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#not excusing the messed up shit we have but some people have the nerve to be like oh gays arent treated well in middle eastern countries !!
the-owl-house-takes · 7 months
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I absolutely hate the argument that Luz can be excused for her actions and people have no right to dislike her just because she’s neurodivergent. I struggled immensely in school both academically and socially in large to my own “neurodivergence”-can I just say I hate that word-but I was never so stupid as to think about bringing live animals and fireworks inside my school. The fact that Luz, the 14-year-old daughter of a veterinarian, saw a bunch of living, breathing animals and thought-‘yeah, I’m gonna use those as props! My book report is gonna be so cool! I surely can’t just use rubber snakes!’ Which probably why they were so damn aggressive! Because snakes only really bite and attack when they’re threatened, or stressed, or pissed off! Which really does not paint Luz as being a very caring or thoughtful person!
“But that’s the point! She needs to get better and she does!”-No she absolutely fucking does not. Instead of realizing that she can’t just run away and live in fantasy-land, the show again and again reaffirms that Luz can do no wrong, everybody else never should’ve felt angry about her reckless idiocy-because that’s what it is, idiocy-she gets to live out her little fantasy world and do whatever she wants. The way the show acts like the principal giving the summer camp pamphlet was some horrible evil thing, how could anyone do that? B I T CH LUZ IS FUCKING LUCKY that she weren’t expelled or arrested! She brought EXPLOSIVES WITH THE INTENT OF SETTING THEM OFF INSIDE A SCHOOL BUILDING. In an area of mass shoring fears and schools prohibiting anything can looks like or emulates(even if it is just a foam sword or something), Luz really should’ve just taken two seconds to think to at least leave the fireworks. Course at 14 I would think that a person who have the common sense for that to never be a thought.
And no, “neurodivergence” is not an excuse. It pains me when characters in media doing stupid shit and senseless(especially when it gets on the audience’s nerves) gets pinned on having autism or ADHD like it makes it okay, and that the character can’t be blamed or held accountable for it. Why do people hold those with these conditions to such low standards? When this happens, it feels like people are saying, “Yeah, this could’ve easily caused grievous bodily harm or death but they’ve got anxiety and autism, so we can’t be mad, they couldn’t possibly know better because they’re simply not on our level, they’re too stupid to understand!” Hell no. Stop giving excuses! The “I’m literally neurodivergent and a minor” attitude does not work in court!
And maybe if they understood this and actually challenged Luz on being very episodic on learning her lessons and that she did in fact run away to avoid consequences of her actions and reality won’t bend to her interests and she can’t treat everything like it’s a fanfiction instead of beating the dead horse with another dead horse about how Luz ““““helped”””” Belos when all she did was teach him one glyph and got used as bait by someone who she KNOWS tricked her. By that logic Lilith is just as responsible for Belos meeting the Collector as Luz is. Yeah she’s 14 but did it really have to stretch through the entirety of season 3?
Because season 3 is where I officially knew that Luz hadn’t learned a thing. The way the show frames the art teacher giving Luz the side eye like it’s wrong for her to distrust the kid who used the art supplies-that she probably paid out of pocket for-to infest the school with spiders and snakes and then would’ve blown it up if she hadn’t gotten sent to the principal’s office is so out of pocket. She has every right to view Luz with suspicion! People don’t tend to like others who make a mess in their areas with their stuff, shocker. I’ve already said a bit about the summer camp thing, but seriously, a summer camp that teaches teens about mortgages, how to manage a bank account and checkbook, do taxes, etc is literally the best thing Luz could’ve gotten out of that situation. She would’ve learned something many people complain wasn’t taught to them at a young age AND would’ve met people who she could easily befriended. Yeah, it’s boring and Luz probably would’ve checked out of the situation but it’s better than juvie! Also boring stuff is apart of life, it’s part of the way we can live the way we do because everything is easier said than done. Also with Camila, it’s a dumb retcon to have her not understand anime or Luz’s interests in Season 1 and 2 but a secret nerd who just got put down by the man in season 3. Like, Camila had to make a change with Luz, because 14 is not far from 18, and if Luz did do something stupid that ended up being a crime, she could very well be charged as an adult.
Then the whole ‘I just wanna be understood!’ Luz, honey, you’ve been surrounded by people who understand you and don’t get mad when you mess up, even if it’s spectacularly. Your girlfriend literally immediately told you she essentially wanted to spend the rest of her life by your side right after you got revealed as a liar which you promised you wouldn’t do anymore. Your best buds have always been on your side even when you’ve gone behind their backs. Your mom was sending you to that camp bc she had too, even though she originally believed it would expose you to kids with similar interests that could be befriended. And again, her hands were tied, because you were being reckless to the point of danger. But oh wait, it’s all okay now because you’re ‘understood’.
Not finding that happy balance where you can express yourself but not act like an idiot or endanger yourself and others, just some vague ‘understanding’ by an anonymous ‘them’. Do you mean everyone, all the time has to understand you the way Camila, Eda, King, Willow, Gus, Amity and Hunter do? Because that’s not how real life works.
And this isn’t a character hate-though I do hate the way Luz was finished-this is on the writers for not going through with the themes of Fantasy Vs. Reality they had going that could’ve taught Luz that balance and management; which in my personal opinion, would’ve been a better arc for a person with ADHD.
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twoheartedfool · 1 year
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Wedding Crasher
Part 1
Jake Seresin x Reader
I’ve been reading so many good Top Gun: Maverick fics recently I couldn’t help but join in. Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol Part 2
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……
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
“Hey, watch it!”
With a melodic apology over your shoulder, the sound of high heels hitting pavement not once stopping, you practically threw yourself around the corner. The church was finally in view. Cars were lined up and down the street. People chatting and laughed while walking up the steps. People outside meant you weren’t too late.
“Thank God,” you heaved a sigh before picking up your speed again.
Amelia nervously paced the foyer of the church, glancing out the doors every now and then. She caught the attention of some older relatives and tensely chuckled when they looked curiously at the two bouquets she held.
She almost let out a squeal when she finally saw her cousin bounding up the steps. She shouted your name before you could stumble into the older couple.
“Amelia! Oh my God!” You shouted. You placed a quick kiss to the top of her head. “Is that mine?”
“Yes, now come on.”
The teenager quickly led you through the winding hallways of the church, dodging any guests or workers, until you reached a door with a very lavish “Bridal Suite” sign.
It took no more than 3 seconds before you heard your name at an ungodly decimal.
“Jesus, Cara,” you winced at your baby sister. Your grandmother promptly swatted at you before pointing at a very old, very ominous statue of Jesus Christ. You mouthed a quick sorry before shuffling over to your sister.
“Oh, you look beautiful!”
“You’re late.”
“I am not. I was here an hour ago but then we needed ice and then I couldn’t find parking,” you said, hoping your babbling wasn’t too much.
“Uh-huh,” Cara muttered, reaching up to pull a leaf out of your hair.
When Cara turned to look back into the mirror, you shot a glance over Amelia. She couldn’t have warned you about the leaf? She caught your eye but immediately feigned someone calling her name and twirled around.
Truth was, you were very late. You got ready on time but FaceTiming with Rooster while trying to accomplish anything never worked out well. But it was so hard not to gush about finally being in the same city as your best friend again. The not being able to find parking thing, however, was very much true.
Nonetheless, using unpacking as an excuse to not get ready with all the girls and being late were plenty reason to be on Cara’s shit list. Then again, you were probably the origin story of Cara’s shit list ever since you were both little.
“Well, at least you’re not a total mess,” she muttered, lips spread taught while she swiped a tissue at stray lipstick.
“Thank you?” You fidget with the hem of your satin blue dress. Cara’s eyes follow the movement, looking up and down.
“You know that Henry’s friends from the Navy are going to be here tonight. They’re dying to meet you.”
You grumbled. “Swell.”
A very exasperated sigh left Cara. “(Y/N).”
“Okay, fine. I will make small talk, but I promise nothing.”
“It’s a true wonder how you and Bradley are friends.”
You didn’t want to correct her that being in the Navy wasn’t the issue. It was being friends with Henry. But this was Cara’s wedding day and anyone brave enough to mess with that would a receive an immediate ticket to the grave.
So, you put on a smile and smoothed out your hair and put on the best god damn show you could muster.
And it almost went without fault.
You were an absolute bundle of nerves by the time dancing at the reception started. Having to walk down the aisle with Henry’s best friend, Aaron, had been predetermined but you hated it nonetheless. Every time you saw him, he had a tendency to get handsy.
“Looking good, Benjamin,” he said lowly, offering his arm.
“Bite me, Marksman,” you smiled brightly but taking his arm nonetheless and readjusting your bouquet.
“I keep trying to. You keep shutting me down.”
You couldn’t even get a break in your own car. The rest of bridesmaids demanded you all ride over to the reception area together. Amelia had to keep subtly reminding you in the limo that Cara would be pissed if you bit all your nail polish off.
Then your cheeks hurt from all the fake smiling you had to do at dinner, shoved between two of Cara’s school friends at the bridesmaid table.
“Wait, where are you going?” You had hastily asked Amelia as she headed towards a different table.
“To sit with my mom?”
“But you’re a bridesmaid,” you gritted. You felt incredibly lame begging a teenager to hang out with you but you couldn’t care less when a squeal came from the bridesmaid table. Baby pictures were obviously being shared.
“Cara said I didn’t have to sit up there with you guys.”
“What?!”
“I’m a kid!”
“So am I!”
“You’re like 30!” She called over her shoulder, already walking away.
“Not yet!”
You already felt like the black sheep growing up. Once Cara was born, she took the role of golden star child. Sometimes it was relief, other times it was incredibly lonely. Now, these family members you considered strangers couldn’t seem to get enough of you. All of the questions about why you were back in town and what you were doing with your life were making your head spin. You’d lost count how many baby pictures and brand new home listings you had seen.
You had survived dinner well enough. Unfortunately that could not be said said for your nail polish. You fidgeted with your bare thumb as a middle aged blonde woman beamed up at you. She blocked your way to the bar that you made a dash for during the awkward time between dinner and dancing. Her name left your brain immediately after she told it to you, and she didn’t seem to notice your mindless nodding.
“It must be so strange seeing your little sister up at the alter. I really thought it would have been you first!” The woman in front of you laughed loudly. Your fried brain had been completely empty of charming retorts for a while now and could only muster up a wistful chuckle. It wasn’t until you realized your Aunt Penny had sauntered over to your side did realize you weren’t even taking full breaths.
“Hi, Cheryl,” she greeted. Cheryl. Cara’s childhood piano teacher? No, your dad’s colleague’s wife? “Do you mind if I steal her for just one moment?”
You were already being spun around before you registered Cheryl’s answer. Penny’s hand caught yours behind your back and you felt your fingers bending over cold steel. You relaxed even further when Penny chuckled in your ear.
“Take a break outside. I will cover for you.”
“Did you know you’re my favorite aunt?”
Her kind eyes crinkled in amusement. “I’m your only aunt.”
“And you’re going to be the coolest, most wonderful, best boss.”
She let out a full belly laugh before pinching your sides. “Go before I regret all of my decisions, please.”
With a smirk, you gave a quick salute and practically skipped over to the doors leading to the patio area.
Your lungs filled with fresh air as you leaned your full body weight on the railing. The venue was beautiful, you admitted. A perfect view of ocean waves spread before you. You let another sigh before pressing the metal of Aunt Penny’s flask to your lips. The taste of sweet whiskey almost made you moan. You were not going to survive this night with the wine and beer only bar they had set up.
“Got any more of those?”
The flask almost fell from your grasp, startled by the smooth drawl appearing from behind you.
Lounging on against the wall on a bench you hadn’t noticed, a handsome blonde chuckled up at you. He looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t recall seeing him when you walked down the aisle or at dinner.
He slowly rose, buttoning his suit jacket, and strolled over to the railing. You immediately clocked his tall stance. Confidence was oozing out of him. Your first instinct was to throw your wall up but when his eyes met yours, you saw a gentleness that slowly relaxed your shoulders.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, darling.”
You were still staring at him, racking your brain on a name or relation. The smell of his cologne wrapped around you and you swallowed hard when a feeling of warmth flushed your cheeks. Your body and brain were fighting with each other incredibly hard. Brain signals were practically screaming to run but your feet shuffled a step towards him like a magnet.
He held your gaze with a bemused glint as he nodded once again to the flask. You lifted it to him before casually leaning your elbow on the wood rail, forcing your body to relax and put some distance between you. Your brain won this round.
“We’re not related are we?”
The whiskey almost shot out his nose.
“God, I hope not,” he said, trying to recover from his coughing fit. It wasn’t meant to come out so brash, but as the setting sun perfectly hit your hair and shadowed your profile, he couldn’t remember the last time he has seen someone so beautiful. It would be God’s sick joke if she was snatched away from him that quickly.
“Friend of Henry’s?” You tilted your head innocently.
“Who?” Judging by the way your brows shot up, that was the wrong response. “I mean, yea, of course. Sort of. We’re not super close.”
Biting down a laugh, you reached for the flask again. You shook your head and couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. He chuckled lightly, mostly to himself, and cursed himself for becoming a bumbling idiot under her gaze.
“You have no idea who he is, do you?”
