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darkmulti · 3 years

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hi, can you write yandere! bts reaction to you slapping them in an argument please?

⚠️: Yandere!BTS, slapping, implied smut, manipulation

-> sorry for any mistakes

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Jin

Jin was once again, being narrow minded. “It was for work, Jin! I wasn’t working with him for fun, it’s our job. I can’t believe you punched him in the face. You embarrassed me in front of everyone!”

“Great! If you’re embarrassed, quit your job! So you never have to see them again!

“I’m not quitting! You can get that out of your head! I would leave you before quitting-” a hard slap cut you off. You instinctively covered your stinging cheek and took a step back. You were in a state of shock. Yes, you and Jin had petty arguments here and there but they never got physical. By the end of the day, you guys worked it out. However, after he laid his hand on you, you knew it was over. You looked up at him and slapped him right back. “Fuck you! We’re over.”

You turned around and ran upstairs to your shared bedroom. This house was under Jin’s name so it was you who has to go. You grabbed your suitcase and started packing all your clothes. Jin rushed into the shared room and pulled your suitcase away. He dumped all the clothes on the ground and threw the suitcase across the room.

“You’re not fucking leaving! Hang up all these clothes. Stop overreacting like a pathetic little bitch.”

You scoff and get off the floor. “I’m a ‘pathetic little bitch’?! Says my insecure husband.”

“You won’t be able to survive without me. No other man would be able to spoil you like I do. I’ve given you the high life, now obey me in return.”

“I’m not your slave, I don’t have to fucking listen to you.”

“Do you pay the bills in this house?! Do you buy the groceries?! Do you pay for insurance?! No? Then, shut up. You wouldn’t have anything if it weren’t for me. You’d probably be living on the streets if I didn’t take you in. I was the one who made sure you got that job because I knew it would make you happy. If it weren’t for me, those guys would’ve laughed in your face, Y/N. All you do is go to work, flirt with your co-workers and act all big shot around me. The least you could do is respect me and our relationship.” With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving you alone while you questioned your worth.

Yoongi

It started off as a calm and quiet evening but as soon as your phone vibrated, it quickly changed.

You began working for a new company and your new boss has been up your ass. He treats you like a personal assistant and it was pissing you off. You noticed that you were the only one who was being treated like this and it angered you. Once you’re clocked out, you don’t like to be disturbed unless it’s urgent. But your boss doesn’t seem to understand that and asks you to do work while your clocked out. You obviously refuse because why should you do work if you’re not getting paid?

Anyways, he’s always texting you about how to do different kinds of paper work, who’s working, who’s not working, how to hire people, ect — he should know how to do all of it because he’s the boss. When your off work, he’s texting you ever 10-15 minutes, asking for help. You’re tired of it, but can’t really do anything about it. You can’t quit just yet because you’re trying to prove to your boyfriend that you don’t need him to survive.

Yoongi has always underestimated you. Man literally thinks that you’re dumb. One night, you both got into a heated argument and he told you that you wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for him. The very next day, you went to a bunch of job interviews and got hired on that same day.

It’s been two weeks at your new job and ever since, your phone is always blowing up thanks to your boss. Even at 10pm, your boss is texting you about work. Yoongi became annoyed because you were always on your phone. You guys got into another argument about this so now, you hide your phone from him so he can’t see the notifications.

Ever since then, things have been a little better. Tonight was movie night and you foolishly had your phone in your hand. Throughout the movie, your phone was lighting up and vibrating multiple times and a Yoongi was tired of it.

“Who the hell are you texting now?!” He snatched your phone out of your hands and when he saw that it was your boss, he threw your phone against the wall. “I told you to block that man! Yet, you go against me and continue to text him! Are you sleeping with him? Are you cheating on me with him?!” He screamed, making your heart leap out of your chest.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you ran to the door. You didn’t want to deal with him anymore. You deserved better. You tried to leave but he slammed the door on your fingers and pulled you back inside. You slapped his face and tried leaving again but he grabbed your hair and pulled you down to the basement.

“You made me do this to you. I warned you plenty of times to stay off your phone but do you listen to me? No. I’ve given you too much freedom and now you don’t know how to behave. That stops now.”

Hoseok

“Get up. Boss wants to see you.” The guards said, pulling you up by your arms and dragging you out of the cell. “Boss my asshole. Who does he think he is? Kidnapping me for no good reason. I just wanted coffee and now I’m god knows where!” The guard chuckles at your bratty behaviour. “Just a little advice, don’t talk to boss like that. He’ll blow your brains out.”

“Shut up, muscle head. Don’t tell me what to do.” The guard stops and aims a gun at your head. “Do it muscle head. Your boss will be so proud of you.” You said sarcastically. “Shut your mouth and keep walking. I may not be allowed to kill you but I can still still hurt you — really badly.”

“Are you threatening me muscle head?” You turn around, ready to scrap with the guard. He may be a lot bigger than you, but you’re a lot smarter and clever.

“Hey, hey, do we have a problem here?” A familiar voice interrupted. You turn around and your heart drops when you see his face. “No, boss. She’s just refusing to-”

“Hoseok?” You cut the guard off and step back. “Oh, so you still remember me?” He smirks and walks towards you but you keep walking back. “What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t the answer obvious? I want you back.”

“No! I broke up with you because you’re crazy. Leave me alone now. I’m a different person. I’m not the same Y/N that you manipulated and controlled. I left her behind. Now let me go!”

Hoseok cornered you. There was no where to run. “Are you sure that you left her behind? You’re claiming that you changed but you’re still very naive, darling.”

His words made your blood boil. Hoseok mentally and emotionally abused you. With the help of therapy, you were able to pick up and put your broken self together. You thought that you’ve become a stronger person, but as soon as you saw his face, your confidence was washed away.

“I- I told you, I’m different now!” You tried to sound brave, but your facial expression sold you out. Hoseok wasn’t dumb; he knew you were scared shitless. “So, show me that your a different person. How will you escape me this time, darling?” He traps you in between his arms and leans in close to your face. In a panic, you slapped him across the face and made a run for it.

You somehow managed to get out of his large mansion, but Hoseok was running after you the whole time. You tried losing him at sharp turns and big crowds, but he was right on your ass. You saw a security guard and bolted towards him. “Sir, sir! There’s a- a man...” you said, to catch your breath, “a man chasing me. He kidnapped me. Please, I need your help.”

“That’s enough darling.” Hoseok caught up to you and without a second thought, you hid behind the security guard. “Sir, please! Arrest this man! He kidnapped me!”

The security guard was ready to take action until he saw the man’s face. “M-mr. Jung?! Sir, I had no idea that she was running from you! Sir, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” The guard grabbed your arm and pushed you to Hoseok.

The commotion had everyone watching. The security guard was on his knees with his hands interlocked together. “Please spare my family and I. Mr. Jung it was an honest mistake.”

“What the hell?” You quietly muttered. “You see that, darling. Everyone is afraid of me. So you can run all you want, but you can never ever hide from me.”

Namjoon

After a long week of work, your husband wanted to treat you to dinner. You’ve both been extremely busy due to your hectic schedule and it’s caused you both to drift apart. The only time you see Namjoon is in the morning and before going to bed.

It was Friday evening and you were getting ready for date night. You wore a gorgeous dress that was somewhat revealing but you were fine with it. You just wanted to look good for your husband.

You both agreed to meet at the restaurant and when Namjoon saw you, his jaw dropped. He possessively wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to your private table. It was outside on a balcony. You guys had an ocean view, the weather was perfect and the stars were out. It was super romantic.

The date was perfect until the waiter started checking you out. Namjoon was visibly annoyed by the waiter but kept it to himself until he left. “Why did you have to wear that dress? Are you doing this on purpose? So other guys can check you out?” You were taken back by his questions. “No, I wore this dress for you, not for some random men.”

Namjoon scoffed and bit the inside of his cheek. “When will you stop lying?” He mumbled, but you were able to pick it up. “I’m not lying, Joon. And quite frankly, I’m hurt that you think I’m doing this for other men. You’re making me feel bad about myself.”

You got up and left but he followed behind. You walked out of the restaurant and got into your car. You drove back home without giving Namjoon a second glance. Once you arrived home, Namjoon pulled up next to your car. You both entered the house in silence.

Namjoon’s phone began ringing so, he went upstairs to answer it. After tidying the house, you went upstairs and overheard his conversation. “We could’ve had a wonderful night, but my wife doesn’t know how to dress.”

Now, he’s pissed you off. You slam open the room door, grab his phone and hang up. “Do you enjoy putting your own wife down?! Do you enjoy humiliating her?! I wore this dress for you! I wanted to look good for you! I wanted you to complement me and tell me I look pretty but instead you slut shame me!”

Out of anger, you slap him across the face. “I want a divorce. I’m not staying with someone who made me feel like complete shit. You can keep this house, I don’t want anything from you.”

Namjoon looked down and started to laugh. His laugh gradually got louder and it started to creep you out. You took a couple steps away from him but he noticed and grabbed your wrist. “You want a divorce? So you can go back to that restaurant and gets that waiters number? Over my dead body. You’re never leaving me. If I have to hurt you, I will.”

Jimin

“Jimin! Stop it! You’re overreacting!”

Jimin dragged you out of his friends house and pushed you into the car, creating a scene. Everyone was watching him degrade you for not wearing your wedding ring.

“You forgot?! What kind of wife do I have?! Are you dumb?! How could you forgot to wear your wedding ring?! That ring shows everyone that you’re mine!”

Jimin was full on screaming in your face and you couldn’t handle it. You broke down crying into your hands. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you! It truly wasn’t my intention.” You were beyond terrified. You didn’t want to go home because you knew he would punish you. Even though he humiliated in front of everyone, you’d rather stay around people than go home and be alone with him.

You were about to go down on your knees until he slapped you and dragged you along. You tried getting out of his grip and in the process you accidentally slapped him. It wasn’t a hard slap or anything, you were just trying to get away. But of course, Jimin made it a big deal.

“First, you forgot your wedding ring; second, you flirted with all my friends and now, you slapped me?! Why don’t you want to leave, huh?! Who are you sleeping with?! Who are you trying to replace me with?!”

“No one! I didn’t mean to slap you! I’m sorry!” You were crying your eyes out. You’ve never seen Jimin this aggravated. You were afraid of what he might do to you so, you gave in because you didn’t want to worsen your punishment. He pushed you into the car and slammed the door shut. Throughout the car ride, his hand squeezed your thigh.

“You don’t even know what’s coming your way. Just wait till we get home” He muttered, causing your heart to drop into your stomach.

Taehyung

“Taehyung! Let me go! People are going to notice that I’m missing! You can’t keep me here forever!” You yelled, banging on the metal door.

It was your foolish mistake; trying to break up with him at his house. The moment you told him you want to part ways, he grabbed you and pushed you into the basement. Of course you fought back, but miserably lost against him. Now it was a game of waiting. Waiting for someone to notice your presence missing.

- 3 days later -

It been a couple days and you’re still locked in the basement. There was no clock or a window so you couldn’t keep track of time. Taehyung hadn’t come downstairs to check on you either. You were starving and living off the bathroom tap water. You were lying on the ground, looking lifeless when the heavy metal doors opened.

“Are you done playing your childish games?” Taehyung asked, crossing his arms. “You should be asking yourself that question, Taehyung. I’m not playing any games. I’m serious when I say I want out of this relationship.”

Taehyung closed the doors and walked towards you. He grabbed your shirt and pulled you close to his face. “All the years we spent together, you wanna throw it all away, angel?”

You turn your head away from him, avoiding his dark orbs. Taehyung noticed you avoiding his eyes so he pushed you against the wall and leaned in close to your face. “Look at me when I talk to you, angel. Or are you scared?” You were on the verge of tears but you didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. You looked him straight in the eyes and muttered, “get away from me.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, angel...” he grabbed your ear and tugged on it, “I’m your master. You listen to me.” His deep voice sent chills down your spine. You were close to dropping on your knees and submitting to him out of fear. But you didn’t. You couldn’t show him that you’re weak. “Taehyung, I’m serious! Get away from me!”

Taehyung frowned. You were really getting on his nerve. Was he not a good boyfriend? He spoiled you with gifts, spent all his time with you and he never cheated on you. What was he doing wrong? He thought to himself. “Why is my perfect, little, angel acting out? Look at me, angel. Tell me what I did wrong? Did you fall out of love? Did you find someone new?”

You look at him, dumbfounded. “Taehyung, you’re trying to control me! You’re making my decisions for me. I can’t go out alone, and if I do, you stalk me! Then you get possessive for no reason! You almost killed my bestfriend because he gave me a hug! You take things too far and you don’t trust me even after being together for years! You just want to control my life and feel like I’m suffocating when I’m with you.”

You could see fire in Taehyung’s eyes. He raised his hand, ready to slap you but before he could, you slapped him and ran for your life. You were light headed and weak, however if Taehyung finds you, you’ll face severe consequences.

Jungkook

Jungkook was going on and on about you going out with your male bestfriend.

You texted Jungkook last minute because you knew if you had told him earlier, he wouldn’t allow you to go. You simply messaged him, “I’m going out with Namjoon, I’ll be home by 6pm.”

Jungkook was livid. He called you multiple times but you were too scared to pick up. Finally, his 7th attempt was when you decided to pick up.

“Where the fuck are you?! I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

“Jungkook we just came to the restaurant, I’m not leaving.”

“Do you think it’s appropriate to go to a restaurant with another man?! What if people think you guys are dating, huh? You’re a fucking cheater. Tell me your location, now!”

“For the love of god, I’m not cheating on you! Namjoon and I have known each other since middle school. I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you. We are nothing but friends.”

Jungkook was pissed. He hung up the phone and went home. He poured himself a glass of whiskey before sitting down on the couch. He was waiting for your arrival. It was 5:54pm when the front door opened. You were right on time.

“See, I told you I’d be back by 6pm. I don’t know why you have to make everything such a big deal.”

“While I’m working my ass off, you’re out with another man.” He said, putting the glass of whiskey down.

“I work too, Jungkook. And I’m a full time student. If you want to get even with me, go out with your female friends. I wouldn’t mind at all. As long as they remain friends.”

Jungkook stood up and starting walking towards you. “So, you can cheat, but I can’t?” A taunting smile took over his face.

“Again, Jungkook? I am not cheating on you! Namjoon is just my close friend. That’s all. Nothing more or less.” You said, crossing your arms and unconsciously stepping back.

“Stop lying. Just tell me now and maybe I’ll forgive you.” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I don’t have time to deal with you, Jungkook. I’m tired.”

“Yeah, because you were fucking around with Namjoon, right?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You turned around to leave but Jungkook pulled you back, harshly. Instinctively, your hand landed a heavy slap on his face. Unexpectedly, Jungkook slapped you right back — but a lot harder.

You winced as you held your warm cheek. Hot tears gliding down your face. Without thinking twice, you made a run for the door but Jungkook tackled you to the floor.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!”

You can make your own ending:)

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loove-persevering · 4 years

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I’m Not Jealous! (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Description: {Request] Could you possibly do one of Reid getting jealous? Thank you!!

This case was a long one, taking everyone’s brains and energy it was completely draining. You and Spencer had spent the previous night working later than everyone else finally figuring out a geographical barrier that finally made sense, with the new information you hoped he unsub was right under your nose.

You sat in the main office of a police department in Florida talking to one of the officers who had a question about the case from the profile you had given out a few hours earlier, ‘’The geographical barrier shows that he hits within 15 mile radius of one specific area, we found that there are around 100 bars in that barrier which doesn’t give us a precise idea of where he’s going next, but we can cross off some of the places he’s already been and make a smaller geographical barrier off that maybe today,’’ You explain to him taking a sip of your coffee.

‘’Ah, I see.’’ The young officer says. You glance around seeing in the small office where you had set up that the rest of the team was inside, scared you were missing out on something of importance you quickly push yourself away from the officer’s desk trying to make your way back, ‘’So do you ever get a night off?’’ He asks you before you could scurry away. ‘’I mean you can’t spend all day here, right?’’ He says beaming a smile at you.

You politely throw a smile on your face not wanting to hurt his feelings, ‘’I’m pretty busy, don’t have much time when a serial killer is on the loose for a night off.’’ You say laughing uncomfortably.

‘‘Well I have some of my best officers out there looking for this guys, they take some of the heat off of you and do me a favor.’‘ He explains an amused smile on his face.

‘’What favor would that be?’’ You ask.

‘‘They take a shift, so I can take you out.’‘ He says and you let out a snort of a laugh.

‘‘Excuse me?’‘ You ask him. You glance back up to the room where everyone was noticing they were now staring at you confused by the situation, ‘‘Uh, I have to go.’‘ You quickly say throwing your cup in the trash and speed walking to the small room.

‘‘What was that about?’‘ Reid ask when you walk in.

‘‘Nothing, let’s just get back to the case.’‘ You say blowing it off. ‘‘Please,’‘ You insist.

‘’Y/N’s right, let’s get back to it.’’ Hotch orders. You glance up at him silently thanking him and he raises an eyebrow at you suspiciously. ‘’Reid, Y/N good work last night on the geographical profile, let’s try to narrow it down even smaller if we can. The police had statements from people from the last murder site let’s go over those and see if we can find anything.’’ He says sliding everyone a stack of papers.

Later that night you and Spencer again were the only one’s working, ‘’I can’t find anything,’’ You groan. ‘’Not a single thing connecting anyone, why is this impossible?’’ You ask Reid who was sitting across from you.

‘’We’ll find something eventually, we just have to look harder.’’ He explains.

You sigh tapping your pencil against the desk repeatedly and after a few seconds you notice him look up at you just quick enough to catch it then glance away, ‘’Sorry does that annoy you?’’ You ask him, ‘’Nervous habit’’ You explain.

Spencer laughs at your statement, ‘’I don’t think thats your nervous habit,’’ He says with a small laugh. You look at him as if you were questioning what he was saying, ‘’You fidget a lot that’s what you do when you need to move around, you’re nervous habit is sipping on coffee and hiding your hands with your shirt,’’ He gestures to your sleeves now which were rolled up to your elbow. ‘’You did the nervous one earlier after you came back in the room from talking with the cop,’’ He points out and you look at him amused dropping your pencil on the table laughing.

‘’Wow, stalker much?’’ You say laughing making him laugh. ‘’I’m kidding.’’ You say, ‘’Interesting though, you have a nervous habit yourself Dr. Reid.’’ You say smugly leaning back in your chair crossing your arms over your chest. ‘’You spit out random facts and sometimes even point out obvious ones and you sometimes avoid eye contact,’’ You say narrowing your eyes at him which he stares directly into yours making you both hold back a laugh.

‘‘Nervous habits are shown to help us reduce anxiety, we find comfort in doing them which makes some of the anxiousness go away,’’ He explains, you just stare at him in response.

‘‘Okay Spenc,’‘ You say laughing, you glance up at him realizing that you had never called him that before and now you felt insecure doing it. You had only joined the team a few months ago and automatically hit it off with everyone, Spencer seemed to be the one you talked to the least and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was him avoiding you or that you got nervous talking to him because you had a crush on him.

You glance up and give him a nervous smile but he doesn’t say anything just glances back down at the papers and continued reading some of the statements, you glance back up every once in a while but he still seemed too busy to look up. ‘’I’m gonna turn in for the night,’’ You announce to him a little while later, ‘’Goodnight Reid,’’ You say this time correcting yourself.

‘‘Night, Y/N,’‘ He says sounding a little bittersweet.

_____

The next day you were determined to start fresh, you were more than ready to nail this unsub who had been killing woman in bars all over town. Walking past the officers desk from the other day he stops you once again, ‘’Miss Y/L/N?’’ You heard his voice, turning around you stand at the edge of his desk. ‘’I’m sorry about the other day, I realize now it was really unprofessional of me to act the way I did.’’ He says and you give him a sympathetic smile.

‘‘Well I’m sorry as well I didn’t mean to come off so cold,’‘ You explain to him.

‘‘If I had realized you had a boyfriend I would’ve never-’‘ He begins to explain.

‘‘Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend.’‘ You quickly correct him.

‘‘Really?’‘ He asks sounding surprised. ‘‘I mean I just assumed you and the other young man seemed like you were- I mean he’s been glaring at me for the past hour,’‘ He says laughing nervously looking past you across the room at Spencer talking with someone. ‘‘He watches you like you’re the only person in the room,’‘ He says rubbing the back of his neck with this hand, ‘‘Anyway I’m sorry it was unprofessional to ask.’‘ He says.

‘‘Not a problem Officer, I appreciate the apology, really.’‘ You tell him sincerely.

‘‘Again none of my business but you’re friend over there he seems a little jealous for you to not be dating,’‘ He says sheepishly.

‘’I don’t think he’s jealous-’’ You pause as soon as the words leave your mouth. ‘’Oh my god!’’ You yell out in front of the office. ‘’Jealous!’’ You yell out and the officer looks at you confused. You run over to the rest of the team and Spencer almost looked nervous, ‘’The unsub is trying to make someone jealous!’’ You point out and you see Spencer’s shoulders drop almost out of relief. ‘’Dela Freeman was at two of our last bars and in her statement she said she had just got out of a bad relationship- I can’t believe I just remembered that! What if our unsub is her ex and he’s trying to make her jealous going to the bars and picking up these woman and when she doesn’t come back to them he kills them?’’ You explain.

‘‘That would explain the overkill,’’ Emily points out, ‘‘He’s mad because the one he desires attention from isn’t giving it to him so he uses what he has the girls he’s trying to make her jealous with.’‘ She elaborates.

Spencer coughs clearing his throat, ‘’That would also explain why the Bars are so local if she goes to school around here those are popular places among the college campus.’’ Reid points out.

‘‘Let’s get Garcia on the phone and see what we can find,’‘ Hotch says, ‘‘Nice work Y/N,’‘ He says before taking off. You try to hide the satisfaction on your face as he praises you, it always felt good when your boss told you good job but there was still so much more work to do, first you had to find a name.

______

Three hours later you sat in the back of an ambulance with the latest almost victim, you had made it just in time to save her although emotionally she was having a rough time she didn’t sustain any injuries which she was thankful for. Dela Freeman’s Ex was the unsub, she broke up with him after he constantly accused her of cheating and not paying him enough attention which fueled his accusations against her and it caused him to kill woman to try and get her attention back.

‘‘You’re going to be alright okay? They’re going to take you to the hospital and check you out. We called your parents and they’re on the way to meet you.’‘ You say squeezing her hand.

‘‘Thank you,’‘ She cries out to you, ‘‘Thank you so much.’‘

You give her a gracious smile before stepping out the back of the ambulance closing the door. ‘’Good one today,’’ You hear Morgan’s voice from behind you. ‘’How’d you figure it out?’’ He asks curiously.

‘‘The cop-he kept asking me out and then thought Spencer was jealous and it just clicked, believe it or not.’‘ You say laughing.

Morgan raises an eyebrow at you, ‘’So pretty boy was right,’’ He says amused.

‘‘About what?’‘

‘‘He thought the cop was hitting on you, said you seemed nervous.’‘ He says laughing.

‘‘He can’t tell when I am nervous, he barely knows me.’‘ You point out.

‘‘The kid knows more about you than you think,’‘ He says mysteriously but with a hint of something in his voice, ‘‘Between you and me,’‘ He whispers, ‘‘Boy wonder over there seemed more nervous than you when he saw the guy talking with you,’‘ He says winking at you.

You look at him a little stunned, Spencer nervous that you were talking to a guy? That was new.

Hours later you were back at the station taking everything off the boards and putting it into a filing box for records. ‘’Hey,’’ You heard Spencer’s comforting voice come into the room.

‘‘Oh, hey!’‘ You reply back turning back to your bulletin board taking another tack off. ‘‘I’m happy we finally got that break, we needed it.’‘ You point out to him referring to last night.

‘‘All thanks to you,’‘ He points out shuffling some papers in his hands so they align against the round table. ‘‘What clicked?’‘ He asks, ‘‘Even with Dela Freeman’s statement she never mentioned a breakup in them just what she saw?’‘ He asks.

