#but it is actually scary how fast this got THAT disrespectful

[crocsandbitches]

If anything Drake has just proved Kendrick right on his claim that everyone on Drakes team is secretly praying on his downfall because anyone who okayed ‘you’re upset that i’m a pedo cuz you were molested as a child HA HA ZING’ wants nothing for that man but suffering and bad karma

[dante-mightdie]

Omg Ive got another idea about the cult!au:

So simon now has this cute dumb wife who just won’t shut up about how weird stuff around her seem to be lately and she just keeps talking about wanting to see what would happen if they went out without price knowing, just out of pure curiosity yk? She constantly talks about hearing people outside, on the hills surrounding the little village they have, what could they possibly be? Maybe they’re monsters and not humans? But they seem so small and fragile just like the people in their own community 

And every time she mentions anything related to the topic simon is DEVASTATED, not because of his wife, but because of john. he knows that if his wife mentions anything like the stuff she blurts out when they’re alone price would straight up kill her and leave no proof of her ever existing before that, he’s seen it happen a few times with his own eyes

And when he remembers the terrified looks people had on their faces before being buried alive, just makes him nauseous cause he can’t imagine his wife’s beautiful face that scared.

But no matter what he does, she just won’t listen! If it was anyone else simon wouldn’t even hesitate to kill them with his own hands to show price his devotion, but it’s not anyone else, it’s his wife

So he decides to take matters into his into his own hands, he’s the one that has the keys to the gates after all

So he tells his precious little wife that he’s going to let her see the plains surrounding the village for an hour and if she liked it, they can just leave together :)

And the way his wife’s eyes just filled with excitement melted his heart, little did she know simon was going to make her want to stay

So maybe she sees something scary outside, and she runs as fast as she possibly can ,and just hugs simon with tears running down her eyes, saying that she was so stupid to think anywhere other than the warm community and her loving husband’s embrace would be safe for her

Maybe with a sprinkle of smut…? Just maybe! Just a silly little thought yk!!!

please grace us with your amazing writing, cause this cult!au is living in my mind rent free 😢🙏🙏🙏

hope you guys like the cult!au because it’s all you’re gonna be hearing for at least a few days. gonna call this version of simon ‘gatekeeper!ghost’

c/w: dark content, cult!au, gatekeeper!ghost, murder, manipulative tactics, implied mentions of pregnancy and children

your husband worries that you’re a little too oblivious sometimes. not truly understanding how the things you say and do could end in serious repercussions. perhaps you’re certain that if it truly came down to it, simon would defend you over anyone else. and to an extent, you’re right. however, that only applies when he’s actually there to protect you and if you think that price wouldn’t account for your guard dog husband when exacting out his revenge, you’re dead wrong

so he decides that he needs to help you see that. perhaps if you see with your own too eyes that the outside world is really just a pit of wolves waiting to feast on the soft flesh of his naive trusting wife, you’ll stop all this nonsense about the outside. so he decides to kill two birds with one stone by using a member of the community, who price had asked simon to get rid of anyway, to give you a fright

the man had been sowing discontent into the community for a while anyways. not pulling his weight with the mandatory community chores which everyone contributes too, apparently harbouring some resentful opinions towards key members of the community including himself and simon. it wasn’t long before price had enough of the disrespect and ordered simon to dispose of him and dump his body in the incinerato

simon decided to take a little detour with him first, though. leading him out past the gates before swiftly ending his life. he spends some time setting up a scene for you to stumble upon, making it appear as though this man was another member of the community who got too curious about the outside and had been mauled by some creature. whether you assume that creature is just a wild animal or something more sinister is irrelevant to simon, you won’t be seeing it anyway once he gets you back behind the gates. poor thing’ll be too frightened to ever wonder about the outside world again

your husband comes to collect you after hours once everyone in the community is asleep. you step out the gates with caution, as though the ground may not be walkable nor the air breathable. you soon relax once you realise the scenery and nature is not all that different to the community you were raised in your whole life. he hands you a map, one he edited to ensure you’d follow all the right paths to find the body and be back at the gates all in under 10 minutes

“back ‘ere. one hour. ‘m trusting you here, sweethear’, yeah?” your husband grumbles, zipping up your coat to protect you from the cold of the night but not before slipping a tracking device in lining. you look up at him, nodding along to every word he tells you about the paths, how to find your way back if you get lost, how if you’re not back in one hour to find somewhere safe and he will come and find you

gives you a firm kiss on the forehead before letting you go on your way, watching your form until it quickly disappears into the dark. the only thing visible of you is the slight glint of the torch he gave you. he looks down at his watch, he told you an hour but if you’re not back in 10 minutes then he knows you’ve strayed from the path he told you to go down

he counts down the minutes, softly whistling to himself as he leans on his rifle. 6 minutes was all it took for him to hear your bloodcurdling scream echo throughout the trees. he sets off, running until he eventually meets you halfway on the walk back. he feels guilty, don’t get it twisted but he’s doing it for your own good. doesn’t stop his heart breaking at the sight of you running towards him, hands reaching for him with tears streaming down your face

you throw yourself into him, sobbing into his chest as you struggle to get the words out about what you saw. as he predicted this outcome, his arms instinctively scoop you up after he slings his rifle round to rest against his back. let’s you cry to him about the awful thing you just saw whilst he carries you back towards the compound gates, cooing that you’re safe now and he’ll get you both home and safe

your home isn’t far from the gates which means your home after a short walk. you refuse to let simon leave your side, whining that you’re scared whatever got that man is gonna come and get you

“don’t be silly, lovie. they’d ’ave to get through me first.” he says, planting a kiss on top of your head whilst he strips you both down for bed. you just look up at him with a pouty lip, “I think you’re just getting too bored at home, aren’t ya, sweets? not much to keep ya busy when i’m not around. maybe some little troublemakers running about the ‘ouse will keep ya busy, yeah?”

[overtail]

Sick - Sokka x Reader 🔞

🪃💢

Summary: Sokka gets hurt after (Y/N) distracts him during a battle, setting off an argument. They make up in an... unusual way..

Reader Info: Female, Non bender, competitive

Warning: NSFW, Cursing, slight sexism, rough sex, underage, oral, fingering, both subs because they're teens for gods sake

A/N: This is my first time writing smut......

...

(Y/N) sat next to Katara as the light from the campfire reflected onto her face, creating a warm glow against her skin. She picked a piece off of her cod flounder, throwing it in her mouth and chewing quietly.

Aang and Katara were chatting, Toph Joining in every few seconds. They were talking about something aimless -- a conversation they wont remember in a week's time.

The air was uncomfortable, especially with Sokka's glaring. Every so often, (Y/N) would glance across the way, only to see Sokka giving her a nasty side eye.

She was getting tired of it -- she wasn't one to take disrespect like that. Sokka may think that he was some big, strong, scary man, but (Y/N) could make him cower with one yell.

"Right, (Y/N)?"

Katara elbowed her, bringing (Y/N) out of her brooding.

"What?"

She looked to the ground with embarrassment from the lack of listening. Katara isn't one to care, but there was still the shame.

"Oh, me and Aang were just-"

She began, looking down at my slumped over figure. Before she could finish, she was interrupted.

"She's probably thinking about how to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) looked up at Sokka as was barking out the rude comment, rolling his blue eyes. Katara crooked her neck to glance at him too, raising a brow at his remark. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, head tilting to the side teasingly.

"What did you just say to me Sokka?"

She knew damn well what he said. She just wanted to know if he had the balls to repeat himself. Sokka stood up walking, a bit closer to the log that (Y/N) and Katara were sat.

"I said.."

(Y/N) got up, making her way over to Sokka.

"You're probably thinking about how you're going to sabotage me again."

(Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Sabotage you? Why can't you just accept that you suck at fighting?"

She barked back, leaning closer to him. She poked his chest, pushing him back a little bit. (Y/N) looked at the black eye he had gained from the 'sabotage'.

"Oh no, no, no. Do you find joy in my pain?"

Sokka avoided the question, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, looking at her feet and back up at Sokka again.

She pushed him back, emiling angrily.

"At this point, i really do. Your face looks better with that black eye."

(Y/N) teased, pointing at his purple bruise. Sokka just scoffed, pushing her back. He didn't care one bit that she was a girl -- that was clearly established when she said she was better than him.

"You're just jealous. Jealous you're a horrible person, sick girl who doesn't know how to get better."

(Y/N) was actually taken aback by this, like she was being stabbed in the back by his words. She heard a gasp from Katara, and a light giggle from Toph. (Y/N) grinned. She began to laugh, looking at Katara and to Aang. Sokka looked at her cautiously, watching as she laughed like a crazy person, tears running down her red cheeks.

"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you? I'd have to be the most pathetic person to want to be like you, Sokka."

(Y/N) walked past him, into the wall of trees that was behind him. She kept on laughing, shaking her head in disbelief at the words. She didn't quite know how to feel, but she just wanted to be left alone. To cry and scream in her faraway tent, to drown in her emotions.

But of course, Sokka had to always get the last word in.

She heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as her laughing faded into soft cries, her legs shaking as she tried to get to her tent as fast as possible. She needed to hide away, and she didn't want Sokka out of all people to see her broken heart.

"(Y/N), this isn't over!"

Somka said, grabbing onto her bicep. She ripped her arm from his grasp, avoiding talking to him. Tent. Get to your tent.

"(Y/N)! Come on-"

She tried to ignore his calling as much as she could, reaching out to the entrance of her tent. Before she could unclasp the buttons, she was whipped around, coming face to face -- well, face to chest -- with Sokka.

She looked up to his face, face full of rage. Somka had never seen her like this before, even while fighting the people she hated most.

"What could you possibly need to say that is so important you need to follow me to my fucking tent!"

(Y/N) yelled, her eyes shutting tightly. A few furious tears escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the dirt in front of her feet.

"You know, you're a real piece of work (Y/N).."

"Guess what? You make me SICK Sokka!"

"Can you just shut up already?"

She scoffed, pushing Sokka once again. He stepped closer to her, reaching behind her neck and bringing her close.

"I'll give you another black eye-"

"Just shut up!"

Before she could react, before she could say the next rude comment, Sokka's warm lips crashed into her's. She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively leaning into his touch.

(Y/N) felt Sokka's hands fall from the tape of her neck to her lower back, bringing their flush bodies together.

She reached up to grab his shoulders, bringing him down so he was pushing against her even more. Before they both ran out of air, Sokka broke the connection, quickly leaning back and his face growing red.

"I'm so sorry (Y/N)-"

(Y/N) reached up, gracing her fingers across her lips in surprise. She wasn't even looking at him, just at her chest rising up and down slowly. She glanced up, watched as Sokka stammered out an apology.

"It's.. It's fine."

She was also red, smiling nervously at his gaze.

"I mean if it wasn't.. i wouldn't have kissed back."

(Y/N) looked to the ground bashfully, which was such a strange sight for Sokka. She was abrasive, aloof, and very strong hearted -- but this, this was different. And he didnt quite know how to feel about it.

Sokka stepped forward slowly, reaching up to place his palm on her face. He brought her chin up, looking to the ground on his left. God, he was nervous. What was he doing?

(Y/N) looked at him, smirking slightly. She was back, and Sokka felt a flutter in his stomach.

This time, the kiss was soft, slow, and tender. It was much more calm, which was good for both of them.

"Do you want to go inside my tent?"

(Y/N) said in a semi whisper, raising both of her brows. Sokka nodded, not quite knowing where this would go. (Y/N) let go of him, turning to unclasp the entrance of the tent behind them. She crouched down, stepping into the flaps and disappearing into the tent. Sokka stood there for a moment, trying to process what was really going on. This was something from his dreams; the nights he stayed up with his hands in his pants, whimpering her name as images flashed through his mind.

Sokka got on his knees, shuffling into the tent. As he glanced into the warmly lit place, he was surprised to see (Y/N) shrugging her shirt off, her shoulder exposed as well as her bra.

"Oh- sorry-"

(Y/N) laughed, turning around to grab his hand before he laughed.

"I'm doing this so you can see, stupid."

Sokka blushed, nodding his head cautiously. He sat on the felt that lined the floor of the tent. Rubbing his hands over the familiar feeling over the cloth, his attention was caught by a cold hand on his shoulder. He looked up, only to see (Y/N) nervously sitting on her knees in front of him in her undergarments.

"Oh.. oh spirits.."

He said, drinking in her body. His eyes glanced over every curve, every perfect imperfection, every freckles and every mole. He smiled, looking at her onxe again before giving her a deep kiss.

The two leaned back onto the make-ship bed, his hands caressing her sides. (Y/N) tugged at his shirt, causing him to break the kiss.

"You okay?"

Sokka didn't really know what he was doing. Hes only kissed a few girls before, like Suki or Yue, even girls back at home, but anything past that was untouched territory.

"You think you should take your clothes off? At least the over clothes."

(Y/N) suggested nervously, smiling softly. Somka let out a quick 'oh yeah', before leaning back and taking his shirt off. He kicked off his boots, taking his pants off. He shuffled his shirt off.

When he looked back down at (Y/N) he saw that she wasn't quite staring at his face, or even his chest. It was just a quick glare, but he knew what she was looking at.

"Oh, yeah, sorry about that.."

The painful warmth in his crotch only grew more at the sight of her looking at his erection. She just laughed slightly, rolling her eyes.

"It's a good thing, Sokka."

Sokka smiled, shuffling over to where (Y/N) laid. He dipped down, his lips being placed against hers in an instant. He gripped her waist, dragging her closer to his hips.

The kisses were messy, sloppy with spit and their tongues lapping the sides of each others mouths. Both Sokka and (Y/N) wanted more; no, needed more.

"Sokka, can we try something?"

(Y/N) whispered against his lips, and was only greeted with an eager nod. She grabbed one of his hands that was on her waist, bringing it over to her crotch. He placed it on her underwear, not quite knowing what to do.

She grabbed the side of her panties, moving it to the side to expose her. Sokka's eyes widened at the sight, it being the opposite of what he expected. He looked over the folds, the bud at the top, and of course, the inviting entrance. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Okay so.."

(Y/N) grabbed his hand, making a fist with his fingers. She grabbed his ring finger, showing it to him.

"You want to put this in there."

She gestures to her hole, which was wet with her slick.

"O-okay."

Sokka stuttered out. (Y/N) let go of his hand, and he took a deep breath. The tip of his finger grazed the entrance, before quickly delving into her. He eyes widened, thighs almost closing at the intrusion.

"So, you're gonna want to curl-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Sokka curled his finger, his long digit reaching the right spot. (Y/N) let out an unexpected moan, slapping her hand over her face. Sokka grew harder at the sight, and then did it again. She was more quiet this time, but the sound still made him feel amazing. After a few minutes, she was a squealing mess. Without asking, Sokka added his middle finger, causing (Y/N) to moan aggressively.

The sound was amazing, like something you could listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. He repeated the motions, eliciting groans from her sweet mouth.

(Y/N) began to grow aware of Sokka's painful erection, and no matter how good this felt, she knew this would feel better. She grabbed his wrist, which woke him up from his trance.

"Do you want to.."

She said, looking at his member. Sokka blushed, nodding quickly. He removed his fingers from her, glancing up before grabbing the band of his boxers. He slipped them off, and felt the relief of the cold air on him.

(Y/N) was staring. Staring hard. Was he too small? Did he not look right? Was there something wrong?

"Holy.."

Sokka had a good 6 inches on him, which was great for a teenager. (Y/N) was pulsing at the sight of him, her slick dripping down her ass.

"Okay, so.."

(Y/N) sat up, moving so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was facing Sokka.

"I think this is how you do it."

Sokka nodded. This was the most quiet shes ever heard him be, a whole new side of the boy.

He shuffled forward, grabbing his dick with his hand and lining himself up with her.

"Now, don't put it in my- augh!'

Her sentence was interrupted with a moan as he shoved himself in aggressively. He whimpered audibly, not used to the new feeling.

"Oh my spirits.."

He groaned, pulling himself out before sliding back in. (Y/N) moaned again, gripping the felts beneath her hands. Sokka repeated the motion, speeding up every time. Soon, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, (Y/N) letting out small 'ah, ah, ah's. Sokka was letting a stream of curses fall from his lips, a familiar knot in his stomach forming.

"(Y/N).."

He moaned, grabbing onto her soft waist.

"I need to tell you- AUGH- something.."

(Y/N) tightened around Sokka, which only made his growing orgasm arrive sooner.

"You can be rude to me- ah- later!"

