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darlinboypresley · 2 years

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fucked my way up to the top (M)

Elvis!Austin x reader

Summary: sugar daddy Elvis! Being jealousy after seeing a waiter flirt with you at the restaurant

Tw: jealousy age difference filthy smut rough sex, breeding kink cursing

You were Elvis Presley his 19 year old girlfriend. The age gap didn’t really bother you at all seeing you were really mature for you’re age.

Yet Elvis had to keep you a secret since he was 33. Years old and the people around the both of you didn’t support you at all. You’re parents hated him and he seemed to hate them as well for treating you like a child.

The people around him on the other hand thought. You were using him for his money since Elvis just loved spending on you. Little did they know that Elvis was a very jealous man when it came to you.

He would smother you with “gifts for you” but in full honesty they were more for him than. Anyone else seeing he’d buy you jewelry with his name or initials on it. lingerie sets and clothes.

The people around him like his father and the colonel. Always said that you were to young to love him and that you didn’t know what you needed. They didn’t care if you were with them if they said it in you’re presence. They judged you like you were a picture book.

But in full honesty Elvis loved everything about you. You were quit smart for your age and always got away with stuff. But the thing he loved most about you was that you were pure and innocent let alone naive. And most importantly no man had ever touched you before him.

It was a Saturday night and you’re boyfriend was giving a concert. You were sat at a table in the front with his friends and their girlfriends. Who hated you’re guts seeing you were young and beautiful any man wanted you. And they well let’s just say they were allot olde than you were.

You sighed softly shifting in you’re seat as they started up conversation with you. You listened to their advice and internally rolled you’re eyes. Already over tonight but lucky for you they stopped acknowledging you’re existence.

The minute you’re handsome boyfriend got onto the stage. You smiled and clapped softly as Elvis showed his audience that pearly white smile. As he shot you a wink and started playing that’s alright mama. You smiled and watched you’re boyfriend throw his whole soul into a performance as always.

What you didn’t notice was the handsome young waiter. Flirt with you but seeing you were naïve you thought he was just being nice. Since no other man except Elvis even looked your way.

About half way the show Elvis looked you’re way and frowned. His head filling up with anger and jealousy. As he watched you talk to the server boy and laughing at everything he said. He knew you’d never leave him but he just didn’t like the way he looked at you.

You were His and only his. He’d be damned if another man ever looked at you the way only he could. Seeing the boy practically eye fuck you looking you. Up and down staring at what belonged to him it made his blood boil.

He couldn’t blame the boy seeing in the light you were sickeningly beautiful. He snapped out of his trance and got back to preforming. He went onto complementing the crowd on how good they looked.

After the show Elvis walked of stage you waited backstage for him. An greeted him excitedly “that was.. you were amazing!” you breathed. Jumping into his arms he gripped you’re waist tight and kissed you a bit too rough “thank you baby” he mumbled and grabbed your jaw.

“now be a good girl and head to the car hm?” he said to you. Eyes darker than usual you nodded you’re head and made you’re way trough the venue as the waiter from earlier called you’re name “miss y/l/n!?”. he yelled and you turned you’re head to him you gave him a sweet smile “hi there jimmy how can I help you?”.

Jimmy looked you up and down a slight smirk crossing his face. “ I wanted to know whatcha up to tonight the nights still young could take you out ya know have good time?.” He said before you could even answer him you heard a very familiar voice say.

“y/n come here now” you turned around. Only for you to see a very mad Elvis. You excused yourself and made you’re way to your very mad boyfriend. Elvis glared at the boy who ran of and he turned to you. “what the hell y/n? I told you to get back to the damn car” he said voice filled with anger

he grabbed you’re arm a bit harsh and move you outside not really caring about the press as he gave you his jacket to guard you’re face with he was done. Hiding you he wanted the world to know. Who you belonged to he didn’t care what the colonel or his dad thought at this point hell he was a grown man who could make his own decisions.

He guided you to the passenger seat as he helped you in. he made is way around the car to get into the drivers seat. As he got in he bend over you helping you with you’re seat belt. Whispering in you’re ear “you’re in so much trouble baby girl”. You nodded you’re head and gulped not sure what you did wrong but you weren’t gonna talk back

Elvis drove off and he placed a hand on you’re thigh “do you know how embarrassing it is to see my girlfriend flirt with someone else hm?”. Elvis said squeezing you’re thigh you gasped and looked at him.

“I wasn’t flirting with him at all Elvis…” you said and he chuckled. “well maybe not darlin but he was definitely eye fucking you and I didn’t like it for one bit I ain’t stupid y/n he wanted you”. He snapped voice filled with anger

You looked down at you’re lap as Elvis spoke up again parking at the hotel. “I want you to go to the room and get on the bed”. You nodded you’re head and got out of the car making you’re way into the hotel. And up to you’re room Elvis following behind you the minute you entered the room you sat on the bed obediently waiting for you’re boyfriend.

He entered the room and closed the door. Starting to unbutton his shirt he looked at you with a smirk on his face “strip” was all he said. You took of you’re dress and bra as Elvis sat in the chair man spread. He looked at you before you could take you’re panties off and spoke up “leave them on and c’mere sugar”. Was all he said

You made you’re way towards him you’re heat all ready dripping wet for him. As you sat on his lap he grabbed you’re jaw as he kissed you roughly. You kissed back moaning softly against his lip. Moving you’re hips against his he grunted and moved his lips to you “you’re mine y/n didn’t I make that clear enough last time hm?”. He said slapping you’re ass you whimpered at the cold of his rings.

“I want you baby and only you… you’ll never get away and I know you don’t wanna so here’s the plan lil mama” he said. Picking you up and making his way to you’re bed dropping you on it he undid his belt and took is pants of leaving him in his. Boxers h crawled over you and started to rub you’re clit over you’re panties as he kissed up you’re body.

Only stopping at you’re breast to marks on them. You moaned mind already going blank with pleasure as he made his way up to your ear. As soon as he reached it he moved you’re panties to the side. And plunged to fingers into you’re wetness. Making you moan

“the plan is that I’m going To fuck a baby into you and put a ring on you’re finger so no man even dares to look at you ever again.”

You moaned in response only hearing bits from what he’s saying to you. He took you’re panties of and got between you’re legs starting to kitten lick you’re clit as you’re. Hands reached at his hair pulling it. You moaned and Elvis smirked against you’re private parts as he moved his fingers in and out of you at a fast past still licking at you’re clit.

You threw you’re head back in pure bliss as you felt the knot form in you’re stomach. Elvis noticed this and pulled his finger out of you and got up. You whined and he chuckled shaking his head “so needy for My cock hm baby?” he muttered. When you jus whined in response he shook his head “uh uh you gotta speak sugar” he smirked.

He crawled back over you he lifted you’re legs up to you’re. Chest as he put you into a breeding position. He ran bis tip in between you’re folds making you moan out loud as he pushed his way into you’re entrance he grunted at how tight you were and slowly started to move.

In and out of you too griped the sheets as he pounded away at you. “fuck baby so tight for me and only me all mine” he moaned as he started to push himself even deeper into you. You moaned his name as he smirked “ye tell them who you belong to sweetheart tell the world that you’re mine all mine.” He grunted out throwing his head back

You moaned the room filled with the smell of sex and sweat. “tell me who you belong to baby, gonna be such a good mama too my babies gonna get you pregnant so no man ever looks at you ever again.” He moaned quickening his pace you moaned out the knot in you’re stomach ready to explode.

“you belong to you s-so full”. You whined and he moaned as you squeezed around him Cumming on his cock . He moaned and rutted his hips into yours as he made sure every drip of cum stayed inside of you. He laid on top of you wrapping his arms around. You “you did so good mama such. Good girl for me.” He praised you and you nodded you’re head .

“I love you” you mumbled before falling asleep. He smiled and stroked you’re hair “I love you too darlin”

And now you officially fucked you’re way up to the top.

Hi creator here hope you guys like it feedback is always welcome requests are open and pls let me know if I missed triggers or grammar mistakes anyway thank you very much

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loveofvernonslife · 2 years

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Tristful

Req:hi bestie! could you make an enemies to lovers imagine with sunghoon? i like them long so don't mind making it long, if it's too much work a short one is great too, thank you <33

A/n: Thnx for being my first request, hope u like it <33

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warning: Mentions of Insecurities, Asshole! Yn and Sunghoon, cussing,open-ending

April 17,2022

"Your acting as if when he was born, he ruined the Earth." Came an agitated whisper-shout from Julia, who then threw me a longing 'please just let him live' look.

"Well.... he basically did, when he looked me straight in my eyes and quote ' You will never pass me in anything, in this lifetime. You will stay beneath me, always and forever.' With such hate in his eyes that I cried my way home and in the Shower. So yeah that so of a bitch, can get hit in the ankles with a cart for all I care, Julia." I repeated to her, at what felt like the trillionth time. While moving from the millions little sun ray particles coming through the canteen's window.

"You know I'm starting to think your the only one who remembers that, because when I asked him he claims to not say any of the sorts." Chirped a squirrel-face Jisung, who wasn't looking at me but behind me at Sunghoon, who I personally feel makes a extremely loud entrance every ... single ... time.

At this point I'm starting to think maybe I shouldn't hate him, but saying such things, getting pushed off the swings, or even for a 6 year old say something just because I stole his crayon and won the art show. You would hate him too, right? Finishing up my lunch I say goodbye to my friends to go to my back to my dorm and complete the project for for my Law class, well ....probably not. Still sounded nice though, very nice.

"Yn!" Yelled a running Niki. I turned around smiling.

"Niki, my little baby. How's criminal Justice treating my favorite person?" I asked, while approaching him, giving a hug.

" It's going...... still going to be my lawyer?" He questioned .

"Well of course, we're going to be a crime kicking duo." I boast, throwing an arm over his shoulder with a laughed

"Niki!" We heard someone call. Oh, brother I let out a veritable sighed, here comes mister know it all.

"Hyung!"

"Sunghoon." We exclaimed, technically I grumbled it, but they were at the same time.

"Yn... how are you?" Sunghoon asked, looking him up and down, he grew I realized and buffed up since he stopped ice skating a few years ago. He's starting to look like man, then the boy from 5 years ago is no longer around. Well at least mentally, I haven't had a conversation with him since.... we were in primary, but when you have the same friend group you tend to hear a lot of how good of a person Sunghoon is now.

"Alright Niki, I'm leaving I'll text you when I get back to my dorm" I told the blonde head boy.

"Ok, Yn don't forget, like you usually do" he responded.

By the time, I get to the doors I hear someone called my name. "Yn! Yn!" When I turn to see Sunghoon run up to me panting.

"Yes" I respond with lack of interest.

"Can we maybe go out sometime, just you and me" asked a nervous Sunghoon.

#kpop #kpop imagines #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen angst #kpop angst #seventeen fluff

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sukirichi · 3 years

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[ BROKEN RECORDS : 007. ]

→ heartbroken after breaking up with his ex, suna rintaro hits up an old flame to ease the pain. or at least using you to get someone off his mind was what he intended, until suna realizes that maybe, you were the real one he truly wanted to forget.

cw. explicit smut; minors dni. exhibitionism. oral (f receiving). undertones of angst. toxic characters. toxic relationships. cursing. explicit dirty talk. drama. fluff.

notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated <33

series masterlist

[ playing track 007. ] → you don’t have to say you love me, you don’t have to say nothing, you don’t have to say you’re mine — just let me adore you.

[ THREE YEARS AGO ; SENIOR YEAR ]

“We’ve been together for two years now,” Suna announced, his nose nudging the crook of your neck. You slumped over your essays long past due, torn between wanting to divulge in the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms or push him off as he was too distracting. Maybe moving in together with him hadn’t been the best idea. “I didn’t want to surprise you with anything because you might not like it, so do you have anything you want to do in mind? Out of town trips...or let’s book a love hotel?”

“What’s the need for that? We can fuck right here.”

“It’s our anniversary. It’s special.”

Suna’s head bobbed on your shoulder, lazy eyes skimming over the words flying on your screen. Fingers lifting from the keys, you twisted your head to look him in the eye, a small smile on your face as an idea popped in your head. “Hmm...then resorts, I guess? I’d love to go to the beach before we take our finals again,” you suggested, eyes wide with a snap of your fingers. “We can even invite the whole group!”

Suna didn’t look impressed.

“You want Atsumu to come to our anniversary celebration?”

Fighting back the stretch of your lips, you connected your forehead with his, hands on either side of his face. “Sunarin, you take this too seriously. Atsumu and I are just friends; he respects our relationship, you know. He’s stopped talking to me that way as soon as he found out we were dating,” you reminded him, one side of your shoulder lifting before you tore your gaze away. “It’d just be a nice trip with everyone else. I’ve never...gone out with large groups of friends, so I’d at least like to experience it before graduation.”

“Fine, but I doubt the guys are willing to pay that much for a resort.”

“Who said anybody had to pay?” you beamed, “It’s my treat, lover.”

So began your weekend escapade with Suna’s friends and their girlfriends in tow. Everyone had taken the opportunity in the free trip, bringing in packed suitcases and alcohol secretly stashed between the clothes. You didn’t understand at first why they had to bring them. They could easily order for drinks on the hotel bar and put it on the tab, but as the rest of the boys dragged you into a secluded area far from the beach occupied by the resort, the spot much closer to a tall grove of trees, the pieces fit together.

“Lover, where are you going?”

“To go sit closer to the bonfire, where else? I want my marshmallows toasted, Rin. These s’mores better be good,” you snickered at him, inching further to the fire where Atsumu was sulking. He hid half of his face from the sleeves of his jacket, golden eyes watching your every moment. The poor guy still hadn’t gotten over you, but he’d kept his distance like a good friend. Not that Suna cared for soon he was tugging at your shirt until you were forced to sit back down on his lap.

“Suna.”

“No,” he bit back with the same sassiness, and the two of you shared a mini glaring content before you surrendered. Sighing, you let go of the stick with the marshmallows, passing it onto a hungrier Gin who’d been eyeing them for a while. For now, you had a big baby to take care of.

Suna’s chin planted over your shoulders until he was practically breathing down your shirt, the man not the least bit shameful from his eyes traveling downwards. He wolf-whistled at what he saw, and you felt him smirk over your skin. Soon, calloused hands from years of playing volleyball trailed under your shirt, snapping the undersides of your bra before his lips were sucking loudly on your neck, causing you to squirm on his hardening cock.

“Stop that!” you scolded him under your breath, cautious eyes flittering from the crowd to check if anyone saw. Thankfully, they had all eyes on Aran, though Atsumu wasn’t too quick in hiding his flushed face by the time you caught him. “Aran is telling a horror story!”

Suna’s chuckles vibrated through his chest. He pulled you closer, gripping your forearms to pull you down on his lap, to which you felt the blatant hardness poking through your thin shorts. You gasped, ready to push him away when Suna planted you stiff on the spot. The bastard dared to tug at your shorts, pulling them to the side before his fingers caught wind of the growing slickness. “Look at you, acting all shy,” he teased, then picked up his voice – catching the attention of half of the people in the crowd, using the audience to his advantage. “I’m scareedd. I need my lovely girlfriend to come here so I feel safer.”

“What are you, a baby?”

You wondered if anyone could detect the breathiness in your voice. Suna was really pushing it by snaking one arm behind your waist, the muted sounds of a zipper opening heard through the crackles of the fire and Aran's ominous storytelling. Your heart picked up its pace and sweat lined your palms, hands sliding down Suna’s knees. Fear drummed into your system, but for an entirely different reason.

“Yeah, I’m your baby.”

“Could you both fucking stop?” Osamu snapped, silencing everyone in the circle including a flabbergasted Aran and blushing Atsumu. “Atsumu here won’t stop sulking and guess who has to listen to him crying when we go back to our rooms tonight? Yeah, not you, ‘cuz you two lovebirds are too busy fucking.”

“‘Samu!”

“I hate PDA!”

The twins went back and forth like that, shouting at one another until Gin had to pull them away. Osamu ended up with a slight scratch on his cheek, while Atsumu was completely thrown off the log they were sitting at, the blond rubbing at his sore bum all the while glaring at his brother. Suna, though? He was too busy cackling, teeth sunken on your shoulder to muffle the sounds. And to play along, you feigned innocence.

“I told you to keep your hands to yourself, mister,” you flicked his arms away, eyes narrowed at his suspicious forlorn pout. “You’ll have your way with me later when we’re alone. Now, behave.”

“Fuck,” Suna bit his lip, “You’re so sexy when you’re dominating me, you know?”

“Just shut up and listen to the story. I want to have the whole experience of bonfire parties. It won’t be complete if I don’t at least feel chills.”

“You want chills, lover?”

