#that last page is making me lose it. WATCH OUT GUYS THERE'S A GIRL IN THERE!!!

[adamwarlock]

AWWOOOOOOHHH AAAHHHHHGHHH

#ohmy god look at them. im going to explode #that last page is making me lose it. WATCH OUT GUYS THERE'S A GIRL IN THERE!!! #adam what did you do.......... #SCREAMMMM #absolutely obsessed with Gamora's buff arms thank you so much Ron Lim #I've missed Adam/Gamora/Pip sooooo much I need it to be wednesday already #idk why these pics are so crunchy but blame cbr.com #adam warlock #gamora #pip the troll #genis-vell #wednesday spoilers #if u care #space jesus #cosmic marvel

[hayakawalove]

Wanna Make a Bet?

A/N: N/A

Summary: With your two boyfriends, life was never boring. A bet is made to see who can last the longest without sex.

TW: Teasing, spit play, polyamory, spit play, gojos a shit, cunnilingus, anal sex, fem reader, AFAB reader W/C: 4,170

It was hazy how all of this started, really. You were sure Satoru was the one who came up with the idea. It certainly wasn’t you, and it wouldn’t have been Suguru. 

The three of you sat in the bedroom, mindlessly doing your own things. You lay in between Suguru’s legs, head resting on his lower stomach. Your knees were propped up, giving Satoru a nice plush pillow to rest against. Suguru was reading while you played on your phone. You weren’t sure what Satoru was doing, but then again you never knew what he was up to. 

A video played on your phone and you were half paying attention. All of a sudden you felt a soft bite against your thigh. You peered around your phone to look at Satoru. His face was turned over as he bit into your skin, a low groan leaving his lips. 

“Satoru, really? We were having a nice moment.” You murmured. 

“This is a nice moment too, isn’t it?” He responded cooly, inching closer to the area between your legs with his mouth. 

You dropped your phone against your stomach and ran your fingers through his fluffy hair. It was nice laying down with both of them. It was often hard to get all of you alone at the same time. 

“You’re just always horny.” Suguru mused, turning the page. 

“Am not!” Satoru quickly retaliated, his words being muffled by your skin. 

“Are too. Probably couldn’t last a week without sex.” You said. 

“Okay, that’s dramatic. I could last a week.” He exclaimed.

You tilted your head back to look at Suguru. He met your eyes with a soft grin. Neither of you believed the blue eyed menace. 

“Don’t do that! Come on guys, believe me!”

You hummed at Satoru, plucking Suguru’s book from his hands, sliding his bookmark in it. 

“Fine. Wanna play a game? Let’s see who can last a week without sex, and the winner gets whatever they want from the losers. If two people give in and initiate it then they both lose, but if one person gives in to initiate it then they lose.” Satoru announced. 

You and Suguru agreed half heartedly, knowing Gojo wasn’t gonna last. 

And that’s how you ended up starting the bet. It had been several days, and honestly it was torture. You knew Satoru was gonna tease you, he’s always been that way. 

It seemed his favorite tactic was to walk around the house without a shirt on just to tease you. It honestly didn’t get to you too much, not at first at least. But one night in particular made you almost give in. Satoru had come home after working out and pulled his shirt off in the living room. His skin was flushed pink from exertion and you could hear him softly pant. He had to grab your chin in order to get your attention back to what he was saying. 

“Gonna give in bunny?” He taunted. 

You smacked his hand away and sighed. That was that. You weren’t going to give in so easy. You could almost taste victory. 

You expected Satoru to tease you, you really did. What you didn’t expect was for Suguru to tease you too. You thought the both of you were going to gang up on Satoru and make him give in first, but it seemed Suguru had other plans. 

It wasn’t like anything he did was intense. It was just lingering touches, stolen glances. But somehow each moment made your heart race, images of the last time you had sex flashing in your brain. 

You weren’t without your tricks either though. Shoko and Utahime offered to take you out on Saturday night, a girls night they said. You knew they were gonna go off as soon as you got to the club anyway, preferring to make out with each other instead but you didn’t mind. It was still fun to go dancing. 

Donning your tightest dress and a face of makeup, you strutted out of the bathroom. The two men were sitting on the couch watching an indiscrimate show. 

“Alright guys, I’ll see you later tonight. I’ll make sure to call if I need anything.” You tossed over your shoulder, sliding your heels on. 

Satoru stops mid sentence talking to Suguru and peered over at you, eyes widening at your get up. 

The dress covered all the necessary bits, but if you leaned over anyone would get a free show. And the heels, fuck, the heels made your legs go on for days. 

Neither of them cared how you dressed. In fact, sometimes they liked when you wore things like this. They liked the idea of you turning someone down, just so the sorry loser could feel jealous for what’s not theirs. 

“Damn bunny.” Satoru leaned back against the couch, drinking you in. 

Suguru was more subtle in the way he looked at you. He noticed the way you did your hair. It was his favorite style, and you knew it. 

“Looks good right?” You said, giving them a twirl. 

Satoru’s eyes dropped to your ass and Suguru watched the way your chest juts out. 

“You look perfect baby.” Suguru looked up at your face. 

You leaned down, placing a kiss on each of the boys cheek. They try to avoid looking down your dress but failed miserably. Satoru almost snapped when he saw your lack of bra, your nipples pressing against the thin fabric. Suguru knocked his knee against Satoru’s, bringing Satoru back to reality. 

He would’ve jumped your bones then and there if not for his much calmer counter part. 

You bid them farewell and depart on your night out. You were almost sad that neither of them gave in, but you thought there might be other ways to get them to give in. Like you predicted, Shoko and Utahime disappeared after the first hour but you still had fun dancing alone. 

Four days had passed since that dreadful conversation. You were beginning to curse your past self for making the dumb decision to agree to the stupid bet. Everytime you tried to remind yourself that there was only a couple days left, one of the boys would do something that got you worked up. 

Satoru was out of the house, likely trying to finish up work. You and Suguru were home alone, standing in the kitchen making chatter. There was a lull in the conversation where you both just rested against the counter. Suguru wore one of his tight white button ups, accentuating his muscles. You couldn’t even blame him for wearing it. It was his usual work attire, but it was making you go crazy. 

“This whole bet is stupid, don’t you think?” You say in passing, looking at his arms. 

“Yeah, didn’t think it was gonna be this hard.” He comments. 

Your eyes flick up to search his face. Your feet move instantly, bringing you over to him. Your lips are the first to touch before you feel his heavy hands press against your body. Suguru pushes you against the wall, pressing his lips against yours. You felt like he was simultaneously breathing life into you, while also stealing your oxygen. Suguru’s tongue intertwined with yours, spit swapping between you two. 

Your fingers grip into his shirt, pulling him down closer into you. He pushes you against the wall so hard it almost feels like you’re going to fuse with it. One of his hands wraps against your lower waist while the other sneaks up your back. 

You feel his boner in his pants brushing against your leg and you can’t deny the way your underwear seeps with need. Why did you have to make this stupid bet? You thought you could do it, but your restraint was slowly slipping. 

“Suguru” you moan breathily. 

You feel him take a deep breath, your lip caught between his teeth. 

“I know baby.” He sighs. 

Suguru pulls away and looks down at you. You had never seen his eyes so lust filled before. His hands grip against you tighter. 

“Come to the bedroom with me.”

“But what about-“

Suguru cuts you off with a kiss. You heart flutters in response and you can feel heat spread over your cheeks. 

“We don’t have to have sex. Wanna watch you make yourself cum.” The brashness of his words catch you off guard. 

Suguru grabs your hand and pulls you along to your bedroom. Your fingers itched to roam over his body, but you really wanted Satoru to lose the bet. 

He gently sits you on the bed before pulling a chair up close to you. Your heart pounds in your ears while you rip the clothes off your body at speeds unseen before. Suguru’s eyes analyze each of your movements, wanting to savor each inch of skin you reveal. His hands fumble with his pants before pulling his cock out. It was so hard it was bordering on painful. He couldn’t remember the last time he went this long without sex. He never needed to, not when he had two sexy partners waiting for him at home. 

You slide your underwear down your thighs, spreading your legs. A rush of cold air brushes against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. 

“Go on baby.” Suguru’s voice edges on obscene, desire clearly dripping from every syllable. 

You press you finger pad against your clit, a sharp intake of air gracing the room. Suguru takes hold of his cock, smearing his precum down his shaft, making it easier to glide his palm against the sensitive skin. 

You watch through hooded eyes at the way Suguru strokes his cock for you. It was almost unfair how beautiful he was, in everything he did. Your finger speeds up, your thighs shaking on either side of you. 

The noises of your slick pussy fill the room. You craved Suguru’s skin on yours, along with Satoru’s. Your boys made you feel so good each time they touched you, and your body was addicted. 

Suguru’s thumb swirls around his tip, his brows furrowing in response as he watches your hand. He never considered himself an impatient man, not nearly as much as Satoru. But the more he thought about it the more he thought that he must be. 

Your mouth drops open as soft moans escape you. You could feel Suguru’s eyes sear into you, making your hole clench around nothing. 

You don’t even notice your front door swing open. The noise reverberates through the house, but you and Suguru are too focused on each other to pay it any mind. 

“I’m home!” Satoru’s voice fills the hall. 

He notices your absence in the living room so he makes his way to your bedroom. The schlick schlick schlick noises were ones he was well acquainted with. A devilish grin spreads across his lips as he grabs the door frame, swinging inside. 

“Ah hah! I knew I would beat you guys! What’re you doing?” He boasts before coming to a stop, seeing that you aren’t touching each other. 

“Not having sex.” Suguru grunts in response, eyes trained on your body. 

“Close enough! I win!” 

Suguru didn’t feel like explaining to Satoru the difference. 

“No it’s not. Now come in and join or leave.” Suguru orders. 

The tough tone sends a tingle over Satoru’s skin. He swallows the lump that settled in his throat, tearing his eyes off Suguru. The air in the room somehow became stifling. He watches you work deftly against yourself, your needy moans sounding like pure lust. 

Satoru drags a chair beside Suguru’s and settles down in it. A low buzz of excitement swims underneath his skin. It takes him a bit before he can rid himself of the clothes he wore, the clothing not coming off fast enough. It didn’t take him long to get hard. The second he heard the noises coming from the room, he could already feel his dick twitch. 

Satoru wraps a hand around his cock and moves it down. A moan falls from his parted lips as he watches you. 

He didn’t know who to focus on. On one side he had Suguru, legs spread and heavy cock in hand. You laid in front of him, body withering while you brought yourself pleasure. It almost hurt how fast he darted his eyes back and forth between you two. 

You open your eyes and whimper seeing Satoru join in. They both watch you as your finger rubs against your clit. 

“Fuck, Suguru how long have you guys been doing this? How haven’t you touched her yet?” 

“Some of us have some self control.” Suguru answers, a teasing lilt to his voice. He speaks as if he wasn’t two seconds away from taking you. 

Satoru opens his mouth to give a smart response back, but the words die in his throat. He quickly finds himself distracted at the way your breasts rise and fall, laborious breaths falling from your lips. He watches the way your finger swirls around your clit, a sight so tempting he wasn’t sure he could resist any longer. 

Satoru moans and grips himself tighter. He desperately needed to touch you. To hell with the bet. 

He launches himself forward, landing in between your legs. You gasp and pull your hand away. Satoru looks like a madman in front of you, pupils blown wide while he eyes your pussy. Suguru slows down, rubbing himself languidly. 

“Satoru, the-“ you start. 

“Fuck that. Need to taste you.” He groans seeing your pussy up close in his face. 

You open your mouth to speak, but all rational thought leaves your brain as you feel his tongue lick one fat stripe from your hole to your clit. You moan out, gripping the sheets below you. It hadn’t been very long since you had sex last, but it felt so good it was like you were going to melt in the bed. 

“O-only you lose.” You murmur, watching as Satoru grips your legs and throws them over his shoulder. 

You think he grumbles an agreement, but you can’t understand him over the sound of your pussy covering his lips. 

You look up at Suguru and see him pick up the pace again. Your hands reach out and he immediately understands, standing up to make his way over to you. Suguru kneels beside your head and leans down, pressing his lips against yours. Your moans melt in his mouth as pleasure flows through you. Each time one of them touched you, it felt like a shock to your system. Satoru sucks your clit, drinking you up. The air in the room felt hot, smoldering. 

“Taste so good bunny, always do just for me. Fuck, could be down here all day-“ Satoru babbles, drunk on your pussy without having even been inside you. 

Suguru toys with your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. His hand lifts up and slides down your body. He grips onto Satoru’s head, shoving his face down against you again, silencing him once more. Satoru graciously accepts, sliding his tongue through your sticky folds. He traces against your clit and feels you tense up. Suguru keeps a hand on Satoru’s head, refusing to let either of you up for air. His mouth suffocates you, making your head dizzy. 

You tap his shoulder rapidly trying to signal your oncoming orgasm and he pulls back, looking deep into your eyes. He watches you through messy bangs, watching you tremble and shake beneath him. 

“Gonna cum baby? Feels good?” 

“Yes- oh fuck, fuck!” You shudder. 

“Yeah?” He breathes out heavily, his voice dripping with pleasure as he watches you. 

“Yes, yes!” You cry. 

Right as you were about to cum, all sensation immediately stopped. Suguru had yanked Satoru away from you. You weren’t sure who whined more, you or him. 

“Please please please Suguru, wanna cum, make me cum!” You find yourself begging, tears threatening to spill. 

You beg him to let you cum even if he wasn’t the one touching you. He had all the power, after all. 

Suguru’s eyes gleam at your request and he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. Without tearing his eyes from you, he orders Satoru. 

“Lay down on the bed Satoru.” 

Satoru scrambles to his feet, practically flopping on the bed beside you. His long legs stretch out in front of him, hanging off the bed. Suguru runs his palm down the side of your face, placing his thumb on your bottom lip and dragging it down. Your insides were turned to mush, all capable thought long gone. 

“Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable on his face.” Suguru tells you in a more soft, hushed tone. 

He always did like bossing Satoru around more, and preferred to use a gentle but firm hand with you. 

You nod eagerly and turn around, crawling towards Satoru. Hot puffs of air flow between your legs as you situate yourself on top. Satoru was always extremely eager, it was endearing. He gave his all in everything he did and that only made sex with him all the more better. You lower yourself down and feel Satoru immediately attach his mouth back on you, a groan of relief reverberating through his chest. 

Suguru shuffles around to grab a bottle of lube before returning, sliding in between Satoru’s spread legs. You watch Satoru’s leg muscles relax under the gentle graze of Suguru’s hands. Their love had always been something so pure, you felt extremely lucky they let you in on something so perfect. Your mouth parts as Satoru goes down on you, his tongue gliding through your folds, making a home inside your aching hole. 

You watch as Suguru spreads Satoru’s legs, pouring lube on his hard cock and Satoru’s tight hole. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the erotic sight. Satoru stutters and jumps once he feels Suguru press into him. The stretch was never bad, always blurring between the lines of unbearable and just right. Suguru presses in further, not stopping until his body meets Satoru. If Satoru’s mouth wasn’t glued to you, you would be able to hear his moaning. 

Suguru pulls out slightly, then guides his way back in. He always liked starting off slow before ultimately wrecking either of you. Suguru was a man who liked to take his time, and you never had a problem with it. 

Satoru, on the other hand, did. 

You watch as Satoru spreads his legs even wider, trying to force his hips down to gain more of Suguru. You could hear something that resembles a whine between your legs. You weren’t sure how you ended up with both the most patient man to exist, and the man who probably doesn’t even know what the word patience means. 

“Always so greedy.” Suguru murmurs under his breath. 

