#it was simultaneously fun and a total bitch to work with

[jiminrings]

PRESIDENT JAY EM RINGS PLEASEEEE I AM DANCING LIKE A COURT JESTER HERE PLEASEEEEEE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE MATURE JEALOUS JK SNEAKIE PEEKIE PLEASEEEE

mature: the jealous sex drabble sneak peek

wherein you become a TA alongside yoongi, and jungkook has no choice but to prove his superiority in other ways

If you had to isolate one thing about Jungkook (just one, singular thing) that both annoys the living hell out of you and endears you to him to the point that it gets you closer, if that was even possible — it would be his inability to let go of things.

In his process of climbing up the ranks to become your boyfriend, Jungkook’s inability to let you distance yourself from him without getting into numerous fights and an incessant amount of groveling cemented him in your life in the first place.

He’s mouthy and nitpicky, yet he knows diligently when to shut up and just take it. He harnesses the perfect amount of stubbornness that would make you cave after several negotiations here and there, but never excessive to the point that you’d feel the need to post about him on Reddit with a seething heading of “my partner M27 pretends to faint in front of me every time I tell him I don’t want to cuddle”. 

(Jungkook isn’t even faking it.)

Jungkook knows that he’s not the go-to guy for a lot of practical things. He knows that he’s not the one you run to when you need to go over your reviewer for your oral exam that’s worth 70% of your grade, because that’s Yoongi’s place.

Jungkook’s there when you need to get your shirt ironed to perfection without any creases (even in the tricky part of the underarm-to-midline area), and he’s also there when you need someone to poke holes at your seemingly airtight presentation proposal. He is there, but it doesn’t mean he’s the best guy for the job.

Jungkook is and will be there for anything that you need, require, and desire of the world even, but he knows to himself that he can’t be utilized in the way you can bond with Yoongi.

(He hates that stupid, intellectual son of a bitch.)

Your boyfriend knows in his heart of hearts (he knows that it exists somehow and someway) that although he’s not the most optimal partner around for the technical, higher-process things that fill up your everyday life, he’s trying his best to catch up. Jungkook studies voluntarily now (70% to impress you and get you to call him your smart boy, and 50% to make an attempt at getting an above passing grade in all his classes) and even better than before, he loves listening to you.

Jungkook, your (occasionally smart) beloved, listens when you tell him about your day.

He listens and hums and replies when you tell him how tiring it is to be a TA, and how you’re simultaneously excited because it feels so fulfilling to be praised and approached.

He listens and laughs and his eyes twitch slightly when you tell him how fun it is to be a TA alongside Yoongi, because the both of you would have glowing recommendations after the gig and your superiors keep telling you that you’d probably end up at the same place of work after graduation.

He listens and smiles very tightly and squeezes his fists roughly against your pillows when you tell him how some juniors keep muttering that they want to have the uni experience of being smart and being a TA with their partners, supposedly like how you and Yoongi look to them.

Jungkook, a man of his word, will catch up to you.

Jungkook, a man of his word and an even bigger man of his overcompensation, will beat Yoongi.

“You know what they say about guys with big brains,” your boyfriend tuts out of nowhere, looking up from his laptop that only had Yoongi’s LinkedIn profile up for the past half hour while he stews in annoyance. “Really, really small dicks.”

“Where’d that come from?” you immediately snicker, looking up from your actual reviewer, putting your highlighter down to indulge Jungkook in what you’re sure of is just a random conversation.

Just a random conversation out of nowhere that’s totally not fueled by the jealousy he’s been harboring the past few weeks.

“I’m not citing my sources to you,” Jungkook huffs, closing his screen unceremoniously before crossing his arms, shaking his head slowly. “Such a shame about Yoongi.”

Now that you think about, you should’ve seen it coming from a mile away.

You should’ve been suspicious when it was Jungkook himself who asked how Yoongi did awhile ago with a shit-eating grin on his face, as if he’s just gathering all the pent-up frustration he has for the sake of being over with it.

You snort at the implication, the excitement of what could possibly be running in Jungkook’s mind slowly hitting you. “Well, I heard from a friend that he’s really end-…”

“Don’t give a fuck,” he rasps immediately, clicking his tongue. He doesn’t want to hear about what you heard about Y**ngi being well-endowed. He doesn’t want to hear anything but you.

“When you said that fun trivia,” you start, rolling your eyes playfully as you stand up from your desk, joining him on the bed. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch like he usually does to accommodate you; he just lies there, seeing you adjust to his strapping figure on your twin bed. “You do know that you were kind of insulting yourself, right?”

“That I’m not smart but I can fuck you dumb?” he shrugs carelessly, willing himself to not react when you sit on his lap seemingly innocently, embracing him warmly whilst fixing his bangs. “Not really an insult to me.”

The laugh that leaves your lips was purely unintentional.

“You don’t believe me?” he tilts his head, his eyes still bordering on playful yet there’s something behind them that’s even bigger, something you can place as none other but Jungkook’s sheer will to prove himself.

“I don’t think you’re dumb, Kook,” you placate him, the gentle smile you have on your face breaking at the edges into something more intoxicating for him; something more provocative that would set him over his limits. “Just like I believe you haven’t exactly fucked me dumb either.”

The grin on your boyfriend’s face would be appalling if not for the stern grip he has on your thighs, fingers digging resolutely at the flesh with the politest, most harmless known tone to man, even if his words were anything but.

“Now you sound like the dumb one between us,” Jungkook laughs, his sweet laughter going straight to your ears as he noses your cheeks, teeth grazing your jaw as he refuses to kiss you when you try and catch him. “You don’t remember, baby? Don’t remember how I’m the only one who can worship you like this?”

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yippee!!! the return of The Super Genius aka mature jk <3 missed him so bad u guys have no idea (it was nearing 478jk levels of yearning i fear...)

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this installment will be posted here on tumblr, march 8th, saturday, 12 am kst :D

[unintentional-edgelord]

Okay! For FTGFTF, I would love to know - which characters are…

Your favorite to write?

the EASIEST to write?

Your least-favorite to write?

The HARDEST to write?

I know that’s a lot so please don’t feel obligated to answer all of them!!

Oh nooo... another ask... what shall I do... Nah I love this kinda thing, thank you my good dude ;P

TL,DR:

Favourite is Ashe (Vent and Pandora a close second and third).

Easiest are the Trouble Twins (mostly Prom, but I like fancy insults so Pandora and Aeolus come in close.

Least Favourite is MASTER ALBEEEEERT (followed by the other Masters and Thetis because I can't unsee him as a brat).

Hardest is Aile unfortunately (with Atlas and Siarnaq close behind).

Okay! Let's rock and roll! More detailed explanations below.

FAVOURITE TO WRITE

Ashe! My sassy girl, I love her SO SO MUCH; she's got such a bold and brash personality with a lot of depth to her that every time I take a pen to the page 9/10 times I'm grinning when I write her.

I see myself in Ashe a bit, what with the way I treat her confidence as a bit of a "fake it till you make it," sort of vibe, and her interactions with literally everyone are DELIGHTFUL. She also gets the best lines! And my love for terribly sugary drinks.

Honourable mentions go to My Favourite Himbo Vent because he's so unabashedly proud to be himself, and Pandora for reasons I'll get into below.

EASIEST TO WRITE

To absolutely nobody's surprise, it's Prometheus, with his sister close behind.

I don't know if it's because this bitch has been one of my muses for YEARS, or how long I'd been fleshing him out before I sat down to write the fic, or even because I used to be quite hot-tempered and relate to him like that as a result, but his dialogue seems to flow quite naturally for me. It also helps that A: his Japanese VA will forever have a special place in my heart and did such a fantastic job in the audio dramas, and B: his English VA has such a distinct delivery with odd emphasis on syllables that it's easy for me to hear his "voice" when I write his lines. If it doesn't sound like something I could hear either VA doing, I rewrite the line.

It's probably because I have a sibling myself that I find Pandora pretty easy to write too, and also because I've spent so long fleshing her out. I feel like I'm able to slip pretty seamlessly now between "Pandora The Witch," where she's being cold and terrifying to everyone to "Pandora The Person," snarky to her brother with a GODAWFUL sense of humour. Sibling banter is FUN!

Also, Pandora is a whole ass young lady with a body count of the murdery kind, and I've been doing my DAMNDEST to ensure she's not a "cute moe" I've seen so many people turn her into. I think my ensuing spite from that stereotype meant I did what I could to flesh her out and in the process learnt to have fun writing her. Her distinct speech patterns make it easy to hear her "voice", too!

Honourable mention to Aeolus because I get to pull out flowery language and I often find myself pulling faces at the screen to mimic his sneer, lol.

LEAST FAVOURITE TO WRITE

Master Albert, hands down.

He's my third most despised villain in all media ever (Griffith from Beserk and the villain of @dumpsterfirepropaganda 's original work have first and second place, respectively) and it makes me not enjoy writing him at all. My dislike for the dude is that high and every time I gotta write him I want to roundhouse kick him.

In the face.

One honourable mention goes to Thetis. I've not quite nailed down his characterisation and even though he's quite a tragic character, the way he warbles out his line after you beat him makes him come across as simultaneously bratty and hilarious. Which means unfortunately I haven't been able to shake thinking of him as a total brat vs the sad character he actually is. I'll get there I'm sure! Hopefully this dislike doesn't come through in the next chapter...

Master Thomas and Master Mikhail are also in here too because I haven't quite gotten their balance of "Their Job As Masters vs Them As A Person Yet," and also I want to punch Master Thomas.

Very hard.

HARDEST TO WRITE

Aile.

Aile I love you.

You'll always have a special place in my heart as the first ZX character I played the game with.

But by the GODS I struggle to write you.

Aile chilled out so much between ZX and Advent that it's been hard getting a balance with her, even WITH reference notes to flesh her out more, and I also don't want her to feel too similar to Vent. I've said it once and I'll say it again, I treat all the ZX characters a bit like they're friends I can ring up and hang out with; what do they enjoy doing? What trigger points will upset them? What foods do they enjoy? That kind of thing helps flesh them out, and Aile for some reason has been hard for me to do that with.

For similar reasons, Atlas and Siarnaq are also hard for me to write.

I THINK I've got a bit of a handle on Atlas now as a person as opposed to just being "The Model F Chosen Who Believes In Social Darwinism," and it's been difficult to flesh her out because I wanted to be respectful of her military background and PTSD whilst not reducing her to only that.

Siarnaq on the other hand is a bit of a blank slate, which SHOULD be good, except at what point does he no longer "feel" like Siarnaq when you flesh him out? Who was he before? Exploring that has been fun but trying to strike that balance between him being TERRIFYING vs seeing a more human side of him has been REALLY difficult.

Add that to the fact that the OC I created originally to be an old friend of his "felt" more like an ex-partner, and I've been struggling. As a notorious disliker of OCxCanon pairings because I've seen so many of them make the Canon character OOC, I'm really scared of falling into that trap. I like Riquis! He's my cool cyber cowboy man in pining, but I don't want him to overshadow Siarnaq and I'm worried he has. So I gotta work more to flesh them out as a couple AND as individuals!

If you've made it this far, hope you enjoyed it and thanks for having the patience to read!

[asteria7fics]

Can we have some of your personal style headcanons?

Why yes, dear anon, you absolutely can!

I'll only share SFW ones here, but if you're interested in NSFW ones please let me know d(･∀･○)

This also contains some mild spoilers for the fic I'm currently working on - NOT The Song of Broflovski. If you'd rather go into that totally blind, then maybe skip this answer. Otherwise, read on!

Alright, so let's start from the beginning. I personally write Kyle as figuring out his feelings first, while Stan acts on them first. Neither one is stoked on the idea of coming out (Stan for Randy-trauma related reasons, Kyle for Cartman-trauma related ones) so they don't publicly come out/start actually dating until late high school when they know they're about to skip town and move away to college.

That doesn't stop them from messing around of course, but I'll save that info for a NSFW drop. (¬‿¬)

I also really like the idea of their relationship not changing massively even after they've become an official couple. They still fight, they still do a lot of the same activities together, and they never really adopt any pet names outside of still calling one another 'dude' all the damn time. Just two straight dudes in love, honestly.

Kyle is Stan's #1 defender, and will go to war with douchebags in the comments of Stan's social media posts (hard headcanon him as still being a musician/leaning really hard into his passion for music. Crimson Dawn is definitely still a thing in the Asteriaverse). You dare to talk shit about Stanley Marsh on the internet?? In front of God and everyone?? Baby you're getting doxed. Bye.

He also just unironically loves the music Stan makes, with Crimson Dawn and otherwise. Like, shitty phone recording from a performance as his ringtone kinda love. I think Kyle would have pretty eclectic music taste in general, but I like the idea of them bonding over the kind of stuff Stan would want to make.

I like to think Stan is more of a bad/freeing influence on Kyle. My Kyle has a little bit of a stick up his ass, especially as he gets older and there's more pressure on him to excel in school. Stan really becomes the person that wraps him up in a blanket after a long day of studying, passes him a drink and puts on Monty Python so they both can just relax and have fun together.

And they're absolutely the guys at the party standing in the corner by the drinks, cracking jokes to one another while they watch everyone else make complete asses of themselves. Just in their own little world, until they get properly drunk and end up making out in a bathroom or some shit. Just messy bitches.

They simultaneously communicate extremely well and absolutely horribly. They have the kind of connection where one look says it all, but when it comes down to deeper issues and arguments they're both trash at communicating their feelings. Kyle gets too heated and just starts RANTING while Stan can barely articulate a singular feeling. Eventually Stan figures out that he kinda just has to let Kyle get his shit off his chest and eventually he'll calm down enough to help Stan sort out his feelings too, but those first couple years? Rough haha no smooth sailing for my boys I'm afraid.

Alright, I'm gonna stop here because I could probably sit here and talk about these losers all day. These are pretty surface level, both because I don't want to spoil too much and because I'm always forming new headcanons for them! Really specific ones usually come to me in the moment while I'm writing, so I'll definitely come up with more before this next project is finished!

Thank you very much for the ask!! ( ´⌣`ʃƪ)

[aezran]

DISCLAIMER

As you may have noticed, to say I like Harry Potter would be an understatement. I’ve loved the saga since I was a little kid, before the movies existed. My love for the Harry Potter saga is one of the first feelings I can remember experiencing. A feeling such as that can’t be easily forgotten, even when you grow up and realise you idealised a story with massive plot holes and a writer who’s a massive dickhead.

MY FICS

I am working on a very long fic (five in total, around 150k words each) Snape-centric, introducing neurodivergent, disabled and LGBTQ+ characters into the Harry Potter world. You can find it here.

ABOUT ME

He/She/They/It, I accept everything.

20ish.

Slytherin.

Aroacespec.

I don't suffer from autism. I thrive in it.

In love with Severus Snape in an unhealthy way since before I knew he was one of the good guys.

In love with Alan Rickman since before I even watched the Harry Potter movies.

I understand that Severus is not perfect. He made mistakes that can be considered unforgivable. I understand he did act in a toxic and unhealthy way. I still would [REDACTED]. Moreover, those are the reasons why I love him.

Deeply disappointed with jkr. Her behaviour hurts me up to the point I prefer not to speak about it and pretend she doesn’t exist at all (I’ll never leave the denial phase). Harry Potter wrote itself. EDIT: I have left the denial phase. I am now in the rage phase.

If I write in a way that sounds too specific and weirdly articulate or if I make grammatical errors, please consider that English isn’t my first language and that mine is way more complex.

I might get unhinged sometimes. Some other times, I might be a bitch. The fun comes when both those things happen simultaneously.

This is not my main blog, and I do not intend to share my main one here. You can still find it if you look close enough, though.

DNI

Terfs

Transphobes

Homophobes

"Asexuals don't belong in the LGBTQ+ community" squad (you're a whole other level of stupid) (also class traitors)

Conservatives in general

[bigbitchdyke]

Soapboxing for a moment but that last post brought up some really fucked memories of people I've befriended/dated who were absolute nightmares and who tended to have idiotic opinions on addition to massive emotional toxicity. This is me venting so if you don't wanna read this, skip!!

Some fun examples:

- "goth anarchist" who I had to ask THREE DIFFERENT TIMES to stop making Hitler jokes at me (I'm a Jew, she's German by heritage) who also had the most fetishistic view of black men of anyone I've ever met

- "soft tboy" who verbally/emotionally abused me & gaslit me on the daily for years of my life (currently works with kids in the educational system 🙃)

- polycule "throuple-couple" who asked me to fly out halfway across the country to visit them for a week; who then broke up with me THE DAY I ARRIVED & stranded me in a dirty motel

- the most "Human Resources Manager" gay man you can possibly imagine who fought and died on the hill of "yes it's totally normal and reasonable to dock >20% of an employee's paycheck to pay off unreasonably high student debt"

- "aromantic lesbian anarchist" who was still obsessed with her shitty straight cis *ACTUAL REAL LIFE PEDO* ex-bf, who would routinely blow off plans with me to spend time with him instead with zero warning

- "open-minded d&d bisexual couple" who used "crackheads" as punchlines for every other joke, who kept trying to get me to fuck them while simultaneously treating my actual real life partner (also a part of this d&d group) like she didn't exist.

- Rich bitch child of a Midwest corpo CEO who left my best friend and partner stranded in downtown Chicago at 3am after promising to pick her up and drive her back home (who also held some of her property hostage until she "paid what she owed - $20 for gas lmaoo)

- Mid-2010s popular Tumblr/Twitter poster that I dated who falsely accused me of SA after I (privately) told her she was being an asshole after she PUBLICLY ACCUSED an ex of hers (that was my friend) of abuse to an audience of 100,000 TWITTER FOLLOWERS (after mooching off her ex's money for 2+ years and, imo, treating her like absolute garbage during)

- one thousand variations of tenderqueer who think drug users/addicts are the scum of the earth and that any form of radical political change is "making the rest of us look bad"

Soapboxing over, I'm just thankful that I've more-or-less left the era where I've been in close proximity to shitty people like this behind. More than a few of these experiences I described gave me trauma that has lasted almost a decade now and most got zero consequences for how they hurt me and hurt people I care about :)

[prestigiouspea]

Why is it that as soon as the next gen comes around or a previous gen has kids they just fully fucking forget the concept of being a child. Like I thought the making fun of younger gens was a pre technology thing like blah blah blah we grew up with/without x y z and that we as then the youngest gen agreed that it was fucking annoying and therefore wouldn't do it. Then gen alpha pulled up and everyone was like WhAt ThE hElL iS a SkIbBiTy ToIlEt, LoL oHiO sIgMa RiZz... It's slang and references girl, that's how it works, we just did this shit😭. WTF is yeet? Sheesh? Dead ass? Big mood? Fucking mint? Bsffr y'all developing memory issues if you're boomerified already. Also you're gonna shit on these KIDS for being stupid as you simultaneously complain that we're slipping into a dystopian society and that we missed out because of that exact thing which has only gotten worse in time. We were born into adobe flash and Omegle, before the total domination of vanity and meme rot. They were born into Snapchat, twitch, and normalized cyber bullying. This "brain rot" is all they know so maybe imagine life from their perspective first. Also side note for parents; how're you gonna bitch about your upbringing and then do the same shit to your child bc "that's how I was raised" DID IT FUCKING WORK?? NO IT WAS JUST TRAUMATIZING SO WHAT'S THE LOGIC HERE??? Anyway my point is that imo y'all are not the pattern breakers you thought you were and reevaluation is in order

[imminent-danger-came]

Your analysis is delicious and thank you for enabling my bitching. We are holding hands.