You wondered for a split moment if he was going to try again, but smiled brightly when he stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed.
“No. No, ma’am. I do not.”
“Oh my God,” he watched as your lips curled into a sly grin. “Are you crashing?”
“I’ll have you know I am someone’s plus one.”
“What’s their name?”
“…John.”
“John?”
“Okay, I am the plus one of someone else’s plus one.”
What was going on with him? He couldn’t come up with a better name than John? He was contemplating already cutting his losses and going to find Coyote, the real plus one of this wedding. But when you let out a marvelous, full laugh, he grinned and leaned in a little closer.
“So you’re a plus two?”
“I could be your plus one.”
You hid your surprise behind another sip of whiskey and rolled your eyes.
“No can do.”
From inside, someone was testing the microphone and calling for all the wedding party. The first dance was about to begin. You let out a soft sigh and screwed the flask lid tightly. Would you be absolutely insane if you wanted to stay out on the patio with a stranger than celebrate your sister’s marriage?
“That’s my cue,” you muttered on your way to the door.
”You’re not the bride are you?”
“God, I hope not,” you winked over your shoulder. The door shut quietly behind you and the smile spread across your face was a lot less fake this time around.
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releasing the beast ~ eminem
word count: 1575
request?: yes!
“Can I request an eminem imagine of where another artist puts out a track that mentions his long time partner. Em fires right back, standing up for his girl letting everyone know she is off limits. Thanks!”
description: there are two people in his life that you don’t mess with: his daughter and his girlfriend, and this idiot just messed with both of them
pairing: eminem x female!reader
warnings: swearing
masterlist (one, two)
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I knew the asshole was done for within the first three lines of the song when he said Hailie’s name. Whether or not Marshall actually gave a shit about the diss track now meant nothing because his baby girl was called out, and everyone knew he didn’t take too kindly to anyone talking shit about Hailie.
But I was shocked when the same asshole decided to bury himself deeper in his own grave by saying my name in the second verse.
Now, to be clear, people saying shit about me never got to me. In all the years I had been dating Marshall, I had gotten used to getting hateful comments from people online. I had learned that you just have to let that stuff wash off your back like it was nothing. But, when it came to another rapper using me as fodder to diss Marshall, he had made it clear long ago that I was off limits. Anyone who dared to come after me was basically asking to have their career ruined.
I hadn’t heard anyone be so stupid in such a long time. I was almost amused when I heard my name in the song and the poor excuse of a diss that followed it.
I knew Marshall had heard as well because he stormed into the kitchen, where I had been making us dinner, from his office. His face was red with anger and, if this were a cartoon, I’d be seeing smoke coming from his ears.
“So,” I said, a slight grin on my face, “what did you think of the song?”
“I can’t believe that fucker,” he said. “Not only using Hailie, but saying shit about you too.”
“He has a death wish,” I said with a shrug. “Wants to kill his career and himself with one terrible song.”
“I’m so sick of this shit. These new fuckers keep telling me I’m too old to be calling them out in my music, but then they provoke me by saying shit about my daughter and my girlfriend. It’s like pick a fucking side; do you want the old me or not?”
“What are you gonna do?” I asked him.
“I’m gonna make sure that fucker never says your name ever again, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have, but hearing how passionate Marshall was about standing up for me made me feel a little happy. Also, thinking about hearing the diss track he was about to drop on this motherfucker had me extremely excited.
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A few weeks passed and Marshall hadn’t said anything else about the song. When it first dropped, he was in the middle of planning a tour and promoting his newest album. He had a lot scheduled in the following weeks, much to his annoyance since he was itching to get into the studio and record a response.
The longer it took, the more the other rapper’s fans took his silence to mean acceptance of defeat. While the song really did not go hard by any means, they were all convinced it was the best diss track to ever be released against Marshall. They thought he was running scared with his tail between his legs, as if Marshall didn’t get his start as a battle rapper.
The more time that passed, the more I was itching to hear the song he had been working on.
“I don’t want dad to respond,” Hailie told me one day while we were having a girls day with Alaina. “That’s what this guy wants so he can get more attention towards himself. Dad should just leave it be.”
“Under any other circumstances he would, but we both know the minute our names were brought up that your dad was going to respond in some way,” I told her. “You don’t fuck with Marshall’s girls.”
“But again, that’s exactly what this guy wants. He knew he’d touch a nerve by dissing us. If dad just ignored him it would get under his skin so much more.”
“We both know that’s not how your dad is wired. He’s very protective over the two of us. He doesn’t want anyone saying shit about us because we’re just the bystanders in this. Especially you. He doesn’t want his baby girl dragged into a beef that has nothing to do with her.”
“She’s got a point, Hails,” Alaina said. “Dad’s not about to let some nobody insult any of us. And maybe it’s not a bad thing for him to put this idiot in his place for thinking it’s okay to say the shit he did about you guys.”
Hailie sighed. “I guess you’re right.”
When I called Marshall later that night, I could tell he sounded worn down. “Please tell me you’re getting some rest and not spending all of your off time working on the song.”
“I don’t have time to work on it otherwise, and the longer I don’t put out a response the longer this fucker thinks he’s winning,” Marshall responded. “I can’t let that happen.”
“I know that, and we all know you’re going to destroy him with whatever you decide to release, but you can’t let yourself get too run down before the tour. You need to rest. He’s not worth letting yourself get run down or sick over. Promise me you’ll take at least tonight off to just rest.”
I heard him sigh. I knew it was a hard ask for Marshall to not work, especially on something as serious (to him anyways) as this diss track, but I meant what I said. I wasn’t going to let him get run down over a needless feud with someone who didn’t have any attention on him before he decided to drop the diss against Marshall.
“Okay, I promise,” he said finally.
“And I need proof of that promise.”
He chuckled. “Proof?”
“Yeah. Like...I don’t know, send me pictures of you resting in bed or something.”
“Oh, I’ll gladly send you pictures of me in bed.”
I playfully rolled my eyes even though I knew Marshall couldn’t see me. “Well, if that’s what it’ll take to make you rest then who am I to stop you?”
And then the day finally came: the song was released.
No announcement, no warnings, just like he had with his recent albums. It just dropped out of nowhere and the fans went crazy. I was almost convinced they were going to crash Spotify and YouTube when it went live first.
The song dropped the day before Marshall got home, so I listened to it so I could give him my reaction when I saw him. It was exactly how I expected it to go: pointing out the shitty disses, the difference in success between the two, and of course, calling him out for trying to diss myself and Hailie.
There wasn’t a lot surrounding that final part in the song, just a few lines saying to keep mine and Hailie’s name out of his mouth, but that’s all there needed to be. As excited as I was to hear the song, I agreed with Hailie that I didn’t want the two of us pulled into this beef too much. Just hearing the anger in his voice during those parts were enough to make me feel satisfied with the response.
When he came home the next day I met him at the door with hugs and kisses. He chuckled, putting down his luggage so he could properly hug and kiss me back.
“I missed you,” I told him.
“I missed you, too,” he responded. “I’m assuming you heard the song?”
“Oh yeah, I’ve listened to it at least five times now.”
“What do you think?” he asked. “About the part mentioning you, I mean.”
“I think it was good. I like that it’s just a brief mention and I don’t think you needed to go any further than that. Just a reminder that anyone who tries to fuck with your girls will be slaughtered.”
Marshall smiled and pulled me back into another hug. “I’m glad you liked it. I was partially worried when I released it that maybe it was a bad idea.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “Hailie told me she didn’t want me to make a response because she didn’t think it was needed. She thought I should just leave it. I didn’t think about it until after I had finished the song and said I just wanted to release it when it was finished that maybe I should’ve just left it be.”
I looked up at him and cupped his face in my hands. “I think you made the right choice, and it’s up to you where things go from here. You’re the one being called out directly, you’re the one who decides how to handle that.”
“You’re right. I just hate it when anyone tries to mess with you. No one says shit about my girls and gets away with it.”
“We all know that. Some people are just stupid enough to test that theory.” I took his hand in mine and pulled him into the house more. “Come on, no more worrying about it. You’re home, you have time off, let’s just spend time together until you go on tour.”
He smiled and followed me into the house, which eventually (and inevitably) turned into me leading him up to our bedroom so I could welcome him home the proper way.
*sorry this sucks i started writing it when i actually had inspiration but then lost the inspiration but i wanted to finish it and post it :(*
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astr0-philia · 5 days
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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛: 𝕎𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥….
Prolouge 1 2 3 4
[Y/N] POV:
"How many times do I have to say it? I'm Grim, spell-caster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!" Declares with fury as he glares at the male in anger.
'  Ah- there he goes again with his "I'm tHe gReAtEsT mAgIcIaN iN tHe wOrLd" sentence.'
Why was it that he was so hooked on getting into this school? In my opinion this school and the people in it look like they were going to open a portal for a devil.
Like why the hell are all of them wearing the same type of cloths with the same type of designs, with their caps on, they look like nuns in a church but with more fashion sense. It makes them look like they are going to start a ritual or something.
"Aren't you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind...?" The silver headed man inquired the red headed man in expectation. waiting for his answer.
'So the guy's name is Riddle....'
The silver haired man was also a bit suspicious. It was obvious the guy wanted to do it for other reasons but I kept quiet. A Princess must never voice out her opinions of course....
"Furry miscreant. I will abide by no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand." The red headed boy spoke with authority. His eyes narrowed on the cat like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
Why does the red guy want everyone to listen to rules 24/7? (Like my mom tbh)
but like-
Excuse me? I met this guy for less than 30 minutes and all I heard from him is
'Queen of hearts rule 34 blah blah blah'
Like man.....no one cares about the Queen of hearts rule! No one gives a shit dude.
Back to the situation.
So basically grim started running feral around the room and the 2 boys ran after him firing spells.....
'What type of entrance ceremony drama is this 💀 .' Like seriously. This whole thing was a mess.
'I mean it beats all the long lectures and shit I had to go through in the palace but isn't this too much?'
It was like a never-ending loop. The cat would fire, his great balls of fire. The boys would deflect them and then fire their own spells. Then Grim would dodge them and then run. I felt like I was staring at absolute nonsense .
Couldn't the two boys just use their magic properly and  ACTUALLY  do some damage at least?
They looked like they were getting beaten up by the cat rather than beating up the cat.
'Props for Grim for that achievement'
It felt as if we were standing there for an eternity I finally heard the guy, Riddle say something to finally capture the cat in some type of way.
"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD" A collar had magically appeared on Grim's neck. It was embroidered with a beautiful gold design and shaped like a heart. Each half of the hearts was individually colored in red and black. 
"MYAH!!?? What are you doing?!!" screamed Grim in disbelief. He tried scratching the collar in panic but it would not budge. He looked like he was going through the five stages of grief because of the collar.. ...
Anyways-
"The Queen of Heart's Rule 23: "One must never bring a cat to a formal affair." Your very presence here is a violation of order. You will vacate these premises immediately." The red haired man exclaimed in annoyance. He looked very mad. When I say mad I mean MAD MAD.
"But I ain't a cat either! Don't try to collar me! I'll burn it right off!"
Me and the other students watched in fear as Grim tilted his head back to gain energy for what looked like one of the biggest fireballs he had made in the ceremony. We waited, waited and waited.....
Nothing happened
"Huh...? Wh-what gives? My fire ain't workin'!" in slight fear and astonishment at the revelation.
'His fire wasn't working????'
I couldn't help but stand in shock. Did I just get scared for nothing at all?
"Until I deem you worthy of removing that collar, you won't be using any of your magic. As of now you are nothing but a pet cat!" bellowed the red head. He sounded as if he was about to burst a nerve .
Then suddenly I felt a tap on my back.
Without looking back my hand had curled up into a fist and was flying to whoever unfortunate face was in the way. Just as I opened my eyes for a split second I saw who it was.
It was Yuu....
"Hey [N/N]-"
My fist collided with the nose of his face with great impact.
BAM 💥
- and he flew back just a few feet away.
"uh oh...." a whisper left from my mouth in pure terror.
I stood in silence as I processed what I had just done. I was horrified, this was utterly a mess!
I rushed up to him as fast as my feet could take me and checked his face.
"ARE YOU OKAY YUU????? I AM SO SORRY!!!" In a panic I screamed.
"I-Yeah I'm fine....." as he grimaced in pain.
'He sure doesn't look okay though...'
As I helped him stand up the silver haired boy started to talk.
"Ha-HA! Good show as always, Riddle. You're signature spell locks down any magic. It's quite handy." Says in awe and surprise. He looked joyful for some reason too. It was suspicious and did not sound right at all. He sounded like he was up to something...but he seems nice, so I think hell turn out just fine-
"I've just gotta have it—ah, I mean, I've just gotta have respect for it."
- And there it was. I knew something was wrong with that guy!
Suddenly the bird guy dashed to us in a flurry of fury and disappointment. He looked as he was going crazy with all the shit that happened today.
"Yuu and [Y/N]! Was I not clear that you are expected to take responsibility for your familiar? Now discipline your pet at once!"
"I've never seen that creature before in my life! I even told you repeatedly that it isn't mine!" Yuu bit back in annoyance. Sounds like he was holding it in for quite some time ahead. "Did you not hear it the first time I said it?!"
"Oh...Is that so?"
'Is this guy fr?'
