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pedroscowgirl · 11 months ago

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The Lie Detector Test

Hugh jackman x reader!actress

Warnings!!!: minors dni!!

mentions of: daddy issues , age gap (reader is in their 20s), smut (duh), oral!receiving, p in v, creampie (wrap it up), semi-public sex?, pet names (baby,princess), fluff at the end and lots of romantic kisses

lmk if i missed some!!

Words: 4.3K (i went a little crazy cuz I'm so down bad for this man omg)

A/N: This is the first time in years that I've written a fanfiction so pls be kind 🙈

You had just finished filming the latest blockbuster, and the studio had arranged a promotional event to build hype for the movie. The concept was unique and promised to be a hit: a lie detector test featuring you and Hugh Jackman, your co-star. The aim was to show a fun and candid side of both of you, offering fans an intimate glimpse into your personalities.

You remembered your first day on set with Hugh vividly. It was a sunny morning, and you were a bundle of nerves, excited and anxious about working with such a celebrated actor. Hugh had approached you with his trademark warmth, extending a hand and offering a reassuring smile.

“Hi, I’m Hugh. It’s great to finally meet you. I’ve heard a lot about your work,” he said, his voice carrying a genuine note of friendliness.

You shook his hand, grateful for his easygoing nature. “I’m thrilled to be working with you, Hugh. I’ve been a fan for a long time.”

From that moment on, your chemistry on set was undeniable. Hugh’s professionalism and charm made every scene enjoyable, and your natural rapport translated effortlessly on screen. Between takes, you found yourselves sharing stories and jokes, the lines between your characters and real life blurring as you formed a close friendship. But behind your confident exterior, you felt a tug of nerves whenever he was near. Hugh Jackman wasn't just any actor; he was the embodiment of the older, charismatic figures you'd found attractive for as long as you could remember.

You had always known you had some form of daddy issues. Growing up with an emotionally absent father, you had a tendency to be drawn to older, authoritative figures. Hugh fit that mold perfectly, and being around him made you acutely aware of your attraction to him. His deep voice, his kind eyes, the way he carried himself with such ease...it all made your heart race.

Fast forward to the day of the lie detector test, the studio was buzzing with excitement. The set was designed to look sleek and modern, with a large, imposing lie detector machine at the center. Cameras were positioned to capture every angle, ensuring that no reaction or subtle expression would be missed by the audience.

You took your seat across from Hugh, who was already connected to the machine by Lou, the lie detector specialist. The studio lights reflected off his charismatic smile as he settled in, ready for the challenge.

“Ready for this, Hugh?” you asked, trying to hide your amusement and the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Just go easy on me, alright?”

You picked up the first question card, the icebreaker questions designed to set a light-hearted tone. You both took turns answering questions about your favorite movies, childhood memories, and behind-the-scenes antics from the movie set. The atmosphere was relaxed, filled with laughter and playful teasing, showcasing the easy relationship that had developed between you two.

Then, feeling a mischievous urge, you decided to go off-script.

“Okay, Hugh,” you said, leaning forward with a twinkle of mischief in your eyes. “How do you feel about people on the internet calling you ‘daddy’ or 'father'?”

Hugh raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the unexpected question. He took a moment to think before answering, “Well, I do have kids., so technically , I am a father.”

You tilted your head and smirked, not letting him off the hook that easily. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

Hugh chuckled, a deep, genuine laugh that filled the room. “Well, I don’t mind i guess” he admitted, glancing at Lou for confirmation.

Lou looked at the lie detector’s readings and nodded. “Truthful,” he confirmed.

“Good to know,” you said with a playful wink. “That was actually not a question on the cards. I just wanted to give the people with daddy issues what they want. You're so welcome.”

Hugh laughed again, biting his lip as he looked at you with a newfound appreciation. “You’re something else, you know that?”

You felt a thrill at the way he was looking at you, the playful banter taking a more intimate turn. “Just keeping things interesting,” you replied, your voice softening. Your heart pounded harder, realizing just how much he affected you. You could feel your palms sweating and hoped he wouldn't notice the slight tremor in your hands as you reached for the next question card.

The rest of the session continued in a similar vein, with flirtatious comments and lingering glances exchanged between questions. Each time Hugh's gaze lingered on you a bit longer, your heart raced a little faster. You tried to focus on the questions, but your mind kept drifting to the way he looked at you, the way his voice seemed to wrap around you like a warm blanket.

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As the interview came to an end, you both stood up, removing your microphones. The studio crew began to pack up, the hustle and bustle of the set slowly fading into the background. Hugh caught your eye and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“Hey, why don’t we head to the dressing room? We can talk more privately there,” he suggested, his voice carrying a hint of something more.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Sure, sounds good.”

You both made your way through the winding corridors of the studio, your footsteps echoing in the quiet halls. As you approached the dressing rooms, the anticipation grew, every glance exchanged between you filled with unspoken tension.

Hugh opened the door to his dressing room, allowing you to step inside first. The room was cozy, with comfortable chairs and a small table with snacks and drinks. You took a seat, trying to calm your racing heart as Hugh closed the door behind him, shutting out the world outside.

He turned to you, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “You were great today,” he said, his voice low and sincere. He walked over to the small table and picked up a bottle of water, offering it to you. “Here, have some water. You’ve earned it.”

You accepted the bottle gratefully, unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. The cool water was refreshing, helping to steady your nerves. Hugh sat down across from you, his gaze never wavering.

“You know,” he said, his tone turning playful, “I think you might be even more captivating off-screen than on. It’s quite a talent.”

You choked on your water, caught off guard by his flirtatious comment. Coughing slightly, you set the bottle down and tried to regain your composure. “Thanks, Hugh,” you managed to say, your cheeks flushing. “That means a lot coming from you.”

Hugh chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m glad to hear it. I was hoping I wasn’t being too forward.” He paused, letting his eyes sweep over your outfit. “That dress, by the way, is incredibly sexy. It’s been hard to concentrate all day.”

Your pulse quickened at his words, the compliment sending a rush of heat through you. “I—thank you,” you stammered, feeling your cheeks grow warmer. The tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thick with unspoken desire.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You really do look stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and husky with that sexy australian accent. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all day.”

You felt a thrill at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. The way he looked at you, the sincerity in his voice, made it hard to breathe. “You’re not too bad yourself, Hugh,” you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Hugh smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. “I’m glad you think so,” he said, his voice a soft rumble. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

The way he looked at you, the intensity of his gaze, made your breath catch. You could feel the tension building between you, the unspoken attraction simmering just below the surface. His hand moved from your hair to your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt yourself leaning into his touch.

"Hugh," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He didn't reply, but his eyes said everything. He was as caught up in this moment as you were. His other hand came up to cup your face, holding you gently but firmly. You could feel his breath against your lips, warm and inviting. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment.

His lips hovered just inches from yours, the anticipation almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the magnetic pull drawing you closer. His eyes flicked to your lips and back to your eyes, seeking permission, waiting for a sign.

You gave the slightest nod, a silent invitation. That was all he needed.

Slowly, as if savoring every second, he closed the distance between you. His lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, testing the waters. The contact was gentle, almost feather-light, but it sent a wave of heat through your body. Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

The kiss deepened, growing more confident and demanding. His lips moved against yours with a perfect blend of passion and tenderness, igniting a fire within you. You responded eagerly, your body pressing closer to his, craving more of his touch.

His hands slid from your face to your waist, pulling you closer still. You could feel the strength in his grip, the possessive way he held you making your pulse quicken. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, filled with unspoken promises and undeniable chemistry.

When he pulled you closer, you could feel his bulge pressing against you, the sensation igniting a fire deep within. A rush of heat surged through your body, making you aware of how much you craved him. Every nerve seemed to tingle with anticipation, and the space between you crackled with unspoken desire.

His hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer as his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. The intensity of it made your knees weak, and you pressed yourself against him, desperate for more. You could feel the evidence of his arousal, hard and demanding against your stomach, and it only fueled your longing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, to feel every part of him.

Your breath quickened, each inhale filled with the intoxicating scent of him. Your hands moved with a mind of their own, sliding down his chest, over the taut muscles, until they reached his belt. Your fingers fumbled in your eagerness, trembling with the intensity of your desire. The thought of what was to come made your heart race, and you could feel the slickness between your thighs, a testament to how badly you needed him.

Just as you began to loosen his belt, Hugh’s hand covered yours, halting your movements. His grip was firm yet gentle, and the dominance in his touch made you shiver. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and ragged.

“Nu uh, not yet, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice a husky whisper that sent a delicious shiver down your spine. His eyes bore into yours, dark with desire and filled with a fierce determination that made your pulse quicken even more. “I want to please you first.”

The promise in his words made your heart skip a beat, and the anticipation of what he was about to do was almost too much to bear. Your breath caught in your throat, and you let out a soft whimper, the need inside you growing more insistent.

His other hand slid down your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist and hips, igniting a trail of fire on your skin. His touch was both soothing and electrifying, and you arched into him, silently begging for more. The way he looked at you, with such intensity and focus, made you feel like the center of his world.

“Hugh, please,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless plea.

He smiled, a slow, seductive curve of his lips that made your stomach flip. “Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered back, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “I want to savor every moment.”