Your point about the samadhi fire is so right! Like if Red Son got it, it would have to be a completely different arc, everything would have to change. Unrelated but I think Mei, MK, and Red Son all simultaneously being foils of each other is very interesting

TBH I could go on for even more paragraphs about my many problems with how Mei's treated by the fandom so here's some petty complaints I left out of the first ask:

Her getting hypersexualised in a lot of fanart

Her struggles with the samadhi fire only getting used as angst-fuel for other characters and never for herself

Fans only ever addressing misogyny when it's about someone disliking a ship shes in.

She gets compared to Willow from TOH like a lot? I don't know why???

(this one is hyperspecific and very petty) Multiple Youtube vids about LMK that only bring up Mei to talk about how the ship her with Red Son (while making fun of other ships simultaneously for sooome reason...)

girl is canonically into MCR. thats not a complaint i just dont see people talk about it

and thats not even going into how the fandom treats female villains :P

Anyways Mei deserves a gun and LBD and Spider Queen deserve the world

Mei, MK, and Red Son all simultaneously being foils of each other is SUPER interesting. I just talked about Mei and MK as well as Mei and Red Son parallels, and like it SLAPS. I should delve into MK and Red Son parallels, but that's for another time.

On the topic of Mei being compared to Willow, I think it's because they're both green girl characters who are considered "tough"? It's a very vague archetype—but, I think fandom in general likes to put characters into these nebulous categories. Each character gets sanded down to like 3 base traits and everyone calls it good. It's genuinely maddening.

And personally, I don't really ship anyone in LMK (excluding Freenoodles), so the amount of ship art I see and the way ships predominate is very off-putting for me. I think that's mainly because none of the actual show really focuses on romantic relationships (one of it's virtues, I'm an MK is aroace truther), but to each their own. Shipping is super fun, and I totally get it. However, when it gets to the point where no other relationships/dynamics are really focused on, especially on a show so focused on friendship, it just feels off. It feels even MORE off when the only time you discuss the main female lead is to ship her with Red Son.

AND LOL THE FEMALE VILLAINS. MY POOR GIRLS. I don't think I've ever come across a post about Spider Queen (though her henchmans get a lot of love), and really it's a shame. That girl was doomed by the narrative, and BOY was she doomed by the narrative with MK. Granted she's been dead for 2 seasons, but I STILL see Sandy and Huntsman art, so idk. It honestly feels like the misogyny.

Lady Bone Demon and I are best friends and I love her so much. Truly one of the most villains of all time. "No staff and no backup—so, your plan is to fist fight a child?" OH MY GOD SHE'S SO ICONIC. That AND she has fucked up parallels to MK (sorry my boy foils just about every character in this show, he's a reflection), what is there not to love?

She TRIED to go about helping the world the "right" way, attempting to lead someone with real power to be better (as shown in the 3x11 flashback, but on god that scene parallels her whole relationship with spider queen), and IT DIDN'T WORK. So then she tried to "help" the world by starting with a clean slate, and that didn't work. And then you realize that she was doomed by the narrative just as much as anyone else. I'm fucking obsessed with her. Seriously, the "to pain" scene has been in my head for 5 straight months. I'll never stop yelling about it.

I've been listening to Lady Hell by Dirt Poor Robins on repeat thinking about LBD, and I can't help but rotate her in my mind. She captivates me.

[wallflowerimagines]

Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

[thefanficmonster]

Perspective

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse recounts the time he first met his now best friend who too has been gifted with a deep voice.

Requested by two Anons. This fic is a mash up of two very similar requests I got from an unnamed Anon and 🖤🥀 Anon, so a big thank you to the both of you for sending in your requests! I’m really sorry to be posting your requested fic so late but I hope the final product is gonna make the wait you had to endure worth it! If you come across it and read it, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Yeah, yeah ok, I know.“ I can’t help but playfully roll my eyes at the comments that are flooding in, “Before any more people address it - even though it’s only been five minutes - I’m gonna address it myself: I apologize for the absence of the guest I promised would accompany me on this stream. She made the choice to party until late - or should I say early - and is currently probably asleep. And...I just don’t have the heart to wake her.“

In all honesty, all the blame should fall on Y/N’s lack of responsibility but I could never say such a thing - she rarely let’s herself loose and allows herself to have fun so there’s no way I’m gonna hold this one instance against her. Quite the contrary actually: I hope she starts going out and having fun more frequently cause really deserves it. She’s a super hardworking girl, studying college and working her ass off simultaneously.

“For those of you who don’t know who I’m referring to: the girl in question is Y/N, aka Jumpscaretastic, a horror games oriented streamer. She was supposed to join me for this freaky journey but...yeah I’ll have to endure it on my own because fuck me.“ I take a look at my chat again, deciding to keep this interaction with my viewers going for a bit longer before I start the game. I may be stalling but you sure as hell won’t hear me admit it. The game may be terrifying as hell - I have no doubt it is - but I doubt it would affect me so much if Y/N was here.  My eyebrows furrow automatically at the sight of one specific question that I’ve been getting asked quite a lot recently and I’ve been doing my best to avoid it cause the idea - to me, at least - is so messed up. Why, we’ll get into that later. “No- ok, this is the first and last time I’ll be addressing this wild assumption, you guys, so listen carefully. Y/N and I are by no means related. I’m not related to every deep-voiced person on this planet, just FYI.“ Speaking of Y/N’s deep voice which I’ve gotten so accustomed to hearing, I can’t help but recall the first interaction the two of us had when she got invited by Toast for a game of Among Us with us when Felix canceled on us due to technical difficulties. “I may not be related to her but she really put into perspective how other people feel and react when they hear my voice. I, honestly speaking was astonished by hers.“

A few months ago

“Ok guys, since Felix texted me about an hour ago, saying he won’t be able to make it, I invited a friend of mine so I hope that’s ok with you.“ Toast announces when the majority of us have accumulated in the lobby.

“Yeah, all cool. An introduction to them would be nice though.“ Charlie says, tampering with his avatar’s appearance on the in-game laptop.

“Oh, I’m sure she can do that herself.” He says with a bit of a chuckle, “Y/N?“

“I’m here, I’m here.“ 

My gaze moves from my chat to the monitor displaying the game in an instant as though it would reveal to me who the owner of this unfamiliar voice that just travelled through my headphones is. You know how my voice is considerably deep, yeah well this girl’s voice is six feet below that.  My eyes have widened without me even noticing as I hurry to unmute myself despite being a little late to the reaction party which already consists of a ton of ‘OMG’s and “WHOA”s from the rest of the people in the call. Not one of them, however, considers to question the authenticity of the voice.

“Was that a voice changer or something?“ I say, my eyebrows shooting up when I hear the laugh I receive in response to the question - a sound so deep but simultaneously sweet and girly it messes with my head.

“I wish I kept count so I could tell you which number on the list of people who’ve asked me that you fall under.“ The girl, Y/N replies, “But for the record no, it’s not a voice changer.“

Realizing how hypocritical this question probably seems coming from me, I decide to believe her - probably cause she gets nothing if she lies anyways. “Oh, so this is how it feels hearing my voice for the first time, huh?“ I say, slowly nodding my head, still in slight disbelief.

“Yeah, meeting her was quite rattling - in the best way possible though.“ I say, fixating myself back in reality following the little trip back in time to the day Y/N and I met. “She’s now one of my best friends so that should tell you enough.“

It goes without saying that, since she’s my best friend, I know her quite well. That being said, with the detailed knowledge I have on her, I can guess she’s gonna be in for a massive hangover when she wakes up. I just hope she texts me when she does so I can make sure she’s at least semi-functional. Just then, my phone buzzes with a message. Much to my shock, it’s a message from Y/N. Truth be told, I didn’t expect her to be up for another hour or two or three but here she is, sending a simple text that reads:

“My head’s pounding like a drum mid rock n’ roll concert“

There are no emojis accompanying the message, suggesting she’s deadly serious and in quite a bit of pain. Ok, I won’t sugarcoat it - she’s in a fuck-load of pain right now.

“The Sleeping Beauty has awaken and is complaining about a headache, just in case you were wondering.“ I chuckle seemingly nonchalantly as I silently contemplate whether to text her back or call her instead. Who’s gonna know better than my viewers, after all... “You guys think I should call her? Or would that annoy her?“ I ask, furrowing my brows at the chat as I see different responses coming in.

Meh, fuck it -  I think to myself, already taking my phone to call Y/N when the support of my viewers floods in as well.

She picks up after two rings, letting out a sound that sets the tone for the discomfort she’s in.

“Hello to you too.“ I say, putting the call on speaker so my mic can pick up her responses. “Would you please rate the pain you’re in right now on a scale 1-10?“

“A hundred.“ Her strained, raspy and deeper than usual voice comes through, stealing a chuckle from me, “I’m hungover and still a bit drunk. Like, how does that even work?“

“The morning after is a straight-up bitch. Welcome to the world of bad decisions.“ I tell her compassionately, low-key wishing I could go over to her place and provide her with at least a tiny bit of comfort, as much as I can.

“Yeah...“ she sighs halfway dramatically, “Anyhow, we usually text around this time, what’s up with the call?“

“Just wanted to make sure my best-girl wasn’t really dying, you know. Who am I supposed to annoy in Among Us if you’re not there, after all?” I raise my brow and, although she can’t see me, I bet she can probably guess I’m doing that.

“Whatever...“ The same way I can imagine her rolling her eyes while smiling as she said that, “Tell me this, am I wrong or was I supposed to be on your stream today?“

I barely manage to hold in my laughter at the question, “Uh, yeah you were, but...” she doesn’t let me finish my sentence, instead cuts me of:

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, Corpse! I totally forgot. Believe me, if I could roll my ass out of bed I’d hop in but I really can’t. Unless you want me to be a bore for an hour and a half, that is.“

“For starters, you could never be a bore to me.“ I say matter-of-factly, “And for seconds, you’re kinda on the stream anyway...“

“Come again?“ She cuts me off yet again, “You’re calling me mid-stream? If so, hey everyone! Sorry I couldn’t join, I promise to make it up to both you and Corpse soon.“ A yawn comes from her end before she continues, “As of now, I think I’ll go back to sleep.“

“Alright, alright. I’ll call you again later to make sure you’re still alive. Sleep tight.“ I tell her, already hovering my thumb over the ‘Hang up‘ button.

“Won’t let the hangover bite.“ She slurs/murmurs, stealing my opportunity to end the call cause she does it herself.

I stare at my phone for a second, finally becoming aware of the grin that has spread across my face. Eventually, I address my viewers once again, “There you have it, guys. Technically, you can give her a pass for answering the call, especially in her current state, so let’s all agree to not hold this against her, cool?“

A brief look at my chat shows me the ton of fluffy comments that are coming in as a reaction to the interaction Y/N and I just had. One, however, sticks out especially. It reads: ‘You like her or smt?’

“Do I like Y/N?“ I read the comment out loud, a smirk coming across my face, “Of course I do. She’s a darling.“ If I had a webcam on I’d look straight into the lens and wink. That’s probably spark more than enough rumors, but at the very least they wouldn’t be wrong. “I’ve stalled enough, Outlast is waiting.“ I announce, finally starting the game. After all, it cannot be scarier than the conspiracies my fans could come up with. I get it though - from their perspective, we’re already the perfect couple; from my perspective we’re impossible because from Y/N’s perspective we’re best friends.

Ain’t that how it always goes?

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[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 [𝟏𝟖+]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀You was livin’ off of Dru Hill wasn’t Ready for the World，but baby，who is？ Know you prettier than all the El⠀⠀⠀DeBarges never worry ‘bout the Total of the charges ❪I got this❫.⠀〟

word count：8，602

pairing：demetrius edward ゛⠀big meech⠀〟flenory，sr. ❪demetrius edward ゛⠀lil meech⠀〟flenory，jr.❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪cheryl renee ゛⠀salt⠀〟james，circa 1988❫

forewarning：this imagine will contain use of drugs and alcohol，strong language and sexual content. read at your discretion.

fun-size playlist：i. anderson .paak，snoop dogg ⅋ the last artful，dodgr - anywhere，ii. slick rick - hey young world，iii. the art of noise - moments in love，iv.  tyler，the creator，frank ocean ⅋ lætitia sadier - partyisntover╱campfire╱bimmer，v. lloyd - streetlove，vi. earth，wind ⅋ fire -  can’t hide love，vii. amerie - i just died，viii. iggy azalea - the last song，ix. rené ⅋ angela - my first love，x. minnie riperton - inside my love，xi. marvin gaye - i want you，xii. anita baker - been so long，xiii. silk sonic，bootsy collins - blast off. yes，this is sequenced!  ‹𝟹

author’s note：⠀⠀⠀‘’ ⠀⠀⠀I’m slightly ashamed to admit that I’ve been working tirelessly on this piece since late November of last year. I don’t necessarily love it，but maybe it’ll grow on me later y’all，I don’t know？I’m honestly sick of looking at it at this point in time，so I’ma let y’all finally have it. Song lyrics provided by none other than Iggy Azalea with minor alterations done. In order to prevent confusion on y’all’s end，I also wanted to state that I had switched Pepa’s government name for Salt’s being that I thought it’d be more suiting to her character. Happy readings!⠀⠀⠀‘’

Detroit，Michigan · Mid-November of 1988

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

⠀⠀⠀𝓢andra James had been suspended in a cyclone of her own creative process all afternoon. The habitual grey cloud of over-analyzation had swept in and funneled into a mass consisting of a slew of instrumental cassette tapes and paper balls full of unfinished song lyrics or absentminded scribbles scattered throughout the sitting room area of her very own single-family home.

After much deliberation, Sandra has finally subjected herself to the severe case of writer’s block, hurling herself against the back cushions of her navy blue leather sofa alongside the throw pillows and crumpled scraps of paper that simultaneously began to alight the seat upon her arrival with an exasperated sigh.

Her stomach growled ravenous. It was then that Sandra had come to terms with her biggest mistake that evening, she hadn’t eaten in a matter of several hours, and what was a storming brain without the fuel of glucose? She immediately began to brainstorm on a quick solution to her problem, internally battling between take-out Thai food or Pizza Hut, that is until the tone of her pager dissipated her train of thought completely.

Swiftly pushing the foam headphones to her Sony brand Walkman towards the back of her neck, Sandra stretched her hand out towards the Motorola Bravo pager sitting out on the glass top coffee table before her before her eyes skimmed over the triple-digit code currently being displayed on it’s LCD.

911.

Not an emergency, but more so an urgency to return her best friend’s call.

Retrieving her solid Motorola DynaTAC cell phone from it’s place on the abstract rug of the sitting room, her natural manicure danced along the keypad, punching in a number she had memorized since being an adolescent.

“Yo?” Sandra greeted her friend of twenty-two years with little to no enthusiasm at all, knowing that nine times out of ten the information that she was preparing to spew wasn’t that crucial to begin with, but she was wrong, and she knew that once Slick Rick’s “Hey Young World” began to drown through the transmitter. RollerCade had to be poppin’ at this time of night.

“Bitch, what the fuck do you mean ‘Yo?’ You were suppose to be meeting me outside RollerCade an hour ago! What’s the hold up?” Her best friend shouted over the accompanying Hip-Hop track although her voice tended to carry that way often. Sanda stood corrected.

“My bad, Roxxane. I got wrapped up with penning rhymes, you know how it is. Who’s all there anyway?”

“Ohh, no one special. It’s just me, Martin, both Chris’... Oh, and that music producer you like. What’s his name again? Herbert? Herb?”

“Hurby’s there?!” Sandra exclaimed, nearly flying off the couch in search of her Nike Air Trainer SCs.

“Yup!”

“Like right now?!”

“Yeah. Maybe you can slip some of your tapes to him while he’s here. You know they be dope.” Roxxane persuaded, but mostly for her own sake of the opportunity to flap her gums.

“Say no more, I’m on my way!”

“Not in that busted ass Pontiac you ain’t!”

“Why you always dissin’ my whip, Roxxy? You know it gets me where I need to be.”

“Yeah, when it wants to. You know that shit be breakin’ down, girl. I don’t why you be puttin’ on. Makin’ all that dough as a sales lead at Saks and still can’t afford a new whip. It’s a wonder how you even get there on time the way that you do.”

“Whatever, you know I’ma always make somethin’ shake. You just keep that in mind the next time you ask for a lift. I’ll see you in twenty.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it. Peace!” Roxxane hadn’t given Sandra the opportunity of biding her farewell before ending the call.

Sandra could only shake her head at her best friend’s usual antics as she carelessly tossed the hefty cell phone onto the sofa before going to slip her dainty feet into her SCs with her solid 24k rope chain and bamboo earrings swinging from their places on her neck and earlobes from her movements alone. Next came her navy blue leather fringe jacket that coordinated all to well with the “Medicine Ball” colorway of her sneakers and layered over her solid white turtleneck and high-waisted paperbag style acid washed jeans. She was sure to secure her pager onto her waistline alongside her Walkman, stash her notepad full of rhymes and no. 2 pencil inside her Gucci monogram shoulder bag and grab her lanyard before splitting the front door.

Though the baluster to her front porch had progressively froze over throughout the day, it hadn’t one stopped Sandra from using it in assisting her down the steps and into the harsh -15° weather. Ice flurries almost immediately came whisking past her petite frame, causing her to cup her bare hands over her mouth and huff into them before rubbing them together vigorously in order to gain some sort of body heat back.

She was well aware in tonight’s clothing pieces being rather scanty, but she’d risk coming down with a common cold any given day if it meant looking fashionable while doing so and that’s how she’d always been, even as an disobedient adolescent.

She cautiously trudged over the pathway covered in black ice in order to reach the door of the chain-link fence, thankfully without slipping up on her ass. She yanked the fence’s door closed with slight aggression due to the 8.4″ of snow blocking it’s usual pathway before securely locking it and racing towards the driver’s side door of her Pontiac Phoenix where she would unlock it using it’s key before climbing inside and slamming it back shut behind her.

She repeated the same three-step routine she once did outside the parked vehicle in order to keep warm before her trembling hands could even locate the ignition. Absentmindedly turning the key until it aligned with the start point in the ignition switch, Sandra could feel her heart palpitate as the dreadful sound of the engine stalling came to her dismay.

