Tumgik
#W H Y did I make his tag so long
thegoldenelite · 10 months
Text
The number of times I've watched bte 348 is ridiculous, but i can't stop watching it...
#it's like c ocomelon to m e#the part that really kills m e tho is when k enny a pologizes to h angman. wondering if h angman could ever forgive him#because i know for a fact that k enny doesn't forgive himself for what he did.#it's part of the reason why he took so long to make up with h angman. he was anger too but also#the guilt. he did the same thing with i bushi. he couldn't talk about him for very long without wanting to change the subject#but also he couldn't face i bushi (in the hallway) bc of the guilt he felt for betraying him#(as well as other thing of course but i'm focusing on the guilt)#like we know k enny STILL hasn't forgiven himself for that. When h angman betrayed the b uck#(grabbed nick's leg so the b ucks would lose their chance to c hallenge for the tag belts)#k enny was asked what he thought about it and he said something like: this is something h angman will have to#live with for the rest of his l ife.#this implies k enny STILL feels remorse for stopping i bushi from winning the i wgp belt 5 years later(8 now). Even tho i bushi forgave him#well before their reunion at new y ear's d ash#what i'm saying is that he did so much to h angman. i can understand why this reunion took so long. how could k enny face him after that.#probably in that time believing he didn't deserve h angman back in his lifetoo. As well as his forgiveness/etc(again did the same w i bushi#i could see k enny never fully forgiving himself for the things he did to h angman :(. (he did sign a contract in h angman's b lood)#he also didn't forgive h angman which is so v alid too. their tag run is s ad/tough to watch. k enny trying everything to make#their tag t eam work cause he c ares about h angman and tag t eams but h angman just not being there for it. oof#the thing that surprised me tho was that k enny a pologized first. i thought it would be a while till either did but no.#i believe k enny learned from the past. a pologize now. talk it out. and work on the r elationship TOGETHER. that's g rowth :').#oh man didn't mean to r ant about k enny's guilt and how he's done this all before do you still think im h-#no but i l ove over a nalyzing w restling m en lol. this ep was full of interesting#i nteractions. i know we were all focused on the nod but this ep delivered on so much more than that.#rin posting#i thinks it's why i couldn't be mad at k enny not mentioning h angman throughout this feud. it would just be too p ainful for him to do so#he l oves/c ares about his ex s too much. a ctually#does any of this make sense. shrugs.#anyway lol.
6 notes · View notes
Text
Hot Spring Secrets
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Part One (1/7)
Y/n and Shinazugawa Sanemi, Rengoku Kyojuro, and Uzui Tengen
Tags: Explicit Language, Has been proof-read. (Please let me know in the comments if something doesn’t make sense because I wanna improve)
Reader described to be - hashira, chubby, and can have any textured hair, and skin color, thick thighs
-------------------------------------------------------------------
The moon is at its peak, warm night air paired with the sound of locusts and crickets making a symphony. Hot water envelops your body, and the discourse of multiple voices can be heard. You briefly wonder if demons could arrive at any moment and maul on your unsuspecting body.
But you needn't worry about that, allowing your h/c textured hair to drink up the steamy water, and your muscles to soak and heal from the tribulations of hashira work. Heated water enters your ears as you mindlessly float above the bath.
“I may be sounding like a broken record but the bathhouse is absolutely the beeeest~” You say, sounding drunk on the ecstasy of the blinding vapors. Mitsuri nods looking into the water with a pleasant “ahh~”.
“Only thing that could make this better is a four-course meal” The love hashira reminisced, as if the two of you hadn’t eaten only 20 minutes ago.
This is your first day at the Swordsmith’s village, the people are so welcoming, the food is delicious, the bath is steamy, and your bubbly friend takes your mind off of your strenuous life as a Frost Hashira.
“Did they say when our swords will be finished?” You ask, remembering handing your f/c sword to one of the masked men you hadn’t bothered to remember the name of. Mitsuri rises out of the bath, flashing you her pale moon, nearly brighter than the one in the sky. 
“I’m not sure but I don’t care, I wanna be here forever,” She said in her ever-silvery tone, she smiled wide, shrinking down back into the water. You grinned, rising up to fetch a towel for yourself. 
“YOUR JOKING RIGHT?! NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D BE INTO THAT” 
You freeze in your tracks, at the sounds of men on the other side of the hot spring, You were so absorbed with your vacationing you hadn’t even noticed them. How long were they there?
“That sounded like Tengen!” Mitsuri chirped, turning to you with a wide smile. “Hey let's tell them we’re here.” 
I mean you could, but why miss this opportunity for some locker room dude talk! You smirked, covering your lips with a finger, urging her to be quiet. Stepping back into the water you walked over to the wall separating you from the others. 
“Horny bastard! I like it, maybe my wives will be up for that” Tengen speaks, 
***
Sanemi folded his arms behind his head, body sunk into the warmth of the spring. A lopsided grin pulled on his scarred cheek as he finished talking about the amazing sex he had with some random woman. Kyojuro hums, sunset eyes viewing the night sky as his tanned flesh drinks the heat of the pool. He doesn’t have much to add to this particular conversation, but he will listen to his fellow hashira.
“So you must be into the bold ones huh?” Tengen nudges the Wind Hashira beside him, urging a low chuckle from him. 
“Who wants some timid little girl? When you can have a woman who tells you how she wants it?”He reasoned, Kyojuro hummed though Sanemi had put it more crudely than he would. 
“Oh?” There's a teasing lift in Tengen's tone, He turned over to Kyojuro, who blinked owlishly at the male. “Say Kyojuro you’ve been quiet all night, what’s ‘ur type?”
He wasn’t entirely prepared for this question, “Well, I prefer a woman who would marry me!” He answers proudly. The sound hashira rolls his eyes at the vague-ass-hell answer. 
“No like a type! Like do you like ‘em thick? Thick and fat? Skinny? Big boobs, lil boobs, big ass? Thick thighs…–” “W-WELL!” Kyojuro interrupts, face burning from the lewd words. Tengen crosses his arms incredulously. “Like Shinazugawa said! A woman that is confident!” 
“With a big ass though right?” Tengen adds wiggling his brows.
“Yeah like Y/n?” Sanemi mentions, Kyojuro blinks, his wide-eyed stare. Tengen bites his laugh, his chest jiggling sporadically.
“I-I guess!” Kyojuro agrees, finding the ends of his toes more interesting than the conversation. Tengen whistles.
“Ya know I asked her to marry me a couple of months ago, she said she didn’t know me and that I already have three wives. I mean cmon ‘is enough of me to go around” 
“Nice boobs, legs look fat in her skirt, smooth pretty s/c skin,” Sanemi lists in his gruff voice, unbothered by the qualities. “Shes probably the type to say shes tired after riding for 10 seconds” 
“SHINAZUGAWA!” Kyojuro yells, redder than a beet, Tengen erupts in laughter, smacking Kyojuro on the back. 
“Oh cmon ‘s cute! She would probably be like ‘Oh babe please do the rest of the work ‘m  too tired to move!” Tengen mocks in a bad impression of Y/n. Sanemi barks a laugh.
“Nah she would be like ‘I can’t lift up! My legs are too weak!’” Both Sanemi and Tengen laugh noisily.
Kyojuro rubs his arm, he respects Y/n enough to not talk about her so weirdly, he’ll call it a night since the other two can’t seem to keep her name out of their mouths. 
“But seriously she's hot, I would definitely take her out,” Tengen says, sinking as deep as he can into the water, his 6’ 5” body allowing the water to come up to his chest. Sanemi rolls his lavender orbs. 
“Yeah same, don’t tell her I said that” 
“Of course my unflashy brother”
“Don’t call me that” 
***
Wow. Just wow, that was wow. Part of you felt giddy at how they spoke about you but the other part made you irritated, you would NOT get tired after riding for 10 seconds!? Sanemi thinks he’s a comedian now. But Kyojuro sounded bothered by the way they spoke about you. Not to mention, you had found the strong, and hardworking man attractive for a while. Now that you know what he likes…maybe…
“You ready to go yet?” Mitsuri tiredly mumbles, taping your shoulder. You softly say “yea,” making your way out of the springs and toward your room. 
You both got changed and properly dried, getting dressed in your sleepwear, you locked the door before getting into your separate futons. Cutting off the light, you snuggle into the covers. 
 “They were so gross about it but it was kinda hot though, in a way, I’m sure they would deny it if I mentioned what they said” You speak softly, eyes watering as a small yawn erupts from your form. 
“Ooh does this mean you gonna pursue one of them” Mitsuri whispers before a yawn leaves her lips. You giggle a small apology before adjusting your pillow behind your head. 
“Who said anything about ‘one’? I’m gonna get ‘em both” 
“Your so greedy Y/n”
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Look out for my next post: September 28th - October 1st
Also my birthday is todayyyyyy and no i didn't do anything special
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
©winterlovesssanemi2023
201 notes · View notes
bunnydol · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
welcome home, slut
whitney the bully x fem!afab!reader
contents: semi-public, whitney is a bully, hair pulling, mention of cigarette burning, masochism (f!receiving), piv, spanking, degradation (slut, whore), spit, inspection (f!receiving), ask to tag
w/c: ~2.2k
from the cottage: hey hun, you've been out here at the farm for some time now, did you even tell anyone you were out here? i have a feeling someone's lookin' for you...
++Lust ++Jealousy
Tumblr media
three months.
it had been three months since the last time you had come to classes. 
prior to this rebellious stint of yours, your only other absences were when you had disappeared because of bailey, and disappeared during one of the blood moons and needed to see that creepy doctor in the hospital to feel better.
but this… this was different.
that friday, whitney had clearly remembered the lewd look on your face when he yanked you off of the sidewalk to put a cigarette out on your arm. your eyes had crossed and you had even moaned a little before he shoved you to the floor and laughed at your pathetic nature.
it was normal. an almost comically average interaction. nothing you weren’t used to.
and yet, you had disappeared. 
it had rained that sunday after, he remembered. and you didn’t come to annoy him at the park like you always did. 
he should’ve known something was possibly wrong, but he didn’t think of it.
every day you weren’t in math class felt like he was the guilty party in your absence, the one who drove you away.
he wasn’t, it was almost definitely a problem that you had gotten yourself into, but still… something was eating at him.
it was about to be three months and one day until the door to river’s classroom swung open five minutes late, and in you walked, calm and steady as ever.
what the fuck?
you looked… cleaner. stronger, somehow. you looked as though you had been successfully roughing it for the past three months, like you had spent a majority of your time outdoors. you skin was practically glowing, your arms bulkier, your thighs plush. you even looked well-fed.
where had you been?
whitney was blinded by his anger, his body moving on his own as he got up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you right back up out of your chair. you yelped, kicking and squirming and trying to push him off of you, but his grip just tightened as he tugged you right out of the classroom and into the now empty hallway.
river protested, shouting something down the hall at him as he dragged you along, but whitney ignored him in favor of tossing you into the nearest empty classroom and slamming the door shut.
“welcome back, slut,” he snarled at your cowering form, standing over where you were on the floor, sniffling and wiping at your eyes. mascara was trailing down them you could barely afford anything before, let alone makeup.
“where the fuck have you been, huh? probably showing yourself off at some strip club far away to make a buck. is that it? left to be a camgirl?”
he kicked one of your legs to shove them apart, standing in the space between your knees that he had created for himself as he towered over you.
you shook your head, still trying to gather yourself from being tugged down the hallway by your hair. “i-i got a job, on the farm-”
“a job on a farm? really now?”
“y-yes! i’m h-helping rebuild the farm, get it in working order- alex needs a lot of help, i didn’t realize-”
“i bet he’s fuckin’ you, whoever this alex is.” whitney growled as he stomped his foot down next to your left arm, making you jolt. “i bet you just spread your legs so he could fuck you like an animal while you forget about the rest of us back here in the city. how fuckin’ dare you run off like that.”
you stammered as you looked up at him, sitting up on your elbows as your lip wobbled. “i- i’m sorry, i didn’t realize how long i was away for, i’d work and work and be too tired to walk home, i can’t ride horses yet-”
“‘m sure you know how to ride cock just fine, though, am i right?”
“whitney!” you blurted out, trying to get him to stop talking so you could finish a sentence, “i didn’t have sex with him! i got caught up, i-i missed you!”
now that, whitney hadn’t been expecting. he was maybe expecting your normal demeanor, your normal protests and cries of pain and i’m sorry’s, but not i missed you.
something sickening crawled up his spine as he stood over you and crouched down, bringing his face up close to yours. his fringe hung down; you could see both of his eyes, dark and looming, so clearly. 
“say that again, slut.”
“i said i missed you, i’m sorry, i missed you while i was gone, i didn’t have sex with him, please believe me…” you were starting to really cry now, lifting yourself up as much as you could before wrapping your arms around his neck to try and hug him.
and, well, he allowed that, not reciprocating, for all of maybe thirty seconds. he caught the scent of a foreign shampoo in your hair; you’d been staying somewhere other than the orphanage. probably on that farm. probably with him, whoever he was.
he grabbed your shoulders tight and shoved you back down onto the floor, away from him, listening to you gasp with surprise at the action. he grunted as he shifted positions oh so easily, backing off of you only to throw you onto your stomach and hoist your hips up with his hands on your waist. 
you yelped in reply, your cheek hitting the cold tile floor a little hard, pain blossoming under your eye. you braced yourself on your hands as your hips were dragged up into the air. “wait, whitney, i-”
“say it again, slut. tell me you missed me. say it again, ‘cause i still don’t believe you.” he grunted down at you, grabbing the hem of your skirt roughly and flipping it up to reveal that you weren’t even wearing panties, something he had demanded you do months ago. you were still obedient to him, it seems. “whore like you still not wearing panties? do you want to get fucked like this?”
