"So wait you're dating Cat woman—?" Peter two asked quietly, leaned forward on the science desk.
"—not mj or gwen?" Peter one finished with a whisper.
Her Peter lifted his head with surprise, "Wha- no, me and mj are strictly friends."
"But isn't cat woman like super into gunplay, robberies and double crossing people?"
"Don't forget armed robberies and russian roulette!"
"Hold on, wait, you guys got it all wrong." Peter waved his hands to clarify, "I mean she did kinda sell me out to the Vulture once—"
"yup." Peter two nodded.
"Sounds about right." Peter one remarked.
"But she gave all that up for me. For a chance of us. And besides,"
He looked up to see his girl hold up her long braided hair with a hair tie between her lips.
Once she got that out the way, she secured her goggles repairing the lizards stabilising device with a soldering iron. Also sharing offhand banter with MJ that had Ned gaping.
"I really like Seline. I'm like.. really into her." He nodded his brunette hair, expressing as best as he could in his awkward yet loveable manner.
His fingers unknowingly toyed with the ring Aunt may gifted him before her untimely passing.
The peters shared a look.
Once the other-side of the lab, the braided girl turned to the curly haired girl with a 'friendly' smile, passing her the soldering iron.
"Just so you know, Mary-Jane. If you ever think about taking my boyfriend from me, I'll stick my heels so far up your ass and ask you what it tastes like."
MJ narrowed her eyes not shying from the debate, "I'm not surprised he chose you. Spiderman has to be charitable, unfortunately it meant taking in the strays, Seline Kyle." she sneered, screwing in a few bits.
Ned gawked at the exchange holding up his hands, "Wait, Ladies maybe we shouldn't fight—"
Seline cackled lifting up her goggles to her head, "Aww your funny as fuk, forget pete i want you!" Her eyes creasing at the corners as she laughed pulling at her single dimple.
"You're hot." Mj blurted out feeling her cheeks get hot, amusing the newly antihero.
"It's a facade." She brushed off, grabbing the girl's hand with smoothness that caught the light-skin teen off guard.
"Hey, Seline." The girl hummed, responding to Ned after complimenting Mj's black dahlia necklace.
"Peter told me you're a secret nerd." Ned looked up at the girl, clasping his hands together. "Prove it."
She simply tossed him a small tube for him to catch, "That's a pym particle, stolen by me, from ant man in the avengers 'civil war' if you may. It uses subatomic particles to harness energy, magnifying or shrinking an items overall atomic mass before doing it on a physical level. Harnessing it, along with vibranium also makes heists or i guess fighting crime, a breeze"
She lifted her sleek gloves from the table to show her claws were made from said material, looking between the two with a serious look in her eyes.
"Before i go further, what do you know about quantum physics..?"
Peter watched with a fond and dopey smile on his lips, ".. yeah, she's amazing."
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With the battle with the peter's villains taking up-till the early morning it was only in the destruction the group all reunited.
"Are you guys okay?" Their peter wrapped his arms around MJ and Ned, feeling them nod. The two overall unharmed except for a cut on MJ's forehead.
"You're bleeding." his thumb pad brushed over the cut, with girl reassuring him she was fine.
"Have you seen, Seline? Is she okay?" He asked with slight panic.
"Yeah she's good. She's with Doctor strange, wow that feels weird to day." Ned pointed over at the girl, who handed over his sling ring after trapping the magician in mirror domain with her boyfriend earlier.
"Seline!" He called out to her, getting her attention as she turned in his direction. The couple acted on impulse stumbling towards each other after a tiring battle.
They met in an embrace, where the boys arms curled around her waist. His head dug into her neck. Her arms around his neck, fingers running through his hair tenderly. Their breathing in sync like they finally found their rhythm.
"I'm so glad you're safe." She closed her eyes in relief.
"I was so worried about you, you know?" He expressed hugging her close, "I'm not holding you too tight, am I?"
She shook her head, wishing to melt into him. "No, it's perfect." her voice slightly shook with overwhelming dread. "Peter, If we had that chance, the one we spoke about, to leave all this behind. All this fighting, and conflict. I would."
"You can, I'll fix this I promise. We'll get strange to fix the spell and—"
"No, Peter, With you. I won't leave without you. It's either us or it's nothing." She pulled back to look at him. Her hands caressing his face with so much profound love.
Her eyes softened at the sight of her love. His lips tugged at the sight of her despair, thumb working a shape into her suit that only made her stomach churn.
"It's always going to be us. When he fixes the spell, I'll come find you like i always do. We'll be Cat and Spider, and fall in love all over again."
She slowly shook her head, "I want to meet you as Seline, Peter. Cry, laugh, struggle please let it be ours."
Their foreheads leaned against each-other as he promised, "It will be." His hand moulding around hers, compensating.
"I love you, Seline."
"I love you always, Peter."
And Peter parker was no longer known.
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The following month, the brunette strolled into a coffee shop with nervousness stiffening his every step. MJ behind the counter conversing with an older customer lightly.
She turned, her brown hair swept out of her face and into a low messy bun. Peter stilled thinking she was waving at him, only for Ned to slide past heading to his usual seat.
The girl greeted him with an easy smile, "One sec," She turned back to her customer.
He stepped up, "Hi, I'm Peter Parker and I..would like a coffee, please." His words dying on his tongue as did his hope seeing how happy they were.
MJ sniffed in amusement, "'Kay, no problem Peter Parker." She shuffled around, providing her Filipino friend with a dessert.
"Doughnut for my fellow engineer." They conversed about the school they were accepted into, the boy only watching with longing as he was served his coffee.
Maybe somethings were better without him.
Days later, the teen had finally gathered his things moving into his apartment after meddling with door for a bit.
He set up his wardrobe and put things together. It was still empty, but it was now home so he had to make do.
Now all he was forgetting was food. He ran his hands down his face watching EV set up system preferences through his fingers, before getting up and throwing on a coat and hat.
The door shut behind him as he pocketed his keys, patting his coat for his wallet and searching up Delmar's deli on maps.
His shoulder accidentally bumped someone, with his mouth parting to spew multiple apologies but was left speechless.
The girl he bumped into had her head stuck in a book, brown and blonde french curls complimenting her soft face. Her cheeks light in complexion due to the cold but still brushed with its warm brown tone.
"..Cat got your tongue?" she finally looked up at him, with a teasing smile on her face.
He let out a weak laugh, "Was that a cat-joke?"
"I know, I'm sorry," she apologised with a light giggle, "It was that bad, huh?"
"It was— really bad." He chuckled, his eyes filled with so much admiration as she rebutted, "Hey, I could've been real mean about you bumping into me."
"Yeah, that's my bad. I'm sorry." He watched her take a step forward and felt he had to make the moment last longer,
"Is that a good read?"
She halted holding up the thick book, "Huh, oh the book. I wish. it's the 'Revised guide to advanced biomechanics.'" recited grandly from the front cover.
"Oh no way, I'm on that book too." He lied watching her lips tug in amusement.
"Mhm, what's your favourite part?"
"I don't know.. maybe the part where i got to know your name..?" He tried with a hand on the nape of his neck.
"You're the worst." was said with no real fire behind it, the two laughed at the obvious attempt.
"It's cute, but now imagine i had a boyfriend." She voiced which made his quirk a brow casually despite the churn of his stomach.
"Do.. you have a boyfriend?"
She played with the ring on her finger subconsciously, "..nope." popping the p, which made him sigh in relief, brown eyes lingering on the gold band.
"So If i asked you to go to maybe eat sometime?" He walked over to the elevator with her.
"I'd be up to it, neighbour. I'm just upstairs, number 32B." She clicked the button to haul the elevator for him.
His eyes widened, "You live here?"
"As of last month, yeah." she pursed her lips, "Left my aunts place in harlem, to do my own thing. Just got a job at the hospital as a student." she held up the book.
"I'm so proud of you." came out his mouth before he could register it, the girl reeled back with confusion, ".. You are?"
It finally clicked with him and he nodded slow, "Sorry, I meant like that's huge—! You know? what.. uh what were you doing before?"
She grimaced thinking about her old profession, and the call she got from the supposed new leader about 'doing good small potato' stuff'.
"Enterprising. It was very unconventional, but something told me I could do a lot better for myself, so i did." She nodded feeling a flutter in her stomach as the young adult smiled at her with something unspoken in his eyes.
DING!
The elevator opened and he stepped in, with the girl staying by the wall. "What college do you go to?"
"ESU, it's not MIT or anything but it's got my course."
"I go there too, you know when I'm not working." she smiled before seeing the doors start to close.
"I'm Seline, by the way. Seline Kyle."
The boy felt winded hearing her say her name, on the other side of the closed doors.
The black girl witnessed the familiar look on his face before turning away and sighing with the end of the conversation.
Fingers pried the metal doors open, with a grunt effort let out which made the girl turn on her heel.