Hugh's hands were firm but gentle as he gripped your thighs, lifting you with an effortless strength that made your breath hitch. He set you down on his desk, the cool surface contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin. The room felt charged, every second stretching out as his intense gaze bore into you. Your heart raced, anticipation and desire coiling in your belly. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Can I take a look at your panties and take them off?" he asked, his voice husky and dripping with intent.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you bit your lip, your body responding to his every word. You nodded, eyes wide and lips parted, but he wasn't satisfied with your silent answer. "I need words, baby," he murmured, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. His eyes held a command that you couldn't ignore. "Yes," you finally breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "I want you to take them off, please."

A slow smile spread across his face, sending a thrill through you. He slid his hands under your dress, fingers brushing against your thighs as he lifted you slightly. With deliberate, teasing movements, he peeled your black lace panties down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. The air felt electric, every touch sending sparks along your skin. His eyes roamed over your now-bare form, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Did you plan for this to happen?" he asked, his voice laced with a playful challenge. The question made your cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. You met his gaze, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "No," you admitted, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "My granny underwear is in the washing machine." The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and oddly intimate.

Hugh's grin widened, his eyes darkening with amusement and desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I think I prefer the lace," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through you. The tension between you was unbearable, an unspoken promise of what was to come.

He knelt before you, his eyes dark with hunger and intent. The anticipation made your breath quicken as he placed his strong hands on your thighs, gently parting them and lifting them onto his broad shoulders. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't tear your eyes away from his, filled with a confident, almost predatory desire. He paused for a moment, giving you a sexy look that sent shivers down your spine, before dipping his head between your legs.

The first touch of his mouth against you was like nothing you'd ever felt. You gasped, your body arching towards him as his warm breath and skillful tongue explored your most sensitive spots. He started slowly, teasing you with soft strokes, his lips and tongue moving with practiced expertise. The sensation was incredible, each flick and swirl driving you wild. When he began to suck on your clit, a moan escaped your lips, the pleasure so intense it felt like fire coursing through your veins.

You'd never been with an older man before, and the thrill of his experience, his confidence, heightened every sensation. His touch was commanding yet tender, a perfect balance that made you melt under his ministrations. His tongue moved in amazing patterns, drawing you closer to the edge with every motion. The excitement of this new experience mixed with the raw pleasure, making your moans louder and more frequent.

Then, without warning, he slipped two fingers inside you. They filled you perfectly, curling just right to hit that sweet spot. The sudden intrusion made you gasp and clutch at his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. As you tugged, a deep, primal groan rumbled from his chest, the sound vibrating against you. The sensation was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers worked in rhythm with his tongue, and you felt a building pressure, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. The combination of his skilled mouth and the fullness of his fingers was overwhelming, pushing you towards the brink. You could feel his own enjoyment in the way he groaned against you, his voice low and resonant, spurring you on. Every touch, every movement, felt deliberate and precise, as if he knew exactly what you needed, where to touch to make you come undone.

As the pleasure built to an unbearable peak, you couldn't hold back. Your hips bucked against his mouth, your hands gripping his hair even tighter. His fingers and tongue moving faster, more insistent. The feel of his mouth and hands on you, sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, and then you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. The release was overwhelming, leaving you breathless and trembling. He continued to pleasure you through it all, his touch gentle but unrelenting, until you were spent and utterly satisfied.

As you came down from the high, your breaths ragged, he finally lifted his head. His eyes met yours, dark and satisfied, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sight of him, lips glistening with your pleasure, sent a final shiver down your spine.

You were still catching your breath, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, when Hugh pulled back and licked his lips, savoring the taste of you. His eyes darkened with desire as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss. The sensation was intoxicating; you could taste yourself on his tongue, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you'd just shared. His fingers trailed back to your core, seeking to reignite the fire, but you pulled away, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

"Please, Hugh," you panted, your voice laced with desperation. "I'm begging you, I need to feel you inside me right now, or I'm going to go crazy." The urgency in your voice was undeniable,your body aching with unfulfilled desire.

He chuckled softly, the sound a dark, velvety caress that made your skin tingle. "Oh, my poor princess can't wait to have Daddy inside her," he teased, his words dripping with amusement and lust. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, making you bite your lip. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

"Oh, so you really like being called Daddy, huh?" you purred, a teasing edge to your voice. "Well, I can arrange that for you." Your words were a playful challenge, a promise of more to come.

Hugh's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he pulled you into another heated kiss, his mouth claiming yours with a possessive intensity. As he kissed you, his hands deftly moved to unbuckle his belt. The metallic clink of the buckle and the rustle of fabric sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You watched with bated breath as he stripped off his pants and shirt, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath. When your eyes fell on his impressive length, a gasp escaped your lips, louder than you'd intended. The sight of him, so big and ready, made your heart race and your core throb with need.

Hugh noticed your reaction and smirked, a dark, knowing look in his eyes. "It's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We'll take our time." He reached out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek, the touch tender in contrast to the raw passion between you.

As he stood before you, your eyes roamed over his body, drinking in the sight of his defined abs and broad, muscular chest. You couldn't help but stare at how well-built he was. "God, Hugh," you breathed, your voice filled with awe. "You're so sexy. I can't believe how ripped you are for your age." Your hand traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the hard planes of his torso. "These abs, this body... it's incredible." You looked up at him, biting your lip, the admiration in your eyes unmistakable.

He laughed and positioned himself between your legs, his hands sliding under your thighs to pull you closer. You felt his tip graze your entrance, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. You couldn't help but moan, your body arching towards him, craving more. He paused, his eyes searching yours with a mix of concern and desire. "You okay?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

"Yes," you breathed, barely able to form words. "Keep going, please." Your voice was laced with anticipation and desperation, the need for him overwhelming.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Hugh began to push inside you. The stretch was intense, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you inch by inch. Your nails dug into his biceps, your fingers curling around the hard muscle as you adjusted to his size. "Oh my god, Hugh," you moaned, your voice breathless. "Fuck, you're so big."

A wicked grin spread across his face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Call me Daddy, baby," he murmured, his voice a deep, commanding growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Daddy," you whimpered, the word slipping from your lips like a plea. The sound seemed to fuel him, his hips snapping forward, burying himself fully inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and fullness that left you gasping.

As Hugh began to thrust in and out, setting a rhythm that drove you wild, the intensity of the moment heightened. The pleasure was almost too much, your back arching, head tilting back. Hugh noticed, concern flickering in his eyes. He reached up, cradling the back of your head with one strong hand, his touch gentle and protective. "Easy, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Don't want you hurting yourself against the wall." The tender gesture made your heart flutter even as your body surged with lust.

He continued to move, each thrust deep and deliberate, his eyes locked onto yours. The connection between you was electric, every movement synchronized, every breath shared. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he set a slow, torturous rhythm. The pleasure built with each stroke, an intoxicating crescendo that left you breathless and begging for more.

Hugh's thumb found your clit, and he began to rub tight, precise circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your already overwhelmed body. Your breath hitched, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips in a breathless chant, a plea and a prayer. He picked up the pace, each thrust harder, more demanding, driving you wild with need.

"Come for me, princess," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come around me."

The combination of his deep, commanding voice and the skillful movements of his fingers and hips was too much. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your body convulsing around him as the orgasm tore through you. You cried out, the pleasure so intense it left you shaking.

Hugh groaned, the sound low and primal, as he felt you tighten around him. His movements became erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chased his own release. With a deep moan, he followed you over the edge, his release hot and deep inside you. The sensation sent a final wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you breathless.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms faded, Hugh leaned down and kissed you softly, his lips gentle and tender. The touch was a sweet contrast to the raw, passionate encounter you'd just shared. His hands caressed your skin, soothing you as you both came down from the high, the connection between you lingering in the air.

The room was silent except for your labored breaths, the intensity of the moment leaving you both in awe. Hugh pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace. The warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart, and the soft whispers of comfort and affection made you feel cherished and adored. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy that left you both craving more.

Just as you were catching your breath, a loud knock echoed from the door, making you both jump. You barely had time to react before you heard Ryan's voice, muffled but clear. "Hey, guys, next time be more subtle, okay?" His tone was teasing, but there was no mistaking the hint of amusement. You blushed furiously, burying your face in Hugh's chest as he chuckled softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Noted," Hugh called back, his voice laced with humor. He looked down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guess we'll have to be quieter next time, huh, princess?" He stroked your cheek tenderly, his expression softening. The playful moment broke the tension, leaving you both laughing softly, the bond between you stronger than ever.