"*Ahem* Then I shall have it expelled from campus. I shall even spare it from being served as dinner." In a nervous voice contrasting with his confident stature and poise. He looked like he was going to have a mental breakdown.
'Also cooking a CAT for dinner.....what absurdity is this....'  This guy is cray I tell you!
"My, but I AM kind. ...Someone take this away, please." So Grim is now a 'this'. Heh.
"Nooooo! Let me gooooo!" He desperately screamed in fear and disbelief. "You fools better remember my name!" I don't think I'll be able to hold on that promise Grim...I have a hard time remembering names.......
"Cause I'm gonna go down in the annals of magic history! Just you wait!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice shook the hall as he was guided out the room by the guards.
"Well, that was quite the unexpected fracas. I hereby declare that orientation has concluded." birdman declared in a hurry. "Housewardens, please escort your students back to the dorms."
"Finally....couldn't the guy say that like before all these shenanigans happened...." Yuu said while rolling his eyes and turning his head to me.
"I feel the same way Yuu... I fell the same way...." I said exhausted.
"...Hm? Come to think of it, I don't see Housewarden Draconia of House Diasomnia anywhere."
'What'
Did someone not get invited to the party?
....... Can't this orientation be normal for  ONE  second?!
"And that surprises you? Dude's a total recluse." the lion guy replied, sounding so done with all of this. He looked as if, that if this wasn't an important ceremony of sorts he would have dropped down to the floor and start sleeping.
"Wait a sec... Did anyone even invite him?" Said the cute white haired boy I helped in the fire in concern. He sounded quite concerned they didn't invite the Draconia guy.
"If you're that worried about him missing out, maybe you should have told him yourself." Said the beautiful man with purple under-toned hair.
'Wasn't this guy my housewarden?'
"Maybe, but I don't know him too well either..." said the white haired guy with a visible frown.
"Draconia... Like, Malleus Draconia? THAT Draconia?" said one student in fear and awe.
"So it's true? He really does go to school here?" one of them asks his friend.
"You think I know? I just figured it now to dumbass...." the friend replied back.
"Yikes...."
"Ah. Just as I'd expected." a different voice emerged from the group. He had the face of a new born baby yet had a voice gruff like a man. "I figured I'd come down and see for myself whether Malleus had made an appearance." The man with the deep voice, voiced out his feelings in plain disappointment.
"But once again, he was evidently not informed that his presence was required at an official ceremony." Now I feel bad for the Draconia guy....does he never get invited to parties or something?
"I mean, you must admit, he's not exactly the easiest person to strike up a conversation with." Well red head props to you! Its bad enough this whole ceremony was a flop but this wasn't right! Seriously though it's not nice to not invite an  IMPORTANT  figure to an  IMPORTANT  ceremony.
"No matter. All who were assigned to House Diasomnia, follow me. I just hope he doesn't sulk about this." The man with the deep voice sweatdropping at the behavior of the students. He was ready to turn back and leave. Before he could-
"Hey, I want you to give this to the Draconia dude...." I said with hesitance.
The deep voiced boy turned around as if he heard the best news ever. "Really! What is it dear?" Joy shining in his eyes as clear as day.
I quickly unclipped the necklace of my neck and handed it to him. "Hey dude this is a very important piece of jewelry to me...please tell the malleus guy to keep it safe....."
He quickly took the necklace from my hand in a gentle manner and smiled at me and he questioned "What is your name my fair lady, my name is Lilia Vanrouge."
"[Y/N] [L/N] is my name kind sir." I said as I curtsied to him.
"Well then thank you [Y/N]! I will now take my leave, I will surely and most definitely give your necklace to Malleus!" In utter joy as he left the room.
'Damn it...I forgot that necklace was from my sister....  😭  '
Yuu just stood there in the zoned out and looked brain dead for a moment.
'I don't think the all information has sunk into his head yet....'
As he slowly took in all the information, you could see his face slowly contort from nothing to utter terror.
"I can't believe I'm in a school full of  magical people  and a  princess  ?! What the hell is going on with my life!!??" He mumbled in anger and confusion.
I patted his shoulder to wake him up from his trance. He turned to me in a hurry, looking quite scared but it worked. He looked surprised and looked at me as if he saw a ghost.
"You good bro? I know that getting transported to a whack ass college is something you didn't want....but hey! at least we are in it together?" I told him in the flurry of the moment.
Let me tell you.....I have never in the past 40 minutes of meeting him ever seen him get so flustered his whole face would turn red.
Just as I was about to say something to him again. The bird man approached us again.
"Well, [MC]. This is a most unfortunate turn of events. I'm afraid that you will not be attending Night Raven Collage after all. Surely you realize that I cannot very well admit a student with no magical ability to my academy ."
'Damn the pain is real for Yuu'
"But worry not. The Dark Mirror will see you safely home. Now, step into the gate, and visualize the place where you came from." At least he gets to go back to his home. I have to stay here cause I am probably a convict in my world now and also I think I got sorted into Pomfire or Pomefiore or some house in this college.
Also can't bro give us some space without interrupting our conversation out of nowhere? I was trying to have quality time with my dude Yuu before birdman came to interrupt us.
As Yuu walked up the stairs to the mirror. He looked like he was going to drop dead with all the attention he was getting from everyone at the ceremony. Not gonna lie I would be like that too.
'Mental anxiety is frfr 100% all day'
"Phew..." Yuu let out an exhale in annoyance and fatigue. I guess all that drama took the energy out of him. I can say the same thing for me too.
"O Dark Mirror! Return this soul to where it belongs!" exclaimed birdman in a confident voice to the mirror.
"..."
'Why is the mirror unexpectedly quiet now?'
*Ahem*
"L-let us, er...try this again. O Dark Mirror! Return this soul—" sweatdropped at the revelation of the mirror not talking. Was this really the mirror's answer-
"There is no such place."
"What...?" Yuu and the bird man said in synchronization questioning the answer of the dark mirror.
'Wtf is with today and all these shenanigans'
"This has never happened throughout my long tenure. I must confess that I am at something of a loss." At a loss for words he asked Yuu in a hurry and panic.
"Tell me from what land do you hail from?"
"Sure. I'm from Tokyo, Japan"
'Well that was unusual.....I've never heard of a Japan of any sorts.....'
"I'm afraid I am not familiar with such a place. I am intimately acquainted with the origins of every student who has ever come here, and yet..." Mumbled bird-man out loud, as if trying to make sense of the situation.
"This mysterious homeland of yours eludes me. Let us go to the library and look it up, shall we?"
"Yes, sir...." answers Yuu hesitantly.
Turning to me the bird-man said "As for you young lady. You must go to your dorm, as you have been sorted by the dark mirror there."
"Ok bird-man" I said in recognition. "I would like to ask how would I get there? My dorm members have already left?" Looking at the empty hall in front of us.
"I will ask the esteemed Vice-Housewarden of Pomefiore to lead you to the dorm."
"Well, that sounds interesting...."
"His name is Rook Hunt. He will be here in a minute or so. So just wait here until he comes."
The bird-man turned his back and started to move towards the exit of the ceremony hall.
I turned to Yuu. "Hey Yuu...it was nice meeting you today! I hope that you will be able to get home soon!"
Yuu looked at me in silence and then answered "Thank you for the enjoyable experience today [N/N], I really liked your company, once again thank you."
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He turned around and left the following bird-man out of the ceremony hall. As the doors of the exit closed I was alone once again. It was lonely.
It was comforting yet lonely in a nostalgic way. I never felt so close to home in this silence. As I reminisced in the silence I hadn't noticed a person entering the room.
The person tapped my back. I stopped the urge to turn around and punch the guy like I did to Yuu. I looked back and saw blonde hair.
He was a taller-than-average young man with fair skin. His mid-length hair was cut in a bob style, with straight-cut bangs. Complementing his completion His eyes are green. He also has a wide-brimmed hat with a large feather on top. Altogether he just looked so pretty.
"Hello there mademoiselle. I have come to pick you up to take you to Pomefiore!" The guy said in glee. "Also my name is Rook Hunt. What may be your name mademoiselle?"
"Ah yes Rook- my name is [Y/N] [L/N] princess of the Andromeda. Pleasure to meet you!"
"Ah mademoiselle is a princess! I shall call you dame princesse!" A very unusual nickname but it was a good one nonetheless. "Now shall we go to the Dorm dame princess?"
I nod my head and we start to walk out of the ceremony hall to a new room. It had strange looking mirrors everywhere. We went into the one with a peacock and poisoned apple on it. It had a label at the top which was symbolized with the name of the dorm, it had a type of regal air to it. I felt as if I was entering my castle where I lived. It was nostalgic.
As we entered the Mirror Rook had started to talk again.
"Well then mademoiselle....this is where us people sorted into Pomefiore live!" In enthusiasm and ecstacy. "I can not wait for you to meet Roi du Poison, he is the housewarden and he is absolutely magnifique!"
As Rook rambled on about the housewarden and the dorm. I couldn't help but look at the dorm in awe. It looked like the palaces back in Andromeda but even more fashionable and regal! It looked fit to house a queen or a king. It looked amazing.
As we reached the entrance of the dorm, I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding......
'I have come all this way...I can do this...'
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Authors Note: 
I am so sorry for the delay of everything! I had my semesters going on and it let me tell you it's nerve-wrecking!
As of now the my semesters are still going on but I was somehow able to update today and I hope you liked it! It took me a whole week to write this chapter.....so it might be a bit inconsistent. 
So to the bad news.....I don't think I will be update book until the end of my exams which will after the 15th of March! I am so sorry and I apologize deeply for my very late updates. I hope you understand!!
Have fun reading!
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honeyjars-sims · 5 months
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1.37 Mutual Understanding
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[It's morning and Cece groggily makes her way to the living room, yawning]
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Johnny: Good morning!
Cece: AHHH! You scared the shit out of me! I thought I just heard Lexie leave?
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Johnny: She did. She got up early to run some errands before class and she said I could stay a little longer if I wanted.
Cece: Wait, you slept here last night? I didn’t know.
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Johnny: Yeah, not on purpose though. I dozed off and she didn’t want to wake me since I was sleeping so well. 
Cece: Hey, I’m your sister, not your mom. You don’t have to make up an excuse for why you slept here. You’re an adult, you’re allowed to sleep with your girlfriend. Just as long as I don’t have to see or hear it.
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Johnny: I know, that’s really what happened, though. We haven’t even done anything yet.
Cece: Really? I’m surprised with how much time you’ve been spending with each other.
Johnny: I guess I’m just waiting for the right moment.
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Cece: Aw, that’s kinda sweet. Especially for an 18-year-old guy. 
Johnny: Well, I really like her so I don’t want to mess anything up. And if I’m being completely honest, I’m a little nervous about it.
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Cece: Oh? Have you, like, done it before?
Johnny: Yeah…I mean, a few times, but I'm not exactly experienced. I've only been with a couple of girls. Ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you about this. You’re not going to run your mouth to Lexie, are you?
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Cece: No, I won’t say anything, I promise. I learned my lesson from last time. I’m glad you’re talking to me about it, though, because I can relate to being inexperienced. I’m actually demisexual myself.
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Johnny: I didn't know that, but I guess I don't really make a habit out of asking about your sex life.
Cece: Yeah, it's kind of awkward talking to you about it, but really, there's nothing for either of us to be ashamed of. Everyone should be able to set their own boundaries when it comes to sex. Do you think it's just nerves, or is there more to it?
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Johnny: I don't know. I definitely want to take things to the next level with Lexie at some point, but it's not always easy for me to put myself out there like that. I know people think teenage guys are horny 24/7, but I think I really have to trust someone first.
Cece: Yeah, same. Unfortunately I've had more than a few guys give me a hard time about it. It would probably be a good idea to talk to Lexie about how you’re feeling though. Who knows, maybe she’s nervous, too.
Johnny: I guess you’re right. I’ll bring it up next time I see her. I'm sorry you've run into so many assholes. So what’s up with that guy you’ve been hanging out with? Do you have feelings for him?
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Cece: Ben? I don’t really know. I enjoy spending time with him and we have things in common. I guess I’m keeping an open mind about it. I just don't want to get disappointed again. 
Johnny: It’s nice that you found someone new to hang out with regardless. You seem pretty happy. Wait…did we just have a moment of mutual understanding?
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Cece: I guess so! Maybe we aren’t that different after all.
Johnny: I knew my charm would rub off on you eventually.
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jungwonize · 2 years
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not another love song — wait...
WORD COUNT; 1.2k
small note 🎧 this is written + smau! screenshots after the written part~~ here take some cute idiots ynwon ft. sunsun our fav menaces!!
JAW DROPPING, YOUR EYES STARTED TWITCHING AS YOU REALIZED WHAT SITUATION YOU WERE IN.
I mean, come on. It's Yang Jungwon – not just that guitarist dude from that "who-the-fuck-is-that" band ENHYPEN, but Yang Jungwon! The Yang Jungwon from high school and your old crush.
You wouldn't call him a "old crush," but you've had the longest crush on that lad — and oh dear, you'd be lying if you said he wasn't even more attractive than before.
In fact, he was flawless. You could go on and on about him, with his dimples and cat-like eyes.
But, truly, this kind of "reunion" was...ridiculous. Meeting in a damned cafè? How silly.