He slams his hips forward with more force and you watch as Satoru’s whole body shakes from the impact. Satoru’s long fingers fly up to grab onto your thighs, pulling you down harder against his face. He glides his tongue around, pressing against your clit. 

Heavy breathing turns into moans as Satoru builds you back up again. Ever the needy one, you reach forward for Suguru. Your lips clash against each other. Suguru keeps one hand on Satoru while he fucks him, using his other hand to grab your face. Giving in had never felt so good before. 

While kissing, Suguru blindly reaches for one of your hands, pulling it forward to hold Satoru’s cock. Once your hand makes contact, you feel as Satoru’s body twists in pleasure. You slide your hand down, trying to pay attention to his cock. It was already wet and twitching in need. 

The room was a mess of salacious sounds. Lips smacking, body’s slapping, and quiet groaning. 

You pull back, peering up at Suguru. One of your hands rests against Satoru’s stomach while the other works hard at making his cock feel good. The height difference between you and Suguru wasn’t extreme as the bed evened it out. He locks eyes with you, watching your face twist in pleasure. 

“S-suguru,” 

“Hm?” He hums back, his cock working at Satoru’s insides. 

“Want you to spit in my mouth.” You drunkly request. 

Suguru cocks an eyebrow, looking taken aback by your request. 

“Is that right baby?” 

“Yes, please.” You find yourself begging, your eyes half lidded. 

Suguru’s lips tilt up in a smile while he leans forward, hips slowing to a stop. Satoru whines but you pay him no mind. Suguru grabs your cheeks, pulling you forward. Your pussy rises off Satoru and you can hear him complain. 

“What the hell Suguru? I was doing something.”

You watch with wide eyes as Suguru lets spit dribble from his lips onto your waiting tongue. You groan once it hits your tastebuds. 

“Shit.” Satoru says breathlessly. 

He watches as your pussy clenches around air, getting a front row seat at the way Suguru made you feel. 

“Yeah?” Suguru asks louder, speaking to Satoru. 

His eyes remain on you. He never knew you would be into something like that. Not that he didn’t know you were secretly nasty. 

“Be a good girl for me and keep that on your tongue, don’t swallow.” Suguru speaks quietly to you. 

Your chest heaves at the way you felt. It felt like you were on fire. 

“Think you can do that for me baby?” 

You nod, careful to leave your mouth propped open so Suguru could make sure you followed his order. 

Suguru begins to start fucking Satoru again while you sit back down, his tongue quickly finding its way back to you. It was hard to moan with your mouth wide open, the sound somehow sounding more debauched than before. You tried to rub Satoru’s cock the best you could, but it was hard to think with the heavy cloud of lust over your head. 

Satoru sucks your clit into his mouth, the action causing a jolt through your system. Suguru must’ve been able to see it in your face. 

“Wanna cum baby?” His hushed voice asks. 

You moan staring up at him, a mixture of your saliva and his beginning to drip down from your tongue, landing on Satoru’s pale skin below you. 

“Swallow that, hm? Don’t wanna make a mess out of Satoru just yet.” 

You quickly shut your mouth, drinking up Suguru’s spit like it was the most divine flavor you’ve ever tasted. 

Suguru groans at the sight, slamming into Satoru. The force causes Satoru to move up, his cock pressing into your hand. 

Your whole body shivers in pleasure, you couldn’t keep it in much longer. 

“Alright, cum for us baby.” Suguru says your name so sweetly you almost forgot the pretense it was under. 

A sob racks your body as Satoru continues devouring you, and you cum powerfully on his tongue. Satoru moans at the taste, quickly swallowing up everything you give him. You see Suguru’s shoulders tense up as he watches you cum and it takes everything in you not to collapse. 

Satoru looks pathetic under you, getting pounded into by your shared boyfriend. You speed up your hand, desperate to watch him cum. You see Satoru’s legs shake out of the corner of your eye and hear a loud whine from beneath you. Satoru’s cock twitches underneath your hand, cum shooting out on top of his stomach. 

Your hips shake, eager to see Suguru spill inside Satoru. Sweat lines his forehead, a show of his hard work. Suguru swears under his breath before squeezing his eyes shut, his cum flowing deep inside Satoru. 

You attempt to catch your breath but fail miserably as you trip over yourself. It always blew your mind at how good sex was with the two. Each time seemed better than the last. 

Suguru slowly slides out of Satoru and reaches out a hand, helping you crawl off of the other man. You weren’t sure how you looked, but you knew you looked better than Satoru. He looked like a mess under you, your cum smearing his face, his cum covering his body, and Suguru’s sweeping out from his asshole. He had a sex drunk look on his face and you weren’t sure you’d be able to snap him out of it. 

“Satoru.” Suguru ushers, leaning over and patting Satoru’s face. 

“Hm? I’m good, just give me a minute.” Satoru breathes out, closing his eyes. 

You giggle and throw your arms around Suguru, kissing him. This kiss was much more sweet and tender, filling your body with warmth. 

“I love you.” You say against his lips. 

“I love you too.” He smiles. 

“Hey, what about my love?” Satoru quips, slowly sitting up and looking at the cum slide down his body. 

You and Suguru place a kiss on each side of his face. 

A thought pops up in your brain. 

“What’re you gonna do for us since you lost?” You ask. 

“After that? Anything you want.”

#my writing #gojo x reader #suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #suguru geto x reader #gojo x reader x suguru

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[10:13 pm]

(POOKIE PROPAGANDA!!! Anyway,, cw: this is mostly humor, with a weird smidge of angst)

Situationship!Jaehyun wishes he could focus on the show playing on his laptop. He was in the perfect position to lay back and relax after a long week. He was under his warmest blanket, laying in bed, and had you laying right beside him. He was big spoon as was his usual position when it came to cuddling. However, he wishes he could just put a stop to the constant repetition of the same song playing over and over again kissin’ I hope they caught us, kissin’ I hope they caught us. It was getting on his last nerve. That song paired with your excited giggles were driving him crazy knowing that it was some type of edit. You shouldn’t be looking at anyone else while cuddling with him!

He tried to peek over your shoulder, his show no longer keeping his interest while his curiosity (jealousy) was gnawing at his brain, but you were so curled in on yourself and covered with blankets that he couldn’t see anything. “I’m noticing that the edits are changing,” he heard a man say before Agora Hills started up again. He could confidently say that about 20 minutes ago he had nothing against Doja Cat, but now he could say he hated her. He had nothing against her beside the fact that her song was driving him up the wall.

And really he should have been grateful, the song was better than hearing the guy talk for a whole minute flirting at the camera, ugh how cringe. “Pookie” this and “Pookie” that and “Pookie, Pookie, Pookeh!” Jaehyun had had enough. He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer, “What are you watching baby?”

You hummed before giggling at the video playing on your phone, “my husband.”

Jaehyun froze, his blood ran cold, he tightened his hold, “Who?”

You turned to face Jaehyun slightly, revealing a guy sitting in his car talking to his phone like a total loser, “Big Pookie.”

“Why are you saying all these names like I’m supposed to know who it is?”

“You don’t know Girl Dinner? Pray Pray?” You asked, Jaehyun shook his head, “God, I forget your for you page is aggressively male. You don’t know Prayag?”

“Why would I know him?”

“Because he’s an icon. Here, you have to have seen this,” you reply before pulling up a video where “Big Pookie” waves his hands and shakes his shoulders.

Jaehyun scoffs with an eye roll, “I can do that,” before he sits up and starts doing the most horrendous shimmy and pointing you have ever seen. He smirks, clearly thinking he’s just done something to drive you wild with lust, “does that make you want on your real man now?”

Your mouth closes to a flat line, “You’re not my anything.”

Then you turn over to face away from him again. He quickly turns you around to face him before the man in his car can recapture your attention. “Why would you be laying in my bed if we weren’t anything?”

You shrug, avoiding his gaze with a sudden shyness, “You never liked it when I called you my boyfriend before. You just ask me to come over and do all these relationship things without the commitment and I go along because I like you. I don’t want to lose you so I just go along.”

Jaehyun can feel his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, “I’m sorry I ever made you feel like that. I should have made my feelings more clear. I was an ass when we first started seeing each other, but if I’m being honest I thought that we’d been official for at least 3 months.”

Your jaw drops yet again, “When did you act any differently?”

“I thought me cooking your favorite meal over a candlelit dinner when I gave you that necklace was the turning point,” Jaehyun replies, playing with the chain around your neck with a very poorly concealed smirk.

You bury your face in his chest and groan out of embarrassment, “I could have been calling you my boyfriend this whole time!”

“Glad we cleared that up, can we watch the show again?” Jaehyun asks, saving you from more embarrassment.

You quickly roll over, facing the screen and Jaehyun feels a sense of ease and calm. Finally, he can relax. Until a few mainutes later when he hears your gasp and “Pookie, I don’t know whose hair this is.”

#kpop imagines #kpop au #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct timestamp #nct blurbs #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun fluff #Jaehyun blurb #jaehyun timestamps

[abbywifyforlifey]

Abby Anderson gf Headcannos <3

(Girls, gays and them they's only) :))

Sfw ♡

-gives amazing messages, she will have you laying flat on the bed while she slowly messages any knots in your back and shoulder.

-LOVES SPOONING, big spoon or little spoon, just as long as she is close to you she doesn't care (she secretly loves being the little spoon)

-makes sure you look after yourself (especially if you struggle with remembering to do things) constantly reminding you to drink water, eat food, shower, brush your teeth ect

- abby loves board games and will always invite you and the salt Lake crew to play with her. Will help you when your one of the last people in a round of Uno (cus she already won)

-will literary carry everywhere, like one minute you will be yapping with mel and then all of a sudden, all that's heard across the wlf cafeteria is "Abigail Anderson put me down right now"!!

-if you guys argue, she will try her best to stay calm (whether it was her fault or not), once you guys have had space she will talk with you about what happened and apologize (if she needs to)

-never, AND I MEAN NEVER, wants to be away from you for too long. She will beg Issac to be on patrol with you.

Nsfw ✩

-when it comes to the bedroom, she is really passionate (will always ask for consent)

-LOVES to fuck you missionary while watching your face twist up in pleasure

- leaves bruises, hickeys and bite marks all over your body

-at first she is really giggly when making out but when she gains her confidence, she will leave you both panting when you pull away

-rubs at your scalp while your in between her thighs, moaning and squirming while telling you how much she loves you

-as much she can get in the moment, abby is one of clumsy girls you know.

-she'll be on top of you with her strap deep in your cunt, then she will accidentally lose balance and fall on top of you.

-when you guys are making out you sometimes think to yourself "is this a wrestling match or a making out session?

-bumping you into furniture or into the corners of tables while trying to take your clothes off. "Abby slow down" almost giving you whiplash while carrying and throwing you onto the bed

-pleasure is something she always felt uncomfortable feeling with others but after being with you, she slowly started to prioritize her pleasure as well as yours

-telling you what feels good and what doesn't, how she likes something. (Still needs constant reassuring but you don't mind)

-aftercare is simple but cute, will cuddle with you while teasing you and giggling with you in bed.

She loves you very much and wouldn't give you up for the world

From the river to the sea Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

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(Not So) Happy Birthday

A/n: An anon request to kick off sad girl winter😌

Johnston! Can’t pull it in! It hit him in the hands at the 35 of Green Bay. Carrington Valentine on the coverage but Johnston couldn’t snatch it.

Two weeks in row. Two bone crushing loses. 533 yards of offense allowed. Last place in the AFC West. Millions of questions about a broken finger. A delay of game that caused a public outburst. So many fleeting moments that impacted him beyond explanation and all you could do was watch cautiously as he tried to pick up the broken pieces of this shattered season. He’d been upstairs in his home office watching film for the last three hours, reviewing it frame by frame, wracking his brain on where he could be better, even though you knew this mess wasn’t a result of his shortcomings.

You tiptoed up to his door, mentally giving yourself a pep talk before knocking. As soon as you heard “come in,” you practically floated to his chair with how fast you got to him. The depression beard was creeping its way back in and a part of you hoped that he’d trim it before it got out of hand like the last time. Settling in his lap with a gentle kiss on his cheek, you glanced at one screen that had a repeat shot of Donald Pathan’s fourth down drop, feeling your boyfriend tense underneath you.

“So, I was thinking…” you muse, trying to gauge the mood of your audience.

“Tomorrow we should—”

“I can’t do anything tomorrow.” He sighs, rubbing his face with his hand. “Derwin and I decided that a player’s only meeting was needed. We have a lot of shit to talk about so we might as well all do it together and really regroup as a unit. Offense, defense, special teams. We should all be on the same page and we clearly haven’t been.”

He had to be joking. “Wait, so we’re not spending ANY time together tomorrow? You’ll be with the team all day?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I mean, I’m the quarterback y/n. These guys expect me to lead them I can’t blow off the team because you want us to go to bottomless mimosas. I’ll make it up to you in the off-season, I swear.” His eyes look sincere, with a hint of sadness to them and you just want to make it all better, but all you can focus on right now is how hurt you are. Blinking back tears, you nod your head and stand up, running a hand down his back and letting him continue to watch film.

The only thing that kept you from absolutely losing it was the hope that deep down he was kidding. There was no way he’d spend his day off in a friendship circle with his teammates instead of celebrating your birthday. You refused to believe that.

Waking up the next morning had you feeling off but optimistic. You skipped down the stairs hoping to find a birthday breakfast or at the very least a smoothie and your boyfriend’s smiling face. You were met with…nothing. Just as you were pulling out your phone to call him, you got a text from your best friend, demanding that you be ready in 20 minutes for brunch and you guessed it, bottomless mimosas. You forgot all about Justin and about what you had to do, for a few hours.

After the team meeting had wrapped up, Will came up to him, clearly trying to make sure he was actually fine and not just saying it. They talked a bit about the next few games and how they would handle practice this week as well as having Justin host team dinner at his house before the end of the regular season.

“Oh hey by the way, tell y/n I said happy birthday. Get out of here and go celebrate man, I can’t believe she let you host this meeting, Lizzie would’ve killed me.” The center watched the blood drain from his teammate’s face and his smile dropped immediately. “Justin please tell me you didn’t forget, please.”

“I uh—I gotta go Will. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Justin rushes out, grabbing his stuff and jogging to the parking lot. He called in a favor and stopped by your favorite bakery, grabbed a dozen balloons from another store and headed home as soon as humanly possible.

The usual spot on the driveway where you parked your car was empty and that made him feel even more guilty. His call going straight to voicemail 20 seconds later made him feel even worse. For two hours he sat in the living room, trying to come up with a way to make it up to you but deep down he knew that no grand gesture could dig him out of this one.

“Hi.” He immediately stood up to greet you as you walked in the door but you didn’t return the hug.

“How was your meeting? You guys fix things?” It hurt that you genuinely looked interested in how his day was, when he’d completely forgotten to celebrate your day.

“I think we got somewhere, yeah. But listen, I just”

“I’m gonna go change,” you interrupt him, “then you can tell me what happened.”

Before you could make it upstairs his voice stopped you in your tracks. “Are we really not going to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” You sigh as you turn around.

“Come on y/n, I know. I fucked up.”

You sigh deeply, not wanting the gravity of the upcoming conversation ruining the fun day you had. “What exactly did you do Justin?”

“I forgot your birthday and I’m sorry. You know how crazy it’s been the last few weeks with my finger and the losses piling up and the rumors about coach. But I still should have remembered and I feel terrible. How can I fix it?” You almost forgave him right there, those big green eyes knew how to draw you in. But not this time.

“There’s nothing to fix J, don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal which is why I wasn’t going to bring it up.”

