Tumgik
#me to me: girl.. you got school in the morning... get yo ass in the car
dilfl0v3rss · 10 months
Note
Hear me outt 🌝 - jealous ony .. and y/n gets a lil lesson
yes yes yesssssss😩
all mine
Tumblr media
cw: car sex, public sex!!
word count: 1.8k
── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────
ony isn’t the jealous type, having lots of confidence in your love for him. he trusted you with his life and expected you to do the same with him so if there was an issue that had him feeling a little more possessive then it usually had barely anything to do with you. it was these thirsty ass niggas.
“baby please go sit the fuck down. too damn early for you t’be irritating me.” it was nine in the morning and you decided i’d be fun to give ony a little show in the living room, twerking and singing along to different songs playing on youtube. right now the princess dianna remix was playing and you was sitting in his lap, bouncing up and down as if you were riding him. “cmon boy i know you wanna touch all dis.” hands raking all over your body as you looked down at his bored face.
ony wasn’t trying to do nothing but smoke a wood with his breakfast and you were ruining that by putting your tiddies all in his face. “mama go somewhere wit allat before i spank you furreal.” his deep voice rumbled from his chest as he lightly pushed you off of him. this man clearly had an attitude, but you knew his stuck up ass wasn’t gon say nothing about it. “what’s wrong papa? why you so aggy?” you were trying to get him to communicate with you, but quickly changed your mind once he got to sucking his teeth, acting as if you were being a pest or something.
rolling your eyes, you started to say something smart, but we’re cut off by the sound of ony’s ringtone. connie’s contact came up and the way your man moved to grab the phone pissed you tf off. “yoo?……nah i’m just chillin at the crib rn…..of course gang we out.” your hands instantly gravitated towards your hips, weight being supported on one leg as you gave him a stank face. “you out where?”
once again, this sassy ass man sucked his teeth before replying. “finna go hoop wit the guys.” this had to be some type of sick joke. there’s no way this man, YOUR man, the one who literally had an attitude five minutes ago, was suddenly prepped up and ready to go run around with his little friends, but couldn’t even have a little fun with you.
“what about me? you don’t wanna stay wit me today daddy?” voice softening as you leaned down to ony’s face. you looked into his brown eyes as you waited for him to fold. he stared right back at you, licking his lips before his phone buzzed once again, ruining the moment as you seen his group chat start to blow his phone up with messages. “you can come wit me ma, but i wanna go hoop.”
what a fucking joke. you pushed yourself of off where your arms were rested before walking to your room, hips swaying with attitude. you wanted to go to target anyways so you decided you’d go to the park with him just this once to get what you wanted, but you had no intention of speaking to this man until he gave you the attention you deserved.
you sat on the park bench, watching ony get all sweaty and sexy playing with his friends. “cashhh bitch! y’all niggas suck i’m finna start putting money on this shit.” ony chuckled as he watched eren and reiner holding their hands on their knees, clearly out of breath from getting their ass whooped again.
“man fuck you. you and connie don’t even need to be on the same team cause y’all mothafuckas played in high school. if we was on that field you know damn well me and rei would be whooping that ass.” eren and reiner dapped each other up before each of them went to go get some water. ony approached you on the bench, shirt discarded somewhere near the courts, chest glistening with sweat as he practically snatched the water from in front of you and drank it.
“excuse me you fucking beast. at least ask.” you reached to snatch the water back, but he just held it higher so you couldn’t reach, giving you a warning glacé. “girl watch your mouth ‘fore i embarrass you in this park.” you rolled your eyes, plopping yourself back in your seat and pulling out your phone. “just go play wit ya little boyfriends ony.” you mumbled, texting on your phone as if you said nothing.
ony clearly didn’t hear you, walking back to go set up another game. “excuse me. this seat taken?” you turned around with attitude, still pissed at your stupid ass boyfriend. when you looked up at where the voice was coming from you were surprised to see a very handsome older man staring back at you. “nah you good. s’just me.” the man smiled at you, gladly taking a seat while digging in his back for his sneakers. “aww that’s a shame. why’s a pretty girl like you at the park all alone?”
you were going to correct him and let him know that you meant alone on the bench, not alone at the park, but your words were soon forgotten. “i’m zeke, eren’s brother. you a friend of his?” you nodded your head, voice stuck in your throat as zeke chuckled at your lack of reply. “you don’t talk much do ya? that’s fine. how about you give me your number and i’ll do all the talking.” as handsome as he was, you were a loyal woman and only wanted to be with one man.
you opened your mouth to politely shoot him down when you were interrupted. “nah she good.” ony’s lower stomach was was right behind your head as you and zeke looked up at him. face showing signs of irritation as he stood over you with his arms crossed on his chest. zeke held his hands up in defense as he practically rats you out. “i mean no harm, the pretty lady said she was here alone so i asked for her number. i had no idea.”
you looked up at your boyfriend, giving him a shy smile as you practically smelled the jealousy coming off of him. “uhh we’ll since that’s outta the way, you guys got room for one more?” zeke stood up, clearly uncomfortable with the tense energy being emitted from the both of you right now. “go ahead man, m’just leaving.” the blonde man gave him a small nod before leaving the two of you alone. “baby it’s not what is lo-”
“get in the car mama, we going home.”
the two of you didn’t even make is home, legs spread in the passenger seat as ony had one hand caressing the back of your neck while the other was buried deep in your panties. you’ve tried explaining the situation many times, and he seemed to understand what really happened, but he still fingered you with so much vigor that you couldn’t help but feel he was upset with you. “p-please papa i didn’t do anything wrongggg. it was just mis-miscommunication.”
his fingers dug into you deeper, nodding to you in understanding as he sucked hickies into your neck. “i know mama. i know. it’s just…just-” “jus’ what daddy? what i do?” a soft sigh left your lips at ony’s fingers left your hole, lifting to your clit before rubbing it slowly. “ion like seeing you talk to men ion know.” his fingers moved faster, making you shake under his arm as your release approached.
“i didn’t k-know. m’sorryyyy” your climax was at the tip of your tongue, but before long it was ripped away. ony leaned back in his seat before pulling his shorts and boxers below his hips. dick standing tall against his stomach as his hands moved towards your hips. “it’s okay princes. ima teach you, and make sure you never forget.”
though ony had a soft smile on his face, his grip on your hips was tight as he lifted you over the center console. your sundress was bunched up at your stomach so your boyfriend had easy access to your pretty pussy. he waisted no time ripping your panties in the middle and lining himself up with your tight entrance. “no screaming, no running, no crying, understand?”
before you could answer a scream erupted from your throat as ony slammed you down on his dick. “the fuck i just say mama?” large hands squeezing your ass tightly as he continued bouncing you up and down on his lap. lewd moans flew from your lips as you felt how delicious your walls felt against him. “i know it feel good, but i need you to stay quiet f’me okay? we still in public.” your eyes migrated toward the tinted windows, getting a good view of the still occupied park as well as you friends playing basketball.
“i’ll be quiet, promise.” your lips connected, dancing sloppily with each other before ony spoke into your mouth. “good girl.” his dick began kissing your cervix, palms taking up most of the space of your ass. “you mine right?” the two of you were eye to eye as he moved his hand to your neck, a silent command for you to bounce on your own as he continued thrusting from under you.
“y-yes daddy. only yours.” ony smiled at your response, rewarding you by angling his hips upward in the way that makes you want to melt into him. “this my pussy ain’t it?” he took your wrists, holding them behind your back as the two of you made love chest to chest. you moaned his name repeatedly like a prayer until you felt the urge to pee. “your heart, mind, and body. who’s is it?”
you felt your climax once again, this time stronger than before. pussy already leaking so much that it wet the seats under you as you continued fucking yourself onto ony’s dick. he knew you were close when you clenched tightly around him, clearly holding your release in so you can ask for permission. a wide smile crept into his face as he watched how obedient you were. “answer me and you can cum mama. who you belong to?”
“y-you daddyyy.” usually this answer would’ve satisfied him, but your boyfriend was in a different type of mood today. “nah princess say my name. my real name.” your pussy fluttered around him in delight, loving every second of this moment as you began kissing up his chest. ony shivered under you when you reached his neck, stopping right behind his ear. “i’m all y-yours. on-onyankoponnnn.”
your orgasm crashed down in waves, making you shake as your juices ran down his thighs. your boyfriend wasn’t far behind you, shooting his load deep inside you while holding your body on his. “that’s my good girl. never forget that either.”
1K notes · View notes
nanawritesit · 10 months
Text
Yeosang Boyfriend Headcanons!
Tumblr media
this guy is such a lil sweetie! he was a bit shy to approach you at first 🥺
as i said before in my previous ateez headcanons, yeosang is a big starer. he would legit just stare at you for half an hour and consider it flirting
however once he senses that you’re interested in him as well, his flirt game is turned up to the MAX
he drives you crazy the way he gives you delicate little touches, your heart stops every time he brushes your hair out of your face or pulls a loose thread off your sweater
when you weren’t afraid to flirt back with him, he knew you were the one. the second you started teasing him and giving him a hard time, he was like, “this is it. i need them.”
he’s so fricking observant too. he’ll memorize every little detail about you so he can bring it up in a conversation later
he’s also an impulsive gift giver
“hey remember that one time you said you mentioned that obscure cartoon you used to watch as a kid? well i saw a keychain of it and thought of you, so here you go!”
he tried really hard to wait to ask you out, wanting to give you time to pine over him and create a slow burn, but he just CANT WAIT to make you his.
and he was so tickled when you said yes, he would not stop giggling like a little school girl 🥰
he also knows how adorable you think his laugh and fanged smile is, and will use it against you to make you fall for him even harder
ALRIGHT MOVING ON TO ACTUAL RELATIONSHIP STUFF-
his excellent observance doesn’t end when y’all start dating. even if you just have the slightest change in your breathing pattern, he notices and is like “hey what’s wrong”
he’s the first one to notice when you get a new haircut, knows you’re sick the second he looks at you, adjusts your necklace when it gets turnt around, ties your shoe when the laces come undone…
because he stares so much he knows every little detail of your appearance
the different specks of color in your eyes, all your little moles and freckles, any scars you might have, the way you part your hair, whether or not you’re wearing makeup and what kind…
speaking of which, he dies a little on the inside every time you kiss his birthmark ❤️ he was scared to show you his bare face at first, but you were quick to tell him how beautiful he is (as you should 😤)
yeosang calls his partner “honey,” no i do not take criticism
and in his deep ass voice? ugh i would melt 😭
*when you surprise him at work* “honey! what are you doing here?”
*barging into your apartment* “oh my honey, i brought you your favorite food!”
*coming back in from getting the mail* “hey honey, come look at this new drone i got!”
he may seem all cool and statuesque, but deep down he’s just a big nerd 🤓 he’s always asking you to come to the park with him to fly his drones
makes you help him sort his candies by color 💀
he loves that you never see him as judgmental or picky because of his honest nature. you always take special interest in his opinions, and admire that he’s not afraid to speak his mind
and he does the same for you as well! he thinks so highly of you that he’s always interested in what you have to say about things. he wants to know all of your likes and dislikes :)
you guys tell each other EVERYTHING, there’s not much you guys keep secret from each other 💀
you know all of his memories with the boys, his childhood stories, his most embarrassing moments.. he knows all the drama in your friend group, your family situation, and your deepest secrets
he’s a morning person, so if you’re not then you’ll have to get used to him waking up early and fluttering around the house doing things
(and um i’m not a morning person but hearing his voice get even deeper in the morning would motivate me to wake up 😳)
after a while he gets lonely and starts pestering you to wake up and spend time with him in a pouty voice 🥺
*poking your face and shaking your shoulder* “honeyyyy, it’s almost noon… the day is half over and you haven’t even cuddled me yet…”
he thinks you’re incredibly cute when you’re half asleep and groggy in the morning :)
he ends up threatening to cook you breakfast which makes you LEAP out of bed 💀
consequently, he’s not a big night owl unless he has to be… if you’re one, he ends up converting you to a morning person because he’s so fricking persistent 🤦🏼‍♀️
but for a while if you’re hanging out with him late at night he’ll start nodding off, and when you wake him he’ll go “i wasn’t asleep” 🤡
san and wooyoung will try to call you guys at 9 pm to see if you want to go out to get drinks with them, only to find out that both your phones were shut off, and you were both in your pajamas doing face masks and watching a movie on the couch together, fading in and out of consciousness ❤️
wooyoung once called you his grandparents 💀 y’all know it’s bad if he’s not taking an opportunity to call hongjoong and seonghwa old
caring for the scrapes on his elbows and knees when he falls off his skateboard 🥰
he also desperately wants to teach you how to skateboard if you don’t already know how! he’s so patient and gentle with you, always letting you fall into his arms and catching you when you slip :)
“it’s okay honey, i’ve got you! i know it’s scary, but i promise it’s so fun once you get the hang of it. you’re actually doing really well for your first time!”
you guys will eventually become the cool skater couple that everyone is jealous of 💀
he ALWAYS smells good, and his scent somehow embeds itself in all your clothes and furniture so even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him
when you see him after you’ve been apart for a long time, of course you’ll run up to each other for a bone crushing hug, and as soon as his familiar scent hits you your eyes well with tears
he hates seeing you cry, even if it’s from happiness
*wiping your tears with a reassuring smile* “oh honey, please don’t cry… we’re together now.”
he’s constantly putting your needs before his own, you actually had to sit him down and explain to him that while you love and appreciate his selflessness, he needs to take care of himself more often
he’s not the biggest fan of PDA, but he does enjoy holding hands… he likes walking with you and swinging your interwoven hands back and forth ❤️
you’ll catch him smiling at the sidewalk and ask him what’s up, he just says “i like the way your hand fits in mine.”
yeosang is a big forehead kisser 🥰 it’s his favorite way to show his affection in a sweet and delicate way
he’s so sensitive to your touch… if you just brush your hands over his shoulders and arms, it’s enough to make his heart flutter :)
there are a lot of nights were you guys just lay in bed next to each other and talk about EVERYTHING… it just goes on and on until one of you falls asleep
he never really lashes out on you, no matter how upset he is. before every reaction, his words and actions are carefully chosen and thought over.
he’s also very good at forgiveness. that’s not to say that you can treat him badly, but everyone makes mistakes and he knows that. he has this amazing ability to see things from different perspectives that allows him to forgive you when you slip up
overall, having yeosang as a boyfriend is a blast. he’s so sweet and attentive, and you never run out of things to talk about. and even if you did, he would just make something up to fill the silence! no matter what, you always feel so loved and appreciated with him by your side 🥰
434 notes · View notes
amplifiedmoan · 11 months
Text
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉
Tumblr media
Pairing: Shuri Udaku x Black!fem reader
Warnings: Smut (18+), mentions of drinking, long distance relationship, phone sex, masturbation, vibrator usage, switch!Reader, switch!Shuri, just overall slutty behavior.