"Oh," you mumble hesitantly, avoiding eye contact with Jungwon. "It has been a while! You— you look good, much better now, not as if you were unattractive before, I meant—"
Jungwon couldn't help but laugh at your rambling, which turned your cheeks red; how awkward.
"You're funny, Y/N. What are you doing here at this hour, by the way?" Jungwon asks between little chuckles, lifting an eyebrow and gently approaching you. "do you mind if I take a seat?"
You instantly nod, pulling the chair out for him until he grabs your arm — "Sit down. Don't worry, I can do it myself."
You scoff and roll your eyes as you remove his hand from your arm. "Pfft. Let me do what I want, and you go sit down." Jungwon says with a sigh and a defeated nod, "Whatever you say, ma'am."
Men can be so difficult, and for what? you wondered. While Jungwon took a seat beside you, the two of you began conversing about whatever came your mind. After the beverages were given, you both decided to stay a bit longer — as if you were on a date with your boyfriend.
"So, how's the band and all? Like, has it been difficult or something?" Jungwon asks, tilting his head and focusing his gaze on you as he takes a sip from his frappucino. "Well, after all, being in a band is never simple," you chuckled, returning your gaze to Jungwon. "I'll admit, being the main vocalist is exhausting; there are so many things to focus on."
Jungwon agrees with a nod and a smile, "True, it must be difficult for you, eh? Plus, you're ranked second to us, so I understand where you're coming from."
"Excuse me, but you're literally the top-ranked band; don't you feel pressured?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow. "I can't imagine playing a guitar in front of so many people; I'm always afraid I'll mess up or something." Jungwon chuckles, nudging you on the elbow, "Hah, bold of you to assume I wouldn't feel pressured, but all the nervousness goes away while performing — all that matters is giving the audience your best."
"Yeah yeah, I know. It's so much fun performing, I really do love it so much despite the nerves I have, but once I see the audience's satisfaction...just, it's so soothing to watch people appreciate the performance. I feel satisfied," you say.
You were so engrossed in the subject that you didn't notice Jungwon wasn't listening — he was just gazing into your eyes as if he were a lost boy, because seeing you so engaged in the subject was rather interesting to him. And plus — you were also rather attractive.
You two were still talking after an hour. It was now 8 PM, which meant you were two hours late for band practice; yet, you had no idea it had been cancelled because you hadn't checked your phone.
Wait. It was 8 PM, and you were two hours late for band practice. Fuck!
When you realize the time, you panic and grab your jacket and mask before getting up from your seat and taking the beverages from the counter. "Jungwon, I'm so sorry, but I have to go — I completely forgot about band practice; can we hang out another time? I'm really sorry!" you say hurriedly.
Jungwon's eyes widen as he recalls being late for band practice as well. "Shit, you're right. I just realized I'm late to practice as well..." he chuckles nervously, stroking the back of his neck.
You and Jungwon were two complete idiots. "By the way, Y/N, can I get your phone number?" Jungwon asks abruptly, pulling out his phone. "We should really hang out again, you know, when you're free."
You quickly nod and reach for your phone, dialing his number. "Here, just hit me up when I get back; I'll be so fucking dead when I get back, seriously..." you groan.
"Thanks! I'll definitely hit you up once I get back. Sorry for taking up your time, see ya!" Jungwon says as he swiftly dashes off — until he runs into not one, but two boys.
"Why the fuck were you taking so long, Yang Jungwon?" one of the boys questions. You came to a halt, wondering who in fucks name was talking — until you turned to see one tall boy wearing leather trousers and a black jacket. He was joined by a black-haired boy who was mostly dressed in a comfy coat.
Both appeared to be really intimidating. You cleared your throat — "Excuse me, but who are you guys?" you asked, raising an eyebrow and approaching one of them.
The boys' eyes widen, especially Jungwon's — "Y/N, don't! They're-" the black haired boy slaps Jungwon before he can finish his sentence — "I'm Sunoo! You're Y/N, right? From ÈTOILE?" he asks, his eyes twinkling. Sunoo's frightening aura vanishes as he simply stares at you in awe.
"Well...yeah? Uh, how do you know me and who are you?" you grin shyly, grabbing Jungwon by the arm. You whispered in Jungwon's ear, "They're not stalkers, right?" Jungwon couldn't help but sigh and facepalm. "Y/N, they're—"
"Why, hello there cutie. I'm Sunghoon, hot guy from ENHYPEN — and the rest are unnecessary. Ignore them, they're extras," the tall boy says, pushing Sunoo and Jungwon away from you.
You couldn't help but to snort. Who the hell are those gu— Wait. Did that guy just say "ENHYPEN"?
As you choked out of nowhere, your eyes widened. "ENH— ENHYPEN? The... ENHYPEN?" you stammer, absolutely perplexed. "Jungwon... are these your bandmates? Why haven't you told me?"
"Well, if only I hadn't been fucking interrupted!" Jungwon grumbles, his gaze fixed on the two cheeky youngsters. Sunoo wraps his arm around Jungwon's shoulder and laughs as Sunghoon shrugs it off.
"Sorry for interrupting your date, I guess..." Sunoo mutters under his breath. "I heard that! Plus, we aren't dating. Don't get any ideas." Jungwon glares, his eye twitching. Sunghoon giggles, wrapping his arm around Jungwon's shoulder. "Seems like I have a chance for Y/N, then," he whispers with a mischievous smile.
Sunoo couldn't help but to roll his eyes and slap both of them — "Sorry, Y/N. Ignore these two. Mostly Sunghoon. He's a jerk." Sunoo laughs nervously, pushing the both of them out the door waving you goodbye. "Shouldn't I be saying that?" Jungwon frowns. He sends you a sheepish gummy-like smile and greets you with a tiny wave of goodbye. You wave back, trying to hold in your chuckle.
"Goodbye, Y/N! Stay safe!" Sunoo smiles, and Sunghoon mouths the words, "Goodbye." Waving back, you greet them goodbye as well. "Stay safe, boys!"
Oh, it's been quite a night.
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IN JUNGWON'S DORM...
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❥ㆍSYNOPSIS it’s been a wild ride being a member of ÉTOILE, one of korea’s most popular girl bands. ranked #2 next to the hit boy band ENHYPEN, there was some competition between the two of you; but who knew that yang jungwon, your old crush from your school days, ends up in that band, and who knew that the boy you considered your old crush ends up longing for you?
❥ㆍMASTERLIST ♡ PREV ♡ MATCHING PROFILES? WHAT ABOUT MATCHING FEELINGS?
A/N not feeling good about yjw red hair im gomna kms
TAGLIST (BATCH TWO OPEN) @maiwon @onereic @slayjungwon @jungwonizer @vmpnoo @hiqhkey @soobinyz @ilynaevis @sh1mzu @blessed-sky @yeongwonie @chiyuv @yyunari @un-flirt @bambisgirl @acciomylove @lauvvai @atrirose @moatrashhh @wonwonyoyo @renjuns-grillfreind @annoyingbitch83 @seungstarss @luvhyun3 @dinosdance @shinsou-rii @naxoxomi @msxflower @lordduckass @love-4-keum @yyaes @enhacolor @soobsdior @ahnneyong @arizejkt19 @lovnayeon @deeznutsriki @jwsflower @harperwasstaken1
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rreskk · 1 year
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Hey would you possibly consider doing a Trevor X trans guy smut it's totally cool if you don't wanna but I'd love to see one because your writing is so good if not tho I hope you have a great day/night :) <3
---A/N: Of course >:) I hope this is good!
Summary: Trevor has eyes for a certain fellow and he's troublesome to get some action TW: Smut
You massaged your beard as you waited for your drinks to be served. With time to spare, you glanced around the strip club and watched from afar, desperate to feel synced with the energy around the room. You came here to excuse yourself from work, experiencing a long and hard week that you've earned the night to unleash yourself into the world of lust and sex.
As soon as the bartender served your drink, it was cooling to sip on the liquor, savouring the flavour of strength and intoxication. While you privately drank to reach a certain level of social energy, a dirty, almost disturbing old man sat beside you on the stool. He grimaced to himself and demanded some shots, protesting his 'uncontrollable horniness'.
Awkwardly adjusting yourself away, the stranger noticing your intensions and smirked sideways. He lifted a small cup to his lips and threw his head back, gulping down the liquid as he held strong eye contact with your nerve-wracking ones.
"Like what you see, handsome?"
You went to ignore his strange demeanour when he reached forward, passing your one of his vodka shots. His smirk grew wider at your confusion.
"What?" He jerked, "You don't want no booze with old Trevor?"
Having the urge to decline, you felt pressured and ended up downing more than one shots to your dismay. The guy, assumably called Trevor, tag tailed behind you when you tried to excuse yourself. His antagonising voice followed you around the club, catcalling and trying to submit to your submission.
"What do you want?" You suddenly raved as Trevor kiddingly leaned against the edge of the table, opposing a threatful smile.
"What do I want?" He cackled, "I'm high as a kite and horny as fuck. I just want you to jerk me off into a cup."
Disgusted, you turned your back until he scoffed at your stubbornness. Unlike every other guy he encounters, you are quite strong and dominant when facing him.
"I was kiddin'." Trevor cooed.
Disarming your prejudice, you patted him on the shoulder.
"Sorry man, I've just been stressed out and shit. No hard feelings, right?"
Trevor remained pessimistic of your statement and grew closer to you, physically. His nose was inches away from you. He glared into your eyes and began chuckling. The discomfort of smelling his warm breath made your stomach coil and twist.
"We don't allow stressed out people in this club..." Trevor winked, "It's against the policy. Why don't I give you a lovely lady?"
Breathing out nervously, you held out your hand and rejected him once again.
"I'm not into... Ladies," You opposed, "I was hoping to meet some guys around here."
The man gazed into your eyes dizzily. The alcohol consumption seemed to be taking an effect almost urgently. He hummed at your confession and smiled.
"We don't have male strippers here, pretty boy... There is only me. The fuckin' boss."
Reaffirming your sanity, Trevor enclosed your privacy and perceived a warm smirk. He was waiting for you to answer.
"Are you taking the piss?" You nervously asked.
He shook his head, "I'm not taking the fuckin' piss. I'll happily fuck you up, big boy. Now are you in this or not?"
The maniac's delightful words sent shivers down your spine. He foretold your desires almost perfectly yet you didn't want to delude a random pervert into messing with your private business.
"Listen man," You glared, "You freaky as fuck, alright? I want no funny business. I actually need to blow off some steam."
"Be my fuckin' guest!" Trevor lastly implied with desperate needs. He had not moved a centimetre away from you. "A hole is any fuckin' hole. I need to fuck something."
Aspiring to wake up anywhere but this guys bed, you mistakenly swallowed and nodded your head. If it wasn't for the dirt and craziness, he would be a handsome guy. That's what you told yourself when he lured you into the backgrounds, forgetting to lock his door.
Trevor threw off his shirt and adjusted the bulge in his trousers. You didn't want to be questioned again, slowly stripping until you were just in your underwear. The long scar marks that were resting slightly below your nipple reddened at how hot you grew. Trevor's cold hands soon warmed your body up suddenly. He somehow snuck behind and held you close, his fingers grazing your chest hair that followed from your belly button, to your pantie lines.
"Fuck, you are boiling." He whispered in your ear.
"It was hot near the bar," You grunted as he moved his hands down your stomach, "Listen man, dirty talk all you want, I want to cum then I'm leaving."
Trevor breathed out a chuckle, "You are using me for the sakes of my dick, handsome?"
You rolled your eyes and bent over the desk, grinding your ass against Trevor's heavy dick that twitched when being in contact with you. He whined and pulled down our underwear, lining himself up before pushing in.
You both moaned. While Trevor animalistically winced and groaned, you panted at his entry. You didn't expect him to be huge. It just kept on coming.
"Fuck, this feels good."
His pace began speeding up and Trevor's cock was already on it's last straw. You hoped he wouldn't cum before you, as it would defeat the point of agreeing to this situation.
His moans grew louder and louder. His hands gripped onto your well-defined back and began outlining your muscles with his fingers. The sensation absolutely destroyed you from the inside and out. As he was hammering away, the softness of his touch drove you crazy.
"Fuck." You lowly grunted, face fully hitting the desk at Trevor's roughness. It was unbelievably pleasurable.
"You'll never fuckin' regret this!" Trevor panted.
Something made you explode as you limby wfell when reaching your climax, falling against Trevor who allowed himself to squirt his fluids onto your admirable back.
"Yeesssss!" He moaned, "I fuckin' love you!"
Respirating for air, Trevor's chest firmly exploited your back and you both stood there in silence. His mouth could be felt moving, adjusting, scraping your naked neck.
"Come by more, will ya?"
With a pathetic nod of your head, you had agreed.
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kill-the-artiste · 1 year
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All The Excuses We Have For Catching Feelings: The Great Inquisitor. (Hot Boy on Ice)
Title: The Great Inquisitor. (Hot Boy On Ice)
Author: Ink~
Story Type: Alternate Universe
Pairing: This one is Jimmy/Jaylah (OC) (Jimmy is physically present in this story.)
Synopsis: Smooth. Like butter.