“It’s not a big deal that your boyfriend forgot your birthday.” He pipes up, feeling his frustration growing by the minute. “I’m sorry but I’m not buying it. I know I hurt you. Just be honest with me about how you feel. Lay it on me, I deserve it.”

You stifle a laugh. “Be honest? That’s really rich coming from you, Mr. ‘In touch with his emotions.’ When was the last time you actually told me how you’re feeling about anything? And I’m not talking about you being upset about someone taking up two parking spots. I mean what do you think about when you lie in bed, wide awake for hours while you think I’m asleep? How do you feel with this big new contract and all these expectations but lackluster results? You wanna talk? Let’s really talk.” You cross your arms, physically shielding yourself and not allowing him to see the pain he caused.

His shoulders relax at your expression and most of the anger subsides. “I love the guys in that locker room. But do I want friends more than I want a Super Bowl? I have so much football left to play with this team and I don’t want to look back 10 years from now, having played almost two decades in the NFL with nothing to show for it other than bruises and decent stats. I want to leave a legacy.”

“But I’ve been so caught up in my own world that I forgot about one of the most important things in my life and I can’t apologize to you enough. I know you’re mad but I got you your favorite cake and I’m all yours tomorrow after practice, no extra throwing, nothing. Just you and me. How does that sound?”

These were words that you’d been waiting to hear all day. Hell for the last 13 days. And here he was doing just that. But you felt nothing.

“I’m not mad you forgot my birthday, I’m just recognizing that there might just be some things that aren’t worth fighting for.” He reaches out for you but you take a step back, standing your ground.

“Are—are you talking about us? Our relationship isn’t worth fighting for?”

You could practically feel the stress radiating off of him and you were in no place to provide any comfort, so you stared at your feet. “I love everything about you. You’re fearlessly loyal and kind and you quite literally never give up on anything that you set your mind to. You might be the greatest human being on this Earth.” Your voice begins to tremble and you swallow the lump forming in your throat to continue.

“You give everything to your team and to football and I just—I can’t compete with that. I tried to but,” you let out a wet laugh as a tear escapes your eyes. “There just isn’t a way for you to find the balance right now. And that’s okay. I promise, I’m so glad I got to spend all this time with you and—”

Justin wipes another stray tear from your face. “We don’t have to do this. People who love each other this much don’t just end things without trying to work through them. Please.” He begs.

“People who love each other also know when time to let go. Babe, we want different things right now. You want to win games and prove that this organization taking a chance on you was worth it and I—I want someone who is going to love me and cherish me as much as I cherish them. Justin I would never forget you, but I’d never make you choose between me and your job either. I have to protect myself and take care of my own heart right now. And to do that, I have to let you go.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, wrapping you up in his arms. A slow tear lands on your shoulder as you both hold each other tight, knowing that it may be the last time.

The next few minutes consist of packing a bag and promising to come back later when he’s not home to grab the rest of your stuff. He silently walked you to the door and placed a goodbye kiss on your forehead for old times sake. Without another word, you were gone and the door was closed behind you.

A notification pops up on his phone for a dinner reservation that he must have made weeks ago at one of your favorite places. Something in him snapped and he threw the phone across the room, hearing it shatter as it slammed against the wall.

“Happy birthday, y/n.” He whispered, taking a seat on the couch to put his head in his hands.

#Justin Herbert #justin herbert imagine #Justin Herbert angst #justin herbert x reader #nfl imagine #Justin Herbert fanfic

[fullstcp]

'The Good Witch' by Maisie Peters Sentence Starters

THE GOOD WITCH

"Did you think I forgot about you?"

"Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushing through."

"It's Armageddon."

"Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad."

"Still miss you, but I know now it'll pass."

"I will try forgiveness, but I will not forget."

"Am I better yet?"

COMING OF AGE

"Was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?"

"If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?"

"I wish I would've seen it sooner."

"I wasn't your cliché."

"This is my coming of age."

"Baby, I am the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me."

"I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy."

"You stole my love and I paid."

"But you couldn't keep what you couldn't tame."

"I let you butcher my big heart."

"It's my song and my stage."

WATCH

"Nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it."

"It looked like a film Michael Cera would act in."

"It felt like a face slap."

"I fought it but I saw it and it sawed me right in half."

"You still get to me, but I still let you."

"You got every single thing you want. And I just watch."

"I know that I should know better."

"I just keep looking back at you."

"I saw you and your girlfriend."

"Sure, I don't know she's your girlfriend."

"Well, fucking sue me cause at least then we could talk."

"Now you're living the goddamn dream."

"You broke my heart and my self esteem for a girl/guy who's a remix of me."

BODY BETTER

"I was good to you."

"Did I just not do it for you, superficially?"

"You were it for me."

"It was nothing I did and nothing I said."

"And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent."

"Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now."

"The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out."

"Do you love her/him/them?"

"If you love her/him/them, was I just an idea you liked?"

"I don't know how I still can't make it make any sense."

"I thought it would be us for life."

"Will you tell me just one more lie?"

WANT YOU BACK

"I was the DJ and the darling of your passenger side."

"I know it didn't last."

"What was cheap to you, to me, was all I had."

"The issue is, I know all of this and I still want you back."

"If you told me what would happen, I think I would've begged."

"So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect."

"I'd be yours again tomorrow if you wanna."

"I still want you back."

THE BAND AND I

"He said he'd make a move and then he went with 'Excuse me?'."

"It was letting go of everything but you."

"If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up."

"It was breaking down, it was falling in love."

"It was magic, babe, pure and strong."

"It was a far-flung wish when we were young."

YOU'RE JUST A BOY (AND I'M KINDA THE MAN)

"I take in clowns like a one-woman circus."

"You're kinda awful, but you're not awful on purpose."

"Don't you know that you're losing this?"

"I'm on a one-way trip to take over the world."

"What's a girl/boy gonna do when she's/he's in love with you?"

"It's sad and it's true and I'm in love with you."

"You were my best friend."

"I'm not gonna wait, now I know better than that."

"Goodbye from your biggest fan."

"Goodbye from the bigger man."

LOST THE BREAKUP

"I know you remember."

"I'm the best thing that almost happened to you."

"I'm the greatest love that you wasted."

"You got two types: country and western."

"Wow, hey, it's been forever."

"Do you wanna get a drink, like together?"

"I'm kinda busy but, like, stay in touch."

"Oh, shit I won the breakup."

"You lost the breakup."

WENDY

"You're laughin' like a kid."

"You're calling like the future then you're closed up like a fist."

"Lost my page when you kissed me."

"She/he almost loses her/his way cause she/he follows him/her after one look."

"I know the girl/guy that you want and it scares me."

"Behind every lost boy/girl, there's always a Wendy."

"You're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor."

"I'm throwing you a bone because you want me and you're sure."

"If I'm not careful, I'll wake up and we'll be married."

RUN

"I've heard some things that I will leave unrepeated."

"If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run."

"He/she likes a promise if he/she don't have to keep it."

"He/she hates a sentence when he/she has to mean it."

TWO WEEKS AGO

"I wish it was two weeks ago."

"I wish we kissed when we first wanted."

"When we said goodbye, wish I hadn't let go."

"I loved you, babe, but I bet you knew that."

"Knew you loved me, babe, when you told me that."

"I was happier than I'd ever known."

"That last kiss, couldn't look at you. But I wish I did."

"I was yours so fast."

"God, I loved you, babe, did I tell you that?"

BSC

"We don't speak cause it's too tricky."

"But if I'm tricky, why'd you kiss me?"

"It's funny and I'm laughing, baby."

"You think I'm alright. But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy."

"It kept it in, but it wrecked my organs."

"I'm gonna throw you down the river."

"You made me Little Miss Unstable."

"I can write you out the way I wrote you in."

THERAPY

"When we met, I told you I've been treated carelessly."

"You couldn't have loved a girl/guy any harder than you loved me."

"I'm just talking to your memory."

"I was abandoned, but you swore that you'd be there for me."

"Your touch will last for centuries."

"You gave me the world and you gave me your word."

"It built me like a promise until it broke me like a curse."

"I knew loving you was letting you leave."

THERE IT GOES

"I'm dating, but just dating for sport."

"I'm doing better, I made it to September."

"I can finally breathe."

"I had to let it go."

"The love we had was eating me whole."

"He/she kissed me right in front of my friends."

"I don't need your light to be lit."

"The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that."

"I just should've known when to quit."

"The loss is yours."

"The universe is shifting and it's all for me."

HISTORY OF MAN

"I couldn't believe it. How you could just stop wanting me."

"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand."

"She loves him more than anyone ever has."

"You didn't even falter."

"You didn't look back once, did you?"

"Given half the chance, I would've made him weaker too."

"You walked out without sweating."

"He stole her youth and promised heaven."

"Women's hearts are lethal weapons."

"You are still my great obsession."

"I beg you and you don't understand."

"I hold on, I try to hold your hand."

"I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand."

"So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have."

HOLY REVIVAL

"I swore that I'd be a non-bullshit tolerating kind of girl/guy."

"No getting attached to men you can't have."

"Last year, I had to focus on survival."

"My ex was a bitter man, middle child."

"Now I'm in my holy revival."

"I have two friends. I listen to them like the bible."

"That is really not important."

"It's about what he represents."

"Which is me getting obsessed by someone fundamentally wrong for me."

"I'm not doing it again."

"It's just me and myself."

"You're just kinda dumb."

"I'm just kinda done."

"No telling the truth."

YOKO

"Funny, you know, you were the whole wide world."

"You fell for the moment so you lied to the girl/guy."

"I gave you option, and you chose wrong."

"I meant, "Don't go." It came out as "Goodbye"."

"You said, "Fine." When you should've said, "We could try"."

"Now we're seeing other people."

"Thought you knew how I felt, now I doubt it."

"We should've talked it out when it happened."

"I couldn't talk to you."

"You misunderstood the secret."

"The universe doesn't always come through."

"Sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth."

"And you misunderstood me leaving as something I wanted. I didn't want it at all."

"You should've put me above those people you didn't even know."

"You have a phone, you should've called."

"You misunderstood a lot of things."

"You misunderstood me too."

THE SONG

"I'm older now but I still don't really know things."

"I thought that we were forever and ever, I guess I was wrong."

"You were the one and now you're not."

"I'm gonna fall out of love by the end of the song."

"I could reach out but it's your turn and it's your shit."

"I've been trying peace and love and telling the truth."

"I got drunk, told everyone that I broke up with you."

"I was obsessed but I was young."

"You were my whole life once."

GUY ON A HORSE

"I hear you talking over me, like, is that smart?"

"You'll be lonely in your fifties."

"I tried to be nice but I can't keep it in anymore."

"I think you wanna start a war."

TRUTH IS

"He's/she's just something you regret."

"He's/she's not a savior or the best you'll ever get."

"Time will heal, but I'll always be a little bit broke."

"You weren't love but I think I confused it."

"All I ever did was care."

"I'll never get back months of my life."

"Did I give you any reason?"

"Did I love you?"

"Did you think that I deserved it?"

THE LAST ONE

"I'll always see great heights in you."

"I'll be the last one in your corner when the count's done."

"I'm still your number one fan."

"After the crowd's gone, I'll be the last one."

#rp memes #rp lyric meme #rp starters #rp prompts #lyric starters #lyric prompts #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme) #when there was me and queue (queue)

[aerialworms-art]

I've been wanting to do hourly comic day for ages, finally remembered (at 00:01 on 2nd feb), and here we are! I had a lot of fun with this!

Featuring (in order of appearance) my child Fluffy, Narcissus the brachycephalic cat, Prince the sentient mop dog, and Cassie the-not-so-fluffy-but-also-black cat. And @salty-lich-queen makes an appearance from 19:00-23:00!

I've put a transcript of all the text under the cut cause I was focused on sticking to the hourly thing and forgot about nice lettering 😅

Transcript:

[Page 1]

02/02/2024 (definitely hourly comics day)

00:00-01:00

Me: Ooh, look, hourly comics! There's a lot of these. When is it again?

Search bar: When is hourly comics day? Search results: 1st Feb hourly comics day Me: Aw, fuck.

Me, thinking: No-one will mind if I do it today instead, right? Arrow pointing at me: Going to get snack Arrow pointing at tinsel: Tinsel from 4 Xmas ago Arrow pointing at toy snakes: Snakes from Halloween

Caption: [Int. - Bedroom]

Sweet packet: SWEETS

Me: Oh! Fluffy, thinking: For me? Caption: A surprise kitty!

01:00-02:00

Me, thinking: WTF is wrong with this guy? Caption: Watching Dungeon Meshi for the first time!

Arrow pointing at me: Brushing teeth

Fluffy, thinking: I CRAVE WOTER

02:00-??:??

Caption: Thinkin' bout those old men <3

11:00-12:00

Me: UUUUUUUUGH

12:00-13:00

Me: come... closer...

Me: Time to get up! Fluffy, thinking: Bye!

Me: Actually, I'll just draw some comics first Fluffy, thinking: Oh?

Caption: A few minutes later... Me: Thank you for keeping my foot warm Fluffy, thinking: It's free real estate

Arrow pointing at my dad: My dad My dad: I keep losing books... My dad: Like this Ian Banks one - Me: Oh! The one that's been in the loo for a week?

My dad: AHA! Caption: (yes, it was that one)

13:00-14:00

Caption: Watching more Dungeon Meshi Me/my tea: sluuurp

Me, singing: VOULEZ VOUS! AHA! TAKE ME NOW OR LEAVE Caption: shower ABBA time!

Caption: Back in the bedroom... Me, singing: -DANCE WITH YOU HONEY! IF YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY! DOES YA MOTHER KNOW THAT

Fluffy, thinking: I'm out.

14:00-15:00

Title: The Exciting Adventures of Artie and Fluffy: Leaving the house!

Me: C'mon then! Fluffy: Mow! Mrow! Cat count: 1

Neighbour: Oh! Hello! Cat count: 1

[Page 2]

Me and the neighbour: Small talk Cat count: 1 Dog count: 1

Me: Here, I'll hold her, you go past Fluffy, thinking: DIE Arrow pointing at dog: Oblivious Cat count: 1 Dog count: 1

Me: Hi buddy! Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Narcissus, thinking: Friend or Foe? Arrow pointing at Fluffy: Oblivious Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Caption: We carried on... Me: Oh! Hello! Cat count: 2 Dog count: 1

Cat count: 2 Dog count: 2!

Fancy lettering: PRINCE! Cat count: 2 Dog count: AWWW

Cat count: 2 Dog count: 2

Cat count: ? Dog count: 2

Cat count: 3! Dog count: 2

Me: Uh oh

Fluffy, thinking: BOO!

Cassie, landing on Prince's head: DONK!

Me: Dude, you ok? Prince, thinking: Look! I can catch my tail!

14:30-15:30

Fluffy, thinking: That's not how I look. Caption: Whoops, spent an hour on this! Cat counter: 3 Dog counter: 3 (one went past while drawing)

15:30-16:00

Me, thinking: Alas, we must part, my love! Fluffy, thinking: What was that noise? Cat counter: 3 Dog counter: 3

Arrow pointing at Prince: Prince again! coming back from school Cat count: 3 Dog count: 7

Me: At last! Arrow pointing at people in the bushes: Three shady people in the bushes (I didn't ask)

Library: Library

16:00-17:00

PLOTTING A GRAPHIC NOVEL

17:00-19:00

Whatsapp contact name: Mum Me, texting: (15:35) Swim after work? Me: (16:54) Missed call Me: (16:59) Heading to pool now come join me! Mum: On my way! (17:04) Cat count: 3 Dog count: 10+??

Police car: POLICE ILOP Me: oo er...