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tyunn1ngz · 1 year ago

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taehyun nsfw alphabet

cw: maybe afab implications? i think it’s pretty sex neutral tho and as always no gender is directly stated!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

pampers u with soothing words and gentle touches, wrapped tight in his arms w ur head on his chest so u can listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat<3 him giggling when he cups ur face after he cleans u up, ur just so cute when ur all tired out :((((

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on him his arms and his stomach ,,,,,, beautifully toned and just ......................... AAAAAAAAA. riding him w ur hands on his abs when u try to steady urself, his breathy laugh w his hands aiding u in bouncing in his lap .,,, the strength hes got that he basically does the work all himself. anyway.

on u probably ur lips, loves loves lovesssssss kissing u so much(>ω^) loves how they look when ur mouth drops open, pants and moans of pleasure, pleas for more; all falling out in a haze... and also just maaaaaybe a little obsessed w how they look around his cock :o

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

thick but i think it'd probably actually taste nice is that just me

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

loves to film himself getting off and just taking nudes in general idk how many times ive said this but ill continue to say it bc i know im right ok and im fr gonna start begging everyday to see them

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i think yes, even if its just a little and he definitely knows what he's doing. he was going to be good at anything he does regardless, that shit is always in his nature somehow but now that he's been around just a tad he really knows exactly what he's doing (×_×)

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

riding, u in his lap or on his face is actually to die for in his opinion. or just any other position where he can really showcase his strength to u, he's not fussy on the details ;p

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

a mix of both but more on the serious side, loves spitting filth that has u trembling just a little harder— but is just as obsessed w ur laugh as he is ur moans, so maybe during foreplay he'll caress u in ways that tickles just to get u giggling before he really breaks u down <3

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

trimmed nicely but not completely shaven cuz that shit gets itchy growing back in

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

intimate w him means almost no space between u, and nothing exists outside of u two and the throes of pleasure at those exact moments. and while it’s not technically romantic he loves telling u ‘i’ve got u baby’ and smth abt the way he says it always just has ur stomach swooping a little w butterflies

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

piggybacking off of answer d, i don’t think he’d jerk off a whole Lot if he can b with u instead but he absolutely makes a show out of it everytime. barely cums unless he’s looking at himself and if thats narcissistic literally WHO cares

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

besides the strength kink, biting and being bitten r huge ones for him— not only does the sensation make him cum a little harder but smth abt the possessiveness of it all that really just does it for him— ur his only and he’ll make that very well known!!!!!!!

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

he took u in his studio once and hasn’t stopped thinking abt it ever since. that’s all i can really give u on that

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when u assert urself when u kiss him, ur confidence in an outfit u feel particularly hot in, probably even would pop a stiffy over if u simply just said smth really smart— or even if u said smth dumb tbh, feed into a little bit of dumbification, make his ego a lil bigger cuz he has to be the smart one in the relationship

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably a no to stuff like cnc, and nothing too painful or that will draw any blood— just a little pain is enough!!!

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he has no preference but he is a bit of a sucker for a blowjob bc !!!!! he loves ur lips!!!!! remember!!!!!!! (imagine his chest heaving and dark eyes looking down at u when u give him head and his hands gently pushing ur hair back and telling u how good ur doing even if u literally arent—as long as ur enthusiastic hes going to fall apart w u between his legs wooooooo boy)

when it comes to giving im telling u for the billionth time SIT on this man’s FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

prefers rough and fast, fucks so feral and so nasty and knows just how to roll his hips so u curl in on urself its so hot (//∇//)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a good quickie imo, spontaneous raw desire and the thrill of it all can really get him off at times. a little obsessed w fucking u up the way he wants and watching u struggle to make it look like u weren’t doing anything sus at all when u both rejoin all ur friends<3

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes!! he’d have some hard limits that he’d say no to and that’d be final but outside of that he’d try almost anything at least once!

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i imagine it would either be one round but it could go for hours— or several rounds that aren’t as long, i don’t really imagine him being the type to go all night but hey if ur still horny he’ll get u off again however he can ฅ/ᐠ. ̫ .ᐟ\ฅ

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

probably not many if any at all, he can make u cum so easily w just his fingers he hadn’t rly seen a need for them but he’s game to try whatever— vibrator, cock ring, handcuffs, whatever u wanna try baby!

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

big tease, but also sometimes its not on purpose he genuinely just loves the feel of ur skin on his, so his touches that seem fleeting and like they’re meant to rile u up because hes not really touching u where u want; thats not on purpose!!!! ur just so soft and u feel so nice </3

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

not very loud, loves to groan right into ur ear though bc u grow a little louder in response, so reactive :3c he’s a panter, little grunts and whimpers but all breathy and just for u to hear only nobody else Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

really really wants to try a threesome w one of his friends, someone else in txt the most likely. would even settle for one of them just watching the two of u fuck, it makes him a little crazy to think abt but he doesnt even know why

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

average length but thick … and he knows how to use it….. takes long drag of cigarette…

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

pretty average libido until he starts dating and has sex w u for the first time bc then i think itd be thru the roof im ngl here he just wants to have u all the time hes obsessed w u and everything is just so exciting

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

pretty soon after u guys clean up but u can tell he tries his hardest to stay up to talk w u a little longer— but u guys r so cozy and so tired out that he can’t keep his eyes open and neither can u, fighting sleep together w delirious giggles while ur all tangled up in his arms<3

#txt smut #txt hard thoughts #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun smut

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number1skalesimp · 2 months ago

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CHAROITE!! Chumsworth✨✨💜Serpentine Oc!! And Some of My Ninjago Oc Head canon lore🐍⬇️

This is Charoite, He’s Pythor and Rat’s Teen Snakelet. Isn’t he cute? Anyway, in my oc head canon, after crystallized, Pythor eventually reunited with Skales and my Venomari/Hpynobrai oc, Rat cuz he hasn’t spoken to them since season 1. *Also Rat was Skales’s second in command, so she worked with Pythor, then stuck with Skales in the tombs ever since season 2* Rat and Skales always loved Pythor, and he secretly still loves them back. Also before u ask, I know Selma is Skales’ wife, and that’s perfectly fine, but I like to believe she left him with Skales jr and ran off to live up on the surface for whatever reason, that’s why we never see her again in the show. My poor baby Skales if this was actually canon, lmao XD. But anyway, Rat, Pythor, and Skales are in a relationship now, and rat and Pythor had Charoite. Skales is technically not Charoite’s Actual dad, but he’s very supportive and loves him. Charoite would probably try to talk to his step bro, Skales jr, and Skales jr probably wouldn’t like him, cuz in my head canon, if Skales jr met Pythor they probably would not get along, lmao. Anyway, this drawing may or may not be finished, but tell me what u think anyway. Some one suggested for his name to be “Charoite” which from what I looked up is a kind of rare purple diamond:P

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dragonzfanfics11 · 5 months ago

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Request - i think it would be interesting if like someone did an au where kit survives (maybe is made to come back alive to learn about being human, a part for his last sacrifice and his karma) and he meets the reader. Maybe it’s the next year and reader moves there and meets him. Imagine the fluff and angst because his trust issues are all over the place but he also knows what he did was wrong. Idk I think it’ll be a fun dynamic to go through with him learning more how to be human and reader isn’t really scared when they find out just thrown off guard (either they can be normal or have some background with magic) Either way can’t wait! @venture-venus

I almost completely forgot about this request 😭

For this I'm js gonna say kit survives and js kinda has to move on from jentry and that sorta thing, also just human reader unless you wanna make yourself have powers go ahead lol (should be pretty neutral for powers or no powers)

Warnings - awkward-ish kit, some trust issues, reader either knows a little bit bout magic or likes the demon or otherworldly stuff, probably spelling errors

(That was so long lol, here's the actual writing now)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ~☆-how you met-☆~

After jentry,michle,stella, and Ed saved the town (with some of kits help) kit agreed he'd leave jentry alone and try to make new frends /find his own group of people

Which apparently proved itself to be kinda hard for kit because he didn't know who to try and talk to

What if they hate me? What uf they get scared of me like everyone else? How am I suppost to tell them I'm a demon? What if,what if, what if

All of his 'what ifs' definitely made it so much harder for him to just "be human" and make friends

That is until he met you

After trying to make friends last year he kinda knew the faces of most of the other students

But you he's never seen before, and he felt like maybe this is his chance, your new and probably needed frends anyways so that's good odds for you to be his frend right?

Your first few encounters with him were definitely a bit awkword

All of the other people he got close with were technically "targets" or people he had to manipulate into trusting him for there qui (is that spelt right?)

He didn't actually know how to make frends without the whole "manipulation" part

But he was at least nice! It was honestly kinda cute the way he would stumble over his words and fidget with his bag or rings

~Finding out he's a painted skin~

It definitely took him a long time to actually get courage to tell you

And it's safe to say he was terrified

Depending if he made up with jentry or not she'd probably help him tell you or at least give him a pep talk

he was also completely shocked when you didn't try to run away in fear or even look that scared of him really

He was even more shocked when you walked twords him

(He probably backed up a bit just out of reflex)

After he processes your not scared of him (it probably takes him a good while for it to fully set in) hes beyond relieved

Definitely still has some fear talking about it/awnsering any questions you have about his demon form

After a while (prob a long while cuz he's still scared) he'll show you how he makes his skin suit-stuff

Only if you wanted to of course he wouldn't want to make you throw up or something 😭

~Random headcanons cuz I think they cute :3~

Stutterd constantly for a good month or so, like once evry conversation

Still kinda does when you ask him random things about his demon form/demon stuff in general

Still is happy to awnser your questions though

Probably asked about human traditions and stuff to get a better understanding of being human

Hes asked you to help him find a outfit style that fits him at least once

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I hope that's what you were expecting!! Sorry for taking so long to write it I've been busy 🥲

Also this doesn't mean my requests are open but I might open them later maybe idk :P

#jcvtu kit x reader #jentry chau kit x reader #kenny x reader #jcvtu kit #jentry chau kit #kit x reader #jcvtu x reader #need motivation #i did a thing

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stars-n-spice · 7 months ago

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Crosshair as a Cheetah Doodles

I redrew Crosshair from some cheetah images I found on Pinterest a little while back for this post and have been wanting to do more since then.

So:

Bonus Tay cuz I love him :P

At first, those initial photos I used for the other post just fit the prompt of those doodles, but then I thought about it a little more and realized how similar Crosshair is to a cheetah.