"Oh my God, did you just pry that open?" She looked incredulously at him.
"Yeah, I never told you my name." He breathed out.
She perked up and he introduced himself , "Hi Seline Kyle.. I'm Peter Parker, do you wanna go grab some food, like now?"
A.N: No way I managed to write something with a happy, non-cliffhanger ending. Are you guys proud of me?
P.S : My love for Elvis makes a cameo AGAIN.
You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.
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Joe Goldberg had it all wrong.
Sure, stalking people when you know nothing about them is rewarding, yes, but hard, and time-consuming. Good on you, Joe.
But Nate didn't have time. He wanted quick and easy.
And let me tell you something, nothing is easier than stalking a house you already know inside and out.
Nothing is easier than stalking an Instagram profile that you already follow.
Nothing is easier than stalking a girl you already know.
He hadn't exactly prayed for this, okay? But when it did happen, it hit him all at once, like a freight train. Obsession - love - is tricky like that.
What started as a way to check on Maddy after being blocked ended up with scrolling past pictures of her on others' profiles and zooming into yours. Hands in his pants.
It's not even like you reminded him of her, so it was genuinely starting to disgust him, as well, to give him the creeps. You were a junior, it was weird, but it's not like love cares. Heart wants what it wants and all that.
The last name you shared with his ex was the only thing that haunted him. Like actually, haunted him. Like, he'd have dreams about trying to erase your last name and put his instead but it stayed on, like a stain, like a reminder.
Not to mention, he was exactly the opposite of your type.
He'd liked to have tried to say he didn't fit that bill, that he was quote-unquote, not like the other guys, but he genuinely couldn't say that. He was a dick. And he knew it. Badge of honour, baby.
Fucking yay.
The badge didn't really do that great in landing him a date, though.
Yeah, a date, not even a hookup. That's what he'd been reduced to. A simp.
You weren't even all that great, either, and he was genuinely wondering if he was secretly being roofied, the way all great Kings are before attempted regicide. Sure you were hot and not a cunt, but like, that was it. Was Nate attracted to the bare fucking minimum? Is that what your sister had done to him?
No, but then you weren't just not-a-cunt. You were also genuinely kind. Charitable. Genuine.
Fuck. Fucking Perezes giving him migraines and whiplash.
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He was about ninety percent sure you'd be there. You were always there, he'd noticed, at about four thirty sharp, at the bus stop. Your stupid fucking wired earphones on.
Get airpods, you fucking nerd.
Knowing you, you probably didn't want to, lest someone think you were ignoring them when they were talking to you, but you actually had earphones on. Ugh.
The sheets of rain barely let him see you, let alone allow you to hear him, as he leaned with an umbrella on the side of the bus stand, his elbow almost recoiling thanks to the sharp cold. "Yo, Little Perez!"
What the fuck did he just call you? Okay, whatever. He slipped up. Happens to the best of us. Luckily, you didn't hear.
"HEY!"
You frowned, taking out one earbud and trying to look around for the source of the sound. The source waved at you with just his fingers. 'Cause he was cool like that.
"Hey!" Jesus, even with the thunder and the incessant shattering rain, he could swear your voice just changed his brain chemistry.
"You're wet as fuck!"
"That's not how you catcall someone! You fucked up the line!" Ha. Fucking amazing. THIS kinda humour, he could get by.
"Are you womansplaining how to catcall to a guy?!"
You rolled your eyes, chuckling. "What do you want, Jacobs?!"
"Having a little moment?!", he asked, nodding at your phone. "Or do you need a ride?!"
"Bus!", you called back.
"Which one?", he asked, before looking at the sign on the side of the bus stand. "Wait, 4A through Kemper?! It's cancelled 'cause of the rain!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, check it out!", he said, whipping out his phone as you moved closer, tilting it so you could see the bus schedule update. That he totally did not find from months ago and edit to pass off as today's.
Your eyes widened and your fists clenched. "Motherf--!", you cut yourself off, kicking the bench slightly. "Still offering that ride?"
"Sure, I'm going through Kemper, anyway."
"Why are you going through Kemper?"
"My Dad owns the apartment complexes past there, so I'm just doing the routine drop-ins and shit. Keep 'em scared of the boss or whatever."
You were being uncommonly attentive to his reasoning. He had not expected that. Good thing he didn't slack off on alibi prep.
"So. Whaddaya say? Need a ride?"
You nodded. "Of course I need a ride. This fuckin' town, man. Stupid bus schedules.", you muttered, following him - and his umbrella - to his car.
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"You sure it's okay?", you asked for the second time since you entered his car and graced it with your scent. "Like, it's all muddy."
He sighed, looking down under your feet. No, it irked him and if it were anyone else, he'd have tweaked out. Not you, though.
'And besides', he realised, grumbling as he looked down at his own feet, "I'm makin' it muddy, too.", he assured, completing his thought by saying it.
"Just this right.", you instructed, and he turned right. Where the fuck were you going?
"Where are you takin' me? Got a ransom or something?"
You smiled, rolling your eyes. "Left, then second right."
Okay, you wouldn't answer that, apparently. Fine. Elephant needs to be addressed, then.
"Aren't you supposed to hate me?"
You frowned, scoffing softly as you turned to him. "What?"
"I dated your big sister. All the shit that happened with us. No way she didn't tell you."
"Yeah, she did."
He waited for elaboration, but found none.
"So? You don't care?"
"Look, Nate, I think you're an asshole for what you did to my sister."
Yeah, you'd be weird as fuck to think otherwise.
"But I know my sister. She's not... she's not a complete saint, either."
Obviously, you're referring to the multiple times she's cheated on him. You're being deliberately vague because you think he doesn't know and it's that kind of concern for others' wellbeing that makes him want to tell you to do whatever the hell you want to him right now.
"So I'm just not getting into it, okay?"
Okay. "Okay."
"Yeah, right here. Right here's good.", you said, and he came to a stop, watching you gather your stuff and practically fly out.
"Rue Bennett?", you asked the - could he say receptionist? Or was this guy just out there with a ledger? - receptionist, breathlessly.
"She just signed in. Sponsor?'
"Escort."
Huh. Huh. WOW. You were charitable enough to fuck around with RUE BENNETT? Jesus, who were you, Mother Teresa?
"Hey, is this an NA meeting or something?", he called, elbow leaning out the window.
"Yeah, my friend doesn't have a good track record of attending, I gotta make sure she's there! But thanks, Nate, I owe you one big time, man!", you called back, scrawling your name onto the ledger before running into the building.
He watched you disappear until the ledger guy cleared his throat. "You an addict, too?"
Nate snorted softly, scoffing and shaking his head as ledger-dude started laughing. "Fuck off, man.", he replied, key in the ignition again.
"Don't blame you, kid!", he called, and Nate wanted to punch him. No way was he watching you go in, too. That shit was creepier than Nate wanting you. "Have a good one!"
Oh, he would.
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"Yo, hey. Little Perez." Fuck, why did he keep calling you that? It was fucking retarded.
"Hey, Nate."
"I think you owe me something."
"You know that's just a thing people say?"
"Mm, yeah, but...", he muttered, shrugging. "I'm a man of my word, so I think everyone else should be too. Unless you think not keeping up your promises is good?"
You rolled your eyes. "You don't need to guilt me into it. Just ask."
"There's a party. You're coming to it."
"Nah, no parties."
"What are you, gonna give me some bullshit 'I-don't do-parties-I'm-not-like-other-girls' excuse? Or the 'they're-so-overwhelming' excuse?"
"Next week's finals week."
Oh. Okay, well, now he just feels like a dick.
"Oh, shit, my bad. Forgot you little juniors have it a month earlier than we do.", he muttered, watching you for a moment before he decided enough was enough. He'd just ask.
"What are you even doing?", he asked, watching you take the last sealed box from your friend and place it in front of the notice board at the school entrance.
You looked back up at him, before unrolling the chart you'd been working on during study hall yesterday. "Hm? Oh, fundraiser."
"For this hellhole of a school?"
"Uh, no.", you replied, shaking your head. "For the soup kitchen, through the school."
He snorted. "Right. Who's even gonna sign up?"
"Hey, they signed up for the ASPCA thing last fall. Must be the community waking up.'
Or guys wanting to dick you down.
"Yeah, but that's 'cause it's you who asked them to."
"Hey, you wanna sign up?"
He scoff-laughed, raising a brow. "Me? For the soup kitchen?"
You knelt down, ironing out the poster with your palms, looking up at him expectantly.
No way you weren't doing that shit on purpose. No way. Wait... you- you weren't. That was a genuine fucking question and you didn't understand that there's no way he could say no to you when you look at him like that? Jesus.
He sighed, magnanimously. "What do you need me to do?"
"Well, you're tall. So just help us hang this thing up. Ladder's not tall enough."