“Okay, that’s it,” Aran shot up from his seat by slapping his hands on his thighs. Grabbing Suna by the back of his shirt, he dragged your boyfriend away whose arms steadily reached out for you. You were following them in tow, apologizing profusely to an unimpressed Aran. As much as you couldn’t control yourself either, you wanted to stay to complete the bonfire experience. “You lovers are evicted from this space. Go back to your room and do your own thing. Thanks for the free trip, Y/N, we do appreciate it, but unless you get your man on a leash, I refuse to watch him shove his tongue down your throat. My snack is offended.”

A minute later, you and Suna were smack in the middle of nowhere in the nearby forest. Your boyfriend grinned sheepishly, using the flashlight from his phone to shine it to the path. You’d stormed off before him, footsteps louder than the gritting of your teeth. “You’re so stupid, Sunarin!”

“Lover, are you mad at me?” he cajoled, quickly catching up to you. Twisting you by the shoulder to face him, Suna’s pout grew bigger. You couldn’t help but sigh because how could you resist that? A handsome face paired with fluffy hair, then a puppy pout with his cheeks puckered out, his entire being prepared to wag his tail if you asked and you know he would – Suna Rintaro was the perfect definition of a weakness you’d rather not have.

“I was just joking, I didn’t mean it.”

“Aran was telling a good story. I wanted to hear it.”

“I’ll tell you a better story,” Suna promised, hands slipping through yours. “Since I’m the one who ruined your night, can I make it up to you?”

“You might do something stupid again.”

“I promise I won’t,” he raised his pinky finger for validity, and with a drawn-out groan, you looped it around his. Suna smiled afterward as if taking pleasure in the fact he knew he could push your buttons but you'd forgive him easily. “Turn around. I got something for you,” his voice turned soft, coaxing you to spin just like he asked. “Did you know? They say when you press the seashell on your ear, you'll hear them whisper the secrets of the sea to you. Like having your playlist sung by sirens – cool, isn't it?”

“That’s the story you wanted to tell me?” you snorted, cut off when you feel warmth spreading all over the skin on your back. Not a beat later, a chain bearing home to a seashell hung around your neck, Rintaro’s lips not once leaving yours until you guaranteed you couldn't feel anymore overwhelmed. “I–wow –It’s beautiful, Rin. I love it.”

“Yeah, it’s nothing fancy and I’m sure you can afford prettier ones��”

“Shut up. You got this for me so I’ll treasure this with my entire being,” spinning on your heel, you crushed him into a hug, your words muffled by his shirt. “You’re the best...if only you weren’t so annoying most of the time. You really get on my nerves.”

“But I always make you smile afterward,” he reminded, “Come closer. I’ve got another surprise.”

“You're not supposed to say you have a surprise or it'll ruin the purpose, Rin.”

“Shh, don’t ruin the moment!” he scolded, tugging you somewhere deeper into the forest. It got darker to a point the stars couldn’t be seen from above.

Just as you felt your chest tighten from panic, Suna squeezed your hands reassuringly, resuming in his travels until the line of trees broke through – giving way to the sea, the waves lapping at your feet and salty air kissing your cheeks.

Bewitched by the sight of stars blooming all around you, you spun around in glee, laughter pouring from your chest. Suna kept his eyes on you the whole time, his hands buried in his pockets as he witnessed you revert to your youth; the youth and dreamy childhood you'd long forgotten. “Now, I’m going to lose my dignity by being real cheesy, but I need to get it off my chest, so bear with me.”

You shook your head at him, toes digging into the sand. “Go ahead. I won’t judge – I’ve seen worse from you.”

Suna joined in your laughter, making his way closer to you until your breaths shared the same space, his eyes unknowingly bowed down before he took in deep breaths. “I know...there isn’t much I can do for you,” he began, “I know that one day, whatever we have will come to an end. One day, you’re going to realize you’ve experienced enough of the good things until you’re satisfied, then I’m going to have to let you go.”

“Rinta—”

“No, no, let me finish,” Suna pushed a finger onto your lips, “I’m not stupid, Y/N. You made your intentions and boundaries clear, but I can’t promise I’m not going to fall in love with you. Because to be honest, you make it so damn hard. You make me hard.”

He guided your palm to cup his boner, and you squealed, shoving his chest away when he threw his head back to moan.

“You’re so disgusting! And here I thought you were serious for once!”

“I’m serious, believe me,” contrary to his words, Suna hadn’t stopped chortling. “The last two years I spent with you have been the best years of my life. You're my best friend, my girlfriend, my greatest emotional support, and everything more. If you ask me to lose a game for you, I would, but let's hope it doesn't come to that. Don't you dare abuse my weakness to you, too! You gotta be nice to me!”

“I’m always nice to you!”

“Yeah, you are,” Suna immediately grew serious as he rocked back on his heels, gaze shot up in the sky as they told him a story in a language decipherable only by him, “I don’t know what I did in my past life to be lucky enough to meet someone like you, much less have you with me right now, but I’ll hold onto it. These numbered days we have, this illusion of romance we’re both drunk in,” eyes lowering, Suna smirked at you. “When you first proposed the idea to me on casually dating, I didn’t think too much of it. I thought we’d hook up, and then get tired of each other. Who could’ve thought we’d still be together two years later?”

“Where are you going with this, Sunarin?” you fisted your shirt, “I’m not sure I’m going to like what you’re about to say.”

“Can you promise me something?” his voice cracked, brows meeting in the middle. “Tonight...can you be mine? Truly mine without worrying about anything else that happened?” before you could ask what he meant by that, Suna was already pulling out his earphones from his pocket, the wires dangling between your bodies before a song played through your ears. “This playlist...it’s a gift from me to your future. Look.”

“They’re all love songs.”

“Not just that – I added your most favorite songs so you can dance to them when you get married someday. I can imagine you in it already; you'd look so beautiful in your gown, and you'll shine brighter than anyone that day. Then you'll dance to this song,” Here in your arms, I found my paradise – my only chance for happiness. And if I lose you now, I think I would die . . . Suna placed his hand on top of yours, an empty smile matching his unreadable expressions. “You’re going to hold his hand and look him in the eye. He’ll tell you how much he loves you, how much he’s looking forward to spending the rest of his life with his wife, and you’ll be so beautiful when you smile I swear you’d be fucking radiant.”

“Rintaro,” your lower lip quivered as the song went on. Say you’ll always be my baby, we can make it shine. We can take forever just one minute at a time. “Stop it. You’re going to make me cry.”

“He’s going to be one lucky guy.”

“How do you know that? How’re you so sure I’ll fall in love someday?”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, Y/N. Deep down, you wish for a fairytale love story like you always did. But the world isn’t so kind, and now you’re thinking that type of bliss only exists in fiction,” Suna flicked your nose, “That’s all I want for you. I want you to be happy. From tonight to the years to come, I’ll always be by your side no matter what. That’s what best friends do.”

“And if I don’t? Find my soulmate, I mean?”

“Then I’ll marry you if we’re still single by the time we’re forty,” he swept a hand down to his body, “Though I doubt that because come on. Have you seen me? As soon as we break up, girls will be lining up to get a taste of this.”

“I’m sure they will. You’re hot.”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Suna agreed shamelessly, pulling another burst of laughter from you. The whiplash of emotions he made you feel – from nearly sobbing to now enjoying this dance with him – had your mind spinning for a moment. Suna cradled you close to him, his hands flat on your hips as he guided your bodies to the beat. “Right here in this spot, I’ll marry you.”

“Sounds like a good idea, Rintaro.”

“Can I hold you onto that?”

“As long as you become my first dance,” you whispered back, letting yourself go to give in to this serendipity within your heart. Shoulders relaxing, muscles loosening and a silly smile on your face, you rested your cheek on his heart – the heart he so unconditionally offered even when you didn’t ask. The heart you’d forever take care of if it meant keeping him close. “I’m yours tonight, Rintaro. Let’s put the past behind.”

To think that you’d find yourself in the same resort Suna had made that promise to you, nothing could be funnier. Perhaps it was the drinks you’d downed that made you feel like things were spinning in front of you, or were you seriously too out of it to notice the forest had been cleared? There were no more secluded parts of the beach a bunch of college students could sneak out to in the middle of the night, bottles of beer hidden under their shirts for a bonfire they spontaneously planned. No more memories to hold onto – no more of that special part of the sea right under the stars where Suna had given you that necklace.

It was like it never happened at all.

“Long night?”

Head snapping towards the sound of the voice, your gaze met Kita’s. He was situated in the room beside you, leaning forwards on the balcony railings as his eyes glanced down at the bottle you chugged. For a moment, you’d forgotten the only reason you came back here was for this man you were with. The same man who owned the entire establishment.

“Tired from the travel; it was too sudden,” you wiped the remaining drink off your lips, gesturing to the sandy beach below. “Hey, if you’re not going to sleep right now, do you want to share a drink with me at the beach?”

Somehow, you figured Kita would never say no to you. It came as no surprise when you sat next to him by the blanket he’d laid out, hips flushed together and his refreshing scent of citrus easing you to sobriety. The whole time, neither of you spoke, nor did Kita voice his curiosity.

However, his gaze that repeatedly snapped to yours said enough. “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” he commented, bumping your shoulders as he offered a sincere smile. He looked handsome like that; like a prince ripped out of a fairytale book. Even more of a reason why you felt at ease in his presence, your smile mirrored to his, albeit yours was more drunk and lopsided. “I’ve been told I’m a great listener – you can tell me anything if you want, but we can share this silence too. I don’t mind.”

“I’ve been here before.”

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I didn’t quite understand.”

“I said, I’ve been here before,” you repeated, voice less of a whisper now.

Your throat ached from that stupid drink, but nothing ached more than watching your memories flash before you, yet Kita's full attention served as a reminder they were no longer going to happen again. The past was a story long done.

“We were 22 when we came here for our second anniversary. What started as a casual hook-up session turned into dating each other out of curiosity, he and I actually lasted for two, long years. And they were the best years of my life too. He made me feel like I was always on top of the world, but that he'd be there to catch me if I fell,” your laugh came out dry as you patted the sand, “This is the exact spot I slow danced with him on that night. I promised to marry him if we’re still single by the time we’re forty.”

“This person you speak of...I’m guessing he is Rintaro?”

“Yeah,” you muttered begrudgingly, fingers ghosting over the necklace he’d given you that night. It was hard to admit that you never remembered where you last placed it. Like it was only natural of you to discard the pieces of any happiness he gave you. “He’s my best friend and my ex; the only boyfriend I ever had.”

“You sound like you love him.”

“I do,” you cried out, taking a little longer to realize now how much it hurt. To be standing right where you felt immortality seemed like a possibility if Rintaro was there with you, only for it to dawn on you that he wasn’t here. It had always been him. It was always Rintaro who left the greatest impression on you that now it was so hard to shake him off. Usually, alcohol would do the trick. It helped in blurring the faces of people you’d rather not remember, but his face was crystal clear, and you pushed the heel of your palm to soothe the throbbing headache. “God, I do.”

“Then why aren’t you with him?” Kita’s voice sounded like he was miles away. “You normally wouldn’t break up with someone you’re in love with.”

“Do you seriously believe love is all it takes to keep a relationship afloat?”

“If you truly love them, you’d do anything to work it out no matter the trial,” he said, back straightening as he shook his hands in front of you. “Ah, but please don’t take offense. I have no intention to pry into your business and assume things. I’m just saying that had it been me, there’d be nothing I won’t be able to do for the one I love.”

“How do you know when you’re in love, anyway? Friendship love, motherly love – those I understand. But everything else is a gray area.”

Kita opened his mouth before closing it, slumping back to a pose much too similar to Rintaro’s. God. You were now hallucinating to this point. Tearing your gaze away from him, afraid you were going to see someone else who wasn’t Kita, you opted for burying your head between your thighs.

“I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to that. That’s something you get to figure out yourself; only you could ever know the honest expanse of your feelings.”

“That’s new,” you chuckled, “Here I thought you’d be able to help me understand this mess I’m in.”

“I’m a businessman, Y/N, not a cupid. Like you, I don’t know much about these as well,” he traced swirls and patterns with his fingers along the sand, his words undoubtedly innocent. It occurred to you then just how right he may be – the both of you were similar in more ways than one. Despite being born on a high pedestal, neither of you truly got to experience what it felt to enjoy the sands on your feet, nor the whipping of the cold breeze to understand what warmth meant. “Though if it ever came down to it, and someone asked me the same thing you did, I’d say what I feel for you right now would come closest to what falling in love feels like.”

Slowly, your head lifted. You squished your cheeks on top of your knees, smirking up at the sight of the redness of his cheeks even in the darkness. Innocent, indeed. “You sure it’s not a silly crush, Shin-chan?”

“Hmm...I suppose wanting to kiss your crush is normal, don’t you think?” he cast a nervous glance your way before scratching the back of his ear, “Oddly enough, it’s the first time I feel torn and at a loss for what to say. In business, there are strategies used to find the best approach to keep a business running or to save yourself from bankruptcy, but they didn’t include in the textbooks how you ask a beautiful woman if you could kiss them.”

“Oh, now that I know. Come here, I’ll teach you how to do it,” you urged, fired up by the much-needed distraction. Kita, on the other hand, flushed a deep red so hard you worried if the poor guy could still move. “Don’t be shy, sit closer to me!”

Albeit shaky, Kita managed to close the gap between your bodies. “What now?”

“Now you look me in the eyes,” you instructed, bringing his hands to cradle your jaw. You held his gaze the entire time, your chest swelled with pride as Kita slowly grew the confidence, the tremble in his hands lessening. “You hold my face, just like that, and then you ask me. Can I kiss you?”

“Can...can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Kita wasted no time in devouring you. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside him, the mere taste of you along with the bitter red wine awakening a primal instinct within him. His hands were everywhere. One gripping your thigh to coax you into climbing on top of him, and the other gripping your jaw possessively. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as greed overtook your senses. So maybe he wasn’t so innocent, after all. He was easily flustered sometimes, but that didn’t define what Kita was capable of.

Rather, you could sense it. His desire itching to burn bright, and who would you be if you didn’t help add fuel to the fire?

“You’re so beautiful,” Kita rasped, tongue darting out to coat your lips in moisture. You groaned at the sensation, reciprocating his drive by playfully biting down onto his lip with a wink.

“So I’ve been told.”

“You are not easily swayed, huh?” he laughed in your mouth, “That challenges me.” Kita took off his belt and tightened it around your wrists, but not before glancing down at you before he finished. Once he received a consenting nod, he pushed you back on the blanket. “My goal for tonight is to make you scream my name. See what that mouth is capable of other than teasing the shit out of me.”

A smile split your lips. Who knew somebody could be so attractive when cursing?

“But first, I’m going to make you cum with my tongue and fingers alone.”

You gasped as Kita tugged your cotton shorts off in a blink of an eye. He was on you the next instant, mouth on yours and his hands cupping the wetness grinding down on his palm. To say he was memorizing your taste would be an understatement. Kita had been consumed whole by lust, his eyes fiery when he opened them, and never had you felt so hot under someone’s penetrating gaze.

“You sure about this, Mr. CEO? We’re out in the open.”

“Good. You can scream as loud as you want then.”

Trailing feverish kisses from your jaw down to your chest, your eyes soared to the sky; the only thought going inside your head was the high you’d been subjected to. Your arms were pinned above your head to grant him complete control, rough hands kneading the flesh of your thighs before he pried them open. No resistance came from your side as you moaned, toes curled and nails dug into your palms at the first flick of his tongue on your bud.

“You’re so dirty,” he growled, his gaze leaving a burning sensation when he looked up at you. “You were walking around with no underwear the whole time? What if somebody saw?”

“Then they got a good show.”

Kita slapped your cunt. Body shooting up halfway, your legs quivered from the sting. So he was that kind of man in bed; the one who didn’t want to share, the one who was too selfish that you were the one being punished. It was an entirely different person from the man blushing just minutes ago.

You nearly couldn’t recognize him – not that you were complaining.

When you had someone as charming as Kita between your legs, lapping up at your juices like a man starved, your body exposed to him like you were served on a silver platter, this was seventh heaven in its purest form.

“K-Kita!” you screamed as two digits entered your sopping hole. Kita tsked below you when you lifted your hips to grind harder onto his face, craving the warmth of his tongue licking and prodding at your lips separated by his fingers. He stared at them so much your head fell back in embarrassment. “Don’t – don’t look at them too much.”

“I already have you making a mess on my tongue. It doesn’t make a difference.”

Kita pumped his fingers until you were creaming all over him, legs threatening to snap around his head if it were not for his warning glare. Your legs ached, your pussy throbbed. It was a different kind of pain and pleasure you could forever be drunk in.

As soon as he felt you tightening around his fingers, Kita picked up his pace. He hovered above you and planted his palm beside your head, his eyes darting all over your small gasps and chest heaving up and down, gauging your reactions. He nodded to himself once, then curled his fingers upwards. Just like that, you came all over him, jaw dropped from the orgasm and the tremors it came with.

“Shh, breathe,” he swept your hair sticking onto your skin, coaxing you back into properly breathing. “You did great for me, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl.”