She said in a strained voice. Everything felt so otherworldly, like they were the only teeo people in the universe.

"Not that."

He said with a grunt, his hands tracing over her ass as he grinded harder and harder.

"Im-"

He began but realized he was about to cum. He jolted forward, trying to hold it back. That single movement pushed (Y/N) over the edge, shaking and moaning with her orgasm.

"I'm in love with-"

As the words slipped out, so did his arrival. She grabbed her waist tight, enough to bruise, and pushed into her.

"-youaughhh.."

His words were mixed with moans, his white liquid coating the inside of her. He pulled himself out, and saw his cum dripping from her pussy. He asshole was pulsating, her legs quivering, and her waist had tiny fingerprints from his grasp.

(Y/N) flopped down onto her bed, not caring about cleaning up. On the other hand, Sokka was trying to grab a hand towel as fast as he could. He reached over, softly wiping the white liquid from her and her bed. She sighed, rolling over onto her back. Sokka tossed the towel to the side, looking at her panting body from above.

"I'm not a virgin anymore."

He spat out with a toothy grin, making her roll her eyes.

"We're on the same page here."

...

EXTRA!!

Katara rubbed her eyes, stepping out of her tent and into the bright morning light. She had gotten absolutely no sleep last night. Unlike Toph and Aang who could sleep through a tornado, she was kept up all night by (Y/N) and Sokka's 'make up sex'.

She glanced over to the campfire, which occupied Sokka roasted a frog. She stomped over, punching him right in the jaw so he fell over on his side.

"What was that for?"

He asked, looking at Katara like she was insane.

"For keeping me up all night! You deserve two black eyes you little-"

Sokka scrambled up, running into the forest as Katara ran after him.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Jason Todd and Percy Jackson parallels but by someone who actually reads comics and was technically never a Harry P*tter kid so it's accurate

Black hair,green eyes and supernatural white streak combo

Poor and hate rich people even though they ended up gaining a rich dad and refuse to actively associate with him on principal

Said dad's inflicted brutal trauma on them(though to Bruce's credit it was an accident and he genuinely loves Jason while Poseidon's just a deadbeat who refuse to parent Percy to keep us his 'image' because that's 'women's aka Sally's work',grown ass god)so they claim their mom as their only parent and are just huge mama's people in general,which is perfectly understandable even on it's own considering their mom's are fucking TALIA AL-GHUL AND SALLY JACKSON.Who wouldn't?

Respect women,disrespect men

The EXACT SAME sardonic and little shit attitude and created their own type of sense's of humor that can only be described by using their names to be truly accurate

Physical inability to not run their mouths dating way back to when they were little kids,closed off not out of fragile masculinity(I mean Jason's goth and Percy's a transfem egg so?)but as defense mechanisms,have anger issues and merciless tendencies and complex feelings on morality because of heavy life experiences due to being screwed over by the system as minorities(poor,neurodivergent and Percy's transfemininity she won't even let herself admit)and can be scary as shit when they do and don't want to

Punks with the ideals,behavior,lifestyles and interests you'd expect but also super dorky ones on all fronts too

Don't actively pursue romance and the thought of doing so is VERY unppealing to them and they dunk on romance norms like the true punks they are and they DO have good canon ships but sadly none endgame(Jayrose,Jaytemis and Jaydana are banger after banger after BANGER but DC hates Jason so they won't let him enter his malewife era and Perachel was the best ship for Percy but got shafted for the sake of ruining Annabeth)

They refuse to be normal in general because conformity disgusts them but also they just kinda.Can't turn the weirdness off,ever(It's their bptistic swag)

Ethan=Rose.Wasians with an eyepatch because their abusive god(ish)parent took their eye out,gloomy and moody,swords users,were groomed into the villain life as little kids and never considered real love interests for Percy and Jason despite tons of chemistry via bickering flirtatious banter and 'I really do care about you' undertones.Their heritage and unpalpability as victims undoubtedly plays a role in this as Luke and Slade are the easy and accepatable villains to stan as opposed to the oh so horrific and unlovable realistic survivors

Super chaotic and unrestrained

Team Parents because of childhood trauma and they did fumble a bit at first out of lack of experience but now they've got it downpat

Huge love for food that's not good for you(i.e fast/junk/desserts)

Make a big show when they're feeling particularly cocky or want to intimidate and it's real easy for them to thanks to experience and being able to walk the walk for the shit they talk

Claimed by afro-caribbeans and we're right and should say it(Those are monoracial dominican third gen iminigrants ma'am)

Get horndog allegations,are actually demisexual and don't care about white boys or white girls when it comes to attraction(Percy's canon namesake was married to the Princess of Ethopia and Jason hates Roy and barely cares about Tim,please be serious)

Or when it comes to platonic relathionships!!If they're to be a trinity the perfect 3rd is Miles Morales like how Hazel is Nico and Percy's and Jason's Robin and Batgirl are Duke and Stephanie and he wouldn't have it any other way

There's a significant difference that makes them all the more interesting together though-Jason's story is a selfmade tragedy where he choose hurt and darkness and even evil again and again for a long ass time until his redemption arc that he actually worked for and Percy's is that she's NEVER done anything wrong in her entire fucking life,she DIDN'T mean to hurt anyone,she WAS a good,good kid and she grew up to be an even better adult who's good at so many good things and good to so many people.Jason is Percy's legit foil and deserves that title more than any fascistic misogynist character does

They're the son of no one and the daughter of Poseidon and Sally Jackson.Them(and the 1610 Spiderman)are my characters ever

[tsumuuu]

hi! i saw you were wanting requests

would you be able to do something where kuroo has a sibling that comes to a match or is with the team in some way and meets bokuto and they hit it off and try to hide whatever they’ve got going on from kuroo (if he doesn’t already know it’s happening) cause yk being with your brothers best friend is scary lol

hii anon! I had so much fun writing this! I enjoyed making Kuroo a protective older brother, I changed your request a bit, I hope that is okay!

Bokuto with Kuroo's sister

notes: very fluffy, protective older brother Kuroo

Ft: Kotaro Bokuto, Tetsuro Kuroo (mentions)

Y’all met at a practice match between Nekoma and  Fukurodani

Your older brother Kuroo invited you to come along and watch.

You are in your second year

He saw you and was like ��woah pretty lady!” and came up to you to talk to you.

He was met with Kuroo glaring him down and telling Bokuto “Off limits.”

Kuroo is very overprotective.

That didn’t stop Bokuto though! 

He passed you his number on a piece of paper

During the whole practice match, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you

Plus he was trying to impress you the whole time lol

You added his number on your phone and y’all started texting

It started off as you and him sending funny pictures of your brother Kuroo back a forth

Then it evolved into actual conversations

You two got to really know each other over a couple of months

You thought Bokuto was a very sweet guy 

The whole of the Fukurodani volleyball team knew about his crush on you.

He could not keep quiet about how much he liked you.

He eventually asked you on a date with him

You said yes.

Y’all went shopping together buying food, drinks, clothes, and much more.

In the end, he offered to take you home.

Before going you kind of lied to your brother

You said you were going out with friends.

You clearly did not go out with friends 

You convinced him not to walk you home and he was bummed out that he couldn’t

When you got home, you got questioned by Kuroo

“(y/n) why were you out longer than usual?”

“What do you mean Tetsuro? This is the normal time that I’m out for!”

You were out for 6 hour

As time progressed you and Bokuto started dating

Let's be honest, that man probably can’t hold secrets to himself

He told the whole Fukurodani team 

The whole team was honestly very surprised.

Since they all say how Kuroo acted when Bokuto talked to (y/n), they thought he had no chance

Eventually, since words come around and go around, Kuroo found out

Mans has connections.

When he found out, nonetheless, he was furious

He invited Bokuto over for a “lovely little chat” over some tea

Bokuto was very happy he got invited over, it means he could see you!

Fast forward to the day, Bokuto came over

Kuroo sat you and Bokuto down 

“Bokuto, (y/n), WHEN THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS START DATING??” 

Kuroo went on a rant on how disrespectful it is to not notify him about the relationship between you and Bokuto

You eventually talked things out and Kuroo admitted Bokuto would be the best option for you

“I would rather have you date (y/n) over someone I don’t know.”

You were in awe over how soft your brother is sometimes

“Bokuto, If you break her heart, I will break your ego.” 

Bokuto took that as a legitimate threat to his ego

“Yes, Kuroo! Will do!”

Overall, you guys did not have a lovely chat over tea but, you got your brother's approval!

©tsumuuu 2023

[dizscreams]

So I have something for Amber x fem reader. Reader is Dewey’s and Gales daughter. Reader has been friends with everyone for awhile (reader is very close with Tara and Sam)and reader and Amber started dating freshman year of high school. Amber is very protective of her gf. She’s also very possessive. Amber is trying to protect her gf from Richie’s ways because she’s related to a legacy. Richie forced Amber into doing this and if she didn’t Richie would killer reader. Act 3 happens when Amber shots Liv in the head and saying welcome to act 3. Before reader could run Amber pulls reader somewhere and explains why she was doing all of this to protect her gf. And that she killed Dewey and had no other choice. And reader says I’m still in love with you no matter what. Reader also says to Amber nothing in this world can change the way I feel about you. And in the kitchen scene with Amber, Sid, and Gale reader hears Amber scream and struggle and sees her mom holding a gun at Amber about to pull the trigger but reader tackles her mom and starts to protect and help Amber. Gale confused so is Sidney and Sam. Idk how to finish it but maybe you can help out with the ending. And adding part of the ending is where Amber ends up living, Richie dies and Amber and reader have a happy ending. And then despite everything Tara and Sam still love reader and they said nothing will change that. Tara, Sam, and reader are every close still. And Mindy and Chad still care for reading

omg this is actually such an interesting concept?! I hope I did your idea justice, lovely! :) sorry it took so long and also sorry for how long it is. 😭

Is it worth it? // PART ONE — Amber Freeman ★

part two:

PAIRING: Amber Freeman x fem!riley!reader

SUMMARY: you are the daughter of Gale and Dewey and you find out your girlfriend, Amber, is Ghostface. 😱 You end up still loving her anyways and love a happy little life

WARNINGS: stabbing, Dewey dies </3, Richie is a fucking maniac (he’s like that anyways but in this Amber was forced to be Ghostface by Richie) ENJOY :))

“C’mon Amber we have to do this. The stab movies mean so much to both of us, you said it yourself it’d be fun to have a movie made for us. I know you want to” Richie says to Amber. He had called her and proposed this plan of being Ghostface and killing everyone related to Sam and Tara and all the ‘legacy characters’ pretty suddenly.

The stab movies meant so much to Richie. They were what got him to love horror and he thought stab 8 was just purely disrespectful. Amber and Richie had met a while ago online and both bonded over the stab franchise. Since Amber and Richie were both film nerds so they got along pretty fast and used to stay up for hours talking about different scary movies.

He thought if anyone would be his Ghostface partner, it would have to be Amber.

“No! I’m not going to be apart of your sick game! My girlfriend is apart of that fucking friend group and she’s related to Gale and Dewey-” Amber yells at him and he yells back cutting her off.

“If you wont be apart of this I’ll kill your fucking girlfriend!”

Ambers eyes grew wide at that. She loved her girlfriend more than life itself and she knew better than anyone, she’d do anything to protect her partner. She didn’t want to do this, she didn’t want to do it at all but if means you’d be safe, she’d do it. Richie noticed how she went silent and grew impatient “Are you doing this or not?”

Amber muttered a quick “I’ll do it asshole” and hung up on him. Richie smirked at this and began writing the plan down. All Amber could do was think about you. She didn’t want to hurt you and she’d kill Richie if he ever laid a finger on you. She knew he was crazy about the stab movies but never thought he’d take it this far.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in!” she said with a soft tone, she knew who was knocking. Proving her suspicions right you slowly opened the door and walked in. “Hii, I’m not intruding am I?” You asked while staring at her textbooks that were in her lap. She followed your gaze and looked down. She forgot she had even began studying before Richie called.

She shook her head “No, of course not come here.” You grinned and waddled over there and Amber couldn’t help but smile back. She admired how adorable you looked, and that you were wearing her shirt. She laid down moving her textbooks to her desk and you cuddled up beside her, while she played with your hair.

“You know I love you right?” She randomly asked you and looked down at your confused expression. “Of course, is something wrong?” She looked away and shook her head murmuring a ‘no’. You sat up right and kissed her head, “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just know I love you too. I love you a lot.” She looked up at you and genuinely smiled before gently tugging at your shirt, pulling you down so she could kiss you.

She didn’t want to lose you but she knew she probably would when following Richies plan. Trying not to think about it she put her focus back into kissing you, enjoying a moment that probably wouldn’t happen again anytime soon. But she’d rather you break up with her than have Richie try and kill you.

-

The Ghostface killings were happening again. To sum it all up, your best friend Tara had gotten attacked first (pretty brutally) , some guy Liv used to hook up with got killed, Sam got attacked in the hospital while visiting Tara, Sheriff Judy and her Son, Wes, had both died and now you Sam and your dad, Dewey, were on your way to the hospital.

Sam was also your best friend so of course you went with her to the crime scene where Wes and his mom died. Since the sherif died all the cops were at the scene instead of watching Tara at the hospital. She had been hurt really fucking bad and Ghostface wasn’t afraid to go in the hospital to hurt her some more, so naturally Sam was terrified of what would happen with no cops there at all. Especially since Tara was on a private floor.

Sam was driving recklessly, Dewey was in the front seat, and you were in the back holding on to the back of Sam’s seat for dear life. Your dad was shouting things at Sam like, ‘slow down!’, ‘that’s a red light!!’, ‘we’re going to die-!’ You wanted to laugh but you were also kinda scared. You knew better than anyone what Sam would do to people who fucked with her family. You’ve seen it happen a multitude of times.

Sam got a call from Ghostface when you guys had just made it to the hospital. Ghostface was either going to kill Tara or Richie while all three of you ran in the building going towards Tara’s room. Sam stalled the phone call long enough to where you guys made it just in time, before Ghostface got to do anything. The elevator opened and Dewey immediately sorted shooting at the fucker.

Ghostface ran off and Dewey went to get Richie while you and Sam ran towards Tara and quickly embraced her, while she cried in both of your guy’s arms.

“Get the elevat-“ Dewey got cut off and all you heard after was glass shattering. Everyone quickly turned their heads and you shouted ‘NO!’ Dewey and Ghostface quickly started fighting and you were terrified of what was about to happen to your dad. Richie crawled away towards Sam and Tara, while Sam was holding you back.

All you could do was watch your dad almost get stabbed. Thankfully he had shot the Ghostface and everyone went in to the elevator. You hugged your dad so tightly, being very thankful he was okay. Before he stopped the elevator doors from closing said the words you dreaded.

“The head”

Everyone looked back confused. “The head, you always have to shoot him in the head.” You started crying cause you knew he would try to be the hero. I mean, to you he would always be a hero but he didn’t have to do this. You hugged him tighter “no dad please please don’t leave me please” you sobbed into his chest and his own tears started forming. He kissed your head and whispered into your hair, “I’m doing this for you, I love you kid.” You were still sobbing while he lightly pushed you back into the elevator.

You kept saying ‘I love you too’ and ‘please don’t’ before he walked out and the elevators closed. Sam was hugging you tightly while you cried and cried. You knew what was going to happen.

The next thing you know you’re outside the hospital having a full on anxiety attack and sobbing your eyes out. You spot your mom running towards the building and you ran towards her. Meeting in a hug full of tears and sadness.

-

Sydney had came back to comfort both you and Gale but Tara, Sam, and Richie planned to leave woodsboro. Sydney and Gale were trying to convince Sam not to leave but she was too stubborn to listen. She needed to protect Tara. After they argued you hugged Sydney and your mom before getting in the car. “I’ll text you and when you’re ready you can get me so I can live with you.” You told Gale with a small smile and she nodded returning the smile.

Richie began driving and Tara had lost her inhaler so you all decided to go to Ambers house to get the extra one she had. You were still crying but you were happy you get to see your girlfriend, you haven’t seen her in a little bit. Wondering if she was okay, if she was hurt, or maybe just busy. Or maybe Ghostface but you quickly singled that thought out. She couldn’t be the killer- right?

You all made it to her house, she was throwing a party for Wes. You all walked it and she was right there by the door immediately grabbing you in her arms. “Fuck, are you okay? I’ve missed you so much.”