Word Count: 1.7k+
Synopsis: Just read it mf! 😒
Author’s Note: This is my first completed fanfic in a long time! I am a little rusty so please bare with me… I do love criticism when it comes to my writing, so feel free to share your thoughts!
Tumblr media
There you were, standing in front of Shuri at the Airport. Another successful visit that will most definitely end in tears. You quickly looked away from her, as said tears began parting through your bottom lashes uncontrollably, coating your brown cheeks. You were severely emotionally attached to her and it was showing. “Ndicela ungaqalisi, Y/N.” (Please don’t start) Shuri said softly, whilst pulling you into her chest. The smell of the Wakandan cologne on her hoodie, casted a spell on you. These were the moments you dreaded the most. She relaxed her chin onto your head gently, as a deep breath broke free.
“One more day?” You whispered. Her jaw clenched at the thought of leaving you. You knew what she was going to say but it would hurt you even more not to ask. The young woman slowly let go of you, so you released your grasp on her. “I’m afraid I can not stay any longer. I have to be back in a few hours.” She voiced. Under her tight curls, were red and watery eyes just like yours. Shuri didn’t dare let those tears escape though. She knew exactly what that would do to you. The image of her crying would have you balled up in a corner for days.
“I love you, Sithandwa sam.” (My darling) Shuri pouted, before kissing you on your head and then on your soft, plump lips. “I love you always, Shuri.” You handed her a neck pillow and she chuckled before placing it onto her shoulders. “Always?” She asked, already knowing the answer of course. She loved getting reassurance from you. “Always.” You responded.
You walked away from her. As you made your way around the car, you fought the urge to jump into her suitcase. Knowing Shuri, she wouldn’t even take you out of it. She’s been wanting you to come back to Wakanda with her even before you two started dating. Shuri is completely aware of the way she makes you feel. One time she set up a surprise visit, unbeknownst to you of course... And thanks to Riri, she caught you in the middle of the club trying not cry to a love song.
“You’ll text me when you arrive back on campus, yeah?” She shouted, walking towards the automatic doors. It was more of a command and you knew that. “Of course, baby. Be safe.” Was all you had left to say, before the horrible, empty feeling creeped up into your chest. “I will. And you too, usana!” (baby) Shuri smiled and gave you a small wave, before disappearing behind those doors.
Tumblr media
“So why didn’t you just go with her?” Riri asked while untying her shoelaces, leaning against her bed for support. “I’ve got my Mama here and school… I can’t just leave everything behind.” You scuffed at her impractical words. You sat up against your headboard with a tragic romance book in your hand. If it were easy for you to dip out and just go live in Wakanda, you obviously would.
Riri placed her hand on her hip and pointed in your direction. “Alright, but this continuous crying every time she leaves gotta stop. I got Deferential Equations class in the morning and I can’t be listening to yo ass sobbing into your pillows all night.” She laughed as she watched you reach for a pillow to throw at her. The pillow flung swiftly and hit her right in the head. You began laughing as well.
Tumblr media
“My girls will be here in 20.” Riri glanced at you and then her attention was planted back into the mirror. Partying was sort of Riri’s thing… She would drink and drink until the bartender would start to question her. It was a little concerning, but she was grown. She was never late to any of her classes in the morning and she took good care of herself.
“You coming?” She asked, while applying a little bit of mascara onto her lashes. You had been in your dorm bed for hours at a time, ever since you dropped Shuri off at the Airport. You understand the fact that she is now the Queen of Wakanda and the Black Panther. However, it was nights like this where you wanted to be selfish, and keep her all to yourself.
“Nah… I’m waiting for Shuri to call, so we can go to sleep.” You muttered softly, while plugging your phone up to charge. “Aw, y’all so damn cute.” Riri chuckled, before grabbing her purse. You knew she’d be out for a few hours and that meant you’d have all the precious time alone… with your girlfriend.
Tumblr media
“Mmmm… fuck!” You wined, as you held your vibrator onto your puffy, abused clit. You laid on your bed completely naked with a towel underneath you, catching anything wandering down your pussy. Shuri’s voice hitched through the phone, as she also toyed with herself.
The phone sat on your chest while both of your moans circled throughout the room. “Ah shit!” You screamed, trying to hold out for Shuri. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up, before you came again. “Oh, fuck!” You cried. Your 2nd orgasm of the night, taking over your entire being. You continued to circle your vibrator around your sensitive bud, gasping for air.
“Keep it there.” Shuri said with a whisper that was loud enough to be heard by you. Your eyes widened at the thought of the overstimulation.
“I… can’t!” You wined as it all became too much very quickly.
“Yes… Yes you can.” Shuri said as she continued to run circles around her own clit. You could hear the desperation in her voice. The need for you to just deal with it. “Pretend that it’s me, usana.” (baby) She said lowly, her body began trembling as she chased her release. So that’s exactly what you did. You pictured Shuri’s slim fingers parting your lips delicately. You imagined her sucking and playing with your little ball of nerves, just like your toy was. “Feel it?” She asked and you pressed the toy down much harsher than before. Your body jolted at the vigorous touch.
Shuri rubbed her weak spot a bit faster, once she realized you were close. She always knew when you were about to cum. Shuri knew your body entirely too well. The certain sounds you’d make, gave her all of the ammunition she needed to drive you completely insane.
“Yes…yes!” Your cries were like music to her ears. Just hearing the deep breaths you were taking, pushed her closer over the edge. “Fuck, YN!” She hollered as she began riding out her own orgasm. “Nceda nceda!” (please please) she whispered into the phone.
Whenever Shuri spoke Xhosa, you instantly became wet. Although in this case, you were already drenched. It was something about her speaking her mother tongue, when English couldn’t exactly describe the way you made her feel. It made your walls clasp around air.
“Yeah… let me hear.” You chuckled. Your body still trembling while you put your toy down. “Ah…ahh.” Soft moans departed from Shuri’s lips. You sat up, placing your phone on your shoulder. “I did this to you, baby.” You declared.
You guys were far away from each other, yet so close. You both controlled each other impressively without struggle, despite being hundreds of miles away. “Ndiyakudinga, usana” (I need you, baby) she admitted, while slowly pulling her fingers out of her pussy.
Hearing her so needy for you caused a familiar heartbeat in between your legs. “Put them in your mouth.” You instructed her. She obliged, ignoring her extremely jaded limbs. “I want you to taste it for me.” You added.
Shuri’s mouth extended. Her tongue attacked her fingers faintly. “Mmmm.” She hummed softly. Her satisfaction of tasting her very own substance made you snicker. “That’s right.” You murmured. You flipped over onto your stomach, ending the call to FaceTime her.
“Tell me how good you tasted, beautiful.”
You smiled at her in the frame. Shuri’s lips glistened, moistened with her cum. “It tastes great… but it lacks something.” Your eyes narrowed at her response, wondering what could possibly be stopping it from being perfect. You always thought it tasted fresh… organic.
“What?” You asked, biting your bottom lip. Shuri caught that and couldn’t take her eyes away. She sat up in the camera to get a better view of your face. “Your touch.” She uttered gracefully.
Tumblr media
“Oh, we had a ball… You should’ve came, girl!” Riri twirled in the mirror, kicking her heels off. She wasn’t completely drunk this time, she remembered to take her shoes off and she’s not slurring her words. “So, what’d you do this whole time?” She asked while removing all of her jewelry. You pretended as if you didn’t hear her for the fun of it. You continued to flip through the pages of your book. “Yo? What did you do?” She asked you again. You shut the book softy and crossed your arms. “Nothing really.” You cooed. She seemed really interested in your night for some odd reason. “I thought you’d be sleep by the time I got back.” She spoke as she walked into the bathroom. “Shuri never called?” She questioned, her voiced echoing throughout the room.
“Yeah, she just had to take care of a mishap in her lab… She texted me saying she’ll call back in the morning.” You vocalized, while putting your AirPods in. “Oh! Okay.” Was the last thing you heard before Riri jumped into the shower. “Finally!” You thought to yourself. Shuri sent you a voice note about 5 minutes after Riri got home and you’ve been dying to listen to it ever since.
“Sleep tight, usana.” (baby) You read the message she sent to you after the voice note. You smiled tenderly before pressing play. “Ah! Oh shhh…” You heard blaring moans from your lover. It made you grin, thinking about the way she recorded this just for you to hear. Your pussy began pulsating under your blanket.
“Ndiyakufuna.” (I want you) Shuri let out gentle wines in your ears. Your fingers slithered down into your panties, coming into contact with your clit once again. You figured this would help you sleep and so did Shuri. The headphones caught every solitary noise she made and that made your orgasm ram through your insides like a no other. “Oh god… fuck!”
I hope you enjoyed! Please do not repost my work outside of tumblr. ©
567 notes · View notes
raynehmms · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝟏
Tumblr media
He pulls up at the house getting out and walks into the house immediately getting hit with the smell of weed and alcohol. He asks around for you, eventually finding one of your friends that walked out to get you a drink and asks if they have seen you. “Ay you seen my girl?” Your friend mean mugs him looking him and up and down “wouldn’t you like to know.” She rolls her eyes. “Bro were she at. For a shoot this shit up no bs.” She grabs her drink and waves her hand for him to follow her to the room where everyone is at. As they walk in your eyes immediately dart to the door you see him walk in and roll your eyes your irritation immediately surfacing. You ignore him as he walks over to you sitting in the love seat next to you. “Why you just leave like that?” You continue to ignore him. “Ma come on now you doing too much.” You look at him offended then stand walking over to your friends and telling them you about to leave. As you walk out he follows you trying to get your attention all the way to the car. He grabs your arm and turns you around. “What’s the problem ma?” “What’s the problem are you serious? You don’t remember? So you telling me you don’t remeber calling me dramatic for being mad at you for hugging up on another bitch?” You look at him genuinely confused on how he’s acting. “I told you she was a friend.” “Nah then why she come up to you when I wasn’t there? Y’all mad weird.” “It wasn’t like that ma. I put that on my momma .” “On yo momma? I pray that nice lady don’t get struck down by god. Because you playing on her name like this.” He throws his head back rolling his eyes and dragging his hands down his face. “What do I have to do to prove it to you. I swear imma do anything.” “Call that bitch.” You cross your arms and lean against your car. “What?” “Nigga I said call her!! You been pissing me off way too much.” “Aight.” He pulls out his phone and calls her number. “You have her number?!?! I should fuck your up right now. I should beat yo ass for real.” The girl picks up the phone and starts asking him what he’s doing but you snatch the phone out his hands and put it on speaker phone. “Hello? Why was you huggin on my nigga at the mall?” She talks back confused. “What?” “Girl you heard what I said.” “Yo ma chill out.” “Girl I just know him from high school don’t nobody want to nigga.” She laughs. “Nah I don’t know you so it don’t matter where you know him from. I catch you huggin on him again that’s yo life.” You hang up the phone and shove it into his chest. “I catch you hugging up on another female like that and I ain’t me, yo mama or yo grandma. You gon lose yo life too. I’m so dead ass.” “You got it. I ain’t know it was that serious.” You roll your eyes “obviously it was if I ignored you that long.” He grabs your waist and holds you tight. “You still got an attitude.” “Hell yeah I’m pissed as hell.” “What can I do to make it up to you.” “I don’t know but figure it out.” He kisses your cheek then opens your door letting you get in. “Imma check on you tomorrow. Aight ma?” “Ok. Don’t come empty handed.”
The next day he knock on your door early in the morning, you come to the door in a silk pink robe and your matching bonnet still on. You see him there with a big bouquet of 100 roses in one hand and a bunch of designer bags in his other hand. “Can I come in?” You look him and and down then step aside letting him in. “Take yo shoes off.” You say walking towards your kitchen island and sitting in one of the chairs as he takes his shoes off and sets all of your gifts on the table. “So is this your apology?” You gesture to all the things. “Kind of. These is still some of their shit and I ordered you breakfast it should be here soon. You nod your head and stand up grabbing the Goyard bag and looking inside taking the box out and opening it seeing a large pink tote bag. You look at him surprised by him remembering. “Are you for real?” “Hell yeah.” He smiles at you then looks you up and down. “This bag is like 3000. You remembered?” “I always remember.” “Mhm.”