“whitney, please,” you simpered, squirming under him and trying to find grip on the tile floor as his calloused fingers danced over your folds. you could feel the heat between your thighs, how your body instinctively unfurled for him; it was a pavlovian response to being underneath him as he barked and bit at you like a dog. your folds started to glisten with your juices as his thumbs hooked around your pussy lips to spread them apart. he glared down at your clenching hole as if studying the way you were getting soaked from his inspection before pooling a thick glob of spit between his lips and letting it drip down onto your cunt.
you gasped at the feeling and shuddered; you’d barely been touched outside of being thrown to the floor and manhandled, but you were already so receptive to him.
“fucking whore, already fucking wet f’ me. say it again, tell me who you missed and maybe i’ll give you this cock.” as he spoke, he let go of one of your hips to undo his belt buckle, letting the cold metal hit your thigh as he worked on freeing his cock from the confines of his pants.
“you!” you immediately started to warble, like a bird in a cage, “i missed you! missed you s’ much, i didn’t let him touch me, i promise-”
“you just let him buy stuff for you huh? your makeup’s running, you never wear makeup.” he leaned his body over your back, his chest hot to the touch as he brushed his chapped lips over your ear. “did you let him make you into a little farmer’s wife, huh?”
“i didn’t! whitney, please, i didn’t! i got it for you!” you were bleating at him like a lamb, and the confession made his cheeks grow hot. he was suddenly glad he had you face down rather than on your back. “bought it for me? wow, what an attention seeker,” he snarled against your ear, and yet the fat head of his cock was slipping through your folds with a shlick, shlick sound. 
you felt yourself thrusting back against it, trying to get him inside. “please, missed you s’ much, whit, please- inside-”
“i guess you proved it. maybe i should give you a reminder of what you were missin’ out on while you were away.” he growled a little, unable to hide how he really felt about your absence as he sat up from your back and guided the wet, leaky tip of his cock into your spit-soaked hole. he hissed from the tightness; you cried out from the sudden sting. it wasn’t like he ever really prepped you to take his fat cock, but after being away from him for so long, it felt like the first time all over again.
tears ran down your cheeks as you bit down on your lip and whimpered, feeling him push himself in deeper despite your tight cunt clenching around him and almost forcing him out. he groaned as he watched the way you struggled to take him. “feels like you’re a virgin again, fuck, guess you didn’t get fucked, unless he was real small.” 
you moaned when you felt his hips connect with yours, your hands curling into fists. his hand found your hair again, winding it up to get a good grip as he yanked your head up off the floor and made you arch your back.
“now you’re gonna stay right here and fuckin’ take this cock like the whore you are. you need to be retrained.”
you sucked in a breath as he pulled his hips back, the veins of his cock dragging along your gummy walls, before he started to piston into you, his hand gripping your hip with a bruising pressure as he fucked you like you were an object.
the feeling made you see stars, crying out with a slack jaw. for a moment, you were in another world instead of on the classroom floor. your scalp ached but the pain sent fizzles of pleasure flying down your spine; the way his heavy balls slapped against your clit with each thrust had you clenching down around him.
whitney had the gall to breathe out a laugh as you gurgled on your own drool and tears, sobbing on his cock and drooling for more. “i know you fuckin’ missed being treated like a cocksleeve, huh? missed having this cock shoved down your throat? missed it in this tight little pussy? yeah? bet you couldn’t even cum on your own without me to help you, so fuckin’ needy and pathetic.”
he let out his own little moans as he tugged on your hair to get a better look at your fucked out expression, and the look on your dazed face made his cock jump inside of you. it spurred him on to fuck you harder as you moaned for him, your juices making a mess of the front of his slacks.
“whit- please, missed you- missed your cock, need to cum, wanna cum, please-”
“oh, you need to cum? poor thing.” he laughed down at you as his free hand came down hard on your ass, making you cry out from the sudden pain. you shook; you felt like you were teetering on the edge as his leaky tip pounded that spongy spot inside of you.
“gonna cum? gonna cream all on this dick that you missed so much? say it. say it again.”
“yes! yes, wanna cum on your cock, missed you, missed it, please let me cum-”
“fine, slut. make a mess of this fuckin’ cock, then.” he growled as he spanked you again and gripped the flesh of your ass.
you felt like you ascended into heaven for a brief moment, flashes of white sparking behind your eyes as your body jerked and pulled taut. you came, hard, your body spasming and jerking underneath where he was keeping you pressed to the floor.
he moaned against your back as he felt you tighten and spasm around his cock, a frothy ring of white forming at the base as he continued to bully his way deeper into your cunt. 
“that’s it, your pussy just missed me so much, bet nothin’ satisfied her like this.” he grumbled through his teeth before huffing out little ah, ah, ah’s until finally he jerked his hips a bit sloppier, and then he was cumming deep inside your cunt, barely moving so he could fuck it deeper into you. 
his forehead dropped against your shoulder blades as you both recovered, his hot breaths fanning out over your neck. you whimpered when he finally lifted away from you and pulled out, his cum dripping down your thighs. 
he grunted as he got to his feet and tucked himself away, brushing his sweaty fringe away from his forehead as he looked down at your trembling form.
“don’t you ever leave like that again, understood?”
you nodded vaguely, lip trembling before curling up into a smile. “i missed you.”whitney squinted down at you before turning his head away and tossing you some tissues from his back pocket. i missed you too, slut.
129 notes · View notes
keeponquinning · 1 year
Text
JQ drabble / blurb coming at you.
okay but like.... seeing pedro's esquire video and shoot, i can't help but think of like a slightly jealous joseph looking at you engrossed with mr. pascal, and he's just like, ".... I'm your favorite, though, right?"
making you look up immediately like, "...what? seriously?"
"I mean.... Not like you've looked at me like that in a while..."
you're just so amused about this, but you're trying to hide it, because whether he's being serious or not, he has such a pout on. "baby. it's different. like...you two are different!"
that was not the response he hoped for, "sorry? different how?"
"well, we're dating for one. and... y'know... He's just....daddy."
you've never seen his eyebrows furrow that quickly, "...and what? I'm not daddy? not daddy enough for you?"
"....you're not his level of daddy...." he scoffs. "You're younger than him! so, like.... it's different."
"okay, but... Let's just say... We go somewhere, yeah? And he happens to be there..."
it takes all of you not to laugh, "You're being so cute right now..."
"..yeah, adorable, shut up. I'm... how long would it be for you to ditch me and go over to him?"
everything in you tells you not to smile, but you can't help it, stretching wider than you thought possible, "....w e l l..."
"Oh my god, you're going to leave me for him."
"What the fuck—"
"No, no, you're going to leave me. You've planned this, probably. Seduced me, and done it well..."
"Mmm, I did have fun seducing you."
His face softens, lips lightly smiling, "...I did have fun being seduced..." He watched you smile at him, and he took a deep breath. Rising from his seat and wandered toward you. "He'd probably fall for you, you're very easy to fall for."
You snorted, giving a shrug, "Well, that was the plan. Have you fall for me, have this relationship with you, had to fuck you a few times to want to make it official," he chuckled at that. "..and then on the off chance that you get invited to some invite with him, for me to tag along... And thus, the real master plan comes into place, and Pedro and I can go off into the sunset, with his tight jeans and dad sweaters, while you, my former love, are in shambles and devastated by me."
He sighed, shaking his head, "I feel so used."
Shrugging, you reply, leaning back in your seat, "The things we do for true love."
His brown eyes look at you, bending down and leaning over you in your seat, "Can I be used by you until that happens, then?"
"Mmm...." you hummed, raising your hands to place around his neck. "I dunno... that was the plan, but, lately... Kinda felt the plan changing a bit... Like I'm falling for you and that's a problem."
"Ooh, am I charming you, darling?" he asked, grazing his lips against yours, slowly giving a kiss.
You chuckle, kissing him back, nice and slow, groaning softly. "I think you are. That's so not part of the plan, how dare you."
He's smiling now, lips pressed against the side of your neck as he kisses, bites and licks. "To use your words against you, the things we do for true love." You chuckle at that, and he weighs down further on top of you, his hands digging to the waistband of your shorts. He suddenly pops his head up, looking at you with curious eyes. "...right, okay, but, I am your favorite, though, right?"
"Oh my god," you groaned, rolling your eyes, though there's a smile there. "Okay, look, on the list of white men... You're definitely on the top of the list."
His lips twitch, biting back a laugh, instead, giving a nod. "Right, well, as far as us white men... That is impressive. Top spot?"
"Mmm..... Top three, easily."
He was silent a moment, this seeming to placate him a moment, before he let out a sigh. "One of them isn't Garfield, is it?"
"...if I call you daddy tonight, can I like...not answer that?"
His eyes looked over you, licking his lips before he gave a nod, "Y e a h, deal." Rising up and taking a hold of your hands, pulling you up and into another kiss almost immediately. His hands wrapped around your waist and pulling you close to him, tongues met, a breathy moan from both as your tastes mingled and appreciated from one another, you could feel the affect you have on him, could feel him harden against you as you pulled away, walking toward his bedroom. He takes a moment to look as you go through the bedroom door, desire and lust overtaking him. And then — "It's not fucking Obi-Wan, is it?"
"Daddy."
"Right, forgotten, coming."
219 notes · View notes
kunikinnie · 2 years
Note
Hello. I hope I won't bother you too much with my request. Can I ask fluff imagine for Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor (separately) and their fem!s/o, which they accidentally injured during a strong and heated quarrel? How would they try to make amends? Happy ending, please.
a/n: sorry this took so long! Idk how to fluff this so here's an hurt to comfort thingy if that makes sense? :') I don't usually write for Fyodor so he might be ooc... I hope it's not too far off, though HAHA tagging: @stygianoir, @irethepotato
warning: some unhealthy things here and there, I think?
accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument
featuring: Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor x F!Reader
Mori Ougai
In the Port Mafia, disobeying orders can lead to severe punishment. That was what lurked in Mori's mind when he confronted you.
Of course, in this context you were not a subordinate and he was not your superior. You were equals and he did his best to treat you like one. He was so used to having control that in times like this, it was especially difficult for him to keep his cool.
It was clear you were not backing down no matter how logical and clear his rebuttals were. That's fine... usually. His patience must have been thin tonight as his scalpel suddenly grazed your face.
It took the both of you by surprise. It's never happened before, and the flurry of questions and emotions in you had come out in the form of hot tears.
"W-wait, darling I'm sorry-"
You ran out of the room before he could stop you. It's not that he was too stunned to move, it was just he knew exactly where you'd run to.
He walked up to your bathroom door and knocked on it, but there was no answer. The sound of the running faucet water and your sobs might have muffled it, so he continued to knock on it until you grunted in reply.
"...let me help you with that. Please."
From what he remembered, the the cut was a bit deeper than a mere scratch. It won't do to leave it improperly treated - well, more the impact of his actions than the actual wound - or it may leave a scar that will never heal.
Fortunately, you finally opened the door to him. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and tap water with some blood still dripping down. The moment you came out, he went in and grabbed a first aid kit.
He wordlessly treated the area. You said nothing as well. But the tension between you two seemed to go down just by a fraction. The gentleness of which he took care of you must have been the reason.
Once he was done, he grabbed your hand and cupped it on his own cheek. "Forgive me, Y/N. You can slap or stab my own if you wish."
The strange offer made you laugh. "There's no need for that. You're always so dramatic."
After a moment of bewilderment, Mori smiled in relief. He was worried that it would be difficult to win you back.
"But you can't go unpunished. Hmm. Maybe take some time off and take me somewhere?"
His usual teasing smile came back. "If that's what will make you happy, then consider it done."
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Arguments with Fukuzawa, although are rare, usually tend to get heated quickly. You wouldn't even have made it to the arguing stage if the matter wasn't serious.
It was even quicker whenever it came to you risking your safety. It just triggers his fears to fly out in the form of anger.
"What were you thinking, Y/N?!"
Everything you said somehow didn't ease him at all. The justifications just didn't sit right with him, or the way you seemed to not listen to anything he was saying exasperated him further.
Hurting or threatening others generally speaking is no longer an option for him. Even in his anger he tried to control himself to the best of his ability; what led him to grab your wrist and almost break it he would never know.
It was your sharp cry that snapped him out of it. The look of fear that his targets once showed him moments before their death now on your face - he did the unthinkable and now his core was shaken.
He swiftly but gently pulls you into a tight hug as you sobbed into his chest. Regret had now threatened to squeeze his heart until it died.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-"
Whispered apologies and reassurances of love almost turned into tears. Had you not softly grasped his back, he might have thought he had lost you right there and then.
"I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. I didn't. How could I-"
Slowly your bodies slumped down to the ground. His body was wrapped around yours tightly as he sobbed in the crook of your neck.
It ended up as you comforting him instead. While you were hurt (literally and figuratively) from the near-twisting of your wrist, it didn't bother you as much as it did him. Perhaps it was from you being able to understand his automatic reaction despite the initial shock.
It saddened you more that he was afraid he'd gone back to his old ways. After all you've been through together, you'd know more than anyone he had changed for the better for good.
You then started to stroke his head. It was slow, gentle, and comforting; it was like lovingly stroking a cat who had just been out in the rain.
After a while he lifted his head and your hand fell down to his cheek. You stared into his red, watery eyes. It felt inappropriate but you suddenly chuckled. He stared at you in astonishment and confusion.