‘‘Her friends mentioned they were out to help their friend get over an ex, in their words to get over someone you have to get under someone else,’‘ You say looking back at him a smile at the stupidity of that saying. He laughs along with you continuing to shuffle the papers on the desk.

‘‘Where’s everyone else?’‘ You ask.

‘‘I’m not sure actually, I was hoping you’d know.’‘ He says.

‘‘Hey,’‘ You hear another voice and look to the door where the young officer who had hit on you was standing, ‘‘Wanted to thank you for all your help, we uh- really appreciate it.’‘ He says giving you a smile, he glances over at Spencer awkwardly still showing him a smile of appreciation as well. ‘’My offer still stands though,’’ He points out winking at you.

You hold up the papers stacked in your hands, ‘’Paperwork’s calling,’’ You say laughing.

‘‘Not even a day off?’‘ He asks and you nod your head with a laugh. He pats the door frame where his hand was rested, ‘‘It was nice meeting you all.’‘ He says looking from you to Spencer back to you. ‘‘Have a safe flight back,’‘ He says before disappearing out the doorway.

‘‘Nice guy,’‘ You hear Spencer mutter under his breath.

‘‘Huh?’‘ You ask. When you turn around Spencer shakes his head dismissing what you had heard him utter under his breath. ‘‘He said something about you earlier you know,’‘ You point out causing him to look up. ‘‘Said you seemed jealous? It’s what helped me figure out what the unsubs motive was.’‘ You point out going back to the bulletin board letting out a laugh.

He stays silent for a few minutes and the silence encases the room, ‘’I was,’’ He says a few minutes later breaking the silence, ‘’I was jealous I mean.’’ He says causing you to stop filing looking up at him, he was staring at you back a little more wide eyed than usual.

‘’You were?’’ You say a little to happily, ‘’I mean you were?’’ You cough trying to adjust your voice.

‘’I was, I’m not sure why.’’ He says furrowing his eyebrows as if he was confused by the emotion itself.

‘‘I think I know why.’‘ You say smiling softly biting your lower lip to keep yourself from breaking out into a full on grin. He glances up gesturing for you to finish what you were saying, ‘‘You Dr. Reid have a crush on me.’‘ You say trying to sound as confident as possible.

‘‘I-uh,’‘ He immediately stutters, ‘‘That would be unprofessional-’‘ He points out.

‘‘Ah, ah, ah, there you go with the stuttering and the pointing out the obvious. You’re nervous habit, are you nervous right now?’‘ You ask teasing him.

‘‘What? No?’‘ He says his voice sounding a little higher pitched than usual a tell that he was lying.

‘‘You’re lying!’‘ You point at him a finger straight at his face, ‘‘I make you nervous!’‘ You say aloud.

‘‘That’s not true!’‘ He says lying even more.

‘‘It’s okay if I do,’‘ You say laughing, ‘‘You make me nervous too.’‘ You tell him, ‘‘In a good way.’‘

‘‘I do?’‘ He immediately fires back.

‘‘You do,’‘ You admit to him. ‘‘You’re always the smartest person in the room easily, you pick up on my nervous habits which makes me nervous because obviously you’ve taken the time to notice them. You work harder than anyone on this team and you just have this overwhelming sense of empathy for people, even the bad ones.’‘ You tell him, ‘‘I’m nervous to be around a person as good as you.’‘ You tell him smiling at him and he stares up at you wide eyed. ‘’Sorry,’’ You say laughing shaking your head.

‘‘Any room you go into you seem to have this quality about you that just lifts the mood, when you get praised by anyone you do a tiny victory in you’re head which is really cute.’‘ He pauses looking up at you. ‘‘With this job we constantly see horrible things but working with you and being around you makes it a little more bearable, even on the most terrible of days.’’ He says to you.

You hold back your words for a second, unsure of how to reply to what he just said but when you do you realize your words were going to change the friendship for the better, ‘’I said no to the officer because I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out.’’ You tell him. He smiles to himself then looks back up at you still sitting in the chair across the room, ‘’What?’’ You say looking at him, ‘’Do I have something on my face?’’ You ask him reaching up making him laugh more.

‘‘No, no, I just-,’‘ He pauses trying to gather his words, ‘‘Would you want to come over for dinner at my house? When we get back to Virginia at least.’‘ He asks.

You grin like an idiot not bothering to hide the smile on your face, ‘’I would love to Dr. Reid.’’ You say happily.

‘’I told you!’’ You hear Morgan yell, ‘’I told you he had it in him!’’ Morgan yells stepping into the room JJ following behind shaking her head laughing, ‘’My man!’’ He says and Spencer and you both shake your head in disbelief. ‘’Penelope owes me five bucks,’’ He says whipping out his cell phone ready to call her.

You laugh glancing up at Spencer who had a smile on his face staring back at you.

You couldn’t wait to get home.

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thegreatestofheck · 4 years

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i love you ≬ JJ Maybank ≬

request - If you do song request, can you do a JJ one based on i love you by Billie Eilish? Angsty please :))

warnings - angst. swearing, cheating, unhealthy relationship synopsis - your relationship with JJ had always been rocky, built on a mutual desire for affection. that doesn’t mean he would never break your heart. a/n - anon, ask and you shall receive ;) (i’m an idiot and didn’t give this a title last night before I queue’d it, oops)

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It's not true Tell me I've been lied to

Your heart shattered in your own hands. You watched as the still bleeding pieces fell to the ground, mixing with the dirt and the dust beneath your feet.

JJ stood in front of you, his hands out in front of him too, as if his own heart was sitting there like yours was. But his heart was in his chest; safe and warm and still beating.

“What the fuck?” you breathed. You could have said a thousand things, some of them angry, some of them sad, some of them numb. But that was all you could come up with.

“y/n, I-” JJ took a step forward and you shot him a look that told him if he moved another muscle, he was dead where he stood. So, he stopped in his tracks and swallowed. “Please, just...hear me out.”

“Hear you out?” Your voice broke as a thickness tightened your throat. Your nose burned as your eyes filled with tears. Trying to blink them away, you closed your mouth and gave a shake of your head. “You don’t get to say anything else. Not after what you did.”

“It wasn’t what you think.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” you nearly shrieked, your hands shaking as you lifted them toward your head. “How could it not be what I thought? What I saw with my own two fucking eyes?”

JJ covered his face with his hands.

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You’re drunk off your tits right now, aren’t you?” You asked, eyes narrowing. JJ was silent. “Aren’t you?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So, just because you’re drunk that excuses you....” You shifted your lips, fighting with your tongue over the shape of the words you were trying to say.

“No, it doesn’t.” He took a step forward and you flinched, but you didn’t have the strength to give him any more hateful looks. “It doesn’t and I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

At his words, you collapsed to the ground, your knees completely giving out beneath you.

Crying isn't like you

You hit the soft dirt beneath you with a muffled thud, a strangled sob tearing from your throat. Your fingers dug into the dirt, part of you hoping to pull out what remained of your broken heart and piece it back together again.

It wasn’t until you felt droplets of water hit your hands that you realized you were crying. But then it came like a hurricane, pouring out of you like a beast that had been rattling at the cages for so long.

You had seen all the signs, of course you had. You knew exactly what you had signed up for when you started dating the infamous JJ Maybank. But you turned a blind eye to it, hoping that somehow, he would be different with you around. That the drinking and the smoking and the girls would all fall on the back burner and it would just be you.

You were an idiot to think that would be the case.

Digging your fingers deeper into the earth, you squeezed your eyes shut. Another sob came from you mouth and you dropped your chin to your chest, admitting defeat.

JJ stood there, unmoving. He couldn’t recall a single time he had seen you cry since he had met you months ago. But here you were, dissolving right in front of him and it was his fault.

JJ stepped closer by a single foot and when he noticed that you didn’t react at all, he took another. He stepped closer and closer to you until he loomed just above you and then he lowered himself to his knees.

What the hell did I do?

He put his arms around you slowly, afraid that at any second you would scream and shove him away. But all you did was cry.

When his arms were all the way around you, you let out another, heartbroken sob. He waited awkwardly until you lifted your hands from the dirt suddenly to cling to his arms like they were the only thing keeping you on this earth. He pulled you in to his chest and you let him, barely aware of what you were allowing him to do.

You dug your fingernails into his skin, but he didn’t make a sound, he just held you close.

“What did I do?” You sobbed, barely capable of breathing at all. “What the hell did I do?”

“Nothing, baby,” he whispered to you, his voice breaking as he brushed your matted hair from your eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then...why? Why, JJ?”

He hesitated, giving you a tight squeeze.

“Cause I’m fucked up. And you...are so good. Too good. And I know I don’t deserve you. And I had to ruin it and I’m so sorry.”

You tightened your grip on his arm, the pain in your chest not easing at his words. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your endless sobs and you couldn’t get a single proper breath into your lungs.

JJ ran his fingers delicately through your hair, not even tugging when he reached the knots.

This might have been easier if it was you fault. If you hadn’t loved him enough or if you hadn’t given him what he needed. If you had been a pain or a bother or made him angry. If you had hid the liquor and cussed him out when he came back to you drunk. If you had taken all his blunts and thrown his lighter in the trashcan. If you had made a louder fuss when he flirted or danced with other girls. If you had...if you had...if you...

But you did everything right and he cheated anyway. It wasn’t your fault, so why did it feel like you messed up somewhere?

Never been the type to Let someone see right through

You had spent your entire life shutting people out, keeping everyone at an arm’s length away. The closer someone was to you, the more they could hold over your head, the more they could control you. And you were tired of being controlled.

It was your mom who raised you as a puppet. Every word you ever spoke before you turned 15 was a direct quote from her own mouth. She chose what you dressed, who you talked to, what you studied in school, which sports you played. She made every decision in your life and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

After she died, you vowed that no one would ever hold that kind of power over you again. No one could break you if you didn’t show them you were made of glass.

But then you met JJ. Every second that he was around, dropping his pathetic one liners and trailing his tantalizing fingers over your skin, your walls cracked little by little. You weren’t ready to admit they were crumbling until you were already his, wrapped so tightly around his finger that there was no hope of letting go.

From the moment he first smiled at you, the light of the campfire illuminating the sapphire in his eyes, to the moment he broke your heart to pieces and even after, you were his.

Up all night on another red eye

The world was dark as you sat awake in his bed. It wasn’t really his bed. It was John B’s bed. But this was the place that JJ always brought you. Back to this bed.

He was asleep beside you, breathing heavily. You had spent enough nights awake in this same place to know that this was the very beginnings of a nightmare. You could wake him now, stop it before it started, but you did that once and he hit you accidentally. You couldn’t hold it against him, it wasn’t his fault, but you didn’t want to risk it.

Your legs were still sore. With JJ, you were always sore. It was a different feeling that you were used to. But it was this part that you enjoyed the most. The not being alone at night, sleeping in an empty bed with nothing but the rustling leaves and the creaking house to comfort you. That’s probably the same reason JJ liked having you here with him.

You looked up at the ceiling until JJ’s heavily breathing became quiet whimpers. Rolling onto your side, you propped yourself up onto one elbow and put your hand on the side of his face.

“Baby,” you whispered, leaning in close, your lips grazing his cheek. “You’re safe. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

He jerked once, but you only held him tighter, pressing your forehead to his temple.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” you told him quietly. His eyes opened, but he wasn’t truly awake, not yet. “No one will ever hurt you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

JJ groaned and blinked rapidly. You felt his breathing go ragged, panic settling in for a few seconds before he realized who was speaking to him. He relaxed after a few moments.

“y/n?” He murmured, turning toward your face. You smiled.

“It’s me.”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“No, honey. You didn’t.”

“Oh, good.”

He was already falling back into his deep sleep. You held him close, letting him mimic your own steady breathing until he was once sleeping once again. Humming quietly to yourself, brushing your thumb across his cheek, you wondered if you would be able to coax yourself to sleep as easily as you did him.

I wish we never learned to fly

But this is where all the love got you; a shattered heart and a sore throat.

If you hadn’t let your walls fall down so easily, if you hadn’t taken that step off the cliff and unfurled your wings, maybe you wouldn’t be here now.

You were Icarus and JJ was your sun. You were too desperate to fly and he burned too hot. There had never been any chance that the two of you would make it out in one piece.

”Baby, I’m sorry,” JJ said again. You tightened your jaw and let your eyes flutter shut. “I don’t want to hurt you ever again. I’m sorry.”

”Why did we do this to ourselves?” You asked, your voice broken from so much sobbing. “Why did we do this?”

JJ didn’t say anything. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. You knew he wanted to say something, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. It didn’t take long for you to realize that he wasn’t going to say anything, so you held on tighter to his arm and he pulled you in closer.

You could hear the pounding of his heart. His chest rose and fell just like it did when he had a nightmare, only this time, the nightmare was yours.

Slowly, you started to breathe again. The tears on your face started to dry and JJ brushed away the remaining salt as his thumb grazed gently across the skin of your cheek.

For a moment, he almost thought you had fallen asleep. Your eyes closed and breath finally steady, JJ thought this was the calmest he had ever seen you. You were so often wound up, thinking about everyone else other than yourself. Constantly worrying about him and everything at home that you barely slept at night. And now here you were, resting soundly in his arms. Maybe we should just try To tell ourselves a good lie

“Lie to me,” you said suddenly, reminding him that you were awake. Your words startled him enough that he stopped his rhythmic stroking of your face.

“What?” He asked, looking down at you. You squeezed your eyes tighter together and nestled further against his chest.

“Lie to me,” you repeated, feel another tear slip down your cheek. “I don’t care what you say. Just...lie to me.”

JJ let out a breath through his nose.

“I’ll never hurt you,” he whispered. Your stomach seized and the muscles of your face flinched. “I’m yours completely. Nothing will ever come between us. You’re safe here.”

I didn't mean to make you cry

You could feel his tears against your scalp. There was a part of you that wanted to sit up and wipe away his tears and tell him that it was okay, that you forgave him. But there was another part, the bitter and angry part that knew that he didn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love.

And both of those parts mingled into something that you couldn’t place and it weighed down, keeping you where you were.

“I never meant to hurt you,” JJ whispered and his voice broke. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

For a moment, you almost thought he was telling you the truth.

Maybe won't you take it back Say you were tryna make me laugh

There wasn’t a person alive who made you laugh like JJ did. With his strange antics and his stupid jokes and his constant idiocy, there was very little that JJ could do that wouldn’t make you laugh.

You remembered the first time he made you laugh, all those months ago while you stood in line waiting for your ice cream. He said some stupid joke to his friend from all the way across the small shop. All you did was laugh quietly to yourself, but it was enough. Ever since that day, he had his eyes fixed on you.

He told you jokes, he made you laugh, and he made you cry.

And right now, you wished none of it had happened. You had asked him to tell you lies, to make you believe something that wasn’t true, and part of you was starting to think that was what he had been doing from the beginning.

It had all been one big, massive joke that went too far. He was just trying to make you laugh.

And nothing has to change today You didn't mean to say "I love you"

“I love you.”

His final lie. A wave of numbness washed over you. The pain in your chest eased and you could feel your heart start to beat again. Pulling away from him slowly, you looked him dead in the eye. He dropped his hand from your cheek and let it fall into his lap.

“Say it again,” you said, a clearness in your voice that hadn’t been there before. “Say it again.”

“I love you.” Again, you almost believed him. If you could get the image of that girl in his bed out of your head, the very same bed that you often shared, if you could forget about her and the ecstasy on JJ’s face at her mere presence, maybe you could have believed him.

I love you and I don't want to

You wouldn’t lie to yourself. There was no point. In the months since you had known JJ Maybank, you had fallen helplessly in love with him. He was all you had in this dark and unforgiving world. You couldn’t give that up.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, lowering your head, almost in defeat. You watched the muscles on JJ’s face twitch as he examined every inch of you, waiting for you to take it back and say you didn’t mean it.

But you did. You meant it and you couldn’t take it back.

You made your choice. Even if he was lying, you chose to believe him. You had to. It was all you could do to keep on breathing. Without JJ, you would be alone again, stranding wingless on the solid ground, trapped in a cage that you made yourself, alone in an empty bed with no company save for the rustling leaves and creaking house.

It was a terrifying thought.

You never wanted to be alone ever again and if JJ was your solution, no matter how badly it ached, you weren’t going to walk away from it. From him.

The smile that you gave me Even when you felt like dying

It took JJ a few moments to decide you weren’t going to take it back. But when he did, a tearful smile twitched its way up his lips. You looked up at him then, tears making clear tracks down his grimy cheeks, his pink lips still unsure, unknowing as they smiled at you. You caught a glimpse of his teeth beneath those honey sweet lips and, try as you might, you couldn’t help but see them as fangs.

JJ put a gentle hand behind your neck and pulled you toward him, pressing his forehead to yours. The breath he released was ragged. You shut your eyes once again as he shook ever so slightly, still uncertain. Pursing your lips, you lifted one of your hands and placed it over his wrist, accepting his gesture. Even though your eyes were closed, you knew he was smiling.

And to your surprise, so were you.

We fall apart as it gets dark I'm in your arms in Central Park

JJ moved his hand from behind your neck to just under your jaw as he could tilt your face up toward his. He didn’t give you time to even open your eyes before he pressed his lips to yours. At first, it was almost like a promise. You weren’t sure exactly what it was he was promising, but it felt sincere.

Then it became needy, like it always did. JJ flicked his tongue along your bottom lip, pulling you in even closer. That hunger that always burned within him came out whenever you were around and now was no different.

By his touch, you knew he needed you just as badly as you needed him. He couldn’t stand to be alone either. And those girls he had on the side and the booze he hid under the pillow, they weren’t enough to fill the void in his chest. You were.

Your touch, your words, your presence. You were what he needed, like a medication that started as something good but slowly became an addiction. He couldn’t shake you.

Everything was falling apart. The facade was fading. Any mirrors or glass barriers that the two of you had put up to pretend like whatever was going on in your relationship was perfectly normal had long since collapsed. But it didn’t matter now because you were in his arms once again. The only place you ever needed to be was right here.

Maybe you were both falling apart, but it was better to do it together than alone.

There's nothing you could do or say I can't escape the way, I love you

You had never lied to JJ before. Not even the little white lies that everyone always told. You could never bring yourself to do it. You would never be able to believe a single word that came out of his mouth, but he would always be able to believe you.

“I love you,” you said again as you pulled away for a breath of air. JJ kept you close, foreheads still together, mouths only a breath apart. He breathed heavily and his hand tightened at your words. “I love you.”

You were crying again, silent tears running from your eyes. You hoped he wouldn’t see them.

“I love you,” he replied, a mantra you knew he would tell himself over and over and over again even though the words were dead to him. Whatever it took to keep you by his side.

“I love you.”

I don't want to, but I love you

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lovetorn · 4 years

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sex [fratboy!harry]

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: sex by the 1975 but i changed it up - [bestfriend!fratboy!harry] warnings: swearing, angst words: 1.9k inspo: sex by the 1975 (obviously) a/n: a rollercoaster (and a little cliche)!! ahahah enjoy xx

“She’s got a boyfriend anyway, so I don't know why you keep trying,” Y/n said, peering over at him slightly before returning her focus back to the road in front of them, tired of the conversation at hand. Her best friend, Harry sighed loudly, his knuckles whitening with the hard grip he had on the steering wheel. The sky outside was painted pink and was slowly washing away into dark indigo.

Y/n glanced at him in her peripheral and saw he was getting agitated with her, so she decided to hold her tongue. Turning fully to look out the window, Y/n tapped her fingers against her thighs, now eager to get back to your sorority and away from the moody boy next to her. The tension in the car pushed on her chest and it made Y/n feel like she couldn’t breathe properly. She sighed softly, trying her best not to catch Harry's attention.

Once at a red light, Harry’s hands came up to his hair to fix the snapback that rested there, and Y/n had the sudden urge to watch him. It was something about his hands, or maybe it was his hair that made her stomach churn—or perhaps it was the butterflies that fluttered so hard it made her insides hurt. Y/n didn’t want to think about what her best friend could do to her if this was under different circumstances.

“Have you been seeing that guy again?” Harry’s voice cut the silence, catching Y/n off guard. She thought that her brain was deceiving her when she heard his words. Flustered, she quickly looked at him, but soon saw his smug expression and decided against giving him what he wanted.

“Not since Ethan’s party, I think,” She said, tilting her head to the side as she answered. The light changed to green when Y/n turned her body towards him, noticing the way his tongue traced the inside of his cheek. The car lurched forward as Harry met Y/n’s gaze, his eyebrows raising in amusement. Rolling her eyes, Y/n turned her knees to the car door, choosing to look at a dog and its owner instead before she huffed.

“I wouldn’t see him again anyway, he was a shitty kisser.”

Harry hummed and nodded, clearly content with the answer. Y/n narrowed her eyes towards him as she raised an eyebrow; challenging his earlier demeanour.

“And I suppose you haven’t seen her since then either, hmm?” Y/n’s voice was sharp but slightly teasing and Harry sighed in annoyance, his body becoming frigid. He stared at the road for a few moments before telling his prepared answer, “No, I haven’t actually.”

Y/n nodded, a snigger playing on her lips as she fished her phone from the middle console. Her heart hammered against her ribs when she pulled up a particularly scandalous photo one of Harry’s frat brothers had sent her 3 days ago.

As Harry turned into the street of Y/n’s sorority, she decided it was the best time to confront him. Holding her phone up to his face as he pulled in next to the curb, Y/n’s lip was between her teeth, awaiting his reaction.

“Care to explain this then?” Harry had eyes like saucers as she pushed the phone further into his face. He threw his hands over his eyes and groaned loudly, “How do you have that? You can’t show anyone!”

Y/n threw her hands up, “Harold! She’s got a boyfriend, do you know how bad this looks?” She said, locking her phone and placing it into her lap.

“What are you doin’, H?”

Harry leant his head against the steering wheel, “I don’t know.” Y/n sighed and looked back out to the street, shaking her head in the process.

“Well, I’m going inside. So if you want to want to sulk here then go back to your house, you’re more than welcome to, or, you can come upstairs,” She said, hand on the door handle as she looked back at her best friend. Harry huffed and turned the car off before he opened the car door and slammed it closed.

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Harry laid on the crisp, white sheets of Y/n’s bed, lulling in and out of sleep out of utter boredom. Y/n had gone downstairs to collect their dinner from McDonald’s 15 minutes ago and Harry couldn’t be bothered to open the door and ask where she was. Upon arrival, Y/n was laughing with her friend, Kayley whose room was next door to her own. The two girls joked about the fact that Harry was in her room, again, which caused Y/n to roll her eyes playfully, “Shut it!”

Y/n opened her bedroom door, a paper bag with the UberEats logo on the front in her hand and Harry’s eyes lit up as he jumped from the sheets. Finally, he thought as she placed it on her desk. As he leapt up, Y/n pulled the bag away, eyes narrowed at the boy.

“What are you doing?” She asked as she held the bag behind her back, out of Harry’s reach. His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted, “Uh, ‘m hungry?” Y/n shook her head, she had to know.

“Not until you tell me what you did with her.”

Harry stood dumbfounded, why would Y/n care so much? He only scoffed and grabbed his keys and phone

“No.”

Y/n looked at the ceiling and shook her head again. Harry blinked at her, “Is there a problem with my answer?” He challenged, his eyebrow raised and tongue in his cheek.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just tell me, Harry,” Said Y/n, her frustration increasing as she moved to block the door. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, the food still in one hand.

“Because, it really doesn’t matter to you, Y/n!”

Y/n laughed. She laughed in his face and Harry couldn’t seem to wrap his head around why she cared so much. The number of times Y/n was shaking her head, Harry swore it would fall off.

“It does matter to me, I’m your best friend,” She mumbled, “I’m just curious, Harry, in case something bad happens with her boyfriend.” and Harry sighed. His gaze fell to the floor, he didn’t really think about the consequences.

“Have you had sex with her?” Y/n’s voice was barely there but Harry heard her.

“No, we only make out, because she thinks sex would be cheating.” Y/n opened her mouth to counter the reasoning but decided against it, instead, she threw the bag of McDonald’s at Harry. He caught it in his arms, unsure of where to sit as the tension that built around them still hung. He chose the desk chair, pulling it out before he sat down.