Tumblr media
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰.
255 notes · View notes
s0lam33y · 8 months
Text
shuriri hcs [new and updated!]
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
side note: these aren’t the same HCS that I uploaded on my old acc. Some may be similiar but anyway hope it’s obvious that I did better on these. enjoy them and reblogs/feedback is always welcome.
Timeline: about two years after the bpwf film.
Shuri’s convinced that they need a theme song when they go on missions but they have opposite music taste.
Shuri always makes corny ass vine references and it makes Riri cringe.
“Shuri, quit talkin’.”
Shuri practically lives in Riri’s dorm. She’s there so often that Riri kinda expects it.
Shuri cannnnot stand when Riri brings up the whole bulls game situation because she ends up fighting for her life.
Shuri loves to rest her chin on Riri’s head, if not her head then her shoulder.
Riri is the big spoon, all the time. Rarely, does she ever get spooned.
They’ve been told that they remind the lab staff of an old sassy couple because they always throw fake shade at each other.
Riri always up on herrrrrr, but shuri doesn’t mind at all.
Once they decided to play fight and Shuri forgot about her panther strength…Riri ended up with a bruise on her thigh.
Riri did not know how to work her kimoyo beads at first and ended up calling a council meeting once my accident.
Their height difference. That’s it.
they always some how matching? Not necessarily color coded but they always for some sort of matching accessories or shoes.
Shuri has no comebacks…at least not when needs them so she just agrees with what Riri says.
“Who’s the man in the relationship?”
“Your mother.”
“What she said.”
Riri asks dumbass questions in the middle of the night.
“You’d still fuck with me If I was a butterfly right?”
“No.”
Riri taught shuri how to drive an actual car on the road and they damn near crashed Riri’s red barracuda.
Shuri’s always braiding her hair.
“Would you hold still?”
“Braid less tight, then maybe I would.”
when they go out together, Shuri’s social battery runs out so quick because she’s much rather be home.
When they go shopping, Shuri’s always carrying Riri’s bags.
“You the one with super strength not me.”
Shuri sleeps 60 percent of the time so when they hang out, half of it consists of naps and it rubs off on Riri.
Shuri always making some smartass comment about Riri’s height.
“I think ironheart would be more of a success if she was taller.”
“Literally fuck off.”
Riri is genuinely unhinged because she knows how fine Shuri is.
“Drop yo drawls, bruh.”
“Riri, we’re in a council meeting.”
“They can watch-“
“You can never be serious.”
“I’m being so serious.”
Shuri cannot take a compliment for some reason. Every time Riri says something, she gets kinda shy.
Riri ‘borrows’ Shuri’s clothes.
“Yo, can I get that hoodie?”
“What-“
“I’ll give it back.”
“I know you won’t, but here….”
Shuri is so petty when it comes to her lab so Riri has her own area.
Shuri gets her mad on purpose to hear that Chicago accent. Trust she gets it.
Shuri’s a morning person and ends up having to drag Riri out of bed every single morning.
“Just get up.”
“M’coming.”
“The alarm went off an hour ago.”
Both of them love them some chains.
Riri’s unhinged, we know this but so is Shuri, just more subtly.
“We got five minutes till your next class starts.”
“Girl….”
“I’m just saying, I felt like it was worth mentioning.”
“I missed a week of school cuz of you, TWO YEARS AGO….and I need that 4.0 GPA, I’m goin to class.”
Shuri cannot stay still when she sleeps and it pisses Riri off so bad but she doesn’t say anything about it. She’s also a blanket hog so Riri has no choice but to cuddle with her.
They argue over things that don’t really need to be argued over.
“For the last time…Chicago Pizza isn’t the best.”
“What’d you just say?”
“Chicago was not Micheal’s best song, you’re just saying that because you’re from Chicago.”
“Shuri, i want to have a peaceful evening.”
Never let them play Uno together because it ends up in some sort of argument.
“You only took two, take four-“
“I’m not taking four cards.”
“Fuck you mean, I put down a plus four.”
“Take it back, I’m not taking four cards, Rianna.”
The same way Riri takes Shuri’s clothes, the same thing happens with Riri.
“Is that my MIT sweatshirt?”
“No.”
“….”
“It’s comfortable.”
“So it’s my sweatshirt?”
“I didn’t say that.”
As previously stated, Riri is UNHINGED…so trust that her comments make everyone turn around sometimes especially when Shuri’s done with training.
“And the jog was quite nice- are you paying attention?”
“Mhm mhm, y’all do ab workouts too?”
“My eyes are up here.”
“I know.”
“What was the last thing I said?”
“….”
“….”
Shuri hates hanging up the phone. She sleeps on the phone, eats on the phone and sometimes they just sit in silence.
172 notes · View notes
ultrone · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
─ ౨ৎ ‧˚ oldersister!nat who was kinda awkward when you were born, not knowing how to get along with you or how to act—until one day, she fell on her face tripping over one of your toys, and you burst your ass off laughing, staring down at her from your high chair.
“stupid baby,” she said with a frown, rubbing her forehead, but couldn't help joining in the laughter as she found your little giggles very cute and contagious.
that entire afternoon, she kept fake tripping just to make you laugh—by the time she realized it, her legs and arms were all bruised up from all the falling.
─ ౨ৎ ‧˚ sum random hcs
you’re the most important person in her life and she’d do anything for you. literally.
you’ve had fights before due to her drinking and drug addictions, but she promised you that she’d try her best to quit—or at least to do it less frequently. you try to go easy on her though, because you know it’s not easy for her after what happened to your dad. not only that, but since your mom isn’t really present either, she feels very responsible for you, which at times makes her feel stressed. she really is trying her best though, cuz she hates to feel like she’s disappointing you, it literally breaks her heart.
both of you take care of each other equally. she has no (stable) parental figure to rely on, unlike you, who have her as your older sister. so, even though you're younger than her, you always try to show her that you can take care of yourself and that you can always take care of her too whenever she needs it.
she often feels guilty about your dad's death, but you've always reassured her that it wasn't her fault. you've told her many times that no matter what anyone says or thinks, she's not responsible for his death, and that you've never ever doubted that.
she isn’t very verbally expressive but will show her love for you through actions or by randomly ruffling your hair or rubbing your arm/back.
type of person to say “if you need anything just give me a call and i’ll get there in a heartbeat,” and then proceeds to put her phone on night mode and goes straight to bed ☠️ she added a focus button for whenever you go out tho, so that way, if you text her late at night in case of an emergency, she’ll actually get a notification.
she gets mad when you call her natty in public—especially after you called her that in front of tai and she bullied the shit outta her 😭😭 being like “you tired, natty? 🥺🫶🏼” at practice.
she texts “:3” ironically ☠️☠️ also sends you lots of sigma and monkey memes on instagram.
“yo i found this restaurant the other day and they fr serve the best chicken in new jersey, you’ll love it” *takes you to jollibee*
you asked her for help on your homework once and literally failed the assignment ☠️ like, you straight up got a ZERO 😭😭 the worst part is that for the next assignment, you went over to van's trailer for help, and you failed once again 😭 it wasn't until tai came over to see van that you asked for her help as a last resort, and you finally got a B+.
not a morning person at all, she would wake up at least at 1 pm every day if she could. she gets very grumpy if you wake her up before that time on the weekends or when there's no school.
“there’s NO WAY your girl kisser ass is dating travis martinez wth 🤢😭 where’s lottie when you need her” *blocks you*
you gave her a leather jacket for her birthday, and it took you forever to save up enough money to buy it since it was an expensive one—but it was worth it, cuz she loved it so much that she literally wears it every single day.
175 notes · View notes
ashwhowrites · 1 year
Note
hellooo, 31 and 41 for angst 7 for fluff. So it’s like angst with a happy ending. But the plot kinda goes that eddie doesn’t think he’s good for the reader so he lies and says he cheated cause he knows she won’t forgive him for that, but maybe someone tells reader the truth a couple weeks later and there’s a really cute getting back together part.
Deserving of you
I LOVE THIS. I AM WRITING THIS ASAP.
“You broke me! You ruined everything we had and- for what?”
“Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving and you keep acting surprised.”
“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”
Part 2
Tumblr media
Being the freak of Hawkins, Eddie has heard a lot of things about himself. He's dumb, he stinks, being a rock star will not get him far, he's going to need a real job, he'll never make it to college, and he's all around a loser. 
Eddie can brush anything off because he knows the answers to their accusations. He's actually smart when he cares. He only smells after a cigarette. He fully believes in his band, and he will be a true rock star. He didn't need college. So to him, he's a winner.
And he fell in love with a girl who saw him the same way. She was amazed at how his brain worked. She adored the smell of his cologne, with a small hint of his cigarette musk. She's seen the band; they fucking rock. She's his number-one groupie. She didn't even care about college either. She fell in love with a winner. 
Eddie, as it was said, is smart. So when he landed a girl who walked out of a model catalog, he couldn't wrap his brain around that one. He doesn't even remember if he introduced himself in a full sentence when he met her; he was talking nonsense. something about the weather that somehow led to "Eddie." But the second he heard her laugh, he was done. Eddie didn't believe in that dumb love at first sight bullshit, but he believed in her.
When she quickly climbed the ranks at Hawkins, he wasn't surprised. She was beautiful, and with looks like that, you'll get snatched up by the jocks real fast. So when she became best friends with Chrissy after a week, that wasn't a shock. When Jason tried to hit on her, that wasn't a shock. When she was easily welcomed by the popular squad, that wasn't a shock. 
The true shock of it all was that she still talked to Eddie. She still walked to his locker every morning. She even sat with him at lunch some days. Eddie truly thought maybe she was dumb; why risk it all for him? Being new and welcomed by the popular kids was not common and very hard to achieve. But one smile got her whatever she wanted
~~
When Y/N decided she wanted Eddie, she was going to have him. When the second Chrissy told her that the gorgeous metalhead with puppy eyes was on the market, she was ready to buy. 
Before she knew it, she was in the back of Eddie's van with her tongue down his throat. And ever since, they've been together.
Y/N adored Eddie. After a year of being together, she truly felt like she was in love with him. 
~~
If there was one thing Eddie couldn't brush off, it was the fact that he didn't think he deserved Y/N
Every time he looked at her, he had no idea how he had landed her. After a year of being together, he truly felt like he was in love with her. It scared him but excited him. 
But he never had the balls to tell her, to trap her down with him. 
When the school decided to question Eddie, they wondered how Y/N and him were still together. Jason was an ass, and everything he said was full of shit, but Eddie was starting to believe his words.
"Yo freak, she's still with you? I wonder why."
"Freak, what do you pay her to keep her around?"
"Hey, freak, I think it's some type of bet by this point. No one's been into you for this long."
"You are definitely doing some devil shit on her."
"not sure what she sees in you, trailer trash"
"you wouldn't ever be able to take care of her. You have no money and not even a real house. Couldn't even afford a ring if you wanted."
"You don't deserve her, dude, you know that right?" She's way out of your league. She has just clung to you since she met you when she first arrived. doesn't know how to drop a loser like you. A whole charity case You're pathetic with your heart eyes. You love her, don't you? Too bad she would never love you."
It all rang in his head every damn minute. He barely sleeps, hearing Jason echoing in his mind. It hurt, and he believed it.
One thing about Y/N was that she could never be upset with him, and he knew that. When he broke her favorite vase, she smiled and brushed it off. When he forgot her birthday present, she shrugged and pecked his lips. He has been an idiot countless times, and she stayed with him anyway. That's how he knew he didn't deserve her. He was holding her back. She would never love him the way he loved her. He needed to end things before they got even more real. 
If there was one thing to make her hate him forever, it would be unfaithfulness. It hurt, but he had to break up with her, and he knew how. 
~~
Y/N decided she was ready to tell Eddie she loved him. She didn't want to wait anymore. She knew Eddie was her endgame. She wanted to marry him, have kids, tour the world, and be together forever. She doesn't care if she's just a teenager in love. She wanted him.
She was going to do it tonight.
~~
Eddie decided he was ready to break her heart. He didn't want to wait anymore. Even though he loved her and believed he would love her forever, it was time to let her go. Find someone who does deserve her. Someone who could afford to take care of her
He was going to do it tonight.
~~
"I need to tell you something!"
"I need to tell you something."
They spoke at the same time. She sounded excited, but he sounded bored.
She eyed him questionably; Eddie always spoke with passion, never so dull.
Eddie took a deep breath and grabbed her hand. He needed to be selfish for one more second before he lost her forever.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her one last time. He moaned at her familiar taste and warmth. He cupped her cheek and pressed himself against her as hard as he could. He planned to kiss her until he couldn't breathe. She pulled away with a dopey smile.
"Hello to you too." He hated the way she smiled. She had no idea he was going to break her heart into thousands of pieces.
Her eyebrows stitched together, and her lips turned into a frown. "What's wrong?"
Eddie didn't notice he was crying until she kissed his cheeks and wiped his tears. He looked into her eyes one last time. just one last time while she still looked like she could love him. One last look to remember how they used to shine when they saw him. Because he knew after this, those eyes would only look at him with hatred, but that's what he needed.
He sobbed into her. holding her tight. She panicked and wrapped her arms around him. She's never once seen him so broken over something. She was terrified by what he had to tell her. Did he have to move? Is something wrong with Uncle Wayne? Is his dad back?
"I cheated on you." now that she did not see coming. She felt like time had stopped. Her arms went limp around his body. 
