Tumgik
#ive watched it like 5 times since it came out
apathyfairy · 1 year
Text
i spent 3 months watching gilmore girls and i finally finished it and a year in the life and then netflix is like hmm what should we recommend... gilmore girls season 1 episode 1 is starting in 3 seconds
#against my better judgement i watched a year in the life again and it was so much worse the second time. i only watched it when it first#came out and then forgot everything that happened because it was so bad it didnt even have to be that bad but it was so bad.#like this might be an unpopular opinion but god whenever they reboot shows or do like a reunion the magic from the original is just gone#that came out wrong i dont mean the original show loses it's magic but that the reboot is missing the thing that made the original special#like ok spoilers and also unpopular opinions but there was just like no chemistry between any of the cast anymore IMO. imo dont come for me#i have no idea what the actors were doing or what they had to move around to make cameos or whatever but just imo alexis was like on another#planet i have no idea why rory was like that. it was just so. routine and expected ? like they were acting how we would expect them to act#but it was just so insincere? i guess is the word#like season 7 sucked and we all know it but god season 7 was better than a year in the life in retrospect#the ONLY good thing about a year in the life is emilys story like good for her finally living her own life and finding what she loves#that makes sense and that all adds up like love that for her.#im biased because ive been a jess girl since i was 8 but jess. fantastic. sucks that he's still in love with rory but hes doing great fine#lane deserved more than that that was bullshit that she was there for 5 minutes and sookie too like#from what i remember melissa mccarthy couldnt be in it or didnt want to or i dont know but i didnt like that they essentially made sookie#abandon jackson and her kids idk.#christopher i dont care about but PARIS deserved more as well#dont get me started on the wild plot omg.#but that's another thing that ruins the reboots is they just try to add such topical references and it just ages so badly imo#and anyway im just so confused. rory is still sleeping with logan but she has a boyfriend whose name she cant remember but also#she's having one night stands at comic con ?#all for the show to end with SPOILER her saying she's pregnant ?#? ? ?#?#ok.#like. they ruined her character a long time ago but they just completely gave up in this.#lorelai is lorelai i expected nothing else so it was boring i just. think this was the wrong show to do a reunion with i dont know.#i didnt watch it but i think the friends thing is the best way to go where they dont make new episodes but just bring the cast back together#like it was so much better with us all just imagining luke and lorelai got married and had another kid and rory went on to be a journalist#and that was that but here we are
5 notes · View notes
bookworm-2692 · 2 years
Note
saw your tags (mumbo main activate!!!) mumbo's season 6-7 are SO good and i highly suggest checking out some of his older stuff!!!
thank you for the ask!! i'll eventually get there... i started with double life and intended to watch third life and last life after them, but by then i had already started grian and pearl's hermitcraft s9. and then scar. and then tango and impulse. those five because of double life. and then zedaph (my beloved) as well. so i didnt have time to watch third life and last life...
but then i got curious about s7! so i started watching etho's s7, and finished it. and then started grian's s7. and then i also got curious about s8 so i watched pearl's pov there. so at this point i think i got up to ep28 in s7 and ep8 in s8 or something... but by then the s9 plot absolutely exploded so i've had to put s7 and s8 on hold to focus on s9 (and actually watching other hermits than the ones stated above at random)
so i have seen some of mumbo in the various s7 and s8 episodes ive seen, and obviously early s9, so its not that i dont know him at all, but right now im definitely focusing on the active hermits. past mumbo seasons will be there later when either s9 or real life calms down enough to watch more
2 notes · View notes
rvfecamerons · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
》 TOXIC pt. IV —rafe cameron x reader
{ series masterlist } { main masterlist }
word count — 6.5k
warnings — MDNI; dark!babydaddy!rafe, abusive relationship/DV + mentions of, mentions of drug use, swearing, home invasion/robbery + mentions of, gun violence, manipulation, gaslighting, no smut but it may be mentioned, lmk if i’m missing anything
summary — rafe can only redeem his act for so long before he slips up again. this time, he has his own twisted method planned to keep his family together.
a/n — THE LONG AWAITED PART 4 😖 plsss let me know what u think bc i struggled with this one for SO LONG. also decided there will be a part 5 which will be the final part! feedback & reblogs mean the world to me as always, and thanks to everyone who was so patient with this series!!! <3 p.s long af so i only read through it once, hopefully it makes sense LMAO
Tumblr media
The past few weeks had been nothing short of a dream for you. Having the small family you’d created together under the same roof again just felt… right.
The reunion fufilled parts of you that you didn’t even know were left empty from the absence of your daughter’s father.
Rafe had been checking every box since that night at the condo. Going out of his way to be present with his daughter, making up for the time lost.
You’d been able to take advantage of him being there, too. More time was spent with friends and family; you even got to accompany your parents on their trip to Florida to see your grandparents for the first time in a long time.
Of course, the family was sad Y/D/N didn’t travel with you, but it felt so good to say she was at home with her dad, instead of a sitter. You felt normal, like the lucky girls who didn’t have to deal with baby daddy drama.
Rafe was handling all of the driving when it came to Y/D/N too, taking her to and from practices or to the store or the park. He’d even leave money out on the table for you in the mornings, which you made a point to stash away somewhere safe.
The thing that meant the most to you though, was the fact that Rafe hadn’t been using lately.
Ever since his speech about redeeming himself and wanting to be a family again, Rafe swore he’d dumped the bag he had and dropped the terrible habit for good, in favor of a life with you and his daughter.
Choosing you and the family you’d given him over the drug was an ego boost you didn’t know you’d needed. You knew how reliant he was on coke, how much his next fix meant to him each time, and you liked knowing that he would choose you, even over something so addicting.
It was easier to leave your daughter with him knowing the drug was out of the picture, too. As much as you enjoyed the time spent out of town with your family, you were eager to see your daughter again, even eager to see Rafe again too, but you’d sooner fall off the face of the Earth before you’d ever admit that.
“Mommy!”
The sound of your daughter calling your name as you entered the condo had you smiling before you could even see her.
Tiny feet came padding in from the playroom, ready to greet you at the door, something she’d made a habit of since Rafe started watching her here.
“Mommy, I’m hungry!” Her hands motioned to her stomach, rubbing circles over her shirt as she pouted up at you.
“Hungry? Didn’t you just eat lunch, little girl?” You chuckled softly as you scooped your daughter up in your arms, assuming she was just trying to get one over on you, trick you into sliding her an extra snack or dessert.
“Mommy, nooo,” she slumped forward in your arms and you glanced down at your watch.
2:40pm on the dot.
“Baby, didn’t daddy just feed you a little bit ago?” All Rafe had to do was feed her the food you’d prepped for her at 2, something he’d been keeping up with perfectly lately.
Your daughter just shook her head, and your eyes started peering around the condo for any sign of her father.
Sure enough, the kitchen did not look as if a four year old had just finished eating anything when you wandered inside.
“Where’s daddy?” You asked the small girl in your arms, inflection still evident in your voice as you adjusted the pitch to one more suited for a child.
You sat her at the table while you prepared her lunch, presenting it to the girl and turning on her favorite show before wandering up the stairs.
Tumblr media
The smell of weed hit your senses before you even pushed the bedroom door open.
And honestly, you wished you hadn’t.
Because the sight of your daughter’s poor excuse of a father elicited a fit of ragewithin you. 
Rafe appeared to be passed out, limbs dangling off of the bed he was sprawled out on.
A mess of white powder littered the bedside table. You didn’t even have an ashtray, but one had also made its way to the table, too. The round glass was filled with nothing but a mountain of ash and the butts of spent joints.
Something came over you, and your advance was instant. Fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and yanked harshly.
Rafe was jolted awake by the violent gasp, all but thrown down onto the floor.
The task would’ve been impossible if Rafe wasn’t still half asleep when you grabbed him.
You weren’t that strong, and Rafe wasnt that weak.
But your burst of strength was fueled by your anger for your daughter, and Rafe’s sleepy state made him less seseptible to the act of aggression.
Your first question came out low through gritted teeth, “are you fucking serious right now, Rafe?!”
The man in question was still working to blink off the remnants of sleep, caught off guard when you started shoving and screaming at him.
“W-what? What did I-?” You can see the moment reality sets in for the dazed boy.
Blue eyes landed on the bedside table, you watched all of his muscles slump in defeat.
One quick note of the time, and Rafe realized he was late on lunch.
He’d fucked up.
Again.
“Fuck, Y/N, just…baby, just let me explain, I-“ his ascension to his feet was halted by your finger in his face.
“No, Rafe! Fuck that!” You snapped. 
All he could do was crane his neck up, blank stare angled up at you. Your tone of warning practically dared him to interrupt, “what happened to getting clean, huh?!” You angrily snatched the bag from the table.
That got his attention.
A strong arm shot straight up in front of him, palm out as if asking you to ‘wait’. “What are you doing with that?” He asked lowly.
“What you told me you were going to do!” Rafe was on his feet, a set of heavy footsteps hot on your heels as you marched to the ensuite.
“No, no, no! No, Y/N wait, wait don’t-!” Rafe was just one step too slow, only reaching you just after you’d thrown the toilet seat up and tipped the bag over, white powder sprinkling down into the round bowl of water.
The rough hand on your shoulder was ready to rip you away from the porcelain when you countered the move. Almost immediately, you swung around and struck Rafe clean across the face.
The act of violence, who it came from, stunned the both of you.
Two sets of wide eyes met, your chest heaving from your erratic breaths as Rafe clutched his cheek in disbelief.
Too enraged to worry about the consequences of your actions, you offered a scowl in place of the typical apology. 
If looks could kill, you would’ve dropped dead when a blue eyed glare casted down at you. It was easy to yell at Rafe when he was on the floor, height and masculinity minimized when he was physically below you. But at his full height, Rafe towered over you. His shoulders were wider, he took up more space, he was easily more intimidating. 
Especially when you add anger into the mix.
Pulling his hand away from his face only revealed a red welt on the cheek you’d struck.
Lacking the ability to respond well to violence, you saw the switch flip in the man before you.
Broad shoulders rose and fell at a quicker pace, lips curled inward to form a tight line, and the way his balled up hands clenched and unclenched at his sides couldn’t be missed. It was almost like he was stretching them out, getting his fists ready.
“I really wish you didn’t do that…”
Rafe stepped closer. The look in his eyes confirmed you’d unlocked the darker side of your daughter’s father.
Shaky hands darted out in front of you, ready to fight off the inevitable pending assault.
When Rafe lunged at you, you were surprised at how quickly you were able to drop to the floor, missing the blow.
You were quick enough to catch him off guard, and you scrambled underneath him, finding your footing on the carpet.
Darting out of the room, you ignored the sounds of Rafe seething behind you, hot on your trail as you all but threw yourself down the staircase.
You felt like you’d crossed into a safe zone when you made it to the kitchen, careful to try to mask your frantic descent down the stairs by forcing your breathing to steady as you lifted your daughter from her seat, clutching her tiny frame to yours like a lifeline.
Rafe appeared mere moments after you’d grabbed your daughter, who was turning her neck every which way to keep her TV show in her eyesight as you spun around to face Rafe.
Thankfully, your daughter had no choice but to face away from her father as you held her head to your shoulder.
“Put her down.” You didn’t say anything, only shook your head as Rafe tried to bottle his anger.
You were lucky you’d grabbed your daughter before Rafe got his hands on you, and you both knew it. The only one oblivious to the inevitable victor was the little girl in your arms.
“You need to leave. Now.” Your voice was lower than it should’ve been as you scolded the man before you, knowing you couldn’t be too loud with your daughter in your arms.
You bit back more tears as you transferred the entirety of the weight you were holding to one arm, using the free one to motion towards the front door.
Rafe looked like it was taking everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there. The dark glint in his eyes had you briefly wondering if he was evil enough to totally disreguard the small life in your arms, to cast her away and attack you with her nearby anyway.
When your daughter started writhing around in your grasp, you knew she wanted down, and that prompted you to scold Rafe again, “get out!”
Rafe narrowed his gaze at you, and honestly, the boy did briefly consider trying to pry the girl from your arms so he could put you in your place right then and there. He shook his head though, deciding against it, even though the urge to lay his hands into you was so overwhelming. He had to steady his dark thoughts with a deep breath, and you retreated backwards when he took a menacing step towards you.
“You know,” an accusatory finger extended your direction, “I didn’t do all this work getting my family back together, just for you to cast me out again,”
You swallowed hard, holding your daughter closer as he stepped forward again. He was so close now, close enough to reach out and rub his hand across his daughter’s back.
She tried to spin around to analyze the new touch, and that’s when Rafe snaked both hands under her arms and pulled her away from you.
You didn’t want to let her go so easily, but you also didn’t want to hurt the girl by trying to hold on when Rafe reached for her.
You watched through teary eyes as Rafe spun the girl in his arms. She was all too happy to hug her daddy tightly, and Rafe placed soft kisses all over her face and head.
“Daddy will be back later baby, okay?”
You should’ve seen the pout coming, “noo daddy where you going?”
Rafe smiled down at the girl in his arms, “just gotta run. I’ll be back later though, and we’ll go get some milkshakes tonight, how does that sound?”
Y/D/N’s clapped her hands together, cheering and laughing at the thought of getting one of her favorite treats with her daddy, something she would undoubtedly look forward to all day.
When Rafe was satisfied, his attention shifted back to you. The sparkle in his eyes, the animation on his face was instantly lost when his eyes met yours.
You wanted to be sick, the way his demeanor could change in an instant both scared you and made you dizzy. 
“I’ll be back later,” he spoke curtly as he handed your daughter off to you. You were too worked up to muster any sort of response outside of the parting of your lips as he placed an unwanted kiss on your forehead before disappearing down the hall and out the front door.
Tumblr media
“You must have lost your fucking mind on the way over here. You needa go retrace your steps or somethin’?”
Rafe’s lips curled in tight as he narrowed his gaze, shaking his head at Barry.
“Nah man, I-I actually don’t.” He laughed, like he’d found humor in Barry’s ridicule.
The large hand he landed on the man’s shoulder told Barry nothing was funny, though. “What I need is for my drug dealer to do what the fuck I say if he wants to get paid, hmm?”
Barry just laughed, shaking his head and his arm at the same time, ridding his shoulder of the harsh grip.
“I’m not puttin’ my hands on her, though.” He set the boundary.
“Sure she gets enough of that from you.”
Rafe didn’t know if the rise in anger he felt was more at the way Barry accused him of physically harming you, or the fact that putting his hands on his girlfriend had even crossed his mind at all.
“She’s not even gonna be there, alright? Just…just toss some shit around. Make-make her think somebody broke in.” He was nodding at his own plan as he spoke, “I just need to scare her a little.”
His hope was to frighten you enough to call him for help, so he could redeem himself again.
“You are one fucked up individual, Country Club.”
Rafe scoffed, a look of offense evident on his face as he met his drug dealer’s gaze.
“Fuck off, man.”
Barry raised his hands defensively. “You setting your bitch up to get robbed is-,”
“Hey!” Rafe was on his feet immediately, shoving a finger in the other man’s face.
But not because he called the mother of his child the derogatory name.
“She-she’s not gonna get robbed, okay? I just… I need her to see that she’s wrongabout-about me. She’ll see.”
Everything was going to go exactly as he planned it this time around.
He would show up quickly, console you in your shaken state.
He fucked up last time.
He wouldn’t this time.
Tumblr media
Of all the things the kook had tasked Barry with before, this had to be one of the sketchiest.
…Money was a sure motivator, though. Green and blue notes could persuade the drug dealer to do just about anything, moral compass disregarded.
He did feel a bit more at ease knowing you weren’t going to be there, and he didn’t really have to steal anything, he just needed it to look like someone did.
An easy task, compared to the lump sum he was promised once he delivered.
Barry scoffed at the lavishly high ceilings and decor when he finally managed to slip into the condo.
“Fuckin’ kooks…” he scolded their privilege as he stalked through the space.
The boy got to work quickly, shoving items off of tables, ripping drawers and cabinets open, pushing furniture around, anything he could think of to create the illusion that someone had broken in.
He’d done a pretty solid job; the main floor of the house was in total disarray when Barry finally stepped back to admire his work with a nod.
He was halfway through, now he just needed to head upstairs to finish off the staged break in.
Barry made his way up the staircase and headed into the first room he came across.
It was clearly a bedroom, one he assumed belonged to the girl Rafe paid him to terrorize.
Again, a long arm slid across the length of the dresser, knocking various things off of the surface.
He made a total mess of the space. It looked like a tornado had passed through once he determined he’d made it to a good stopping point.
Barry was just about to pass through the threshold back into the hallway when a rustling sound caught his attention.
He froze then spun around quickly, falling completely silent and still, listening for the noise again.
And sure enough, it came. 
And it was followed by what he thought might be a faint shushing sound.
But that’s not possible, he thought, nobody’s even here. Rafe swore.
Barry inched towards the door the sounds emitted from.
He was hesitant to confront the noise, but he still grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.