Humming, he took the poster from you, giving it a once over. Jesus. "You made this?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah.", you nodded, hands on your hips. "Cool?"
"Couldn't make this shit if I tried."
"That a compliment?"
"Supposed to be. But you're right, it's a toss-up. I'd never try in the first place.", he mumbled, nodding subtly at you before he climbed up a couple rungs. "Here?"
"Mhm. Maybe like a tiny bit higher?"
He'd climb Everest for you. He just wished you'd know that.
"Here?"
"Yeah, perfect. You need tape, or do you think you can hold it up long enough to use a couple push pins on each corner?"
"I think I can handle it.", he replied, unamused, but he hid a grin at your laughter. Not to call the Lord's name in vain, but Jesus, were you fucking with him.
He leaned down to get the clear plastic box of colourful pins from you, placing it on the top rung of the ladder for a moment and taking a couple out. "So like, two on each corner?"
No response.
"Yo, Little Perez?"
"Uh... maybe three?"
That wasn't you. Who the fuck was this dweeb?
"Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Cole.", the kid said, still holding the ladder down securely, as if that was his life duty.
"Did I ask your fucking name?"
He's a dick, but this was too much, even for him. But you'd just gone AWOL, so yeah, he was kinda pissed.
"No, I...", the kid muttered, kinda pathetically.
He huffed. "Where is Y/N?"
"She's over there.", he mumbled, and Nate's gaze followed his scrawny little hand to see you talking to Maddy. Huh.
Yeah, Nate was the problem. Maybe he always was.
Why, in his stupid little mind, you guys were totally different universes, he didn't know.
Why his stupid little mind didn't expect for those universes to clash, he had no clue.
You were sisters! Stayed in the same fucking house, maybe even sometimes the same fucking room! What sort of idiot would hope for the opposite? Him, apparently. He needed you as far away from her as possible.
Hard task, but if Joe Goldberg could do that to a girl and her best friend, he could do it to a girl and her sister.
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"You're tweaking out, man, what is up with you recently?"
He rubbed his hands across his face. "The little sister asked me, okay, I didn't want beef with both Perezes, yeah? So just shut the fuck up and come."
"At least can we bring booze?"
"No, they're including East Highland Middle School, too."
Yeah, convincing an entire football team (plus Chris McKay, in hopes that he'd bring his college football gang) to take part in some soup kitchen fundraiser wasn't exactly simple.
Definitely not as simple as, say, mapping out your room in his head so that when the time came to inevitably kiss you against the door, he wasn't losing face looking for the bed or bumping into your snazzy little swivel chair.
Which he, of course, did a shitty job of. He refused, for his pride, to become one of those binoculars-using creeps. He considered himself more subtle than that. And sophisticated.
But anything was better than the mess he was making of this.
"What is this, like, a bowling thing? A raffle?"
"Car wash."
"With the cheerleaders in it?"
Maybe he should've led with that.
"I mean, maybe? I'm sure Y/N could convince them..."
"Shit, I'm down. It's one of those wet, soapy ass ones you gotta get into bathing suits for, right?"
Yeah, definitely should've led with that. He nodded.
He fist-bumped, dapped-up, and took as many shoulder pats as were thrown at him, before he raised a brow. McKay was still in there, his arms crossed.
"Was this what your whole question was about?"
"Huh?"
"You texted me last night."
Oh, yeah. Drunk.
"Shit, yeah. Just ignore that."
"Yo, McKay. Ever fallen for an ex's sister? How 2 deal with it? Lmk.", he read out, sarcastically trying to imitate Nate's voice.
"I was shitfaced, man."
"Right."
Nodding, Nate shoved his hands into his pocket. "You'll show up? To the fundraiser thing. I really am tryna be a good person, 'kay? Don't want to disappoint Perez Number Two."
"See, Nate, what's throwin' me off is that you're not saying you wanna fuck this sister, you're saying you're falling in love with her."
"Uh-uh, no, no, I said falling for her."
"Same thing, man."
"No, it's not."
McKay chuckled, and Nate couldn't help but reciprocate. "Seriously, Nate, I don't know if it's a good idea."
"She's completely fucking different, man, I'm telling you, she and her sister are, like... fucking worlds apart." Who the fuck was he trying to convince?
"That's dangerous, Nate, there's so much could go wrong--"
"Man, I just need some advice. I don't know how to do the boyfriend thing, clearly. I actually like this girl." Ew, what the fuck had you done to him?
"What are you, sweet on Lexi Howard, now?", he scoffed, clenching his jaw. "As if you haven't fucked up the Howards' life enough."
It's good that McKay thinks the ex he's talking about is Cassie. Actually kind of dumb.
He'd just tried to convince footballers to join a fundraiser for you, and he thinks it's Lexi Howard he wants.
Maybe this dumbassery is why he lost Cassie.
"Hey, Lexi did that on her own with that stupid fucking play of hers."
"Yeah? And it was the play that fucked Cassie for months?"
He fell silent. Yeah, McKay and him had never actually spoken about the whole fucking-his-ex-girlfriend thing, but he figured they weren't technically still together.
"Man, look, I'm not with her anymore. I- we're done. Yeah?"
"Yeah, I know.", he spat.
"She's all yours, man.", he muttered, before McKay scoffed.
"Like I want your sloppy seconds. And who the fuck are you, giving me permission?"
"If you think I still want Cassie, you're a fucking retard, McKay."
He scoffed, shaking his head. "Chill, man, okay, I'm not gonna--", he cut himself off, rubbing his hands over his face. "We're cool, I just wish you'd have told me, and I didn't have to find out about it fucking... months later."
Huh. Wow. McKay was a better man than Nate was, for sure. If McKay had been fucking Maddy, he'd have committed double homicide.
"Alright, look, my advice is just don't put up a front. If you're a dick- which you fucking are - just own it, and make it cute."
"Cute?"
"Self-awareness. Girls love it. Pearl of wisdom, brother, you owe me with your life."
"Wait, so I'm just gonna have to continue being a dick?", he called, as McKay shouldered past him.
"Yeah, but consciously make an effort not to be. It's a delicate balance. But you'll find it!"
Either McKay had just ruined his life or given him the best advice in the world.
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"Jesus Fucking Christ."
Yeah, he was going to hell.
But what the fuck else could he say?
Who the hell would have thought the turnout for a fucking soup kitchen car wash would be this huge? Who even were half these kids?
Of course, nothing would beat the ASPCA thingie you'd organised in the fall, even Nate came to that. But that was just 'cause Maddy liked cats. Or whatever.
The fucking vibe of the place - you wouldn't think this was a school, no, it was some sort of car-washing-frat-party-cult. And you, absolutely fucking oblivious to this miracle you somehow conjured up, stood in the middle, with a clipboard and a very stressed out look on your face.
"Yo, Little Perez, you seeing this shit?", he mumbled, unable to force the awe out of his tone as he nudged you.
"Yeah, your little football friends are literally supposed to be vollunteers. Instead, they're paying more than actual customers."
"Money's money, hon."
"I suppose that's true. Horny teenagers are the best market."
There we go, you were a quick study, he'd give you that.
"Why do you look like you got a stick up your ass? Relax, maybe bring your car to be washed? It's a success!"
Normally, he'd have asked you to go topless and get to work. But something told him that kind of joke wouldn't fly with you. And besides, why the fuck would he wanna see middle aged men in cars grinning at you cleaning?
"People leave without paying sometimes."
"It's for charity, no one's gonna cheap out."
You snorted, loudly at that. "You'd be fucking surprised, man."
"Still, no need to be this stressed. You're fine. See? All that? You made it happen. Little Orphan Annies throughout the state owe their lives to you, or whatever.'
"It's not just for orphans, for like, anyone who's hungry and needs some food, so, like the--"
"Okay, so homeless people. The less fortunate. My bad." Dick, but consciously trying not to be.
You smiled softly, nodding. "Yeah. Precisely. And I just hope this is enough, y'know?"
He rolled his eyes, watching the footballers wolf whistle at the cheerleaders turning on the hose. "Money-making-machine right there."
"You know what would get more female customers?"
"I don't know, Brad Pitt? Penn Badgley?"
"The 6'5 star QB giving 'em a show."
He chuckled incredulously, raising a brow at you, arms folded. "Nope. No fucking way. You want me to strip? I already brought in so many people!"
"You're right, you're right. You've done enough. I was just kidding."
He grunted softly, though it was more out of amusement than frustration. "I do this, you'll come to the party?"
"Finals week. And I was kidding, man."
"If I host a party after finals week. Will. You. Come." , he asked, battling a grin. Yeah, he sounded annoyed but that's the last thing he could be when you stood there in flip flops with a pen tapping anxiously on a clipboard you've scribbled on.
"Sure."
"No bullshit?"
"No bullshit."
"And you'll drink and actually fucking participate? You won't try to turn the whole thing into an AA meeting?"
"Jesus, no!"