She pulled herself away and stood between his legs. 
"Wait what?" 
"I slept with someone else." It hurt him to even say it. He felt like he was eating shards of glass and swallowing them without water. feeling every scratch and poke to his throat.
"When?" He hated how she sounded breathless, fragile, and vulnerable. 
"Last week, when you couldn't make it to the hideout," It was a believable lie. She had to cancel at the last minute to babysit a cousin. She was upset that she had to miss the show, and he was a bit upset too. 
"You fucking asshole!" He's never heard her shout before. His body physically flinched at the sound. Her voice echoes throughout the trailer, bouncing off the windows and heading straight back into Eddie's ears. He couldn't look at her; he was staring at her shoes. 
"Look at me! Look at me and tell me you fucked another girl." He shook his head, "no." He couldn't handle seeing her. 
She scoffed at his rudeness and yanked his chin up. Her eyes searched for some type of lie. All she saw was guilt swimming around. He was guilty; he actually did it. 
He wished she hadn't done that. He wished with everything in him that when he looked at her, all she would have on her face was anger. He found none. just simply broken and betrayed. He wishes there was fire in her eyes—hatred even. This was so much worse. 
"I fucking cheated on you, okay? I was pissed that you blew me off, and I got drunk. I found a girl, and we had sex. I fucked her, okay? And in the moment, I didn't regret it. I didn't even think about you once. Is that what you wanted to hear Y/N? Huh?" He screamed as he stood up. looking down on her. She hated it. 
The slap echoed even louder than their screams. His cheek burned with agony, but it was nothing compared to the burning in his throat as he held back more sobs.
He needed to continue this act. He needed to make it hurt, and she needed to hate him.
And with her next words, he knew he had succeeded.
"You know what Eddie? I have held you when you cried because people leave you. Have you ever thought that maybe you’re the problem? All these people keep leaving, and you keep acting surprised. I will never forgive you for this. I hope you find that girl and live happily ever after. I wish I never met you that day." 
It almost felt like she slapped him again and again. Somehow the physical slap hurt less than the words that were hitting him in the face. 
He knew she didn't mean it. She needed to show some type of power over him. She's lying to make it seem like she will be okay after this. He loves her; he knows her.
She was walking out of the trailer, and he didn't want to follow. He didn't want to see her go. He sat back on his bed, his head in his hands. 
~~
She was even more hurt by the fact he didn't follow her. didn't even try to make her stay. Maybe she should have felt grateful for that, but all she felt was unloved. A year and it was gone?
Her hand was on the front door handle, but she stopped. She stood at the end of the hallway, and she could see clearly into Eddie's room. His body hunched over.
"Eddie?" It was so soft she didn't know if it would travel far enough to his ears. But he peaked up. His eyes met hers. “You broke me. You ruined everything we had, and for what?" 
With that, she slammed the door on her way out.
A reply she couldn't hear and wasn't meant to hear whispered in the silence of Eddie's trailer: "Because you deserve more."
~~
Eeek! I love how bad this hurt :)
I'm going to post it in 2 parts because I love to torture everyone!
But part 2 will be posted very soon after because I'm going to start writing it right away !
Tags
@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah
664 notes · View notes
milequaritchsslut · 1 year
Note
Neytiri x fem human reader in which she teaches her the people's way. THEY ARE BOTH YOUNG THO like before Jake came to be and they perhaps met from either the school or reader ended up lost on the forest (like Jake)
Lost and found
Tumblr media
𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝟷𝟽 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊. 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Oh my fucking god what is wrong with you y/n is what you thought to yourself. You were trying to get a decent signal in the jungle since you had wondered off too far and got lost. You kept hitting your radio to find some kind of communication with the other humans. After a about 20 minutes you completely gave up since it was almost night time and you needed to make shelter.
As you walked through the jungle you could hear the howls of the animals of the night. You kept wandering till you found a large tree trunk that you could sleep in. You patted down the soft ground to find a nice place to sit and watch for any animals.
After about an hour you could start to hear your stomach growling in pain. You had forgotten to eat breakfast this morning since the recoms were in such a rush to start searching. As you scavenged for food you started to admire the beauty pandora really had. You had finally found a river to drink water from. You came to the side and decided to go for a swim.
As you took your clothes off you couldn’t wait to get in the water. You had heard from the other scientists that the pandora water had healing properties from the amounts of minerals in it. As you stepped in and the water engulfed your naked body you heard a twig snap in the distance you quickly dove under the water to hide.
As you looked up under the water you saw a tall figure looking down on you. You quickly came up for air to see who it was. You hoped it was one of the recoms or another scientist. As you came up you crossed your arms over your breasts. You looked up to see a 6ft tall Na’vi girl who had a bow aiming right towards your head.
You quickly put your hands up to signal you were no harm.
“Why are you here human?” She asked with her lips put together in disgust.
“I-i am a scientist I mean no harm” You didn’t know what to do you knew she could just kill you whenever she wanted to.
“What are you doing here?” She asked as she looked you up and down.
“I-i um” you didn’t know what to say you couldn’t say you got lost then she definitely wouldn’t help you.
“I-i am here to learn the Na’vi ways” You spit out you just said what came to your mind first.
“We do not teach humans anything” she lowered her bow and put it into her back holster.
As she started to walk away you quickly ran to your clothes. As you put them on you noticed the Tall na’vi girl leaning down to drink the water. You noticed how she had to put her hair back to clear her face from any stray aways.
“What is your name?” You asked now fully clothed.
“Why do you care human?” She asked as she got up to leave.
“W-wait I can learn your ways” you quickly followed behind her to make sure she heard you.
“We do not need humans around us” She scoffed in annoyance. As she moved a leaf out of her walk way.
“Well i can convince my race to leave you alone if you let me” you were just talking out of your ass at this point. You didn’t know why you wanted to be around this woman so much she almost entranced you by the way she walked and talked.
“You are lying human” she stopped causing you to bump into her leg.
“Sorry- But I am not lying i promise” you looked up at her to find her turning around and looking down at you.
“If I find out you are lying human I will kill you” she spoke in the most honest way you had ever heard. You knew she would actually kill you she didn’t even hesitate to tell you that.
“I promise I am not” you looked up into her eyes.
“Come human” she turned around signaling you to follow.
You two had been walking in silence for what seemed like forever. You wanted to ask where you were going but didn’t want to piss her off even more then she already was. You had never seen a real Na’vi in real life only in the pictures they took of them. You knew they were tall but now you saw how tall they really were. You were about 5”9 and her about 6”2
As you walked you looked up to see a huge tree. You had researched it but not enough to know a lot abt it. You only knew it was where the forest Na’vi lived.
“This is our home” She said as bent under a tree trunk.
As you walked into the tree you saw hundreds of Na’vi rustling around. The deeper you got into the tree the more Na’vi came closer.
“DO NOT FRET MY PEOPLE THIS HUMAN MEANS NO HARM” She yelled as she walked closer the tshaik.
As you got closer to the tshaik with the Na’vi woman. She turned around and pulled your arm to be front of the tshaik. You noticed there was a circle of Na’vi surrounding you all now. You were foreign to them and them to you. You looked up to see the Tshaik coming to the Na’vi woman behind you.
“What is the meaning of this daughter?” She muttered
“She can help us mother” she pointed at you.
“We do not need these humans!” She exclaimed as quietly as she could.
“If she is useless we can just kill her pls mother give it a try” she pleaded with her mother followed by a long silence.
You had your back to them in respect you didn’t want to seem nosy in their business. You looked around to see the other Na’vi pointing and talking amongst eachother. You wanted to say something but had no idea what to say you just wanted the attention off of you. You were so into your head you hadn’t noticed the tshaik in front of you.
“What is your name human?” She asked as she slowly circled around you.
“I-it is Y/n” you gulped with your head up high to seem confident.
“Hm we will teach you our ways so you will leave us be” as came back in front of you taking your chin to face her.
“And my daughter will teach you” she exclaimed looking around at the clan to announce her final decision. Everyone around gasped and started to talk amongst themselves.
“But mother-“ she complained but was quickly interrupted.
“It is decided daughter” you let out a breathe. You were so happy you could live. You were disappointed she didn’t want to teach you but you understood her annoyance with you.
239 notes · View notes
inazumaclown · 6 months
Text
finally. the gouenji post where i rate his looks (soccer and school uniforms excluded).
gouenji is the face of the franchise along with endou and kidou, he has his own manga spinoff, and he's regularly elected as a fan favourite in every popularity contest.
canonically, gouenji has a huge fanclub of girls rooting for him and it's definitely not only because soccer.
so why is he so popular ?
well mostly because he's non verbal most of the time (girls love boys who can shut up), he makes bomb ass takoyaki, and he's also very handsome. but are his clothes helping or is he THAT handsome ? let's find out.
Tumblr media
ah, the OG season 1 classic. the first ever outfit. he looks great. orange is as much his color as it is endou's, it suits him very well. we already know gouenji is careful with his looks, since he canonically spikes his hair every morning, and now, we can be sure the fucker knows how to dress himself. he knows how to make colors match, he even matches the sunset. truly unparalleled.
if kazemaru didn't exist, i would have fell in love with him. 10/10
Tumblr media Tumblr media
OG season 2. man i want that hoodie. i want it so much. it's as cool in the game as it is in the anime.
i really like how this outfit manages to hide him and completely reveal him at the same time. the orange color, the fucking saiyen hairstyle under the hood. this dumbass had to keep the spikes even though he knew he had to hide them under a fucking hoodie that would ruin his work. it's called dedication. 11/10
before moving on to GO, (where the problems lies mostly), let's talk about two out of category looks.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
i love gouenji's looks in the games, especially the very first. he looks like a whole different character, way more rebellious and loudmouthed with his frosted tips, jet black eyes and eyebrows, unbuttoned jacket (we'll talk about those) and single earring. he looks very homosexual. 10/10
after the first game tho, they dropped the delinquent look and he got the inverted pikachu treatment, they made him rounder. a little saddened but not complaining, they kept the best features. 8/10
Tumblr media
one day i'll talk about the orion endings in detph, with all the emotions they triggered in me. persisting in giving him a hood is funny though. 7/10
OK NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT GO.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
the ishido shuuji outfit. iconic.
my man looks EXPENSIVE and that's great. i can see the first game gouenji in him. i cannot tell if he's gay or european. the raybans, the blood read suit, the slutty unbuttoned shirt, the jewelry, the kazemaru blue streaks iN his unspiked hair ! this outfit would cost me more than my day job monthly salary. he's living the life.
i can't buy him as a villain but i can buy him as a mean girl. 100/10
Tumblr media
the concept art is as good as the final design. i do get why they didn't keep the spikes for this look. he would have looked a little too much like a gay broly. not a bad thing but understandably unpreferable.
Tumblr media
there it is. the glowdown.
his hair does look good unspiked but... where are the blue streaks. why is he suddely hiding his chest under three layes of clothing. gouenji darling you know warm colors suit you best so why the grey-blue-ish suit ? am i supposed to believe this is the real you ? i know it's not. i hope you find yourself. 4/10
Tumblr media
OH BOY NEVERMIND WTF IS THIS.
wtf went through everybody's head while designing this. i get this is a way to mimic adult endou's charm but it does not work. gouenji isn't endou. you love endou because he's a very wholesome bundle of joy (voiced by naruto), and you love gouenji bc he is one half of the inazuma eleven equivalent of sasuke (kidou being the other half), you can't dress them the same way and not see the dissonance.
this man is not gouenji, this man buys cheap beers in the early afternoon without saying thank you to the cashier. this man pretends to be a metalhead. this man just divorced kanye. i would not trust him with my kids.
this is not a relaxed look, this is a sad, depressed look. please gouenji talk to someone. people love you. you can be helped. 0/10
conclusion : i don't know how they fucked up so bad at the end, they really made gouenji forgot about his hard-earned fashion skills. thank god he actually IS that handsome but before that he's all W after W. i'm eager to see him in victory road.
70 notes · View notes
thecynthh · 3 months
Text
smart ass - M.S pt 4
synopsis - matt’s not doing to well with his schooling but is determined to get his degree and pass his classes. one essay which is a huge part of their grade haunts him with a bad mark, luckily y/n is willing to help him 
notes - NOT PROOF READ, matty being a lil cutie pie bf but not actually bf, mentions of vomit and drinking
a/n - alright yalls this one took kinda like rlly long cus i was sleeping late and never got the energy i needed to write but we back now and thriving :)
------------------------------------------------------------
------------------------------------------------------------
1 month before the study session 
matt’s pov
lights blare above my spot on the couch, chris is busy talking to other influencers beside me as i sip my red solo cup full of root beer trying to enjoy myself. i worry about madi and y/n they’ve done shot after shot and danced with many people, i know nick is still with them, i think, and i know they are in good hands but two drunk girls alone at an influencer party is a disaster. 
i see y/n saunter over here in her strapless dress wedging herself between chris and i. i thought y/n was very pretty, we met only yesterday when madi brought her along with us on a mcdonald’s run last night. she sloshes her drink around in her cup looking at me up and down, her eyes glossy and her makeup slowly losing its sharpness. “i think…’ she starts, “i think you look very pretty matty.” 
her hand comes up to trace my jaw and cheek bone, i sit there froze, lost in the moment with her. music seems lowered and the bass isn’t ringing in my ear anymore, “and i really like your hair, and your eyes” she slurs. “i wish, i wish i could be as pretty as you,” she begins to feel her much less defined jaw looking down with a sad expression that hangs on her face. 