“Nooo!” She muttered between clenched teeth, her numbing fingers gripping the steering wheel in apprehension until her knuckles practically turned white. “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” She coaxed the vehicle, finally witnessing the water vapor pour from her crimson painted lips as she slowly bought the key back to it’s lock point before swiftly bringing it to it’s start point again with the same result. Then again. “Fuck!” She bellowed in frustration, banging her closed fists against the steering wheel before sitting back with a heavy sigh of defeat. She had been jinxed.

She sat there for a stalling moment in contemplation of going back outside in the cold before snatching the key from the ignition, pulling the inner door handle and proceeding to do it anyway. She’d forgotten her quads anyhow. She retraced her every step up until she was standing in the middle of her sitting room yet again with her cell phone pressed against her ear after hitting redial.

“What’s up?” Roxanne answered the phone in such a jubilant manner over the party music that it pissed Sandra off. It pained her that her best friend was having the time of her life without her company.

“Bitch, you jinxed me!” Sandra exclaimed, falling back on her leather recliner with her head in her hand.

“How so? Wait, wait, wait, don’t tell me that, that busted ass Pontiac gave out again? I told your hardheaded ass to let that car go months ago.”

“Whatever, Roxxy. All I need is a quick jump and I’ll be there. You know anybody?”

“Shit, it needs more than that. Your neighbors can’t give you one?” Sandra picked her head up, staring straight into the imaginary camera of life with a stale expression.

“No. You know damn well Mr. Boyd works overnight and Mrs. Green got glaucoma! Why do you think I’m asking you?!”

“Damn, my bad then. What about a taxi?”

“Roxxane, please!”

“Okay! Um, let me think. There is this one man my pops works with at the Cadillac factory, Mr. Charles Flenory. He’s always fixin’ shit for other people, especially that conniving Pastor Swift, so I don’t see why he couldn’t help you out with your situation? Plus him and his family live in Ecorse, that’s closer to where you stay. Just be wary of his sons if they were to pick up, heard bad news about ‘em.”

“Ahh, but I thought you liked trouble?”

“Sometimes. but this ain’t about me right now. Take this number down...”

Once jotting the number Roxxane had given her down on the flesh of the thenar muscle of her left hand and properly bidding her best friend farewell a second time around, Sandra hadn’t wasted a stalling moment on boldly punching the unfamiliar number into her cell phone because she knew if she hadn’t pushed herself to do so, she would’ve been sitting there all night having psychological debates with her own form of anxiety.

The dark cyan corded telephone which was mounted to the floral patterned kitchen walls of the Flenory’s residence had simultaneously began to ring as the eldest child, Demetrius Edward Flenory otherwise known as “Big Meech” or simply “Meech” had discovered a new route into the same overfamiliar property he had been banished from merely weeks ago.

Placing the same exact wad of cash he attempted to grant his father the last time he had seen him beside the glass of tap water he had once sipped from on the kitchen counter, Demetrius raced his way over to the telephone with much attitude, snatching it off the hook before it could ring a second time and blow his whole cover, wondering who could be callin’ the house this time of night.

“Yo?!” His baritone range intimidatingly huffed through the transmitter, serenading Sandra’s eardrums and causing her legs pry shut on instant.

She couldn’t quite understand why her body reacted this way, but she quickly thought of a plan to redeem herself, putting on her best saleswoman voice which was something she was highly experienced at when dealing with all the upper class privileged folks at her day job. If she fucked this up, she was definitely in for the night. No RollerCade.

“Um, y-yes. Hi. I apologize for calling at such an inconvenient time like this, but I was wondering would it possible for me to speak with a Mr. Charles Flenory?” She forcefully grinned as if this stranger on the opposite end of the call could actually see her, double-checking the name written out on her left hand to ensure it’s accuracy.

Demetrius’ initial impression was that the woman speaking sounded fairly young, likely around him and Terry’s age group, if anything. He was oddly banking on her being a possible lead in the demise of his father. A plausible fling would finally put his plan of revenge into execution.

“He’s out right now,” Demetrius lied straight through his teeth, fully aware that his father was upstairs resting alongside his mother. “Who’s speaking?”

Sandra could feel her heart sink in disappointment, knowing she wouldn’t be apart of the RollerCade festivities tonight.

“My name’s Sandra, Sandra James, but everyone calls me Sandy.”

“With a name like that, you’ve got to be a bill collector.” Demetrius was seconds away from slamming the phone down on the hook until she began to reason with him.

“Oh, of course not! A-Actually my friend recommended me this number on a whim. I’m trying to get a jump for my car.”

“Mmcht!” Demetrius kissed his teeth, flicking his 18k Yellow Gold Patek Philippe brand wristwatch in a nonchalant manner. “That’s all? That’s slight work. I can do that for you. Where you stay at?”

“You can?!” Sandra perked up at his offer, but quickly came down on account of what Roxxane had stated in their last phone conversation. By now she had it figured out that she had to have been speaking with one of Charles’ sons which meant no inconveniences. “I mean... I stay on Garland Street. It’s going to be the house with the beige Pontiac parked in front of it.” She stated coolly, nodding her head.

“I know where that’s at. I can make it there in twenty.”

“Thank you so much! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you for this!”

“No sweat. I’m Demetrius by the way, but everyone calls me Meech. I’m Charles’ eldest son.”

“Nice to meet you, Meech. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon?”

“For sure.”

“Thank you again!” Sandra ended the call with the phone pressed against her beaming lips.

She had so much optimism in a person she hadn’t been acquainted with over ten minutes ago. So much for that nuisance Roxxane spoke of.

Roxxane’s sentiments on the Flenor boys turned out to be indeed accurate or at least that’s what Sandra had assumed as she paced behind her security door with a pair of jumper cables in hand. She had been in that same position for the past thirty minutes and counting, anticipating Demetrius’ arrival. She was about ready to throw in the towel until witnessing a scarlet red 1988 model BMW E30 M3 accelerate down her block and park directly in the middle of the street as if they owned it.

She could make out the garbled instrumental of The Art Of Noise’s “Moments In Love” blaring from the custom sound system of their vehicle as she gawked at it, curious to know the occupant who sat behind those tinted windows. By the gold rim detail, she could almost guess a drug dealer of some sorts since that’s all whoever owned them in Motor City nowadays anyhow, but who was she to make assumptions this early on? All she did know was that the vehicle put her Pontiac to shame! She was almost embarrassed by it.

The German owned vehicle was indeed fascinating to Sandra, obviously, just not as fascinating as the driver making an exit from it. This was evident in her sudden symptoms of cotton mouth and piercing dark brown irises as they followed the stranger from the running vehicle to the door of her front gate.

Proximate in Sandra’s complexion if not darker, he stood at a solid 5′8″ in his navy blue colorway Adidas brand Campus 80s sneakers, jet black vinyl parachute trousers, navy blue satin button-up and black mid-length mink fur jacket. By the yellow polarized Cazal brand sunglasses sitting upon his nose, the hefty rope chains looping through an custom M initial and 50 Boyz gold plated pendant and his rattail, Sandra knew she stood correct on his occupation.

That hadn’t once stopped her from tucking the jumper cables beneath her arm as she aggressively scavenged her shoulder bag for her favorite tube of Chanel Rouge lipstick. She swiftly stepped aside in order to touch-up her lipstick in the entryway mirror, smearing a second coat over the dull first coat before tracing her pinky finger around the corners of her full lips to correct any imperfections, tightly rubbing them together and releasing them with a dramatic pop.

She aggressively fluffed and tugged at the loose curls of her honey blonde and chestnut pixie haircut with an exasperated sigh. All she could dwell on in that moment was her regret for not treating them with mousse, oil sheen nor oil itself earlier in the day.

Her train of thought was once again dissipated by three light taps against her security door.

Showtime! She thought, stepping into his view.

“Hi,” Sandra greeted, feeling her heart palpitate while bearing witness to all the features which made him attractive up-close. He could say the same about her. “Meech, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Demetrius chuckled nervously, his clammy hands remained resting in the pockets of his mink because there was just no way in hell a woman, of all people was making him sweat. “You must be Sandy?”

“Of course! I’m so glad you were able to find me in this weather,” She quickly unlocked the security door, watching him carefully step back as she slowly pushed it open before leaning against the frame. “Would you like to come in?”

“Actually I have somewhere to be, so if we could just...” Demetrius whirled his index finger in midair with an animated whistle, the Patek Philippe now visibly glinting on his wrist as he hoped to expedite the process, but Sandra was on to his apprehension.

“You just passed it,” She smirked, nudging her head in the direction of where her vehicle was parked at, causing him to look between the two of them. “My car, I mean.”

“You mean to tell me that, that Pontiac is yours?” He squinted his eyes in disbelief.

“Well everybody’s not as flashy as you, Demetrius. Is there a problem?” She questioned defensively.

“Nah,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Mind if I have a look at it?”

“Feel free!” She exclaimed, handing over her keys with no hesitation in which he happily accepted before proceeding to jog back down the flight of porch steps with her, the jumper cables and a flashlight in tow.

The last very last thing that Sandra wanted to do was make a nuisance of herself while being in his presence, but she’d much rather save him the trip back to her doorstep and herself the embarrassment since she evidently had an idea of what would be said. She had heard it all before.

Sandra stood at his side, aiming her flashlight directing under the hood once he went to prop it open using the support of the strut rod.

“Damn, girl,” Demetrius grunted, batting his full lashes in disbelief at what he was actually viewing as both his hands gripped the perimeter of the open hood. “I ain’t no mechanic or nothin’, but your spark plugs fucked up!”

“Are they really?” Sandra grimaced between clenched teeth, feeling her heart palpitate as she looked between him and the engine of the vehicle as if she could actually identify the problem.

“Hell yeah,” He responded, carefully letting the hood of the vehicle back down. “When’s the last time you had someone look at this?”

“Oh, I-I don’t know really?” Her hands gripped the flashlight with apprehension.

“Well I’m not trying to tell you what to do or whatever, but you better off leaving this shit alone the remainder of the night and comin’ to ride with me in my bimmer.” He stated, briefly brushing his hands off as if that would really rid the oil that stained them.

“Oh, no,” Sandra shook her head, tucking the flashlight beneath her arm along with the jumper cables after powering it off before pulling a pack of multi-surface wipes from her shoulder bag. She held out her hand for his in which he hadn’t hesitated on offering to her before she got down to business, scrubbing vigorously until every stain had been lifted from her sight. “As I was saying before, you’ve done enough for me already. I’ll be okay staying in for the night.”

“Yeah, well I insist,” Demetrius grinned, tucking his numb hands in the pockets of his mink after inspecting them front to back. “Go put up your mechanic shit and grab whatever else it is that you need. I’ll be out here waiting when you get back.”

“Well... If you insist...” Sandra dragged, treading back towards the open fence of her home once again. “It’ll only take a second!” She exclaimed, quickly plodding through the snow in order to reach her doorstep.

She split the security door, stomping the soles of her SCs against the entrance rug to rid the excess snow before gravitating towards the spandrel to exchange the jumper cables and flashlight for her solid white quads. After powering off all the appliances on the first level of her home and locking up, Sandra was climbing into the heated passenger seat of Demetrius’ M3 where Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Can’t Hide Love” played at a low volume and the pungent smell of marijuana and a vanilla scented Feu Orange brand air freshener enthralled her upon her entrance more than the butter interior.

Demetrius had just finished wrapping up an seemingly important conversation on the car’s custom telephone when he decided to finally place his focus on Sandra who was in the midst of placing her quads on the floor in front of her.

“Yo, you mind if I made a pit stop ‘round my way before I drop you off?” Demetrius asked, licking over his thin lips with his right hand gripping onto the gearshift and the other remaining resting on the steering wheel as his low eyes glanced in her direction.

“Sure.” She twitched a smile at him once they locked eyes to ensure her confirmation while adjusting the Cartier Love bracelet secured around her wrist and going to pull on her seatbelt.

“Coo’.” He responded, turning up the volume on his stereo before peeling off into the crisp night.

Fuck a Hurby at this point. Sandra was equally as happy being in the presence of Demetrius.

Demetrius Flenory discreetly pulled his BMW E30 M3 on the side of the overfamiliar GLS plant at a quarter past ten o’clock, a refuge in which him, as well as those apart of his mob used to sling drugs.

Without stalling the engine of his vehicle by recollecting that in fact, there was another occupant besides himself, he instead reached for the buckle of his seat belt, pressing the pad of his thumb into it’s release button before glancing down at his wristwatch for the time.

10：17 PM.

There was only a measly window of time before RollerCade were to shut down for the night, but he hadn’t thought she cared much anymore seeing how she had her face seemingly pressed into her notepad since they were halfway there. If all else failed, he didn’t mind taking her back home. He actually enjoyed the company for once.

“This should only take me a minute.” He stated, watching her aggressively press the led of her pencil into the acid-free sheet of paper within her notepad, from stanza to stanza.

“Yeah, sure.” She responded apathetically— Subconsciously, he was sure— not even bothering to meet his gaze.

“You hungry?”

Of course Demetrius felt a little empathetic of her situation. He took longer than usual arriving to her only to drag her there instead of where she actually wanted to be. Feeding her was the least that he could.

“I could eat.” Sandra played it coy with a simple shrug of her shoulders although the repetitive rumbling in her stomach— In which only she could hear over his preference of R&B— Came as a friendly reminder that she still hadn’t eaten since midday.

“Aight, coo’,” He nodded his head, pulling the inner door handle in order to step outside of the vehicle. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time.” Sandra smiled faintly, anticipating the second his door closed to lower the volume on his stereo so that she could actually hear herself think.

It was as if a burst of inspiration had hit her not even halfway through the ride and she couldn’t help but to take advantage of the situation, even if it all had hailed from Demetrius himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀Damn，well... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Without meaning to seems I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Think I met someone ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But he ain’t really my type，shit ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He only 21 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀His fingers do the talkin’ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Where he’s from，will be his coffin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Every time this nigga drive me ‘round，think I might go down on arson，but...⠀〟

Sandra had only met Demetrius’ acquaintance well over three hours ago and had already begun to familiarize herself with his horrendous habit of time management. One thing she could applaud him on though was keeping his word.

He returned to the idle vehicle forty minutes after the hour with a kraft paper bag stained in grease and a joint rolled with Zig-Zag brand paper. The presentation of it was less than satisfactory in her opinion, but it was the aroma that really made her curious enough to want a taste. Who was she kidding? Hell, she was so hungry in that moment, in fact, she would’ve eaten a horse if he offered it to her.

“I got your food!” He announced, practically gleaming as he handed over the bag of raucous.

“Yeah, forty minutes later,” She scoffed, although politely accepting of it, welcoming it into her lap. “Thank you.” She expressed bashfully, unfolding the bag to spot a plastic hinged food container loaded with a chicken quesadilla, seasoned shoestring fries and Heinz brand ketchup packets.

“I got tied up in some business, my apologies. At least it’s still fresh.” He finally had the opportunity of sparking his joint, glancing over at her spreading light amounts of ketchup over the pile of fries before gracefully going to feed her appetite. “You always eat like that?” He couldn’t resist asking as clouds of smoke poured from his lips.

“Like what?” She inquired with her fist covering her mouth as she silently chewed on her food.

“Like a damn bird.” He chucked, casually taking another hit from his joint.

“I guess you could say that?” She shrugged, having no right or wrong answer to his question as she proceeded to feed her face.

“What about skating? You do that shit often?” He asked, and for a split second made Sandra realize where she was actually intending to be at this time of night besides caught up on his aura.

“Outside of bustin’ my ass at Saks and writing rhymes, yes.”

“Ohh, so that’s what this is about?” Demetrius playfully snatched up the open notepad that had absentmindedly slipped into the console when she went to reach for her meal earlier. Sandra could’ve sworn she felt her heart stop beating when he began to recite the lyrics written about him.

“No, please don’t—” She began to plead with him, outstretching her hand for what was rightfully hers, but she had came a second too late.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀゛⠀We haven’t even kissed yet ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But that just makes me want him more ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Plus he love his momma，yep ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He a family man ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And even though the ratchets love him ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I still think he a gentleman，”

Sandra wasn’t afraid to admit to her own lyrics being subpar, hell, a satire of their initial acquaintance if anything, but it was the delivery of the nursery rhyme that made her embarrassed of it and that told Demetrious everything that he needed to know. This was evidently about him.

The way her cheeks flushed crimson before it came down to her trying her luck again further proved that. She slowly extended her hand out for the notepad that he had clenched within his left just outside the window when their lips coincidentally locked before execution.

The amateur kiss had really only lasted a few seconds, but seemed like forever in Sandra’s apprehension as she was the first to pull back and adjust herself correctly in the passenger seat once regaining possession of her notepad. There was a tingling sensation left lingering on her full lips as she was finally able to distinguish his preferred strain of Sour Diesal.

He had her right where he wanted her, flustered and flirting with the idea of going in for more.

“I-I’m sorry.” Sandra bashfully apologized with her head in her lap as she twiddled her thumbs though she wasn’t all at fault.

“N-Nah, you good,” Demetrius casually pinched the bridge of his nose while shaking his head in embarrassment before his hand found the gearshift again. “Don’t even trip on that. That was on me. I initiated it.”

“Wait, Demetrius...” She readjusted herself in the passenger seat, her leg pulled within it so that she was facing towards him before reaching for the key in the ignition switch and turning it until it aligned with the “ACC” point where “My First Love” by René & Angela could still be heard playing at a low volume on the stereo. “I’d be lying to myself if I said that I wasn’t feelin’ you as much as I said I was in my rhymes. I’m just... Scared? Scared of what you’ll think of me after tonight if I actually fell through with this. If I’m being honest here, I ain’t never did no shit like this before.” She snorted in amusement at the words that escaped her lips not even a minute ago as she raked her fingers through the loose curls of her pixie, her head remaining within her lap.

“You don’t ever have to worry ‘bout no shit like that happenin’ with me, ‘cause I ain’t the one to kiss and tell, baby,” His relatively large hand went from clutching the gearshift to caressing her beaming cheeks, causing her to finally gaze at him. “I’ll be as slow and gentle as you want me to be.”

“Promise?” She questioned in a whisper, finding herself already falling into his trap when she kicked her sneakers and peeled her jacket off before straddling his lap.

“I promise, momma. I promise.” He smirked, his hand going from caressing her cheek to snaking around the nape of her neck, bringing her into a open-mouthed kiss far more passionate than the first.

His lips engulfed hers, swallowing what was left in the traces of her favorite lipstick shade of Rouge by Chanel until they were completely bare and past the point of swollen from his alone. She was slightly inept in her approaches, but caught on to his actions rather vastly. If his head were tilting to the right then hers was tilting to the left, if his fingers were gripping her neck then chances are that hers was tracing throughout his scalp until reaching his rattail and if his tongue were exploring every crevice of her mouth than so was hers.