- I've been/am currently fixated on them - they're my favorites and I love them so much. - Both start with a 'C' :P - All the cat-like qualities that they both have - Crazy great eyesight (Cheetah's 'tear marks' under their eyes cuts the glare of their sun - Crosshair has enhanced eyesight for sniper reasons) - Claws are always out (Crosshair metaphorically, Cheetahs literally since they cannot retract their claws unlike other big cats) - Both lanky and lean in their figures - Are often mistaken for being deadly threats (because cheetahs are still technically 'big cats' alongside lions and tigers) but really aren't - though there's still risk since cheetahs are wild animals - Incredibly adapted to being the best at one thing (Cheetahs: running, Crosshair: marksman) to the point where they're not really good at anything else and it's damning to them - Struggle with anxiety and need support for it

Those are like,, the basics because I didn't want it to be too long. But anyways yeah - Crosshair's fursona is a cheetah.

Close-ups under the cut!

#love em #maybe i'll make more idk #tbb #the bad batch #crosshair tbb #tbb crosshair #crosshair bad batch #cheetahs #oc: tay'kaa marr #sharpshooters #max's masterpieces #my art #doodles

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kkpup · 1 month ago

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Critter!Ccino's Café Residents [pt 3] <original deleted>

[pt 1], [pt 2], [pt 3], [pt 4], [pt 5], [pt 6]

ooof, ok, wow, rlly dont wanna rewrite this.

Notes from Ccino:

Smoke came in not too long ago with her sister, Mirror. Silly names, I'm aware, but I didn't choose them. They came from a... mm, not great situation, the injuries they both have were intentional. I just don't understand how someone could be so cruel to an animal? Regardless, it goes without saying that the both of them are rather skittish (Mirror in particular) but Smoke has settled down significantly and is a surprisingly sweet and affectionate cat! She's most certainly Killers favorite and Killer is her favorite as well. Shes my first Norwegian Forest cat, though, and have them around has been a fun new experience now that the medical scares are over.

Notes from Killer:

Ccino won't tell me who did it.

Fucking coward.

Anyways! Smokey girl is the best!!1! Shes soft and cuddly and she doesn't rlly like to seek people out but she relly likes me apparently? ( Bad taste, but i wont tell her what to do :p ) she needs eyedrops in the morning and all her meals are to be givin in the backroom (opposite from felix, obv) with her sister mimi. They both are on prebiotics rn so its better safe than srry, yk? She dosnt rlly like normal treats but she enjoys whole prey items so ive been bringin stuff like dried minnows and she loves that shit ^^ ccinos put me in charge of all her grooming needs cuz she doesn't like being brushed by anyone else, so dont worry about gettin that done, jus lemme know if she looks ratty, k?

Extras:

this entry is shorter and less detailed then the original but im fucking stupid so no use dwelling on that. Thanks for the moral support tho @greyshadow567 💔

ive also been tonning killers writing style down for ease of reading, my screen reader had a fit with Toasts killer-notes and i dont want that on the off chance someone here is visually impaired <3

Side note: was doing research on Ccino in hope of writing him better and found 2 things- 1. Theres not alot of information on Ccino and 2. "Technically, he can be considered the first person Nightmare recruited. This is because he helped Nightmare chase down Neil." - Ccino wiki

What?

W h a t ?

#utmv #undertale #ramblings #my art #nightmare sans #ccino cafe #ccino sans #killer sans #critter au #deleted post

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whateverisbeautiful · 11 months ago

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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#24: The Helplessly Devoted (1.03)

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Even when they have conflict, Rick and Michonne are still so hopelessly devoted to one another. And in the following events, Pearl will be none the wiser that she has just sandwiched herself in the middle of a whole marital fight between a 'helpless' husband and his wife 😋...

So Michonne is back on her consignee shift when Pearl calls her, saying, “Bethune.” The way Michonne had ditched being Dana I’m almost surprised Michonne turned around when Pearl called for Bethune lol. But in the following scenes, Michonne is willing to play along with the CRM a little bit longer as she remains devoted to getting her and Rick back home.

When Michonne does turn around she sees Rick standing by Pearl and Michonne looks right at her husband as she approaches the two at her own pace.

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Pearl formally introduces herself and then says, “You know Sergeant Major Grimes, obviously.” And Michonne knows that man in every way possible and better than he knows himself, so yes. 😋

Michonne looks over at the father of her children and says, “I do.” And I’m chuckling during this whole exchange cuz each one of them is giving comedy to me. 🤭

Pearl tries to posture as intimidating when she asks Michonne if she enjoyed orientation and her first trip to the city. Thorne is way out of her depths trying to throw her weight around with Michonne.

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Michonne is just like, “Yeah. I saw some…interesting artwork.” as she shoots a not-so-subtle frustrated look at Rick. It's funny how the way she says this here you’d never guess her scene with Benjiro was as heartfelt as it was lol.

But hey, she and Rick are in front of outside company and still in a fight technically so I guess that's why she gives Rick that look and doesn't let on to how touched she actually was by her exchange with the portraitist.

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Also, the way Rick looks at her and then looks down. I wonder what he’s thinking learning Michonne met Benjiro, the one person in the Civic Republic that he seemed to willingly talk about his girls with.

Pearl picks up on Michonne’s energy here and says, “Not so enthusiastic, eh? Is that life not for you?” Nope. And then Michonne shows no traces of Dana when she asks, “Do I have a choice?” I love that she wanted to push back a little bit especially when it comes to 'choice' cuz the CRM stayed thinking everyone has choices when they really don’t here.

Like I feel like Michonne is speaking on behalf of her and her husband cuz she’s like y’all don’t actually give people choices for real which is why Rick is here in a a CRM uniform and not home with our kids. 😒

But I love seeing Rick’s face when he hears Michonne ask this. He shoots a subtle look over at Michonne like ‘hey now that’s a little too A-ish.’ 😂 And he definitely looks like he's thinking, 'there my wife goes showing who she is again.' #DirectQuoteFromHisMind 😋

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But uh, Rick, doesn’t this all look familiar? Breaking the kill record, giving attitude to high-ranking officials, A-ing it up - Michonne is just like him for real when he was a consignee. And again, Michonne has been an A since day one so really he had to know it was bound to go like this.

Pearl tells Michonne to come with them and as they head to the car. Michonne has a moment of just smiling to herself and I had to think for a sec about what I interpret that smile to be about. She almost just seems unfazed by all this because she knows any person, place, or thing that needs you to be docile for them to be powerful isn’t really about that life and is definitely not like her.

So she’s simply unmoved by all things CRM after assessing them enough to know they're not like Richonne. And she's right once again.

So then Pearl and Rick take Michonne to the rundown arena where Okafor had taken them to reveal his plans. It’s interesting now seeing Michonne in the very place where Rick was first presented with the idea of giving his life toward Okafor’s mission.

Michonne asks, “What is the place?” similar to what Rick asked when Okafor brought him here. Pearl says, “It’s what the city would have become if it wasn’t for one man.”

Michonne says, “It was bombed?” and Pearl is ready to get to more personal matters as she says, “Yeah. Now I don’t know much about you. You emerged from the woods and saved someone very important” and as she speaks Michonne looks so pretty with the moonlight lighting. 🤗🌙 That really is another TOWL blessing - the much-improved lighting. 🙌🏽

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I like hearing Rick referred to as 'someone very important' because little does Pearl know she’s talking to the person who Rick is most important to. Like that’s the funny thing about this arena scene - two separate conversations are going on. A married couple is in the middle of a fight and communicating with their eyes and then secondary is Pearl’s whole deal.

I also love how in this scene, the one who feels most in control is the one without the weapon. Just saying. 💁🏽‍♀️ Chonne’s that girl. Because just standing there she has Pearl seeming a bit intimidated by her and trying to posture to overcompensate, and she has Rick ready to act up if Pearl tries anything.

As Rick stands behind Pearl and watches with bated breath for how his wife will respond to all this, Michonne stands there smiling at Pearl. Pearl says, “Sergeant Major Grimes saved my life once. I would call him a friend but friendship seems like something that doesn’t exist out here. It’s too light. Too soft.”

It’s interesting seeing Michonne get to hear about Rick from someone else - someone he’s spent the last 7 years around too. And especially interesting when she has to listen to Pearl say, “He’s my family now. My only family.” Pearl, if only you knew who you were talking to. 🙃

Plus, I was like Pearl, girl, your 'family member' has been inhaling Dana recently so plz be calm cuz you don't know your relative like you think you do. 🙂

Michonne blinks and tries to maintain her smile hearing this as she looks over at Rick, and I feel like there are layers to what Michonne may be thinking and feeling right now. One of those feelings seems to be a shade of sadness and hurt because she’s had to go without her husband for years while this other lady gets to talk about him as her family.

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I think in her look there’s also an element of 'well ma’am, you’re going to be losing your only family very soon once I pluck him up out of this place.' When she looks at Rick too hearing this I know she’s just like 'oh I didn’t know I was meeting my husband’s family tonight' lol.

Rick looks at Michonne and sways a little bit because he just seems very anxious over this whole moment. I'm positive Michonne doesn’t doubt at all which family member in this arena Rick prioritizes and has the most loyalty to, but Rick’s look at Michonne almost feels like he wants to assure her that 'I know how this all sounds, but I promise I'm still not with them.'

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Pearl says, “My question is who are you?” And Michonne says, “Just Dana” which I always am like doesn’t saying 'just Dana' sound a little more suspicious than simply saying Dana? lol 🤔 But Michonne is aware of where Pearl is going with this so she’s like let me just nip whatever you're insinuating in the bud now and let you know I really am just Dana.