You give her a worried expression “Why haven’t you called or texted, Amber? I was worried about you-“

“I-I’m sorry I just lost my phone” you feel uneasy at that response and she looks at Tara, “should you be up and around right now? Are you guys going somewhere?“ Sam and Tara look at each other than look at Amber.

“I need my extra inhaler” Tara says and Amber slightly nods before going upstairs with Tara while Richie gets everyone out. You wonder around the house with Sam and no matter how many times you’ve been over here, it always managed to make you feel weird and creeped out. You didn’t know what it was.

Sam was growing impatient and yelled “Tara, we’re leaving!” Then you got a call, slowly taking it out of your pocket and looking at Sam slightly scared, you look at the contact. It was Gale. “Mom? Are you alright?”

“Y/N you need to get out of that house, right now!”

“What?”

“You’re in the house where Billy and Stu killed everyone!”

IM SORRY THERES NOT AS MUCH AMBER CONTENT AS I WANTED IN THIS PART but it’ll be in part two! Hope you liked it I’m sorry for the delay :(

[sorrydearie]

!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms

(something something sickly victorian child)

“Repeat after me—”

“I’m not a fucking child.”

“—we do not touch the haunted dolls.”

“If they didn’t want people touching them,” Martín argued, “they should have put up a sign.”

“You mean on top of the rope fencing them off from irresponsible people with a death wish?”

Ah, fuck.

Martín hated to admit it, but Andrés had a point there. 

The corduroy rope was hard to miss, actually. Bright-red, it looped around the displayed dolls like a bold-faced challenge.

Strangely enough, the dolls were the only exhibits to be fenced off. All of the other artifacts in Señor Rodrigez Cabinet of Curiosities – dusty old ouija boards, monkey paws, and various occult paraphernalia – were suspiciously accessible.

Probably because Señor Rodrigez knew very well that he'd built his empire on random trash.

Even so. Martín didn’t appreciate the snide comment. He wrinkled his nose, annoyed, and made a point to glare at Tatiana when she laughed at him.

Taking sides now, was she? 

Whore. 

Come to think of it, Martín wasn’t usually so hostile. 

It must be the creepy dolls, staring at him with their dead, beady eyes. Those porcelain faces with round, rosy cheeks. The irritably long lashes, like little spider legs…

It unnerved him. Creepy little fuckers.

“Anyway. I’m calling their bluff.” Martín waved his hand, dismissive. “You don’t actually believe that I’m gonna get possessed by a sickly Victorian child if I touch them? That’s ridiculous.”

The corners of Andrés’s lips dragged down. Just like they always did when Martín ‘disrespected’ the dead. Or the demonic. And, one notable time, the yetis. 

“Of course you’re not gonna get possessed,” Andrés clarified, matter-of-factly. As though Martín was slow or stupid – or both. “You’ll get cursed. Plunged into a life of despair. Bad luck is going to follow you around like a vengeful ex and you’ll be left with nothing. No money, no friends, no love life.”

"So no different to how things are right now," Tatiana chimed in, sticking out her tongue. Martín briefly contemplated pushing her into the display of cursed masks adorning the wall. How dare she butt into this?!

He glared at her. “You’re a nasty, disgusting, absolutely vile woman—”

“Martín!” 

Andrés gasped, and Martín frowned. What, was Andrés appalled by how Martín had spoken to his ex? They bickered all the time, it was kind of their thing.

But then Andrés grabbed Martín’s arm and dragged him close, eyes glued to one of the dolls displayed in front of them. 

“Did you see that?”

Martín blinked. “See what?”

“That doll’s arm just moved.”

“Bullshit.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“I’m calling you easily excitable.” Like a hot golden retriever, trained to detect the paranormal. “Maybe the air conditioning ruffled her dress, or something. It is chilly here.”

Andrés shot him an unimpressed look.

“I think I’m knowledgeable enough to differentiate between a gust of wind and a real-life demonic presence.”

“You said that the last few times, too…” Martín trailed off, frowning. 

He hadn’t realized it until now, but Andrés was still holding onto him. His fingers were curled, tightly, around Martín’s bicep. 

It was… distracting.

He cleared his throat, suddenly flustered. 

“Whatever,” he said, playing it off. Like Andrés’s touch wasn’t burning him through his clothes. “The only thing scary about these dolls is their fucked-up eyes. So don’t go pissing your pants—”

It all happened so fast. 

He’d been eager to seem cool and unaffected, and so he’d laughed and thrown out his arms – and knocked over one of the stupid dolls.

It tumbled off its pedestal, frilly dress and laces fanning out like a broken parachute, before sprawling onto the floor in a heap of broken limbs and human ringlets. Its dead eyes stared up at Martín, unblinking. 

Tatiana gasped in horror. 

“Oh shit,” Martín said. “That’s not—”

Good, he’d meant to say, but the words got stuck inside his throat when Andrés grabbed his face, crowding him.

“What are you—”

They were impossibly close, just a hair’s breadth between them. Martín could make out the specks of amber in his eyes, like particles of starlight. He could count Andrés’s lashes, and marvel at the perfect dip of his Cupid’s bow…

Martín’s heart knocked against his ribcage like a fucking ping pong ball. 

“Are you all right?” Andrés asked, searching his face. “I told you not to touch the damned thing. Do you feel any different? Light-headed? Fatigued?”

His words were rushed, and for a split second Martín mistook it for worry. But he knew Andrés better than that, knew how to read the signs: the wide eyes, the hitch in his breath, the flush to his cheeks…

The bastard was excited. About Martín getting cursed. 

Hijo de puta. 

Had Andrés no shame? Did he not care if Martín died at the ant-sized hands of an Annabelle knock-off? What if it toddled into his flat at the dead of night and axe-murdered him in his sleep? Would Andrés get off on that?

Martín opened his mouth, ready to give him a good talking-to, but changed his mind at the last second.

Maybe…

Maybe he could use this to his advantage.

“Actually… I’m feeling a bit faint,” he said, wrangling his voice into a croak. He coughed too, for effect. Look at him – weak and wearied and miserable. The poor, unfortunate victim of a powerful curse. 

He made his knees buckle and slumped forward, as if overcome by a dizzy spell, and Andrés’s arms opened for him. He drew Martín close, encouraging him to lean against him. Just like Martín knew he would. 

Andrés made a cooing sound. His breath tickled the hair at Martín’s temple. 

“Let’s get you out of here,” Andrés said, stroking Martín’s back. “The doll’s power over you will only grow stronger if we stay here.”

Martín nodded, and let out an afflicted moan. For good measure. 

From the corner of his eye he could see Tatiana hiding a smirk behind her camera. Martín couldn’t bring himself to care. Not as long as Andrés kept his arms around him, as long as he allowed Martín to tuck his face into the crook of his neck, and held him close.

Nothing mattered, as long as Andrés gave Martín his undivided attention. 

He’d milk Andrés’s sympathy for all it was worth. 

[talimlbcnart]

Bnha gem au:

On a scale from 1 to 10:

How stable are the fusions?

Oh, good one!

For "not making this post miles long" purposes let's just make the Deku Squad.

The rates are the stability of the fusion. If you guys want to suggest names feel free to do so. Most of the names I picked are just for the meme.

Iida & Uraraka (Tenko): The responsible but fun friend. Can go from super nice to super scary in a second. You should listen to them, they know better. 10/10 team mom

Asui & Uraraka (Best Girl, that’s it, that's her name, you can thank Baku Squad for that): Friendly, pretty, most adorable fusion you'll ever met? Check. Also the most salty? Definitely. Don't disrespect her or she will destroy your whole career with just a few words. Baku Squad absolutely adores her and she will often hang out with them much for Bakugo's displeasure. 10/10 Best. Girl.

Midoriya & Todoroki (Shouku): Loves being himself and will often fuse just to get a break from the real world. Absolutely war machine, he’s kind but don't test his patience. 9/10 because ✨️trauma✨️

Todoroki & Uraraka (Just a Friend, yes thats their name, again, thanks Baku Squad): Deku's babysitter. Fuse when Deku is being a stubborn block head and isolating himself for no reason. They're the only one that can get through him and convince him to stop, either because they're too sweet, and Deku can't say no to them or because they can be more stubborn than him, and THEN Deku can't say no to them. 8/10 Deku's fan club's president

Iida & Todoroki (Bruce Wayne, fr they should stop letting Denki name they're fusions): Knight in shining armor. What a gentleman, best boy BEST MAN. That's it, that's him. Also a sociopath that fantasies about killing people who hurt his loved ones I guess but STILL. 7/10 BATMAN

Midoriya & Asui (Emerald, this one was Uraraka's Idea): I head somewhere that some frogs can actually change their genders, and since in this AU they are "gems", Emerald identify as both she/he. Dry sarcastic humor. No one ever knows if he's being serious or not. Uraraka is her favorite person. 7/10 Green

Asui & Iida: Never fused. Probably won't ever either. But would probably be a 7/10

Uraraka & Midoriya (Izocha, I can't joke-name them. They're too pure): Caring and sweet, Izocha will give you cavities if you're not careful. Master of close combat, she will wreck your ass if you hurt her friends. Only fuses in danger situations otherwise is a blushing mess. Why walk? Float. 6/10 *blushes and stutters*

Iida & Midoriya (Sonic, I need REAL NAMES): Responsible in the front; Rebel in the back. Can spend hours on the same subject. Smart-ass, kind of annoying at times. Will kill for their friends if necessary... 5/10 GOTTA GO FAST

Asui & Todoroki (not rated): The first time was also the last they fused because of Tsuyu's problem with cold, so she (the fusion) just slept the whole time. Because of that they don't know anything about her, not even her name. ??/10

Bonus:

Yaoyorozu & Todoroki (IDK, you choose. I'm tired): Absolutely mad Queen. Started as a he, but as they felt more confident change to she. Sugar mommy, will pay for everything, where does she get the money? No one knows! Was a 5/10 at first but as both of them got more comfortable changed to a 9/10.

Iida & Yaoyorozu (President): The Líder of the group. Always come up with the best plans. Even Bakugou listen and respects them. Fuses pretty frequently compared to the others. 10.000/10 incredibly difficult to make them lose it.

[calypso-finale]

Ninety Five.

My friends jumped on my bed waking me out of my sleep as they did “morning birthday bitch!” I chuckled “oh god” I said “don’t oh god us, you know damn well we doing something for your day! Our girl is twenty fucking five” I groaned out “and I am getting old, I can’t do this” I mumbled “old!? Shut up” I don’t feel it’s real, like I am actually twenty five, like has gone so fast for me “awww but thank you girls, the balloons!” I spat “oh yeah, while you snored away we decorated your room and we did it up, oh we was shopping at the store at the night and my god, we had a whole bunch of niggas asking us to come to the house party? They like hey ma your accent is so beautiful, I love them British girls and he fucking roared? And one barked like a dog, we got scared. Halle screamed” I snorted laughing “I told you the psychos come out at night, why did you go? I wouldn’t have been offended if you did nothing” Lillian shrugged “so what, we wanted to do this. We love you girl, and you ain’t old. What is old about twenty five?” she questioned “think about what my mother was doing and think of me? I have a child and just now and then work” Lillian chuckled “that is because you’re lazy” Halle said “oops, sorry. Not Rylee, you have done good for you. I just think you needed to make mistakes, you needed to follow the path. I think personally you have a motive; you have a journey but it’s happening slowly, us humans need to make mistakes. If you didn’t make any and you had a perfect life, I would be like nah something is wrong, but you are normal, fuck it. Just forget all that shit, today is your day and I am excited for your parents thing” squinting my eyes at them “my parents thing?” Lillian kissed her teeth “Halle doesn’t shut up but get up! We making you breakfast, the British way” I laughed “you know what, I became used to it like people disrespect that shit but it’s a big meal, but fine. I am coming. Thank you bitches” resting my head against Lillian and Halle laid on me “I love you all too” Halle mumbled “this place is scary though, at night. What if we got kidnapped? The uber took ages too and we just hid behind the aisles” I sniggered “I told you to drive my car!” I spat “I am scared of the roads, no!” Halle spat.

My friends buying me gifts “you didn’t have too, I didn’t bring you both here for this, I wanted you both here for fun and company” they too kind “I know, but we been having fun and now it’s your big day. I said to your dad like we throwing a big party and he said Rylee doesn’t want it, she said that she wants is quiet but then they told us what they doing, and I like it” Lillian kissed her teeth again “why can’t you just be silent” I laughed “it’s ok by the end of the night she will have said” Halle keeps mentioning “I feel bad now but anyways, breakfast will be served. Open the gifts!” picking the card out first “we got one card, because you know Lillian and I are like twins girl” opening the envelope “I appreciate it, I thank you so much already” I busted out laughing seeing the picture “oh my god, when I met you girls in college, look at me scared. I look scared” hiding my face “this is why we chose it, you was scared of college. Running to the G-Wagon every time, and we was like huh who is that. Realised it was fucking Central Cee, but you was so little compared to us but then again you are ina foreign country” I look funny “true” opening the card “To our angel Rylee, we both feel the same on how we feel about you. You came into our lives by accident, a perfect one too. We have watched you grow into the perfect girl, yes we all make mistakes but that is life Rylee, and we are so proud of you. We don’t want to make it an emotional mess, but you know how we feel about you. Three sisters for life, have the best day my baby. From the bitches” I read out, looking up at them both “thanks guys” I mumbled “like really, you both have been the friends I needed. You don’t kiss my ass, you don’t see me as this spoilt rich girl, you literally see me as me and I thank you” I sighed out “I fucked up badly and yet you both tell me off but never leave my side, I wish I listened to you both, but I won’t think about it, don’t worry” I said smiling “yes please no, let’s fucking leave that” Halle pointed at me, she is right we can’t speak on it.

My girls making me breakfast, that was sweet of them “I am missing Aziel telling us that we are too loud” I laughed “I know right, I missed him too in bed with me. But like my dad said, it’s only right and my dad seems to be the middle man. He is with his dad, and I know he is probably having the best time, I know he will be the happiest so yeah, I do miss him. I hope to see him today, but my dad is the middle man, and I haven’t heard a thing so he must be ok, who is mom when dad is around” rolling my eyes “this is why you need a girl” Lillian pointed “no, you need to give us the girl of the group so I can steal her, I have no man!” I spat “yeah but I think you going to have one. You ain’t dropping this Oakley thing, I saw that guy. We walked by him, he looked. That boy moved his whole neck, I peeped that shit, I ain’t blind. Unfinished business, he fucking loves you and you love him, you ain’t stopping and I don’t think he will. And I think papa is in it too, I just know it” Halle is funny “I hurt him too much, I did a lot and yeah” shaking my head “and you made a mistake babe, we all do it. I am sure he will forgive you; Oakley has a good heart. Like I mean from knowing him he is. I feel it in my bones that you both are unfinished, you both fucking have feelings there. He needed to let you make mistakes, seriously. Just I think, like just me. I get you did what you did but take it slow, least both start talking, communicating for Aziel, then you need to make it up to him. Seeing that cancer video showed me enough to know that there is love. And if not now then years down the line you both will be together” Halle was very passionate about that statement “I put that on my momma” I put my head down laughing “yeah, he needs to unblock me first, he looks so well. I still fancy him, like nobody does amount to him and nobody understands that. I mean yeah I can get the best looking man, but they aren’t him, I don’t care” Lillian smiled “because to you he is the best looking, you fucked up. And Oakley isn’t ugly, man he has girls. But the society want different for you, but nah. You do you, love is still there” smiling a little, they gave me hope.

