’s hand and grabbing one bite of her own.
“get him a big jar of vegemite or something,” she says as she swallows her ice cream and snatching the spoon back from roo.
the latter blinked, the girl on the other side of the couch stopped in her tracks too, both of them then slowly turning their head to look at the girl in the middle happily scooping another spoonful.
roo then moved her eyes to look at daisy-mae instead, “is it bad that i’m considering that as an option?”
“a little.”
then, out of the blue, the racer’s eyes widened in revelation and without saving another word she bolted off the couch into the corridor into all the rooms. leaving nika and daisy-mae to stare at each other in confusion.
minutes later, she came back holding a basket of her (daisy-mae’s) crochet supplies.
the two girls paid her no mind as they all went back to their own things.
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“tada!”
nika, unable to hold it in, accidentally let a squeak escape her.
roo’s shoulders slumped at that, her expression falling to an unamused one. “you’re the worst.”
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! it’s cute! seriously,” then she burst out a little (big) laugh, “like a toddler had made that.”
“alright,” still very much unamused, she dropped the attempted kangaroo crochet in her hand to her side then moving to walk away.
atticus, ever the great friend he is, walked over to her front and grabbed both her shoulders affectionately, “it’s okay, it really is cute. it’s the thought that counts.”
“sunny, i assure you, no one wants my thought.” she countered, walking away towards the couch. “may as well order that vegemite now.” she grumbled, sitting next to the cat and dog happily snuggling on her couch. petting the cat, she complained once more, “i don’t get it, i can literally crochet anything else but a kangaroo? i’m the kangaroo.”
confused, nika furrowed her eyebrows—now sitting comfortably on the couch next to her friend, “the hell does that gotta do with anything?”
“it means that, if i’m the kangaroo and i can’t crochet a kangaroo what does that mean for myself—like, do i even know myself?”
the other three in the room blinked, looking at each other as if the other would have an answer.
alas, nika was the first to comment, giving the racer a judgy—and confused still—look, “you just gave me an aneurysm. look; it means nothing, okay? just because you have a psychology degree now does not mean you gotta overanalyze everything, seriously.”
taken aback, she looks at her friend, “have i really been doing that?”
“yes. now just wrap the damn gift.”
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“wow.” the australian opened the paper bag and grabbed the first thing he saw. holding it up with his hands, he inspects it closely, “this is…” he trailed off, still looking at the item in his hands, “—what is this?” he chuckled awkwardly asking the person behind the camera.
they couldn’t help but laugh too, though much more genuine, less confused, “i think it’s a kangaroo.”
he paused. inspect it once more before looking back at the camera, “—you think?”
in response, they just shrugged.
oscar, still in doubt, stares at the deformed plush of sorts for another good minutes before moving on.
his face unchanged in its usual flat state, though his eyes gave away the slight shift in his mood when he pulled out the large yellow jar of vegemite out of the paper bag.
showing the logo to the camera, he says while dead-staring into the camera (again), “very nice. thank you to—whoever.”
“can you guess who it’s from?”
still inspecting it—though now trying to figure out who it’s from rather than trying to figure out what it is, he looks back into the camera and tried to guess her name first.
and to his surprise (but also not really), “it is!”
“ohh, alright. i mean, i always thought she was someone who crochets but i never thought…” he wanted to finish his thought, he did, until he remembered that his actions has consequences and he isn’t exactly fond of facing the consequences.
“there’s a note,” the person informs.
oscar then looked into the paper bag once more, finding the said note. when he pulled it out, the small card had two cartoon dogs with reindeer ears on and a cat with a santa hat in the middle, below it says ‘meowry christmas!’ he chuckled at the cover then continue to open it.
“merry christmas, oscar! (or is it ‘aurscar’?),” he read then looking towards the camera, “that’s a first,” then he goes back to reading the card, “i promise i’m not this bad. i am actually very good at crocheting other things but i hope you like your gifts! love, me!” he finished reading and put the card down on the table in front of him, grabbing hold of the two gifts back up, he smiles, “thank you, for the gifts. i appreciate them especially the vegemite, i think. from one kangaroo to another.”
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“are you excited?”
“very.” she says with a smile, hands ripping open the wrapping heartlessly.
she had already tried to guess what was inside, feeling a soft plush-like feeling underneath the crispy deer-patterned wrapping paper.
“how thoughtful of you,” her publicist comments sarcastically at her unwrapping skills.
ignoring her tone, she continues to break apart the paper, “why thank you, did you know how hard it was making oscar’s gift?” she paused her abuse on the wrapping paper to look at the camera—seriously? jokingly? no one knew.
finally, she was met with the gift(s) in hand. the first thing she saw being the large kitten plush inside of a wicker basket and she instantly recognize it.
“it’s the rock-a-bye kitten jellycat!” she exclaimed with the biggest smile on her face, showing off to the camera her large kitten in wicker basket. when she picked it up, she could feel the heaviness the basket carried—heavier than what a plush would weigh. her first instinct was to take the cat out of the basket and when she did, she couldn’t hold in the laughter that made its way to her lips. her smile was wide enough already before, the sight she was met with somehow made her smile bigger. she pulled it out and faced it to the camera, “guess we know who this is from,” she smiled goofily holding up the calendar with the white man’s ass on it.
still laughing, she puts the calendar down white a head shake, “thank you, valtteri! now i don’t need to find one for next year.”
when she thought she was done, the woman behind the camera informs, “there’s another one.”
“huh?” she looks at her confusedly before shuffling around the torn up pieces of paper on her lap. when she saw what was left in it was, her jaw dropped.
pulling them out, she puts at the camera, “new drumsticks!” she inspects the two pieces on her hand with a small smile, “ah! and it has my nickname on them too!” still pouting in disbelief she smiles at the camera, “this is so good. thank you, again, val, such great gifts.” then she remembered, “oh, right! the card! hold on,”
she shuffled for the card once more and open it happily, “‘dear, kid, merry christmas, i hope you have a great one, here’s some things i know you’d like and a little something for next year. always a pleasure working with you.’” she smiles looking as if she was holding back a cry and hugged the card to her chest.
she waves with a smile at the camera, “kiitos valtteri! hyvää joulua!”
(“thank you, valtteri! merry christmas to you!”)
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bonus, 2022:
“so, who did you get?”
she smiles, “lando!”
“any idea what you’re going to give him?”
she pauses with a hum in thought, then a smile cracked in her lips. looking into the camera mischievously, “his first win, maybe.”
(she did not, in fact, got him that. she crocheted him a frog hat and one of those singing fish wall decoration.)
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te1enovia merry christmas from ur resident racer girl, scholar girl, and jobless girl <3
(and my favorite boy 🤏)
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hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭
ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️
IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!
This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!
They/them, sfw, Request open
Slashers trying to be decent dad figures
Jason Voorhees
First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???
So basically he didnt expect a child here
When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying
His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no
Dude gets more spooked than a child
After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around
Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him
Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy
100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)
Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans
He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them
Micheal Myers
Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids
He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them
But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way
He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?
But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back
Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n
He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet
Huge fan of stickers btw
After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)
Billy and Stu
Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"
*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*
"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"
They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached
Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad
"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"
Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno
Sinclair brothers
"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"
Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊
Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!
Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun
Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw
None of them know how to cook full meal
Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo
Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)
Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby
Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this
Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat
Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working
All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it
Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)
Tickle fights with Vince
Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win
All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight
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Well then, lemme just-
You know how some teens try to act all tough and serious so they can look cool and "mature for their age" but in reality are a complete sweetheart (and maybe a scared cat/crybaby too lol) and all of the adults there know this bc they knew/know them since their parents had them? Yeah<3
Reader: Nothing scares me😎, I'm awesome just like that-
Kevin: Oh! Hey Y/N, how are y-
Reader: *high-pitched scream*
When Reader discovered what Bob had done it probably hit them HARD. They thought he was the COOLEST dude on the neighborhood who always gave them free food after hard days at school and would let them hang out at his work when their parents were away, now you are telling them that police discovered that he was a killer?? That gotta be a very hurtful event, especially if you are a kid.
So they kind of created this fake version of themselves to make it seem that they were over it and that it actually didn't affect them, they became this "too cool for school😎" teen who didn't have any feeling besides "chill" and "stoic". Which ends up making some of the people they grew around worried, they know why they became like this but nobody has the guts to confront them about it, knowing how the topic hurts them
Lila: So...do you want to talk about Bob-
Reader: Why would I? I don't care about what happened 😎
Lila: Well then...take your glasses off please?
Reader: 🤏😎....🥺
Bob(after escaping prison) probably wouldn't recognize them at first, only when they start to cry and beg for him not to kill them is when he notices that the teen in front of him is that kid who would always hang around when he was working. At that moment he kinda freezes, he can't believe it! They look so different! He tries to calm them down, telling them that it's only him, Bob! You remember him... right?
They just look so small and sad, there is this voice in the back of his head telling him to hug them and never let go, to comfort them like a parent comforts their child after a bad dream...and that's exactly what he would have done...if they hadn't ran away.
(idk man, just want Bob to be a platonic yandere to this teen who tries to act all tough but is absolutely terrified of him lol.)
(SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LOL)
(I love when anons or anyone explains and expresses their creativity and I'll make this into head canons with a tad of shitpost)
bob would have books on how to raise a teenager and other stuff. He does go out of his way to get you good animal meat sense you don't really have a wanting for it, which is fine but will the police on his ass and all
Bob does make dad jokes with a mix of cannibal humor in. Plus seeing you try to be cool but in reality a scared little kid makes him feel like a dad trying to raise a toddler who is afraid of their own shadow....he is convinced you are afraid of your own shadow, bob tries to make his house kinda child proof after hearing about how kids (which he kinda feels like you are) get hurt or almost get poisoned by things in the house or around the house so he trys everything to keep you from hurting yourself
He wears glasses....no one can change my mind, and bob does let you make friends. Well after he has you calm down after the fact he is a mass cannibal serial killer in a fucking devil costume, he is not above carrying you plus he wont spoil you a lot just at the beginning so you can at least calm down to know your not going to die....one time you went to go get a drink form the fridge at night and didn't know which fridge bob kept the drink (cause I headcanon he puts his drink and the dead bodies in two separate fridges cause he doesn't want you to get sick or just because your not use to the smell of dead corpses of victims old and new) and you open the wrong fridge and a fresh dead body falls out onto the floor your just use to it and shove the body back into the fridge and forget your drink.
Bob isn't bothered by you being gay or trans, pansexual ect. But he will need to see who your dating cause he wants the best for you....he makes "hi gay I'm dad" joke when you came out because you're his 'kid' and he will try to poke fun at any time he gets the chance, if you want to date two people that's okay but I feel like bob knows we're everyone lives in the town so he will get on his devil costume and go outside to check if your boyfriend/girlfriend is cheating on you and if they are....then oh boy he busting in and kill them.
You guys know when your trying to show your parents something on your phone and they do that looking far away from the screen to see it?....yeah bob has to grab his glasses and does that plus when he's cooking meat he knows how to season and make good ass hamburgers
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sprainedwriting · 10 months
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come see inside my heart (1)
spencer reid x fem! reader
Summary: You’re rehabilitated! You swear on it! So, when a serial killer turns up, with the same killing method as you, it threatens everything you have worked not-so hard for.
tw/cw: CANON TYPICAL VOILENCE AND THEMES! This chapter is mild but! Further chapters will deal with mature topics, read at your own risk! I am not responsible for you guys. I take no critism btw
Read on AO3 for better formatting + tagging. Enjoy.
This isn’t Spencer´s scene. He knew it, his team knew it, and so did the woman and men who approached him. A successful caught criminal means a night out at a bar, or club in this scenario. Usually he could handle it, the people, the sounds, the overstimulation of his senses.
Sadly, today was a bad day, where everything was just a bit too much. So he excused himself to the restrooms, but he just ended up going through the back door, into an alley. It was dirty, with trash everywhere, but it was better then being inside right now. Spencer planned to be alone, for like 10 minutes to recharge and try again.
But, well, he wasn’t alone. A girl was crouching on the floor. Her arms over her knees, hiding away her face.
“I’m sorry… are you in need of assistance? Are you hurt?” Spencer carefully asked.
The girl lifted her head up, looking right at him with cold eyes. He wishes she was just looking at him, it felt like he was being looked right into. She was unraveling him, simply with her eyes. His soul was laid bare before her.
“…No, sorry if I scared you. I’m just trying to recharge my social battery.” Her hands rubbed over her forehead. She still made no move to get up.
Spencer carefully nodded, a small voice told him if he said the wrong thing, or made the wrong move that she would leave. He doesn’t want her to leave.
“I can relate to that, that’s why I also came out here.” Spencer said, he then tried to casually lean against the wall behind him. Once he came in contact with the wall, he felt it crumble under him. He quickly pulled away and wiped away the dirt from his cardigan.
And even though Spencer hates dirt, and he knows he will have to bleach his clothes and himself once he get’s home, he thinks it’s worth it. Simply because you giggled at him. He looked at you, still on the ground, but your lips were pulled into a grin. He couldn’t help but smile at you back.
“I thought you looked like a smart guy, guess I was wrong.” Your tone was teasing, and the playful insult causes him to blush in embarrassment.
“Yeah, well…Uhmm…Yeah..” And usually Spencer was quick with his words, his brain constantly on overdrive. And he could easily come up with some witty respond. His problem right now? The intense eye contact you guys held. Spencers only salvation was looking away. He took a deep breath and finally spoke,
“Well, actually I have three Phds and an IQ of 187. You tell me if that makes me an smart guy.”
“Three? Dude, how old are you?” You looked at him with big eyes.
“24.” At his answer you looked even more shocked, “Do I look that old?” He tried to tease you.
“No! No, its just I am 26 and I am not even close to three Phds, or an IQ of 187. I’m kind of envying you right now.” You slowly stood up, shaking out your legs.
“I also have eidetic memory.” You looked at him with confusion, “It’s, uh, commonly known as an photographic memory.”
“Now you’re just bragging. But being able to remember everything? That’s something I don’t envy. I love my mind for being able to repress things.”
“It’s true, it’s not always…easy. It’s very practical though in my line of work.” Spencer shifted from one leg to the other. Speaking to people wasn’t his forte, especially ones in his age rage who he was attracted to.
“Oh? What’s your occupation?” You tilted your head slightly to the side, looking him up and down.
“I work for the FBI, in the, uh, Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Spencer cleared his throat, trying to shake off his nervousness. He can talk to serial killers, but one pretty girl leaves him speechless.
“Wow! A doctor and agent? You are really an high achiever.” Spencer laughed slightly at your words, “Yeah, my name is Spencer Reid, by the way.”
You told him your name and stretched out your hands towards him. “Uhm, actually, did you know its safer to kiss then to shake hands? Yeah! It’s because of the-“
“Well, let’s kiss then.” You giggled at his stuttering, and the blush coating his cheeks and ears, “I’m just kidding! Unless..” Tip toeing towards him, you leaned your shoulder against the wall, looking right at Spencers side profile. He turned his head towards you, not wanting to miss a secound of looking at you.
His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands were starting to sweat.
“Can I have your number?” Spencer helplessly blurred out. Hopefully you were as interested in him as he was in you.
“Ah, I don’t think you will actually like me..” You trailed off, but still smiled at him.
“Why? You can’t know that.”
“Hmm, I do know, sadly. I’m not really…a good person, you know? I’m probably on some kind of watchlist.” You looked away from him, your finger was playing around with your lips.
“No way! I don’t believe you.” Spencer tried to convince you otherwise. In his head, he knew that this was a warn sign from you. Either you suffered from low self esteem, were not interested in him and tried to shake him off, or you were telling the truth. Please, be a liar. “What terrible thing did you commit?”
You hummed, your face losing its smile and you spoke in a whisper, “I’m a serial killer.”
Spencer’s blood ran cold at your words, he couldn’t tell if you were joking or not. But his question was quickly answered, because you started laughing, “You should have seen your face! For legal reasons I was joking, obviously.” You bumped your shoulder against his and made your way back to the door. “Bye bye, doctor Reid, you might get my number the next time we meet.” And with that you disappeared inside.
His saving grace was Morgan calling him, asking if he fell down the toilet or something. Spencer hurried back inside, the whole night he didn’t see your face again.
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You always meet someone twice. Spencer could curse whoever came up with that phrase, but well. He also cursed himself. Wishing to meet the pretty stranger from last week shouldn’t be too much to ask for. But, with his bad luck, it is apparently.
Spencer got what he asked for, he met you again. Sadly, under bad circumstances. While he daydreamed about sitting across from you at a dinner, he didn’t really expect to see you sitting in the interrogation room at the DC police station. While he could see you through the glass, you weren’t able to see him.
Hotch and Gideon stood beside Spencer, looking into the room, studying you, “She won’t crack, she didn’t when she was 16 and she sure won’t now at 26.” Gideon said into the silent room, Hotch nodded his head.
“We still have to try, we have no other choice.” Hotch replied in his usual even tone.
Gideon looked at the file in his hand, he then made his way inside to you. He sat himself across from you and sighed, “Weren’t you supposed to keep out of trouble?”
“…I do.” Your voice was stable, your hand was playing around with your handcuff.
“Yeah? Well, it doesn’t look like that to me.” With that Gideon opened the file and put the pictures of the crime scenes on the table. Only catching a glimpse of the content of the pictures, you turn your head away to the wall. Spencer was able to catch you grimacing.
“Yikes, want me to pass out?”
“There is no blood in those pictures. Take a look at them.”
Slowly, you turned your head back towards Gideon, avoiding looking at the table. With a deep sigh you looked at the pictures, Your brows were furrowed, studying the pictures, or more like trying to, because after a few seconds you started gagging and quickly turned them around, so you didn’t have to see them again.
“What the hell does this have to do with me?”
The pictures weren’t even gruesome, for the standard of the FBI. It were simple corpses, no guts, blood, or even visible bruises.
“Where were you last Tuesday, from 8PM to 11PM?”
“…I was at home?”