Pearl says, “This is not the moment for humility, Dana.” So then Michonne answers unfazed saying, “I’m a survivor.” Gospel. She’s one of the best survivors there is. Pearl pushes back saying, “A survivor wouldn’t have run out of the woods to save a man who was about to have his throat cut.” It’s funny hearing Pearl say this when she’s talking to the very person who was about to cut Rick's throat.

Michonne says, “Well, I did. And I survived” and her tone is again giving unfazed like 'my story is pretty straightforward forward so...

Pearl asks, “Why did you save him?” and Michonne knows the angle she's supposed to take so she says, “I was looking for people. It’s safer with people.” And she’s not lying. She was looking for a person and she found him and it happens to be the person she feels safest with. 👌🏽

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Plus, I do think on her TWD journey from lone wolf to family woman and community leader, Michonne really has built a real appreciation for the value of being with people.

Pearl wants to know specifically, “Why did you save *him*?” And the list of reasons why is longer than Pearl could ever know. But the true answer that she can't say right now can pretty much be summed up as - she saved him because he is the love of her life. She’d do anything for him, including save him time and time again.

I like hearing this question for how it almost serves as a moment of reflection of not just Michonne’s most recent way of saving Rick but how she saved him in so many ways in TWD.

Michonne pauses for a brief moment and then looks from Pearl to Rick likely thinking 'how do I say something other than because I’m madly in love with my husband and have been even for the last seven years apart?'

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And when she looks at Rick, he also looks at her again nervous about how she’ll respond.

Michonne says, “It didn’t seem…” and Pearl cuts her off saying, “It didn’t seem what?” Which…don’t be interrupting Michonne now. Like she was about to finish her sentence girl, dang. Pearl tried it a little bit with that.

But Michonne maintains her composure as she's very good at doing and says, “It didn’t seem right. He was on the ground helpless...”

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And then this is where Pearl tried it a lot a bit because she starts condescendingly laughing when Michonne says this. Which, Pearl...

Pearl was low-key giving me secondhand embarrassment by unknowingly approaching Rick's wife like this. Like over here snickering while talking to the woman who Rick has the deepest relationship with on the planet. 🥴

And while yes some lies are being told to Pearl right now, Rick being on the ground helpless ain’t one of them. He was about ready to accept his fate and bid this world goodbye when he had that katana to his neck.

But Pearl thinks she knows Rick so well as she says, “Him?” And then turns around to look at Rick with some kiki energy as if she and Rick would both would find this amusing.

Meanwhile, Rick is standing there just trying not to appear as stressed as he really feels by this whole thing lol.

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Pearl tells Michonne, “I can’t imagine him ever being helpless” and that right there is another indicator that she doesn’t know Rick like she thinks she does.

Rick is an admirably strong man but he has absolutely had some moments of helplessness. He’s resilient so he always bounces back from the moments of helplessness, but Michonne has seen firsthand Rick be that way several times before, and she’s often been the one to help him.

I’m sure Rick is like 'Pearl, I appreciate you thinking I could never be helpless but I have been and 'Dana' has seen it all so...

I feel like too this goes to show how Rick and Michonne know each other so much more vulnerably than others know them. Like so many perceive Rick and Michonne as just strong and having it together, but the two of them know a far more human side of each other.

Also, it’s funny how Rick does not move a muscle during this particular moment between these two ladies. 🤭 #Skressed

Michonne seems to remember that she and Rick are supposed to be strangers more than Pearl does so she has to remind Pearl, “Well, I don’t know him.”

The way she says it, she’s not feeling Pearl's energy clearly. Plus she’s showing a lot of restraint with Pearl laughing in her face and acting like she and Rick are so close when Michonne is the reason Rick has one hand right now.

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Michonne’s line saying she doesn’t know him has some real weight to it because one; she knows Rick very well and as intimately as one can know another person, but also two; she is also in a space currently where she’s trying to figure out who the Rick before her is now.

She knows her Rick deeply but this Sergeant Major Grimes is someone she doesn’t know fully as she’s still looking for the Rick she once knew. It feels like it makes her sad to know that there actually is a little truth in that line when she says she doesn’t know him.

Then Michonne looks right at Rick as she actually starts dropping some truths about the situation, stating, “But he was about to die…if I wasn’t there.” The way her face gets serious when she looks at him and says that - she and Rick both know how Michonne would have packed him up in those woods had he been anyone else.

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Rick again is doing the mannequin challenge as he stands completely still and stares at her. I’d love to know exactly the thoughts that are supposed to be going through his head right now. I know one of them is ‘Michonne looks super pretty under this moonlight’ but I wonder what his other thoughts are regarding this situation too lol. Probably 'yeah that’s the truth I was about to meet my maker in those woods.'

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Then Michonne turns back to Pearl and I always love her delivery of this next line because it’s said like such a mom. Almost like this is how she’d talk to Judith and RJ when trying to help them learn a useful life lesson or something. She says, “I don’t want to see anyone get killed. Especially anyone that seems *helpless.*” I love how she’s doubling down on the fact that 'helpless' was very much the right word to use for their circumstances.

And I like how Michonne also likely feels that even beyond that day they reunited in the forest, Rick still seems helpless here with the CRM. I mean he straight-up told her he asked for help and didn’t get it. And so in that sense, it’s also like she wants Rick to hear her saying 'I don’t want you to die here. And you clearly need help to get away from all this which is why I won’t leave you behind.'

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Pearl decides to let Michonne in on a secret. She tells Michonne that she’s here because of her since people like Michonne are not normally let in. She says, “You’re a leader, what we call an ‘A’” and Michonne even listens to this like an A when they cut to her. 🤭

Pearl says if Michonne were allowed to live in the city she wouldn’t just keep her head down and do everyday things, instead she’d “look for answers.” When Pearl says this she puts her hands on the knife behind her back and again I was like Pearl, that puts you in more danger than it’ll ever put Michonne in.

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And why? Because of that man Rick Grimes. 😋

The second Pearl touches that knife, Rick grabs his gun from out of the holster.

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Pearl is right in saying that Michonne would “ask what happened here and why and to whom” She’s been a good investigator of places since Woodbury. Pearl continues, “and you’ll seek justice based on a feeling in your gut, a feeling you can’t name” and I love how Michonne’s standing there listening with a baddest-chick-in-the-game stance. 👑

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And then Michonne gives Pearl this interesting look, almost like she’s trying to let Pearl know 'honey, whatever you got going on behind your back you’re going to want to think twice about.' Like Pearl is actually the most helpless one in this arena because one wrong move and she's getting taken out. And it won't be by Michonne... it'll be by Pearl's 'family member' behind her.

Michonne knows if Pearl attacks her, Rick’s gonna rightfully take her out so it’s almost like Michonne’s look is saying 'Pearl, chill for your own sake.' She doesn't want to see anyone get killed tonight, and seeing Rick with his gun out she knows that's very much on the table rn for Pearl.

Also I like how part of why Michonne feels so unthreatened here is because of how safe she always feels with Rick. She knows he's not letting anything happen to her.

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Pearl asks if Michonne would take the chance to have access to the secrets and answers of this place to get the whole picture. Michonne asks, “You would give me the answers?” Pearl says, “A chance very few get. Very few in the entirety of this force. Very few in the world”

And then they cut to Rick looking extra stressed rn. He raises his gun a bit and puts his finger on the trigger which always stands out to me. Because when Rick had to put a gun on Michonne in ep 2 he didn’t even want to play around with putting his finger on the trigger. But here, despite being a gunslinger who could have probably whipped out his gun in no time had Pearl charged at Michonne, Rick doesn’t want to take any chances. So he has the gun raised and ready to go if need be.

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And that’s sweet that he’s so ready to protect Michonne in this moment regardless of their current conflict. Had he taken out a Command Sergeant Major like Thorne right now it would have had him in very hot water and made such a mess of things, but he’s willing to make that mess if it means ensuring Pearl doesn’t so much as scrape Michonne with a weapon.

Michonne plays along as she says, “I would say…yes.” (You know we always love a little 'say yes' moment. 😋) And I know Michonne can see Rick with concern on his face and his gun all the way out and so I personally feel like that’s why she looks at Pearl again with this smile like don’t do anything stupid now Ms. Thorne cuz she knows Rick won’t hesitate.

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Pearl puts down the knife behind her back and speaks to Rick to inform him that Michonne will be joining them for “clearing operations at Cascadia Base.” Pearl tells Rick to ensure Michonne is properly equipped with provisional BDU and Rick says his first line of the scene as he asks. “Weapons?”

Then Pearl looks Michonne up and down and says, “Killstick only” before letting Consignee Bethune know she can return to the vehicle. I feel like it’s clear Michonne intimidates Pearl which seems to bother Pearl since she’s the one supposed to be doing the intimidating.

Then in a moment that contrasts the sweetness of Richonne's passing by moment earlier in the ep, this time Michonne walks by Rick and lets him know this marital fight is still going when she sideyes him before walking away.

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The way she’s just strolling out of there at her own pace and then gives that look down before looking right at him - it makes me giggle every time. 😋

She said 'and scene' on 'Just Dana' and let Rick know he's still dealing with Michonne Grimes. 🤭🎭

Michonne really can communicate so much without saying a word. She’s too through with all this CRM stuff and she wants Rick to be too through with it too.

Rick reacts knowing his wife is still mad but before he can sit with that, he’s having to ensure Pearl stays on their side.