Picking Aziel up and placing him on the ground “don’t run, stay close. I’ll be two minutes” closing the car door “daddy we go there” he pointed “yeah” he held my hand “mommy birthday” nodding my head “yep, flowers to give from you. Don’t want her to think you’re broke now” making my way over to the store, it feel so good to have my son back with me. To be able to see him, to hold him to speak to him, I think he’s slowly trusting I am not going to leave him, he’s so apprehensive that I was going to leave but he’s trusting me, I have seen him every day since being here, Chris drops him off but today was the first time I got to have him for the night “I pick” Aziel said “yeah if you want” walking into the store “welcome” this lady came from the back “alright” I have no idea what to choose, going over to the desk “I already love your accent” I laughed “yeah, I assumed. Erm it’s his mother birthday and I want him to walk in with flowers. So like something nice” the lady smiled at him, and Aziel is cheesing back “so birthday flowers or romantic” I grinned “nah no romance there, it fizzled out” she chuckled “ok but care is there for you to do this so let’s have a look, what colours?” She asked Aziel “red!” He spat “come, shall we choose some together. Would you like me to make it myself?” She asked me “sure, I don’t mind” watching Aziel going over to the lady to pick flowers, I ain’t that bitter and I wouldn’t do her like she did me because I don’t have it in me. I never wanted Aziel to be affected, but knowing it is her birthday and her dad invited me to her meal, I’m really not staying, I’m going to drop Aziel off and dip because that is weird to be there, and we don’t speak and I wouldn’t speak to her “I want red one” smiling at my son, he is cute “are you wanting to write a note?” She asked “erm yes but like just saying To Rylee happy birthday from Aziel. Something sweet and simple” the lady looked at Aziel “what a beautiful name you have, are you mixed?” She turned to me “do I look it?” I questioned “well I would say you are; you look a little Chinese” I busted out laughing “I’m Irish white and Guyanese” she let out an oh “that is a different mix, and you have a very handsome son, is that enough red for you?” Aziel and this colour red “does it smell nice?” He nodded his head “I like it” I chuckled “come here, let her do her thing” Aziel made his way over to me “I’m helping” picking him up “of course you are, I didn’t say you wasn’t but you picking too much red, what other colours you like?” He paused thinking “yellow” he is so different this child of mine “red, yellow please” poking my bottom lip out “you’re not cute, shut up” trying to get his own way, them nasty colours he wants.

Waving over Aziel “leave Wadz alone, pick a card little man. Got me waiting here for what?” Is this boy crazy “yes” I huffed out “hard work isn’t it, when you not picking a card for your girl and it’s a baby mother” I sniggered “yes, Juke just be careful who you get with” he pulled a face “I’m feeling a girl though, soon. I will show her” laughing at him “here is me thinking you was gay, but that’s cool. You got this card” he walked over to me “let me see” I know he got some goofy shit, grabbing the card and looking at the front “it’s your birthday, time for a hug? What is your problem” I asked, “what yours” Wadz busted out laughing “since he’s turned four he’s been moving mad, you move mad” placing the card back “move mad!” Now he’s going to repeat that word “my mommy birthday” he said to these random girls walking by, just minding their business “awww” they said “oh it’s Central Cee” she said, Aziel ran to me “no it’s my dad” he stood in front of me “bye” he waved to them “I love this kid with my heart, he’s the comedian” Wadz can’t stop laughing “can we have a picture” nodding my head “Aziel one second” I said trying to move him “no” he is so stubborn “Juke take the picture, Aziel stop playing. Come” Aziel is leaning against my legs so I can’t move “no!” The girls came over “ok you can be in the picture” I shook my head “no smile at my dad” looking down at him “what? Aziel stop playing in my face like that, ignore him” Juke is laughing too hard “ok smile” he said as he took the picture “my bad, he’s just moving mad” he pointed at me “no dad” laughing at him “oh man, you’re jarring stop it” mushing his face “he’s so cute, it’s ok. Nice to meet you” Wadz shook his head, dapping him as I walked over to him “tell me why your son is moving like this” I shrugged, I am speechless “he’s protective of his dad, he can’t help it” he ran into me “dad can I have hug” picking him up “of course you can gang” he’s so crazy “but listen to me, you don’t be rude again. I don’t want to hear it, raising your voice and shit” I pointed “I didn’t” he mumbled “being loud for no reason” he doesn’t want to know when I am telling him off, he shuts off.

“Come here” I pointed “don’t run off, take the flowers from uncle, I’ll be back out. Just want to drop him off with them and then leaving, not staying around” Wadz passed Aziel the flowers, taking the card and chocolates from Wadz “you not going to stay for the love?” I pushed him laughing “bad enough I have to go in there with them all, Juke. I’ll be back, let’s go champ” walking off to the restaurant, Chris said they got the whole of the private area to themself, and he said that could either be upstairs or downstairs, they have two. Holding the door open as Aziel carefully went inside “mommy birthday” he said to the waiter “precious, the party is downstairs, I can escort you and shall I take this from you. We don’t want you to drop it now” chewing my bottom lip, I have my shades on again. I can then hide behind it this way “what you say? He’s helping you” I said to Aziel “thank you” smiling at him “ok let’s go, thanks” Aziel walked ahead of me so I can see him, I didn’t even change his clothes but he’s smart enough of course, he is my son he is smart. Walking down the steps and the way Aziel is saying number one to three and starts again “we need to work on that, what you mean you only go up to three?” I kissed my teeth, the waiter passed him the flowers “thank you” I said walking into the room, oh this is intimate, and I just crashed this, I mean thee is a few people but it’s very close family, Chris is the first one to come to me “you came” I laughed “yeah, yeah. That’s from Aziel” I passed it him “yeah” he dapped me and then hugged me “mommy birthday” Aziel made his way over to Rylee, peeping Rylee in her black dress, she looks good “awww for me” Rylee said, well this awkward “yes mommy, my Ps” I snorted laughing, that boy would say that. Chris passed her the card and chocolates; I looked away as she looked to me because I am not looking and it’s not my thing “how was he for the night?” Chris asked “good, he is a little bad ass though. He just wants to be with the gang and when I say no he don’t like it” Chris shook his head “he is something, come sit” shaking my head “Oh nah, I am not staying. It’s not my thing and the boys are waiting, just come to drop him off” Chris let out an oh “but I said you can be here” I grinned “yeah, yeah but no thank you” Aziel ran back to me “I am going now, give me hug” Aziel stopped running “no” here he goes “you either give me hug or I just go” getting my phone out from my pocket “hello” why is Juke even calling “how long? You staying aren’t you” he is so impatient “oh nah, I am coming” Aziel is mean mugging “I am going then, are you driving? Did you drive off with me, Chris. Nice seeing you” dapping him before I went “well we assumed you would stay” I groaned out “I am coming now, so spin it back” opening the door I jumped back, I didn’t know there was a guard here “no, no, no” shouted “no come back, please” turning around “you’re staying here, just give me hug” here he goes with his tears.

I guess my brother was right “this boy doesn’t trust you now” Chris said to me, he is sat on my lap and I am now at this meal, sat between Chris and Imani, Rihanna is far and so is Rylee so I am not seeing that but I still have shades on “it’s an issue, I get it. Like he feels I will just disappear but it was never by choice, I don’t want to see him like that, I struggle to leave him like when he is that emotional but something has got to give. Like it’s going to be hard, in London he has to stay with his mom. Like you right now do the in-between thing” it will be hard “yeah I will bring it up to Rylee, make a schedule but you both need to talk for his sake like he is growing and really you need to talk for him. I get it, like I do. If that was me and Robyn, no matter what we went through, I would still have feelings for her so I would struggle. I understand, but for the kid you need too and he needs to understand you ain’t going, he needs a schedule and some sanity. He has been on a fucking cruise, a holiday, parties. I mean I get it” I am pissed with Rylee, she did that to him “I was there, like she could have dropped him off” looking at Taylan as he walked around the table “I been meaning to come around” he got his hand out to me, I was going to reject it but I can’t be bothered “that is ok” shaking his hand “I have so much respect for you, I do. I am so happy to see you here” nodding my head “thank you” he seems a little emotional “you want to cry?” Imani said “did you watch the video? Ask Ti, I still talk about it, just happy for you” he patted my shoulder as he walked off “must suck to hear about the C word or for it to be bought up” I pulled a face “sometimes, I used to think of it as pity. But I don’t now” I think Rylee bullshit mouth made me feel it was.

Grabbing water from the side “is it safe?” looking behind me “oh” I laughed, Lillian and Halle both shyly came over “yeah always, not mad with you both now” opening the water bottle “oh my days, Oakley. Fuck, I am so happy to see you like this, can I hug you?” Halle said it but just hugged me, it was a little out the blue “we are about you, like we do and just to see you like this. I am happy” I cooed out, hugging Lillian after “you deserve the break, you deserve the happiness” that is sweet of them, Rylee is looking here but she doesn’t know that I can see her, this is why I wear shades “how are you? Like you good now?” nodding my head “yeah, sometimes like I get sad but that is it, I am well though mentally. Happy too about Aziel, how the guys? Shocked they not here” I pointed out “leave the boys at home” Halle laughed “you coming to the club later” shaking my head “nah, you have fun though” Lillian is smirking “why? I mean don’t let her birthday get in the way, come to the club” shaking my head “nah, thank you though. And even if she was there, I don’t care” I shrugged “then unblock her, since you don’t care” Halle said which made me laugh “I will, don’t worry about it. Have fun in the club, a drunk Rylee is different” I said “and she always says your name and calls our for you, just saying” Lillian shook her head “stop it now, leave him alone. But you can come if you want but it’s so good to see you” Lillian trying to switch it up, cute of her. I swallowed hard as Rylee came over, this is awkward just seeing her coming closer and closer.

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PLEASE READ BEFORE STORY////

No Spoilers of season 4 other than Eddie.

The Timeline is wrong. Please try to look over this errors I make the the story make sense ❤️

NO SCARY STUFF//…….. The timeline isn’t only messed up but I took out a lot so ,no scary stuff that did actually happen in Stranger Things, will apply in this Fanfic

I OWN NOTHING BUT THE ‘STORY LINE’ ITSELF. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARTERS OTHER THAN ‘Y/N ….which is you so I don’t own you at the same time. 🤨🙃You get it Enjoy your story ::CHAPTER THREE

Filler chapter.

Billy’s P. O. V.

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“Billy is that you?” Neil, Billy’s dad asks him.

“Yeah it’s me,” Billy sighs “what’s up?” He finishes walking into the living room fully.

“What’s up? You should have your sister is what’s up!” Neil grumbles sarcastically.

“She wanted to go to her friends be-“ Billy was cut off my his father shoving him against the wall causing a ‘family’ picture to fall.

“ When your here she’s here DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!!SHE IS YOUR SISTER PROTECT HER!”

Sister.

Billy hated that word. Max was far from a sister, she was just another reason for Neil to beat the shit out of em. The thing was Billy did have interest in his life other than faking his ego in crowds.

He loves to listen to music while working out, he loves surfing and keeping his hair maintained, He really loves cars and reading magazines about them. He was always told by his dad that he was a sissy for even trying to express his emotions, which caused Billy later on in life to close and cover up his emotions using girls, attention, booze and sometimes drugs.

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After Billy got in his room he couldn’t think of anything but you. The way your hand was soft, he met you a week ago yet he can still feel your hand in his. He raises his right hand and puts it against his cheekbone. Billy felt warm around you maybe even safe? “God I’m so cheesy” Billy says to himself as he snaps off the lamp falling asleep. ..

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…..-thinking of you.

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The sound of kids chatting and laughing walking through the halls as lockers slam shut. It was Friday again and everyone was excited for the weekend.

“Nah man it’s gonna be fire ton of b-‘ “Y/NN!!” Carol cuts her boyfriend off from talking to Billy who was walking to his locker.

“I didn’t know you and Billy were locker buddies,” she says loud and dramatic you brace yourself for the hug she tackled you in

“Oh yeah, hey Carol” Y/n laughs ,Billy doesn’t look at her , he just smiles in his locker ‘she is so cute ‘ billy thought

“Are you going to Tinas tonight?, you can bring Robin just try to leave the loser” Carol laughs at her own joke as her boyfriend chuckled

“Eddie isn’t a loser” you snap at her annoyed at the disrespect. Billy just raises a eyebrow at your reaction shutting his locker door

“How about we not get all fussy mmk? It’s at seven see ya there” Carol sings walking away with her friends. Y/n sighs when she thinks they’re all gone.

“Sorry for them, you know offending your boyfriend in all.” Billy says to you causing you to snap your head up surprised. Billy knew Eddie wasn’t your boyfriend he just wanted to hear it from you.

“Oh Ha yeah he- Eddie,,! isn’t my uuh boyfriend” you finish averting your eyes embarrassed at the topic. Billy could care less if people called the kid a loser or a freak the kid was, but Billy really wanted you so he would play along. Billy smiles at your shyness which made him more confident.

“Well that’s a shocker, your the prettiest girl I’ve seen.” Billy flirts trying to turn you more red although your different.

You laugh.

“Smooth ha” y/n laughs more at her nervousness she was feeling less at Billy’s pick up line. Y/n noticed his face change

fuck.

“Oh no imnotlaughing at you I- You/-I’m just-“ Y/n stops herself closing her eyes with a shy smile “Thank you” you finally stop rambling. Billy smiles and winks at you before walking away.

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“Fuck,fuck,fuck” y/n says to herself quietly as she walks fast to her car.

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“AND she SHOWS up!” Dustin yells as soon as he sees you walking up. “What took so long?” He continued as waves his friends over.

“Shut up and get in the car” Y/n tells her brother annoyed driving the boys to the Arcade.

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“And I just stumbled all over my words wayyy worse than you did with Emma in sixth grade.” You tell Robin

“HEY!” Robin say offended “you need to calm down he probably won’t even remember it.” Robin tries to calm you down.

“They’re probably all laughing at me right now at Tinas ughh why do I even care what people think of me” snapping yourself out of your manic state

“There’s my girl. Wanna order a pizza?” Robin says proud at her friend. You just nod at her you didn’t care what everyone thought of you it really didn’t bother you. But the thought of you looking dumb in front of Billy just scares’? you in a way. Maybe you had a crush. After you guys eat your pizzas you were watching a scary movie before a phone rang causing you to jump up.

“Hello?” You answered half paying attention to the phone.

“ HEY Y/n listen I need you down at the Arcade right now fast!” Dustin says in a panic tone scaring the shit out of you ,you grab your keys real fast which gets robins attention

“Shit Dustin what’s wrong” you ask scared looking around for your shoes

“They just plugged in a new game and we need ten dollars to play all night.” Dustin says still in a panic. You throw your keys on the counter and let out a sigh

“OH MY GOD Dustin you scared me. THATS so stupid I thought you guys were in trouble. ANd you can figure a way out of your little problem on your own.” You hang up on Dustin annoyed

“God that kid is so annoying” y/n says to Robin who just laughs in agreement as they finish watching the movie. The weekend went by pretty fast not lot going on in a small town so before you knew it. It was ugh.

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As Y/n walks up the stairs to the front doors of the school she hears her name being called so she turns around

“Aye y/n wait up” Steve semi yells to you while running to you. You smile.

“Hey Steven!” Y/n says as he approached her he glared at the nickname which makes you laugh.

“I was trying to catch you over the weekend but~” you nod at him knowing he’s lying “anyways I was wondering if you wanted to watch me at practice today?” He asked curiously with a waiting smile walking around hall with you.

“Isn’t that a couples thing” you question him with a confused glare he shrugged

“Support is support you know?” Steve tries to explain as they turn a corner to the hall where your locker was.

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Billy’s P. O. V.

Billy watched the two walk down the hall together. Billy knew you had a lot of friends he just hated when those friends were guys, when those guys were Steve Harrington. Steve has been Billy’s competition since he got to this shity ass town. The way you were smiling at each other made him mad ,not at you, of course. But he was going to take it out on that guy. Apparently Steve had asks you to watch practice and you denied Steve’s offer because some sort of club, Billy was just happy you rejected the guy. Billy took it way to hard on Steve, every chance Billy had he would push Steve down or mutter insults here and there.

“What’s your problem man?” Steve asks after Billy blocked his dunk by body slamming Steve to the ground

“Just playing the game Harrington” Billy smirks knowing that he could beat Steve Harrington anytime any day. Now Billy’s tired of these little boys getting in his way, He’s going to end the anxiety soon by getting you. Having you.

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Sorry really short chapter. Filler chapter if you wil.

Thank you guys that was chapter three. I hope you like it. This chapter has more with Billy’s home life. Yes this story is a slow burn 🔥 it’s going to get good soon just I love the build up. Let me know how you guys feel about the chapter or just if you want someone to talk to I’m here ❤️

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Douchebags and Arseholes and Twats, Oh My!

Fem!marauder!reader x platonic!marauders

y/n = your name y/m/n/n = your marauders nickname

h/c = hair colour Word count: 1k+

Warnings: Catcalling, verbal harassment, mentions of sexual comments but none actually included, the boys just being very protective

Summary: You walk to a nearby store to pick up some snacks for your Marauders-only movie night, only to be harassed, catcalled and scared out of your mind the entire walk back.

A/N: I wrote this in a frenzy when I returned home from a walk where this actually happened and the only thing I wanted for comfort was a hug from James Potter. It's not perfect, it's unedited and was written with teary eyes but I hope it can bring somebody some comfort <3

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Enjoy <3

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Your trip to the corner store was supposed to be simple.