Arrow pointing at a cop: Was saying something about a break-in :S Arrow pointing at cop holding a bag: Stolen goods? Drugs? Arrow pointing at fence behind them: My old infant school

[Page 3]

17:00-19:00 cont.

Scribbled out drawing: IGNORE THIS

Me, thinking: I'm no ordinary girl~

(action) Mum: WAVE! (action) Me: WAVE!

19:00-23:00

My laptop screen: UPERNATURAL

23:00-00:00

Arrow pointing at my chair: Ergonomic chair for back pain Me, thinking: What am I doing?

Me, thinking: Ah, yes. Tumblr logo: t Tumblr post: ~~~~~~DC COMICS Me, thinking: Thinkin' bout those old men again <3

Me: Time for bed!

Fluffy, thinking: Time for FOOD.

#for anyone confused the old men are of course #mcspirk #hourly comics #hourly comic day #comics #hourlies #my art #cats #dogs #artists on tumblr

[thewitchunderyourbed]

YOU RUN

Johnny Silverhand x Female V

Warning for violence, torture and language

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You have always been accustomed to your intrusive thoughts.

Being a mercenary is stressful, you have to live second by second, because who knows if some cyber psychopath is ready to kill you behind a corner or if a gang member is waiting for you on your way home.

You said once that you would never reach your thirties and with the last developments, that was now the truth.

"Shit" you cursed as the image of Jakie in a pool of his blood on the backseat of Delamain's taxi infested your head.

Your brain was a haunted house, full of ghosts, full of dead people.

"I prefer roller coasters, more vomit but the rush of adrenaline is way better" Jhonny materialized on the sofa of your apartment, legs on the table and arms crossed.

"Speaking of the devil" you pondered.

"What are we going to do, eh? Looking for solving troubles or causing them? I won't say no to a JoyToy either..." he smiled from his spot, casually flipping through the pages of a magazine.

"I'm tired Jhonny, I'm going to bed" you responded, messaging your temples, feeling the beginning of a headache.

"Agh, you're no fun, girl! Stop acting like you never lose someone before, you kill people for a living!" he huffed.

Anger boiled in your veins making your blood rush to your head.

"Maybe because I'm not a terrorist like you! Did you ever think FOR REAL about what you've done? That tower was filled with people who were just making their jobs. Clerks, secretaries, technicians, the pizza guy there for a fucking delivery? A kid at work with his dad? Huh? Do you ever think about it?" you shouted out.

"That's what you think of me? That I'm just a mindless bloodthirsty killer?" he asked too calmly for your tastes.

"I can't tell you what I think about you, Silverhand " you said storming to your room where you let your body fall on the bed.

The sleep came quickly, you were exhausted, but you were equally restless.

Your dreams were filled with blood, the blood of people you once loved and of the people you killed.

There was Jhonny too at some point, just images flashing in your mind, a different dream, and you didn't know why but it happens frequently.

You woke up to the big eyes of Nibbles calling for food, that little creature was always hungry.

You padded barefoot to the kitchenette when Jhonny glitched in front of you, sitting by the sink.

"You still look like shit" he commented.

"Yeah, at least I'm not dead" you answered, earning a middle finger from the rocker.

Nibbles got his food and you made a nice cup of coffee, perfect for you but too sweet and hot for Jhonny, who complained about your tastes.

Your phone rang, and a message from Dakota about a new gig popped on the screen.

"What's this time?" Johnny asked, but you ignored him so he had to peek from behind your shoulder.

"Shit, this is sick" the man commented.

Johnny watched you calling Dakota back for confirming you accepted the job, still barefoot and walking around the room until you ended the call and entered the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a shower, try to not be a fucking creep" you screamed from under the water spray.

There was no need anymore to cover yourself in front of Jhonny, you've been in his head and he was literally in yours, it was the closest type of relationship ever existed.

Not even two hours later you were on the track of Maelstrom, the trail of blood they left behind was hard to ignore.

You left the bike at the corner of a large building filled with rusty containers and trash, you disabled the two large turrets that were about to point in your direction and sneaked inside by an open window.

"This fucker won't stay still! How am I supposed to cut his fucking arm? " the voice of a screaming gang member reached your ears.

"Agh just kill this bastard already" another answered.

A moment after the sound of a shot resounded off the concrete walls.

"V you have to hurry," Jhonny told you from inside your head.

You used ping to scan the area, highlighting their tech and bodies to your eyes.

"Just 6 of them, sound easy enough," you thought.

When you were right at the back of a Maelstrom, ready to snap his neck, your vision started to blur, glitch and blood ran down your nose"

You dropped to the ground senseless.

You slowly came back to your senses and for a moment you believed you could no longer see.

The room in which you were was pitch black and cold as ice, you tried to move your arms and legs but you were been tied to something, a stretcher probably.

Your breath came quick and ragged, hyperventilating from the fear, your head felt foggy, your nude body icy cold.

"Did they... Did they drug me?" you asked yourself.

When the metal sound of doors being opened filled your head, echoing like in a bad trip, you saw that they kept you in a container, waiting for the moment to slaughter you.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Some nice Corpo implants, pricy aren't they?" a light-skinned guy entered your visual field.

He pushed the stretcher into an area that reminded a surgery room, but dirtier and with various body parts hanging by hooks.

"Hehehe, just wait here, little slut. The doctor will receive you soon" he chucked darkly.

You started to panic, even more, you knew they would cut you to pieces and sell your parts to the black market, your head tried to react but the drugs made you feel like the body wasn't your own, like when Johnny...

You cried, trying to trash from side to side, screaming at the top of your lungs.

"JHONNY!" you cried.

The man gave no response.

"JHONNY PLEASE!" you tried again.

"Don't leave me alone, please don't leave me" hot tears run down your cheeks as you sobbed.

You knew that if you died he would have died too.

Another Maelstrom entered the room, followed by five more fellows.

"LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A FUCKING WHORE" you shouted.

He ignored you, continuing his task of choosing the right tool to cut your body.

Closing your eyes as you felt something touching your face, gasping in fear you opened them again, finding Jhonny looking down at you.

"V," he said "it's going to be fine"

"Johnny I don't want to die here" you whispered.

He cupped her cheeks with his hands, stroking the cold flesh with his thumbs and you swear you could have felt it.

"You will not die here, Samurai" he reassured you " I won't let that happen"

His eyes softened when you shivered and sobbed furthermore.

"Fry their chrome, V" he told you.

"What?" you asked back.

"I know you can do it. If you can reboot their optics you can overload their implants too!"

"What if I damage the Relic too?"

At that moment the big Maelstrom approached you with a saw in his hands.

"FRY THEM, NOW!" Johnny shouted.

You let out a loud and inhuman cry as you forced all your systems and hacking implants to their limits.

Maelstrom convulsed like they were electrocuted and dropped on the ground their head smoking like lit cigarettes.

"Well well well I don't remember having ordered fried shit" Jhonny commented, crouched down near a dead body.

You took the saw the man let fall on your body while dying and used it to cut the ropes.

"Thank you." you said softly" Sorry for what I said yesterday, I didn't mean it... "

"I know. I know everything that passes through your mind, you little dickhead" he chuckled.

You searched for your clothes but opted to steal them from the bodies, at least you were not nude anymore.

"I know what you think about me, for real" Jhonny said as you tuck your feet in some old booths.

"You know it?" you asked still unstable, feeling your legs like jelly.

"Yeah... That's why I fight all your nightmares away" he said lighting a cigarette.

"Johnny I-" you begin but the man interrupted your words.

"You don't need to voice your thoughts, V" a puff of smoke escaped his lips.

"Are you just telling me this to get in my panties, right? " you joked.

"Girl, right now, you are not even wearing them" he grinned.

#cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #Johnny + V #johnny silverhand #Fix #fanfic #jhonny silverhand x V #JxV #Reader is V #cyberpunk v #cyberpunk johnny #my writing #Johnny silverhand x you #johnny silverhand x reader

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter sixteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa, @frieschan

The day finally came that Yoongi had to drive back to Seoul for a work meeting. He kept putting it off until Kiwo was settled into the villa in Busan, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to take her with. 

‘Settled’ wasn’t the right word, per se. The little was constantly grumpy, in a mood, and fought Yoongi at any chance she could. Kiwo was the ultimate tsundere at the moment- from the corner of his eye, Yoongi would see her staring at him curiously, but the moment he looked at her that stare would turn into a glare and a “fuck you.” 

Of course, the rest of the boys thought it was the cutest thing ever. They were never on the receiving end. 

Once his bag was packed and double checked, Yoongi leaned over the bed to give Kiwo a soft kiss on the forehead. She let out a small groan before rolling over, not liking being disturbed in her sleep.

Last night, Yoongi broke the news to her that he would have to leave for the weekend. Kiwo took it well, but Yoongi could tell that she felt anxious over him leaving her. He figured leaving quickly in the morning before she could even wake up would be best to avoid a meltdown. 

Seokjin sat at the kitchen table, a warm coffee in his hands. He gave Yoongi a soft smile. In return, Yoongi tried to smile, but it wavered with anxiety. 

“She’ll be fine, Yoongi.”

“If something happens let me know. I just hope she doesn’t give you guys any trouble.”

Jin chuckled between sips of his coffee. “You act as if Jimin and Taehyung are completely innocent.”

Yoongi gave one last look at Seokjin before heading out the door. The sun was just rising, casting a red haze over the sky. 

“I don’t wanna study Korean,” Kiwo whined, throwing herself backwards so she now laid on her back. She formed a small fist before hitting it onto the carpet. 

Namjoon sighed. He flipped to the next page and held it out to Kiwo. 

“Can you read this story for me?” He asked, trying his best to hide his frustration. It had been a half hour and they were only on the second page of the lesson. 

Kiwo took the book and rolled over onto her stomach. She placed the book on the floor in front of her before she started reading.

”언니랑 거실에서 텔레비전일 봤어요. 언니는 드라마를 좋아해요. 저는 뉴스를 좋아해요.”

”Can you tell me what she was doing?” Namjoon asked. 

“Watching TV, duh.”

Kiwo continued to read the passage with Namjoon interrupting ever so often to make sure she understood what she was saying. 

“언니랑 싸우면 항상 제가 져요.”

”What does she lose?”

Kiwo let out a sigh before pushing the book away from her. She laid her head on the floor, facing away from Namjoon. 

It was too early in the morning to be studying, but Namjoon took her aside as soon as she finished her breakfast to have a study session in the library. Usually her and Yoongi would study after lunch, and he would always read to her instead of the other way around like Namjoon does. Kiwo didn’t like it one bit. 

Namjoon kept talking to her, but Kiwo just kept ignoring him. She was much more focused on tracing the wood patterns on the wall with her eyes. 

“How’s it going in here?” Seokjin asked, popping his head in the doorway with a smile. Namjoon gave him a sheepish smile while Kiwo continued to be lost in her head. 

Walking into the room, Seokjin sat down next to Kiwo and leaned over so they were face to face. The girl blinked, her eyes now focused on Seokjin. 

“Are you behaving for Namjoon oppa?” He asked. When he got no response other than just a wide eyed look, he continued on. “It’s already been over a half hour, you could’ve been done by now if you did your work.”

Kiwo rolled her eyes before sitting back up. She turned to reach for the book when she felt a hand firmly grasp her chin. Looking like a deer in headlights once her eyes landed back on Jin, the older man had a hard time keeping his serious demeanor at Kiwo’s adorable expression. 

“You will not disrespect me. Is that clear?” Seokjin said, letting go of Kiwo’s chin. He waited for a response, only to have Kiwo turn back to the book and shuffle closer to Namjoon. 

“No, no.” Once again, Seokjin grabbed Kiwo by the chin to make her face him. “I need a verbal answer, Kiwoie.”

”Yes, oppa.” Kiwo said softly. She couldn’t look Seokjin in the face and shrunk in on herself, suddenly becoming aware of how she was behaving. Seokjin smiled, satisfied with Kiwo and her answer. 

“Alright,” he said, lifting Kiwo up and into his lap. “Let’s work on this assignment so we can be done.”

Jungkook sat on the couch, Switch controller in his hand as he played a fighting game on the television. He threw the controller down on his lap, frustrated at losing yet another online match. 

Taehyung came down the stairs, eyes widening with happiness as he spotted Jungkook. 

“Kookie!” He exclaimed, rushing over to the couch and taking a seat next to the younger. “I’m so glad you’re back. It’s been too long.”

”It’s been three days, hyung.”

”Still…”

Jungkook handed Taehyung the unused Joycon as the two played against each other. They were a very competitive duo, with each other trying to sabotage to other and hurling vicious curses at each other. They both knew it was all in good fun, though. 

Taehyung let out a sigh, leaning closer to Jungkook. 

“I know you’re not here because of something other than work, y’know.” Taehyung said sadly. “I just want to know why you avoid us.”

”I’ve been seeing my parents a lot more since we’re in Busan,” Jungkook clarified, still not wanting to say the real reason out loud. He debated whether or not to say more, but it eventually came out in his ramblings. 

“And Kiwo, I just… I feel bad. I’m the reason she’s in this situation, and I couldn’t handle hearing her cry about wanting to go home.”

The two were silent for a moment, neither not knowing exactly what to say. It wasn’t a secret that Kiwo was kidnapped, but knowing that all seven of them are complicit in it left an unsettling feeling in all of them. Whenever they would hear Kiwo cry and scream about going home, they were reminded that what they did wasn’t okay. But on the other hand, Kiwo looked so content and happy cuddling with Yoongi or playing a game with Taehyung that it almost felt worth it. 

“It’s not your fault, Kookie. We’ve done much worse, anyways.” Taehyung tried to console his friend, but found it hard when he also felt guilty. 

Jungkook closed out of the video game before standing up. “All of this is going to explode in our faces eventually. It’s not going to end well.”

He grabbed his jacket and left the villa.

Hoseok had rearranged the entire living room for Jimin and Kiwo to play musical chairs. Since it felt like they were mortal enemies, having them play together seemed like the best way to get them to get along. 

Besides, it gave Hoseok and Taehyung an excuse to play musical chairs. 

Hoseok placed four floor cushions on the ground in a neat circle. They were all decently spread out to avoid any injuries, especially since Namjoon would be playing with them. Seokjin sat on the couch, now located in front of the front door, with his phone in his hand. He snapped a quick picture to send to Yoongi before going back to his music app. 

A fun children’s song started playing. Jimin and Taehyung playfully danced and laughed around the pillows. Namjoon held Kiwo on his hip as he and Hoseok made funny dances and faces to make Kiwo laugh. Seokjin paused the music and everyone rushed to sit down on a pillow. Namjoon placed a giggling Kiwo down on a pillow, declaring himself as out. 

“Joonie hyung’s out!” Jimin said, giggling over the fact that he was the first one out, because of course it was him. 

Namjoon went over to Seokjin on the couch, sitting down on his smaller boyfriend’s lap. Jin let out a grunt but carried on with the music nevertheless. 

The game continued on, with Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok dancing around the circle while Kiwo watched. Seokjin let out a chuckle before calling out to Kiwo. 

“Kiwoie, you’re supposed to walk around the circle!” 

Kiwo simply stared back at Seokjin, still smiling and giggling from the sight before her. Shaking his head, Jin stopped the music. Once Kiwo didn’t get a seat she would learn the rules of the game. 

Only she did get a seat. Kiwo managed to simply walk over to an empty pillow and sit down on it while Taehyung and Hoseok fought over the one across from it. As neither Taehyung nor Hoseok could fully sit on the pillow, Jimin declared both of them out. 