Their kiss had broken in infectious laughter when Demetrius unexpectedly decided to recline the seat back even further using the adjustment handle to the left of them, puling away from her lips prematurely.

Sandra took this time of separation to gather the hem of her turtleneck within her hands before peeling it off, her solid rope chain falling back in position between the valley of her C-cup breasts. Next would come her acid washed, leaving her in nothing but a satin red triangle bra, a matching high-cut thong and her slouch socks.

Demetrius couldn’t help but to admire her in that position of vulnerability, his seemingly perfect top alignment of teeth closing in over his bottom lip as his frigid hands went from teasingly caressing her bare thighs to squeezing at her dainty waist, her stomach flexing and goosebumps surfacing her flesh at his touch almost immediately.

He sat upright just as his hands found the clasp of her bra, skillfully unhooking it before watching the thick straps cascade down her arms. His mouth watered at the sight of her nipples, brown and taut from the air that was hitting them. As much as he craved the need to want to suckle on her, he instead chose to take the slow route as that was what he promised to her.

His hands cupped her diamond-shaped face, slightly tilting it at an angle where he could access her collarbone easily. She grabbed at his wrists in preparation as his lips pecked at the sensitive area before sucking feverishly on it and even daring to sink his teeth into it, leaving blots of purple and red behind. Subconsciously marking his territory. His lips trailed further down to the valley of her breasts as his hands fell to the small of her back.

Growing impatient with his teasing, Sandra tugged her fingers through Demetrius’ kinky fro while deeply arching her back against the steering wheel so that her perky breasts were right within his reach.

Demetrius really couldn’t help but to chuckle at her desperation as his tongue encircled her areola before welcoming her whole nipple into his mouth. Wanting to leave no breast unattended, a free hand crept up to toy with the opposite while the other caressed her lower back. He alternated these actions often, his almond eyes never leaving hers as he witnessed her jaw slack and her eyebrows crease in immense pleasure.

“Oh my— Shit!” Sandra found it extremely difficult to hold eye contact with him now as her head flew back. The seat of her panties became saturated in her own wake as she rode out her own subtle orgasm right in the comfort of his lap.

Demetrius was barely touching the young woman and she was already cum’n for him. Words Sandra never even assumed would leave her mouth were now flying freely. He bought out the best in her if he did say so himself.

His wet lips found hers again, his arms snaking around her trembling waist before impulsively going to switch out their positions in the seat. Now she lie beneath him, admiring his features as he overshadowed her with the same thought in mind.

Minnie Riperton’s “Inside My Love” couldn’t have chosen a better time to be a symbolic representation of someone else’s union up until the very moment it played at a low volume on the stereo.

“You sure you wanna follow through with this, momma?.” Demetrius asked, stripping out his mink jacket, satin button-up and vinyl trousers, each article of clothing carelessly being hurled into the passenger seat along with the rest of hers once discarded. “It’s not as easy as it seems.”

The tent in his boxer briefs was as evident as ever now, putting Sandra’s mind in a nervous frenzy. He wanted this, but he wanted to be sure that she did too.

Sandra nodded her head vigorously to his question, her hands covering her now sensitive breasts, but that evidently weren’t enough consent for Demetrius. 

“No, I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes,” She whimpered out in desperation, bringing herself up on her elbows where their lips met again. “Yes, daddy, I’m sure.”

Demetrius thought he’d lose all composure to the woman lying beneath him in that very moment, but he persevered.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” He mumbled against her lips as her cheeks radiated at his compliment for the umpteenth time that night. “Okay, momma, I need for you to listen carefully to what I’m about to ask of you,” Sandra could only nod her head in agreement. “Lay back down in this seat and spread your legs for daddy.”

With his eyes not once parting from hers, Demetrius watched as she went to recline back in the driver’s seat before her knees slightly parted. She was definitely testing his patience.

“Wider.” He ordered, voice low and authoritative as his jaw clenched.

Her legs spread the slightest as she nibbled into the corner of her lips.

“C’mon, momma,” He spanked rather roughly at her thigh, causing her to whine at the stinging mark his personalized 3-finger ring left behind. He wouldn’t have to handle her so roughly if she had been doing what he had asked of her. “Open ‘em wider so that I can see that pretty ass pussy.” He coerced, witnessing her legs fall in completely opposite directions at his command. “Yeah that’s it.”

Though he could sense her body cowering beneath his gaze due to her own insecurities, Demetrius really couldn’t help but to admire the way the thin fabric of her thong was being devoured and drowned in the arousal of her fleshy pussy.

“So fuckin’ wet...” He whispered his praise in a rich baritone, desperately wanting to play in it.

The pad of his thumb pressed directly into the area of fabric that covered her clit with much pressure, swiping to and fro as if he was working a joystick of some sort.

“Ahhh...” Sandra hissed lowly at the feeling she assumed only her fingers were capable of causing.

The way her body spasmed beneath his touch told him that he was doing something right. Her dainty hands encased his wrist as her legs pry shut in order to still his movements, even only for a stalling second, but to no avail.

“Aht, aht,” He expressed as if she were a child, tapping at her thigh yet again. “I said open ‘em.” He witnessed pleasure wash over her expression, her knees splitting the very moment she felt herself slick from the pressure of his fingers. “Good girl.”

He hooked his index finger through the seat of her panties, yanking the damp fabric aside just in the nick of time to witness the opaque cream seep from it’s opening. He impulsively went to thrust his middle finger inside her in a beckoning fashion in order to get her warmed up for the substantial course of action. His free hand going to pull his solid piece from the restraint of his briefs. He tasked between working her up and lubricating his shaft in his own saliva and precum.

“D-Daddy, aren’t we suppose to be using protection?” She stammered, feeling herself about to leak in his seat.

“I gotchu, momma. Trust me.” He persuaded, edging her orgasm by only a second when slipping his fingers from her before proceeding to bridge over her with a reassuring peck to her supple lips. “You just focus on relaxing.”

She nodded, her hands and legs impulsively falling into place on his lower back and waist. She submitted herself to him completely. It was his for the taking.

His hand remained fisting the base of his dick the moment he decided to push the head in. His thumb tracing her clit in order to alleviate some of the pain that she were in. Still her sweet gasps unified with that of Marvin Gaye’s “I Want You,” pussy clenching around him just the same way her thighs were at his waistline in attempt to stop what was coming as the roots of her natural nail beds aggressively raked into his shoulder blades.

“Open up for me, momma.” He groaned against her jawline, lingering wet kisses there as he pulled back from her tacky heat for only a split second before sinking back inside, bearing more inches than with the first.

It took a minute but her legs eventually fell open like he had asked, feet falling into the grips of the steering wheel like stirrups as her toes flexed at his penetration.

“Ow, Meechie!” She mewled, eyes screwed shut as tears clouded the vision she once had of him on top of her.

“I know, momma. I know,” He kissed away any stray tears that once stained her face. “Just a little more.” 

Demetrius could feel his self-restraint regressing as his motion against her clit increased. He pulled back to his tip once more before plunging back inside her. Far more vigorous than the first, he finally felt himself break past her hymen. Even through a pulsating ache, her walls still welcomed him with a tight hug as they accommodated to his girth. They had sealed the deal. They were finally in sync with one another.

“Oh, shit!” Demetrius subconsciously groaned, face flushing febrile and jaw clenching at the traces of her juices and crimson ichor coating his shaft when he went to pull back.

“So much pressure.” She cried out, fingers marking up his rear window and legs flailing, but this had only given him more leverage.

His hands smoothed up the back of her thighs until her knees were touching her breasts. He made it his mission to reach her soul as he began slamming almost entirely all his body weight onto her. Though still in park, the car still moved at his actions, causing her mouth to fall open with no sound and her eyes to roll back until they were damn near white.

“Ain’t no angel no more now, hm?” He smirked condescendingly, biting into his bottom lip as he listened to her pussy talking back to him over his chains. “This my pussy, baby? Tell me that it’s all mine.”

“This your pussy, daddy,” She drawled, eye twitching the slightest at his pace as her nails pierced into his waist with the shattering thought of there being nowhere to run. “All yours! Uhn, Meech—”

“You cum’n for me, baby?”

“Yeah!” She squeaked, spots now clouding her vision as she finally sprayed against him.

Demetrius had scarcely given the young woman time to recover from her first real orgasm as he effortlessly tore the thong from her fragile body before flipping her onto her side. He hoisted her ass up, pussy spreading, just to see what he was working with as he pummeled back inside her snug cover without warning. His thrusts were deep and fleeting, continuously knocking at her spot.

“Oooh-a!” Her voice trembled, once hand kneading the flesh of her breasts as the other pressed against his abdomen. His eyes boring into hers.

Their rendezvous set them back. Any prior thought of them having places to go and people to meet was nonexistent up until the distinct chime of either of their pagers reeled them back in, Demetrius’ more than likely. Foolishly enough, Sandra still went reaching into the passenger’s seat only to have her arm snatched back and pinned against her chest, their fingers interlocking.

“Don’t move,” He slapped her ass aggressively, pressing his forehead against hers. “Don’t you fucking move. I wanna feel all this pussy.”

“Okay, okay, okay, Demetrius! Fuuuck!” He had sent her into another blinding orgasm just that quick. “What are you—” She gasped.

With what little space they did have, Demetrius had still managed to slink her lower half up to his mouth before his lips closed in over her aching clit. Normally, he wasn’t a fan of performing oral on women, especially not on a first encounter such as this one, but he made an exception for Sandra, wanting her first time to be memorable. Something she could finally gloat to her friends about.

“I just came, daddy! Please!” She begged to rest although her own body betrayed her when her ankles locked around his neck and her nails went digging into his scalp, pulling him in even closer.

“One more.” He groaned against her sex, knowing damn well he would be asking her for another round before their night ended.

He held her up by her waist, sinking his index and middle finger inside her entrance before his tongue rolled against her swollen bud again. Between him salivating against her clit and the gushing sound her body produced each and every time he went to pump his fingers inside of her, she didn’t know which one bought her to a climax faster.

“Uhhhn!” A guttural moan escaped her larynx as an overfamiliar feeling washed over her. She pushed at his forearm for release. ”Let go!”

Sinking back down into the driver’s seat, her hands cupped over her convulsing pussy as she curled up into a fetal position. She was winded and in tears over this one.

“You aight, momma?” Her body flinched at his touch as he rubbed her ass in order to calm her. She could only simply nod her head to his question as he gripped her chin, bringing her in for a small kiss. One that she could still taste herself with. “All fours.” He ordered in a gruff, lightly tapping at her ass.

Sandra sniffed, swiping beneath her nose before turning onto her stomach in the seat and bringing herself up on her hands and knees.

“Arch ya back, momma.” His hands pressed at the center of her spine, causing her head to lazily fall forward onto the rest as her hips spanned against him.

“Like this, daddy?” She seductively asked while wiggling her ass from side to side.

“Exactly like that.” His hand came cracking down on her ass once more, causing her to cry out before he was palming his stiff dick again and sinking back inside her warmth. Right where he belonged.

Her breath was shallow, toes flexing against the thick fabric of her socks as she took him to the hilt. His hands remained placed at her hips as he fed her pussy long strokes. Her ass clapped against his V-cut, his heavy sac slapping against her clit as he gained momentum. He’d occasionally slip out due to how wet she really was, but he’d dive right back in, carrying that same rhythm.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah...” Her moans imitated the cadence of his thrusts each and every time their hips would meet, putting him in a trance.

The windows were fogging at this point, the air around them becoming thick in their sex as their moans were loud enough to even drown out Anita Baker’s scatting over the stereo.

“Ohhh! Fuck me, Demetrius!” She moaned between clenched teeth, catching him off guard when she went to reach back for his chains.

“Shit, Sandy,” This groan came spontaneously as his body caved at the feeling of her walls contracting around his dick with a vice grip. He hadn’t expected her to catch on so fast and start throwing it back, hell, neither had she, but she wanted his nut just as bad as he had been chasing it. “Chill, chill chill!” He exclaimed, trying to restrain himself from doing something impulsive, but she hadn’t. Not even for a second.

His hands snaked around the front of neck, yanking her upright into his chest where his breath fanned over her ear and his thrusts began to dominate hers. If she even thought that she could fuck him into oblivion before he could do the same to her, she was sadly mistaken.

“Yeah, what was all that shit that you was talkin’ now? Must’ve forgotten who’s daddy ‘round here, huh? That’s okay, I’m here to remind you, baby girl.” His pounding hadn’t slacked. His fingers pressed into her neck furthermore as his lips pressed into her ear, making her dizzy. Sandra loved how vocal he was with her just the same way he loved to feel her get her rocks off by his stamina.

“I’m cum’n, I’m cum’n, I’m cum’n!” She squealed, her nails diggin’ into his hips as her eyes rolled back.

“Shit, me too, momma.” He groaned, his dick twitching inside her the second she seized against him while her cream slid off on his shaft.

With his hand remaining clasped around her neck, he pulled from her and immediately went to jerking his dick until spurts cum landed on her plump ass, lower back and his lower stomach. The sight was most rewarding.

He released her from his hold, her body falling into the chair once more as she struggled to keep her eyes open. The duo scarcely had time to collect themselves as there was a light tap against the driver’s side window.

The unwanted company was just a boy. Brown in complexion and unbelievably lanky in height and weight, an estimated 5′9″ at most if you had let Sandra tell it. He sported a hi-top fade, leather jacket and an overfamiliar 50 Boyz pendant identical to Demetrius’ which told her this wasn’t a stranger after all. He was an ally.

“Yo, Meech? You in there? Open up.” His knuckles impatiently drummed against the window again. He took a swift pull from his joint before attempting to peer past Demetrius’ tints.

“Shit!” Demetrius’ whispered, reaching for the glove compartment in a panic as Sandra went reaching for all the straps of clothing belonging to her that were thankfully still intact in the passenger seat.

Kraft paper napkins fell out onto the car floor where Sandra’s handbag and quads rested. Demetrius had still managed to catch a few, quickly going to wipe his jizz from his body as well as hers. She climbed into the backseat to pull on her clothes while Demetrius readjusted his seat, only bothering to toss on his briefs and button-up since there was only so much time to spare before the boy had gotten anymore suspicious than what he already was and called a whole SWAT team on his whereabouts. They didn’t need anymore intrusions as this was already embarrassing enough.

Demetrius cracked his window enough to where the boy could see his eyes.

“Yo? What’s up, B-Mickie?” Demetrius greeted his fellow caporegime.

“What’s up with me? Nigga, what’s up with you? I’ve been paging you since eleven. Here it is damn near going on one. Kato said she seen ya whip parked ‘round here, so I had to come check in.”

Demetrius had to catch himself from spazzing at the mention of Kato for B-Mickie’s sake. He understood his developing crush on the woman, but he had only hopes he was being wary of the company he kept. Her energy had been way off putting as of lately.

“So I guess you and Kato must be my parents now, huh?” Demetrius asked, his overfamiliar sarcasm finally leaking through.

B-Mickie could only kiss his teeth, taking another drag from his joint since it were the only thing keeping him warm then.

“Ain’t nobody even say all that, man. We were just concerned about you, that’s all.”

“Well you two should be more “concerned” about dishing out those rocks next time rather than me resting.”

“Resting?” B-Mickie chuckled at his audacity, flicking the ashes of his joint onto the pavement. “Yeah, okay, Meech. You got it.”

“Nigga, what’s so funny?”

“Nothin’, except the skates with pink wheels and Gucci bag in the floor of your passenger seat really add a nice touch to the finish.” Sandra’s fingers grew immobile against the fly of her jeans as she looked to Demetrius for an excuse of some sort, but he choked. B-Mickie was definitely on to them by now. “But before you lie about them being Nicole’s, I got a pretty good angle of the rearview from here. Great choice. She from ‘round here?”

“Get the fuck—” Demetrius was seconds away from stepping outside the vehicle until it registered that he was only clad in a top and undergarments. Maybe next time.

“Don’t answer that,” B-Mickie winked. “I’ll see you later, Meech. Goodnight, beautiful.” His palm came down on the roof of Demetrius’ bimmer a few times before he casually walked away.

Demetrius’ head fell back against the rest with an sigh of defeat just as Sandra had climbed her way back into the passenger seat with a sly smile tugging at her bare lips.

“Damn, girl,” Demetrius grinned sheepishly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You done got me caught up.” He could only hope that word hadn’t spread amongst those apart of his mob by now, but he knew B-Mickie’s intentions were nothing short of lighthearted. He had faith in him. He was loyal.

“No, you got yourself caught up when you decided to fuck me the way that you did,” Sandra stated, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror of the sun visor though it really did nothing in restoring her once kempt appearance. “Now come on and run me back home before more of your henchmen spin the block with a target on my back.”

“So I guess this is the part where I become grab-and-go dick for whenever you’re feeling spontaneous?” He questioned, aggressively pulling his trousers up around his waistline.

“Let’s just see how things pan out on the rug of my living room before I make that decision.” She smirked, his expression mirroring hers at the very mention of a second round.

“You tryna do it anywhere.” He chuckled, his hand fumbling for the gearshift and switch ignition before turning it to it’s “Start” point and peeling off into the night.

Sandra really hadn’t expected for this night to carry on further than their earlier phone conversation, let alone it ending with Demetrius being granted access to her most vital secrecy, but there she was. She didn’t know how far they were both willing to take this or where it’d even end, but she was definitely in for the ride.

“Hell yeah.” She nodded her head confidently before strapping herself in for the journey home.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sandra ゛⠀pepa⠀〟jacqueline denton，circa 1988 as 𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐄 ゛⠀𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐗𝐘⠀〟

⤷ occupation：sandra’s best friend

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀myles truitt as 𝐁-𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄 ❪d. meeks❫

⤷ occupation：caporegime of 50 boyz╱bmf

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[lesbianwyllravengard]

ok ok ok. I want a more in-dept look at your thoughts of what the dbh characters would think of steven universe. (let me know if i need to narrow down which characters)

:)

-- the roommate

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS I'M SORRY

My roommate and I had a conversation about how some dbh characters would react to Steven Universe. We had fun with it and wanted to share it djfjfhds. Feel free to read below, or not:

(colour coded, because what are we, animals?)

My roommate

Me

Do we think connor, or nines would like steven universe?

Both. Connor would like it wholeheartedly for the family quality, even if he doesn't really understand what's going on half the time. Nines understands it perfectly and will critique it to Connor's annoyance, but he actually loves it.

They also both would predict things in the plot easily bc of their preconstructions but Connor would still react when something happened (like Garnet being a fusion, Rose Quartz being pink diamond, etc) by either getting excited or acting sad. Sixty teases him for it.