Rating: 18+, R (Foreplay, Vaginal Fingering, swearing, mentions of sex, Jimmy and his Prestige Level Seduction skills, Jimmy’s kink for “Being First”,)
Note: The third in Jaylah Cooper’s story, a direct sequel to “JNGVBM.” It is AU so they are not wrestlers, they have respective careers. As always, this is a work of fiction. l do not own anyone in the story that is not my OC, Jaylah. Please don’t copy or repost. Credit to whomever owns the gif.
Let me know what you think,
Ink~ 🖤
*The song inspiring this part is “The Nile’s Edge,” by the Band Vast. I highly recommend listening during the “Tour” portion.
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The third week of January wasn’t so bad. In fact, on a very easy going Wednesday morning, Jaylah was shocked to find that she woke without a headache.
Taking advantage of her usual two back to back days (Wednesday and Thursday, because the weekends were busy of course) out of the office, she took up the task of organizing her house. It was raining like shit outside anyway, what else was there to do?
Work was work. The training sessions were underway and the staff morale had improved. She implemented daily team building activities to keep everyone close and happy. 
Now, she could focus on herself for a bit. 
Not only had Jaylah managed to clear out all her work emails and make a call to her Mom, she had sorted out her closets and deep cleaned her kitchen.
She even showed her face at her building’s tenant’s meeting to pretend she gave a damn about what them nosy ass people were talking about for an hour of her life. 
They had the nerve to be talking about people and their cleanliness, when she knew for a fact that several of them left trash bags in the hallway.
With their nasty coffee. 
Aside from that, Jaylah was productive. She was a brand new bitch. Super bitch. 
The rest of the day was spent lounging around like the place watching terrible tv and eating trash because she deserved it. Before she knew it, she had read so many articles and watched so much tv, that she looked up and the day was over. 
As promised, Jimmy ended up making arrangements to come visit her like they had talked about over the phone. He informed her that he would touch down sometime the next morning when they texted that night before she fell asleep.
And just like a man, he hopped on the flight and neglected to give her all the time details. Talmbout some:
J🥂: Bout to go up, imma text u when I’m down. Send me where you live at so I can pull up when I get there. Imma be driving so I can scoop u and take u wherever. 😘😘
“Down WHEN? Up whereee?!” Jaylah groaned and slapped a hand over her face. He was driving her nuts. “C’mon bro-“
*PING*
J🥂: Don’t order no food, I got you. 
At a complete loss, Jaylah just peered at the screen through her fingers.
Crazy ass. 
Deciding that she had had enough excitement for the day, Jaylah quickly texted Jimmy her address, turned on her side and stuffed her phone under it. 
She would deal with it in the morning. 
That man could kiss her ass if he thought she wasn’t gone eat when she woke up, that was for sure.
J.J
Thursday morning, after walking her dog to her local coffee shop and getting herself a latte and breakfast sandwich (because who the fuck did that man think he was, telling her not to eat), Jaylah returned back to her apartment to continue straightening up. 
This was really just stress cleaning. Finding things to clean to soothe her nerves. The next thing was work, and…well, no. Not right now.
Jaylah hadn’t spent enough time at home lately to have messed it up, so there was nothing wrong with the way her loft looked. She was just…very self conscious about her home.
After she was sure she had bleached, sanitized, and sprayed every surface, Jaylah went for the decor. Swapped out her throw pillows for fresh ones. Fixed the couch covers. The floor was swept, mopped, and Jaylah topped it all off with scented candles.
Better. Much less stuffy.
Not that it was stuffy before.
Jaylah’s eyebrows furrowed when she heard her doorbell. Who the hell could be at her door, unannounced? 
Especially when she had made herself virtually unreachable for the day.
She hadn’t ordered anything so no deliveries were expected.
Sucking her teeth, Jaylah stomped over to the door with the full intention of ripping it open.
Ain’t no way boy, ain’t no-
She gasped and ripped her hand back, wide eyed. 
Jimmy.
Jaylah frowned. He really wouldn’t be as childish as to do something like showing up unannounced, right? Like, a surprise was one thing but this was just annoying. Was she overthinking it? Was she-
“DELIVERY, MISS!”
Jaylah blinked. Yeah, she needed to sit the hell down somewhere. 
She shuffled over to the front door, turned her locks, and sheepishly pulled it open. This was who she was tweaking over? The poor, tired looking delivery man?
Had him out here waiting because she was thinking about some man.
“I’m sorry,” Jaylah apologizes to the irritated looking man, patting her pockets. “Hold on-“ She locates a ten in her sweats pocket. “Thanks for waiting.”
The delivery man handed off her package and took the ten, smiling at her tightly. “Not all of us do, ma’am. You have yourself a good day.”
Jaylah head snapped back and she peered after him as he walked away. Blinking and shaking her head, she stepped back in and slowly shut her door. 
You know what…
Woooosaaahhh.
Out of habit Jaylah lightly shakes the box wrapped in shiny purple paper from side (clink) to side, up (thunk) and down, then unceremoniously drops it the counter with a little flourish of her hands. 
It hit it with a thud. 
There was some weight to that. 
She pulled the card out from under the black bow, pulls it out of the envelope, and arched an eyebrow. Pulling her glasses down into the bridge of her nose from atop her head.
Fly Girl,
I got some questions.
5 pm, B.B PRK.
32 degrees. Bring a coat, baby. 
It’s “mad brick.”
Deadass.
-J.
Jimmy.
How had he gotten her…
Jaylah guiltily glances at her phone.
Jaylah eyes the box, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. Guess she couldn’t really ask where he got her address from, huh? Because it was her dumb ass who gave it to him last night.
Fly girl.
That’s what her best friend had called her, because they used to ice skate and she would always go at crazy high speeds for the adrenaline rush.
But when had she told Jimmy…
Alcohol. Loose lips. Story of her life. 
Jaylah leans back, tilts her head, and uses the tip of her pointer finger to push the top of the box open so she can peer inside. 
And at the sight at the beautiful leather black ice skates, like a whole bitch, she began to cry. 
Pimp down.
Aggressively swiping a tear away, Jaylah grabs the box and heads back to her room, rolling her eyes at herself for being so dramatic. 
Before she went any damn where or planned any kind of fit for anything, She needed to go check her cycle calendar.
Something wasn’t right.
J.J
Around 4 fifty something, after a quick smoke session, Jaylah bundled up and arranged to meet up with Jimmy at the ice skate rink by Brooklyn Bridge. 
She settled on a pair of black leggings, a black knit sweater that fell off one shoulder, a pair of thick grey alien socks, and her black boots. 
After a second of consideration, Jaylah pulled her long braids up into a ponytail. Out of the way was better for her when she was active. She was a little rusty too, didn’t want to create any hazards. 
The last thing she did was give her dog a bit of food, grabbing the newly gifted skates and her hooded pea coat off the side table on the way out of the door. 
The cab ride she takes there doesn’t last long, the Bridge was just fifteen minutes away. After exiting and walking to the entrance of the rink, she stops when she hears shouting.
It was coming from the rink. 
Laughter bubbles up in her stomach and she presses a hand against it, watching the sight before her. She must have smoked too much. 
Jimmy was out there on the ice, sliding around like a graceless baby deer.
 It couldn’t have been.
The man invited her to a ice skating rink and he couldn’t skate.
Jaylah couldn’t bring herself to sympathize. Capping was dangerous, and he had obviously figured that out judging by how alarmed he looked out there.
She composes herself enough to get all the way in to change. She tried to pay, but that had already been taken care of by Jimmy.
Who was currently on his back like a fish out of water, fake swimming on ice.
Jaylah’s laughs were the loudest thing in that park that night for sure.
J.J
Eventually feeling bad for Jimmy because there were adolescents out there owning his ass, Jaylah laced up and glided out to help. 
She taught him the basics in about two minutes to help him balance. That was the first thing. The second was combining balance with movement.
Jimmy not wanting to move at all made this an issue for a good five minutes.
By the time an hour had passed, Jaylah was finally able to get Jimmy moving confidently, holding her hand tightly as he carefully moved over the ice with her. 
One of her proudest moments for sure.
Jimmy squeezes her hand and playfully flares. “Miss, miss, miss! stop skating so fast, please.”
“Get off the ice if you scared.” Jaylah giggled.
“Don’t fuckin’ play with me Jaylah.” Jimmy grumbled.
“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Jaylah.” Jaylah mimicked childishly, turning slightly as she shifted from her left foot to her right. “It’s not my fault your daddy never let y’all do anything for real.”
“You fake if you let me go down. Look at you, unloyal-“ Jimmy’s eyes widen when he stumbles suddenly. He slips a little, hands shooting out to grab the barrier. 
“That’s what you get for talking shit.” Jaylah quips, helping him steady himself by grabbing onto his Polo Puffer Jacket.
“New York girls are mean as fuck for no reason. I ain’t taking you out anywhere ever again,” Jimmy complains. “I ain’t get a thank you, no “how thoughtful of you, almost dying out here for me” or nun’…”
“Nobody told you to come out here trying to cap like you know something about some ice skating.” Jaylah pointed out. “You knew the lies were nasty work before you told them. Now look. You look crazy.”
“You’re a hater.”
“You’re cold, and you wanna go home real, real bad~” Jaylah sang, gracefully skating a circle around Jimmy when he finally pushed himself up and away from the barrier, slowly inching forward.
“Don’t look over here for comfort when you bust your ass trying to give Olympics.” Jimmy couldn’t wait until her ass fell.
She was going on the NET for fucking with him tonight.
“I won’t,” Jaylah tossed her hair. “I actually know how to skate and maintain my balance, baby. That’s the difference between the two of us.”
Jimmy looked up to say something smart back, but was soon much more concerned with the fact that he was moving faster than he should be at his very low skill level. He waited until he bumped into the barrier and took hold again.
This skating shit was hard. And these New York temperatures were disrespectful. 
But he told himself, once more, that it would be worth enduring the cold as long as he got to see her live her best life. 
“So you got questions?”
Jimmy looks up and backs up against the barrier. “What was that?”
“Your note,” Jaylah replied quietly. “It said you had questions.”
Perfect. Just what Jimmy had been waiting for. Her nosy little ass had taken long enough…
Jimmy straightened up. “Yeah, that’s what usually happens right. You ask questions when you’re on a date.”
Jaylah let out a mock gasp. “This is a date?”
Jimmy cut his eyes and sucked his teeth. “I dont know why you swear I’m the one to play with, but-“
“My bad, playa.” Jaylah tried her damndest not to laugh and blinked innocently.
He should have seen his face.
To make amends, she skated over to grab his hand with a little pout. She tugged it and nodded toward the rink.
He snorted and they started to skate again.
“Anyway,” Jimmy continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “I was reading an article about getting to know your partner or whatever. Thought it might be fun. A handful of random questions meant to help tell me a lil’ bout you.”
“That’s…oddly sweet.”
“And you gotta answer them all. If you don’t wanna, I get to add on one to make up for it.”
Jaylah rubbed her thumb over the back of Jimmy’s hand as they slowly went round the rink together. “Is there a reason why you…picked this?”
“Because I wanna get to know you.”
That was an innocent enough answer.
Jaylah nodded. “I don’t see why not. Do I get to ask you anything?”
Jimmy shakes his head.
Jaylah couldn’t say she was surprised. There was always a catch. “Whatever.”
“I might ask you these at any point in the night, though. It ain’t a quick fire thing.”
Jaylah narrows her eyes a little at the prospect of giving people personal information about herself for the sake of some game. “What are you getting, though? That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
Jimmy shrugs a shoulder and squeezes her hand. “Insight. Look, I’m just out here to hang with you. No sex involved. Swear. In fact, that’s off the table completely.”
Jaylah stiffened. He ain’t have to do all that, now-
“I don’t see how-“
Jimmy holds up a hand. “It’s settled. We gonna be freak free today.” He held a hand out. “Make me the small promise that you’re at least gonna try with me.”
Jaylah visibly deflated and took his hand, unable to deny him when he looked so earnest.
Ugh. 
“Fine.”
J.J
“How tall are you?” Jimmy asks Jaylah, peering down at her as they walked across the parking lot to where his car was parked. 
Jaylah stood back when Jimmy unlocked the door, reaching down to open her door. Tiptoeing, she tugged at his jacket until he leaned down, then kissed his cheek as a thanks. “5’2.”
Jimmy walked around the drivers side and whistled. 
“See, thats why you act like that. Fuckin’ Napoleon.”
J.J
It was almost 8 pm when they pulled into the drive thru of a nearby fast food restaurant at Jaylah’s request. After relaying her order, he pulled around to where they would pick up.
They sat there in a comfortable silence for a bit as they waited, with Jimmy resting a hand on the wheel and Jaylah scrolling through some article on her phone.
“You on birth control?” Jimmy asks suddenly, breaking the silence. 
Jaylah paused, then turned in her seat. “Yes, and I will continue to be because I don’t want to be the mother of anybody’s kids.”
Jimmy pulls up a little further once called, and reached out of the window out to take the food from the employee that handed it over with a quiet thank you. 
Well then.
“Good to know.”
J.J
When Jimmy was forced to stop at a Liquor store to look for a nice wine to aid Jaylah in the nightcap She decided she “needed” after getting the food, he knew it was really just a desperate little game she was playing to delay the inevitable.