"S-sorry it's just... you remind me so much of the stray cat we fed the other day."
Upon processing your words, his expression softened and he kissed your forehead. "Thank you for being so kind. You ended up being the one taking care of me."
"It's okay. I'm sorry I upset you that much. But I just love you so much I can't help myself and..."
"I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise you it won't happen again- I don't know what I'll do if you leave my life. So please, be careful next time."
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Now here's someone who is very much capable of hurting and enjoying hurting others. His sadistic tendencies somewhat extend to even those he cares about.
There is a certain limit to how much he'd tease and test you. He needed to know how far you were willing to go for him, after all, and so far he's glad to know it's much more than he expected.
He's not the type to be openly affectionate nor stone cold with you. The signals are always mixed with him, but the one thing is crystal clear is his boundaries (specifically when it comes to his schemes). He never tells you about it, not even an inkling, and it annoys you how you're only left to guess if something terrible is going to happen to him until it actually does.
You arguing for it was out of love for him. Both of you understood that. But Fyodor isn't exactly used to yielding to anyone and his frustration at that must have ticked something in him.
His physique isn't strong at all - in fact, one would fear he'd collapse any moment - but the sting of the slap on your face was more painful than any other injury you've sustained in your life.
There were no tears. But the way you stared at him, dumbfounded and frightened, and how slowly you tried to back away had surfaced an unacknowledged but very great fear he had been burying all this time.
"Y/N, don't go."
His voice was strangely soft and sincere; it almost sounded child-like.
You turned around to see his begging face - one you'd never thought you'd see - and the way he just looked so vulnerable made you run back to him.
"I'm sorry, Y/N."
His cold, bony hand reached out to yours and squeezed it gently, but he said and did nothing. How peculiarly timid he was all of a sudden; he couldn't even look at you in the eyes.
"It's all for you. All of it, for you. So please trust me."
A voice in your head told you it was a farce - that whatever you saw right now was another one of his shrewd acts- but another, louder voice told you it was a genuine expression of love on his part.
"...can I really, after this?"
His pale lips kissed your hand. "Of course. The same way I trust you no matter how risky you are to all operations."
You scoffed at him. Risky? You? Since when?
He then smiled at your reaction. You didn't have to say a word for him to know you had already returned to him.
"Don't be offended, dear. That's simply the truth."
"You're the worst."
Not much happened after that. It passed the lips of no one either. But you did notice that he became a little bit more physically affectionate that night - not that you mentioned it outright to him, of course.
660 notes · View notes
itsgigikay · 2 years
Text
When It All Started
Tumblr media
A/N: This was a pretty long one, I’m either thinking of making this into a series or just making a two part type of thing. Let me know what you all prefer. Again I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes. Feedback is always welcomed! Much love!!
Harry Styles x Reader
Warning: Little bit of smut in the beginning. Fetus harry.
“H-harry” she whimpered, sinking down on her husband where their pelvic bones meet. His hands on her hips helped her with the movements.
“Oh go-fuckkk baby you look so pretty. Your tits bouncing-“ Bringing his tongue closer to her right areola teasing her, teasing it then finally popping the hard nipple in his mouth giving it a little pull and finally sucking on it she lets out a groan. What made her stomach coil even more was when his hand grasped her left boob giving it a little squeeze while still sucking on her right nipple. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head while throwing it back and letting out something incoherent.
She let out another moan, her hands running through his hair leaving them on his shoulders so she could continue bouncing on his cock. One hand settling at the top of his hair and one around his shoulder. His hands trying to get every feeling of her but settling on her left hip and one hand covering her whole back. Both their pants filling up the room as they get closer to their orgasm.
Y/N and Harry have known each for as long as they can remember. They meet in the bakery where he used to work in, W. Mandeville Bakery. Y/N had walked in with her niece, Jenifer. That morning she had promised her a treat, more like a bribe, since it was the first day of school. Y/N was new to this town, she lived in New York her whole life but her dad was fired from his job after 12 years they had let him go. He had finally got a new job with great pay, benefits for him, his kids and even his grandbaby Jenifer, however there was one condition the position is in the United Kingdom so here they are in Holmes Chapel 6 months later.
When Y/N and Jenifer entered the front door chimed. Y/N and Jenifer came closer and looked through the windows and menu to see what looked appetizing. “Can I help you with anything?” Y/N looked up and saw a boy with a mop of curly hair, green eyes,dimples on each cheek, and wearing an apron with a name tag that said “HARRY” in big bold letters.
“Hi yes sorry, Jeni, did you pick what you wanted?” she said nervously to her niece.
“I no know auntie” she looked up at her aunt with those big brown eyes shrugging her shoulders “Mister you have anyfing good?” looking back at Harry behind the register.
“Well we have the vetenies fancy is always a favorite” he said walking around to point them out.
“I want doughnuts” Jenifer said, furrowing her eyebrows and stomping her feet, while looking up at Y/N.
“What about doughnuts?” Y/N asked while signing as her hazel eyes met his green eyes, with a little pink dust creeping on her cheeks.
“Oh doughnuts are good” he said while giggling with Y/N, smiling hard that his dimples were on display.
“Can we get two please” she said while taking her wallet out and handing him money.
“Sure that will be 10 pounds please… i’ll bring them right over” he said handing her the change. “You don’t look like you’re from here” he said while starting to get little bags for the doughnuts.
“Uh ya no we just moved her last week, from New York.” pulling a small strand of hair behind her ear.
“What flavor would you like, plain glazed or jelly filled? That's pretty cool, what school would you be going to?” he replied.
“One of each should be fine and I’m going to Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School And Sixth Form College, Year 13 you’ve heard of it?” she said. She was pretty nervous to start school tomorrow, being the new kid is never easy.
“Yeah I’ll be in Year 12 actually, maybe we’ll have some classes together” he said, handing her the bags of sweets his blood rushing to the apples of his cheeks.
“Uh yeah maybe we will and thanks again, Harry” thanking him while picking up the bag and walking towards the door.
“Wait I didn’t get your name” he asked right as she was stepping out the door.
“Y/N” she said, looking down and walking out while holding Jenifer’s hand.
Little did she know after that day Harry would be her best friend, and even her crush. She wouldn’t know he’s got the same feelings she does. She didn’t know he’ll be Harry Styles and she’ll be there every step of the way through the hate, heartbreak of the band breaking up, heartbreak of girls, the peak of his solo fame. Most importantly, she didn't know he’ll end up her boyfriend, her fiance and her better half, a husband who will always think about her, who he’ll always come home to and who will always love her for her no matter what.
223 notes · View notes
feyhunter78 · 1 year
Note
Hey lovie!! It’s been a while😁 I was wondering if you could write something about Elrond taking care of the reader after they had a long day? Like they come home completely exhausted so he daws them a bath, washes their hair, and is a total sweetheart?
Hey babe!!!! I've got a little something short and sweet for you, I hope you like it!!!!
Long Day W/H Elrond HC
Tumblr media
Your day has been awful. All your hard work was ruined, you spilled ink on your clothes, and you’d been so busy you didn’t eat anything until you were already starving and miserable. You trudge back to you and Elrond’s shared chambers, already undoing your complex braid and wishing you could just fall into bed and sleep.
Elrond looks up from his book when you enter, a bright smile on his face that quickly fades into a look of concern as he takes in your exhausted form.
“Oh how cruel the world is to dim the light of its most precious star.” He laments, standing quickly and pulling you into his arms. “Who has upset you, my y/n, tell me and I will do all in my power to set things right.”
You lean into his warmth, burying your face in his clothed chest, breathing in his comforting scent. “I have merely had a long day, husband. Everything that could go wrong did, and it all has become too much.”
Elrond cups your cheek and brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Rest then, my starlight, I will draw you a bath.”
You start to argue, telling him it’s wash day, and that it will take longer than normal considering your hair.
He shakes his head and guides you towards the bed, urging you to rest and wait.
You lay on your shared bed, and before you know it, you’re gently lifted into the air. You wake and rid yourself of your ink-stained clothing before slipping to the bath. Laying your head back, you let out a sigh of relief, the warm water soothing your tired body. Elrond begins to wet your hair, careful to keep the water out of your face.
You both sit in silence as he washes your hair, oh so careful not to get soap in your eyes or tug your hair. You hum in delight as his blunt fingernails massage your scalp, and soon you find the stress of your day melting away.
Once your bath is done, you dry yourself off and change into your nightclothes. Elrond lays close to you, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you pressed against him. “I am sorry the day has been so cruel to you, my starlight.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses to the plains of your face, each one a silent declaration of his devotion.
You tilt your head up, so your lips can meet his. “It is better now, with you.”
He smiled into your shared kiss, one of love and gentleness, that tasted sweet, and made your heart feel light. Elrond always had this unexplainable ability to make the world disappear when he kissed you. As if his lips could stop and start time, keeping you both locked in a perfect moment for as long as you remained connected.
 Elrond broke the kiss, whispering how much he loved and adored you, how he wished he could take away all that which made you sad. You did the same, expressing how much you loved him, how much you appreciated and valued him.  Then you finally fell asleep feeling refreshed and whole in your husband’s arms, ready to face the next morning, knowing he would always be there to comfort you when you returned.
Click here to the beautiful moodboard @emmyspov made for this little fic of mine🥺💗
Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @elronds-pointy-ears, @elrondscalaquendi, @dilf-superiority, @jesticace
68 notes · View notes
lost-walmartbag · 10 months
Text
'Butters' x reader
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Playlist: Like the sun
Warning: N/A
Background: You're new to south park and one of the first people you talk to is 'Butters'. You two make an arrangement and they take a liking to you but they don't know how to handle their own identity let alone their feelings for you.
Previous part
Next part
Tumblr media
'What is my name?'
You had just come to South Park last week and when you started school you didn't really socialize. Honestly, it was whatever you didn't really care to socialize much you just avoided most people out of habit. So safe to say you didn't have any friends and did everything alone. The move to south park itself wasn't hard for you as you didn't have friends in your old town either. It was a bit lonely but you found a way to distract yourself by sewing like your grandmother taught you.
You were amazing at it as you'd been doing it since you were young. You practically created your entire wardrobe and loved making dresses in particular but never really wore them yourself. It was honestly a relief South Park even had a craft store where you were able to get fabric. You went after school every day just to see if any new fabric would be put out that you could do something with.
You walked into the store and immediately headed to the fabric section. You usually didn't see anyone which made you question how this shop was even able to stay open. So when you saw someone in the fabric section it surprised you a bit and the fact you recognized them made you nervous but you brushed it off.
You went straight to browsing but noticed how the person was clearly confused. They were taller than you, blond, had a scar over one of their eyes, and was wrapped in a blue jacket. You didn't even notice you had been staring at them until they cleared their throat.
"H-Hi I'm sorry to bother you but do you make clothes?" They asked clearly embarrassed.
"Y-yeah I sew." You say quietly quickly avoiding eye contact.
"Sewing that's what it's called." They said with a smile. "Do you know how much fabric it would take to make a dress?"
"Well, it depends on the height and measurements of the person it's for." You say looking up slowly getting excited that you finally get to speak about your hobby with another person that wasn't from the internet.
"H-how a-about someone w-with my measurements?" They asked blushing and looking away from you.
"Hm you're a bit taller than me, what size do you normally wear? Like in shirts and stuff?" You ask slowly examining their body.
"M-medium." They muttered.
"Hmm is it ok if I ask what your pants measurements are?" You ask getting closer.
They shift around a bit and awkwardly flip a small part of the side of their pants to see the tag. "Hmm, I don't really know what this means.."
You move even closer and point at the tag. "This number is your waist measurement and this one is the inseam like how long your pants are."
"Oh." They said clearly embarrassed and put the tag back looking up at you finally making you realize how close you were to them.
You blush as you feel their breathing hitch from how close you were to their face. You take an awkward step back and look down.
"W-which fabric do you want to use?" You ask
"This one." They say pointing to a white fabric with small yellow flowers on it.
"Oh my god this is beautiful but it's not quite stretchy so I'd say about this much." You say pulling the fabric and rolling out a large piece. "It would look quite beautiful on you or your friend."
They blushed and nod. "Thank you. I don't know anything about sewing but I thought if I get the fabric first it would help."
"You don't know anything about sewing? Well, I can teach you. if you try with this you'll just waste money because it's inevitable you'll mess up." You explain looking up at them.
"R-really?" They asked smiling brightly and taking your hand. "You'll really help me?"
"Of course, everyone should know how to sew! It's amazing and you don't want to give your friend anything less than your best." You say excitedly.
"But I don't have anything to give you in return." They said. "Wait I know. You're in my grade, right? You don't have any friends so how about I help you with that?"
Their words stung it was clear they didn't mean to upset you but it didn't make them hurt less. You couldn't blame them though they were right. It's not like you didn't want friends you just didn't know how to make them.
"It's a deal." You say smiling brightly at them choosing to ignore their harsh words.
Butters smiled brightly and gave you their phone letting you put your number in it. You happily gave it to them and you both parted ways leaving without having bought anything. Once you got home Butters texted you.
'When do you want to meet up?'
'Tomorrow works after school' You texted back earning a thumbs up in response. 'Oh, I forgot to ask your name I'm so sorry.'
Butters stared at the text wondering how to reply. They didn't know what to say. Do they tell her Leopold? Butters? Marjorine? Leona? It was bad enough they were dealing with how to handle what they were now they have to figure out how to introduce themselves to someone who was going to teach them how to make dresses for themselves?
The thoughts ran through their brain making their hands shake. It was just all so frustrating and difficult. But they felt like they could trust them it just would be a lot to explain. Was it worth it?