A quick walk to grab some snacks for your movie night with the boys, 30 minutes to get there and back to James’ house at most.

The boys were going to go with you but you reasoned with them, reminding them of how quickly you’d be back and how they should set up for the movie night while you were gone. They eventually relented, although James was a bit reluctant to let you go alone and Sirius was seated on a couch, pouting because he couldn’t walk with you.

You had grabbed your wallet and headed out the door, making your way towards the little shop a couple blocks down the road.

The trip there was quite uneventful, just walking in peace, enjoying the sounds of birds chirping and the light summer breeze blowing past you. It was the trip back that was slightly more troublesome.

Once you had found all the snacks the boys had asked you to get (along with some sour gummies hidden in the bag for Peter who had practically begged for you to get him some candy the other boys wouldn’t steal away) you left the store, giving the cashier a quick smile and a quiet ‘thank you!’ on your way out.

The first little bit of your walk was fine, just as peaceful as before, admiring the obviously rich neighbourhood James and his parents lived in, until some boys walking across the street decided to start up a ‘conversation’.

They tried talking to you from across the street, at first only making slightly disrespectful comments that set off some alarm bells in your head. However, when you merely glanced at them and continued walking without giving a response they got a bit frustrated.

The rest of the walk home they were shouting things at you, some sexual comments about your body, some things they said they’d ‘like to try out with you’, some just flat out insults, calling you all sorts of names while you just gripped your bags a little tighter and walked a little faster.

This continued for quite some time, them shouting crude things at you, you not responding and continuously wishing you had brought one of the others with you in hopes that having someone else around would make the dumbasses walk away.

They spoke from across the road the majority of the walk, however when you were about ¾ of the way back they crossed the road to see if they could gain more of a reaction that way. What they didn’t seem to be expecting was you taking off in an absolute sprint, running as fast as you possibly could towards the Potter’s home.

You ran as fast as you could hearing the echo of your harassers trying to catch up to you, not caring about your h/c hair blowing into your face or the slight sting in your feet from repeatedly hitting the pavement through the soles of your shoes.

You made it back to the house and as soon as you let yourself inside you finally were able to take a deep breath as well as letting a few tears drip down your face caused by the overwhelming and frankly, quite scary encounter.

He must have heard the door close when you came in because a couple moments after you sunk to the floor, Remus shouted down the stairs “Is that you y/m/n/n?”

Hearing his voice accompanied by footsteps descending the staircase you quickly made your way back to your feet, breathing heavily, and tried to make yourself look like you didn’t just run for nearly ten minutes straight in a panic.

“Yup! I got the snacks, I’ll go set them up in the kitchen for us.”

You dashed through the hallway, past the stairs and towards the kitchen, still trying to calm your racing heart. As you began taking the food out of the shopping bags the boys all piled into the room, eagerly searching to see what snacks they could grab.

You weren’t aware of what exactly you looked like in that moment but you knew that if they saw your face they would know something was wrong. You knew you could let them know what happened, they would rip those stupid boys to shreds if they knew, so you weren’t sure why you were trying to hide it.

Maybe you were embarrassed that you didn’t talk back to them? Or maybe it was because you didn’t want them to see you as weak? Honestly, it was puzzling but you didn’t have time to sort that out at this moment, nor did you want to bother them with the harsh topic on what was supposed to be your “Monthly-Magnificent-Marauders-Only-Movie-Night”, credit goes to James for the stupidly long name.

As the other three marauders chatted loudly and made an attempt to snag their favourite snacks so they could head to where the movie was set up in James’ room, Peter turned to you. He was about to check with you about the extra candies you had promised him, when he noticed you were being extremely quiet and staying mostly turned away from the group.

He moved towards you a bit so he could get a better glimpse of your face in hopes of figuring out what was up.

“Y/m/n/n, are you… crying?”

All chatter immediately stopped when the small, mousy boy asked his question.

You looked up, only to find that all eyes were on you, thoughts of snacks and movies completely lost as all four boys stared at you, with questions and concerns filling their minds.

When you stayed silent, trying to formulate an answer, Sirius was the first to speak, a comforting tone to his voice, still laced with concern as he draped a gentle arm across your shoulders, pulling you into his side slightly. “What happened, love?”

“Nothing, it’s alright, it was nothing important.” You responded, only to realize a little too late that your answer was not nearly convincing enough for the boys standing before you.

James spoke up next, with a slightly panicked tone to his voice “Do I need to kill someone? Because I will. I swear to you I will, just give me an address, I don’t even need my wand, i’m sure I could find a baseball bat somewhere in my closet and then I could just-”

Remus stopped James from his slight murderous rambling, taking a step forward to take one of your hands in his as he spoke in what he hoped was a calm tone. “Darling, we don’t want to pressure you into telling us anything, we are just worried.”

“Yeah, y/n we really just want to help, if you’re comfortable explaining what happened.” Peter interjected, his expression of anxiousness obvious through his tense stance, precisely matching the other three.

You sighed, realizing that they weren’t going to relax until you told them what had you so distraught. After you muttered a quiet “okay, but can we sit down first?” you all moved to sit upstairs in James’ bedroom, yourself sitting on the bed, Sirius on your right, James on your left, and Remus settling on a desk chair in front of you while Peter set all of the snacks on James’ desk before seating himself on the floor next to the bed.

Once everybody was sitting down you began by making them promise not to do anything stupid and to let you get through the entire story before they said anything. Although it took a small bit of nagging to get them all to agree, they relented.

You told them what had happened on your walk home, explaining why you felt so small and weak under the words and actions of your harassers. Through your explanation James had put a comforting arm around your shoulder while Sirius lightly rubbed up and down your back anytime you stumbled over your words out of anxiousness. By the end of your story Peter had grabbed one of your hands in his, stroking the back of it lightly with his thumbs, Remus doing the same with your remaining hand.

After a moment of silence Sirius spoke.

“Are we allowed to speak now?”

The moment you nodded your head there was a loud exclamation of collective shouts, containing words like “bloody prats” and “stupid twats” as well as some more R-rated insults that were quite fitting of the situation.

You stood in front of where they were still seated and waited for them to quiet down. When they stopped their furious screaming they all turned to you as you voiced your thoughts. “Honestly, boys, I really don’t want to think about it anymore. It’s done and over with now so I’d rather just watch the movie you’ve all picked out.”

They seemed to take this in for a moment before Remus uncharacteristically blurted out “Those arseholes are still bloody gits though.”

All the boys murmured quiet agreements as James stood and moved to engulf you in a hug, his arms around your waist as yours moved up to wrap around his shoulders.

“Seriously though, y/n, you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You are worth so much more than what those idiotic prats said to you.”

You nodded, pulling away from the hug only to be brought into another one, this time by Sirius. “Don’t pay those dumb twats any mind at all, beautiful. You deserve the world and if anyone ever says otherwise I know you can beat them to a pulp to show ‘em who’s boss.” his voice muffled, since he was basically speaking into your hair.

“Yeah, I’ll beat them up next time for sure, Pads. Throw a few punches just like you and Prongs, right?” you said with a slight chuckle and you didn’t have to look at his face to know he was smiling proudly at your response.

You pulled back and moved over to the overly large bed in the middle of the room, grabbing some snacks along the way. The boys joined you shortly, each of them also grabbing their snack of choice, proceeding to make themselves comfortable around you.

Surprisingly, Sirius was the best with the muggle technology you were using to watch the movie so he was the one to start the film and hop onto the bed once it began, landing sprawled across you and James in a fairly graceless manner.

After both of you groaned and had pushed Sirius fully off of you, you settled back into the abyss of blankets and pillows the boys had set up, leaning your back onto Remus’ chest, the opening credits of “The Wizard of Oz” started. As Peter got comfortable next to you he grabbed your hand and looked over at you. “We’ve got your back, y/m/n/n, you know that right?”

“Always, darling.” Remus chimed in.

“I know, boys. And I’m very grateful you kept your promise in not doing anything stupid like going after those boys earlier.”

“Yeah, about that... “ Sirius started, exchanging a look with James that you knew meant they were already plotting something, before you cut him off with a stern glance in their direction, causing them both to raise their hands in surrender, turning their attention back to the movie.

“They’re still a bunch of douchebags though.” James spoke in a very clearly disgruntled tone.

“Arseholes” Peter added in an equally fed up tone of voice.

“Twats.” Remus muttered.

You just smiled a little as you spoke quietly for the last time before the movie became the object of attention, your words bringing soft smiles to each of their faces.

“I love you, boys.”

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[calpicowater]

Week 6.5/52: February 7th - February 13th 2022 | Betty & Wing Housewarming 🏡

Reunited with these gay kids 蜡笔小新 squad after a month. Also, I haven’t gone out in a month. First time putting makeup on in sooooo long omg. Forgot that I can look like this... Went to visit BT/WS new house for the first time (it’s so pretty omg........ their interior design is chef’s kiss). We ate so much hot pot today. Had four different soup bases (mala spicy, tomato, mushroom, and clear broth) with so much meat, oil sticks, vegetables, cow stomach, potato clear noodles, bean curd puffs and etc etc etc....... Actually I almost died because I have a bad habit of drinking spicy hot pot broth but this one today had SO much oil I legit wasn’t able to breathe for a solid 2 minutes. I barely drank any wtf....... I couldn’t talk or breathe because the oil completely blocked my airways. I thought I was going to die at my friends’ home....... 😭😭😭 legit so scary but I’m alive (thank goodness). Don’t think I’ve come so close to death before minus the time in grade 3 when I choked on sour candy (gdi I need to stop eating lol). Anyways I ate so much LMAO. Betty kept feeding us so much 9 lol that rose plum one is so yum??? She also made a DIY 米酒 and it tasted like ice cream fr. After eating, they taught me how to play Mahjong LOL I’ve finally learned....... and then we went to eat hot pot round two... and then we played Mahjong again 😭😭😭 and then slapjack LOL. Just chaotic kids.

Went back to work on the Sunday and got hella hostility from a student’s dad who started disrespecting and belittling me and overall talking shit about me in front of me for a solid 10+ minutes. He kept arguing with me over a company policy that I had absolute no control over and continued to throw tantrums until I couldn’t handle it anymore lol. I have been going through too much shit ngl I legit just ran out of my room mid-convo to get my supervisor and when I was trying to tell him what the fuck was happening I just started crying..... Bruh. It was so embarrassing for me.............. The student’s mom was being nice the entire time and ended up apologizing to me personally after everything. Which I don’t think she needed to do that at all. I just feel bad that she married... that. She’s so nice but why the fuck is he so mean. She even said herself that he was being a dick lmao exact words. Entitled people are everywhere and most of the time I can deal with worse shit (and I have many times!!!!). But I really was not having it this day. Fuck. Even when I left the dad kept talking shit about me to my supervisor, saying that he doesn’t like my vibes etc. lol. You assholes just hate my vibes because I don’t kiss up to you because you’re an asshole and you should d word???? ha. The worst part is that I did not tell anyone about what happened but the word got out so fast (headache) that the entire department knew in a matter of hours (I got so many DMs right after my shift asking me if I am ok/what happened fml it’s quite embarrassing). I can’t........ I know that I am a sad little child in my personal life but I really do not have to be sad photographer at work too. I try so hard to just be chill and calm... and I am at most times. Personal life is just interfering with other aspects of life. Need control. But I am just trying to make money... why are people so mean.... I’m so done. How to erase my existence... Aiya. Rest of work day was honestly good... students were all nice and my coworkers were helping me a lot. My supervisor even split a Japanese cheesecake with me during break to cheer me up from hostile man lol. Life is life but I keep thinking back at the whole situation and I wish I could have reacted better/controlled my emotions better. I don’t want to cry again. I don’t need people like this to get to me again. 

Please tell me life will get better. I fuck up a lot but I’m an okay person...

[juniorgman187]

More Than You Know (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Summary: After Reader goes through a life-threatening situation, the only person who can help her is the person that landed her in the situation in the first place - Spencer. 

Category: Angst  Couple: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: Cussing, mentions of violent attack, allusions to PTSD Word Count: 2.1K

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Hate is a very strong word. A word that was specifically reserved for your feelings towards Spencer Reid. 

You loathed that man, or should you say boy, with every fiber of your being. Ever since you joined the unit, he had it out for you. He’d brutally ignore you for long periods of time, refused to collaborate with you, and when he did acknowledge you - the attention wasn’t exactly rewarding. He’d correct you, talk over you when you tried to speak, or sometimes he’d just flat out insult you. You didn’t know what you did to provoke him or what made you so deserving of his harsh treatment, but you wouldn’t stand for it. You weren’t just going to be a doormat, so you thought: an eye for an eye. If he was going to disrespect you, you weren’t going to respect him. You had no problems playing nice, though. In fact, it was a game between the two of you. Whenever you’d have dinner at Rossi’s or there was a special occasion that the entire team attended, you two were the best of friends. It was an unspoken rule that you and Spencer were to be on your best behavior at formal functions. You’d smile at each other, compliment one another, even laugh together. It was all just an act, none of it was real, but it was fun to play. Your dynamic confused the team, but it made perfect sense to you. If Spencer treated you poorly, you would do the same. If he treated you nicely, you had no problems reciprocating a good attitude back. It was all dependent on him. His behavior dictated who he would deal with - the angel or the devil. 

Today you came into work, even though you really shouldn’t have. Just a few days prior, you’d managed to dislocate your knee after an unsub surprised you from behind. And who was to blame but the genius himself who suggested, ‘Let’s split up.’ Because you two separated, you were left to trek the forest all by your lonesome and clearly, it didn’t work in your favor. 

Even though you were badly wounded, you couldn’t let your paperwork build up, and you knew you’d get too distracted at home to focus on it, so you came to work late at night when you knew no one would be around to reprimand you or send you packing. You definitely should’ve been taking a break, but you were a workaholic at heart and not even a dislocated knee would change that. 

When you opened the glass doors, you were pleased to see that you were all alone. With your crutches to help you, you finally got to your desk. You flicked on your desk lamp and gathered the large stack of papers from your pull out cabinet. 

“You’re not supposed to be back yet.” A voice chimed from behind you. 

No fucking way. 

You were so pissed off at him that you didn’t even want to look at him. 

“So is this where you’ve been? In the office while the rest of the team visited me in the hospital?” It was a passive-aggressive comment referring to the fact that your ‘teammate’ who was responsible for your injury didn’t even have the decency to come to the hospital to see you. It wasn’t like you particularly wanted him there but that was the least he could’ve done.

He didn’t even answer because he was so much of a scaredy cat. 

“That’s what I thought.” You added, returning to your work. 

It was most likely a cruel joke conceived by Hotch that Spencer’s desk was right across from yours. Because just when you thought you could do your paperwork peacefully, there he was, taking his seat in front of you. The privacy dividers weren’t tall enough to shield you from his stupid face and his stupid stares. 

You’d dealt with his staring all of five minutes before finally speaking up. “Do you need something?” You sassily asked, looking right back at him as he simply stared and sipped at his coffee. 

He pouted his lips a little and shrugged. “Nope. I’m good.”

Oh, so it’s gonna be like that? 

“What are you even doing here?” Anger thickly coated your tone. 

“Just enjoying my coffee.” He devilishly grinned. The fact that he was acting so nonchalant pissed you off even more. 

You blew it off and averted your eyes from the soul-sucking devil doctor and got back to work. Apparently, it wasn’t enough to watch you while you worked, because he started sipping loudly from his mug. The slurping noise was ear-splitting. It was one of your biggest pet-peeves and somehow, Reid knew that. Loud chewers and drink slurpers had a special place in hell according to you. Reid did too, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you implode from his annoying behavior. So instead of reacting, you simply looked up from the papers, smiled, leaned over his desk, grabbed the cup from his hands, and took a long drawn out sip. You pressed your lips so hard onto the rim that it left a lipstick stain when you were done with it. You placed the cup right back onto his desk, making sure to turn the lipstick mark towards him. You sat back down with a smug look on your face. 

Take that, germaphobe. 

“Mmm, that was really good coffee. I needed that. Thanks a bunch, Sebastian.” Oh did you forget to mention? Rather than calling him Spencer, you’d deliberately say a different guy name that started with S just to piss him off. The first few times he actually corrected you, but after a while, he just gave up entirely. That was your first victory in the long line of battles between you and him. 

Reid glared at you with dark eyes. “That was real cute. But is that all you got?” 