“You have any witnesses?”
“Yeah, actually. We have cameras all around and inside the house. My car and phone are also both being constantly tracked. Don’t worry, Jason, I can’t make a step without everyone knowing.” And with that you leaned against your chair, your arms crossed across your chest. You were shutting down.
Gideon noticed this and got up, knowing this was as much as he could get. He joined the other men on the other side of the glass.
The team was depriving with the police department, on what next steps they should take.
“The Heart, known for his obsession with blood. It is actually an unsolved case in the FBI, the Heart was active from 2010 to 2013 and seemingly stopped his killing abruptly. The profile which was established back then was of a white male, in his 20’s to early 30’s, someone who was charismatic and worked in the medical field. What’s really interesting about this case is the time frame, or more like the time in which the kills committed. Usually, serial killers evolve, the time between kills becomes less and less, the need for a high rising. With this one here, the time frame between the kills becomes more, as if the killer is seemingly lost interest.” Spencer rambled on.
“That’s great and all, but what does this have to do with the girl we took into custody? I know her Daddy, and I’m afraid he will come in here raise Hell soon. Do we even have any evidence.” A random police officer called into the room.
“We are aware that our current custodee seems innocent, but we have reasons to believe that she is in fact the Heart killer. We just…weren’t able to prosecute her. This may change now. We can hold someone in custody without evidence for 48 hours, I advise that was use the time wisely.” Aaron said, establishing dominance. The team was aware that the police officers were antsy, convincing them to take you into custody was hard enough.
Their job was just about to become harder, because two men entered the police department.
“Tell me a good reason on why I shouldn’t sue you and your whole bloodline.” One of the men spoke angrily.
“Sir, do you know where your daughter was last Tuesday from 8PM to 11PM?” Gideon calmly asked the upset father, “She claims to have been at home. Can you support that statement?”
“I don’t have to, we have cameras at our hose. We can check right now, if you want to. The video files are uploaded to our cloud.” The father carefully phrased, not wanting to incriminate his daughter any further. He made eye contact with the other man, a lawyer, who nodded his head.
This was a quick process, the video files were send to Garcia and she checked for any kind of manipulation.
“Well, depending on who hears this, it’s either good or bad news. The alibi is waterproof, no! It’s bulletproof. Not even for last Tuesday, but for all the murder times. On the day she wasn’t home, you can easily track her to the campus library, where they have video surveillance. So, yeah, not our guy…gal.”
“Thanks, Garcia.” With that Hotch ended the phone call. He looked at the projection of you in your home in one video, in the next it’s set in the library. He really hoped this would be an easy wrap up.
“What if she has a partner?” Morgan threw into the room, wanting to nothing more then to send you away for life.
“No. She keeps to herself and seems to be introverted.” Hotch answered. “We have no other choice but to let her go. Reid, release her. This doesn’t mean we won’t keep an eye on her, of course.” With these words Hotch left the room, probably sharing the news with the other law enforcement members.
Spencer made his way to you, keys in his hand. He opened the door, and took his time studying you without the glass separating you both. It was the middle of the night, you simply wore a tank top and shorts, sleep wear. Across your legs and arms were countless bruises, some old and some new. Scars lined your skin, some on your neck, those were small and delicate. Others were an your arm, your wrists, your thighs. Of course, the mandatory knee scars from being a kid weren’t missing. And Spencer would nearly miss it, if he wasn’t painfully familiar with them.
Small, circular scars on your arm. Old track marks. They were scarred over and there was no bruising, a good sign.
You didn’t bother looking at who came through the door, your house being raided in the middle of the night kinda ruined your mood. All you want to do is sleep. For once in your life, you were innocent!
Spencer walked towards you, he then carefully unlocked your handcuffs. Looking up, you saw the cute guy from the club. You kinda missed him.
“I didn’t do it.” You quickly said, not knowing what else to do.
“…I know.” Spencer spoke quietly, your alibi saved you. “The, ah, victimology doesn’t fit at all, the Heart killed at random while this one, while using the same killing method, has a specific victim type.”
“Yeah, girls who look like me. Just because I’m squeamish as hell, doesn’t mean I can’t make the obvious connection.”
This is embarrassing for Spencer, because truthfully, he didn’t make the connection. Yet. Maybe he should look for a different career path. Once your hand was free, you massaged your temples. You left the room and walked into the police station, the officers looked uncomfortable. Spencer followed you.
“…It might be a copycat. The killing methods and Victimology suggest that it’s an obsessive fan. Have you noticed anyone following you recently? Or a constant feeling of being watched?” Spencer couldn’t help but ask you, any information is good information. And any attention from you is good attention.
You turned towards Spencer, looking up at him. He could feel the anger radiating off you.
“Or, unpopular opinion, I also didn’t commit the first murders and it’s the true killer returning. Ever thought of that, Phd boy? I was just accused of murder back then! Without any evidence! Why is there no evidence? Because I’m innocent! Just because your fucking senior over there used his what? Magic super powers of reading fucking body language? Get fucked, honestly.” You turned away from Spencer completely, choosing to only look at your father.
“We are…Sorry for the inconvenience, the profile just fit and we didn’t think it through. Life’s are at stake here, and you did commit a murder.” Hotch tried to defuse the tense atmosphere, the team knew that the police officers were very sceptical towards the BAU. This could ruin any relationship and progress they made.
“You call it murder, the Judge and I call it self defense. Agree to disagree, I guess? Or are you salty that you weren’t able to catch the phedophillic serial rapist back then? Sorry that I killed him when he attacked me, next time I will remember to just not defend myself, asshole.”
Your father put a hand on your shoulder, a signal to stop. Your lawyer thankfully didn’t look stressed out, so you didn’t say anything too incriminating. Crossing your hands over your chest, you decided to shut up for the rest of your stay here.
“We would love to help you, Agent. We truly do, but if this is all we would like to leave now.” Your father carefully said. Innocent until proven otherwise.
There is not much Hotch could do, since it was now clear that you were not behind the murders. He nodded his head, “Of course, once again we are sorry for the intrusion.”
With that you once again leave Spencer behind. How inappropriate would it have been to ask you for your number?
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"if there were two guys on a moon and one of them killed the other with a rock, wouldn't that be fucked up or what?"
After a decisive victory, Rose asks Snow a question. Nearly two decades later in a similar circumstance, General White asks the same question of Colonel Belle.
(Crossposted to ao3)
“Hey Snow, if there were two guys on a moon and one of them killed the other with a rock, wouldn't that be fucked up or what?”
When Snow had excused herself from a vital meeting to take an unexpected call from Rose, she'd feared the worst. Rose dying, maybe, or an injury she couldn't fully recover from. Not… whatever this was.
Though covered in blood, Rose had set up her camera to show her rooting around in what must've been a foreign kingdom's pantry. In each hand she held a bag of what seemed to be pastries, comparing the two with a critical eye. Just in frame was a bottle of dark red wine. 
“Are you okay?” Snow demanded, flattening her black bear ears in alarm. “That’s an awful amount of blood!”
Rose blinked at her. “Hm? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Most of its not mine, though I think there's still a bullet in my arm. Also Ruthlind is ours. Anyways, back on topic. Two guys, stuck on a moon, rock.”
Snow couldn't decide whether to be relieved that Rose was mostly okay or horrified that she was witnessing the aftermath of another successful conquest. She elected to go with the former for now. “Okay, fine. It'd be fucked up, obviously. He killed the other guy. The other guy is dead. There's no coming back from that.”
“Gods, you're boring. Try again.” Rose pulled out a pastry from the left bag and took an experimental sniff.
Well. Fine, if Rose insisted. “Couldn't they have asked someone to resolve their dispute? Surely there was a Luncount available who could weigh in?”
“Nah, as far as they know, they're the only two guys alive on the moon. And anyways, maybe they didn't have a dispute. Maybe the guy with the rock was bored and wanted to see what would happen. Maybe he had the chance to get revenge on an old enemy except the other guy wasn't his enemy, not really. Maybe he was just really angry at no one in particular and took it out on the other guy. Doesn't really matter.”
At some point during her rant, Rose had decided that the pastry on the right was the way to go and was now demolishing the bag, washing it down with wine straight from the bottle. Because clearly she had no sense of decorum. Animal.
“I suppose that would still be fucked up,” Snow said, steepling her fingers. “Not only did he kill the other guy, he’s all alone now.”
“Exactly, like what was the fucking point of all that. Wow, congrats dude, you can commit violence. Whooo. Now you’re alone on the moon instead of with another guy who can keep you from going off the deep end.” Rose burped and wiped her mouth, which considering her hand was covered in blood splatters did little to fix the situation. “Excuse me. Good wine by the way, I think you’d like this one.”
“I think I’m all right, actually.” Snow was perfectly content to stick with ethically sourced wine, thank you very much.
Rose shrugged. “Too bad. More for me then.” She took another swing then sighed, glaring at the relay comm. “Dammit, General Swan wants my report ‘before I get too drunk.’ Better get going, see you at home.”
“See you at home, Rose.”
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Nearly two decades later, General Mercymourn White sat atop a lonely rooftop and watched a Marquess’ castle burn. Below her, civilians and soldiers alike danced beneath the evening firelight, celebrating the end of another petty tyrant. For them, victory still felt like glory. For her, not so much.
She sat against the wall, keeping her blind and deaf side out of the way so she could still pay attention to what was going on around her as she argued her way through a bag of jerky. It wasn’t her fault that even well over a decade later half-chewed food still liked to slip through the burned and lipless half of her mouth. It was just really, really annoying. 
Footsteps echoed up the stairwell beside her and she tensed, reaching for her pistol. When the unknown party revealed itself to be the dark and beautiful Colonel Belle she only relaxed a little. Even the Beast’s presence guarding the bottom of the stairs did little to comfort her.
“Mercy,” Belle said, using the shortened first half of General White’s name in that way she did when she pretended like they were close enough to care about the General’s feelings, “are you doing all right? You’re not celebrating with the rest of us.”
“Oh, I’m fine Miriam,” General White responded, keeping up the charade they played at. “Just thinking.”
“What about?” Belle sat across the roof from her, keeping a safe distance between them.
General White wiped the meat crumbs off her jacket and took a long, slow drag on the cigar she’d lit on the castle’s embers. “If there were two guys on a moon and one of them killed the other with a rock, wouldn't that be fucked up or what?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Humor me.”
Belle hummed, tapping her fingers together as she thought. “I don’t think so,” she said after a moment. “The other guy’s most likely a crown soldier and if not still liable to be a traitor, so it’d make sense to eliminate him.”
“Ah, but these men have never heard of the war in their lives. As far as they know, they’re the last two beings on their forsaken rock.” General White set aside the bag of jerky for now, loathe to eat when others could watch her fail at it, and took another long puff. The smoke drifted into the air, joining the smoke from the blaze below.
“I’d still do it,” Belle said, shrugging. “The other guy’s a liability regardless. If he’s dead then I have a decent food source and one less mouth to feed, not to mention it’ll be easier to get myself off if I don’t have to worry about another person.”
“Pragmatic as ever.” The half smile that was her best impression of a real smile crossed General White’s half lips. “And if it were you and me? What then?”
Belle raised an eyebrow at her, curious but not daring to question why. She chose her next words carefully. “I am going to politely decline answering that question for the sake of my wellbeing.”
General White laughed, a rough low sound that blew smoke across the roof and into Belle’s face. Accidentally of course. “And you wonder why I don’t trust you.” Belle began to protest, but General White waved her off. “You’re dismissed, Colonel. Go celebrate with your husband.”
“Yes, sir.” Belle rose to her feet and saluted. “Good night, Mercy.”
“Good night, Miriam.”
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the sea around us; chapter four
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In which Rafe Cameron has to choose between his dad and a pogue who's changing his outlook on life more and more every day.
(rafe cameron x f!oc)
(eventual!jj maybank x f!oc)
warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, older brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)
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On our way back, we stopped at the wharf because there was a bunch of commotion surrounding the police pulling a body out on a stretcher. We stopped and asked someone what happened, and we were informed that the body was none other than Scooter Grubbs. A lifelong pogue who somehow recently came into possession of, drumroll please, a Grady White. Which was now missing. My heart absolutely broke for his wife, Lana, as we saw her fall apart next to the stretcher. I truly couldn't imagine. Watching it was bringing me to tears, so JJ grabbed me by my shoulders and rubbed my back as he guided me back onto the HMS Pogue.
The drive back to the chateau was almost silent. Which we can hardly ever stand, but I could tell we were all just thinking so hard about what on earth happened. Why did Scooter end up with a gun, that much cash, and a Grady White?
We hop out of the boat back at John B's house, and Pope senses that now is the time to break the silence. "So, we saw nothing. We know nothing. We need to have total and complete amnesia."
"Pope is right," JJ says, unloading Kie's cooler from the Pogue. "Deny, deny, deny."
"Guys, we also can't keep that money JJ took," Kie says, shaking her head.
"And the gun!" I add, looking around at everyone to scan their responses.
"Yes, definitely the gun." Kie agrees.
"Kie, not everyone can afford unlimited data plans." JJ rebuts, John B agreeing.
"JJ, the girls are right. This is insane." Pope says. As I said, our collective voice of reason. "We have to pass that off to Lana Grubbs."
"It's bad karma waiting to happen," Kie says.
"Not to mention a felony," I mumble, crossing my arms. "We've got to go totally dark."
"Exactly, and keep the money. No one will know we took anything if we don't return it." Kie, Pope, and I all simultaneously roll our eyes at JJ.
"No... No way." John B says, shaking his head as we all get up on the porch of the chateau and I lean on the edge of a chair.
"What? Why?" JJ asks, turning his hat backward as he approaches John B.
"Just think about it, this is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Some dude that's been buying cigarettes individually at the porthole. I have literally seen him beg for change in the grocery store parking lot so he could pay for gas." John B is right, this guy has never had a dime to his name. "We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat whose never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden-"
Kie cuts him off. "He's got a Grady White..."
"Just saying." John B says, raising his hands, mocking surrender as he sits down next to me.
"There's only one way he could have got his hands on all this shit," JJ says and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Well, two. One: Prostitution," I scoff. "or two: square groupers." He says smugly.
"Oh my god, the hurricane... He was smuggling." I say quietly, seeing the realization show up on everyone else's faces as well.
"Bingo, Snowy. I guarantee he was using it for straight smuggling. Probably a serious amount of contraband on board."
*:・゚✧*:・
Later that night, of course, the topic gets brought up again. It's pretty much the only thing we can talk about tonight, one of the only things on our minds.
We find ourselves sprawled across John B's room at this point. John B sat at his window, with Pope on the bed, Kiara on a chair, and JJ at the window opposite of the bed right next to me. JJ leans back into me after Pope snatched the money in question from his hand. "For the record, if that is a smuggling ship with illegal contraband inside of it. . . It probably belongs to someone else."
Kie shrugged. "Minor details."
Pope continued as if he hadn't heard her. "They could come looking for it. Taking it would be catastrophically stupid."
JJ leaned forward and snatched the money back. Spreading it so they could all see the multiple hundred dollar bills as he said, "Right. Well, stupid things have good outcomes all the time." He glanced over his shoulder, gaze meeting mine as he grinned. I return the amused smile as JJ looks toward the others. "All we need to do is figure out a way to get into the cargo hold of that wreck. Until then, we just lay low. Act normal."
Pope seemed skeptical, as usual. "Right. And how exactly do we do that?"
My gaze meets Kie's, and slow smiles grow on our faces, and we raise our eyebrows at each other; we're definitely thinking the same thing.
Kie looks towards the others, grin widening. "Kegger?"
*:・゚✧*:・
After we grab the keg and a few twelve packs for ourselves we make it out to the beach with cups, drinks, weed, and recycling bags (in Kie's case) in hand. It isn't long before we start to draw a crowd made up of kooks and pogues alike, along with some tourons. "Chum for the sharks", as John B would describe them- basically tourists on a vacation with their families, hoping to escape their parents for the evening.
John B and I are in charge of filling cups and handing out beers until we realize enough is enough and we're here to party. Not be bartenders. To be fair though, it was an almost "one for you, one for us" vibe, and we were already pretty drunk by the time the sun starts to set.
"Snowy! Come here!" Kie calls to me, holding out her hand. I can smell the weed on her, so it's clear what she and JJ have been up to.
"Hey." I smile, wrapping my arms around her waist when I walk up. "What can I do for you, Kie?"
"Nothing, I just missed you." Kie smiles, hugging me back.
"Kie, I need to borrow Snowy for a sec if that's cool-" It's JJ, and his arms are suddenly in between us pushing us apart as we both start laughing.
"Yeah okay, steal my friend, JJ. So rude." Kie giggles, pointing her fingers at her eyes and then at JJ as she turns to walk over to John B and Pope, where they're playing beer pong.
"What is up with drunk girls, man? You get one drink in you and just start mackin' all over each other." JJ asks, laughing as he has his arm around my waist, guiding me in the opposite direction.
"You're so dramatic, we were just hugging." I laugh, rolling my eyes and giving him a gentle shove, almost falling back myself in the process as I stumble over my own feet.
"Right- yeah so you're actually way more drunk than I thought you are, so maybe we should start to head back."
I'm not even that drunk. "I'm not even that drunk JJ, come on. What are we doing anyway? Where are you taking me?" I ask him, reaching up and putting my arm over his shoulders. It's not the most comfortable, since he's a decent amount taller than I am.
"A walk! What, I can't take my favorite girl for a walk these days?" JJ laughs, glancing back behind us. "Do you want to sit?" He asks, stopping. I nod and smile as he takes his shirt off, placing it on the ground for us to sit on.
I sit down on his shirt, crossing my legs in front of me and looking out at the sunset. JJ joins me, leaning his arm back behind me to hold himself up, and so I can lean back into him as well.
"It's beautiful," I say quietly, leaning my head on his shoulder and I can feel JJ's eyes on me.
"Yeah.." He agrees.