You moaned at the sight of Kita shoving his fingers into his mouth. You’d never felt so confused in your life; stuck between wanting to be slapped and ruined, but also basking in the afterglow of his praises and coos at you. He only made it worse by swirling his tongue all over the digits. Once he was satisfied, he pulled them out with a pop, pushing his pants off before using the same wet hand to pump his leaking cock up and down.

You didn’t know what came over you.

Sitting up, you crashed your lips onto him to kiss him feverishly, aching hands struggling to unbutton his shirt. He smiled into the kiss as he helped you get rid of the offensive material, the shirt pushed off his broad shoulders until you pulled back – admiring his beauty with your tongue licking all around your lips.

Kita’s muscles rippled above you when he nudged you to rest on your stomach. “Stay just like that for me. Don’t you dare move,” you followed his commands, waiting patiently as he lined himself up to your entrance. Kita slid in too easily thanks to your previous orgasm, and the both of you moaned from him filling you up to the brim. He wasn’t as long as Suna, but his thick girth stretched you out like nothing before.

Faster than you could react, Kita grabbed you by the waist and lifted your ass, pushing your legs to the side and making you perk up for him. He leaned over you, capturing your lips once more before he began to move.

“Mhhm, fuck,” he grunted, his grip on your flesh tightening with weakening restraint. Arms slithering under your body, Kita groped your tits, flicking your erect nipples between his fingers until you clenched around him. Babbles of his name fell from your lips as he drove his hips into you. “Shit, I – move. Move for me.”

Your head shook in confusion. “What do I do?” you fisted the sheets, “Tell me, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Panting, Kita pulled you up to meet his chest, your arms now resting on your sides before he was pushing your legs to nudge with your hands. “Hold yourself open for me,” he remarked, hand heavy on your ass. The position intensified the ache burning your legs yet you followed like a good girl, peering up at him with innocent eyes while batting your lashes. “That’s right. Just lift your hips for me, love, you’re doing great.”

“Mhm, Kita—”

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me,” he clicked his tongue, wiping the sweat on his forehead before he glared at you. “You must not be going hard enough if you’re still talking. Tell me, is it not enough for you?” when your response came out as a garbled cry of his name, Kita brought his hand down to your clit, continuously rubbing at your folds until tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation.

“Forget him. I’ll fuck the thought of him out of you tonight.”

“Shit,” you hissed as something bright streamed through the windows. Cracking an eye open, you found Kita leaning against the balcony with a drink in his hand, wearing nothing but boxers. His back flexed with each of his movements. The scratch marks on his skin reminded you of the events that transpired the night before. Moving to sit up and get the blankets off, you quickly fell back as your head throbbed.

“Ugh. How much did I drink last night? I feel like my head’s split in half.”

“I’ll get you some painkillers,” Kita's smooth voice entered the room, your side of the bed dipping with his weight. He helped you sit up along with a glass of water, a pill placed next to it. As you downed it all, Kita's gaze dropped from your eyes down to your bare body, only for him to clear his throat and stare at the sea outside with feigned interest. “Do you...remember anything from what happened the night before? If not, then that’s understandable and I’m sorry—”

“You apologize too much, Kita. You’re fine. You were perfect last night.”

“So you remember.”

“I don’t forget good fucks,” you reasoned out, ignoring the way Kita’s face fell. What were you supposed to say, anyway? A one-night stand was just that – it wasn’t like either of you made love. You couldn’t understand why he looked so disappointed, nor did you have any energy to deal with it so early in the morning. “Has my secretary or mother called? She said she’d update my schedule as soon as we got here so we could get to work right away,” kicking the blanket off of you, you grabbed a random nightgown and tied it around your waist. “I need to shower. ‘Don’t want to be late for work.”

“Wait, there’s something I need to tell you,” Kita grabbed your wrist, and you raised a brow for him to continue. Paling, Kita swallowed audibly. “Our parents...they...planned this trip for us. Your mother wanted us to get along together so she meant it when she said she cleared your schedule. She hoped for us to have time for ourselves in private without worrying about the stress of work. I apologize for not telling you sooner—”

“You knew that the whole time?”

“Yes, and I am extremely sorry—”

“What’re you apologizing for?” you retracted your arm, gazing down at the marks of the belt previously tying your wrists before. “People only apologize when they’ve done something wrong. By apologizing, it’s like you’re telling me you let this happen – get out of hand just so you could sleep with me. Is that what you’re trying to imply? Or was last night an accident?”

Kita’s lips pinched together. “Last night was not an accident. I genuinely did want to make you feel good.”

“Okay, so you didn't have malicious intentions, and you were forced to this by my mother, but honest with your feelings anyway, okay, fine, whatever. You didn't mean to not tell me so let’s not make a big deal out of it.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I’ve got enough to worry about,” you muttered, “Plus, the sex was good. I don't care what my mother told you before that,” moving past him, you patted his shoulder with a bright smile. “If you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my room now. I reek.”

The ringing of a phone made you both pause. Heads turned to the lit device on his table, you ran past Kita, your stomach dropping at the name flashing on the screen. Your eyes widened at Kita's stiff posture. “I’m sorry, I need to take this call,” you swiped on accept, pacing back and forth at the silence greeting you from the other line, followed by a panted breath like he’d run a mile. “Rintaro? What happened, is there something wrong?—”

“Do I not stand a chance with you anymore, Y/N? Are you really not capable of falling in love with me?”

“...”

Suna was greeted by the faint crackling of your line, and he sighed, sounding like his laugh had to be ripped out of his throat. “Yeah, I figured, I don’t know why I bothered asking. It’s just... never mind, it’s not important. You enjoy your trip, Y/N. Come back safely.”

“Rin, wait!” you scrambled to explain, but the steady beep of his ended call was the only thing waking you up from your trance. Dread wrapped a hand around your neck as you ran to Kita, tears all over your cheeks from how hard you were shaking. Kita held you steady as you sobbed, “K-Kita, what do I do? Rin, he’s—”

“Calm down, Y/N. I’ll drive you home. You need to sort things out with your friend.”

“I’m so sorry, Kita.”

“Don’t be,” he swiped his keys off the table and ushered you to your room, quick on his feet to help you pack up. “Can you promise me one thing, though?”

“Yes, of course—”

“When you meet with Rintaro again, be completely honest with him. Sometimes you won’t notice you lose the people you cherish the most until they’re out of your reach, so while he’s still there, while he’s still at an arm’s length away from you, I suggest you take the opportunity and tell him everything,” Kita handed your phone back to you, and that was when you saw your photo with Rintaro taken years ago as your wallpaper. He was kissing your cheek, your face illuminated with happiness as he took the photo – “Don’t make the same mistakes I did.”

Suna and Mari broke up again.

Osamu’s flurry of texts had been lighting your phone up for a while now, but you were too deep asleep that Kita didn’t want to wake you up with them. He’d been anticipating you’d leave as soon as you woke up, the disappointment and hurt written all over his face, yet he never pried further than what you wanted to tell him the whole way he drove you back to Tokyo.

According to Osamu, Suna crashed into his place for the night. He left to buy drinks on the day you left for Ishigaki, for this facade of a business trip your parents had set you up into when Mari snuck into his home, dressed in his clothes while sleeping with another man beforehand for the sole purpose of getting hickeys. She knew Suna didn't want to sleep with her. To think that she would go this far to spite you, just to ruin a relationship that had already been in shambles the moment she walked out that door and left him, Osamu was desperate to get into contact with you.

It had been hours since Suna left his place. Something about if she refuses to leave, then I’ll walk out myself – and his phone had been turned off since his phone call with you. Hours since Osamu last heard from him and hours since you’d been running all over the places Suna liked to hang out.

Your knees were so close to giving up, lungs tired from catching their breath until finally, you found Suna.

“Rintaro, wait!” the man stopped in his tracks at the sound of your voice, your body colliding with his as you jumped to hug him from behind. Suna was real, he was warm and his body was stiff the longer you held onto him, but he was real. He kept coming back to the playground out of Tatiana’s. If you arrived a second later, you would’ve never made it. “Oh my god. I thought – I thought I lost you.”

“Dummy,” Suna sniffled, “I’m not dead. You and Osamu worry too much; I told him I was going for a run. You didn’t have to come back all the way here.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Why are you here then, Y/N? I thought you were on that business trip with that Kita heir,” Suna pried your arms away from him so he could turn around, ready to crack a joke when he was greeted by your runny nose and eyes sore from hours of endless sobbing. So much so that Kita ran out of facial napkins in his car. “Wait, are you crying? Why’re you always so distraught each time you’re with him? Tell me where he is. I’m going to teach him a lesson—”

“He’s the one who drove me here, idiot. It’s thanks to him I made it on time.”

“On time for what?”

Sometimes you won’t notice you lose the people you cherish the most until they’re out of your reach, so while he’s still there, while he’s still at an arm’s length away from you, I suggest you take the opportunity and tell him everything. But what did everything mean? What did you want to say?

Suna was patient as he stood before you, his silence doing nothing but spur on the unrelenting dagger of fear to drive deep into the wound you’d created. Don’t lose him, don’t lose him, don’t lose him – “On time to...to tell you...that I love you,” you breathed out, laughing in relief now that the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Looking him in the eye, you grinned at him. “I love you, Rintaro.”

“I know that. You don’t have to be so nervous about it. I love you too.”

“Not like that!” you slapped his arm, “I mean it! Look, we went to the resort where we had our second anniversary, remember? I still-I still remember the necklace you got me, and when I’m having trouble falling asleep because work gets too much, I imagine the sirens would tell me the stories of the sea as they speak in your voice and I know I’m late, but I realize it now. I love—”

“What romance novel have you been reading? I don’t understand why you’re talking like this,” Suna leaned down to whiff at you, “You reek of vodka.”

“I’m not drunk, Rintaro. Listen to me.”

“I don’t want to hear it from you, Y/N. For all I know, you’re only saying this out of guilt because you don’t want to hurt me as a friend,” he ran a hand through his hair, “Look, I get it. You're concerned. You've always been impulsive each time you feel like you're hurting someone because you immediately want to resolve that, but you're drunk—”

“I’m in love with you!”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Suna repeated in disbelief, poking his chest as his face masked with brewing fury. “You’re asking me why I wouldn’t believe your spontaneous confession? Let me jog your memory then. Ever since we met, you've made it clear you only want the romance but you never want to fall in love because you believe you're going to be hurt. And guess what? You're right about that. You're going to get hurt when you love because you let them in, you let them see the ugliest parts of you yet you trust they'll stay anyway. You hope they don't care. You stay up late at night wishing they're not disgusted by your morning breath or the sleep in your eyes, or you get anxious that they might be turned off when you tear your walls down and show your weird habits.”

“I know that!”

“You know, but you won’t accept that that’s the reality of life, Y/N. It’s not always going to be rainbows and unicorns. I know you only dated me because you wanted the filtered version of it, but that’s not how I see it. It’s not how I see you. I love you so much it hurts because I’ve seen you through your worst – I know how awful you can be sometimes – but did I ever leave you for that?” taking a step back from this sudden confrontation, Suna’s questions were answered. “I didn’t, but you did. Because you never wanted me that way. You only wanted the charming side of me that made you feel like you were on cloud nine without ever thinking I was ready to be with you even in your roughest times. You’re so stuck in your fantasy you don’t see there are people out here taking you seriously. So that’s why I don’t fucking believe you. You’re all talk. You never do anything about your feelings.”

“So then why did you call me?!” you demanded, clutching your chest that began to tighten under your clothes. “Why did you ask if you stood a chance with me if you weren’t going to believe that maybe I’ve changed my mind?”

“Because you’re hurting me!” Suna’s hands balled into fists before he curled them beside your head as if pushed with this need to hurt you but he couldn't. He wouldn’t. “You’re hurting me so much I wish I could erase your existence from my mind, but I can’t! Do you know how awful it feels when all I wanted to do was get over you? Were you even aware I was so fucking desperate to forget we ever happened? Did you ever stop to think that each time I'm kissing my girlfriend, I want to hit myself knowing deep down I wish it was you I'm with and not her?”

“That’s not my fault, Rintaro! You can't blame me when you're the one unable to move on from me!”

“But you were always there! How can I stop loving you when you’re with me all the time? How can I be happy with Mari when every little thing I do reminds me of you? It would’ve been better if you just fucking left! You didn’t have to come back and spew bullshit about being friends when you know I wanted more than that!”

“I wasn’t ready to be ‘more than friends’ before! Even if I did continue dating you, wouldn’t I hurt you more by pretending I can keep up with your feelings? I was scared, Rintaro. You know why—”

“Stop using Nagisa as an excuse on why you can’t be with me and just fucking admit you will never love me already!” Suna bellowed, dropping down to the swing to take huge, deep breaths. You, too, struggled to regulate your breathing as you hastily wiped the tears from your eyes, his words cut deeper than you could handle. “You can’t hurt me more than you already did, so get it over with. Just tell me you’ll never see me that way and I’ll go. I promise I won’t stay anymore.”

You shook your head fervently, reaching out to your best friend. “Don’t do this, Rintaro. Don’t leave me.”

Suna chuckled dryly, unable to stop himself from letting his tears drip down to your palm caressing his cheek. “Do you know why I remained hopeful this whole time?” he whispered, “It’s because you never pushed me away. After all this time, I thought I was the one hopelessly clinging onto whatever we had, but now I realize it’s only because you haven’t let go either. You don’t want me to leave, but you can’t stay with me, so where do I stand?”

“I don’t know, Rin,” you hiccupped, “I don't know what to say.”

“Mari came over the other day causing a ruckus, but I asked her to leave right after you did. I’m never going to forget how she invalidated me, only to come back like nothing happened. But it’s funny, don’t you think? That I only realize how much I want you right after I broke up with my girlfriend. It’s so pathetic.”

“Then – everything you told her that night—”

“I didn’t mean it,” he blurted out, “Y/N, I love you, I do, but you're hurting me too much for me to turn a blind eye after everything we've been through. So if you mean it that you feel the same way I do, then you prove it to me. Otherwise, I’m not going to take a gamble on something unsure because I’m not that stupid. So I suggest you be honest with me right now. If you love me, say it. If you don’t, then my only condition is that you walk out of my life this instant before you completely fuck me over.”

“What?” you echoed, “So we’ll stop being friends if we don’t work out? But didn’t we promise one another that—”

“Let’s forget the promises we made in the past. I’m going to be honest with you as long as you are with me, so I’ll tell you the truth,” Suna stood up to his full height, his face back to its usual blankness – which hurt so much more when he’s confessing – as he looked at you. Truly saw you for the person you were, and also the person he wished for you to be. “You and I are never going to work out as best friends when one of us isn’t satisfied with that. So if we give this another try, and we still can’t be together, then one of us should go. It’s the only way we’ll ever move on from whatever we held onto the past.”

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it was so hard to write the smut scene with kita bcos i couldn’t properly visualize it but here is the position (ns/fw link) they were at lmao.

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hello! may i request headcanons for chuuya having a crush on someone who's dense? like he could ask them out in the most straightforward way possible and it would still go over their head?

yes, yes of course you may!

sorry this took so long! my computer was out of commission for abt a week (or two..??)

but this is also my birthday writing piece for chuuya!! (4/29/21) i even added a small drabble thingy in addition to the hcs for the occasion hehe

from where i am, it is about fifteen minutes past midnight so it’s officially chuuya day here!!

happy birthday chuuya i love you! you deserve the whole world and everyone is willing to fight tooth and nail to ensure your happiness! we love you! 💗💗

anyways, i hope you all enjoy this! i kinda had some writer’s block but it was still a lot of fun to write! there might be some mistakes, but i’ll scan over it again later. reader is gender neutral! have fun!

chuuya having a crush on a dense! reader

nakahara chuuya x gn! reader

im cackling somebody help him

he’s frustrated bc you can’t take a hint or a thousand but he can’t even be mad bc he’s whipped

“look at you all dressed up today, wanna go out later? my treat?”

“oh really? thanks chuuya-san! you’re such a nice friend. i’ll go invite the others right now, i’ll see you later!”

“...”

fast forward to later in the evening and he finds himself at a little restaurant with the black lizard + higuchi and akutagawa

sigh

in unison all of them go, “thank you for the meal chuuya-san!” (except aku and hirotsu are quieter & and gin just a nods hehe)

“no problem” (ꐦ ´͈ ᗨ `͈ )

gin only pats him on the back in sympathy

he spends a lot of time trying to think of ways to make it absolutely and undeniably clear that he has feelings for you

he always fails

“(y/n) i like you”

“i like you too chuuya-san”

“really?”

“mhm”

“t-then will you—”

“you’re a really great friend! and superior too”

“...nevermind”

“oh were you saying something?”