Y/n sat cross-legged on her duvet, her 6 pack of nuggets, medium chips, and large coke in front of her. Her eyes were downcast as they ate in silence.

“Y/n...” Her head lifted quickly, meeting Harry’s gaze. His voice was soft and Y/n got nervous when his voice was that low.

“Why do you actually care what I do with her?” There it was; the burning question on Harry’s tongue and the unanswerable question Y/n was wishing he wouldn’t ask. She was at a loss for words as her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. After a few moments, she sighed deeply. Harry was suspicious, but he had a hunch, and his entire body ached to hear her confession; it was the main reason he even started seeing the girl with the boyfriend… to get Y/n off his mind—surprise!

“Do you want the truth? Even if it ruins us?” Y/n whispered, overwhelmed by her emotions and feelings and she couldn’t even express how fast her heart was beating. She regretted asking those questions as soon as they left her mouth. She’d ruined it all, and there was nothing she could do to get herself out now.

Harry nodded his lips in a tight line. He’d been waiting for this moment for years. There were years of pent up feelings in his brain that he swore would explode at any given day—and maybe today was the day.

Y/n couldn’t bring herself to say it. The stupid words that meant nothing and everything at the same time. The one thing her psychology course had taught her was that deliberate attempts to suppress thoughts often make them more likely to resurface, and that was exactly what was happening. She’d spent years pushing her feelings down, telling herself she wasn’t good enough for him, that she couldn’t satisfy him the way he needed, telling herself he wouldn’t love a girl like her.

Harry could tell she needed time to gather her thoughts and decided it was best if he left the room for a moment. However, Y/n thought the worst as his hand landed on the door handle.

“Where are you going?” Her voice shook tremendously and it scared Harry.

“You look like you need time to collect yourself, is all.” Wrong choice of words Harold! He was dumb, stupid, and felt like a downright fucking idiot. Y/n nodded once as tears brimmed her eyes.

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Harry panicked as he held his hands out cautiously.

“I love you!” Y/n froze from the force of his voice and didn’t seem to acknowledge what he was actually saying. The room, more the house, fell silent. Harry stood frigid, his head spinning from his outburst, but more from the weight his words held. His breath caught in his throat as Y/n blinked at the floor. Wait, what?

Her head snapped towards him, “What?”

Harry brought his hand to his hat and snatched it off his head and onto the floor. Y/n sat in confusion, what did the hat do to him?

Realisation overcame her features as she stared at him, her mouth open slightly. Harry felt like he couldn’t breathe, why wasn’t she saying anything?

After a while, a smile broke out on her face, “You’re not just saying that?” He shook his head repeatedly, stalking toward the bed before he sat directly beside her and taking her clammy hands in his shaky ones.

“I would never tease you like that.”

Y/n felt like she was floating, her head was light and her throat was closed with emotion.

“I guess I like you too, loser,” She smiled, looking at their hands together. Harry inhaled sharply as his eyes were fixed on her lips.

“Can I-” Y/n sensed his intentions and nodded softly, taking her hand from his and resting it on his cheek. It was the first time Y/n had seen him nervous since their senior formal when he was clasping the corsage on her wrist. The thought made her giddy as their noses brushed, the feeling making both their hearts skip.

“But, what about her?” Y/n’s voice broke the sweet silent they revelled in. It was a long time coming, but they finally got their feelings in check and Y/n was worrying about some other girl he saw twice? Harry wanted to riot.

“She’s got a boyfriend anyway,” He smirked before he placed his mouth on hers.

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feminaexlux · 4 years

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A Needed Miracle - Chapter 18: But never complete

I'd been working on this one for months... because I did like 70% in 1-2 sittings and then fell off the face of the planet and I'm now just getting back into the groove.

Hope this is at least interesting to some people >_>

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(Nine years ago)

As soon as he said the wish Adrien knew he'd fucked up big time. He'd been dissolved, turning into the space in-between his component atoms, the trillions of tiny subatomic particles and… concepts that had initially, through sheer luck, linked up into some kind of personhood and made a pattern of Adrien Agreste.

He'd seen the Null forms of Tikki and Plagg. He knew the presence of the Invader. It was the best name they had at the time. And from there he saw how much he had cost this particular universe in terms of the energy and time it'd take to sink into his wish.

He'd asked for a "redo". A complete and total rewrite of reality because some 15 year old rich white boy with superpowers couldn't handle that his family and his friends had been murdered all around him. Well, in the grand scheme of things maybe it was a little short-sighted. Hawkmoth had been defeated at the cost of a bunch of teenagers playing superhero while there had been this thing looming in the outskirts.

Then he saw that Tikki and Plagg had cheated.

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When he came to, he realized he'd been back in his bed. He blinked a couple of times and scanned his room, making sure that it was actually his room and… he wasn't dead? He wasn't dead. He was… still Adrien by the looks of it, his room being his room and all. He looked down at his hands, suddenly panicking that he'd lost Plagg. He didn't have the ring, holy crap! He turned over and went onto his knees, throwing the sheets and pillows off of his bed in a desperate search for his kwami. "Plagg!?" He yelled out. "Plagg, please let me know you're here!" Adrien cried, half sobbing.

If Plagg wasn't here… maybe Marinette had him?

Adrien ran out of his room and burst out into the main hallway. Apparently it was around the twilight hours, no one had been up and Nathalie (… and his father what the fuck they were both such huge assholes) wasn't around. He managed to throw open the front doors and ran out into the courtyard. Not even the gate could stop him as he vaulted through one of the holes in the giant decorative ironwork head first.

Marinette was only a block and a half away. His Lady had always been so close and he'd been an idiot for not even seeing her right in front of his stupid face. But he could fix it! He could fix it now, thank God. No… Thanks to Tikki and Plagg and--

A silver car screeched to a stop in front of him before he could run across the street to Marinette's house. A car door flew open and his Mother emerged, looking panicked in her white silk sleeping robe. "Adrien! What are you doing?!"

"Mom?!"

She ran to him and wrapped him up tight in her arms. "Adrien how could you leave like that? What were you doing?! You foolish, foolish child! Do you know what time it is?!"

Adrien had been a little… more than a little shocked and overwhelmed with a mix of joy and confusion at seeing his mother in person again. His wish made her come back! But… "Mom, I need to find--"

"You're coming home right now," Emilie said, dragging Adrien back into the car despite his protestations. "Simon, please take us home." Adrien heard a familiar grunt and the car was put into reverse, taking Adrien further away from his… Destiny? No. He'd changed all that. Emilie turned and forced Adrien to look at her by gripping his shoulders and turning him. "What the hell were you doing Adrien?! You know your father will be furious!"

Rage boiled over in Adrien. "I HATE HIM!" Adrien screamed. It all spilled out in the relative privacy of the car, how Adrien had found a Miraculous and became Chat Noir, how he had been fighting Hawkmoth with Ladybug, how Hawkmoth was Gabriel and Nathalie had become Mayura and they had become some disgusting couple thing but that Adrien had supported their relationship unknowingly because Emilie had been dead for a year and--

"That is quite the nightmare, Adrien," his father's cold voice interrupted, coming from over the car intercom. "Come inside. You've caused enough trouble for tonight."

Adrien had arrived at home. They didn't believe him. Of course they wouldn't. There was one way he could prove all that he was saying… that book was still in the safe, wasn't it? He ran out of the car to his father's office and slid away the Klimt-"inspired" painting of his mother. He punched in a few codes but they were all rejected.

"Adrien!" His father's voice boomed at him. Adrien ignored him for the time being, trying in vain to remember anything that might have been important to Gabriel. Adrien remembered how Gabriel had… died loving no one but himself, and punched in a sequence. The safe popped open and revealed…

Nothing? Where did that fucker hide everything? Adrien ran at his father and pulled off that stupid candy-striped cravat, shocking everyone in view. No Miraculous?

Wait… his wish really did reset everything. He stood still in place, staring back at his father. Oh shit, Adrien thought.

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(Now)

It took at most 10 minutes of Adrien and Plagg waiting in Tatsue until Marinette and Luka came down from the apartment and walked toward the car, hand in hand. Longg had already come back sulking, apparently prematurely dismissed by both Marinette and Luka. Adrien got out of the car and opened the passenger door for the pair, but Luka stopped before entering. "Where are we going?" He asked.

Adrien smiled. "A safehouse."

Luka narrowed his eyes at Adrien. "Why?"

"Chances are you've been targeted on purpose, I'll explain more in the car," Adrien said, patting the roof of Tatsue.

"Wait… My sister and--" Luka paled. "I can't--"

"Oh don't worry, Kagami already took them to the safehouse earlier. We tried to take you both as well but Plagg and Tikki said it'd be alright if they watched over you until you both woke up. Can't really argue with them if they already made their minds up," Adrien shrugged.

"Why do you want to help us?" Marinette asked, squeezing Luka's hand tighter.

Adrien put his elbow against the car and rested his chin on his braced hand. "You're looking at the man who forced Universe number 2 into existence," he sighed. "I remember everything from the first one and I need to tell you why we're all here. I can't give you a bigger hook than that, can I?"

That'd been essentially what Longg (and Tikki) had explained to them, but Marinette still reeled back in shock. "This is… this is so crazy," she said shakily, feeling her hand squeezed back by Luka. "I still… I'm still having issues processing all this."

Adrien nodded. "Yeah. Crazy doesn't begin to describe it. Look, even if you still don't trust me you have Tikki and Plagg back and can absolutely obliterate and smear me into a thin paste if you wanted. I have nothing to hide and nothing to hold back. I just need you two to give me some time to explain what I can and show you what I know."

Luka sighed to himself, saying "I don't know where--" when Plagg phased out from Tatsue. "Nevermind."

Tikki flew next to Plagg, both kwami looking back at their holders. "Adrien's right. We need to be somewhere safer," Tikki said gently. "We trust Adrien to tell you the truth."

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The ride to the safehouse was relatively short but plenty awkward and quiet. Marinette had looked back and forth between Luka and Adrien, but one was staring blankly out the window in a dark, pensive mood, still gently squeezing her hand as reassurance of his presence, while the other was staring at them, thoughtful and smiling whenever Marinette looked back at him but adding no additional comment.

Adrien, Tikki, and Plagg had initially given them a quick rundown of what they had experienced in the previous universe. That while Marinette had been Ladybug before as she was now, Adrien had been Plagg's original bearer. Both Marinette and Adrien had been much younger, starting their superhero lives at 13 years old and had years of practice using their Miraculous before the reset. The original Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste, but that had all been undone by Adrien's wish because they failed to defeat Gabriel in the end with Marinette dying.

Adrien had no clue who this Hawkmoth was.

Marinette understood most of it, but she'd noticed that Luka just… wasn't here with her mentally. If Marinette could guess what was going through Luka's head, she guessed it must have been worry over Juleka. She was half right.

Luka had been feeling an odd sense of… detachment since Adrien called. Yes, he was currently the Black Cat Miraculous chosen, but… he'd been a placeholder. He wasn't… the original. He wasn't even truly intended to be the one wearing this ring in Universe 2 and Plagg didn't seem to care much for Luka.

But if he hadn't had the ring and he hadn't been partners with Marinette, would they have ever gotten together? Would she have even noticed him?

It did feel like the past decade and change had been him swimming through mud trying to find his place in the world outside of his family. Didn't have a father, lost his mother, had to sell their houseboat, had his sister block any contact from him for the better part of a year, his love life and attempts at rock-stardom were disasters. He finally had things starting to go his way when Marinette literally fell into his life.

And then they each got a Miraculous. It was the first time Luka had felt alive and somewhat in control.

Hearing now that he was just some random asshole swept up in this whole thing was a little bit of a blow to that perspective. Maybe he needed to hand this ring over to Adrien, who supposedly knew how to handle it.

Maybe then Marinette would have a partner that wouldn't be such a fucking liability.

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They ended up being driven to some fancy Japanese dojo and as Luka had been staring out the window most of the ride he saw a formidable looking man with a huge nose ring look over the car. There'd been a split second where that man had locked eyes with Luka, staring him down with a vague but palpable threat of violence in the air.

But whatever that man saw, he deemed Luka (and Marinette, probably?) safe enough and the car drove itself further in, going down a few levels in an underground lot. The car was parked and the doors automatically opened. Adrien moved out first, beckoning Marinette and Luka to follow him.

Having been lead into one trap today, Marinette had been hesitant in falling into another one, but… at least she and Luka had Tikki and Plagg. So she'd use that. She transformed in a pink flash after she noticed no one else was around and there hadn't been any cameras.

"That's… smart of you, actually," Adrien mused out loud, chuckling. "I get it." Both Adrien and Ladybug looked at Luka expectantly, but he… he just sighed.

"We wouldn't be here if I hadn't gotten caught, right?" Luka said. "I'm putting myself, my sister, Rose and Marinette in danger by being this… by being Panthera. This Miraculous shit isn't working out for me, is it?"

"Luka?" Ladybug asked quietly. "What…"

"Kid, don't--" Plagg was cut off when Luka took off his ring.

Ladybug panicked. "Luka!"

Luka opened his palm with the Black Cat Miraculous ring to Adrien. "This was always yours, wasn't it?"

Adrien looked down at the ring. A few moments passed, each one stretching out longer than the previous. There was a real sense of longing in Adrien's eyes and he reached out his hand toward Luka's… and took the ring. It shrank down a little bit and morphed into a signet ring with a flat silver face, blockier than the simple wide silver band it had been for Luka. "You just handed me one half of a universe ending machine, you know that?" Adrien said disbelievingly. "I'm not sure if you're serious. I didn't think either of you would want that back in my hands."

Luka shook his head. "It's always been yours."

"It's a nice thought. You're a better man than I am," Adrien chuckled. "But it's not mine." Adrien tossed the ring back at Luka, who nearly fumbled in catching it. "Not this time."

"You… won't take it?" Luka seemed confused.

"Like I said, it's a nice thought. But I can't use it."

"Can't?" Ladybug asked.

"Can't," Adrien confirmed. "One of those little stipulations in the fine print of resetting the universe. I can't ever use a Miraculous ever again."

#fxl fic #a needed miracle #lukanette endgame #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #lukanette #endgame lukanette

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hellyeahtrickster · 3 years

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It occurs to me that I have friends here that I don't have contact with in other spheres, so ... life update: my mother passed away unexpectedly last Friday. I'm doing as well as one would expect. Been going through her things as both a walk down memory lane and a goodbye. I keep coming across things she never got around to using, and it hits hard that now, she'll never have the chance. And I can't stop thinking of the stories we watched together that now she won't know the ending to, or shows I wanted to try with her. And then there's all the things we used to do together on the regular -- all the places I can never go with her to again. And all the places we wanted to go to "someday", but now she never will.

We were two weeks out from our second COVID shots, and 4 weeks from being totally vaccinated. We were finally going to get back to EPCOT, to see the Flower and Garden show. Finally going to get back to the Florida Mall. Going out to lunch. That I won't be doing this things with her anymore ... it's unfathomable. I can't wrap my head around it.

Thanks, anti-mask / anti-vaccine Covidiots, for prolonging the presence of this pandemic -- basically stealing the last year of my mother's life. She was anxious to see her elderly mother again, because we don't know how long *she* has left ... and now she never go to see her mother again. I knew losing my mom would happen someday, but my mother was relatively young yet, so I thought it would be a while ....

It doesn't help that she died after the second night on a new bed. See, she slept on her side all the time, what with the couch being narrow, but with a twin mattress, the bed was much wider. She snored a lot -- I highly suspect she had sleep apnea. When I found her the next morning, she was on her BACK. The doctor agreed that her cardiac arrest could have been caused by sleep apnea. In trying to make my mom more comfortable .... Yeah, I know, it's not my fault, but I cannot shake that thought away, that she's not here anymore because we tried to do something nice for her. How cruel the humour of the universe can be.

(I'd put the rest of this behind a cut, but I don't see that option anymore? Sorry!!)

And it REALLY doesn't help that, not only have I lost the person I was closest to, but now I am stuck alone with the person I least want to be with: my dad. I'm pretty liberal, and he's pretty conservative. We fight a LOT. We haven't really since mom died (things got a little tense here and there, but not like we usually are) ... but I know it won't last. It can't -- not when he believes BLM are terrorists, or that gays have an agenda. And now he keeps wanting to do things with me, like watch my shows, and a petulant part of me is like, no, this is mom's territory -- stay out. I don't want to do anything with him. (Especially since I know he'll start ranting once the shows start talking about racism and homophobia.)

My parents always had a volatile relationship. Mom didn't know you could get pregnant the first time, and when she found out she was pregnant, her Catholic family bullied her into marrying him.* And he cheated on her at LEAST once (with a girl who was only a few years older than me at the time -- I was 15, she was 19, he was 33). My mother was far from perfect, so I don't blame all the marital problems on him. But my point is they were married "in name only" for about the last 25 years, so it's ... offensive to me now that he would dare to act bereaved.

I know he can be hella manipulative, make himself seem generous so as to be loved, and then turn on you like a viper, getting irrationally angry. I can't drive, we live in a very rural area with no public trans, there are no friends or fam less than an hour away, I've had next to no job for the last 17 years, I barely feel like a functional human being (am coming to seriously suspect I have ADHD and Dyscalculia; I have diabetes and suspect have PCOS and a thyroid problem; all these things having strong interconnections; and I have no insurance, nor do I qualify for aid, thanks to living in Florida), and I feel utterly trapped. There's a reason Rapunzel is my fave princess. I've had bad experiences with cabs, so using Uber / Lyft kind of terrifies me. Plus, he'd want to know where I'm going, and likely either insist on coming too, or insist I can't go, because his house, his money, his rules. The ONLY time each year I get away is when I go to Dragon Con (and I'm worried he might forbid that in the future -- he has once before).

And then there's the problem of ... he has no one. As much as I can't stand him, he lost his job because of COVID, he's lost his wife, he has no real friends (total homebody), and like it or not, he has supported me financially for so long. Even if someone else were to take me in, or I can get a job and save to leave ... how can I leave him (a person with severe rheumatoid arthritis / in not-great health)? I owe him too damn much, and I feel like it would be entirely callous of me. Yes, I realise that that's the abuse talking, but ... it's also true?

Anyway, I feel like I'm on Sliders, and keep stepping into progressively worse timelines.

* Let me mention that I have long suspected my mother is -- was -- on the autism spectrum, but when I mentioned it to one of her sisters, the sister seemed skeptical, saying that if anything, mom had a penchant for reading out loud, so they thought maybe she had a reading disability, and took her to a specialist, but "that's it". (Mom was in "remedial" classes through high school, so it doesn't sound like they did enough -- and maybe couldn't because the science just wasn't there.) I explained that mom frequently seemed to have trouble grasping concepts, especially humour. Like when a radio ad featured someone reciting a love-letter to a tomato, she was all, "That's stupid -- tomatoes can't read!" Try as I might, I could not get her to understand that the love letter was a playful way to tell US about what makes the tomato so good.)

Anyway, when I talked to my grandmother recently, she said that my mom "always had a special way of looking at things," and that she guessed mom was "what do they call it -- neuro-something? 'Aspie'? High-functioning, but still." And I told my cousin about it, and he said, "Wait, I thought it was common knowledge in our family that your mom was autistic?" (Note: we have other, officially diagnosed family members who are on different areas of the spectrum.) People always commented when I was growing up that it was like my mom's role and mine was reversed -- like I was the parent, and she was the child.

But to think my family had *recognised* that something was up, and left me, a child, to deal with it on my own?? To think they *pressured* someone who was "special" into having a child?

I know my mom loved me, but my whole life, she said she wished I'd never been born, and so she'd never have married my dad -- I know both can be true, that she loved me but wished she'd never had me (she'd have never known what she was missing). She only survived her marriage because I was there; I've always felt she'd have had a better life if she hadn't married him. When she tried to leave him, her mother would not take her in, because divorce was against her mother's Catholic beliefs (never mind that my uncle divorced twice)

I loved my mother, but were fought a lot, and she frequently exasperated me as we struggled to communicate. She frequently left words out, but did not believe that she did; when we met her last PCP the first time, he looked at me and said, "Is she always like this, or is she having a stroke?" And she would always angrily proclaim that I wasn't listening, when most of the time, it's that I couldn't get her to understand that she was working from a misconception or misunderstanding in the first place, because she would focus on ONE THING, to the exclusion of all else.

An example of an exchange (copied from a letter I wrote to a friend): We got into a weird argument yesterday. She had asked me for pain reliever, a glass of tap water (you're supposed to drink a full glass of water with the pills), and a "cold water" from the fridge (it's too cold to drink it all at once, but we both prefer ice water in general). Later, I was picking stuff up from her table-tray, including a bottle of pain reliever, and put a bunch of stuff away. When I passed by again, she asked for more cold water. I happened to look as see that she had the tap water glass still full, even though she had asked tor it half an hour before. I asked if I needed to bring the pain pill bottle back, because she hadn't drunk the tap water yet -- had I taken the pill bottle too soon, or had she forgotten to drink the water? She was all, "no, I said I need COLD water!" I said I knew that, and I would bring it; I was just asking of she had taken her pills already, or if I needed to bring the pill bottle back too. Her (again): "I said I need COLD WATER!" Me: "I know, and I will bring that -- I just want to know why you haven't drunk the tap water yet? Did you take your pills?" Her: "No, I'll take them at bed!" Me: "So I should bring back the pill bottle? Did I put it away too early?" Her: "YOU DON'T LISTEN! I SAID I NEED COLD WATER!" Me: "And I said I will bring that -- I'm just asking if you also need your pain pills?" Her: "You already took the bottle!! Did you forget that already?"

And then I finally spotted the white pain pills on the napkin under the tap-water glass, so I knew that no, I didn't need to bring it. But it's a frequent struggle to figure out how to phrase questions so I get the answer I need -- nearly every time, I get her screaming at me that I don't listen.

She loved me, but she was never mothering. She hated to be touched, so never hugged me; I was pretty touch-starved. I learned to read because she was a very slow reader when reading me stories; I got impatient and learned to do it for myself. She couldn't help me with my homework. She resented having to take me to school recitals and science fairs. She wasn't someone I could get advice from. I admit I was often envious of characters who had physically-loving, compassionate, wise mother-figures (who weren't so binary about morality -- and so weren't always screaming that this or that character should die, no matter how small the transgression).

But I wish she were still here to frustrate me -- that's so much better than not having her at all. And I wish I had been better at keeping my temper.

She was an atheist, and firm in that belief. Maybe she's right, or maybe her firm belief is affecting me, because I would dream frequently about others I have loved and lost, and swear I feel them, but with her ... nothing. Just a gaping hole in the fabric of my waking life, threatening to suck all the light and hope into it.

#mine #rant #personal #tw: death #cw: death #the death of my mom #my mom

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fatbottombucky · 4 years

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Seventeen *Peter Parker x Rogers!Reader* 2/12

Summary: Y/N Rogers is Steve’s Rogers great-great-great niece. Captain America recently became her guardian due to unfortunate circumstance, and Peter couldn’t be happier. Although he’s never talked to the girl, like ever. Due to failing grades Y/N purposes a deal to the young boy, a deal that would see the nerdy boy and popular beauty become close. Too close for Steve’s likening…

~Based upon the song Seventeen from Heathers~

Pairings: Peter Parker x [F]Rogers!Reader // [F]Rogers!Reader x OC!

Ratings: Mature (+18)

Warnings: Violance & abuse; mentally and physically. Suggestions of r*pe, it’s not detailed but there’s suggestions of it. Toxic boyfriend/past toxic family relationships

Authors Note: Also to me reader would be a red head (hence why I use Cheryl Blossom gifs) only becomes Steve’s mother is an Irish immigrant, so red head would run in the family. Reader is in no way described, it’s up to you how she’s depicted. civil war didnt happen

Chapter One

Chapter Two: We're Not Special, We're Not Different

Peter's POV

"Wait, you asked Y/N?" Ned asked in a rush, Peter looked at his best friend, "You actually talked to her?" Peter nodded, shrugging like he didn't have a mini panic attack when asking the girl yesterday for her help. "Ballsy, even for you."