"God, what is my name?" They muttered to themselves realizing how much time had passed since she had even sent the text.
'Just call me Leo' They sent the text feeling their stomach turning.
It could go either way it could be Leopold or Leona and wouldn't tip off anyone if they heard her calling them that. God, it felt suffocating but they knew it was the only way to make sure their life could stay as normal as possible.
'See ya then Leo :)'
Tumblr media Tumblr media
A/N: Hey guys I really hoped you like this and I hope you can see what I'm trying to do with this story. And I hope I can do it as best I can. If anything I write is offensive or harmful in any way please don't hesitate to say something. I don't mean to do or say anything harmful at all so if it does happen I'm so sorry and I will fix it IMMEDIATELY. Anyway, I love you all thank you so much for reading 🩷🩷🩷
Tumblr media
50 notes · View notes
yawnzzznnn · 9 months
Note
Hi Can I also request Fluffy A-Z for Jihoon (Trainee A). Thank you so so much 💕💌♥️❤️💋
♡︎Fluffy A - Z with Jihoon♡︎
Reblogs are appreciated
Tumblr media
Tag list: @leoonoa
A - affection (how affectionate are they)
When you two are alone he can be a little affectionate he likes to cuddle and all but not as often
B - boyfriend points (cute things they do)
He will randomly reach over to you and pat your back
C - comfort (how comforting are they)
He tries he best sometimes hes not the best but he tries and that's all that matters
D - dreams (there future with you)
He wants to live in a nice cozy house with you and your kids not to big not too small just right a nice family home
E - everlasting (how long will y'all last)
A good while because you both have puppy love for one another so it will last a good while
F - friendship (how long were you two friends)
You were friends for a year and a half before you two stayed dating
G - games (couple games they play with you)
He may not be on TikTok as much as others may be but he has seen a few couple challenges he likes to do with you
H - hugs (how often do they crave hugs)
Not very often he is satisfied when he's holding your hands
I - I love yous (who was the first person to say I love you)
He said it first after you gave him matching bracelets it just slipped out
J - jealousy (how jealous are they)
Not jealous at all he literally couldn't care less if someone is flirting with you because he knows you like him and he likes you
K - kisses (kinds of kisses they give)
Small shy pecks he's too nervous to stay for too long
L - lazy days (lazy days with them)
He likes to play quizzes with you from like buzzfeed
M - mornings (mornings with them)
Soft very very soft he is extremely cuddly in the morning
N - nicknames (nicknames for one another)
His for you: Baby, Love, Honey
Yours for him Babe, Lover, Honey
O - opening up (how fast did they open up to you)
He opened up a year after dating
P - PDA (public display of affection)
He isn't big on it but he will loop an arm around you and play with your clothes
Q - quality time (how they spend time with you)
Playing random quizzes with you and making fun of them
R - romance (how romantic are they)
Barley romantic but he has his moments
S - support (how supportive are they)
Very supportive of everything you do even if it sounds a bit weird of course he will question it but he won't think much of it unless it could get you hurt then hes shutting it down
T - thrill (how thrilled are they about you)
Very but he won't bother the members about you he will bring you up every now and then
U - understanding (how understanding are they)
Very understanding he doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything
V - value (how much they value you)
Ever since you helped him when training got hard he valued you alot more than he used too
W - wild card (random head cannon)
He loves painting your nails he loves trying to put little designs on them
X - xylophone (your couple song)
Y - you (what they think of you)
He admires you so much like even if your younger than him he looks up to you much
Z - zzz (naps with them)
He sleeps lightly when taking a nap with you in case you need help
26 notes · View notes
Text
NSFW Smutty Alphabet H.C with Jimmy Keene
Note: Just like with Taron's NSFW alphabet H.C, this one wasn't requested either but I wanted to do it anyway because I wanted to try and see how smutty I could get and I feel like I did a good job but you decide.
Enjoy!
===
A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex)
He’ll usually go to sleep unless you are in the mood to cuddle him.
B = Body Part (What’s their favorite body part?)
Your boobs and your ass
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum really)
He likes cumming on your boobs and sometimes on your face
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s an open book so there is nothing you don’t know
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s extremely experienced
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Doggy, for sure
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He’s more serious
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
He’s waxed everywhere.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 
He’s more of the rougher type
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He’ll usually jack off in the shower if he feels the need to
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Facials, spanking, tying you up, making you beg, being called daddy. Anything dirty really.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
The sofa in the living room
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
You acting all innocent when you and Jimmy both know you are anything but innocent
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Anything that will cause extreme pain. He likes causing some pain but not enough that will make you bleed and/ or bruise excessively. No Extreme BDSM basically
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He loves seeing you on your knees in front of him with his cock shoved in your mouth while saliva drips from your chin and tears well in your eyes
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s rough, to the point where you sometimes can’t walk for a couple days afterwards.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
With how rough, hard and fast he can be, sometimes it doesn’t take that long for you or him to reach your orgasm in record time
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Risky is Jimmy’s middle name
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Depending on the motivation and how horny he is, he can go for at least a couple rounds
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Yes, toys are always used in some way or another
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He loves seeing how wet he can make you so, he’s big into teasing you
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
For the most part he’s quietish but he can be loud if he feels the need to be
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Don’t know what to put for this one as Jimmy is a character of Taron’s.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He doesn’t like to brag but he’s pretty proud of what’s between his legs
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Sex is always on his mind so, it’s pretty high
Z = Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)
He usually waits until you have fallen asleep before he closes his eyes to at least rest.
===
Tag List:
@elizami11s
@geo-winchester
@stilessbaseballbat
@elstashle
7 notes · View notes
Text
Where I Belong Series
Summary: Let’s get small glimpses of Eddie, Salem and Fox’s daily lives. No order required, read it as you wish.
Pairings: Eddie Kingston x Fox (reader), Salem (daughter)
Tumblr media
Spa Day at the Kingston’s Household
Tumblr media
Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @eddie-kingstons-wifey
“Alright, this is what we’ve got” Eddie tossed the contents of the small basket on top of the coffee table, causing all the sheet face masks to fall on the white wood “Which one do you like?” His green eyes were fixed on the pair of equal emerald orbs in front of him. Salem bit the inside of her cheek as she went through the large selection of face masks.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of something sparkly and neon pink and she suddenly squealed “This one, daddy”
“Cool, can you read it for me, please?” He encouraged her with a soft smile. Whenever he was home, Eddie always tried to make up for the lost time in regard to Salem’s education. She was currently learning how to read and you had mentioned the night before that your daughter was having a bit of trouble keeping up with the other kids at school, she was getting upset because she couldn’t read as well as her classmates did, so you decided to do some extra reading at home by asking her to help you read her bedtime stories and grocery packages.
Salem shook her head as defeat took over her features at the sight of such a long word.
“C’mon, chickadee. You can do it! I know you can, baby!” Eddie sat by her side on the couch and began separating the words for her “S-T-R-A-W. What sound does it make?”
“Straw?” She asked, unsure if that was the correct answer
“That’s right, baby! Straw. Good job!” He kissed her hair softly “Now, B-E-R-R-Y”
“Berry?”
“That’s it! Now, let’s put them all together, straw…”
“Strawberry” Salem giggled excitedly when Eddie smiled back.
“Oh, that’s my girl! Gimme five” He offered his hand for a high five and Salem happily smacked her little hand on top of Eddie’s palm. “See? I told you you could do it! You’re smart as hell, chickadee! Just like your mama”
Salem giggled a shy “Thank you” as Eddie grabbed the nail polish basket next “Alright, baby boo, what color do you want this week?”. Salem thought carefully and settled for a baby pink with purple glitter and Eddie carefully set the two nail polish bottles on the side.
“Those are some pretty colors, chickadee. Nice choice!” He praised your daughter before he sighed “Alright, I think we’ve got everything we need”
“No, daddy. We don’t have our drinks, snack, or movie on!”
“Oh my goodness how could I forget the drinks, the snack, and the movie?!” Eddie overdramatically shook his head before he walked to the kitchen.
After a few minutes, he returned to the living room with a large plate of M&M’s and three Disney-themed cups all filled up with soda. Eddie placed his Sulley mug beside your Ursula one on the coffee table and gave Salem her Scar cup before he grabbed the remote control to search for a movie.
”Do we have a choice already?” You asked from the hallway as you returned from the laundry room, where you had just put Eddie’s dirty road clothes to wash.
“Not yet” Salem spoke with the straw still in her mouth. Her breath caused the soda to bubble up and she giggled when small particles of the drink splashed on her face.
“Be careful, honey. Don’t choke” You caressed her hair before hugging Eddie from behind. “I’m so glad that you’re home” Your breath caressed his back through his white shirt, and he smiled at your words and the feeling of your body against his.
“I know, Foxy. Me too” Eddie untangled himself from your embrace so he could toss his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer to his embrace. “It’s been a hectic couple of weeks and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be with you and chickadee again or I was gonna lose it”. He took advantage of Salem’s distraction, as she counted the red M&M’s on her plate, to steal a kiss from your lips. “I missed you so much” Eddie whispered against the corner of your lips and you smiled softly “I missed you too, baby. I was scared when Mox sent me the video of your match” You shivered as the memories flooded your mind.
“Indie matches are no joke, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”. He squeezes you tightly as he pressed play on The Little Mermaid. “What matters is that I got to come home to my girls and now we get to be together” Eddie pecked your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes “You and Salem are my world. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have my girls with me”.
“We’ll always be with you, Eddie! It used to be you and me against the world, and now it’s you, me, and Sae against the world. And that is a deadly combo”. You chuckled while he nodded in return “Oh, we’re unstoppable, fox”.
Eddie hugged you tightly as you whispered against his jaw “I love you, baby”
“I love you more, foxy” He kissed your forehead before Salem squealed “Mommy, daddy. You’re missing the beginning, c’mon!” She clapped excitedly as she sang along to Fathoms Below.
44 notes · View notes
holdmytesseract · 1 year
Note
Congrats on 1k!
My favourite line would be from For Evigt by Volbeat: happiness, I'm sorry you've been on hold . I would love Tom Hiddleston himself, please and thank you, you gem 💕
a/n: Thank you so much for requesting and especially your kind words! 🥰 I hope you like what I wrote! 🧡 I chose a very young Tom for this, but we talked about this. 😉
Warnings: mutual pining? fluff
Word Count: 1058
Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @fictive-sl0th @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @lady-rose-moon @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique
Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist
Based on this song:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Long Way 'Round
"You are kidding me, right?" Emma literally snorted out, as she sat across from you at the small table in the cosy coffee shop in London. It was a very rainy day today. Big grey clouds were hanging in the sky of London - typically British weather. That was one reason why you agreed to meet up with your friend Emma - sister of your schoolgirl crush, and now, uh, adulthood and actor crush, Tom. The other reason was, that you hadn't seen her in ages and today, the both of you had finally time to meet up.
You shook your head, scratching the back of your neck nervously. "No, I'm not." The blonde, young woman shook her head; clearly in disbelief. "Y/N... I just can't believe it... For how many years are you drooling over my brother now, huh? Since when do you have a crush on him?" "Uh... Since, uh, since college..." "Exactly!" Emma exclaimed, throwing her hands helplessly in the air. "You went to college together. You went to university together; spent so much time together - and not just in school...  You did 'Unrelated' together - and are now about to do 'Wallander' together! Hence, Y/N, you two are obviously head over heels into each other! Everybody can see this - except you and Tom..." You felt your cheeks redden at her words. Emma wasn't wrong. You were head over heels into Tom - for years now. But you never gotten any signals from Tom, that you were more for him than just his best friend... Shrugging helplessly your shoulders, you replied: "H-He never gave me any signs... How should I know?" Emma looked at you, dumbfounded, blinking. "He didn't give you any signs? Sweetie, he gave you so many signs, I lost counting!" "W-What? What are you talking about?" Emma blinked again. "Seriously?! Did you never notice how he looks at you? Or how he always tries to be close to you? Gods, he's so nervous around you from time to time as well and he already introduced you to our whole family! His hand is always close to you and he smiles and laughs so much more! Y/N, if that isn't love, I don't know what it is..." You just stared at Emma for a moment, letting her words sink in. Nobody else had told you that before, but now that she had said it out loud, everything was suddenly making sense. Several scenes and pictures played out in your mind; your brain showing you the 'evidences' like a movie in a cinema. She was right... Emma was so right... Suddenly you saw everything clear now. How could you be so blind? "E-Emma, I..." You stammered; your brain overwhelmed by the sudden realisation. "Y-You are right, I... Gods, I was so blind..." The blonde woman nodded, giggling victoriously. "You were, yep... But don't worry, Tom is blind, too." Just as you wanted to answer her, you heard the significant ringtone, coming from your mobile - which told you Tom was trying to call you.
Emma seemed to notice, that you blushed even further, causing her to count one and one together. "Answer him!" She urged you, nudging your side. You did, accepted the call. "Tommy?" "Hi, darling." The Brit's charming, happy voice sounded through the speaker. "I just wanted to ask, if our date with the cinema still stands?" Your eyes widened. Shit, you forgot about it. "Um, yes, of course, sure!" "Great. I'll pick you up in an hour, alright?" "That's perfect, thank you." "Great! I'm looking forward to it. Bye!" "Me too, bye!" You hung up again, facing Emma again. "The cinema date?" "Uh.Huh. He picks me up in an hour, so, uh, I guess I should leave now. Is it okay for you if I-" Your friend didn't even let you finish your sentence. "Of course, go! And don't forget to finally tell him you love him!"