He expected to find a dog, maybe a cat, or maybe an item that had just fallen over.
He didn’t expect to be tackled backwards, completely caught off guard as two arms snaked around him, swiftly knocking him off of his feet.
Barry could hardly see through the mask, but he caught slight glimpses of the girl he was sent to scare.
Shock had your body moving on auto pilot as you slapped, clawed and kicked at the intruder.
Barry tried to remember Rafe’s words.
‘Don’t touch her. Don’t hurt her.’
But he could only take so much of your assault before he snapped.
Your smaller figure went flying when his patience meter ran dry.
No chance to break your fall before your back collided with the carpet, the impact of his harsh shove knocked the air straight from your lungs.
Hands desperately clutched at your throat as you gasped for breaths that wouldn’t come. The masked intruder regained his footing in the meantime.
The feeling of fear was immeasurable as the stranger planted a foot on either side of your shaking frame. The sharp glare through the holes in the mask terrified you.
…Until you heard the click of what you knew could only be one thing, and you felt an even newer level of fear.
Your eyes shot open to the sight of a gun pointed at you, point-blank, barrel almost touching your forehead.
Your terror only amplified when the stranger knelt down tauntingly slow, now hovering above you, face only a mere breath away from yours as he crouched down, gun held firmly to your head.
You shrunk back further into the floor, if it was even possible.
As scared as you were for your life, you were relieved the man had his attention on you, not your daughter.
You were relieved that your daughter was staying quiet just like you’d asked her to do, despite only having a few moments to coach her when you first heard the sound of your front door being forced open.
The man’s free hand moved to your face, a single fingertip brushing over your lips as he shushed you lowly, “don’t make a fuckin’ sound, alright?”
You were sure you’d never heard the intimidating voice before.
Would staying quiet make the stranger less tempted to hurt you? Less tempted to search for any other possible inhabitants in the house?
You slowly pulled your hands out to your sides, a sign of surrender.
“P-please…” your voice cracked as you tried to speak. “Please don’t…don’t hurt me.” Streams of salt slid down the sides of your face, onto your ears as you laid flat on the floor beneath him.
The laugh that came from underneath the mask startled you, “M’not gonna hurt you, sweetheart,” The pet name was anything but endearing in this predicament, and you cringed.
You couldn’t peel your wide eyes away, silently waiting for him to specify his reason for breaking into your home.
Barry picked up on your confusion.
Again, he heard Rafe’s voice in his head.
‘Just scare her a little.’ 
You’d relaxed just a little too much when he said he didn’t plan to hurt you.
So Barry’s arm shot down, and his fingers curled tightly around the collar of your tank top. The grip was then used to yank the front of your body up off of the carpet, and you cried out. 
“I want some money,” he declared, ignoring the way your hands clawed at his arm as he held you captive beneath him. The gun was still firm in his other hand, and you felt the cold metal brush up against your side.
Barry held you there while his head swiveled around the room, “looks like y’got plentyof it, yeah?” Dark eyes fell back to you, now taking their time raking up and down your figure.
Dressed in nothing but a cropped tank top and silk pajama shorts, you felt you might as well have been naked with how hungrily the man was gawking down at you.
“Or maybe I might just take somethin’ else…” It was a good thing you couldn’t see his face under the mask, because Barry was sure the smirk he wore would’ve scared you even further.
“Wait!” You cried out, shaking your head profusely.
“Please, I can-,” you winced as his fingers curled tighter around your shirt, nails scratching at your chest as he did so. “I-I can give you however much you want, I’m good for it, I-I swear! My ex will give you whatever you want, just…” Your words died in your throat as you broke out into a full on sob now.
“I-I just…”
“You just what?” The man tilted his head to the side, eyes never leaving you as you continued to sniffle beneath him.
“You just want me to leave that little girl of yours in there alone?”
Puffy, tearful eyes grew wide as can be as the words left his mouth and entered your ears.
How did he know you had a child? A daughter, specifically?
The realization that this stranger knew about your little girl, likely knew you, hit hard.
With your daughter at the forefront of your mind, the instinct and determination to keep her out of harm’s way overwrote any hesitations or reservations you had about risking your own life to do so.
So you started screaming, as loud as you could, thrashing about underneath the man as you kicked and shoved at him. He dodged most of your combativeness, but you did successfully land a couple of blows to his face, and managed to kick the gun from his hand, too.
Keeping you contained to the floor was a challenge, but Barry eventually used both hands to seize your wrists in an stinging grip when he finally subdued you.
“Chill the fuck out, bitch!” He yelled, louder than any scream you’d managed to force out. His bellowing tone stunned you to silence, and you could feel the tears sliding down your skin once again.
“Now tell me where the fuck I can find this here ex of yours,” 
Mindlessly, you spewed the information, selling Rafe out in favor of getting this stranger out of your house, away from your daughter that he scarily knew about.
You didn’t worry about the man going after Rafe, not only because it seemed ludacris to believe anyone could pose a serious threat to someone like Rafe, but also because you knew the cops could get to him quicker.
When the stranger threw you back to the floor, you laid there until he disappeared out of the room. A frantic set of heavy footsteps traveled down the stairs, and the slam of the front door told you the coast was clear to check on your daughter.
Disregarding the utter trauma you’d just been subjected to, you pushed yourself to your feet and stumbled over to the closet.
You were as relieved as you could be on the heels of a violent home invasion when you found your daughter, still cowered down in the corner, her tiny face appearing streak free.
The realization hit hard; your daughter wasn’t crying because she didn’t even know what was going on.
And it hit even harder when you realized she was too young to understand…because she was too young to have gone through something like this.
The young girl took you sinking to your knees in front of her as a cue to crawl out, throwing herself right into your arms.
Time stood still for a moment as you cradled your daughter in your arms, slowly rocking her back and forth. The carpet dug into your knees, but you paid it no mind. The rocking motion was honestly soothing for you, and you seemed to need it more than your daughter did.
When you finally found the strength to stand to your feet and find your phone, you called 911 first. You wanted to be sure dispatch had officers on the way to you before you made the other pressing phone call.
Tumblr media
Back on the Cut, Rafe was dealing with a very pissed off Barry.
“You said that bitch wasn’t gonna be home!” Kicking at a table leg in the trailer, the now unmasked man paced around the dingy space.
Rafe sat on the couch across from where he stood, legs spread and arms folded across his chest as his leg bounced nervously.
“She-she wasn’t-,”
“She was there you fuckin’ idiot!” Rafe flinched when Barry chucked a random item from the table past his head. “And so was that daughter of yours too!”
That comment got Rafe’s attention.
Fuck.
He looked at Barry in disbelief. “Y/D/N was there?”
Barry laughed. “Yeah, yeah she was fuckin’ there. You gone stage a fuckin’ robberywith your kid inside? You’re fucked up man. No wonder that girl don’t want nothin’ to do with your ass. And I’m startin’ to feel the same.”
Rafe didn’t know whether to lunge at Barry for the way he was berating him, or shrivel up and die at the thought of his daughter being confronted by a masked drug dealer.
Oh, how scared she had to be.
Because of him.
He had to be the first or second person the little girl thought of when something frightened her, only wanting her mommy or daddy, yet he was the one orchestrating her fear.
Fuck.
Rafe leaned forward on the couch now, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.
Swiping shaky hands down his face furiously, he dug his palms into his eyes, cursing under his breath when he felt the first signs of wet tears on his knuckles.
“Fuck…fuck man, I-I just…” It was suddenly harder for Rafe to speak as a painful lump lodged itself in his throat. 
You weren’t supposed to be home.
Neither of you were supposed to be home.
How did he manage to royally fuck up everything he tried to do? Attempting to right his wrongs only ever seemed to add to the turmoil.
The sound of heavy footsteps was followed by a rough hand on his shoulder, both removing Rafe from his thoughts. Picking his head up, Barry now towered right in front of him.
“Now’s not the time to lose your shit, okay Country Club? You needa call that bitch, make sure she’s not runnin’ to the feds.”
The feds?
Rafe hadn’t thought that far.
Fuck, Rafe hadn’t thought that far.
He didn’t account for you being home, so naturally, he didn’t account for you calling the police.
“Aye!” A set of fingers snapped in front of the boy’s face, “You hearin’ me?! Thinkabout it! If your phone ain’t ringin’ yet, who the fuck did she call then?”
“I-I didn’t, I don’t…” He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence through his tears.
The vibration of his phone in his pocket spared him from the confrontation with Barry.
Rafe brandished the device quickly, eyes growing wide as your name popped up on the screen.
The pair of men locked eyes. Barry nodded towards the phone, silently urging Rafe to answer.
Rafe cleared his throat a couple of times, trying to shake any remnants of his near-breakdown before he slid a shaky finger across the bottom of the screen.
The first thing his ears picked up on when he brought the phone to his ear was a loud commotion in the background, and deep muffled voices.
His eyes fell shut as he tried to greet you normally. “Hey baby, w-“ he cleared his throat again, “what’s wrong?”
You couldn’t reply right away, and Rafe didn’t miss your sniffling on the other end.
“R-Rafe?”
Oh god. Your voice was spent, barely above a choked whisper as you weakly called his name.
“What’s wrong? W-what’s going on? Is Y/D/N okay?” Barry had to step back quickly as to not get trampled by Rafe when he suddenly rose to his feet between the couch and the glass table.
“I-she’s, yeah she’s fine, we’re fine…” You sniffled again, and Rafe’s eyes fell shut. He could tell you were struggling to recall the traumatic experience.
“Someone broke in here, Rafe. He had a mask on and he, he had a gun and…”
A gun?
Rafe’s eyes grew wide, lip curling inward as he craned his neck to look up at Barry. His eyes didn’t leave the man as you continued crying and mumbling into the phone.
“Y/N, baby it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m on my way right now.”
Rafe let you be the one to end the call.
Barry was just about to question what was said on the other end of the call when Rafe shoved him back with both hands.
“Aye man, what the fuck-!”
“You pulled a fucking gun on her? With my daughter in the room?! Are you fucking crazy-!”
“Aye!” Barry managed to raise his voice over the blonde’s, immediately shutting him up, “you said that place was empty! I had to do what I had to do since you fuckin’ lied!”
Rafe rolled his eyes with a scoff before turning his attention to the messy table.
This only irritated Barry further, who retailiated with a hard hand on Rafe’s arm. The shorter man twisted the limb roughly, and Rafe let out a gasp, flincing as Barry drew him down so his lips were in Rafe’s eatshot, “unless you wanna be a single daddy, you better make sure she does a little recant on that fuckin’ statement.”
The threat would’ve never gone uncontested, but Rafe was already pressed for time. When Barry let him go, the frantic search was on for the keys to his truck.
Already running out of the door, he almost missed Barry calling after him, “handle this shit County Club, or we’re gonna have some fuckin’ problems!”
Rafe didn’t pay any mind to the drug dealer’s demand.
He had an even bigger problem on his hands, one that he was going to resolve tonight.
Tumblr media
Rafe made it to the condo in record time, faster than he’d ever been able to make it from Barry’s before. The scene that greeted him was chaotic, flashing red and blue lights emitting from a sea of police cars and trucks. There were too many uniformed officers to count.
Shutting the truck off, officers called for him to stop as Rafe ran like mad past the caution tape, only worried about getting to you and Y/D/N as quick as possible.
He found the two of you huddled together, sitting on the back of an EMT truck with a blanket draped around you.
Wearing a deep frown, he bridged the gap quickly.
As soon as your eyes met the familiar blue pair, the tears were eminent. Joining the two of you on the bench, Rafe wrapped his arms around you both and pulled you in.
You buried your face in his chest, tears melting into his sweatshirt. The smell of the familiar cologne embedded into the fabric served to calm your nerves, seemingly overriding all of your senses if only for a moment.
“It’s okay baby, it’s okay,” he shushed you lowly, sighing as you relaxed into him. You were shaken up, evidenced by the way your frame physically shook in his hold, the way the tears flowed even with your daughter right there. Crying in front of her was something Rafe knew you never did, so he knew this incident had really taken its toll on you…which meant his plan would hopefully play out the way he wanted it to. The way he needed it to.
Rafe only pulled away after some time to transfer Y/D/N to his arms, planting a long kiss to the top of her head as the little girl sank down into his lap.
“…What happened?” He spoke to you softly, almost like he was afraid to ask.
Sniffling, you cleared your throat and focused your gaze on the ground, “I-I don’t know. We were just watching TV and then I heard a loud noise downstairs…it sounded too close to be a neighbor so I just grabbed Y/D/N and hid in the closet,” It pained you to relieve the scary encounter again, but you pushed yourself to give Rafe the details, unaware that he already knew what happened. He only needed to gauge how broken you were now, so he could map out how to best navigate your emotions to get what he wanted.
Like a master manipulator, Rafe snuck a hand under your sweater, rubbing circles on your lower back, silently encouraging you to continue.
“He found us in the closet,” Rafe’s heart sank at the recollection.
“He didn’t see her, but he knew she was there…”
“Wait, w-what do you mean?”
“He said something about…he knew we had a daughter. He knew she was there,” you cut yourself off with a choked sob, and Rafe’s lips curled inwards to form a tight line.
“I just…I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to her, Rafe! I-I don’t know what I would do-,”
“Hey, baby, calm down,” he treaded carefully as the waterworks moved into full swing again.
“It’s a good thing you called me,” he started, eyes moving to the swarm of officers surrounding the building you lived in. “What did the police say?”
You didn’t have the emotional capacity to register the abrupt change of topic, you just went with it.
“They said my report should help them catch the guy,” You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, sniffling hard, “I did hear his voice, and I could see a little bit of him through the mask but, I-I don’t know…”
The confirmation of a police report had Rafe wincing, but he concealed his discomfort well. Bringing police into a matter that now involved an infamous town drug dealer would lead to no good. He couldn’t have that.
Luckily though, you were still vulnerable. And if he played his cards right, this could still work in his favor.
A warm hand came to rest on your thigh, and you welcomed the calming gesture.
“Do you trust me to protect my family?”
The question was curt, and it caught you off guard.
Craning your neck, you simply blinked up at Rafe.
“Wha-what?”
“Do you trust me to take care of my family?” He spoke slower this time, not to patronize you for once, but as a natural response to being asked to repeat himself.
You knew what the smart answer was, “oh…o-of course, of course I do…”
Rafe gave your thigh a squeeze of reassurance, “You don’t need the police to handle it then.”
The finality in his voice made you wince, so Rafe toned it down a bit, “let me take care of this, baby.”
Teary eyes scanned over your daughter, slumped in her daddy’s lap with her arms loosely hanging around him. She trusted him, maybe not more than her mommy, but definitely more than anyone else in the world.
He could tell your silence was fueled by hesitancy, so he continued, “I would never let anything happen to m-“ he cut himself off, another sharp exhale through his nose, “to our daughter.” Your ears perked up at the sound of Rafe finally verbally acknowledging the fact that the little girl in question was in fact an extention of the both of you, not just him.
“Rafe, I don’t…I don’t know if that’s-,”
“I’ll get new cameras, a whole new security system. Hell, I’ll hire a private security teamif I have to, baby. But you…you don’t need to bring the police into this, okay?” It wasn’t a suggestion, but you still sat with the words as if they were. Drawing in a deep breath, you felt large hands encompassing one of your much smaller ones. The heat from Rafe’s palms served to warm your hand as he squeezed it.
“I’ll protect you,” Lifting your hand, Rafe lovingly brought his lips to the back of your hand, “both of you, I promise.”
You took your lower lip inbetween your teeth, wiping your tears with your free hand as Rafe continued trying to soothe you, working you just the right way, hoping you’d bend to his will.
And bending, you were.
You tried to tell yourself he would never hurt her. Rafe was a lot of things, but a child abuser was not one of them. He’d never lay a hand on his daughter, and he’d do anything in his power to keep her safe. You wished you could say the same in regards to Rafe’s protectiveness over you, but he’d proven time and time again that you weren’t held to the same high standard that he held his daughter too.
You wanted to accept it, to fall in line with this fantasy of being a family again, and Rafe protecting the two most important girls in his life…
But you couldn’t help but wonder just how big of a fantasy you were pining after as you took in the ominous red and blue lights that flooded the private parking lot.
Something about Rafe was…off.
You couldn’t pinpoint it, and you didn’t have any proof, but you’d caught the quickest glimpse of his face when you detailed what happened in person, and the look of concern he sported wasn’t as…convincing as you would’ve liked. In fact, from the moment he answered the phone for you, you could honestly tell something was off.
Your mind began to wander to places you didn’t want it to go, wondering if your child’s father was evil enough to orchestrate some fake robbery just to make himself look better…
You hit the nail on the head, but you’d never know it, because you’d never dare to accuse Rafe of something so sinister. It was right up his alley, but you knew the question wouldn’t go over well.
Instead, you studied the entangled hands in your lap. Rafe was all too satfisified when you finally started nodding your head, albeit reluctant, but compliant with his wishes nonetheless.