Peter shakes his head, carrying his books because he had lost another backpack and didn't want to admit it to May. Walking to school he had tried not to think about how today would go, the fact he'd be hanging with the cheerleaders was something he didn't think would happen. But somehow he managed to get the courage, which is dumb. He can fight bad guys, face evil and do what needs to be done, but talking to pretty girls? Another level of confidence has to be needed and Peter didn't have that confidence.

"I think it's cool that she agreed," Ned nods slightly, "I mean, she's always been nice."

They continue to walk to school together, finally arriving and hearing the soft beat of the music coming from the field. Peter looks towards the field, stopping briefly to see the cheerleaders mid routine. You're front and centre, of course, as cheer captain. Yelling out numbers that go along with the beats. Ned raises his eyebrows whilst watching, he gives Peter an eye roll before walking into the schools building.

Ned has never cared that much about the school's hierarchy, he doesn't believe in it. But that's mostly because Ned gets along with everybody, it's hard to find someone that truly hates Ned because he's just so easy to get along with. Peter, does think there's a hierarchy believing he is one of the lower levels and you're top. He has never met someone like you, someone that is able to consume the energy of a room- and he's met Tony Stark. You're able to control a room and everyone listens to you, looks to you also.

he often wonders why you've never run for student body president, maybe it's to give someone else a chance.

"Peter," He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at Mj, she has an eyebrow raised, "you're being super creepy."

Peter rolls his eyes, "Shut up." He follows her inside, "Never normally get to see their routines."

"That's because they like to keep it a secret," Mj rolls her eyes and bitterness laces her words, "like it's something we're all excited to see when they show us during the games. They never normally practice this early anyway."

Peter stands by Mj's locker as she opens it, "That's because during the free period they're modelling for me," that catches her attention, "I asked yesterday and Y/N said she and her girls would love to."

"You're basing your art piece on them?" An eyebrow raised in confusion, "I don't know what expected but it wasn't taking photo's of cheerleaders."

"I'm not taking photos of cheerleaders, I'm taking photos of girls and trying to catch... an essence." He smiles at Mj narrowing her eyes, "all will be revealed when I show my piece."

"Peter," your voice cuts through the empty gym, a bright smile upon your face and wearing normal clothes- not that you don't. "So, we all brought outfits, what's the theme you'd like?"

Peter smiles and raises his eyebrows, camera in his hands again.

"Uhh, I don't mind," he shrugs out of awkwardness, "I guess, what you girls feel comfortable in. Normal, nice outfits are fine."

You nod once and turn around heading towards the locker rooms, it's roughly ten more minutes till you arrive with the girls in tow. All laughing and talking amongst themselves, you place a hand on your hip and cock your head, waiting for some kind of instruction from Peter. He coughs lightly and smiles at the group, giving a small wave and receives a round of chuckles and hellos.

"I think, we take a few here and then some outside?" he asks and fiddles with the settings, "if that is okay?"

"Peter, we're here for you, it's whatever you want- within reason, of course."

They start posing for Peter with you standing beside him, watching as your girls do the photoshoot.

Y/N POV

Watching Peter change his demeanour threw you off. In all the years you've known Peter he's never really been assertive, he usually keeps to himself and has a small selection of friends, even as a child he was the same. But a camera in hand and models in front of him, he seemed to change. Telling them what he wanted, what looked better and changing the settings to fit with the lighting and the model, it was... weird.

But a good type of weird.

You remained off to the side, helping the girls stay presentable and fixing their hair and outfits when not being photographed. Peter wanted to capture a certain essence, of which he didn't tell you what it was, but you hoped during this hour you'd been able to help him capture it.

"Did you want your photo taken?" His voice startles you and you frown, "I can if you want?"

"Sure, why not?"

You walk over to the picnic benches and sit on the table, feet propped on the chair and hands behind you. Your body tilted towards Peter, a smile curving at your lips. He takes a few photos of you, you changing positions every couple of snaps before calling it a day.

"So, did you get what you needed?"

Peter smiles and nods, "yeah, there's a lot I can use." You grin and nod, "I'm sure the girls will appreciate you sending the ones you don't use, we love a good photo for Instagram."

"Oh, yeah. Of course, I'll send them over Facebook or something." You walk slowly back inside the school with Peter, the girls going on ahead.

You bite your lip and look at Peter, "I have a favour to ask actually," Peter frowns and looks at you. "It's really embarrassing, so you kinda have to agree to it. I need a tutor, I'm falling behind in classes and in order to continue being captain and going here I have to keep my grades up. It's been... a struggle, I guess. Didn't realise it was affecting me till my uncle got my report card," Peter nods slowly, "you're the smartest guy I know, can you tutor me? I'll pay or whatever."

The bell for next class rings, you give a gentle sigh. Of course, Peter wouldn't want to help you. You aren't friends, you've never been close to him. You kinda thought that maybe he'd be empathetic to your situation, losing both of your parents considering he did too.

"Yeah," he breathes suddenly and grins when you sigh with relief, "after school, okay?"

You nod with a smile, "Definitely, thank you. I can drive you to mine and then back home to May before dinner. Meet me at my locker, kay?" You walk away looking over your shoulder to seeing Peter nodding and walking off with a small smile of his own.

Thank god he agreed.

"What was that about?" You almost jump at the sound of your boyfriends' voice, eyeing Parker's retreating figure down the school corridor.

You shrugged, "Us cheerleaders helped Peter by doing a photoshoot, so he's gonna tutor me after school." That has him frowning, "What? I need help and I promised my uncle that I'd get help, Peter is the smartest boy in my class."

"I can just get Josh to get you cheat sheets."

You shake your head, "No way. I'm not cheating," you scoff slightly and walk off to class, not bothering to stop at the call of your name.

"Thankfully, my uncle is gone," You tell Peter and place your bag on the sofa, "so don't worry about Captain America creepin' around."

Peter chuckles lightly and sits on the sofa, you grab two glasses of water and walk back, sitting beside him and opening up your textbooks. You spend the first 15 minutes showing him where you're struggling, what you're finding difficult and how he can help you turn it around.

After an hour you sigh and flop back against the sofa, Peter laughs at your dramatics and puts down his own pen, shutting all of the textbooks and allowing you to take a break. He probably needs one also because it hasn't been easy, especially for a first tutoring session. You didn't think it would be this bad but it is. How you allowed yourself to get like this, to forgetting almost every equation and solution.

Did your parents' death really affect you that much?"

"How are you holding up?"

You look at Peter, he's sat on the floor and cross-legged, he's looking up at you with a curious but genuine smile.

"I'm good," you shrug, "I mean, living here with a man that I hardly know isn't ideal. Also, he really doesn't want to be my guardian but he's a good person, I guess."

Peter nods, "It's hard having to readjust your life. Moving into a new place, living with someone that shouldn't be looking after you but has to. You feel a sense of guilt, because you shouldn't be their responsibility."

"You just said what I've been feeling," he smiles and nods, "I think everyone thinks it must be so cool to live with an Avenger. It isn't. He's hardly around, I suppose it's not a bad thing, but it can just be so lonely. Plus, he doesn't care. He doesn't know me and wouldn't have if he lived in his time. I hate superheroes," you sigh lowly and look up at the ceiling.

"All superheroes?"

You nod once, "They're out there saving the world, that's cool. I know they can't save everyone, and I don't expect Iron Man to swoop down and help me out, I mean, I live with Captain Fucking America, but I doubt if anything were to happen to me some superhero will be there to help me out."

Peter is silent as he thinks about what you just said.

"They claim everyone is important, but I don't think they care about...us," Peter frowns when he looks at you, "would any of them risk their lives for me? I don't think so."

Peter tilts his head, "I don't know, I think a couple would save you no matter the risks."

"We're not special, Peter," you tell him honestly.

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Day 15 - Dirk Youth

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The first time Svlad gets two activities right in a row, Colonel Riggins gives him a square of chocolate. He knows what chocolate is – his mother had brought it home sometimes, when he still lived with her – and he feels so excited to have earned it that he thanks the colonel repeatedly. It's already softening in his fingers, the edges smudging against his skin, but he waits to be told that he can eat before raising it to his lips. It's so sweet and startling that his eyes tear up, even though he is nine years old and doesn't cry.

That last part is a lie. Svlad cries at night, most nights. But it's under his blanket, so the cameras and guards can't see, and he tells himself that means it doesn't count.

He doesn't have a calendar ("we don't want to impede your progress with worrying about anything else, Svlad"), but he thinks it's been almost a year since Colonel Riggins brought him to Blackwing, to learn how to fix all of the things that are wrong with him. He bid his mother goodbye, endured her fixing his hair one last time, when it was spring; from the narrow windows above the recreation area, Svlad's watched it turn to summer and fall and winter, and now it's been several weeks since the snow melted.

He knows he's doing really well. Colonel Riggins tells him so, sometimes, and so do his teachers.

His teachers are… strange. Or maybe it's his classes that are strange. He's the only one in most of his classes, and he's not learning facts about history or English or maths. It seem more like they're experimenting on him than teaching him, but Colonel Riggins says that isn't true, that's silly, and that he has to respect his teachers, so Svlad does. Svlad will do anything Colonel Riggins says, if it means that he'll learn how to fix all of the things that are wrong with him and that he can go back to his mother and they won't get kicked out any council housing for stealing cats he didn't steal, or kicked out of school for cheating on tests he didn't cheat on.

Svlad is really hopeful that it will work. Colonel Riggins promised him that it will, though, so he sits through his strange classes and learns all of the weird ways to think and behave that his teachers tell him to.

For the last few weeks, he's been trying extra hard in the activity where he's supposed to sort cards into the right order without looking at their faces. Not that he wasn't trying extra hard before that! He was, he really was. He'd closed his eyes and scrunched up his forehead and thought really hard about them ending up in the right order, just like the teacher told him to. But now he's trying differently hard. Scrunching up his face and thinking about the cards in the right order hasn't been working, so now he's trying it his way.

He's not supposed to do anything his way, Colonel Riggins says. His way got him lost cats and answer cards he shouldn't have and jewelry that his mother says she didn't know she's lost. His way is trouble. But what if his way also means he does the classroom activity successful? Does that mean it's bad?

So he scrunches up his forehead and pretends to be thinking really hard about the correct order of a deck of cards while he's shuffling them. But instead, he thinks about the cat that he saw sitting on the narrow windowsill, high above the recreation room. He thinks about its dirty paws, and how it had closed its eyes in the sun and licked one paw for a very, very long time, until it was clean. Then the cat had taken that clean paw and cleaned one of its ears for a long time. By the time Svlad was finished with his thirty minutes on the stationary bike, the cat had one clean paw and one clean ear, and was beginning to work on the other ear. Svlad thinks about that cat, and how the soft grey color had emerged from beneath the dingy grey color, and lets his hands do whatever they want to do with the cards. He's so focused on thinking about the cat that when the buzzer goes off, marking the end of his five minutes, it's startling, and he jumps.

"Deck," says Lt. Andrews, sounding as bored as ever, and Svlad hands it over, blinking his way back into awareness, the cat already fading from his memory. Lt. Andrews turns the deck over, pen in his other hand, ready to mark it down as another failed test, but then he freezes. His eyes widen and he puts the pen down and spreads the deck out on the table, and Svlad is as astonished as Lt. Andrews is.

The deck isn't in order-order, but all of the aces are together, and then all of the twos and the threes and so on, all the way up to the kings. The jokers book end the deck, laughing at the fifty-two cards in between. Svlad says "oh."

Lt. Andrews gathers up the deck and spreads it out a second time, as if the order of the cards will change if he looks again, but they're still in the same places when he fans them out. "Stay there, Project Icarus," Lt. Andrews says, and Svlad does, lacing his fingers together and swinging his feet as patiently as he can. He can't wait until his feet touch the floor in the classroom chairs. Lt. Andrews walks to the door and hits the intercom button and says, "Gupta."

The intercom crackles for a moment, and then Lt. Gupta (who walks Svlad to and from classes and meals and recreation) says, "issue, Andrews?"

"Radio for the Colonel. Tell him we've got a successful trial, room A12."

"I know what room you're in," Lt. Gupta says, annoyed, but Svlad can hear the shriek of the radio before he takes his finger off the intercom.

Lt. Andrews comes back to the table, gathers up the cards one more time, and sets the deck carefully to one side. To show Colonel Riggins, Svlad supposes. He pulls out a second deck, shuffles it quickly (his hands are shaking. Svlad wonders why), and hands it to Svlad. "Again," he says, more brusque than usual. "Exactly the same as you just did. Concentrate."

Svlad knows that Lt. Andrews thinks he did it like he was told. To visualize each card in the order it belongs, and to will the cards to match his perception of reality. But he doesn't do that this time either. Instead, he thinks about the groove under his bed, the one that he's carved slowly over the last many months with his dinner fork each night. It's long and straight-ish, and doesn't actually mean anything, but it's a small change that Svlad can make in his room, all by himself. It's something he's chosen to do, that no one else told him to do. It dulls the edges of the forks a bit, but not enough that anyone has ever said anything to him. Sometimes, he gets one of the forks he's already used once, and he can't carve into the groove that night, worried that two uses will ruin the fork enough that someone will say something, and he won't be allowed to do it anymore. But it's his mark, his groove, and he likes working on it. He thinks about the sensation of dragging the fork further and further each night, extending the mark by millimeters at a time.

While he's shuffling, moving the cards around randomly, he hears the door click softly open and then closed, and he knows that Colonel Riggins is in the room. But he doesn't say anything, so Svlad keeps shuffling and thinking about the feeling of a fork in his hands, and the groove in his bed, until the buzzer goes.

Svlad opens his eyes. "Deck," says Lt. Andrews, and he doesn't sound bored at all. Svlad hands over the deck and rubs his thumbs against his index fingers. He hopes that it worked this time, too.

It did. Lt. Andrews spreads the deck out on the table. This time, the cards are organized by suite, and from kings down to aces. The jokers are right in the middle of the deck, between the spades and the diamonds.

Colonel Riggins whistles, and Lt. Andrews shows him the first deck. He whistles again, and then looks at Svlad. "Well," he says, after a long moment of contemplation. "I see someone's finally started to try."

"I was trying before," Svlad protests, and Colonel Riggins' hand lands on his shoulder, heavy and too-warm.

"And now you're doing it the right way. See, Svlad? I told you that you just need to listen to your teachers." Svlad opens his mouth to protest again, but the colonel's fingers squeeze his shoulder, and it's just a bit too tight. Svlad closes his mouth.

"Come with me," Colonel Riggins says to Svlad, and then he looks at Lt. Andrews. "I'll be taking Icarus now. Mark him off as handed into my care." He carelessly scrawls his initials onto the log-book that Lt. Andrews holds out to him, and pulls Svlad out of the chair and out the door.

Lt. Gupta is slouching against the wall, and snaps to attention when Svlad and Colonel Riggins step into the hall. "Sir," he says.

"Come fetch Icarus from my office at fourteen hundred hours," Colonel Riggins says. "I'll handle transport from here. He'll be back on schedule when you get him."

"Yes, sir." Now Lt. Gupta will have half an hour free. Svlad is a little bit jealous. He only has free time for one hour after lunch, and then after dinner in his room.

Colonel Riggins doesn't take his hand off Svlad's shoulder, and he has to trot to keep up with his strides. It's not that the colonel is a very tall man, but Svlad is a very short boy. His mother told him that he'd grow eventually, that he'd be as tall as she is, or maybe even as tall as his father was, but he's still quite small. By the time they make it to Colonel Riggins' office, Svlad is a bit out of breath, and his armpits are kind of sweaty. He sinks into the chair in front of the desk in relief.

Colonel Riggins sits in his big chair and he looks at Svlad. He looks at him for a while, and it's long enough that Svlad starts to squirm, but he tries his very best to stay still, because Colonel Riggins doesn't like it when he squirms. Finally, though, he stops staring at Svlad, and opens one of the drawers in his desk. He pulls out an opened bar of Hershey's chocolate and breaks off two squares, then hands them to Svlad.

"That was very well done of you, Svlad," he says. His voice is deep and he isn't smiling, but he sounds very happy. Svlad is happy that Colonel Riggins is happy, and he's happy with the small pieces of chocolate that he's holding in his fingers. "I hope you enjoy these, because I want you to know that you've done very well today." Svlad glows, and tries not to squish the chocolate between his fingers, and the colonel says "eat up, m'boy, and so Svlad does. He eats the first one very quickly, and savors the second one, and Colonel Riggins watches him. He looks satisfied, and Svlad is really glad that he did a good job. He hopes he can keep doing a good job, and learn how to fix everything that's wrong with him, and to go home.

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Link to: day one, Farah - Youth day two, Farah - Dance day three, Farah - Gore day four, Farah - GNC fashion day five, Farah - AU day six, Farah - Family (to be written) day seven, Farah - Pride (to be written) day eight, Todd - Youth (to be written) day nine, Todd - Dance (to be written) day ten, Todd - Gore day eleven, Todd - GNC Fashion day twelve, Todd - AU day thirteen, Todd - Family day fourteen, Todd - Pride (to be written)

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15. L O V E I S I N T H E A I R

Moodboard // Content // Masterlist

Disclaimer:

All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

Previous chapter;

The tape was five minutes long and it was intense. Harry didn’t show his genital but the woman's bare chest was everywhere. Yes, their entire body wasn’t exposed but it still made her uncomfortable. They seemed to enjoy it very much and no doubt or worry was shown when the recording was made. She could clearly identify Harry right away and the lady was pretty. Y/N felt she had seen the woman somewhere but she couldn't put a finger on it. He was rocking the woman so hard made the headboard banging loudly against the wall. Their naked top was on display but the duvet covered them from his waist until down. They were so loud made she could feel their intensity.

15. LOVE IS IN THE AIR

It was 9 p.m when they had just left the office. The meeting was long and tiring since they had to devise some plans to anticipate the impending impact on Erskine. Harry and Y/N weren’t surprised when the faces of the directors were slightly different while looking at him. The couple assumed that they already knew the gossip. And of course, Harry had to clarify without justifying it.

The street that night was still crowded and a bit jammed made Harry's fatigue increase. He was tired of work and wanted to get Y/N's house quickly and then he would get home immediately. He grunted when the car could only move forward a little. Being stuck in traffic made him spacing out about what had happened to him in the past few weeks or months. This was one of the hardest things he faced while being in the work-life. Not only his work, but also his personal life.

While Harry was busy behind the steering wheel, Y/N who was sitting beside him suddenly remembered what Victoria had said that time. She thought back her words about Harry forced his girlfriend for a sex-tape at that time. As this case arose, her curiosity increased.

She was a bit hesitant to say it but she had to try, or her curiosity would haunt her. "Harry, I just remembered what Victoria Selley said when she came to the office. I forgot to tell you because our conversation at that time wasn't important."

“You met her? I don’t remember her going to Erskine after her first visit?” he asked, glancing at her every so often while turning the wheel. He sighed in relief when the road was less packed.

“She came when you were taken away by the police, not long after that if I’m not mistaken.” She shrugged, “We didn’t really talk about the work or anything related. She refused to talk to me and asked for you. Of course, I didn’t tell her where you gone. I convinced her but she still refused and even accused me of sleeping with you because I was so defensive about your whereabout. She thought I hid you from her.”

“She’s not wrong though. You were fucking me." He joked, "Well, she was a possessive and jealous person so it's not strange if she was like that."

"She's obsessed with you, H. I could feel it." She rolled her eyes, "But, did you know what she did? She was accusing you of being an abusive man and you had a habit of making a sex tape with your girlfriends! And she said you weren't hesitant to hit them if they didn't obey you."

He frowned, eyes squinting while biting his lips. He said nothing as his hand straighten the wheel when the car entered her apartment complex. “I didn’t make that with her if you want to know.”

“I know, H. She also told me that.”

The car stopped when he parked next to a silver sedan. He unbuckled his safety belt but the soft roar of his McLaren engine was still heard. His fingers were tapping to the wheel, "What kind of conversation did you have with her? Why does she sound like she was spitting out unimportant things?"

Y/N stared at him who also looked at her, "I just said to her that you were out of the office and I didn't know when you would come back. She started to act like I was hiding you and protecting you from her. She said we have affair and you're not as kind as I thought. She began to ramble about your bad past including your hobby of making sex tape even you had to force those women.”

"Well, about the sex tape. I would admit that. Yes, I made a sex tape with my girlfriend at that time but it was pure for a personal documentary. Nothing more. I did that when I was in my bachelor study and I did that no more than four times, I swear. I don't even have the tape anymore. I immediately deleted it when I was about to graduate." He clarified, "But I never laid my hands on them for the tape, never."

“You had other three sex tape?” she gawked at him, “And all happened when you were in university?”

Harry saw the look of disbelief from her eyes, and that made him quite insecure. He never thought this would drag him closer to his past that himself was disgusted with. His head felt throbbing like someone had punched him with a hammer.

"I did four. Yes, when I was in my first and second year. I had deleted the three since I was the one who kept but the other one wasn't in me." He shook his head, "But, how come she knows all that? I never told her anything about that."

He began to get suspicious about what Victoria was talking to his girlfriend. When he was in a relationship with Victoria, he never brought it up. And impossible for him to talk about the disgrace of his own past.

“She said that one of your ex-girlfriends is her best friend. And she was being told that you’d love to record that thing when you had sex.” She shuddered, “Which I don’t believe, at the first.”

“Absolutely bullshit. I never once force them. I admitted about the sex tape but I never force or laid my hands on them for the tape.” He scoffed, shaking his head on Victoria’s crap, but he quickly thinking something so fishy for him, “I don’t know I dated her best friend. This is ridiculous.”

Y/N nodded, “So, you were dating your ex-girlfriend’s best friend. The world seems so narrow.”

“Did she know she dated her best friend’s ex-boyfriend though? Don’t you girls like a sister code? Like never date your best friend’s ex or something like that?”

“I think she knew?” she mumbled, “But, that’s none of my business, H. I once asked her why she still dated you when she knew about that, she just said she believed you changed when you were with her. She also clarified that she dumped you because you cheated on her, with having a one night stand.”

"What an utter crap. I dumped her because I didn't like her attitude," he deadpanned, "She was the one who had her hands wandering to another male, not me."

"Okay, I don't want to hear from her again. Any news from Allen about the tape?"

“He’s still looking for the woman in the video. But, he told me that a mysterious man sold the tape to the media who first published the news. I’ll also sue the media who bought it.”

“Is there a possibility that the woman sold the video to him first?”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it once we found her.”

“Are you not keep in contact with her? I mean, it’ll be easier if you’re the one who approached her.”

“No, I don’t have her contact but I remember her name.”

“And her name is?”

“Elle. Elle Powell.”

Y/N's eyes widened when the name slide out from his mouth. The name was popular. Ridiculously popular. No doubt she had a feeling she knew the woman. Who didn't know Elle Powell? It wasn't surprised if the news became the main headline of several online news. Not because Harry alone was involved in the scandal but there was another name who also highlighted.

“Are you kidding me? Elle Powell? The fucking model?”

Her jaws dropped while Harry stared at her confused, he looked at his girlfriend like she just grew a horn. Elle was one of some women he dated while in university and the woman on the tape. He didn't aware that she became a model and he never wanted to know.

"A model? I don't know she's a model now. All I knew is she studied Philosophy when we were in Cambridge and I heard she moved out of the country in the third year." He frowned, "How's she a model here?"

“You didn't know she's a model? Really? She walks for Burberry and Prada!” she cried out, “She's also besties with the Jenner.”

Elle Powell was a British-Brazilian popular model not only in the U.K, but also in the U.S. She walked a lot for world-famous brand and rumoured to be a Victoria’s Secret angel. She was effingly beautiful, her friend's circle made her even more famous. She was close to the Kardashian-Jenner clan, not to mention a few experienced supermodel.

“I don't even care.” He mumbled, “That might aggravate the situation.”