“nah, just forget about it”

tachihara is laughing in the corner of the corridor

dont worry, chuuya made sure to get back at him

chuuya’s been pinning after you for years and frankly, his failed attempts to woo you has lead everyone to the breaking point

and i mean everyone

yes, even aku

hell even dazai

but dazai also thinks it’s funny, so he doesn’t mind all that much

okay bye bye dazai-san this headcanon set isn’t abt you rn

PLEASE EVERYONE FEELS SO BAD FOR HIM

they knew even if he kissed you, you still might not get it

so they decided to help him

super secret mission get chuuya and (y/n) together is a go!

they’re still working on a proper mission name, don’t mind them

they had a super secret strategy meeting!

you can bet your ass that they nearly got nothing done

akutagawa & kaiji weren’t much help, neither was higuchi, mori, or elise

tachihara nearly got killed for a thoughtless comment

“just tell them chuuya-san!”

“i already fucking did you ass!”

gin, hirotsu, and kouyou were the most helpful !!

hirotsu and kouyou both agreed on the idea that chuuya should try courting with bouquets of flowers instead of flat out asking you bc they knew you found them pretty

(even if you don’t identify as a female, flowers are for everyone no matter gender or sexuality! so let’s normalize giving flowers to everyone <33 )

gin didn’t speak but she used cards to communicate

everyone knew that you weren’t stupid (you wouldn’t have survived in the mafia if you were) but they did know that you were only stupid when it came to all this lovey dovey stuff

i mean, if chuuya gave you flowers every so often, there’s no way that you wouldn’t piece it together at some point

right...??

but kouyou assured him that even though you wouldn’t get it right away, you’d appreciate the gestures and that he’ll stand out more

she even said that if someone gave her flowers, she would appreciate it, whether or not she reciprocated their feelings

it takes guts to be so up front with your feelings after all

gin and hirotsu only nodded with her explanation

once again, this only provoked a reaction out of tachihara

“what do you know gin? i get the old man and kouyou-san, they’re grown, but you? what do you know abt courting? or flowers? what are you a girl?”

akutagawa choked on his cough, higuchi on air, and on the other side of yokohoma at the ada, dazai is cackling

yes, dazai somehow placed a listening device onto chuuya’s hat and was listening in

don’t ask how, it’s dazai

“DAZAI GET YOUR BANDAGED ASS OFF THE COUCH AND STOP LAUGHING”

anyways

the next day, chuuya did what was barely discussed and for once, things actually started to look up

until they started look to down again

at first, it actually looked like you understood his intentions after he gave you a bouquet of flowers

literally everyone was leaning against the opposite hallway you two were in and then they got excited !!

especially chuuya !

but then your expression sort of changed...??

and then in their heads they simultaneously went, “oh no”

they knew that expression

it was very familiar when you tended to friend zone chuuya

but boy let me tell you what you said next made them facepalm and or make their jaws drop

“ah, so you really are friend zoning me huh chuuya-san; what a shame, i really did like you”

LEMME TELL YOU WHEN I SAY THAT CHUUYA WAS DISTRESSED I MEAN HE WAS DISTRESSED

you liked him??

him of all people??

he wasn’t complaining, no of course not, but he still couldn’t believe it

but that wasn’t what he was really focusing on right now

what in any form or language did it say he was friend zoning you?!

flower language apparently

chuuya chose to buy the bouquet of yellow roses, pink carnations, and yellow carnations bc he thought you would appreciate the brighter colors, and so that you’d remember them better (because remembering them, meant remembering him)

but ooh boy

altogether, they meant the exact opposite message he wanted to send

someone help him pls

“you see chuuya-san, yellow roses mean friendship, pink carnations mean gratitude, and yellow carnations mean rejection; sooo in a nutshell, these pretty much say ‘thank you for being my friend, but im rejecting you”

no one can tell if tachihara is crying or wheezing

and dazai is having the time of his life

yes, he started listening in on him again

and chuuya is just stunned

like speechless and unmoving stunned

is he just bad at this whole courting/dating thing?? it’s only been one day and of it and somehow he was the one doing the rejecting??

“thank you for the flowers chuuya-san, i’ll be going now; i’ll make sure to let this affect our friendship. i’ll see you tomorrow!”

you passed by the not so subtle group of people

“tachihara-kun..?? are you alright?”

just for context, he was leaning his forehead against the wall using his forearm

again, it was hard to tell whether he was crying or wheezing

“i-im okay (y/n)-san...i think c-chuuya-san has it worse than me”

“...okay..?”

BACK TO CHUUYA

he’s still frozen poor baby

but it’s okay bc after like 5 more seconds he’s chasing you down the hallway you were walking in

kouyou, with a knowing smile on her face, ushers everyone away towards the opposite direction

she received some whines (ahem, tachihara and mori) but silenced them by summoning golden demon

but it’s okay

if they run fast enough, they can see what happens through the security cameras

chuuya caught up with you and tried to explain everything but he was exhausted

emotionally, physically (bc since when did you walk that fast??), and generally just tired with the whole situation

he just wanted to call you his; was that too much to ask??

as explosive as he can be, he can be calm and collected too

and he really did try to be that way as he talked with you but it was very difficult at the moment

the dumbfounded and confused look on your face his face twitch with annoyance and his heart started beating faster bc god you were cute

BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT RIGHT NOW

thank goodness after what seemed like years, you finally somewhat understood what happened

you didn’t understand completely but it was something

The two of you stood in the middle of the unusually empty hallway facing each other, you with the bouquet still in hand. It was quiet as you and Chuuya assessed the situation.

You looked at him skeptically and he stared right back you with his gorgeous blue eyes.

“...So you do like me Chuuya-san??”

“Yes”

“And you were trying to court me just now, not friend zone me??”

“Yes”

You got most of your questions out of the way, but there was something that you’ve been wondering about for quite a while.

“...So you’re not gay for Dazai-san??”

“Yes, im not wait—GAY FOR DAZAI?? THAT MACKEREL??”

Chuuya did a double take. What in heavens name made it seem like he liked that suicidal maniac?? Why would he choose him if he had you?

Like he would choose him anyways; or ever consider him as a possible romantic partner.

“Oh, so you are?”

“NO! I SAID I LIKED YOU DIDN’T I?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you liked Dazai-san too. As annoying as he is, he can be quite charming—”

He was out of patience at this point (nope definitely not because you were talking about Dazai who told you that?) and just decided to kiss you.

You immediately melted into the kiss and kissed him back with the same amount of love and feeling.

Letting the bouquet fall to the ground, you wrapped you arms around his neck and his put his on your lower back and brought you closer to him. After a few more moments, the two of you broke apart for air.

The two of you, slightly out of breath, leaned your foreheads against each other and just basked in each others presence.

Chuuya looked into your (e/c) eyes and asked you just a little bit above a whisper, “Now do you get my intentions and feeling?”

You blinked at him before breaking out into a grin, “Hmm I’m not sure; do you wanna do that again Chuuya?”

The red head only blinked back at you before rolling his eyes, a smile present on his handsome features, his heart fluttering at you using his name with the honorific.

“Dumbass”

Smiling cheekily at him, you pressed a kiss on his cheek and started dragging him towards the lobby to take a walk around the building perimeter, knowing that the two of you can’t be too far from work.

The way down to the lobby was mostly in comfortable silence until you said something that made Chuuya want to bash his head against the wall.

“You know, you could’ve just told me you liked me Chuuya. It’s not like I would’ve said no.”

Once again, as the rest of the more power mafia members watch from security cameras, it is hard to tell whether Tachihara is crying or wheezing of laughter.

omake !!

The two of you just started making your way around the building when suddenly a very familiar voice came from Chuuya’s prized hat.

“Chuuyaaaa!! It was about time you stopped being a chicken, Chibi!”

Removing his hat from his head, he started yelling at it not knowing exactly where the listening device was planted.

“TEME! HOW DID YOU—”

“And (y/n)! I would congratulate you, but I think I would rather offer you my condolences. Why him?! He’s just a slimy slug. OOH OOH how would you like to join me in a double suicide?! A shame it won’t be a lover’s suicide but it’ll annoy Chuuya so I think it’ll be worth it! ”

“YOU—”

“And please don’t kiss while I’m listening in. You made me lose my appetite! And it was such a shame! I was eating crab using Kunikida-kun’s money! Do you know what you’ve cost me?!”

“DAZAI YOU PIECE OF—”

“Ah! Kunikida-kun is here! I have to go!”

You can hear something is the background that vaguely sounds like, “DAZAI YOU WASTE OF BANDAGES STOP USING MY MONEY”

“DAZAI DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE IM NOT DONE WITH—”

*Click!*

The click sound from the hat revealed that Dazai disconnected.

Chuuya twitched and glared furiously at his signature hat hating that the voice he hated the most came out of it.

“Aww, I didn’t get to talk to Dazai-san”

Chuuya whipped his head towards you, a look of mock (or real) betrayal showing on his features.

You laughed at him before taking the hat out of his hands and placing it on his head.

He shyly looked away before muttering a thanks making you smile wider. Just as the two of you were about to start walking, a small explosion erupted from his hat; it was likely that Dazai made the listening device self destruct.

“DAZAI YOU BASTARDD”

At the Armed Detective Agency, a certain suicidal maniac hid from the wrath of his current partner as he thought about the wrath his old one.

“Hmmm I wonder if Chuuya would finally stop wearing his ugly hats if I blow all of them up...”

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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cowboymirio · 3 years

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They Want To Get A Pet - Headcanons

Summary: Your S/O wants a pet and adorable antics ensue~

Characters: Hizashi Yamada, Taishiro Toyomitsu, Aizawa Shouta, Eijiro Kirishima, Tenya Iida, Hanta Sero, Takami Keigo

Contains: Gender neutral reader, lotsa fluff, Reader has arachnophobia in Sero’s part! Crackheadery in Aizawa’s part

Hizashi Yamada - Cockatoo

📣 You guys totally didn’t plan on getting a cockatoo, or any pet for that matter. Y’all just moved into your new place for christ’s sake!

📣 But after a visit to a lil exotic pet store downtown, your plans changed. And now you’re stuck with a bird with the intelligence of a toddler

📣 According to Yama, the bird just ‘called to him’ and by that, he means the bird literally screamed at him

📣 They’ve got the most bougie cage ever like MTV cribs hit them up.

📣But he doesn’t spend too much time in there as you guys let him roam around the house all day until it’s time for bed or if you leave for a while

📣 If they’re not attached to Yama’s shoulder, you often find them waddling around the house, picking things up off of the floor and throwing them, and squawking at you when they want attention

📣 Sounds like someone else you know huh…

📣 Yama and the bird dance together so much omg. They do the lil head bobs together, he’ll blast some music for them and they go to town he even chirps along to the lyrics omg-

📣 He doesn’t even have to teach them words, they just pick them up on their own… and then never stop saying them… ever

📣 ‘YEAHHHHH’ then from the other side of your home you hear another ‘YEAAHHHHH’

📣 Make it stop

📣 You taught them cuss words for the shits and giggles though

📣 Yama finds it funny too though because he’s got that 8-year-old sense of humor… you all do to be honest

📣 But when the bird chooses to sit on your shoulder you bet your ass Yamada’s gonna fawn over the two of you for the next hour :’)

Taishiro Toyomitsu - Pyrenean Mastiff

🍢 Really wants a pet

🍢 But also really scared of crushing them so…

🍢 You guys settle for a big ‘ol Pyrenean mastiff!

🍢 And when I say they’re big they are big like… I mean knock you over if you’re not careful big

🍢 They’re literally perfect for each other

🍢 They’re both massive units, insanely adorable, and they for sure share the same appetite

🍢 Speaking of food, he makes sure he’s feeding them the best of the best foods even if that means y’all are making it yourselves

🍢 Not as afraid to roughhouse with them as he thought he’d be

🍢 Lots of fetching, frisbee throwing, ‘wrestling’ even?? They’re so rowdy and for what? My heart, that’s what <3

🍢 The dog definitely sleeps on top of him I don’t make the rules

🍢 Mf just hops on up, curls up and they’re ready to go like--- Is that- is that not y’know,,, HEAVY??

🍢 I mean,,, you sleep on top of him too so I honestly don’t think Tai cares too much

Aizawa Shota - Cat

💤 You guys already know…

💤 If he were to get any kind of pet it’d be a cat.

💤 They’re chill, independent, and sometimes want attention. Just how he likes it.

💤 Well… that’s how he thought that things should be but-

💤 BOY was he wrong

💤 After living together for quite a while, stalking animal shelter websites for the perfect cat, and finding the right one, you bring them home!

💤 When you met them at the shelter, they were a sweet lil baby with an aloof attitude that you both fell in love with

💤 But when you brought them home… They became an absolute crackhead.

💤 Forget having ANYTHING on the tables or countertops. It’s on the floor now thanks to them. Fuck your water glass, fuck those papers you were helping Aizawa grade, they’re gone! Shredded! Positively destroyed :)

💤 Forget having free hands, they’re literally attached to his side and won’t stop rubbing against his hands while he’s grading papers and such

💤 If you’re not watching his little dude/ette will try and eat food WHILE YOU’RE COOKING oh my fuckingf god

💤 Heaven forbid this dude tries to leave the room. They’ll ‘cry’ until he comes back.

💤 ‘Go to your other parent, they’ll give you attention.’ ‘mEEEOWWW’ ‘Oh my god fine come here.’

💤 Honestly though he really appreciates when they’re down to sleep. Their purrs and their cuddles are very appreciated

💤 And literally just imagine seeing them curled up on his chest while they sleep on the couch ;; im so somft

Eijiro Kirishima - Bearded Dragon

🏮 This man wants to get THE manliest pet of all,,, a bearded dragon

🏮 He probably saw one on a movie or something and immediately came to you like

🏮 ‘Okay but we neeeeed one just look at their lil beards!! And their tongues!!!’

🏮 You tell him to put it off for a bit, do some research, and see if he still wants one later

🏮 Homeboy is DEDICATED so he puts in the time and ofc he still wants one after the fact

🏮 After a good amount of time, he comes back with a books worth of reasons as to why you guys should get one and you’re honestly shocked

🏮 You just can’t say no to those eyes </33 so you oblige and go out and get one from an owner who’s surrendering it (Because we don’t support chain pet stores in this household)

🏮 You guys can’t pick a name for them so for the longest time they’re just called ‘the lizard’ or ‘little fella’ or whatever else you guys come up with

🏮 Anyways- he’s infatuated with them it’s so funny. He spends all of his freetime watching them get used to their new habitat like,,,, all of it. It’s 1am and he’s just watching it hang out and you’re like ‘Kiri if you love it so much then why don’t you sleep with it’ (not in that way ya nasty)

🏮 HE TAKES IT SERIOUSLY

🏮 Next thing you know he hops out of bed, brings them back and puts them between your pillows.

🏮 Lil homie’s just vibin there.

🏮 You’re done tbh but if Kiri’s happy then you’re happy <33

🏮 Absolutely lets it sit on his shoulders when he’s walking around the house

🏮 He has a leash for them and he takes them out during the warmer months

🏮 Dedicates a good portion of his day to clean out their habitat when need be

🏮 Their relationship is just so cute you can’t help but melt every time you see them together

Tenya Iida - Tropical Fish

🌟 After a particularly rough finals season, you figure that Iida needs to have some sort of hobby that can help him chill out, but also has some sort of brainwork in there because that’s your boyfriend for ya

🌟 You suggest getting some fish!

🌟 He rly said ‘I’ll think about it’ then proceeded to do a shit ton of research on it because he literally does that every time you express interest in something. King behavior!!

🌟 You guys settle on getting a few tropical fish and a super nice fish tank for ‘em

🌟 He lets you name all of them and of course you have to name one ‘Iida junior’ like how could you not-

🌟 But seriously though he finds it so endearing and sweet ;;

🌟 You can’t tell me he doesn’t buy all of the nicest shit he can for their tank too.

🌟 Fresh aquatic plants, huge rocks for them to swim through, a nice ass heater, the WORKS

🌟 He’s gotta treat yall’s babies right like what did you expect

🌟 Constantly checking their water to see if it’s alright for them

🌟 He’s usually the one to feed them so whenever he comes up to the tank, they all crowd up by the top like doggies when their owner comes home omg

🌟 He finds the noises from the tank to be really good background noise when he’s reading or studying

🌟 Iida’s honestly glad that you suggested to get fish ‘cause taking care of them is such a relaxing hobby and lord knows he needs some of those

Hanta Sero - Rose Haired Tarantula

🧵 So he wants a Rose Hair Tarantula...

🧵 ‘Absolutely not’ - You, 2021 (sorry if you actually like spiders lol, if a singular person wants hcs where y’all both like spiders please @ me)

🧵 Lots and lots of begging and promises

🧵 ‘You won’t even have to clean the cage, I’ll do it!!’ ‘We can keep them in the spare room’ ‘c’mooon pretty please???’

🧵 He had to bust out the puppy eyes for you to say yes

🧵 And with that, you’re now the proud parents of a demon rose hair tarantula!

🧵 ‘We can keep them in the spare room’ your ass. He lets it climb all over him while he’s walking around the house!!