“I mean, I could suggest splitting up while pursuing an unsub, so you’re all alone while being brutally attacked, but then again, I’m not that cruel.” You spat. You wanted him to feel your wrath. You hoped that he felt so guilty and torn up over his mistake that he couldn’t even sleep at night. You wanted him to know just how scary it was being in the dark, being beaten by someone much stronger than you, being completely alone. 

As the awful memory started to replay in your mind, you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You momentarily rose from your seat, planning on composing yourself in the restroom, but you still had more to say.

“What were you even thinking, Reid? Splitting up? I mean, you of all people know what can happen when people split up. Remember Tobias?” This touched a nerve, but he didn’t get angry. No, he actually looked sorry. 

“Do you know the first thing I did when he jumped me?” It was a rhetorical question so you continued to tell him. “I yelled for you. I yelled out your name three times. I needed you, Reid. I needed you, and you did nothing. Could you not hear me or were you just ignoring me like you always do?” Tears were spilling from your eyes at a million miles per second now. You wiped them away to hide your weakness and exasperatingly flung your arms. 

“I thought I was gonna die, dude! I actually felt like I was on the verge of death. And you were the first person I asked for. Not Hotch. Not Morgan. Or Rossi. Or JJ. Or Prentiss. You. You were the person I wanted to come and save me, but no. You couldn’t resist letting me struggle on my own  . . . I hope that haunts you at night. I hope you never forget what your negligence could’ve done. I hope you’re forever tormented by the thought of showing up to my funeral with the knowledge that you treated me like complete shit while I was alive. I hope you dwell on the image of my family crying over my dead body, while you stand there watching - knowing that you were the only person who could’ve prevented my death.” You were laying it on thick, but you didn’t even feel a single ounce of guilt. Why should you? He deserved to know that his actions had consequences. “How’s that for cruel, Reid?” 

You stood up completely using your crutches to hobble to the bathroom. You were finished with your sermon and it felt good to speak and not be interrupted by him. To release all the pent up anger you harbored. Reid was at a complete loss for words, just as he should’ve been. And just before you exited the glass doors, you turned around. 

“You know, what the worst part is? That even after all of that, I was still ready to console you and tell you that it wasn’t your fault after I came out of surgery. I was ready to forgive you at the hospital. But you didn’t even have the heart to be there . . . now I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive you.”

You pushed the doors open and didn’t look back. Heading for the bathroom, you staggered as fast as your one foot and two crutches could carry you. When you finally got there, your upper body collapsed onto the sink and the crutches fell out from under your arms. The mirror exposed your appearance to yourself and it was horrifying how you barely recognized yourself. 

Your eyes were red and swollen from crying, with the right one still faintly black and blue from a fading bruise. Your face was covered in scratches that came from the twigs you squirmed in while trying to escape. There was a small band aid on the bridge of your nose where he punched you to silence you after you called Reid’s name for the third time. The sounds of your own muffled cries and labored breathing repeated in your mind over and over again. You could actually feel his hands around your neck suffocating you again. You were breathless from crying so hard. Your wails ricocheted off the bathroom walls. The only stability you had came from clutching the sink as your body rocked back and forth with each sob. Had you wept any louder, you wouldn’t have heard the bathroom door open. In the mirror, you could see Reid silently approaching. 

“Get out!” You screeched. He didn’t listen and instead came even closer with outstretched arms. 

“No! I hate you!” You backed away from him and right into a wall. You had nowhere to go with his frame completely blocking you from escaping. “I hate you!” You repeated, beating his chest with the side of your balled up fists. 

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” You screamed. Each beat on his chest grew weaker and weaker as you succumbed to the pain. 

“I know. I know,” He softly answered. “Come here, Y/N.” Putting his arms around you. This time, you didn’t stop him. He held you in his arms, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You couldn’t hug him back yet. Your hands stayed glued to your sides while your cries started subsiding. 

“I’m -” He choked up before he could even say the rest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

His shaky voice made you whimper. He was genuinely sorry, but it didn’t change things. 

“I hate you.” You muttered once more. This one didn’t sound as violent as the previous ones. You’d repeated it so many times it lost its meaning because it wasn’t true. It wasn’t a word specifically reserved for Reid anymore, because you didn’t hate him. Not at all. 

Reid heard the change of tone in your voice and squeezed you even harder. 

He didn’t hate you either. 

Slowly, you accepted his hug. At first, your palms were flat against his shoulder blades, but eventually, you let your arms wrap around his neck completely. 

“I don’t know if I can do this job anymore.” You honestly confessed. It was true. Ever since the attack, it started pervading your every breath. Not a second went by that you didn’t think about it. It was at the front of your mind at all times. 

“You’re so much stronger than you think - more than you know.” Spencer told you. You wanted to believe him. You wanted his words to help, but they couldn’t. It wasn’t enough. 

“When is it finally time to give up?” This was a question that had been on your mind a lot as of recently. At what point do you bow out? When is it time to call it quits? How do you know when you’ve had enough? How do you know how much more you can take before you break? Was there an answer to any of that? Apparently so. 

“Growing might feel like breaking at first, Y/N.”

Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don’t have the strength.

- Theodore Roosevelt

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

[chil2de]

Hi just wondering if you’d ever consider writing for chuuya from bungo stray dogs and nishinoya from haikyuu. I love them both so much and you’re my favourite author and I’d really love to see how you’d write for them if you’re up for it

sorry @ all my other fandoms it’s literally the way i dropped everything to write this LMFAO

hiya!! i’m sosos happy this came through i remember a while back a lovely anon requested dazai from bsd and i completely forgot about it so aaaa!! so sorry if you’re reading this that anon! but nevertheless! i really, really adore chuuya and this is in fact my first time writing for bsd and chuuya for that matter. i’m so flattered anonie, thank you <3 i hope i done him justice :) p.s: i got a little bit carried away and was planning to post nishinoya in this one too but.. yeah. be sure to look out for him cause i’ll post a separate piece for yuu! enjoy.

nsfw content below! if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer here before proceeding. thank you!

a note: logically, this fanfic makes no sense because chuuya doesn’t wear his sexy vest + hat outfit until after dazai has left the port mafia so... don’t think about logic, k? (i think so anyway? it’s been a while)

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there’s a clink of ice dragging against glass that chimes through the air. inside the glass seems to be a transparent liquid of sorts, leading anyone of the ordinary to believe that it may at least be vodka. in actuality, it’s just lemon flavoured water with some ice. it’s not like anyone would pick up his drink to take a sip anyway-

“oh? it’s not vodka? ehhhhh, are you trying to look cool, chuuya?” dazai takes a bold swig of the beverage before setting it back down onto the coaster. he bears a large grin that stretches from ear to ear, eyes lightly fluttered shut as he hums sardonically. there’s a spring in his step as he traverses beside chuuya and hops himself up onto the window, legs dangling and ankles fluttering.

“what the hell do you want?” chuuya barks, eyebrows creasing in disgust.

“what do i want? hm. like right now? you know.. i could probably go for some coffee right now! a cappucino? no- maybe latte? oh, wait, what about a flat white-“

“dazai.” chuuya hisses, spinning around from his chair to face him.

“seriously. cut the bullshit. why are you here, huh? i’m not having a tea party with you, so if you’re here to waste my time, leave.”

“ugh, you’re always so to the point. a little smalltalk and banter never killed anyone.”

“it killed my brain cells. spit it out.”

“chuuuyaaa~ you’re so meaaaan!”

there’s a scowl that chuuya pierces through dazai so heavily to the point where the latter is forced to drop his foxy act.

“we’re taking a woman in for questioning. she refuses to stay anywhere that’s not a proper bedroom, said that she’s more than willing to comply otherwise.”

“pffft, what a fucking stuck-up princess. so what? you’re sticking me with her?”

“believe me, you’ll thank me. i can’t take her. i’m out on a job in a few.”

“i’d never thank you but alright. i just have to keep an eye on her until tomorrow?”

“even you won’t be able to screw this up.” dazai remarks as he slides off the window, straightening himself before beelining towards the door.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? you tryna say something?”

“uh-huh. anyways! see you later.”

as dazai heads outside, he takes one last glance at chuuya from over his shoulder.

“alsooo, can you keep the noise down to a minimum? everyone knows your name here already-“

“shut up!”

“yeah, okay~”

the door quietly shuts with a thud and chuuya leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling for a while.

within a couple of moments, he notices the shuffling of footsteps outside his room. instead of looking like a moron who fell asleep with his eyes open, he swings around to his desk and continues to gloss over the details of his next job.

an unfamiliar feminine voice rings out from behind him, causing his interest to peak.

“oh, um, thank you!” you awkwardly bow to the guards? the uh, big scary people with guns? (probably guards) who escorted you up to the room. you take a step inside and let out a small squeak before the door behind you shuts.

and locks.

“eh?”

“what’s with the ‘eh?’” chuuya snorts, not making the effort to turn to face you just yet. he goes to take a sip of his drink and wrinkles his face in disdain when he realises the being that tarnished it beforehand. using his right hand, he crosses over his left and effortlessly pours the beverage out the window. you only gawk at him with utter confusion. couldn’t he have just gotten up to go to the kitchen or something? do they even have a kitchen?

you conclude that standing around stiffly and eyeing the man at the desk isn’t a good look on you, so you move towards the bed. sure you said you wanted an actual room, but, you didn’t think it would be someone else’s.

“may i?” you motion towards the bed. chuuya briefly flickers his attention to you in his peripherals.

“sure.”

you scoot onto his bed, making yourself comfortable. you slide your back up against the wall, leaning yourself into the wall on your right as well. you decide to glance out the window, counting by the different coloured cars in hopes for either time to pass or the mafioso man to offer you some form of entertainment. maybe a book? oh, shit, uno cards? can you even imagine playing uno with him? this guy would flip his desk before the first round’s finished.

you laugh to yourself, and within a split second, you immediately lament your existence.

“what’s so funny?” chuuya implores, setting his pen down. you haven’t even turned yet and you can feel his gaze burning holes into you.

“nothing.” you blurt out.

his sigh fills the room as he picks up his chair before setting it down beside you. chuuya slumps down with his legs spread apart, torso cradling the back of his chair.

his slender and bony hand reaches out, ice cold fingertips from his beverage send you into a state of alarm as he clasps your chin before yanking your head to face him.

“i don’t tolerate bullshit. quite frankly, i won’t repeat myself to you.”

“the least you can do after strolling in here like a prestigious brat is listen to me. i don’t know what shit you pulled to get involved with the port mafia but-“

chuuya grazes his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down. he peers down at your teeth and the beginning of the pink in your mouth.

“what were you snorting about?“

there’s a desire that fuels your extremities and every nerve in your body. you don’t know why, but fuck, this man makes you wanna act like an intolerant brat. and you think, what’s the harm? if you’re gonna get picked apart by the port mafia, you might as well start early.

and bonus points? he’s hot as shit.

“that’s none of your business, is it?” you grin over his finger, valiantly lapping and curling your tongue before circling the muscle over the tip of his thumb.

chuuya screws his face at you. his eyebrows furrow in turmoil at the blatant disrespect and the corners of his lips crinkle in distaste. your eyes lock with his deep blue orbs and you smirk at the arousal that glosses over them.

chuuya uncurls his hand from your chin before easily kicking aside his chair. it goes clattering halfway across the room.

“down on your knees.” chuuya snaps, tone deep and laced with danger. you oblige, scooting off the bed as fast as humanly possible before settling down onto your knees.

you eye chuuya as he grabs ahold of his belt. he’s extremely short, for one, so you can see why he’d ask you to sit like this. he’s slender, but not underweight. there’s obvious implications of built muscles along his body, especially his thighs and arms. there’s something about the black fingerless gloves that rock against his smooth and pale skin that makes your stomach stir.

“what are you staring at?” he hisses before tossing aside his belt.

“isn’t that obvious?” you remark, licking your lips.

chuuya flashes you a smirk before zipping his fly open. using his gloved dominant hand, he decorates your face by slapping his thick dick against your cheek. his cock is piping hot against your face. you swallow with anxiety when his size is made apparent to you. he’s got a girth that’s wider than average, with a length of around 7 inches. maybe 8? you’re not exactly sure. you lick your lips at the deep red tones that flush his pretty cock.

“i’ll wipe that shitty attitude clean off your face. you’re reminding me of that dumbass clown.”

“eh? an ex or something? you’re bisexual? that’s freaking amazing! happy pride mont-“

“shut the fuck up. you spew way too much.” chuuya barks before shoving his cock down your throat mid-sentence. you gag and sputter around his length, fuelling his ego.

he grabs ahold a fistful from the back of your head, using your strands to roughly pick you up and back onto his cock. your wrists scramble to his hips and you try to push him back, to whimper that it’s too much and too sudden for you.

“where’s that cocky big girl attitude gone now? you can’t suck a dick? almost makes me feel bad for you.”

you whine and spill muffled complaints but it only fuels him further. it sets chuuya’s veins ablaze, controlling you like this.

you weren’t even sure it would be possible, but he manages to brush his tip against the back of your throat. your vision blurs, tears streaming out from your gag reflex. your nose runs and you can only sniffle constantly. drool and saliva envelopes the underside of his shaft, leaving your chin and some of your neck soaked. you wrinkle and wince your nose at the small stubble that’s slowly beginning to grow back near his base. through your tear stained lashes, you look up at chuuya like the good girl you are, lips wrapped around his dick and all.

“oh you god damn kinky bitch” he hisses out through a whine, features melting in compassion.

in that moment, recollection flashes in his eyes. he slides himself out, and a loud wet slurp fills the room. through your blurry vision and fit of coughing, chuuya grabs the long abandoned chair, spinning the back support until it lands the right way. he takes a seat, cock painfully erect and glistening in the deep orange sunset light.

his slender and pretty long fingers curl in a “come here” motion. his other hand leans into his jaw and he bears a smug grin. the harsh lighting from outside pours in so that only half of his face is visible, even then, you can still make out the fact that he’s about to absolutely fucking ruin you.

“ride me.”

[steves-strapcollection]

On Tragedy vs. Bad Endings

[Image ID: user @frostyfrogz​ replied to your post “my mag171 #thots: I fully agree with. I love jonmartin I want nothing but the best for them. I know my answer today was an obvious twisting of dialogue but its just frustrating sometimes because it seems like people dont understand some sort of tragedy will indeed happen. I have never and will never suggest that something will happen to Jon and Martin’s relationship I’ve just been saying the shows not going to end well no matter what.]

So I have a lot of thoughts about this very subject, and too much for the replies on my post, so allow me to try to articulate what I mean, and what a lot of us mean when we say “it does not make sense for either Jon or Martin to turn evil in the end,” even in a show that has been advertised from day one as a tragedy.

First of all, no one thinks this is going to end happy. The few who do are usually unaware that this show is billed as a tragedy, and are quick to be corrected. I didn’t know it was a tragedy until I was on season 3 and someone told me. It’s overall just best to assume that the OP knows it’s not going to be a happy ending, because “reminding” people or “explaining” to people that the ending is going to be sad is a fast way from people to get annoyed and defensive.

Anyway! It appears, above all, that people have either fundamentally different ideas of what a tragedy is or accomplishes, or that people have a fundamentally flawed understanding of tragedy and it’s place as a narrative device/theme.

My thoughts are that tragedies hurt, and tragedies can be devastating, but they have to have a message and they should not be cruel to the audience.

A cruel ending would involve leading the audience to believe one thing for the entire book, show, movie, podcast, what have you, just to rip it away at the last minute like a big “fuck you” to the audience. Those sorts of endings are inherently mocking of the audience, and ultimately disrespectful. The only people in the audience that “benefit” from this sort of writing are the cynics who spent the entire show talking down to everyone for seeing the silver lining in the impending tragedy, even if, up until the finale, the silver lining was always part of the narrative. Like it took actual twisting and outright ignoring of the narrative as it’s written to be cynical and sceptical all the way until the end.

That is, plain and simple, bad writing. Jonny Sims is not a bad writer.

Now tragedies often have “happy endings,” they just also have an element of sadness colouring that ending. A good, tragic ending should, in my opinion, feel bittersweet. We should see it coming, we should know it will hurt, but it should be for the greater good and should further the narrative that has been told from the beginning.

I said a few weeks ago that a tragic ending without a silver lining is just torture porn, and I stand by it.

Now, if Jon or Martin are revealed to be Actually Evil in the end, where is the silver lining in that? What narrative has even possibly hinted at this outcome, without putting on cynic glasses?