His hands moved to opposite ends of the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his body. "You are a fucking genius. Getting me to do all this.", he whispered, shaking his head before flipping you off as he jogged over to the next car in the lineup.
"You volunteered!", you called back, and he could hear the laughter in your voice. Fuck, RIP his brain chemistry.
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"What? No! You don't get it. None of my guy friends get it."
He's gonna pretend that didn't sting. 'Guy friends'. May very well be 'gay best friend'. Being reduced to a non-dateable-option wasn't the best feeling, but part of you was better than none of you.
And he couldn't blame you, even if it was you putting your guard up.
Everyone who asks you out is turned the fuck down. And they are all a very specific genre of human - sorry, subhuman. Jocks. No, sorry, that would make him fall into that bracket.
Idiot jocks. Who couldn't think about anything but fucking and fighting.
But luckily for you, he had the looks, the physique, and the smarts and sophistication that came with being a Jacobs.
Whole package.
However, the way this shit was going, he'd have to watch as some hippie tweaker who 'believes that animals are people, too, dude, go vegan or go home!' got to date you.
It's weird, right? How someone can change you so quick.
He just wanted you. Like, he wanted you.
He wanted to know your darkest secrets and never use them.
He wanted to know how tall your walls were and break through them.
He wanted to know why you were so fucking nice to people like Rue motherfucking Bennett, and he wanted to exploit it.
But most of all, he wanted to know what made you tick. What turned you off a dude. What could possibly make you blow a gasket.
What made you... You.
"I just think that you guys don't get how much like, potential Loki has. As a boyfriend."
"Yeah, but Thor's jacked, he's not fucking evil, and he's, like, a superhero!"
"Loki isn't evil, he's just--"
"If you say misunderstood, I'm going to crash out.", he muttered, pushing some hair behind your ear. With his luck, you'd ignore it, because of course friends help you when hair's getting into your eyes!
"But he is misunderstood, okay? Like, he was constantly made to feel inferior in every way!" See? Ignored.
He watched you take a bite of your pasta before taking a bite of his burger. "I swear, girls always do this, they go for the worst possible option and then justify it instead of going to the best option and enjoying it."
Shut up. Yeah, the irony wasn't lost on him. Hardy har har.
"Loki changed at the end. Okay? He'd just assumed that Odin's mistreatment was something Thor believed in himself, even though Thor thought of him as a brother!"
He groaned, a slightly pained laugh escaping him. "Next you're gonna say you're Team Cap."
"What? No! No, Tony was right."
He tilted his head. Huh. Brains. "Yeah. Good. 'Least you got something right, but now you got me thinking you have an aversion to blondes."
You chuckled and he swears he's going to lose it from your smile alone.
"How's finals going?"
"Good. Kinda scared for results, though.", you mumbled, shaking your head. "I'm so scared that every second I don't spend studying is another mark lost, and I'm losing it."
"Jesus, there's the fucking stick again. I swear, you should just--"
But it's like the universe was not okay with him winning, because in came your gang of nerds - sorry, your fellow student council members - to whisk you away.
"I'll see you later, Jacobs, okay?"
"Nate!", he called back, almost warning, before he was affronted with the sight of Maddy rolling her eyes at him. "Did you just call out your own name?"
"Shut up, Maddy. I was talking to someone."
"That's literally fucking pathetic."
Look who's talking.
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You didn't seem to actually do much to give him enough insight into your life, seriously.
You came to school, talking with your sister on the way.
You spent your school day doing nothing but going to classes and occassionally talking with Nate (fucking yay), and then you spent an extra hour and a half at school for some after school bullshit you did, he didn't care enough. And then you came home and studied.
Like, what a fucking nerd. What a sexy fucking nerd.
But finals week was over, and he'd even given you another week to wait for results, and now he was hosting a party.
Well, McKay was.
And you weren't coming.
One thing he couldn't stand for was you lying to him. Which was exactly what you did.
You had a date, you said, and that would have resulted in him getting into a car accident - that wasn't really an accident - on the highway if he believed you.
But he knew you weren't going on a date. You were going back to the fucking NA meeting for fucking Rue Bennett. There should be some limit to your charity.
But like the calm, level-headed individual he was, he didn't crash out, he simply schooled his face, took deep breaths - and maybe a can of beer - and parked his car gracefully.
His hand stilled on his seatbelt, and he looked down at the buckle for a moment, lost in thought.
No, no, fuck it. No second thoughts. He undid the buckle, getting out before locking the car with a beep.
The trees shrouding his sight slowly gave way as he walked, and right there, to his left, on the stairs, was you.
Ledger-guy wasn't there, and so you were aimlessly playing with the pen that hung from the spring tether attached to his table.
You watched it bobble around each time you pushed it away and then watched it swing right back to you, regardless of how hard you'd pushed it, albeit unknowingly.
There was a metaphor there. He was sure of it.
"Hey.", he said softly, carefully. "Thought I'd find you here."
You looked up at him, but didn't even seem to have the energy to act guilty. "Hey."
He sat down with a low exhale, his knees bending uncomfortably as he nudged your shoulder with his own. "Yo."
You turned to him, nodding.
"What's going on? How come you're out here? She could've snuck out by now."
"She won't. She's doing really well. She's been sober for almost two months now."
He let out a soft whistle, nodding, before looking back at you, frowning slightly. "So why do you look depressed?"
"Her withdrawals, y'know, um. They're gone, but like... this two month mark is usually where it goes downhill, so I'm, like... worried, or whatever."
"It's gonna stick this time."
"Told myself that last year."
"Look, we've all grown up together. Small town. I- I'm not, like, fucking 'BFFs'... ", he muttered, using air quotes, "...with Rue, but she's strong.", he continued.
You shrugged lightly. "I guess."
"Hey, look. She's been through a lot. Her Dad kicked the bucket a while ago, her little sister found her ODd, rehab, lack thereof, relapse, all that shit. She'll get through it. And she's doing well enough right now. I saw her at school yesterday, she looks good. Like, healthy."
He was seriously wondering if he'd been hexed, because here he was, admitting he'd noticed Rue Bennett's sobriety, and spoken in favour of her, all for you. To alleviate your worries. To get that sadness off your face.
You nodded. "But I'm just... I hate that I can't be there with her through every bad moment."
Like he wanted to be with you.
"Hey.", he sighed, shuffling closer, brushing hair from your eyes and moving your head to his shoulder both in one swift motion. "She's here, isn't she? In there? Talking about her sobriety? She's going to school, too. You got her there."
Scoffing, you shook your head. Your humility would be the death of you, he's sure of it. "No, her family did. Mr. Ali did."
"You escorted her to every single meeting, without fail. You don't miss a single week."
Please don't ask how he knows, please don't ask how he knows-
"I guess."
Phew.
"Right. Trust me, one step at a time. Okay? She'll be fine."
You hummed and he looked at his reflection in his phone screen so he could analyze what a fucking simp he'd become.
"Thanks."
"Oh, shut up.", he scoffed. "'Thanks' like hundreds of people - and animals - don't owe you one already."
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"Put me up on a pedestal?"
"You'd rather I treat you like everyone else?"
"How do you treat everyone else?"
"How you'd expect me to."
You bit the inside of your cheek. "Why did you strangle my sister?"
If he had a beer in his mouth, he'd spit it out. "Anger issues."
"Did you get help for them?"
Who the fuck were you? He tells you he strangled your sister 'cause he was pissed, you want to know if he went to a shrink to get that shit out of him. He shook his head.
"Why not?"
"It's just about the only defence mechanism I have."
He didn't like how your stupid questioning made him feel as if he really was talking to a fucking shrink. He'd never admitted that before.
"Oh."
He took a long, deep breath, before patting on the tops of his thighs, standing. "C'mon."
"What? Where? Rue's still in there.", you asked, looking up at him as he stood over you.
"We'll be back before it's over."
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The waves threatened to devour your feet, but didn't seem to have the power to actually make good on their threats.
"I'm driving Rue back."
"It's PBR. It's impossible to get drunk off it, trust."
You shrugged, taking the can and popping it open.
He watched your lips wrap around the edge of the can, and your throat as it cascaded down it. Holy. Shit.
Taking a sip himself, he shifted so that his elbow was resting loosely on his knee. "Never have I ever...", he mused, grinning as he watched your eyes roll.
"Oh, sweet Jesus.", you scoffed.
"You skipped out on the party. I refuse to let you spend tonight without a little bit of fun."
"And 'never have I ever' is the way to do that?"
He shrugged. "Never have I ever.... kissed a girl.", he finished, taking a sip.
He was pleasantly surprised to see you take one, too.
"Oh, this I gotta hear."
"Keep your panties on, it was my best friend, and we just wanted to practice kissing, get my first kiss over with."
What a liar.
"Your best friend?", he scoffed, raising a brow.
"...'s sister.", you admitted, biting your lip.