Pearl looks like she’s more shook than Michonne ever was after their encounter and Rick approaches saying, “That was good. You’re good at this.” But the way Michonne felt in control the whole time I feel like he’s lying saying Pearl was good at this lol.

Pearl immediately grasped that Rick’s wife is a force to be reckoned with as she says, “Yeah she’s strong Rick, and I’m not Okafor. We don’t mess with security. For all I know she could be sprinting toward the river.”

Pearl also reveals she noticed how obvious Rick was with his gun when she says, “You drew your sidearm” and Rick stays having to be Quick On His Feet McGee as he tells another lie and says, “You drew your knife, I was ready to back you up.” When really he was ready to pack you up, Thorne.

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Then Rick makes a passionate case for Michonne as he says “And she’s not running for the river you can bring her along.” I know Rick is probably thinking 'trust me, I know from first-hand experience that Dana is not running for the river cuz I already tried to get her to do that and she said no.' 😂

Pearl says she’s not going to be responsible for a vulnerability and she thinks she knows it all now and sees why they're out here doing this. And then she again reminds Rick, “I’m not Okafor” which is true because she is not an A. I’m convinced.

Rick is left standing alone as he realizes the CRM seems to have converted Pearl, and quickly too, so now he has no more inside allies. But he does have Michonne, he just needs to start realizing that.

In a way, Rick and Michonne being so devoted to each other is making them take different approaches to how to save each other. But even when on different pages, we soon see in one of my favorite TOWL scenes behind a boneless tree that Richonne still can’t resist each other. 😏👌🏽

#richonne #towl #reveling in richonne #1.03 #RIR (24)#the ones who live #twd towl #michonne grimes #rick grimes #rick x michonne #twol #michonne #rick and michonne #twd: the ones who live #twd #richonnefandom

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forsaken-headcanons · 3 months ago

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Imagine the dynamic between Shedletsky and 1x1x1x1 is like mew abd mewtwo(based on a video I watched about their dynamic)

Shedletsky is technically a deity,so yeah(he did create a thing or few)

1x1x1x1 is technically a clone,since he is made of hatred,but shedletsky was planned to use him as weapon for moderation,which he treats 1x as a tool instead of a person (which is why 1x hate Shedletsky the most in particular) and he becomes the 1x we know cuz of that

(if I remembered correctly,1x were used for moderation before(?)

The another reason why is because he is jealous of Shedletsky,he wants to be like Shedletsky,but he didn't meet the criteria and Shedletsky replaced him with 2x2 cuz of it(after 1x gone evil)

They're reflection

1x wants to be perfect like Shedletsky and 2x2,but could never be

Shed want to get rid of 1x(his hatred) but he couldn't cuz hatred is an emotion,it can't be gotten rid

Idk that's all,I kinda suck at explaining again :P

-randomized anon

I like it when people characterize them as a sort of opposites.

#forsaken headcanons #forsaken #roblox forsaken #forsaken roblox #randomized anon #shedletsky forsaken #1x1x1x1 forsaken

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whyse7vn · 2 years ago

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MESSY -

[ot7 x reader]

LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

8 participants - 8 online

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jin: guys i kinda feel like the tae hate train is so forced spent 24 hours with him and he’s not even that bad

y/n: pretty sure this is what people call stockholm syndrome. wishing you a speedy recovery 🙏🏽

tae: i could cry jin wow thank u for this 💜

jimin: savejin2023

namjoon: wow

hobi: i think i’m about to get jumped

yoongi: be safe

hobi: that does not help me at all

yoongi: never being nice again hope it hurts real bad and ur in hospital for 7 weeks

namjoon: why would people want to jump you?

hobi: idk namjoon let me turn around and ask them

fucking BITCH

i hate you

namjoon: ok then

y/n: where is ur security at??

hobi: toilet

y/n: yikes

gl !!!!!

tae: do you need me to come help?

you know i can get down and dirty

real dirty

jimin: tae stfu

someone record it

tae: say the word hoseok and i’ll be there

hobi: saying no words

tae: be like that then

jin you would let me save you right 🥺

jin: no

tae: wtf????

why not

jin: stop speaking to me

tae: I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?

jin: i said you weren’t that bad not that we were friends

chill out

tae: I WILL NOT “CHILL OUT”

you fucking BITCH

jin: excuse me????

you better watch ur mouth

y/n: ladies that’s enough break it up!!

jin: he fucking started it ugly slut

tae: DID YOU GUYS HEAR THAT HE CALLED ME AN UGLY SLUT

UGLY SLUT

HES CROSSED THE LINE

LET ME AT HIM

jin: COME AT ME THEN

jimin: he’s asking you to cum that’s crazy

yoongi: gross as hell

hobi: i was not jumped

yoongi: shame

hobi: shame?

yoongi: shame.

tae: i do not fuck with you like that jin what the hell

namjoon: where is jungkook?

jk: i’m busy

i just ate glass by accident

namjoon: you what

jk: pls leave me alone

i ate glass

y/n: he’s bleeding

jk: i ate glass

tae: something is telling me jungkook ate glass but idk

jk: i did just eat glass

tae: no way lol

jk: yes way

leave me me now

hobi: he ate glass?

jin: lol

jk: yes

bye now

jimin: is he like ok??

y/n: he’s bleeding i said this already

yoongi: how do you accidentally eat glass?

y/n: beats me

tae: JUNGKOOK BEATS YOU???

WITH GLASS?

y/n: what

jimin: anyways

can we find out what the fuck namjoon is training for

why is he always working out?

should i be prepared to the end of the world or something

what does he know that we don’t

y/n: think he’s just a slut tbh

namjoon: ?

jin: be honest namjoon

are you working for the government?

namjoon: technically we all work for the government

jimin: ur so annoying

yoongi: “technically we all work for the government” 🤓☝🏼

hobi: who is we????????

i know i don’t work for the government

i work for the people

y/n: right like tf is he on about?

tae: why has no one congratulated me

jin: are you pregnant?

jimin: congrats!! boy or girl??

tae: nvm

namjoon: btw i’m not having a party for my birthday this year

yoongi: thought ur birthday passed already?

namjoon: no?

hobi: what year were you born joon?

namjoon: 1994

tae: CRAZY

namjoon: we are 1 year apart?

tae: 1 year it’s a long time

y/n: you’re so old omg :( hope you don’t die soon

namjoon: i’m not old

jimin: see how jin and yoongi aren’t speaking rn

says a lot doesn’t it?

yoongi: maybe i don’t like you?

jimin: maybe ur old as hell?

jin: age shaming is real guys

i’m done fighting this battle

tae: age defeated you?

jin: don’t start with me again

y/n: he’ll ask you to cum again

jin: right

wait no wtf

I WILL NOt

hobi: ewww jin is so gross

jin: IM NOT

hobi: EWWWWWWWW

jin: STOP IM NOT PLS I SWEAR

jimin: i’m asking this not because i care but cuz it would be real funny if the answer was yes

did jungkook die??

yoongi: let’s pray

namjoon: are you friends with him now?

yoongi: LOL

i’m praying that he’s dead

y/n: be nice yoongi

yoongi: never :p

jk: raise ur hand if you also think the jungkook hate train is forced

jimin: *cuts off both hands*

tae: don’t think he died

yoongi: no shit

tae: i’ll raise my hand for you kook

jin: i take back my my opening statement

gf was right it was stockholm syndrome

jk: GF??????

yoongi: don’t call her that

y/n: told you

jin: thank god i’m cured now 🙏🏻

tae: all men do is lie…

y/n: real

tae: PICK A SIDE

y/n: FUCK YOU

tae: you about that freaky life lol??

we can if you want lol

😝😏😚

jk: you will be the next glass victim

tae: woah????

namjoon: jungkook how did you end up eating glass?

hobi: or did the glass end up eating you?

jk: lightbulb in my mouth

jimin: ??

jk: i put a lightbulb in my mouth

namjoon: why…

jk: leave me alone pls

yoongi: stupid

jk: ur stupid

jimin: i’m gonna kill myself in front of tae and jungkook to forever change their bond and the trajectory of their lives

tae: wtf

hobi: NO CUZ IF I WAS A CAT AND HAD 9 LIVES I WOULD USE ONE TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD IN FRONT OF THEM

namjoon: okay!

jk: i don’t like that

jimin: that’s the point

tae: be honest i’ve been getting better like i’m better honestly like before i was a little bit gone but i’ve changed fr

jin: me trying to convince the nurse to let me out the psych ward

y/n: tae literally explained the whole omegaverse in detail to me yesterday

what about that screams better?

tae: ok so i wanted to share some knowledge with you i don’t see the issue..

namjoon: omegaverse?

y/n: DONT ASK QUESTIONS JOON IM BEGGING YOU DO NOT OH MY GOD

tae: i’ll tell you namjoon

i’ll share my knowledge

step into my office

namjoon: um

jimin: you do not have an office

hobi: lowkey olive oil and carrots taste good af

y/n: ew??

jin: gross

jk: not true it tastes like a tesla model x tyre

namjoon: that very specific

like VERY specific

jimin: jungkook why do you know what that tastes like?????

jk: i be in situations

yoongi: have you ever experienced serious head truma?

jk: i had a dream namjoon spiked me and ran my head over with a motorcycle once

namjoon: oh

y/n: my little vivid dreamer >3<

jk: hehehe yeah >3<

jimin: ur a 26 year old man

never fucking hehehe in this chat again

y/n: why can’t 26 year old men hehehe what is this discrimination???