About one and a half hours later, you and Tom sat in the cinema, watching 'Journey to the Centre of the Earth'. It wasn't a super scary movie, but a few scenes caused you to flinch and reaching instinctively for Tom's hand. You pulled your hand away again, of course, but at some point, you just forgot to pull away. It felt so right, was so soothing and comfortable, that your hand stayed in his until the credits of the movie rolled. Only then did you notice your 'faux-pas'...
"O-Oh, Tom, I'm sorry!" You stammered, trying to retreat your hand from his hand. But Tom didn't let you, just gripped on tighter. He loved the feeling of your hand in his. "I-I just forgot about it a-and needed something to hold on and-" You tried to quickly and hastily explain - but got shut up by Tom's lips suddenly crashing into yours. It was something you definitely didn't see coming. It was quite a bit out of the blue. Before your brain was able to catch up and your mouth ready to kiss back, Tom pulled back again; now clearly embarrassed and sad that you seemingly didn't have the same feelings for him. "I-I, uh, I'm so sorry, darling! I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, because, I-I just took a chance, thinking that you probably are-" This time, you decided to just cut him off and lean over to kiss him, taking now Tom by surprise. The curly haired man's eyebrows shot up, shock, but also relief painted all over his face. He didn't hesitate, kissed you back and pulled you closer while cupping your cheeks in his hands.
Panting and out of breath from the long overdue kiss you shared, you smiled at Tom - and Tom was giving you a toothy grin in return. "Why did we do that only now, Y/N? Gods, we wasted so many years..." You huffed, knowing that he was right. "Yeah... Sadly this is true. We pretty much took the long way 'round, eh?" You said, taking both his hands into yours, not bothering the leaving people around you and him. Tom was beaming by now, his baby blue eyes shining. "Happiness, I'm sorry you've been on hold - but not anymore." You had to giggle at Tom's almost poetic words, before you nodded, "Not anymore..." and leaned in to kiss him again.
38 notes · View notes
miintsprigz · 1 year
Text
Ohio RTC live-blogging
I watched the Saturday stream, and I documented my thoughts because hyperfixation goes brrrr
HEADS UP
there was a lot of ableism in the chat (I do discuss what it entails below so you’ve been warned) so I was distracted at the end of the stream
-Karnak’s frantic tone during the accident + freeze frame moment, very cool
-them holding up the prizes
-Constance’s mumbled “sorry”
-post-possession Noel and Mischa stuff is so good (the o.e face and shoulder shake)
-I don’t like Ricky’s disability being stolen again, but I do like the fact that they’re happy that he’s happy, seems to be “bro”ing it up with Mischa a bit, I do love that
-JANE! (OVERANALYZES LIKE CRAZY) The way she tips her head a lot like it doesn’t fit her body comfortably. She sounds so timid…awww, honey…she moves a bit like her body is off-balance from the new head, I love the details
-I see evidence of platonic (at least) spacedolls already. Ricky waved at Jane!!!
-BREASTMILK CHEESE SANDWICH EATING BLEGH
-even in the “ocean’s life” segment Jane’s movements are just a BIT off. I think it’s cool when the Jane is taller in the cast, makes me think of a Barbie/pos
Poor gal seems real uncomfy in those lenses tho, can’t blame her
-all of the cast looks like they’re having the time of their life
-Mischa’s mannerisms are already cracking me up
-I am appreciating Noel very much in this production tbh, very sharp-tongued and excellent emoting in the face
-Jane’s delivery of That One Line (I hear it gives you an—)
-despite the small theatre and tech limits because of that, they really do well getting the point across with the props
-gosh props to Noel that change takes too long even in the main show, but he works it
-RICKY’S LIL SHIMMY IN THE BEGINNING OF NOEL’S LAMENT AND HE SEEMS TO ACTUALLY BE PLAYING ACCORDION!!!
-CAN ALL MISCHAS EVERYWHERE STOP BEING SO PRETTY, RESPECTFULLY!!
-THAT NOIR FILM IN THE BACK, I LOVE!
-ngl I’m in love with this Ricky
-these dances are so fun!
-not a ton of Nischa in here with the end of the lament but—
-Constance’s “w h y” after the F word joke
-B O N S O I R
-them adding improv in ESGAL is a bit silly, but oh, RuPaul ref. That blindsided me lol
-RICKY AND JANE ARE GROOVING TO MISCHA’S INTRO TOGETHER AWWWW THEYRE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!
-they seem to be sort of un-possessed in TSIA, and Mischa seems a bit more friendly in this production so I think that fits decently
-RICKY HAS A LOW RANGE HEYYYY (Debby Ryans)
-I love how they try to make it like he can’t remember his rap—or can he actually not remember? Either way they played it off like it was on purpose and I appreciate that
-interesting how Jane’s a stand-in for Talia, cuz she could be anyone, she’s a blank body sorta
-I love the dances so so much, how they seem to be fencing Mischa in, and HE SINGS SO WELL, they did their best with the projector and got it across
-The way he just SITS DOWN AWWWW HON HE LOOKS SO SAD
-NOEL AND MISCHA HUG? NOEL AND MISCHA HUG!!!! AWWWWW IM CRYIN they seem so genuine about that whole part! person I’ve tagged said they noticed Mischa is audibly crying for quite a bit, poor dear
-again, Mischa encourages Ricky, I appreciate this! They see the Ricky and Mischa friendship supremacy!!!
-Mischa and Jane acting like generally strange parents and tHE FAKE ACTION SCENES which I genuinely think should have been in the original
-the implication that zolar daydreams came from food poisoning, this poor lad, I know it’s not exclusive to this version but dang
-this Ricky is just very captivating, I think this is a part that takes a lot of…uhhh, chutzpah, to play
-(sees Jane being a very passionate kitty) … (adds to spacedolls evidence folder)
-hehe I love that Mischa is Count Dogula
-also that black hole sound frequency reference made me so happy (“68 octaves below the middle C”)
-this Mischa has ADHD imo and I live for it
-AW JANE HAS SUCH A TINY MEMORY BOX. …big enough for a head. Cruel.
-they really worked with what they had for the background on Jane’s song. The way she blends into the scenery fits. That’s what she’s been doing this whole show. Also her trying so hard to grab her memory box and it’s always out of reach ;A;
-HER VOICE IS EXCELLENT this is impressing me in a bigger way than I thought it would
-the shadows moving!!! the way she can kind of recall knowing them, but not enough to know their faces or names
-the circling with the lights does make me think she’s falling, and the fact that she’s holding an umbrella…and sounds like she’s crying at the end…she’s so alone dude, I care her
-that last note was like a final scream
-Noel and Jane interaction!!! something I never see!!! I love it!
-Ricky is so gentle with Jane ;-;
-THEYRE HAVING FUN!!! SO CUTE!!!
-(chat is ableist about someone either ticcing, stimming, or having a meltdown in the audience and distracts me)
-Sugarcloud was excellent sorry I was too busy being full of rage
-Piano go breaking noises
-“you will soar to great heights” o u c h
-THE GROUP HUG AND THE BACKWARDS ROLLERCOASTER SOUNDS
-AW CONSTANCE AND OCEAN AND RICKY AND NOEL SPINNING EACH OTHER
-MISCHA AND NOEL DANCING!
-THEYRE SO HAPPY
-ACAPELLA DREAM OF LIFE WITH GROUP HUG HITS REALLY DIFFERENTLY
Do I have criticism? Uhhh well it wasn’t perfect but hey, from what I saw they didn’t have a ton to work with (nobody’s fault there) and they used their resources well.
I also constantly have to remind myself of the fact that this show has a cast of at most eight people acting, and it makes sense that it’s difficult to remember all of your lines, and the fact that everybody has a solo song!!!
I dream of some day playing an alto Jane, although I doubt it will ever happen, but I’m not sure I’m talented enough to do with this cast attempted
Also frick the people in chat who were being jerks about that audience member. git gud, Ricky would hate you you’re breaking the one rule
56 notes · View notes
sparkedblaze · 10 months
Text
PART 3 LET'S GOOOOO
*sigh*
Parts 1 and 2
@raggedy-albert tagging you bc you yelled at me ;-;
T/W cursing, talk of violence
"WHERE DOES IT SAY A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK WHY SHOULD YOU ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN WHY SHOULD YOU SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE LIVIN' TRAPPED WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FUTURE EVEN AT SEVENTEEN BREAKIN' YOUR BACK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SAKE"
THOSE LYRICS HIT SO FUCKING HARD MY DUDES
JEREMY JORDAN'S VOCALS HOLY SHIT
HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS
MOVEMENTS
HIS A C T I N G
"I'll be there"
"Just be real is all I'm askin'."
"I GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN'T GOT SAAAAANTAAAAAAAAA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
That's the end of act 1. I only just finished act 1. I pause it too much to type everything out. And also I napped earlier and it felt g r e a t
Finch laying across the table
"Just ask a fish in the desert"
LES SITTING UNDER THE TABLE
"Why do old people talk?" "To prove they's still alive"
Mush's eyeroll
Squeeze Elmer's shoulder
FRONT PAGE?!
IAIN'S SMILE FUCK HIS SMILE IS SO DAMN CUTE
"WOULD YA LOOKIT THAT'S ME!"
"WHERE'S ME?! WHERE'S ME?!"
"I WON'T BE LAST IN LINE FOR THE TUB TONIIIGHT"
Tommy snatching the pape from Davey
"There's a headline even Elmer could sell"
HENRY'S LAUGH/REACTION TO ^
"JACK DON'T RUN FROM NO FIGHT"
"Take it down shortstop"
"FOR JUMPIN' JACKS SAKE CAN YOU STOW THE SERIOSITY LONG ENOUGH TO JUST DRINK IN THE MOMENT"
HIS LIL PUNCHIES
Albert's look of disgust at being touched without permission
"I'M FAYHMUS"
Henry: So?
"When ya fayhmus tha woild is ya erster."
😕 Wot?
????
"Ya erster"
"What are you saying???"
"EY YAKNOW YA FANCY CLAM WIT THA POIL INSIDE"
"O Y S T E R"
"HOW MUCH DOES BEIN' FAYHMUS P A Y?!"
"U DON'T🚫 NEED MONEY 💲 WHEN UR FAYHMUS😎 THEY GIVES YA WHATEVA YA WANT G R A T I S"
HEARING THE FIRST LIKE CHORDS (?) OF KONY IS THE BEST BC KONY IS THE BEST SONG IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY HOW LONG THIS POST ALREADY IS P MUCH ONLY WITH KONY THINGS
RACE AND KATH DOING THE PLAYFUL HIT THINGS
WHY DID THEY CHANGE RACE'S LINE?! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR ROMEO TO WANT A PERMANENT BOX AT THE SHEEPSHEAD RACES
"Oh no"
*tucks emotional support stick under arm* "knOBBin WIt AlL DA MuCKeTY MuCks I'M BLowIN MY doUGH AND gOIN dELuxE"
Statue of Liberty
The obscene amount of times Racer sticks his tongue out
Raver ruffling Mush's hair
"AMSCRAY PUNK"
"BUNCHA WET NOODLES" "PULITZER'S POODLES"
Davey and Ike playing dogs even after everyone else drops it
EVERY SINGLE FACE IN THE POODLES SCENE
Lemme just (bad quality but I can’t clip it ;-;)
Tumblr media
LIKE ALBERT WTF ARE YOU DOING???
JOJO MY MAIN MAN WHY
RACER THAT SMILE CREEPY AS HELL STOP
DAVEY AND IKE, AS STATED ABOVE
MIKE WTF
ELMER LOOKING ABSOLUTELY DONE
"LET'S GET DRUNK" 😃 Y E A H "NOT WITH LIQUOR" 😧
Clap
Hop
TAPPITY TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP MAKE ME STIM SO HARD ILY
FINCH AND HIS SUSPENDERS
EVERYONE GETTING OFFENDED AT GETTING ONE UPPED
TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP
KICK
SPIN
BUMP BUMP
BUTTONS'S BROOM
EVERYONE GETTING SPOONS
"A L R I G H T RED"
SMALLS
ILY
SPOON FIGHT
EVERYONE JOINING IN
"GOT EM"
CHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCCCKCKCKCCH
TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP
*shoving Kath out of chair*
*cleans off ground with hat*
BOOOOOOOOOOOOO
THE WAY THEIR LITTLE ARM THING TICKLES MY BRAIN
Albert: Ehhhh Albert: Oh shit that's actually p good
THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD
"LOOK AT ME I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK"
"THIS IS GONNA MAKE BOTH THE DELANCEYS PEE IN THEIR PANTSIES"
ELMER'S FACE
FINCH'S LIL FACE BANDAGE
THE SHOT WHEN THEY SING "GUTS AND GLORY"
SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN
TKTKTKTKTKTKTTKTTKTKTTKTKTKTKT
"OF NEW YORK!!!"
SEEING THEM ALL OUT OF BREATH AND GRINNING AND IK THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN
SMALLS
Point
Clapclap clap
ROMEO AND FINCH HAVING SO MUCH FUN
FUCK WAIT NOW IT'S LETTER FROM THE REFUGE
"Dear Jack..."
I paused it.
I don't wanna watch anymore ;-;
I wanna pretend they're all still happy and tappin' around Jacobi's
"Guess I wasn't much help yest'aday"
"Oh, yeah, Jack This is Crutchie by the way"
Andrew Keenan Bolger is just so fuckin good
"So far they ain't brung us no fooood..." lol
"Maybe though... heh heh... Not tonight..."
"We miiiight just go..."
Definitely NOT Ike sleeping next to him SHHHHHHHHHHHHH
"Damn this place."