Once it was down to Jimin and Kiwo, everyone began to sweat over what could possibly happen. Everything was going well so far- both of them had a smile on their face as the game went on. Jimin confidently walked around the circle, his eyes never leaving the pillow. Kiwo, on the other hand curiously watched Jimin as Hoseok gently pushed her around the pillow. 

The song ended, and both littles ran straight for the floor cushion. Jimin managed to sit down first, giggling as he did so. Kiwo, on the other hand, stood in front of Jimin, her face blank as she realized he took the only seat. 

“Yay, Jimin!”

“Jimin won!”

Jimin stared up at Kiwo with a smirk. Kiwo just continued to stare back blankly, before lifting up her leg and kneeing Jimin right in the nose. 

A string of “Kiwo!”s came out of everyone’s mouths as they witnessed what the girl did. Jimin’s laughter soon turned to crying as he held his bleeding nose in his hand. Everyone rushed towards the two, making sure Jimin was okay and Namjoon carrying him into the bathroom once they realized how serious the bleeding was. Hoseok and Taehyung followed, leaving Seokjin behind with Kiwo. 

Jin stared down at Kiwo with an unimpressed expression. Kiwo could only keep her head down as the elder grabbed her by the ear and dragged her into her bedroom. Once the two were inside, Seokjin let go of her and closed the door. 

“What was that about, little girl?” Seokjin asked as he took a seat in front of the bed on the ottoman. He had to take many deep breaths to keep his voice even and low, trying to control his temper.

”I don’t know…” Kiwo whispered. Jin could barely hear her, but wasn’t satisfied with what he could hear. 

“‘I don’t know’ isn’t a satisfactory answer, Kiwo.”

”I-I don’t know!” Kiwo began to cry slightly. She dug her fingernails into her arms as her body shook with nerves and fear. Seokjin tried his best not to cave in once he saw the tears pooling in her eyes. 

He took another deep breath before patting his lap. 

“I think you deserve a spanking for what you’ve done, don’t you?” 

Kiwo cried harder and shook her head. She tried to back away but Jin grabbed her before she could be out of his reach. He yanked her closer to him before laying her over his lap. He pulled down her sweatpants and panties enough to expose her bare butt and sit spots. Before he spoke, he placed a hand on Kiwo’s back to keep her in place. He held one wrist back to stop her from continuing to hurt herself.

“Do you know why you’re getting this spanking, Kiwo?” 

The little let out a sob, going completely limp as she spoke up. “I h-hurt Jimin oppa.”

“Yes, yes you did. Why shouldn’t you hurt people?”

”It’s not- it’s not nice!”

”Good girl.” Jin said before starting the spanking. Kiwo was limp the entire time, not fighting back as she knew she did something naughty. Seokjin tried his best to remain stoic and posed, but he would be lying if he said hearing Kiwo’s cries didn’t make him want to stop and cuddle her to make the tears stop. 

Seokjin counted 25 spanks in his head, spread out across her bare butt and top of her thighs. Once it was over, Seokjin pulled up her panties and completely removed her sweatpants- they were too harsh of a material on her sore bottom. Besides, her oversized shirt would cover her butt well enough. He let her cry out for a moment as he rubbed her back. 

“Shhh, you’re okay, it’s over honey.” Seokjin cooed as he picked her up and placed her on his lap. Kiwo clung onto him, resting her head against his shoulder as she cried. Eventually Seokjin stood up with Kiwo on his hip. He walked over to the other end of the bed where one of Kiwo’s pacifiers lay and popped it in her mouth. 

“Daddy, daddy,” Kiwo cried out. Seokjin froze for a second, realizing she was calling out for Yoongi. He never heard Kiwo refer to Yoongi as ‘Daddy’ however. 

“Oh, sweetie, you want your Daddy?” Seokjin cooed, bouncing Kiwo slightly. She nodded her head yes and let out another teary, hiccupy cry. “We’ll call your Daddy after you apologize to Jimin, how about that?”

The two exited the bedroom and walked towards the bathroom. Namjoon and Hoseok watched pitifully as the two went into the bathroom where Taehyung was cleaning up Jimin. 

“Okay, baby, what do you say to Jimin oppa?” Seokjin prompted Kiwo. Jimin sat on the sink counter while holding a wet paper towel to his nose. Taehyung stood next to Jimin, running a hand through his fluffy hair with a small smile. 

“I sorry Minnie oppa,” Kiwo cried out. Seokjin and Taehyung swore they almost died from just how cute it was. Jimin nodded his head before leaning into Taehyung. Feeling rejected more, Kiwo buried her face into Seokjin’s shoulder and cried more. 

Realizing this wasn’t going anywhere, Seokjin gave Taehyung a small smile before leaving the bathroom. 

“Awh, Kiwoie,” Hoseok feigned a frown and held his hands out to hold Kiwo. “You made me sad, I need some baby cuddles.”

Seokjin placed Kiwo on Hoseok’s lap while he went to grab his phone from Namjoon. Kiwo continued to cry out for her Daddy, causing Hoseok to shush her and rock her back and forth. Jin quickly dialed Yoongi’s number, who picked up before the second ring. 

“Hyung? What’s up?” Yoongi asked. As soon as he heard the cries in the background, he grew frantic. “What happened?”

”Well, Kiwo hurt Jimin and got a spanking…” Seokjin said, trailing off as he watched Kiwo cry harder and reach out for him. Her pacifier popped out of her mouth from the force of her screams, and Seokjin bent down to place it back in her mouth. “I think it’s best for you to talk to her instead.”

Seokjin handed the phone to Kiwo after placing it on speaker phone.

”Daddy, daddy,” Kiwo cried harder upon hearing Yoongi’s voice. 

“Oh, baby, were you naughty?” Yoongi cooed sadly. While he couldn’t see, Yoongi knew that Kiwo nodded- she wasn’t very good at verbal communication. 

“You know better than to hurt Jiminie. What happened?”

”I-I wanted to win, Daddy.” Kiwo said sadly, hiccuping mid-sentence. 

“We we’re playing musical chairs and Kiwo knee’ed Jimin in the face because she lost.” Hoseok clarified for Yoongi. 

“Ah, I see. You were upset, weren’t you?”

”Yeah.”

”Baby, you can’t hurt people when you’re upset. You know better.” Yoongi felt his heart breaking at Kiwo’s cries and him not being there to comfort her. 

“Did Seokjinnie oppa spank you?”

“Yeah, Daddy.”

“Awh, you poor thing. It hurt, didn’t it?”

“Y-yeah.” Kiwo’s cries slowly subdued as she heard more of Yoongi’s soothing voice. She cuddled under Hoseok chin as she hiccuped and sobbed occasionally. 

Yoongi continued to soothe the little until he could no longer hear any big sobs. He instructed the little to give the phone back to Jin, who took it and took it off speaker phone. 

“Hyung, make sure you give her her bottle of plain water before you put her down. She needs an early bedtime and I don’t want her dehydrated. The bottle should be in the kitchen cupboard.”

”Alright, Yoongs. We’ve got it all handled,” Seokjin confirmed, comforting and consoling Yoongi as he couldn’t be here to handle it himself. 

”I think Hobi’s got his hands full,” Namjoon chuckled at the sight in front of him. Hoseok was reclined in the big living room chair with Kiwo and Jimin on his lap. Both of them straddled one thigh each with their heads against Hoseok’s chest. Hoseok had his eyes closed as he held Kiwo’s bottle for her and rubbed his other hand on Jimin’s chest. Hoseok had his eyes closed while Jimin and Kiwo’s own eyes were barely open. The littles were dead set on watching Moana and were fighting off sleep to finish the movie. 

“It must be hard being a single mom. Especially when you’re a man and you have no kids,” Taehyung snickered out. 

“I would be the best mom,” Hoseok slurred out mid-sleep. Jimin let out a small chuckle. 

“Mama Hobi hyung,” Jimin said. Hoseok felt himself cringe both inside and out. 

“Never say that again.”

”’ama Hobi h’un’,” Kiwo mumbled behind her bottle, causing both her and Jimin to go into a giggling fit. 

“Aigoo, don’t get her started, Jimin!”

#bts fanfic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #mafia au #bts little space #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bts #vminhope #namjin #my house of stone your ivy grows

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love Through the Pages | Chapter 7

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Synopsis: Bob Floyd isn’t the man you typically find in a love story. His awkward mannerism and unusual ways don’t make him the typical heart throb, but Bob certainly has his charms. He finds love in an unexpected place when he finds a hidden message in a book that changes his life for ever. He meets the girl of his dreams but true love is not always an easy road and can they survive the ups and downs that life throws at them.

Warnings: 18+, potential slow burn, mentions of injuries and hospitals, language, smut, 18+, swearing. Nothing too specific for this chapter.

Your hands glided over the silky red fabric, smoothing out the creases. You’d been staring at yourself in the mirror for the past 5 minutes, willing yourself to grab your jacket and leave your apartment. You felt so self-conscious as your hands slid over your curves, the low v-cut neckline showing off more cleavage than you thought was appropriate for a bookshop opening night. Slipping on your heels, you clicked down the hallway, sweeping up your jacket and purse. You let out a deep breath before pulling open the door and heading out into the cool night. Your apartment was two blocks from the shop and you made it there in record time, ready to help Bradley set up any last-minute bits.

Once inside you popped up to Bradley’s apartment, dropping off your bag and coat before going back down the stairs. Bradley was talking to the band who had just arrived. You spotted Natasha there too and made your way over to see her.

“Hey Nat, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew Bradley.”

She laughed, “I don’t know Bradley. My girlfriend’s in the band.” She said, pointing towards her. The girl was of average height with brown hair. She was smiling and chatting with Bradley.

“Her name is Sophie,” Nat said, smiling over at her.

“Oh, I’ll have to go and introduce myself.” You and Nat continued chatting until Bradley and Sophie came over.

“Hey Sophie, it’s so lovely to meet you. I’ve been working with Nat for 2 years and I’ve heard so much about you.” Sophie blushed slightly, her nose wrinkling and she laughed. “Not too much I hope.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve only told them the good things,” Nat said, linking her arm around her girlfriend.

The night went by quickly, the band playing softly creating a calming atmosphere and the dim lights casting an ambient glow across the room. Bradley and Jake had been chatting in the corner for what felt like hours, sharing soft kisses when they thought no one was looking. Bradley held Jake close as he wobbled slightly, laughing like children. You watched them smiling, Bradley looked so happy. You’d not seen him this happy in a long time.

“They look good together,” a strange voice spoke from behind you. Turning around you came face to face with a friendly-faced man. His blond hair was neatly kept and his silver-framed glasses balanced precariously on the bridge of his nose. He smiled shyly at you, his cheeks dusted with a light pink glow. You smiled sweetly at him, following his gaze to where Bradley and Jake were laughing together.

“They really do.” You turned back to him. “So do you like reading?”

“Umm… I'm not a big reader but recently something has changed. A book I read changed me and I loved every second of it.” You nodded at him knowingly. You understood that feeling, immersing yourself in another world, somewhere you could lose yourself if only for a little while. You chatted easily with the stranger, you laughed freely at his jokes. But you couldn’t help that growing feeling in your stomach that you were betraying the Code Breaker. The guilt inside you twisting, were you really betraying him? You’d never actually met him. He complimented your dress and you explained how Bradley had begged you to wear it. “He’s hoping I meet this guy I’ve been talking to,” you laughed. “I don’t normally wear things like this.” You tugged at the hem of the dress.

“Well if it’s any consolation I was hoping to be meeting a girl I’ve been talking to tonight. My friend, Jake, promised me she’d be here. He told me I shouldn’t wear my glasses to meet her. Apparently, they look like ‘birth control goggles’.” You laughed with him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

“Oh no. I think they look good. I like men with glasses.” You gave him a sweet smile, watching the pink hue spread across his cheeks. You felt a warm fuzzy feeling growing, something you had never felt before.

Suddenly there was a crash from behind you and you watched in horror as Jake tripped backwards into the piano Sophie was playing. Bradley tried to grab his hand but it slipped through his fingers and Jake crashed into the stage, laughing hysterically. Bradley laughed too but you couldn’t help but feel utterly embarrassed at your friends, who had just annihilated Natasha’s girlfriend’s performance.

“I’m so sorry I should go help them,” you rushed forward and the stranger followed you. You tucked your hands under Bradley’s arms and pulled him up, as he laughed. “I think Jake’s had too much to drink.”

“Yes I think so too,” you couldn’t help but smile as you watched the stranger help pull Jake up, supporting him against his side.

“I think we should get you home, Jake. Come on.” You helped him guide Jake toward the door, carefully weaving through the crowds of people. You sent Sophie an apologetic smile and she smiled back reassuringly.

When you reached the door, Jake turned, slurring a thank you to you before promptly bending over and vomiting on the pavement. You wrinkled your nose and made eye contact with the other man. You gave him a sympathetic smile as you hoisted Jake up. “I should get him home. Thank you for the lovely evening.” He grinned at you and you smiled back, the warm feeling spreading through you.

“No thank you. I had a lovely time…” you paused waiting for his response.

“Oh umm I’m, Bob,” he stuttered out, nervously. You went to reply but Jake leaned over and vomited down Bob’s leg. You watched as Bob screwed his face up as Jake started rambling apologies. You waved as he waddled off down the dimly lit street, Jake clinging tightly onto his arm.

You stepped back inside, shivering as the warm air hit your skin, causing goosebumps to flair up along the pale flesh. Bradley came over to you, he’d been talking to Sophie, and you hoped he’d apologized for Jake’s actions.

“Do you realize who you’ve been talking to all evening?”

“Yeah, it’s Bob,” you said, matter of factly.

“Oh, I’m so glad you realized, I thought I was going to have to spell it out,” Bradley sighed with relief but you just stared blankly at him.

“Realised what?”

“It was Bob,” Bradley said, raising an eyebrow at you. Why was he repeating something you’d already said? “Code Breaker Bob.” Your eyes widened as Bradey spoke and you looked back around to the door he’d just walked through.

“You mean you're telling me I’ve been speaking to him all evening and you didn’t tell me!” You explained, smacking Bradley lightly on the arm. He feigned injury, but just laughed at you.

“Honestly, sometimes I wonder how you’ve lasted so long without me. Good job I got Jake to give me his number earlier.” He waved a crumpled piece of paper at you and you snatched it out of his hand quickly, glancing down at the ten-digit number Jake had scrawled across the page. His writing was nowhere as neat as Bob’s. You dashed up the straits for your phone. “You’re welcome,” Bradley called after you, but you had already disappeared.

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[friendlessghoul]

Why do you think that they (whoever was responsible) decided to make Buster first sound movie a story where he doesn't get the girl he loves and also ends up alone? I've watched Free and easy/ Estrellados and honestly, I felt really sad with that ending. Perhaps I'm just used to films where everything works out in the end, idk. Just curious about other people vision on this one.

Free and Easy is such a hard movie for Buster fans to watch. I've heard it's not as rough for those who are casual watchers or aren't as invested. Most fans also do not like the ending, finding it very bizarre that he would not get the girl. What kind of ending is that? What was the point? She gets with the jerk?

To be honest, she doesn't deserve Elmer. But there are a few that do enjoy the fact that he does not get the girl, *something different* (sorry I disagree).

The ending is sad. You just feel bad for the guy who has done everything for this girl, and she's blind to it all and gets with the jerk. (Is this a, nice guys always finish last, type situation? Women always like the bad guys etc. etc.)