I glance down the beach at the party, seeing everyone back there having fun, the music sounds so distant.
"I miss BC." I sigh, my drunk mind letting me speak my every thought.
"Why?" JJ chuckles a little bit, pushing some of my hair out of my face with his free hand. "You wouldn't be a pogue and be friends with the coolest kids in the OBX if you were still up there. Besides, have you ever seen a sunset like this?" He asks.
I nod. "Yeah.. the sunsets back home were beautiful. This is too, duh, but so different. Watching the sunset over the mountains was something else. I miss watching them during bush parties. The vibe was similar, but everyone was miles from home with no service, everyone had a tent or their cars were loaded with blankets to sleep in, and you were surrounded by trees, sometimes on the side of a lake. The sun would start to set, then we'd get a bonfire going, and everyone would reek of smoke for the next week. It was.. special. Kegs would take me with him, I was too young to drink so he never let me, but he wanted to get me out of the house." I ramble on and JJ just listens. You wouldn't think he's a good listener, but he really is.
"I'm glad you moved. Maybe that's selfish of me." He says, smiling at me, his hand still on my cheek. I smile back. I can't tell if the beer just isn't sitting well, or if I have a million butterflies suddenly flying around in my stomach. I think it's the latter. "Maybe, if you don't mind, one day, we can all take a trip up there. I think that would be sweet." JJ suggests.
"Thanks, J. That's a nice idea. I don't know if the Twinkie would survive, though..." I trail off, getting more nervous as he stares into my eyes, scanning them, I wonder what he's thinking about. His eyes darted down for a split second to my lips, and I suddenly know. I should want this. I've been obsessed with him for years, I should want this, but something in my gut tells me I don't. I'm scared he'll just shut me out again- that he is just doing this to be cruel. "Maybe we should head back?" I ask, starting to get up. "It's getting pretty dark, I don't have my phone," I explain brushing off my butt and legs to make sure I'm not covered in sand. JJ gets up next to me silently, shaking off his shirt and putting it back on as we start to walk back.
"I just saw Sarah Cameron. She's here." Kie says, approaching us quickly as we rejoin everyone.
Translation: Sarah Cameron? Kook Princess, she has all of the boys in Kildare County falling at her feet. Kie's ex-best girlfriend- before me. Currently, her worst enemy. Daughter of Ward Cameron, real estate god of the Outer Banks, and younger sister of, you guessed it, Rafe Cameron.
"Oh god," I sigh, I already know this won't go down well if any contact is made. "I wonder if Rafe is here," I ask, more to myself than to Kie.
"What, Rafe? Why?" She asks me, tilting her head to the side and I can feel JJ's gaze burning into me, making me blush.
"No reason, I was wondering if maybe Kegs was here, they're hardly ever apart."
"Right, well if Sarah's here, that means Topper is here. If Topper is here, Rafe and Kegs are probably here, so yeah." Kie says, pausing for a second of confusion partway through her sentence so she could remember what she was saying.
I nod slightly and scan the crowd, looking for anybody familiar. John B walks us to us, wrapping his arms around me and Kie's shoulders. "How are my favorite girls?" He asks, rubbing our heads to mess up our hair. They know we both hate it. "Having fun?" He asks, just as I see Kegs approaching me, quickly. I push John B off and start to walk towards my brother, so he doesn't get involved with my friends. I notice he's with Topper, but no Rafe today. The beach parties were never his scene, though, as far as I know.
"Snowy, what are you doing?" Kegs asks me, he's angry, of course.
"Nothing! Jesus Christ- I can't hang out with my friends for one night." I say, pushing him back angrily. He hardly budges. "What do you want?"
"Sarah said she saw you making out with JJ," Kegs said, and I hear someone walking up behind me.
"Hey, yeah so that literally didn't happen." It was JJ, and he cut in before I could explain the same thing.
"You're a fucking liar," Kegs said, getting up in JJ's face now, but he doesn't falter.
"Kegs. Just fuck off." I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "She didn't see anything."
"I'm not lying, man. I promise you, the second I get the chance to mack on your sister, the whole damn world will know." JJ says, taking a step closer to my brother, moving so he's standing in front of me. "I'll call you personally." In shock, I look back at Kie, seeing her put her face in her hands and shake her head- even Pope and John B can see that that was not the right response.
I can see Kegs get super tense, and he pushes JJ back slightly and raises his arm, but I step in and grab his wrist. "Don't you dare, Kegs! Are you kidding?" I say, trying to prevent him from taking a swing at JJ. "He's just trying to rile you up, he's literally joking."
He's breathing heavily, refusing to look at me. "Kegs, you're drunk. Go the fuck home." I say, trying to shove him back again. Just then, Pope comes in and wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and pulling me back, as John B steps in next to JJ. They can tell that I'm not making a difference here. "No! Pope, seriously put me down. Nothing happened, my brother is being a dick." I try to explain. "Sarah's a fucking liar!" I shout, pointing my finger at her as I try to wiggle out of Pope's grip- but it's almost hopeless.
"Watch your mouth!" Topper says angrily, beginning to walk over.
"Hey, man, wait, she didn't mean it," Pope says, trying to diffuse the situation as he covers my mouth with his hand. I'm so mad, but more embarrassed right now.
Just then, I hear gasps and grab at Pope's arms as his grip loosens on me, JJ threw the first punch after my brother wouldn't. Fuck.
"Kegs! Kegs don't- I'm sorry, don't hurt him!" I shout, feeling tears run down my cheeks now as Pope quickly dropped his hand in shock. "Leave him alone!" It didn't matter. They start fighting, and JJ pushes my brother back, turning for a second to catch his breath.
"Dirty fucking pogues.." Kegs says, making John B turn from JJ's side and shove my brother back again.
Kegs is fucking delusional.
He pushes John B back into the water, and they keep fighting despite all of us screaming.
"Kegs, please! Stop!" I shout, but I can tell neither of them can hear anything. "What do we do?" I ask my friends, and when they all stand in shock, I run from Pope's grip and grab my brother, who's now kneeling over John B, whose head is in the water.
"He's drowning him- JJ, do something!" I hear Kie say, as I try desperately to push Kegs off, but he lets go of John B with one hand to shove me off of him. Pretty much as soon as I hit the water, everyone gasps and then gets quiet. Very uncharacteristic for fight spectators, until I hear a click, and push my wet hair out of my eyes and see what's happening.
"Yeah, you know what that is, your move, broski."
"Oh, my god." I start backing up, scrambling to stand up. Kie is already at my side and I hug her, hug her so hard, and put my face in her shoulder, pretending that this isn't really happening. It doesn't work. I peek back up to watch, to make sure everything is okay. That Kegs is okay.
"JJ, stop!" Everyone is yelling at him now.
Kegs lets go of John B and raises his hands, I look briefly over at Topper and Sarah and they look freaked. We all are. Everyone on the beach starts to run as JJ turns and raises the gun in the air. "Okay, everybody listen up!" He shouts. "Get the hell off our side of the island!" He shoots two warning shots up into the air.
John B finally sits up out of the water, and Kie and I rush over to him. "John B, oh my god." I give him a big hug and then Kie helps him up as I run over to my brother who's starting to leave.
"Kegs! Kegs are you okay?" I ask, but he still won't look at me. "Kegs, look at me!" I shout and he stops, turning to me angrily.
"You're psycho friend just put a gun to my fucking head- Snow. Just wait until Mom and Dad hear this. I could have died! Your friend tried to kill me!"
"You were drowning John B! He wasn't going to shoot you he just wanted you to stop. Please, Kegs.." He clearly didn't want to hear it, and he starts walking away, catching up with Topper and Sarah.
Shit.
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summary: jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too. 
pairing: jj jareau x fem!queer!reader 
w.c: 4.8K
warnings/content: lots of yearning and miscommunication; angst (wouldn't be me without any angst); flirting; fear of rejection; this is not a coming out fic but it discusses the topic; description about impulsive actions & consent & acceptance; foul language at some point; murder is briefly mentioned; mentions of bad experiences regarding relationships; friendly banter; an argument; fluff; making out. 
A/N: this is my entry for @the-guilty-writer pride fic challenge! I didn't chose an specific prompt. I've had this idea for a long time and when I saw this challenge I thought “oh, that's how this is going to go.” hopefully, you'll like it <3 and happy pride month!!!!
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“I think I'm in love with her.”  
You don't go around revealing your life to the first person you see. That's just not you. But have you ever been through one of those moments where your mind trails back to that person and all you can see it's her eyes, her smile, the scrunch of her nose when she's concentrated and the tilt of her head when she's confused about something?  
And then, it slips out. Your heart speaks for itself, you can't control it.  
“Huh?” Penelope queried, drifting her attention back to you. She has been ogling some blonde dude since the moment you came into the bar. You didn't understand the appeal. He was just an average white probably tasteless man. Penelope could do so much better, but that was none of your business.  
You were ogling someone else as well, so. Hypocrite.  
“Wait—what?” The blonde gripped your arm, eyes widening behind her glasses as if a realization has come to her. “Who are you in love with?” 
Oh, she heard that? Somehow you thought it could have been muffled by the loud music.  
You know some order thing that could be muffled? JJ and her stupid flirting with that stupid guy beside you. God, if she giggled one more time you'd break your beer bottle in your head.  
You wondered what would Penelope think in case she knew who you were talking about. You've received a lot of looks because of your sexual orientation over the years and it's long gone that part of you that cared so much about what people thought of you. You were a grown woman, successful in your field and you didn't depend on anyone to survive. Especially prejudiced people. But those people in the bar, they weren't just people. They have become your family. You couldn't stop thinking if they would treat you differently if they knew you weren't straight.  
“Baby girl and princess!” You step out of your inner turmoil to acknowledge a very drunk Derek Morgan. Both of his arms around yours and Garcia's shoulders. He was the touchy kind of drunk. You didn't complain and you knew by your friend's wicked grin that she wouldn't either. “Now what are you doing here moping around? There's a dance floor with plenty of space over there.” 
“Oh, I can see that. Are you taking us there then?” 
“I'd be more than happy too.” 
Before Penelope could drag you out, you clicked your tongue under the roof of your mouth.  
“Sorry, not tonight. My legs are killing me.” 
Derek chuckled, shaking his head in disapproval. “Because of when we jogged after the unsub?” 
Grabbing a shot of tequila and promptly throwing your head back, you straighten your back while staring back at him, a scowl present in your features.  
“You call that jogging? I'm not a gym rat like you, Morgan.” 
“I can see that, we need to change that!” 
“Uh-huh,” you push his shoulder playfully. “Convince Spencer first and we can all wake up at five a.m together to run around the Headquarters.” 
Derek yelled through the music about always getting what he wanted in the end and he wouldn't give up before Garcia whisked him away to the dance floor and they disappeared from your sight.  
A smile lingered on your lips until you realized the golden strands almost touching your arm and your mood went sour again. Thankfully or not, you could no longer hear the flirting, maybe the alcohol was being effective and numbing your eardrums. 
“A pretty face like that cannot carry anything but a smile.”  
Really, someone was about to get punched tonight and you wouldn't be responsible for your choices. What would it take for you to be alone and sad for a few minutes— “Oh,” you blinked at Emily, shoulders sagging in relief. “It's you.” 
You saw her grin through the glass she was sipping on. “Don't act so excited.” 
“It's not that.” You rolled your eyes. “I thought it was another asshole trying to get my number. I'm so done with men tonight.” 
“Hey,” she raised her glass, mentioning your beer. As you did, you clicked them together. “Preach. We should kill all of them.” 
You leaned on her arm, face splitting into a shit-eating grin. Yes, the alcohol was finally in your system. “Such a good idea I could kiss you for it.”  
There was some cheering going around and when you looked back at the dance floor, Penelope was the center of attention. Hotch and Rossi looked like they were having the time of their lives watching the scene, while Blake cheered her on just as strongly as everyone else.  
Sometimes, you wished you had Penelope's confidence. She'd walk into the room with colorful clothes and heels decorated by herself and she'd own it. That was your best friend. Spontaneous, strong and one of the best people you knew.  
If you had half of that confidence you might have confessed your stupid feelings for the woman you were head over heels for. You had to watch her flirt with someone else right in front of you as if it didn't make your heart break because you wanted it to be you instead. 
“Kiss me then.”  
Spinning around to stare at Emily, you blinked confused. “Uh?” 
“You said you'd kiss me,” Emily tilted her head, her dark strands slipping out from behind her ear and covering half of her face. “Do it then.” Her tone had a tinge of playfulness but even in your inebriated state, you saw the truth between the lines.  
You'd never thought of Emily as more than someone you could share everything with. She's been your friend since you entered the Bureau, shy and isolated, she helped you get out of your shell and admit your true persona. She knew everything about you, even more than Penelope, your best friend. Being Queer was something that Emily had a lot to say about and it brought you two closer. To both of you, it was nice to speak without stepping on eggshells, fearing you'd be looked at differently by your friends. 
You were aware she's beautiful. Of course you were, you're not blind. Emily Prentiss was powerful and she radiated grace wherever she walked. That's just something you never... thought about. You never thought that boundary could be crossed. 
Until now. 
“Do you really want me to?” You asked, glancing down at her shiny lips. Another thing you knew about Emily, she hates lipstick, her go-to choice would always be plain chapstick or lipgloss.  
Emily brushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning forward. Your nose barely touching. “I wouldn't mention it if I didn't want it.” You smiled at that, just as you were about to close the gap between you and say fuck it for everything and everyone else that was in your head, a hand on your shoulder pulled your back, slightly startling you.  
Emily blinks dazed at someone behind you, her face twitching in confusion.  
But JJ says your name and you freeze, “A word, please?”  
She walks away and you are conflicted on whether you should follow like a kicked puppy or stay with Emily and carry on with... Who are you kidding? This is Jennifer you're talking about. Is there any moment you've ever said no to her?  
This is pathetic — you think, stumbling into people as you walked to the exit where you presumed JJ was going. She had vanished a minute ago and there were so many people you couldn't see where she went. 
You're pathetic. She just interrupted your kiss with a pretty girl and you're following after her like a starved stray dog—unless. Unless something happened and she needed you. 
“Jen,” you said carefully, finally outside the bar where she awaited you. You couldn't see her face because she had her back facing you. “Hey, you okay? Did something—” 
“What was that?” She cut you off. As she wiped around to face you, you saw her flared cheeks. That could only mean two things: angry or drunk. She looked fine for someone drunk, different from you who was almost floating at your feet. She said your name again, this time more calculated. “You and Emily? When did that happen?” 
A laugh of astonishment left your lips. Were you hearing it right? “Was that why you called me over here?” you really wanted to be sure before you blurted out something you didn't want.  
JJ scoffed, folding her arms over her chest. That was one of the cutest reactions you find endearing about her, but now it just frustrated you. It frustrated you because you still found her cute despite her irrationality.  
Focus! 
Before you could spar anything back, someone bumped into you causing you to stumble forward, almost falling flat on the sidewalk if familiar arms hadn't held you in place. Her perfume reached you fast than two bottles of beer and five shots of tequila could ever do. The sweet smell of orange blossom made you almost melt in her arms. When you stepped back into reality, you noticed your head was on her shoulder as her whole body shook.  
She was too busy yelling and gesticulating angrily at whoever had bumped into you to realize you were drunk on her perfume.  
“Are you okay? The idiot was too drunk, he almost ran you over— Are you okay?” She repeated, tone softening at the end as she cupped your face and saw your unfocused gaze. “I think we should sit you down.” 
“I'm fine,” you sputtered out, leaning into her touch absentmindedly. Why were her hands better than your pillow? You could sleep right there. 
“Sure, you are.”  
It took you five minutes for you to breathe into a new setting. One you knew too well, the discreet scent of strawberry she'd spray around. That was her car. 
“JJ,” you said, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You should have drank more because you could feel yourself sobering up. “Why did you bring me here? Can't we just talk tomorrow?” 
If you could avoid the inevitable, you'd do it while you could. 
She stayed silent. You huffed out a breath of disbelief when you turned the side and saw her staring straight forward.  
“Okay.” You spat, hand on the door handle. “I'll see you—” 
“Don't leave.” 
“Why not?” Your fist clenched in the handle. “You're acting like a child and I don't even know what I did.” 
Letting out a long sigh, she said, “I'm sorry." 
You hated the way your body reacted to her. Chest searching to cure whatever caused that tinge of sadness in her voice.  
“What happened?” You inquired softly.  
She shifted on the seat, raising both of her hands to pull her strands back.  
“You did.”  
If you hadn't sobered up before, you sure we're sober now.  
“Me?” you croaked out, studying her in what you judged to be nonchalant but it was actually quite desperate. What had you done to make her upset? You barely spoke the entire night.  
In fact, you were trying to take some distance from the blonde for a while. It was the healthiest option you found instead of reciprocating the casual compliments and innocent touching. Because JJ did those things but it was out of friendship. When you did them, you wanted more. You felt more. That had to stop. Once you fell, it was unstoppable. Free falling straight to the rocks. And you'd be the only one banged up in the process due to something you created in your own head.  
But you already fell, didn't you? That's what you blurted out to Penelope an hour ago. You were doomed ever since she said Hi to you in the bullpen on your first roundtable meeting.  
Either way, you took some space. Speaking only the necessary and exchanging point of view during cases. She didn't seem to care so you guess you didn't make a difference in her life. Did it hurt? Yes. But you wouldn't ruin what was left of your friendship.  
“What did I do?” You bit your cheek, afraid she would throw at your face exactly what you were afraid of: she knew about your feelings and she didn't want to be around you anymore. She felt disgusted by you and— 
“You mean what you were about to do.”  
Your hand moved from the handle to your lap as you shifted your whole body to face her. “I— what?” What was she even talking about?  
JJ heaved out a frustrated breath and her gaze finally met yours. It wasn't cold like when she had brought you outside, it was warm, like a volcano about to erupt in lava.  
“God, you don't see it, do you?” Your face caved in confusion. “Why did it have to be Emily? And out of all the places you could do that did it have to be by my side?” 