"Your friend Your best friend Your brother Crutchiiiieeeee"
Albert Some other redheaded newsie: "Enough already!"
Everyone looking for Jack
MISS MEDDA I FUCKING LOVE YOU
Jack pretending to not be crying
"You're a gem"
"Does it matta?"
"If you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place"
"How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?!" Jack: Ffs 🙄
"Why don't I leave you with your boyfriend?"
"YaevathinkIdidntwannabefound"
"A B O V E THE FOLD"
Bap
Smack
They're so close just lean forward a lil and give him a lil smooch
Poke
:|
"JUST LIKE I SAID"
"We're inevitable"
"Fame is one intoxicating potion"
"Yes he did and then he died :)"
Kath's lil supportive nod
"Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room"
JACK'S ART
"Lighten up, no one died."
LES'S LIL WORRIED FACE WHEN JACK TELLS THEM ABOUT CRUTCHIE
"If I wanted a sermon I would show up for church."😠
"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good."
"Exactly."
"Here's how it goes-"
T E E T H
"Jackie think about it"
JACK HOW WERE YOU EXPECTING TO MAKE IT IN SANTA FE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY A SNAKE RATTLES
"poor GUYS head IS SPINNING"
"Whywouldhesendforthegoonsanentirearmydozensofgoonsplusthecopsand-"
Kath’s amazement at Jack admitting being wrong
ETHAN’S DUMB FACE 😭😭😭
“Stay on track”
“AND WEVE GOT JACK”
Spit shake
Davey being disgusted
“And I’ve got a date!!!”
Kath being nervous asf to confront her dad
“The newsies are striking against… me”
Kath trying to melt into her chair
I’m gonna kick Snyder
*WHACK* “WHAT GOOD WOULD QUIET DO ME”
Kath’s panic when Jack shows up
“Ask and ye shall be received”
S i t
“Good aftanoon bois”
“Aaand which Jack Kelly is this? The charismatic union organizer? Or the petty thief, and escaped convict?”
“Which one gives us more in common? Eh?” *wiggles finger*
“Crowwlin”
“Want i should save ya a spot on the bill?”
B o y
“When New York wakes up to-“ 😗🧐 “-front page photos of our rally”
“Even some reporters”
THE BIG REVEAL
JACKS FACE
KATHS FACE
“Yeeeeeessss”
Why does Pulitzer hit his desk so much? Take a Xan and calm down my guy
I’m gonna kick Snyder pt 2
THE DELANCEYS CATCHING AND HOLDING JACK SO HE CANT GET OUT DHSGWHMFKE
Morris looking 100% done with Pulitzers shit
“They know I don’t care” 🙂
“Tossed 🫴🏼➰ to the rats🐀 Will they ever be able to thank you enough?💅🏻”
BOTTOM LINE REPRISE
I like that he calls Jack ‘Cowboy’ in this song as a little homage to the original, but (bc I saw Livesies first) I was so confused when I watched it at first.
So ik they only use the newsies to move sets bc they can go fairly unnoticed by the audience when they’re going on and off stage. But just the idea that even if they aren’t actually there with him, them still do everything for Pulitzer is a statement to me
Morris hopp of stairrrrrrs
*bonk bonk bonk* “That there… is firm”
Jacks lil tantrum
“NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAYYY”
HELLO SPOT LOML
TOMMY BRACCO 😍😍😍 (congrutalions on his engagement 😭😭)
THE LIL GAP IN HIS TEETH IS EVERYTHING TO ME
Reasons I love Brooklyn (from left to right:
Graves
Myron
Spot
Hotshot
Bart
Ty for coming to my Ted Talk
“We’ll getcha payback with some PAY BACK”
Speepy Jack
Spot’s dramatic ass taking his hat off
“BOROUGH WHAT GAVE ME BOITH”
Everyone else hurriedly taking off their hats
“FRIENDLIEST PLACE ON OITH”
“PAYUS A VISIT AND SEE WHAT WE MEANS”
“AND WHEN YA DOOOOOO”
“WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS”
Definitely totally Jack Kelly on that printing press and definitely NOT Devin Lewis
The entirety of the boroughs introducing themselves
PFFPTTHHH
“WE IS HEEEEEERRRREEEE”
Davey’s first spit shake without wiping it off 🥹
MISS
MEDDA
LARKIN
Bart’s lil hops 🥺🥺
THE CROWD CONTROL
Eyebrows
Jack Jack Jack Jack
Everyone smacking signs against the ground
“Youwannabetalkedtolikeanadultstartactinlikeone”
Racer’s smile 😭😭😭
“That’s was a lousy thing to do” Everyone else: HELL YEAH IT WAS
Elmer’s Graves’ smile
Pulitzer
Tumblr media
S H O V E
“He’s a sellout”
JACK RAISING HIS HAND AT LES
“YOU'RE A TRAITOR JACK”
DAVEY'S DEVASTATION
“HESAIDYOUCOULDGOTHROUGHMYSTUFF?!”
Kath plz be more considerate
THE
FUCKING
PROJECTIONS
"A little different from where you were raised?" s n a t c h
"I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ONE TO TALK ABOUT TURNIN' ON FOLKS"
"Ya ffffffffADDA"
"a ffffffist in ya mouth"
Finger wiggle
Paper wiggle
"good for you"
"The children's crusade..."
"Oh no"
"Ya just gonna take back lAta"
Gotta be honest, Something to Believe In makes me so irrationally angry. Their whole relationship feels forced and only there for the romance grab :)
I feel like they could've done a lot with Kath's character without making her fall for Jack
Like it makes sense that Jack would feel things for her. She represents this freedom he's never gotten to have. She helped get the newsies a better hand in life. Granted it isn't perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better. Not to mention all the newsies have the emotional range of a speck of dust.
Kath, on the other hand, seems very in tune with her emotions. She knows how she feels about Jack during Watch What Happens, and I personally don't think much changed between them between that and StBI.
I think it would've been far better to have Jack, this emotionally ignorant artist pining after Kath, the 'sure of herself' journalist helping make a better life for his family, despite the repercussions of going against her father, who was originally in it just to further her career but has grown to care for and love all of these kids.
Have I mentioned the projections?
I also haven't mentioned this at all, but I love the newsies that push in Jack's 'penthouse' and just sit at the bottom of the set pieces.
Bump
SHOVE
Also seeing Kath deck Jack right here (bc she doesn't know how to respond to him trying to kiss her) would be so much better than a kiss
Don't ask me why, just trust me
Their hug at the end of it though
IS IT NORMAL TO KNOW WHICH NEWSIE IS GOING UP THE STAIRS BY THEIR SILHOUETTE?
"We could hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser"
"Hey!" "Hm?" "It's good to have you back again"🥰 "Shaddup."
BillDarcy
Y'ALL THEY TRADED VESTS AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE EITHER OF THESE BOYS ARE STRAIGHT???
Darcy's disgust
"B B Bill. So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst." "And proud to be a part of your revolution"😃
Nicholas Masson rolling his sleeves up-
Can we talk about how perfect a Javey first kiss would've been at "we ain't come this far to lose" without Kath being there
"HEEEEERRRREEE THEY COOOOMMMMEEE"
Tommy Bracco
Albert's lil nod
Smalls doing nothing but wiggling that bolt
look look
"BLEED EEEEM"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FREEDOM"
Spot doing nothing but standing and looking intimidating
WHACK
HENRY HELP SMALLS
Ty 🥰
ALL THE ANGLES THROWING PAPES
"TEN THOUSAND FISTS"
LAYERS
LAYERING VOCALS IS MY KRYPTONITE
A;SLDKFHAPSHGPAIUSFGP
BAM "THERE'S CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALL"
THE FUCKING KEY CHANGE A;LSDGHPAOUSFGPANS I SCREAM. I CRY. I FOAM AT THE MOUTH. I LOVE THIS SHOW
Stomp
"WELL I'M SORRY-I AM-"
"Sorry"
"Such language"
"MORNIN GENTS"
hat
I didn't know you could throw money in an inherently queer-coded way but here we are
The way Jack sits in the chair and gets confy
"Oh, we're your loyal employees"
"Oooohhhh"
"WHAT'S THAT MAKE YOU"
Ben Fankhauser
The chorus starting up again and Jack just 👀
Spot taking off his hat again
wavey wavey wavey
Race 'cheers'ing with his cigar
"So what's your next move"
MISS
MEDDA
"Joseph Joseph Joseph"
Hummy hummy hummy
"Bully"
Shakes hand "My god"
"I'd do it with a SMILE"
"A soft head"
"He doesn't do happiness does he?"
HANNAH
HANNAH ILY
"I'm young. I ain't stupid"
"I GOT CONTITUENTS WITH A LEGITIMATE GRIPE"
Wiggle finger
"iT's a CoMprOMIse WE cAn All LiVE WiTH"
Tumblr media
Spit shake
"andtheWorldwillknow"
TOMMY
FINCH
RACE BUTTONS ALBERT ROMEO I LOVE ALL OF YOU
THEIR SIGNS
HUGS FOR EVERYONE
Why does every actor who plays Roosevelt look exactly the same????
"Ya miss me?!" YES😭
Davey swallowing his laugh when Crutchie calls Roosevelt 'your highness'
"Don't sweat it, gov"
"tarantulas?"
"And we're family" YEAH YOU ARE BABY
"show me that backseat I been hearing so much about"
Albert's gimme gimme gimme motion
"G U Y S"
Race's lil hop
"I been I been BUSY"
smacksmacksmack
"CARRYIN THE BANNER MAN TO MAN"
"HERE'S THE HEADLINE"
Jeremy Jordan counting his steps
"WHOO"
"OF NEW YORK"
*incoherent shouting* "NEWSIES OF NEW YOOOORK AYOOOOO"
Tommy being slightly off
Kick
Spin
Flip
Clap clap
CHAZ WOLCOTT IS SO FKING TALENTED
shrug
BART
slide
I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS DARCY DOING FLIPS WITH NICK MASSON (WHO PLAYS BILL)
Specs falling when they do the lil cartwheels
All their lil hops and bows
THE DELANCEYS HANDSHAKE
AKB
Kara Lindsay being a lil early
JJ almost eating it
HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE- Race, Mike, Ike, and Spot
JJ boogeyin
Kara and Ethan boogeyin
Kara and Jordan hugging
Nick swinging from the set
Ben and Sky doing a handshake and Ben almost knocking Sky over going for a chest bump when Sky wanted a hug
I DID IT
I FINISHED IT WITH ENOUGH ROOM
I HONESTLY THOUGHT KONY WOULD MAKE ME NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT I THINK STBI COUNTERED IT
16 notes · View notes
roach-pizza · 18 days
Text
5 Lines Tag
I was tagged by @somethingclevermahogony . These are all from my contemporary forbidden romance, Hey Can I Get Your Number?(HCI)
A Funny Line: (Ramon and Jenna are siblings. [This is to indicate phone call/text messages])
Jenna groaned as she took out her phone. She then clicked on a contact “Shit head”. She then put the phone on speaker. “Ramon! Are you on drugs?” Jenna asked the second Ramon answered.  [W-What?] Ramon asked, although something was different about his voice. Irving could be heard in the background trying to suppress laughter.  “Cirris just told me about what you told him in the car. It’s been two months!? Are you high!?” She then asked. Nothing on the other end. “Hello!? Ramon!?” Still nothing. Cirris furrowed his brows before his eyes went wide. He then tapped Jenna on the shoulder and before she could speak he gestured to keep quiet, then to hang up the phone. When she did he then took out his phone and called Ramon. When he spoke it was Irving who answered.  [H-Hello…] He asked, trying to maintain composure. Ramon could be heard in the background, his laughter muffled. “I just wanted to check in on Monty.” He said. It took Jenna a few more seconds, but then she realized something. [He-He…He-He’s good…Less stressed that’s for sure.] He stated as he tried to calm down. Ramon said something unintelligible, but it made Irving crack up. [I had just gotten him to smoke a little with me, and when it finally hit, J-Jenna called-] The professor cut himself off as the two started laughing.
A Joyful Line: Irving is an Art History professor, and loves art. (It's a toss between him being incapable of being creative, or suffering from grief fed art's block)
The man reached for his bong again and took a hit. When he spoke he held his breath. “I love art. I love looking at it, studying it.” Irving explained, grinning.
A line with fear:(Ramon does actually suffer from stress induced night terrors, and but he can't tell his father 'btw I wanna bang an employee of mine'. Father Lutan is also a wicked, evil bastard.)
The professor was about to ask another question when Ramon got a phone call. The man let out a huge sigh, before connecting his phone to the car speaker. He gestured to Irving to be quiet, and he answered. “Good evening, father.” Ramon began as his mouth slowly dried. “Son, why was your meeting canceled? You do understand the importance of this year don’t you?” The elderly man began. His tone was commanding, cold, and callus. “Y-Yes. I understand. It was the nightmares again.” The man lied. Irving’s body tensed, and though he wasn’t looking Ramon waved his hand to try to reassure him. “Believe it or not, father, mental health is important.” It wasn’t long before the two were out of the tunnels. As Ramon spoke, Irving turned the sound on his cellphone off, he didn’t need to make a dumb decision even worse.
A line with temperature: (While yes Ramon and Irving are the big/small dynamic. Irving is the big spoon lol.)
Irving looked at it before looking at Ramon; his face warmed as he stared back at the hoodie. His face grew hotter and darker as he took it and put it on. The fabric was some of the nicest fibers he had felt. It was soft, and kept the early spring chill off of him completely. However when he pulled the sleeves down he noticed it was unusually long.