As with Everything, I think context needs to be explained. What was happening before and during filming, to get a better idea. (Which means this is very long and I'm so very sorry)

While Thalberg supervised Buster's films, it was during the filming of Spite Marriage that he passed the responsibility to his new brother-in-law who was a former publicist, Lawerance Weingarten (formerly producing Tim McCoy westerns). Thalberg was still the producer, but Weingarten was uncredited handling day-to-day responsibilities (Curtis, A Filmmakers Life, pg 366) Weingarten had little experienced with script development, and nearly none in talkies. Thalberg was distracted. What eventually happened was lots of ideas that were hopeless, but many of them were considered and then abandoned because Weingarten had little sense of what he was doing. "And it wasn't only the twenty-two writers who were eager to help me out. The executives and studio big shots also turned into gagmen overnight, adding greatly to the confusion. With so much talk going on, so many conferences, so many brains at work, I began to lose faith for the first time in my own ideas" - Buster Keaton Curtis, A Filmmakers Life, pg 386)

Then came the constant script changes. May, Thalberg and Weingarten briefly settled on a musical-comedy -His Royal Highness. A month later Ed Sedgwick dictated an original of his own- The Three Act. Richard Schayer was brought on to write the scenario, which took two rounds of revisions by the time Thalberg Okayed it. But it still wasn't right. Schayer had to come up with an entirely new story line, incomplete draft in Sep. Then another story line was developed in early Oct, then they changed it yet again. Which was finalized in Nov 22. Buster was regarded as an actor, writer, director, or creative team (sometimes not allowed to do stunts as well). (Curtis, Pg 387) Weingarten lacked an understanding of Buster's screen character or the qualities that made his comedies unique. Saying "If Buster Keaton had been still a big commercial thing for Joe Schenck, he wouldn't have turned him over to MGM" then saying "We found stories and if they suited...they might not suit one, they'd suit the other, or we make them suit"(pg 388) - Buster was, to me, the one they chose to 'make suit'. When talkies started, the way they casted was different, they really only cared about how someone sounded on film. Which is the primary reason Anita Page was chosen for Free and Easy. While they were filming Free and Easy, the script was incomplete, and they were fixing the dialogue as they went. They were often sitting around waiting for dialogue to be written.

As far as I can tell, there really is no explanation as to why they chose what they chose (there might be some information out there, I just haven't seen it. Anyone can chime in with that.) I know Buster never spoke about the movie once filming was done. Buster was MGMs only comedian. They had no clue what they were doing, and they wouldn't listen to Buster. Weingarten for whatever reason, seemed to think he, who had no experience, thought Buster incapable. With his comment about Joe Schenck passing him to MGM because he wasn't a money maker, it appeared that he thought he could do better. They loved to tell him that his talkies made more money than his silents, therefor meant that they knew what they were doing, and he didn't (and it totally wasn't because talkies were new, and people wanted to hear what everyone sounded like). Like Buster said, it made him question himself and his ability. I've seen comments about how ironic it is that he's a puppet on strings (which is one of the hardest parts to watch), and how his character loses everything that he cared for (what was happening IRL). That it was MGMs way of saying- you're ours now. Maybe it was because of the absolute chaos that was the script and lack of experience. The too many cooks in the kitchen. I'm not really sure what the answer is. I know many people have their own opinions on it. (I have read many comments on forums that irritated me, and I had to stop reading :) )

I would say most people feel the same as you. We like that he gets the girl in the end, how could you not? You always root for his character to get the girl, and everything works out in the end. It's a way to escape and imagine everything will be fine in the end. Plus, it's Buster, you want the best for him.

I don't know if this has answered anything, if it gave you more insight, maybe confused you a bit (I tend to go on rants), but I hope it helped? I'm by no means an expert, and as always can be wrong. Anyone can always correct me, add information or add in their opinion.

#ask #i yammer on a lot #again sorry it took a bit of time #I wanted to try and look around for info but it was basically all the same stuff #and someone on IMDB gave it a 10/10 what a loon #free and easy

[bellysoupset]

Hello! Little flashback fic, trying to get back in my groove. TW: mentions of scat, bellyache, etc. Lucas cannot handle spicy food.

"You're a witch," Lucas whispered, as he watched the cute IT girl, Isabella, who sat in the chair he previously occupied retrieve his lost essay after the computer had blue screened on him.

"Most people would call me an angel," she sassed back, not bothering to hide her smile, "alright, I managed to get the last saved version, it may be a little corrupted, but at least you didn't lose pages of your work."

"Witchcraft," Lucas grinned, rolling the chair he was sitting on around her, "Oh, those little symbols are the corrupted part?"

"Yeah," she nodded, pointing at them, "I think it corrupted your accent marks..." She turned to frown at him, her eyes were very blue, striking against her tanned skin "was the paper not in English?"

"Subject was the French revolution," Lucas cleared up, explaining the sheer amount of accent empty squares appearing. She hummed under her breath, the clicking around.

"There, I made you a copy in the cloud, using your university email and it should be autosaving from now on," she smiled, "anything else?"

"No, no, you're just- You saved my life, Isabella" He opened his biggest smile, "really."

"Teaches you not to leave your assignment to the day before," she grinned and got up from the seat, "I have to run, other poor souls to help-"

"Oh yeah, go save the day," Lucas got up too, to sit back down on the chair she had just freed up, but instead he remained standing, smiling at her, "I think I'll pull an all nighther, so if you're around later..." he shrugged, opened a confident smile, "join me for a coffee?"

She raised an eyebrow, amused and impressed, not really bashful. He enjoyed it all the more, coy women weren't really his type.

"I can't, I'm sorry," she shook her head.

Ah, Lucas thought, trying not to let it show on his face how disappointed he was, "no worr-"

"Lunch tomorrow, though?"

His heart all but jumped to his throat and Luke nodded eagerly, "it's a date."

Then she blushed, rolling her eyes and leaning in to write her number on the edge of his open notebook on the table, "Call me Bella, by the way."

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"A date?" Vince repeated as they finished showering right after training, the day after, "...I thought you didn't do dates."

Lucas frowned, "what?" he finished lacing up his shoes, "why?"

"Well, I've never seen you go on a date. Ever. And you look like that," his friend, who was very quickly shaping to be his best friend despite them only have met at the start of the year, squinted at him, studying him up and down.

Luke chuckled, rolling his eyes, "very convoluted way of saying I'm hot, but I'll take the compliment," he shrugged, getting up and patting Vin's shoulder, "not all of us are whores like you, man, that's all."

"I'm simply enjoying life," Vince announced proudly, "so you've asked out the IT girl? The cute one with the pink bangs and the glasses?"

"No, not that one," Lucas waited patiently for his friend to join, "the smoking hot ginger?"

Vince stared at him, amused, "the smoking hot ginger?" he repeated in his best imitation, "sorry man, never saw a smoking hot ginger with the IT guys."

"She might be new then," Lucas shrugged, "because she's hard to miss."

"Oh," Vince jumped to his feet, pushing Luke towards the locker room doors, "you're smitten already! That's soooo cute!"

"Shut up, Vin," Lucas laughed, shoving his friend right back.

He hadn't taken any chances, not only Lucas had texted Bella that same night to make sure he had the right number, but again that morning, asking her to pick a restaurant.

It was much to his dismay, however, when the following text came in halfway through his second period class: "Bella: what do you think of the Bandoleiros? it's just off the campus and they have a mean fajita."

"Shit," Lucas mumbled and Vince, sitting next to him and staring ahead to the lecture, looked at him.

"What?"

Luke turned his phone around and Vince read the last text, then let out an amused smile, "so are you going to tell her you can't handle spicy food at all or...?"

"Hell no," Lucas scoffed and Vince raised both his eyebrows.

"The wise decision, I see," he said sarcastically, "I'm guessing you won't be coming in tomorrow."

Luke rolled his eyes, "I'm not that bad, I'll just try and pick something mild..." he mumbled, as he texted back: Sounds great, meet you there?

Bella looked even hotter out of the IT uniform. Instead of the deep red button up and black trousers, she was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a cropped top full of holes and with the sporty bra strap showing and boots that could probably be classified as a weapon.

He didn't regret this date at all.

And from the way her smile only grew as he walked towards her, neither did she.

Bella had already picked them a table and she took his hand in hers, all confident, as she guided him inside.

"Such a gentleman," she teased as he pulled the chair for her and Luke rolled his eyes, grabbing the belt loop of her mini skirt.

"Sit down, will you?"

She stared at him for a second, before putting her hand over his, "no need to get all caveman about it, Lucas," then she pushed him away from her, smiling the entire time.

"So what's your major?"

Making small talk with her was easy enough, she had a very acidic sense of humor that kept catching him by surprise and Luke quickly forgot what he was nervous about to begin with. It felt like he knew her.

She was a computer science major and had a full ride scholarship, also worked at the campus IT. If he couldn't tell by her top - He couldn't - she was also a huge music fan. Apparently whatever band that was displayed on her top was some obscure punk band.

"I don't really like music," he said, just a couple minutes after the waiter took their orders, Lucas discreetly trying to order the least spicy thing in the menu. Bella stared at him, then shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think this is going to work out. I should go," she teased, only to cause him to splutter on his iced tea.

"What- Why?!"

She rolled her eyes, sitting back down, still looking half amused, half shocked, "you don't like music? Like, at all?"

Lucas shrugged, "I guess? I'll listen to it if it's on, but I don't-"

"You don't have music on your phone?" she interrupted, reaching in, hands all grabby, "show me."

"That's private-"

"Show me," she pulled her chair, circling the table so they were shoulder to shoulder. Her hair smelled like strawberries, Lucas noticed vaguely, pushing an auburn curl away from her face and then fishing his phone out of his pocket.

True to his word, his Spotify had the grand total of 3 songs saved. Bella whistled under her breath, "how do you even... Live?"

"Judgy much?" he scoffed, going to retrieve his phone, just as she shook her head.

"No, no, you need some songs here," she started typing away, adding titles to his gallery and Lucas could barely fight his smile, "there, so you can give them a listen later and text me about it."

"I'm going to hate them," he warned, smugly, and she squinted at him.

"Doubt it."

Their orders arrived as he asked about her family and Bella made no effort to move her chair back to its original spot, much comfier sitting right next to him, whole body turned so she could look him in the face as they ate and chatted.

"Nah it's just me and my mom," she told him truthfully, "my dad was some gringo tourist, I don't think he ever knew about me."

"Gringo?" Lucas teased, trying to ignore the way his mouth was on fire. He thought he had been so smart ordering just the damn chicken fajitas. Five bites in and he was already second guessing himself.

"Yeah, well... You would be a gringo," she teased lightly, "so Lucas Atwood, your turn. Tell me about yourself."

He shook his head, chugging down his iced tea and filling up the glass once more. It made him hiccup and he blushed, while Bella giggled, taking the time to eat her own food.

"Uhm, I'm in the football team..."

"I could tell," she nodded, reaching in to wipe the hot sauce from the corner of his lip and sucking at her finger, "saw your jacket yesterday."

His face was on fire. Lucas cleared his throat, wincing as his stomach started churning, even though he had barely managed to get down half of his fajita, "I'm an only child too, like you."

"Do you like it?"

"No," he squeezed the napkin in his hand and fought the urge to burp, "it was lonely, coming to college and hanging out with the team... I was very lonely back then, I didn't even know."

Her eyes softened and he could tell she wanted to ask more, but his body picked that moment to send up another burp, one he couldn't help but rush to cover his mouth with a hand, seeing as he couldn't swallow it back down.

Bella snorted, amused, "excuse you."

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Lucas' cheeks burned and he was starting to sweat, "sorry, that was so rude... Uhm," he grimaced against the spiciness in the back of his throat, "what was I saying?"

"About your life back home," she reached in over his plate to grab the extra hot sauce, drenching her burrito with it and then holding it up for him in a wordless question.

Just glancing at it made Lucas feel vaguely nauseous, he shook his head again and grabbed his glass of iced tea, "so, yeah, it was very lonely back home..."

"Where are you from?" Bella frowned, "you speak as if it's far away..."

"No, not really," he wiped the sweat over his upper lip, swallowed in another burp, "just- Just went to boarding school, so-" his belly cramped and Lucas groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

When he opened them again, Bella had lowered her burrito and was staring at him, equal parts concerned and enthralled.

"Big guy such as yourself and half a fajita takes you out, Lucas?" she teased lightly, "please."

He scowled at her, "I'm sorry."

Seeing as clearly her humor was lost on him, her smiled wavered, "no, I'm sorry... I should've asked how well you liked spicy food... Uhm- Do you want to wrap this up...?"

His heart sank, he had absolutely blown their date. Lucas shook his head, refusing to believe it, "no, I'm fine-" as if to contradict him, his gut let out a loud whine, so loud that Bella heard it, eyebrows up, and she let out a sly whistle.

"Yeah, no," she shook her head, "you're clearly not feeling well, let's end this-"

"I'm so sorry," Lucas grumbled, while she gestured for the waiter for the check. Bella waved him off.

"It's not your fault..." she bit down on her lip, dark black lipstick be damned, "we can reschedule...?"

He wanted to feel triumphant over her not dropping him like hot shit, but talking about that... Just then Lucas felt a strong cramp hit his intestines and he whimpered, wrapping an arm around his gut, "Fuck..."

"Lucas, are you alri-"

He felt a gurgle head south and Lucas immediately pulled back, standing up in a jump and making a mad dash for the bathroom.

It burned, he thought as he collapsed down on the toilet, diarrhea making him lightheaded, all the while nausea still plagued him. He buried his face in his hands, burping wetly towards his lap and trying to keep down the half fajita he had managed to eat.

Such a fucking baby, he thought sourly, fifteen minutes later, as he managed to get up on shaky legs. His reflection was drenched in sweat, pale face, but his ear and neck red. He washed his hands, then his face and his mouth, for good measure. Bending down send up another wet burp and Lucas groaned, swallowing down the urge to puke, knowing it'd burn just as much coming up.

He didn't expect Bella to still be there once he got out, no one in their sane mind would be, and she wasn't. Still he felt a pang of disappointment.

"Hey," his voice sounded terrible, as he approached the cashier, "sorry about the scene. Uhm- Table eight-"

"Oh your girlfriend already paid the tab," the woman smiled sweetly at him, "I'm sorry you're feeling poorly hon, is there anything we can do to help?"

Fuck, not only he had mad dashed from the table, he had left the whole bill on her? Lucas was going to jump off a bridge. Whole face on fire he shook his head slowly, "no, thanks, that was on me for trying to handle spice when I really can't..." he slid a twenty dollars bill in their tip jar and smiled apologetically once more before heading out.

Much to his surprise, Bella wasn't gone. She was actually sitting on the hood of his car, ankles crossed and with a two white boxes next to her, a little plastic bag on her lap.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," she rolled her eyes, throwing the plastic bag at him, "there."

Lucas moved to lean on the car too, right next to her, and then blushed even more furiously as he saw a plastic bottle filled with little chalky mints. Tums.

"Bella, you shouldn't have," he groaned, really feeling like he was going to vomit now, if only out of sheer humiliation, "you already paid the bill-"

"Oh, but I'm stealing your fajita," she interrupted, a bright smile on, "I figured you wouldn't want it and my roommate fucking loves those."

He stared at her, surprised, before opening a small, shaky smile, "you're not pissed?"

"Over you getting sick?" Bella frowned, "I wish you had told me you can't handle spice, I was having a lot of fun before you bolted... But I'm not mad."

"I just didn't wanna blow it," Lucas pouted and she snorted.

"You blew it alright," Bella rolled her eyes, "c'mon, take your tums and let me drive you home."

He groaned, "you don't have to-"

"I know I don't," she jumped off the hood of the car, grabbing her to-go boxes, "c'mon, Luke."

He grumbled as he chewed on two of the chalky pastilles, getting on the passenger side of his own car after unlocking it and handing her the keys, "so no second date?"