Y/N shook her head, didn't think this would get any worse. The woman was a popular model and she believed this scandal would be easier to blow off. Her head felt like it would explode when thinking about all these problems. She didn't understand why Harry could be this strong. It all started with Dale filing the violence accusation, then the unknown messages, the falling of Erskine's clients, and now the sex tape. All because of Dale, except...

Hold on.

It was Dale, wasn't it? - her inner goddess gasped

“Harry. Something's fishy here.” She mumbled, “This was the first time Dale filing a case against you, right? I mean, you once punch him the night after gala dinner but he didn't anything. Then, he sued you for hitting him in the night club. Why is he only doing that now? Why he didn't sue you right after the night's gala accident?”

"Because he had CCTV footage from the nightclub while he couldn't ask the footage from the gala, even if there were people there. It couldn't be used as solid evidence." He sighed, "But, yes I agree. Everything is very coincidental and that makes me suspicious."

“What if this is all Dale's doing? What will you do?”

“I just hope he won't go any further if he wants to be safe.” . . . .

Allen had submitted the file regarding blackmail messages and all the evidence that led to Dale. Now, both Harry and Y/N just had to wait while they working on another case. They had been distraught since many companies were backing out because Harry's sex scandal had been up to the public. The Erskine legal team was asked to focus on the company while Allen tried to contact Elle's management.

Elle's management was very cooperative when Allen contacted them. They already knew about the scandal and currently asking for confirmation from the model. Unfortunately, Elle was still out of the reach.

Erskine itself has begun to get worse. Harry could no longer stand to see his employees threw disgusted glare to him although their mouth was shut closed. Who dares to talk about their boss?

The man felt he was going crazy from all these problems and now of the many Erskine's clients, only a few that they could save and it could be count by fingers. This was the lowest point he had ever experienced throughout his career. He was ashamed of his family, with the degrees he received from Cambridge and Stanford. Moreover, he was ashamed of himself. It never occurred to him what was left for him, it was a backfire for himself.

His sleeping schedule was messed up. Really messed up. If everyone worked during the day, he would sleep since he worked up all night. A night for him was daylight, and the daylight for him was the time for he drifted to sleep. It wasn't surprising if he forgot to take his medicine. He might forget when the last time he took it and he should have had new prescription by now. Of course, he kept grumpy and couldn't control his temper, making Marcel happy to switch positions.

That's why now Y/N took her boyfriend for a long walk in St. James', not really only the two of them but she asked Niall to help with Harry's temper. Since Harry became super busy, he had missed his therapy and it worried her a little. She also knew that Marcel would have refused if he was asked to see Niall. So, Y/N thought to bring the Irishman over and do their session like having a normal conversation than a therapy session.

The park that afternoon wasn't so crowded. Harry's mood also looked better so it wasn't Marcel there, she kept praying Marcel wouldn't ruin the day. The woman looked out Harry and Niall talking a few steps in front of her while she didn't want to disturb both of the men. She just watched them from behind while enjoying the fresh air.

Little she did know Marcel didn't like it at all. He just watching from the darkness.

"You don't even take the medicines and didn't come to me. You look skinnier, you know?"

Harry sighed, "I'm sorry for that. I try to balance work and life. I'm exhausted for real since I have to work out a lot of problems now."

"You know you have Y/N now, right? Share your thoughts and I'm sure she won't be mind. She will definitely help you." Niall advised, "She's not only your employee to do the work, H. She's your girlfriend too. Let her in."

That's the problem. Harry never really let her in. He always thinks to himself and that made him anxious; the overthinking that disturb him whenever he was about to fall asleep. He only let Y/N saw the way he exploded his temper, not showing how depressed he was because he didn't want to burden her.

"It's just the two of us now, H. Y/N is far behind. So, tell me everything that bothers you."

Harry tilted his head towards Niall who now looked at him. Niall's blue eyes gave him encouragement and assurance. As always. He sighed before lowered his head, looking at his footsteps. Both his palms in his pockets felt sweaty while he was thinking to spill whatever he thought right now and in past weeks. He lifted his head, jogged his shoulder before looking around. He smiled faintly of how his Y/N chose this place rather than a restaurant or wherever. Nature always had its way to calm the human nerves.

“This gonna be long, I guess.”

“I'm all ears.”

Later that night, Harry was more relaxed. After they got back from the park, Harry fell asleep and woke up at dinner. Y/N temporarily stayed at Harry's penthouse to look after him in case Marcel did something. She was preparing the dinner when Harry watched Netflix on TV, and made sure her boyfriend away from his laptop. Or, he would go back on working something.

When she was about to call him for dinner, Y/N saw Harry on the phone. Her smile got bigger when she realised Anne was the one who called him. She slowly sat next to him, watching him smiled when talking to his mother. This was the first time Harry has smiled since the problems got bigger.

“I'm fine, mum. Really. You don't need to worry. I'm sorry I messed up Igor's legacy but I'm trying to get it back to normal.”

"I don't know. I forgot and now you called me I just remember it's only a week from now. I don't even know if we can do that."

“I know, mum. Maybe I'll think about it and let you know before the deadline?”

“Okay. I love you, mum.”

"Dinner is ready. I made your favourite." Y/N hummed after Harry ended the call.

"Thank you. Anyway, mum sends her hello to you." He spoke, put his phone on the table. His big hand took her small one, led them to the dining room. His eyes closed smelling the aroma of dishes that look delicious.

“Thanks. It feels like ages ago since the last time I saw her.” she nodded while fetching his food. Harry thanked her once he got his full plate.

“H, does Anne know about all.. these problems? I mean, your article is everywhere?”

“That's why she called me earlier. She read all the news but fortunately didn't see the video.” He shrugged, “Which I'm grateful now. She would be more upset if she watched them.”

"And she reminded me of my cousin's wedding next weekend. Since it will be in Mexico, I don't know if I can come." He added, "Mum told me to think about it. She said it can be a short escape for me."

"I think Anne has a point. I mean, Mexico is quite far from the U.K. It's quite good for you travelling afar from here to relax. You don't have any meeting next week. You can take a few days off." she advised, "If you're worried they will talk about you, believe me, it won't happen. They're your family, and it's a wedding!"

Harry said nothing after that, just eating his food while thinking about it. He didn't want her cousin upset if he didn't come to her wedding but it didn't sit well with him if he left his company at a time like this. Well, he had the best employees at their level so why didn't he entrust them for only a few days?

"I'll check the invitation and my schedule. If we have a chance, we'll go there."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

We? What did he mean by us? – her inner goddess widened her eyes

“Of course, I'll go with you, darling. I will have no date if I come alone.” Harry chuckled seeing his girlfriend stared at him bewildered.

"You.. want me to come with you?" she asked in a small voice, couldn't believe what she just heard. She wasn't even sure if she was invited.

"Correct. The invitation is for me and the plus one which is you. It's Lisa's sister who gets married so at least you know each other."

“And bring some bikinis since it will be a beach wedding.” He smirked.

. . . .

Y/N didn't know if this will be a good idea or not. For the past few days, Harry, or Marcel was being awful. She didn't understand why Marcel was more dominant when Harry had already taken his medicine and slowly get his sleeping schedule back at normal. Even herself almost couldn't distinguish between Harry and Marcel because he was very good at manipulating. As in the past three days, Y/N could count how many hours her boyfriend had in his body and that wasn't nice.

Meanwhile, Marcel really enjoyed his time in Harry's position. He was satisfied with yelling to everyone who upset or angered him. It boosted his pride and ego, obviously. He had been there for days and he would play well if he didn't want Harry to take the position yet. He was tired of succumbing to Harry. Because of that, he pretended to be Harry so that everyone would believe him. Even he managed to have his eyes brighter than usual; close to Harry's.

As now, he was in an impromptu meeting with several of his directors. He wanted to curse their stupidity but he couldn't do that or, Y/N would be suspicious. He didn't care if they would judge him as bipolar. A minute he was good, a minute later he would be a bad-tempered man.

"This meeting is dismissed, gentleman. Thank you for your time." Y/N smiled before picking up her iPad.

“They must be tired.” Marcel spoke after everyone left them alone. He was still in his chair, watching the woman in front of him cleaning the table from the papers.

“At least these days they didn't overwork like before.”

"It's because they gave up on the client."

Y/N frowned, Harry never said something demeaning like that. This wasn't the first or second time Harry had to underestimate his employees. This past week, he didn't show any excessive temper, but often scoffed at them like it was normal. Harry almost never did it unless they have to be reprimanded.

“Why did you say that?”

He shrugged, “Because I'm telling the truth. We wouldn't lose more if they wanted to work harder. They should be ashamed of you because you were working late lately and they weren't.”

“We shouldn't talk like that behind them” Y/N shook her head, “I'll go back to my office.”

Marcel exhaled loudly, pinching her bridge nose after Y/N closed the door. It was easy to pretend to be Harry, but not when he had to deal with that woman. She was too smart than he thought. He even didn't sure whether Y/N knew that he wasn't Harry or not. But, from the way she behaved, his guile has been going smoothly.

Then, he remembered how she handled the meeting earlier. She talked more than him who just kept quiet and watched because he wasn't interested. Marcel always underestimated every woman Harry used to be date. But, this time he had to acknowledge her ability.

Marcel didn't realise he was thinking about Y/N until the sun had set and the sky was already dark. He didn't know he was daydreaming about her that long.

When he walked past Y/N's office, he saw her door was open. Without making the slightest sound, he peeked inside and saw that his girlfriend still busy and a little frustrated in front of her screen. Her hair was tied in a high bun with sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, the sound of a song accompanied her in solitude at that time.

Y/N was already very sleepy but her work was almost done just a little more. Keeping in her mind, she could go home on time tomorrow onwards. Her eyes had ached from staring at the screen for too long but she cheered her up and continue her work.

She startled when a cup of coffee placed next to her mobile phone. A sigh of relief came out of her mouth when her eyes recognised the familiar ringed fingers coiled in the cup along with her favourite perfume on him.

“Thank you, H.” Y/N took the hot drink but her eyes were on Harry, slowly pressed her lips to the tip and let the liquid ran down her throat.

“You can finish them tomorrow morning, you know.” Marcel leaned casually in the front seat of her desk. His eyes were still watching the woman enjoying the drink.

Marcel wasn’t lying that the woman in front of him was beautiful and charming. Maybe she wasn’t as pretty as Harry’s previous girlfriend, but she had things that make her different.

“I know. But, I have to get them done so I won’t have any work to pile up for the next few days.” She yawned before rubbing her tired eyes, “Finished soon.”

Shortly after, she sighed happily when the document was done, safe and secure in the folder. She was relieved because no workload for the next few days so she could relax for and no burden when in Mexico later. Little did she knew, Marcel watched her every move.

“I thought you left me alone,” she murmured as she shut down her computer, “you’re not in your office.”

“Why do you think so? I couldn’t leave my girlfriend alone.”

“I tried to calling you but you never picked up.” She shrugged, “I was thinking about using Uber to home.”

“It's a crime if I let you go home this late alone, darling,” he whispers, “C'mon. Let's go home.”

“Let me finish my coffee first.” Y/N winked before sipping the last drop of her coffee. Marcel smiled sweetly and offered his hand to her, only for the woman to take and hold it tight.

The corridor was so quiet and creepy even though the lights hadn’t actually died. This was the umpteenth time she got home late but she still felt afraid when she was alone in the office at night. She whined sometimes why her building was so far from the main area made her still had to pass through many walls and corridors before setting foot in the lobby.

When they reached the main lobby, there was no one in the floor at all even security or the cleaning operator who supposed to be standby was nowhere to be found. The good thing was, they could act like an actual couple without having no care to worry. Marcel had her hand on him, tucking into his pocket. He was used to doing this – this wasn't the first time he had pretended in front of Harry's girlfriend. He even took the advantage to kiss them when Harry was weak. At first, he was uncomfortable but he got used to it.

“Do you want to stop by first for dinner or just want to order?”

“Why don't we just cook?”

He shrugged, “You're tired and cooking will only make you even exhausted.”

“All right then. I think Chinese take away would be fine.”

“But, I think I want my appetizer now.”

“What?”

A second later, Marcel pulled her face closer to him. Licking her soft lips before he pressed his mouth on hers. Y/N amusedly smile as she pulled her hand out of his pocket and grabbed his neck with both hands. Her jaw was held by Marcel when he deepened his kiss. They both softly hummed on each other; the way their lips collided into one was the best feeling aside from the union of their tangled bodies. But, what Y/N didn't know, wasn't Harry who was currently savouring her lips. . . . .

Mexico was beautiful as she imagined before. The warm air of middle May kissed Y/N's cheeks when she just landed at Cancun, her heart was impatient of the fresh sea breeze that she would feel within the next hour. She and Harry were the last guests to arrive in Riviera Maya, the place where Harry's cousin would get married. Other families had arrived first yesterday while they had to finish their work first.

According to her boyfriend, Kelly – his cousin, only invited families and some friends to attend her wedding. So, this would be more intimate since only the closest relatives were present.

Her eyes looking in awe when they arrived at the hotel where they would stay for three nights and also being the wedding venue. Good things they arrived at noon so she could enjoy the view that so spoiled her eyes. The place they would spend at, offered the natural beauty and traditionalism hospitality. It was a beach resort exactly in Mayakoba, the most luxuries one in the area. The eco-resort offered the rich of mother nature but still with five-stars services and facilities.

She never thought she would go along the river with mangrove forests all around while the resort was right by the beach. The soothing sounds of river and birds chirping made the mood and mind became calm. The ideal place for Harry to relax.

“The beach isn’t really accessible by foot. So, we have complimentary bicycles to get around.” Harry mumbled, “They should have been delivered to our villa.”

“I can see that. The river almost surrounding the villa but I can hear the waves from a distance.”

A private villa with its own pool and jacuzzi would be a place they would spend the next few days. Their bedroom and living room separated by a walkway with an outdoor bathtub in front of the small garden. Yet, her favourite thing was their pool overlooked to the mangrove garden and facing their bedroom, with terrace and sundeck on the left of it.

Yes, their Italian villa was exceptional but this one is something else.

“I love this place already,” Y/N sighed as she plopped down to the bed, “I would spend two weeks here if I could.”

“When Lisa told me Kelly was the one who chose this place, I never thought she would choose here. I mean, Kelly loves expensive things and there’s Los Cabos in the top tier.” Harry spoke while putting down their suitcases, “But, I must admit she has taste.”

“Definitely,” she agreed, “Speaking of Lisa. Has she come yet? I can’t wait to see her newborn.”

"We will meet them at dinner tonight. Clementia is here, too. She's staying with mum." He answered as his hand opened the refrigerator beside the bed, and took a coke.

“It’s been so long since the last time I met her.”

Harry nodded, “She can spare her time and come here for a holiday too. It’s nice to meet her again.”

“Are you hungry? We haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll order room service?” he added, looking at his girlfriend who was sitting on a hammock on the terrace.

"Sure!" she yelled in a smile, before averted her gaze to the mangrove garden in front of her.

. . . .

The waves that afternoon rolled to sweep the shore, along with serene orange hue painting the skies so beautifully. Several wooden chairs lined the beach area facing the rustic arch where the bride and groom would vow to each other in front of the priest and witnesses. Everything looked so pure and beautiful with the white decorations. Flowers and dim candlelight lanterns arranged in such a way as to add modest yet romantic ambience. Pictures of the bride and groom hanging on some dried branches stuck in the sand. Everything so flawless yet modest in their own.

Kelly and David, her soon-to-be husband, agreed to have their ceremony before the sunset and immediately have their reception right after. The pair also asked everyone to remain seated when Kelly enters, in honour of David's grandparents who were in a wheelchair.

All the guests were already seated filling the chair. David and the priest were already standing in the front and everyone was waiting for the bride to come. Y/N and Harry sat in the second row, it gave them the advantage to see the couple very clear. Speaking of Harry, the man himself was busy with Lucy who was sitting on his lap. They were both giggling around and engrossed in their own world. Lucy's parents sat right next to him. If Lisa was busy admiring her baby boy in her arms, her husband shook his head to see how attached his daughter is to Harry.

Once in awhile, Y/N glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, praising how handsome her boyfriend is. The businessman was wearing a navy suit with a black shirt underneath the fabric; hanging low to his chest, made his two cross necklaces peeking out among his swallow's tattoos. A pale cream-white boutonniere tucked on his lapel, identical with her corsage in the left wrist.

Y/N herself wore a baby blue lace dress. The dress featured a pussy bow collar and a sheer torso with short sleeves hung until her biceps. The skirt was only reached above her ankles, showing her shiny fancy sandals. She didn't want to slip in the sand if she wore high heels, so she opted casual footwear.

Soft music began to hum along with everyone’s head turned around, looking at the bride in the back ready to enter. Thomas slowly lifted Lucy up so the little girl wouldn’t bother Harry anymore. Unconsciously, Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand just as Kelly slowly walked down the aisle. The bride was so beautiful in her wedding dress, smiling widely to every guest. Her father also looked happy even though Y/N was convinced that the old man surely had a feeling of sadness having to let go of his daughter.

“Kelly’s so beautiful,” she murmured, smiling softly to Harry, “I bet she’s nervous wreck right now.”

“I heard she didn’t sleep all night. But, she looks fresh now.” He said while rubbing her knuckles, “Maybe Lisa forced her to sleep after breakfast.”

“Mhm. She indeed looked like a mess this morning.” She nodded, “But, still looked beautiful.”

During the ceremony, Y/N watched closely without releasing her hand from Harry's grasp. Everything went smooth and solemnly. No wonder many guests shed tears when the bride and groom read their vows, and laughing along when David did something funny. Without her noticing, all the time her eyes looked at the couple with joy, Harry looked at his girlfriend in awe. His eyes didn't focus on the ceremony but the woman beside him.

In his daydream, he saw them in black and white standing on the altar – staring at each other deeply. Ignoring all eyes on them. He saw himself lifting her veil once the priest announced them officially as a married couple, and kissing her so dearly. He saw the night skies were so clear and they were dancing under the starry night, barefoot in the soft sand. The sound of wild waves being their music for dancing all night long until their feet hurt. He saw them being the happiest couple and life happily until eternity.

Was that what he wants?

Does she want that too?

Hell, Harry did not doubt love for her. But, Y/N?

He was madly deeply in love with her yet he was scared to tell her. Is it wrong for him falling in love with her not even a year into their relationship?

Is it a crime if he was dreaming of a marriage with her?

Is it just a wedding fever?

Or, he really does mean it?

In his vision, Harry showed off Y/N proudly as Mrs Styles. The one and only who was captivate his heart, his love, and his world. He saw her always standing next to him in every situation. Even the worst one. He saw the two of them settle down and ageing together.

The roar of applause woke him up from his sweet daydream. He reflexively clapped his hands, and just realised that Kelly and David had legally and officially become a husband and wife. When he averted his gaze to Y/N, he frowned to find his girl shed tears without busy to wipe them. She still looked beautiful despite her red eyes and wet cheeks.

“Why are you crying, baby?” he murmured while his thumb wiped her wet eyes. The girl just shook her head, sniffling softly, “They’re so beautiful together. So happy, so in love. I’m just.. touched.”

Harry laughed softly, “Oh, darling,” bringing her head to lean on his shoulder, “Stop your crying or everyone will assume I hurt you.”

"You have indeed hurt me, H."

“I.. have?” he asked her dumbfounded, blinking a few times – didn’t understand what she meant. Slowly, Y/N brought her lips to his ear. He felt goosebumps around his body when her soft breath blew his earlobe.

“Yes, you were. You had no mercy on me last night until we broke the lamp.”

Oh…

Harry smirked after get what she meant. He arched an eyebrow, looking all smug and cocky, “You weren’t complaining last night. After we broke the hammock, it seemed you didn’t want to stop. We literally marked almost all place.”

“Not with the pool and jacuzzi.”

“Save the best for the last,” he shrugged, “But, the one in the bathtub was so dirty.”

Her cheeks reddened, “That was beautiful because the clear and starry night was being our roof.”

Both of them laughing softly before Y/N covered her mouth. They shouldn't be talking about their topic at someone's wedding. But, they couldn't help how funny yet sexy last night. Yes, that was wild and dirty. The couple couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Both of them were so eager until the hammock and the lamp destroyed. It was like every time they were on holiday, it became their tradition to had sex in almost every corner of the room or villa in this case. It was only the first night, they still had two more nights and who knew where they would do it again.

They didn't realise that only the two of them were left by the beach, everyone had left the place and headed to another site where the reception would be held. The sun has disappeared at the end of the ocean and the orange sky had become darker. Ready for the moon and stars replaced the mighty sun.

The couple walked hand in hand along the shoreline with other hand carrying their footwear. Feeling the cold wind hit their face and warm water kissed their feet. Say they were selfish for being busy with themselves enjoying the beauty of the dusk, while at the far end the reception would start shortly.

“Don’t even start, H. You don’t want your Gucci suit get wet and dirty of water and sand.” Y/N laughed when Harry playfully pushed her to the middle.

“Harry!” she shrieked while lifting her skirt so it wouldn’t get wet, “I really want to play with you but we still have tomorrow.”

“Too late, the tip of my trousers is wet already.”

Rolling her eyes, she pushed Harry away from the water. “We don’t want to late and being a centre of attention because we’re soaking wet, do we?”

Being the cheeky man he was, Harry just grinning before pulled her head to him with one hand. Landing a kiss on his lover's lips while the sky above them was darker than before, the moon shining beautifully yet wasn't compared with the girl in his arms. Their clashing lips was their main focus despite the soft waves hitting the rock to create a romantic atmosphere. Y/N threw her sandals away for her hands could sneak into Harry's soft locks.

“You have no idea how much I want to stay like this and looking over the stars above,” he mumbled in her lips, “But, we must still present there.”

Y/N cracked a smile before licking his wet lips, her eyes stared at the pair of green irises piercing into her soul, “I know. We can sneak out when people don’t realise our presence. For now, I think your mum is looking for us.”

“Well then,” he shrugged, taking her sandals and locking their hands together, “Let’s go, darling.” . . Please excuse some errors Talk to me :)

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Inside the Criminal Mind (Part 10)

Prompt: You’re married to Dr. Spencer Reid of the BAU, and are a distinguished doctor yourself on the team. You’re sent down to Miami, Florida for teaching and as a side request from the FBI, to investigate a string of missing persons. When you think you’ve figured out who the unsub is, your life becomes more complicated than you ever could’ve imagined.

Word Count: 2922

Warnings: (throughout the fic –>) death, blood, gore, killings, language, disturbing mental notions, mentions of rapes/murder/etc (You know, Dexter and Criminal Minds related business)

Notes: Thank you so much to @arrow-guy, @carryonmyswansong, and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo - without each of you, I couldn’t have finished, written, or properly navigated this story. Each of you helped me fish out details that were incredibly important to me. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo… Aesthetic by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

This is a crossover of Criminal Minds x Dexter. First time writing Dexter.

Also, the timeline is after Season 1 of Dexter, but during season 14-ish of Criminal minds into Season 15. Enjoy!!!

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You didn’t mention Dexter at all to Spencer, and he didn’t text you while you were there, thankfully. You didn’t see the team again, but you and Spence tried to make the most of your few hours together and you were jetsetting off back to Miami again.

That night, you asked Dexter if you could come over.

“Would you want to order pizza? I brought beers.”

You held up the evidence with a half grin.

“Uh, sure. I don’t really have anything for us to do tonight though so…”

“That’s okay. We can just sit and chat,” you said with a smile, walking into his apartment.

He closed the door behind you.

“Am I missing something here?” he asked.

You were already on his couch when you looked up at him, smiling. You shook your head. “No? You’re not missing anything. I just thought we could hang out.”

“You just want to...hang out? No stalking, no lessons, nothing?”

You shrugged. “Dex, believe it or not, I enjoy your company.”

“You… do?” he wondered as he came over and sat on the other end of the couch.

“I do,” you assured.

“Odd friends to have.”

You rolled your eyes. “You really need to get over that,” you said, reaching towards one of the beers.

“Over what?”

“The whole ‘I’m a monster, fear me’.” You shook your head and slightly laughed. “It’s getting pretty old.”

“But I am a monster. I kill people.”