"There we go. Cassie Howard isn't a bad choice for a first kiss."
You shook your head. "Yeah, I know. Just felt weird. Like I was betraying Lexi or something. You never go for the sisters, y'know?"
Oof. Right in the heart. It was like it was directed at him.
"Yeah, but you weren't dating her."
"Well, yeah, but it's the principle."
He exhaled, before taking another sip. "Tell ya what. I'll drive Rue and you home. Get the stick outta your ass.", he muttered, pulling out a packet of pre-rolleds.
"Wh- no, what? You want me stoned in a car with a recovering addict?"
Okay. Fine. Fair.
"Fine, then here.", he replied, handing you his pocket flask. "It's whiskey, not poison."
You looked at it, contemplating for a while before sighing. "You know where she lives, right?"
"Uh huh."
"And where I- well, yeah, 'course you know where I live.", you mumbled, still gazing at the bottle.
"Don't you trust me?", he asked, softly, tilting his head.
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The door swung open and he stood face-to-face with Maddy, the ex he hadn't seen for almost the entire school year. Well, that she knew of.
"Hey."
"Jesus.", she muttered, gently grabbing you from his arms. You were - surprisingly- still coherent, but you couldn't really be trusted to stand on your own. "The fuck did you drink?"
"Whiskey.", he piped up, handing you over carefully.
"And you just happened to be walking by?"
"No, we were waiting for Rue's drug meeting thing to get over, and we just went a couple blocks away to the beach."
Maddy scoffed, still stroking your hair as she glared at him. "Where you gave her whiskey."
"Well, yeah, she's been stressed the whole week, which you'd know if you cared."
"Oh, please, like you care more about my sister than I do." she spat.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'll see you around, Maddy. Bye, Y/N.", he mumbled, turning around.
See, this was why he had to get you the fuck away from your sister. She'd never trusted anybody in her life, but you were different, you had a heart.
"What did you say to her?", she called as his key turned in his car lock.
To Rue? He'd said that you'd told him to tell you that you had an urgent emergency at the soup kitchen, and to walk herself the fuck home.
"What?"
"She'd never drink while waiting on Rue."
Huh. Okay, fine, so she knew some things about you. But she was your sister, so it was less impressive than how much he knew. So there.
Not that it was a competition.
"I didn't say anything. Told her to get the stick outta her ass."
"Did you like... how did you convince her?"
I asked whether she trusted me and gave her the most solemn look ever.
He shrugged. "Dunno. Guess she needed a break that bad and I'm the only one willing to give her one.", he responded, getting into his car.
That was so badass. Write that down.
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"What now? Does UNICEF need your help?", he groaned, barely holding himself back from yelling.
"I got grounded for being drunk. Maddy tried to sneak me up, but my mom caught me."
He doubted that. Maddy probably took you upstairs slowly on purpose so that you wouldn't be able to come to this party, either.
"Just sneak out. Come on. You've already skipped out on, like, two parties."
"Hey! The first one doesn't count, I wasn't coming to that, anyway, it was finals week!"
Rolling his eyes, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "If you come I'll donate to charity.", he whispered in your ear, breathing in the smell of your hair.
You laughed at that, exactly like he wanted. "Is that all you think my life is?"
"Come on. Do it for the kids."
"I've never snuck out before."
"Maddy'll teach you, I'm sure.", he scoffed, shooing you off to your next class. "She's coming anyway."
"You're an ass."
"Badge of honour, baby!", he called, waving. Okay. This was good. Finally.
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Watching McKay do a keg stand wasn't exactly on his bucket list for the night, but hey, he had to do something until you arrived.
He looked down at his watch. When he'd passed by your house, he'd watched you getting dressed through your window. Maddy was doing her makeup in the room next to yours.
That was a half hour ago. The drive from your place to McKay's wasn't even fifteen minutes. So where the hell were you? He was looking around - had been since he'd arrived - for your blue dr-- oh.
What an idiot. It's possible you'd changed after he had left. Right. So blue dress not counted. Now he was left just looking for you.
Logical deduction suggested you'd already showed up, but then again, you could be in a bathroom, seeing as you seemed so nervous about sneaking out perfectly that you hadn't really had the time to put on makeup yet.
Not that you needed it. But still. Would look nice.
And he was right.
You were right there, cutting uncomfortably through the crowds, beelining to the bathroom. He called your name, but the music drowned him out. Fine. Whatever.
He stopped the bathroom door from closing behind you. "There you are."
You watched him through the mirror, before turning around. "Have you seen Rue?!", you called, your phone to your ear.
Unacceptable. Un-fucking-acceptable. You cannot be this selfless. It's actually unhealthy.
"No, why?" He fought a frustrated eye roll. Let her OD, at least the rest of the town could have some semblance of peace once she's dead!
"She's here, that I know, but she isn't responding to any of my texts! Or calls.", you added, gesturing at the phone by your ear. "Straight to voicemail."
"She's probably just having fun, like you should probably be doing.", he reasoned, gently taking the phone from you and ending the call, shoving the thing into his back pocket.
"I told her not to come."
"Then she should have fucking listened. Hey- hey, it's not your fault that she doesn't take care of herself.", he whispered, his thumbs rubbing arcs on your cheeks. "Why are you so... just relax.", he murmured, kissing your forehead.
"No, Nate, you don't get it, she came because she thinks she's ready, and that she knows if anything goes wrong, I'm right here."
"Look, you can't let people depend on you so much, you're going to lose your shit. Trust me, I know. My mother doesn't have anything but me and my brother, and it's hell. She doesn't take care of herself, she lets our Dad walk all over her-", he muttered, still wondering how you're, yet again, effortlessly making him say shit he's never told another soul.
"But what if something goes wrong?"
"Nothing's going to go wrong."
"Hey, last time she was at a party, she met this weird kid Elliot, who got her hooked again."
"She won't relapse. It won't happen. You're right here."
"I'm not with her, though."
"You don't need to be. She's a big girl, she'll take care of herself. And besides, you won't be there with her her whole life, will you? Making sure she's sober. She'll graduate this year and go to college. She isn't going to depend on a high schooler to keep her safe all the way in college, is she?"
He can tell that you fully understand what he's saying, and that you even agreed, to an extent, but he certainly didn't blame you for not accepting it. You were just unnecessarily caring, almost to a fault.
This was all you knew.
"You need someone to take care of you, too, sometimes.", he said, bending his head so he was now looking up at you, from where he had you perched on the countertop. "Yeah?"
"What? What are you even- look, you're wasting time, Nate, I don't want her relapsing, I cant- I know it's selfish, but I can't go through all that with her again, Nate--"
Selfish? You were the antonym of that word, and it was disgusting that you couldn't even see it.
"I get it. Sometimes you need a break, too. Need someone to love on you. Need to know that what you're doing isn't thankless."
You looked down at him, a soft frown on your face that he wanted to hug off you.
"I can see it. You're not denying it.", he teased sing-songily, tapping your nose.
You grinned softly, trying your damndest to hide it. "Shut up."
"You're a good person, whether you're on Rue-watch 24/7, or looking out for your sister so that she doesn't get abducted by the guys she fucks, or being the most charitable bitch this side of... well... Earth.", he chuckled.
"Do you have a point? Or are you just doing the pedestal thing again?"
"My point is this."
Kissing you was exactly how he'd imagined it would be. Smooth, slow and correct. Not correct as in he was doing it correctly - god, he fucking hoped he was - no, correct as in this was probably the only purpose he'd had for his life.
He could feel you shifting away, and he shook his head. "No. No, no, no. Don't. The sister card's not gonna work."
"But it's valid.", you murmured, trying to pull away as he pulled you closer.
"No, the fuck it isn't.", he replied against your lips, pulling you toward the edge of the counter. "Shut up."
"That's mean."
"Yeah? Well, so are you. How's that for a pedestal?", he asked, his lips on your shoulder. "Look.", he sighed, finally, finally able to bring himself to look at your face. "Just say yes."
"To what?"
He scoffed. "World peace. What do you think? Me."
"You?"
He nodded, attempting to fix your hair as best he could. "I care, see?"
"Oh, sorry, yes, messing up my hair is, like, peak boyfriend."
"Fixing it is. I don't do that for anyone.", he retorted, kissing your forehead again. "One date."
"'One date' is wild. Because that'll totally convince me.", you laughed, and he tsked, shaking his head.
"You're not funny. Seriously. Like, one date. And it's gonna be completely secret. No Maddy messing with us. No Rue messing with us. No Cassie. No... no one else."
It had just occurred to him how many people really had messed with his life so far. No longer.
"One date?"
Huh, wow. You were considering it. That's more than he'd expected from you.
"One.", he assured.
"One."
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"I am?"
"Yeah, like, way different than what I thought you'd be like. Your whole thing was like, asshole."
One date had turned to a second, a third, and now, here he was, on the same beach with you again, watching you smoke the pre-rolled cig you'd declined a couple months ago.