Every single plot point and plot “twist” in TMA has been clearly detailed, never relegated to pure subtext that you would have to comb through a single interraction and analyzing the tone in which it was said (which could easily be actor shortcomings or error). They have always been obvious, at least in hindsight. This is why, for a while, I subscribed to the Web!Martin theory, but due to recent episodes I’m more inclined to believe those “obvious things” were red herrings.

Throughout The Magnus Archives, the common theme in every. Single. Season finale is that “we are stronger together.” What do I mean by that? Well, here’s the general idea:

Season 1: The one time someone gets separated by the group for any significant length of time, like I mean the main group, she gets killed by the NotThem and replaced.

Season 2: Jon is alone, due to his intense paranoia and his reluctance to reach out for help. This leads to a disastrous series of events that leaves him a suspect of murder, and his friends even more doubtful of his character.

Season 3: In the episode just before they deal with the Unknowing, Jon literally says that isolation was his downfall, and he was going to work on trusting his friends more. When they got separated during the Unknowing, things went to shit. When they found each other again, they were able to rally and they “succeeded.” Conversely, they are also teamed up with Melanie and Martin who hung back to bring down Elias. They were successful, working as teams on separate objectives, etc.

Season 4: This is, by far, their most “successful” feats while simultaneously their least. The whole season was again showing the downfalls of isolation. In the season finale, Jon has Basira and Daisy’s help, and while bolstering himself with their strength, and the strength in his conviction to save Martin to be with Martin, Jon was successful in stopping Peter Lukas and saving Martin. Conversely, Martin and Jon’s isolation in Scotland could be, theoretically, implicated in how Jonah Magnus was able to succeed in the end like that.

Now evidence of this same train of thought in season 5? Jon literally says it: Gertrude would not have done well in this post-apocalyptic world, because she had no friendships, no anchors, no reason to stay human. And then Jon says “you are my reason” to Martin.

It is in the text of the story that the only way to succeed, or win, or survive, is through trust, friendship, and love. One of the main factors in so many of the statements, on why the statement givers succumbed to the fear in their story, for even a moment, had to do with very little personal ties to anyone else. Many of the statements feature isolation and, as Jon put it, “lack of corroboration.” On the flipside, many of the statements that ended with the statement giver escaping successfully, and surviving long enough to be reached out to for follow-up questions, involved them having close personal ties to someone else that kept them safe, somehow. Like the girl from Italy; remembering her mom saved her from the Lonely. Or, more ridiculously, the guy and his dog that escaped the spiral because he was so distracted by his dog and had to be home for dinner. In MAG170, it was Martin’s love for Jon, and his trust in the love from Jon and his friends, that saved him from the Lonely again. Jon’s incredible amount of love, and respect, and trust in his friends is what’s kept him from becoming another Jared Hopworth or Jude Perry. In MAG155, Cost of Living, he expresses open disgust in how that particular avatar of The End justified her actions, killing and killing and killing again because she viewed herself as more worthy of life than that person. In that same episode, he talks of not blinding himself because he hopes to use his powers to protect his friends, that without them they’re too vulnerable. Honestly, this is the same reason Peter Lukas is unsuccessful, because Martin only helped him at all to protect his friends. The fact that he didn’t see his failure coming was hilarious.

Gerry said in Family Business that there is no “entities of love”, and that might be true, but love and trust is literally what saves you from fear. How many of us deal with things that are scary in our lives, if only because we have some level of trust in the people or things around us. How many of us have been brought out of a panic attack by someone we love and trust?

So all of this has been presented to us, over and over and over again, which is what I, and others, mean when we say “it does not make sense for one of them to be evil.” That’s what we mean when we say “it would be Bad Writing to make one of them evil in the end.” The entire show has driven home the message that we need love, we need personal connections to survive fear. To rip that away from the main characters at the last minute and call it “tragedy” would be a spit in the face of every single listener who took the story at face value, without picking it apart and reading lines out of context. And Jonny Sims and Alex J. Newall have both said they hate lazy writing.

Now, none of the JonMartin fans I follow are deluding themselves to think this show will have a happy ending outside of very self-indulgent fix-it au fanfics.

The way I see this going down is that Jon and Martin will figure out how to put the world back to the way it was, but Jon will not be able to be part of the new world with Martin. That’s the tragedy; that the world gets saved, and Jon helps save it, but he doesn’t get to benefit from his efforts in any way. The tragedy is Jon loves Martin so much, and they deserve their happy ending, but they don’t get it. But, they still saved the world so others can have their happy endings.

Idk about you, but between the “Jon turns evil in the end” and “Jon stays good and sacrifices himself to save the world” endings, only one of them has me in tears right now as I type this out, and it’s not the former.

I’m not against sad endings,I’m against bad endings that punish the audience for having even a bittersweet hope. I’m against sad endings that are just sad for the sake of being sad, with zero pay-off or reason to happen, especially when those endings throw out 5 years of hard work.

And hey, I might just be forced to eat my words in the end, but not before I fly all the way to England and make Jonny Sims eat a knuckle sandwich.

This was a lot longer than I meant for it to be, but I just have a lot of feelings.

[stratossphere]

bodyguard | a. hotchner

summary: reader needs someone to spend the night with them while an escaped convict is stalking them, and they choose aaron hotchner, thinking he won’t even come.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (m. recieving), fem! reader, dirty talk, language

a/n: this is my first fic so go easy on me lol

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"Okay. This is ridiculous." You scoffed, staring at Morgan. You did not need a bodyguard. You were 25!

"Ridiculous or cautious?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You silently wondered if he got them plucked and waxed to make them look that good. At your annoyed look, he sighed. "Well, how about this? I'll let you pick who guards you."

"That's stupid." You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "Okay, let me think about it." You sighed. You were on the brink of coming up with a plan, but you needed time to think. The man you had arrested had been released, and had promised in a letter to kidnap and torture you to his best ability. Comforting.

You sat at your desk for a while, mindlessly sorting through case files JJ had dropped on your desk, trying to think of some way to get out of being babysat by someone on the team. At first you were going to pick Derek because you liked his sense of humor, but then rationalized that he would probably make you sit in a corner.

Then you thought Reid, by Morgan would probably also say no. Reid was dealing with issues of his own, and the last time he had been a bodyguard for someone, they had ended up making out in a pool. And that was not happening.

Prentiss was unavailable because of a case in another state she was working with Rossi, and you knew JJ had Henry. Suddenly, it dawned on you. Ask for Hotch, and he would 100% say no. That left Garcia, and Morgan would most likely say no to that because she was unarmed. So you made your decision.

"Morgan!" You walked back up to his desk, a proud look on your face. You may not have been the smartest profiler, but you were definitely the best at getting your way.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asked, turning in his chair and grinning at you. "You picked me, right?" Ooh, so confident. You shook your head.

"Hotch."

"Ooh, nicely played. No way he's going to say yes." He chuckled. "Go up and tell him."

"What? I have to tell him?" You complained, pouting. You didn't want to have to deal with his seemingly never ending temper. But alas, you marched your happy ass up to his office, and knocked on his door. He was on the phone but he motioned you in, telling whoever was on the phone he would need to call them back. He set down his phone, turning his attention to you. He looked exhausted, and if you weren't afraid of him, you would've told him he needed to go home.

"What?" He snapped impatiently, making you want to back out of that office as fast as you could. Hotch in a bad mood wasn’t exactly your favorite thing. You scoffed. Attitude much?

"Well, good evening to you, too."

"What can I do for you? I was kind of busy." He said a little softer, huffing and reaching again for his phone. You chewed on your lip. You hated asking people things. Even more so when they were apparently in a pissy mood.

"Morgan needs you to be my bodyguard for the night." You blurted, staring at your feet and then back up at him. He sighed deeply, staring at you for a second. Heck yeah, he's going to say no. You knew that look, seeing as he literally said no to you at least 5 times a day.

"Uh, okay. I'll get my stuff and take you home." He said, standing up. Your jaw dropped. No fucking way. He raised an eyebrow at your reaction to his words. Shit. Now you had to back your way out.

"What? No! You were supposed to say no!" You whined, throwing your hands in the air. Essentially throwing a fit in his office. In front of your boss. "You're obviously busy. See you later."

"I didn't ask what you wanted me to do, Agent. Get your stuff and we'll head to my car." He reprimanded, heading towards the door. "Let's go. And I don't want to hear any complaining." Well that was unexpected. You understood that he was overworked, but did he really need to yell at you?

"You're already acting like my drill sergeant and we aren't even home yet. Are you going to be this way the whole time?" You ignored his request, moping as you followed him. Morgan gave you a surprised/empathetic look as you passed by, and you pretended to throw up. He turned to look at you, clenching his jaw. You stopped as soon as his eyes met yours, straightening your posture. Force of habit, being around your straight-laced boss all the time.

"I can see you. You're right next to me." He muttered, giving you an annoyed look. You stifled a groan at his stone stature. This was going to be a long ride.

The drive home was silent, the only words spoken were "don't touch that" when you turned on the radio. He let The Beatles play, though, which you found interesting seeing as it was playing off the CD in his car already. Hotch likes Lennon. When you got home, you led him into your apartment, only after he'd cleared it for you. This was all so stupid.

"You should just go home. It's not like I'm going to die." You said as you watched him walk through the house with his shoes on. Who knew what kind of shit he had walked through in his work shoes?! Part of you was too afraid to see what his socks looked like anyways, so you let it go. You collapsed on the couch as you watched him look through stuff, that serious 'boss face' set even deeper than usual. It was exhausting, watching him frown so much. You always tried to make him laugh or smile, but to no avail. He was a stone cold bitch.

"No. You can't just be here by yourself." He said, stopping his pacing in front of you. His frown deepened (if that was even possible) at the amused look on your face, and he crossed his arms, pausing where he was standing in the kitchen. "What?"

"How do you just frown? All day? Like, I don't think I've ever seen you smile. Ever." You asked, giving him a curious look. He chuckled, shaking his head. But he didn't smile. How do you manage to laugh without smiling? Maybe he was soulless. That would make a lot of sense, honestly.

"You should go to bed."

"I'm not tired. You just want to get rid of me." You scoffed, shaking your head. He pinched his nose, sighing heavily. You were starting to seriously annoy him. Personally, you thought it was very funny.

"If I say yes, will you shut up and go to bed?" He asked dryly. You put up your hands in defense, getting up and rolling your eyes. You didn't need that kind of disrespect in your own home.

"You can't be my boss when we're in my house." You pointed out, turning on the living room light. "Hotch. Take off your shoes. Stay a while. Jesus Christ." Him pacing like that was starting to seriously stress you out.

"My job isn't to 'stay awhile.' I'm watching you, not hanging out with you." But he did kick of his shoes, and low and behold, he was wearing plain black. Boring. He could've at least done some colored diamonds. "Why are you staring at my feet."

His voice startled you, and you glanced back up at his face. He had a questioning look on his face, and he looked annoyed. But then again, he always looked annoyed.

"Sorry. I was just noticing how boring your socks are." You mumbled. He really needed to get some fashion tips from Reid and Penelope when it came to socks. He would've yelled at you if you were back at the BAU, but all he did this time was laugh.

There! A smile. A small one, but still a smile.

"Stop profiling me. All my socks are the same." He said curtly, crossing his arms. You faked a disappointed sigh, shaking your head.

"You shouldn't have said that if you didn't want me to profile. You like order." You offered, sitting back down. He looked unfazed by this, and shrugged. Just slightly.

"You already knew that, though. You've spent a lot of time in my office." He pointed out. He took off his jacket, hanging it on your barstool. Okay. Making progress. You nodded, giving him a grim look. Well, he wasn't wrong. That man spent more time reprimanding you than he did actually talking to you.

"You also like yelling." You grumbled, grinding your teeth momentarily to show that it pissed you off.

"And apparently, you like being yelled at." He said with raised eyebrows. You watched him, hiding the small smile on your face behind your palm. He wasn't so scary when he looked like that. Face relaxed.

"You don't want to be here." It was very obvious. He wouldn't sit down, and he was seconds away from starting to pace again. Plus, he kept looking through the open window. He was watching. Waiting. It was making you just as restless as him. Who knew SSA Hotchner was so squirrelly?

"I could be home with my son right now." He admitted, raising an eyebrow at you as if to say and? so what? you chose to come here in the first place.

"Then go home." You stated simply.

"No." Ugh. So stubborn. You decided to make light of his attitude.

"Well, at least I know someone enjoys my company." You joked, patting the space next to you on the couch. "You should really sit down. You can't just stand there all night." You'd think after so much walking and standing at work, he'd want to sit down and relax.

To your surprise, he did sit down, crossing his arms. This was the most calmly dressed you had ever seen him, and yet he was dressed more formal than anyone who had ever taken you on a date. Your eyes lingered on the top button of his shirt. He had unbuttoned it at some point. The way his shirt fit snugly on his arms, his hands...

"Do you know anyone who seems to linger around your apartment too long? Seems to always be there when you leave?" He was trying to divert your attention back to the case, but you didn't feel like talking about it. At least he had stopped your staring. You hoped he hadn't seen it.

"You know, the good thing about this is that you left at a normal time today." You pointed out. When he could get away with it, you weren't sure he even left his office overnight. He was there later than you and always there earlier the next morning, so you couldn't be sure. If he didn't annoy you so much, you'd worry about his wellbeing.

"I don't appreciate you judging my work schedule. What I do after you leave is not under your jurisdiction." He stated tensely, clenching his jaw. You groaned, leaning your head back dramatically. He was starting to give you a headache.

"Hotch. Loosen up. Seriously. You could eat something, watch something on TV, go to bed, get a drink, talk to me without that glare on your face-" you tsked, "-I could go on forever."

"How about you go to bed and I'll watch something? You still have work tomorrow." He said, reaching for the remote. You sighed, getting up and giving up at the same time. He also had to work tomorrow but WHATEVER.

"Fine. But if you're going to watch The Bachelor, don't tell me what happens. I'm recording it." You warned, pointing at him aggressively. He shook his head disapprovingly as you walked away and into your room. It was weird, knowing Aaron Hotchner was sitting in your living room, and you were going to bed. Very weird. But you couldn't erase the stupid smile he had caused from your face.

All jokes aside, once you were in your room (and you could hear the news in the living room, you should've guessed), the reality of the situation was starting to set in. Someone was watching you. Waiting to murder you in any way they could. Most likely torture and mutilation as he had his original victims. And yet, they hadn't had enough evidence to prosecute. You were alone now, and there was no one to distract your stalker.

You checked out the windows a couple of times, hiding behind the curtain. You couldn't tell if it was the dark or your imagination, but you saw people everywhere. Shadows in the alley outside your window, someone standing across the street, you began to feel increasingly jittery. Okay. You gave up. You were not about to be murdered in your sleep when you had your made-of-steel boss basically waiting for your call. You weren't just going to waste your resources.

"Hotch?" You called, unable to hide the quiver in your voice. You heard footsteps, and a second later he was in your doorway, looking panicked. You were already starting to regret your decision. You didn't need him in here. You didn't. You didn't.

"What? What's going on?" He asked, halting to a stop and looking around frantically. You grimaced, shaking your head.  You needed him in here.

"Nothing. Sorry. I was just going to ask you if you could look around one more time. Just to make sure." You said sheepishly, looking at him hopefully. He sighed in relief, relaxing. You had obviously worried him.

"Of course. Stay with me, just in case." He waited for you to follow him before walking out of the room. His demeanor was relaxed, and you could tell he was sure there was nothing to worry about, but he was looking anyway, which was nice. You did a full sweep of the apartment and obviously came up with nothing. You couldn't ignore the fact that you had immediately felt at ease when you had seen his face.

"Clear." He said as he closed your closet door. Part of you wanted to laugh at the obscurity of the situation you had just witnessed. Your boss checking your closet for monsters. Ridiculous. But the other part was focused out the window. Maybe you weren't hallucinating.

"Hotch." You whispered, moving to the side so you weren't in full view. When he looked your way you pointed out the window to the person who actually was standing across the street. So you weren't crazy. Hotch looked out the window from where he was standing and immediately reached for his gun, not taking it out but not taking his hand off of it. He watched for a while, then removed his hand.

"He's walking a dog." He realized, slowly closing the curtain. You sat down on the bed, pulling your knees to your chest. You sighed in relief. You were being so stupid.

"Okay. This is a lot." You mumbled, watching him glance out the window one more time. He turned back to you, a concerned (or something like that) look on his face.

"I can sit in here until you fall asleep." He said quietly, nodding to the chair next to your bed. You raised your eyebrows in surprise, the offer not one you would expect from your boss.