A line with color: (Irving.exe has stopped working. reboot?)
The first thing he noticed was Ramon was wearing a muted red suit, paired with a dark grey collared shirt and matching red tie. His long dark hair sat loose around his shoulders. “I don’t mind, but you will need to keep the window down.” He replied as he tousled his hair lightly. Irving didn’t respond immediately, he had been completely absorbed in how the man looked. 
Your lines are: A cursed line. A mundane line. A line where a character is laughing. A line where a character is crying. A line with a shape.
I don't have anyone to tag, so if you wanna do it please feel free to do so~ (and tag me so I can read your reply)
4 notes · View notes
mybiasisexo · 2 years
Text
Entangled - Part 5
Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader
Chapter Warning: Language | Alcohol Consumption
Word Count: 5.3k
Author’s Note: Just a heads up... shits hitting the fan yall and its going e v e r y w h e r e 🔥! i feel like the story is going so fast haha. The wildest part is we are still only on day 2 in the story!!! so much happening in 2 days, could you imagine irl🥵? oh girl needs a long rest after this vacation is2g 😴!
Autumn is slowly approaching and I am so glad! I got my pumpkin candles LIT and my sweaters OUT lol 🍁. And who is excited for Minseok's solo??!??? lets goooo 🏃‍♀️!!!! ill enjoy whatever he does, but i am begging! Kim Minseok!! Give us cunt! Give us whips and chains! body rolls!!! I want to be devoured 😩
Enough with the babbling, I am sooo excited and nervous for this chapter. Its one of my favorites, so I hope you enjoy it! As always, reblogs and replies are always appreciated! I LOVE feedback and your thoughts and theories on the plot! Also lmk if youd like to be tagged!! Cheers to seeing our soldier boy soon 🥂! Much love! Have fuuUUUUuUuuuuun~~!
Tumblr media
Twenty minutes later, you rush into your suite with three bags full of soju of various flavors.
Yerim sits at the island, head in her hands. You catch her shoulders bouncing slightly, but can only hear the occasional sniff. Seulgi sits beside her, rubbing her back consolingly. Her head turns towards you once she hears you enter, relief evident in her whole body.
Without saying a word, you tear open a bottle and lay out three shot glasses, filling them up to the brim. The sound of the tiny cups hitting the counter catches Yerim’s attention, and she reaches over for a glass with a slightly shaky hand. She gulps the contents down and you pour her another one, which she empties as soon as it’s full again. You take this one with her, but Seulgi only takes a sip of hers before placing it gently back on the table, her focus solely on her sister.
You’re throwing back another shot when Yerim finally speaks.
“I don’t even know why I’m crying like this.” Her voice is nasally, eyes bloodshot, face blotchy. “He had been practically ignoring me since we touched down and it’s not like we were official or anything. I just… I just really liked him.” 
Chanyeol did have that effect on people, you knew all too well.
Yerim sounds so broken, you can’t help but sympathize with her. You find yourself tearing up as well.
“What did he say exactly?” Seulgi asks slowly, as if she’s afraid she’ll trigger her.
Yerim sighs and cradles a bottle to her chest, letting the coldness calm her. “He told me that being here was putting a lot of things into perspective for him, and that he wasn’t ready to be in a relationship with me. I told him that it was okay, that we could go slow, pick this up again once we were back in Seoul, but he told me no. He said…. He said he didn’t want to continue this at all. That he didn’t want to be with me at all and that–that bringing me here with him was a mistake!”
She starts sobbing, and her wails make your shoulders drop. You feel helpless, standing there watching your friend’s heart break. That helplessness makes you restless, makes you overthink. You want to do something, want to protect her. You want to storm right over to the guy who did this and make him suffer for hurting her. But, being that the man at fault is Park Chanyeol–-the same man you can’t seem to be alone with for two minutes without wanting to suck his face off, disrespectfully–you remain still, contemplating your options.
He did mention that he was taking her out to ‘make things right’. Now that you’re thinking about it, you should have seen this coming. He practically told you what he was planning on doing. You can’t help but to think that yeah, Yerim is suffering right now, but it is for the best. Could Chanyeol have gone about it in a better way? Absolutely. But Chanyeol has never really been one with great hindsight. He goes with how he feels, worries about the consequences later. Clearly. 
There is one thing though, that you believe he still has failed to tell Yerim. The true reasoning behind his rash decision. 
You.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you mutter. It’s time Yerim knew the truth. You take another shot of soju for courage, knowing there are a few ways Yerim will take the news, and some of the options are not pleasant. You sit the glass down with slightly more force than intended, startling the sisters, and cutting of Yerim’s cries.
“Yerim.” Your voice is the most serious it has ever been. You lock eyes and hold it, making sure you have her full attention. She holds your stare, albeit with confusion. “I have something to tell you, something I should’ve told you sooner.”
“What is it?” She asks hesitantly. 
“It’s about Loey,” you reveal. “The truth is, well, him and I–”
“Knew each other in college.” Seulgi loudly interrupts.
Her outburst startles you and you blink at her in surprise. She shrugs, curling her palms up and widening her eyes, helplessly. You know her well enough to gather what she’s trying to say. Now is, in fact, not the time.
“You…did?” Yerim asks, pulling your focus back to her.
“Yeah,” you let out in a huff. All the urgency leaves your body and you slump over the counter in defeat. “All of us did. He’s Baekhhyun’s best friend.”
“Why would he lie about that?” She asks, voice small.
“Because he’s an asshole,” Seulgi says. You nod in agreement.
“So, you were all friends in college?”
“Yes.” You supply. “That’s why he’s a groomsman with the rest of them. Chanyeol was pretty close to all of us but… was closer to some more than others.”
Both you and Seulgi squint your eyes and lean closer to the clueless girl, watching to see if she catches your drift.
“Oh.” She simply says. You both lean back with large sighs.
Her eyelids flutter rapidly before she’s going back for more soju. Once she’s got her fill, she’s gazing up at you. “His name is Chanyeol?”
You nod carefully, still trying to gauge her reaction.
She does her iconic deadly scoff and it’s enough reassurance for you. Your Yerim is coming back. “He didn’t even respect me enough to tell me his real name. He didn’t respect me at all. Was anything he told me even true? Is he even a producer?”
“No, he actually does do that,” Seulgi admits with a wince.
“I need another shot,” Yerim says. You don’t hesitate to fulfill her request.  
Tumblr media
“The boys should be back soon,” you say, laying your slightly spinning head against the back of the couch. Sehun texted you about fifteen minutes ago, letting you know that they were heading back. The plan is for the boys to come to your suite and drink a bit more before heading to their respective rooms to get some sleep for the big day tomorrow. Luckily, the wedding is going to be around 2pm so that you all can get some rest.
You asked Yerim if she was okay with the boys hanging out at your suite, and she said that as long as Loey–’oh yeah, that’s right, it’s Chanyeol’–wasn’t going to be here, she had no qualms. Plus she likes Sehun.
You don’t think she’s going to make it. She polished off three bottles of soju and is absolutely wrecked at the moment, making you from last night seem sober in comparison.
She’s sprawled out on the couch, head resting on Seulgi’s lap. Seulgi runs her fingers through her hair dotingly. Yerim’s eyes are already closed, breath evening out. You’re about to suggest hauling her off to bed when you hear a bunch of voices outside your room.
“Looks like they’re here!” You cheer, excited to be reunited with your favorite people.
There’s a loud bang and a bunch of people exclaiming. You share a confused look with Seulgi before you’re rushing to the door to further investigate. Seulgi lags behind, having to slip from underneath a snoring Yerim.
What greets you is the furthest thing you expect.
Jongdae and Baekhyun are a door down, struggling to carry a deadweight Chanyeol. His arms slung over their shoulders, feet barely touch the ground as he stumbles towards his room. He’s very obviously drunk, if his loud deep voice echoing through the halls is any indicator.
Jongin and Sehun lean against the wall across from you, quietly watching the shit show in amusement. 
Curious, you venture out into the hall, leaving Seulgi to hold the door. She takes in the scene wearily.
“What’s going on?” You ask in a hushed tone as you greet Sehun. He looks agitated, but as soon as he sees you, he’s standing up straight, fear in his bright eyes.
He hisses your name. “Get back in your room. Hurry before he sees you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t question, just go. Go!” He starts pushing you back to your room, but you’re too confused and defiant to oblige to his request. Instead, you fight back, making it difficult for him to shove you away.
Unfortunately, this draws the attention of the others, and as soon as Chanyeol notices you, you realize what Sehun was trying to prevent.
He wails your name, louder than he had been a second ago.
“Fuck,” Sehun mutters.
“Too late.” Jongin whistles lowley. 
“Mel!” Chanyeol cries. Baekhyun and Jongdae struggle under his shifting weight, scrambling to keep him above them. “I fucked everything up. I should’ve never brought her. Now you hate me for good.”
Now is a good time to take Sehun’s advice and run for the hills, but you can’t feel your legs to make an escape. Your breath hitches at his words and your heart starts beating so hard you can hear it in your ears, nearly drowning out his next words.
“It’s my fault,” he continues. His legs buckle beneath him, giving out and dropping him to his knees. Your heart shatters at how broken he sounds, how defeated he appears with his head bowed in shame. “I didn’t fight for you. I thought that’s what you wanted, so I didn’t. I’m sorry, Mel. You have to believe me, I’m so sorry.”
Each word that leaves his mouth chips at your heart, creating cracks on the wall you have built to hold in the dam of your emotions. Slowly they leak through, causing you to shake, your throat to itch, your eyes to burn–all a telltale sign of tears. You have to clench your teeth together to keep the sob in your throat from spilling out.
“I wish you didn’t hate me,” he continues in a broken whisper. “I wish you never left. That’s why I brought her. Because you left, and I couldn’t…. I couldn’t do it, Mel.”
He looks so small, like a lost child. It makes you want to walk over and drape yourself over him. Makes you want to pull him into you, feel the soothing softness of his hair between your fingers, his hot breath at your neck, and tell him that it’s okay. You can forgive him. You will forgive him.
Taking a shaky breath, you go to do just that. You shift your weight so that you can take that step–
“Who’s yelling?” You stiffen at the voice and catch in your peripheral Yerim squinting beside Seulgi, yawning as she scratches her head, very obviously just waking up. “Who’s Mel?”
That’s enough to shatter the illusion, bring you back to your senses. Fear quickly takes over as you realize the situation you’re now in. You want to tell her to go back inside like Sehun did to you earlier. You want to tell her to not worry, to ignore everything and go back to sleep, but before you can say anything, Chanyeol gets a bout of energy and tears away from the guys holding him.
It’s almost in slow motion, the way Chanyeol comes barreling towards you, hands outstretched for you. You can hear the others’ rejection, but their voices sound muffled, as though you’re underwater. Jongdae and Baekhyun rush to try to catch up to him, but his legs are too long for the shorter men.
Chanyeol’s massive hands cradle your head, tilting it back enough to give him the leverage he needs to press his lips harshly against yours.
He’s kissing you.
The shared contact speeds up time, making everything happen so quickly, you can hardly process anything going on. All you are aware of is a blur of warmth and nostalgia and hurt and regret and pain and love–so much fucking love.
You don’t even have time to close your eyes or succumb to the kiss you’ve been secretly craving all this time. No time to react before Chanyeol is being torn away from you with a loud wet pop.
Jongin has jumped in this time to drag Chanyeol back to his room. He’s fighting the whole way, trying to slip out of their grip, begging them to let him go because he wants to be with you. When he realizes his pleas are falling on deaf ears, he turns his attention back to you, reaching out as he gives you the saddest puppy eyes you think you’ve ever seen.
“Come with me,” he pleads urgently. “I want you to stay with me. Mel, please. Please! Give me another chance. You have to give me another chance!”
You can only watch as Baekhyun opens his door, throwing you an apologetic glance as they all tumble inside.
The silence that follows has your ears ringing, but the sound–or lack thereof–has you remembering yourself. Quickly, you spin around to your door, immediately locking eyes with Yerim. She doesn’t look an ounce as drunk or tired as she had before.
“Why did he just kiss you?” She asks, voice dangerously calm.
“Yerim,” you start, but find you’re at a complete loss for words. Your brain is still trying to possess the last few minutes.
“Why did he just fucking kiss you?!” She finally explodes, face red and shaking from the power of her vocals.
You all wince at her volume and guilt swallows you whole, smarting your eyes. You’re just so overwhelmed, everything’s happening so fast and you have no idea what is going on.
“I–I don’t know–”
“You don’t know?” She asks mockingly. “You don’t know why the man I brought here as my date, who just fucking dumped me, ran up and kissed you as if he wanted to be with you the whole time?”
Her words seem to connect some dots, you can practically see the light bulb spark to life over her head as she straightens up, eyes far away as realization dawns on her.
“Holy shit,” she mutters to herself. “It’s you.”
Her wide knowing eyes take you in. It’s almost cruel, the disgust now coating her face as she acknowledges you. “You’re the one he was talking about. The ex-fiancee. Aren’t you?”
“Yerim, please, just let me explain,” you plead.
That’s enough confirmation for her. She takes a step back, away from you. “So, all of you have been lying to me, not just him? You’ve all been in on it. How hilarious it must have been, watching me fall for a man you all knew loved someone else. You probably got together after dinner last night and shared a laugh over how much of an idiot I am.”
Her voice thickens as she speaks, lips quivering and eyes sparkling in the most devastating way. “I know I’m just Seulgi’s little sister to you all but this…. Isn’t this a bit too far?”
“It’s not like that at all.” Seulgi finally speaks. Yerim turns to her and she flinches at the anger aimed her way.