🧵 Not you actively avoiding him when you see them coming down towards you

🧵 ‘But I wanna kiss!!’ ‘Kiss your tarantula smh’

🧵 After he realizes he’s not gonna get any with his lil buddy (yes, that’s what he calls them) he tries his best to help you familiarize with em

🧵 I’m sorry but he’s trying so hard not to laugh as you freak out when they crawl up your arm

🧵 He takes things more seriously after that though. He’ll give you lil words of encouragement, back pats and such

🧵 He’s so happy that you become… tolerable after a while of you guys just hangin’ out that you can’t help but feel proud too.

🧵 You still can’t stand spiders though.

Keigo Tamaki - Bunnies

🐤 Just like Aizawa, he wants something that’s quiet and can be independent since his schedule is a bit busy but he still wants to have a lil buddy to love on

🐤 You’re actually the one to bring up the idea to get a bunny, it’s part of a long list of ideas you had come up with, but for whatever reason, the bunny idea just stuck with him

🐤 You two hop (im a comedic genius hi <33) on over to the nearest rescue you can find, and browse through the enclosures looking for the perfect bunny for you guys

🐤 Ok so like- here’s the thing,,,

🐤 You totally didn’t plan on getting two bunnies… But you guys found a pair that were literally inseparable and y’all had to have them

🐤 He’s already calling them ‘Our children’ straight off the bat like- y’all JUST got home and he’s already giving you baby fever UGH

🐤 He bunny-proofs the FUCK out of the house so they can roam freely ‘cause he didn’t just get these babies to stick them in a cage smh

🐤 Will lay on the floor and just watch them romp around cus he finds it relaxing and funny

🐤 Also please get on the floor and watch them with him. Prime cuddling hours

🐤 They burrow under his wings… I repeat- THEY BURROW UNDER HIS WINGS

🐤 They WILL flop together don’t @ me

🐤 They (and by they I mean all three of them) flop on you when they want attention can I jst--- *cries*

🐤 Have fun trying to get up, this is your life now.

🐤 But are you really complaining? You shouldn’t be smh

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samnyangie · 3 years

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Personal reviews on RSL filmography

Rsl, iI thought it’d be a good idea to record my thought on each films rsl was in, it was something I always wanted to do...

Rsl in total, was starred in (excluding tv series etc) 27-ish films, to be honest, considering his years as an actor(approximately more than 30 years) he wasn’t starred in that many. We all know why lol

Just saying I’m not a film expert, therefore the list is very subjective.

The reviews with trigger warning (r*pe, g*re etc): Tape, Killer: Journal of Murder, A glimpse of hell. Tho in the writing I’ve censored them with * since I don’t feel comfortable saying them here

There isn’t particular spoilers except for dps, tape, and ground control

The favourites (literally my life time films)

Dead Poets Society

I assume many would agree, and as many would have, it was my first ever rsl film, like I was on the plane and it was one of the films they offered, and I was like, oh I think i heard of this, so I watched and instantly loved it. The message is very relevant to this day, the cinematography is very beautiful and somehow nostalgic. I was horrified with Neil’s death. Tbh now I’ve seen too many memes and all kind of things from the fandom (which I’m grateful for!) I thought the heartfelt I once had would deluded a bit, however when I watched it again last April with my family at the cinema and it still moved me very deeply.

The age of Innocence

Okay, unpopular opinion here, I love this so much. It’s my all time favourite rsl film. It even outruns dps tiny winy bit haha. Aside from how he had tiny winy screen time, appearing at the end but the fact that he played quite an important role and him being gorgeous in it just<33 I couldn’t help but smiling! It just the whole film was so much of my cup of tea? The melodrama and the hypocrisy hidden by elegance among the upper social classes in 19th century is just what I needed. The more I watch it, the more I understand the characters and their emotions, it’s one of those films you should keep visit to discover the things you weren’t aware of before. I watched it again this morning and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. However, I know some people find it boring and I understand why, my sister is one of them lol(except for a bit where rsl was in) but i think it’s more complex than what it appears to be at a first glance haha. In conclusion, it became one of my comfort film to watch time to time.

The ones I like<33

Swing kids

At first viewing, I didn’t expected much because it had underwhelming reviews but when I actually saw it, I thought it was quite decent and more and more I watched it, I felt like it was underrated. Yes, I think some directing choices were bit old fashioned and cheesy especially the ending, I’m not saying it was a perfect masterpiece but it deserves more recognition than it has now. Also in spite that there’re some parts being too simplified, it touched on something other films about ww2 normally don’t. It was interesting to see the German perspective on it than Jewish or the allies perspective like many of them does, but of course the latter perspectives matter, it could be argued that they more valid than the former, which partly was where sk criticised for, however, the portrayal of the varied reactions of the German people (in this one particular the teenagers) has its value in their on way. Anyway along side with it, the music and the dance scenes were great, without exaggeration, though Swing kids isn’t my fav, peter’s solo dance scene is my favourite scene in any movies I’ve ever watched. I mean that scene had both visuals and meaning as it demonstrated Peter’s determination as well as resentment with a hitch of unsureness. Rsl acting in that scene was just phenomenal, it’s not about showing off the dancing skills but he portrayed every mixed emotions peter has from his expression and the moves, I just can’t talk about this enough especially this scene was the reason I started fallen for him. lol

Much ado about nothing

Much ado is something I never seen anything like so it was a refreshing exprience. I barely watched Shakespeare on screen kind of thing. Though I felt there were some bits too cheesy for me but they are also the charms in the same time, and the cinematography was pretty also Claudio aka rsl, it was like an official announcement of declaring my worship on this man. Especially it was after SWING KIDSSSS so I couldn’t help it now everyone knows how I fallen for him but no one can blame meeeeee Anyway, it’s a really good film to watch when you want be relaxed with cup of tea maybe hehe

In the gloaming

I heard about it before I watched it, that it’s a heart wrenching, tearful piece, though I didn’t managed to cry, it’s just.... painful and in a way heartfelt. I liked that story telling was calm and collected rather than forcing you to join the sob party, just showing the characters to carry on. And thanks to the great acting from the cast, the characters could be emphasised and understood, personally the older sister was the most relatable character for me, well, eldest complex lol. In short I liked it but it’s not something I would watch it often.

Last days of Disco

As a person who looks at aesthetic in films, I simply enjoyed this for that tbh. I don’t know, I just liked the feeling. But I don’t think it’d be everyone’s cup of tea. I love the day time clothes the girls wore in the film. Tbh I love the music too, I think I love all the films of rsl with music in it. Speaking about rsl, oh rsl, he’s.... His character might be bit unlikable but he was just.... This is why I can’t unlove his characters even the debatable ones<33

They were decent! (I would recommend it)

Married to it

This is the first and last ever attempt of rsl of romcomssss The film itself is cliche to be frank it’s like love actually but it’s about marriage life + it’s not christmas but I like heartfelt cliche stories like this, if anyone also loves this type of story, it’s really worth watching, it’s one of my comfort films, also, rsl is so pretty I mean he always is but to see him being a office man with a baby face made me go awww my baby grew up heheh I wish he did another romcom like this or more preferably, melodramatic romance, I’d have made a shrine of it and worship it every morning lol

The boys next door

I kind of smiled while watching it throughout, if you want something that is heartfelt and touch on some serious topic about social workers and the people with mental disorder, Rsl plays a character who has (I think it was) Schizophrenia and troubled relationship with his father(Deja vu I know) but general atmosphere tend to be quite humourous. I don’t get me wrong, though it’s light hearted, it doesn’t mean they treat the topic in the same way. There’s a scene where the protagonist imagining the one of the characters with the disorder talking eloquently and honourably at the court on the rights and the dignity of the people with mental disorders deserve to/should have and they’re just the same people as the people without mental disorders. It was a powerful scene.

My two loves

Rsl’s first ever screen debut film! Hehe it’s about a woman who is discovering her sexual identity and the conflicts within I personally thought it was fairly sensible depiction but I can’t say for sure whether it was accurate or else, since I don’t think it’s my place to say it:) But if you’re interested, it’s on YouTube, you can just search for it or go to this post I made. Fun fact: since it was his debut film, it credits him as he’s real name, Robert L. Leonard, I just find it amusing haha

Tape

It’s another type of film I don’t encounter that often, I enjoyed it, especially with Neil and Todd’s reunion lol. Rsl mentioned how he enjoyed it because it felt like doing a play, my first impression was that the structure is like a play, though the camera work made me quite dizzy haha. But the dialogues, the acting, I think it was quite spot on. Especially the human contradictions and hypocrisy side of it. The most people assume the baddie in the film is Jon the character rsl played and has a distaste for him. I mean how can anyone love a character who is accused of r*pe but to be honest, Vincent for me seemed just as problematic, both of them are hypocrites for sure in their own different ways but in the end we can’t be sure what’s really the truth or not. It’s about the vagueness, and phychology and the uncertainty from the audience on who to believe(well, myself included, most would trust on Amy’s claims since she’s the victim in the accusation, but by her denying the claims, making everything way unclear,) so I don’t know. I don’t really have an opinion haha tho I don’t believe nothing happened because Amy denied so, even Umma Thurman who played her, said that her interpretation was that Amy lied. I felt it’s endless rabbit hole this film. Sorry I couldn’t worded it better.

My best friend is a Vampire

It’s cringey and weird but there’re odd charm to it. Vampire rsl’s so cute as well.... and I think it’s the only film, he acted kind of flirty ? So for that itself I’d like to appreciate itttt And it’s so 80s/90s, like it has general odd nostalgia like all films from that age has. I saw a Korean blog about rsl films and this was mentioned, that- they said- it’s a bible of rsl’s adorableness and I think that sum up the film perfectly.

Mr&Mrs Bridge

Before this was in ‘I mean it was fine” category, but I watched it again and now I want to retract my statement lol Still isn’t my fav but I noticed how delicately depicted each characters are, Mr and Mrs Bridge in particular. This film is alternatively about the changes in the young generation regarding liberty, feminism, free expression especially on sex. It’s in the perspective of the bridges, the mother and father who is old fashioned and conservative (as it was normal in their previous generation) and the children who are the young generation, and the misunderstanding and conflicts between them. After all it all happened not only because of the difference but also the lack of communication, which rsl emphasised in his interviews. I found it interesting that they made it seems like the Bridges truly existed with the video footage and (with the ending) describing what happened to each family member in text with photos. When I watched it at first I was really confused if it was based on a real life. I think what they wanted to suggest was that the Bridges every typical American family at the time. It was something everyone was going through. I said previously I didn’t get why Rsl’s character (the youngest in the Bridges) treated his mother so coldly. Honestly I do get why, but I guess I felt so bad so the mother haha

I mean it was fine

The safe passage

It was okay but to be honest it didn’t stood out to me. It was okay. The story, the characters weren’t that interesting. I wish they extended it longer to go depth with their family relationship or something.

A painted house

I find it likeable, it has a chill, old folk story vibe, but same as previous one. it didn’t really stand out except for shirtless rsl, do close ups you cowards

Bluffing it

I was really fond of the premise of this film and I think it has great intention. It was specifically made to promote the awareness of illiteracy and how to get support. However, I don’t get the reason of Jack the protagonist’s illiteracy. Unless, it was common occurrence in America at the time, I feel like it’d have been more convincing if he was in poor family hood, so there was no time to learn at school due to working at young age...? I mean, just finding it hard to believe he passed the high school just like that, I mean the teachers or anyone should have noticed it, maybe I’m missing something here but it seemed unlikely to me.

Ground control

Again, I liked the message, as it depicted how frightening and difficult job the ground controller is, by one mistake could take away the lives of hundreds, especially as someone who goes on planes a lot... But it was quite cliche throughout, I just couldn’t get engaged to it. But I do admit at the end when the protagonist runs off to the landing zone see the pilot who he had just saved, they acknowledged each other and have eye contacts was truly wholesome. Rsl as cocky, bad boy was such a icing on the cake, I loved it so much. Chewing gum in every scene lol I hope he plays these sort of characters more often. I saw someone criticising him saying he has narrow spectrum of just playing nice boy roles like Neil but I really wanted to debunk the narrative and this could be one of the examples!

Chelsea walls

I knew that this has split reviews but nonetheless I think worth to watch it, 1. Ethan and rsl re union, 2. Ethan is the directer of the film and rsl sing in it. But I have to say, it’s one of those hard to follow art indie film so I couldn’t finish it on one go. I feel like I have to devour it over and over again. Maybe later on I grow fond of it more lol But his character, I loved him so much. He’s just has everyone don’t touch me, I’m a cocky artist vibe, there’s a scene where his annoying friend annoying him and he looks up and says: ‘Fck off’. Absolute golddddd not to mention he sings and plays guitar so beautifully<333

Well... it’s not my cup of tea

The Manhattan project

I don’t think the film it self was that bad, it’s about high school boy who find out the existence of some nuclear energy research lab and stole the energy to make his own nuclear bomb. I just don’t get the thinking process of the protagonist. It really frustrated me. He seemed apathetic and unlikable I disliked him throughout and that’s why I didn’t really enjoyed it. I mean it has humour and ridiculous storyline might be humorous to some. But more importantly there was such little screen time for rsl!! LIKE WHY? WHY PEOPLE?? HE LOOKS LIKE A FRESH HUMAN MOCHI!!! It makes me soooo mad to think about it

Killer: Journal of Murder

Well, first of all, it had a lot of graphic things than I imagined, brutally murd*red bodies, execution, and r*pe scene, gosh I was strucken by it when I saw that, I had to skipped that scene. It’s based on a real event and a real criminal called Carl Panzram, so if you’re aware of it, it might be more intriguiging to see. But personally for me... meh, I don’t think directing was good as it failed to portray it enough for me to comprehend fully.

A Glimpse of Hell

This is also based on a true event of a tragic accident in the us battleship in Iowa in 1989. They shows tragedy lin a blunt, brutal way by showing horribly damaged bodies of the soldiers torn into pieces, all the horrid things directly so be warned about that. I was quite alarmed because i didn’t expect to see it haha there’s no much to say. The film quality was so so for me. I feel their approach wasn’t appropriate, they were clearly trying to make it dramatic which is fine but in a melodramatic emotional way. It didn’t work because first, there aren’t enough portrayal of the characters for me to get attached, secondly it added the unnecessary exaggeration it prevented me from being emotionally involved or even to think about it. In my opinion, I think it’d have been better if they made it more restrained, dry, focus on the accuracy. For example like 1987 or Zodiac, I mean both of them has dramatic elements since they’re not a documentary but they were not overdone, in a contrary added emphasis to their message/conclusion. I know it’s easier said than done but it was something I consistently felt during it.

Sir.... I’m sorry but-

Standoff

Haha... it’s very peculiar... the directing is off and it just weird. I knew it was bad already but I watched it because rsl as a cop with gunssssssss just... so rare and just.... something else. There’s no way of me missing that seriously. Tbh him doing an action stunt isn’t what I imagine when it comes to him and there’s really any actions scenes anyway but it really was something. Like the character he played here really became my soft spot Hehehehe he was pretty and plus, tbh it’s kind of film I’d make fun of while watching so everything was (alomst) forgivable. There is a recent thing I think about, since this is about a cult, I kind of hope he’d at some day play a role like Eli Sunday from There will be blood: a manipulative, deceitful and maddened priest with twisted faith. Though Paul Dano did a grand job, the idea was in my head the whole time. Well, it’s a shame he wasn’t any of those here lol

Driven

From what I seen, the majority of people seem to unanimously hate this film, and after watching it I became one of those ppl. At least Standoff could be make fun of and rsl held gunssss but this...... I want to say so many things... I feel like they should have chose either fancy, fast paced, thrilling racing film or detailed depiction of emotions/relationships with the racers and people involved in it, I know both can be done, but I think that was outside of their ability, but since they tried to do that at once, it became a mess that doesn’t go either way. And the characters, any of them, including rsl’s are narrow or impossible to understand. I mean rsl did great himself, it was not about acting, the problem lies on the script and editing in my opinion. Also there were so many unnecessary characters made me question of their existence. Luckily rsl’s character isn’t one of them, however because of them, he had to squeeze in and unable to elaborate, which is a shame as he was an interesting character and someone rsl rarely plays; a arrogant and opportunist agent/brother of the protagonist, who would do anything for success... ha.... whyyyyy

This is it. If I watch other stuff I might add to it in the future. Overall, I know I’m biased but I do like His filmography, I do have appreciations in every one of them in different way to the good ones to bad. He may have disagree, but I love his acting on screen, well, I barely seen him on stage (crying)

Edit: as some of you could see, I’ve edited this over and over again haha elaborating on thing or the contrary. I can say with a glimpse of hell I practically managed to watch every rsl films out there lol except for the i inside and the short film he did called a dog race in Alaska. But with the former I’m not interested and already know the storyline, and the latter is just impossible to find, trust me I did my best;;

So to sum up: I HAVE MASTERED THE RSL FILMOGRAPHY!