He had to stop himself from showing any obvious signs of relief when you rose to your feet, undoubtedtly going to find an officer to take back the statement.
Your legs moved on their own accord, your heart doing the consulting for your brain as you warily made your way over to a couple of nearby officers.
Recanting your statement was hard, and while Rafe watched in satisfaction as you cried to the man in uniform, he was all too unaware of the bigger plan brewing in your head.
You’d save face for now, you decided. 
Your eyes, your body language, the way you held onto his every word was enough to convince Rafe you were on the same page when you returned to the EMT truck to gather your daughter.
Once the chaotic scene cleared, you let Rafe lead you back inside the home you’d kicked him out of just earlier that same morning.
Rafe was sure he’d won, but you wouldn’t be making the same mistake again this time.
You didn’t have proof, but something about the day’s events didn’t sit right with you.
So when night fell, and the two of you crawled into bed together, you only pretended to fall asleep while Rafe dozed off.
You were going to get out, you decided.
And you were bringing your daughter with you.
Tumblr media
taglist: @ehopehobihope @bbsxsaa @edmnsnxgf @rentaldarling @alyisdead @reinxeh @daisylovesrafe @strangespineapple @katebaesworld @lastkissh @js-a-writer @proactivetypaperson @buffypov @drewstarkeyslut @rafesthroatbaby @bruhaalla @spookyjyestha @crlsummer @manheimsmuse @narutofuck @kaylamaybe @shamlesswhispers @alltoomay @missbillskars @serinatly100986 @thisloveh @rentaldarling @reinxeh @oceanlyssa
633 notes · View notes
delfiore · 7 months
Text
—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (2/5)
Tumblr media
pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader
synopsis: you and ona become much closer, but in the wrong way; an offer on the horizon threatens to tear you apart.
word count: 3.7k
warnings: description of collision in football
PART I, PART III, PART IV, PART V
Tumblr media
Sports Illustrated: USWNT International Y/N Y/L/N Scores in First Game Back From Injury “Y/N Y/L/N will not stop scoring. The Man City star returns to action with a stunning header in a home game against Everton since picking up an injury this summer in the CONCACAF final against Canada. Though the U.S. emerged victorious thanks to Alex Morgan’s penalty kick, Y/L/N was forced off in the 68th minute with a torn hamstring. She was expected to be sidelined for 3 months. […]”
You skimmed through the article, waiting for your coffee to brew. It has been an arduous few months as you focused on rehabilitation. You were supposed to be match-fit at the start of the season, but the physios determined you needed at least a few more weeks before you could play. Your thigh still felt a bit tight every time you stretched them. Nonetheless, you were back to playing, that was all that mattered.
It was early November, and the winds were picking up in Manchester, and yet you were warm.
“Morning,” you said, smiling at the figure waddling into the living room.
Bratwurst was wagging his tail by her side, no doubt looking for more food as if you hadn’t fed him half an hour ago.
“Good morning,” Ona said, rubbing her eyes.
“Coffee?” You nodded towards the machine.
“No, I have to get to training. Thanks, though.”
“In my shirt?” You smirked at looked down at her top. Sure enough, it was the old T-shirt you lent her after you were done last night.
“Hah hah.” She mocked you, but then took off the shirt, leaving her top half completely bare, and threw it at your face. “Obviously not.”
You let your eyes travel freely, as she went back into your room and returned wearing the clothes she came in last night.
“Looks like you’re back to being your insufferable self.” She walked to where you sat, putting on her necklace. “Can’t even go on social media without seeing people praising your goal.”
“All in a day’s work,” you said, grinning.
Ona rolled her eyes and put on her shoes. “I’m glad you’re back, but I won’t go easy on you.”
You stood up and pecked her lips.
“I never asked you to,” you leaned closer, ducking your face into her neck. “Maybe when we’re alone.”
She snickered quietly and patted your cheek. “Try not to miss me too much. Bye-bye, Bratwurst.”
The pup sat by the door as he watched her close it behind her. Ever since she started spending time at your apartment, it felt like he liked her more, always following her around and snuggling with her as she gave him pets.
Ona had been coming over since the kiss at the end of last season with the premise of meaningless sex. You both had an arrangement, and you were committed to keeping to it. You were surprised when she suggested it, thinking her not to be the type, but Ona continues to surprise you.
You had only meant to meet up over dinner to talk about what happened, but the night ended with her hands tangled in your hair and your legs tangled in her sheets. The ups and downs these past few months never deterred you from seeing each other. In fact, Spain losing out in the Euros prompted her to come over and forget about it for a night. In a way, you both had each other.
Your teammates at Man City were especially amused whenever you’d forget to cover up and come to practice with marks on your neck.
“Who’s the unlucky gal this time, Y/N?”
“Have you been busy while you were injured?”
Every time, you would just shake your head with a grin because you’d never kiss and tell. Also, because Leila and Laia would flip out if they knew you’d been screwing their teammate on the national team.
Your arrangement worked for a while, both of you still too young and too committed to football to think about anything else. While a lot of your colleagues would disagree, it was the excuse you told yourself to fully admit that what you felt for Ona was beyond just carnal desires.
You were treading on dangerous waters, your feelings bubbling to the surface every time you saw the girl. It was much more challenging to keep them under wraps, especially when you had to play against her every couple of months. From what people knew about you two, you were rivals, and that was your relationship. Rumors of a romance surfaced too, amongst younger fans, but it was the result of baseless shipping. If only they knew.
Ona wasn’t an incredibly affectionate person, not by a mile. The only times you would catch her lowering her guard by the tiniest of margins were when she was tired, maybe then she’d let you cuddle her after sex. But you remembered when Spain was knocked out of the Euros way too soon, and she was crying on the phone to you. You had just won the CONCACAF with the US across the Atlantic, and yet all you wanted was to hold her.
And so that was what you did. Two days later, after you were dismissed from your international duties, you flew back to Manchester and waited for her. Ona liked to be the little spoon whenever she was sad, and you were very happy to oblige. If she was feeling generous, she would even thank you for it. As much as you wanted to, you never teased her about it, because you knew what you had was fragile, and a slight mention of it could topple everything to the ground.
That was how it was with your Spanish beauty.
“Wooooooow . . . You’ve got a handful,” said your teammate, Chloe, as she stood in your kitchen, eating your chips.
“Yup,” you pressed your lips thinly, grabbing some seasoning from the cupboard. “That’s my life right now.”
You proceeded to tell Chloe everything one day, omitting a few saucy details, of course.
“Have you tried talking to her about it?”
“That’s the thing, though. There’s nothing to talk about. I can’t just walk up to her and demand something that wasn’t part of the arrangement to begin with.”
“I know, but it’s clearly affecting you. You like her, don’t you?”
“No.” A few seconds of silence followed, and Chloe was looking at you with a glare. “Okay, I think she’s cute, like, really cute.”
“I think you should talk to her, Y/N,” Chloe said. “Worst case scenario, you lot stop whatever you’re doing with each other behind all of our backs. Best case scenario, you date her.”
You smirked, but nothing no usual quippy or smug remark came out. “I should try,” you spoke quietly.
Chloe nodded expectantly and continued eating her chips, now. “I can’t believe it. You tricked all of us! It was Batlle all this time!”
Tumblr media
“I didn’t think you’d come tonight,” you whispered quietly into the room, sitting by the edge of your bed.
Ona was under the covers, on her phone. “Why? ‘Cause we played against each other?”
You nodded bashfully.
“I’m here, aren’t I?” she set her phone down. “Or did you not want me to come?”
“It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” You said, gesturing at the clothes strewn on the floor.
You let her study you for a moment, finding the ruffled sheets much more interesting instead.
“What’s wrong?” She said.
“Nothing.”
“You’re too quiet.” Her voice was low and calming. She reached out and caressed your hand. You wanted to bury your face in her neck and be done with the conversation instead.
“I was just wondering . . . would you like to come over a bit earlier from now on?”
Your question made her look at you with a puzzled expression. “Have I been staying too late?”
“No, no. I mean—you can stay as late as you want, but come a bit earlier. I can cook for us, and then we can just sit and . . . talk.”
You fumbled with your fingers, your eyes drifting up to her, seeing the realization dawn on her. She exhaled. “Okay, that sounds nice . . . but as friends, right?”
“Um . . . no?”
“Y/N,” Ona breathed. Her silence was killing you. Finally, she looked up. “That wasn’t our arrangement, and I’d like for it to stay as we’ve agreed. You’re okay with that, right?”
“Yeah,” you lied, caressing her arm and flashing a smile. “It’s for the best.”
She nodded but watched you closely. “Come here,” she whispered.
You obliged, letting her pull you into her embrace. A searing kiss followed, leaving you to straddle her bare waist.
A short gasp left your lips. “Fuck me, Ona.” You pleaded quietly, hoping she’d fuck you until you forget the conversation ever happened. But you also hoped she’d go slow and make love to you, proving that she’d finally reciprocated your feelings.
You’ve decided that you wanted both. Maybe then, you’d finally get what you wanted.
You didn’t know that Ona was scared to let you in too, so she settled for sleeping with you.
You had been an obsession of hers for three years, a game she played besides having to focus on the actual game she was paid to play. But now, here she was—sleeping with someone who could possibly be her mortal enemy. She didn’t know when, but suddenly, she couldn’t bring herself to see you harmed.
She wanted you, but that was the selfish part of her speaking.
In the morning, you had expected her to be there, but your bedside was empty.
Ona moved through her days like a ghost. She didn’t expect it to be this hard three years ago when she first set foot in Manchester. She didn’t expect a forward to make her life this hard, or that she would fall in love with you. Every minute she spent tangled up in bed with you were minutes where nothing else outside that bedroom mattered, and it scared her.
It scared her that only you could make her feel that way, that something she had spent so hard working towards for herself, you did so easily for her.
She thinks of the nights after the Euros when she practically stayed over all day, and how you took care of her. She thinks of the cheeky winks you would send her way whenever she played against you, and the not-so-innocent brushes that you sneak in whenever she defended you. She think of your face when she shut you down, and how quickly your walls came back up.
She thinks of you the entire time she was on the Zoom call with her agent.
“You need to decide soon, Ona,” her agent had told her. “Barcelona doesn’t wait for anyone.”
It was a no-brainer, but she thinks of you all the time.
Tumblr media
The referee blew the whistle and the 90 minutes were over. You collapsed on your knees as the Etihad erupted into cheers. Man City had reached the semifinals of the Women’s Champions League for the first time ever in the history of the women’s club. You would be playing Wolfsburg next, but you couldn’t care less about that right then. You just wanted to celebrate with your teammates.
You wished that you could celebrate with Ona too.
You sent her a text much later in the night, but she didn’t respond. Thinking it to be too late for her to come over, you went to bed, soaking in your victory.
But then, she didn’t respond the next day, then the day after that. A week later, she still hadn’t responded. Then the first leg of the semifinal came, and City drew 2-2 to Wolfsburg. You had given her space to deal with whatever she didn’t want you to know and knew double-texting made you look desperate, but you have had enough of the silence.
A vote of confidence would have been nice Sent 4:29pm
Nothing.
You weren’t going to put your life on hold for her. You wouldn’t give her that satisfaction.
The week of the return leg, you had almost forgotten all about Ona from the amount of training you were doing.
“Okay, ladies. Gather around,” said Chris, the assistant coach. “This will be our last practice session before the Champions League game. We’re gonna do some passing to start with, then a set-piece practice, and we’ll close off with a 5v5 scrimmage. That sound good?”
You were starting to feel more confident than jittery. Your movements were sure and steady, so were your finishes. Big games never deterred you, but it was the added fact of Ona not responding to your text that caused you to check your phone every time you were able to.
“No phones, Y/N,” Chris said, and raised an eyebrow.
“Sorry, Coach. Just checking news from family,” you lied. He extended his hand anyway, and you begrudgingly handed your phone over.
“I can’t have you distracted, Y/N. The match is tomorrow.”
“I know, I know. I’ve been good, though, haven’t I?” You grinned, taking a swig of water.
Practice ended later than scheduled, but you didn’t mind. You needed the extra preparation, and you were glad to have done that with your teammates. Chris finally gave you your phone back, like a naughty student, and you quickly checked your messages. Still nothing. It wasn’t like this was the biggest game of your life or anything.
Going to the news, flipping through articles upon articles on politics, your eyes landed on one about sports.
The Busby Babe: Ona Batlle Set For Barcelona Return “Manchester United and Spain star right back Ona Batlle is reportedly on the verge of completing a move back to Catalonia, rejoining Barcelona Femeni at the end of her contract with the Red Devils. […]”
Tumblr media
The match of your life started. You were on the left wing as you always were, playing inverted so Laia would be running the flank. You scored one, but Wolfsburg got one back towards the end of the first half.
“Make those runs, ladies. If you see them coming at you, call out to your teammates. Use the third man to break free of the defense.” Gareth pointed at the board, showing hypothetical scenarios that the team could exploit for an opening.
“Hey,” Chloe sat next to you, her forehead glistening. “You alright?”
You uttered a small ‘yeah’ and closed your hand over her sweat-clad one over your knee. You couldn’t be distracted. You owed it to Chloe and everyone else on this team.
You were slamming your fist on the door, but you didn’t care. Your jaw clenched as you swayed on your feet waiting for her to open up.
“What the fuck, Y/N?!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You stepped into her apartment.
Her face went pale. “How did you know?”
You let out a laugh. “You’re pathetic. You’re a coward for not even saying a single word.”
The ball was sent over long from deep aiming towards you. You called for Filippa for a one-two, but once you dribbled, you were tackled inside the box. You put your hand up at the referee but huffed in disbelief when she only shook her head and granted a corner.
Slapping your hand on the grass, you sprung up with a grunt. It must have looked like you were throwing a tantrum, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to win.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“So you were just not gonna say anything at all?! You owe me that much to—”
“I don’t owe you anything, Y/N.” She snapped. She had never snapped at you before, not while off the pitch. “You know what we have is just sex. That’s all we ever had and that’s all we will ever have.”
Tears formed in your eyes. You felt like a kid again, being scolded and taken for granted. “Please, don’t do this.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but this isn’t some fantasyland,” Ona said firmly. “I told you what I wanted, and I thought you agreed.”
There was a period of struggle over the ball soon after, mostly in midfield. You were growing increasingly frustrated as passes continued being cut off just before they reached the attacking third.
“Come on, guys! Let’s finish this!” You called out to your teammates in an attempt to hype them up before a throw-in.
Your irritation mounted, but you told yourself to quickly snap out of it. I need to stay calm, my team needs me. It proved quite difficult when Lena Oberdorf slithered up from behind to mark you. She dug an elbow into your back to keep you at bay, and when you moved, she moved. So you pushed back, much harder than you anticipated. It set her off. Good, stay off me.
Soon, you heard the ref’s hurried whistle, as Lena shoved you back. “The fuck are you pushing for?!” Your opponent seethed, getting all up in your face to challenge you.
You were feeling bold, so you smirked at her. “Come closer, see what I’ll do. Or do you just want a piece of this, huh?”
It wasn’t your best quality, you admitted it, but you liked it when you set off an opponent. You didn’t care when Lena was hurling insults at you in German as she was being led away. What mattered was that you had gotten in her head, and it would be much easier to break her defense from now on. The referee blew her whistle again, and a few teammates of yours attempted to separate you from Lena.
“Sei ruhig, Mann. Bleib’ da drüben.” Be quiet, man. Stay over there. Waving at her dismissively, you saw the way her eyes looked like they would pop out of her sockets in fury, knowing she didn’t expect you to know German. You couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of satisfaction.
“Last warning, Y/L/N.” The referee warned before continuing the match.
There would always be one player that completely drove the opposition crazy, and you would gladly be that asshole, so your teammates wouldn’t have to. You wanted to win.
“You kissed me first. I thought . . .”
“Please, don’t make this any harder than it already is,” Ona said quietly.
“I thought we had something, Ona,” you tried to steady your voice. You knew you sounded pathetic, but you never believed Ona could betray you in such a way.
She only pressed her lips thin. “We don’t. The only thing we have is our arrangement and however you feel about me on the pitch.”
Bunny scored in the 75th minute, and that would be the last goal for City in this match. The game went to extra time, and you could feel your teammates getting tired and sloppy in possession. You were tired too, but you wanted to keep fighting, anything to keep the thought of Ona out of your head.
You were so focused on the ball that you didn’t see a defender coming up beside you, her body colliding with yours in an attempt to redirect the ball. You fell to the ground with a thud, the stinging impact beginning to spread across your back. You felt the wind getting knocked out of you, your vision beginning to fade until all you could see were the lights atop the stadium, until those faded too.
The next thing you knew, you were on your side. Then the uncomfortable pain in your gut started to become more apparent, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore. You gasped for air, just as a couple of your teammates knelt beside you.
“Y/N, can you hear me? Medic!” You heard a voice almost like Demi’s call out.
You didn’t know who knocked into you, you didn’t care anymore, because you had the overwhelming urge to throw up whilst still struggling to breathe.