“And you,” Yerim vilely spits. “You are my sister! You’re supposed to protect me! Why didn’t you say anything?”
Seulgi attempts to answer her question, but is also left speechless, unable to conjure an answer that would appease her sister.
Yerim scans all of you. Jongin and Baekhyun have returned, leaving Jongdae to babysit Chanyeol, and silently watch the fight, trying to catch up on what has transpired so far in their absence. “What is wrong with you people?”
“We didn’t say anything because Chanyeol and I are over,” you reveal in a rush, pushing through the tears coating your esophagus. “Yerim, please, he’s just drunk. The wedding is messing with his head, making him nostalgic. I doubt he’ll even remember any of this. We were wrong to not tell you about our connection sooner, and I’m sorry about that. It just took us all by surprise and we didn’t know how to bring it up.”
She glares at you, but it doesn’t hold as much fire as it had prior, so you continue.
“And your sister wanted to tell you. She was pressuring me the whole time to do it, but it never felt like the right time. God, Yerim, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for this trip to become such a mess.”
Your body is shaking again, and your voice wobbles as you push through that damned lump. God you hate this. Hate that Chanyeol had to go around and kiss you, hate that your connection to him is causing someone you care deeply for to hurt. Hate that despite everything, a part of you is wanting to answer his call and run to his room, to apologize for everything and wrap yourself into his familiar embrace. 
As if one of your friends could tell you need comfort, hands are pulling at you, spinning you around to crush you against a firm chest. The action calms you, allows you to focus on your breathing.
“You should have told me,” Yerim continues coldly. “You’re the reason why he kicked me out of our room, the reason he broke off whatever this was we had. If you had told me I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have….”
She finally breaks. A sob leaves her body involuntarily, and she covers her mouth in an attempt to hold them in. Seulgi takes a step towards her to comfort her, but she holds up a hand, warding her back as she tries to calm down. 
The urge to cry has passed and you think you can stand on your own. Lifting your head, you see Baekhyun gazing down at you sympathetically, one of his hands rubbing your back soothingly. You give him a small smile as thanks, and he matches it in reply.
“I want to go home.”
The statement makes everyone’s head turn to the little girl breaking down in the doorway.
“What?” Seulgi is the one to ask.
“I said I want to go home. Now.”
“But the wedding….” Sehun starts.
“Who gives a fuck about the wedding!” Yerim shouts. “These are your friends, not mine! You’ve made that perfectly clear! I don’t want to be here anymore! I don’t want to see any of you again!”
“Let’s go inside,” Seulgi offers, voice gentle and calming. “Let’s just sit down and think through everything, okay?”
“Fine,” Yerim huffs before stomping back into the suite, having everyone share a glance before tiptoeing in after her, piling around the living area.
Yerim slouches on the couch, arms crossed defiantly, eyes on the floor, refusing to acknowledge any of you.
Understandable. Hell, you can’t seem to meet anyone’s eyes either as you slide onto the floor, leaning against one of the large windows, far away from the girl, guilt gnawing at you.
“Seulgi,” Yerim starts, everything about her exhausted. “Will you please search flights for tonight?”
“It’s too late,” Seulgi argues. “And you brought such a beautiful dress for the ceremony. How about I find something for later? You can leave after the wedding, before the reception.”
Yerim lets out a long resigned sigh. “Whatever.”
Taking a deep breath, you draw up your legs, resting your chin on your knees. The silence is overwhelming, and you need to fill it. 
“Chanyeol and I met in our first year of college.” Everyone’s head whips over to you, but you don’t notice, eyeing your knees as though you just discovered them. This is not what you thought you were going to say, but now you have to continue. “We met through Baekhyun. That’s how I met pretty much all of them, actually. How I met Seulgi. Sehun was the only one I knew before. Anyways, I’ve dated before but Chanyeol was different. He always was. I knew. From the moment we were introduced, I knew that he was the one. We both did, I think. It didn’t take long for us to start dating, and it was easy to be with him.”
You take a deep breath and try not to get lost in the past. “We were together all four years of college, and it was at the end of our senior year that Chanyeol proposed, right before our graduation.
“That’s when everything started falling apart,” you reveal in a small voice. “There was just so much we were juggling. Finals, graduation, careers, and now planning a wedding. We were fighting a lot, and I started to doubt the strength of our relationship. I also started to doubt myself. A part of me always felt like I was never good enough to be with Chanyeol. That he would grow tired of me, or find someone more beautiful, someone who understood his interests more, who didn’t call him stupid whenever he made a joke. And because of that fear, I just became Chanyeol’s Girlfriend. For four years, I was constantly by his side, trying to be perfect for him, and I lost myself along the way. Once I realized I was planning on doing that forever, I started panicking. The ring around my finger started feeling like a trap, like it was constricting me. I needed to discover myself, find out the things I, as an adult, as a woman,as me, enjoyed. I needed freedom. So… I called off the engagement.”
You hear numerous gasps throughout the room and remember everyone else. Well, it’s about time the others knew anyway. Neither you nor Chanyeol ever revealed the true reason behind your separation. You did it out of selfishness, afraid you’d be labeled a villain and lose everyone over your decision. When it comes to Chanyeol’s silence, well, you don’t know for sure. But, knowing him, he probably did it for the same reason you did. He was always protecting you.
“That was three years ago,” you press on, lifting your gaze to Yerim so that she knows you’re now addressing her. “Yesterday was the first time we’ve spoken or seen each other since. I’ve had zero contact with him. I had no idea he was bringing a date, let alone that it was you, and I doubt he even knew your connection to us. This wasn’t some elaborate plan to hurt you, Yerim. None of us would ever do that to you, especially Chanyeol.”
“He may be an asshole,” Baekhyun speaks for the first time tonight. “But he’s not cruel. If he ended things with you, it was because he didn’t want to lead you on. Knowing him, it was probably an attempt to protect you from himself.”
It’s eerie how Baekhyun’s statement mirrors your thoughts, but it’s truly just a testament of Chanyeol’s character.
He’s not a bad guy. Just a big idiot.
Now that your story has been told, all eyes are on Yerim as she absorbs all this new information. 
“Okay,” she says so quietly you nearly miss it. “Okay. Thank you for telling me.”
You can only nod.
She goes to stand. “I’m going to bed.” She points at you. “I don’t want you here.”
Your shoulders slump for the nth time today, but you understand. Just because you finally confessed your past affair with her ex whatever-he-is doesn’t mean you automatically gain her forgiveness.
“She can stay with me,” Sehun says.
“And you.” She turns her attention to her sister. “You can stay in her room.”
Seulgi deeply frowns, but nods nonetheless, aware of the role she played in all of this.
“Night. See you all at the wedding, I guess.” Yerim shuffles out of sight, softly closing the door behind her.
“We should get going also,” you say. “Big day tomorrow.”
You head over to your room, changing into some pajamas and grabbing your purse and phone charger, the essentials. 
When you’re back in the living area, the boys are all hovering by the door, waiting for you, while Seulgi slumps on the couch. Her legs spread wide, arms limp at her side, and head tilted over the back of the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling.
You call her name and she turns her head down to gaze blankly at you. “I’m sorry. I know, I should’ve done this yesterday.”
She waves off your apology. “You were going to tell her earlier and I stopped you. It’s my fault just as much as yours. See you tomorrow.”
You all give your farewells and exit the stuffy room. You take the few steps to Sehun’s, he opens the door and you’re slightly surprised when the other boys trail in after you.
You crowd around Sehun’s island.
“So….” Baekhyun purses his lips as he fixes you with a knowing look. “The mystery is finally solved.”
“Do you hate me now?” You ask quietly. You trace random patterns into the cool marble face of the counter. 
“Why would we hate you?” 
“For not telling you. For being the one to break Chanyeol’s heart. He was your friend before I was, I understand if you want to be on his side now.”
“Hey now,” Jongin starts gently, rubbing your arm. “We have always respected your relationship. It’s none of our business why you ended, which is why none of us asked. I mean, of course we were all devastated, and have told both of you as much, but at the end of the day, we aren’t the ones dating. I’m just glad cheating wasn’t involved. That’s what I have always thought happened.”
“Yeah, and about tonight.” Baekhyun shakes his head. “That’s all Chanyeol. We told him to stop drinking the whole time we were out, even going so far as to hide the bottles from him, but he kept finding them! Tonight isn’t your fault, this trip isn’t your fault, so don’t beat yourself up over it, alright?”
“Why was he so drunk anyways?” You ask, leaning more heavily onto the counter.
The boys all share a look.
“He ‘broke up’ with Yerim,” Sehun explains. “And everything started hitting him. That Myeon is getting married and that, well, he didn’t.”
“I think a lot of things he had been shoving down just came out all at once and he didn’t really know how to handle it.” Baekhyun shrugs.
That doesn’t make you feel any better. Another ball of sorrow grows in your throat and you clear it, not wanting to cry, especially for other people. Licking your lips, you swear you can still taste him there, the bittersweetness of nostalgia and your own neglected feelings. 
“Are you going to be okay tomorrow?” Jongin asks, knowing you’re also going through the same thing as Chanyeol.
You nod. “Of course. I’m happy for Junmyeon, I’d never miss this.” Speaking of Junmyeon…. “Is…is Myeon okay?”
They all nod in affirmation. “He understood. Kept telling us to just let Chanyeol drink. He had a fun time, besides all that.” 
“Good. I’m glad. If Chanyeol had ruined his bachelor’s party, I’d have no choice but to kick his ass.”
“We’d have to jump him, for sure,” Sehun agrees.
You chat for a little bit longer. There’s a soft knock and Jongdae slips in with a rather large bottle of soju. You all drain it as you catch him up on all that he’s missed. The shock on his face from your revelation is enough to bring out a chuckle from you, which only grows when he holds a hand out to Baekhyun, demanding him to pay up. Apparently, Junmyeon will be getting some winning money as well. Assholes. 
Once the bottle of soju is empty and the boys are satisfied with the smile on your face, they take their leave.
The couch is large and comfortable enough to use as a bed, and after some back and forth with Sehun about your sleeping arrangements, you climb into your makeshift bed with the intention to finally give into the urge and cry yourself to sleep.
Sehun has other plans.
He crawls in after you, slipping soundlessly under the blanket he had room service bring up, and faces you wordlessly.
“Sehun,” you whine with a yawn. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t beat yourself up over what just happened.”
“What would make you think that?”
He rolls his eyes. “You can fool the others, but you can never fool me.”
“True,” you relent. “You know you were the only one that knew the truth, right? Not even Seulgi knew I was the one who called off the engagement.”
“Of course, I was. You can’t hide anything from me. I’ll admit, I did get a kick watching the others scramble and try to solve the mystery. Though, I’m shocked Chanyeol never told Baekhyun, even after all this time. It makes sense though. He’ll always put you first, even if that means ending things with his wedding date the day before said wedding.”
You bury your head into your pillow. Drunk Chanyeol consumed your mind. His desperate need for your forgiveness, the way his voice broke and his eyes searching for you as though your presence alone was enough for him, and that kiss…. 
“I can’t believe he kissed me.”
You wish he hadn’t. Not just because it exposed your shared secret to Yerim, but because of the implications of it. With that kiss you are forced to admit that Seulgi was right, that Chanyeol still has deep feelings for you, and that you—
“It was bound to happen.” Sehun breaks your train of thought. “He was fucked up. Like, he would not shut up about you. As soon as he got a little tipsy, it was you this, you that. How much he missed you, how proud he was of you. ‘How is it possible that she’s gotten even more beautiful since college? Baekhyun, didn’t you tell me she got fat?’ Junmyeon was like ‘she’d still be just as beautiful if she had gained weight’ and this fool goes, ‘god, I know’ and takes two shots back to back. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t so damn pathetic.”
You let out a breathless laugh at Sehun’s terrible impersonation of Chanyeol, but peek up at the man. “He really said that?”
“Yeah.” Sehun says your name. “I know we had this conversation earlier, but you have to talk to him. All the things that were holding you back then don’t apply now. You both have grown a lot and are in better places. It’s never too late to start again. Chanyeol wants it, and I know you do too. You’re just latching onto a grudge you created against him to keep you away. It’s baseless, you know? And it’s a lie. You’re very obviously still in love with him. Soulmates work that way.”
“Soulmates,” you repeat skeptically, before sighing. “You’re right though, as you always are—”
“Finally, some gotdamn recognition around here,” he interrupts.
“Anyways, I should have talked to Chanyeol earlier. Really talked to him, not this back and forth dance we’ve been doing. But, there was no way I was going to talk about us when he had a girlfriend, who just so happened to be my friend. The best option was to just ignore him.”
“That was smart of you, but he doesn’t have a date anymore. We’re going to be here for three more days, the two of you still have plenty of time to talk. Get your closure and figure out what you want with him. If there is one thing the past couple days have shown, it’s that both of you have a lot to get off your chests.”
“You’re right.”
He smirks. “I know~”
“Ugh.” You finally settle into the blankets and close your eyes, expecting Sehun to head back to his bed, but he makes no point to move. “Are you going to stay here all night?”
“Are you going to cry soon?” He counter asks.
You check. To be honest, you feel a lot better after talking to Sehun. Your mind is a lot clearer. “No.”
“Either way, I’ll just stay here until you sleep. That way I know for sure.”
You groan. “How the hell am I supposed to sleep with you watching me?”
“Easily.”
And he is right. Once you’re comfortable, you’re out like a light.
Tumblr media
series m.list | main m.list
previous chapter | next chapter
taglist @byunparklimchoi, @defloey, @trashlord-007
61 notes · View notes