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jk9bangtan · 3 years

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ƬΉΣ ΉΛƬΣ YӨЦ GΛVΣ -3-

Series: (✎) On going

Genre: ♔ Smut / ♤Romance / ♘ Angst

Warnings: lots and lots of angst, Jungkook hurting y/n, a lot of hurtful feelings, disappointment, angry Jungkook, Jungkook Jealous, mention of pregnancy, a little bit of smut, swearing.

Author’s note: I have cried a lot while writing this chapter 😭 hope you guys aren’t as sensitive as I am 💔

Teaser: “I don’t love you. I don’t. All of this was planed. He told me that he will give me money if I gave you to him in our wedding night and that’s why I married you. I love money I don’t love you”

Word Count: 1651

Exclaimer: This ff has nothing to do with real life events. Everything in this ff is from my imagination. The characters are not real (well, Jungkook is real but he doesn’t act this way in real life... you inow what I mean)

Parts: part1, part2, part3, part4, part5,…..??

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Part 3

Title: Divorce

Jungkook's P.O.V

They say getting drunk is the best thing to do when you feel the world is no longer a good place for you. It helps you forget everything, especially the things that hurts you so bad. However, it is not the case with me. I have been siting here in the kitchen for hours drinking. But Its not helping at all. It is making it even worser.

Her face, her voice, her scent.... Every small trace of her features are stuck in mind even after drinking seven bottles of this useless drink.

"Maybe because I am used to it. I need even larger quantities of these alcoholic drinks to get drunk. I should of listened to her when she told me to stop drinking a lot." I said smiling at the memory of her caring about me. She used to hate my drinking habit.

How can things change this fast. How can everything vanish in a blink of an eye. How can she be pregnant with another man's child. How can she be this way. How can I be this way.

Jk: "She was sooo good for me. I don't deserve good things. I don't deserve her. I gave her for money. I-i ...... Sold her for money." I didn't know i was crying until I saw tears falling of my cheeks. "Why am I even crying. Wasn't me the one who wanted money instead of her." I said quickly wiping my tears away.

"It is all because of you. I hate you. I have never thought you will have a big affect on my life. Why won't you leave me alone even after vanishing out of this world"

Flash back

???: "Where is the money?! How dare you come back with few dollars only. Didn't I tell you to not comeback home until you bring 50 bucks a day?!" He yelled as he harshly grabbed the young kid from his shoulders.

Jk: "I'm sorry. I am really sorry. No one wanted to buy anything from the water bottles and the gums I am selling. Only few people bought them." Jungkook answered. His voice trembling. His hands and legs won't stop shaking. His words were coming out as whimpers due to the harsh grip on his meager shoulders.

???: " I don't care!! 50 bucks means 50 bucks. or I swear I won't let you sleep in this house anymore" the man threatened as he pushed him harshly towards the wall. the young Jungkook's body ended up being slammed on the wall so hard that the old wooden door of the cheap dresser opened making a creaking sound.

???: "Now go!! and make sure to don't come back here until you bring money. you need to learn how to live independently I am not staying with you forever. Your mom was like that as well but thanks god she is gone now. But still she left a stupid kid like you for me to deal with." The man said walking his way to the door. he grabbed the handle of it but stopped in mid way due to hearing the younger speaking.

Jk: " It's cold outside I need something to cover myself with. Can I borrow your jacket please or can I maybe go outside tomorrow morning it almost 11:00 pm dad. It's night." he begged as he hugged himself. he was freezing from the cold. him being inside doesn't help at all. The room that he was in wasn't considered a real room. It was a huge shop, which used to be an auto repair shop. There wasn't even something to sit on. How could a father do this to his child. How can't he take care and look after one kid.

It is true that Jungkook said it's cold outside and that's why he doesn't want to go there but in reality he is scared. He is not scared from real things like murdering, killing, being kidnapped. He is still scared of ghosts and monsters. Which is a proof that shows he is still a child and he still thinks about unreal things that every child fears of.

Jk's father: "What did you say softy?? is it that cold to you my baby," he smirked as he moved his way towards his child. Jungkook knew what will happen to him but he didn't move. He hoped that after he is done with him he will leave him there. He won't let him go outside anymore. But little did he know, there is no escape. The old man grabbed the jungkook from his neck, strangling him as he lift his body of the ground. He tighten his grip on his neck. Jungkook's eyes were wide open. He tried to take a breaths but he couldn't. "You are a nobody. I just want you to be gone from my life, I can kill you right now and right here. But unfortunately I still need you. I need money. The only reason why you are still alive is because I need money and you are the only way I could have money without even working." he harshly yelled as he finally loosened his grip on the kid's neck letting his body slam hard to the ground.

Jk's father: "Do you still want to stay here??!! No??!! Good boy." he blurted out as he grabbed Jungkook from his wrist and harshly threw him outside. Closing the door afterwards without even giving a final glance towards his 9 years old son.

End of flashback

"why......why.....why" Jungkook kept repeating the same word on and on. A simple "why" that asks millions of questions. "Why did you do this to me? Why didn't you love me? Why did you treat me as if I am nothing to you? Why did your actions affect me?" Jungkook kept going on and on with his questions. The veins in his arms popped out as his muscles tensed. He started yelling every word that came out of his mouth.

Jk: "Why am I doing what you have done? Why am I like you?! Why! Why!" He yelled as his grip tightening instinctively around the wine glass causing it to broke into peaces. Blood came rushing down his hands and dripped on the floor. His grip didn't loosen one bit, it instead got tighter and tighter.

A loud knock on the door took him out of his states. He didn't budge, only his gaze moved towards the front door. He shifted a little bit on his seat as he laid his head on the kitchen counter closing his eyes afterwards.

He took a deep breath waiting for the person to stop knocking on the door. A growl escaped his mouth when he heard the voice of the person who've been knocking on the door for more than two minutes. But he quickly stood up and walked towards the front door opening it wide. His gaze quickly roamed around not letting it stop on the man standing in front of him. He thought she came back. But she was no where to be seen.

Jk: "Where is she?!" He asked finally looking at the old man in front of him.

Mr.Kim: "We need to talk." The old man nonchalantly said ignoring JungKook's question.

Jungkook moved away letting the old man enter. Both of them walked inside the living room. Mr. Kim took a seat on one of the couches as he unlocked his phone.

"It's 10:33 pm Y/N will be waiting for me so lets talk fast." The old man said making Jungkook ball his hands into fists. His gaze moved towards Mr. Kim's phone making his whole body tense up at the view in front of him. Jungkook closed his eyes tight. *He dares to have her photo as his lock screen* he said to himself opening his eyes again.

Jk: "Where is she?!" Jungkook once again asked as he stood in front of the couch Mr.Kim sat on.

Mr. Kim: "You think she will come back after what you did to her?! She said she doesn't want to see you face. Who even gave you the permission to touch her you bastard." He said glaring at Jungkook. Jungkook's chest felt heavy hearing that she doesn't want to see him.

Jk: "It's none if your business. She is my wife. I can touch her whenever I want too" Jungkook's eyes sharp on him challenging him to say the opposite.

Mr. Kim: "But not for too long" he replayed a malignant smirk on his face.

Jungkook: "What do you mean?!" He asked confused.

Mr.Kim: "I am sure she told you that she is pregnant with MY child" he said, a smirk still on his face. Jungkook's heart sunk at the mention of his wife caring someone else's child. "You have one week to divorce her. I want to marry her sooner than later. I want her and our child to have my name. Kim y/n not Jeon y/n" he continued standing up.

Mr. Kim: "Tell me whenever you set a day for the divorce. And one more thing tomorrow is your first day at work because today is obviously the last day of your vacation that was supposed to be for your honeymoon. So be ready for a big surprise tomorrow. I can't wait to see your reaction." He laughed walking pass Jungkook and out if the house.

Jungkook was standing still. The idea of her not wanting to see him and wanting to get a divorce made him go insane. His breaths were unsteady. He suddenly fall on his knees and crawled towards the couch. As soon as his back touched the couch he brought his knees towards his chest hugging them with his arms. He buried his face between his knees as he kept repeating, "I won't divorce her, I want divorce her..............."

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starbuckie · 4 years

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

challenge: the cbc 1k writing challenge by @captainscanadian

prompt: “do you treat all your hookups like this?”

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 4.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, assault, swearing, some degrading comments, and implications of the sexy times

summary: waling up next to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors brings on a lot more than what you expected.

a/n: what’s up y’all! i’ve essentially been dead for the past two weeks, but i’m back! i lost motivation for a bit, but i feel a lot better now, and what better way to come back then a little carter baizen? i ended up writing a lot more than originally intended, but i like the way it turned out. anyways, enjoy, and thank you for all of your support<3

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As you awoke with a long stretch and yawn, memories of the previous night had you smiling like an idiot. Sunlight streamed from the half-closed blinds of your windows and the smell of coffee wafted to your room from the kitchen. You grabbed your lover’s dress shirt from off the floor and slipped a pair of satin slippers on your feet.

The night before had been amazing. It had started with a beach reception when you had finally caught his eye. The two of you had been playing a game of cat and mouse during the whole wedding, only giving lustful stares and shy smiles, but when you finally had a hold of each other, your night only got better. The rest of the night had the sounds of only tearing clothes, pants, and moans.

Snapping out of your sweet reverie, you stared at the man in your kitchen. His bare back was faced towards you, giving a great view of his shifting muscles while he made pancakes. A bowl of mixed berries were laid out on the table, along with strawberry syrup and mugs of Peruvian coffee. “Do you treat all of your hookups like this, Baizen?”

Carter, finally noticing your presence, turned around and gave you a heartwarming smile. He flipped the last few pancakes over and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “Haha, cute joke. After everything we’ve been through babygirl, this was definitely not a hookup. And I only treat my favorite person like this, so eat up.” He gestured towards the food on the table and with a quick kiss to your lips, turned his attention back to the pancakes.

You sat in one of the chairs and took a sip of steaming coffee and looked out of the ceiling to floor windows surrounding the room. The New York City skyline would never get old from this view, no matter how long you and Carter had had this penthouse. Sighing, you looked down at your left hand, the sun casting light on the diamond on your fourth finger.

You had been engaged for only six months, but it didn’t feel like anything new. At the age of 33, you didn’t feel any different than you did ten years before or even ten before that. Hell, you always knew that you would be Carter’s friend, but one drunken night had changed that very quickly.

As your fiance joined you at the table, he set a plate of warm pancakes in front of you. Sure, he could have had your housekeeper, Marybeth do it for him, but he also liked pampering you himself. Together, you sat in silence and stared out the windows. Carter tore his eyes away from the city to study your face. He would never understand how after twenty years of friendship, it ended with him finding his one love and putting a ring on your finger.

“Hey, baby?” He asked, and you hummed and met his gaze. “How’d we even get here?”

You smirked and replied with, “Well, I walked from the bedroom, but I don’t know about you?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he said, pinching your elbow. You swatted his hand away and smiled. “Anyway, what I meant to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was how did I end up with the most beautiful girl on the Upper East Side?”

“Well, if I recall, it started with me being fed up with your stupid ass, and you finally confessing that you had been madly in love with me since we were thirteen.”

“And I still am.” He moved towards you to place his lips on yours. “You’re mine now, baby.” You grinned against his lips and went to sit on his lap.

“Mr. Baizen, you’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you. With that cute little schoolboy outfit, and your hair! Oh god, remember-”

With a playful glare, he cut you off as you giggled. “We do not need to talk about my middle school style, fiancee, but I will gladly talk about when I fell in love with you.”

“That sounds good.” You smiled at each other and went back down memory lane, into your long, long, shared history.

20 YEARS EARLIER

Looking in the mirror, your maid had finished tailoring your school uniform. When she deemed you presentable she scurried out of the room to help your mother, and you immediately went to call your best friend.

“Carter, are you ready for our first day? We’re finally in eighth grade. Next year I’ll be headed off to Constance and you’ll be going to St. Judes, and there’s gonna be a whole ton of hot guys-”

Your friend’s chuckles were heard through the phone. “Y/N, we haven’t even begun the first day yet.”

“Yes, I know, but we’ll be one step closer to the best years of our lives!” Your mom’s voice called you from downstairs. Oh crap. Only the Lord knew that Andrea L/N did NOT want to be kept waiting. “Okay, my mom’s coming, but we’re coming to pick you up right now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See ya soon, Y/N.” You smiled at his voice and responded.

“See ya soon, Baizen.” You hung up the phone and ran to your vanity. Making sure your mascara wasn’t smudged while you had dressed, you spritzed on the Chanel perfume you had stolen from your mother's room. Truth be told, you only dressed up for Carter, but you would never tell him that.

His parents were two of New York’s socialites, famous and wealthy, so they got along well with your parents. Though your dad didn’t pay too much attention to you, your mother made sure you kept up with your grades and social life. She was always the shoulder to cry on, offering you wisdom and advice. Not to mention, but your mom was a fantastic shoe designer. She was truly the greatest woman you knew. The two of you grew up closely with his sister Caroline, from the time you were babies to now. Caroline had gone to a boarding school in France in the fifth grade, but that didn't tear your friendship, and only made it stronger. However, while you stay poised and polite, Carter had always had a bit of a bad boy streak. Albeit, he was charming and sweet, sometimes too much for his own good, but the two of you were opposites. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. At the age of thirteen he was the Upper East Side’s darling sweet-talker, who had girls and boys alike fawning over him.

Including you.

You never realized when you had started developing feelings for your friend, but it was a huge shock to you. It helped that he was cute as hell, but you got to see the sweet side of him, that was respectful and caring. He always made sure you were comfortable and happy, giving you a small sliver of hope that he liked you back. You always helped him, whether it was being a wingwoman, or giving him schoolwork, you were always there at his beck and call.

The next seven years were absolutely painful for you, however. In high school, he charmed the skirt off of every single girl at Constance, and constantly blew you off for hookups and dates. When he was cut off and went to travel the world, you called him to make sure he was okay, though he always seemed fine to you. You stuck with him through everything, and the more you went on, you barely knew the man who claimed to be your best friend.

Dating Serena was the last straw. You were twenty-one, studying political science and business to hopefully one day become a lawyer. Your father had disapproved of your majors, but your mom fully supported you.

Sighing and putting your textbook away, you stood up and went to put something on for the party you were invited to. Normally, you would have stayed in your NYU dorm, but Carter had miraculously managed to get you to leave, claiming you needed to meet his girlfriend, who you didn’t know at the time. You grumpily slipped on a champagne sequin dress, and grabbed your white stilettos to match. After hailing a cab, you were off to Blair Waldorf’s house, unknowingly driving to the end of you and Carter’s friendship.

You had to admit that the party wasn’t half bad. Blair certainly knew how to decorate, and it wasn’t hard to believe, considering her mother was the infamous designer, Eleanor Waldorf. You bumped into a lot of old classmates from your high school years, and grudgingly exchanged greetings. When you finally found Carter, he had his arm slipped around the waist of a pretty blonde, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He turned around, and let out a smile that normally would have made you happy, but instead filled you with dread.

“Y/N! You made it! This is Serena Van der Woodsen.” As you went in to hug your friend, you were stopped by none other than Serena's hand stuck out for you to shake.

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.” You stared into her blue eyes, and were immediately filled with envy and irritation.

You had no right to be mad. You knew Carter could date whoever he wanted, but at this point you didn’t care. Exhausted, you started to yell at the couple.

“Really, Carter? You go off to travel some other goddamn countries and come back to date a high schooler? A child? Who the hell do you think you are?” The entire room went silent, all of their attention focused solely on the college girl who went crazy. Serena stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. As she came to her senses and started to yell back, Carter stopped her.

“Y/N, let’s go outside,” he gritted out. His eyes were burning red, and you could tell he was furious, which was never a good thing.

However, at this point your emotions were so heightened that it rivaled his anger. Once the two of you were outside the building, he started lecturing you. “What the fuck was that, L/N? I introduce you to my girlfriend, and you start yelling at her. You have no control over who I date, and you have absolutely zero right to insult them. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He knew he had hit a sore spot there. He knew your deepest insecurities, how you were self-conscious about your body, and how you were saving yourself for the one. No one had ever looked at you throughout high school, and even if they had, you would’ve been too blinded by Carter to see any of them. He had always had you wrapped around his finger.

You chuckled mirthlessly. “You are such an asshole, Baizen. I have been there for you for years. I was always there to make sure you had done your homework, I looked after you, I fucking lied for you. I have done everything for you, and for fucking what?”

“So you yell at my girlfriend? I never knew you could stoop so fucking low, Y/N.” He glared at you, on the verge of tears, and saw that your face was already wet as well. “Oh, poor you. Cries whenever someone raises their voice at them. You had no right to say those things about her. What are you, jealous?”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. It was the longest five seconds of your life, as tears ran down your face in hot paths, and he stared at you, for once, not knowing what to say.