"Can't say you're that different than I thought, though. You're exactly who you seem to be."
"Is that good or bad?"
"I don't know, you tell me.", he grinned, taking the blunt back from you.
"Aren't you the expert on all this personality stuff?"
He chuckled. "There's only one thing I am - and want to be - the expert on."
"What's that?"
"You."
He was, and, if his plans went well, he would continue to be. He could one-up your sister, he could one-up Rue Bennett, he could one-up every single loser in town.
Warnings: stepcest, dubious consent, dom!isagi, nipple play, pet names, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, praise kink, body worship, mating press, begging, vaginal sex, claiming kink, creampie, and aftercare
a/n: an old fic of mine
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Ever since your mother married his father, Yoichi has never been able to keep his thoughts off you. Your cute voice, sweet demeanor, and beautiful face and body. He always agrees to run errands with you just to spend time with you—his sweet little stepsister. Yoichi knows his feelings are wrong, but he couldn’t care less. Yoichi is OK primarily with keeping his feelings hidden from you. But you do make it hard sometimes. The way you walk around with your little, short shorts, or when you wear small tank tops. He sometimes feels like you’re teasing him on purpose.
Every night, he can’t help but think about how he would treat you when he’d fuck you. You’d beg for his cock, and he’d be more than willing to give it to you. He’d be so kind and charitable to you. Treat you the way you deserve. Not like that crappy guy you’re with right now. His thoughts at night start somewhat innocent, but they constantly evolve into fucking you. Yoichi can’t help but fuck his fist at the thought of your mouth or pussy and how good you’d feel.
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You run into your bedroom with tears streaming from your eyes. You just broke up with your douchebag boyfriend. You wasted three months on him just for him to break up with you through a text. After some more sniffles as you sit on your bed, you hear a slight knock on your door. You tell whoever it is to come in. Yoichi closes the door gently when he sees how upset you are.
“Are you alright?” he asks, sitting with you on your bed.
“I-I’m okay,” you very obviously lie.
“What happened?” he asks. “Was it your—”
“He broke up with me,” you say. “Over a stupid text.” You sniff loudly at that last part. Your tears are still staining your cheeks.
“Fucking asshole,” Yoichi says under his breath.
“Huh?” you utter. “What’d you say?”
“Nothing, nothing,” he denies his comment. “Do you need anything?” You chuckle.
“His ass on a platter,” you joke, even in your sad state. Yoichi gives a small laugh at your joke.
“Yeah, if only,” Yoichi agrees.
It’s silent for a bit as Yoichi tries to find a way to continue.
“He didn’t deserve you,” he says. “You were way too good for him.”
“Heh, thanks,” you say.
“You…should be with someone who treats you right,” he says.
“If only it’s that easy to find them,” you reply.
“I guess you’re right,” Yoichi agrees. He has no clue what he’s doing. “You know, anyone would be fortunate to have you.”
“Thanks,” you simply reply again, fully knowing he’s saying all this to make you feel better.
“Like they know what it means to be with someone as amazing as you,” he continues. “They’d know how smart, talented, and beautiful you are.” You give Yoichi a curious look. “Just as an example.” Yoichi doesn’t want his feelings to jeopardize anything or make you hate him. This whole thing is torture for him. He’d give anything to show you what he means. He’s starting to think knocking on your door was a mistake.
“Go on,” you request of him.
“Uh, ok,” he’s surprised you want him to continue. “You’re incredibly kind; your smile brightens the room; you’re hilarious; you’re incredibly empathetic; you’re just…perfect.”
“Perfect?” you almost laugh. However, Yoichi doesn’t get phased.
“Yeah, perfect,” he repeats. You look into his big blue eyes, and he’s serious with you. You look away from his gaze, embarrassed.
“Thank you, Yoichi,” you say. After collecting yourself, you look back at him again. “I’m lucky to have a stepbrother like you.” Yoichi didn’t say anything to that. How could he?
“Are you feeling better?” he asks.
“I am, thank you,” you say. You open your arms up to him as an invitation for a hug, which he gives, but it’s small. He keeps it short with you.
“I’m glad you’re better,” he says, seemingly about to leave.
“Hey,” you grab his arm. “Do you have any good single friends?” You’re mostly joking with your question, but not really. He gives you a shocked look. “Never mind, I’m kidding.” The last thing Yoichi wanted was for you to date one of his friends. Could he be any more selfish?
“I mean,” Yoichi begins. His face goes red. Your eyebrows raise.
“Oh? So, you have someone in mind, then?” you ask.
“Well…” Yoichi covers half of his face with one of his hands.
“Who? Who?” you ask, somewhat curious and excited.
“I shouldn’t…” Yoichi says.
“I’m curious now,” you say.
“I just know someone who will think of you in the way you deserve,” he says. You’re even more interested.
“Wait,” you cut him off from continuing. “You’re the only person who has ever said any of those things about me.” Oh shit, he’s been found.
“Oh, uh,” he says sheepishly.
“Yoichi…” you mumble, connecting the dots. Before he can start his barrage of apologies, you cut him off. “You really feel that way?” He doesn’t know whether to confirm or deny your question, but his silence is deafening.
You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think of Yoichi that way, despite him being your stepbrother.
“Yoichi…” You rub his strong arm with your thumb. “Can you show me how I should be treated?” You slightly shift from your position on your bed to open your legs up to him. Yoichi can’t help but look at your gorgeous legs.
“I’ve been wanting to show you for god knows how long,” Yoichi says.
“Wait, you should lock the door, my mom isn’t gonna be home till later, and your dad should still be at work, but it’s still a good precaution,” you tell him.
“Good call,” he says, running to your door to turn the lock. When he returns, he grabs your hips and practically throws the rest of your body on your bed. His eyes flash the hunger he’s been feeling forever. Even though he always gives the impression of polite meekness, this whole new side of him had you so very excited.
“Take off your clothes,” he says. You don’t waste any time stripping off your top and bra. Before you can take anything else off, Yoichi immediately attaches his mouth to yours. You eagerly kiss him back with your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingertips pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His small grunts reach your mouth, making you wetter by the second. His hands slide up your body to your breasts, where he lazily and hastily fondles them. You moan into his mouth when his fingers flick at your nipples. Yoichi moves his mouth to your neck and begins to kiss and suck.
“Mm, Yoichi,” you hum as his teeth graze your skin.
“Feels good?” he asks in between his kisses. He gives you a small playful bite while his hands squeeze your breasts.
“Ah! Yes,” you slightly jump from his actions and arch your back, making you closer to him. His mouth moves down to your chest as he helps you to lie down. His tongue traces your nipple as his eyes look up at you. God, his eyes are beautiful. He gives your nipples his tongue for some time before he’s satisfied with his work. Your breathing had grown heavy, and your panties were so wet.
“You’re already so hot and bothered after that,” Yoichi admires how you look before him. “I can’t wait to see how you look when you’ve cum a few times, pretty girl.”
His hands move down to your shorts and panties, but before he pulls them down, he looks back at you for confirmation. You nod your head, wanting him to continue. He takes both your shorts and panties off in one grab and gently slides the clothing off you. He strips off his own shirt, and you knew he was muscular, but seeing his muscles like this? God, it was hot.
“I can’t wait to see how you taste,” he says. Yoichi spreads your legs out more for himself and sees how truly wet you are just for him, all for him. He takes his index finger and traces your entrance, coating his finger with your arousal. You shuffle to meet his touch but miss him altogether. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll cum. It’ll just be on my tongue first.” You look at him pleadingly, so he’ll just start already. It’s not very nice of him to tease you like this. He smirks at your nonverbal begging, loving every moment of it.
He slowly goes down to your pussy, and his tongue licks your clit, and your breath hitches from the feeling. He chuckles at your sensitivity.
“So cute,” he mumbles.
Yoichi brings his tongue to your entrance and pushes it in. You feel how warm his tongue is while he darts it in and out of you and swirls it against your walls. His nose bumps your clit with every movement, making you throw your head back.
“Ah! Yoi-Yoichi,” you moan out. You feel his smile grow as he hears how well he’s treating you. You grab the bed sheets under you and his black hair to pull him closer to you. You can feel his hot tongue flash quickly as he builds you to your orgasm. You move your hips in sync with him and feel yourself growing hotter by the second. God, he’s so good. His tongue moves faster, and you think yourself coil. “K-Keep going,” you beg. Just as you requested, Yoichi doesn’t let up. You finally let go of your coil and gush around Yoichi’s tongue. Yoichi laps up everything you give eagerly. His licks cause you to shake under him. Yoichi raises his head to see the actual effect he had on you. You’ve never looked more beautiful to him.
“Well, look at you,” he coos. You cover your face with one of your hands out of embarrassment from his gaze. “Don’t hide your beautiful face.” He gently moves your hand away as he brings himself closer to you. He kisses you, and you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue.