It was as if her anger had rubbed off on you instantly. 
“What?” You snapped. “You're mad because Emily and I almost kissed by your side?” A humorless laugh escaped you, you didn't even care that she was bothered by what she had seen. You were mad because she interrupted you to screw with your mood. “Oh, I'm sorry, Jennifer. Did I interrupt your trashy flirting with Johnny Depp?” 
Her brows reached her hairline in surprise. She isn't expected you to have any reason to be mad, but apparently, you were. Very much. You never called her Jennifer, it felt so wrong. She almost felt guilty.  
No, she did feel guilty. Immediately after the words escaped her mouth. Why was she making you justify anything? You weren't her girlfriend. You weren't her anything. Just like she wasn't your anything.  
“You really are a hypocrite, you know?” You carried on, jaw clenching. “You've been all over that guy and I had to watch the entire night — when I'm supposed to be having fun — and I'm just— I didn't say anything. Because I have no right to say anything. You can do whatever you want with your life and we're not—” you sucked in a breath, stopping some words from leaving your lips. “—it's not fair, JJ!” 
JJ was speechless, completely taken aback by your garrulous speech. By how you ran out of breath, it looked like you had been bottling up all of that.  
“And you know what? I won't apologize for what you saw. If you're bothered by the fact that I feel attracted to women—” 
“Whoa, wait.” She almost got a neck twist at the insinuation, her whole armor falling. “You think I'm upset because I saw you kiss a girl?” 
“You cockblocked the situation so I didn't get to kiss her—” 
She completely ignored your jab. “This has nothing to do with you.” The look you gave her was enough for her to realize she has just messed up continuously. Really, she called you out here to argue about something that is entirely her issue. It might involve you — it most definitely does, you're the center of it — but it is not your fault. It's hers.  
Jennifer Jareau is a hypocrite. She knows that. 
“I couldn't care less about who you kiss or what your sexual orientation is,” JJ clarified. “I mean, if you ever feel comfortable talking about it— I'm all in for it. But I'm not— that doesn't bother me. That's not what I intended for it to sound like. I'm sorry.”  
Your eyes skim over the features, searching for any sign of lies; the only emotion you were able to find was regret.  
“I had a problem with who you were about to kiss,” she added quietly, munching on her lower lip. A couple crossed the street to reach the bar entrance, they were laughing and holding hands. Diverting her attention down to her hands, she started feeling bad about the situation. Acting like this — angry? That wasn't her. JJ wasn't impulsive nor did she go rough on expressing her feelings. She knew that alright. There's been a lot of times where she wore her heart on her sleeve but none of those times were regarding her love life. She's always been cautious, maybe because in the past, people haven't been cautious with her heart and she had to deal with it by herself. Alone.  
Also, she wasn't sure about her feelings for you. Not until a week ago, when your absence started shadowing her days more and more.  
JJ never fell in love with a woman before. Sure, she's had crushes and was attracted to some but. They weren't you. None of them were you. Somehow, when you came along, her life was flipped upside down. She wondered how could someone question all of their beliefs because of one person? When she met you, the question switched to how could someone not question everything because of one person?  
Oh, but she fell hard. No parachute in sight and she was terrified of heights.  
Between innocent touches on the shoulder, compliments and shared coffees in the morning, and the willpower to just protect you at all costs when you were in the field... something blossomed. And it couldn't have been anyone else.  
That's the reason she was so mad when you and Emily almost... Yes. Not only that but how dare you ignore her for weeks and act as if you weren't doing it?  
Did her absence in your life not mean anything? 
“Did you and Emily fight?” You questioned, brows knitting together. “You looked fine this morning.” 
JJ ran a hand through her face, “No, we didn't fight,” she let out impatiently. 
“Then why—” 
“Because I have feelings for you!” She blurted out. “And I wish it was me. I wish it was me who you were touching and giggling and blushing with, not her.” Okay. What was that thing about not being impulsive? In her defense, she wasn't like this before you barged into her life, so it was all on you. “I wish I was her, to be more specific and to just further bury myself under. I wish it had been me in her place.”  
The softness of her voice revealed how apprehensive she was in saying that. You wanted to pluck out the lines of concern on her forehead, but at the same time, you thought you had gone crazy. You didn't hear JJ saying she wanted to kiss you, did you? Maybe you were still drunk.  
“Are you going to say something?” Her voice was small and you blinked awake.  
“I— I don't—” 
“I'm sorry.” 
Your breath halted.  
“Why?” 
JJ let out a shaky breath, shaking her head with a groan. “Because I just ruined everything.” Before you could protest, she carried on. “I made you think you had done something wrong and it was all me. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just— I'm sorry—” 
“Did you mean it?” 
“... what?” 
Your eyes traveled through her features, “What you said before.” 
Swallowing hard, she avoided your eyes. “About my feelings? Yes. I wouldn't joke about that.” Something came to her mind and her back straightened slightly. “And also about not being bothered by your sexual orientation,” JJ said. “You're still you and that hasn't changed. It won't change. That would be pretty hypocrite of me, actually.” That last part fell from her lips as a whisper but you could hear it loud and clear. 
You felt your throat closing up. “Really?” you asked, that kid in you that was rejected many times by her parents turned up on the doorstep of your brain. She was still scared. Still looking for acceptance.  
“I love you the way you are, why would it change anything?” 
Your heart stopped beating. Nothing could be heard around you, even though the windows were rolled down and there were few people on the streets, speaking loudly. The bar buzzes with loud music.  
You didn't even know if you remembered how to breathe.  
JJ seemed to be on the same page because she hadn't moved but her eyes were widened in shock. Taken aback by herself. She wasn't remotely drunk to blurt out stuff like that, the opposite actually.  
“JJ—” 
“I'm sorry, I didn't—” 
“JJ,” you said shortly, making her shut up. “Stop,” you ordered even if she had already. The air was heavy, you could taste it bitter in your tongue. Your hand reached out to hers as you leaned closer as her throat bop up and down rapidly.  
Jennifer's mind was juggling between multiple emotions but the moment your fingers brushed hers, it all became silent. It was impressive the way her body reacted to your touch. It slipped her mind from those days you barely exchange a good morning, she doesn't ever want to get to a point where she can't feel it.  
“This isn't a joke, right?” Her gaze lifted to yours. God, had she been staring at your mouth this whole time?  
“No,” she breathed out. “No, it isn't.” Her eyes dropped again, but she got it together in time. “That's not how I wanted you to find out. I'm not sure if I ever wanted you to find out...” 
She watched as your lips twitched slightly and your tongue danced through them slowly. Expecting you to run to the hills as soon as she let the truth slip out, bewilderment reached her senses when that's what you didn't do. You stayed. And you were still there, staring at her, unmoving.  
Until you retracted your hand from hers on the car seat to touch her cheek carefully. Your lips moved but she couldn't hear a thing.  
“Uh, what?” 
“It is okay if I...” She was nodding before you could finish speaking and her lips had crashed to yours in full force. Impulsiveness. That's all her. Then, she leaned back, covering her mouth, blue eyes widened when the reality of what she had done came.  
You made a sound of protest because of the sudden withdrawal. When you saw her face, it was as if a bowl of cold water had dropped right above your head. She regrets it. She hates me now, she's— 
“I'm sorry. I didn't even—I'm sorry, that was out of line, I didn't mean to— I'm so sorry.”  
Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you questioned, “Wait, does that mean that you didn't want to kiss me or—” 
JJ gave you a look of surprise, “I didn't know if you wanted it, which clearly is not the case and I'm sorry—” 
Relief flushed your fear down the drain and you could finally feel the air entering back into your lungs. You started laughing uncontrollably. Feeling eyes burning in your side profile, you raised a hand in a silent request to wait until the fit reached a stop. A minute later, you were red, but you could speak.  
Just as JJ started to apologize again, you shut her up by cupping her cheeks and closing the gap between your lips. Like she had done beforehand, albeit softer. Her eyelashes tinkled your cheeks and the baby hairs at the nape of her neck were being brushed by your nails, it didn't take long for her hands to start trailing down your arms. You felt her smiling into the kiss.  
“You don't hate me?” she asked in between pecks.  
You let out a hum, “I hate you so much—” another kiss “... that I can't stop kissing you.” JJ huffed out a laugh and you kissed down the blush in her cheeks. "I asked if I could kiss you first, silly." She mumbled something along the lines of oh, right. 
“So, uh, wait, I—” She stuttered out and you leaned back. “About what I said before. I really am sorry. I was being an idiot. And of course, you can kiss whoever you want to kiss I was just—” 
“Jealous?” 
Her eye roll was the reply you needed.  
“I don't know. Maybe.” 
You pressed your lips together, “Okay.”  
JJ lifted her eyes to you again, studying your features for a while. She had this unreadable expression from which you couldn't identify the meaning to.  
“What?” you asked softly. She smiled, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  
“Nothing. You're beautiful.”  
You blinked, not expecting to hear that, which only made her grin widen. “It's not exactly how I imagined our first kiss to be.” 
“Oh?” You mocked, recovering from the previous compliment. “So you've been imagining it?” 
“Yes. More times than I can count.” She let her back rest against the seat, eyes never drifting from you. You had missed the feeling of her gaze on you, you had missed just admiring her daily. Now that she was there, in front of you, swollen lips and flushed cheeks — because of you — you didn't know what to do. It was too good to be true.  
Did she love you as she said before? Was this just a one-time thing? Would she regret it in the morning? 
So many questions you wanted answers to but you didn't want to leave that moment.  
She called out your name gently, thumb drawing invisible patterns on your hand. “Hey,” she cooed. “What are you thinking?” 
You shook your head, waving it off. “Nothing.” 
Both of you chose to dive into silent touches and soft mumbling, just enjoying each other's presence. You didn't care about partying inside and a part of you felt smug that she chose you over that man sitting beside her at the bar.  
She was playing with your rings, commenting on each one until you let out a groan and she looked up at you questioningly. You stared at the console, your lips turning down in a frown.  
“What it is?” She asked, suppressing a grin. You looked cute acting so annoyed.  
“There's too much space between us, Jareau. I don't like this.”  
“I'm afraid that that's what happens when I'm in the driver seat and you're in the passenger seat, doll.” 
Your nose twitched at the endearment and your face immediately flared up.  
She grinned.  
“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Her grin turned into a soft smile. She kept staring at you awaiting an answer in expectation, your eyes followed the spark of anxiety in her eyes and the ways her hands had become clammy on yours. No need to be a profiler to realize she was nervous. Not that you weren't about to hyperventilate yourself, but maybe her reaction meant that she wanted something more and not just tonight.  
You weren't sure of that before.  
“You really want to do this?” You brought one of her hands to your cheek, leaning into her warm palm. JJ stroked the spot softly. “I mean, do you want to—” 
“Be something?” 
You gave her a coy smile.  
“I don't want to scare you off,” she added, intertwining your hands while leaning forward. “But, if you want to—” 
“I do.” You cut her off, biting your lip once you realized you did. “I'd love to go on a date with you, Jen. You know,” you paused. “I don't know if that wasn't clear enough, but I feel the same.”  
Laying her forehead on yours for a minute, you saw the corner of her lips quirk up slightly. “It'll take me a while to get my head around that.” 
“I've been smitten with you for like... forever.” 
“That is so not true!” 
You gaped at her. “Yes, it is!” 
JJ rolled her eyes, “If you say so.” Before you could retort stubbornly, she pecked your lips. “I do care an enormous amount about you, you know that?” I love you, actually. But that's too soon and I can wait to say it at the right time. 
Your hand curled around her wrist as if you were afraid she would leave forever. She kissed your cheek, hand nudging out of your grip to intertwine your fingers in a swift motion as if she had read your mind and this was her way of saying I'm not going anywhere.  
“I care an enormous amount for you, too, Jennifer Jareau.”  
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{This wasn’t supposed to be happening right now, Chris Smith had been all set to leave his trailer and head out into the night for his date, but when Adrian Chase comes knocking at the door there is always trouble.
Bored with patrolling around Evergreen Adrian knew exactly where to go, hang out with his bff at his place only things don’t go to plan, and next thing he knows he’s offering to decorate Peacemakers trailer for the holiday season but there is a small catch attached.
There were bad ideas and then there was this one stupidly agreeing to go out with a work friend, leaving you zoning out of the conversation because instead you were thinking of someone else the whole time, but then a chance falls into your lap to win back the night only it’s hanging out with the very last person you wanted to see right now.}
Part Three under the cut
Time travels differently around here as it seems to have actually stopped, but neither Adrian or his elf friend care, as you decide to drink as many bad coffees as you could to help sober up and just stay alert.
Several hours pass in a blur of noise and arguments from staff and patients, nothing new for you to see here but when you spot a familiar face moments later, you jump out of your seat in a hurry to rush after them because they might just be able to help you.
“Hey, Jason!” You call out to the last person that you actually wanted to see right now, seeing how he had just left you at the bar earlier.
“What are you doing here?” Questions Jason with what could only be described, as a very shocked look on his face.
“I’m here with a friend, I didn’t realise you were working tonight?” You explain with a smile on your face, whilst wondering when did things get so awkward.
“Well you would’ve known if you had paid any attention to me earlier and not just zoned out.” Jason retorts bitterly, because clearly now wasn’t the time to be asking him any favours but you persist.
“That was pretty fun, but Jason I need your help.” You begin in a low voice as you then continue “Could you see my friend real quick, I think he’s concussed but I want to know for certain.”
“You do know that you are qualified to assess people as well right?” Retorts Jason with a smug laugh and a scoff combined which makes a fucking ridiculous noise.
“Of course I do!” You snap angrily as you then start to explain “We’ve been drinking and I’m worried that I might miss something-“
“Did you meet another dude after me?!” Jason questions in disbelief whilst you shake your head in the negative.
“No! I know this guy from around we met up had a few drinks and then started dancing but then he fell onto a glass coffee table you get the idea.” You explain in one long and hurried breath, ending with a smile on your face for luck.
“Sounds like a pretty fucking messed up date to me.” Jason responds with a loud sigh as he then asks “So you want me to check out your friend real quick and then you will both leave?”
“Er, sure.” You nod in the affirmative which seems to please Jason even more.
“I know you don’t see me as anything other than a friend, but just know woman have been hounding me yet I wanted to chose you.” Jason states back on his bitter bullshit as he rewards you with a pretty pissed looking face.
“Well that’s not my fault, we were friends and you said let’s go out for a drink I didn’t realise it was a date!” You explain in an annoyed voice, because once again this whole conversation was going way off topic.
“You didn’t realise how I felt for you? After all this time and what, now you come to me begging for a favour!” Jason snaps angrily still clearly hung up on what had happened earlier.
“Just a small favour.” You explain with a smile hoping that it would help him decide your fate.
“Fine, fuck it! Where is your friend?” Jason questions waving his hand behind your head motioning towards the waiting area.
“Oh over there!” You turn and quickly point at Adrian, noticing both him and the elf were watching you both very carefully.
“The idiot dressed as an elf?!” Laughs Jason with another full on snort, which makes you roll your eyes back at him.
“No, the guy next to-“
“That guy?!” Jason announces loudly at the same time that you tell him, to lower his damn voice.
“What’s wrong with him? Also what happened to the elf guy-“
“It’s not him that you should be worried about.” Jason states with a nod as he takes a step closer, and starts talking quietly into your ear.
Adrian watches as you talk to the dude in the white lab coat, wondering if he was someone you knew and if so what was the connection, because he didn’t like how the guy was looking at you at all.
Disliking him on sight purely because he had taken you away from him, makes Adrian scoff to himself as he spots the elf guy grinning back, which only leaves him rewarding his new friend with a confused look.
“Don’t be too mad, your girl definitely isn’t into that guy over there so just play it cool.” Elf guy nods back in a low voice.
“I’m not mad-“
“Well your face says otherwise!” Laughs elf guy as he adds “It looks like you want to punch that dude right into next week!.”
“Does it-“
“Just tell your friend how you feel, because there is definitely something between you two I know it.” Elf guys states with a wide smile on his face.
“I don’t know dude, what if she laughs at me or worse doesn’t want to talk to me ever again!” Adrian practically shouts unaware that his elf friend, had suddenly walked off with who he was waiting for, leaving him ranting all by himself.
“I mean I couldn’t take the disappointment if she said no, we work together it would be a disaster I-“
“Are you ok?” You ask Adrian who was sitting by himself ranting loudly about what you were unsure.
“I’m just telling the elf guy-“ Adrian stops talking when he notices for the first time, that his talking buddy had left him sitting there alone.
“You did see him too right? The elf guy was real!” Adrian pleads for you to believe him whilst you arch an eyebrow at your teammate.
“How hard did you hit your head exactly?” You ask him worried all over again that he truly had a concussion.
“No, he was here he was real!” Adrian tells you with a wave of his hands as if to prove the point.
“Yeah, he was actually there but he left with his partner, the one who had an accident with a set of handcuffs.” You inform Adrian with a smirk when a wide smile creeps across his face.
“Sounds like my kind of party-“
“I’ve got someone to see you!” You begin with a smile cutting off Adrian explaining that “Jason will check you over he’s doing me a huge favour.”
“What does he get in return?” Adrian questions which makes you narrow your eyes back at him.
“Absolutely nothing, the guy owes me after being an asshole-“
“I’m gonna kick his ass!” Adrian yells standing up quickly from his seat, shoulders squared as he looked set to cause some damage.
“No! Just come with me and behave.” You tell Adrian in a firm voice, which he does after lowering his demeanour and giving you a firm nod.
Following behind you as you caught up with Jason at the reception desk, blatantly looking through the forms until he finds the right one, then with a nod in your direction he sets off back to his room.
Heading inside you hear Adrian close the door with a loud click, glancing back at him but he currently had an unreadable look on his face, which worried you but then spotting the fake smile on Jason’s face you pay attention to that instead.