“Can’t . . . breathe,” you wheezed out, tears starting to fill your eyes. You wanted to go home.
One of the medics shone a flashlight in your eyes. “Pupils are PEARL,” she said. “Okay, I need you to try and take deep breaths for me, alright, darling?”
You drew a shaky breath. There was a wheezing noise, in and out. In and out. The more you did, the easier it got. Your head was dizzy when you stood up, just as you heard applause ringing throughout the stadium.
Chloe appeared in front of you and offered her arm while a medic took your other as you walked toward the sideline.
“You’re alright, love,” she flashed you a warm smile and wiped away the stray tear that lingered on your cheek.
It was much too unfortunate, because you still had a lot more to give, but you were done for the night. Gareth knew it too, so he sent Hempo in to take your place.
You finally let the tears fall freely when the final whistle came.
“When do you leave?”
“In two weeks.”
A scornful laugh escaped you that you didn’t even bother to hide. “You didn’t even have the decency to tell me, not as your booty call, but as your friend.”
But you were kidding yourself. You knew Ona and you were never friends, never quite lovers either. Only two people floating around in a sexual limbo who were too scared to admit to themselves what was right in front of them. Now she was leaving, and you would never get the chance.
It didn’t matter anymore, any of it. You had a Champions League semifinal to play.
ESPN: Wolfsburg Grabs Victory in Extra Time to Reach Women’s Champions League Final “[…]”
Tumblr media
a/n: it was so heartwarming to see the support for jenni and the players :’) it’s abt fuckin time man let’s hope this continues until rubiales and vilda’s resignation
770 notes · View notes
vex91 · 3 months
Text
Ahn Yujin - Attractive neighbor
Pairing: Ahn Yujin x Female Reader (Non Idol AU)
Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: more yujinnn pls 💙
Summary: After your best friend's nagging, you decided to move out of your hometown and into the city she lived in. There you found out that the apartment she found for you was next to the very attractive woman.
Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Yujin, Blowjob, I don't know what else to add except for just fucking
A/N: Thanks for requesting, I hope it's alright that I made it G!P❤
Tumblr media Tumblr media
3rd's POV
Ever since your best friend Wonyoung moved to Seoul she couldn't stop talking about how she would love you to also move so you guys wouldn't be so far away from each other. You weren't into the idea much at first but since you didn't had any other plans to move somewhere else you decided to move there. You applied to College and got in so the last thing left for you was to actually move your stuff to your new apartment.
You didn't know how the house looked like since Wonyoung was the one who got it for you, she assured you that it was a very nice place with friendly neighbors around and that you didn't had anything to worry about. You trusted her, you had no reason not to. When you go to the house Wonyoung was already there to help you move your stuff inside.
"Y/N I'm so happy to finally see you, it feels like we didn't saw each other in years" Wonyoung hugged you tightly as you chuckled "Wony I visited you a month ago" You hugged her back "Well that's a long time okay? I missed you" She moved away from you and started walking to your car "I'll help you carry these" Wonyoung said as she took one of the many boxes you had in your car. You watched her as she took it inside before you started doing the same. Around 5 minutes later when you were about to take another box, a woman came up to you. She was much taller than you. She was wearing a white crop top and grey sweatpants.
"Hi, you're the one moving in right? I'm Yujin, I'm living right in front of you" She said shaking your hand with a smile "It's nice to mee you, I'm Y/N" You introduced yourself as you both stared at each other. You noticed how she bit her lip lightly but before you could give it another thought, Wonyoung came up to you and introduced herself to her. The three of you had a small conversation before Yujin suggested to help with moving the rest of your stuff in and with her help moving stuff was easier and faster.
When Yujin left, you immediately turned to Wonyoung "You never told me that such an attractive woman was living right in front of me" You said and Wonyoung chuckled at your state "Well you never asked me but don't worry, you'll be fine. Maybe you even manage to finally get laid" You blushed at her comment, feeling embarrassed "Wonyoung?!" "Okay okay, I'm just joking" She patted your back. Despite her just joking you couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day, Yujin stayed glued in your mind no matter how much you tried to think about something else.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few months passed. You and Yujin got closer due to the fact that both of you attended the same College. At some point Yujin suggested to help you with your material which caused her to come over to your house a lot more and as a way to thank her for her help you often made her stay for dinner. It happened so often that it was normal for you to prepare her favorite dishes a lot despite her reassurance that she'll eat anything that you'll make.
She was sweet ever since you two met and you couldn't help but feel attracted to her really quickly, she was the embodiment of everything you loved and she seemed to know it as she gladly reciprocated the feelings. She was also attracted to you from the start, hence why she immediately approached you when she first noticed you from her window as you were moving in. At that time she was just in a plain t-shirt and boxers, brushing her teeth as she looked out the window and not long after she was running around the house looking for her pants just so she could go and get to know you.
You had her in a chokehold from the start.
And that didn't changed, instead it grew and now her attraction was much bigger and much more intense. For a while now she wanted to get to know you on a more deeper level, where she could kiss you, hold you... touch you. She just needed you but she didn't wanted to seem pushy, especially since she wasn't sure what you thought about her and if you wanted the same. That's why she contacted your best friend to sneakily ask her some stuff and maybe find out if you wanted her.
"Oh Y/N? I'm not sure but honestly go for it. That girls needs to finally get laid"
Wonyoung's words made her a little more confident, especially when she also started noticing small signs that made it seem like you wanted it too and the perfect moment happened during one of your tutoring sessions. Yujin helped you understand some material for your class and just like always you made her stay for dinner.
"Thanks again for help Yujin, it would be really bad if I failed this class" You said taking her empty plate and going to wash it. Yujin observed you carefully "You're welcome, you know I'll always help you" She stood up and came over to where you were. You didn't noticed it immediately since you had your back turned to her, you only noticed her presence when she pressed herself against your back and helped you wash the dishes. The atmosphere completely changed, having her so close to you made you feel weak.
You could feel her breath on your neck as her smell enveloped you completely. You became aware of all of her moves, even her subtle grinding on your ass. You nearly let out a moan when you felt a bulge pressing against your ass. This whole situation made you crave her more and she seemed to notice it "You want it too huh? I knew you would" She smirked at the way you pressed herself harder against her. You looked so small in front of her and she enjoyed every moment of it. She turned you around and grinned at how flushed your cheeks were.
Her hands went lower as she kissed your neck and soon you could feel her hands working on unzipping your pants and getting them off, leaving you in nothing but your shirt. You moaned when she pressed her finger against your clit and massaged it "You're so wet and we didn't do much yet" She teased, her breath tickling your neck. You gripped her shirt tightly trying to keep yourself grounded but it was hard with the way she was touching you. She started going lower with her kisses and at some point the shirt started getting in her way "Arms up baby" You did as you were told and Yujin quickly took your shirt off, grinning at the sight before her "No bra huh? Like you were waiting for it to happen" You flushed at her words feeling embarrassed of how right she was but before you could even say anything she was already too busy kissing all over your chest, leaving marks whenever she could.
In all of that you didn't even noticed how your hands unzipped her pants and pumped her dick through her boxers. You only noticed when she stared whimpering in your ear. You smirked when you noticed her whole dominant demeanor crumbling from your touch and it was a perfect opportunity for you to fluster her back "Do you like that baby?" You smirked when she nodded silently, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Your hand sneaked under her boxers finally gripping her half hard erection and giving it a good squeeze making Yujin squeak. You enjoyed seeing the normally confident and daring girl crumbling so easily in front of you.
You pushed her back to the living room and made her sit on the couch as you sank to your knees. She helped pulling her pants and boxers down finally letting you see her dick that made your mouth fall open. You felt how big she was but seeing it with your own eyes made it look even bigger. She laughed at your expression "Too big for you love?" She was mocking you and you weren't gonna give her the satisfaction of it, especially when you knew how easy was to get control from her so you quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip of her cock and started slowly licking all over it. Yujin's eyes closed abruptly, her head threw back from the feeling of your warm tongue.
Her hand grabbed your hair and helped you bop your head up and down as moans and curse spilled from her mouth. Your mouth felt so good around her it drove her crazy and soon she came into your throat as you swallowed all of her cum. Right after you got on top of her and aligned her cock with your entrance before pushing in slowly. The new sensation took a while for you and Yujin to get used to but when you did you stared bouncing up and down on her cock. Despite having difficulties doing anything else due to how good you felt around her, Yujin started to play with your chest. She licked and sucked on them with occasional moans slipping her lips.
"G-God you feel so g-good" Yuji panted before changing position and laying you down as she started thrusting harder and faster into you. She could feel you scratching at her back due to the intensity of her thrusts but she couldn't feel bothered at that moment, not when your walls clenched around her as you came all over her cock and she followed soon after, releasing deep inside you. You moaned at the feeling as Yujin collapsed on top of you, not looking like she wanted to move anytime soon and truthfully you didn't mind it as you continued cuddling with her still deep inside you.
365 notes · View notes
onginlove · 8 months
Text
jealous 2
Tumblr media
pairing: 1610!miles + black!fem!reader
summary: gwen. it’s all about gwen. miles never even talks about you. gwen
warning: jealousy
a/n: the first part was supposed to be a little drabble bc I was bored but so many ppl wanted a part 2 tell me if u wanna be tagged in this series
this one is more story like so it is longer
im not good with second part stuff so sorry if this part is disappointing 😭😔
part 1 | part 3
taking requests for 42!myles and miles
Tumblr media
you just came home from school, vision academy. you wanted to talk to miles but he was wrapped around gwen’s finger.
you took your hair out of the puff it was in and did 4 parts, braided it, and put on your bonnet.
you hopped into bed, not wanting to ever leave, of course, you would need to though.
later on today is homecoming and you already have your stuff settled. but, you were wondering if you would even go.
you were planning on asking miles but he already asked gwen.
gwen.
Tumblr media
it was 5:33pm and it starts at 6. you procrastinated on getting ready because you didn’t really feel like getting up (mood).
after you got your makeup, and hair done, you went ahead and put on your dress.
you went to the living room to put on your shoes and head out but you got stopped.
“aye, you didn’t think you were gonna walk there, did you?”
“mom, ill be fine.”
“no, im taking you. plus, I need to take pictures.”
she was taking photos until her phone said “storage full.”… yea..
you headed inside the car and you mom pulled out of the driveway and headed towards visions.
Tumblr media
on the ride there, you saw other people in their suits and dresses. they looked very good in their outfits while you thought you looked like a plum.
forcing yourself to, you texted miles.
-
m&m ❤️
”you at homecoming yet?”
read at 5:51pm
-
since he didn’t answer, you assumed he was with gwen already having the time of her life.
Tumblr media
you closed the car door, telling your mom bye. you walked up the stairs and entered the main area to see everyone dress up and decorations.
you quickly saw miles and waved but he was too busy laughing with gwen.
your smile turned into a small frown and you walked towards him.
“hey miles! i, uh, like your suit.”
“thanks. im matching with gwen.”
“I thought we were supposed to match.”
“oh yea, but then gwen wanted to do blue. plus, it matches the color dress I bought for her.”
“that makes sense.”
you guys just sat in silence while there was music playing and people laughing. everyone was having a good time besides you.
Tumblr media
about 1 hour later, you were having a semi good time. but, miles have been all over gwen and barely even noticed you.
“imma get punch. want some y/n?”
“no, im good. thanks.”
you understood why he liked gwen so much. she was nice and pretty and not you.
once again, you and miles sat in silence, until you broke it.
“why don’t you talk to me as much?”
“i- i mean, your always busy.”
“no, im not.”
“well, you never talk to me.”
“I try to talk to you but you just turn me away.”
“i- i do?”
“yes, you do.”
“I understand that you like her but you don’t have to shut me out.”
“I didn’t notice that i was..”
“you never do.”
“wait, y/n, I can explain-“
“no, it’s fine. i knew you never truly liked me.”
Tumblr media
MILES POV
I watched as she walked away. i didnt mean to shut her out. ive just been really worked up.
I tried to go after her but I lost her in the crowd of people.
“y/n? y/n!”
she left.
I knew I messed up big time. y/n is my best friend. how could I neglect her like that?
“hey, I got the punch. sorry it took so-“
“sorry gwen, I have to go.”
“but, homecoming isn’t over?”
“sorry.”
I dashed out the room, looking for y/n.
hopefully she’s close by.
Tumblr media
@simpfl369 @lalaisasloveudj @ch6ntt @anikaluv @luvvvjada
628 notes · View notes
soggyriceee · 10 months
Text
Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW Pt. 2
It had been a week since Konig had been over. Your boyfriend, completely oblivious to what happened, remained the same loving, caring man. But you couldn't look at him the same. Not when Konig's cum filled you up. " my love, I have a meeting today so ill be home around 10:30. then we can watch that movie too were going on and on about." he spoke from your shared bathroom. as much as you did want to see that movie, you couldn't think about it. you were worried about getting pregnant, like Konig actually said he'd do. "love?" he called out, this time standing in front of you.
"s-sorry. yea we can do that." you smiled, looking up from your phone. he hummed and fixed his tie, still eying you. "you've been very tense recently. are you okay? I can pick you up some tea." he said, a look of worry on his face. it broke your heart. how he was always so worried about you even when he didnt really need to be. it made the realization that you didnt love him as much as he loved you hit you hard. "im okay I just need to get some sleep. call me when you on your way home." you said, pulling the blanket up to cover you.
he sighed before turning away. "okay then. ill still get you some anyways." he said, grabbing his keys and phone. "I love you." he said, walking over and placing a kiss on your forehead, cheek and finally your lips. "I love you too.."
hours had gone by since your boyfriend left. and the whole time all you could think about was Konig. so much so, that you fell and called him. "hello libeling.. ive been waiting for your call." his strong accent and calm voice made you clench around nothing. " Konig im worried about.. about actually getting pregnant. I already feel bad for cheating on him I cant get pregnant with a baby that isn't his either." He was silent on the other end. Until you called his name again. " Its nit cheating if you've been with me this whole time maus.." he said, and you heard him shift on what you think is his bed.
Konig, undoubtably, was crazy. And you knew that. From the second he heard about you getting with another man, he called you. Telling you to leave him willingly, or he'd go there and take you. and although you knew he wouldn't really do it, there was always something in the back of your mind that said he might. " Konig im being serious. if I do end up getting pregnant, ill abort it. ill never speak to you again ill move ill do anything-" "your won't. you know you cant keep yourself away from me libeling." on the other end you heard more shifting, like a belt. silence filled the call until you heard him spit. " just thinking about you getting all fat with my kids maus.. fuck it makes me so hard. to think that were going to live together in a nice house.. fuck.. your tits all swollen." his breathing on the other end grew harder. " thinking about killing your little friend over there.. no no. after you give birth. ill make him.. fucking watch you birth my baby." faint flapping noises could be hear, occasional whimpers from him. quiet, but desperate ones.
you hated him. how even when he wasn't there with you, he could fuck up your relationship so bad. but most of all, you hated how wet you got when he told you these things. "Konig please.." he stopped from the other end.
then
hung up.
you called him 3 times. 4 times. 5 times. no response. by the time you had given up a knock came to your door. you knew it was him. and you knew that answering was not the right answer. but oh how you wanted him. "hi maus." he smirked, looking down at you.
||
"thats it libeling.. geh weiter.. fuck geh weiter"
his hands gripped your hips, helping you move up and down on him. your head was on his shoulder, tears brimming your eyes as you were working on your third orgasm. In 15 minuets. " k-koni fuck it feels so good." you whimpered, your hands gripping his biceps for support. one hand moved from your thigh down to your clit. "I know Schätzchen.. your doing so fucking good.. taking me like this. I bet you wanna get pregnant huh. you wanna-fuck- wanna have my fucking baby." he gave a thrust from below you, hitting your cervix. as much as it hurt, you could stop your body from slamming down on him, wanting to feel it again.
" your mine maus.. mine. he's gonna walk in and see me fucking this pretty little pussy.. and hell start crying." he whispered, leaning to your ear. "hell cry and a-ask you why are you doing this." his other hand moved to your throat, looking at your wet face and plump lips. "and your gonna t-tell him" his hips thrusted up into you again, a groan slipping past his lips. "you'll tell him because you belong to me.. and only me."
his hips moved up into yours fast, keeping his eyes on your face. all of what he said, it made you clench around him more. the more his tip hit into you, the harder you felt your orgasm coming onto you. "come on libeling. paint me with all your cum.. j-just like im gonna.. fuck.. paint your insides with mine."
just as you felt yourself about to cum, you heard your boyfriend car pull up. your face turned pale and you tried to stop. but Konig chuckled, sliding out. "oh is that him?" he pouted, turning you on your stomach, pulling your hips up. "y-yes Konig we have to stop. you need to go now please." tears of anxiety and guilt left your eyes now, not ones of pleasure. but he didnt care. in fact, it made him harder.