I also think Sixty would enjoy the show for the group's shenanigans and the gay

OMG CONNOR CRIES! EVEN OVER THE LITTLEST THINGS! CONNOR BEING IN TOUCH WITH HIS EMOTIONS :))))))

*Sapphire and Ruby get married*

Connor: *is crying*

Nines: *stares at TV but internally is also crying*

Sixty: BITCH BOY

[simultaneously]

Sixty: why are you crying?!

Connor *sobbing*: They're a fusion because they're in love!!!

I imagine Nines and Connor watched the first episode together without Sixty bc they thought he'd hate it and tease them but he walks in not even 8 minutes into the episode, looks at it, goes "HA! Gay af." and sits down and watches it with them.

And they're like 🤨??

It's either that or like he went to the kitchen or living room for something and then does that awkward standing thing where he's like transfixed by the TV and he got like distracted

And connor and nines don't realize that he's standing there until like an hour later.

Nines & connor: you wanna watch

Sixty: N O

YESYESYES I DO THAT TO MY MOM LMAO

Nines would be like my mom saying "either sit down and watch it or go away" and Sixty would snipe back "/Neither/ *sticks out tongue*"

Connor: do you enjoy the show Sixty?

Sixty, chomping on chips: it's gay ofc I do

Nines: why don't you come sit down and watch it like a normal person

Sixty: NO! Then it won't be fun >:(

Sixty would be like "oh you want me to sit down" and then proceeds to lay across them like the annoying shit he is

And Connor would be totally fine with it while Nines is trying to push him off

Then they'd be like this vine

Sixty: I'm bored.

Connor: I wish Hank was here.

Hank getting home late from work: hey kids

All three of them excitedly: Hank!

I don't think hank would understand steven universe

YEAH hahdhdhe he'd relate to Greg though

He'd be like Greg and Steven with Steven's crying breakfast show lol

Hank: now why is that kid spitting on people

Nines: he has healing spit, Hank.

Hank: ???

Who do we think Connors favorite character would be?? I'm kinda thinking Steven

And I'm thinking for Nines maybe Garnet.

Would Sixty's be Peridot?

I think Sixty's favourite is Amethyst and Peridot bc they share chaotic vibes and Nines's favourite is Pearl because he "understands her exasperation with the group" but both of them simp for Garnet.

I could totally see Nines going on and on about how Pearl and Garnet are the only level headed ones.

Wait wait wait. What does Gavin think about steven universe?

Okay Gavin and Tina watched Steven Universe when it first came out, so when he finds out the RK bros are watching it now he flips his shit and demands to hear their thoughts so he can either tell them they're right or argue with them and call them stupid if he disagrees

Nines: they make too big of a deal around gem fusions. They're basically glorified power rangers

Gavin, pretending to have a heart attack: that is the dumbest shit you've ever said and you deserve to die

Connor: I think Rose is just misunderstood :(

Gavin: your opinions are revoked and I hate you

Connor would try to see the good in every character

Sixty: I know gender is a human concept but like, they're all gay

Gavin: ... Actually you're so right

The episode where we see pink diamond turn into rose would totally make the RK bros cry cause pearl says something like "I need to be replaced immediately ... I've been imaging things even when you haven't asked me to" And I feel like they'd relate to that so hard

OH TRUE! A lot like deviancy

Anyone is more than welcome to add on if you think of anything else!!

[softboyuris]

Doctor’s Orders

Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 5.2k+

A/N: I did a thing. It became this thing because of @eideticmemory. I am in no way shape or form half the writer she is but I had to do this. Inspired by this anon. 

Summary: Spencer losing his virginity. That’s it. That’s the plot

Warnings: sex, swearing

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Spencer Reid did not party. He did not go to bars or get drunk. He rarely had more than one drink when he did go out with his coworkers, or more, was forced to. Don’t get it wrong, he loved them. They were more like a family to him than work buddies but in his line of work, he rarely had a day off. So when he did, he would prefer to spend it his way- curled up on his leather sofa with a good book, or ten. And no one could change his mind. 

Now Derek Morgan, Spencer’s best friend and one of his aforementioned coworkers- although some might say they’re more akin to brothers than either of those labels- he liked to party. He loved going out with his friends, doing shots and drunkenly destroying open mic night. And he always, without fail, dragged Spencer out with him.

What? He was concerned for his friend. His best friend. Spencer never talked about what happened while on the job but Derek knew it got to him. It got to them all something that came with the territory. And recently he had been extra stressed and tense and Derek knew just what he needed. 

A night out on the town where, hopefully, he could help pretty boy get laid. 

Spencer didn’t want this. He begged, literally begged Derek to let him stay in but ultimately lost the fight. Because in the end, Spencer did enjoy hanging out with him he just wasn’t always too happy about the location. Or getting stranded at whatever bar and/or club they stumbled into after Derek, without fail, went home with a girl. Sometimes two. 

Trilly’s was a local bar, often frequented by cops meaning it wasn’t too heavily trafficked and even when it was a busy night, it’s numbers didn’t compare to the bar Spence knew Derek would drag him to. 

Which is why when Spencer agreed to go out, “Just for an hour, tops,” his one condition was that they go there. While his best friend may enjoy hitting on an entire group of girls at once, Spencer much preferred to sit in a corner and observe. 

Flirting was not his forte and he had little to no desire to make it one. Sure, he’d been on a few dates before. Kissed one or two girls in college but dating just wasn’t really his thing. Really, it wasn’t. It’s not like he didn’t have game or anything. That totally wasn’t the reason. 

As bad as it was, Trilly’s very rarely saw females. Spencer knew the statistics, and with under thirty percent of law enforcement being female, the odds were in his favor. He could go out, have a drink with his friend and avoid any awkward confrontations when Derek would inevitably try to be his wingman. It would be a fun, easy night.

After almost a month of detective work, Y/N had finally caught the son of a bitch who had been ransacking local, small businesses over the past two months in Alexandria. She was exhausted. Twenty-seven days of non-stop work, late nights and early mornings that sometimes bled into each other. She hadn’t taken a single day off. 

Many of the businesses the culprit hit had to shut down because they didn’t have the means to stay open. Citizens didn’t want to shop at a store that had been burglarized by a man in the wind, worried he’d come back for more than just a few valuables. So Y/N put all her effort into finding him with some sliver of hope that it could save the business that hadn’t gone under already.

John Willis was pulled over for his taillight being out and the cop that apprehended him noticed several of the missing items that had been reported laying in his backseat. Y/N wondered how, after evading law enforcement for two months, he was caught so easily. 

She didn’t let it weigh on her mind for long though. Willis was locked up and she finally got a night off. 

She wouldn’t call herself a party girl, but she was known to get a little mischievous at the local cop bar, Trilly’s, every now and then. And tonight, she planned on having some fun. 

Y/N dragged her best friend and crime-fighting partner, Jasmine, out with her. Jasmine had reluctantly agreed, having just gone through a pretty rough break-up. Y/N reminded her that he was trash and she would find someone better. “Or at the very least a very hot cop to have rebound sex with.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I will do no such thing.” But she agreed to come out anyway. 

When Y/N got to Jasmine’s apartment to pick her up, Jas was already waiting outside, dressed in a low cut deep blue dress that hugged her curvy figure. “Damn girl, I’d take you home in that outfit.” Y/N quipped as Jasmine got into the car. 

Jasmine looked her best friend, who wore a similar dress that was red, up and down with a smirk. “Right back at you, sexy.” 

Trilly’s was unusually busy for a Wednesday night. When Y/N and Jasmine finally made it through the door, the place was pretty packed. The music was turned up louder than normal and a large group of people had made the middle of the room into a makeshift dance floor. Or grind floor would be more accurate, as that’s the only dance move these people evidently knew how to do. 

They squeezed their way past sweaty bodies to the bar, hailing the attention of the bartender almost immediately. Y/N ordered them a round of shots. 

“Starting the night off strong, are we?” Jasmine popped one eyebrow up as she leaned against the slightly sticky bar littered with peanut shells and drops of missed alcohol. 

Y/N nodded. “Only way to do it!” She partially yelled over all the commotion around her. The bartender set down two shots in front of them. “To rebound sex.” 

Jasmine laughed, a barely noticeable blush dotting her cheekbones. “Mmhmm, sure.” She raised her glass but Y/N stopped her before she could down the liquid. 

“Nuh-uh,” She tutted. “Say it back or else it won’t work.” With reluctance, Jasmine just barely whispered the cheer back but it was enough to satiate Y/N. “Much better.” She chimed. They clinked their glasses together and downed them simultaneously, placing them upside down on the bar after.  

Spencer was already uncomfortable. Derek and him had literally just stepped foot in the bar and he was already regretting his decision to go out tonight. It being a Wednesday, he never thought in a million years it’d be this busy. 

People pushed past each other in front of him. A group of at least twenty people were grinding against each other in the middle of the room where they’d deemed it the dance floor for the night. The floor was sticky as was the booth and table the two men eventually found themselves seated in. Spencer grimaced, his phobia of germs eating at his mind. 

“Breathe pretty boy.” Derek smiled, slapping Spencer’s arm across the table. Spencer inhaled slowly, looking around at all the people bustling around him. This was clearly not his scene.

“I didn’t expect it to be this crowded.” Spencer yelled over the noise. 

Derek laughed, “Where’s the fun in an empty bar?” Spencer held back the glare that was fighting to make itself known. When he didn’t respond, Derek slapped his hands on the table. “I’m going to go get us drinks.”

Y/N scanned the crowd for Jasmine who had said twenty minutes ago that she was going to slip out to the bathroom. 

After a few minutes of searching, she spotted her friend practically sitting in the lap of some stranger at a booth across the room. She laughed to herself, setting some cash down on the bar for their drinks before making her way through the crowd. 

When she gets to the booth, Jasmine looks up at her. “Y/N, you found me.” Her words are a little slurred. Y/N forgot how much of a lightweight her friend is. “This is Derek. He’s an FBI agent.” She whispered the last bit, or thought she did but the men at the booth laughed.

Which is when she noticed the guy sitting opposite them. She made eye contact with him and smiled. She could feel her face get hot but she passed it off on the alcohol coursing through her veins.

He was cute. Y/N studied his face for a second, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blatantly checking him out. He looked pretty young. Obviously he was old enough to be an FBI agent but had she not known that, she would have guessed him to be fresh out of college. 

His hair was longer but it suited him and he had really kind eyes that Y/N was drawn to. Even though he sitting, she could tell he was tall. His shoulders slumped slightly as if trying to fold in on himself, something she knew all too well being quite tall herself. 

“Y/N.” She introduced herself, snapping out of her dazed state and returning her attention to Derek, who was the exact opposite of the guy she was just looking at. “Nice to meet you. Sorry, about my friend.” She joked. 

Derek shook his head, a wide smile on his face. “Nothing to be sorry about.” Any other guy and she would have been pulling Jasmine away but there was something about Derek that was non-threatening. She somehow knew her friend was in good hands. 

Literally, he had great hands. His muscled arm was wrapped tightly round Jasmine’s waist as she leaned into his side. Y/N would be lying if she didn’t admit to his obvious allure. 

Y/N looked back over to the other guy, who she now noticed had been staring at her the whole time. Upon them locking eyes, he swallowed. “Is this seat taken?” She asks him, pointing to the empty spot beside him. He shakes his head, his hands falling nervously into his lap. 

Spencer was mentally scolding himself for being at a loss of words, which he never was. He could rattle off facts about literally anything and talk for hours but right now, he was speechless. 

Y/N slide into the booth beside him. “So, are you with the FBI too?” She asked, her hands cupping her glass. She figured he was but since he didn’t offer her a name, she figured she would try and make conversation. 

He nodded. Derek cleared his throat and Spencer looked up at him, pleadingly. His friend just aggressively nodded in Y/N’s direction, a way of telling him to say something. 

“I’m Spencer.” He squeaked out. 

Y/N looked up from the table. “It’s nice to meet you Spencer.” She smiled. Spencer waited for the inevitable offering of her hand, getting prepared to explain how he doesn’t shake hands because the amount of germs that are passed in a handshake are staggeringly high. 

His eyebrows pinched together when a few moments passed and her hands didn’t move from her glass. “You don’t shake hands?” He asked, slightly dumbfounded. 

Y/N chuckled. “Did you want me to?” She asked, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. Spencer’s cheeks ran crimson and Y/N smiled at herself. “Not on the job, don’t feel the need to be so formal.” She summed up, leaning against the worn leather of the booth. 

“Where do you work?” It feels like such a dumb question but it’s left his mouth before he can process it. You’re at a cop bar, Spencer, where the fuck do you think?

“Alexandria PD.” Y/N answers without thought, sipping at her drink. “Been there for three years now.”

“Oh, don’t be so modest.” Jasmine waves her hand at her best friend, scoffing. She turns to Derek, pressing her pointer finger into his chest to accentuate her words. “She's the lead detective. Youngest to ever be promoted.” 

Spencer’s eyes don’t leave Y/N while Jasmine talks. Y/N looks at her friend incredulously but there’s a small smile on her face and a blush is creeping up her neck. “I don’t like bragging.” She says to Jasmine, a small laugh leaving her lips.

Spencer has never been mesmerized before but he’s completely lost in Y/N’s laugh that he barely hears Jasmine continue talking. 

“Pfft, it’s a big deal, Y/N. It’s not every day that a twenty-five year old gets promoted to that position.” Jasmine continues. 

“Sounds like congratulations are in order.” Derek smiles, his eyes never leaving Jasmine. Y/N shakes her head. Jasmine is definitely not going home in the same car she came in. 

“Thank you, but it’s not a new promotion.” She takes another sip of her beer, welcoming any distraction at this point. She hates it when she’s the center of attention. 

“She never wants to celebrate her successes.” Jasmine tuts, rolling her eyes. She finally breaks eye contact with Derek to look at Spencer. “You know, she was top of her class at UCLA and has three masters. Three. I barely got through my one.” Jasmine hiccups at the end, nodding.

Derek looks over at Spencer and Y/N. “Looks like pretty boys gonna have a run for his money.” 

Y/N looks over at Spencer, quirking an eyebrow. “Oh.”

Spencer’s cheeks darken but he doesn’t offer further explanation. Y/N looks to Derek for answers instead. “Three PhD’s.” He says, raising three of his fingers up in conjunction with his words. 

Y/N nearly chokes on her beer. “Three?” Getting her master’s was hard enough she couldn’t fathom doing it again for her doctorates. 

“He goes by doctor.” Derek winks at her. 

“Morgan.” Spencer warns, looking up at him with stern eyes. Derek throws his hands up in surrender. “You don’t have to call me doctor.” He says to Y/N, running a hand through his hair. “He just likes messing me.” 

Y/N smirks. It’s small and nearly imperceptible but Spencer notices and it makes his breathing pick up. “Who said I didn’t want to, Doc?” Spencer swallows, pressing his hands together to distract himself. 

The conversation moves on but after a while, Jasmine and Derek are in their own little world, leaving Spencer and Y/N to talk. 

She learns that he was the youngest person ever recruited for the FBI, a fact which he didn’t want to own up to. Similar to Y/N, he didn’t like the spotlight on him. Unlike Y/N, he had a reason to have the spotlight on him, which she told him after finding out he’s a literal genius. 

“You can’t have an IQ that high and expect people to not put you at the center of their attention.” Spencer blushed at her words. 

“I don’t mind your attention.” He replies, making Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “But normally, people are more annoyed by it than they are fascinated by it.”

Y/N tucks a pieces of hair behind her ear. “Well they’re clearly missing out.”

They talk for what feels like hours. Every new piece of information Y/N gets, she savors. There’s something about Spencer that makes her want to know everything about him. And she damn near does. 

He doesn’t just work for the FBI, he works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, which is like the best of the best. He has an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute, a skill which Y/N is borderline envious of, and he’s from Las Vegas. Which is where his mom lives, in a clinical facility because she has schizophrenia. 

“I’m so sorry, that must be really hard on you.” Y/N says, placing her hand on Spencer’s arm soothingly. Her eyes are soft like her hand which he notices when he accidentally brushes it. She really means it.

Spencer learns that Y/N came to Virginia after university because her dad passed away and she was the only person in her family close to him. He left everything to her which also meant she had to go through all his belongings. 

A tenant in his apartment building found him dead. The initial report said he had died of natural causes but after his autopsy they found signs of foul play. As it turns out, he was murdered. It’s what propelled Y/N to become a cop in the first place. “I set up base here and never looked back.” 

He also learned that she’s probably the sweetest and funniest person he’s ever met, and he’s friends with Penelope and JJ. She’s smart, she seems to pick up on all his little quirks and respects them. And she’s beautiful, which he knew from the instant he saw her but is even more pronounced now that he’s getting to know her. 

The two had been so engrossed in their conversation they didn’t notice that their friends were no longer sitting across from them. With a quick glance behind them, Y/N saw Jasmine slip out the front door, holding Derek’s hand and laughing flirtatiously.

Spencer groans next to her. “He was my ride home.” 

“Did you really think the night was going to end any differently for those two?” Y/N asks, settling back into the seat. 

“No.” Spencer relents. Without thinking, he reaches across Y/N and takes her drink, taking a few sips before realizing what he’s done. “Sorry.” He says, placing the cup down. 

Y/N moves a fraction of an inch closer to him. “I don’t mind.” Her hand lightly brushes his thigh. “But, as you probably already know, we practically just kissed.”

Spencer’s breath hitches in his throat as Y/N’s hand comes to rest fully on his thigh, her fingertips lightly tracing circles on his inner thigh. He tries to focus on anything else but he can practically feel the blood rushing to his dick. 

Y/N notices the change in his demeanor, leaning in closer so she can whisper. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” Y/N doesn’t know what’s come over her. Sure, she’s hooked up with guys she just met at the bar before but she’s never been this straightforward with someone. Not right off the bat, and definitely not with this much ease.

The tension between them has been palpable ever since she sat down an hour ago and now, with their friends gone, there was nothing stopping her from commenting on it. 

Spencer shook his head at her words, mumbling something Y/N didn’t quite pick up on. “What was that, doc?” She emphasized the last word, her hand slowly moving up his thigh. 

He started to bounce his right leg nervously. Y/N smirked. “I make you nervous?” He nodded slowly. Y/N stopped what she was doing, removing her hand and putting some space in between them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She was suddenly overcome with embarrassment, her actions finally seeping into the logical side of her brain. 

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” Spencer nearly growled. Now it was Y/N’s turns to blush as she nervously looked over at him. There was a hunger in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. She unconsciously squeezed her legs together. 

He leans closer to her until his lips are grazing her ear. “The bathroom’s empty, we could sneak away, no one would even notice.” 

Y/N swallows at the implication. He’s been watching, waiting for the right moment to initiate whatever the fuck this was. Which means he knew it would get to this at some point. 

Without a second thought, Y/N grabs his hand, hauling him out of the booth and making a beeline for the bathroom. 