“So what happened here then?” Jason asks Adrian who shrugs back at the doctor causing you to groan in annoyance.
“Like I’ve told you already, he just needs to be checked over after a heavy impact fall which I think has lead to a concussion.” You explain yet again, despite the fact that Jason wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.
“Someone bumped their head?” Chuckled Jason which makes Adrian clench a fist, but you hold up a hand to stop him from doing anything stupid.
“Behave-“ You begin in a super low voice.
“This guy is a douchebag!” Cuts in Adrian in his normal voice which is pretty loud.
“So, Adam?” Jason begins looking back up at Adrian as he asks “Do you have any blurred vision or headache right now?”
“No I don’t, because all I needed was a nap earlier on I’m fine really but the nurse here begged me to get looked at so here I am!” Adrian states with a grin aimed at a less impressed Jason.
“So you just do anything that she asks of you then Adam?” Jason questions blithely whilst you glare back at him.
“If you mean that I respect her and the choices she makes then sure!” Adrian shrugs nonchalantly whilst you felt your heart swell at your teammates words.
“Sure.” Jason states whilst pulling a face but he then continues asking Adrian questions about what had happened.
“Can you just give me some painkillers and then we can go?” Adrian asks once Jason has finished writing, something down on his clipboard, a horrible smirk appearing on his face.
“Got somewhere to be?” Jokes Jason as he steps closer to Adrian, ordering him to sit down so he can check out the supposed patient.
“I would rather be anywhere else than here right now.” Adrian snorts back making you nod back in agreement, especially seeing how Jason was acting like a real dick right now.
“Oh I bet you would, but I don’t think this nurse will be hooking up with you because she is a bit of a prick tease.” Jason states darkly whilst your eyes widen, and you cannot stop Adrian from jumping out of his seat.
“Take that back!” Adrian snaps whilst shoving Jason hard against the nearest wall, knocking a shelf filled with books which comes crashing down beside his boots but that was the least of his worries right now.
“You chose this creep over me?!” Jason retorts pushing Adrian away with a heavy shove, the pair of them glaring at one another both with angry looks on their faces.
“I didn’t chose anyone-“
“Well Adam, I hate to break it to you but there isn’t a chance in hell that you’ll be getting your dick wet tonight.” Jason states with a smug laugh, as he puts his clipboard back down onto his desk.
“You fuck-“ Adrian throws himself at Jason who wasn’t prepared, as they both fall down to the floor, your teammate punching Jason as you let him get a couple of shots in.
“Get off me or I’m calling the cops!” Jason cries out which stops Adrian, at the same time he is thrown off the doctor hitting the floor yet again.
“Let’s go!” You shout at Adrian who kicks Jason once more as you both run out of the room, back through the depressing waiting area then straight outside to catch your breathes.
“What an asshole-“
“Thank you for sticking up for me!” You announce suddenly feeling completely overwhelmed by tonight, so you reach out for Adrian wrapping your arms around his wide shoulders, as you lean in for a hug.
“It’s ok.” Adrian replies quietly whilst placing an arm around your lower back, with each of you holding the other up, because neither of you wanted to break away first it seemed.
A horn is what makes you break apart, not for the first time this evening as you look up to see a cab stopping in front of you both, even more surprising when Adrian motions for you to get in after opening the door for you.
“Did you call-“
“Arranged it an hours ago, when I was talking to the Elf who we all saw in the waiting area.” Adrian cuts you off for clarity closely followed by a grin.
“You are so full of surprises Adrian.” You begin with a smile as you then add “Let’s go back to Peacemaker’s trailer.”
“What together? You still want to hang out with me after all this.” Adrian questions with an apprehensive look on his face.
“I can’t leave you alone remember, I need to make sure you’re safe.” You inform him with a laugh when you see Adrian’s smile, which was genuine and so damn cute.
“I definitely like the sound of that.” Adrian states with a chuckle, as the cab drives off into the night, anticipation still in the air between the two teammates.
For over an hour now Chris had been sitting here with Lita, enjoying it deeply when she had undressed in front of him, but now just wearing underwear she was refusing to go anywhere near him which was drastically ruining his mood.
Supposedly Lita had a surprise for him but it was after one in the morning, and Chris was getting pretty desperate enough to sneak to the bathroom even, and check the saved tabs on his phone with porn on the go what a great time to be alive.
A loud knock at the door has Chris hoping that it was for him, seeing the grin appear on Lita’s face as someone walks into the apartment, whilst he cannot believe his fucking eyes at what he was seeing right now…
“Let’s tag team!” Jonah shouts loudly dressed in a tight rubber Batman suit, complete with his peachy ass hanging out of said uniform.
“What the fuck-“
“Surprise!” Lita cuts him off excitedly as she rushes over to Jonah adding “It’s time for you to team up boys and make me see stars!”
“Wait, you want me to fuck you with Batman in on the action? I cannot stand that pretentious motherfucker!” Chris snaps clearly this was the line reached, hell it had been crossed hours ago yet here he was.
“Either join in or just watch then I don’t care!” Lita retorts swiftly but not without adding “This would’ve been way more fun if you had just worn your damn Peacemaker suit.”
Chris watches as Lita pulls Jonah slash Batman towards her, placing her hands on his ass whilst his tongue did the talking, despite all of this he couldn’t look away as he watched them getting down to business.
What the hell was he doing here?
This night had taken so many turns, Chris shouldn’t even be surprised it had landed here, watching as Batman slash Jonah went down on Lita his head buried deep between her thighs.
“It’s not too late to join us?” Gasps Lita as she catches Chris watching, this was one of her all time fantasies and she needed both of them to take part.
“Fuck it.” Chris declares getting up from his seat on the couch, he had been in worse situations than this so he knew exactly what to do…
Arriving back at the trailer you soon learn that Chris never locks the window in his bedroom, and that’s how you find yourself climbing back into his place, noticing the large messy bed which despite the silk sheets looked rather inviting right now.
“Is that how you get in here?” You ask Adrian in a teasing voice, which makes him grin back with a nod.
“Sure, Chris never closes his window’s properly and I’ve crashed in that bed a few times as well it’s very comfortable.” Adrian explains nonchalantly, whilst you reward him with an arched eyebrow.
“Having sleepovers?” You question with a laugh at the image appearing in your head, Adrian being the little spoon whilst him and Chris snuggle together.
“Something like that-“
“Oh shit, we still have to clean up this fucking mess!” You cut off Adrian following behind him, as you enter the living area at the other end of the trailer, noticing the Christmas tree still lit up and looking pretty good.
“I can fix that, but could you go and look for some food because I’m starving!” Adrian delegates whilst already walking away from you, to head back towards the bedroom clearly on a mission.
“Because of course a woman’s place is in the damn kitchen.” You mutter not for the first time tonight, but regardless you do as you are told and look for something to eat.
Seeing how your plan was to refuel and then you definitely needed sleep, despite the time there wasn’t a chance in hell that you were sleeping here, not trusting yourself after what had happened between you and Adrian previously.
Because back in the cab earlier sitting next to Adrian you had felt an urge, especially after the hug before the car had appeared and ruined whatever could’ve been, seeing how you had also fantasied several scenarios featuring your teammate all the way back here.
Even more surprising was that Adrian had been silent all the way back as well, usually you would have to physically place a hand over his mouth, but this usually yielded different responses none of which helped at all.
So to be sitting beside Adrian whilst he was clearly lost in his own thoughts, it was a once in a lifetime sight seeing his brows furrowed, chewing his bottom lip whilst you had resisted the need to kiss him again.
All these stupid fucking feelings that you held down deeply before were rising to the surface, the ones you had tried to ignore but had alway left you feeling frustrated, like right now because all you could find in the fridge was a large chicken salad in a blue plastic bowl.
“Honey, that looks delicious!” Adrian says suddenly standing close beside you, as you proceed to jump out of your skin.
“Someone’s jumpy!” Laughs Adrian nudging his arm against yours, causing heat to flush your skin, which was definitely becoming a problem that you didn’t need.
“Just grab some forks, did you sort out the coffee table?” You ask Adrian who nods as he quickly looks away with a sly grin on his face.
Returning to the couch and the scene of the crime, you are not entirely surprised to see a blanket covering the mess, but it isn’t just any blanket it’s the American flag one that had moments ago been on Chris’ bedroom wall.
“I think Peacemaker is gonna notice that.” You tell Adrian with a laugh, whilst he shrugs and takes a seat on the couch.
“That’s a problem for future Adrian, right now I just want some of that salad could we sprinkle a bunch chips in there?” Adrian asks you with a smile as you silently nod back at him.
With the TV off and the kitchen lights on low the tree illuminates the whole room, a soft glow which made you feel safe as you silently ate with Adrian, even noting for posterity how cute he looked whilst eating…fuck you needed to get a grip.
Blaming the awesome job that you had done on the trailer, making it look as Christmassy as fuck which in turn made it almost look sort of romantic, perhaps if you squinted because this was an open opportunity that you needed to make it count.
Seeing how you were now at the last chance saloon because you couldn’t be walking around, with all of these ridiculous feelings about your teammate, it was now or never because Chris would soon return to his trailer and completely ruin the moment between you two.
“I can’t believe you work with that asshole, the one that I had the absolute fucking misfortune of meeting.” Adrian states with an annoyed look on his face, breaking into the silence which makes you slowly glance in his direction.
“Thanks to you hopefully I can avoid him now and never have to see his face again.” You reply with a smile back at Adrian whose face softens as if on cue.
“Well if he does bother you again, then your friend Vigilante will have to pay the guy a little visit.” Adrian informs you darkly, whilst not quite meeting your eye at the same time.
“That’s not necessary-“
“Oh, but it definitely is! You deserve a lot better than that douche bag and I won’t let him near you again.” Adrian tells you whole heartedly, his green eyes staring directly at you, which sets off the butterflies in your stomach just hopefully not alien ones.
“Thanks Adrian that means a lot that I’ve got you on my side.” You tell him sweetly complete with a sincere smile, watching as the flickering lights reflect off his glasses.
“I’ve always been on your side.” Adrian explains with yet another friendly nudge, his shoulder brushing your bare one which makes you shudder involuntarily.
“Are you cold?” Adrian asks whilst quickly glancing around the living area for inspiration, until he finally decides that his arm is adequate enough sliding it slowly around your shoulders.
On cue you freeze up feeling his warm fingers brush against your arm soothingly, it’s then you find yourself enjoying the moment as you turn to face Adrian, with him looking cockily back in your direction.
“Feeling better?” Adrian asks in a low but concerned voice, making you nod back in the affirmative with a shy smile.
Adrian the guy who claims not to have any human emotions, but was pretty good at seeing right into your soul, unless he was able to observe people better now but you were always quite easy to read.
“How’s your head now?” You ask him whilst resisting the impulse to run your hands through his hair, feeling those unruly curls gliding through your fingers.
“Fine, how are your lips?” Adrian quips back with a wide smile, whilst his eyes shoot down to the aforementioned body part.
“Good, how is your thigh?” You question with a flirty giggle that unashamedly escapes from your lips.
“Healing nicely nurse, but it might need a little kiss for luck.” Adrian grins back from enjoying the delightful noise that you had made a little too much.
“Oh, but it’s a real shame I’m off duty right now.” You joke back glancing down at your teammates thighs, but instead something else gets your full attention making you open your mouth.
“That’s so unlucky, because I’ve got a big problem that might just need your help right now.” Adrian tells you in a deep voice, complete with an almost pained expression on his face.
“I can see-“
“Shit, I’m making this really fucking awkward aren’t I?” Begins Adrian cutting you off whilst at the same removing his arm and starts babbling that “Chris likes to tell me when I’m being awkward, and I feel that this is fast becoming one of those scenarios.”
“No, I was actually really enjoying the moment-“
“You were?!” Adrian cuts you off with an exasperated look as he exclaims “And now I’ve gone and ruined it I’m so stupid!”
“We can easily get back on track.” You begin whilst placing a hand on Adrian’s face, his eyes searching yours as you add “You’ve helped me out so much tonight I think I should return the favour.”
“You don’t have to-“
“Adrian, I want to!” You cut him off in frustration stating that “I definitely see me sucking your cock in my future.”
“Ugh that’s so hot!” Adrian shudders as you lean closer to him, taking this as your cue to make the first move, your lips hurriedly returning back to his just like long lost lovers.
Adrian’s tongue glides slowly across yours as you sigh back into his open mouth, letting the kiss intensify elicits a warm groan from yourself, causing your teammate to pull you onto his lap in one swift move his thick thighs making your legs spread wider apart.
“I can’t believe this is happening-“
“Believe it!” You announce hurriedly cutting Adrian off as you pull up your tank top, throwing it behind you as you spot the look on his face.
“Your tits are amazing-“
“Thanks for noticing!” You wink back then sigh when you feel Adrian’s hands, grip onto your waist pulling you closer onto his lap.
The erection that had made your mouth fall open earlier, brushing against your inner thigh causing Adrian to jerk his hips upwards, as you grind down into a seated position to hold him in place.
“You are going to be the death of me-“
“Now don’t get too excited.” You tell him in a cool voice, as he reopens his green eyes a playful glint in them as he licks his full bottom lip.
“I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and fuck I’m pretty close to ruining it again!” Adrian sighs impatiently, at the same time that you smile widely at his admission.
“How long?” You question glancing directly at Adrian who looked like he was unable to focus.
“Too fucking long! What about you how many times have you thought about me?” Adrian replies with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Pretty often, especially when I hit a certain spot with one of my many toys-“
“Oh fuck, I’m dead!” Adrian cuts you off as he leans forward to kiss you hungrily, whilst your arms wrap around his neck and desperate hands enthusiastically tug at the back of his long sleeve top.
“Take this off real quick before you go!” You announce with a giggle, tugging harder on Adrian’s top at the same time that he moves away from your lips.
Together you make short work of removing his long sleeve, and within moments Adrian’s head re appears with glasses askew and curly hair stuck to his forehead, but it’s the smug grin on his face that makes you fully stare.
“Wow-“
“You’re seen me shirtless many times being a nurse and all, so why are you wearing your horny eyes?” Adrian questions with a chuckle, because no matter what you would say he clearly already knew the answer.
“Because not only do I get to touch you like this.” You begin placing a hand flat on his lower abdomen, you move closer to his right ear and explain “I can do this as well.”
Letting your hand slowly glide down over the delicious ripple of abs, the ones that you so desperately wanted to taste but for now, you just let your hand rest on top of the bulge in his pants feeling his cock pulse from your touch.
Adrian groans when you bite his cherry red ear lobe palming him until he jerks his hips upwards again, causing you to lean back spying a zip that would conveniently help move things along, glancing up to clock the look on your teammates face.
“I can’t do this on your lap.” You decide out loud putting an impromptu plan into motion.
“Hey, come back!” Adrian cuts you off when you move off him, but then seconds later you drop down onto your knees,large eyes glancing back up through your lashes.
“Now, where were we?” You ask Adrian placing both of your hands on his shoulders, whilst a wicked grin appearing on your face at the same time.
Pushing Adrian back on the couch with a wiggle of one of your fingers, you wanted nothing more right now than to have your way with him finally, all of your fantasies were moments from becoming a reality.
It’s then your lips finally met warm skin and you proceed to slowly lick and kiss your way down his chest, until you stop at his trail of dark hair below his belly button, the treasure trail that could quite possibly be leading you to somewhere magical.
“Enjoying your make out sesh with my abs?” Adrian questions complete with a smile and an arched eyebrow.
“I’ve only just started.” You pout back eyes fixed on Adrian’s, whilst your hands work their own magic, deftly pulling down his zip which makes him hitch his breath.
Looking down you free him from the confines of his pants, watching as his cock bounces free, causing you to lick your bottom lip whilst Adrian groans in desperation as you make your first move.
“Oh fuck!” Adrian cries out as you waste no time filling your mouth with his dick, opening it wide as you take as much as you can of him, like a viper about to leave a mark on their victim.
For someone who was accused of having a thimble sized cock, you feel your pussy throb around nothing as he stretches your lips wide, he was thick and you were ready to suck the guy dry.
Moving your head painfully slow as you devour him with your mouth, it makes a smile cross your lips when you feel his hands grip onto your head, arching his hips to help deepen the position whilst you look up with salty tears stinging your eyes.
Adrian already looked fucked what with his glasses bouncing on his nose, and him biting his bottom lip hungrily as his green eyes watched your every fucking move, so it was time to put on a little show for him because he was already leaking into your mouth.
Introducing a hand you hold his cock tightly then proceed to suck on his head, practically making out with it tongues and all, as you increased the speed of your hand with every pump causing Adrian to let a strew of curses fall form his lips.
“I’m gonna-“
You move your hand and gladly swallow as much of Adrian as you can once again, feeling his release warmly coat your throat as his cock bounced in your mouth, trying not to choke but you wanted to taste every last drop of him on your tongue.
“Am I in heaven?” Adrian questions eventually with a shocked, but also sated look on his face.
“No, but I’m glad you enjoyed it-“
“Enjoyed it? That’s all I’m going to think about now when I jerk off.” Adrian states with a grin which takes a turn for the sexy, when he leans forward and kisses you.
Clearly tasting himself as his tongue collides with yours, causing you to grip a hand onto the back of his hair, liquid pooling between your thighs whilst an electric bolt of anticipation rocks through your body.
“Get back up here.” Adrian demands in a deep voice as he takes your hand to quickly pull you up, as you sit on your knees on the couch removing your bra in one move.
Readjusting his glasses you watch Adrian as his eyes are laser focused on your breasts, even under his obsessive gaze you feel like a million dollars, until he dips his head to taste your pebbled nipple and all thoughts fail to exist after that.
Letting his mouth choose between your two breasts, Adrian playfully continues to explore you whilst you balance your hands on his broad shoulders, leaning into his touch like your whole existence depended on it.
“Now it’s my turn.” Adrian states ordering you to lean back on the other side of the couch, resting your back against the taped up arm all the while your teammate spreads your legs at the knees.