“hey,” i say, picking up her chin, “trust me y/n, you are stunning,” her eyes have a clear film over them and her tears brim at the bottom of her eyelids. i can tell she was most likely on the verge of crying, i drop my hands to collect her cup and put it down on the coffee table in front of us. “hey pretty girl, you ready to go home?” she nods while i stand up and pull her up as well. 
i tap chris’ shoulder, getting his attention. “yo, we’re leaving in a bit, just gonna go round up the rest of them with y/n. just meet us at the front door in maybe 5 minutes,” ;he nods in agreement and continues to talk to the group of people around him. i drag y/n back to the place where she came from and lead her into a hall where the noise is definitely quieted down so i can ask her a question. “okay where did madi go?” i turn around to ask her. 
“i think she went to the bathroom…?” y/n says, “i think its in this hall we should check.” i give her a small mhm acknowledging what she said. i try to pull her along but she stands still near the wall of the hallway i lead us into. 
“come on y/n, lets go find madi.” i tug on her hand a little more, before giving up and walking to her, “kay, whats up y/n?” i ask her in a soft tone as to not upset her more than she already was. 
she says nothing but pulls my neck down connecting our lips. i just enjoy myself in the moment knowing that in the morning, after the party ends, she won’t remember this, but i will. the kiss gets heated as i slip my tongue into her mouth and explore her every inch but having to pull away soon after realizing what i was doing. “mattyyyyy” she whines in my ear.
“you’re drunk and won’t remember this in the morning, i’ll kiss you when you remember it.” i say holding her chin, her puffy cheeks bunch up at her cheek bones while she looks at me with a pout. 
i take her hand again and begin to knock on each of the doors, the first 2 on the left are either locked or no one is answering, finally moving to the right i knock on the door and call out “madi? you in there?” i hear the lock click and out comes an intoxicated madi tumbling out the door. i let go of y/n’s hand to catch madi as she trips over her own two feet attempting to get out of the room. 
i prop madi back up and take both of them by the hand and drag both of them to a talkative nick near the kitchen table. making my way to him being sure not to hurt any of the girls. “nick a little help?” i say waving madi’s hand in the air for nick to take her instead, he quickly says his goodbyes and grabs madi from me. y/n begins to rest her head against my shoulder and close her eyes, “okay sleepyhead, let's go home now.” i pick her up bridal style and resting her head against my chest as we head for the front door. 
chris pushes himself off the wall and joins us as he opens the door and lets nick and i exit first with the girls. “yeash, seeing them makes me so glad we’re sober.” 
“alright, that’s enough out of you” nick says, shushing our brother. i lay y/n into the back of my minivan, i put her down very carefully scared she’ll break with any certain move. i enter the front of the car and start the ignition. 
 “so what are we gonna do with them?” i say turning towards the back seat seeing nick sitting in the middle of the two girls with both of them resting their heads on nick. 
“hm i don’t know, my real question is if we drop them off at home, are they going to be alright?” nick answers. 
madi pokes nicks arm, “i don’t wanna go homeeeeee,” she whines from her seat. “just take us to your house, we’ll be fineee. right y/n?”
“is that okay with you guys?” her voice is laced with sleepy tones and drunken words but still caring about me and my brothers. 
“of course y/n, we're friends now, yeah?” nick says lifting the shoulder her head was resting on. 
“mhmmm. thank you for this.” she says quietly. 
i reach over to tuck her hair behind her ear, “anytime,” i say just as quietly. 
i face the front of the car and start to back out, beginning a short car ride. chris still takes the aux and plays a few songs as i drive us back to me and my brother's house. 
we make it to the house with barely 10 minutes of driving. i park the car in the garage and swing the back door open after i exit the car. i slowly lift y/n’s head off of nick and carry her to the door, chris already speeding up reaching the door before to unlock it and open the door for nick and i. 
nick holds madi up while her arm is over his shoulders for support while he looks over to me to tell me “i’ll keep madi in my room and make sure she’s alright.”
chris nods, i speak up and say, “i can put y/n in the guest bedroom and keep an eye on her.” 
“alright sounds good, night guys.” chris says waving to nick and i while retreating to his room downstairs. 
nick goes upstairs with madi and i walk down the hallway where my room and the guest room is. opening the door to the guest room, i go to sit y/n down on the bed while i go into the bathroom connected to the room to grab a washcloth. as i have the washcloth running underneath some warm water, i look through the drawers for cotton pads and the make up remover i bought for this room. 
nick made it my job to keep this room stocked with any supplies any person could need while they stay over at our house ranging from female products to extra hygiene products to extra towels and clothes. I'm glad he thought about this because now it comes in handy for this situation and it’s just very kind for other people wanting to stay over. 
i lay all the supplies down on the counter and walk out to go to my room and collect a shirt from my drawers to just make it easier for me while im taking care of y/n. I sling it over my shoulder and go back to y/n. 
i pick her up and walk her over to sit her down on the counter before taking off her heels and looking at her. her mascara was running down her face and her lipstick was smudged from her kissing me. after looking at her for a second her mouth opens, “hey matty? i don’t feel so good.” she pulls her hand up to cover mouth, i get the message and take her off the counter and put her on the floor near the toilet. 
gathering her hair she spills her guts out, “it’s okay sweetheart let it out.” i wasn’t that unfamiliar with being this intoxicated, although my brothers and i are sober and intend to stay sober, we’ve been around a few of our friends when they were in this state and helped them. she seems spent after puking out most of the alcohol she drank that night. 
“oh my god i’m so sorry matt,” she says while looking up at me. i help her up from the floor pulling out the tall stool that stood in the corner of the room and sat her down in it in front of the sink. i reach down into the drawer to grab a spare toothbrush and small travel sized toothpaste for her to brush her teeth with while i clean up. she gets the message when i hand her the two items, i then close the toilet seat and flush it blocking the smell from escaping. 
after she finished brushing her teeth i dab a bit of the make up remover onto the cotton pad and gently wipe the stained and smudged make up from her face. a tear escaped from her right eye while i was wiping down her forehead. “hey don’t worry about this at all, it happens,” i kiss it away reassuring her. 
i throw away the two cotton pads i’ve used into the trash and grab the washcloth, rewetting it. i wipe down her neck and rest of what’s exposed of her body with the cloth being careful on her soft skin. 
“hey i have a shirt here for you, can you change into it alone?” i ask keeping my voice soft underneath the soft hum of the exhaust in the bathroom. 
“i don’t think i can stand without falling down, let alone change clothes,” she says with a slight chuckle leaving her lips. 
i mimic her same laugh, “alright then,” i lift a small bit of the hem of her dress, not revealing anything yet. “can i take this off?” she replies with a small nod as i continue to lift up on the dress moving it up and over her head leaving her in her bra and panties. I didn't think much of her knowing that if i did i’d have to take care of something else tonight. 
i unravel the shirt from my shoulder and slipped it onto her. It was a little big for her, perfect for sleeping in. picking her up again from the tall stool i drop her off on the bed again underneath the covers pulling them up over her. wandering into my room i grab a small bottle of tylenol and a new water bottle from the crate in my room and drop them off on her nightstand as well as her phone, plugging it into the charger and resting it on the side table. 
“okay goodnight y/n,” i said, kissing her forehead, her arms sneaking up to go around my neck and she pulled me into a hug. 
“thank you matty,” she whispered before drifting off into a light sleep. i leave her room and close the door behind me.
20 notes · View notes
ajkamins · 1 year
Text
Yea right.| eddie munson x fem!cheerleader.
summary: eddie never believed someone like you could even find it in your heart to love someone like him, so he puts you down. but he doesn’t know what he says is just confirming what you say to yourself everyday.
warnings: extremely angsty, sh
reader has depression and anxiety and harms herself.
today is the day, i have to do it. i can’t keep hiding my feelings i HAVE to do it.
i did the same old same old like every thursday morning, put on my outfit and went downstairs to enjoy my breakfast. but what happens everyday happens this morning i can’t ever avoid him. my dad.
i walk downstairs excitedly for the first time in days, just for the smile to falter when i see him, stupid piece of shit father of mine, “hello father” i say in the most monotone voice i can.
“oh look at you, still haven’t lost any weight i see.” he says to me “fat ass” he mumbles knowing i can hear him. i ignore him because i will not let him ruin this day for me. i walk past him and grab a couple strawberries from the fridge i try to move around him but brisk his shoulder on accident “watch yourself fat ass, your so fucking fat i can’t even stand here without your huge ass shoulder bumping into me” he tells me
whatever i roll my eyes and just in time i hear a horn from outside thank fuck i tell myself. i walk out the door to steve’s car “hey rob, hey stevie” i say to them like every morning
“hey y/n what’s got you all smiley this morning, your dads truck is still there so it must not be him” steve says to me, how does that boy know everything
“ oh nothing just excited for today you know” i say back but they obviously know something’s up but don’t question it.
we arrive at school me and robin hop out of the car and steve says goodbye we wave back and head our separate directions, i walk over to chrissy and hug her “ oh my gosh y/n you scared the crap out of me” chrissy says giggling. we walk in together and like always everyone is staring, jason comes up and kisses chris on the cheek we part our ways and i head to first period mrs o’donels, english i hate english but i only stay there for one reason eddie munson
the most beautiful boy i have ever seen, i know he probably doesn’t know me but i hope he will today .
skip to lunch bc i’m lazy asf
i walk in the lunchroom and there he is in all his glory eddie laughing it up with the hellfire club, i can’t help but smile a bit myself when i see that big grin on his face. i just keep telling myself i i have to do it and get it over with.
i walk up to him. all of the boys stop talking and look at me. and then i meet his eyes eddie’s eyes
“hi” i say nervously, he looks up at me with i’m assuming is a confused face
“what do you want” he says with a painful tone
“uh- umm- i- i was wondering i-if, maybe yo-y-you wanted to uh-uh”
“spit it out i don’t have all day” he says
“i was just wondering if you maybe- wanted to um hang- hang out sometime— you know- just-uh just you and me- like-like on a date?” i finally get it out and can’t help but look away
he just stares at me a starts to laugh, i can’t help but frown a bit in embarrassment “yea fucking right princess go tell your jackass jocks i’m not falling for their stupid tricks- and you, you i can’t believe you out of all people would have the heart to come over here and embarrass me infront of all my friends like this i thought you were a sweet girl y/n, but i was wrong wasn’t i, it’s obvious now your just a bitch who loves to make others feel bad do you enjoy this huh?” he says standing up now towering over me, i start to back away scared and cowering down with tears in my eyes “ your worthless y/n, your fucking worthless and you thought i would fall for this stupid trick get the fuck out of my face” he says sternly and i now feel the ache in my heart it hurts but i can’t deny it anymore. i walk away shaking and out of the cafeteria and eventually out of the school doors to the woods far away so i can be alone
all those things he said, they were all the same things i said to myself everyday “your worthless” “your a stupid bitch” “he was never gonna like you” “your so fucking stupid!” i yell the last words to myself punching myself in the face and head “your stupid!” another harsh blow to my face “Fucking worthless bitch!” pounding myself in the face with my own fists “so fucking stupid!” “so stupid, so stupid, so fucking stupid” i keep saying until i have no more strength to keep swinging i let my head fall back against the tree gritting my teeth with angry tears running down my now bloody and swollen face fists clenching.
but not knowing what’s happening in the cafeteria right now.
back in the cafeteria
no one’s pov
chrissy and robin just saw that whole thing go down, chris felt terrible because she was the one who told y/n to tell eddie her feelings, her and robin walk up to the now proud of himself eddie
“What the fuck is your problem Munson?!” says chrissy angrily robin walks up shortly behind her putting a hand on chris’s shoulder with the same anger in her eyes
“The fuck are you talking about chrissy, what are you apart of that?” he says with a questioning quirk of his eyebrow
chrissy can’t help herself anymore and slaps eddie right across the cheek. the whole lunchroom goes silent with gasps.
eddie is now holding his cheek looking up at chrissy “the fuck was that for” he says with anger raising up, jason’s already on his way over to the lunch table with his team mates
“ your the fucking idiot munson your god damn oblivious, i can’t believe you just said all that shit to y/n infront of everyone, your the dumb ass, she actually likes you eddie she has forever and is never able to stop gushing about you when she’s around, like ever, i actually told her to tell you about her feelings thinking you would be different eddie, your an asshole eddie munson” chrissy says with heated anger, jason walks up to her and holds her away
“yea man god damn i don’t even like you but the way that girl talked about you was crazy never stopped talking ever that was really fucked up munson” jason surprisingly says, eddie is now in shock he really thought this was all jason’s idea her asking him out eddie the freak munson was being asked out by y/n y/l/n, he thought it was definitely a huge fucked up joke because they knew how much he liked her, he couldn’t believe it the girl he actually liked asked him out and instead of him actually accepting he rejected thinking it was all to good to be true.
“fuck”
y/n’s pov
i just started walking home but can’t help but notice the hideout on my way, i remember all the nights i went there to watch him and his band play staying hidden where he couldn’t see me, i also remembered the change of clothes in my bag so i walk towards the bar and go to the restroom to get changed, i come out and sit at the bar and order a beer they didn’t ask for ID which i’m assuming is because my face is severely fucked up, i couldn’t help myself but get lost in the alcohol beer after beer,
some guy bumps into me and i can’t help but get angry “hey fuck face watch yourself” i say turning back around to the counter to continue sipping on my 6th beer.