Getting to her house.
She had been chatty and animated all the way until they turned onto her block. Then she started shifting around in her seat, putting windows down.
The energy shifted right back to where it always did.
Jimmy knew exactly what she was feeling because he felt it too.
But that particular appendage, where he felt it, was one that he was not utilizing tonight.
And apparently, his little skate buddy wasn’t doing so well with that information.
“I just really forgot I didn’t have wine in the fridge. Sorry-can we just stop here right quick? I’ll be fast.” Jaylah had promised.
Jimmy was all too happy to play along.
He followed her into the store as if he didn’t have a care in the world and lended a hand in finding what Jaylah was “looking for.”
Jimmy waited for a bit. He stopped to pick up a bottle and read the label as Jaylah rattled off about something he knew she didn’t actually care enough to talk about.
He waited until he knew she was distracted.
And then…
“What’s your full name?”
Jaylah turned and bristled a little. “My government?”
“You ain’t stupid, baby. It’s weird when you try to be.” Jimmy hums, pressing the wine bottle back into the holder. He selects the Pino Grigio he was originally looking at, knowing Jaylah’s tastes in wine were similar to his.
Bitter.
Jaylah just stared at him, arms crossed. He was something else. “You know the first and the last.”
“Not your middle.”
“Your problem, not mine. We’ve known each other since we were kids. You should have payed better attention when they were saying it in school.” Jaylah snaps.
“What if I wanna hear you say it?” Jimmy closes in on her. “Ever thought of that?”
“I think you should call my office and listen to my voicemail.” Jaylah scowls up at him.
Jimmy sighs in boredom. “Do I hear a forfeit?” He rolls his eyes up to the ceiling. “Five, four, thre-“
“Jaylah Gwen Cooper.”
“And your birthd…” Jimmy trailed off and chuckles to himself “…y’know what?” He flashes her a grin and circles her, slapping her ass as he passed on his way to checkout. “Nevermind.”
Jaylah gasped.
“You know something bitch, fuck you and this lil’ game-“
“Checking out, sir?” The amused clerk asked a content looking Jimmy. “I hope you found everything well.”
“Sure did,” Jimmy sways to the left to evade the small fist that flew at his head with a dreamy sigh, taking his wallet out to pay. “Thank you.” 
J.J
Jaylah had been making small talk with Jimmy as best as she could since they arrived back at her apartment. They kicked off their shoes and sat on the couch, smoked and listened to music. They talked about work.
But the tension. It wouldn’t let Jaylah hold her tongue anymore.
“So what brought you here for real? You ain’t just come down here to ice skate with me.” 
Jimmy chuckled and wrapped an arm around the back of her leather black sectional. “Business.”
There it went again. Business. That had been Roman’s excuse for his visit. “Why y’all always got “business,” She crooked her fingers in air quotes. “Somewhere?”
Jimmy shrugged and just smiled at her, licking his lips. “I don’t know. ‘Cause we busy.” He got up and began to stroll around her living room with his hands tucked in his pockets, admiring how Jaylah had managed to make her home look like a gallery of sorts.
“That didn’t answer my-“
“-Ay, mind if I take a trip to your bathroom real quick?”
Jaylah blinks, clearly taken a back at the sudden request. “What?”
What was going on here?
“I wanna use your bathroom,” Jimmy stops and turns. “Then if you want, you can show me around. You put work in here. I like art. Show me some art.”
Jaylah raised her eyebrows. Design was one of her secret loves, and she could talk anybody’s ear off that asked. 
“‘Round the corner after you go straight down that hall.” Jaylah points down a hallway that lead to the bathroom on the lower floor. “I can make us tea, for the…tour. Or whatever. If you want a drink-“
“-Nah, tea’s fine. What you ‘bout to make?” Jimmy interjected before she could finish, not being able to help a grin at the way she helplessly watched him roam around her house as if he owned it.
“English breakfast with carnation.” Jaylah squeaked.
“That your favorite?”
“…yeah?”
Jimmy snorted and headed down the hallway. “Yeah, you Caribbean. Shit probably gone come out thick as fuck. Imma still drink it though, Baby Girl.”
“Shut up!”
J.J
When Jimmy returned from the bathroom, Jaylah gave him his tour and tea (with a consistency that was just fine, thank you) as promised. They started in her den. It was beautiful, simple, filled with muted blues, greys, and lots of black. 
A light neo soul tune played from the speaker she had set up somewhere.
Okay, Miss Jaylah. 
She was a fuckin’ vibe. 
Jaylah owned lots of books, and music memorabilia. She had creatively managed to factor some of the music items into her way of decorating, making for some pretty dope visuals. 
And it didn’t shock him in the least. When she wasn’t pretending to be saving somebody’s world, she liked to spend time improving her favorite space. Home. 
“So, let me ask you something…”
Jimmy turned and raised his eyebrows. “That ain’t the way the game goes.”
Jaylah snorts. “That’s bullshit.”
“Everybody gets to know who they fuck with at some point, whether they like it or not. What’s the problem?” Jimmy responded cooly. 
“Because that wasn’t vague as hell.”
“If that’s how you wanna put it.”
“Jimmy, whyyyy areeee youuuu hereeee?” Jaylah leaned forward, slowly saying the words as if he were incompetent.
Jimmy simply ignored her and continued his annoying wandering.
Jaylah trailed behind Jimmy, almost running up on him to take a vase he had been in the process of picking up away from him. “Uh uh. You can’t come up in here and put your hands on stuff that don’t belong to you-“
“I accept that.” Jimmy nodded and then mockingly cocked his head thoughtfully. “Does that go for pussy?”
Jaylah shot him a disgusted look. “Was that a question?”
Jimmy sipped his tea, grin plastered on his face. “Yes. But only because you told me that yours belonged to me mid backshot.”
Jaylah clutched her fist tightly. Oh, how she would love to lump him over his damn head…
“Boy, fuck you.” Jaylah gritted out.
“I’ll let you get away with not answering that one, cause I know you maaaaad, aaaahhh-“ Childishly, he stuck his tongue out at her. 
Jayda swore and stomped off to find her spliff. “Bird.”
Jimmy followed, smirking smugly. 
And hella cute when she pouted, too. 
J.J
‘Not him withholding dick…’
“You got a nice place. This all you or did you get a designer?” 
Jaylah crosses her arms over her chest and comes to stand where Jimmy had stopped, right in the center of the living room floor. 
‘He ain’t really gonna really withhold dick…’
Jaylah blinked back the thought and refocused “What?”
‘He been playing games all fucking night…I feel like he might withhold dick…’
“Your space here.”
“Oh. Yeah. No, I uh…”
It was actually her favorite part of the house. It was a wide, open, minimalist space she created by shifting her sectionals and furniture around strategically. Covering the hardwood floors was a wide black and Grey plush rug. 
It could be anything. Meditation space. Exercise space. A place to lay while you studied or wrote.
It’s where she stood when Jaylah was feeling lost and wanted to mull over where to go next. She purposely pushed everything in this space out so she could see. 
“Me.” she said softly. “It was me.”
J.J
Jimmy observed the art on the walls of her upstairs hallway. The pieces were not by anyone he could name at all, but they were fitting for Jaylah. Lots of watercolor paintings. Scenic backgrounds. Stuff that probably put her at ease.
Jaylah had been hovering near him. Chewing her lip and twirling a braid around her finger. Her replies were clipped, too. She was anxious.
He wondered if it was because he had said…
No. Jimmy shook his head and looked away. That was thirsty thinking. 
“Is your official diagnosis Anxiety?” Jimmy asked without thinking. “Or is it something else?”
Jaylah stared ahead blankly. “Yes.” She replied simply. 
Jimmy nodded. That made sense. 
She was wound tight as shit. Like a coil. 
Literally, from what I can remember from having been in it.
Jimmy let his eyes fall shut. Shit. He had been doing so well.
Didn’t matter. He had to take this L. He told her one thing and he was committed to it. There was to be no fucking of any kind, and he meant that shit. 
Dinner and a movie sounded good. 
He’d google some options. 
J.J
The impromptu tour ended by the upstairs bedroom.
Up against the door of it.
Who’s fault had it been? 
Guess.
Hint: It was the man who had his hand shoved down Jaylah’s Leggings.
“Wait, Jimmy-“ Jaylah reached back blindly to grab the doorknob and hold it closed when he turned it, teeth biting into her bottom lip to stifle soft moans. 
Damn it, why were they like this? 
“What happened baby?” He murmured, sucking and nipping his way up her neck to her ear. 
“What about the no sex thing?” Jaylah panted, weakly pawing at his chest.
Jimmy laces their fingers together, dragging her free arm above her head and pressing it into the door. His hips worked in a slow, gentle circle as he ground them into hers. “Why you asking so many questions right now?”
“Oh, I KNOW you ain’t talk-“
“Shhhh….”
Jaylah whines and her eyes roll back a little. Jimmy was the one who made up them damn no sex rules and he was here making it hard. He was making it so so fucking hard-
“Changed my mind-“ Jimmy lightly traces his fingers over her clit through her panties and then grips her hip tightly, sliding it around to cup her ass.
Jaylah couldn’t breathe. She was on her tiptoes, clinging onto whatever she could. Why couldn’t he just-
“But-“
“-Fuck all that.”
THANK GOD.
“Thank god.” Jaylah’s head fell back against the door with a thud when the lunatic of a fucking man grinned wildly, and shoved his entire other hand down her leggings so he could roll them down her hips, over her thighs…
She nearly tripped over her feet as he shucked them off.
Everything about the way Jimmy was touching her and kissing her, the way his hands confidently slid over the contours of her body like they knew the layout, made her feel as if she were once again experiencing a film she loved to watch over and over again. All he was doing was undressing her.
Jaylah’s panties fell to the carpeted floor just as Jimmy dragged his hands up her sides, fingers wrapping thenselves in the fabric of her sweater. The garment crept up, up, and over her head.
Jaylah’s heart almost jumped out of her chest when Jimmy grasped her by the waist with two hands and yanked her forward into him.
“Jimm-“
“-Mm, mm. None of that.” Jimmy spun her until she was facing away from him, then all but trapped her back against the door with her cheek resting against it. “I need you to remember something for me before I give you what you want.”
Jaylah groaned. More fucking games? “What is it?”
“You know what it is,” Jimmy gripped her throat with one hand and squeezed lightly, pulling her head back so she could see him. “It’s the same reason why that pussy’s been wet all day.”
Jaylah purred at the sensation of his fingertips dragging their way up the back of her spine, drawing circles, hearts…then they slipped up and flipped the clip on her bra open. “Almost there…you still with me?” Jimmy releases her throat so he can go back to stimulating places that were of more interest to him, sliding the hand back between her legs.
Jaylah nodded, pressing her ass back into him when he reaches around to toy with clit again, holding her still with a hand grasping her hip firmly as he increased the pressure gradually.
“Answer me, Jaylah.” Jimmy demanded gently, rubbing her in slow lazy circles. He slid a finger into her, then dragged the wet digit up over her clit. “I’m talking to you, baby. You don’t hear me?”
Jaylah, blissed out as she was, could only really manage to whisper out an unintelligible response.
Not at all satisfied, Jimmy closed the litttle bit of space left between them, pressing his dick right into her ass. “You need some inspiration or sum’? Hm?”He kicked her feet apart a little further, sliding his middle finger inside of her.
“YES, I hear you, Jimmy please!” Jaylah cried, banging her fist against the door in frustration, hips rolling into Jimmy’s hand greedily. Not enough. It wasn’t enough. “I don’t know what you want-“
“Yes you do, baby. Think.” Jimmy whispers and taps the hand that was clutching the doorknob. “C’mon…”
Jimmy’s touch was familiar because he had seared it into her skin.
Jaylah realized that she had been craving it.
It made sense. According to Roman, Jimmy had been the first to..
That’s what it was.
They had bonded intimately. Her body remembered and desired his touch, specifically, even if she hadn’t.
It was probably why her body relaxed so suddenly when Jimmy wrapped his arms around her that day they woke up together.
Jimmy turned her back to face him and pulled back to stare at her, eyes darkened with arousal. “Ahh, there it is. You remember how I handled your pretty little ass that night now, huh? See…you had to.” He closes in on her and leans down, cupping her chin to give her a messy kiss. “Jey might have been the last to make you cum that night, but I was the first.”
Jaylah turned the knob and slammed the back of her foot into it, pushing it open hastily.
“Last question.” Jimmy slowly guided her back into her room, eyes locked on hers. “Who’s pussy is this tonight?”
Jaylah all but dragged him in with her, fully intending to pay him back for all his teasing.
“Yours.”
A/N: Tsk tsk…it’s not fair to have favorites…
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How does your muse feel about mine? || Accepting !
@technodromes sent: How the muse feels about yours meme: 💞 Krang about Rick // 💔/💞 Subprime about Rick // and Bishop is just like ❔❔❔ towards Rick and 💛 (💝) about Morty
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Before commenting on each pair, I'm gonna say something that applies to them all: Rick and the blorbs need to get their shit together !!
💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.
I can't really blame Krang too much for being unable to decide how he likes Rick, especially considering how hard Rick makes it for him to figure it out xD Though, the denial is all on Krang, no room discussion there.