As Yoichi kisses you, his fingers creep up between your thighs and into your pussy. You gasp into his mouth as you feel his fingers. His fingers slide in and out of you with gentle force. Yoichi doesn’t have to try hard, and you’re at his complete mercy. His kisses cannot distract you from his fingers easing in and out of you, with his thumb rubbing your clit. He stops kissing you to look at your sweet reactions from his hold on you. His eyes focused on you and only you. Your pussy begins to make low squelching noises from your arousal and wetness. Yoichi seems to love every second of this and begins to thrust his fingers in further, hitting your spongy, soft spot within you.
“Ah! Right there!” you shout at him. Your eyes closed with your eyes rolled back behind your eyelids, and your mouth hanging open. Yoichi uses his other hand to grab your chin and turn your face in his exact direction.
“Open your eyes, angel,” he commands. “I want to watch your face when you cum.” You reluctantly open your eyelids and try to make eye contact with him, but his fingers keep you from doing so. “I love seeing you fucked out like this.” You feel yourself clamp down on his fingers, and your back arches a bit as you think your second orgasm approaches. Your moans grow as he continues his fast pace with his fingers. Your coil unravels once again, and you cream all over his fingers. Yoichi smirks and keeps his eyes on you as he brings his creamed fingers to your lips. You open your mouth, and he delicately puts his fingers inside, and you swirl your tongue around, cleaning them. You taste your orgasm off his fingers, and it arouses you so much.
When you’re done, Yoichi carefully removes his fingers and admires how you look after two orgasms.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he says. You become flustered by his compliment. “You think you’d look even more beautiful with my cock inside you?” You give him a surprised look at his comment. “I think you will.” He shoves himself off your bed and begins to remove his pants. It leaves you time to admire his muscular physique and appreciate his true beauty. How is it only now you realize how hot he truly is? In the outline of his boxers, you can see just how hard he is. He notices your stare and slowly removes his boxers to show his cock, teasing you again. You reach over to him and try to get him to come back to you so he’d just fuck you already.
“Yoichiiii,” you emphasize. “Hurry up and come here.”
“You’re so cute when you’re desperate, pretty girl,” he compliments you again. He entirely removes his boxers to reveal his hard cock with the pink tip smeared with precum. No doubt it must’ve been hard not to handle his own arousal. He joins you back on your bed by placing himself between your legs. He grabs your thighs and pushes them up against your chest so he has full access to your needy pussy.
Yoichi lines himself up at your entrance and slowly shoves himself in, wanting you to adjust to his length. You furrow your brows at the new feeling of his cock filling you up. It’s a fantastic new feeling.
“You good?” Yoichi asks you, noticing your expression.
“Ye-Yes,” you puff out. “I just needed a second.” His constant concern for you is so sweet of him.
“You’re good now, though?” he asks. You nod, taking your thighs yourself and hugging them towards you.
“Please fuck me, Yoichi,” you beg, giving him your big doe eyes he’s come to love.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you, baby.” He moves his hips, and you moan from his cock, brushing against the spongy spot inside you. Yoichi moves with quick precision, making up for the lost time he couldn’t fuck your brains out. As you both hold your legs up, Yoichi can’t help but look at his cock ramming inside you. Your orgasm fluid smears his cock, allowing him to go fast. He imagines how amazing your pussy will look mixed with his cum as well. His grunts grow as he really starts to fucking love the idea of his cum in you. Truly marking you as his.
“Mm, Yoichi,” you moan. Yoichi looks back at you again and loves how your hair sticks to your forehead and how your tits bounce as he fucks into you.
“You feel so, fuck, good, baby,” Yoichi grunts out. He’s sure he wants to be inside you forever. He can feel his cock begin to twitch within you, meaning he’s going to cum soon. Yoichi doesn’t stop thrusting into you as he rides out his orgasm. You feel his hot cum thrust into you. Yoichi fucks his cum into you, so none of it leaves your pussy.
After he’s satisfied fucking his hot cum into you, he pulls his still hard cock out of you to admire your mixed juices within you. He uses his fingers to spread your pussy lips apart and watch as the fluids seep out of you. Yoichi is so focused on how his cum looks mixed together with yours that your desperate cries have not been heard.
“Yoichi,” you snap him away from his thoughts, and he looks back at you. He’s already way ahead of you without you having to say what you want.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you and cum in you again,” he promises. “Just didn’t want the first load to go to waste, angel.” He gives his cock a few pumps before sliding back inside you. He groans as his inches explore your pussy. Yoichi moves his hips much quicker than before, knocking you back against your bedsheets. The headboard no doubt banged against the wall as well. Not that you cared in any way. Yoichi grabs your legs, which are still held by you somewhat, and really begins to push them to your chest. Yoichi really wanted to make sure your sweet pussy is on full display for him.
You slur curses and moans as Yoichi abuses your overstimulated pussy. He loves the effect he has on you. That his mouth, fingers, and cock have this effect on you.
“Touch yourself,” he says.
“But I’ll—ah! —cum,” you tell him.
“Good,” he says. “I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”
You follow his command and bring your shaky fingers to your clit and begin circling it.
“Yeah, shit, just like that,” Yoichi spurs, and you rub faster. Yoichi doesn’t let up his own thrusts as he begins to fuck your spongy spot. You already feel your orgasm build, and you can’t help the loud moans that escape your lips. You hear Yoichi’s praises between your moans. He tells you how beautiful you are, how sweet you are, how good your pussy feels.
You scream for Yoichi as your third orgasm crashes through you. The fluid spurts on Yoichi’s cock even more than your previous orgasms. Yoichi watches as every part of you cums, and he’s in complete control of you.
“God, you’re so perfect,” Yoichi says, watching you come down from your high. Yoichi doesn’t want to overwork you, so he begins to pull out his cock from within you.
“Yoi-Yoichi,” you huff, returning his attention to your face. “Cum inside me again.” He’s surprised by your request but is not about to say no. Yoichi thrusts back into you with vigor, eager to cum in your abused pussy again. His excitement throws him over the edge, and his cock begins to pulse within you. He rams into you, chasing his high, wanting to fulfill your request. You hear him whine as he ruts into you.
“Fuck,” he whines. “I’m gonna cum.” He goes faster into you and cums inside you once again. His cum shoots into you much more than before; its warmth feels you completely, and you love how it feels. You and Yoichi collect yourselves and breathe briefly before he pulls out of you. When he does, he also gets up from your bed, and you give him a confused look as to why he got up.
“Lemme go get a towel to clean us up with,” he says, and goes to the washroom to get a damp towel. Yoichi returns quickly and begins to clean you up, making you whimper from the feeling of him touching your pussy again. “Are you ok? I didn’t go too far, did I?” You give Yoichi a soft smile; he’s so loving and respectful.
“No,” you say. “It was amazing, Yoichi.” Now he’s the one to give you a soft smile.
“I’m glad,” Yoichi says.
“Will you lie with me for a while when you’re done?” you ask.
I've been so annoyed recently. It seems like more and more people I just treating the idea that Ralsei is Asriel in some respect as fact. And I just genuinely do not believe that Toby Fox would put so many romantic scenes been Kris and Ralsei if they were meant to be siblings. Especially as Ralsei would almost certainly know and wouldn't blush around Kris etc. And Kris seems to find the idea ridiculous and they would know what their brother looks like. I think ppl thinking they are siblings is one of the main reasons they are such a rare pair. Bc otherwise they are so compelling.
Ah, yes... I'm kind of amazed that particular, let's charitably call it an interpretation, is still kicking after everything that's transpired in-game. I think those folks might be rather upset when Chapter 7 rolls around... call it a hunch.
That said, I'm not gonna pretend that Deltarune did a good job communicating that Ralsei and Asriel aren't one and the same. Chapter 2 in particular was a rough time for us Kralsei fans... and I guess that impression, combined with the "forced romance" theory that was going around at the time, contributed quite heavily to folks just completely disengaging with the pairing. In part I see the references to Kris insisting Ralsei looks nothing like Asriel as course-correction for how badly they bungled their relationship in Chapter 2.