"your gonna look as he walks in maus.. your gonna watch his face drop.." he slid in, a groan leaving him. then. he went back to abusing your still soaked cunt. "your gonna watch him as you cum all over me. and your gonna watch him-mmmh~ as I fill you will all. my. cum."
your boyfriends humming got louder and louder, and soon the keys began to jingle. and as scared as you were, Konig's abuse on your g spot made it hard for you to hold in all your moans.
the door opened, your boyfriend stepping inside. the first thing he saw wasn't you. getting fucked on the couch. he dropped everything, his eyes slowly moving to Konig. " im almost done." Konig said, a breathy chuckle leaving him. Konig's hand wrapped around your throat, his eyes locking onto yours. "im cumming maus.." he whispered, his hips jolting forward, pulling all the way back and slamming right back in.
tears flowed from your eyes, your airways closing up. "come on libeling.. cum for me. then it can all be done with.." he whispered, looking over to your boyfriend. tears were falling from his own, his body still frozen in shock.
Konig gave you a few more sloppy but powerful thrusts before finishing, strained groans leaving him as he gripped you closer, and harder. you couldn't stop yourself from also cumming, trying your hardest not to make it noticeable. but you couldn't help it. your body shook, small whimpers leaving your plump lips.
Konig sighed above you, kissing your cheek. he pulled out, watching your boyfriend. "she's all yours." Konig said, pulling up his pants that pooled at his ankled, grabbing his keys and making his way past your boyfriend and out the door, leaving you on the couch dripping both tears and cum.
it was silent. until you moved to sit up. "do I need to call the cops?" he spoke finally. you turned to him. "w-what?" he moved over to you, until he was right in front of you. "he broke in huh. he-he forced you." he said, his voice strained, a vein popping on the side of his neck. you looked away. he sat beside you, taking your hand.
" i didnt.. you dont need to call the cops." you said, wiping your eyes. "we need to move. i.. I love you. and whatever comes out of this we can deal with together. but im not leaving you and you aren't leaving me." he said, his hand tightening around you. you looked at him, confused on what he meant. you couldn't tell if he kn ew you cheated or if he still thought Konig forced you.
"Ill look for apartments in New York. well move there. I have connections from work there. its the perfect place. and far from here." he said, standing. he grabbed a blanket off the floor and gave it to you. you couldn't speak. at all. you were still shocked and confused. " but if you do get pregnant.."
you looked up at him.
" were gonna kill it. I refuse to let you have a baby that isn't mine."
283 notes · View notes
fisheshavegill · 19 days
Text
-- Crazy Rich Asians. PT. II
Tumblr media
「 ✦ CRA ✦ 」
sunghoon fanfic! fem reader!
"It's not the men in your life that counts, it's the life in your men."
2k | disclaimer : quotations at the start may or may not have to do something with the whole story (could be an add on)
Read Crazy Rich Asians PT. I
no proof read | word vomit
indented text are just my personal descriptions &lt;3
- i got some lines from books ive read and movies ive watched! + the title of my fanfic doesn't mean the plot is mostly from the actual movie / book!
──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
. “ if it is real, it must by definition prove to be eternal?. “ .
Tumblr media
– random flashback |. 📍 California
The waitress arrives, sets down all of our orders and disappears. 
I took out my fork as I swirled it in my pasta
“Carbonara?”  I offered him before eating it. 
Sunghoon shakes his head 
“Because it’s dairy?”
“No… I just prefer pesto” 
“Hmm. Impressive” “Very.....you” I say
A distinct ringing sound emanating from his pocket.  As the phone rings a few more times before Sunghoon finally takes it out of his pocket and looks at the screen
“One second”  he roses from his seat
I watched him walked away, his phone pressed to his ear. 
I looked at him through the window while I was sipping my tea.   
After a while the door bell rings, he came back again putting his phone to the pocket of his jacket. 
“So”, “How was your day?” He questions as he sits on the table, pouring water to his cup
“Lame” 
“Uhm” he hesitates to say  
“my mom's gonna have a birthday party”  he says out of nowhere, avoids looking at me while taking the silver utensils on the clothed table. "I planned it"
“I invited a lot of guests.” “All of my relatives and cousins know about it” He stops speed talking as he takes his first bite of steak.  
“And you” he weakly points me with his fork.
I didn’t say anything as I take another sip of my tea  
“Her birthday actually was yesterday, nothing so sleek about it and everyone was busy” 
“It will be held on Friday...in Korea” he added 
“That’s nice���
“So…. did you greet her?” 
“No..” I say 
“Why not?”
“I have been busy with stuffs”
“Like what?” 
I did not know what to say. 
"Look, I booked a flight for us" He broke the silence with hands clenched together
I take another sip of my tea
He sighs and leans into the table his voice was very low. 
“Ann, I understand that this entire situation has been extremely difficult for you. It has been for me too. I know that you have been trying to avoid my mom, but I want to remind you that avoiding her forever may not be the best solution.
Perhaps we can work together to find a way to face her again and move forward in a positive direction. What do you think?"
He whispered “Please just go for me" he held your hand as he rubs his thumb through your fingers. 
“Please.”  
Current time . the continuation of part 1
-exact 5 minutes after emergency left
Sunghoon's
His eyes were glued to the pages of a book that he had abandoned for weeks.
Sitting on the couch in the same room, while you were in bed. The silk pajamas draped his body comfortably as he sat partially facing the bed you were lying on.
The soft rustling of the pages turning was the only sound that filled the room
| Sunghoon had always remained true to his passion for reading books. His love for literature dates to when he was just five years old. On his birthday, his father gifted him a classic Spiderman comic. Since that fateful day, he has devoured countless books of all genres, from classic literature to modern-day thrillers. |
After a moment, he closed the book and placed it carefully on the see-through glass table in front of him. He leaned back on the couch, his head supported by the soft cushion, and looked up at the ceiling.
He reached up to his face and removed the eyeglasses he had been wearing to help him read the book. The dim light in the room provided by the single lamp on the desk beside the bed had made it necessary for him to wear them while reading.
As he rubs his eyes, his phone gets a ring from someone.
Mom
His eyes showed a bit of frustration as he hesitates to accept the call. But eventually does.
“Hi son.” A female voice muttered through the call.
“Good evening mom” he replies.
“How are you?” “How’s business?”
“Im Good” “Business? its he-“
“Uhm" – with a hinge of hesitation.
"If you are currently facing anything, please know that I am here to help you in any way possible. I am right beside you to offer my support, okay?"
The female voice assured him in a serious tone completely ignoring the fact she cut him off.
 "At the moment, there is nothing that is causing me any trouble or concern mom."
“oh... dont be so gullible” His mom says.
 "I appreciate your kind gesture of checking in on me. It's reassuring to know that you care."   -   The silence between them dissipated for a while.
 “Well, I guess if there's nothing to state about anything, I will be going”,
 the female mutters, closing the gap of silence in the call.
 "Goodnight"
she added as the call ended.
He runs his fingers through his hair as he deeply sighs. the head maid must had informed his mom about the state of the house and all the things that had been happening inside of it every day. All the things that were meant to be a secret, especially anything that revolves at the happenings in the house were all revealed to his arrogant mother. "
He couldn't help but wonder what else his mother knew and what her intentions were. He decided to step outside to clear his head. The swimming pool area was the perfect spot, with its beautiful bushes of flowers and serene atmosphere. As he took a deep breath, he sits frantically at the side of the pool lounger, tapping the fine fabricated mattress hovering it.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a single cigarette, carefully placing it between his lips. With a flick of his lighter, a small flame appears, and he brings the flame to the end of the cigarette, inhaling deeply as it ignites.
You thought he promised to you that he’ll never engage in smoking again?? No. It seems that the weight of his problems and struggles had become too much to bear, causing him to break that promise.
. 01/01 00:05 AM  
“Hoon are you there?”
Some laughter in the background and loud fireworks.
“I’m so sorry, I completely forgot. But I’m leaving now! Okay? Just wait there! Should only take me thirty minutes. I know, I feel really bad. Please don’t be mad. Call me back, okay?
As he hit the play button for the umpteenth time, a smile slowly spread across my face.
The old voicemail you left him on New Year's was like a time capsule, transporting him back to his days as a college student in bustling New York City.
How he remembered how much he had struggled studying with the constant, thunderous sounds of fireworks, which had filled him with a sense of unease The night progresses, the wind outside grew stronger and more forceful. Sunghoon could feel the gusts of wind through the bushes, causing it to billow fiercely.
The room was just as spacious as the one you both shared, but it was in a much better condition. The other bedroom would be undergoing maintenance tomorrow due to the extensive damage caused by the glass shatters on the floor and the tears on the wall
As he finishes his regular night routine he decided to just snooze it off. He carefully adjusted the blanket to cover you up entirely as he gently moved your hair strands aside that covered your face. Planting a soft kiss in your cheek before closing the lamp
morning - ur pov
As I woke up from the rays of sun hitting my eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a hinge of headache as I stood up from the bed. I looked around, everything seemed so foreign and unfamiliar.
I raised my hand to my head and began to scratch my scalp. I let out a drawn-out yawn. Standing about two meters away from the door, I suddenly heard a faint, muffled sound. It was difficult to make out at first, but as the voice grew closer, the words became clearer.
In a black suit and his phone pressed to his ear. And there he was, standing right in front of you.  As he notices me wide awake, his expression mirrored your own shock and surprise. A deafening silence filled the room as he stared at you, unsure of what to say or do.
After a moment, he politely excused himself from the call, putting it on hold
"Good morning." I say
Sunghoon smiled and nodded in response. There was some awkward silence in the room "Well…...I think you still hate me"  Sunghoon says as he starts finding something in one of the wooden drawers beside the door.
He let out a deep sigh and looked at me with a pout as he kissed my forehead, placing both hands on my shoulders. "I'm so sorry, darling," he said, trying to explain himself. - "Things have been hectic ever since I left for my business trip, and I haven't had a chance to reach out to anyone since that day." As he spoke, he began planting hundreds of kisses on my face.
Does he think I can forgive him easily? - "I have to go work again..” "I wont leave you for another 2 weeks". he said, brushing his hand through my cheeks. "I don't want to see you angry."
I watched as he leaned in to peck my lips, a smile creeping onto his face.  He grabbed his jacket and car keys from the glass table and kissed me one last time before heading towards the door. "I love you so so much," he said with a smile as he waved goodbye against the door.
 Despite his words, I couldn't shake off the feeling of anger towards him.
I stood on the balcony, only seconds after he had left the room.I watched as he made his way to the car, his jacket draped over his left arm and car keys in his right hand. Just before he got into the car, his gaze locked onto mine. "I promise I'll make it up to you," he shouted over the distance, blowing me a kiss. - - -
During that day, he went back to the house a with shopping bags intended to be  as an apology gift
He squats to my level as he laces my hand with his 
" I want to apologize... "
" I want to apologize for not being there for you throughout your struggles.. Two weeks may seem like a short period of time, but it could have been an eternity for you. 
My absence may have caused you some type of agony???, I am truly sorry. I hope that you can forgive me"
As he finished speaking, he looked into the my eyes and kissed my hand.
I stared back at him for a while, trying to see whether he was truly remorseful. After a moment of silence, I cling closer to him without saying a word. He pats my back.
“The night before your business trip” “You still remember it. Right?”  I say
He sighs  “What were you scared of?”  “I couldn’t seem to ponder it the whole conversation”
“Yeah. Forget about that” shrugging it off
why? just why did I feel like I had to be on guard on everything? 
Latter that evening I received a message notification 
message:
Don’t you wanna let him know about it?  You can’t hide it forever. 
" Hoon, Did you get any certain messages or emails today? " I say as he happened to enter the room 
Of course 
Did you happen to see it?
"Just event invitations and messages from Cass and my mom.  What about it?" as he looks into the wooden drawers.
Nothing. I sighed in relief
At this moment, it doesn't seem appropriate for him or even everyone to be informed about it. It is likely that he will discover it in due course??, but currently, I feel like the timing isn't right. I'll just hide it?
I don't know.
to be continued
authors note (DONT COME FOR ME YALL :) )
Hi there! I just wanted to address something with you guys....
I know that some of you might be wondering why did it take me so long to post the part 2 of CRA , and I wanted to clarify that it's not because I'm slacking off or anything like that. In fact, I'm really busy at the moment with other things going on in my life. I just wanted to let you know that even though it might take me a bit longer to post this series from time to time, that doesn't mean that I'm going to stop altogether or that I won't be back. I appreciate your support and understanding during this busy period, and I hope to be able to share more with you soon!
83 notes · View notes
mattphobiia · 1 month
Text
STREAMER.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
i finally prepare the last touches before clicking start to begin my stream, sitting back into my chair as i watch the viewers increase as the minutes pass by and my chat begins to get active.
"hey chat! how are we all feeling today?" i say as i begin to set up my screen so all the viewers can see. i look over for a minute to see what everyone was talking about only to see my chat spamming that i was wearing "fresh love" which started to confuse me.
"guys, why are you bringing up my outfit?" i laugh awkwardly as i click at the mouse selecting the game folders. "my best friend got it for me so i don't know what you are all talking about."
"anyways, i've opened all my games so spam my chat with whatever you want to see me play!" i cough, trying to distract the viewers as they all begin to change the topic.
"for fucks sake, all i'm seeing in the chat are all the horror games." i sigh in annoyance. "do you all want me to have a heart attack?"
i hesitantly click to the most suggested when in the corner of my eye i see my chat spamming even crazier than before. i scan through the comments to see many people saying some guy called chris had joined.
"chat who is chris?" i ask curiously as i pause to look at my stream. "chris sturniolo?" i quickly got out your phone to search for his instagram when a verified user came up and turns out i was wearing his merch brand, fresh love.
"oh, damn. hes a big creator!" i gasp, looking through his account as i turn my phone to the stream. "well, hey chris if you're still here!"
i turn my attention back to the game as i engage properly while my heart raced with nerves until the sound effect of someone subscribing made me jump, along with a donation.
chrissturniolo subscribed!
chrissturniolo donated $100!
"holy shit, you scared the fuck out of me!" i scream, jolting backwards and nearly falling from my chair as i place my hand on my chest to feel my heart pounding. "thanks for the $100 and sub chris sturniolo."
Tumblr media
i had been streaming for over two hours now, and this chris guy had been donating a couple hundred dollars numerous times just to talk to me directly and my chat was going absolutely crazy over him. i honestly didn't see the hype until i got the idea from someone in the chat to check out their youtube channel, and something about that sparked my interest.
"chat.... i have a surprise for you all!" i say excitedly. "ive seen many comments begging for me to react to the sturniolo's videos so... that's what i'll be doing for the next hour!"
a couple minutes before i searched up their channel, i received another donation from chris, but was that a surprise?
chrissturniolo donated $1,000!
"chris! holy shit dude!" i yell excitedly, nearly beginning to cry as i get up from my chair to get out of the camera frame. "i can't believe this... thank you so much!" i say while the tears of happiness slowly seeped from my eyes. i slowly sat back down as i wipe my eyes before looking at the chat, realising he had left a message underneath the previous donation and i read it out loud.
"thanks for the support, treat yourself princess- princess?!" my eyes widen as i lean closer to the screen, almost in denial. "damn chrissy, thanks!"
i click onto their channel as i select one of their most recent car videos, almost gasping for air once i saw what they actually look like.
"chat is it just me or is chris really attractive?" i question, slightly smirking predicting the reaction of everyone, knowing they would act feral. "oh, thanks for the $5 donation chris!"
chrissturniolo: 😳😳 whats the instagram???
i read out his comment as i pull up another tab to open instagram, showing off my secret account that not even my own supporters had as i continue to speak.
"this is the spam account, but i consider it my main since i don't actually use the other one. as you can tell, i definitely post myself in some... questionable clothing choices!"
immediately on screen, chris's notification popped up saying that he followed me, along with many others where he was liking my posts.
"well, the whole stream saw your notifications chrissy. anyways, back to reacting." i say, giggling to myself as i saw through my peripheral vision that the chat had began to speed up rapidly.
Tumblr media
"well that was a fun time! i dont know why i havent watched them sooner, but ill be getting off now to rest. chris, ill talk to you later. bye everyone!" i finally say, giving a wink to the camera for chris as i end the stream, falling back into my chair as i let out a sigh.
well, that was a very unexpected surprise to my stream. my thoughts suddenly get interrupted when i notice chris had sent me a private message.
Tumblr media
chris: hope you enjoy all that money i gave😉
you: i definitely will, you live in la/boston right?
chris: yesss, i live in la but usually go to boston to visit parents
you: thats cute
you: would you ever want to meet up?
chris: i'll do anything for a girl like you🥴
you: 🫣🫣🫣
Tumblr media
MASTERLIST
a/n : this is not proof read and i also started off in second person perspective (you,your,etc.) so im sorry if that is still there🥲 im also having a bit of writers block atm but im trying to write more! thank you for all the support tho:)
60 notes · View notes
anime-grimmy-art · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
It’s this time of the year again, folks. Time to wrap up the art Ive made in the last 12 months in another Year in Review! I’ve noticed that this is my fifth Year in Review in a row, so I’ll be making an extra post looking back on the progress in those last 5 years!