Just as Spencer had told her, the bathroom was empty. That, of course, didn’t stop her from checking all the stalls to make for certain that they were alone. Trust me, no one wanted to hear what was about to happen. 

Spencer was still standing by the door, his once cocky demeanor now dwindling into the awkward nervousness that Y/N had grown to love about him. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” She says softly, grabbing both his hands. They just met, she doesn’t know what he has or hasn’t done before and while Y/N might have some experience with bathroom sex, she’s found that not all people do. In fact, it’s very rare for her to find someone who has. 

Spencer lets go of her hands and for a split second she thinks he’s going to turn around and walk out but then his lips are on hers and she’s trying to get her brain to catch up because she’s missing it. 

In a surge of confidence, Spencer cups Y/N’s face, smashing his lips against hers. After a moment, she kisses back, her hands coming up to run through his hair. 

The moans that fall from her lips at the contact has him hard. He moves them so she’s the one pressed against the door, his hands coming down to grab her hips and pull her against him. 

His tongue asks for entry and she gladly concedes. In a swift motion, she’s wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands supporting her by holding her thighs. 

Y/N’s dress has been effectively hiked up from the change in position and while she respects his respect for her, she wants his hands on her. She reaches down to move them up until they’re resting on her bum. With a satisfied grin she pulls away from his lips. 

He looks at her, out of breath and red in the face. “You’re not wearing underwear.” He breaths out. 

She laughs, curling her finger around the hair at the back of his neck. “Actually, I was. Seemed to have lost them.” She shrugs innocently. 

His eyes widen as he realizes what she’s saying. Something in her knew he would get it. He chastely kisses her cheek, his lips hovering over her ear. “You took them off, didn’t you? When you went to the restroom twenty-seven minutes ago.” 

Y/N bites her lip, partially to fight back the laugh that wanted to come out knowing Spencer had counted the minutes, and nods. “Naughty, naughty girl.” He whispers, biting her ear. She gasps at the action, not expecting it, which propels him to grind against her. 

“You gonna do something about it, doc?” She giggles, leaning forward to place a kiss on his collarbone. 

Spencer moves them over to the sinks and sets her down on the counter, standing between her legs as he kisses her neck. Y/N starts to undo the buttons of his shirt just enough to expose his chest, which she runs her fingernails down, leaving red tracks in their wake. 

“Fuck.” He groans, his forehead pressing into her chest. She lifts his head up to kiss him, fingers combing through his hair again, an action she’s coming to thoroughly enjoy. 

“Do you have a condom?” Y/N asks as she kisses down his neck, her hands following in motion until they hit the top of his jeans. 

Something about the question jars Spencer. Like his thoughts finally register exactly what he’s doing and the nerves slowly creep back into his stomach. He nods hastily, reaching into his back pocket where his wallet is. He sets it down beside Y/N on the counter. 

Y/N unbuttons his pants and pulls the zipper down, tantalizingly slow, being careful to avoid touching his erection. Still attacking his neck with kisses, she pushes both his jeans and boxers down and they land bunched around his ankles.

She can’t help but look. I mean, really, it’s human nature to be curious. 

His whole body is flushed red, or marked red by her fingernails and mouth, and that doesn’t exclude what he’s packing. And boy, is he packing. Y/N swallows at the sight. 

Spencer avoids eye contact now that he’s fully exposed but Y/N is gentle in bringing his eyes to hers. She kisses him. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Bathroom sex is just like normal, bed sex.” She laughs a little at her phrasing. 

Spencer just nods nervously, reaching next to her to pick up the condom. He rips the package open and, with slightly shaking hands, focuses on putting it on. 

After a few moments of fumbling hands, ragged breaths and a deep red blush that’s been slowly creeping up his neck, a smile slides across Y/N’s face. She places her hands over his and he looks up at her with worry in his eyes. “This is your first time doing this, huh?” 

He swallows nervously, a small nod of his head indicating that her assumption was correct. “Like, ever?” He nods again. She responds by bringing his lips to hers. Y/N kisses him gently, a lot more calm and composed than they had been walking into this bathroom. 

There’s still a nervousness about him but Y/N feels him relax into the kiss, slowly gaining back some of the confidence he had a minute ago. His tongue swipes over her bottom lip, her jaw dropping to allow him to search her mouth with his tongue as if he’s done this a hundred times before. 

Had she not asked, she never would have guessed that he was a virgin. Aside from the obvious nerves, which she had passed off as a combination of alcohol and public sex, there was nothing about the way he held himself that made her second guess it. 

His blush has completely taken over his face and it makes Y/N’s heart beat faster, if that is even possible because it was already running at a million beats per second. The taste of him overwhelms her senses which is why she lets out a small whine when he pulls away.

Spencer looks into Y/N’s eyes, his own glazed over with lust. “It’s okay.” She whispers, dragging her hand down his chest until it lands right above his sex. “I’ll teach you.”

He gulps, audibly gulps, as she wraps her hand around his cock. His forehead falls to her shoulder briefly as a barely audible “fuck” falls out of his mouth. 

Y/N shuts her eyes and tries to contain the excitement boiling inside of her.  

She slips the condom on with ease. Spencer watches her do it before looking up at her. Now she can see just how nervous he is. His hands are slightly fidgeting at his sides so she grabs them, placing them on her hips. 

She scoots forward enough for access while still being supported by the granite beneath her. Spencer’s hold on her hips tightens. 

Y/N hooks her hands behind his neck, giving him a nod of approval. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.” She whispers, looking in his eyes. Her entire demeanor has changed. She’s settled down so that he can enjoy this as much as possible and her eyes reflect that kindness.

Spencer removes one of his hands from her hips to help guide himself. He fumbles a little but after a few misses, his tip gently pushes into her. Y/N inhales sharply at the contact. 

“Is this okay?” Spencer asks hesitantly, searching Y/N’s eyes for any sign of regret. She nods her head enthusiastically, a whimper falling from her lips. 

“Yes, please, Spence, fuck me.” 

He obliges, inching into her slowly until he’s buried to the hilt. “You okay?” He asks again, freezing his motions. 

Y/N, overcome with pleasure, takes a minute to reply. “Please keep going.” 

He finds a steady rhythm. It takes him a bit of time but he gets there eventually, fueled on by the soft moans that fall sporadically from Y/N’s lips. His thrusts are slow at first, picking up in speed as he grows more confident. 

Spencer, being the person he is, knows everything there is to know about sex. But knowing about it and actually doing it are two very different things and he’s coming to that realization very fast. 

Words cannot describe how good this feels. The way her walls clench around his cock with every thrust. The feeling of her hands on his back, fingers pressing little crescents into his skin hard enough to leave a bruise. And the noises she makes when he hits that perfect spot, encouraging him to continue. 

Pure bliss is what it is. If this is what heaven’s like, Spencer Reid would gladly die in Y/N’s arms right now. 

Y/N hooks her ankles around his waist, pulling him closer. She gasps out a moan at the new angle, her head falling back. Spencer somehow manages to pull her hips even closer. He thrusts faster but at a steady pace that has Y/N’s legs shaking. 

“Spencer.” She moans when his lips attach onto her neck and start sucking the spot just above her collarbone. She’s close, which honestly shocks her. She also knows Spencer’s not going to last much longer, she doesn’t expect him to at least. 

“Shit.” He mumbles against her neck. 

“You gonna come?” Y/N asks between gasps of breath, one of her hands moving down to rub circles on her clit.

“Mmhmm.” Spencer moans. 

“Then come baby,” She encourages, getting closer to her own release now that her fingers are working are her core, electricity jolting her body. 

He tuts, a moan breaking the action. Y/N can tell he’s holding back. Spencer lifts his head so he’s looking at her and it nearly sends him over the edge, that look of pleasure plastered on her face. “Wanna wait, for, fuck- for you.” He manages out between moans. 

“I’m right behind you baby, just let go.” As if under her complete control, Spencer releases and within a second is tumbling over that edge, stilling inside her. His orgasm knocks the breath out of him.  

He’s jerked off before, had countless orgasms in the privacy of his own bed but nothing like this. Never like this. His head falls onto Y/N’s shoulder, slick with sweat.

The feeling of Spencer unloading inside her has Y/N coming, Spencer’s name leaving her lips in broken moans as she wraps her arms around him. 

Spencer remains motionless for a minute, trying to catch his breath. Y/N can’t fathom trying to move right now, so she welcomes the stillness, her hands rubbing Spencer’s back. 

After a moment, he stands up and helps clean Y/N up. She smiles the whole time at the gesture. After pulling his clothes back on, Spencer stands in front of Y/N. 

“That was…” Spencer breathed out, his hands landing on Y/N’s thighs. 

“Unexpected.” She finished his thought. “Amazing. Best you’ve ever had?” She laughs, her hands propped on his shoulders. 

“I have nothing to compare it to but I’ll get back to you on that.” Y/N laughed. 

“I’ll hold you to that.” She smiles. He leans in and kisses her softly. 

“It was definitely something.” Spencer says as he helps Y/N down from the counter, balancing her when she stumbles slightly under her weight. 

Spencer’s arm wraps around her waist. “It definitely was.” 

“Did you really think the night was going to end any differently?” He asks, repeating the words she had said to him right before everything changed.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. “Nope. It was just what the doctor ordered.” 

[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (ch. 7)

Chapter summary: Your best friend confronts you about your revived relationship with Aaron and how much things have changed from two years ago when you run into the BAU at a bar. 

A/N: This chapter is definitely not my finest work, but we get some background on Hotch and reader. The part that is italicized is a flashback.

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Don't you want to take time and get to love me? We could build a perfect world I got tricks I really want to show you I could be your perfect girl - Wolf Alice, “Your Love's Whore"

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“Okay, I can’t deal with this anymore. I have to say something.”

You looked up from your textbook to see the disappointed stare of your best friend, Aly, from the other side of the bar. She worked as a bartender, so sometimes you would hang out with her while she was working, maybe do some homework, and she would give you drinks with the employee discount price.

The two of you had been best friends since you were in middle school. When your mom died and your dad went back to prison, you were originally supposed to be shipped off to live with an aunt in another state that you had never met before, but Aly’s parents decided to claim legal guardianship over you, allowing you to live with them. From then on, you and Aly had become inseparable, even following each other to college. 

You snorted softly and took a sip from your drink. “Oh boy, this should be interesting,” you said sarcastically, and Aly rolled her eyes as she tossed the bar towel over her shoulder.

“You are acting way too casual about the whole Aaron thing.” You groaned, but she didn’t give you a chance to speak up. “He just shows up out of the blue after two years, and you dive right back in, head first, and act like nothing changed? You’re not even going to ask him what happened?”

You sighed. You knew that this was going to be a conversation that Aly was going to have with you at some point, and you were actually a little surprised that it took her a full month before saying anything, but that didn’t mean you liked it. “Yeah, because the murder of his ex-wife and the attempted murder of his son makes great pillow talk. No, I haven’t talked to him about that.” You rolled your eyes as you finished the rest of your drink. “And I don’t need to. The only reason you’re making this a big deal is because you don’t like Aaron.”

She stared at you in disbelief. “Don’t like him? Babe, how can I have any opinion on him if I don’t know him? I didn’t even know that you were sleeping with him until you called me crying because you thought-”

“I really don’t want to have this conversation,” you cut her off, and you pushed your empty glass towards her, wordlessly asking for a refill. You didn’t want to go through those memories right now. Or ever, if you could help it. “I don’t need to know everything about his life. It’s not like we’re getting married.”

Aly raised an eyebrow at you as she started to make you another drink. “Maybe not, but do you want to? Do you want an actual relationship?”

“No!” you said, too quickly and too defensively, but it was true. You liked what you had with Aaron, all of the benefits and fun parts of dating somebody without any of the responsibilities. But you understood where Aly was coming from.

If there were such a thing as “Build-A-Boyfriend”, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, your ideal partner would probably be a lot like Aaron. More age appropriate perhaps, less baggage for sure, and most likely with a different job, one that didn’t slowly chip away at his soul until he became a shell of a man.

But somebody determined and focused like him. With a soft side like his, and the same dry sense of humor as him. A person you could talk to for hours, who sees you and pushes you towards greatness. Maybe even somebody who makes you feel special because they can only ever relax and be carefree around you. Somebody who just wants to do good in the world and who cares.

Somebody like that.

Aly opened her mouth to say something, but it quickly closed it as she looked at the entrance. “Damn, there’s a group coming in. Okay, I actually have to do my job now. But we will talk about this later.”

You started to tease her until you caught sight of the said group walking in. “Shit,” you hissed under your breath, turning your back towards the door and praying they didn’t see you. “We summoned them.”

Aly looked at you in confusion. “Y/N, what-”

“That’s Aaron and his team,” you whispered, although it didn’t matter much, “and will you please stop staring?”

A gasp left Aly’s mouth and, in true best friend fashion, she didn’t stop staring. Despite Penelope’s invitation a week earlier, you had been able to avoid going out with the BAU team. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them - you actually really liked being around them - but it would have made things way too complicated with Aaron. He compartmentalized even more than you. “Which one is he?” she asked excitedly, and you had to reach over the bar to get her to turn around.

“You’re going to draw so much attention to yourself,” you hissed, and the two of you started to frantically talk over each other.

“Because I want to know which one-”

“- Tell you later -”

“- have to at least take their order -”

“- Really don’t want to see them -”

“- Coming over here now -”

“Hey Y/N!”

You grimaced to yourself before turning around on the barstool, forcing a smile. Penelope was the one who greeted you, but the rest of the BAU had made their way to where you were sitting. The looks they were giving you unsettled you, like they all knew something you didn’t, but you decided to chalk it up to nervousness. Aaron, however, was standing in the back and looking about as mortified as you felt.

“Hey guys,” you said, stretching out each word. You weren’t drunk enough for this. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…”

“Casablanca,” Spencer noted out loud. 

Aly smirked and leaned against the bar. “Y/N, are you going to introduce me to all of your FBI friends?”

You had to fight the urge to glare at her, because you knew what she was doing. She wanted you to introduce her to Aaron, but she was just going to have to wait. “Aly, this is the BAU team. BAU team, this is Aly.”

Aly pouted at you but surprisingly said nothing else. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for that or if it just made you more nervous.

Emily looked at the open textbook that was long forgotten next to you. “Are you studying at a bar?” she asked, amusement evident in her voice. “I thought only Reid did that.”

You shrugged and closed the textbook. “I was studying, but I gave up on that about an hour ago,” you admitted. 

“Good!” Penelope said excitedly. “Because if you’re not studying, then you can join us!”

Your eyes flicked nervously to Aaron, whose face was completely unreadable. You wanted him to give you some sign of what he thought would be the best, but he just stared at you, stoic as ever. The conversation that you had with Aly was playing on repeat in your mind, making you feel sick. You didn’t care about Aaron’s past. You couldn’t care.

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude,” you settled on.

“It’s no intrusion at all,” Rossi piped up, and you and Aaron both stiffened. Rossi knew about you and Aaron, so the fact that he was encouraging you to mingle with the rest of the group was a bad sign. “And besides, drinks are on me tonight.”

Aly laughed from behind the bar. “If that’s the case, then she is definitely joining you guys so that she can stop mooching off my employee discount without even tipping me.”

So just like that, it was settled. You grumbled something about always tipping as you grabbed your drink and your textbook before following the group to a large corner booth. You didn’t miss the smirks each of the team members was throwing your way, and you definitely noticed that they left the only open seat next to Aaron. The two of your exchanged tight-lipped smiles as you slid into the empty space, careful not to touch Aaron. This was partly because you wanted to keep a calm and collected exterior, even if the team did know about you and Aaron - which you had started to suspect.

It was also partly because the idea of being Aaron’s dirty little secret right in front of his coworkers was too tempting, and you already had 2 long island iced teas, so you did not trust your self-control.

“So Y/N,” JJ started, breaking you out of your thoughts. You had hoped, maybe naively, that they would just ignore you and let you observe for the night. “Does Aly go to law school with you?”

You laughed despite yourself and you shook your head. “God, no. Although, she did take the LSAT with me so that even if I totally bombed it, I wouldn’t have the worst score.”

“What did you get on it?” Spencer asked, and you saw Aaron perk up slightly at the question.

“A 174,” you beamed.

“Look at you go! You’re like our own personal Elle Woods!” Penelope praised, and your heart swelled at the use of the word “our”, like you were already a part of the group.

“I wish,” you chuckled. “But that brilliant bitch got a 179.”

A simultaneous “Who?” came from both Spencer and Aaron.

“From Legally Blonde?” you prompted, but were met with more confused stares. “The greatest lawyer movie of all time?” They shook their heads again. “Okay, you both need to watch it, it’s a classic. Miss Woods was quite literally the only reason I was able to get through my first year.”

Well, that and fucking Aaron every chance you got, but they didn’t need to know that. 

You heard a gasp come from Penelope. “We should do another movie night! We haven’t had one of those in a while.”

Emily laughed and nudged Penelope softly. “Do you not remember the fiasco we had last time we did a movie night? We almost burnt down Rossi’s house.”

Laughter erupted from the table as multiple parties started to talk over each other, and you were happy to slide into the background, making little quips when the conversation called for it. The most surprising part of the whole night was how easily you got along with the BAU group, and how much they seemed to like you. Less surprising, however, was how acutely aware you were of Aaron’s thigh, which was now pressed against your own.

Aaron had stayed completely silent since the time the team walked up to you, and you could only imagine what was going on in his head. This whole situation was probably a living nightmare for him, and you couldn’t say you blamed him. Your choice to keep Aaron a secret from your friends was just that - a personal choice. You didn’t want them to fuss over you or put delusions in your head of a future with Aaron. You wanted to be able to enjoy your privacy.

But the implications for Aaron were much more severe, especially now that you were actually working at the FBI. People would start to question his judgment, whether or not he was fit for his job. They would question if he had taken advantage of you or manipulated you, and that would all be before they even found out that the two of you were sleeping together years ago. He could very possibly be seen as just a high ranking government official who was sneaking around with a girl almost 20 years his junior.

In other words, it would look really, really bad for him. You downed the rest of your drink in one go.

Aaron raised his eyebrows as he watched your actions, his gaze heavy. His eyes ran up and down your body, and you could feel yourself start to overheat. He felt much closer than he was. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you noticed that the rest of the team had scattered among the bar - some playing pool, some ordering more drinks, and some in the bathroom - which left you and Aaron alone in the booth. There was enough room that he didn’t need to have his leg pressed up against you, and he definitely didn’t need to bring his hand down to your knee, but he did. 

“So, a 174? Impressive.”

“Mhm,” you mused, keeping your voice casual. “Does that surprise you?”

“Not at all,” he responded, no hesitation in his voice. 

His response didn’t surprise you much, but you preened at the compliment all the same. You wanted people, especially Aaron, to think of you as effortlessly successful and to be impressed by you. So you didn’t show them the countless hours spent in the library, and the many all nighters you pulled. You were careful to only show people the parts of you that you could brag about, like your class rankings or debates on subjects you were an expert in, so that it looked like it came naturally to you. So you didn’t look like you were struggling.