“You are.” His gaze turned sympathetic. “Wait, Y/N, I never knew-”

“It doesn’t matter, Carter,” you yelled, “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m not gonna go on loving you, because it’s never gonna happen and I can’t sit around to wait for you. I’m done.” With that, you left, his last memory of you stomping off into the streets of Manhattan at midnight.

PRESENT

“That wasn’t my best moment exactly.” You cringed, face flaming from your actions that had taken place that night.

Carter placed his hand on your jaw and rubbed your cheekbone. “It wasn’t your fault, I was kind of an idiot. But in a way, I’m kind of grateful, because that really woke me up to what was happening outside of that little bubble I was in. It made me see what I had lost, and remember that it was you who finally saved me from the hole I was digging myself farther into. You were my hero. Still are.”

You grinned bashfully. “But then we ended up seeing each other two years later at that other party.”

“Oh god, the party,” he smirked, “we had some fun then, didn’t we?”

“I can’t remember, we were both drunk as fuck.”

10 YEARS AGO

The last two years had changed you. You had still focused on school and kept up with your studies, but the old Y/N was no more. Carter Baizen had ruined your life, and now you were just getting a taste of what you had missed out on in high school. A barrier surrounded your heart, with the one rule of no man staying in your bed for more than a night. You had a reputation to uphold, of course. Every social event now had your name on the attending list, and guys were lining up at your feet for a night with you. Your hair was longer, the clothes you wore out flashier and your style rivaled that of Serena Van der Woodsen’s. You were unattainable and everyone knew your name.

Your father’s private jet flew in on the evening of December twentieth. Merula, your family’s maid, helped carry your bags from the jet and your mom greeted you with tons of hugs and kisses. However, that didn’t last very long, as you had a party to attend. Going up to your old room, you took a quick, yet luxurious bath, and went to fix yourself up. Your old closet was still intact, and you were happy to know that the short red dress you had bought five years before still fit you. After you slipped on the dress and your black heels, you curled your hair in loose waves, and swiped on some dark red lipstick.

You were dead set on getting laid tonight. But then again, when weren’t you?

With a goodnight call to your mom, you ran out to the limo waiting outside your family’s penthouse. Giving the driver the address, you pulled your compact mirror from your Valentino clutch. Flawless. Like any other night. Paying attention to your looks was now tiring. And this life was lonely. You hadn’t had any friends besides Carter at the beginning, but now you were truly by yourself.

Carter. You hadn’t thought about him in a long time. In your furious haze after the incident two years ago, you blocked him on all forms of social media, and ignored any headlines from Gossip Girl including his name. It was lonely, naturally, but you had enough men filling your bed to avoid you from the empty void in your chest. The void that was filled with whispers telling you to apologize, to call him, to take him back, because the truth was that you missed him like hell.

The party was full of college kids, neatly dressed in the chandelier-lit room. Ugh. So far you couldn’t see any lookers. A couple of guys who looked like they were in their late twenties were eyeing you up from the corner, and grabbing a flute of bubbly champagne, you headed in their direction, licking your lips. As you crossed the room, you could feel more eyes on you but you didn’t dare look at them. No, you liked being in charge, controlling the room. Heels clicking against the marble floor, you blatantly checked out the tall blonde in the middle. He was pretty handsome. Cropped hair, a muscular frame, and electric blue eyes that kind of reminded you of Carter.

Stop thinking about him, go get laid.

You stopped in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy. Can I get your name?”

He wasn’t even fazed by your flagrant introduction. You were absolutely shameless, and though you received glares from the other women in the room, you couldn’t have cared less. “I’m Steve. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to speak and Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the figure that shouted out your name, abruptly stopping you. “Y/N?”

Freezing, you prayed that it wasn’t him. His voice that haunted you daily, and made guilt and sadness pool in your gut. It had to have been your imagination. You started again. “Sorry, but I’m-”

“Y/N.” Turning around, you came face to face, well, face to chest with Carter Baizen. He had grown taller since you had last seen him. Even with the noticeably darker bags under his eyes and growing hair, he was still as gorgeous as ever.

“Hey, Carter.” Steve had walked away by then, not wanting to intrude, but at that moment, he was the only person you needed. Heart beating in your chest, you finally met Carter’s eyes. “How are you?”

His mouth was gaping a little, taking in your form, seeing that it was so much different than it used to be. “I’m good.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “You look great.”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you managed to mumble out, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk?”

That’s how you ended up outside on an empty balcony overlooking Manhattan. Taxis and honking were heard, but it was fainter due to blood rushing in your ears.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Carter, before you say anything, I want to let you know that I’m sorry. I really am. Last time we saw each other, I knew what I did was wrong, and though I was in love with you, I had no right to be upset.” Sighing, you placed your hand in his. “Can we be good again? I really hate how we left things off.”

Silently, he nodded his head, eyes wide and subtly taking you in again. The last two years hadn’t been kind to him, after Serena dumped his sorry ass, and he ended up with no money and nowhere to run to. His mom had allowed him to stay in the family house for a while, and his father was even giving him a second chance at running the company, but it wasn’t easy for him. He was slowly spiraling down, and only when he saw you did he wake up and take a look at himself properly. He looked like a piece of garbage next to you. He hadn’t even gone to school, and here you were, even more beautiful, which he never thought was possible, and a successful law student at Harvard.

“We’re good, Y/N. I brought you out here for another reason though.” He paused and looked at you as you nodded for him to continue. “It’s been a few years, I know, and I shouldn’t be saying this now, but I miss you so much. These past few years have made me realize how much of a fool I am for you, but God, I’m in love with you, Y/N, I always have been.”

You stood up, anger coursing through your veins. Now? When it’s most convenient for him? No. You needed to get drunk. “I’m sorry Carter, but I fell out of love with you one hell of a long time ago.” Swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you continued your lie. “You made your decision, I made mine. I wanted to be friends, Carter, but I can’t have that laying around us.”

Stomping away, you heard the crestfallen voice of Carter. “Y/N, wait, please.” He stumbled his way over to you, and caught your hand again before you ripped it away. “Please, Y/N, please, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I was such an ass, I was so stupid, please.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head. “I need a drink.”

He numbly nodded as you made your way back inside, asking one of the servers for a gin. You needed to get drunk. It was a necessity at this point, and as you got more and more tipsy through the night, you found your way back with Steve. By now the party had started to get crazier, people making out in corners and drunkenly stumbling everywhere. Steve held you up as you grinded against him, but stopped when you felt his hand go up your dress.

“No, no thank you,” you slurred.

He smirked, giving you a steely glare. “You’re asking for it with this slutty little dress and winding me up.” He forcibly grabbed your wrists and started to drag you to a bedroom. “I own you tonight, baby.”

Before you could scream, someone came over and punched Steve in the jaw. You were speechless, staring at his already bruising face. Once again, you were being pulled away, only this time, out of the party. The person dragged you back to your place, and your drunken mind asked, “You wanna come in?”

Without another word, the two of you were attached by the mouth, clothes being thrown haphazardly around your room. Earlier events from the evening wiped from your memories, and you could have only hoped that your parents weren’t home. Falling into your bed, you and your unknown lover tore up the bedsheets for several hours until you both drunkenly passed out.

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up. You silently thanked yourself for closing your windows before you had left the other night, and only then realized you were cold, naked, and in your own room.

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself. Throwing on a robe from your closet, you looked around seeing the scattered clothes from you and whoever you had spent your night with. They were still here.

You flew down the stairs at a record-breaking speed, and slid into the kitchen, risky business style, and saw a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. “What the fuck, Baizen?”

Carter calmly turned around, smiling as he blew into his coffee. “Damn, Y/N, good morning to you too.”

Scoffing, you grabbed the newspaper he held in his hands and started to whack him with it. “Ow, what the hell?” He grabbed your wrists to calm you, then pulled out a chair next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly, you sat and frowned at him, raising an eyebrow to ask what happened. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

“Did we…” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence.

“Sleep together piss-drunk after you told me you didn’t love me back after two years? Yes, we most certainly did, beautiful.” Though your face burned red at the old pet name, you asked for what had happened. “Well, the asshole you were dancing with tried to get you in bed, but I came over and punched him, while we were both still drunk, and I got you back here, and you offered me to come inside and we fucked.”

Your eyes were comically wide, and he would have found the situation really funny if his heart weren’t beating erratically inside his chest as he awaited your full reaction. “So,” you started, “you're still in love with me.”

He tried not to let his embarrassment show, but his cheeks flamed anyway. You smiled genuinely, but you were terrified of whether he meant it or not. “Do you mean it, Carter?”

You stared into the depths of his eyes and he answered, “Yes. I’m so sorry that I was a horrible, horrible friend to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. And I know you already expressed how you felt about me, and let me say, I understand completely. If you want me to, I’ll walk out of that door right now, and you won’t have to see me again. But if you let me stay , I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure you feel happy and loved, and making it up to you.”

He stared at you with pleading eyes, and held your hands gently. Suddenly, stinging tears obstructed your vision, and you whimpered. “I love you, Car,” you gave him a watery smile, “never stopped.”

His eyes started to tear up as well, and smiling you finally pressed your lips to his, taking in the moment. The past few years had been torturous for you both, dealing with the loneliness and pain from your broken friendship, but slowly and surely you two built trust. It took a long time, and you took the relationship slowly, but patience was key, and it was all worth it in the end.

PRESENT

“And now we’re here?” You asked. Carter combed his hand through your hair, the soothing action making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“And now we’re here.” He glanced down at you, smiling and pecking your lips.

“Damn, we had one dramatic-ass story.” He chuckled at that and sighed.

“We sure did, baby. But hey, look at us. We’re on top of the world right now. We have a wedding in a few months, you don’t have any cases, and I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms right now.”

You smiled against his neck. “Hey, Car?” He hummed against your hair, looking out the window. The sun had fully risen, making the room glow. “I know we haven’t had this discussion in a while, but are we ready to have kids?” His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. “Car?”

“I mean, sure, we’re both doing so well right now, and we could raise a kid here, right? We’ve got an empty bedroom right across from ours, and we’ve got plenty of space here. I think with the combination of me and you, we’d have a pretty great kid. They’d definitely have my eyes though.”

“They better have your eyes.” You looked up at him. “So pretty.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “The wedding’s coming up pretty soon though, so we can start trying after that.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Before we get too old.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “We’re thirty-three, Carter, we aren’t that old.”

He laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.” Heart beating in your chest, you sighed loudly. “What brought this on?”

You cupped his cheek and took a deep breath. When you had taken the test a week before you had been elated, only to freak out after realizing Carter might not feel the same. But you had been okay for ten years, right? When the two of you had finally gotten together, it did take a lot to find that balance in your relationship, but hell, you were getting married in a few months. Carter was your best friend, number one supporter, and fiance, so you prayed that he would be just as excited.

“Carter, I’m pregnant.” Looking at him dead in the eye, you hoped that he would be happy. You awaited his reaction for a few seconds, and you wanted to scream in anticipation.

And then you saw it.

His eyes started to water, and his hands moved to your stomach. ”Really?” He asked, voice wavering. You nodded, eyes beginning to tear up as well.

“We’re having a baby, Mr. Baizen.” You laughed joyfully, as he picked you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. Hands found their way around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Tears poured from his eyes, as he laughed. “I love you so, so, much, baby.” Hiding your face in his neck, you giggled some more. “God, we’re having a kid. I swear on my life, I’ll do everything to make sure you and this baby are happy for the rest of our lives.”

And he did. Not such a bad hookup after all, now was it?

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jean----ralphio · 3 years

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IT’S BoB LIVEBLOG TIME

Episode 1 is under the cut!

Warning, I swear a lot... and am very in love with RSJ so a lot of this was just me pointing at the screen and screaming RICH and then remembering you can’t see me so writing it down...

Episode 1: Curahee! Curaahhee? Curraahhee? I can’t spell so I’m renaming it Ross is a punk bitch

Buckle up my babies, this will be a carcrash!

00:01 Here we fucking go aw yis

00:11 Aw who’s this? I wish they named the gentlemen at the start of the episodes, I wanna know who is who :s

00:25 Shifty, is that you my angel son?

00:41 OMG you guys… these men are breaking my heart </3

01:06 Lord, men were committing suicide because they couldn’t go to fight? That mentality… man. Oh my God, you angels. Babies.

01:36 No jokes allowed, every man is <3

01:40 Now that I’m humbled and we’re all well and truly miserable…the credits, ugh, my heart. The score is amaziiiing. Some of the footage is actual war-time footage, I read, which is a brilliant touch.

02:01 DICK <3

02:13 DICK’S HUSBAND <3

02:18 RSJ’S NAAAAAME

02:27 JFC this music makes me so emotional. Look there’s Matthew Settle’s face. That makes me emotional too

02:48 Ah it’s Roe <3

03:48 I’m trying to pick them all out in the line-up but I can’t tell who is who. Are we supposed to be able to? There’s a short one in the middle, is that Harry?

03:49 I’m not drunk enough to handle this

04:10 Upottery? Ah it’s so English I love it. That’s not a name! Wtf is up with English place-names, you guys have the weirdest names. Upottery? Seriously? Is it only potters that live there? I’m so confused

04:22 Close up of Roe! Perfect. I approve.

04:32 Is that the guy from Line of Duty? I think it is

04:39 Lip <3

04:44 Ew. GTFO Cobb. He doesn’t even go here

04:47 IS THAT RICH? RICH. ILY. ILY RICH. Please note that 94% of this will be a Rich-watch

04:53 Lieb stop. I am sure you are not a certified hairdresser

04:56 RICH. SMOKING. SMOKING RICH. More like smoking hot do you see what I did there?

05:20 I can categorically say that I love Joe Toye. I do. I love him. But every time I see Kirk Acevedo, all I think of is Charlie my baby from Fringe (awesome show, please watch it). And I just. Charlieee <3

05:39 Aw. They’re so sad

05:55 They’re so despondent. Guys. It’s fine

06:05 Fassy?? FASSY!!

06:18 God Damien is pretty

06:25 Nix that’s not how you flirt

06:57 Lol at Dick noting its happy hour. Thinking about taking Nix on a date, are we? I bet you are. Now THAT is how you flirt!

07:24 OMG the fucking flirting! GUYS. “And give up all this?” NIX SAYS AS HE CHECKS HIM OUT

07:37 Yeah, Nix, you’ll take him ‘to Chicago’ huh? Is that what they call it nowadays.

07:44 Do you want to be that cigarette? ‘Cos there is nothing heterosexual about that lingering look, Dick

08:18 ‘Murica time

08:25 Ross, fuck off. Nice jacket though. “You PEOPLE are at the position of attention” ugh GTFO. Dick’s sideye tho lol

08:52 NGL Ross does a great job at being super unlikeable

09:05 Noooo you don’t want it with Johnny Martin. You wont win. Yeah, walk away Ross

09:15 Careful around Lip too, or Speirs will materialize out of thin air and snap your neck

09:33 RICH. Don’t be scared of that douchebag, baby

09:43 What kind of question is that, there is nothing Lieb wants more!

09:50 It’s weird hearing Ross swear tho

10:26 Don’t argue with Johnny, baby. Also Roe OMG <3 Shane is freaking fit

10:43 Wow Lip is ripped

10:48 Oh no, poor baby. Lip leave him be ☹ </3

11:10 LOL I just noticed the drum by the door. It says ‘butts’ and it took me a seconds to realise it was for cigarettes. I am an adult (31-year-old married woman). I’ll laugh at the word butts if I want.

11:11 RICH

11:18 Lieb omg lol

11:39 RICH BABY NO! FUCK OFF ROSS! LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I WILL HAVE SPEIRS CUT YOU

11:52 I can’t take Ross seriously in those shorts. Hi-ho GTFO

12:07 Ew fuck off running up that, I’d just nope out like nah babe imma go chill with that sweet baby back in the butts cabin

12:18 Aw Dick <3 The juxtaposition of Dick as a leader compared to Sobel who sure he might be honing them into something formidable and skilled but he’s an asshole. He’s not a leader. He’s a bullying, abusive scumbag. Dick is an actual leader who protects them and supports them and encourages them and IHAVEALOTOFFEELINGSOK

12:43 You don’t deserve that sick jacket, Ross. Seriously. That is a boss jacket, I want it

13:04 Have they not stopped fucking working out all this time? Ugh

13:23 Oh good, Dick gets a boss jacket too. He deserves it.

13:30 I wish people had to ask me for permission to speak.

13:53 I just. He. I can’t with Dick Winters, you guys. I cannot. I have lost the ability to can. Like they’re so upset and tired and low and just with that little joke he boosts their morale back up from where Sobel fucking beat it down into the mud and makes everything lighter and they laugh and are less tense and I just. Fucking love you, Dick.

14:00 Is that my angel son? I see you Shifty, love you baby

14:03 RICH. DON’T TOUCH MY RICH.