hobi: born to hehehe forced to lol 😂

jk: i’m so upset now

jimin: good

tae: call me ben cuz all my bitches 10

y/n: what?

jin: 10?????

namjoon: ???

jk: ben

hobi: yikes

jimin: get the police on the phone

tae: WAIT

THAT DID NOT GO THE WAY I WANTED IT TO

yoongi: flop

tae: what if we all just started a yoongi hate train

what could be do to stop us

absolutely nothing

yoongi: what if i took a ss and sent that ben line to the police

jimin: he got you

y/n: crazy

tae: nvm lol

namjoon: jungkook don’t go on twitter

jk: DISPATCH SAYING Y/N AND SCOUPS ARE DATING

namjoon: too late

jk: THERE ARE PHOTOS OHMYGODIDJ

OHMYGO72&&3:&:&:&

OHMUSHEEINGODODSKSKDJDJJ

££&&&&@@@‘mmmm

HKEODH

WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM

OHBMY GIF

WHY IS SHE KISSING HIM

yoongi: wait what?

jin: no way they caught her like that

jk: IM GINNA PASS OUY OH MY GOF

jimin: didn’t that man just have surgery?

y/n leave that poor man alone!

tae: THIS IS FEMINISM

no i lied

nvm i don’t like this at all

i tried to be happy for you but i just can’t

what can he do that i can’t

hobi: rap idk

tae: hobi can you shut up pls

hobi: zipped it locked it and i’ve put it in my pocket

jk: TELL ME ITS FAKE TELL ME ITS FAKE OHMYGOD

yoongi: wow she really is kissing him in the picture

that’s insane

wow lmao

that’s crazy

y/n: it’s a kiss on the cheek?

jin: why the hell is he in a wheelchair

hobi: maybe her kiss made him weak in the knees

he’s so real for that

tae: YOU DID NOT ZIP IT YOU LIAR

hobi: 🤐

y/n: it was just after seungcheol left the hospital

after his surgery

jin: wow not the first name

that’s crazy

jk: OHMY HOD YOUVE KILLED ME

IM DEAD

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KILL ME

IM GONE

y/n: ur still talking to us

you are in fact alive

jk: hello are you a friend of jungkook

this is his mother he’s dead

my baby is dead

jimin: how long have you guys been fucking??

y/n: i have not been fucking that man

yoongi: but you’ve been kissing him

y/n: ON THE CHEEK

this is NOT a big deal

like at all

namjoon: i agree

tae: i’ll slit your throat

namjoon: what

tae: i will cut your throat open

never agree with her again

jin: he lowkey a slut cuz how he let you kiss on him in open like that

sounds like a set up to me

he wanted the people to know

y/n: there is nothing to know

seungcheol is the bff

nothing more

jk: IM THE BFF

I AM THE BFF THATS SICK WHAT IS UR ISSUE

WE LIVE TOGETHER WHY IS HE THE BFF YOU SEE ME EVERY DAY NOT HIM

y/n: thought you were dead?

jk: hello this is mother jungkook was my son not ur bff??

jimin: mother jungkook?

tae: as ur bf i don’t agree with this kiss it was really crossing boundaries pls apologise and give me his address so we can talk man 2 man

y/n: shut up

tae: ok lol you want me so bad

namjoon: she literally did not say that at all

tae: if you want to keep ur throat together shut the HELL UP

yoongi: are you dating him?

y/n: no

hobi added seungcheol to the LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

jimin: NO WAY

hobi: whoops!!!!!!!

jin: THIS IS INSANEEE

namjoon: let’s not fight pls 😕

tae: YOU

seungcheol: Hello?

jk: omg he has auto caps on i’m gonna throw up

yoongi: back off

y/n: pls ignore them cheol and feel free to leave!!!!

jk: OH MY GOFD THE NICKNAME IM GONNA STABMYSELF OHMYGODIDJDKDNJFJFKFNFMFMCKFJFJFK

seungcheol: Should i be worried rn lol?

Also hi everyone ☺️

hobi: hiiiiiiiiiii

jimin: so ur y/n’s bff right?

seungcheol: Yup

tae: KILL YOURSELF

namjoon: he didn’t mean that

tae: I DID

namjoon: he didn’t honestly

yoongi: what’s ur address?

y/n: do not answer that

jin: did you see the dispatch photos?

seungcheol: I did i was about to call y/n

can’t believe they caught us like that 😭

jimin: wow today is a great day

yoongi: wdym caught?? you two aren’t even dating so they caught you guys doing nothing

like that was nothing

jk: 2&&2838;8;:7:&:&;&:&38293@:@.@:@@;9.&:&:&:&:&:&:&&.&:@/&2&3&3&:&:&,&:&:&:&&.&:&:&:&&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&:&&:&:,&;&&:&:&:.&&.&.&:&:&:&.&.&.&.&.&:&:&:&:&&..&£,’xjxxjjdjjxjsmnzjjdjdjzjsidiididiidicidididididsidjdjdjdjdjdjjdjdjdjdididididididjjxixididididididiidjdjdjdjxjdjdkmdkdkxkxkxkdkjjdxjjdjxjxjcjxjxjxjxjxjxjxjdjdjdjdjdjdjjxxjxjxjjxxjxkjxxjjdjjdjdjxjdjdjdjxjxjxjxjxjjxjxjsjdjxjxjjddjjdjdjxj

seungcheol: Is he ok?

namjoon: yes

jimin: no

tae: SCOUPS IS A SHIT STAGE NAME BTW

hobi: urs is literally the letter v

jin: is she a good kisser?

seungcheol: The best ☺️

y/n removed seungcheol from LAYOVER OUT NOW!!

y/n: THAT IS ENOUGH

tae: WHAT DID HE MEAN BY THAT

yoongi: add him back

jimin: MESSYY

jk: where to purchase gun

sorry this isn’t google

hobi: wow that was intense guys

y/n: never speak to me again hoseok

hobi: 🥺

ily

namjoon: i’m sure this will die down in a few days

tae: ur throat is not safe

namjoon: ???

are you trying to fuck me rn

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pepsiboyy · 1 year ago

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idk if you take fic requests! but maybe a fic based off of Greek God by Conan Gray. like Matt or Chris pretend they don’t like yn where they’re around their sport (whatever sport, you choose!) friends. they all have a really high ego and are cocky. but there’s a tension between M/C and yn bc they used to be friends until M/C got popular but yn didn’t so now they’re not friends cuz M/C let his popularity status get to him. but they sometimes speak on the down low (M/C doesn’t wanna be seen talking to yn) they’re families are family friends which is why they’re technically forced to still talk every once in a while. but eventually the tension gets too intense, and well, M/C can’t handle it anymore and it ends up turning into a childhood friends to enemies to lovers type story 🤭 ALSO, YN STANDS HER GROUND AND DOESNT LET M/C GET HER THAT EASILY, SHES NOT JUST GONNA FALL FOR HIM INSTANTLY CUZ HE FINALLY STARTS PAYING ATTENTION TO HER!! thanks!!

GREEK GOD.

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: just read the request :p warnings: cursing, mentioned of alcohol, being drunk, use of y/n lol, angst (resolved sorta) a/n: THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS REQUEST!!! i hope it's what you were looking for, i spent a lot of time trying to make this work :") thank you so much for the request!!

i stood at the edge of the ice rink, my hands clasping together with high hopes.

i came to cheer on matt and chris, with nick seated beside me as he scrolled through instagram and snacked on some chips that he brought.

nick was my best friend, without a doubt. i told him everything. matt was one of my comfort friends. someone i didn't talk to as often as nick, but enough to where i feel fully comfortable talking to him about whatever may happen. chris, on the other hand...

chris was chris.

it was hard to describe the dynamic the two of us shared.

chris and i actually used to be closer than me and nick, or anyone, honestly.

he would pick me up when i fell, give me some of his snacks and even a sip of his pepsi if i wanted. he would reassure me when i felt low, and even put me in my place if he knew i was out of line.

before we knew it, high school rolled around. freshman year was relatively normal, sophomore year too.

junior year he started making newer friends, but he also had a different lunch period from the rest of us. i'd only really see him when matt gave me rides home.

senior year rolled around, and chris was a changed person. ever since he made it to the varsity hockey team with his new friends, he changed. he claims it's because we "grew apart" but we didn't. he goes out of his way to make me look bad in front of his friends, or even act like he has no idea who i am. it kind of made me feel stupid.

matt being on varsity with him didn't help his case at all, either.

so, when i came to watch them play, nick would sit with me and i would cheer on them both, even if chris pretended to hate me.

so, here i am. standing at the edge of the rink with nick, who was now standing beside me as we watched the two we knew and loved. matt effortlessly weaving past a defender, sending the puck flying towards chris, who sent it into the goal and made it.

the sound of skates cutting through ice was sharp in my ears, and the bright arena lights cast a glow over everyone while each and every cheer echoed in the cold air.

i remember when we all used to skate together freshman year here, the arena empty and our arms all linked together because i couldn't skate for the life of me, on matter how bad i tried.

those days felt like a lifetime ago now.

you had all grown a lot since then.

apart, apparently.