Part of that came after your mom died. You didn’t want everybody fussing over you and treating you like you were breakable, so you quickly decided to show that you were independent. If you didn’t give people a reason to worry about you, they’d leave you alone. 

The other part of that came during law school. You knew yourself enough to realize that it was probably because of Aaron, and how much he rubbed off on you. You wanted to be engaging like him, to be able to completely command a room without even saying a word like him. You wanted success like him. Aaron noticed that early on and challenged you. He let you debate with him just so that you could practice going against somebody smarter and more experienced than you. And it paid off. 

~~~~~~~

You stared at the email on your phone, your cheeks sore from how much you were smiling. You had already told all of your friends, but their reaction wasn’t as satisfying as you wanted. They were ecstatic for you, but realistically, you only wanted the approval of one person. 

Your thumb hovered over Aaron’s contact in your phone, debating on whether or not to call him. This could probably be a text, but Aaron was so formal when texting, even when dirty texts were involved. Besides, you wanted to hear Aaron’s approval, and even more than that, you wanted his attention. Even if it was just for a minute or two, you wanted his attention in the middle of a weekday, something you never got. 

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you hit the call button and brought the phone up to your ear. 

“Aaron Hotchner,” came the greeting, formal as ever. 

“Aaron, hi,” you started, and you were happy that Aaron couldn’t see the way you were nervously tugging the hem of your shirt. 

There was a beat of silence. “Y/N,” he said, surprise evident in his voice. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is great! I, uh…” You realized that you didn’t have a good explanation to give to Aaron as to why you were calling him while he was at work. “Is this a good time?”

You could hear light footsteps on the other side of the phone, followed by the soft click of a door closing. “That depends on the subject matter,” he mused, his voice lowering.

All the nervousness you felt melted away. “I made law review!” you blurted excitedly. “I just got the email and I didn’t have anybody else to tell. And God knows you’ve helped edit my papers enough, so I figured I’d share this with you.”

You wished that you could have seen Aaron’s face. You wanted to know if he was smiling, or if he looked proud. In hindsight, telling him in person probably would have been more rewarding. 

“I knew you’d get it,” he told you sincerely. “Automatic or write on?”

“Automatic,” you told him proudly.

“Congratulations, Y/N. That’s a big deal. I’m sure you’re going to celebrate tonight. It’s Bar Review night, right?”

You hummed to yourself, attempting to calm your nerves. You dropped your voice, adding a more seductive tone. “Actually… I was hoping that maybe I could be rewarded for all my hard work? Please?”

He hadn’t said no to you yet, and you doubted today would be any different. 

Aaron chuckled, low and dark. “Mhm, since you asked so nicely…” His voice trailed off, and you could practically hear him stiffen up. “But I can’t tonight.”

”Oh.” He didn't elaborate, and doesn’t have to. If it were for a case, he would have told you. When he didn’t say anything, that meant it was a Haley and Jack thing. Still, you couldn’t help but note the disappointment that bled into his words. 

“Are you busy this weekend?” he asked, his voice soft. “We could meet in Baltimore. Same hotel. I can make reservations now.”

For the second time that day, you smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt. Attention was what you wanted, and attention was what you got. “Baltimore sounds good. Send me the details.”

~~~~~~~

You mindlessly stirred the ice in your empty glass with the straw, listening to the soft clinking. “What about you? What did you get on your LSAT?”

Aaron thought about it for a second. “A 176. I think.”

A bitter chuckle left your lips and you turned in your seat just enough so that you could face Aaron. You were so close to him that, even in the dark lighting of the bar, you could make out every feature on his face. “Christ, and here I was thinking I could out-lawyer you,” you teased.

Aaron took a sip of his drink — double scotch neat. “I’ve seen the way you like to argue with me. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t want to go up against you in court,” he scoffed. 

“Hm, yeah but you like it when I argue with you,” you pointed out, leaning in closer to him. “Because then you get to shut me up.”

Aaron set his drink down on the table, his face never betraying any sort of emotion. “Come over tonight,” he told you, his voice lowering. The hand that was on your knee slowly trailed up your thigh, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You smirked, deciding to mess with him a little. “Presumptuous of you to assume I don’t already have plans after this.” You didn’t, and Aaron knew that. He somehow always knew. 

In spite of that, he decided to indulge your teasing. “Cancel them.” It wasn’t a suggestion, and he punctuated his demand by squeezing your thigh. “I can help you study later.”

That was all the convincing you needed. You slipped out of the booth, ready to pull him straight out of the bar, but his face gave you pause. “Meet me at my car in two minutes,” he told you firmly, and you nodded obediently and sat back down.

You watched him start to walk out of the bar, only to be stopped by Emily and Derek. You watched as the three of them talked, Aaron's whole body tensing. There was a lull in the conversation before the three of them looked over at you, Emily and Derek trying to hide their drunken smiles.

They knew. They had to know. It’s not like you and Aaron were being subtle. In some part of your subconscious, you were sure that they knew long before tonight, and that this was just a confirmation. Still, you didn’t know how Aaron was going to react. You thought that Aaron was going to deny it, or even end things with you right there. Besides that one office-sex slip up, Aaron had been so careful about keeping you a secret from his professional life, even going as far as asking you to not call his office phone. In a shocking turn of events, he just smiled and gave you a small nod before making his way towards the door.

Figuring that you didn’t need to wait the two minutes anymore, you started to head towards the exit, blushing as you went. You could feel everybody’s eyes on you the whole time, but when you looked around, none of them seemed to be judging you. If anything, they seemed… happy? You were just about to reach the doors when Penelope cut you off.

“Does this mean you’ll start having lunch with me in the Batcave?” she said excitedly, not even needing to preface her question. They all knew.

“Whenever I get a chance,” you promised.

Penelope reached down to grab your hands, covering them both with hers. “Good! It can get lonely when they’re all off saving the world.”

“Hey Penelope,” you started, pursing your lips nervously. “Is this thing with Aaron and I… is it okay? I don’t want to make things weird for your team.”

Penelope gave you a sympathetic look and shook her head quickly, like even the very act of bringing it up made her sad. “Of course it’s okay! Hotch is happier than we’ve seen him in a long time, and that’s all we want for him. He’s a good guy who has just been through too much. But if he gives you any problems, you come straight to us. You’re one of us now.”

Then, without any warning, Penelope pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten. You could smell her perfume, something floral and sweet. “Thank you,” you said as she let you go.

“Oh no, thank you,” she retorted, grinning. “Now you go have fun.”

You laughed and walked out of the bar, making your way to the parking lot. Part of you was still worried about Aaron’s reaction to knowing the secret was out.

But when you saw Aaron leaning against his car, and you saw his smile when he looked up to see you, all your fears were assuaged. “Who ambushed you?” he called from across the parking lot, his voice light.

“Penelope,” you admitted, and he nodded unsurprised as he opened the passenger side door for you.

You buckled your seatbelt and watched as Aaron made his way into the driver's seat and loosened his tie. “Are you okay with them knowing?” you asked nervously.

Aaron was quiet as he started the car, so quiet that you thought that maybe he didn’t even hear you. It wasn’t until the car pulled out of the parking lot that he spoke. “Yes,” he told you, and it truly seemed like he meant it. Then, as a joke, he added, “Although, I reserve the right to change my mind after seeing them at work tomorrow.” 

“What?” you teased. “You’re not going to spill all of the dirty details to your coworkers?”

Aaron laughed and fuck if that wasn’t the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. “I thought you needed to study.”

You shrugged and leaned over the center console just far enough to press a kiss to his jaw. “I do. So you better make it worth my time,” you purred into his ear, smirking as you watched his knuckles turn white from clenching the steering wheel. “Or you can get me off while I study?”

You thought back to what Aly had said about whether things changed between you and Aaron. On paper, everything had changed. There was no need for secrecy or sneaking around anymore. You wouldn’t need to travel an hour outside of the city just to be seen with each other in public. The unspoken rules were going to change, considering the two of you had broken pretty much all of them already. Aaron had changed, and so had you. It was impossible for it to be the same as it was two years ago.

But as you sat in the passenger’s seat of his car, Aaron grinning devilishly at you, you couldn’t help but think that at its core, nothing really changed. 

[lady-literature]

A Miraculous DC Crossover

ALL RIGHT!!

I’ve been sucked into this unholy sub-fandom and I have thoughts okay? lots of them. Almost none are coherent and I don’t care. I have no plotline to write a fic but by the gods do I need to get out all my ideas.

Behold:

the Salttm

Lila, obviously. But she’s a petty nuisance at best, and an annoyingly competent akuma to fight at worst. manipulative, but not really dangerous ya feel?

Alya. which like, home girl probably doesn’t deserve but like,,, the drama??

CHLOE REDEMPTION YOU COWARDS

She and Marinette become surprisingly good friends (because I love that for both of them and you can pry it from me cold, dead hands)

Nettie-bug and Queenie

They pick on Adrien together

Mari’s friends Protection Squad That Don’t Take No Shit

Adrien

Chloe

NINO BITCH HE DESERVES MORE LOVE TBH

Alix?? Probably

Luka obvi

Felix (PV)?? Or does Marinette have enough emotionally constipated boys in her life?

(Answer: no. no she does not.)

Nath? He be a good fox tbh. creative and sneaky boi

Kagami!!! I love her

They’re all heroes because I say so.

Felix (Sparrow) is an honorary member even though he doesn’t have a miraculous

He handles PR and other background things along with Chloe

Joined up a few years back when Parisians were getting a bit too critical of the heroes

No Hawkmoth b/c fuck that guy

He existed, just not anymore. Bitch got yeeted

There’s other villains in town now. After Hawkmoth’s defeat other metas/supervillains looked at Paris and was just like, ‘free real estate?”

So now the Miraculous Team are Paris’ Actual Full-Time Hero TeamTM… yay.

Ladybug, Chat Noir, and Abielle (or like, Wasp/Yellow Jacket idk Chloe changes her name because ~identity stuff~) are the core three team. like, the wonder woman/batman/superman trio of the MTeam.

Nath is called Reynard Ambre b/c I love him

The public knows he exists but he’s never seen in battle and no pictures exist.

but there are plenty of instances where Paris knows he out mucking around because those akuma battles always get really weird.

Marinette be the guardian?

Guardian in training

Along with all the other holders b/c jesus. Give the girl a break.

Yeah. I like that Idea. All current holders are training to be guardians as well, but Mari’s going to step up as Guardian Supreme when Fu steps down.

Hero fashion!!!

The Miraculous Team is all decked out in their own merch like 24/7

Rarely is it thier own hero persona tho

Not because of like,,,, secrecy or anything. Just because they’re all nerds who love each other

Marinette is the lead producer of Miraculous Merchandise. It’s like,,, her BrandTM It was completely unintentional too

(Adrien and Chloe financially support her work tho. She designs, makes a prototype, and has her two blondes get others to replicate it)

Half of Paris is wearing her without knowing it

(Go MDC! get it girl!)

She totally makes Gotham inspired outfits because what else would she do????

Don’t get her wrong, most of Gotham’s fashion sense royally pisses her off but it’s fun and hey, supporting her fellow heroes ya know?

She wears a Robin hoodie after being officially acquainted with both Damian and Robin (separately of course)

Damian chokes on something, probably his own tongue.

It confuses Nettie. But then she thinks maybe he’s a fan too? She offers to make one for him but he steadfastly refuses much to his brothers’ amusement.

Might make a robin themed dress?? If so, she crosses paths with Robin when she does, thoroughly embarrassing her and almost sending poor Dami into a crisis.

Rogues Gallery

She makes a lot of designs off the rouges gallery because like, supporting people trying to get better??? also they’re some of the few who’s aesthetic aint shit?

She can’t make all of them because she ran out of time, so the rest get posited up on her Instagram and MDC blog (that’s run by Tikki mostly. She’s a great secretary and gets bored in Mari’s purse all the time)

Everyone is very flattered

Harley, if she ever finds it, immediately commission all pieces and wears them around Gotham don’t @ me

Daminette obvi

Marinette meets him and is just like ‘wow, you’re horrible. I want five’

Marinette, in the group chat later: so I met Kagami and Felix’s love child today

Kagami and Felix, seconds apart: I would never stoop so low

immediately after: Hey what the fuck? Rude

Nino: Nettie, dearest, sunshine, light of our collective lives and reason I breathe, what the fuck

Adrien: Kagami, my love, how could you? the Betrayal

Chloe: ew

Luka: Send pics or it didn’t happen

Nath: [insert the ‘right in front of my salad?’ meme]

Whenever they cross paths as Robin and Mari, he’ll just like,,, appear from nowhere hanging upside down spiderman style. Mari finds it endearing but she also wants him to stop scaring the shit out of her

Nicknames, because I have an unhealthy obsession with them, alright?

Misc Mari names: Bug, Bugaboo, Buginette, Madame President/Colonel (when the Team’s being cheeky), Princess, Marigold, Nettie (by like, Nino and Alix)

Jason calls her Pixie-pop

The bird boys call her Nightingale/Mockingbird in like, honor of her being a kickass civillian

Mari refers to them as ‘the flock’ (and bird-brains after getting to know them better)

Damian calls her: Starling, Habibti, ya qamar(my moon), malaki (angel), ya wardati(my flower) (b/c like, angel’s cute an all but I just think Damian’s way more dramatic than that tbh. he’d put thought into his nicknames)

Mari calls Damian: mon soleil (my sunshine) (because symmetry and also Mari thinks she’d hilarious), Birdie, petit oiseau/oisillon

I like the idea of Jagged being a native Gothamite tbh

it’s just so fun honestly???

He’s probably the reason the MTeam are in Gotham in the first place? maybe? anyway, the class is there, right? right. 

Kagami, Luka and Felix are all holding the fort down in Paris. Ain't no akumas but sometimes they need backup so when certain heroes need to disappear, Nath has Trixx set up an illusion of whichever one so they can slip away with the horse miraculous.

Mari’s the one who has to leave the most because she’s still Paris’ damage control, so like,,,,, ya know.

Mari doesn’t get left behind, at least not on the first day b/c come on people! She has plenty of friends in class watching out for her and a semi-competent teacher who does care even if she’s non-confrontational to a fault.

She does eventually become separated from the group. Half because of Lila and half because she’s always fucking late and got distracted.

She actually runs into one of the civilian batfam in the first place because the class was allowed an hour or so to wander around the shopping district or whatever to explore/buy things/get food. They just needed to return to the meetup spot at a certain time but Mari is like ten minutes away when it’s five minutes to the meetup

So she’s just… fucking booking it and completely takes out this trained vigilante without trying to.

Mari, as she’s groaning on the ground, tangled around a boy: By Kwamii, I thought my luck was supposed to be good Tikki.

That or like, the subway doors close before she can get on them and the rest of the class ends up ahead of her leaving her to get caught up on some bullshit in the next train or smth.

Oh, like. Of course it’s her train that gets held hostage. Wonderful.

(Later, Mari will rant at Tikki about her luck. A common conversation between the two tbh.)

This could be where she officially meets the Batfam as the Batfam. Or, like. A couple of em, at least.

Marinette getting serial adopted by the whole goddamn batfamily because i will die for this trope tbh i dont even care

The Robins nickname her Nightingale before they realize she’s Ladybug

They still call her that after but it’s not with the intention of making it her hero name anymore

Her and Alfred are def bros you don’t understand

Actually, Gina and Alfred are old friends. Mari totally knows Alfie before the bat fam and calls him Poppy/Pépé

which floors the batfam because what? Since when does that happen???

Alfred and Mari never, like, actually met in person before, but video chats exist and Gina def talks about the two to each other so it’s like they may as well know each other.

I also like the idea of Alfred being a former holder, probably the peacock. I would adore that

Just,,,, so many fun hero shenanigans

Yeah sure. The batfam are super detectives and have a history of figuring out people’s identities in no time at all. Whatever. Where’s the drama in that though? The showmanship?

Fuck canon, the Miraculous all have glamours because magic bitch and it plays fucking hell on the Batfam and all their shit

Every single Batfam member is simultaneously pulling their hair out because they don’t know who these heroes are???? Why can they figure them out?? Confusion???????

Miraculous team is just…. Straight up laughing at them. The poor dears.

That one gag where it’s a well-known secret that Mari has connections to every Parisian hero and is basically their own personal catering service/comfort place.

Also, it’s the worst kept secret in Paris that Mari is Multimouse

None of the MTeam have confirmed that rumour but they also don’t deny it.

they actually started the rumour. If all of Paris thinks Mari’s the mouse, a temporary hero, no one’s going to think she’s Ladybug/or that she’s an easy target to go after

chloe actually came up with that one

Mari meeting all of Damian’s ‘associates’ (ie pets)

She adores all of them and they her.

Especially GOLIATH, why isn’t he talked about more honestly???? He’s GREAT

She meets Goliath as Ladybug and Robin is just… so done with him??? You are supposed to be a fearsome beast and a professional why are you rolling over and expoSING YOUR STOMACH??? Meanwhile, Ladybug is just: Awww! Who’s a good boy? Who’s the best boy? You are! Look at how handsome you are! Cute widdle baby-

Miraculous Team hanging on the roof of their hotel kinda chilling

Maybe having a debate about doing some free-running/parkour?

Also maybe about whether or not they should be heroes while in Gotham

MT being like, why can’t we go and stop an armed robbery? we can help!

“Gotham already has very active heroes-”

“Vigilantes!”

“-whatever. I don’t want us stepping on any toes. This isn’t our terf and Batman’s known for being strict about Metas rolling around here.”

“We aren’t Metas though.”

“I don’t think he’ll enjoy splitting that particular hair, Nino. Just- not unless lives are at stake, okay? Emergencies only.”

“Yes, Colonel Ladybug.”

This debate most def gets crashed by batfam and confusion ensues upon both sides

batfam didn’t hear anything, they’re just really confused about these french kids hanging out on a roof in Gotham

Just.... yes. all of that. I have like, more but those are not organized or even remotely coherent. here you go! I might write for this but I already have other fics rn so... it wouldn’t be for a while. and as I said, I have no plot.

take this though, i guess. *throws confetti*

[mayraki]

CHAPTER TWO

“the cell buddies reunit”

CHAPTER ONE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST

who is max belinsky?

concept boards for the new characters

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Bitch! Wake the fuck up!” That’s the first thing Max heard when her mind woke up on that Sunday morning. She opened her sleepy eyes to see her blonde best friend, Sam, on the side of the bed looking at her with a big smile.

Sam Lester, Max’s parter in crime. The one who was always up for a good party, being the blonde girl every boy was after, looking like the most innocent girl but being the total opposite, and dancing all night. She had problems with her attitude, just like Max, that’s how they became friends: after defending a Pogue from a Kook in primary school. Since then, they were inseparable, being each other’s number on and other half.