“woah pretty princess no need to get so angry what happened to that pretty little face of yours” he says back with a smug grin on his face
“keep standing over here and i can make you look as pretty as me” i say still facing the counter finishing off the beer and asking for something stronger two glasses of their top shelf whisky. i down them both and the guy just stares at me and walks away, i order even more but just before i can lift up my glass a hand stops it,
“no more y/l/n your done, and for you i should have you arrested for serving underaged adults” i look up and see hopper my uncle, he lifts me up but even with all my protesting he gets me out of the bar, some how it’s dark out now. “let’s go surprisingly enough to me your father is actually worried about you, so i need to get you home, not only did you go missing from school today you also are all beat up and drunk out of your head, so your going to tell me what happened or i’m going to lock you up in a cell for the night- and don’t say i won’t because you know i will.” he’s right i know he will he’s done it before.
“it’s nothing hop” i say as he places me in the passenger seat but he knows there’s obviously something wrong, he decides not to push it just yet and luckily enough he doesn’t take me home to my dad, he takes me to his and joyce’s place.
we get there and i see steve’s are parked out side, hop takes me out of the car and opens the front door all i hear is a bunch of people gasp and bombard hopper with questions “i don’t know but she will be fine leave her i’m putting her to bed” with that voice i’m assuming he doesn’t want to talk about it either, he walks me to the guest bedroom and tucks me in “ i know that didn’t happen from someone else-“ he says gesturing to my face “- your too tough to let that happen, i know you did it to your self, i’m not happy about it but i want you to get some sleep and rest it out till the morning, then we can talk, and you know joyce is probably going to be in here any second now with a bag of frozen peas, but what i’m trying to say is just don’t worry yourself about your dad and all that other stuff, i’m here now and i’ll keep you safe till you feel better ok, i don’t want you worrying about your dad i’ve got that all taken care of, goodnight kid, i love ya” he says and kisses my head and leaves just like he said joyce comes running in seconds later with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a rag littering me with all the ‘i love you’s and other stuff but eventually i drift off
i wake up with a killer headache and and warm hand on mine and hearing sniffing, i try not to make any sudden movements to try and figure out who if is without them knowing i’m awake
“i’m so sorry y/n/n, i shouldn’t have said all that shit, i’m sorry, i’m so so sorry” i know who it is but i’m afraid to look him in the eyes just yet, he keeps muttering apologies. but i give his hand a gentle squeeze, he gasps a bit and take my hand in both of his now, i slowly look up at him, i see his teary red eyes and a face full of regret, “y/n?” he says with a wobbly voice i give him my full attention now,
“it’s ok eddie, i forgive you” i say grasping his hand a little tighter now.
“no, no, no don’t say it’s ok y/n it’s not ok what i said, it’s not ok at all and this is not an excuse i just- i’ve been fucked with so much i don’t even know who to trust anymore, god i’m so stupid”
“no-no,no your not stupid ed your kind, brilliant and smart, you were just afraid to be hurt again, i understand, i really do” i say with a genuine light smile
“i just- i don’t even know what to say anymore” he says looking down
“ you could tell me if you want to go on that date with me?” i say with a grin and a little chuckle when he looks at me with a sad grin
he chuckles a bit “of course i would love to go on that date with you y/n, i’ll do whatever you want” he says looking deep into my eyes
“don’t say that or you’ll be in it for life munson” i say laughing
“maybe i want to be in it for life y/l/n” he says.
Tumblr media
222 notes · View notes
thedarkestgreys · 5 months
Note
"don't go. stay" FEXI 🥺
“Baby, yo’ moms is gon’ murk my ass if she finds me here,” her boyfriend whispers as Lexi helps him climb in through her bedroom window.
It’s just after two o’clock in the morning, Suze is asleep in her bedroom down the hall and Lexi is taking advantage of Cassie still being off at college. Deep down she knows Fezco has a point - her moms really taken to him over the last year but that doesn’t mean she’d be too keen on Lexi sneaking him in through her window.
Despite the fact she’s dating a drug dealer, Lexi’s never really done anything bad. Always a good girl, always following the rules and with the end of her Senior year of high school on the horizon, she feels justified in throwing some caution to the wind. It’s not like she’ll get grounded for this - her mom knows they’re having sex, she’s the one that made sure Lexi got on birth control pretty much as soon she walked back in the house after their first date last year, all heart eyes and giddy excitement over a boy for the first time ever.
“Only if we get caught,” she murmurs, sliding the window pane back down and flicking the lock.
Fezco sits on her little loveseat in order to take his Jordan’s off, untying the shoes before carefully placing them beside the end of her bed. His black beanie comes off next, tossed carelessly on to the seat beside him as he slips the heavy chain he wears outside his hoodie off, before removing that item as well. Lexi leans back against the metal baseboard of her twin sized bed, her sheep printed sleep set exposing her long legs and midriff to her boyfriend's hungry gaze.
He can’t seriously be concerned about being caught when he’s looking at her like that, now can he?
“Guess I was wrong,” Fez gruffs a little laugh. “You gon’ kill me first Lex. How you out here lookin’ like a fuckin’ snack in sheep pajamas?”
Lexi looks down at her favorite night clothes and shrugs. Honestly, they’re probably due for retirement, since she’s been wearing them since seventh grade.
“They’re old,” she mutters, tugging the shorts down a little to cover her ass better. “If I had known you were coming over, I would have picked something different.”
Fezco quirks an eyebrow. “You the one that invited me up shorty.”
She feels her face flush. “Well yeah, after you said you were done working and nearby.”
Fezco hefts himself off the loveseat and closes the short gap between them swiftly, something almost predatory in his eyes as he presses her into the cool metal of her bed frame. His eyes stare down at her with a look that's equal parts lust and love and Lexi feels her knees grow weak.
“Just wanted to see you for a moment ma,” Fez rasps, voice hitting his lower register and instantly making her turn into goo. “Figured you’d sneak out the front door for a few minutes. Didn’t really think you’d have my ass climbin’ through yo’ window.”
Lexi gulps, Fezco’s mouth a hair's breadth away from hers. All she’d need to do is push up just slightly from where he has her caged against her bed in order to finally meet her mouth with his. Instead she remains frozen as her boyfriend lifts his hand to push her hair off her cheek, his large hand coming to rest firmly against the side of her neck.
“There a reason you invited me up, Lex?” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against hers.
Her reasoning hadn’t been all innocent, to be frank. Her uncomfortably wet panties were proof enough.
“I think you know,” she finally manages to whisper back, finding the strength to press herself up on her toes ever so slightly in order to capture his mouth with hers.
The hand resting against her neck instantly moves to grip to back of it, hauling her all the way up against him. Fezco parts her mouth with his tongue, Lexi allowing him to swallow down the moan she lets out.
He parts them with a harsh breath. “Gotta be a good girl and keep it quiet baby, or Imma have to go. I don’t wanna get you in trouble with Suze.”
Frantically Lexi shakes her head. “I’ll be a good girl,” she nearly begs, almost delirious with want. Lexi can feel the way Fezco’s hard cock is pressing into her lower stomach, and more than anything she’d like to feel it pressing into something else. “Don’t go. Stay. I can be quiet.”
Her boyfriend smirks down at her. “Doubt that girl, you get loud as fuck. But I’m down to give it a try if yo’ ass is.”
16 notes · View notes
thatblackravenclaw · 2 years
Text
I Wish I Were
Tumblr media
Masterlist
A/N: Y'all are gonna hate me 💀. I said if my last Fez fic did good I'd write another. Well here's another.
Fez x reader
word count: 804
song: Heather -Conan Gray
warning(s): angst, suggestive (not in that way) ending, melatonin abuse
I still remember
Third of December
“Y/n/n, I told your ass to grab a jacket before we got up here.”
“I know, but yours is much more comfortable!”
“Yeah whatever it’s in the chair behind the freezer. Looks better on you anyway.”
I go to the back to where Ash is and go to put on Fez’s sweater. He doesn’t know this, but I always purposely leave my jacket so I can wear his sweater. I thought by now he’d catch on to how I felt about him, but I guess not.
I help Ash out for a bit until I hear a girl’s voice. I go to peek and see Lexi.
He looks at her like she’s the only girl in the world. I mean I don’t blame him she’s literally gorgeous, but the way he’s looking at her makes me die inside, because I’ve been wanting him to look at me like that for years.
Why would you ever kiss me?
I’m not even half as pretty
I take off the sweater and set it back on the chair. I kiss Ash on the head and tell him I’ll see him later. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I say a quick hi and bye to Lexi. Once I get on my bike, I take one last look in the shop and see Lexi with the sweater on.
My grandmother is gone by the time I get home, so I go to my room and just cry. I don’t know for how long nor do I care. All I know is that one minute I was crying in the dark and the next it was morning.
What hurts most is not even the fact that I know he likes her. It’s the fact that even if they don’t end up together for whatever reason, I’ll never have a chance with him. I’m not even half as pretty as she is.
I succeed at avoiding him for about 2 weeks. 2 weeks of getting progressively worse. I take melatonin to make the days pass and then when I wake up I take more. I don’t have any dreams, but it’s better than being awake and feeling this pain in my chest.
Of course I still go to school, but I just space out until I hear the final dismissal bell. Yesterday I was riding home when I hear Ash call my name. I completely space and forgot that I have to pass the store to get to my house. I usually take the longer way to avoid them, but I honestly just wanted to go home and fast.
“Hey Ash. What’s up man.” I say dragging my words a bit due to the drowsiness of the pills.
“What’s up? You’ve been gone for weeks.”
“Hm. Sorry bout that.”
It gets quiet and then he just stares at me. I can see in his eyes he’s a bit worried, but I know he’d never admit it.
“I’m good kid. Just get back insi-“
“Yo, y/n/n. where you been?”
Ah yes, just the person I was avoiding.
You gave her your sweater
It’s just polyester
But you like her better
“Sup Fez.”
I honestly feel nothing for him anymore. I feel nothing period.
“Been missing you around the store. Haven’t had anyone taking my sweaters in a while.”
“Seems like Lexi has taken my place quite perfectly.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The day I left. Lexi was wearing your sweater. I think she’s been taking it enough for the both of us,” I say not hiding the bitterness in my tone. “I gotta go.”
I don’t let him say anything else before I take a quick look back at Ash and speed off on my bike. I don’t think I can handle feeling the way I did the last time I talked to him again. I refuse to let myself do so.
Watch as she stands with her holding your hand
Put your arm ‘round her shoulder
It’s been about a week since that day. I decided to go by the store again, but more discreet. She’s there. He has his arm wrapped around her while she holds his hand while wearing his sweater. I feel colder at the sight. I can’t hate her even if I tried. She’s such an angel. Then again, I kinda wish she was dead.
It’s probably better that he chose her. It was just polyester, but if I stuck around I would’ve had to accept the inevitable that he likes her better.
I turn my bike around and go back home. My grandmother once again isn’t home, so I go to the bathroom and get more pills. I look in the mirror and stare at myself for a bit. I wish I were…
part two
187 notes · View notes
namjoonscoffeeshop · 17 days
Text
Dear Namjoon | 03
Tumblr media
Dear Namjoon | KNJ
✧ Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?
prev | index | next
I remember when jimin and me would have sleep overs as kids, we would have the time of our lives. so waking up next to jimin who looks like a mochi as he sleeps made me reminiscent of those days.
my brother was the cutest when we were kids, when ever he would come visit me everyone wanted to get to know him. once he got into hight school, and he came to visit me. all the girks went crazy and going to school on my own was annoying because girls just wanted to be my friend to get a chance with my brother.
i don't think i've ever had any real friends. but that's fine.
jimin's little snores fill the room, i grab my phone from then night stand to check the time. we needed to get up soon so i did the only thing a sister will do to their brother.
i kicked jimin off the bed.
it was funny until he screamed, then it wasn't funny cause he sounded like it actually hurt. tangled with the blanket as he tried to get up. but i run out the room, my dad stands at the end of the hall confused as to why i was running and laughing. he seemed to understand the situation once he saw an angry jimin coming out of his room chasing me.
"y/n i'ma kill you, you hurt my fucking elbow" he yells as he chases you, you finally make it to your room, rushing inside you lock the door. as you lean against the wall to catch your breathe you hear jimin outside your door
"y/n open the door"
"no" your wheezing at this point from how much your laughing
"it's not fucking funny, it's the last time i let you sleep with me"
"i love youuuu"
"fuck you" he yells as he walks away from your door
after getting ready I gather up my courage to go see jimin, and beg him to let me go to school with him. i didn't feel like driving.
"no" he glares at you through the mirror as he combs his hair
"pleasee, i'm sorry ok" i pout trying to get him to agree, but he just ignores you
giving him back hug i pinch his waist"pretty pleaseeeee"
"noo i wanna take my bike and i can't with you"
"what do yo mean you can't? i'm not afraid"
he sighs, grabbing your hands that were wrapped around his waist, he turns to look at you "dad said no cause you wear a skirt" he smiles at you
"thats bullshit on a stick" you cross your arms
jimin stares at you as if he was pondering
"you know what fuck it lets go" he throws his arm over your shoulder, grabbing his bag. he passes by his closet getting a sweater "but wrap it around your waist, we don't want him to go all psycho" you wrap the sweater as you both head downstairs. your dad was in the kitchen getting his morning coffee and bread as he was taking a call
"we're leaving for school" jimin calls out, getting his dad's attention
"ok, y/n are you taking your car? it's in the garag-"
"no i'm going with jimin"you give him a wide smile, jimin still had his arm around your shoulder "don't worry dad she'll wear a helmet"
"wait but jimin" he gives jimin a stern look
"don't worry dad" he smiles and we walk away.