"No," she rolled her eyes, "but you can try and make it up to me on another first date. You pick the place."

#sickfic #bellyache #upset belly #lucas atwood #mywriting #no emeto in this one but he definitely puked once he got home #also called vince just to whine

[jjaylove27]

True Love

Part Three

Y/N POV

Regina walks out of the room so I followed her while Emma and Killian talked.

"Hey Regina you said you remembered me?"

"Yes I did. I wish I could tell you more but that's not my place."

"I remember everything Regina. It's Kill that doesn't remember anything. I need the pages so hopefully he can remember. Please don't say anything I don't want to hurt him or Emma."

"I promise I won't say anything at all."

I nod and walk back into the living room. Emma looks at me and I nod my head. Regina came back in and did the spell then called Gold over saying they need to talk about business. We left and walked back to town we watched Gold leave the shop we waited a minute before we walked over to the shop. Emma bent down and took out something and opened the door.

EMMA POV

We got into the shop and started looking around. We have about 30 minutes before Gold comes back. I seen something gold flicker out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to it and found two page! I was about to shout out when I noticed what the picture was. It was Y/N and Hook kissing. Then I read part of the other page. "After years of Y/N and Killian hiding there feelings they finally kissed. Killian pulls back and says I love you my Sparrow."

"Emma did you find anything?"

I quickly fold the papers up and shove them in my pocket.

"No I didn't find anything."

So what does this mean then. That Hook and Y/N was together. Can't just show them this that could cause damage for Hook. Who knows what it could do to Y/N. I need to talk Snow about this. I look at my watch and realize we need to go.

"Hey guys we got to go. I'm sorry Y/N."

I lock the door back as we walk out. Hook rubs Y/N shoulder and gives her a sad smile. She just shrug's her shoulders and walks away.

"I'm gonna go talk to Snow about Y/N see if she knows anything."

Then I just walk away. I reach the apartment and walk in. Snow and David are sitting at the table eating and talking.

"Do you guys know anything about Y/N?"

"I remember being invited to her wedding but we didn't go. I don't remember who she was getting married to. Why do you ask?"

"Well we went looking for her pages out of the story book and I found these."

I showed them the pages that I found.

"Oh my gosh she was with Hook? Emma you have to give this to her. She deserves to know about Hook's and hers past."

I nod my head. I just got Hook I can't lose him already. What if it was just a simple kiss and that's it.

Y/N POV

I shook my head and walked away. Killian came running after me and put his hand on my back.

"Luv why don't we go back to the Jolly Roger and you can tell me some more story's about the Black Pearl hmm?"

I smiled and nod my head. We walked in silence to the Jolly Roger. We finally reached the Jolly Roger and I smiled. This is where we said I do. Where we had our first dance. We had our first kiss. We walked up the plank and I just looked around and smiled.

"So tell me more about our time together."

"You use to love to tease me about my last name being Sparrow. You would always whistle to get my attention. But you would never let anyone pick on me. There was one time dad had me cleaning the decks and one of the guys on the ship started picking on me. Saying girlys like me don't belong on ships. You heard him picking on me. You ran over and pushed him and said you don't pick on my little sparrow. He just shook his head and walked away."

He looked at me and smiled almost like he remembered that. He picked up his hook and moved a piece of hair put of my face. I blushed and moved away. I don't know how he always manages to make me blush. I walked over to the edge of the deck and looked out. I felt the ocean air hit my face and I felt home.

HOOK POV

I feel fondness for Y/N and I can't explain why. I remember that day I ended up beating that dude up after she went to bed. Made sure no one treated her wrong. She was like a little sister to me.

"I remember that day. You was like a little sister to me."

She looked up at me sad but then she smiled and nodded her head. We just sat there and talked. I told her more about the curse and what I did during that time and how I came to Story Brook.

"Well its getting late Kill so I'm gonna start heading back to Granny's but it was nice catching up to you."

Then she walked off the boat. I just sat there thought about everything that's happened why can she remember some stuff but not remember everything else. Why would Gold hate the Sparrow family? I feel like there is more to this.

#killian jones x reader #killian jones imagine #rooster x reader #once upon a time #emma swan #emma x killian #evil queen

[jvstheworld]

The Buffy Re-watch: S1E12 (part 1)

Prophecy Girl

The last episode of season 1. I ended up writing 9 pages (A5 Pages, I don't like writing on A4, A5 is just easier to hold and rest on my lap as I write), so this might be another 3 parter. Here goes:

First thing I noticed was that the sign for the Bronze changed after the last episode still had the fumigation sign on it.

Xander practicing asking Buffy out and using Willow is his practice person. Oh boy.

Buffy is off fighting, and she lands on her back/butt, then she pulls out a stake from the back of her waistband. How did she not get stabbed by it when she fell?

Giles really does put in some serious overtime as a Watcher. The man needs more of a life. But I get the importance of why he's putting in the extra the time.

Earthquake. According to The Master, a possible 5.1. Can someone explain to me how earthquakes are measured? We don't get them here in the UK, except for that one time in 2008? where we had a small one. I slept through it though.

Giles looks like shit, after finding out some very troubling news. As we saw in Episode 10, Giles' biggest fear is losing Buffy so her will try to do anything he can to prevent that from happening. He definitely has a father's love for her by this point.

Okay, here we go, Xander is asking out Buffy. He was direct and to the point, that's good, get's the message across.

THEN HERE IS WHERE HE RUINS!!! Buffy turns him down because she sees him as just a friend only. Her friendship is more important, more valuable than the possibility of starting an ill-fated with him that could ruin their friendship. He likes her ad asking her out was brave, don't have a problem with that. The problem is how he reacts to it. Buffy doesn't feel that same so it wouldn't make sense for her to say yes, that would be leading him on and would be wrong. She also has feelings for Angel and would cause problems there. Turning Xander down was the right thing to do in this situation. However, Xander's snipe 'I guess a guy's gotta be dead undead to make time with you?' was fucking uncalled for and cruel. You can't help who you fall for, but you do not get to punish someone because it's not you. When faced with rejection you accept what the person has said and move on. You don't ever act like an entitled asshole because they said no. And while Xander may have apologised for his little comment after Buffy rightfully calls him out for it, he doesn't mean it. He hates Angel and takes any opportunity to disparage him in front of whoever will listen. He says sorry to placate Buffy, but he doesn't actually regret saying it because he believes what he said. Rejection fucking sucks. Whether it's by friends, partners, jobs or university, it hurts. But it happens. It's a part of life and you need to get used to it, because if you always take it so hard and personally it will eat away at you and leave you bitter and angry at the world. If left like this your mental will be in tatters. Learn to accept rejection and move on. In Xander's case, he can either accept that Buffy's friendship is enough for him, or he can walk away if he can't accept it. To quote Billy Butcher from 'The Boys' (I love this show) 'Don't be a cunt.'

I'm going to leave it there for this part. I will have more to say about Xander in the next part, but it will mostly centre on Buffy. Part 2 tomorrow.

#buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #rupert giles #willow rosenberg #xander harris #buffy rewatch #tv show thoughts #prophecy girl #btvs s1

[litgwritersroom]

🎅SECRET SANTA🎅

We interrupt your regular Love Island, Actually programming for a Bobby announcement! The WR gals did a fun Secret Santa which we all kinda forgot about, but I went ahead with it after a few prompts triggered my creativity. Thank you @tammyisobsessedwith for the fantabulous idea - Enemies to Lovers with Bobby. So here's my best attempt!

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

Bobby / OC - 4100+ words - @mrsbsmooth

Note: This fic is being continued into a chaptered fic. Below are chapters 1 & 2.

Chapter 1 - So Many Bright Lights

The singer on stage hit his final note, and the backing track switched off. Hope, their band manager, nodded, and directed him off the stage, thanking him for coming and telling him they’d let him know. 

Jax stretched her legs under the desk, her tattered, defaced notebook losing its pages all over the top of it. The band’s name, JackSlut , graffitied by various markers and black pens on every page. 

She frowned even deeper than her regular, everyday frown.

“Jesus Christ, Hope, how many more of these have you lined up?” she whispered. 

“Another few,” she grimaced. “But… you can take a quick break before the next one? He’s running late.”

Kassam and Seb groaned their approval, and the three of them got to their feet as Hope tried to tidy up the papers around the table. Jax pointed a warning finger at her, and she backed off, laughing, with her hands raised. 

No one touches Jax’s shit.

They walked through the waiting room, prompting a gasp from the seemingly starstruck hopefuls. Jax caught a few of their eyes as she strode past and didn’t like the look of any of them. Bunch of pale, white dudes with zero personality. 

Jax kicked the door open, lighting up before she got outside, exhaling smoke into the freezing air, watching the smug fucks in business suits walk past the club entrance toward Kings Cross Station.

“That last one was… something,” Seb laughed, flicking his custom lighter onto his cigarette, before lighting Kassam’s for him too. “What was his name? Rocco?”

Kas hit the upnod as a thanks. “Was fuckin’ shit.”

Jax just rolled her eyes. “Told you from the second he walked in. He looked like a fuckwit. Who shows up to an audition without a shirt on?”

Kas smirked. “Honestly, thought he was gonna bust out Wonderwall by the looks of him.”

She and Seb laughed, as they continued poking fun at the auditions they’d had so far. 

“Only good one was that girl this morning. Cherry? She’s it for me at the moment. But we’ll have to do a few songs with Angie as well so we can get everyone on the same page.”

The guys both nodded their agreement. But before long, it was time to go back in. They sighed, and Jax reached for the door, opening it for them.

“Heyyyy , looks like I’m in the right place!” a voice called from behind. 

Jax turned around, and did a complete double-take. 

A boy jogged up behind her, and she furrowed her brow at him. He was absolutely not in the right place.

Sparkly clean, beanie with pom-pom, cheeky smirk, freckles, dimples, the whole fuckin’ works. His lips were so full, like a pretty girl’s as the smile stretched across his face. And what helped the least, was the giant, unicorn-themed baked good plastered across his obnoxiously purple hoodie.

“I don’t think so, Cupcake,” she stared at him coldly. 

“Ahh,” he winked. “Don’t judge a book by its cover, lassie.”

A frown of contempt crossed her already annoyed face as he winked. He winked. She had allowed exactly one person ever to wink at her. So unless Albie, the homeless fella on her street had suddenly aged down 60 years, this dude needed to back the fuck up.

“Don’t wait up for me, lass,” the guy smirked. “I’ll get changed and meet ya in a bit.”

She shook her head, and turned her back on him, not making much effort to catch up with Kas and Seb. But when she did, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

“The fuckin’ nerve of that guy?” she scoffed. “Hope, honestly, where’d you find these fuckers?”

She shrugged, exasperated. The others laughed, as Seb and Kas poked fun at the fuckers in the waiting room when Hope suddenly checked her phone and smiled. 

“Ahhhh! Okay, he’s here. I’m really excited about this one.” 

Jax picked up her two pens, and drummed out an annoyed rhythm on the desk in front of her, before Kas started air-guitaring next to her. Seb looked at them both to shut up, and they laughed. 

“Here we are!” Hope grinned, “Okay, so his name’s Bobby McKenzie. Recently the frontman for Paisley Cuddle , who opened for Seventh Heaven in the Euro arm of their world tour last year, but recently broke up.”

“Paisley Cuddle? Holy shit,” Seb gasped. “They’re huge.”

Jax sat up straighter. She knew their sound. She wasn’t as big a fan of theirs as Seb was; she’d always felt their drummer was overrated. But Kas and Seb were both frothing at the mouth to get a glimpse of the apparently-oh-so-talented Bobby McKenzie.

“I heard he was the reason they broke up,” Kas whispered.

“That he fucked the bassist's girlfriend? Yeah, I heard that too. He’s still a great singer though.”

Jax scowled into her notebook, as the guys smartly stopped talking. 

If that was the kind of guy Bobby McKenzie was, then she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. But as Hope opened the door, she could barely help but laugh. 

Because who should walk through it, but Cupcake. 

Jax was so focussed on the hoodie, that it took her a minute to notice the rest of him had changed dramatically. Nose ring. Eyebrow ring. Two lip rings, and countless earrings, replaced with expertise and speed. The beanie was gone, and in its place, sharp faded sides, and dark, floppy dreads that damn near covered one of his eyes. She hadn’t noticed the jeans before, nor the giant black doc martens. Those were women’s jeans; she had the same ones at home. 

A smudge of eyeliner, a flash of his warning-coloured eyes in her direction, the tiny hint of smooth, brown skin revealed as he peeled his sickeningly-sweet hoodie from his ripped black t-shirt. 

And suddenly it made sense. The beanie. The hoodie. 

He was trying not to be recognised . 

Fuck , he was hot. But hot wasn’t the right word - there was something too normal about it. He was hot in the way that an open flame was hot. Like a thermonuclear bomb was hot. He was fucking dangerous . Alarm bells rang in her head before she even finished taking him in, warning bells and sirens and air horns. 

Do. Not. Touch.

He winked at her again, looking her up and down like a hungry dog. “Hi, Lass, long time no see?”

Seb and Kas both looked at her in surprise, and she rolled her eyes. “We met outside five minutes ago.”

“I wouldn’t say met,” he smirked, strutting toward her, and extending his hand. “Bobby.”

She rolled her eyes for the third time since she’d met him, and sighed as she shook it. “Jax.”

“Aye, I knew that, just wanted to hold your hand for a bit.”

It took her by surprise, but she didn’t laugh; she wasn’t the laughing type, but he didn’t seem bothered as she ripped her hand from his, crossing them under her arms instead. He greeted Kas and Seb, who were both starstruck by him, and he grinned at them with a friendly warmth that she wasn’t offered. 

“Alright, Bobby,” Kas smiled. “What’re you singing?”

“Somethin’ a bit different to what you’ve probably been hearin’ today if that’s alright?”

And he winked at her again.

Smug fucker.

He nodded at Hope, who grinned, and an oddly familiar guitar riff started up from the backing vocals. She’d heard it somewhere before, but couldn’t put her finger on where. It was haunting. It was beautifully arranged. She watched him with vague disinterest as he picked up the mic, and her eyebrows furrowed. 

Because as his gaze fell on her, she suddenly recognised the song. 

“Nice to - meet you - where you - been?” he sang. 

Taylor motherfucking Swift?

The first few lines were relaxed. Teasing. Lazy. But as a heavy metal riff came in on the track, everything about Bobby seemed to come alive. His stance, his energy, the way he held the mic - as the tempo built, so did he. As the riff thrashed, so did he, his dreads hypnotic as they followed his head. His screaming tenor suited the cover perfectly, not a hint of strain in his voice as he hit the high notes, the deep gravel of his low notes so crystal clear she could hardly believe what she was hearing. His stage presence was unlike anything she’d ever seen, he was born for it, moving across their makeshift one as if he was playing to an audience of 60,000. He was incredible , in talent, in look, in vibe, shit. Shit.

He was everything they’d been looking for. 

But everything about him was screaming absolutely fucking not. Every time he looked at her, it was like he was drawing her in, and she suddenly figured out how Paisley Cuddle had sold out every one of their shows since the early days. 

It was him .

“Cause’ I know you love the players, and I love the game,” he screamed, the effortless control in his voice leaving her completely speechless.

Every line was like another warning, and boy, was she listening. She glared at him, but it only seemed to spur him on. He rounded on her again, drawing her in with his gaze, singing the chorus in a way that made her want to slap him - flirting with her as if he knew her, as if he wanted her.

“'Cause we're young, and we're reckless, we'll take this way too far, It'll leave you breathless, or with a nasty scar, Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane, But I've got a blank space, baby- And I'll write your name.”