"hey, y/n, what are you doin' here?" a boy from the team questioned, skating to the glass with a cocky grin. "came to see the champ?" he asked, referring to chris.

i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, allowing my eyes to trail elsewhere. "just here to support my friends." i mumbled.

chris glanced over, his expression neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes - guilt, maybe, or recognition of the unspoken tension between them. before i could look away, he turned back to his friends, laughing at some joke i couldn't hear.

i sighed and took a seat beside nick again, letting out a soft hum as i did. the familiar sting of hurt and anger was beginning to get to me.

the memory of chris and i being inseparable, chris changing, chris making fun of me to his friends, all of it. it hurt. popularity inflated his ego, and i always refused to be an admirer in his little fan club.

after the game, i found myself lingering near the exit of the rink. i typically waited for the crowd to die and the traffic to slow down before leaving. it was too busy for me.

the locker room door swung open, and out poured the hockey team that was riding out the high of their win. chris was among them, laughing loudly and tossing his hockey stick over his shoulder. we met eyes for a moment, and his smile seemed to falter. until he leaned to a friend of his and nudged them, mumbling something to make them both laugh.

"hey, y/n!" chris called out. "didn't think you'd stick around here. still obsessed with me or what?"

i stared at chris with a deadpanned expression. "stop getting me to stroke your ego, christopher." i bit back, trying to keep my voice steady.

this shit was annoying, really.

chris's friends snickered, and he shrugged it off, turning away as if i were nothing more than an afterthought to him. "whatever. let's get out of here."

the group moved past me, their laughter seeming to echo in the hallway. i felt a lump form in my throat, but i refused to let anyone see me get upset over something to miniscule.

i knew this version of chris was a facade, but that didn't really make it hurt any less. the boy i once loved and cared for deeply was now buried under layers of arrogance and bravado, and i wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

the crowd began to die down, so i gathered myself and pushed out of the door, making my way towards my car.

as i walked towards the car, i saw chris again, this time with his brothers as they leaned against their minivan and talked about the game together.

for a moment, chris looked up, and our eyes met. there was a flicker of something in his gaze - regret, maybe, or a silent apology - but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

he mumbled something to his brothers before he kicked off and made his way towards me.

"need a ride home? matt can take you." his tone was casual, but strained.

i stared at chris for a moment in disbelief, before quickly shaking my head and sighing. "no thanks. i can manage."

chris opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it, looking away. the silence between us stretched, and it filled with all the things left unsaid.

and with that, i turned on my heel and began walking home.

saturday. the days where the sturniolo household invited me for dinner were so much fun, genuinely. they were an amazing family. and chris typically acted normal around her when she was invited over.

i pulled into the driveway of their home, smiling softly to myself as i turned the music down. i pulled down the mirror and fixed my hand, humming to myself before taking my keys.

i was wearing something pretty cozy, just a crewneck and some bleached jeans and converse. they were like my second family, no need to get fancy.

i knocked on the door, where matt answered and pulled me into a hug of greeting. "hi, y/n," he breathed and smiled softly before leading me further into their home, where i was met with nick, marylou, their mother, and jimmy, their father.

"where's chris?" i questioned, the words falling from my lips faster than i could stop them.

nick exchanged a look with matt before he shrugged. "not sure, he just said he was going to some hockey party for their win last night."

i scoffed and nodded, taking a seat in my usual spot between nick and marylou.

the empty chair across from me was honestly quite intimidating. more than it would have been if chris were there.

chris was always the one with crazy stories and conversation topics.

we sat in a comfortable silence, though, which i'm sure nick and matt enjoyed as they listen to chris every day of their lives.

"you're still goin' to their hockey games and cheerin' em on?"

marylou questioned, and i turned to her and smiled. "yeah, they're really great, actually." i smiled softly, and marylou nodded.

"i know chris has been on a bit of an ego train, i hope he's still been kind to you guys." jimmy mumbled softly.

i swallowed and rubbed the back of my head. "yeah, he's been great, actually." i lied.

nick and matt stared at me, but decided not to question it before continuing their meal.

but then my phone began to ring, and everyone's attention shifted to me.

"i'm so sorry," i quickly mumbled as i removed it from my pocket and immediately felt every bit of air in my lungs leave.

why is chris calling me?

i rose to my feet and held up a finger, chuckling nervously. "i'm gonna take this," i mumbled quickly.

i made my way down the hall and to the front room. "hello?" i questioned softly.

"y/n/n," chris slurred on the other end. "i- i'm at a party, and.." he trailed off before giggling to himself, "i might.. need a ride home," he mumbled.

i sighed, rubbing my temple in annoyance. "where are you?"

chris mumbled an address, hardly coherent. "can you... can you come get me? please?"

i sighed to myself. "why can't you get matt or nick or something?"

"they'll get pissed," he stated, a little clearer than the rest of his sentences. "i don't want them to worry about me." chris struggled to get the word worry out of his system, making me crack a slight smile.

"fine," i stated as i fixed myself, "stay put. i'll be there soon."

i hung up the phone and made my way back to the dining room, where everyone collectively turned to me.

"everything alright?" nick asked, and i quickly nodded.

"everything's good, i do have to go, though. i'm so sorry you guys. i'll make it up to you?" i smiled. "i just, um.. have to run."

they all exchanged looks before nodding and bidding me farewell, nick walking me out.

i sat in my car and typed the address into my phone, rubbing my forehead.

i didn't enjoy parties. they were loud, sweaty, gross and full of annoying ass kids. usually.

and as i pulled up, it was just that. a typical high school party scene - loud music, teenagers spilling out onto the lawn, and the faint smell of alcohol and weed in the air. i found chris on the footsteps, his head buried in his hands. i quickly made my way towards him after parking and kneeled down in front of him.

"come on, let's get you home." i said, helping him to his feet.

chris leaned on my heavily as we made our way to my car. i buckled him in and got into the driver's sear, the tension between us palpable in the confined space. as i drove, chris mumbled some incoherent words, his head lolling against the window.

"y/n," he suddenly said, his voice clearer but thick with emotion. "i'm sorry."

i glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "for what?"

"for everything," he continued, his eyes half-closed. "for being an ass. for ignoring you. for... for all of it."

i took a deep breath as i felt a mixture of sadness and anger bubbling within me. i gripped the steering wheel tighter, unsure of how to respond. "you're drunk, chris. you don't know what you're saying."

"no," chris insisted, reaching out and touching my arm. "i do, i've been a jerk. i miss you. i miss us."

i pulled into my own driveway, knowing chris wouldn't want to see his family like this. i would just take his phone and send them a text saying he was with a friend tonight or something.

i turned off the engine and took a deep breath. "let's get you inside."

chris stumbled out of the car, leaning on me for support the whole way to the door. i fished for my keys and unlocked the door, quickly guiding him to my living room couch.

as i laid a blanket over him, he grabbed my hand as his eyes locked with mine.

"i still care about you, y/n. i always have."

my heart pounded, but i forced a laugh, trying to deflect the intensity of the moment. "sleep it off, chris. we'll talk in the morning, okay?"

i brushed a few loose strands from his forehead and stood up, turning off the light and going to my room. my mind raced with conflicting emotions.

part of me wanted to believe his drunken confession, but another part of me was still so angry. still hurt by the way he had treated me. as i laid in bed and stared at my ceiling, i couldn't shake the feeling that things between us were far from over. and that this was just the beginning of a much more complicated story.

the sizzling of the bacon on the oven was comforting, in a way. i had an airpod in, playing some softer, but upbeat music to get me up and going for the long, long day ahead.

i turned my head upon hearing some shuffling in the kitchen, meeting eyes with chris. "morning," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"morning," i replied, placing a plate of food with bacon, eggs and sausage onto the counter in front of him. "eat up. you'll feel better."

he sat down and started eating, occasionally glancing at me as i cleaned up the kitchen. after a few minutes of awkward silence, he looked at me. "look, about last night.."

i crossed my arms and leaned against the counter. "what about it?"

chris looked down at his plate, poking at his eggs. "i meant what i said, you know. but i was drunk, and.. and maybe it didn't come out right-"

"maybe?" i questioned, my voice sharp. "you've been treating me like i don't exist for months, chris. one drunken apology doesn't fix that."

he winced at my words, but nodded. "i know, i've been an idiot. i got caught up in... everything. the team, the popularity. but that's no excuse."

"no, it's not." i stated, my anger beginning to bubble to the surface. "you think you can just waltz back into my life with a half-assed apology and everything will be fine? it doesn't work that way." i spat.

chris stood up, stepping closer. "i'm not asking for everything to be fine overnight. i'm asking for a chance to make things right."

i shook my hear, my eyes flashing with frustration. "do you even realize how much you hurt me? how it felt to be ignored, to be treated like i was nothing?"

"i do now," he said quietly. "and i'm sorry. truly. i want to make it up to you, if you'd let me."

i looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of insincerity. he seemed genuine, his usual bravado stripped away, leaving only the boy she used to know.

"i don't know if i can trust you," i admitted, my voice softer now.

chris reached out and took my hand in his. "i get that. and i will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."

he pulled me into a tight hug, where i gently hugged his waist and took in his scent.

i missed this.

"just one date. give me a chance?" chris mumbled, the smile audible in his tone.

i hesitated, my mind racing. part of me wanted to say no, to protect myself from his bullshit. but another part of me remembered all of the good times.

"one date," i finally stated, my voice firm. "but this doesn't mean i'm just forgiving you, chris. you have a lot to prove."

he nodded quickly, his lips curving into a smile. "i promise i won't let you down."

i pulled away from his embrace and smiled at him before turning to the sink and doing the dishes. "you better now."

as i did the dishes, i felt a glimmer of hope mixed with lingering doubt. chris had a long way to go to earn the trust i had for him back, but for the first time in months, she felt like maybe, just maybe, things could change.

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