I've got a lot to say about this year, but purely art wise, I've gone all when it comes to comics, damn! I've kinda found a format that is messy, and therefore more time efficient, yet still looks good. I even made 2 animatics and lotsa shorts/reels! All that on top of opening coms twice, and, oh yeah, MAKING A WHOLE ASS 4MIN ANIMATION ON MY OWN.
How is my hand still alive.
2023 has been….interesting, to say the least. The first half year I was working on my thesis project, aka making an animated short all on my own (in the art department), which makes it honestly surprising how much I managed to churn out between animating. Trigun rly did have me in a choke hold.
Summer was a bit more spotty, esp. with me not being able to draw anything during August as I was writing my thesis (and doing commissions). And towards the end of the year, Kingdom Hearts tried to save me, but alas, Genshin Impact has finally sunk its teeth into me and dragged me to the bottom of the rabbit hole. It all started with me watching a story summary and lore videos while I was sick after my thesis and I was too intrigued to not dig deeper and well, first I fell in love with Kaeya and then the ships started dropping in left and right.
I’m not gonna lie, the last few months have been weird. I finished my masters in October, and have been on job hunt since, sadly without success so far. I’m existing in this weird limbo of still not grasping I’m not a student anymore after 18 years in education, not really being able to accept I’m an adult, yet desperately trying to find something so I can make a routine, cos rn Im too scared to build a rhythm as I know I’ll have a so much harder time readjusting again. It’s left me in a weird emotional state, where most of the time I feel fine, but when it counts, there’s just, nothing. No joy at getting my diploma, no anticipation to finally go to a convention again, neither any sadness hearing my grandfather died. It frustrates me that it extends to my art as well, there’s excitement over ideas and concepts, but no motivation to pick up the pencil, which makes me either not finish art at all or making so many shortcuts and just ending up with sth not satisfactory to me since it’s not the idea I sought after.
Tho, not everything is doom and gloom. I DID finish a whole ass short animation and got my masters degree, that IS sth to be proud of. Also, while Im struggling at drawing, I’ve also kinda started integrating my shortcuts into my style and some stuff I’ve thrown together actually turns out real good nowadays. Also, and this might be a bit of a weird one, I’m so fucking happy to know I can still enjoy gay ships. I’ve been a bit uncertain over the last few years because when I was around 16-18, I had a real big yaoi phase, which mostly came from the fact so much stuff came out that tickled my brain in the right way (Free, Haikyuu, etc.). But over the years, my enthusiasm died down, and I even started to resent some ships because it’s all some fandoms produced. I often found myself liking a hetero ship more than the popular gay ship, which really made me not wanna stick around because I did not care for most fanart and you can only go through a tag with art you don’t care about so long before you lose interest. I think in retrospect that it rly had nothing to do with the ships being gay ships but rather cos the fans just shoved it in your face when you didn’t care (and shipping culture nowadays also can get real scary). But I’m so happy to see I can still get obsessed with a ship and it’s all thanks to Haikaveh/Kavetham. It really just needed the right flavour for me to dig in again. And oh my god, I FINALLY like a ship with a SHIT TON of art and fanfictions, no more scrounging the crumbs from the bottom of the barrel. 
Anyways, enough lamenting. Here’s to hoping I can bite my tongue and get shit started properly in 2024, and that my brainrots may make me obsessed enough to churn out an obscene amount of fanart again.
80 notes · View notes
intoanotherworld23 · 11 months
Text
Love On Camera IV
Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans
Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mild smut in this chapter there’s dirty talk, and lots of dry humping and thoughts of sex
Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans
✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish it as your own or I will have you reported✨
Part 3 Part 5
Tumblr media
Scrambling around in the kitchen as you tried to prepare a nice meal for you and Chris. Extremely nervous to have him over, and to think this was somewhat of a date.
Making sure your makeup and hair looked good enough for him. Wanting nothing more to impress this man, and make him fall head over heels for you. Although that seemed like a dream you still couldn't help but hope for a romance to blossom.
Stirring the chicken around in the sauce before placing them on a big plate. Shuffling the rice as you sprinkled some spices on top of it. The aroma of the different scents hitting your nose making your mouth water.
Just then a knock came from the front door making you jump. Straightening your outfit out which was extremely casual and comfy since the two of you weren't actually going anywhere.
Opening the door to see Chris's smiling face as he wore a white knit sweater, and dark blue jeans. His hair perfectly slicked back making you want to run your fingers through it. It was crazy how hot this man could be easily make you.
"Welcome." You greeted as you opened the door wider indicating for him to walk inside. "Perfect timing the food is ready."
"Smells amazing." He complimented as he sniffed around the kitchen. "Turn on for me when a woman can cook."
"Thanks to all those cooking shows I watched." Scooping up the rice and putting it on each of your plates.
Once you had the plates smothered with food you placed them on either side of the table. Chris took his spot licking his lips as he looked at all the food in front of him.
"Would you like something to drink?" Asking he you opened up the cabinet to your liquor bottles.
"I'll take some red wine if you have it." Grabbing a bottle you filled a glass for him and yourself. "Thanks."
As the two of you sat in peace eating your meal you started to feel a sense of calm. Nothing felt awkward or uncomfortable. Things felt right between the two of you like this is how it was meant to be.
Making small talk in between mouthfuls of food. Cracking up a couple of jokes making you laugh trying not to spray wine across the table. It was obvious he felt comfortable being around you.
A part of you was hoping after tonight this would become a daily thing. That he would want to start seeing you outside of work more. Or that the two of you would quit the adult film industry, and pursue another way to make money.
"The food was absolutely delicious." He spoke after he placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I'll have to come over more often."
"I would absolutely love that." Sounding a little more excited than you intended. "I mean sounds wonderful."
"Are you okay?" He asked out of blue knowing he was referring to earlier. "I mean after your session with Johnny."
"Yeah I'm okay." Nodding your head as you looked down at your hands in your lap. "I'm not used to stuff like that, but I'm really okay."
"Good because you and I are going to really start drinking." He clapped his hands together as he walked over to your liquor cabinet.
Grabbing a bottle of tequila as he walked over to you with a mischievous grin. Sheepishly smiling back at him as your mind was starting to race. Surely this night was going to end in something happening between you two.
"Cheers." Clinking your shot glasses together before he downed the liquid. He made it look so easy.
Quickly downing yours feeling the burn running down your throat. Scrunching you're face up making him chuckle at you. You were never one to handle your liquor that well.
He was quick to pouring another one and this time you took it at the same time he did. His eyes were glued to yours the whole time making you feel a little flustered. Your cheeks felt enflamed right now from his intense stares.
"Let's play a game." He spoke after you both downed your fourth shot you glanced over to him. Shrugging his shoulders at the suggestion. "Could be a way for us to get to know each other."
"Why the fuck not." You don't if that was more of a question or statement. "What game did you have in mind?"
"How about twenty questions?" He suggested and you thought to yourself that was a simple and harmless game.
"Yeah sure." He beamed when you approved of the game. "How do you play again?"
"I'll ask you a question and then you ask me a question." That seemed simple enough. "But if you refuse to answer a question you have to take a shot."
You knew this wasn't going to be a simple game. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda behind everything. Maybe he really did just want to get to know you or see what kind of person you were. Knowing him so far things were going to become dirty.
Hearing the rules you downed your fifth shot of the night. The buzz was already taking in affect, and he could tell. He just laughed at how much of a risk taker you were trying to be right now. All you wanted was fun tonight, and he was going to give that to you.
"I'll go first." He stated and you just nodded sitting back nervous as hell. "What's your favorite color?"
"Uh it's Y/F/C." His question threw you off you expected him to go with something dirty. "What's your favorite animal?"
"Wolf." That answer didn't surprise you what so ever." What's your favorite movie?"
"Y/F/M." These questions were easier than you expected them to be." What's your favorite movie?"
"Lady and the tramp." You looked at him like he had grown two heads and started to laugh. You never expected that to be his answer.
"Really?" It really did come as a surprise that such a heart felt movie could possibly be his favorite.
"Shut up I like Disney movies." This time he started to laugh with you. He playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder.
"Wow how manly of you." Puffing out your chest and striking arm poses like a body builder. He just shook his head at you to which you stopped laughing. "I promise I won't say anything scouts honor."
"Alright you little shit let's keep playing." He downed a quick shot. "What's your favorite hobby?"
"I like to read." Feeling embarrassed by your answer but he seemed to like it since he smiled. "If you could live anywhere where would it be?"
"I would have to say Paris. The most beautiful city in the world." That sounded absolutely romantic and you weren't expecting that. "Do you masturbate?"
If your cheeks weren't on fire before they were now. He just sat there with a smug grin on his face. He had you right where he wanted you. This is was the game he actually wanted to play with you. Otherwise how could these questions go from innocent to dirty.
You really shouldn't be shy when he asked this question. The two of you fucked people for a living in front of multiple people. If anything you would have no hesitation to answer these type of questions.
He was staring at you so intensely right now you just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. You were kind of drunk right now, and somewhat turned on by his question.
"Yeah I do." You answered honestly thanks to the five shots that were now hitting you. "Do you use handcuffs?"
"Yes I do." He winked at you making you take another shot. The room was getting hotter all of a sudden. "Do you like to be spanked?"
"No." He looked shocked at your response making you look down at your now clammy hands. "I mean yeah I do."
"I could always spank you." He remarked making your eyes go wide making him laugh. "Don't worry I won't do that to you."
Not understanding why suddenly you were cowering in a shell around him. It was something about him that had you feeling shy and innocent. You wanted to impress and attract him so he would want you back.
"I mean unless you really want me to?" He started to lift his hips up like he was about to approach you making you gulp.
"No I'm good." You answered rather quickly making him smirk at how he got to you.
It seemed like the room was getting smaller and smaller. The longer you looked at him the more you started to realize just how beautiful this man really was. He had such soft looking skin with a little bit of scruff across his chin.
His eyes were like a light blue with a hint of green. It reminded you very much of the ocean. Eye lashes so thick he could blow you away with them. Small freckles sprinkled across his face giving him more of an innocent and sweet appearance.
Chris coughed breaking you from your trance of staring at him like a weirdo. Looking away from him wanting to avoid the judgement he probably had across his face of you basically checking him out.
"Okay my turn what's your favorite position?" You wanted to cover your face but frayed from doing that.
"When a girl is riding me cow girl." That had your heart beating faster, and you clenching your thighs together. All you could picture was doing that with him.
"Are you picturing doing that with me right now?" A huge smirk across his face as he was looking into your eyes.
"Yes." Slapping a hand over your mouth with how quickly you answered that. You just wanted to get the attention off of you as soon as possible. "Do you watch porn?"
Instead of answering the question Chris reached across grabbing you pulling you onto his lap making you squeal. Your hands landed on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Legs on either side of his, and your chest practically in his face.
Both of you staring into each other's eyes, and there was clear sexual tension between you two. His hands on your hips that started to make your body move against his. Taking the hint that he wanted you to start grinding against him.
"Don't get shy on me now Y/N." He shook his head at you teasingly with a smile. "Show me what a vixen you really are."
Slowly moving your hips against him feeling him harden beneath you. His eyes were glazed over and all you could see was hunger and lust. Your panties were starting to become wet with desire. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit making you moan.
"Yes baby moan for me." He groaned in your ear as his hands squeezed the skin on your hips. He was probably trying to control himself, and not completely take over scaring you.
Although you would have no problem with him taking over you completely. Your insides clenching at the thought of riding his cock right now. Feeling him slam his hips up into you hitting your pelvis.
This felt like such an intimate moment right now. Something that a couple would be doing to keep that spice in their relationship. It felt like you two were the only people in this world, and nothing was coming between you two.
"The things I wanna do to you." He growled he watched your hips moving against his lap. "To have you all night."
"Begging for my cock until your in tears." The thought of crying just for his cock had you whimpering.
Feeling the liquor completely take over your body you started to really grind against him. Pressing down harder on his crotch so it was his turn to moan this time. Leaning his head against your shoulder the faster you started to hump him.
"Oh god." You moaned when the pressure of your clothes and his jeans pressing against your clit made your lower stomach tingle.
"I want you to cum at the thought of my cock going inside your pussy." His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Just feel me baby."
His words encouraging you a lot more than you were expecting them to. Between his hands, his dirty words being whispered into your ear, and his extremely hard cock pressed against your crotch you were probably going to cum sooner than you thought.
Your hips moving in a way almost as if you were really fucking him. Both of your moans filling the room making it echo. Thank god you didn't have any roommates or else this would have been incredibly awkward.
"Bet your pussy is soaked for me." Feeling a shudder rack his body at the thought of feeling you in this moment. "Tight little pussy sucking me in."
His lips attaching themselves to your neck sucking on the flesh lightly. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. He was probably leaving his mark.
"Just like that sweetheart." Feeling his hands gripping your hips tightly surely leaving a bruise. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."
"I know you're getting closer sweetheart." He mumbled against your neck. Sweat forming on his forehead, and on the back of your neck.
"I want to feel your cock." You have no idea where this horny girl came from, but you surely were enjoying her.
You were never the type of woman to become this horny. It was different being horny for work, but to be this way in real life was a whole new person. Intimacy was not something you were used to. It was rough sex you were used to.
"I know baby next time right now you need to focus on you." Hearing that encouraged you to move faster.
You probably looked like a mad woman the way you were moving on top of him. Grinding your body against his like an animal in heat. Rushing to reach your release and using his body to get to it. Neither of you cared though since you were both feeling good at this moment.
It felt like you were living in a fantasy right now. Grinding heavily on top of a man that was way too attractive for you. Maybe it was the liquor and it was just making you two horny. Or maybe it was true feelings that were coming to light.
Either way all you could do was bask in the moment right now. Having been a long time since anyone has touched you like this. It felt nice to be touched like this, and it felt nice to be wanted and feel attractive.
At one point you were just straight up teasing him. You would slow your movements then by lifting your hips up and slamming down on his crotch making him growl. He gave you a couple spanks on your ass cheeks making you squeal.
"Watch it darling." Making you look into his eyes giving you a warning. "I will bend you over my lap and slap that ass till you feel it into next week."
By the look on his face you knew he wasn't joking, and you could tell he wanted you to try and do it again and test him. The thought of bending you over his lap got him all excited again.
He did seem like the type of guy who loved to punish his girl by spanking her, and than rubbing her cheeks soothingly with ointment. Everything about him scream physical touch and affection. Like he wanted rough sex, but then he would spoil you after.
Breathing heavily on the top of his head as you felt that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. Your head falling back the closer to your orgasm you were getting. Chris was close to when you felt his cock twitch under neath his pants.
"Cum for me sweetheart." That was all it took for you pushing hard down on him your sensitive clit becoming over loaded. Your release hitting you hard and fast.
Both of you moaning and groaning at the fact you just came in your shorts from dry humping him. Leaving your head down so your face was pressed against his shoulder. His hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, and you were still coming down from your orgasm.
You just sat on his lap feeling yourself becoming tired from what just took place. Still breathing heavily the amount of alcohol you consumed in a short amount of time was not helping either.
In this moment alcohol or not you really could stay in Chris's arms forever. It was just something about him that you couldn't wrap your mind around. You wanted to be around him all the time.
You just couldn't believe all that happened. Feeling your sensations heightened, and you just wanted more of him. Just praying and hoping that nobody ever found out ,and that it wouldn't come between your work and friendship.
"We should get you to bed." You just nodded your head already feeling your eyes closing.
Instead of lifting you off of him he somehow moved yours and his body so he was still holding you when he stood up. Carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. It was the most sweetest most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.
Placing you under the covers then pulling them up towards your neck making sure you were comfortable. He gave you a peck on the forehead making you shut your eyes with a smile.
"Stay." You whispered when he started to walk away.
Looking and sounding like a lost puppy dog. You probably looked pathetic to him, but you didn't want to be left alone right now. Plus all you wanted was for Chris to hold you in his arms all night.
"Alright lady but just for tonight." He referenced to the lady and tramp scene making you snicker.
Pulling his jeans down but leaving his boxers on so he could get comfortable. Then pulling the covers back so he could get into bed. Thinking that he was going to stay away, but surprising you when he pulled your body flush against his so you were spooning with him.
His strong arms wrapped around your body keeping you close and warm. Snuggling his face into your shoulder leaving light kisses against the skin. Your heart was practically swooning and how cute he was being with you right now.
"Good night beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before you felt the slumber or darkness consume your body.
380 notes · View notes
dapperrokyuu · 4 months
Note
Alright now that I’ve seen the end Slay the Princess, who’s your favorite princess?
Ill do you even better and give you my top 5/the ones Id love to get if I played the game, just to see their sequences in the end and how itd reflect on that version of the player (literally made a list for fun just before you sent this ask, hehe).