He dragged a finger across his heart at her, and she rolled her eyes, inspecting her fingernails, as the song finally drew to a close. Seb and Kas couldn’t contain their excitement, jumping to their feet and rushing him on the stage, Jax completely shocked by the overwhelming reaction by the two extremely unanimated guys. She sat in her chair, crossed her arms, and frowned. 

“Jax, come on!” Seb grinned. “You can’t say that wasn’t the best one we’ve had all day.”

She shrugged. “I still prefer Cherry.”

Bobby laughed, as if he’d seen this coming, and nodded his head. “Aye, ‘course you do; I’ve heard her sing. She’s got a great voice.”

Hope swept Bobby into her arms, and led him toward the door. 

“We’ve got to keep going, Bobby, but I can guarantee , you’ll be hearing from us soon.”

Bobby nodded, and pulled his obnoxious violet cupcake hoodie back on, throwing the hood up over his hair, and Jax frowned to herself. A final glance over his shoulder, and he shot her one last wink. 

And Jax felt a searing rage build in her stomach. 

She hated him.

Chapter 2 - they cast a shadow

“He’s disrespectful, he’s rude, he was late , he treated the audition like a joke, and he struts around like he shits diamonds. He fucked one of his bandmate’s girlfriends and broke the whole band apart, so he clearly doesn’t think about anyone but himself, and he’s honestly just a complete and total wanker. I don’t want him anywhere near us. I’ve looked him up. There are photos of him waking up on tour with three girls in his bed . THREE!”

“Lucky guy,” Angie snickered, prompting a chuckle of agreement from both Kas and Seb. 

“Shut up, Ange,” Jax scolded. “You weren’t there; you didn’t see him. He’s an absolute fuckboy.”

“Oi, you know I had to be home for Aparna’s bridal shower,” she frowned. “But it sounds like he’s just a flirt, and you’re mad about it.”

“I am mad about it!” Jax screamed, pelting her drumsticks across the room. “We’re a serious fucking band; we’re not One Direction. I want us to sell because we’re fucking good , not because the boy singing our songs is pretty .”

“Oh, she thinks you’re pretty, Bobs,” a sultry female voice laughed. “Hey guys, we’re a bit early.”

Cherry and Bobby walked in together, a clear familiarity between them that made Jax shoot Angie an ‘ I-told-you-so’ look. But she couldn’t hold it for long, as Bobby caught her eye, and winked at her again.

Jax regretted throwing her drumsticks across the room before, because she had a sudden urge to stab his eyes out, and nothing to do it with. But Bobby’s gaze soon turned to Angie, looking her up and down with the same hungry gaze he’d used on her not five seconds earlier. 

God, this guy made her sick. 

Angie seemed oblivious, and Bobby looked almost confused, before she came to her senses and met his gaze. “Oh, hey, if you’re trying to give me sex eyes, I wouldn’t bother.”

He grinned. “Boyfriend?”

“Lesbian,” she smiled back, a little more evilly, before turning to Cherry. “ You , on the other hand…” 

They both laughed, and introduced themselves, just as Hope rushed into the room, apologising for being only six minutes early instead of her usual fourteen. She got them set up, and Jax fetched new sticks, taking her place and waiting for everyone to be ready. Bobby and Cherry had both learned three of the band’s songs, and this entire exercise was a test to see how well they meshed with the band’s cues… a chemistry test, if you will. 

Jax settled in behind her kit, Seb on bass, Ange on synth, and Kas on lead. Cherry volunteered to go first, so Bobby left the room to avoid an unfair advantage, as Hope set up the video camera. 

But it couldn’t have gone worse from there. 

Any enthusiasm Cherry had shown in the initial audition was gone. Her cue was eight bars after Kas’s, and all she had to yell was ‘go!’, and then they’d break into the main riff. Simple. 

She missed it.

The rest of the band compensated by looping the riff, but she missed it again . Jax cringed to herself, but tried to look supportive as Cherry danced around a little on the spot. But she knew by halfway through the first verse that it was never, ever going to work. Once she did start singing, her sound just felt… wrong. She couldn’t hit the notes with her chest, only with a beautifully sweet head voice, which would’ve been great for any other genre… but for them? It just sounded weak. They finished the three songs, and Hope thanked Cherry for coming. She hugged Bobby on her way out, and he took her place on the stage. 

Instantly, the vibe seemed to shift. 

A rush of adrenaline flooded her veins at seeing him in front of her on the stage. He looked good. It felt… right. And it only got worse as she started. 

She hit the opening snare, and Bobby looked over his shoulder, a deep look of respect in his eyes as he nodded in time with her beats. For a minute, it sent a smug victory through her, validated by the fact she was so clearly better than Paisley Cuddle’s drummer, but she remembered who it was that was giving her the subtle compliment. She glared at him, and he chuckled, turning back to the front and hitting the eight-bar cue as if he was barely even thinking about it.

‘GO!’

Fuck .

These were some of their most famous songs, so she barely had to concentrate as she played them, her muscle memory guiding her. So she just watched him. Every movement, every note. He was softer at the right times, he read Kas’s cues perfectly, he knew when to emphasise, and he knew when to hold back. He was head banging with Angie, his voice melded perfectly with Seb’s on backing, he seemed to just… fit.

Hope was watching him with stars in her eyes, or perhaps dollar signs, as Bobby built through the bridge crescendo, waiting for it, waiting for the note that even Gabi had struggled to hit. 

The D5. 

She expected him to straighten, to prepare himself for it, to focus on his breathing. But instead, as he approached it, he only built in energy, bent in half and stomping his foot as he held the mic to his lips,

‘So I can’t hurt you anymore - so I can’t hurt you any morrrrre!’

Jax’s mouth fell open, as Bobby closed his eyes, hitting it with his full chest with such strength she almost gasped. Angie swung around to face her, her gaping mouth matching Jax’s, as she looked absolutely floored . Jax shook her head, as Seb and Kas gave the backup vocals for the final chorus, the song coming to a perfect and natural close. 

One song with Bobby and it felt like they’d been performing with him for years. Two more, and she felt like putting her foot straight through her kick drum. The chemistry was undeniable, he fit them like a glove. He was perfect. He was the only choice. 

Which is why she absolutely had to stop the others from voting for him. 

He would ruin everything she’d spent so long working towards. He would destroy their reputation. If their frontman was chasing and fucking everything with two legs and a pulse, it would eventually backfire. It always did. She’d met too many just like him.

He was fucking trouble. 

The final song drew to a close, and a silence fell across the room, before Angie broke it with an uncharacteristically excited squeal. 

“Holy shit,” she laughed. “I know who my vote’s for.”

Jax shot her a disgusted look, and Ange waved her off. “Don’t look at me like that, Jax. He was better and you know he was better.”

The others turned to look at her, and she frowned. “There’s more at play here than just musical ability. Like, yeah, he was good, but he’s got a fucking attitude problem. If he’s gonna cause us trouble down the line, I’d rather work with someone who’s not gonna break us up because he can’t keep his cock in his jeans.”

Seb, Kas, Angie, and Hope looked absolutely horrified, and she felt them about to pile on to her, when Bobby burst out laughing. 

“Awww, ” he grinned. “You thought I was good!”

Jax glared at him. “Thank you for proving my point. This is a fucking joke to him. My vote’s for Cherry.”

Ange frowned at her, shaking her head with disapproval. 

“Well mine’s for Bobby.”

“And mine,” Kas nodded. 

“Mine too,’ Seb said, shooting Jax an apologetic look.

Hope beamed at the others, before jumping up on stage. 

“Well, Bobby, 3 to 1 means you’re in. Welcome to JackSlut .”

Jax stood, kicking her stool out from underneath her, and for the second time that day, pelted her drumsticks across the room. She stormed out, lighting up her cigarette halfway down the studio hallway, nodding at Jakub, the security guard, who ignored the transgression in favour of  Protein Weekly magazine. 

She stepped out into the alleyway, ducking behind a large pillar in case the others came to try and talk her into apologising. Drag after drag of her cigarette, it wasn’t enough to quell the anger pulsing in her veins. Bobby was just like every other self-obsessed, alcoholic, sex addicted pretty boy vocalist that thought they deserved the world to be handed to them on a silver platter, and she wanted nothing to do with him. 

She heard the alleyway door swing open, and she rolled her eyes as a happy whistle joined her in the cold alley. 

“Ahhh, there you are,” Bobby laughed. “Nice little tantrum you had there. Anyone’d think you don’t like me.”

“I don’t,” Jax glared.

He grinned at her, as if it was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Well, now, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?”

Jax flicked her long-cold cigarette butt almost all the way down the alley, and pulled another one from her pack. She felt around in her pockets for her lighter, before checking the ground around her feet, and seeing it nowhere, frowned. 

Bobby pulled a beautifully intricate silver box from his pocket, and shook it for her. 

“Let me bum one and I’ll light ya?”

She glared at him, but the temptation was too great, and she tossed the crumpled pack at him. He tugged one out, and lit it, before taking a step closer to her, and leaning in, with his hands up close to her face.

Watching her lips as he lit the flame, she watched the concentration in his eyes. He was so close it sent goosebumps up her spine, the cold long forgotten as a heat flushed her skin. 

He looked so good with a cigarette in his mouth, the double rings through the full, pouty lips putting images in her head that she seriously didn’t need to be thinking. No wonder he was a sex addict. She could just picture the long line of girls willing to bend themselves into whatever position he wanted, to take as much of him as they could take, wherever he wanted them to take it, just to get a flicker of his attention on them. 

He was that fucking pretty.

No sooner had the flame caught, he stepped back, and the warmth under her skin began to fade. 

“So why don’t you like me?” Bobby grinned. “Or is it just ‘cause you think I’m cute too, and you’re trying to turn me off you?”

“...Were you not listening in there?” she frowned. 

“Aye, I was. But I kinda zoned out after ‘attitude problem’,” he teased.

Jax glared at him. “It’s got nothing to do with your looks. Kas and Seb are both hot as hell, but they don’t carry on about it like you do. You’re so fucking arrogant, and that might’ve worked for you in Paisley Cuddle, but this band is a team. We do everything democratically. No one is more important than anyone else.”

“That’s not how I see it,” he chuckled, before laughing harder at the disgusted look on her face. “What I mean is, from what I hear, you’re the one that writes all the music. The band was your idea, you’re the one who forked out ten grand for the demo tape that got you a record deal, and the others respect the shit out of you. Sounds like you’re easily the most important one in the band, so it’s you I’ve gotta get on the good side of.”

Jax was speechless momentarily, her mouth gaping. “How do you know all that?”

Bobby smiled. “Did my research, asked around. Besides, it’s not hard to see when the others all turn to you before making any decisions.”

Jax frowned, annoyed at being proved wrong about him being unprepared. “Except on who our lead singer should be.”

He laughed again. “Come on, you saw the chemistry we have. Even with Paisley Cuddle I’ve never had chemistry like that. You guys are next level musicians. I’m not gonna fuck this up for you.”

“You’d better not,” she glowered. 

“So… what. I’m in?”

Jax stared at him in disbelief. “Did you not just hear me say everything’s done democratically? I was outvoted. I’ve got no more say than anyone else. The others want you, you’re in, despite how big of a mistake I think it is.”

Bobby grinned, and nodded contemplatively. “Well, I’m looking forward to working with you. And getting to know you better,” he smirked.

She cursed the blush that flooded her cheeks. “Okay, first things first, back the fuck off . I’m not interested in you.”

“Alright, lass, I believe you,” Bobby chuckled, and took a step forward, letting his hand fall to her waist. Jax didn’t move, frozen to the spot at the heat that flooded through her again, as he brought his lips down next to her ear, growling in a deep, gravelled whisper.

“But you might need to work on convincing yourself.”

Her breath caught, and a rush of heat flashed between her legs, and she found herself, inexplicably, not pushing him away. Instead, she glared up at him, ignoring the way her body ignited as she met his narrowed eyes. 

“This is exactly the kind of bullshit that gives me zero confidence in you,” she frowned. “Even if I was interested, fucking a bandmate is never a good idea, and that extends to their significant others, too. But I’m sure you’ve figured that one out by now.”

Bobby huffed a laugh. “Don’t believe everything you hear, lass.”

Jax finished her cigarette, and flicked it all the way down the alley. “Whatever. Just show up on time to rehearsals, be polite to Hope, and don’t make me regret not putting my foot down.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned. “Looking forward to working with you, lass.”

She glared at him.

“Jax, ” he sighed. “Looking forward to working with you, Jax.”

She nodded, smirking at how much he seemingly hated that she didn’t like her nickname.

“Don’t fuck it up, Cupcake.”

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[kattahj]

Okay, so, trying to weed through the reasons Last Twilight is losing me emotionally, and it turns out there are more than I thought.

Please note that there's still a lot I like about this show! I'll still keep watching it! This is just about the negative stuff while I sort out my feelings.

On the other hand, the negative stuff is NEGATIVE, so read at your own peril!

1. I'm not sure I buy these two as boyfriends. The initial banter was great, but now they're together, and they still feel like chums.

2. Follow-up: I'm not convinced, in general, that they're strong enough actors for this story. There have been plenty of shows for me that manage to sell ridiculous plots through strong performances. This show is the other way around: it's fairly solid but demands a LOT of its actors, and sometimes I just don't buy the result.

3. Acknowledging that I may just be expecting too much, because it's Aof and I've been waiting for it for so long. But looking back, there was quite a bit in his other shows that was sold by the performances, and now I retroactively question my judgement of those shows too, which makes me sad.

4. I don't like the Mee story. I enjoyed the Little Prince reference in episode 1 because it's a book I'm already familiar with and emotionally invested in, but Mee's story just feels cloying and manipulative. It feels like they don't trust the scenes well enough on their own and have to add commentary to make sure I have the right reactions to them. And then I still don't! Because I resent being told what to feel!

5. We're hitting a lot of disability clichés, which maybe wouldn't be so bad if they weren't treated as profound. Again, I feel like I'm being emotionally manipulated, rather than allowed to arrive at those emotions on my own.

(Sidenote: the trope of a blind person touching someone's face to "see" them was pretty much ruined for me by one of those "ask a blind person" segments, where they went, "Yeah, we don't do that," except for one guy who went, "I do it to pick up sighted girls, they love that stuff.")

6. We are completely losing Mhok's story in the process. Maybe we'll get back to it later, IDK, but right now he serves primarily as the "inexperienced able-bodied person teaching disabled person how to live their own damn life" trope that I have already talked about hating.

7. A lot will still depend on where this story is heading. (If they do magical healing I am done. I think they won't, but I don't trust it.)

8. Some fan reactions are making it worse,  especially in the youtube comments, where they really lean into the most maudlin interpretations.

9. Things like the dad showing up just feels like they drop melodrama in there for the sake of it, and without being willing to properly engage with it. Compare and contrast Jam's appearance in Moonlight Chicken, where the emotions felt so much more honest and well handled... but again, better actors...

10. The way Day projects his own shitty driving onto Night isn't WRONG for the series, it may even be GOOD, but it did put me in a bad mood that may have influenced my ability to engage with the rest of the episode.

11. Nitpicking, but I just don't get them giving Last Twilight as a wedding gift. I mean, obviously I get it on a symbolic level, but on a practical level, why would you give a book to the person who recommended it to you, and so presumably already has it? And why would you give a book missing its last page to anyone?

12. With everything else stacking up, that final scene on the mountain just felt like someone was spraying whipped cream into my mouth while blasting "Memory" on high volume = may be a high point for others, just makes me feel like I'm choking on dairy and violins.

ETA 13: A MLC gifset just reminded me – the product placements in Last Twilight really feel shoehorned in.