"how long has it been since you've been on a bike" he hands you a helmet
"shit since you brought yours" tugging on the sweater on your waist to make sure it's secure, you also didn't like the idea of someone look at your ass.
you hold onto jimin's waist lightly and he chuckles "sis hold onto me , if you fall i'll leave you there"
tightening your grip on his waist you pinch him "jerk"
"yeah yeah"
i would be lying if i said i wasn't about to shit bricks when he took off in full speed giving me no time to get used to it. my grip around him tightens more and i let out a scream.
"didn't you said you weren't afraid" he laughs
"oh shut up"
----
thankfully the school wasn't far from us. pulling up to the parking lot he parks next to other motorcycles. he kept teasing me about my scream and was exaggerating that i probably bruised him from how hard i was holding him
"ooooo jimin who's this lovely lady" the guy with a boxy smile gets off his bike and walks to us
"hey bro" they do a handshake and jimin turns to me "it's my sister" he smiles brightly
"the famous y/n" he reaches his hand out towards you
"yeah..and you are?" you shake his hand
"taehyung"
taking off the helmet you hand it to jimin, getting off the bike you realize that people are staring at you
"why are they staring?" you fix your hair, cursing yourself at the thought at your hair might look like shit due to the helmet
"oh don't mind them, its the park effect"
"park effect?" jimin and you say together
"well it was the jimin effect, but since your his sister" he looks around, glancing at the guys "well it's now the park effect. since you're both good looking"
you wanted to put on the helmet again, this it he most compliments you've ever gotten in one conversation
"come on little sister lets go find out your schedule" jimin holds your arm, as he glares at the guys making taehyung chuckle
taehyung follows you guys, walking next to you. you glance at him, noticing he is good looking himself. and just like jimin he also had people staring at him. if he's one of his friends then where are the other friends jimin always talks about?
"where's everyone else?" jimin asks as if he could read you mind
"i think they said they weren't coming today" he shrugs "but i would never leave you all alone at school, so i came" he smiles
"what a great friend" jimin rolls his eyes
the day ended quicker than you thought and just like taehyung said none of the other guys showed up. during lunch jimin told you to stay with him. it was nice being with him. you finally know what it's like to have fun in school. Jimin is in his junior year while your a sophomore. "my sisters a nerd" jimin tells taehyung as you guys walk to the parking lot
"i can see, like dang girl do you live with your nose in books"taehyung looked surprised as he looked at your schedule
"my life is boring unless i'm with jimin, i got nothing better to do then read" you yank the paper from his hands and stick your tongue out at him
"everyone is already at the spot, you guys going home first?" taehyung asks as he gets on his bike
"nah were going right now, are you going home?" taehyung shakes his head
"lets go then"
jimin puts the helmet on you, and waits till you get on.
"now don't squeeze too hard" he chuckles
------
we made it to a club, and i was honestly confused. my dad is bothering me over clothes but jimin can come to places like this. getting off the bike jimin grabs the sweater from my hips and tells me to put it on. "don't go wandering around, if something happens dad will go for my head" he tells you with a serious tone
"ok"
the three of you walk over to a side door where a huge man stands
"nick how you been?"
"if it ain't jimin and taehyung" they all shake hands and the man looks at you "who's this?"
"my sister, if you ever see her here make sure she gets in please" he nods and opens the door letting the three of us in
the music is loud and it's dark. you can only see jimin and taehyung in front of you. you grab jimin's arm, trying not to get separated from him as you get through the crown, walking to the bar. there you see a tall man with broad shoulders with a white dressing shirt. he was with someone else who had silver hair and a black suit
both of them looked at the three of you but their eyes stayed on you. "jimin is this your sister?" the boy with silver hair speaks loudly to try and be heard over the music
"yeah her name is y/n, this is jin and yoongi" he points at then
"nice to meet you"
looking around you see a bunch of people dancing, the girls had nice outfits and were wearing heels. maybe it would've been better if we had gone home to change
"we got you both a outfit" jin tells jimin and taehyung
"nice, y/n stay here" jimin points at the seat next to yoongi, taehyung and jimin leave following jin
and you sit awkwardly next to him, conscious at him staring at you. "so how do you like it here" he suddenly starts a conversation
"ah..it's good, just getting used to the new changes" you smile
"getting use to having a dad huh"
his words caught you by surprised but of course he would know. he's one of jimin's best friends, jimin must've said something
"yeah" you sigh "i'm really trying to get used to it"
he nods, opening his mouth to say something he gets interrupted by a younger boy who rushed over to us "hyung, hoseok asked if you could come to the back" the boy with doe eyes glances at you ask he talks to yoongi
"yeah sure" he gets up and glances at you "let's go" he waves to follow him
"jungkook, she's jimin's sister" he points at you, and hearing his name made you remember the boy. once when jimin came over he was on the phone with someone called jungkook
"oh hey, i'm jungkook"
"y/n" you smile.
passing the double doors, you expected it to be something else. maybe less crowded but it was worse, unlike where you were sitting there was a stage here. people were performing and the crowd were dancing.
yoongi turns to look at you "stay here, i'll let jimin know your in here" he points at the wall, it was starting to irritate you that they were just telling you stand still and behave basically.
nodding you lean against the wall. jungkook tells you goodbye as he follows yoongi through the crowd, someone walks up to the stage, and the light dim down even more. making it more dark in the large room. lights of multiple colors light up the room. you watched about two performances, and it was starting to be boring just standing here.
"people usually dance in a club" someone walks up to you, and your heart skipped a beat as he towers over you as he leans on the wall next to you, eyeing you as he waits for your response
"ah..i don't dance" you nibble on the inside of your cheek. intimidated by him
"my name's namjoon" he smiles again
"y/n" you keep eye contact with him.
"by the looks of your clothes, i don't think you are allowed to be in here" he looks at you from head to toe
looking down to your clothes, you really wished jimin had taken you home to change
"right, i look out of place" you chuckle awkwardly
"not at all" he says sarcastically,
"i didn't have time to change"
"how old are you" he asks
you continue to look at him without responding "i'm only asking cause you are wearing the same uniform from my school" he grins
"are you new? i've never seen you before" he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and you see his dimples show as he smiles at you.
"yeah..today was my first day" his stares makes you melt
"so y/n, you dating anyone?"
"no..you?" he shakes his head. the eye contact between the both of you drew him to lean more towards you. his hand is holding the nape of your neck, your heart is beating so fast against your chest. you glance between his eyes and lips
"can i kiss you" he whispers
and as if you were in a trance you nod at his words. smirking at your response he pulls you into a kiss.
you were screaming in the inside, this was your first kiss and you didn't know what to do, as he kisses you , you just stood there awkwardly, namjoon pulls away and raises his eyebrow
"sorry i've never kissed anyone" you feel your face and ears heat up in embarrassment
he chuckles at your words "don't worry, i'll teach you" he kisses you with his warm and soft lips once more. i could feel the soft tickle of his breathe as we kissed.
"breathe with your nose" i gasp for air, his lips brushed against mine "breathe, cause i'm going to do it again" his lips touch yours as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth you parted your lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, you finally get used to kissing him, my heartbeat was loud in my ears and i wondered if he heard it too. breathing heavily as our lips are pressed together, he tilts my head back deepening the kiss even more
"good girl..see you got the hang of it" his hands roamed under your skirt and he gropes your ass. making you squeal at his sudden touch. "i'm surprised you let me just kiss and touch you however i want" he massages your butt
"it's just that..your handsome" i feel so embarrassed that my eyes tear up.
"yeah?" without wasting time he kisses you again, more eagerly
the kiss overpowered all my senses, he lifted me up. making my legs wrap around his hips. i cling onto his shoulders.
breaking the kiss we stare at each other as we catch our breathe. his hands caressing my ass. my hands wrapped around his neck. he leaves a trail of pecks down my neck, as I tilt my head he sucks against my skin
"n-namjoon" you accidentally moan his name, causing him to smirk against your skin. bitting your bottom lip to try and keep you from letting out any other sounds. he moves his head away from your neck, pressing his thumb against the hickey he just made he grins "perfect"
breathless, you stare at him. the music quiets down and they a man walks up the stage "next up we have BTS performing" and the crowd cheers
namjoon groans, giving your ass a firm squeeze before letting you down. you both fix your appearance
"let me get your number yeah?" he smiles, reaching into his pocket
"oh sur-"
"y/n" jimin calls our your name as he makes his way through the crowd with the rest of the guys you just met
"oh jimin" you say, namjoon turns to look at the them
"namjoon, that's were you were" jin says "we were looking for you, to introduce you to jimin's sister. but seems like you already met her"
"jimin's sister?" he turns to look at you, your heart is beating fast again and you feel yourself getting red "yeah, she's y/n" jimin throws his arm around your shoulder giving you a squeeze
"oh and this is hoseok" he points at the guy with white highlights
namjoon keeps his eyes on you as you greet hoseok, jimin finds him staring at you and hits his arm
"my sisters off limits" he points at him and the rest of the guys
namjoon snickers at his words, "i'm serious" he looks at namjoon "i can see how your drooling as you stare at her" you felt like hiding, jimin speaking up about how your off limits but you already had a steamy make out with him.
namjoon lifts his arms in surrender "what ever you say jimin"
"sorry y/n we are gonna go perform, just stay here for a bit longer. once were done i'll take you home"
you nod at his words. and they all start to walk away, namjoon turns to look at you and your beet red face. he gives you a wink.
once they got on the stage your eyes couldn't leave namjoon. he was also staring at you. you felt butterflies in your stomach.
jimin tells the guys goodbye and he guides you out of the club
"lets get home before dad calls" back into his uniform he tells me that dad doesn't know that he comes here. and that he hoped i could keep it a secret.
"i'll take you home next time, sorry if you were bored"
"i wasn't...bored" you respond, thankful you had the helmet on so he wouldn't see your beet red face.
"so you wanna come when i have shows?"
you nod
----
getting home you go to your room. laying on your bed you touch your lips, where just a hour ago namjoon was kissing you
"that was my first kiss" you blush as you remember how he touched you.
"i didn't get his number....was he serious when he told jimin .." sighing you walk out the room and walk to jimin's. opening the door slowly you hear the water running, you look at the night stand and see his phone there charging.
entering his room your grab his phone and open it. his password was your birthday. going into his contact you look for namjoon's number, taking out your phone you save it onto your phone.
clearing his apps you put the phone down and walk out the room closing the door slowly behind you
"how was school" startled you drop your phone, your dad was at the staircase
"it was good.." you look at him
he nods, scratching the back of his head
"how was work"
"good good" you nod
"i got some take out, so when jimin comes out we can all eat"
"ok"
he nods and makes his way downstairs
picking up your phone you rush to your room, you look at namjoon's contact number. gathering all your courage you press one the message icon.
Namjoons chat
Hey, it's y/n. i got your number from jimins phone..
attagirl, i was wondering how i was gonna get your number. i knew jimin wouldn't have given it to me
sorry about him, i didn't think he'd say that. he always does that when it comes to me
i can see why ;) i'm gonna have to go, i'm heading home but see you at school tomorrow?
yeah see you tomorrow
closing the chat i grab my pillow and scream into it.
3 notes · View notes
senorablack · 9 months
Text
yall when i say it's a fuckin struggle every damn time.
CW depression, suicide, drug/alcohol abuse, poverty, sexualized violence, fallacy of the american dream, first generation college student bullshit
Going to go way back because I want to and this feeling/story deserves some context.
I was a pretty shitty student in high school. I was constantly in school suspension, high/drunk, I stole shit out of peoples lockers. So I ended up in a continuation school or alternative ed. I swear to god if it wasn't for that school i wouldn't have done half the shit i did today.