Admittedly, a lot of this is informed by aesthetic and then enjoyment of their routes because I came into (watching Manlybadasshero play) the game after some fandom osmosis–thus, understanding I wouldnt have all my thoughts together within one playthrough. So I cant say Ive devoted my satisfactory amount of attention to speak on the princesses’ narrative presence... But I did rewatch their routes and “Thoughts on this vessel?” sections a bit to formulate a stronger opinion. Here we go...! (Buckle in, fellas, haha ha h a…)
1. Adversary/Eye of the Needle
The Adversary and the Eye of the Needle are very hand in hand imo, and I love the progression into a dragon-like appearance for the latter, especially in combination with the cabin becoming akin to a dragon’s den. This (combination of) routes stands out the most to me (as far as Manly has played) because I personally feel its the one where the princess is the most active and engaged. Whether its being beaten to death or running for one’s life, the route was very exciting for me! And it was intriguing how the princess and player felt the most on equal ground because they are both intent on pursuing some objective. Its just that in this case–and this is how this princess exceeds and is an overwhelming presence compared to the player–the princess is set on a choice they dont care to deny and the player is a creature of the habit called “deliberation,” as narrator aside, in-universe reasons aside, the very structure of Slay the Princess has taught you to constantly pause and consider your choices.
It contributes to the tone of the routes so well! Even if you can sit forever in the Outside World, the game progresses like a split second decision and/or that any time given to you is at the princess’s turbulent discretion. In a game where your choices tend to matter most (which, frankly, they do, its kind of the whole point, but you may not know that your choices are what caused this situation yet, lol), the princess seeming to supercede you and the narrative and the concept of death is!!! Powerful and quite something, lol. And poignant, considering *gestures vaguely but particularly at the Narrator*.
Otherwise, I love how theres apparently many more and amusing divergences in this route (that Manly did not showcase) and the ending is pretty cathartic. And to keep this a bit short, yadda yadda, dragon dens is where they store and protect their treasure and in this case, the treasure is fighting you, yadda yadda, as the vessel of growth, the princess’s embracing of the cycle of violence between you two is her latching onto the only avenue of growth she can perceive (as opposed to escaping–since you didnt offer that option prior–and dying since thats tend to be the stop to the concept of growth), yadda yadda- 
2. Spectre
This princess’s voicework is probably my favorite! The whispering under the regular voice acting is just really neat, doing a great job setting a tone of something delicate, chilling, and unnerving. The princess’s design shifts between cute and scary very well too! Her personality is probably my fave overall; while her “thoughts on this vessel?” section highlights her embodying kindness and understanding, they only exist to an extent that is fair. Which is, well. Fair. And I think it extra emphasizes the understanding aspect, with how the princess is aware of her circumstances and the injustices that have occurred yet is willing to let bygones be bygones. Shes coy, sincere, and pragmatically deadly, which is a full spectrum of delight for me!
The moment that really gets me regarding her character is when you say youre gonna leave her. Other decisions lead you to working together or demonstrating you have no intention to with some form of violence–both resulting in the Spectre just responding fairly. But the “leave” option truly shows that the Spectre doesnt/never intends to act out in malice, since Spectre responds out of desperation to avoid perpetual loneliness, pain, and emptiness. Theres an aspect of “fairness” here too (youre abandoning and hurting her more after having murdered her), but the choice comes after a breakdown and deliberation as opposed to an immediate retaliation. Even then, Spectre laments that she didnt want things to be this way but youve made her worse. Other stand out moments are when Spectre goes, “Youre funny when youre confused. But I didnt give you permission to touch me,” and the player’s moment of patheticness, lol. 
This route really hints onto the meta aspects of Slay the Princess too, which is neat! The whole “want to end the world” convo, Spectre just wanting to go home, reality being what is in front of us vs. static truth/objectivity, whether destruction being one thing leading into another vs. the same thing reborn, glass on the floor, and the narrator being like Spectre as a memory of a person…I dont have much to say here currently–still need to ponder, itd be a whole other conversation, Im a bit tired, lol–but its tons of food for thought that I enjoy! Yay, Spectre!
3. Prisoner
Fun fact: this is a rewriting of the extreme word vomit that was me lamenting over how I was kind of confused about the Prisoner but chose her for the sake of a 5th (note the placing change) and then discovering the absolute genius she is!!! Basically, my only exposure to the Prisoner I had was Manly’s recent playthrough, which contained (what Ill call) the Chained Together variation and didnt even have her “thoughts on this vessel?” section due to the game going into the final sequence immediately after. The Prisoner’s section in that final sequence befuddled me because I couldnt connect much other than a theme of “inevitable change,” and even when I dug up the Prisoner’s “thoughts on this vessel?” elsewhere, I couldnt put it all together…until I watched (what Ill call) the Head Trophy variation in the middle of my initial writeup.
Regarding what I enjoyed prior to recognizing genius, I really enjoyed how the Prisoner conducted herself–her curtness and resignation was very unique. Her form was created as a result of the player cutting off her arm, instilling a matter of fact-ness to her that allows her to slit the player’s throat later (got this from the Wiki, Manly didnt show this part). Upon waking up once again chained and chained even more, I interpreted the cleverness aspect from the Prisoner’s “thoughts on this vessel?” section as being able to come to terms with her situation, play along, and bid her time in hopes that her patience (that she emphasizes) would eventually reward her. After all, the Prisoner was willing to pretend she and the player met for the first time until the player prompts otherwise, even saying they dropped “playing the game”--very meta of her! Thus, I interpreted the Prisoner as the princess completely embodying/accepting her role in the game; she couldnt leave when she defied her role last time, so she was fine continuing to wait this time. As a character who realized they were a character and systematically changed their behavior to attempt a new avenue of escape, I thought that was the extent of the Prisoner’s cleverness and was satisfied…enough.
AND I WAS WRONG. DELIGHTFULLY WRONG. I assumed the Prisoner was completely fine with her potentially only means of escape becoming not one, since she didnt seem upset or disappointed. Which was frankly incorrect, as her rude curtness is a result of her being miffed with you. Why? Because her cleverness actually alludes to the fact she had a plan for escape the entire time, and you utterly fucked it up! Which, tbf, she shouldve shown more reaction than curiosity to dissuade the player, but I digress- During the Head Trophy variation, you realize that the Prisoner had a plan this entire time to deceive the Narrator and she succeeds so well because she also got me and got the player. How often do I get got? It was amazing! From the stare as the Prisoner takes the knife away from the player, to the smile before That All Happens, to the wink as it occurs and after, it may speak to an underestimation thats set up due to the Prisoner’s appearance and behavior, but reflecting on all the signs that She Planned This dismantles that perception and reaffirms that the Prisoner is a person with depth beyond what you expect from her and those in her role. As I viewed the Prisoner as a caricature of the princess’s role in the first place (the whole point is that the Prisoner is exactly like the princess in appearance except the chained/locked up aspect is exaggerated), this route is so striking for me with its interrogation of victimhood, how victims are treated/viewed, and how that may be unintentionally stripped of their personhood and reduced (into a caricature of solely “a victim”). The Prisoner puts it quite nicely when the player attacks and she “suddenly” has a ton of fight in her, stating, “Im not a damsel to be helplessly murdered!” …Im not sure if I put it into words the best, but I hope this is understandable. To top off the topic of Prisoner’s cleverness, its a neat detail (I dont know if this is intentional) that the Prisoner does the opposite of what her prior princess form did: the player cut her arm to free her last time, she cut herself out this time and the player “died” the last time, she “died” this time. Beyond recognizing there was a Narrator beyond them she should fool, the Prisoner also reasoned that since having the player kill her is likely not favorable, dying by her own hand might just be fine! The Head Trophy variation is just more poignant when you note that her “thoughts on this vessel?” section talks about how the Prisoner protected herself when others could not but for her plan to work, she has to put complete faith in another.
As 1000% better the Head Trophy variation is in the Prisoner’s route, I do have a soft spot for the Chained Together variation since, from both the Prisoner and the Narrator’s perspective, it must be a hilarious emotional rollercoaster. The Prisoner’s plan failed and shes now stuck with the loser who made it so…for potentially forever! The Narrator probably oscillates between an uneasy concession that while both gods are not dead, they are locked up forever and an utter dread that things may fall apart at any time and thus, the world is practically doomed with no way to change that. The Prisoner doesnt have to decapitate herself, which makes her freedom extra cathartic in the relief she likely felt and didnt expect…and also extra sad in how she found it was nothing but cold and is quickly taken away. Theres also something to be said about how the player joins the princess in her perspective by chaining himself up and that they both inform each other’s perspective, leading to their escape together: (1) since the princess isnt starving to death, the player also doesnt, which is a surprise to the Voices and (2) the player showing up again signaled that change is indeed possible to the princess, perhaps causing the ability for the world to erode around them. Maybe the latter is the Voices informing the player, causing the change…? But I like to think its the initial thought since the cabin could and shouldve have eroded prior to the player’s arrival, assuming the Prisoner understands the concept of erosion…which, I assume she does- Anyways, the route is as emotional as it is kind of wacky, which is up my alley!
4. Witch
This princess is the one I enjoy the most aesthetically. Im a sucker for both witches and cats, what can I say? The allusion to the fable The Scorpion and the Frog really tickles me, and ultimately, whatever decisions made in this chapter are some form of hilarious. Whether we’re both dying on the floor with broken backs or handing a blade to someone who immediately stabs you, its great. I do enjoy the progression into the Thorn chapter, especially with the immediate regret from the Witch and the following reconciliation in Thorn’s chapter, but Thorn is not as funny and aesthetically pleasing as Witch princess for me, which is why she is not here, haha.
Her “Thoughts on this vessel?” section adds a lot of depth to her, since the way the Witch presents herself is very superficial and guarded. Particularly the statement about the Witch making for a “righteous” heart, in combination with her ability to just slip out of her chains. She couldve freed herself at any time, but chose to stay and confront you. Which I feel speaks to the bitterness aspect, as the Witch feels its only “right” to pursue an answer to her pain–whether it be the player’s penance or punishment. The game’s thoughts on bitterness are made even more poignant when you realize the Witch’s ends are either death (hers and/or yours) or a transformation into another state.
5. Tower
This route is just incredibly cool in how she takes over the narrator and the little divergences of the narration’s phrasing to be in her perspective in the voiceover. The progression into that route was amusing for me to think about because I think the shift of perspective that transforms the princess boils down to either “the princess had the might of a god to have defeated you,” “your sudden stop during the fight was a blessing from god to the princess,” and/or “your sudden stop was because your recognized the value of the princess’s life as larger than your own (‘larger than life,’ referring to her bigger form as the Tower and godhood itself).” The Tower calling you disappointing is funny, but what also sticks out is how she said she wanted company before turning into the Tower. Even as the Tower with the ability to just free herself, she chose to wait for you because thats what she wanted, and I think that plays on the relational idea of “What is a god without a believer?” since she’s willing to have the player as a priest or pet, lol.
How this route differs from the Adversary route is interesting, as the Tower is indeed also an overwhelming presence whose decisions matter more than yours not because her single minded relentless pursuit of it but because of the power to overwrite yours. Its a twist on the player’s and princess’s roles until now, but instead of making them equal like in the Adversary, the roles were reversed on who decides and who is forcefully changed as a result of that decision. Of course, you cant take the ability to choose from us, as a player completely, but its about the best you can do, I imagine. And not to mention the “defiling” aspect when you slay the Tower, dragging her down from godhood to an equal (humanity?) or perhaps her original state of someone who responds to your decision as usual… I think this route connects deeply to the meta aspect of Slay the Princess, since this state is where the princess is closest to the “concept of change” and the concept of their true self as a god. It makes the “thoughts on this vessel?” section very poignant because change in itself is indeed a constantly dominant, terrifying, and arguably divine force in its inevitability.
Honorable Mention to...the Damsel!
I really like the deconstruction of her concept, but that also means I feel that liking her is completely counterintuitive to that very deconstruction, lol. Her route is very straightforward in what it does, but it kind of has to be. Meaning it does what it set out to do very well.
This took a bit and is so much more than you asked for, so thank you for your patience and acceptance. Im just bonkers and bananas, so if I have it partially done, I might as well go all the way instead of going in depth on only one, lol. It was a fun exercise in pondering deeper about the princesses and dipping my toes in the ~meta~, but I will also readily say that Im not at all nearly deep enough into Slay the Princess as a whole to be confident on my takes, so this may have just been a session of Talking Out Of My Booty. Nonetheless, I hope this was enjoyable and thank you for prompting me to think about it! The order of the princesses changed throughout this answer, and it may be fun to guess what order they were written in, lol. Id love to hear about your fave/faves if youre interested in sharing as well~! And please, have a lovely day too!!! c:
61 notes · View notes
to6ge · 7 months
Text
IV.5 aftermath of the rain ( DENIAL )
woohooo, 4.5 ❗❗
quick recap : you wanted to sleep with your headphones on in the train ride, but Gojo didn’t let that happen.
Tumblr media
You managed to successfully sleep, and Gojo also managed to take off your headphones and turned off your music playing on your phone. He was actually worried about you.
It was halfway into the train ride, till you woke up. That nap felt really good, and you enjoyed it a lot. ( most specially because Gojo made you lean onto his shoulder ) It was nearly just the two of you now. Nobody else seemed to be in the train, and it was so calming—peaceful, quiet.
“How long have I been out for?” You asked, with a tired voice. “About 30 years” he said with a grin, hoping hed convince you “No way Satoru, no way” You smiled at him back playfully.
You didnt pull away even when you woke up, your head was still resting ontop of Gojo’s shoulder. The train ride was near to its end.
It was raining really hardly, the atmosphere was so calming and relaxing, you loved this train ride. You could even sleep again if you wanted to. The sound of the rain was so calming to hear, it was dark but the signs in the train lit the train up—everything was so nice.
. — ☆ — .
You reached the nearby beach, it was dark but it was better that way. There were a bunch of stars bundling up together since it had just rained. Yet one of them stands out the most—so extraordinary, that star had shined nothing like the ones who were last adored. You immediately pointed at it to Gojo, with a big smile on your face—one that nobody had ever seen. ( except for gojo )
“Look look, that one is so pretty!” you ranted on and on about stars, and Gojo was just looking at you as if you were some kindergarten kid who was over the moon talking about their interests. ( he found it cute, he js doesnt know that ) “Were you always that into stars? You look childish when you rant about them” he teased
“Childish? Liking things are NOT childish!” you muttered. “I was just teasing, do that more” He teased you even further. “Better than hearing you complain about me,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
Gojo and you sat down comfortably by the beach, watching the waves crash onto the sand, looking at the stars and admiring the whole surrounding. It was so pretty, so very pretty.
You proceeded to video you both, and all that was left to do was just to edit it. It was around 11pm now, the moon shined brighter than ever. Nobody was there, just you and Gojo.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
( sorta time skip )
It was around 1.30 am when you came back to your dorm, you layed down on your bed as if youve never gotten sleep throughout your whole entire life.
You watched the moon outside your window as you thought about what you just did this night, it was fun and both you and Gojo shared laughter and joy.
The more you thought about him, the more scenarios you make up. You soon dosed off, a thousand different thoughts of gojo and scenarios of you and gojo ran through your mind before you slipped into sleep.
Your phone lit up the room as it buzzed, receiving a notification from Gojo. “Goodnight, thank you for today y/n. We are so gonna get 100 for this project ❗” —delivered, 2.47am Thursday, 14 september 2023
Tumblr media
TAGLIST STATUS : Open
SUMMARY : IN WHICH! You transfered to Tokyo Jujutsu highschool, where your “enemy” goes. ( Friends that loved to tease eachother & get on their nerves ) Even before you transfered, you both had a rivarly ever since you were a kid. This’ll be so bad. Atleast you though so. Then, you both decide to fake date eachother for some reason,, and you didn't think youd even fall for him—but you were wrong.
NOTE : this took me so long to make ughh. :(( I have a chinese test tomorrow!! Didnt study because I was too busy doing this ongm im so gonna fail 💔💔☹️ when i say that kindergarten thingy..HES NOT INTO KINDERGARTEN KIDS OKAY pls dont misunderstand
prev || mlist || next
60 notes · View notes
Note
#32
hiyaa! ive sent in requests to so many accs but no ones replied idk wether they are busy or not but anyways, i was wondering if you could do a #32 where y/n and eddie have secretly liked eachother for years but eddie always annoys y/n by flirting with her even though gareth is her brother. one day corroded coffin are practicing in y/ns garage whilst shes watching tv eddie comes in and start’s annoying her and flirts a little saying “y’know you love it” and all that shii. she starts to get angry and tells him to stop cuz its not fair on gareth if anything happened and but eddie being eddie just keeps pushing until eventually they kiss. gareth can walk in on them if you would like to add that i dont mind :) sorry if it was a rubbish explanation im terrible at writing stuff lol. thank you 💗
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gareth sister!Reader
Prompt: "How mad would you be if I kissed you?"
A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so so much for this super fun request! I had a blast writing this! I think it's made me want to explore more sibling!reader x Eddie fics! I really hope that this came out the way you wanted and that you like it as much as I do! Thank you so much!