“Bad people.”

“Whether or not they deserve it isn’t the issue, Y/N. If it wasn’t for Harry--”

“Yes, you’d be lost without your code and you’d kill innocent souls. But did it ever occur to you that maybe you aren’t a monster? Maybe Harry didn’t exactly tell you that you do have an off switch.”

“My urges don’t have an off switch.”

With a smirk you bobbed your head. “Oh yes, they do. You just have to listen to them.”

“If I could control this, I would.”

“Oh for fucks sakes, Dexter,” you said, rolling your head. “Do you hear yourself? You’re as pitiful as the people you kill. You can’t help yourself. You can’t control your urges. You can’t stop. It’s an addiction. Do you see that?” You put the unopened beer back down on the coffee table before leaning forward to face him. “I’m not saying it’s easy, but Harry tried to feed this… desire in you. He forgot to tell you that you control it, not the other way around.”

“I wish you could tell that to my Dark Passenger,” he murmured.

“I am. I’m telling you, and you can tell it.”

“It’s not that easy, you know.”

“Dexter, Bundy and Dahmer both expressed that they wanted to stop. In interviews, they didn’t say they were remorseful, they didn’t say they were sorry, they even said there was no cure out there for them. But you know what they did say? Looking back, they were glad they were caught.”

“If that’s true, why are you doing it?”

“They kill without purpose. I’ll be killing with a reason.”

“So you think that I’m a good person, because I kill bad people and I can control this.”

“I think you’re not evil, like you try to say you are. In fact, I know you think you’re empty, that you don’t feel anything. But the truth is that you feel everything, but you crush it, because God knows if you felt something all Hell would break loose. That must’ve been something Harry instilled in you, hmm? That killers don’t feel, because if they did feel, they’d feel guilt, remorse, they wouldn’t do it again.”

Without hesitation, he corrected you in an even voice, “I don’t feel.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re lying.” You stared him down for a moment, but he didn’t seem to be able to look you in the eyes. “I’m not trying to dishonor the memory of your adoptive-father. I’m glad you had him. He could’ve been cruel to you, sent you away, or make you a careless killer. But is it possible, that Harry maybe had his own agenda? That if he groomed you to be a vigilante, that if he told you not to feel, that you were some evil monster incapable of control or emotions that you could go one murdering without a second thought.”

“No, I know I don’t feel.”

“And that’s why you drop everything to be there for Rita, for her kids. Why you killed your biological brother to protect your foster sister. Why you didn’t just kill me when I showed up at your doorstep over a month ago.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I’m not pretending to, Dexter.”

He made a quick face of frustration. “If this is some sick way of profiling then--”

“I’m not profiling either. I’m being your friend. I’m letting you know that, while I appreciate everything you’ve done for your community, that you can stop this at any time you want. No one is all evil, no one is all good. People all have their demons. Hell, you know that because you find it in plain sight. You find doctors killing patients. You find chef’s killing restaurant patrons. You find parents killing their kids. You’ve saved countless lives. To hell with who doesn’t agree.”

“So what’s the point to all this?”

“The point is that I don’t like to see you wallow in undeserved self-hate or self-loathing for nothing. I want you to know you can control this, and be empowered.”

“Why? What do you get out of it?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “A shiny nickel. What does it matter? You’re my friend. Maybe you don’t see me as your friend, maybe you still don’t even trust me. But I just thought you should know that not everyone sees you for the monster you think you are. When some people look behind the mask, they truly do see the beauty that lies beneath.”

With that, you gave him a soft smile.

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That night, you ended up spending it at Dexter’s. Accidentally. You two ordered pizza, drinking and having beers all night. You ended up crashing on the couch and Dex in his bed.

Then his sister showed up for breakfast.

“Dex?” she called out, knocking on the door. He came out and saw you and his eyes went wide.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“I can hide if you want,” you offered, feeling oddly guilty about nothing.

“No it’s--”

“Dexter!” she shouted. “Open the fucking door.”

“God. Alright, Deb, don’t have an aneurysm.”

Quickly, you jumped up and made yourself presentable.

“LaGuerta is on my ass about--” she began, walking in with a bag and two coffees before she saw you in the living room. “What are you doing here? You’re that FBI chick.”

“Yes, I’m Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Reid,” you said, reminding her of your status.

“Why the fuck are you at my brother’s at seven in the morning?” she demanded.

“We were watching the game and it got late,” Dexter suddenly said as he looked at you.

She glanced between you two.

“Are you fucking cheating on Rita? Because if you fuck that up, I will--”

“No one is cheating, Officer Morgan,” you assured. “I’m happily married. Dexter and I merely… hit it off during the interviews I conducted at your precinct. I reached out to him a few times for assistance and we’ve become friends.”

This lying was getting a hell of a lot easier. Well maybe it only worked with people you weren’t married to.

“So what, you two bonded over missing people?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Something like that,” you mused.

She eyed you up and down, then glanced back to her brother. “Alright, if you two aren’t having an affair then you wouldn’t mind her meeting Rita, right?”

Dexter seemed to hesitate for just a second before he said, “Mind? Why would I mind?”

“Great! So we’ll have one big family dinner and invite the Fed.”

You nodded, a smile on your face. “Sounds great!”

She nodded, and you could tell she still wasn’t buying the relationship.

“Well you and I need to go,” she finally said. “Doakes is on you and LaGuerta is on me, so let’s chop chop.”

You grabbed your bag and started to walk out. “I’ll see you two later. Just let me know when. Have a good one, you two. I’ve got to get to class.”

With that, you slipped out and went down to your rental car, trying to breathe. This was going to be interesting.

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At lunch time, you called Dexter.

“Hey,” you greeted quickly.

“Hey. So about dinner--”

“Yeah, I’m so sorry. I should’ve said I was busy. I just didn’t want to give her a reason to think we were hiding something, but I can make something up. I can tell her I’m swamped with work or something.”

“No, we might as well do this. If you back out now it’ll just send up more red flags.”

Silence hung between you two for a moment.

“I really am sorry. I know we were trying to keep this relationship quiet.”

“Well with as often as we are going to be around each other, it might be better if some of it is out in the open. Between Doakes on my ass and Deb and Rita, we were bound to be discovered with as much time as we’re spending together.”

“That’s true. So you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” he wondered, sounding genuinely curious.

“Didn’t want to ruin your master plan.”

“My master plan is still the same. Teach you to the best of my ability. That’s all. Everything else is just a speedbump.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, good to hear that. See you at dinner, I suppose.”

“Yeah it’ll be tonight. Deb already called Rita and she’s getting dinner set up.”

“Jesus, that was fast.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“Well, we better get our work done early then.”

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Dexter texted you the address and you showed up promptly at 6:00 for dinner.

You knocked on the door, nervous. You and Dex hadn’t exactly discussed what all Rita knew about him, or about your relationship with him. You just hoped you could go along with his cues and keep the conversation on things you could answer.

Dexter answered the door, thankfully and you stepped inside.

“Oh, you made it!” Deb announced and you smiled a tight lipped smile. God, why did his sister have to be so protective?

“Oh, hello! Welcome to my home,” the woman you assumed was Rita, greeted.

“Thank you, so much.” You stepped in and extended your hand. “I’m Y/N Reid.”

“Dinner’s ready so we once we get it on the table, we can eat,” Rita informed.

“Oh, do you need any help?” you offered.

“No, no, we’ve got it. Debra?”

She smiled and followed Rita while you and Dexter got seated. Soon, the food was on the table and everyone got their food plated.

“So, Y/N, Dexter told me you’re a doctor?”

“Oh, merely a PhD.”

“Didn’t know you needed a PhD to be a Fed,” Debra remarked.

You hesitated, staring at her. This was going to be an interrogation, wasn’t it?

“You, uh, you don’t,” you started. “But I wanted to have the licensure to deal with the mentally unstable. My husband has one too, and he’s an agent as well. He’s a certified genius though and likes to show off.”

“Oh you’re married?” Rita said happily. “And you two work together?”

“Yes, actually on the same team. I’m just in Miami temporarily. I’m teaching a forensic psych course.”

“How interesting,” Rita remarked.

“Your husband’s a genius?” Dexter suddenly asked. “You never told me that.”

“I don’t tell a lot of people. Too many people think I’m somehow bragging about it. I suppose sometimes I am, but…” You laughed lightly. “He’s got an IQ of 187 and can read 20,000 words per minute with an eidetic memory.”

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Rita noted.

“One of the millions of reasons I fell for him.”

“You two know each other before you were an agent?”

You shook your head. “No, we met on the job. I know what they say, you know, don’t date coworkers, but I couldn’t help myself.”

The two women slightly laughed and Dexter smiled.

“What about you two? Dexter talks about you but he’s never told me how you met.”

“Oh, uh, I have an abusive ex, or had, and Debra here was the first officer on the scene. She set up a date between Dex and I and I guess it’s been fate ever since.” Rita reached over and squeezed Dexter’s hand.

“Aw, Debra, I didn’t know you were a matchmaker,” you teased, looking at her.

“And I didn’t know you were an undercover agent,” she noted, irritation in her tone.

“I uh, I’m not.”

“Then why does Dex think he has to hide you, hmm?”

Dexter looked at Debra, giving her a warning look. “Deb, we just met and I don't usually bring my work home with me. But we had some things in common and turns out, she's not total FBI scum.”

“BAU,” you corrected quickly.

“Just seems weird,” she said before taking a sip of water.

“I wanted to make sure she’s okay to bring around the kids, if it ever came to that. Not like I have any other friends outside that building. Just because she’s FBI--”

Quickly, you interjected. “BAU.”

He smirked quickly, but continued “--doesn’t mean she’s a bad person, Deb,” Dexter implored.

“And you two met from an investigation?” Rita wondered.

You nodded. “Yeah, Dexter did the bloodwork on some of the missing persons I’m investigating and I wanted his take on the cases.”

“I hope he was helpful,” Rita noted, rubbing Dexter’s arm and smiling at him.

You grinned. “He was very helpful. He helped me see the case from a new perspective.”

“That’s great. So you gonna catch this fucker?” Debra asked.

“Deb, hey,” Dexter chastised. “Not at Rita’s table, alright?”

“Sheesh, alright. So you gonna catch him or what?”

“Still need some more to go off of. Right now they’re still just missing. Speaking of, where are your kids, Rita? I really wanted to meet them.”

“Oh they’re over at a neighbor’s. Do you have kids of your own?”

With that, a slice of guilt cut across your stomach. This made you think of Spence and the lying you were doing. You knew Spence was dying to have kids, but now with your new lifestyle choice… how could that ever be an option? You couldn’t attack a full grown man with a watermelon sized stomach.

“Uh, no. No not yet but my husband would leap over the moon if we did,” you said with a smile.

“Aw, must be nice to have a man who wants kids.”

“Yeah, he adores them. He’s the godfather to our coworker’s little ones and he loves every second of being like an uncle to them.”

“You must miss him very much,” Rita stated.

“I do. Every day away from him is a day I’m not sure I can bear.” You thought about him a moment and how much you truly did miss him. In all honesty, being around Dexter was the only time you weren’t ravaged with longing. You took a deep breath. “But it’s for the best. I get a break from our cases, I get to stay in one city for a few months at a time, and I get to add professor to my resume.”

Rita and Dexter laughed but Debra seemed to not believe you.

You all talked a bit more about your job, what you were doing, what Rita was like. Dinner was done and you offered to help them clean up but Rita insisted she had it while Dexter assisted her. You went over to the door to wait to say goodbye to Dex when Deb walked up.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on between you and my brother, but if it’s going to hurt Rita, I want you to knock it off,” she warned.

You looked at her. You were happy she was being protective. She was a good sister to Dex, and you liked that.

“Debra, I’m not here to hurt Rita, Dexter, or you in any way. We’re just friends and I’m devoted to a loving husband.” You gave her a soft smile and hoped that backed up your words.

She eyed you up and down. “Alright. If you say so. Sorry I just… sometimes my brother is a little weird and he’s right about not having too many friends so when I saw you at his place… It’s just Rita is really good for him, you know? I don’t want him fucking that up.”

You glanced over her shoulder at the two of them.

“Me either. And you had every right to get worried. If the roles were reversed, I’d do the same. They’re lucky to have you looking out for them.”

She smiled at you. “Well, just don’t fuck with them and we’ll be cool, alright?”

You nodded and grinned.

Finally, Rita and Dexter approached.

“Rita, dinner was great and I’m happy to have met you finally. Thank you for having me over.” Shaking her hand, you flashed her a smile. “See you around, Dexter.”

You waved to them all and got to the car, breathing a sigh of relief.

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preston-logan · 5 years

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I Want Your Love (To Surround Me) | Olicity, High School AU

Summary: Senior year at Starling Academy brings about changes that students, Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak, never saw coming.

Tutoring sessions lead to an unlikely friendship; at odds from the beginning by the pressure of the high school hierarchy and opinionated partners. Will they be able to make it through the year as friends or could it turn into something more? Or will the pressure from their peers destroy it all?

(read on AO3)

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Chapter One:

“Mr. Queen, I think it’s time you get a tutor.”

Out of all the ways the day could’ve gone, this wasn’t one Oliver saw coming. He got caught cheating on a test. Twice. In one week. So, of course he’d be sent to the principal’s office. That was expected. What Oliver wasn’t expecting was to be alone with Principal Wilson. His parents were usually already there waiting for him, putting an end to the issue before he even stepped foot into the office. Oliver rarely said a word to Principal Wilson. He honestly thought he’d never have to. That was until now.

“I’m sorry, what?” Oliver laughed. “You’re joking.”

“I’m being serious, Mr. Queen.”

“Where are my parents? They should’ve been here by now. Should’ve fixed this already.”

“I’ve already spoken to them. We’ve come to an understanding that it is time you take some responsibility for your actions. You’re almost an adult after all,” Principal Wilson sighed, shifting in his chair to grab a folder near his desk. “What better way to show your responsibility than passing your classes. We agreed the best way to help you get on track was with a tutor.”

Principal Wilson slid the folder towards Oliver. He picked it up and scanned the page inside, brows furrowed as he read. In the corner of the page there’s a photo of a girl who looks around his age. Blonde hair. Glasses. Bright lips. She’s kind of cute. Kind of familiar too. Next to the photo was, what Oliver could guess, her name.

“Felicity Smoak?”

Principal Wilson nodded.

“Yes. Ms. Smoak is one of the best and brightest students here at Starling Academy. Seeing as your parents wanted the best of the best for you, she will be your tutor,” Principal Wilson smiled, standing and gesturing for Oliver to stand as well. “We expect you to start meeting with Ms. Smoak as soon as possible.”

“But I don’t even have her number.”

“Everything you need to know, including her number, is in the file,” Principal Wilson walks Oliver over to the door. “Now you have a good day, Mr. Queen.”

Oliver doesn’t bother with a response. Sighing, he walked out the door and straight to his locker, gathering his things so he could leave. He knew he should’ve put up more of a fight with Principal Wilson, found some type of excuse. But if his parents really did agree to this, there wasn’t a likely way out of the situation.

He knew they were right. He was almost an adult, he should start being more responsible. Stop being the disappointment his parents were used to. Besides, this Felicity girl was kind of cute. Maybe tutoring wouldn’t be so bad.

Oliver found Felicity’s number in the file and put it into his phone. He texted Felicity later that night.

7:58 PM

Oliver Queen: Hey is this felicity smoak

8:01 PM

Felicity Smoak: Yes. This is Felicity. Who are you?

8:02 PM

Oliver Queen: It’s oliver queen. I guess ur my new tutor

8:06 PM

Felicity Smoak: Oh, right! I was told to expect a message from you. So, what subjects do you need help with?

8:08 PM

Oliver Queen: Uhh all of them

8:08 PM

Felicity Smoak: Oh.

8:09 PM

Felicity Smoak: Well, we should probably get started right away then. Does meeting at the library tomorrow at 11:00 work?

8:12 PM

Oliver Queen: But tomorrow’s a Saturday

8:13 PM

Felicity Smoak: And we have a lot of work to do. So, I’ll see you tomorrow?

8:15 PM

Oliver Queen: Tomorrow it is

By 10:40 the next morning, Felicity was already settled into her seat at the library. Felicity picked a table in the far corner, hidden from the majority of the people in the building. Not because she purposely wanted to spend time in a hidden corner with Oliver Queen. Definitely not. It’s because she didn’t want anyone to see her and Oliver in said corner. Her nerves had been going crazy ever since Principal Wilson told her she’d be tutoring Oliver Queen. Sure, she’d tutored popular kids before, but Oliver was different. Oliver Queen was THE popular kid of Starling Academy. Felicity Smoak was the complete opposite. If anyone caught sight of them together, there’d be endless gossip neither of them would want to face. Even if them spending time together was for purely professional reasons.

Fifteen minutes after 11:00, Oliver still hadn’t arrived yet. Felicity reached for her phone, debating whether or not to call him when she finally saw him walking towards her. The closer he got to their table, the slower he walked. It was almost as if he wasn’t sure Felicity was the right person he was supposed to be meeting. So, she waved at him just to be sure.

“Felicity?”

“Oliver,” She smiled. “Oh, I mean- I’m- Oliver’s not my name. It’s you. I mean yours. You’re Oliver. I’m Felicity. Obviously.” Felicity shoved her face in her hands, hoping to ease her embarrassment. Great, what a lovely first impression. She knew she shouldn’t have underestimated her nerves. Look where that got her.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Oliver laughed, sitting down in the chair next to her. “Sorry, I’m late. I forgot to set an alarm.”

“Right,” Felicity raised a brow. Forgot? He probably didn’t set an alarm in the first place. Whatever, she could let it go for now. “Well, now that you’re here we can get started.”

“Business already?” Oliver whined, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms. “Can’t a guy get to know you first.” Felicity’s eyes zeroed in on his arms. He was trying to be charming. Everyone knew about Oliver’s flirty antics, she just thought he wouldn’t try so soon. Or at all.

Felicity knew better and doing her job was more important than useless flirting with Mr. Popular. She crossed her arms, raised her chin and gave him a look to convey her business only attitude, “You can get to know me after we come up with a plan on how this tutoring gig will go.”

Oliver got her message, nodding along as Felicity began to list ideas for a potential study plan.

They decided on meeting twice a week; Tuesdays and Thursdays. Seniors only have four classes a day. So, Tuesdays they’d focus on Oliver’s History and English classes. Thursday’s would be for Calculus and Anatomy. After they came up with the basics of their sessions, Felicity thought best she set some ground rules before they left.

“Okay, I only have two rules,” Felicity paused, waiting till Oliver’s full attention was on her. “The first is that the only public place we meet is here, at the library. Other than that, our sessions will be at either my house or yours.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Oliver smirked, nudging her with his shoulder. A beat passed until Felicity’s brain finally realized how he could’ve taken her words.

“Oh ew,” Felicity groans, smacking Oliver in the chest. “Not like that. It’s just that I don’t want anyone seeing us together.”

“What?” Oliver asks, the smirk dropping, being replaced with a look of utter confusion. “What’s wrong with people seeing us together?”

“It’s just,” She paused, trying to pick her words carefully to not hurt his feelings. “People like me and people like you don’t mix well together. We’re complete opposites of the social hierarchy. You’re the top and I'm the bottom.”

She froze. Noticing her unintentional innuendo, she let out a frustrated sigh bracing for Oliver’s reaction. Thankfully, he brushed over her mishap, focusing on what she said just before.

“Social hierarchy?” Oliver laughed, squeezing her shoulder. In a way to comfort or tease, Felicity wasn’t sure. “C’mon Felicity, that’s not a thing. And even if it is, you shouldn’t care about what other people think. I just met you and I can tell you’re better than most of them anyways.”

Felicity’s eyes widened at his statement. That came out of nowhere. They just met, why was he being sweet? That didn’t match with everything she knew about Oliver Queen in her head. She shook her head. Focus Smoak! No matter how sweet that last part was, Oliver still couldn’t change her mind.

“It is most definitely a thing! And I know the second people see us together, there’ll be tons of gossip that I don’t want to be a part of. I can’t risk any chance of being involved in that,” Felicity crossed her arms, trying yet again to show more authority. “So, we meet in private. End of discussion.”

“Oh, alright,” Oliver raised his hands in defeat. It was clear being seen with him was the last thing Felicity wanted to worry about. “Have it your way. Now, what was the second rule?”

Now it was Felicity’s turn to be smug. Arms still crossed, she smirked. She looked almost like a kid taking candy from a baby. In Oliver’s case, he was the baby and she most certainly was taking his candy away.

“Absolutely no flirting.”

“Well, you know how to suck the fun out of everything.”

He was joking. Or at least she hoped he was joking. Felicity watched Oliver for a second. Eyes narrowed, testing to see if he would add any objections. When he doesn't, she smiles, glad to know he’ll respect her rules. Knowing Oliver won’t take these sessions as an opportunity to practice his charm eased some of Felicity’s nerves. But just to be certain, she reiterates her point one more time before they leave.

“I’m here to help you pass your classes, not to mess around,” Felicity began to stand, gathering her stuff she brought to the library. “I’ll see you back here on Tuesday, Oliver.”

Oliver watched Felicity as she left the library. He waited a few minutes before exiting too, finding his driver already waiting for him outside the building. As he settled into the backseat, he thought back over his meeting with Felicity. It was safe to say Felicity wasn’t at all like he expected her to be. He thought he could’ve gotten lucky with a tutor he could’ve charmed or paid into doing his work, but he was wrong. He guessed that’s what happened when you got the best of the best. Oliver couldn’t really complain though. Felicity was cute and quirky and absolutely unlike any girl he’s ever met before.

There’s just something, maybe everything, about her that caught his attention. He liked the short time he had with Felicity. How she set him straight and cut off his charm. How her tutoring plan made him feel like she was actually determined in helping him succeed. How it seemed like the more nervous she got the more she babbled. Oliver wanted to know more about her as a person, not just his tutor. But now he’d have to go a couple more days until he spoke to her again.

Oliver could just text her. He was serious in wanting to know more about her and he had a feeling her tutoring sessions wouldn’t leave room for a lot of chit chat. Felicity did say he could get to know her after they came up with a plan, but she left before he had a chance to ask her anything. There was still a good amount of time left until they arrived at the mansion, might as well pass the time?

1:14 PM

Oliver Queen: So we came up with a plan. Can I get to know u now

1:15 PM

Felicity Smoak: Oh, I didn’t think you were being serious haha.

1:16 PM

Oliver Queen: Of course I was being serious :P If we’re gonna be friends I've got to know some things about you

1:18 PM

Felicity Smoak: Woah, friends? Who said anything about friends? I’m just your tutor.

1:18 PM

Felicity Smoak: No offense, though!

1:20 PM

Felicity Smoak: Gah, there’s nothing wrong with people being friends. It’s just that-- I’m gonna be your tutor. Who’s friends with their tutor, right? Haha.

1:21 PM

Oliver Queen: Felicity chill out. With all the time we’re gonna be spending together I don’t think there’s a way we WON’T end up being friends

1:23 PM

Felicity Smoak: Hmm, I guess you’re right. So, what do you want to know?

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sleepingfancies · 6 years

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We Need to Talk About SJM

I was recently anonymously asked what exactly my issue with Sarah Jane Maas is, and ended up writing what was essentially a thesis paper about it. Unfortunately, Tumblr pulled a Shitty Website move and deleted everything I wrote under the ‘read more’ tab, so I’m compiling my reasons here on a masterpost, for your reading leisure.

EDIT: Read more tab continues to not work for me, so I apologize to all of you who have to suffer through this. I’ll tag is as a long post accordingly.

Let’s get started

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Reason 1: She preaches messages that no young girl needs to (or should) hear.

Granted, I know the a lot of the YA genre are adults who are no strangers to smut and aren’t phased by toxic behavior in characters. But on the same token, a lot of the YA genre is fueled by young girls age 12-20. Now I’m not going to sit here and pretend like girls in that age range aren’t reading/writing smutty fanfiction or dating. I know they do, I did, most of my friends did. But at that age, young girls are still trying to figure out who they are and who they want to be, including in terms of relationships. That’s where my problem with Maas comes in.