But yeah, those guys are missing out big time, because man oh man, there is so much to dissect and unpack around these two, and we STILL don't know the full story behind them. Whatever it is, I'm so excited to see how it's all going to resolve :D
"interestingly enough if you talk to people that work night shift, you know who works mostly nights? mothers. because they like to be free for their kids, to be home during the day. so (night shift) a lot less wild and woolly and a lot more boring and sedate than you would think."
quote written up by @noah-wyles
yeah i think he worded this clumsily. i wish he hadn’t said this. at least in this way. but i also think that there has to be a difference in acknowledging that clumsy wording isn’t the same as malignant hatred. there’s a difference between being a misogynist and saying something misogynistic. i’m a feminist gen z woman and i’ve said misogynistic things before.
so i’m not like…surprised that the gen x man i stan has some possible latent misogynistic views. noah wyle is just some 50 year old dude. he’s an amazing advocate, but also misses the mark sometimes. he’s gonna say shit that makes people groan. i hate that and i hope someone talks to him about how this came off. i know what he’s trying to say, but that doesn’t protect him from less charitable interpretations.
i don’t disagree that it’s a type of benevolent misogyny (a sociological term used to describe a particular brand of misogyny, not an excuse) to assume mothers aren’t complicated and fucked up. noah wyle is saying that the night shift is full of people with lives outside of work. they clock in and clock out, maybe live their lives a little more intentionally. it’s his belief that that will be less explosive to watch on TV if the people involved in the conflict don’t overly identify with their job and patient outcomes.
there is something called good faith interpretation, and i try to extend that to everybody, however. if you’re past the point of being able to assume positive intentions with one of the show’s creators, it’s probably healthy to take a step back from constantly ragebaiting yourself. like if you’re reading interviews from a guy you don’t even like just to come on tumblr to argue about it (and send me weird anons)…that’s just maladjusted.
tldr: i think noah wyle revealed a bias there, but i also think his intentions aren’t as plain as what some of the more critical people claim. i hope this is a moment where he’s called-in and doesn’t feel called-out as that is much more productive when dealing with otherwise progressive people. if you can’t imagine having a productive dialogue with someone after they say something like this, then good luck charlie.
The older girl came up to him and laid her hand on her father’s. ‘Feel how cold I am,’ she said.
‘Bah!’ replied the father. ‘I’m much colder than that.’
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It's not a competition dude
The mother cried vehemently, ‘You always have to go one better than everyone else! Even in suffering.’
‘That’s enough!’ said the man.
Having been given a certain look the mother held her tongue. There was a moment of silence in the room. The older girl was nonchalantly brushing the mud off the bottom of her cloak, her little sister was still sobbing. The mother had taken the child’s head in her hands and was covering it with kisses, saying under her breath, ‘My treasure, please, it’s nothing, don’t cry, you’re going to make your father angry.’
‘No!’ cried the father. ‘On the contrary! Bawl! Bawl! It creates the right effect.’
Everything about this.
If any of them are doing well, he no doubt puts them down so he can do better, and if any of them are doing poorly, he dismisses their problems so he can be worse off.
The wife immediately falling silent at a look speaks volumes as to how she's treated.
Not to mention that she's trying to get the little one to stop crying because crying makes the man angry. Getting angry at someone for crying is ridiculous in the first place, but at a child who is suffering? Disgusting
This time it's fine just because it makes them look more miserable? Also horrible
come to humiliate us, and bring us clothes – well, that’s what they call them! Old cast-offs worth nothing! And bread! That’s not what I want, you heap of scum! It’s cash! Ah! Never cash!
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Yeah so you can pay for your tobacco and other vices instead of feeding your family and keeping them warm???
Because they say we’d just go and drink it, that we’re sots and idlers!
Uh-huh
Ugh, if this guy doesn't mind his volume with those paper thin walls and stop ranting about the wealthy, this charitable man is going to overhear, turn around at the door, and leave.
Maybe the idiot’s forgotten the address! I bet the old fool—’
At that moment someone tapped at the door.
I'm amazed he didn't just walk away 💀 there's no way he didn't hear that
A man of mature years and a young girl appeared in the doorway of the garret. Marius had not left his place. What he felt at that moment no human words can express.
It was She!
NOOOOOO
Look, I figured it was too big of a hope and dream to think that he may never see her again, but it's too soon. It's too soon 😔
The older Jondrette girl had retreated behind the door and was staring dolefully at that velvet hood, that silk mantle and that lovely blessed face.
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I don't like this...
New hope, and this one maybe feels more possible: the eldest Jondrette girl never finds out about Marius' feelings towards Lanoire
She's already suffering enough without seeing him moony eyed over another girl
Even more than that is the hope that she straight up gets over the feeling, but didn't I theorize we'd have an unrequited love on a woman's side of things (because of an isolated song I don't remember clearly)? I hope I'm wrong, but this could be the girl.
Well, even if I am right that doesn't mean she can't get over it..... please..........
Wouldn't it be cool if I was wrong about the song in general and misremembering and there was no important unrequited love that lasted any important length of time
Or that was just a musical choice that isn't book accurate
Did she expect to want to be around him so much? She found him intriguing and wanted to look after his hair, he was skittish and shy, etc - but what made her start to really want to have him around?
what does she think when she looks up at him...?
how does it make her feel when she see's him struggle with some modern things? Or when he is super skilled at something?
3000 years - he must be more practiced at some stuff than masters... but its not his career or identity at all
How has he surprised her? Is she proud of certain things shes done/gotten him to do?
Such a big pretty man to match outfits with... trophy man... B^)
Did she expect to be around him so much?
- NO! Not at all, she thought it would be a one time charitable offer. Nothing that would lead to any companionship. She butts heads with him, but not in any way that annoys her. He’s like having a proper sparring partner when it comes to bickering.
AZ is also one of very few men that aren’t intent on hunting her for sport. A full career of working around wealthy personalities has made her as curt as she is. But I think it’s easy to tell that AZ didn’t want anything from her.
What does she think when she looks at him?
- She’s thinking about how cool he is. Can’t find any other way to describe it. She’d just find him a ‘cool guy’. He seems to know what he wants and where he’s going. His decisiveness and independence is attractive. Privately he’s a glutton for affection, but she’ll never have to baby or mother him.
Struggle with modern things? Super skilled at others?
- I’m sure AZ’s ability to just… put things together is like magic to her. I assume he’s done many, many trades or craftwork in his long life. He could probably build a house, with plumbing and electric and all that, given enough time and precious energy.
He can do all of that, but I also assume it was probably just a way to make enough money to sleep and eat and cross borders. He thinks he’s OK at it, while as far as she’s concerned, he and his mind are amazing.
I can see AZ struggling to understand her slang or fashion sometimes. Obviously neither of them are from the same generation, so she’ll say things that go completely over his head.
I also love the idea of him struggling with modern foods LOL. Everything’s too sweet or too salty, or gives him stomach aches, or makes him a bit itchy
[I personally HC that AZ picks up on changing technology very quickly, so no issues there! ]
A great accomplishment would be getting him to accept gifts, or invitations to outings with her friends.
Kissmira likes to do extravagant things for her birthday, like quite the intimate party or event in her honor. I think he’d be totally fine with her renting out his hotel for some themed get together, but getting him to actually join in on the elaborate game with her friends or hold a long conversation, that would be quite the sight.
He's not socially awkward, but my god does he disappear.
Second Great accomplishment is getting him to go to the doctor. But I feel like that's standard old man dodginess, too...,
Thoughts on my Fave Girlie, Navia? She and Neuvi are a big reason why I got into the game, she's my first 5 star and first C6 five star. I feel like her story is amazing.
Yeah I really loved Navia's story too!!!
Lmao is there even a genshin character that I truly hate HAHAHA
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I saw a lot of stuff about her online, but I didn't really know what her role was. The way it slowly dawned on me that this girl was actually a Mafia Princess 😳. That's some crazy shit bruh!
I used to wonder "Wow how is Navia so influential she has an aquabus line named after her." And apparently all the lines are named after members of her family lol.
It turns out the Spina di Rosula is just the mafia. They like to vaguely gesture that they're some charitable organization, but the way they move really is just the mafia 😭 all the way down to the role the Spina fills in Fontainian society. Which is basically to enforce order in places where Fontaine's laws hold little power. I think that has some really interesting implications for Fontaine's worldbuilding. So in a way, it's interesting to see that Fontaine holds a lot of respect for Navia's family in a very public manner.
I have to say though, the Spina mostly presents a romanticized version of the mafia as an organization built by people to serve the people. But tbh I think it's because the Spina that we see is mostly Navia's version of the Spina. There are so many instances in Fontaine where you encounter dudes speaking in innuendos and metaphors for killing (which fly over Paimon's head). I wouldn't be surprised if the Spina dabbled in it.
No.
Actually.
They DO dabble in it. What am I saying???
That was literally Navia's entire story!!!
A lot of Navia's struggles stemmed from the fact that there was a lot of political turmoil within the Spina.
We see Navia struggling with a lot of the fallout from her father's time as the Spina's president, and we see how she eventually blooms from her hardships like the roses in her motifs. 🥺
I liked the part in her story where her dad reveals post-humously that he wanted to leave her a "sword" to defend herself with. Thus ensuring that her role as the Spina's president would be secure even after his death. 🥺🥺🥺
She's just a princess guys...
Well.
A princess with a gigantic umbrella-gun.
And a claymore.
And a force of several hundred men in sharp black suits.
As for whether the Spina is still a criminal organization (as Jahoda suggests in the Nod Krai event) or if they're actually a legitimate business now...