Tumblr media
You were sitting sideways out of your open driver's side door reading a book as your Iron Maiden cassette played loudly out of your car's speakers. You sighed as you checked your watch and tapped your foot in annoyance. They were late again. 
You’re Gareth’s older sister, you had graduated 2 years ago but you helped out by picking up him and some of his friends from school everyday after your shifts at work. Today was Hellfire night so you knew it was a late night, but they should have been out 15 minutes ago. You sighed again. Gareth would owe you big if he made you wait any longer, you were doing him a favor after all. You’d make him do your chores for the rest of the week if he didn’t show up in the next 5 minutes and just the thought brought a small smile to your face.
“A beautiful smile on a beautiful girl.” You heard from right in front of you. You jumped and let out a startled gasp at the noise, causing the person to laugh. You looked up and found Eddie Munson. 
Your heart was thundering in your chest, you’d be lying if you said that it was just from the surprise. You had harbored a crush on Eddie ever since the 8th grade, having been in the same class with him since kindergarten. But the two of you had run in different circles and you never thought he would be interested in you. Hell, he had barely even started talking to you until Gareth joined his D&D campaign as a freshman. 
You had no idea though, that Eddie had been too nervous to talk to you until the day you walked into the drama room to pick up your little brother that first time. He had thought you were beautiful and way too smart for him and never thought he’d get a reason to speak to you, all until Gareth. Now he made it a point to talk to you any chance that he could. After school when you picked up your brother, at your job at the record shop, at your house during Corroded Coffin practices.  He made it his goal every time. 
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart.” He chuckled, dimples on full display. 
“It’s okay, Munson.” You said with a small smile. “Where’s my loser of a brother?” You asked, noticing the other boys we suspiciously absent. 
“He had to get something from his locker and Jeff went with him.” Eddie responded, “But how’s the prettiest girl in Hawkin’s doing?” He flirted, you rolled your eyes as you tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at his words. Eddie was a notorious flirt. You wanted to flirt back. But he’s Gareth’s friend and bandmate, you couldn’t do that to him. What if you dated and broke up, and made it uncomfortable for your brother to even have band practice? No you couldn’t do that to him. So you brushed Eddie off every time.
“I don’t know, you should go find her and ask.” You shot back, looking from him back to your book. You heard him tut at your response.
“Come on sweetheart. You know I mean you. When are you gonna let me take you out?” He asked. You looked up at that, that was new. Normally he just flirted, maybe joked about kissing you. But never actually asking you out. 
You felt your mouth drop open slightly in surprise, much to Eddie’s amusement. “You know we can’t do that Eddie.” You said simply, gesturing your head towards Gareth as he finally walked out of the school towards your car. 
Eddie looked over his shoulder and smiled, “Come on, he won’t mind.” He said as he turned back. 
“You don’t know that. We just can’t Eddie.” You sighed. “Hurry up Gareth or I’ll make you do my chores for the rest of the week!” You called, pulling yourself back into the car fully and closing the door. “See you around Eddie.” You said through the open window. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.” He smiled, undeterred. 
“See you for practice tomorrow Eddie, good game!” Gareth said as he walked up and opened the passenger door to your car. 
“See you all then.” Eddie said with a knowing smile as he backed away from your car, sending you a little wave before putting his hands in his pockets and walking towards his van. 
~~~
It was the next afternoon, you had just finished your chores for the weekend and decided to watch a movie in the living room while your parents were out and the boys were practicing in the garage. 
They had been going for hours and currently it sounded like Gareth and Jeff were going over a section of the song together, trying to tighten their parts. The door to the garage opened in the kitchen and you turned to look at who it was, sighing when you saw Eddie. He smiled brightly at you as he closed the door and sauntered over, plopping down on the couch right next to you and placing his arm on the couch behind you. 
“Afternoon, beautiful.” He beamed with a wink. 
“Eddie.” You sighed, determined to ignore him as you stared at the TV. 
“How are you doing today, pretty girl?” He asked.
“Fine.” 
“You look great today.” He said, “Just like every day.”
“Eddie.” You said in a warning tone. 
“That’s my name sweetheart. I love the way you say it.” He cooed as he leaned into you more. 
“Eddie, you have to stop.” You said firmly, looking into his eyes. He was much closer than he had ever been before and you’re senses we flooded with him. You could smell his cologne and cigarettes, a combo that normally wouldn’t smell good to you, but for some reason it was intoxicating. His long curls were tickling the exposed skin of your shoulder, causing goosebumps to raise on your body. And you could almost melt under the intense look he was giving you, full of an emotion you couldn’t quite place. 
“You know you love it sweetheart.” He said with a sly smile. “I see the way you smile to yourself when you think no one’s looking. You like when I flirt with you.” He said simply, his smile growing wider at the dumbstruck look on your face at being found out. “And I like you. So I’m going to keep doing it, until you kiss me or slap me.” 
“I -wha- are you- I-” You tried to start. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Munson.” You finally got out, pulling your eyes away from him and back to the movie as you felt the heat rise to your face. You didn’t want him to know that he was right, you loved when he flirted with you. You wanted to flirt back, but you were trying to be a good sister. 
“Yes you do, princess.” He said, raising his hand up to your chin to pull your face to look at him. “Let me take you out. We could be great.” 
I furrowed your brows in distress, your resolve crumbling as you tried to be strong. “We can’t!” you hissed quietly. “Think of Gareth. We could hurt him.” You pleaded.
“We won’t. I promise.” He cooed, leaning into you. His lips were so close that you could feel his warm breath on yours. “How mad would you be if I kissed you?” He breathed. 
“Pissed.” You breathed. But you leaned in, crashing your lips onto his, eliciting a surprised noise out of the metalhead. Eddie recovered quickly, kissing you back feverishly as he pressed himself into you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling the two of you close so there was no space between you. You ran your hands through his curls, tugging lightly, causing the brunette to moan into your mouth. 
You pulled away, breathless, after a few moments. “We have to stop.” You gasped, you opened your eyes to lock with Eddie’s hooded ones. 
“Sure, sure, sweetheart.” He mused with a smile before his lips were on yours again. It was your turn to moan this time as he kissed you hungrily. 
You let yourselves get lost in each other, ignoring the world around you as you gave into your feelings for Eddie. All the years of pining for each other led to this. And it felt so good, so right to be like this with him. And for a moment you forgot why you had been avoiding this for so long. 
“Fucking finally.” You heard from behind you, followed by a laugh. 
You pulled apart with a gasp and spun around in your seat to see Gareth and Jeff standing in the entrance to the living room. You hadn’t even heard the garage door open. 
“Honestly it took you long enough.” Gareth teased. “Now will you stop being so weird around each other and just go out?” Your mouth fell open in surprise as you looked between the two boys and Eddie. 
“See? I told you he’d be fine, sweetheart.” Eddie laughed, pecking your cheek affectionately.
Taglist: @srapalestina @yvonneeeee @cityofidek @anaisweird @mrslovesmayahawke @harrys-tittie @becca-alexa @catacina
277 notes · View notes
roe-and-memory · 7 months
Note
UHMMM in your guy's pinned it says your ok with asks sooooooo
You guys should totally hand over all of your Lightning headcanons :3
HIHIHI IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 4 DAYS
hi this is roe quick interruption
Tumblr media
thats all ty
ok so…. a magician cannot reveal all of their secrets so ive picked a Select amount of our favourites because obviously we need some surprises,…. its still a LOT though so dont worry i wouldnt dare cut you cheap on our headcanons
if you guys want us to make a separate post on a specific one going into detail of the Lore behind it or just like, more detail in general, dont be afraid to comment and your wish is my command
HERE WE GO!!!
- “HE IS A DUMBASS AND I HATE HATE HIM” (roes words, affectionate)
- he is a liar, sometimes good sometimes bad (only when he wants to) and doc sees through All of it
- he has a walkman he’s had since he was little, he broke the headphones once and mack bought him new ones
Tumblr media
- we’ve mentioned it before but he has vision light sensitivity issues
Tumblr media
look at him. he cant see SHIT
- he grew up in henderson, nevada, every time a race came to vegas he walked FOUR HOURS to see it from outside the track (he lived an hour and a half from some of the only family that would ever love him in radiator springs EL OH EL!)
- hes a natural redhead but harv thought having him bleach his hair blonde would get him more attention so he did it because harv knows best! sally made him stop when he tried to do it after his roots took over and she was like erm no ! thats destroying your hair and ur curls. and him, not knowing much about his hair was like yeah sure ok
- he has Freckles. So Many. sally tells him he has stars and constellations on his cheeks and hes just giggling and kicking his feet
- also mentioned before he has a lanyard with keys and keychains on it that he carries everywhere hanging out of his pocket
- he has. Horribly. vivid nightmares. so he doesnt sleep much and when he does its always restless
- being a racecar driver he has MASTERED the ability to climb out of windows. he uses this ability to not only cause doc grief (he sleeps across the hall and hears everything), but also to sneak out in the middle of the night when hes restless and prance around in the field like a deer to make himself so sickeningly exhausted he passes out as soon as he lays down
- lightning and sally dance sometimes at the wheel well, neither of them are too good and he wants to practice for her - doc catches him in the living room poorly dancing to rascal flatts and doesnt let him live it down the entire rest of the day
- lightning runs away when hes 15, after walking 4 hours to vegas for a piston cup race he wanted to watch and then deciding he never wanted to go home — there was nothing there for him anyways. he had everything from home he wanted, which included his walkman and thats basically it
- (adding onto above) mack found him at a truck stop somewhere on an interstate asking for either money or a ride somewhere, and as an older brother of 5 little sisters who are his worlds, he saw him and immediately thought . if that was one of my siblings i would never forgive myself. and boom he has a new little brother and boom lightning has an older brother
- he knows how to operate a transport truck courtesy of mack
- he loves stickers, he always has, his walkman and an assortment of his other things are decorated in stickers
- lightning didnt have any friends in his rookie year, so when he has mater, doc, sally, cal, and bobby, he makes little random collages out of magazines and newspapers to keep them as memories
- he loves country music and HATES taylor swift (bobbys fault, bobby is a swiftie)
- doc has sunglasses that lightning finds in his garage, BURIED in a box, they have “hudson” engraved into the arm and he immediately takes them for himself because sometimes its Too sunny (doc when its sunny, he’s out enjoying a beer on the porch and his annoying boyfail son comes outside and stands expectantly awaiting his sunglasses in which he forks over hesitantly)
- crocs or converse there is no in between
- autism.
- he pulls on the threads of his clothing when hes excited or nervous
- talks with his hands, very expressive and he also kicks the ground sometimes for no reason
- he was never taught how to ride a bike. doc is slowly writing down a list of reasons he can KILL 👹 lightnings parents for being HORRIBLE ‼️‼️‼️
THATS ALL FOR NOW…. with time you will learn more but I HOPE YOU LIKE THESE ONES!!!
55 notes · View notes
beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months
Note
BPP, am really really interested to read your thoughts on Seven!
*
Ask 2: Hey bpp, can i be honest?? Ive been checked out of the fandom but still keep track of any music releases. So i didnt know abt any rumors abt 7. Imagine me being kind of disappointed that it’s another english song from jk when i watched the mv😅 it feels like his most promoted songs since last year has been all eng song… idk i wanted & expted something diff… i didnt like l&r, dreamers and now 7… it’s back to back lol. Tbf i didnt like My You too and thats in korean. At least not enough to listen!again after the first listen.
Im happy that still with you is finally on spotify tho. I’ll still be waiting excited for his album whenever it comes out. Hopefully ill find something i like in it!!
**
[BPP Note: Both asks above were sent before my "I don't like it..." post. The asks posted below were sent afterwards.]
**
Ask 3:
Same here
All the hype didn't matched with the song
1. rest members songs had so much depth and substance to it while this was the cliche boy chasing a girl song. Like we always dont need deep songs but the quality could be so much better. This was like just another pop song.
I think I'll put this on same level as BAD DECISIONS. But for bad decisions, atleast the chorus was staying on my mind while for this nothing was catchy enough for us to humm. Just because it's JK it will get hype but otherwise it's so generic. I think I liked LEFT and RIGHT way better than Seven. Even the rap portion felt so unnecessary and boring.
2. MV was kinda nice because of the production but concept was too shallow, the stalking and chasing was so outdated. In my country we have like 9293928843837 MVs in this same concept that not many make the same theme songs again.
3. The choreography. We haven't seen the full version. But for tiktok they do the highlight portions if that's so mediocre idk how rest will be. It was again giving the same mediocre showing off choreography and for me backdancers ruined it with their awkward moves.
4. they wanted this song to be played everywhere around the world. But there was nothing catchy enough to attract gp or go viral on tiktok, even if we sped it up. The only way to make everyone listen is to shove it down their throat but doing payola. But idk if investing in payola is worthy for the song. I also doubt the longietivity, as for me it was boring after 2 listens. I'll rather listen Like Crazy or wildflower or closer 20 times than listening this once.
5. I HOPE he'll bring something fresh to the table for his album and don't involve this mediocre producers who uses the same formula and same superstar persona to make a song successful. He is so much talented to sing a song which is so rich in melody and lyrics. And he can produce way better songs by himself.
Prolly a 4/10 for me
*
Ask 4: troye sivan's rush (which also came out last night) is exactly what I wish Seven was. I don't mean that in a 'I expect the things JK to make to be gay' way just in the way it's a fun, very danceable, sexy summer song that doesn't pull its punches. Something about seven feels too run through a commercial sanitizer a few times, even with the explicit lyrics.
***
Hi Anon(s),
Jungkook likes to fuck.
Rather, Andrew Watt likes to fuck and thinks Jungkook can relate.
JK has been talking about wanting to show more mature and explicit sides of himself for a good long while now. So I’m glad he’s finally gotten to do that, confirming for us why he keeps getting noise complaints from his neighbours since the mattresses all over his apartment don't help.
BTS has made songs explicitly referring to sex before (though it's been mostly the rapline doing so). So it's nothing new but I guess it's cool JK gets to share with us that he too has sex.
The question I posed to my friends immediately after watching the MV is, “Do you know who's been doing A&R for BigHit since 2020? I really need to know who is doing A&R for BigHit in America because they’ve been doing an appalling job lately. I'm starting to wonder if it's an inside job cause this song is kinda ass.”
That was me ~11 hours ago.
I didn’t like the song.
I’ve streamed Seven about 20 times since then I think, took a break from the song for a few hours, watched his GMA performance, caught a few minutes of the Wlive, then listened to it again just before writing this post and…
I still don’t like it.
Jungkook did a good job on the song, Latto's verse wasn't terrible, and while the song itself isn’t bad… the song isn’t good either.
It’s painfully, and at this point it’s a pattern so I have to add, predictably, mediocre.
Reserving judgement for the album, but Anons, I agree with you for the most part. The suits at BigHit are trying but they are woefully out of touch with the reasons BTS blew up in the West in the first place. I don't even feel like spending any energy doing a review or even trying to explain what I mean. So I'll just ramble on for a bit but try to keep it brief.
---
I have to give BigHit some credit because I can see what they're going for here. Andrew Watt is a very celebrated producer in the US, he won the Grammy award for Producer of the Year in 2021, he's got A listers in his portfolio. So, he's not a cheap name to book and I can see why the suits at BigHit thought he's the genius to gift them a song clinically designed for American radio.
But that pandejo phoned it in. There isn't a lick of creativity to be found anywhere in all 3 minutes and five seconds.
It reminds me of VIBE by Jimin and Taeyang, as the closest analog to the vague dissatisfaction morphing into annoyance and then pragmatic rationalization I experienced in that same sequence when listening to it the first few times.
The song is disappointing because we've all heard it before. Too many times, and we're bored of it. We've heard JK sing this sort of song for years, as covers mostly. So on one hand, while I guess it's nice JK gets to have an American summer JB-reject pop tune of his own, it's not good enough to be the track that introduces him to the world as a solo artist.
It's fine for any white, blonde, blue-eyed heartthrob that can ride on a pretty face and implicit bias to rack up accolades, it's not good enough for Jungkook.
And BigHit needs to start using whatever leverage a US$10.6 billion market capitalization buys you in Hollywood, to insist for songs that are at least as good as the songs made by BTS members and produced by their in-house team. It's a waste of money and everybody's time to fly a battalion to LA just to record 2014's summer hit in 2023.
In my opinion.
Still With You > Stay Alive > My Time > Stay > Left & Right > My You > Dreamers > Seven
*
All that said, I can't ignore JK has a taste for songs like this, and it's not his fault the song is shit (he didn't write, compose or produce it), so technically he shouldn't be punished for it. And the song is made for radio, while it's not my personal taste a lot of people really like the song (one of my friends likes Seven the most out of all the BTS releases so far), and it will catch on with some support. So, ARMY will support it including me, just to a lesser degree than I've done so far. Fingers crossed JJK1 has something solid on it.
63 notes · View notes