Maas writes, almost exclusively, toxic relationships - at best. Straight up abusive at worst. At one point in ACOTAR, I had to put the book down because I was so disgusted by what happened. Rhysand assaulted Feyre. I’m not kidding. He kissed and groped her against her will, telepathically asked whether she was wet about it, and wondered aloud what she looked like naked. The entire goal of doing this was to piss Feyre’s then-boyfriend off, and for Rhysand to assert his dominance as a Fae lord or whatever the fuck (y’know, like rapists do). Feyre was left shaking, nauseated, and scared for her life. But the worst part? It was written like this was something sexy and desirable. Literal penetration was all that stopped this from being a horrifying rape scene, and I couldn’t believe Maas wrote about it like some hot erotica. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t cute. It was disgusting, violating, and I was furious when I read it (especially given Feyre actually ends up with Rhysand eventually. What the fuck).

In Throne of Glass - and subsequent sequels - there are couples (namely Rowan and Aelin) who quite literally spit on each other, punch each other, and bite each other. No, not “love nip” bite, I mean “I’m trying to tear your skin off” bite. But we’re meant to believe they’re endgame, meant to be, and a totally healthy relationship. Let’s not even get into emotional abuse and manipulation, because holy fuck does every single character in these books act like a goddamn villain if we were to go over that in detail. All you need to know is that “if you don’t do xyz then I’ll leave and never come back” “what made you think I cared about you? You’re nothing to me. Just kidding, I love you” and similar sentiments are rampant in these series.

While we’re here, what is up with this “mates” nonsense? Every character pairing we see by the end of the ToG series has a “mate,” and swears off everyone they’ve had before, claiming them to be “false mates.” This whole “mates” business sounds a lot like somebody desperately trying to reassure their insanely jealous partner that they don’t still have feelings for their ex. That’s not healthy! That’s not okay! Your exes helped you narrow down your search. They helped you understand yourself more and what you want (or don’t want). And y’know what? It’s okay to have happy memories with an ex. It’s okay to not hate your ex. Telling young girls that all that matters is their future husband (which erases LGBT+ girls, as well as straight women who don’t want to get married) is harmful as hell, and contributes to the idea that a girl is only “complete” when she finds her “soulmate.”

Girls 12-20 really do not need to be given the message that it’s normal - nay, romantic - for their partners to hit them, humiliate them, or assault them. You may be saying, “Clara, come on, girls know fiction isn’t reality and no girl is actually going to stand for that kind of thing in real life.” But I can’t tell you how horribly my own view of relationships was corrupted for several years after all the books I read as a tween where the protagonist had to defend her flirty boyfriend from the advances of other girls. I didn’t trust boys not to cheat on me. I didn’t trust my girl friends not to try and steal a boyfriend. I thought girls who dressed up and wore makeup and dated a lot were sluts. It took me years of conscious effort to unlearn those ideas. Fiction can and does influence the reader. So again I say: teaching girls that it’s “hot and sexy” when men literally abuse you is not a message a 12-20 year old should be hearing. Ever.

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Reason 2: What exactly does Maas want her readers to be?

Y’know, Maas thinks Caelena/Aelin is a role model for young girls. But here’s a brief list of things Celery/Alien has done throughout the Throne of Glass series:

1. Tried to smash a flower pot over a girl’s head for showing interest in courting Prince Dorian. Despite said girl literally being present at the castle for that purpose and Caelena was not.

2. Very nearly murdered Dorian for absolutely fuckall reason, and then she got mad at Chaol for trying to stop her (keep in mind: Chaol and Dorian are supposed to be best friends. So like... yeah, he’s gonna come to Dorian’s defense).

3. Straight up said, “if I get bored being queen I’ll just go and conquer more lands for my kingdom.” Imperialist there much, Aelin?

This is Maas’ role model material? Half the shit she does from Heir of Fire onward could be described as “war crime” and the other half could be described as “selfish.” Maas seems to think that a shit ton of half-baked “witty” lines and a few “badass” fight scenes completely makes up for having an amoral character as the protagonist you want to flaunt around as an icon for young girls.

It would be one thing if Maas said, “I don’t want anyone to be like Celery/Alien. She’s not a good person and I want my readers to be able to identify how and why she isn’t a good person. The moral is what not to be like.” But she does the opposite and claims time and time again that Celery/Alien is some kind of feminist warrior, when in fact Celery/Alien is the very epitome of white feminism and false feminism. She’ll be all kinds of gung-ho for herself, but as soon as another woman mentions her own unique problems or lifestyles, Celery/Alien thinks she’s a “whiny bitch,” “dumb slut,” or something similar. Celery/Alien ends up looking down her nose at basically every other female character. The lack of female friendships in Maas’ books is frankly astounding.

No girl needs to be Celery/Alien. Celery/Alien is not a role model, she is not a feminist, she is not a figurehead of a well developed female character or even a compelling antihero. She’s sexist, she’s misogynistic, she has serious anger issues, she’s manipulative, she’s abusive. This is not who young girls should be looking up to.

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Reason 3: Maas has no place in the YA genre.

I’m not really sure I need to elaborate much on this. Let me give you a scenario:

Imagine you’re at a book signing for your fans. They’re mostly girls 15-20, so you kind of just sign their copies without thinking much about it. But then a smaller girl comes up to the table, you ask her age, and she says “I’m ten.” A 10 year old girl is standing in front of you, clutching her copy of your book where you wrote and published the scene, “he buried in to the hilt and roared. Over and over he spilled inside of her, the lightning outside flashing soft and lovely long after he stilled.”

Look me in the eye and tell me that shit is appropriate in the YA genre. At all. Ever.

You wanna write romance? Go for it. It can be cute! It can be healthy! It can be intriguing! But this? This? This is just... erotica. If you’re publishing stuff like this in the YA genre, in a book that isn’t even on the ‘tween/teen romance’ shelves, then you better be ready to take full responsibility for teaching 10 year olds what a blowjob is, what an orgasm is, what BDSM is, what a fucking foot fetish is.

I know JK Rowling isn’t the most popular right now, but even she did better than this. The first 3 Harry Potter books you can generally find on the children’s/middle grade shelves. They were cute, fun little adventures about wizards and magic and fantastic creatures. Books 4-7? Those are on the YA shelves. People are dying, magic is dangerous, fascist organizations are on the rise -- it isn’t fun for Harry anymore. It isn’t about the wonders of magic. It’s about life or death, war, and fear. So yeah, of course those book aren’t going to be on the children’s/middle grade shelves! They’re dark! They’re scary! That kind of material shouldn’t be advertised as appropriate for younger kids!

Maas never extended that courtesy. Maas took her books full of badly written erotica and plopped them down right where all the rest of the completely tame YA books went, because she wanted the sales. She didn’t care if she was exposing kids who were too young to explicit sex scenes. She never posted a disclaimer, she never posted any kind of warning on social media when the books came out. Nope. She just silently took advantage of the market knowing she’d get more sales in YA. But it has no place in YA. It’s not YA. And I don’t think I’m ever gonna be okay with that.

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Reason 4: Diversity? Never heard of it!

Maas’ books are so incredibly white and straight that it’s painful. Rowan and Aelin? White and straight. Feyre? Rhysand? Chaol? Dorian? Manon? Hey, you guessed it! They’re all white and straight (despite Chaol, Dorian, and Manon being heavily LGBT+ coded for like, the entire series till the last book)!

“He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they met, ‘I love you.’” (Queen of Shadows)

Hello? Sarah Jane? I’m all for male friendships, but there’s male friendships and then there’s actual romance. Chaol and Dorian are about as gay-coded as they could fucking get. And this isn’t even the only time this happens! Check this out:

“Dorian surged from his chair and dropped to his knees beside the bed. He grabbed Chaol’s hand, squeezing it as he pressed his brow against his. ‘You were dead,’ the prince said, his voice breaking. ‘I thought you were dead.’” (Queen of Shadows)

But wait, there’s more!

“‘I’m not leaving you. Not again.’

Dorian’s mouth tightened. ‘You didn’t leave, Chaol.’ He shook his head once, sending tears slipping down his cheeks. ‘You never left me.’” (Queen of Shadows)

I mean come on, Sarah!

Also, Manon. My girl Manon hated men, pretty explicitly, for the entire series. In case you don’t believe me:

“There were few sounds Manon enjoyed more than the groans of dying men.” (Heir of Fire)

Oh, and other characters even imply Manon has never had a heterosexual relationship in her fucking life. See:

“‘That golden-haired witch, Asterin...’ Aelin said. ‘She screamed Manon’s name the way I screamed yours. How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she is my enemy.’” (Queen of Shadows)

Tell me that’s not gay as fuck. I dare you.

Manon had a whole lot of love to give women! She was always affectionate towards other women. Particularly Elide. This is a woman who was about as lesbian as you could get. Had no interest in men, every interest in women, rejected typically expected roles for women (getting married and having kids, etc.) but guess what happened? Guess what fucking happened?

This warrior who was friends with and rode on a big fuckoff wyvern completely and totally submits to Dorian as her lover. I don’t mean that metaphorically. They literally do some BDSM shit where he’s her “master” and she “kneels to him” or whatever the fucking fuck. This entire thing pissed me off more than Chaol and Dorian being all “no homo bro,” because Maas used every possible symbol and subtext for Manon being gay, and then said “just kidding!” Her relationship with Dorian came out of nowhere. All of a sudden she was just as thirsty for mediocre dick as Aelin.

At this point I honestly have to wonder if Maas is really this ignorant or if she’s - dare I say it? - taunting her readers who have complained about the lack of LGBT+ representation. Maas has, historically, not reacted well to people criticizing her work. I would not put it beyond her at all to intentionally queer-code characters only to turn around and rip the rug out from under her readers by pairing them up in heterosexual relationships. And not only is that shitty writing, but it’s... really malicious and rude.

Of course then there’s the issues with racial representation. Again, Maas doesn’t even try. She includes 13 characters of color only to immediately kill off all of them in a suicide pact. So there’s that. Not sure I need to say more than that.

Maas knows what diversity is, but as per her famous quote, “I just don’t want to force diversity into my books.” So. Y’know. Writing a black or gay character (or!! God forbid, both black and gay!!) is asking a little too much of her, apparently. She doesn’t want to force anything as unbelievable as someone who isn’t white or straight, don’tcha know? In these books about fae people and dragons and gods fighting mortals and explicit erotica, an LGBT+ character or a character of color is high fantasy, not YA. *Sarcasm*

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Reason 5: The woman can’t write.

This is pretty straightforward. She cannot write. My proof? She plagiarizes the living fuck out of everything she can to avoid actually writing her own original work.

1. “You’re gonna rattle the stars.” - from Disney’s Treasure Planet

2. “The Queen Who Was Promised” - from GRRM’s ASOIAF, where Dany Targaryen is often toted as the exact same thing. Oh, and The Prince Who Was Promised prophecy in ASOIAF also mentions Azor Ahai being “the Heir of Fire” so, uh.... yeah.

3. Aelin basically being Aragorn. Lost royalty spends years as an outcast, denies their claim, teams up with elves (fae in Aelin’s case) to defeat a greater evil, becomes known as the people’s champion, falls in love with an elf (fae) and makes them their consort, crowned by the people, ends their coronation scene with a “you bow to no one” (I’m not kidding).

4. Nehemia dying for Aelin and it later being revealed that Nehemia was “grooming” Aelin to face great evil, and potentially give her life to stop it. How much you wanna bet Maas tried to give Aelin a name as close to “Harry Potter” as she could get?

5. Manon lighting a series of beacons across a mountain range to call for aid during war. I mean seriously? This is one of the most iconic scenes in Peter Jackson’s rendition of Lord of the Rings. It’s moving, it’s powerful, it’s awe-inspiring. And Maas knew it. So she just... took it. I don’t have a lot of respect for writers who can’t write their own moving scenes.

6. Kingsflame blossoms, which only bloom when the rightful monarch is on the throne. So... the White Tree of Gondor. Got it.

7. The Hand of the King being a royal court position. Like... jesus. GRRM, come get ya world-building, SJ stole it again.

8. A paralyzed Chaol has a specialized saddle made for him, because he wants more than anything to ride a horse again. GRRM! Please! She’s taking Bran Stark’s story now!

And besides all of these horribly plagiarized points, there’s nothing even slightly compelling about these books. There’s literally zero substance, and the last few books in both the ACOTAR and ToG series have been nothing but a smut-fest. Plot who? We don’t know her.

Trauma, both physical and mental, is erased at the drop of a dime (Aelin lost physical scars, Chaol’s paralysis was basically cured, series of events that should’ve left characters absolutely fucked just... didn’t phase them). The battles are rushed and sloppily written, and Maas has a particularly nasty habit of focusing on exactly the wrong people in the middle of what should be an action packed scene. Instead of showing alliances forging and plots being made behind people’s backs, instead of showing us people gearing up for battle by saying tearful goodbyes to their infants and spouses, Maas shows us Rowan and Aelin banging on a beach, or a tree, or a ship, or wherever the fuck they happen to be at that moment.

None of these characters lose jack shit. There is no sense of urgency or stakes, because we knew since Heir of Fire that Aelin and her precious uwu fae “mate” would be just fine. Why? Because nobody shipped Rowaelin as hard as Sarah Jane Maas did. Consistently the only people who suffer in these books are background characters (who, coincidentally, are almost always the characters of color and LGBT+ characters). By the end of Kingdom of Ash, literally everyone is fine. And paired off to be married, too! Because a happy ending isn’t a true happy ending if it doesn’t end with Babies Ever After and everyone in a heterosexual relationship, of course, right?

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Reason 6: World-building doesn’t even go here! Sorry, she just wanted to be a part of something.

Maas’ world-building is... how do you say... shitty. New lore pops up in every book, having never been mentioned before, and is for some reason of utmost importance (but only for this book. It’ll be forgotten again as soon as it isn’t relevant). Religions who? Culture where? History what? None of these things exist in Maas’ world. None.

Now before anyone jumps down my throat with “but The World of Throne of Glass is coming out this year!!!1!1!!” let me gently establish something. Speaking as a fantasy author: if you do not have your most basic world-building - that being religion, culture, language, and history - already established, then you have no business making a “world of” book to cover all the bases your ass never bothered with in the original series.

I said what I said.

Tolkien and GRRM are masters of world-building because they spent decades working to forge their worlds before they ever put a pen to paper and wrote their stories. Not to toot my own horn, but my own fantasy series has been developing for almost 7 years now. What am I doing with it? I’m outlining governments in different societies, why people came to worship what they do, and I’m making a fucking world map on my bedroom floor (that now has cat paw prints on it, so it’s not exactly final product material anyway).

I give not a single hoot for Maas’ “The World of Throne of Glass.” She could be saying anything she wanted to and it would all just have to be canon, because she’s establishing what this world is after already finishing her series. Yes, it does piss me off, because it’s pretty obvious she didn’t have a clue what her world was, or who was who, or why things were the way they were. She made shit up as she went along, nothing more. There was no grand scheme. There was no planning, and it shows.

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TL;DR: I have a lot of issues with Sarah J Maas’ writing, including her world-building and handling of diversity. But most of all I despise the potential impact she has on the YA genre and on the young girls reading her work. They deserve better than this. They deserve better than Sarah Jane Maas.

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Date night (Yu-gi-oh story)