"Uh, yeah. That would be great, actually." You climbed under your covers as you watched him sit down and dial a number. You didn't know how you were supposed to sleep with him talking on the phone, but you went along with it and laid down.

"Hey, Garcia. I know it's late. I need you to arrange tighter security around y/n's apartment. There's only so much I can do from here." He paused for a second, listening to whatever Penelope was saying on the other end. "Thank you. And please, stop calling me that." He hung up, and then dialed another number. You stared at the ceiling as you listened to him talk endlessly with like 6 different people about six different things, and thought: who knew hotch was such a loudmouth?

"What are you, a teenage girl?" You groaned, sitting up. He looked startled, but he stopped dialing.

"Excuse me?" He must've thought you were sleeping.

"I have never met someone who spends so much time on the phone. Do you ever sleep?" You complained, turning your head to look at him. He turned off his phone and set it in his lap, giving you an annoyed look.

"I thought you were sleeping."

"It's impossible to sleep when you're talking." You weren't about to tell him that his voice was comforting. More when he wasn't using his Unit Chief voice. But you had yet to hear much of that.

"Not true. Jack falls asleep every night to Harry Potter." He objected. You rolled your eyes, pulling the covers further up towards your chin.

"I'd rather you read then talk about case files." You muttered.

"I don't have a book." He argued. You couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so you opened your nightstand drawer and pulled out some stupid mystery book you had never read. You didn't really have a lot of time for reading with your job.

"Profile and solve before the book ends." You suggested. "I'm sure you'll figure it out by the 3rd chapter or so. Probably the butler." For some reason, you were feeling pretty drowsy as soon as he had stopped talking, and it was getting hard to keep your eyes open. He gave you a gentle smile, opening the book and looking it over.

"Butler? It's usually the ex-boyfriend." He countered. You laughed weakly, closing your eyes and humming a small agreement.

"You can read it out loud, if you want." You mumbled. He paused for a second, and then he started reading. The book was about a dead son, and all the family were suspects. His voice has quieted down considerably, and as he turned the pages, his tone was barely audible. You fell asleep before he could get any farther than that.

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You jolted out of a bad dream of someone breaking in when you opened your eyes. You were leaning on your arm, but your arm wasn't on your mattress. It was in Hotch's lap. You looked up to see that he was asleep, head leaning back with his mouth slightly open. You got up, stretching your arm seeing as it was asleep. This woke him, and he jolted into awareness. You rubbed your eyes, trying to bring the room into focus.

"Calm down." You mumbled, falling back against your pillows. You tried to calm your heartbeat, but for some reason panic had set in and wouldn't leave.

"You were thrashing in your sleep. I couldn't get you to sit still unless I held you down like that." He said, explaining the way you had woken up. You closed your eyes again, taking deep breaths. "Are you okay?"

"Not at the moment, no." You huffed. You reached out your hand, finding his and squeezing it tightly. "This is kind of scary. What does it tell you about me that I'm an FBI agent scared of an invisible man?"

"Tells me that you're sane. I would be worried if you weren't scared." He held my hand in both of his, giving me a sympathetic look. "You're not even fully awake." His skin on your skin was making you feel a certain way, even if it was just his hands.

"Can you sit with me?" You mumbled, squeezing his hand tighter. His hands on yours were calming the panic a little bit, but not enough. He chuckled.

"I'm already sitting with you. You probably won't even remember this conversation in the morning."

"No, like, in bed with me. Just sit with me. Please?" You begged. You knew he was going to say no, but it never hurt to ask. He sighed.

"Fine. But just this once." He got up and walked over to the other side of your bed, crawling in slowly. You leaned up against his side and wrapped your arms around him, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. His cologne smelled expensive, and it was comforting. He had taken off his button up shirt at some point, and all he was wearing was the white t-shirt he had been wearing underneath it. It was soft against your fingers, and it smelled of laundry detergent. You could feel his heartbeat with your head on his chest like that.

You fell asleep like that, and part of you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you had a soft spot for Aaron Hotchner. Not long after that, you regretted the thought as he woke you for the millionth time. The man wouldn't sit still. He kept shifting around, shoulder hitting your side or a kick to the leg. Only once did he mutter a gravelly sorry and still for about ten seconds. Finally, you had had enough, and you jolted into sitting position, looking at your alarm clock. 3:28.

"What is wrong with you?" You groaned, turning to look at him, a desperate look on your face. You couldn't sleep if he was going to keep doing that, and you had had enough. You startled him considerably, and his head whipped around to look over at you. He had resorted to a lying down position, his pillow shoved under his arm and his hair tousled. He looked pretty good like that.

"I didn't know you were awake." He muttered, resting his head on his hand. You mimicked his position, quirking an eyebrow at him. You had no idea if he could even see it in the dark. He sighed uncomfortably. "Nothing is wrong with me."

"You sure? Because you've shifted in your sleep more times tonight than I think I have in my entire life." You pointed out, lying back down on your side and keeping your eyes on him. "What's bothering you?"

"Well, it's just..." he trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I'm in a bed with my coworker, and then I had a nightmare-" Aw, poor baby. Wait what? Split second decisions were made.

"Come here." You said gently, opening your arms to him. He hesitated for a second before letting his head fall to your chest, sighing softly as your fingers found his hair. Yeah, you definitely had a soft spot for your boss. You did that for a while, just running your fingers through the dark strands and making it stick up all over the place. "You want me to help you relax a little bit?" It was a stretch, and there was a chance that he was going to shut down and go sit in the living room, but the haze of waking up in the middle of the night had brought you some welcomed confidence.

"You already did it! What's the harm in continuing to do it?" You pressed another kiss to his lips, inhaling the scent of his cologne. "Plus, I don't kiss and tell." His hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers coming in contact with the warm skin of your back. A low chuckle against your lips and he seemed to be okay with it.

"Oh you don't?" He complied as you started to unbutton his shirt, gasping for breath as he sucked harsh marks on your neck, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. Any bit of hesitation he had been displaying previously was gone, and now all you could see was animalistic hunger in his eyes. His skin against yours was intoxicating, and even though it wasn't physically possible, you wanted to press yourself closer to him. Your fingers found his belt buckle, blindly fumbling with the silver piece.

"You want to know a secret?" He breathed as he broke the kiss, helping you get his belt undone and sliding out of his work pants. You couldn't help but laugh, his words completely unexpected. "What's so funny?"

"A secret? My big bad boss wants to tell me a secret?" You rested your elbows on his shoulders, waiting for his answer. You were secretly curious to know what this secret of his was. He pressed another kiss to your lips before motioning to the black socks he was still wearing.

"These socks are reversible." He whispered. A small smile spread onto your face, your hand reaching down to his feet and peeling back his sock to see if he was bullshitting you. He wasn't. The socks may have been plain, boring black on the side he had chosen to wear outside, but on the inside, they had little Santas all over them. You started giggling again, pulling him back into a kiss.

"I love them, but I wanna see you naked." You sang, your hand slowly trailing its way down his stomach. He sucked in a harsh breath, quickly stopping your hand.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked, tipping your chin so that your eyes looked into his. There was worry in his eyes, but at the same time, there was undeniable lust. You nodded eagerly, lips parting slightly in a way you hoped would get him all hot and bothered. He shook his head, sighing.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I want you. I need you, Hotch." You whined, opening your mouth again as his thumb dragged across your lips. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, watching you with hungry eyes.

"You can call me Aaron." He chewed on his lip as he watched you suck on his thumb, looking up at him with faux innocent eyes. Your fingers found the waistband of his boxers again, starting to pull them down slowly. This time he didn't stop you, groaning slightly as your fingers brushed his hard on and pushed his boxers off as he accommodated the movement. He had pulled his socks off after showing you, so now he was completely bare in front of you.

God, you wanted this man to rail you.

You released his finger, instead attatching your lips to his neck and kissing your way down his chest. He was heaving for breath, and you felt a small pang of pride at how worked up you had him without even touching him where you knew he wanted you to. His fingers made their way into your hair, pulling slightly. You wasted no time, and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. He gasped audibly, pulling a little harder and bucking his lips toward your mouth. You swiped your tongue over the slit, earning a filthy moan from his lips. He pressed deeper into your mouth, and he started to thrust heavily, fucking your face. You hollowed out your cheeks, the moans coming from his lips going straight to your cunt.

"Oh, fuck. J-just like that." He groaned, his nails digging into your scalp. Who knew Aaron Hotchner was so vocal?

You bobbed your head feverishly in turn of his thrusts, groaning as he pulled at your hair. Suddenly, he pulled you off, wiping your lips with his thumb before pulling you back to his lips for a brushing kiss. He started to aggressively pull of the remainder of your clothes, throwing them haphazardly across the room. He pushed you back on the bed, slotting a knee between your legs.

"You know, there's something that I like to think about a lot." He mumbled, his hand drifting down your stomach. The way your body reacted to his touch, back arching and breath quickening, was making him so hard his cock was aching for you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against him.

"Yeah? What's that?" You asked, gasping as he started running slow, lazy circles over your clit. "God, I need you inside me, Aaron."

"I think about fucking you until you scream. Watching you come on my cock while I pound into you. Feeling your skin against mine. Wondering how you would taste." He whispered into your ear, chuckling as you reached between you to line him up with your entrance.

"You and me both, sweetheart." You bit his lip, trying to push forward to get him inside you. He put a hand on your stomach, keeping you still and at the same time stopping his movements on your clit. He raked his hands through your hair as he slowly pushed into you, pausing to let you get adjusted to his size.

"Don't call me sweetheart." He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as you jerked your hips up towards his. His cologne had filled your senses and clouded your brain, and you knew that in the future every time you smelled it, you were going to associate it with the feeling of being stuffed with your boss's cock.

"More. Please." You whined, gripping his shoulders and grinding your hips in hope of getting some friction to soothe the unbearable arousal that was begging to be quenched. You needed him. You couldn't handle any more. He chuckled, starting to slowly move his hips, starting a teasing pace that he knew wasn't even close to being enough. You let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whine, loving the feeling of him buried to the hilt inside of you.

"So needy, aren't you?" He lifted one of your legs so that it was up against his chest, effectively thrusting into a different position. You cried out as he hit your g-spot, putting your hand over his where it was gripping your breast.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah, right there!" You cried, feeling your orgasm starting to build in your lower stomach. He let out a groan as his thrusts became sloppier, signaling that his climax was close behind. Your moans became more sporadic and his name fell from your lips over and over again as your high approached. "Oh god, m'gonna cum." You were breathless, and barely able to get the words out.

"Don't." He leaned onto you, pulling you so that your chests were pressed together, you in his lap and his hands on your hips pulling you down onto him. You shook your head, gripping his hair and pulling. You couldn't hold it. Every part of your body was on fire, and your walls fluttered around him as you held on with everything you had. Finally, he moaned into your neck, and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

"Cum. Cum all over my cock." He groaned, kissing you with teeth and tongue as you both came together, the feeling of his cum inside you causing you to moan on top of the euphoria from your orgasm. You both rode out your highs before holding that position, both trying to catch your breath. He then slowly pulled out of you, eliciting a whimper from you as he brushed your sensitive clit. You laid back on your bed, so blissed out you barely felt him lie down next to you.

He pulled you against his chest, his chin resting on your head and his arm wrapped loosely around your waist. After a while, you felt his cum start to leave you, so you got up to go to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and peeing before going back into the bedroom, admiring the sight in front of you. Aaron, spread out on the bed, sweaty and disheveled. He looked gorgeous. You just stood there for a second, locking the sight into your memory. You had no idea if you would be able to do this again. The thought hadn't even crossed your mind that he might not want to see you again after tonight. He was, in fact, just supposed to be babysitting you. Not fucking you. Maybe he was sitting there thinking about how much he regretted having sex with you.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" His voice interrupted your intrusive thoughts, bringing you back to earth. You sent him a small smile, padding back to the bed and getting in next to him, sliding back under his arm.

"You're just so handsome. I can't believe Aaron Hotchner is naked in my bed." You mused, running your forefinger over the grooves and lines on the palm of his hand. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his free hand drawing lazy circles on your lower back. The thought of someone stalking you outside your window had definitely escaped your mind, and the anxiety that had plagued you earlier about your situation was no longer a thought as you laid in Aaron's arms.

"Get used to it, sweetheart. I can't imagine being anywhere else." He purred, giving you a chaste kiss. He smelled so good. Everything about him was just so amazing. You wanted him to hold you forever. You haphazardly ran your fingers through his soft dark locks, relishing the reaction you received from him when you did so. Eventually, the both of you drifted off, holding each other like that. That was certainly not how you thought the night was going to end.

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Your alarm for work the next morning woke you, and for a second you freaked out. Shit! Someone was in your bed! Then you remembered, and sighed in relief as you sat up. He opened his eyes slowly, groaning and trying to keep you from getting up.

"We have to leave in 30 minutes." You mumbled, getting up and stretching your arms over your head. You knew he was a very routine-oriented person, so you thought it would be fair to at least warn him that you woke up and hour and a half after he did. It was common knowledge that he woke up way before he needed to be at work. Everyone at work poked fun at him for it. He shot up like a bullet, his eyes wide.

"30 minutes? Are you kidding me?" He rushed out of bed, frantically fixing his sex hair in the mirror. You laughed, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his torso.

"Calm down, Agent Hotchner. I'll make sure you get to work on time. You might have to skip the shower though." In all honesty, you had set your alarm for 30 minutes later than usual after last night's endeavors so that you could enjoy him in your bed for a little while longer. He turned around and kissed you, his hands roaming over your still naked body. "Easy, lover. Keep doing that and we will definitely be late for work." You warned. He had put on his boxers at some point, and after he broke the kiss, he was digging around for his clothes. You watched him work, pulling on clothes frantically and at the same time checking texts/emails on his phone. You leisurely got dressed, barely giving the time a thought. You couldn't get yelled at by your boss for being late if your boss was late with you.

"You're something else, you know that?" He huffed, adjusting his watch on his wrist as you sat in his lap while putting on mascara. You ignored him, concentrating on not poking yourself in the eye. Since he had to get ready at your house (which included him using your toothbrush and letting you brush out his hair) he didn't have his hair gel, so his hair fell on his forehead softly, which made him look so cute. You vocalized this thought to him as you got up and led him into the kitchen to grab your shoes.

"I'm not cute." He muttered, grumbling to himself as he tied the laces on his dress shoes. You brushed your thumb over his cheek, grinning.

"Uh huh. Whatever you say." You left after that, and guess what? You weren't even late. As you rode to Quantico, you silently wondered what he did in the two hours before he had to leave for work. Crosswords? The news? Working out? Changing outfits? Well, that last one seemed improbable seeing as he wore the same thing every day, but you never know. You honestly had no idea. When you walked into the bullpen and separated from Hotch, Morgan was immediately in your face, bombarding you with questions.

"So? How was it?"

"Did he sleep there?"

"Does he snore?"

"Did anything interesting happen?"

"Did he say anything about your apartment?"

"Slow down, Morgan. Jesus. It was...interesting." You sighed, sitting down on his desk so that he would sit down in his chair and calm down a little bit. He raised a perfect eyebrow, evidently wanting more.

"Did he sleep there?"

"Well duh, Derek. Unsubs don't just decide they can't stalk at night because it's dark outside and the monsters are going to get them. He had to stay there, according to him." You explained. You were stepping on thin ice, and you were hoping he wouldn't assume what had actually happened.

"Where did he sleep?" He pried, wiggling his eyebrows and giving you a suggestive look. You rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance with is antics.

"In a chair." You lied. Well, technically you weren't lying, he had fell asleep in the chair next to your bed for a couple of hours. But that wasn't the full truth. And as a knowing look crossed his face, you realized with fear that he seemed to know the same thing.

"You seem to be looking everywhere but me, mama. Come on, tell me the dirty details." He dragged the word way too long, a wide smirk on his face. I glanced up at Aaron's office, only to see him leaning against the railing out of Derek's eyesight, his look mirroring Derek's. You sighed, leaning in closer and sending Aaron an annoyed look.

"This stays between us, understand?" You asked, giving him a serious look. You didn't need him gossiping about your sex life with Garcia. Of course you were going right over to her room after this, but you wanted her to hear the real story, not Derek's no doubt over-dramatized version. He nodded eagerly, leaning in with you. You explained how last night went, and as soon as you got to the part about how you had sex, he couldn't contain himself.

"Oh my god. You did what?"