They are definitely science bros, and it shows when they get along and when they band together against Subprime xD But at the same time there's obviously more there. Even without counting the kissing, they do flirt...in their very particular way xD
For what concerns Rick, I think he's just going with the flow. He does like Krang, even if he gets on his nerves, and he has fun being around him. So he merely does what the mood of the room allows. He's content to be whatever with the blorb, be it friends, friends with benefits or something else. As long as they stay buds, he'll be onboard x3
Sorry Krang, if you're hoping that Rick will help you figure it out...It's not happening! xD
💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling / 💔: Hates their guts.
I dare to say that on the topic of hating each other's guts, those two are on the same page...and it might be the only thing the agree on, which says a lot, if not it all, about the sort of relationship they have xD
Yet, we've seen Subprime making up excuses to cover the fact that he's jealous of the better bond RIck has with Krang, so...there's definitely some form of attraction there. Tbh Rick keeps pulling at Subprime's metaphorically pigtails (and at his literal spines too), and that's very much kindergarten courting behaviour xD I think we can safely say that Subprime isn't the only one to feel it.
Also, the freaking tension between these two is unbearable half of the time.
❔❔❔ [necessary addition I dare to say xD]
The first thing that comes to my mind whenever I see Bishop dealing with Rick is "poor sod" xD He's so nice and mostly clueless, he doesn't deserve to be tormented like that. Unfortunately, his personality is the reason why Rick has fun targeting him, even despite the fact that Morty tends to scold him if he finds out that he had been messing with his friend.
Still, even if it's hard to believe, Rick does like Bishop too. He never misses the chance to make fun of him or to complain about how serious he is, but deep down he recognises the Utrom's skills and he also appreciates him being friends with Morty (even if Rick would die before admit this).
None of that, though, it going to stop him from keep on sending the wildest mixed signals in poor Bishop's direction xD
💛: Loves them platonically / 💝: Looks up to them as a role model.
And after all these confusing, messed up relationships, we have Morty and Bishop who are so wholesome <3 I already love their friendship, with Morty teaching Bishop about Earth (and well, he is a role model / mentor in this sense), but also with them butting heads about morals, behaviours and rules xD
I like the thought that Morty can teach Bishop that, most of the time, things aren't black and white, and that he needs to learn to navigate the grey in-between and also bend the rules sometimes.
On the other hand, Bishop can remind Morty that there's still good and trustworthy people out there, since his experiences with Rick have been pushing him to think that it's never been true.
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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year
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I agree with prev anon that reader was a bit frustrating because she said some out of pocket stuff (though it wasn’t intentional or said out of maliciousness) but Atsumu making an effort and trying for 3 weeks is the bare bareeeee minimum come on!!! 😭We gotta stop giving credit to men who do the bare minimum in terms of being a nice respectful person. Like if someone was into me I’d HOPE they would be nice and “try” while they were making an effort to date me???
Especially cause all it took was one comment for him to revoke it and throw it in her face. What does that say about him 😭 reader’s mess up was due to nerves and not stopping to think before she spoke, Atsumu’s mess up was due to him knowingly choosing to perform an action that he was aware would hurt her on some level since he knew she was into him as well. Their convo outside their rooms could’ve been solved with an honest follow up conversation, but he decided to revenge fuck a stranger and make her a witness to it so he could punish her for making a petty comment towards him.
What she said wasn’t even false either because he did have a track record of bringing home multiple girls every weekend lmao if he doesnt like people pointing out his past behaviour then I dunno maybe demonstrate that you don’t engage in that behaviour anymore?! Not go out and immediately prove y/n right!!
okay yes. no okay yes I UNDERSTAND i understand. and i'm not saying we like praise him for the effort that's he's putting into it and the change in patterns that he's exhibiting, but more like aw man no yea this is actually the longest change in pattern that he's displayed.
(omg look another read more because i have so much to say/try to explain) but also it'll all be explained better in the next chapter lmao lmao. i will probably stop long explaining a lot of these and just let you guys read the next chapter and either like it or not HAHAHHA.
i feel like no one is -IN ANY WAY- skipping over the fact that the bs he pulled was shitty and he is an asshole because like yea no ur 100% right he's an asshole.
i just think that the layers that i built into twrt are kinda a lot and complex because it's not just "oh reader is super super into atsumu so why doesn't atsumu just date her instead of having sex with other people" its much more like "reader is keeping atsumu at arms length while still engaging with and flirting and practically fucking him while they're drunk" like reader specifically is not trying to be in a relationship with him while still doing relationshipy things because she's terrified of the effect that it'll have on a lot of aspects in her life and the hesitancy that she's feeling is super evident and real frustrating for someone who has, many times, tried to breech this line of oh let's actually date.
NOW IS ALL OF THIS AN EXCUSE FOR THE WAY THAT ATSUMU ACTED? yea no of course not but i just mean that it doesn't boil down to oh yea no reader has done NOTHING BUT want to be with atsumu she literally wanted to fuck maki like,,,, a few weeks prior to this conversation. and it wasn't as vindictive or shitty as atsumu's because of cOURSE IT WASNT but we don't really get to see atsumu's side or feelings in any of this the entire time bc its from reader pov. so it's hard to like,, understand the other side of it.
and i will say the comment that she makes outside of his door serves less as a reminder of his past and more of sudden change in tendencies. i don't know if that distinction makes SENSE but it does in my mind hehe.
also when i came up with the idea for this fic, this is always the way that i wanted the conflict to go. which became a bit difficult as it moved from being a oneshot to a chaptered fic and all of the feelings that came along with it. this shit is much less ouch when yknow- you dont have as much background as you do in the chaptered versions but i hope that chapter7 gives some insight? some better like oh yea ok yea tori you explained that really well, nice.
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rimouskis · 2 years
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okay for me i found the gideon the ninth audiobook narration kind of off putting, the voice actress just wasn't my vibe, but once i physically read it and like developed my own like narrative voices for all the characters i really got into it. it's also one that's meant to be read and reread with a lot of foreshadowing and clues and worldbuilding that can be confusing on a first read but on rereads are super engaging and really click. the second book messes around with different pov structures and flashbacks that seemingly contradict the first book until various plot things are revealed
(also there was a post that said something along the lines of "all the narrators in the locked tomb series are people who are constantly three steps removed from having any clue what's going on" and while i really loved that aspect i know lots of people find it frustrating)
I liked the voice actress! I was amused by her accent, haha, but I'm easy in that way. I typically love books with lost of foreshadowing and delicate plot things going on, but I felt, like.. so disconnected from the actual plot in a bad way.
[spoilers below!]
like I think it started off in a very promising way... gideon wants to escape, the escape fails, she gets whisked off-world... but as soon as they got onto first house I always felt like I was waiting for some higher stakes to connect gideon to the goings-on.
in a way I think harrow might have been a better POV character for this first book? she, imo, had more of a personal stake in winning. I personally didn't really get why gideon would need to care much about "winning" and ascending to lyctorhood. harrow... sure, I get that: she wants to obtain power since she's destroyed her house and family by being curious and not following rules, but when it came to gideon I just kept thinking, "why do you care? why wouldn't you want to run away? what is keeping you here (emotionally)?"
I also think the "lesbians in space!" bit was oversold, which was a slight bummer for me ���� I LOVE ROMANCE I would have probably been happier if gideon and harrow had done a little "oh shit feelings reveal" moment halfway through the novel. I get that it isn't a romance buuuuut with all the chatter about it I almost wish it was! I do respect the fact that almost all the main characters were women and there were a lot of conflicts between them that were, like, "okay cool this is a Lesbian Narrative" but alas I am a romance girlie at heart.
back to the plot: I think gideon lacked motivation and stakes. I think she needed a more personal connection that was more clearly revealed to the audience. I LOOOOVE Big Reveals in books, but I like when they're deftly done. personally I felt the end fight (that took up like a solid hour of narration, I'm not going to lie ahaha) was basically an excuse to tie gideon up and have characters monologue at each other to explain why they care at all about the plot.
when we finally get the reveal that gideon and harrow have a shared past of being the only surviving children of the ninth and that gideon was feared for surviving the nerve gas, I was like: cool. when we got the reveal that gideon felt guilty for killing harrow's parents, I was like: ahaha wait. because we should have found that out much, much sooner as readers.
if muir had spent more time doing character work with gideon and delving into her headspace during the trials, I might have been more engaged during them AND we wouldn't have needed an infodump at the end. it MAYBE could have worked if harrow hadn't known about gideon's involvement at all (so there would be more stakes: I Must Keep My Secret From Harrow), but harrow knew everything [except for the precise "I'm personally culpable for their deaths" emotion gideon had, but even that was like... immediately introduced and immediately resolved, so we didn't even get any tension between them about it!].
I'll compare it to one of my favorite books ever, the queen of attolia. if you haven't read it, stop reading this post NOW and go read it, because I'm about to spoil the big twist that had me yelling in my car when I got to its section in its audiobook:
when it was revealed that Eugenides was in love with Irene, and had been in love with her when she cut his hand off, and had STAYED in love with her, and had pursued her once again and taken her because he STILL LOVED HER AFTER WHAT SHE DID TO HIM, AND THAT WAS WHY HER ACTIONS WEIGHED HEAVILY ON HER, AND THAT WAS WHY HE CONTINUED FORTH IN THE WAR, I was GOBSMACKED and I was like OH EVERYTHING MAKES SENSE, but the only reason I felt satisfied about it was because leading up to that, Gen and Irene both had other motivating factors to be involved in the plot. the reveal of Gen's feelings radically deepened that investment, but there WAS investment there in the first place.
and back to gideon the ninth: I felt SO removed from the plot, and gideon felt uninvested in the plot, and we had this HUGE swath of characters when all I really wanted to focus on was gideon and harrow and what the fuck was going on between them!
I think confused and removed narrators can be done well, but gideon the ninth didn't quite hit for me. I think a big part of it is how HYPED this book has been on the corners of booklr and booktok I've seen. Like, I had high expectations, and that's always dangerous!
I liked the humor, and I found gideon fun, and I want more of gideon and harrow, but the book as a whole didn't quite give me what I was looking for. that's okay! not everything is for everyone, but I'm glad I read it and was able to get an idea of what everyone was buzzing about
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Idk if the first link worked. Sorry if you get it twice!
bobbirpt.tumblr . com /post/668429767113129984/the-only-thing-i-really-hate-about-indie-rping-on
holy fucking cow bro. this is somehow an even worse post than i thought it was going to be. “it’s takes seconds to write up ‘hey im really sorry i wont be responding to our rp...’ like your partners don’t owe you anything??? and they have the nerve to say that [our] parents didnt raise us right like???? how entitled do you have to fucking be to think that anybody owes you a reply on tumblr dot com??? i hope bobbi washes off their clown makeup before they get into bed each night or else their pillow cases are gonna be a mess :// also if you’re that pressed about people ‘ghosting’ you in roleplay that you have to go on a whole rant like this, i am praying that you get a life. like it is totally fine to be pissed when someone seemingly ghosts you, but to go on a public rant like this and basically attack every person that’s ever had to drop a thread for mental health issues is actually grim.  btw anon - your first link sent fine !! thank you for the follow up ask though<3
screenshot + image description under the cut! be warned - it is not pretty and may be distressing to some readers. (also i’ve tried to tag this as best i can with the appropriate triggers, so please let me know if any additional ones need to be added!) 
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[image description: a rant from bobbirpt regarding mental health ‘excuses’ within the indie community. it reads as follows, with edits for grammar:  The only thing I really hate about indie rping on Tumblr is this culture of “it’s okay to not reply to people. It’s okay to ghost your writing partners if you’re just not feeling up to rping. It’s okay to disappear and not give anyone a head’s up. It’s okay to ignore people and if they don’t like it, it’s okay!” 
And it’s like... no, none of those behaviours are okay. Being inconsiderate isn’t okay. Being a shit rp partner isn’t okay. Being a shitty person isn’t okay. Then getting mad when no one wants to write with an inconsiderate flake isn’t okay either. 
Your parents raised you with zero manners and then y’all have the audacity to blame it on mental illness or ‘self-care’. You’re selfish assholes: your mental illness isn’t to blame here. It takes seconds to write up “hey, I’m really sorry I won’t be responding to our rp for a couple days/weeks - I’m just not feeling up to it. I wanted to give you a head’s up so you don’t feel like I’ve abandoned the game or whatever!”
The ‘my mental illness’ blame game is so insulting to those of us who work every day to overcome shortfalls so we can make every day worth something. 
Your shitty coping mechanisms are not okay, tumblr indie rp.]
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whoreforharlow · 9 months
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Ignore me
Okay, but some people really cannot fathom the fact that the world doesn't revolve around them. Like no one owes you anything, get over yourself lol. People have their own shit they're dealing with and your constant taking of offense to people not giving you attention whenever you want it is so harmful to your own mental. Because then it turns into this victim hood of "nobody cares about me", when that's not the case at all. It's just that the constant coddling and need for instant validation and reassurance is too much on us, especially in this economy. Everyone is struggling, the world is crashing around us as we speak, and unfortunately, we just don't have the bandwidth to take on your problems too. Like the moment someone dares to not spread themselves so thin, dares not to give so much of themselves to fight your everlasting war, dares to have their own problems for fucks sake, it's a whole meltdown about how you have no one has your back. It's time for you to grow up, we're getting too old to still be acting like we're in highschool, it's been 6 years. We're grown now, we've got real problems, like rent increases and these egg prices.