“Before you start I think there is something that you should know.” You begin solemnly trying to hide smirk, which was threatening to appear on your face.
“What?” Adrian questions looking away from your thighs when he hears the tone of your voice.
“It’s just that I’m a bit of a screamer-“
“Being vocal during sex is a huge turn on for me, so be as loud as you want babe.” Adrian cuts you off with a statement of his own and a wink which makes you roll your eyes back.
“Noted.” You reply back with a laugh revelling in the delicious fact, that you were so comfortable around Adrian that you could joke whilst half naked and fully aroused.
“So, how long will it take?” Adrian asks tapping your thigh, also signalling with his hand for you to lift your ass in the air which you do like a good girl.
Watching him as his eyes take in the sight of you pulling down your underwear, he let’s it sit half way down your thighs whilst he openly gulps, making you feel completely exposed and loving every second of it.
“How long will what take?” You ask quietly watching as Adrian continues to tug your last item of clothing off, delighting in the fact when you are naked by biting his bottom lip with excitement.
“Oh, just wondering how long before I will have you screaming out my name.” States Adrian on an exhale, the blacks of his eyes looked blown which made him look intense to say the least.
“Well what are you waiting-“
You are cut off not for the first time by Adrian’s lips he sure did love to kiss, but you are so caught up by his tongue chasing yours, it isn’t until he is practically on top of you that a sigh escapes from your open mouth.
Having pulled down his pants already while you had been adjusting your position on the couch, Adrian has one of his thighs pressed bare up against your leaking cunt a smug grin on his face, as he rocks his leg up and down very slowly.
“Fuck you are soaking wet!” Adrian announces with glee, placing a large hand on your right thigh gripping the soft skin hard, which has you opening your legs wider so he could see your wet lips.
“What are you waiting for?” You question with a loud scoff, sounding very much like a brat, because you needed Adrian to do something right now.
“So inpatient.” Adrian begins with a laugh then slowly dipping his head between your thighs he asks out loud “Let’s see how many licks it takes to get to your centre.”
“Adrian, please-“
Applying barely enough pressure Adrian licks a faint almost imaginative line, down from the hood of your clit all the way to your asshole, which makes you gasp as he then moves his head again.
“Where is your clitoris again?” Adrian ask with glee whilst you reward him with a glare, but seconds later he has resumed his position and you feel his titillating mouth bruise exactly where you wanted it to.
Consuming your clit whole Adrian glides the top of his tongue, in ever decreasing circles over the pulse of your pussy, savouring the sweet taste as it leaks from your folds making him want to explore with his tongue deeper.
You cry out when two of his fingers spread you open, feeling your pussy muscles tighten as he fills you easily letting his digits glide in and out, causing you to gasp when his mouth decides to join in on the action.
“Finally you are putting that mouth to good use Adrian!” You practically scream as his fingers start to fuck you faster, obscenely wet noises make warm heat appear across your face.
Adrian is too busy to reply enjoying your hands pulling at his hair, whilst he was wishing that he could do this again already, only thing was that he desperately wanted to watch you come undone courtesy of his talented tongue.
Curling his fingers so they grazed your sweet spot with delicious precision, causing you to arch your back whilst your head was spinning, his mouth relentless in its quest to destroy you as your body is rendered helpless.
Muscles shuddering as Adrian performed his impressive dance with his tongue, whilst you feel your core tightening against the fluttering of pleasure that was building up, pretty soon you were about to free fall into oblivion the very idea makes you clench around his fingers.
Groaning in response Adrian speeds up his fingers as he continues to eat your pussy, almost as if this was his very last meal and he didn’t want to ever forget it, you choke out a breath gripping a hand into his hair as if it was your only lifeline.
“Oh fuck, I’m so close-“
“Come for me.” Adrian demands lifting his head momentarily, but then placing his mouth firmly over your clit which causes you to finally bloom.
Crying out loudly you continue to feel Adrian’s fingers pumping you, as he chases your orgasm which has your muscles spasming, whilst tears fall from your eyes as you try to remember how to breathe.
As the pleasure diminishes you have a wide smile on your face, carding a hand through Adrian’s hair as he continues to gentle coax you with his tongue, until he increases the pressure which has you reaching another high as you groan with pure delight.
“Okay, that’s enough Adrian.” You tell him pulling up his head by his hair, revealing a smug smile framed by puffy lips and those damn dimples.
“Must have more.” Adrian demands quietly but you shake your head causing him to sit up on his knees, whilst his thick cock is pointing in your direction waiting for you to take the lead again.
“I agree.” You nod with smile moving so you are back in your first position, straddling Adrian as he rewards you with wet kisses.
“Hey.” Adrian greets you with a boyish grin hurriedly readjusting his glasses, as you melt from the cute expression on his face.
“Hi.” You smirk back playfully.
“So, we are still doing this?” Adrian questions watching you carefully, whilst you nod back sincerely.
“I need to feel you-“
“Are you on anything? Otherwise I might have a condom in my utility belt.” Adrian cuts you off with an informative voice.
“On the pill, I’m good.” You begin with a nod of your head as you look down and continue “But I might not survive after sitting on your cock, dude you are truly hung!”
“Me, really?” Questions Adrian with a surprised look on his face.
“Sure thing! Now let’s see if you know how to use it properly.” You tease with a grin which makes Adrian scoff back in return, glancing back down at his thick cock that was more girth than length but you were impressed.
“You are going to be eating those words when-“
Adrian is suddenly incapable of speech when you rub your pussy lips against his cock, then without a second thought you start to sink down, feeling him fill you up so well the sweet burn a reminder of what was in store.
Sitting fully seated on Adrian now your eyes meet as he finally reopens his, feeling his cock throb against your muscles causes them to spasm in response, which makes the both of you groan in unison.
Adrian places his hands firmly on your hips then follows the curves downwards, gripping onto your ass cheeks as you take the hint and slowly start to bounce on his cock, seconds later he joins in on the pace which makes a laugh fall from your lips.
“I hope you aren’t laughing at me-“
“Course not! You are basically too good at this.” You cut off Adrian with a firm nod closely followed by as sigh as pleasure rebuilds inside once again.
“That’s true, but you get an honourable mention!” Adrian grins back as you roll your eyes back at him and he explains “But I’m enjoying this back and forth we have it’s refreshing to talk to someone whilst fucking them.”
“It really is.” You state back in a low yet sincere voice, wanting to remember this moment after you had finished being railed by an insatiable Adrian.
“Let’s change positions!” Adrian declares after a particularly deep thrust, which almost sends you off his lap but makes you laugh regardless.
“From behind-“
“Cowgirl but I get to see your ass!” Adrian cuts you off with a hopeful voice as he elaborates that “Just anything with that peachy ass please.”
“We need room-“
“By the Christmas tree then?” Adrian announces as you stand up from his cock, with him quickly following suit and moments later, you are both on the thin carpeted floor but somehow it’s romantic.
“Turn around.” Adrian demands as you quickly do as you’re told, cheekily bending down so your best feature is sticking up in the air.
Feeling one of Adrian’s hand placed flat on your lower back, you hear him move closer position in himself just so, then just before you give up on all hope he finally slides back in.
From this position his cock nudges the very spot that drives you crazy, as you meet each of his skilled thrusts with ease lost in the momentum, with heat rising over your body and that magnetic pulse of rocketing pleasure soon takes over.
“Fuck your pussy feels so good! I want you to touch your clit for me.” Adrian cries out with a jagged thrust clearly he was getting a close as you were.
Without saying a word you guide your right hand down between your thighs, rubbing two pads over the puckering bundle of nerves, making you shudder as Adrian increases his speed fucking into your pussy like his life depended on it.
Circling the clitoris with your fingers you start to feel the familiar sensation taking over, your body winding itself up tight moments before your core was due to erupt with euphoric pleasure, a gasp escaping from your mouth when it finally arrives.
“Fuck, you are so fucking tight when you come!” Adrian cries out chasing his own end, as you feel his release dripping out from your already saturated pussy.
“I like to keep my muscles in check.” You joke back with a sigh, falling onto your back on the floor with a light thud.
“Both me and my cock thank you for your services!” Adrian declares with a grin as he leans over you, placing his hands just above your head.
“You nerd-“
“Call me what you want but I just know that you had a lot of fun!” Adrian smirks smugly knowing for a fact that you did, because his tongue ached a little because of it but he would gladly do it again.
“I really did.” You glance up to see Adrian smiling back, but then he leans in for a soft kiss the perfect end to a very bizarre night.
Right this second Chris couldn’t decide what was worse, either no sex at all or bad sex which unfortunately he had experienced tonight, with a Batman fanboy in tow no less shuddering at the memory of what had happened.
If it had just been him and Lita getting it on then Chris would’ve had a great time, when instead Jonah kept wanting to join in by constantly waving his cock in Peacemakers face, just to get him to suck it whilst his date had wanted them both to plow her in unison.
Under normal circumstances this would’ve been fun but the Batman suit was off putting, plus Jonah was an annoying asshole so demanding during sex, even Lita had enough in the end chucking them both out in favour of her shower head apparently.
It was just his fucking luck that tonight had ended this way, with Chris feeling more frustrated than before knowing that, not even his flashlight could cope with the kind of desperation that he currently felt right now.
Noticing that his trailer was still standing strong as he exits the cab, Chris knew that at first light he would go out shooting either alone or with Vigilante, because blowing shit up was cool and also very distracting.
So much for tonight improving his mood though not to mention his libido, knowing that if he saw Harcourt he wouldn’t be able to cope, sure Chris was sounding pathetic but he took solace in the fact that he wasn’t as much of an asshole as Jonah was.
Grabbing his key from his pants pocket Chris walks into a silent trailer, noticing that the lights were on in the kitchen and he had a counter filled with empty beer bottles, surely he hadn’t drunk that many before he left earlier.
“Is anyone still here?” Chris asks out loud swearing that he heard a noise, but he is distracted by the mess on the floor a neat pile of his porn magazines.
“Adrian, I hope that you aren’t jerking off somewhere!” Chris chuckles then pulls a face as he steps over his collection of porno’s, some of which were valuable in knowledge and good old fashioned pleasure.
With his pet Eagle away and Chris left alone he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but something catches his eye as he gets closer to the living area, a large tree smothered in gold tinsel glowing softly against the yellow lights.
“Why are the lights even off?” Chris mutters out loud in annoyance.
“It’s romantic dude!” Declares Adrian nonchalantly but then flinches when you pinch him on the arm.
Switching on the lights causes Adrian to curse loudly whilst you place a hand over your eyes, the pair of you still on the floor now wrapped in the American flag blanket, both still naked and cuddled together on this cold December night.
“Dude, what the fuck?!” Chris shouts in an angry voice causing you to finally open your eyes again.
“We can explain-“
“Also what the hell happened to my coffee table? Please tell me that it wasn’t a sex thing.” Chris cuts off an imploring Adrian with a grimace on his face.
“No it-“
“Yes, it was a sex thing!” Adrian exclaims over you with a firm nod of his head, curls bouncing from the motion whilst you tut back at him.
“What did I say about not destroying my trailer dude!” Chris sighs weakly because he was well and truly done, with both this evening and all the shit it had entailed.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Adrian questions whilst leaning up on one of his elbows, exposing his bare chest in the process but he fails to even notice this.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Chris states darkly hoping that would finally be the end of it.
“That bad a night huh.” You retort back with a smirk, because Peacemaker liked to be overdramatic at times.
“What about you guys?” Chris motions with his hand from Adrian to the nurse, both lying under his well loved blanket, the one that had until now been tacked to his bedroom wall.
“Oh, we had sex!” Adrian states with a confident laugh.
“Both of you naked under a blanket was kind of a giveaway.” Chris retorts with a small grin, because at least someone had some fun tonight just sucked that it hadn’t been him.
“I’m so embarrassed-“
“You do look cute when you blush!” Chris announces to you with a laugh, noticing the red on your cheeks, and also the way that you kept covering yourself back under the blanket.
“Doesn’t she!” Adrian declares warmly, whilst keeping his arm around your waist for protection.
“Fuck it, I’m going!” You retort sitting up quickly, whilst so trying to protect your modesty.
“Wait you need to get dressed!” Adrian reminds you, whilst you just roll your eyes back at him with a grin.
“Well I hope you two didn’t do it all over my trailer, cos if you did then I’m gonna have to burn the whole place down.” Chris deadpans with a ragged laugh.
“Just under the tree, because it is almost Christmas after all..” Adrian states adding a wink for luck in your direction.
“Fine, I’m going to pass out so you guys can stay on the couch, but if I hear you two at it again I will chuck you out.” Chris demands in a tired voice, which makes his threat seem less menacing.
“I can gag him-“
“Adrian is pretty loud in the sack.” Chris comments with a nod, because he had firsthand experience on the matter.
“How do you know that?!” You question with a snort, surprised because Chris was actually right for once.
“Funny story-“
“Not really three AM funny Adrian.” Chris reprimands him, whilst shaking his head at the mess that once was his coffee table.
“Someone’s grumpy.” Adrian sulks back pouting his bottom lip, which makes him look super cute.
“Someone’s horny so either come join me in bed and I can show you, or just stay on the floor.” Chris demands in a challenging voice.
“Who are you talking to-“
“Both or neither I don’t care, let me give you your Christmas present.” Chris cuts Adrian off with a cheeky smile.
“If it’s a dick in a box then that’s a big negative.” You announce flippantly making Adrian look back in your direction.
“Thats a good SNL sketch-“
“Last chance guys!” Chris shouts as he leaves the living area to head to his room on a mission.
“What do you say?” Adrian questions indulgently.
“I say-“
“Let’s do this?” Adrian questions whilst cutting you off in a very excited voice.
“Let’s-“
“Get this party started, happy almost holidays and a merry ménage et trois everyone!” Chris shouts loudly, reappearing suddenly in just his underwear muscles and everything on show.
“Who is he talking to?” You ask looking around the living area in confusion, whilst trying not to look back at Peacemaker.
“I have no idea but I think we should definitely go join him.” Adrian shrugs with a smile, already moving the blanket away as he goes to stand.
“What will happen-“
“Hey wait! Did Chris try and break the fourth wall just then?” Adrian cuts you off thinking back to a few moments ago and what Chris had said to them.
“I think that’s just a marvel thing.” You reply with an indulgent shrug.
“What’s marvel?” Adrian asks with a wrinkled nose.
“Never mind .” You inform Adrian with a silly grin.
“So what’s the answer-“
“Think you could do that thing again with your tongue?” You ask Adrian with a cheeky smile.
“It would be my pleasure…”
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Stress Reliever (Jacob Custos x Reader)
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Jacob bothers you one too many times after a bad day, leaving you no choice but to take your frustration out on him. Or, WebMD says that sex can relieve migraine headaches.
Word Count: 5K
Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!Jacob, degradation and praise kink, riding, safe sex, begging, dirty talk
crossposted on ao3!
“Fuck this job.”
You were at your wit’s end with these kids. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to take a job at a summer camp, surrounded by rowdy children twenty-four seven? It didn’t help that Mr. Hackett was down two counselors, leaving yourself and Kaitlyn to pick up the extra duties that were originally assigned to them.
You’d only been here for a month but you still weren’t used to the sweltering heat. It seemed like every day the humidity got worse and more and more bugs spawned from the woods.
“What’d the kiddos do this time?” Your fellow camp counselor Dylan hopped over the log you were on to take a seat next to you, slinging his arm over your shoulder.
Dylan was always a saving grace away from your responsibilities in camp. He never failed to make you laugh when you were stressed out, unlike a certain counselor of yours who always added onto your recurring migraines.
“I swear to god, they’re going to make me raid the nurse’s medicine cabinet any day now,” you reply, rubbing your temples with your free hand, the other occupied squeezing a makeshift stress ball you may have borrowed from one of the kids. “This is my second migraine this week and it’s only Wednesday.”
Dylan hissed, rubbing your shoulder in sympathy. “Well at least you don’t have much more to do today. You know you’re always cool to hang out with me in the radio hut.” He handed you a water bottle, no doubt one he’d been holding onto for a while due to how lukewarm it was. “I can always put on some calmer tunes to soothe your mind.”
You sigh as you take a long sip of the water. “You know I appreciate the offer Dyl, but I’d much rather—”
“Heyyy, my two favorite party people!”
Oh no.
Jacob bothered you to no end. Ever since he flirted with you not even 24 hours after you arrived at Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, he was always managing to find you around the camp, absolving you from the few moments of peace and quiet you could get in this hectic place. You knew he was a nice guy, but he acted a bit too…conceited for your taste.
You turned your head sharply to give him a polite smile, but you knew with the pounding of your head it probably looked more like a grimace.
“Jacob, my man! What’s happening?” You were grateful that Dylan spoke up first, raising his hand to connect a fist bump with Jacob. Much to your dismay, Jacob decided to plop down on the log right across from you, so close that his foot was touching yours.
“Hey, Jacob,” you reply in a much gentler tone than intended. You had hoped he would leave, but by the looks of it he was planning on staying until you followed him back to the lodge. Typical.
“Oh, my dudes, okay, so I was gathering the kids back at the lodge for lunch, but since we were at the lake, we had to pass the art cabin. And you will not believe what I just saw at the art cabin!” He exclaimed. Jacob was clearly excited, his face lighting up as it usually did when he was about to divulge into a topic for minutes.
You winced at the volume of his voice, trying your best to hide it. Jacob was fairly sensitive, and if he got the hint that you were too interested in this conversation right now you knew it would put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day. You really didn’t want to deal with an upset Jacob on top of your migraine and sore limbs from running around all day.
“The art cabin? Oh, so did Emma finally make a move on Abi?” Dylan asked as you squeezed your stress ball tighter. His hand that was only your shoulder moved down to your forearm, giving you a comforting rub.
Jacob glanced down at where Dylan’s hand connected with your arm and he cleared his throat.
“Well– uh– yeah, she– okay what’s going on with you two?” Jacob suddenly changed the topic, nodding his head towards your close contact with Dylan.