Like the classroom size was about 15-20 students to 1 teacher??? and like, there was actually school resources for each student? like books were okay to take home, because they had enough for everyone. unlike my prev regular hs where books were only kept at school because they didn't have enough copies to give to everyone. and at this cont ed my teachers actually gave a fuck and they were all generous and invested and extremely encouraging in all our varying identities and expressions. there was cool shit they called "quests" where i was introduced to shit like the opera and hiking. i was a science camp counselor 3 years in a row because i fell in love with it. and decided oh yeah, that's exactly what i wanted to do. something with the environment and people.
so like from then on my teachers were like super encouraging and supportive (like bro, two of them drove up 6 hours to see me walk for undergrad), and were like yo, here is college that we think you would like (the camp director actually was a prev graduate) and i was obsessed. i ended up going to this program that allowed me to take college classes at my local cc while i was still in high school. dude, i ended up graduating early and with a few college units already under my belt.
my whole goal for the next two years was to get transferred to my school. and home girl did it. never thought i would have gotten that far. my parents didn't. i was the first person in my immediate family to go to college. and that meant something huge for me. anyway, somewhere along the lower division work i got more excited about anthropology. and transferred out and declared anthropology major with a minor in environmental planning. the first two semesters were rough. i was like barely holding on with c's. i made the realization in that first year that i was overwhelmed with school. like already burned out and got caught up in the university social life. of course i did what a lot of us do-- binge drink and missed morning classes and smoked a shit ton of weed (my college was pretty notorious for this).
i was just always sad from missing my family, hometown and in culture shock. because here i was, a brown person, in a white ass town. where the only places i could find ingredients to make my peoples food were on four shelfs in a designated ethnic aisle in my corner market or a couple of cites away at the specialty store. like you don't know the amount of micro-agressions i'd experienced during my time there.
and then of course i was sad because i was messing up school. and i got on academic probation. the next year i brought up my grades. one semester i started attending group therapy of survivors of sexual abuse and got involved with some campus events/programs that advocated for survivors and the ending of rape culture. this brought up a lot for me. and i fell into a deep depression. started prozac and i swear that was the reason that i almost committed (plus my nightmares and terrors have always been bad but they were never as bad as during that period). all this resulted in getting expelled.
i ended up finding really good friends there, one of which paid for my rent for 4 months before i got my shit together. i took a job at mcdonalds a city away, that i had to take a bus which ran at unreliable hours. and i made it work. took me half of the year to talk to a counselor at my school to see what i could do to get back to school. so i spent a semester at the local cc to earn qualifying gpa to get reinstated at my university. and was. from then on it was still hard as shit, but i was doing it.
but then i was realizing that the friends i made there were leaving/graduating (who were truly my anchors one of which passed away in 2022), my uncle, grandpa (my abuser), and aunt died withinn a few years of each other, and my job was stressful. school was A LOT. but the semester before i walked the stage i was on the fucking honor roll. like?????? and i had 2 core classes and 1 elective that i needed to finish my degree. so my family came up, my teachers came up. and my best friends came up. and like i walked and it was a good day. and then all i had to do was finish up the fall semester 2 core, 1 elective. but money was tight and my depression had me drinking and smoking more often. and i dont know, i fucked it up. failed that entire fucking semester.
and when i was out of money (because i quit mcdonalds to focus on school and was cruising on student loans), i had no choice but to go back home. i couldn't afford to go back to that cc and redo the whole reinstatement thing again. and i was tired. of school and my own bullshit and being fucking sad. so in 2015 i was back home.
honestly the lowest period in my life. never felt more like a piece of shit. and i felt a lot of shame for a long time. and i still feel it sometimes. when i go job hunting. because i have to put down things like "some college" "highest education: general education" "120 units"
took me a year to find a job. worked as a sbutt barista for 4 years before i said ima go into healthcare because i needed something different and stable. so i went to a vocational school for another thousands of dollars and earned a certificate to be a pharm tech.
though im very content with what im doing now. and proud of how far i've come. far and vastly different from what it might have been if i stayed in that regular high school, stayed in my hometown, did something like customer service or warehouse work like the rest of my family... i still feel that shame. i still have nightmares about missing assignments and being told that i cant come back and being late for classes.
and when i was applying for the job i just got, i had to put another unexplained and confusing answer to education history. and their HR just reached out to me today saying the couldn't confirm my background check for that school or even my community college. so i had to get transcripts from both. and i looked them over. and it made me feel terrible. terrible that i was so close but fucked it up.
made me feel like ....not smart enough or good enough. made me feel like a south side statistic (which is a loaded statement because of my internalized prejudice/hatred).
but theses are feelings and ideas and trappings i've lived in cycle for about 5-6 years now and i intend to let myself out of that cycle. i've reduced my drinking, rid my self of relationships that weren't healthy for me, up to date on my physical health, seeing a therapist, in group therapy, and taking medication for depression and anxiety.
so ima have a little cry. tell myself what i always do--
that was something that happened. it was sad that that happened. but i cannot change that it happened. i can only choose to continue to cultivate ways that will enrich my life. i am doing my best. i will continue to do my best.
10 notes · View notes
essaysbyciara · 2 years
Text
It's Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!Plus Size Reader [Part 3/?]
Tumblr media
SOUNDTRACK | PART ONE | PART TWO
Hi! Part three is here. I don't have much else to say lmao. Taglist is OPEN if you would like to be added. OH! There’s also a soundtrack for the story (peep above). Peace and love
Hotel bars can be hit or miss; you prep yourself every time for watered-down drinks and a loquacious bartender a tad bit too heavy-handed, ignoring your every wave down for a check. Sportscenter blares from the television behind the top-shelf bottles of liquor, reminding you of why you and a damn-near-full bar full of polos and dad-hats adorned with NFL logos are here in the Marriott by the stadium in Indianapolis. 
Your date in the shower with your battery-operated boyfriend wasn’t enough. All the things on your body remained tense. You throw on a white crop-top t-shirt, jean jacket, workout tights and limited edition sneakers and take the elevator down to the hotel bar for a strong drink to hopefully knock the edge off. Secretly,  had another motive: hotel bars are where hot scoops get caught and the ledes for tomorrow’s newspapers are written.  You hope to catch a coach slip out his plans for a draft pick or an agent complain about a player’s performance at the combine. It’s been a quiet few days at the combine and scared money don’t make no money. 
“Maker’s neat, please. Double.” You stare down an Instagram timeline barely moving in hopes to see a little red icon pop up on your screen. Despite the plea to yourself to give it up, you couldn’t let go of Nebraska not following you back. You couldn’t believe that he forgot about you but yet you could:  It’s been a long time, almost fifteen long years, since you two paraded down the hallways of New Birth High school. Actually, you never waved your pageant hand down those fabled corridors. You hid or tried to, at least.  Especially from him. That’s why you think Nebraska doesn’t remember you. What was there to remember?
You snap out of degrading yourself to speculate the other reasons why he hasn’t responded to your request. Maybe he doesn’t use his IG that often to begin with or maybe he’ll follow you in a week or two later when he is actually on the app.  Or maybe you’re denying the truth: he’s forgotten about you like it felt when you both roamed the same school. 
“Yo, man. She’s toughhhh…” Brasco’s right hand, Derrick, says looking at an IG profile of a woman that’s caught his man’s attention. “You meeting her up here?”
“Yeah, bruh. I shouldn’t be doing it though ‘cus we got an early morning but fuck, look at her.” Brasco’s date was beyond beautiful: deep brown skin, long hair and a face Aphrodite would be jealous of. She hopped into his DMs once she saw his Instagram story training one of the most successful wide receivers in the league. Unbeknownst to Brasco, he would be her ticket to something – or someone – big. He hadn’t been on a date in almost six months – in desperate need of his own ticket being punched – willing to risk morning exhaustion for a late-night sexual excursion.
“Where y’all meeting at?” Derrick continues to scroll through the timeline of Brasco’s paramore. 
“Some hotel bar in the city. Fuck, let me check my DMs to see– oh shit.”
“Oh shit what?” 
Brasco’s face colors all kinds of intrigue. it’s been a while since he’s seen you. He finally peeped his notifications. “Nah. Someone from high school that I haven’t talked to in a minute followed me. Damn.” 
“Damn. It ain’t your stalking-ass ex, is it?” That stalking-ass ex would be Lisa, the girl who snagged Brasco first, failed to be the last and couldn’t let him go. Even through her engagement to another man. 
“Nah, nah. It’s this girl that was cool with one of my boys in high school.  I ain’t really connected to anyone from that time so I don’t know how she found me.”
“Let me see…” Derrick looks at your Instagram bio. “Bro, she works at SportsNews. She’s probably looking for shit to tweet about since it's Combine week. Block her.” 
Usually Brasco – or Derrick, being his de facto business manager – blocks all reporters but you just ain’t any ol’ one of those. You were the first – and last –  one to give Nebraska “Brasco” Williams a feature article in any newspaper, a clipping his mother laminated and taped to her refrigerator. It was an interview about his favorite things. You’re also the first person from New Birth to penetrate his self-imposed walls. He’s been running from his high school years ever since his arrest sent him to juvenile detention and then onto the Navy. 
But Brasco doesn’t want to block you just yet. He sees your pictures with Sheena, his old best friend Jarell’s girlfriend-now-wife. The twins have “Big J’s” nose. He hadn’t talked to Big J since leaving New Birth, afraid to learn of what the school was saying about him. News of the fight traveled through AIM quicker than a common cold in a kindergarten class. He didn’t want to be judged for a mistake that left a kid with a bloody and broken jaw and him in a Maryland juvenile facility. 
Derricks sees Brasco endlessly strolling through your Instagram. “Damn, man. Is there anything good on there I need to know about?” 
“Uhhh… nah, nah.” Brasco stumbles through his words as he’s triggered by the friends he left behind. “I’ll take care of it, dude. I’m about to dip; shorty’s at the Marriott by the stadium waiting for me”. 
…Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well-dressed
With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive through the city, no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out…
The rain that helped to arrange your ride home from Brasco went from bad to worse, your dream man driving with his hands on ten and two like a good teenage driver should. You sheepishly grin when Brasco put on “Made You Look” by Nas. You did share a favorite, after all. “Aight, where you at off River?” You’ve been sneaking glimpses of Brasco’s strong hands gripping the hell out of the steering wheel, failing to notice him drive past your house. 
“You passed it, actually. It’s the house with the green door. On the left.” You and he didn’t talk much in the car. You didn’t want to distract him from the treachery of the road with a torrential downpour following you both to your destination. You also thought there was absolutely nothing for you two to talk about. The differences were that stark. 
Nebraska Williams, better known as Brasco, was the star football player for New Birth High School, one of the best programs in the city. Girls were on him like Bow Wow was on 106 & Park: every day, all day. He built a reputation for being a ladies’ man, teetering close to being a “ho” by high school boy standards. “You know he date some girl over at Hillcrest!” “Girl, word is that this chick that go to Stockton pregnant!” Apparently he was doing this as the news of his relationship with Lisa, eventual prom queen and student body president, caused shock and bewilderment throughout the eleventh-grade lunch period. Lisa and Brasco made all the sense in the days of nonsensical rumors and innuendos about Brasco’s whereabouts, even if the baby-by-the-girl-who-went-to-Stockon ended up to be the truth. 
You didn’t have much salaciousness to report. You were the newspaper nerd best friend of his best friend’s girlfriend. Boys didn’t check for you except for Blackplanet, your guestbook getting some traffic only to mean absolutely nothing in the real world scheme of things. You weren’t popular enough to have rumors passed around about you and you certainly weren’t having any sex to warrant hearsay about a baby. 
“Fuck, let me back up….”
“No, it’s cool. If my Dad sees me get out of a car he doesn’t know, he might flip. I can hop out here. The rain is stopping anyway. I appreciate the ride.” 
Maybe Brasco was doing this as a favor to Sheena. They did share the last period of the day together and you figured she must’ve threatened to cut him if he didn’t take you home after the interview. She always accosted him about being a gentleman. Or maybe he picked you up because he wasn’t a dick; he saw you shielding yourself from the monsoon as you waited for your bus to arrive and he figured to be nice. Either way, you knew it wasn’t because he liked you or anything because, in your mind, there’s no way in hell that could ever be the case. 
You had no time to enquire as Brasco quickly unlocked the car door to let you out. You not-so-gracefully hop out, grabbing your umbrella from your tartan-printed backpack covered in all types of pins.  You refuse to turn around to look at him, fearing you could turn into stone, feeling like mush as your stomach produces more butterflies than a botanical garden. Brasco drives away before he could watch you walk into the door and for you to wave your goodbye. You place your rain-soiled shoes by the door and sigh heavily, staring into the bright light in the vestibule welcoming your arrival home. Before you can commence to daydream about your fifteen minute ride from heaven, your Mom’s voice breaks your concentration, “[Y/N]!! Sheena’s on the phone for you!” 
Let the fun times begin. 
Not-so-fun times are happening at the bar: all you’ve noticed are football staff trailing in and out of the adjacent restaurant. Nothing excites you until you spot the head coach of Philadelphia’s football team sitting with the agent of the best wide receiver prospect in the draft. You reach for your phone to take notes but before you can jot down your scoop, you gasp: Brasco just followed you back.
A decade of unrequited love finally earns a respite. A high school crush that shook you down to the bones, a feign you couldn’t quite comprehend, sends your adult heart into beating in triplets. That cloud of nervousness that covered you as you ducked and dodged Brasco in those school hallways sends you into unwanted perspiration. You chastise yourself for feeling this way not knowing that the man responsible for those feelings is mulling away in the restaurant adjacent to you. 
“Can I have a Maker’s neat, please?” Brasco’s nerves wreck him as he waits at a table for his date’s arrival. He seldom drinks but the need to calm down and relax overrides his moral compass. He scans the restaurant for his paramore knowing she’ll be easy to spot in a sea full of white men in sports polos and gym shorts. As the minutes tick away, he checks his Instagram to make sure she hasn't changed looks since the time he updated his feed. He goes back to your page instead, not only feeling compelled to reminisce some more but to get another look at you. 
A photo of you wearing a Black mini-dress and strappy heels had Brasco’s antennas up. You long traded in those blue glasses for something more sophisticated but they still framed your face beautifully. Your breasts went from a single letter D to a double. Brasco noticed those first. It took him back to that day at Lisa’s house, the day you showed up in a red bathing suit that led to a scolding like no other. Nerdy [Y/N] had a body on her and as you secretly planned, it caught Brasco’s attention. 
He let out a faint “fuck” as you tossed your t-shirt and demin shorts onto the picnic table. He wanted to play those sweet splashy games alongside you but again, boys from his side of town didn’t know how to swim. His left hand twitched when you hopped out of the pool, body drenched in chlorine. That red bathing suit barely held on to your goodness. Brasco hoped for a slip. He was ready to risk it all until your Mom showed up to whisk you away. 
Little did he know that he wouldn’t see you – or his friends – ever again. But yet the girl who once re-calibrated his desires sits just mere feet away from him and he doesn’t even know it. 
taglist: @ghostfacekill-monger,  @blackburnbook,  @twistedcharismaaa, @sheabuttahwrites, @keiva1000, @chaneajoyyy
143 notes · View notes