And the fact that you refuse therapy is what's getting on my damn nerves too. Like what am I supposed to do about your trauma? I can be as supportive as can be, but unless you're gonna do the work to heal, I'm just gonna be listening to you relive this trauma over and over, which is exhausting. I'm no super empath, but like reliving someone's trauma constantly as they continue to complain and fall into the exact same cycles, STEP FOR STEP as that, takes it's own toll on the listener. I've got my fair share of trauma, but I'm actually doing the work to be proactive about it. I'm one of those "I won't make the same mistake twice" kind of folk, because what do I look like doing the same shit that put me in this mess???? And I get it, traumatized people have a tendency to make the same mistakes because of the familiarity of it, but like c'mon. At your big age, with so much technology at our fingertips, literally free/discounted therapy available to us, there's no excuse for not pursuing professional help. I'm not trying to shame you, but there comes a time where you gotta look yourself in the mirror and see that there's no one to blame anymore.
The universe isn't out to get you. It's like you see a puddle ahead of you, see the wet floor sign, and just go walking over there and then when you slip and wall pretend like you had no idea it was there and now you want to collect a sympathy cheque. And we've let that shit slide when we were in highschool, so maybe there's a little blame on us for enabling your behavior, but now we're grown and you doing the same shit you did when we were kids and we just not responding like we used to. It doesn't mean we don't care or we don't love you, it just that we can't come racing to pick you up every time, especially when it's the same damn thing over and over again.
Everybody is tired.
I'm tired.
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rottedsaint · 1 year
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Main Story !
★ not proofread, gn reader, fight mention
You and Hanja, your closest friend, had just gotten off from work feeling absolutely drained with deadlines for an upcoming book. Decided to grab drinks on this wonderful friday evening, although it might not have been the best idea...
The bar was so rowdy you'd have guessed there was se sort of event going on. You could barely hear your own voice when you tried to grab Hanja's attention, though the whole atmosphere was nice.
It took your mind off everything else as the drink in your hand relaxed your erratic nerves.
Drink after drink and you eventually had to use the restroom, your intoxicated mind couldn't care less as long as you completed the action at hand.
As you got up you noticed Hanja had left the bar. When ? You couldn't tell. A swift turn about and quick glance sufficed your consciousness as you left to relieve yourself.
"HEY ! BREAK IT UP !!" Agressive shouts and a long string of swears from a familiar voice registered in your brain. You started calling out to the owner of the voice.
though the liquor pumping through your bloodstream aided in slurring your words and jumbling them together. You push and shove through the crowd shouting frantically, "HANJA ? HANJA !!"
The closer you got, the altercation became clear. Hanja had gotten into a fight with someone, a pretty bad fight at that.
As you squeezed your way through the people, excusing yourself and apologizing to the security, prior to dragging your friend out of there.
During the period of time you two were waiting for a cab you decided to break the deafening silence. "hey, hanja ?" she mumbled into your shoulder to let you know she was listening.
"Why'd you get into a fight anyway ? It's not like you, you're usually calm and easy to get along with..." You pause, taking a breath from your long ramble. "What, happened ?"
Hanja sighed as you hailed a taxi, "I'll tell you once we get home..."
And the ride home was silent, except for thr hum of the engine. Hanja paid the fair back to your place as you helped her all the way to your apartment. "pasta?"
she looked up at your question, unaware of how close you'd gotten with a first aid kit under one arm and an ice pack in the other.
a soft grin grew on her face as she processed your words, "yeah, that would be-"
and as soon as she responded you cut her off. "if you tell me what happened back there, at the bar."
you sat down on the couch with them and made a gesture for her to give you her arm, she winced as you grazed it with an alcohol pad. "mhm, I did promise."
She appriceated how persice and careful you were with her. "so, since we walked in and I mean literally, some dude was staring and at one point falling you around. when you left for thr bathroom he tried to roofie your drink."
By this point in the story, you had finished wrapping her scratches and had moved to the kitchen to start on the pasta.
Hanja took a deep breath before continuing, to calm the ugly bitter feeling that almost came over her. "he even had the audacity to follow you to the bathroom and sneak some sort of picture of you. I yanked him aside,"
She paused for dramatic effect, a proud smile illuminating her face. "and I beat the absolute shit outta him. ouuu you shoulda seen him ! was he messed up."
"Thanks, Hanja. hope this makes up for it." You brought two bowls of your favorite pasta, and two glasses of water over to eat with her.
"Don't worry about it bestie !" moments like this were your favorite, a comfortable not to noisy ambiance. cars could be heard honking and driving from your open balcony window.
The sound of life keeping you content. you threw your arm around her shoulder as you got comfortable, setting your dish down. "Get some rest Hanja, you need it. aht, we can take care of dishes tomorrow."
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chaninfused · 3 years
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honestly 😔
#im tired ?? of people being like oh arabs are like this and that when literally the entire world has our problems and more#not excusing the messed up shit we have but some people have the nerve to be like oh gays arent treated well in middle eastern countries !!#we should never ever set foot there !! when literally every other country in the world is the same minus europe maybe and the us ??#why is it that when it's us we're suddenly the only fucked up people ??#it speaks volumes if im being honest#just say youre islamophic and go that race is happening in saudi whether u like or not u fucktard#like i know we have issues we need to fix i know and i used to suffer from them too at some point in my life. im not blind.#my family and every person in my hometown is in constant fear of being kicked out of their jobs or harassed in public i see these problems#but i also see that everyone else has the same problems. some even worse.#it really shows how we're all ready to stand up for people of color and members of the lgbtq+ community but only a little portion of us#batted an eye at what's happening to muslims in china. it really fucking shows and i'm sick of it#i'm not trying to look like the victim here i live a very privileged life nonetheless and im not gonna sit around here and pretend im#oppressed. yeah u heard that right. i'm not oppressed how surprising despite coming from the most religiously conservative province in saudi#but that does not excuse the blatant and even encouraged hatred and silence when it comes to muslim people#stop justifying it with the shit that happens here unless you're also gonna protest things like events in every other country in the world#yes there is a problem yes it must be fixed no it is not exclusive to the middle east and islamic countries#(also ?? to all the people who bring up islamic battles to claim land like 1000 years ago and say that our leaders did it#here's a history lesson. the people you talk about belong to one sect of islam and surprise surpise islam has various sects#and i'm sure you'll be enlightened when you hear what us the other sects in islam have to say about islamic history so stop generalizing#it's not a good look)#furat iskiti 🖇️#to be deleted
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Oh, I can't go Anonymous? Well Imma be exposed, rip-
Can we get some...verosika, striker, vox, and val headcanons about their s/o getting hit on in front of them? I'm a sucker for jealous partners
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Verosika
You were on a simple night out, Verosika wanting to show you off for a while.
So taking you to one of her preferred nightclubs, the two of you naturally ended up in the VIP section.
You and her were sat at the bar, Verosika was having a chat with one of her entourage, chatting about there next show and what they should do, when she suddenly felt something off.
Something was wrong.
Looking around everything seemed normal, people drinking, dancing, music, grinding on each other.
All standard nightclub stuff.
That was until she checked up on you, and found some ass clown flirting with you.
Now she wasn't concerned with someone flirting with you. You'd shown her nothing but loyalty and near constant love and affection for her.
No, she wasn't concerned with you.
What she was pissed about, was some shit-for-brains was flirting with you, like, barely two feet away from her.
So, excusing herself, she walked over and quickly inserting herself in your conversation, putting herself between you and the ass, flirting with you.
And the bitch flirting with you had the nerve to get annoyed, telling her to piss off.
To which Verosika grabbed her hair and smacking her head against the counter, knocking the bitch out.
Turning to you, she found you looking rather awkward, shyly avoiding eye contact.
Verosika looked down at you, reaching down she cupped your face before asking "you alright, baby?" She asked.
You just gave a little nod, "Now you weren't fueling that Bitches little advances, were you?" She asked, an almost menacing tone to her voice.
You vigorously shook your head, "Of course not, Mumma!" You told her valiantly.
Verosika smirked, giving you a domineering kiss, dominating you.
Verosika kept you close the rest of the night, possessively holding you close. Occasionally giving you a possessive kiss, just to make sure everyone knew who you belonged to.
Striker
Striker never considered himself possessive.
I mean sure, he didn't like people messing with his stuff. But he never, you know, he never lost his shit about something like that.
Well that was until he took you to one of his favourite saloons.
The atmosphere was the usual all rough and tumble, liquor and tobacco thick in the air.
He wasn't sure how you'd take the environment, but was pleasantly surprised, when you seemed to take it in stride, happily following him as he took you to the Bar.
He got you both some drinks, the two of you reminiscing over your relationship. You were having a tender moment, happily just enjoying each other's company.
And then, some asshole just waltzed up and started flirting with you.
Like, 'what the fuck!'
Is he just a fucking hat rack?
He quickly got to his feet, going over he practically threw himself between the two of you, hand on pistol.
He quickly did his usual drawl, telling the guy all about how he might be blind but your currently with him and if he doesn't fuck off he'll have no choice but to shoot em dead.
And of course, like assholes always do, they got all smug, going for there gun.
Of course striker was faster, drawing his gun before he blew the assholes face off.
Turning to you, he calmly asked if you were okay, giving a little smile he planted a little kiss on your nose, before calmly taking you to another part of the bar, keeping you turned away from the, now faceless Asshole.
Vox
Vox wasn't the most addept at showing emotion, part of that coming from his deep seeded assholeness.
Of course, while your relationship was no exception, with you it was turned down from his usual 10 on the asshole-o-meter to more of a mellow 2-3, something he reserved specifically for you.
So, to make up for his 'assholeness', he'd regularly take you out to one of the many luxurious clubs or theatres hell had to offer, a way showing he still cared for you, even if he couldn't put it in words.
It was at one of the more classy establishments, you and Vox were sat at a little table off to the side.
The two of you were actually having a very pleasant conversation, reminiscing over the day you'd met and how you'd been on rocky ground to begin with, but ended up coming to love each other.
He'd just finished telling a waiter what you wanted, when some jackhole walked over and began flirting with you, like Vox wasn't even there.
The fact he was flirting with you Right in front of him, was only slightly less infuriating, then the fact you were obviously deeply uncomfortable by his rather forceful attempts to woo you.
So getting out of his seat, he was just about to tell the guy off, telling him to piss off, when the taller demon pushed him away and had the nerve to tell him to get him a drink.
Vox was not a subtle man, if he thought something, he'd tell you.
As such, Vox turned around, placing his hand on the guy's shoulder, he sent about 3000 volts of electricity through the jackhole's body.
The whole clubs power fluctuated, while it left the jackass a charred mess on the floor.
Walking to you he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, asking you if you were alright.
Getting a Yes, he took you to a more private section, giving the stink eye to anyone who got to close.
Valentino
Now when it comes to Valentino, the moth demon was extremely possessive of whatever he deemed to be his.
And when it came to you, that possessiveness was turned up to a eleven.
You rarely, if ever, left his side. The Overlord spending every available second with you and made sure you were close to him as much as possible.
And so, feeling ever so romantic, he took you to one of his many nightclubs, the overlord letting you go off to get the drinks.
Taking his seat, he turned to watch you. Watching as you happily ordered the drinks, all the while thinking over how much he loved you.
And how much he was gonna enjoy taking you to bed tonight.
It was as he was enjoying these thoughts that something very strange happened.
A sinner walked up to you. And instead of, say, ordering a drink. Or just sitting there, he started talking to you.
The more he watched the situation play out the more he realised, this guy wasn't just talking to you.
He was flirting.
That... was a major No-No.
Everyone around him knew you were completely off limits, accessible to no one but him.
Well that was unless you pursued them. Something you had yet to do, but hed likely allow it.
But this asshole just walked up to you like you didn't already belong to him.
That had to be stopped. NOW.
So getting to his feet, he strolled across the club, people parting before him like the red sea.
Walking up to the bar, he loomed over the you both, his figure rather intimidating.
Turning around you happily called him "babe" smiling up at him.
And that's when the sinner figured out, he done fucked up.
Leaning down, he gently cupped your cheek, leaning forward, he planted a passionate kiss on your lips. A kiss you eagerly returned.
Parting, the overlord told you to go take his seat, he'd get the drinks and come to you.
You happily thanked him, giving him another little kiss, before walking off to find his seat.
Taking your seat, Valentino looked to the demon.
The demon raised his hands, desperately trying to explain himself before Valentino just released a deep chuckle, shaking his head.
Looking through the crowd, he found you in the crowd. You happily waiting in his seat, the overlord finding it adorable to see your tiny form in his massive seat.
Valentino spent a minute to tell the sinner all about how much he loved you.
How he was so lucky to have you, and he'd do anything for you.
And for a man like him, that meant Anything.
Turning back to the sinner, he found him shitting his pants. Raising his hand, he simply clicked his fingers. And before the sinner knew what was happening, half a dozen of his men popped up and dragged the demon away.
He'd deal with him later, but for now he was gonna take the drink back to you and enjoy the rest of your night.
It'd take a lot more than some asshole to ruin a night out with you.
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