14:07 Oh my God, address them yourself you weirdo, Ross. They’re right there, you’re right there! I had a colleague that used to do the same, would get me to speak to my employees for her when they were right there in front of her like… ‘can you tell x to do y for me pls…’ … I was like wtf you know you CAN talk to them… you won’t catch poor just by speaking to people lower down the pecking order

14:22 Fassy! Wtf they’re not supposed to drink? Dehydration is legit one of the most dangerous things, how tf can you turn them into high-key supersoldiers if they’re dehydrated? How is this man so dumb? The guy in front of Fassy tho omg. I bet Fassy’s boss wife Alicia Vikander won’t like her husband being treated that way… she’s so badass tho right?

14:26 He’s so dramatic! Ugh

15:11 Piss off omg

15:24 oh my DVD flipped its shit here, only picked back up at 16:30 don’t @ me

16:52 RICH WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO YOU RICH

17:21 Shifty my angel son

17:46 so sweet

18:04 Sink, babe, no he is the worst, stop

18:20 LOL no, he’s jel as fuck babe

18:32 NO FUN ALLOWED. Im sorry, that tie is so ugly

18:44 Simon Pegg??!!

18:51 Ross is so dramatic God shut up. it’s not a conspiracy, weirdo

19:10 “It’s a can of peaces, sir.” Iconic.

19:11 Dick’s tiny smile is equally iconic.

19:17 SHUT UP ROSS

19:44 He wants to be punched, I think, like he’s goading them. The sick fuck.

20:47 DON’T TRUST HIM, DICK!

21:02 ROE <3

21:31 Hoobler, aw <3

21:37 I warned you not to trust him, boys

21:54 Ah boys, oh no

22:04 RICH. Kick him, baby

22:17 Bull, punch him, seriously

22:24 Oh Luz <3

22:26 Yeah GTFO, suck it, bitch

23:06 Who is this? Fella’s hot

23:40 RICH. FASSY. WEB. TAB.

24:19 Suck it, Ross

24:30 Real footage?

24:41 Lol you suck Ross

25:23 RICH. SMOKING RICH.

25:26 Bill omg

25:45 Perco, baby, no. don’t talk to Johnny Martin. Don’t look at Johnny Martin. Don’t so much as think about Johnny Martin. He will fuck you up with his gaze alone, baby

25:56 Ah Luz

26:06 OK. That’s hot. Joe/Charlie don’t be hot. It confuses me

26:42 Winnix being husbands in the corner

27:42 YOU’RE in the wrong position, dumbass, it’s no one else’s fault

27:46 Dick’s come to save the day

27:56 Ross knows nothing omg

28:05 RICH. Even my Rich is confused, Ross, you dweeb

28:20 Lol at Dick dropping down ready for a fight

28:36 Fassy isn’t happy. That means Alicia Vikander is coming for you. Joe/Charlie is definitely not happy. Lip is upset. Think about your life, Ross, think about your choices. You know you’ve failed when Roe is judging you

28:57 Nix is like lol where tf is the alcohol tho

28:59 Harry! Harry is here! But yes, baby, you’re interrupting the husband’s foreplay, leave immediately

30:00 Lol at the Nix vs Ross staredown. Nix won

30:17 RICH. GUYS IT’S RICH

30:33 Do it, Lieb. Drop the grenade. Just don’t upset my angel son Shifty

30:40 He is a literal angel. Don’t corrupt him Lieb

30:59 Nix is having another crack at flirting. “Going my way” so suave omg. Omg stop. No wait don’t

31:09 “I’m not the intelligence officer.” Neither is Nix half the time babe let’s be fair

31:14 “If I told you I’d have to kill you.” Nix is getting better at flirting! He’s been attending flirting 101 classes it seems

31:40 They’re legit such husbands prove me wrong

32:00 He’s not joking, Dick

32:06 Harry’s like oh yay yes please

32:11 Lol Nix

33:03 Ugh. Men. I feel like that hold smells so bad.

33:09 RICH. Naw, Rich is sad he’s missing out on the flamingos.

33:32 Joe/Charlie you deserve a day to commemorate you tbh. I love you.

33:46 “My brother’s in North Africa, he says it’s hot.” Bill is iconic.

34:34 Lieb, honey, don’t, please

34:49 I feel you, random hot guy. Tipper?

35:05 Eyyy this place is nice, let’s all move there.

35:17 Shifty, my angel son, my baby <3

35:26 Yay, Harry gets a boss jacket too!

36:22 Mum and Dad of Easy. I’m low-key living for Lip’s little worried faces.

36:33 THAT JACKET IS SICK AS FUCK I WANT 20

36:38 The fence is there, Ross, because you’re so fucking dumb

36:51 Guys, look, cows

37:06 He’s fucking useless. Hi Simon Pegg.

37:22 RICH

37:25 This whole scene gives me life and waters my crop

37:31 RICH <3. YOU GUYS. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH. RICH RICH RICCCCHHHH

37:42 Poor Tip is so done

37:58 Simon Pegg is so confused

38:04 Good job, Tipper, I’m proud of you and your pretty face

38:10 Iconic

38:15 Keep it together Tip

38:54 The hand signals, no, I’d be like BABY. WHAT. I CAN’T UNDERSTAND YOU WTF. I’d last like a millisecond in the military lmao. Does my country even have one? Tbh probably not. Us Kiwis are too chill, cbf’ed with anything. Too busy watching rugby, drinking, and sulking that we can’t afford houses cos our housing market is fucked. But at least we beat Covid *shrugs*

39:06 ILY, old guy. You are the best thing in this episode, aside from Rich

39:22 But wait, there’s more weird Americans hopping out yo’ bushes

39:26 “Bloody hell!” Mood

39:47 “You’ve done it now, yanks, you’ve captured me!” He is such a mood. I love him.

39:54 FUCK OFF ROSS. “Would that be the enemy?” “As a matter of fact, yes.” DICK IS SO VALID I LOVE HIM THIS IS ICONIC.

40:25 Be free, moo-cows

40:40 LAMO GET WRECKED

41:00 Guys imma be straight with you. I’m on my third whiskey lmao.

41:10 Simon Pegg, please refrain from being a douchebag. Leave Dick and his husband to flirt in peace.

41:23 I love how Nix is like instantly suspicious. He knows.

41:39 Worried husband

41:45 “Misspelled court-marital.” Iconic

42:14 Ross, why you lying? So threatened and jel that you gotta lie omg.

42:50 God Damien is freaking hot. Guys.

42:57 Punk bitch Ross.

43:22 Dick is so BDE. It’s fucking hot.

43:30 Ross is shooketh tbh. Punk bitch.

43:36 AH! IT IS HIM! THE GUY FROM LINE OF DUTY S5!

43:50 That underbite must have hurt FJH a lot omg so committed.

44:02 Hey Lip <3

44:09 Johnny Martin has absolute BDE

44:22 God they’re willing to be killed just to not follow Ross. Same tbh.

44:57 This whole scene is BDE.

46:00 But Sink has the most BDE let’s be honest

46:44 The respect for Dick. Even after what they just went through. I AM EMOTIONAL.

46:58 He’s so worried like omg what have my troublesome sons done now

47:09 ROSS WHY YOU ALWAYS LYING??

48:09 Weak

48:24 Yeah, fuck off back to ‘Murica

48:34 Legit, can we acknowledge Ross did a great job (the actor). Really really well done, one of the best performances on the series tbh.

49:48 LMAO GET WRECKED PUNK BITCH

50:06 Dick just wanders about a lot on his own, huh?

50:50 What? What? I understand nothing of what the cockney guy is saying.

50:55 Me too, Hoob, the fuck.

51:00 RICH I SAW YOU

52:19 “Never put yourself in a position where you can take from these men.” Don’t omg I can’t, Dick, I’m weak, I can’t deal with these fucking feelings.

52:36 DAFUQ

52:40 OHHHH I get it. Right. Dick, you’re so smart. It’s a little sad they have to do all that just to get some answers and guidance but tbh it’s probably fair? Gotta be top secret so punk bitches like Ross can’t screw things up.

53:30 Hey Nix. Speak French to me any day.

53:48 Unf.

54:08 LMAO Lieb, how many cigarettes do you need!

54:10 NGL I paused here for a little while.

55:05 We could ALL use some brass knuckles, Joe/Charlie. Mood.

55:25 LOL Lieb is so nosy.

56:15 Oh no

57:00 Luz LMAO

57:10 Oh babies

57:13 Bill LMAO that’s not ice cream, yuck it looks like soup

57:28 God. All that effort. Not just logistically but emotionally, mentally, psychologically, to prepare, just to have it put off. Fuck.

57:38 That movie again. Poor boys.

57:47 That’s actually a really smart move, Johnny.

58:41 Oh no. I would lose it completely. Oh Bill </3

59:11 Naw, Dick dawdling around again

59:49 RICH I SEE YOU

1:00:08 AAAHHHH IT’S TOO CONFRONTING DON’T

1:00:48 NOOO I CAN’T aw Bill

1:01:09 Naww

1:01:16 RIIIIICH

1:01:20 It’s like they’re kiddies on a field trip and Dick is the teacher wrangling them lol

1:01:47 Lol their crap is so heavy Dick has to help pull them up. That’s actually really sweet.

1:01:51 I wish I could hold Rich’s hand

1:02:08 Oh God. I can’t. Like he’s helping them up BUT IT’S ALSO HIS WAY OF SAYING GOOD LUCK AND GOODBYE AND HAVING LIKE A MOMENT TO CONNECT WITH EACH OF THEM I CAN’T LIKE THE EYE CONTACT NO DICK STOP

1:02:19 LMAO at them having to shove each other into the plane

1:02:23 That look between him and Roe. Ugh. Like. You two gotta take care of your boys together. Brotp

1:03:22 Can someone explain the block on that guy’s helmet to me?

1:03:55 I’m sad. And scared. This series is so confronting. I’ve watched in annually since I was like 16 and I’m still so nervous for them.

1:05:37 Rich, I see you! I recognized his chin lmao

1:06:16 God, Dick be careful

1:10:00 This show. The feels. Every time.

#band of brothers #liveblog #episode 1 #Currahee #sp?#rsj #richard speight jr

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celestenicolegarcia · 3 years

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Valentines Day

Valentines Day. A day where people celebrate being in love or having someone to love on. Usually when we think of Valentines Day, we think of spending time with our significant other and having sweet treats and great food. People that are alone however, tend to either be on the spectrum of hating Valentines Day or not even caring about it because it's a government holiday. The annoyed single people hate it because of the sappy couple postings, cheesy romantic comedies, stalking their ex’s profiles to see what they're doing, and themselves spending it alone.

As a single person myself I can honestly say that I am not upset that I am single this Valentines Day. Maybe its just me getting older and not caring about having someone or maybe I’ve just been tired of the men I have been dating that I don’t feel the need to date anymore. Most of my life I have been in relationships that have the length of 6 months to 3 years being the longest. As far as being in love, I can recall myself truly being in love with a man twice in my lifetime. One was my high school sweetheart and the other was a guy I dated a few years ago, neither shall I say were something I want today, A Godly man.

I don’t know about you but I have had my fair share of men throughout my life. Before I came to know Christ, I was in and out of relationships faster than you could imagine. Some weren’t even real relationships and they were mostly hookups. I did sleep around for money, food, drugs, or just simply wanted the affection. Don’t get it twisted though, even when I found Christ when I was 24 years old I did have a few slip-ups. I still had sex but this time it was within a relationship so I thought it was “okay” since we were together. I just look back at that girl and think man... why didn’t you just run to Jesus when you were lonely? why a warm body? what was going on at home that you had to run off? why did you disobey your parents and screw up your friendships?

A lot of these questions were hard to think of at the time but I simply didn’t care. I just thought since I believed and gave my life to Jesus I was okay and going to heaven. But I was wrong now looking back. Talk about someone who was lost and just wanting a quick fix of affection but not wanting to go to the source. I would always tell myself that I was perfect and that it was the men always screwing up, now I look back at that girl and say get off your high horse and look in the mirror because you are no saint. You are a lukewarm christian trying to make it in the world and not even looking up at the father, only looking at yourself. And that was the breaking point for me to start turning my life around and taking my life more seriously as well as my relationship with God. Attending bible study, going to church, having accountability partners, and managing my own mental health with therapy. Believe me, when I started looking at Jesus and not of the worldly standards my life got clearer but harder at the same time. When you give your life up for Jesus its not always going to be easy, the more you reach up to Him the more the devil is going to wanna block you from your blessings.

Would you believe me if I told you that I said I’ve never been proposed to? I’m 28 now about to be 29 and I just think to myself sometimes ...why? I’m a good looking woman, attending school online to get my masters degree for psychology, attending church and bible studies, working a part time job doing my hair business since I have my cosmetology license, and I am pretty nice and shall I say funny. Let me tell you, the thoughts of feeling not good enough have come into my mind but I know those are not pure or the right thoughts that Jesus wants me to be thinking. Don’t even get me started on my family members asking me when I’m going to have a baby or pressuring me to adopt. Before you start thinking let me stop you right there and say I love children. I think they are the cutest little people in the world but right now kids are the very last thing on my mind!

I want to encourage you and encourage myself as I feel the Holy Spirit is within me typing up this blog to let you know that you don’t need to be swooped up like in those Disney movies to be truly happy. Let me also say that if you are married or in a relationship am I by no means trying to knock down your union with your spouse or boyfriend/girlfriend. the Bible says in Ecclesiastes 4:9 “Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up. Also, if two lie down together, they will keep war,. But how can one keep warm alone?” Marriage is a union and should be sacred. Honor your husband and honor your wife, you both are a team made in the image of our Holy Father.

God created us to love one another no matter what. Even if someone else is having what you wish you had, let them be happy in their life. Love them and support them. Be a good friend and helping hand. Whenever you get angry or jealous of someone else's success remember that God isn't finished with you yet! He has more blessings coming your way and just because you aren’t happy yourself does not mean you take out your personal feelings on others. If someone is mean to you or belittling you because you express how you don’t wanna be alone or hurt because you and your boyfriend/girlfriend broke up, take the high road. Don’t let anyone steal your joy because joy can only come from the Lord and no one else. He is after all the one who created happiness!

I remember when I would take things so personally and I would want to hurt the people who have hurt me. Even if they did deserve to be punished, I know the one who has that power to give me justice. I have yet to type down my testimony on here but I will when I have the time because its pretty lengthy but you will see why I think the way that I do now. Before I used to hold grudges really badly towards the people who have hurt me. When I tell you I have been through the wringer, I mean it. I have been sexually abused by people who I thought would never hurt me, I have been verbally abused by people who I thought would never hurt me and last by not least I have both been verbally and sexually abused from people I hardly even knew. I have been told I am scum of the earth and no one will want me and I have also been told that no one is going to want leftover goods. I have been sexually assaulted in a place of work. I have been raped by a few men in my past. Some I knew and some I didn’t. All those things have stuck with me but they do not define me. The only one who defines me is Jesus Christ and thank God I have a savior because I can’t live this life all by myself, If I try I would probably would have died by now. I have in the past held these situations in my heart and it has caused me so much pain. Trust me, I wanted revenge but I never got it. Then God really brought me down to a place where I forgave them and myself. My anger cannot bring justice for what they have done, only God can. One movie that really sticks out to me is The Shack, now that is a good movie to watch about forgiveness. If you have time, check it out because you won't regret it.

Another verse comes to mind for me is Luke 6 27-33 “But to you who are willing to listen I say, love your enemies! Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who hurt you. If someone slaps you on one cheek, offer the other cheek also. If someone demands your coat, offer your shirt also.Give to anyone who asks; and when things are taken away from. you, don’t try to get them back. Do to others as you would like them to do to you. If you only love only those who love you, why should you get credit for that? Even sinners love those who love them! And if you do good only to those who do good to you, why should you get credit? Even sinners do that much!”

Jesus said that when we love people even when they have hurt us. We have to be the ones that rise up from the earthy things going on in the world. I know I tended to go a little off topic but days like this remind me of my past and it brings me to the present. I want to let you know that you aren't alone today. You do have a valentine and his name is Jesus Christ. He will always be perfect. He will never leave you. He will always be there for you no matter what time of the day or night it is. He will never call you names or do things to hurt you, only help you become the best version of yourself. Valentines Day is a fun holiday but it does not define who love truly is. Love is a person and His name is Jesus. I encourage you to reach out to someone today, even if you aren’t feeling like it. Tell someone you love them today and you are there for them. Tell them that you are thinking of them. Jesus loves you and He will never let you go. I remember when my pastor said this line and ill never forget it. “Once you let Him in, He won't move out!” and I firmly believe that til the day I die.

If you haven’t already and you would like to give your life to Jesus today repeat after me. Jesus, I need you. I’m not perfect and I don’t claim to be. But I need a savior and I’m ready for my life to change for the better. Take me out of myself and let me live the life you promised for me. I love you. I accept you into my life. I welcome you. Amen.

Thank you for taking the time to read my second blog post! I really enjoy doing these posts. They help me vent what I feel and I want to let someone know that they are loved today!

Much love,

Celeste

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