Dylan drew his hand back and you sighed, not wanting to get into this now. Jacob always got antsy like this when it came to you, like he had some sort of claim on you. He got annoyed whenever you interacted with any of the other male counselors. Even Dylan, your closest friend at the camp, who was very much gay and very much into Ryan was not spared from Jacob’s jealousy issues.
Jacob continued. “Making moves on the little medic, huh? Not cool dude, she’s like, totally not into you, man.” He said, looking like he was trying to size Dylan up. Your co-counselors began calling you by the nickname “little medic” after you had (not so graciously) offered to take the nursing position that was supposed to be for one of the two counselors who bailed. With the kids constantly running around and getting injured, you began to bring a first aid kit with you when you had to complete your other duties and the others teased you for it relentlessly.
Jacob’s volume had increased and your ears were ringing even worse, a sign that it was probably time for you to go take a nap. Whenever Jacob usually got like this you would spend the rest of the day with him, letting him take you to wherever location he desired and indulging in his conversations and play fights. But that wasn’t an option now, with your head pounding and hands all shaky, all you wanted to do right now was relieve some stress.
You take a deep inhale before starting, “Jacob, please–”
“Back off man,” Dylan interrupts, “She’s not interested in you either, and she sure as hell doesn’t want to see you right now. Can’t you see that you’re bothering her?” He glared at Jacob, now finally standing up to be chest-to-chest with the athlete and his back towards you. You knew Dylan was only doing this so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself, but he had a way of antagonizing Jacob that you knew would only escalate this situation a lot farther than you wanted it to.
Jacob let out a malicious laugh and put his hands on his hips. “You think this is fucking funny? You really think your puny little ass–”
“Enough!”
Both boys turned to look at you for your surprising outburst, Dylan with a look of guilt and Jacob with one of surprise. You were never really one to speak out, one of the more soft-spoken members of your ragtag group.
“Jacob.” You acknowledge the larger of the two, clasping your hands in front of you like a prayer. “I haven’t been having the best of days so I would really appreciate you lowering your voice just a bit. Please.” You hoped he would get the memo that you wanted to be left alone, but knowing Jacob like you did he wasn’t one to take a hint.
“Well– Dylan was the one that started it!” he sputtered, pouting like he usually did when you scolded him. 
Dylan rolled his eyes and snickered. “That was all you, my man. How does it feel to strike out with our little medic once again?”
The comment clearly bothers Jacob as he pushes on Dylan’s shoulders, jaw clenching and eyes flaring up. “Is there something else you want to say to me, huh?”
“Okay, that’s it!” You grab Jacob’s hand forcefully, pulling him away from Dylan before things get more physical. You look up at Jacob with a glare. “You and I are going to handle this somewhere else.”
As you start to drag Jacob in the opposite direction of the lodge, you turn back to Dylan.
“If I’m not back by dinnertime, you better send someone to get me. I am not going to miss a meal to deal with this.”
He gives you a mock salute and wink, walking backwards away from the two of you. “Aye, aye, doc.”
You let out a giggle and continue on your way, feeling Jacob grasp your hand just a little bit tighter.
                                        ***
Jacob was not the best with confrontation. He was also not the best when it came to talking to you. He hoped you didn’t notice how sweaty his palms were.
“W-where are we going?” Jacob finally asks you after a couple of moments of the two of you walking in silence.
You let out a sigh. “Somewhere that we won’t get interrupted.”
Jacob almost choked on his saliva. Did you understand what you meant when you worded it like that? He quickly decided that he wouldn’t really mind if you did. At this point, Jacob was just happy to get some extra alone time with you, even if you were planning on yelling at him.
An awkward silence ensued as you concentrated on bringing him to wherever it was you claimed would give you two some privacy. Just thinking about it made Jacob feel all giddy inside.
After walking through the woods for a while, Jacob finally recognized where the two of you were. You had taken him back to the cabins and you were leading him to an older building, the one with a broken bed that was currently not being used by anyone. 
Before Jacob could comprehend what was happening, you had led him into the cabin, slammed the door behind you, and pushed against his chest to make him take a seat on the not-broken bed. The fire in your eyes was something that Jacob had never really seen before from you. He was a bit embarrassed to admit it, but your sudden show of dominance turned him on. Just a bit.
“Jacob. Look at me.” Your hands were on your hips as you eyed him with a stern look on your face. He may have been a bit too concentrated on some other parts of you.
He gulped and made eye contact with you, fingers digging into the bare mattress pad. “Y-yeah? What did I do wrong?”
As soon as he saw your face, he knew that was the wrong thing to say. Your brows furrowed and the glare you gave him would have made him jump in place if it was from anyone who wasn’t you.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” You huffed. “I told you that I was having a bad day! You can’t take a fucking hint and leave me alone for one goddamn day in your life. You’re lucky I didn’t decide to chew out your ass in front of Dylan. Maybe I should’ve done that, the others really need to see you be brought down a peg or two.” At this point, your voice was raised enough that Jacob could see the strain in your throat. Not like he was paying attention to it already. Definitely not.
Jacob knew this was wrong. He knew that you had valid concerns, that you had a right to be angry with him, but he couldn’t help the way he felt about you. He couldn’t help how he reacted to you. Whenever he saw you, you made his heart pound and his body feel hot all over. He felt as though he was going through puberty again. You may have thought that he just wanted some sort of casual summer fling, but Jacob was serious about you. You were quiet, but had the funniest quips that cheered him up when he was feeling shitty. You were the only one to actually defend him when another counselor was ragging on him, and you would even spend your free time with him. Jacob knew you cared about him, even if you didn’t want to admit it.
“Jacob!” You snap your fingers in front of his face. “Are you even listening–”
Your abrupt cutoff made his focus come back on to what you were saying. Your eyes weren’t on him anymore. They were lowered. His gaze moved down to see what you were looking–
Oh.
Jacob had popped a boner. And you were staring right at it.
Panicking, he quickly went to cover it with his hands, but unexpectedly you smacked his hands away.
“Don’t do that. I want to see.”
You wanted to see his boner? Jacob’s face flushed. Was this some kind of weird foreplay thing you were doing? Not that he was complaining.
“Yeah! I mean, sure, if you want to…see it…” Jacob’s voice trailed off as he slowly removed his hands, unsure of what to do now without your direction. He looked up at you, waiting for your next command. 
You let out a loud laugh. “Oh my god, you are so pathetic.”
His cock twitched at your demeaning words. He really shouldn’t be getting turned on by this, but you were just so hot right now. Well, you were always hot, but the way you were acting all bossy in this moment really got him going.
“You’re desperate enough to make me fuck you when I’m dealing with my migraines?” You tutted at him mockingly, a smirk rising onto your face.
Jacob let out a nervous laugh as he tried to remain calm. “I-I think I heard somewhere that sex can cure headaches. You know, WebMD and that shit?” 
You stared at him in disbelief before giggling into your fist. “Yeah? Well, you better deliver good results then, big boy.”
Oh god. This was really happening. Jacob had been waiting for this a lot longer than he wanted to admit.
With unprecedented strength, you grabbed the elastic of his shorts and yanked them down. Jacob felt more exposed now then he did that one time last month when he skinny dipped for a dare. He was laying on the mattress in just his cropped tee and boxers while you were still fully clothed.
“You look like such a slut right now, Jacob.” You run your fingers down his exposed chest ever so lightly that it makes his cock throb even harder. It’s too obvious for you to ignore and you raise an eyebrow at him.
“Are you getting off on that? Me calling you a slut?” You look amused by the idea and Jacob audibly gulps.
“Y-yeah,” is the only thing he’s able to stammer out without making himself look like a fool.
You finally stop your teasing and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. You squeeze it gently as Jacob tries his hardest to suppress a moan.
“Well this isn’t about you right now.” You position yourself on top of him and he hisses as you make contact with his bare cock. “I need some relief, and you’re available, so you’re going to help me. Understand?”
“No complaints here,” Jacob’s voice trails off as you pull your top off and unclip your bra.
 You notice him ogling and you laugh. “Haven’t seen a pair of tits before?” Jacob looks back up at you, eyes still wide. You guide his hands to your breasts and let him palm them.
“Fuck,” Jacob mutters under his breath, entirely focused on them now.
“You can keep yourself occupied with these. In the meantime” –you raise your hips to shimmy out of your pants and underwear– “I’m going to relieve some stress.”
You pull a condom from your fanny pack before dropping it unceremoniously to the side with your discarded clothes. Sliding it on Jacob, his attention is back onto you.
“Why do you have that with you?” he asks, a bit more forcefully than he had intended to be. “Are you with anyone else?” Jacob was worried. He didn’t want to have to confront any of the other counselors, but he would if it meant being able to have you all to himself.
You give him a blank stare. “How is that any of your concern? I can fuck whoever I want if I so please, dude.”
“What the fuck? I told the other guys you were off limits–!” Before he could finish you roll your eyes and slam down onto his erect cock with no warning.
“Oh fuck!” Jacob moans out, collapsing back onto the bed and feeling weak from the sudden connection. You felt perfect around him. So tight, and even with the condom he could feel your pulsating insides as you let out a moan too.
Jacob thought he heard angels singing when he heard your moans, and the erotic look on your scrunched up face was enough to make him cum right then and there. 
“Enough of your macho bullshit while I’m trying to destress, okay?” You stutter out as you find a comfortable rhythm.
“Got it,” Jacob replies, moving his hands up to grab onto your waist as you ride him. Before he can do it though, you grab his arms and push them above his head, binding him with your grip.
His body tensed and his head felt hotter than before, the extra skin-to-skin contact making him feel even hornier than before, which he didn’t think was possible. With your free hand, you shove two of your fingers into his mouth.
“Suck.”
Jacob obeys immediately.
He’d never done stuff like this before. In fact, Jacob hadn’t done much of anything before besides some making out in high school. You seemed a lot more experienced than him and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Having you guide him into pleasing you and showing him what you liked in bed turned him on, but the thought of you doing something like this with other guys–perhaps even someone at camp–infuriated him to no end.
“Please say it’s only me,” Jacob begged as you removed your fingers. His eyes were wide and filled with tears, pleading with you silently.
You looked to be in thought for a split second before giving Jacob a gentle smile. “Only you, Jake. I’m just teasing you.” You pause in your movements to lean forward slightly and trail kisses down his throat, grinding on his cock.
Jacob closed his eyes and let out a groan. Fuck, you were so fucking sexy. He wished that the two of you could stay like this forever, in your own paradise away from everyone else. The position felt so intimate, like the two of you were a couple. He had the sudden urge to kiss you in that moment, more than he ever had before.
Before Jacob could get used to the lulled movements and intimacy, you began to ride him again at a more rapid pace than earlier.
“This–” Slam. “Fucking–” Slam. “Headache!” Your movements were harsh and the sounds of your skin slapping against his were louder than before. You grimaced hard and threw your head back in frustration.
“I swear, if your stupid site is wrong I’m going to strangle you.” You snap.
Jacob swallowed hard and looked up at you. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you did that anyway.”
You rise up off of him and he cries out in protest.
“W-what–?”
“You little shit,” your mouth curves into a smug grin, “you're a kinky little bitch!”
Jacob blushed at your insinuation and shifted his eyes away from you, too embarrassed to meet your stare. “Stop it! Just–please put my dick back inside you, okay? He tried lifting his hips to reach you but you shifted away from him, causing an involuntary whine to leave his throat.
“Stop getting feisty with me. I’m the one in charge here.” You ran your folds over the base of his cock, and Jacob visibly shivered in pleasure with the contact.
“Don’t you want to be my good boy, Jacob?”
Something carnal stirred inside of him when you said that. His heartbeat quickened, his breathing got heavier and palms got clammier, and his whole body heated up.
“I do,” he panted eagerly. Jacob wanted to be yours entirely. He wanted to be the only one you had, the only one you went to for indulgence, and the only one you used to get off. He wished to be consumed by you and all of the pleasure you gave him and could get from him, to be able to call you his and for you to call him yours.
As you slid his cock back into you, you both let out a moan harmoniously. He held your hands in his, desperate for more contact with you in any way possible. You were too distracted by your own gratification to scold him about it.
“Yeah, you’re my good boy, aren’t you?” You’re able to utter out amidst the feeling of Jacob’s cock stirring up your insides.
“I-I am!” Jacob’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he swore. Your pussy felt like heaven, milking his cock thoroughly. The pace you had set was relentless but he didn’t wish for it to be any other way. He tries to grab onto you, anywhere he could reach, but your grip around his wrists was much stronger than he anticipated. You push down on his arms with one hand while the other comes up to grip his chin and turn his head towards your face.
“Jacob!” You pull off of him again and let out an exaggerated gasp. “Good boys don’t break the rules. Are we going to have to stop this?”
“No! I’m good. I’m your good boy!” He was aching for release at this point, wanting to please you so you would grant him just that.
You shove his cock back into you at his reply, pleased with this answer. You wanted to tease him more, but you were in grave need of your release as well. Your migraine was gradually beginning to subside and you didn’t want to risk it coming back.
“Fuck, fuck!” You let out a string of curses and Jacob could tell that you were on the verge of your orgasm too with the way that you were trembling above him.
“Oh, fuck, I love you!” Jacob cries out.
Your pace falters as Jacob lets out a whimper and finally cums, releasing into the condom at the same time that you tighten around him and let out a cry of relief of your own.
You finally process what Jacob had said after you come down from your high, your legs still quivering slightly around his hips. “Do you mean it?”
“I do! You’re really hot, and you’re really nice to me, and you don’t make fun of me like everyone else does. I really, really, like you,” he protests.
“Jake, baby, you barely know me though,” you release a sad sigh as you caress his cheek.
“Then let me get to know you more. Please.”
“We just fucked. I’d say you know plenty by now.”
Jacob scoots over to the side of the twin mattress to make room for you next to him. You slid the condom off of him, tied it, and threw it in the trash can a few feet away. Before you slide in next to him you slip your clothes back on, feeling a bit embarrassed now that the sex was over and Jacob was completely focused on you.
“I’m serious. I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. I know you hate when I get all jealous, but seeing you with the other guys makes me so fucking terrified that you’re going to realize how pathetic I am and how everyone’s right about giving me shit–”
“Hey.” You shut him down before he can spiral any further down that path. Even though you’ve only known Jacob for a little under two months, most of that time was spent with him both alone and with others. You understood he had deep insecurities and likely never received much affection from anyone. Even though he could be a bit overwhelming at times, Jacob didn’t deserve the relentless ragging the others gave him. “Stop that.” You squish his cheeks gently, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. It seems to do the trick, as a blush crosses the bridge of his nose as he looks down and the corners of his mouth turn upwards.
“Now,” you look around the floor, grabbing his things that were thrown carelessly earlier, “You should probably put these back on before this gets more serious.”
Jacob blinked before processing what you said. “Yeah. Okay. Makes sense.”
Silence passes between you two as Jacob gets dressed, but not before you sneak an extra peek at his ass before he pulls on his bottoms.
Once he’s back next to you, he moves to tangle your legs with his.
“I really like you, you know. I want to be exclusive with you.”
You begin stroking the back of his neck as he sighs and relaxes into your chest. “I think we should–”
“Hey lovebirds!”
Both you and Jacob jump away from each other as Nick’s voice rings right outside the cabin, echoing along the hollow wooden frame.
“I hope you two aren’t naked in there! I’m coming in!”
Before Nick could barge in you spring up and get to it before he does, sticking your head out to allow Jacob time to compose himself.
“Oh.” His face dropped. You could tell he was disappointed to not catch the two of you in a compromising position, most likely to go back to Dylan with and tease Jacob about, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let any of the other counselors see you like that.
“Sorry Nick, I’m afraid I have no jerk off material for you,” you tell him playfully.
He flicks your forehead and you wince, rubbing the affected spot. “Alright, alright, let’s go you two. Dylan kept pestering me about making sure to come get you, and I don’t want him to get his panties in a twist.”
You laugh and gesture for Jacob, pulling him out to follow you. You hear his breath hitch as you grab his hand and you try to hide a smirk as you drop once the two of you are in Nick’s clear view.
As you and Jacob make your way back to the lodge with Nick, lingering slightly behind him, Jacob hesitantly reaches for your hand as if unsure if he should hold it or not. You grab it and squeeze tightly, wrapping your other arm around his and lean into him as the two of you follow Nick. You’re close enough to Jacob’s chest that you hear his heartbeat quicken with the action.
Nick fills you in on what you guys missed at dinnertime, with crying kids and panicking counselors. You’re glad you missed all of that.
As you approach your destination, the conversations of little kids get increasingly louder. You sigh, hoping that they’ll be tired out soon and you won’t have to deal with them for too much longer.
“We’re back!” Nick calls out, even though it seems too noisy for anyone to hear your arrivals.
To your surprise, Dylan steps out waving to the three of you.
“I was starting to think you got attacked by bears out there or something! How’s the migraine doing now, doc?”
“It’s a lot better now, thanks for asking,” you smile wryly as you hear Jacob clear his throat next to you, most likely in embarrassment.
Dylan peers behind you, most likely curious at Jacob’s reaction to your comment. 
“Oh?” His signature shit eating grin slowly spreads across his face. “Jacob? Is there something you wanna tell us?”
Jacob sputters as you bite your lip to contain your smile.
“Hey, at least I’m getting some,” Jacob replies, arms crossing against his chest.
“Oh yeah, you’re really getting it. And she’s the one giving it to you,” Dylan snickers.
“Shut the fuck up dude!”
Dylan and Nick laugh and you pat Jacob on the shoulder, walking away to remove yourself from the teasing that was about to happen. As you make your way inside the lodge, you run into the girls and Ryan, all of whom most likely just finished eating.
Emma is the first one to notice your presence. “Little medic, you’re back! So, how’d it go?” She holds out her o’s with a smirk on her face as she nudges her hip with your own.
You roll your eyes playfully. “It went.”