Yugi was excited as he sat in the living room, almost bouncing in place as him and joey hung out. they were playing video games and killing time till Anzu would be off from dance school. it was a little over 2 years since they had graduated from high school, and while Tristen had enlisted in the army and moved away, the three of them had gotten a place together. Anzu was taking lessons to get better at her dancing and had a sometimes spot as a back up dancer for a few local TV shows, Yugi was milking in the money during tours as the king of games and Joey made some modest income as a bodyguard, mostly working for Yugi himself and getting paid via the promoters who booked Yugi. they're 2 story house was big but not too big. everyone had their own bedroom even though Yugi and Anzu were dating, and they had a nice laundry room set up on the main floor. it was only if you went down into the basement you might be a little shocked. it was a mixture of a porn dungeon and a nursery, and it was all for the king of games himself who happened to be a massive sissy baby masochist. Anzu was of course his mean dommy mommy (well when they played) and Joey got in on it now and then himself, though always as a dom. (the one time he had tried the diapers, they had leaked and soaked the mattress in the crib) "So Yug, bigggg date night tonight huh? you and Anzu gonna nudge nudge wink wink?" Joey teased, blasting away at a alien on the tv screen. "hehehe well I'm hoping so.. you know we've been waiting for the right time to finally.. ehehe.. but i think this is it." Yugi said. part of his sissy baby fantasy involved being a forced virgin for life, though lately Anzu had been hinting (OK, outright saying) that she wanted to move it to the next level with Yugi, and also kinda wanted him to take a break from being her widdle stinky sissy and be her boyfriend for awhile. "So what cha got planned?" "well i pulled a few strings and got us a table at that new gourmet restaurant, silver platter. then we'll head out to see that new dance movie she's so crazy about, then I have a horse and carriage rented to take us out by the river for a moon light stroll.. with some champagne in the carriage.. then I rented us a hotel room which I've paid the staff to go and place rose petals down, candlelight, the works! er.. no offense, didn't wanna bring her back here if we were gonna knock boots.. don't wanna keep you up all night." Yugi said and had a wide grin on his face. "woooow. you went all out for this huh?" "yeahh and then some. I'm gonna have to do 3 tours back to back to back to cover for all of this, but it's gonna be SO worth it." Yugi said. " Anzu puts up with my well..you know." "Stinky sissy loser side." joey said and smirked, as Yugi blushed and squirmed. "Y-yeah..so i figured a night on the town and showing her I can be the man she wants me to be would be great." "Sounds like it. though..heh.." Joey chuckled softly, and paused the game, looking at yugi with a evil smirk on his face. "..Joey no. i know that look." Yugi said quickly and moved to put his fingers in his ears. Joey grabbed the smaller boys arms and held onto them, and kept grinning. "what if with all of this amazing stuff planned, you pulled the ultimate sissy baby loser move..and asked to be spanked, diapered, and put to bed in your crib in the basement, while I take your girlfriend out for the night..on your dime." Joey suggested. Yugi tried to block the suggestion out but just picturing it had him making a little tent in his pants. "heck, you could even beg her to NEVER sleep with you, to keep you a -" "Joey stoppp!" Yugi whined, but his voice was taking on it's baby tone. "Loser sissy baby virgin." Joey finished. "ngggh.. you know how mad she would be about that? and I can't just..with everything I paid for all of this.." Yugi huffed, trying to ignore the part of him that wanted to do this idea. "heyyy what if we comprised?" Joey asked. "huh?" "you get spanked, diapered, tied to your crib with a enema in your guts, and I take Anzu out to dinner and the movie, we'll swing back around here, get you cleaned up and you and her can go to the hotel." Joey said. "...you think she'd go for that?" Yugi asked. "welll don't you have a hard time with getting carded at the movies anyways? if the movie is rated anything over G..Plus remember last time you two ate out at a fancy place? they thought you were her son and brought out a booster seat?" Yugi blushed recalling that and fidgeted like crazy. "I mean..i suppose it couldn't HURT to ask her.." Anzu had had a long tiring day, her new dance teacher was a freaking hard ass and nothing anyone did seemed to be right. she was achy and sore but smiled as she thought about the night out Yugi had promised her. Truthfully she was glad he was going all out with this, not that the little sissy loser stuff wasn't fun.. but she was getting a little tired of wiping her boyfriends shitty ass and not even getting plowed in return. 'not that you'd feel Yugi' she reminded herself. Still it was the thought that mattered and worst case she'd picked up a strap-on the little guy could wear. 'at least i won't be spending anther Friday night smelling baby powder and shame, while having to listen to a baby monitor while watching bad movies with joey.' Thinking about hanging out with Joey brought a pang of guilt and a flush to her face, he liked to sit in just his boxers at night and with Anzu on the edge after dealing with Yugi, she couldn't help but stare at Joeys muscles. 'that gym membership me and Yugi got him is SO paying off.' shaking her head she tried to clear those thoughts out of her head. cheating on Yugi would be just sick and wrong. 'though the little pervert would probably thank you and ask for a video.' that nagging voice in her head said. 'shut up you, Yugi is a sweet and cute Lil guy. and he's going to prove that he's more then just some pervert tonight!' Anzu scolded the nagging voice and finally made it back to the house. 'yeah, right.' that lil voice said again, but Anzu pushed it away as she came in. "Hey boys, I'm home!" came Anzu's voice and Yugi gulped nervously. it had been about 15 minutes since Joey had talked him into asking for the diaper humiliation, and to help get Yugi brave enough to ask Joey had poured him two drinks of vodka and orange juice, since he knew OJ went right though Yugi. as Anzu came into the kitchen, Joey polished off his third glass, though he could hold his liquor far better then little Yugi. "..heh..you pre-gaming or something? didn't know we were gonna get smashed before the movie." Anzu said, voice sounding amused but there was a edge to it.. She didn't really like it when Yugi got drunk and mentally groaned seeing the OJ, but tried to keep a bright and chipper face on, as she came over and poured herself a drink. "ehehehe welll seee..er.." Yugi blushed and reached for his drink, as joey smirked and Anzu rolled her eyes. "Do NOT say what I think your going to say Yugi. I'm not spending anther Friday night making you sob in poopie diapers." She said, and slammed her drink back. "welll You'll still get to go out..just er.." Yugi gulped nervously and went to take anther drink, but spilled the last bit out of the cup all down the front of himself. "And dat's why i told ya to use the sippy cup." Joey commented with a smirk, and tossed Yugi a dish towel. "-sigh- My man.. OK, whats your little idea, and be forewarned, I've had a BAD day so you might wanna think twice about asking for mean mommy mode." Anzu said, narrowing her eyes as Yugi tried to dry himself off, then with a little growl she snagged the towel from him and started to pat him down. "ok soo.. I was thinking.. There's always people who stare when we go out to eat and i always get carded at movies right? sooo I was thinking Joey could take you out to dinner, then the movie, then you swing by here and we tag out. you and me, romantic moonlight carriage ride and then the hotel." Yugi said quickly. 'Uh-huh..and what would you just so happen to be doing while I'm out with joey?" Anzu asked, looking over at joey who had peeled his shirt off and tossed it over, to help. and noticing his 6 pack again, as she tugged Yugi's shirt off and saw basically baby fat. "welll er.. I'm gonna need to sleep this vodka off..and er..the OJ is gonna give me a little bit of the runs.." Yugi said, poking two fingers together and looking nervous. "...So you want me, before going out to eat, on our big date night to diaper you up and tuck you into your crib." anzu said, in a flat tone. "welll yes? and you know..maybe a cute dress.." Yugi said, looking anywhere but at her now. "...I hope you wanted to be spanked first. because even if you didn't your ass is getting spanked." she said then flashed a smile to him., then looked over to joey. "You, go shower, dress nice. not you're take on nice, nice nice." She instructed as Joey smirked and gave a thumbs up. Turning her attention back to Yugi, Anzu grabbed his pants and tugged them down, noticing that Yugi was in a pair of training pants. "...you were of course going to take these off before we went out if i said no right?" she asked, looking at the faded picture of dark magician girl. "and tell me thats the screwdriver soaking them, not.." "Yes and er..no." Yugi said. "...come on little girl, you're in for it." She said and grabbed Yugi by the ear, leading him towards the basement. "Ow! owie owie owie! yesh mommy!' the little twerp whined and whimpered, but the tent in his training undies showed he was in sissy loser heaven. Joey was whistling as he took a quick shower, it was really just too god damn easy sometimes. truthfully, he'd been getting a crush on Anzu for a few months now, and could see just how fed up she was getting with Yugi making her waste weekends changing his shitty diapers. what the little dork needed was a wake up call that Anzu wasn't gonna sit around forever and Joey figured this was the best way to do it (even though Yugi was already taking steps to show he could be more then a big sissy baby, Joey liked his plan better.) besides, she really did deserve someone better then lil Yugi. not that he didn't like him, Yugi was still his best friend..just, it was hard to respect someone who go his rocks off humping teddy bears in pink diapers with a finger of ginger in his ass. What Anzu needed, and Joey was sure she would agree after tonight, was a ride on a real man's dick. heck, she could probably even dump Yugi and just keep babying him and the little freak would thank her. as Joey thought about the look on Yugi's face when/if Anzu dumped him, he had to take a longer shower then he intended to clear out the slices so to speak and not be too eager. While joey was showering upstairs, in the basement Anzu was already switching into her full on mean mommy role. "Your such a little loser Yugi., i can't believe you would rather be spanked and diapered, and shit yourself then go out to a adult restaurant. I bet if we were eating at McDonald's so you could play in the play-area you'd be all for it, though you'd likely still end up crapping yourself." She scolded, leading over to a bench that had soft padding on the top of it, and shackles for the little sissy's ankles and wrists. "Yesh mommy. I'm sorry mommy." Yugi said, breathing fast as he got himself over the bench, belly first, his training pants having been ripped off by Anzu. Anzu came around and secured him to the bench, making sure the shackles were a little tighter then normal and making sissy Yugi whimper softly. "uh mommy, thats a li-" Yugi started to whined and quickly Anzu stuffed his soaked training pants in his mouth. she had rolled them up, but with the pissy/booze soaked side out and that was what pressed on Yugi's tongue as half of it stuck out of his mouth, and the out half gagged him. the Lil sissy mmffh and whined, he was NOT a fan of water sports or gross stuff like that and had made it clear but Anzu just smiled sweetly. "Whats wrong little Yugi? are you not getting what you expected tonight?" she asked, crouching down, stroking his hair. "That's just awful. I wouldn't know anything about getting a unpleasant surprise." she added mockingly, and kissed his forehead. "well if you want that pissy pull up out of your mouth, let mommy know." Anzu said and smirked, standing up and putting a hand to her ear. she listened to the little loser whimper and mumble around the soaked pull up, knowing it was just making more of the screwdriver and his piss trickle down his throat. "well if your sure." she teased and walked over, wiggling her hips and tapped a finger on her cheek, as she looked over the assortment of paddles on a display shelf, close to the bench. "Hmm what do you think Yugi, something nice and tame, or something that'll have your poor buns begging for mercy?" she asked, running her finger on a plain wooden paddle then over a black leather with small metal studs in it one. It was right about then that Yugi started to see that maybe he should of just gone on the date, and not asked for this. Mommy was acting in a scary way and if Yugi's mouth had been free he'd be saying marshmallow fluff (his safe word) over and over. Sadly all he could do was cry out around the pissy diaper and struggle a little as Anzu picked up the studded paddle. "hmm? whats wrong Yugi? you don't think this will be enough?" She asked, a very evil grin on her face. "Well i could always get the liquid heat and pour it over the paddle. you remember how much that burns and aches for hours~" she said and reached for the bottle. "if you don't want your spanking to burn and ache super bad you better speak up now Princess Yugi." she said and thumbed the cap open and held the paddle out, ready to coat it. Yugi shook his head no and let out muffled screams around his pull up gag, he HATED the liquid heat and it was only suppose to be for when he was in a total pain slut mood! tears dripped down his cheeks and he pleaded with Anzu with his eyes. "Awww, How can I refuse those eyes. I'll make sure to pour lots on for you princess." Anzu chuckled and squirted the bottle over the paddle, coating it nice and thick. With the paddle dripping the liquid heat (which was mixed at a rate of 60 percent water to 40 percent of the stuff, Anzu didn't wanna have to rush Yugi to the ER) Yugi was shaking his head like crazy and she wasn't stupid, she knew he was pleading with her NOT to do this but damn it, maybe the little sissy would think twice before bailing on part of a date with her again. "brace yourself Sissy." She advised and then swung HARD with the paddle, making Yugi's bubble butt almost deform around the force of the blow and the little sissy shrieked in pain. She wasn't anywhere near done yet though, and followed up with a series of rapid blows to the big baby's bubble butt, quickly turning it red as Yugi thrashed and screamed on the bench, and despite it all his little sword was getting stiff even as he suffered. "Hmmm, thats funny..you're cries say 'mommy please stop' while your Lil wiener says 'mommy smack my balls.'" anzu teased and Yugi froze, looking over his shoulder and shaking his head no as much as he could. he had drool leaking down his chin and tears stained his cheeks, and even his nose was running! "awww, who's a scared widdle sissy? you are! yes you are!" she coo'ed and rested the paddle on his buns, coated side down and walked around to the front of the bench, kneeling down and wiping his nose with a rag. "i'm gonna take your gag out, but only if you promise to take it back if i want. do you promise Yugi?" she asked, and yugi whimpered and shut his eyes, nodding his head. "Look at me yugi, open those cute eyes and look mommy in the eyes and nod." she said and tickled his chin. the paddle was burning his poor abused cheeks, but Yugi opened his eyes and nodded, looking at anzu. "OK, then relax your jaw..yup just like that anddd there we go!" She coo'ed, tugging the pull up out and noting the teeth marks in it. "there, i bet that tastes better huh?" she asked. Yugi coughed and gagged a few times, but refrained from spitting then gave out a weak whimpering yes. "now my naughty little sissy loser." anzu coo'ed and stroked his hair. "i have a choice for you. Mommy can spare your cute little balls from a smack from Mr.paddle. but if she does that, then your pissy little pull up goes back in your mouth..or I can dig out a soaking wet diapie out of your diaper pail. " she paused smirked at the face Yugi made at that suggestion. "the diapie will stay in your cute widdle mouth till me and Joey come back by the way. OR.." Yugi gulped, really hoping that he would like the OR option. "Or you can keep your mouth diaper free and take your ball busting like ~snort~ a man." Yugi groaned, he didn't like either choice but in the end if he had to pick between sucking on a pissy diaper or getting his balls smacked... "Hurry up and chose Lil lady, or mommy will do BOTH." Anzu added, tapping her wrist. "Smack my balls smack my balls smack my balls!" Yugi yelped out, and a spurt of pee hit the cold stone floor of the basement dungeon. (this was exactly why they had refused to put in hardwood or a carpet.) "well if your sure." Anzu teased and kissed Yugi's cheek, licking off the tear trail and got up, grabbing the paddle and making sure to avoid his little puddle. "For the record, you know you're going to be cleaning that up before i put you down for your nap right?" Anzu commented, swinging the paddle a few times and zeroing in her aim. "Y-yesh mommy. I'll get get the mop and be a good widdle maid!" Yugi whimpered, shaking in fear, he KNEW how much this was going to hurt! "Oh, who said anything about a mop.. You'll be LICK it up..unless you want extra smacks on your cute widdle balls." She chuckled, and tapped the paddle on his exposed nuts, the liquid heat mostly off by not but still burning his sensitive little orbs. "No! no no! I'll lick it up mommy!" Yugi wailed and Anzu giggled. "Good girl!" she praised, the drew back and slammed the paddle home. Joey was out of the shower and dried off, in his dress pants and a dress shirt, combing his hair as a ear piercing scream filled the house. "..that..that can't be good." he said to himself but went back to work getting himself ready, praying the neighbors hadn't heard anything. Yugi came to as finished taping the last of the extra thick, super crinkly pink princess diapers around his hips and smiled sweetly down at the sore sissy. "welcome back to the land of the living. we'll have to start working on your balls more so you build up more of a tolerance." She said and blew Yugi a little kiss. Yugi for his part just groaned but lifted his legs up for Anzu as she grabbed a locking pair of pink plastic panties. the plastic panties and the diapers together was over kill but yugi himself when they had first started this begged for massive thick diapers that would make him crawl, PLUS loved how warm and uncomfortable all that padding under the plastic pants could get. At least he did normally but after what had just happened he wasn't about to argue with mommy. "I'm glad you woke up though, Mommy needs to finish setting up widdle sissy loser Yugi up to suffer for a few hours so she can go get ready for her night on the town with a real man." She said and snapping the lock on the plastic panties into place, she tickled his tummy. "maybe when we come back for you, I'll take you out with you still all dressed up, you can let everyone see what a little sissy baby you are, wouldn't that be fun?" She added, , turning away now to go and pick a dress for her little wuss. Yugi blushed deeply at that. it was a idea that both excited him but he also knew how DUMB it would be, and struggling to sit up on the changing table he shook his head. "Nooo mommy! No outsies. Dem i can't make money n spoil you." yugi whined, going to slid his thumb in his mouth and realizing just now that his hands were in his pink locking mittens, making them useless. "well i suppose thats a fair point. Maybe we'll save it for anther time." anzu said and winked, coming over with a short pink dress,the skirt portion wouldn't even cover HALF of his massive diaper butt, and the top half had puffy shoulders and a little heart on the chest, with 'sissy loser' written in purple cursive in the heart. this along with his pink booties and mittens, and pink diapers had Yugi feeling like Such a little sissy loser and even as he lifted his arms up to help mommy get the dress on him, he was rocking back and forth in his diapies. with the dress tugged down anzu smirked and then lifted yugi up and down to the floor, pointing over to the puddle of urine that had naturally, gotten bigger. you're gonna go and be mommies good little piss drinker right?" she asked sweetly, then looked over at the paddle then back to Yugi. the message was clear and with his fat diapered bottom wiggling back and forth, and crinkling loudly, Yugi crawled over and leaned down. sticking his touge out a little bit, he dipped it into the puddle and made a face, but a impatient sign from mommy told him to hurry up and yugi closed his eyes. 'just pretend it's a soda thats gone bad.' he thought to himself and started to lap the puddle up. watching Yugi actually slurp up his piss, anzu curled a lip in disgust, she hadn't really been gonna beat his ass again if he hadn't, just scolded him since she wouldn't of had time to get ready if she had to re-diaper him. she would of assumed Yugi knew that but there he was, slurping down his puddle and as he finished, he gave her a weak smile. "T-tastes good mommy." he said. "..well then, if you like it so much, you can drink it more often." anzu said, smiling sweetly and laughing mentally at the look of panic on his face. "Now crawl over to mommy so she can tie you down to your crib and leave you to lay here and think about what a total loser you are, that you'd rather suffer down here in a hot stuffy basement in thick diapers and with a gut full of piss instead of going out with your gorgeous girlfriend." she teased. Yugi gulped but crawled over, and stopped at her feet, reaching up with his arms and she smiled and picked him up, sitting him on her hips and headed for the crib, pausing to look in the mirror in the nursery. "Your SUCH a loser yugi." anzu whispered in his ear. "Maybe me and joey will get drunk and just come home and pass out, leaving you down here, still a virgin.. a big, sissy baby loser virgin." she added and smirked as yugi whimpered, but started to hump her side. getting over to the crib she ploped Yugi down in it, hard on his butt, but the little sissy didn't complain. instead he crawled and laid down in position, making sure his arms were above his head and legs spread,while Anzu double checked the hands free phone system they had installed in the crib. (all teasing and tormenting aside, when they DID go out and left Yugi in the crib, Her and joey liked to make sure he could be safe, so the phone would allow him to call them, or even 911 if needed..though the phone calls were logged and using the phone for anything but a emergency was a HUGE no no.) with the phone working right, she then double checked all the restraints, making sure they were good and tight, and would hold the loser before snapping them on his wrists and ankles, "ok yugi, test time. try and get free." she said, leaning on the crib rail. Yugi nodded and struggled, tugging and twisting and just working himself up into a sweat, but there was NO getting free like that. "Good. now since you liked drinking your piss up so much, I have a special treat for you." anzu said, then left the side of the crib and as Yugi watched her though the crib bars, she opened up his diaper pail, and made a face, waving a hard. "whew! I should be mad you didn't clear this out like i told you, but it works out!" she said, reaching down and grabbing out two VERY soiled diapers, and putting them in the crib. they were far enough away that if yugi didn't fuss too much he shouldn't get his face in them, but the poor widdle sissy would be huffing their reek all night. "oh, I slipped some poopie pills up your bum while you were out. they should be taking affect soon. have a good nap loser, Mommy lovers you!" anzu giggled and waved bye bye to the little sissy. "G-Goodnight kiss?" Yugi whimpered, and puckered up his lips. "after you were slurping up piss? no thanks. " anzu said and walked away laughing, leaving yugi to squirm and whimper, and throb in his pampers. After a quick shower and a change into a evening gown, anzu and joey who looked very dashing in his dress clothes headed out, with her telling him all about what she had done to Yugi. "I kinda feel a little guilty." she admitted. "I really went over board with it today and hope he'll forgive me." "ah come on." joey said, taking a sip of champagne as they rode the limo that Yugi had booked. "Did he say his safe word at ANY time during all of it?" "well no..but I think he was scared too." "well let me ask you this.. when you were beating on his ass, and making him lick that piss up.. did it feel better then when you normally dom him? making him do stuff he actually hates as punishment for being too much of a sissy baby loser to man up for a full night?" As he spoke Joey moved in closer and then kissed and nibbled on anzu's neck. "J-joey! Uhh.. well.." She paused, an drained her own glass of the bubbly. "It.. it felt awesome..and I was so pissed off at him." She admitted. "and when you told him no kisses, I bet your panties were soaked." Joey added,, pausing from the kissing to refill her glass. "God yes! the look on his stupid little face!" she said, then covered her mouth. "hey, it's ok..admit it..you don't just call him a loser and berate him so he can cream his pissy pampers.. You really do think he's just a diaper filling loser. right?" Joey asked and smirked, a hand reaching out and fondling anzu's tits, giving her the attention that that stupid diaper filling sissy never could and making her feel wanted as a woman..not as a mommy. "Ah..oh fuck.. Joey.." "In fact, i don't think we should go back to the house at all.. do you REALLY wanna let that diaper shitting sissy loser fuck you?" Joey asked, setting his glass down and rubbing her breasts with both hands. "F-Fuck..no..I..I wanna fuck a real man.." She moaned, and then pulled Joey in for a deep kiss, mashing her touge with his. There was a clock in the nursery, close to the crib and it was lit by the nightlight that provided the only light source in the stuffy basment. Yugi had already soaked his diapers and added to the stench to the room, filling out the seat of his diapers with a mushy load that had at first been nice and soothing but after a few hours was making his bum and crotch itchy and uncomfortable. he had drifted off into a uneasy sleep only to wake up when he had turned enough to plant his face in the seat of one of the taped up dirty diapers and had noticed that it was after 11. Joey and anzu should of been back by now, but here he was, still stuck in his crib, still a big loser sissy, and now a stinky one at that. he's give it till midnight before he tried calling them though, and hoped that they were ok, even as a nagging little voice in the back of his head whispered to him. "you know they're not coming back for you.. you lost your one and only chance to have sex so you could wiggle around in poopie pampers. you might as well plant your face back in that shitty diaper and hump your diapers, and try to cum because you KNOW your so called best friend is fucking her rotten." Yugi shut his eyes and tried to block out the voice, to ignore the mental images coming to his mind even as he started to wiggle and air hump his stinky poopie diapies, turning his head and planting his face in the other poopie diapers, as he got close to his climax, the last thought yugi would have before conking back out for a few hours.. was he hoped anzu would keep him a diaper humping virgin forever. the end

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merinnan · 4 years

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DMBJ Episode 10

Episode 10, the final episode for season 1!

We begin Episode 10 with the Xiaoge Rescue Count at 10 for Wu Xie, 14 for the protagonists, 15 for everyone

And the Wu Xie Swoon Count at 5

- We open back up on a slight recap of Wu Xie being a little shit, and it's delightful

- I love how when Wu Xie sits in the other chair, the lead boduguard dude is like surprised Pikachu face, Huo Xiuxiu is shocked, and Xie Yuchen is like, hmmm, interesting

- And Granny just closes her eyes with a brief sigh

- For she has triggered stubborn little shit Wu Xie

- And I think she knows it

- She's like, enough of this shit, and Pangzi is like, nope, my turn to stir it up

- Some subtle threats, a brief scuffle, and now what are you up to, Pangzi?

- Oh, they settled down a bit once he left, being the troublemaker. Or at least the over troublemaker

- And now Xie Yuchen playing a bit of a peacemaker

- Hmm, I wonder who the 'friend' in question is?

- Just stay sitting in the seat until half past four

- Simple tasks like that are never simple

- So now I'm super curious what's going to happen between now and 4:30

- Wu Xie is suspicious. Because he's smart like that.

- Oh, another fishy with sneks!

- And god, the auctioneer lady's wig is AWFUL

- Oooh, there's something important or weird about the left side seats in the upper floors.

- Let's see what happens here

- lol, the attendant's face when she came in and saw Wu Xie sitting in that chair

- There is apparently Some History with these chairs

- Xiaogeeeeee

- God, Chengcheng, food, and money. Can't she just like shut up about it for once?

- I feel like I'm missing something with this lantern here. I don't get why everyone is staring at it.

- Or why everyone is applauding once it's put up

- Yes, Xiaoge is definitely dressed like a staff member. And staring up where Wu Xie is.

- Pangzi's back, and evidently now knows about the seat

- Oh, so apparently the lantern is tied to Wu Xie sitting in the seat

- It's creating quite a stir

- Oh, Wu Xie now seems to realise what this is, I think?

- Huh, I thought it was just me thinking that using bells for bidding was odd, but no, Pangzi has confirmed that the auctioneer girl is pretty good to be able to tell which bell is which

- Her hearing used as a detection tool. Why am I now thinking of Liu Sang?

- Oh shit. That's what that means.

- And that's why Granny is so fucking smug about it.

- Ouch.

- It's okay, it's the last episode, so I'm sure it'll turn out fine.

- WOW her hearing is good to pick that up

- God damn it Pangzi

- Why do you always have to start shit like this?

- I think Xiaoge realises his Wu Xie is about to be in trouble

- I like these little hints we're seeing of early Xiao Sanye

- Lol, Pangzi pulls out a hidden baton, all the grey suits pull out batons, and he looks so shocked that he's not the only one with one

- Go, Pangzi, go!

- Oh, ouch

- Ahahah, thank you, Wu Xie. This is the Wu Xie I like to see.

- Oh, kicking a girl like that, tsk tsk

- Them trying to drag Wu Xie out his chair, and him clinging on for dear life

- He's so stubborn. I love him.

- Granny casually drinking tea while there's this huge fight going on around her

- Xiaoge keeping an eye on things

- OH YOU CHEATING BITCH

- Pangzi to the rescue, keeping the chair propped up!

- But like

- FUCK YOU YOU CHEATING BITCH

- YES TIME UP HE WON YOU LOST

- And now Wu Xie enters the fray

- Hahaha, good girl, Chengcheng. Like, I still don't like or trust you, but sometimes you do good.

- Granny was NOT expecting the silly little girl to take out her guy like that

- I like Yuchen's reactions here. Everyone else seems either surprised, or angry, or smug, and he's just like "...this is interesting."

- I know Xiaoge's gonna turn up any second now, and I can't wait

- But for now, I'm enjoying Pangzi being a badass, kicking people down stairs

- Yuchen to the rescue! Nice

- And Wu Xie thinks he looks familiar, so now I'm wondering where they know each other from

- XIAOGE! YES! Just casually walking out from the side with his hands in his pockets. Shit is about to get real

- Xiaoge Rescue Count is now 10 for Wu Xie, 15 for the protagonists, 16 for everyone

- It seems Granny has sent her guys after them

- Wu Xie's expression is like "you have to be fucking kidding me"

- Pangzi is like, yes, time for a fight!

- I can't entirely blame her, because Wu Xie is still baby and has not yet developed the reputation that he'll have later on

- But I certainly see where his reputation is starting

- This ep is confirming that Pangzi is a much better character outside the Lu tomb. It's as if Pangzi in the tomb was a doppelganger with a different personality that's similar enough to fool people into thinking it's real

- Pangzi beating up Granny's guys while Wu Xie and High Shao...just stand and watch?

- Oh, now they're finally trying to run

- Pangzi continuing to single-handedly keep the Huo guys at bay

- A narrow alleyway seems like a bad place to run into, guys

- Grey suited guys have obviously never learned that you should never split the party

- No, I'm not sure you're safe just yet, guys. Maybe hide a bit longer.

- Your shoes aren't exactly quiet, since they're dress shoes

- Wu Xie still proving that he's the smart one

- Chengcheng, they already know who you are. Forget the dumb phone.

- Unless you have some ~~secrets~~ on there. Like who you really work for?

- Wu Xie, baby, no, don't do that - You're too nice sometimes

- You're a good boy, too, High Shao

- AND THERE WE GO

- I KNEW SHE COULDN'T BE TRUSTED

- I'm wondering why it took her so long to make her move

- Wu Xie Swoon Count: 6

- Wu Xie, you still don't get it, do you?

- Chengcheng, why are you surprised at his naivete? You've been pretending to be his friend for how long now? Haven't you realised yet that that's just who he is?

- I'm impressed Wu Xie managed to stand up with his ankles tied like that

- She's not wrong, they were all fucking idiots when it came to just trusting her like that

- No, Wu Xie, she's not your friend

- I'm confused. If she wanted the fishy, why didn't she just take it once she knew Wu Xie had it? Or did she know there were 2 & she wants both of them?

- I'm pretty sure he didn't give his away anywhere, and he told Granny he had it, so his can't be the one at the auction.

- Wu Xie, Wu Xie, Wu Xie. She doesn't care. It's sweet that you're trying, and you wouldn't be Wu Xie if you didn't, but it's not going to work.

- No, sweetie, A-Ning is so much better than you are. She's at least honest about who she is, and has some kind of ethics.

- Oooh, who's come with a motorbike. I can think of three possibilities. Now we'll see which one it is.

- Oh, and it was one I didn't think of

- I'll give her credit for being a good actress, though. Or, at least, she's good at pretending to be a silly, flighty girl. I'm not sure if she knows how to put on a different act than that.

- How did she miss that she dragged them next to a broken bottle? Like, even being in a hurry I feel that that's something she should have noticed. It's not like it's hidden, it's just right there under the window where she put them.

- Oh, she's a pretty good fighter, too.

- Zipties? Oh, honey. Wu Xie, you need to learn how to break zipties without needing something sharp to cut them.

- I'm sure Ershu can have Heiye teach you, if Xiaoge doesn't teach you first

- A pink car. OMG. That is such a cliche.

- And hey, it's Huo Xiuxiu. For a sec I thought it was going to be Chengcheng, and if it was, I was gonna be so mad that she'd somehow got a custom pink car just waiting for her in Beijing

- But I can accept Huo Xiuxiu having a pink car

- And they're back home already? Just like that, with no other explanations?

- Yes, Sanshu, you were rather careless

- Hang on, how did they know the guy's name was Qiu Dekao? I mean, I get that Sanshu might have, but why was the name familiar to the boys?

- Poor Sanshu, so cut up about Wenjin's niece turning out to be a fake

- And now, mysterious photograph of mystery that High Shao has found online

- Aaah, 20 year old photo of Sanshu and Xiaoge (and others)

- I know what's coming up next, then!

- Well, not in the like 5 mins left of the season

- But maybe in season 2

- Why are they now talking about some box that hasn't been mentioned at all so far?

- Sanshu's at-home outfit is pretty smart, though. That subtly patterned white shirt with black slacks and black vest

- It seems a lot of convenient fires conveniently burn important documents in DMBJ shows

- Yes, Sanshu, how can they look so alike

- I wonder what it is that you've just realised, that's so important you just abruptly threw Wu Xie & High Shao out and locked the door behind them

- Did they send the photo to Pangzi as well? Since he began talking about Xiaoge being a mummy as soon as they called him

- Ah, there are two fishys. I didn't miss something there.

- Hm. Messy shoes in the entryway. That's not a good sign.

- Ofc Sanshu has gone & run off on them

- Probably doesn't want to drag them into a mess again

- After how the last one went

- And especially with that gang after the same kind of stuff

- It's okay, Wu Xie, Xiaoge might have left without saying goodbye but he was still watching out for you when it mattered

And with that little narrated epilogue, both episode 10 and season 1 come to an end!

Season 1 Xiaoge Rescue Count was 10 for Wu Xie, 15 for the protagonists, 16 for everyone

Season 1 Wu Xie Swoon Count was 6

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