“How the hell did you get into my house?” Max asked letting her elbows hold her head up.

“Your brother let me in.” She said shrugging her shoulders but Max looked at her confused.

“But Fred is supposed to be at work..”

“Oh, no, no. Cody let me in.”

“Damn it, he’s not supposed to open the door when someone knocks.” Max got quickly up from bed to talk to his little brother but when she noticed Sam was giving her a innocent smile, she stopped and lifted her eyebrow. “What did you do?”

“I may have yelled ‘Dude let me in’ multiple times when you didn’t answer your phone. I think he got annoyed and that’s why he let me in, but let’s just say it was because he recognised me and not because my voice is annoying.”

“Sam, you have to stop yelling to come into my house.” Max said and started to changer her pijama into some comfortable clothes. “One day my parents are going to be here and I don’t think they would like to be woken up by your screams.” She finished changing and then walked out of her room to look for her little brother.

“It’s not my fault that you’re a super heavy sleeper and you don’t hear anything!” Sam said while following her. “And talking about your parents, do you know when are they coming home?”

Max let out a little sigh. She didn’t like to talk about her parents, specially since she hadn’t seen them in person in a long time. “We spoke yesterday, they still don’t know.”

Sam knew about her situation, and how Max felt about it, so she just nodded and carried on following her best friend around the house.

“Cody!” Max yelled. Seconds later, her fourteen year old brother appeared on the living room with messy hair and half closed eyes. “Looking good, dude.” She said trying to hold on a laugher after seeing her little brother’s conditions.

“Well, if your best friend hadn’t come so early I would’ve been able to sleep fifteen more minutes.” He said annoyed and Sam walked to where he was with a smile on her face.

“Oh c’mon, are you mad at me for not being able to sleep fifteen more minutes?”

“Fifteen minutes are fifteen minutes!”

“What is it with this family and their love for sleeping!” Sam said shaking her head.

“We appreciate the little things in life.” Max said and then walked closer to her brother. “Fred told me that he’s going to be spend the night at the hotel and-”

“Oh, wait, that means you’re cooking tonight? I can’t have pasta again or I’ll die!”

“Don’t be so dramatic! And maybe you can do your own cooking from now on if you don’t like my lovely meals.” Sam and Cody gave each other looks and Max opened her mouth offended. “Fine, I won’t do my famous sauce anymore. Your loss. But that’s not why I called you... Fred told me that he’s going to come back tomorrow morning because some old rich people are at the hotel and his boss wants him there all day.”

“So that means I have to make lunch today?” Cody said like it was not the first time it happened. Because it wasn’t.

Three siblings living in the same house trying to take care of each other it’s harder than it looks. Fred Belinsky, being the older child, he was the responsable one. Took over the ‘father’ place since he had no other option. Found the opportunity to get a job at one of the most popular hotels in Outer Banks. Being there was a huge money maker, but, that meant more hours and more work. Max, the middle child, being just a teenager, was able to found a part-time job at a local clothes store called ‘Ocean Drive’. Wasn’t much, but it was enough to help the family. And last but not least, Cody, the messy and opinionated one. He had always something to say and he didn’t mind being honest, the type to say and then think. He cleaned pools now and then, but being the youngest and having no experience at all, he couldn’t help in anything else than on the house.

“So, what happend last night?” Sam asked Max once they were out the house, walking towards the ‘Ocean Drive’.

“Well, I have to do 24 hours of community service. Nothing serious.” Max shrugged her shoulders. Deputy Miller’s words came into her mind and she looked down.

“I feel so bad! I wish a could help you! Fuck it, I’ll be there. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m pretty sure Officer Johnson is going to be there watching, you won’t be able to help me.”

“I don’t give a shit about Johnson, he’s an asshole.” Sam shrugged her shoulders and Max nodded, letting out a little laugh.

“Don’t feel bad, I won’t be alone anyway.”

“What?” Sam furrowed her eyebrow confused.

“I haven’t told you. I’m going to do it with the one and only JJ Maybank.”

“Whaaaaat?” Sam asked surprised. “Yeah! I heard he got into some trouble last night at a party.” She stopped to think and then added after letting out a sigh. “Kooks, isn’t it?” Max nodded.

“Annoying Kooks. What else?”

“So... JJ Maybank, huh?” She shook her head. “I don’t really understand what the girls see on him? He’s cool and all, but what else?”

Max didn’t answer immediately. There was something intriguing about him, she wanted to know more. Yes, they would often cross each other on parties, but never actually talked or looked at each other more than when people talked about what one of them did. Max never expected to feel this way about him. So she just shrugged her shoulders and carried on walking to the her job.

“Looking like a whole damn meal.” Sam said after Max opened the door and she saw her with her party outfit.

Max let out a little laugh and then turned around to see her brother on the couch reading some old comic. “Don’t forget, dinner is in the fridge, don’t open-”

“Don’t open the door to strangers, I know, Max. It’s not my first time being alone in the house.” Cody said without taking his eyes away from the comic.

Max nodded and then closed the door behind her. The night was beautiful and the sky was full of stars, the wind was not cold which made the walking to beach more enjoyable. Max and Sam were talking about the plans for the week but then they were cut off by some Kooks walking pass them.

“Looking good for some Pogues.” A blonde guy said and the others laughed.

“Looking bad for someone with money.” Max said quickly.

Sam let out a loud laugh and one of the guys locked eyes with her. “Why don’t you guys forget about that lame party your friends are throwing and come join us?”

Max and Sam locked eyes with each other and then a loud laugh came out of their mouths simultaneously.

“Something funny?” The same guy asked.

“Yeah, it’s hilarious that you guys think that you’re on our league!” Max said while laughing before turning around and continue walking towards the beach, leaving the Kooks behind.

“Oh, I really needed that tonight.” Sam said and Max nodded with a smile. “Making fun of Kooks always makes me feel better.”

“You know what else makes me feel better?” Max said once the music that was coming from the beach started to get louder. “Beer!”

After grabbing some bottles, they decided to sit down on the side of the beach and enjoy the feeling of the alcohol hitting their bodies. The party was full of people dancing, drunk teenagers, locals trying to hit on tourons, and Pogues having the best time of their lives while playing some beer pong. But Max wasn’t paying attention to any of that, she was too focused on the conversation she was having with her best friends, until some arms went around her neck giving her a hug from behind.

“Here’s my cell buddy!” Max turned her head to see JJ next to her with a cup of beer on his hand.

“Having fun JJ?” Max said with a little smile after seeing JJ drank his entire drink in one big sip.

“I am now that you’re here, princess.” Max quickly shook her head and grabbed JJ’s arm, pulling it away from her shoulders.

“Don’t call me princess.”

“But I like that nickname for you, baby!” Max rolled her eyes and got up from where she was. “Don’t get mad!” She was about to walk away but then JJ grabbed her hand, making her take a brisk step back that almost made her fall into the sand. Max annoyed, turned around to see her hand and JJ’s. She then looked up to lock eyes with him but he was frozen, his eyes were wide open at the realisation to what he just did, and the regret. Max lifted and eyebrow once JJ looked up and he quickly let go of her hand. “Sorry dude!”

“Uh, I don’t know what the fuck was that..” Sam waved her hand between Max and JJ. “But I’m Sam, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Sam. I’m JJ, Max’s cell buddy.” JJ winked at Max, she gave him an obvious fake smile and then proceeded to take a big sip of her beer.

“There you are dude!” A guy said walking towards JJ. He then was followed by a another guy, and a familiar girl. Max immediately recognised Kie Carrera, the only rich kid Max didn’t hate. Their parents were good friends when they were kids, they would often hang out and have fun together. But slowly drifted apart, but the fun memories were still there and if they crossed each other they wouldn’t miss the opportunity to hug each other and remember the old times.

“Max!” Kie said after locking eyes with Max. She ran towards her and wrapped her arms around her back, making it into a tight hug. “I haven’t seen you since summer started, what have you been up to?”

“Getting intro trouble, that’s for sure!” JJ said behind her. Kie rolled her eyes at her drunk friend and then came back to Max.

“He’s not wrong.” Max said shrugging her shoulder and Kie just let out a little laugh before turning to Sam, who walked up to them.

Sam let out a little nervous smile after locking eyes with Kie. “I’m Sam.”

Max was going back and forth between her two friends. She had never seen her best friend like this, she was giving nervous laughter at Kie’s words and then playing with her fingers on and on. But that thought was cut off when some people started to scream in excitement at some popular song that just started to play.

“You know what I missed the most about our adventures when we were kids?” Max asked turning to her friends. Kie furrowed her eyebrows waiting for an answer. “Our dances on top the the kitchen table.” A smile appeared on Kie’s face. Sam just lifted her arms into the air excited and walked to the group of people dancing, followed by her two friends.

“I hope our dances now are not like our dances back then.” Kie said jokingly and Max let out a little laugh, before letting the music guide her body.

Max didn’t knew how many songs she danced with the girls. Her two hands weren’t enough if she wanted to count them. She looked down at her cup and realized that it was empty, so she turned to her friends and pointed at the cup, they both nodded understanding and Max was on her way to the Kegger.

Once her cup was refilled, a slight pain appeared on her feet so she decided to sit down on the sand and enjoy the view of Sam and Kie dancing like crazy to the song that was playing. She let out a little laugh when Sam threw her hands into the air and started to wave them, she never failed to make Max laugh. That happy feeling she had inside went away when she looked around the people dancing and saw the Kook from before. She rolled her eyes annoyed and then continued drinking the beer, she was starting to enjoy the music but when the noise of people moving around next to her made her look up and see some people making a circle around some guys.

She got up and quickly walked towards Sam, who was now looking at the boys they were circling around.

“What happend?” Max asked Sam once she was next to her, but she just shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.

Max made her way closer to see what was going on, and when she saw who was the one making all this fuss, she furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“Take it back.” JJ said at the blonde Kook angrily.

The Kook let out a loud laugh and then looked around, he then stopped once he locked eyes with Max. He let out a little arrogant smile and then went back to JJ. “There she is.”

Max looked around confused. “Huh?”

“Why would I take it back? It’s the truth.” He said proudly. Max noticed that what the guy was talking about made JJ even more angry. “I would love to take her home with me tonight.”

“Excuse you?” Max quickly said while walking closer to him. “What did you just say?”

“Don’t deny it baby! You would love to.”

“I would rather drown than go home with you, dickhead.”

“You heard the lady, now, back off dude.” JJ said. But the Kook let out a little smile and then continued to ignore JJ, by turning to Max and walking closer to her. Max noticed that JJ was ready to grab the guy by the neck of his shirt to pull him back, but Max was faster, throwing the drink she had on her hand to the Kook.

Without hesitating, Max grabbed JJ’s hand and started to ran away knowing that the Kooks would go after them both.

“You bitch!” The kook yelled and when Max looked back at them, she noticed that him and his group were running after them. But luckily for JJ and Max, they were both pretty good at running away from people.

“Holy shit!” JJ yelled after letting out a big laugh.

“Just keep running you idiot!” Max was still grabbing JJ’s while running, she was the one pulling him making sure he was behind her.

“Where the fuck are you taking me?” Max turned around at a dark corner on the street trying to lose the Kooks. “Are you going to kill me?!” JJ said after looking at his surroundings.

“If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t be taking you away from those Kooks!” Max yelled. She then let out a little smile when she saw her house once she stepped out of the dark alley.

She quickly opened the front door after letting go of JJ’s hand and she pushed him inside.

“Do you see them?” JJ asked when Max stared to look out the window.

“I don’t, but I don’t think they saw us getting inside.” Max let out a big relief breath and then let her back rest on the wall.

“Nice house.” JJ said while looking around. “Are you parents home?” JJ turned to Max and she shook her head. “Wow, you bring me home when your parents aren’t here? Max... buy a boy dinner first.”

She let out a little laugh and then started to walk to the kitchen. “In your dreams, Maybank. Besides, my little brother is here.”

“Your brother?” JJ asked, and like a calling spell, Cody walked into the kitchen.

“You bring a guy home when Fred isn’t? Seriously Max?” Cody said lifting an eyebrow.

“That’s what I said little dude!” JJ said and Cody turned to him.

“JJ Maybank?” Cody asked and then a little smile appeared on his face. “You’re like the best surfer in Outer Banks!”

“Well, I don’t like to brag, but I kinda am.” JJ nodded proudly and Max rolled her eyes.

“Don’t like to brag, huh?” Max asked but the boys ignored her once they started to talk about surfing. She stood there watching the boys talk excitedly about boards and the best waved to surf on. “I don’t like this.” Max shook her head and they finally turned to her.

“What? I can’t be friends with your little brother?”

“You’re a bad influence!” Max pointed at JJ and he took his hand to his chest pretending to be offended.

“Oh, because you’re a great influence.” Cody said sarcastically. JJ turned to him with a proud smile and then nodded.

“Nice, bro.” JJ handed his hand to Cody and they did a handshake like they been friends since birth.

“Unbelievable!” Max threw her hands into the air annoyed and the proceeded to pour herself a drink of water. “Cody, it’s late, go to your room!”

“Ok, then, I’ll be listening to music so you two don’t have to worry about me.” He said before walking away. Max opened her mouth surpised and embarrassed but JJ just let out a little laugh.

“Cody!” She felt her cheeks burn so she took a long sip to hide it. “Sorry for that.”

“Don’t be, he’s a smart kid, clearly he noticed this obvious tension between us two and he mentioned it. He’s doing my job.” JJ walked closer to Max and took her glass of water out of her hands. She punched the side of his upper arm and that JJ threw a little bit of water out of his mouth. “Ouch!”

“You totally deserved that.” Max shrugged her shoulder and then walked to the living room, to look out the window to see if the Kooks were still looking for them. JJ’s words “Take it back.” came into the mind once she sat down on the floor and the curiosity hit her body.

“Are they around?” JJ asked once he sat down infront of her, infront of the door.

“No.” She said and then closed the curtain. “Why did you got so angry when that guy said something about me?” She asked when silence surrounded them.

He looked down while thinking the answer. JJ was questioning if he should say the truth or not, but nothing else was coming to his mind, so he decided to tell the real reason. “I don’t like when Kooks say something like that about my friends.”

“Oh, we’re friends now?” Max said with a little smile.

“Yeah, I mean, you brought me to your home when your parents aren’t here, after a party, at least we have to be friends right?” JJ said with a little smirk.

“Oh, yeah, because not being friends with a girl stopped you before huh?”

“Is that how you see me? That hurts!” JJ pretended that his heart hurted making his back fall on the floor. Max rolled his eyes but then a little laugh came out of her mouth. “Hey! I made you laugh, that’s a win for me!”

“With all jokes aside..” Max grabbed JJ’s arm to pull him up and lock eyes with him. “Thank you for having my back, but you don’t have to fight someone for me, I can handle myself.”

“I know, but that’s what friends do.” JJ shrugged his shoulders.

Max let out a little smile while looking at JJ. She noticed those blue eyes he had and that they looked more beautiful under the moon light that was coming through the window. She quickly looked away when she realized that she was staring and went back to looking through the window.

“I don’t think they’re looking for us anymore, you can go if you want.” Max got up and JJ did the same.

“Why are you kicking me out so soon, princess? But I’m going to miss you!”

“Don’t call me princess! Besides, we have community service tomorrow, remember?”

“Ah yes, i’m going to sleep more peacefully now.” JJ let out a relief breath and Max shook her head.

“Bye bye, Maybank...” She said after opening the door and moving to the side so he could walk outside.

“Bye bye, Belinsky.” He repeated her tone and then left the house, after playfully blowing a kiss to Max and leaving the girl with a little smile on her face.

CHAPTER THREE

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[rin-hanarin]

I’ve been thinking about dirkjohn a lot recently, so I conjured a wall of scattered thoughts because I have a terrible need to share them.

I love how versatile they are when it comes to the way you can portray them. I enjoy tenderness and fluff a lot, but I equally like darker scenarios and personal drama (which should be obvious because I enjoyed Homestuck at all lmao).

The general idea for me personally boils down to ‘huge bitch and nice guy’ where Dirk and John are both because they have multiple sides to them. Keep in mind that everything below doesn’t include post Credits content, I’m aware of it, but I prefer to have a clean slate.

John is genuinely caring and empathetic, but he can be insensitive and mean at times, and I feel like flaws make him more alive and give him a relatable human qualities while simultaneously making him contradict his character traits. I think his character is flexible enough for a huge amount of interpretations to be reasonable, regardless of what I personally do and don’t like. My image of John is that of a person who tends to escape and disregard their worst moments and emotions instead of truly getting over them until they explode, and it’s proven to be the case with his violent outbursts. Things make him mad and he isn’t a saint all-forgiving guy because that’s how people work, and I don’t believe his being supportive but also telling people to fuck off contradict each other. John isn’t faking being nice and loving his friends and family, but he also refuses to acknowledge his own issues and can be a brick wall sometimes. You can explain John’s multiple sides in his love for pranks: they are jokes, but their entire purpose is to cause someone distress for someone else’s enjoyment, and it’s up to individual to decide if they like it or not.

Dirk on the other hand comes off as an arrogant and self-centered even without his multiple questionable selves, but he also has a lot of love to give and keeps getting hurt and disappointed because of it. On the surface he seems to be the opposite of John, when in actuality they both struggle to be completely genuine and vulnerable because they know they’ll get hurt if they do (it’s also growing up in a ‘normal society’ for John, you can imagine the consequences.)

When it comes to their potential interactions (which sadly never happened), I can see them teasing and making fun of each other mercilessly, but they also can eventually lower their walls a bit if they realise that it’s okay to trust someone and be vulnerable with them. I think that’s why the most common scenario in dirkjohn fiction is Dirk seeing John at his lowest without judging him because on some levels he’s the same: they can’t judge each other without reflecting and throwing their own personal issues at themselves at the same time, if that makes any sense. They also have no actual expectations of each other because they lack a personal connection other than ‘friend’s relative’, which doesn’t mean shit. John has his friends’ expectations placed on him, and Dirk’s literally the only person out of the whole human group that doesn’t have some sort of image of John, other than his alternate universe self and vague things Dave told. Dirk had expectations for his friends and that backfired horribly, but he has the most vague idea of who John Egbert is, and I feel like he learned or at least has the potential to learn to keep his expectations in check.

Basically dirkjohn is full of possibilities because of how unexplored it is in any official material. They can be anything you want them to be, and you get a special kind of creative freedom if you have barely anything to work with. John likes Dave’s comics and is totally comfortable with Rose’s interests, he just vibes with Strilondes a lot when it comes to their sense of humour and on-brand posturing; Dirk’s really familiar with the extreme versions of stubborn deflecting and bad taste and he’s completely okay with is, but he also uses Cage memes to fuck with people because he’s ironically a haha funny guy in his own special way. I think they should be friends.