“Come on, you have to give us more than that! Spill the deets,” Emma shoots back.
“Ugh, fine,” you concede. “All I’ll say is that WebMD has some pretty accurate methods of curing migraines.”
It takes a second for the girls to register your comment. Once it hits, Kaitlyn lets out an exaggerated gasp while Emma chuckles behind her hand and Abi blushes, avoiding eye contact. “Oh my god, you little minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Kaitlyn exclaims.
“Huh? What the hell did that even mean?” Ryan asks, completely puzzled.
You chuckle, maneuvering past him to fix yourself a plate. “Don’t worry Ry. You don’t have to know.” You turn back to the girls. “Besides, I’m not the only one. Emma and Abi have some explaining to do.”
With Kaitlyn’s focus now on the two girls, you go and find an empty seat at one of the tables at the same time that Jacob, Dylan, and Nick finally enter the building. Jacob’s eyes scan the room, and brighten when they land on you. He quickly grabs some food and scurries over to sit next to you, giving you a goofy smile as he stuffs his face. Under the table, your’s and Jacob’s hands gravitate towards each other, and the light brush sends shocks up your spine. 
Jacob hesitates before looking over towards you. “Is this okay? Are we…” He trails off.
“Yeah,” you send him a soft smile, “Yeah, this is more than okay.”
You never expected this development with Jacob to happen at all, let alone this quickly. But his eagerness and vulnerability really showed you how serious he was. Jacob wasn’t at all like the guy you thought he was when you initially met him, but perhaps first impressions weren’t always the best to go by. 
This summer wasn’t turning out like you expected it to be in the slightest. You didn’t think you’d be able to predict what else was in store for you this summer at Hackett’s Quarry.
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sentimental-idiot25 · 9 months
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{Thank you to @ipostmysimpingstuffanonymouslyfor helping me with the ending <333} {Another Entry for Satoshoko Weekend} "I still don't know what to say to them!" Gojo protested as Shoko grabbed him by the sleeve, trying to coax him out of her apartment room.
"You've met them!" Shoko exclaimed, attempting to tug him towards the sea of people waiting outside. "Three times!"
Gojo stood there, seemingly unaffected by Shoko's full force. "I know, but what if I mess up?" he voiced his concerns, his eyes reflecting a touch of vulnerability.
Shoko let go of his arm, her frustration shifting into amusement. "Are you telling me you're scared of a little human interaction, c'mon now, Satoru," she said, placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head in his direction.
"Don't—" Gojo mockingly mimicked Shoko's movements, placing his hands on his hips as well. "—me! What if I say the wrong thing, and they all start talking shit about me to you? What if they tell you to break up with me?"
Shoko chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear. "Yes, because I would leave you based on what they said," she reassured him, her voice softening. She lightly tapped his head before continuing, "Don't be ridiculous. Plus, you owe me for being late."
"Don't be mad at me! Yell at Ichiji. He was driving at the speed limit after I took care of a couple of curses," Gojo retorted, trying to shift the blame away from himself.
"Poor thing—having to deal with you all the time," Shoko remarked, placing her hand on her forehead in mock exasperation. "I would never be able to handle your bull—"
"I think you love handling me," Gojo interrupted, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he closed the distance between them, his hands finding their place on her hips. "You know, since everyone is upstairs on the rooftop, we could just stay—"
"Oh no no no," Shoko laughed, wiggling her way out of Satoru's hold. "We have to go up there." She turned around and headed for the door. "Plus, I think my roommate might go home with her boyfriend, or you can take us back to your place."
"Didn't know you wanted me that bad," Satoru quipped, his smile widening as if he had won the argument. Shoko's face dropped, feigning annoyance.
"Hey, I want you that bad, I'll admit it," she finally admitted, unable to contain her laughter as they left her room.
"Yeah, I was always just the second or third tallest in my class," Gojo said, curving his lip downwards, a hint of self-consciousness in his voice.
As they made their way out of the apartment, the distant sound of laughter and chatter grew louder, signaling the lively atmosphere awaiting them on the rooftop. Shoko and Gojo climbed the stairs together, their steps in sync. 
As they approached the group, Gojo's mind raced, searching for the perfect words to say, the right jokes to tell, and the appropriate topics to discuss. He wanted to make a good impression, to fit in seamlessly with Shoko's circle of friends.
Shoko had wandered over to the bar area for some time and when she returned she walked in on an unexpected but rehearsed ongoing joke Gojo had...for the past 5 years.
"No way you're shorter than 6’1 dude!” Shoko's roommate's boyfriend exclaimed in disbelief.
"No, trust me, I'm 5'10"," Gojo reaffirmed, his expression conveying a mix of resignation and humor.
"Babe, aren't you like 6'1"?" Shoko's roommate asked her boyfriend, lightly tapping his arm, seeking confirmation.
"Yeah, of course—" he began to respond but was interrupted by Shoko.
"But how come Gojo is taller than you?" she interjected, curiosity evident in her voice as she glanced briefly at Gojo and gave a silent knowing look 
The crowd of people surrounding them exchanged glances, their interest piqued by the unexpected conversation.
"I think he's lying!" someone chimed in, voicing the skepticism that had started to arise.
"Why would they both lie?" another person wondered aloud, their confusion mirroring the sentiment of the crowd.
Gojo shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, I can't help it if genetics decided to have some fun with me. Height isn't everything, you know."
“Does someone have a ruler?” The roommate’s boyfriend called out. 
“Hey! Remember this is an all-girls apartment…we don’t keep rulers at our bedsides...” Shoko joked as the crowd laughed. 
“But believe me, his parents are both short— I was in shock when I saw how tall he was compared to them.” She said adding to the joke. 
“Pfft whatever,” the boyfriend said as he was he took a gulp of his drink. 
The group dispersed gradually as the conversation moved on. Shoko made her way to Gojo sometime into the party and stood shoulder to shoulder with Gojo. 
 “I can’t believe you remembered that joke,” Gojo whispered amused. 
“It hasn’t been that long…” She said playfully rolling her eyes. 
“Still— love how you still play into it.” 
They both took a sip of their respective drink both alcoholic and for Gojo—Coke.
“Sooo, if you’re 5’10 what does that make me?”
 “Short as hell.” He said without hesitation. 
She playfully nudged him. 
“But I think it’s cute.” He mockingly ducked down to kiss her, “Damn the weather down here is a lot hotter…or maybe it’s you who knows.” He shrugged with a grin as he stood up straight again. 
Shoko chuckled and gently pushed him away. "Oh, so now you're using your height advantage for cheesy pick-up lines? Smooth, Gojo, real smooth." She rolled her eyes with a smirk. 
Gojo grinned mischievously. "Hey, can't blame me for trying. Gotta use all the tools in my arsenal, you know?"
Shoko took another sip of her drink, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "I suppose I can let it slide this time. But don't get too comfortable, mister. You'll have to come up with something better than that if you want to impress me."
Gojo chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Challenge accepted…Just you wait and see. I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeve." He winked.
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So one time I was at an underground hip hop show in NYC just vibing, drink in hand, as one does, and this dude legit bolted up to me, threw his hand on my shoulder, and went, "LEXX, LOOK BEHIND YOU." I turn around and bobbing his head in the corner was a famous classical instrumentalist.
Now, I've known about this guy since I was in middle school. I play the same instrument as him (albeit not nearly as well), so growing up I got his sheet music, I watched all his videos, and me and the rest of my section basically idolized him.
Of course, I didn't expect him to be at a hip hop show. But one double take later, and before I knew it, my friends had caught on and all but shoved me over to this guy.
So I walk up to him and am like, shaking, "Hi, you're so-and-so, right?"
Dude did not expect to be recognized in this kind of environment, so he looks at me like I just asked him to solve the square root of negative 1. I blab on about how, "Omg I own all your sheet music and I used to watch to your videos blahblahblah."
The guy ended up being wicked nice. We chatted for a while, and then he asked for my contact info and we parted ways.
A few weeks later, I get a text from him inviting me to his apartment. So I go and we hang out for a few hours. We talk about various topics and he tried to teach me how to circular breathe (note: a valiant attempt but I still cannot circular breathe). And then we start exchanging different style things and before I know it, he's freaking out about something I did on a different instrument and I'm literally giving this guy a lesson. Which was. Super cool and trippy.
A few weeks later, he texts me again and I go over to his place again to jam. So then he and I are jamming, we record a little video for his social media, and he's basically flooding me with sheet music (aka me going "Oh I'm bad at that technique" and him responding "Hang on, I have something for that, let me email it to you"). I met his wife and kids on my way out, and now we are buddies.
And that just goes to show you kids, that you quite literally never know who you're going to meet when you go out somewhere.
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broflovski-brah · 7 days
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im thinking thoughts…have them. stan and kyle as gym bros. i love them sm. (NOT A SHIP just dudes being bros)
it was kyle’s idea during a basketball off season to start going to an actual gym but he wanted an accountability buddy so he convinced stan to join with him. unfortunately stan doesn’t wanna go half the time (he is busy with warhammer 4k) and kyle has to drag him by his feet to the car because god forbid he miss a workout but also god forbid he have to ask some beefhead to spot him
kyle is so judgmental of the other guys in the gym that grunt and slam weights and snort creatine off their biceps, stan is like “just ignore it dude” and kyle is like “🙄oh my god they are so annoying and no one is impressed by them and yayayayaya” u know how he is.. he’s probably told one or two to SHUT UP and it worked cus he used the jersey powers.
they would encourage each other and kyle would never judge stan for anything. they do rip on each other a little for fun though and get into some friendly competition, it’s harmless. stan prefers working his upper body, kyle is all about legs. gotta keep that butt. stan refuses to do cardio because it makes his asthma act up but kyle is a runner. though i think he would prefer running outside rather than a treadmill, so he doesn’t do that at the gym.
kyle takes preworkout for MaXimUm GAInS (he was persuaded by some tiktok) and once stan took some but it made him so anxious he threw up. aw.
its just a thing that they do together and they bond over and it ends up helping stan’s mental health so much and improving kyle’s confidence. kyle unfortunately would get so confident that he would make some really cringe gym tiktoks. (you know that one glow up trend. the “16 missed calls” one. he would fucking do that) and even though stan is all strong now, shelley can still take his ass down with ease
ok thats all i got for now
y’know what? i can see this
used to go to the gym myself during the summer (had a bad habit of skipping out during school because i got busy-i’m old enough to get a membership now though) and i’ve experienced true gym bros. like the ones who come out with their dumb little towels and slam the weights. it’s annoying lol-i get where kyle is coming from
and i can see him dragging stan along. he tried getting the whole group to go but when he asked cartman to spot him he wouldn’t do it, and when he did he let go of the weight. kyle nearly broke his back. maybe even broke a rib from it. cartman didn’t care. kenny was trying but with how much he works he’s usually unable to go. and his work schedule night as well be a workout for him. so it’s just stan and kyle.
stan probably kinda just sits there and watches for the most part. he works his arms and legs but that’s about it. like you said, he can’t go too far because of his asthma. likewise, kyle can’t go too far because of his diabetes, which frustrates him immensely. he tries to push himself when it comes to working out so someone usually has to intervene before he has a diabetic crisis. kyle defo has that sleeper build tho
(side note and a bit off topic but i feel like kyle would technically be overweight, but not with fat. muscle weighs more than fat, and kyle is mostly muscle, therefore i feel like he would classify as overweight but he’s not like chubby or anything. cartman keeps insisting on calling kyle fatass and saying ‘kyle being overweight is karma’ but he doesn’t seem to get that the way kyle is overweight and the way cartman is overweight are vastly different)
anyway. great headcanons, i love love love!!
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BAD BOY DOWN! — KYS (Keep Yourself Safe 💜)
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“i’ll never get enha. they’re all so weird...” you quietly mutter, frowning (now with stayc’s 247 in the background.)
lee heeseung was still on that stayc grind. he just never gives up, doesn’t he? you spared him some subtle glances and he looked quite giddy on his phone, texting someone on his phone who you assumed was his girlfriend.
until he finally made eye contact with you. and that’s where you pretty much panicked. shit, shit, shit, he’s looking at me! wait, i should leave. oh fuck, this is so awkward.
things got worse until you could feel him walking closer to you.
and closer.
and closer until you could feel heeseung’s presence from the back, which made you slightly shake. he taps you on your shoulder, and asked in a soft voice,
“do you like stayc?”
oh my god. nervously turning to face him, you gulped. “w–what?” you stutter.
the tension was real. lee heeseung was just a few inches taller, but with him standing in front of you and your locker, he was like a giant.
“stayc.” heeseung repeated, putting his hands in his pockets. “the girl group. do you like them?”
“um.. yeah. i really like... isa.” you awkwardly reply, avoiding his gaze. heeseung slowly leans in not too close from your face, startling you. ohhh shit. tension. tension tension tension.
that’s when heeseung broke into a smile, and his eyes lit up. “really?! i like isa too! i’ve actually collected all her pcs!” he exclaimed, quite excited about the topic.
in fact, you found it kinda cute. “...wow! that’s amazing! it must cost a lot though, no?” you give a sheepish smile.
“if it’s for stayc, nothing’s too expensive,” he grins. “do you have a favorite stayc song? from the young luv album?”
you pause to think. “hm, probably butterfly? although i adore run2u. the bsides just hit for me too, you know?”
heeseung gasps and holds your hand to his chest. “oh my god. your taste is fucking elite! jungwon was right, we are totally friends now.”
“WHAT?” you hollered, hearing jungwon’s name. “what does jungwon have to do with th—”
but heeseung already cut you off by grabbing your hand and dragging you away from your locker, exclaiming the words “let’s have lunch together!”
you were absolutely dumbfounded. and things just get even worse, when you see another person running towards you and heeseung.
“heeseung! what the fuck are you doing?!” the boy hisses. and wow, was he a tall boy. and that boy just turned out to be nishimura riki — the decelis’ troublemaker, and yet again, enha’s one and only menace.
“um, taking my friend to lunch?” he chuckled. “excuse me, since when were w—”
riki cuts you off and quickly removes heeseung’s arm from yours, apologizing. “i’m sorry, y/n. he’s feeling... goofy today. you should come with me,” riki quickly offers, giving a nervous smile.
“dude! i’m supposed to be eating lunch with them,” heeseung protests. riki’s eye twitches, groaning. “hyung, look. y/n hates us, especially jungwon. it’s best to not cause any trouble—”
“pfft. who cares? y/n, who will it be? it’s either me or riki.” heeseung ignores the young man and turned to you with hopeful eyes.
“um...”
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EAT LUNCH WITH HEESEUNG ★☆ GO WITH RIKI
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— author’s note: to avoid any confusion... choosing one of the two choices will lead to the next chapter. it won’t really affect the next one HAHA don’t worry!!...i guess. quite fun is it not? anyways yunjin’s a slayer, haewon flopped, heeseung #1 swith, and fuck jw (affectionate) 💜😊
ೃ⁀➷ if there was anything else you hated more than your pathetic life, it would be those gamer boys in decelis high. and by gamer boys, you’d be referring to that stupid fucking clique, ‘ENHA.’ they’re mean, and they’re-oh-so-bad. but it just gets worse when you get stuck with these menaces in a video game.. although who would’ve thought having a taste of the bad would be so... good?
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butterfrogmantis · 3 months
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what the hell do archie and skelly have going on lol
FDJSKFKS GOOD FUCKING QUESTION
I don't.
I don't know fjdkf
The best way I can (and have in the past) described it is 'married in all forms except legal and physical' and what I mean by that is there's no canonical romantic relationship but they're basically a package deal at this point and act like a married couple but their official status is /p besties because Butters is a coward and denies the "Archie [REDACTED] [REDACTED]" allegations (//inside joke).
When I first made Skelly I thought he was gonna be a kind of 'draw him, think about him once every three years and never again' and for a while he was, it wasn't UNTIL I realised how funny it would be to have a skeleton and an archaeologist as friends that I started to actually develop Skelly and the historical brothers more so I can no longer separate the 3 of them. And I do love Pal also but he's slightly less relevant to Skelly since Pal's thing is dinos.
Anyway back to topic, Skelly and Archie's original dynamic was gonna be 'Archie wants to study him, Skelly hates his guts' but now it's 'Archie wants to study him, Skelly hates this aspect but otherwise loves Archie (not romantic or queerplatonic but a secret third thing- carbon dating)'
For some reason romancing a skeleton seems weirder than say. A ghost or vampire? Character dates thousand year old ghost/vampire? Cool pop off a love story for the ages no one finds this weird. Skeleton? Eyebrow raise, someone's going to jail. The lack of flesh perhaps? Skelly is a fully sentient / sapient being after all he just lacks ... errrr skin, organs and muscles. Tho that never stopped the Sans fangirls.
But more so than that the dynamic is just twice as funny if they're not ACTUALLY dating but everyone thinks they are / jokes are made around the topic. Like I'll make 1 million jokes that are shippy in nature without it actually being a 'thing'.
Now Archie DID have a crush on Swashbuckler that much was canon. But that exists within a fraction of a small part of a 'going back in time' part of an au and isn't super relevant other than to be the morally correct version /lh . It's like a weird love triangle where there's only two characters and Archie is down bad for Swashbuckler but "come on dude Skelly's a corpse" - but on his end, Skelly has some canonical jealousy issues surrounding Archie (noted in particular towards Rafflesia but that may because she's a more socially acceptable form of undead)
As far as BV goes they exist in a sort of outside the venn diagram situation where literally any dynamic between them goes it just depends on the day and mood they're in. (I'm in, I'm the one making the dumb bone jokes) It's like a weird red string of fate thing they're life partners but not life partners. Just some guy and his skeleton tombmate. Roommate. Oh my god they were shroommates.
There's also gonna be an issue of Archie's gonna die one day and that's really gonna fuck Skelly up because it'll be one of the first deaths since his reanimation that's gonna hurt. Maybe give it a thousand years and get a new necromancer to bring back SkeleArchie then we can have this convo again.
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